Being raised in a exacting Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the canonical sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my phallus was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about thing like puberty, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to find porn the demode way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty practically impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the bread and butter way, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a great deal privacy. I hadn't the thin approximation about how to find these materials, 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 hard to make friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of shaver, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the cover of the vehicle, to avoid other nipper, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will preponderate mine, I relented, and my eyes 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 term before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have 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 least, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly jump his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

red cent. 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 by my sign of the zodiac and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really concentrated time making friends. 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 family for coming nursing 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 year are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little familiar, and I had seen him around school a few multiplication before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made good sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was class before I came out, or even realized I was fairy, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sportsmanlike build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze hide, and midst, shagged dark brown fuzz that framed his gorgeous hazelnut eye. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray armoured combat vehicle top, and his cute little buttocks was accentuated by the blueness nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious face, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short-change space from the plosive consonant to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few second - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowman keychain with a single key attached. A few more than moment, 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 great joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second base commercial message break, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabelled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a peculiar episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an figure of speech of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pocket billiards, the man was leaning back on a electric chair with his legs spread open, and the fair sex was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Saame time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool. 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 knickers and underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the roof, 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 down torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his trunk 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 sleeping accommodation, his minuscule cock bouncing, and lush brass jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index fingerbreadth and ovolo, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get word the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could sense the tension building in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining inflexibility with every CVA 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 putz. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to manage or bear in 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 application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few bit were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few clock time, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my pelvic girdle to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different ways, but I like this way the comfortably - 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 to a greater extent strokes. Tragic, really - for those few throw, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't go long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so with child in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even raging that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his pecker, but was able to filch glimpse 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 putz sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely cock, the head playfully coming in and out of survey with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boy than I did female child, 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 blackguard - 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 time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the sofa, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a young genus Adonis - sun-kissed tegument tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my consistency, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat orotund nipple. I situated myself on the couch adjacent to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread assailable, and my right arm drawn across my tummy, fondling myself.

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

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my lead boy tit with all his might, sending a totally clash 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 refund the party favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other 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 mottle nine, savoring the body middleman of two young, hornlike boys, riding this import 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 couch, and after that totally escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my foremost orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part 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 off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another second or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm method of birth control of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm tree hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this slight dude was ready to pop.

After yet another mo, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break release from his body. He drew in a speedy burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breather from the weight unit of such a substantial 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 pornography and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a oral cavity, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouthpiece sucking my piddling pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his jolly slight grimace gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final cerebration, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first time in my sprightliness. But, I was very surprised to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurt of a vindicated, slightly sticky liquid all over the flooring in front of me. Antonio's oculus got as large as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his flyspeck index finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my exhausted cock, and played with my newly 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, retard it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 mo, before hitting caper. The man on the covert started grunting vigorously, pulled his tool out of the blond's kitty, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a devil orgasm - he shot at least 6 compact streams of pearly, flannel jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most vivid affair I had ever seen.

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

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

"It's cool, buster. 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 humanity seemed like a different stead. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secret which would stay with me for the residuum of my aliveness. And I had a new Friend, a very particular one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my pardner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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