Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 07:25:01 -0500
From: GeorgiaGuy2 GeorgiaGuy2 <georgiaguy2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Having Fun With My Christian College Roommate

This is a memoir of the best friend I had in college.  He was a good,
decent person went to a small, private Christian college in a Southern city
during the mid to late 1970s.  It was a school that held to old fashioned
principles, among them of course being no such things as coed dorms or
opposite sex visitations beyond the lobbies of the dorms. This meant the
halls and room areas were a single sex preserve. I don't know how it was in
the women's dorms, of course, but in the men's halls modesty went by the
wayside pretty quickly.  It was not at all uncommon to step out of your
room into the hall at any time and see a guy or guys in underwear or less
out in the halls on the way to the restrooms or showers. Visitation hours
where you might visit a girls' dorm lobby, or girls might visit the lobbies
of the men's halls, ended at ten pm. Shortly thereafter the general mode of
dress in the room areas was "the less the better." Most of us stripped down
to our shorts and relaxed for a couple of hours before going to bed.  Some
more open types went completely naked and slopped around visiting other
guys on their floor or even going to other floors like that. No one said
anything and it was considered completely natural once you got accustomed
to it.  There was a laundry room in the basement and it was customary to
wait until you had nothing left that was even close to being clean, then
take the large pile of dirty clothes and wash everything at once while you
waited naked or in your shorts. There were signs on the doors leading to
lobbies warning "PUBLIC AREA" to forestall any absent minded unclothed
wandering out of the male only regions. These were all defaced to "PUBIC
AREA" but the message got through.  The school administration was pretty
puritanical about clothing on campus, not allowing shorts for either men or
women and requiring guys to wear shirts, but either they didn't know about
the nudity in the men's dorms or chose to ignore it. In winter the dorms
were always kept stiflingly warm, so much so that some of us kept windows
open to cool off, and going naked or just in underwear was comfortable.
The air conditioning in spring and summer was just as efficient, but we
still stripped down because we liked to. During the hottest months many of
us guys ditched our underwear during the day and only wore it to sleep.

At the beginning of every school year freshmen and new students would be
plunged pretty much without warning into the general nakedness when guys in
underwear or less started coming in and out of rooms getting acquainted and
renewing friendships. I remember being shocked at first but within a day or
so I had learned to shuck my clothes without thinking about it and to keep
the pajamas I had brought from home stuffed in a drawer in favor of my
jockey shorts. After the first morning's shower I also put my bathrobe
away, never to be worn again. I had been naked in front of other guys
before in high school gym classes, but that was only for a few minutes a
day and was nothing like what dorm life turned out to be. My dorm was
H-shaped, with room areas on the outer bars and more rooms, a common area,
restrooms, and shower rooms in the central bar on each of the nine floors.
There were two shower rooms on each floor, each had 4 individual stalls and
each room served about 30 guys, so every morning there was usually a line
of guys waiting their turn, some naked, some in their shorts or just with a
towel wrapped around them. As you worked your way down the line eventually
you'd get inside the shower room.  Things were even more casual there,
there were hooks on one wall for your things and you usually just stood
around naked with your towel and soap and stuff ready to grab a stall when
the guy showering stepped out of it and started toweling off . Usually
there were four guys in the stalls and four guys waiting, and whenever one
guy left the room he was replaced by the next one in line waiting
outside. You were considered to have first claim on the stall closest to
you, but even then if you weren't quick on your mark someone would get in
ahead of you so it paid to be stripped and ready, so to speak. Sometimes
this led to jostling and embarrassing but exciting bumps and brushes which
occasionally involved genitals.  Once you had claimed a stall you were able
to rinse and soap and shampoo yourself freely for a few minutes but you
were aware that if you took too long (going back for a triple rinse or too
obviously taking a long final soak) that your watchers would make louder
and louder comments about your manhood or lack thereof, not seriously but
as part of the general atmosphere of male boisterousness. There was a
urinal on one wall and there was often a line for that, too.  The restrooms
were across the hall from the showers and guys would go in and use the
urinals or toilets or shave either naked or in their shorts.  And at night
if you had to take a leak or crap you would head to the restroom in your
shorts or less, too.  Remembering all this now it's surprising that we
didn't all have athlete's foot at least, but the showers were washed and
disinfected every day which must have helped. Personally I usually kept my
shorts on in the hall while waiting to get in the shower room, but after my
shower and drying off I wouldn't bother to slip them back on, I just
grabbed them along with my towel and soap and shampoo and slopped back to
the room to shave and dress. We all knew what everyone had in their
crotches by the time the first week of school had ended: who was in the
circumcised majority and who wasn't, how we all ranked in height, build,
and chest and body hair, and of course the most important ranking of all,
penis size.  I fell comfortably toward the top of the scale on height,
build and body hair, in the middle on genitals, and was part of the cut
majority. Some of the uncircumcised guys made a big deal of skinning back
their foreskins in the shower, but all that did was make me happy not to
have to do it.

