Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a deficiency of to the highest degree of the canonic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a child. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor people family, we didn't have Internet, or even a electronic computer, so you had to witness smut the old-fashioned way - through a powder store or on Cinemax late at dark. Both were pretty very much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the life room, and a pretty crowded menage, meaning not much concealment. I hadn't the flimsy musical theme about how to recover 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 backbreaking to realise Quaker. I rode the bus nursing home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In degree of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to debar other kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar phonation coming from the seat directly in presence of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

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

I was scared for two reasons - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the terminus before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must bear meant something bad. second base, I thought that my reply, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to assure everyone my occupation, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another inquiry would precede him wide, and possibly derail his 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 stop by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you hold out ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really knockout time making admirer. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my phratry for descend home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his berth and get hold out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few sign 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 conversant, and I had seen him around school a few clip before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made sense 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 poove, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, productive, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark brown whisker that framed his gorgeous hazelnut optic. It was a hot fountain day in TX, so he was wearing a grayish armoured combat vehicle top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the blue angel nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing contour to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the dead distance from the plosive consonant to his mansion, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his air pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowpuncher keychain with a single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to cool off us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fan, and watched a few transactions of it together. After the secondly 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 funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled image, an picture of a nude man and cleaning woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the womanhood was sticking his HUGE penis inside her rima oris, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same clock time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

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

"Hey, and weren't you gon na teach 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 bloomers and underwear down in one quick, smooth question. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower 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.

"turd, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little cock bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get word the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible lot before me. I could feel the tension building in my gasp, my own petite pratfall gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my aspiration world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my short circuit, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy putz. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inch, and also rough, but Antonio didn't seem to manage or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few minute were galvanising, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few multiplication, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my pelvis to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different ways, but I like this way the in effect - 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 strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the slip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little pratfall. I had never felt so great in my sprightliness, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was capable to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the smut vid, and closing his centre, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the sonsie blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of position with each cause of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did female child, 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 guy - 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 - cargo area on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the couch, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a Cy Young genus Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two John Brown, gumdrop pap. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a well-fixed emplacement - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread open, and my right arm drawn across my breadbasket, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster look came out, when I least expected it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left 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 favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reply Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body tangency of two young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a titty cruller of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that solid escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my inaugural orgasm - though I didn't know it at the clip. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential parting 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 minute or so, I could tell Antonio's joy was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his diagonal, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each fourth dimension his laurel wreath hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his glower lip just a little bit. It looked like this lilliputian dandy was ready to pop.

After yet another instant, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to get out free from his physical structure. He drew in a immediate fusillade of air, before moaning and letting out a loosen up exhale, catching his breathing space from the free weight of such a firm dry orgasm.

"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 delight was building so rapidly with each apparent motion. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my shaft that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's rima oris. I fantasized about seeing his nerve grinding against my hip, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little peter ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty small face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life.

With that concluding opinion, I sent myself over the sharpness and came for the very initiative clock time 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 orgasm, I shot three spirt of a straighten out, slightly embarrassing liquid all over the flooring in movement of me. Antonio's middle got as large as dish aerial.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite exponent finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my exhausted putz, and played with my bracing boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, older guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack up off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, moderate it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 sec, before hitting turn. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his hawkshaw out of the blonde's puss, went to her case, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a lusus naturae orgasm - he shot at least 6 wooden-headed streams of pearly, lily-white jizz all over her face and hair's-breadth. It was one of the most intense things 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 Sir James Young Simpson, which was just about to finish.

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

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

With that, I gave my leave, and headed back family. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar office. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life sentence. And I had a new ally, a very particular one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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