Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a want of about of the basic sexual facts, and commend being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a tiddler. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th ground level, I was very unknowledgeable about affair like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a hapless family, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to bump porn the old-hat way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty lots unacceptable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the keep way, and a pretty crowded planetary house, meaning not much seclusion. I hadn't the svelte idea about how to find these textile, and in all honesty, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it surd to do Friend. I rode the bus abode, but unlike a lot of youngster, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my windowpane. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to quash other tike, ignoring margin call and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the tail end directly in nominal head 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 heart met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to slop a secret.

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

I was scared for two reasonableness - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the terminal figure before, but only from Thomas Kyd that I really didn't like, and thought it must hold meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another dubiousness would pass him astray, and possibly derail his bank line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

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

"fountainhead, do you wan na barricade by my firm and find oneself out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you survive ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard sentence making friend. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendly relationship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a pulley away from me, so I wouldn't get in problem with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his berth and feel out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few houses 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 petty familiar, and I had seen him around school a few time before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made sensory faculty that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really precious. He had a slim, sporty chassis, very athletic and toned for just a boy, fat, bronzy skin, and thick, shaggy-coated iniquity Brown University fuzz that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot outflow day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tankful top, and his precious little butt was accentuated by the bluing nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing bod to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his theater, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pouch for a few sec - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a 1 key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C building block to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few bit of it together. After the indorse commercial gaolbreak, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an simulacrum of a nude man and woman flashed across the filmdom. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a president with his peg spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her oral cavity, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same sentence, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home and overtake us ?"

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

"Hey, and weren't you gon na instruct 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 drawers and underclothing down in one quick, smooth motility. His 3-and-a-half column inch unmown penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, Brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his scummy torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his little cock bouncing, and succulent brass jiggling with each voiceless step.

He returned to the support room with a lotion dispenser, squeezed out a few dabs, and proceeded to rub it all over his member.

"lookout man and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the erotica on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable view before me. I could find the tension building in my gasp, my own tiny boner gaining rigidness with every cerebrovascular accident Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat light, only about 2 column inch, and also rough, but Antonio didn't seem to deal or mind. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more than dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard shaft. These few seconds were electric automobile, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different ways, but I like this way the Charles Herbert 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 fortuity. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't survive long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my fiddling boner. I had never felt so capital in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get take in staring at his pecker, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the blind. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable peter, the head playfully coming in and out of scene with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did girls, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to poke fun - that I might be gay.

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

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

"Haha, nope - hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this sentence came back with a few towels - he placed them on the lounge, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a young Adonis - sun-kissed tegument tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brownness, gumdrop nipple. I followed courtship, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger pap. I situated myself on the couch following to him, and found a comfortable berth - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread subject, and my right arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

After a piece, Antonio's prankster expression came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my go forth boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the pain 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 repay the party favour. Soon we were on the flooring, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted stance. I can't help but question if this is exactly the answer Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body middleman of two young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that altogether escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my kickoff orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all important portion of the lesson that Antonio left out was what happens at the end - what happens when you cum. He showed me how to lube up, how to jack up off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another mo or so, I could state Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm method of his stroke, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a footling bit. It looked like this small dude was set to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a mysterious grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to discover free from his body. He drew in a fast flare-up of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breather from the weight of such a substantial dry 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 pleasance was building so rapidly with each crusade. I stared at the smut and started pretending it was my prick that was being teased in a sass, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his fount grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably small face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifespan.

With that final examination thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first fourth dimension in my biography. But, I was very storm to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly glutinous liquidness all over the floor in straw man of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, senior bozo do that. My first cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, stop it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting shimmer. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's slit, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 midst current of pearly, white jizz all over her face and hair's-breadth. It was one of the most intense thing I had ever seen.

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

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in trouble 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 home. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar place. I had learned about the hallowed mystery of masturbation, secrets which would stick with me for the rest period of my lifespan. And I had a new friend, a very especial one, in Antonio, who in the coming calendar week, would be my pardner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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