Journal 002: Beginning of Sexual Exploration

Like puberty, every goes though sexual exploration differently. Some do it on their own, some do it with friends or relatives, some start young, and others not until they reach puberty. I was one of those boys that started exploring young, and did it with friends.It was way back in 1980 when I was in the 3rd grade, and all of nine years old the first time that my budding curiosity got the best of me. The elementary school that I went to took the entire 3rd grade out for a week long camping adventure. It was something that you really looked forward to when you were in 2nd grade knowing that the next year you got to go on this trip. I don't remember to much about the trip itself except there were a lot of mosquitoes, making your own food was harder than it looked, and getting our canoe tipped over at one point. But I'm sure that I came home and told mom and grandma that I had a great time.At this point I lived with my mom, her mother, my younger brother who is four years younger, a dog and a couple of cats. My birth father left soon after my brother was born, and from then on I was the man of the house.On the camping trip, it was decided that I would be sharing a tent with my then best friend, Todd. We hung out a lot together as best friends do. We each had a pool at our house, so we were constantly in the water at each others house, if we weren't down at the river instead. We were in our tent one night getting ready for bed, each of us sitting there in our underwear, when I made the suggestion that we should take our dicks out and compare them. We had seen each other naked before when changing at the houses into our swimsuits and when we dared to go skinnydipping in the river. But we had never been that close to each other to “really get a good look”. So both of us kneeled next to each other and pulled our underwear down to our knees and gave a whats over to each others stuff. It lasted about a minute until we pulled our underwear up again, and that was it. Todd then expressed his wish that we not tell anyone that we did that, and we never did.I stayed friends with Todd all the way through high school. He actually ended up being one of the football teams star players. So while he ended up in that jockish click, I ended up on the outside. We still talked though at times, we had some of the same friends, and though we didn't always go, always invited each other to parties. Last I heard from him is that he is happly married and has a handful of kids.Then sometime during the 4th grade we had to move. The house we were living in with my grandma was actually owned by my aunt and she was getting ready to sell the place. That was really devastating for me at the time since we had a 16 acre place, tons of space to go out and have fun in, the pool in the back yard, and now we were going to have to move to an apartment inside the town limits, and have all sorts of people as neighbors. I was not looking forward to it, and the whole time we lived there, which fortunately was only a couple of years, I pretty much hated every minute of it. But it was also where I met the next friend who I stepped up my sexual exploration with.Now it was the summer between 5th and 6th grades, so I was about 11 at the time. The friend that I had met was a girl, and unfortunately I can't remember her name, so I'll call her Jill. Jill was a pretty fun girl. I remember she was blond and always had her hair in pig-tails, and was always hanging around me and my brother. She was about as interested in exploring as I was because she was always touching me, trying to grab me between the legs, or trying to kiss me (which I thought was weird and kinda grossed me out. Girls still had cooties at that age, you know!) This went on for most of the summer until she said that she wanted to know what “it” looked like.Now I was never a shy kid about my body. I did a lot of skinnydipping in our pool, and over at Todds, we would skinnydip in river jumping off the rope swing as boats went by, so when Jill said that she wanted to know what “it” looked like, I was like “OK”. But we picked probably the worst place on Earth to do our little show and tell, because she was going to show me hers too. So one afternoon, while standing in the little outside doorway to her apartment, we pulled down our pants. I had the honor of facing her front door so my cute little 11 year old butt was facing the parking lot and totally out in the open for anyone to see who happened to walk or drive by. We were a little oblivious to that. While we had our pants down she reached over and felt my dick and my balls while I reached over and felt her vagina, and we did this for probably a good five minutes, and then that was it. Pants up, and we never did it again.Unfortunately someone had seen what we did and it got back to my mother. The shouting tyrade that I got probably still shakes the ground there to this day! I don't remember to much about that tyrade except that it seems that my mother wasn't so upset about the exploration as about where we did it. She was worried that we were going to get kicked out of the complex because I was running around with my pants down. Well, we didn't get kicked out, and I made sure to keep my pants up while in the parking lot. So ended the 2nd round of my sexual exploration. And I would stay at that round until the 7th grade gym class locker room which I talked about in the first journal.It is definitely funny to think back on these times now, and to think about how times have changed, and what the reactions would be had these incidents happened in today's times rather than the early '80s.