Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2010 17:21:04 -0700 From: Allan Molho Subject: Awakening Part 1 In my previous writing "Happiest Halloween" I described my first sort of exposure to sexual arousal. This is also a true story of my own continuing awakening. I grew up in southern California, in a small town at the heart of Orange County. Where our home was right after WWII was on the outskirts of town and surrounded by orange groves, and now it's houses as far as the eye can see. But in those small town days I was a small town boy and we had many enjoyable hours building forts in the my friend's family grove and playing at Cowboys and Indians. My best friend then was Ronnie he was a red headed active boy and I was the taller one with darker hair and brown eyes. We enjoyed many happy hours in each others company, until the day my dad announced we were moving to be near his new business in a growing beach town . While it was exciting I would have to leave my friend behind, but mom and dad promised we would see each other at times. When we first moved it was strange, and we moved into a rented home while our new home was being built. I spent the summer on the beach and thought it was great, I even met some new friends. I had been a Cub Scout, but some of my new friends told me about a Boy Scout troop that was just forming, and I joined. We had a few hikes and meetings before the summer ended, then school started so it was another whirl of meeting new people. Just at the Christmas break the scout troop was slated to go on a weekend snow camp, and although I was one of the youngest my mom said I could go. I still remember my dad helping me to waterproof some old boots of his and getting together some warm things to wear (Southern Calif. is not an area where people accumulate much in the way of snow gear) , so with my makeshift gear and sleeping bag I went off on the bus up into the mountains. We were staying in a Boy Scout camp, and after a day of getting my feet soaked and playing in the snow I was tired and hungry. The main room of the building was very high over two stories tall and had a big fireplace and tables etc down stairs and lofts over hanging the main floor for sleeping. The lofts had 4' high wall around them so you could stand and look down to the main floor. I was assigned a space with boys I didn't know and unrolled my bag . after dinner they had programs with singing etc and then we turned in early as there were no lights up in the lofts. I crawled into my bag and was drifting off to sleep when I heard a commotion down at the far end of our loft area. I crawled down to check out what was going on and in the light of a flashlight there was an older boy kind of laying on top of another boy and I could see he was doing something as I got closer I could see he had the boy's penis in his mouth and was sucking on it and the boy was making sounds kind of a low moan. then someone else got a flashlight out and I could see several other boys playing with their penis, I didn't know what it was they were doing but more than a few started . I didn't really know what was going on but after I got back in my bag the boy next to me told me they were jacking off. I still didn't understand but he started to do it and let me watch with my flashlight as he moved his penis up and down faster and faster until he squirted something out and he moaned . I went to sleep and didn't think about it again as we played and hiked in the snow the next day and then got on the bus to go home in the afternoon. At home, after a shower and in my own nice bed I started to explore on my own, playing with my penis and it felt so nice and It grew hard in my hand which was a new feeling for me. I began to understand what they were doing but it still intrigued me. Several nights later after playing for a while longer all of a sudden my penis gushed out something sticky and it got all over my pajamas and my sheet . I fell asleep not thinking about it till the next day when my mom asked me what was that mess in my bed. I turned several shades of red and told her the truth that I didn't know. She didn't say anymore about it and from then on I was careful to do it in the bathroom or I found I could wait till I was going to spurt and I could squeeze my penis and prevent it shooting out . Soon I was masturbating two or three times a day it felt so good. About a month later we moved to anew house my parents had been building, initially I had to share a bedroom with my brother because we didn't have new furniture yet and we shared a bunk bed. Shortly after moving my mom said I could have my best friend Ronnie come down to visit I was excited, I had so many things to show him... To be continued..