Sexual Awakenings

I grew up in a working-class family, in the UK. My father especially was very Victorian and discussions of the flesh were taboo. I had older brothers, but had never seen a naked woman. I remember when I was a teenager, my Mum had to go into hospital and my father was excruciatingly embarrassed trying to explain a hysterectomy.  Apart from school chums, I had a few local lads I hung out with at weekends and holidays, Two boys from a rough family up the road were probably my best buddies. One was my age, the other a year older. Mum disapproved. One day we were out across the fields, idling the day away We lay down in the high grass and the older boy pulled out a girlie mag. Not like the porn of today, pictures of naked girls, in various poses. I watched in amazement as he dropped his shorts and pulled out his penis. I was mesmerised as he stroked it, making it grow and stiffen. After about 5 mins, he shuddered and jets of creamt, white fluid shot out. 

At 16, my life was going to change. Many friends that I had known for 11 years of my life, I would never see again. A few lucky ones would goon to further education. Most of us would go into apprenticeships, shops and offices on the treadmill of life.

One weekend, 4 of us decided to go camping for a night. Someone had the gear, I borrowed a sleeping bag, another lad's Dad had a convenience store and gave us some big bottles of cider. We loaded it into my Dad's car and he took us to the nearby forest. We trudged through the woods, till we found a clearing surrounded by trees. With some difficulty, we erected the tent, it didn't seem big enough for 4. We gathered twigs and sticks and built a small fire. It seemed very adventurous. We sat around, chatting, eating sandwiches and cake we'd brought with us. It was getting dark, but we had a couple of big torches. The cider came out and got passed around. After a while, one of the guys went to the edge of the clearing for a piss. When he came back, instead of putting it away, he waved it around, boasting that he had the biggest. More cider, more pissing and we dispensed with our shorts. A game of Dare was suggested, I didn't really know what that entailed, but went along with it rather than look like a killjoy. It started innocently, strip off and run round the tent. It was dark in the middle of nowhere, Next, it was 'kiss the boy on your right'. I thought I'd get away with a peck on the cheek, but it had to be on the lips. Surprisingly, I felt my dick move. I hoped the others hadn't noticed. Then we had to French kiss, put our tongues inside the other's mouth. My cock rose to half mast. Then our underwear had to come off. I was sort of relieved to see we all had semis. One lad had a thick pubic bush, some hair on his chest and was very muscular. I only  had wispy hair, and was skinny by comparison. We then all stood up and told to hold the boy on the right's cock. It was the first time I had held another guys dick. I was completely hard. It felt lovely. We then had to jerk it to see who could cum first. The muscular lad won, shooting a load into the fire. One by one, we all followed. We sat down again, giggling and finishing the cider, before dousing the fire and squeezing into the tent. In the night,a hand came behind my head, pulling me into a deep kiss. Being as quiet as we could, we eased the zippers down on the sleeping bags, kissed and wanked each other off. We had to sleep in the sticky goo. Next day we packed up and cleaned the site. We made our way back to the road. Dad eventually arrived and we headed home, We said we'd had a good time, but avoided saying what we'd really been up to.