So that was the sort of social more or custom that had developed in that
dorm and if you weren't used to being naked in semi- public you got
accustomed to it pretty quickly, no big deal, it was a type of male bonding
in a way.  Most of us really enjoyed it, truth be told, and when we went to
our homes for a weekend or during a break we felt constricted when we
couldn't walk around in our underwear or naked. The atmosphere was
undeniably homoerotic but most of us were only aware of that
subconsciously.  I guess most males have an exhibitionist/voyeurist streak
in us that we don't get to indulge most of the time, so when we do get a
chance we take it. I know I certainly do, and I came to fully realize it
during those years in the dorm when I got to be naked and on display, and
to see other guys in the same condition, so much of the time. Most of the
guys were from small towns and conservative upbringings, and getting naked
with each other in the dorm was exciting.  It was definitely macho, and it
wasn't that we were indifferent to our nakedness, we were very aware of it
and we enjoyed the undeniable sexual thrill we got from it.  Guys would
actually call attention to their nudity by scratching their crotches or
seemingly absent mindedly flopping their penises, but no one ever got hard
or otherwise over stimulated, at least not where the others could see
it. Naturally there was a lot of guy talk but everybody being naked or
nearly so actually served to temper the usual male sexual badinage because
no one wanted to get a public erection.  And having your ass on display
meant you never bent over! The most that would happen would be that a guy
would abruptly leave a conversation and go to his room and shut the
door. The rest of us would guess what he was doing but no one would talk
about it because no one wanted to be the next one to have to leave. There
were some guys who were more effeminate or less mature who would giggle or
stare too obviously, but I wasn't close friend with any of them and most of
them learned to behave in a more masculine way after a few weeks of being
cold shouldered or ignored.  Of course as a Christian college it attracted
some guys who were shocked that such things would go on and wanted to pray
for our wickedness, but few paid attention to them.  The first few days of
each fall semester they were the ones standing in the shower rooms with
robes tied around them, never getting a chance to grab a stall because
while they were hanging their robes up a guy sinfully displaying his
genitals and ass would jump in ahead of them.  After a day or so of missing
out on breakfast or being late to class they learned to relax and let
everything hang out the way the rest of us were doing. And after a few days
of remaining fully clothed while everyone around them was in underwear or
less in the evenings they learned to drop trou and scratch themselves in
front of others just like everybody else.

 During my junior/senior year I had a freshman roommate.  He was a nice
looking quiet guy, delicate because he was a hemophiliac or free bleeder.
The first day he told me about his condition and how he had to give himself
shots when he had a bleeding episode.  He was very matter of fact about it
and after I got over the surprise it was something I adjusted to because
after all, it was how he had to live.  He was very neat and clean with his
supplies and I never saw any mess, blood, needles, or anything.  He had an
older brother at the college who was also hemophiliac and sometimes they
would have to help each other with the shots and supplies. The first time
they had to work together to deal with their disease when I happened to be
present my roommate said something like "Sorry to put you through this."
and I said "Don't worry about it, do what you have to do." or something
similar.  There but for the grace of God go I was my motto.  Their father
was dead and their mother lived in the same city.  She was very nervous for
them both (something typical of mothers of hemophiliacs) and would call the
room every day or so to check on her son.  He resented being hovered over,
also typical for free bleeders. He was a couple of years younger than me,
with dark blonde hair and fair skin, bluish-gray eyes, a few inches shorter
than me and lighter framed.  I was 6 feet two, dark haired and thin with
dark brown eyes and fair skin too.  Both of us were shy and soft spoken,
not highly gregarious but with good circles of friends of both sexes.  We
hit it off at once and within half an hour of meeting we had bonded and
become friends.  We didn't have any classes together since I was a junior
on the verge of becoming a senior and he was just starting, but the school
was small enough that I knew most of the professors he would take his
freshman year and was able to advise him on the best choices.  I was a
history education major while he was uncommitted and taking his core
classes.  We usually ate breakfast together and often dinner too as part of
a larger group of guys and girls, but didn't see much of each other during
the day until late afternoon. He was artistic and drew well while I was
more literary.  His hemophilia wasn't a huge problem for him at that time,
mainly he just bruised very easily and he had to be careful not to strain
his joints, particularly his knees, but he could lead a fairly normal life
most of the time.

