Growing up with neighbours and school friends who enjoyed pretend camping by the creek and under our houses
At the age of about 13, having neighbours around the same age meant many hours playing sport in the local park and running around the local creek making pretend camps using cardboard. My neighbour and I would often talk about getting some girls to join us but couldn’t find a way to convince anyone that it was fun swimming in the creek and making cardboard camps and smoking cigarettes we took from our parents packets.
We went to different schools and one day my neighbour told me they had a doctor come to class to talk about ‘growing up’ He went on to explain what was said about boys and girls bodies and the feelings ‘down there’. Neither of us knew anything much about this and didn’t talk much until a few months later when one day we were sitting with some other boys in our pretend camp. One of the other boys a few years older than us asked if we masturbated - neither of us responded, we just let it vanish.
Next time we met at our creek camp, I asked my neighbour what masturbation was about He then went on the explain what he thought it was - making sex by yourself. We then talked about how our dicks got a bit hard usually in the morning and sometimes it felt nice to hold it.
A few weeks later the older boys once again visited our camp to smoke some cigarettes. One of them brought along a magazine he took from his fathers office; naked women. As they flicked through the magazine one of them put his hand down his pants and started to hold his dick and then took it out and started vigorously rubbing it. My neighbour and I were gazing at what was happening and the other boys laughed and asked if we had masturbated before. We both said yes of course we have.
In response they both said ok look at our magazine and show us.
I said no, but my neighbor dropped his shorts and began . I was a bit shocked but felt myself getting that morning feeling.
The older boy by this time had created a small pool of stuff over his hand.
It took several more times at the creek camp for me to work the courage to get my dick out and rub it but after the first time the creek camp became a regular place to enjoy it. By the end of the year we had graduated to having a girl visit us.
Another story for another time.
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