Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2010 17:21:04 -0700
From: Allan Molho <amsail@cruzio.com>
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..