Our first night as roommates we were sitting and talking until it got
pretty late and I needed to get some sleep.  In the natural way someone who
had lived in that dorm for two years would do I pulled my clothes off,
including my shorts, and stood naked in front of him for a minute while I
was grabbing a new pair of jockeys.  Its odd that I did that, I usually
changed shorts in the mornings after showering. Maybe I was already
subconsciously attracted to him and wanted to let him see all of me and see
how he would react. Or maybe I was just eager to get back into the dorm
nudity culture and be on display. He must have thought I'd stop at my
shorts so he looked surprised and taken aback when I didn't, and his eyes
moved to my crotch for a few seconds before he looked away.  Maybe I was
the first guy who had ever been naked in front of him (besides maybe his
brother), because since his illness had kept him out of PE classes he had
never showered with other guys the way most males did in high
school. Seeing him do it gave me a little zing of pleasure down there, the
same way noticing someone taking a look at me in the shower or hall when I
was naked did.  Anyway I didn't let on that I'd seen his reaction, just
pulled on my underwear and slid into my bed, partly a little ashamed that I
had initiated him into the dorm nudity culture quite so bluntly but also a
little titillated by knowing he had intentionally looked at my genitals.
He got ready for bed right after that, stripping down to his shorts but
leaving them on. I was lying in bed watching and still talking with him,
and I remember being a little disappointed that he hadn't gone all the way
so I could see what he had in his crotch.  I did notice a respectable bulge
there but I wanted to see it all.  The next morning we showered at the same
time.  I had filled him in on the shower situation the night before but it
was another new experience to him. He did the same thing I did, grabbing
his towel and soap and following me down the hall in his shorts where we
joined a line of shorts clad guys. A completely naked dude from down the
hall got in line behind us. I knew him so I introduced him to my roommate
and they shook hands, my roommate a little nervously. We got into the
shower room at the same time when a couple of guys came out naked and
dripping. I led him in, pulled off my shorts and hung them up then went to
the urinal. He stood looking around somewhat dazedly at all the naked
bodies, but after a moment's hesitation he pulled his shorts off and hung
them up beside mine and went to the urinal after I had finished there. You
could tell he felt a little awkward at first, but at least he never tried
to cover his crotch with his hands as some sheltered types had done in the
past.  I had done that much for him by stripping down the night before. The
idea of standing around in the nude watching guys shower was obviously new
to him but he quickly realized that being naked and ready to grab a stall
when someone stepped out of it was the only way to do it and he got a stall
right away.  Washing himself while being observed by other naked guys was
also a novelty to him but like the rest of us he learned to ignore them
while he soaped and rinsed and shampooed, at first keeping his back turned
to the room the entire time but eventually feeling relaxed enough to turn
around and display his front. (A rite of passage everyone went through, you
could tell when a guy felt at complete ease about his nakedness when he
soaped his genitals while facing the room.)  Naturally I took the
opportunity to size him up, as he must have done me, while we were in the
showers that first day. He did put his shorts back on for the trip back to
the room while I did my usual return trip in the raw.  He changed his
shorts before I got back and was well into dressing by the time I got back
to the room so again I missed out on seeing him naked when we were alone
together.

