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The magnitude of guilt 4
I am Ariel Goldman. I grew up in a Tel Aviv suburb and went to a regular school. I joined the Scouts when I was 10, mainly because Samuel my best friend wanted to join. I liked the idea of adventure and camping, and I guess I also liked the uniform. There were always fun activities planned at our meetings and we got to meet girls and boys from other neighbourhoods.
Our first Scout camp away was near Mount Carmel and was on a Saturday night. Mount Carmel is situated between the Mediterranean Sea and the Jezreel Valley. The Carmel Forest is very beautiful, and there are historic Churches and monasteries nearby.
Even though I grew up in a secular Jewish home my parents didn't discuss sex at home. In fact, I was aware of the prohibition against masturbation and the well-known halachic teaching against the "wasting of seed" through my orthodox relatives.
But don't let me get sidetracked. The campsite was under trees, and Samuel and I pitched our tent on the edge of the camp, not too far from the ablution block. It was very exciting, and we got to choose our tent partners. We erected our tent in no time and were able to help the others who were struggling, we also helped get the campfire started. The camp leaders had arranged logs to sit on around the fire and some of the senior scouts were preparing the meat for barbeque. Akiva had taken out his guitar and played some folk songs. The sunset was atmospheric, and the firelight reflected off the foliage of the trees.
After supper, we showered and were allowed to go to our tents. Sam and I had a stash of sweets and other snacks. We were wearing our sleep shorts and T-shirts and we decided to zip our sleeping bags together. It was hot in the tent and Sam suggested taking off our T-shirts. He told me that he had a treat, and he took our two miniature bottles of whisky. I had never drunk alcohol before and opened the screw top and took a gulp. It was very strong and took my breath away. It didn't taste good, but I was determined to drink the entire bottle. Sam giggled and gulped the bottle down and said that it made his stomach feel warm. I followed his example, and my head felt a little light.
We settled into our sleeping bags and Sam continued talking in whispers. He asked me if wanked. I was eleven and hadn't. He told me that it was something I simply had to do as it was fantastic. He reached across and felt my erection in my sleep shorts. I never expected that, and he told me to take off my shorts as he removed his. I hesitantly reached across to touch his dick, and he told me not to be afraid and to hold it. He was slowly moving his hand up and down my shaft and explained that this was what wanking was. It felt so good, and I copied him, moving my hand up and down his shaft.
It felt great to have someone else touching my dick and it sent tingles up my spine. Sam seemed to pick up the pace and asked me if I was enjoying it. I replied "yes" and told him not to stop. I felt a warm surge in my dick and my body trembled and I had a feeling like no other before. Some semen oozed out and my penis felt very sensitive, and I had to ask Sam to stop touching me. At that point his penis stiffened, his body jerked, and he shot some cum. I continued to wank him and couldn't stop myself from bringing my cum covered hand to my mouth to taste it. He giggled and asked me what it tasted like, and I said somewhat sweet, but hard to describe.
We lay next to each catching our breaths, and Sam told me that he wanked every day and that he couldn't get enough. I asked him where he did it, and he said mainly in the shower, but sometimes in bed at night. Sam advised me to find a private place because you didn't want people to know you were doing it. Then he surprised me and kissed me on the cheek and said thank you.
I was wide awake and couldn't fall asleep with so many thoughts going through my head. I had learned something that would be part of my life for the rest of my life, but I didn't know this at the time. I turned to Sam and asked him if he was awake and he said he was, and I asked him if we could do it again. He reached across and took my hard dick in his hand and started to wank me. I reached out and did the same to him. Sam leaned over and kissed me on my lips and I kissed him back. His hand on my dick felt sensational and I hoped he enjoyed my hand just as much. I felt my balls tighten and the feeling came over me again, and blobs of cum came out. This time Sam licked my cum off his fingers and said it tasted nice. Sam ejaculated and I got to taste his cum again.
I lay thinking about my orthodox cousins and wondered why they were so against masturbation. Why would a normal human activity such as masturbation be prohibited? I knew that this was such a source of huge guilt and shame for Orthodox boys. Sam said that up to 80% of male teenagers masturbate, and even if these numbers were different for Orthodox teens, there is still certainly a large percentage of boys that did. I am not a social scientist, but I know from my own experience growing up in this environment, and from the few friends that have dared to openly discuss it, that this is an extremely important issue.