Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a nipper. I don't call up how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th course, I was very unlearned about affair like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have Internet, or even a electronic computer, so you had to find erotica the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much inconceivable, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the keep room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest melodic theme about how to find these materials, and in all Lunaria annua, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to spend a penny friends. I rode the bus nursing home, but unlike a lot of child, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In detail of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the vertebral column of the vehicle, to avoid other nestling, ignoring outcry and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar representative coming from the keister directly in forepart of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No thing how loud he yelled, I swore I wouldn't look up from my page.

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will overbalance mine, I relented, and my oculus met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to talk a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two grounds - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must induce meant something bad. Second, I thought that my solution, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another inquiry would lead him wide, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

"Haha, naw, man, it's something you do by yourself."

Damn. My plan backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"Well, do you wan na stop over by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

"I live off boulevard C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na come up by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really hard sentence making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hired man of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a occlusion away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for forthcoming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few theatre away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose class are you in ?"

"I'm in Mrs. Koenig's class."

Antonio looked a little familiar, and I had seen him around shoal a few times before. But since he was a class behind me, in 4th, it made sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally unlike wing from the 5th graders. It was long time before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, sporty form, very acrobatic and toned for just a boy, racy, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy night brown hair that framed his gorgeous Pomaderris apetala eyes. It was a hot springtime day in Texas, so he was wearing a greyish cooler top, and his cute little bottom was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his luscious impertinence, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the myopic length from the stop to his menage, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few Sir Thomas More endorsement, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C social unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my bully delight. As it happened, we were both lover, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a laughable episode !"

"Trust me, you'll like this a lot better."

After a few second base of fuzzy and scrambled double, an trope of a nude man and cleaning woman flashed across the projection screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a hot seat with his leg spread spread out, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be faulty, but at the Saame time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porn ? What if your mom or dad come house and take in us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really chill. Actually, he's the one that taught ME how to jack-off."

"Hey, and weren't you gon na learn me how to do that ? I still don't even know what it is !"

"Haha, I'm getting to that, man."

And with that, he yanked his pants and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half column inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, dark-brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his humbled torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his organic structure between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"doodly-squat, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little stopcock bounce, and succulent buttock jiggling with each hard step.

He returned to the living room with a application dispenser, squeezed out a few tap, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"spotter and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his power finger and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could finger the tenseness building in my pants, my own tiny blunder gaining rigidity with every solidus Antonio took.

"C'mon, man, now you do it !"

I was suddenly jolted from my dream existence, and without a bit of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat little, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to give care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few More pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard putz. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my torso. He proceeded to stroke me a few metre, eliciting a flyspeck whimper of delight from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of unlike way, but I like this way the best - with just these two fingers."

I suspected he liked stroking me off, but was possibly afraid of being considered"a fag,"so stopped after a few more diagonal. Tragic, really - for those few solidus, I was in heaven.

"Ok, now you try,"he said, sending me hurtling back to land.

But the trip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get fascinate staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his oculus, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the cover. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, I fed mine by eyeing his endearing rooster, the brain playfully coming in and out of view with each trend of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did girls, but I think it was at this consequence that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to ridicule - that I might be gay.

During this whole clock time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. I was totally loving the state of affairs, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

"Hey, do you always do this standing up ?"

"Haha, nope - handle on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the lounge, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a Thomas Young genus Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop mammilla. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my consistence, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch succeeding to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster expression came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my leave behind boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focusing from the pleasure in my phallus to the painful sensation in my pec.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! ! ! You asshole !"

"Haha, c'mon, I'm just messing with you, dude,"Antonio replied.

A playful bit of wrestling followed, as I tried to riposte the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned pecker occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't assistance but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two Brigham Young, horny son, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

"AWWW ! ! ! ! ! ! !"squealed Antonio.

"That's what you get, bitch !,"I yelled, as we both descended into fits of giggling.

We got back on the lounge, and after that all escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my for the first time orgasm - though I didn't know it at the clock time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential part of the example that Antonio left out was what happens at the end - what happens when you cum. He showed me how to lubricate up, how to jacklight off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another bit or so, I could state Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the regular recurrence of his accident, making a debauched ‘ fap'sound each time his ribbon hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his bring down lip just a trivial bit. It looked like this niggling swell was set to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a cryptic oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to weaken free people from his body. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a slack up exhale, catching his breather from the weightiness of such a firm dry sexual climax.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. Keep jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my pecker that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist back talk sucking my piddling pecker ferociously, trying to play me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first sentence in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry climax, I shot three spirt of a clear, slightly glutinous liquid all over the story in front end of me. Antonio's centre got as large as dish antenna.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a chill through my exhausted cock, and played with my refreshed boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, senior guy wire do that. My first cousin who taught me how to jack off can take in a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, mark it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the screen door started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's twat, went to her expression, and gave her a criminal facial. It was a colossus climax - he shot at least 6 slurred streams of pearly, white jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

Since our deterrent example was over, he ejected the magnetic tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Simpsons, which was just about to finish.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in bother with my parents."

"It's cool, dude. You can come back whenever you want - my mom's out a lot, and it's just her and me here."

With that, I gave my farewell, and headed back base. The intact walk back, the world seemed like a different seat. I had learned about the sacred secrets of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new Friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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