But a day or so after school started he stripped down in the room in front
of me for the first time.  We were chatting as he did so (he was changing
clothes to go to a club meeting or something) Again now that I think of it
there was no reason why he should have taken off his shorts unless he
wanted to be naked in front of me, but he did it in a casual manner and
stood there like that in front of me at an angle combing his hair in the
mirror.  I was lying on my bed and I scanned his body, focusing on his
midriff for a few seconds before he reached for his shorts and put them
back on. He saw me do it and probably got the same zing that I had the
first night but we both ignored what had happened and after that we were
naked in front of each other separately or together in the room fairly
often, both in the mornings after our showers and at other times when we
needed to change clothes.  Every now and then I felt a tingle in my groin
when I noticed his eyes on me, and I'm sure he felt the same thing.  It was
similar to feelings I got sometime in the showers when I sensed someone was
eyeing me or when I took a look at someone else. Although I didn't feel a
really sexual attraction to any of the guys I regularly saw naked I did
consider that some of them were "cuter" than the others in an indefinable
way, chiefly to do with their having bright sparkling eyes and a good, but
not overly muscular, build.  I sensed that some of them felt the same way
about me.  I was one of the hairier guys on the hall, with a good covering
over my breast and stomach, with hairy thighs and legs to match, and some
of the others seemed to enjoy looking at my chest and lower down, at least
I would get little tingles or zings when I sensed I was being looked at.
My roommate came in that "cute" category to me, with his dark golden hair
and fair skin and slight build and his sparkling bluish gray eyes.  He had
less body hair than I did and what there was was golden so it didn't show
up very well except in his crotch. His nipples were dark red to pink, the
same shade as his lips and his ass cheeks were well rounded, almost
globular with a light dusting of the same golden hairs, which continued
down his thighs and legs.  His genitals were the same dark red to pinkish
color and he seemed to feel the same zings I did when he felt eyes on them
or on other parts of his body. On our hall he was about average in penis
size and a little below average in body hair and height. My roommate
apparently considered me "cute" too because I often felt his eyes scanning
my chest, dark red nipples, and groin with pink to red genitals giving me
those exciting tingles.  Sometimes when I was naked in front of him and was
near a mirror I noticed him scanning my back and ass and that gave me a
little zing of pleasure too. And when he was naked and had his back to me I
took the opportunity to give him the once over, something I'm sure he saw
in his own mirror at times. Again, this was undeniably homoerotic but at
the time we weren't consciously aware of it, and indeed would have resented
having someone call it to our attention. It was just accepted that you and
your roommate and the other guys on the hall took looks at each other, and
some were more enjoyable to look at than others. I also want to emphasize
that neither my roommate nor I were effeminate in any way. While he had to
be careful lest he twist a joint and start a bleeding episode, he was as
active as he could be.  And while I preferred reading to athletics, I was
also active and relatively fit. Both of us had some muscle tone though no
one could have mistaken us for body builders or athletes. The college had a
swimming pool under the gym which was open to men and women on alternate
nights.  Occasionally we would go over for a swim.  We saw that most of the
guys didn't bother with suits the first time we agreed to go over there,
something new for both of us since I had never gone to the pool before, him
but one which we both adapted to without much thought.  He was a pretty
good swimmer since it was a way for him to get exercise without putting too
much strain on his joints, and since I was less experienced he worked with
me and helped me become better in the water.  And we both enjoyed being
naked, whether on our own or with other nude or clothed guys in the dorm
restroom, hall, showers, or in the pool.

Another incident involving mass nudity and my roommate's reaction to it
happened about the second week of the semester when we had our first hall
meeting.  This was a mass meeting of the 60 or so guys who lived on each
floor with the two RAs who supervised it, held in the common room in the
middle of the central bar of the H.  The common room was a good sized room
with some dilapidated furniture , a ping pong table where guys often played
in the nude, and a TV.  One night about 11 pm the intercom crackled and
announced a hall meeting in ten minutes, causing a lot of griping and
complaining up and down the hall.  My roommate and I were still fully
dressed but I stood up and began to strip off.  He looked at me in
bewilderment and I realized I had to explain another dorm custom.  The year
before, partly in fun and partly in protest about having to attend hall
meetings, the guys on my hall had decided to go to one in the nude.  We had
all shown up buck naked in the common room (making sure the curtains were
closed) and when the two RAs appeared in their underwear and clipboards
they had coolly dropped their shorts and conducted the meeting without
saying a word.  Since then we had always had hall meetings in the nude and
the practice had spread to other floors.  When I explained this as I
undressed he shook his head and laughed at the way we all seemed to live in
a nudist colony and shucked his clothes as well.  We walked down the hall
together to the common room which was already filling up with naked guys.
Some newbies who hadn't got the word showed up in their underwear or fully
dressed, but when they saw what was going on they either returned to their
rooms to strip down or, if they were really cool about it just undressed
right there in front of us. No one wanted to sit down on the rickety and
sometimes splintery furniture so everyone stood.  The two RAs showed up
naked and the meeting went on in an atmosphere of male boisterousness and
unacknowledged sexual tension during which everyone took the chance to scan
everyone else's crotches. Afterwards there was naked racing in the halls,
during which the competitors and the spectators were completely nude in the
spirit of ancient Greece. The winners took the customary trot up and down
the hall receiving ass slaps from the spectators, including my roommate and
me.  Remembering it now years later it amuses me that none of us
acknowledged how really homoerotic a lot of this dorm behavior was, but at
the time it just seemed fun, relaxing, and macho.

So that's how it was with my roommate and me for the first few weeks, as he
grew accustomed to the idea that nudity or near nudity was the accepted
uniform for private hours in the dorm and lost any self-consciousness he
had had about his body.  Evidently he had the same masculine exhibitionist
streak as everybody else.  He slopped around in his underwear or less just
like I was doing, casually scratching and giving his dick a stroke or feel
and rolling his balls every now and then. That often caught my eye and I
would glance over which he seemed to enjoy. I did the same things when
naked and I liked seeing him taking a peek. He still wore his shorts to the
showers but started following my example and leaving them off after his
shower. The only place neither of us was ever naked, oddly enough, was in
bed while asleep.  I had tried to sleep in the nude a few times but never
could relax enough to manage it.  Some guys evidently did, at least they
were never in underwear anytime I saw them, but I couldn't do it and my
roommate evidently couldn't either.

Well, early one morning about six or so I was awake and couldn't get back
to sleep.  I was horny and had a huge erection in my shorts and I didn't
see how I could deal with it before time to get up and shower.  The college
had a really poorly planned schedule which didn't allow many people the
luxury of sleeping late, so mornings tended to be rushed. This was a
Christian college as I said earlier and there was a strict code of conduct
with no sexual activity allowed.  Of course a lot of masturbation went on
undercover, so to speak, but hetero- or homo-sexual activity on campus was
banned.  My roommate and I both considered ourselves straight, but we'd
never talked about sex of any kind.  When I'd jacked off before it was
either in the restroom stall or late at night in bed when I was sure my
roommate was deep asleep.  I assume he had done the same thing. In my
freshman year I'd had a roommate I hadn't liked very much who had jerked
off several times a week about 1 or 2 a.m. making enough noise grunting and
moaning that it would wake me.  He probably did it on purpose to be
annoying but I never gave him the satisfaction of letting him know I heard
it.  Therefore I was extra sensitive to noise levels and the possibility of
disturbing others.

So I had a problem in that I couldn't jack off in bed for fear my roommate
would wake up and hear and I sure couldn't walk down the hall to the
restroom with a giant boner tenting out my shorts, but I had to do
something about it before showering, because even if I got it to go down
now it might pop back up again in a hurry if I was naked and around other
naked people.  In short, I had to cum!  Just then I heard my roommate stir
in his bed and grumble a little preparing to wake up.  He rolled over and
groaned a bit, then muttered a profanity to himself and quickly turned onto
his side, where he slid a hand under the sheet and adjusted his shorts.  I
saw him glance over at me to see if I was awake.  Instantly I realized he
and I had the same problem or were in the same condition of horniness and
something had to be done about it.  I decided to take a chance. Let me
emphasize here that nothing of what I'm about to describe about that
morning was planned by either of us.  Things just progressed from stage to
stage.  I threw back the covers and stood up, with my erection clearly in
view, and slipped down my shorts.  I stepped out of them and kicked them
aside and stretched.  There I was, naked and hard.  My roommate lifted his
head and stared.  I glanced over at him thinking as I did that he was the
first person besides myself to see me so exposed and feeling a little
awkward but excited about it while my erect penis tingled, reached for the
convenient box of tissues I kept ready, and pulled out a few, then sat back
down on my bed and lay back on my elbows, giving my swollen dick a
preparatory feel.

This was a turning point for sure and I was taking a risk, though not a
huge one since I knew him pretty well by then and knew he was not one of
the super religious types who would lecture me for committing a terrible
sin or inform on me to the administration.  While sexual activity was
banned as I said above the administration did tend to turn a blind eye to
masturbation so long as it wasn't too obvious, but it would still be
humiliating and embarrassing for me.  Of course, he could have just acted
grossed out and offended and basically ended our friendship at that moment,
too.  But I didn't think he'd do that either.

He lay there for a minute, then seemed to make his own decision.  He threw
back his sheet, stood up in his shorts, hard on clearly visible, and pulled
the shorts down and kicked them off, revealing his engorged penis at full
attention.  I looked at it and him and he looked back at me, both of us
conscious that we were displaying ourselves in our most vulnerable and
exciting state. He grabbed a couple of his own tissues, (every guy I knew
at the college had some Kleenex in his room, it seemed) sat back down and
gave his dick a pull.  He glanced back over at me, and I made another
decision, I raised my eyebrows,smiled, and looked beside me.  He understood
immediately.  Quickly he got up and walked naked over to my bed with his
erection swinging and a nervous smile on his face.  He sat down beside me,
not close enough to touch without reaching but close enough that I could
feel his body heat, and he could feel mine.  We started pulling.  Then I
made another big move, again without thinking about it.  I reached over and
touched his dick head, causing it to buck and making him pull his hand
away, then wrapped my fist around his shaft and started to pull.  He
jumped, but then he reached over for mine, touched the head cautiously,
watched it buck, and then took me firmly into his hand.  Again, let me
repeat that this was the first time I had ever been hard in front of
someone else, or had ever masturbated in someone else's conscious presence
(not counting what I did some nights in bed while my roommate slept), nor
had I ever touched another guy's penis except for accidental bumps and
brushes in the locker room or showers.  I hadn't even seen anyone else's
erection, let alone touched it or masturbated it, and it was the same for
him, too, as I later learned when we discussed what had happened.  I was
circumcised and he wasn't, so it was strange for me to feel that extra
skin, and he must have found my exposed shaft and glans strange, too. Our
dicks were about the same size, though his looked larger because of his
foreskin.  Both of them pointed out, though his had more of an upward tilt
than mine. His felt hot in my hand and smooth and hard at the same time,
just like mine always felt but different too because it wasn't my
own. Similarly, his hand rubbing my dick felt very much like my hand did,
but different.  He confirmed similar feelings of familiarity and
strangeness when we talked about what had happened later on. But we both
agreed that strange or not, it felt great, and it looked great too, the way
his dickhead poked out of my fist and how his fist wrapped around my shaft
. We sat and jacked each other for a minute or two, until we were both
panting and breathing hard, and then he groaned and flexed his penis in my
hand and I felt and saw his semen jet out of him, three or four good spurts
that landed splat on the linoleum floor.  Some of it splattered my hand and
felt like it was burning. I kept jerking him until he put his hand on mine
to stop, then he gave his full attention to me, rubbing my shaft up and
down and squeezing it until wham! I erupted with three or four good jets.
The first one splashed my chest, but he quickly pointed my shaft down so
the others hit my leg and the floor. Some splattered his hand and he jumped
but kept rubbing. He kept the pressure on me until I knew I was spent and I
touched his hand. We were both breathing hard and coming down from our
highs, and our penises were deflating.  We looked straight into each
other's eyes for a second, not saying a word but obviously thankful we had
helped each other out, and then grinned and chuckled.

Well, next we had to clean up.  The kleenex came in handy getting the semen
wiped off the floor, our hands, and my chest and leg.  We had to inspect
each other to be sure there wasn't a clump or smear of white juice
anywhere, and that our penises were back to normal and not dripping
anything suspicious.  When we felt we could pass muster we slipped our
shorts back on and grabbed our towels and strolled innocently down the hall
to join the shower line.  We chatted with the other guys, got naked again
in the shower room (he gave another quick glance at my crotch and I at his
just to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary), used the urinal
and showered, then dressed and went to breakfast at the student cafeteria,
feeling a little embarrassed by what we had done but also relaxed and at
perfect ease with each other.

That was the beginning of a pleasant little routine for both of us.
Mornings a few times a week we would both wake up early and look over at
each other.  Sometimes we wouldn't wake up early enough, or one would and
the other wouldn't. Occasionally one or the other of us wouldn't be in the
mood, but that was rare since we were 18-19 and 20-21 year olds.  Part of
our system was that we would let it happen when it happened, not try to
schedule it too much.  It usually worked out to be every other day or so
unless we were extra horny.  Because we were doing this together and
probably because our sex drives were similar as well we ended up being
horny at the same time much of the time. So when we both woke up early and
see that the other was awake too we'd both sit up and stretch and look at
each other to be sure. We wouldn't say anything, we could tell by the way
we were looking at each other.  Then we'd pull off our shorts, expose
ourselves to each other, and have a little jack off session.  As time went
on we evolved a little bargain whereby we would "visit" each other, jacking
off together on my bed, then the next time on his bed.  It was fun for me
to stand up and let my shorts fall, then kick them away and walk naked over
to him, erect penis swaying before me.  He would be slipping his shorts
down and off and sliding over in his bed to make room for me.  And I also
enjoyed seeing him pulling down his shorts and coming toward me with his
dick sticking out in front and a shy smile on his face while I was getting
ready for him. It was nice getting in bed beside him, or feeling and seeing
him getting in beside me. The first few sessions were more training than
anything else.  We both felt weird holding each other's erections and at
first we were cautious about pulling lest we hurt each other.  I especially
felt nervous about handling him because of his hemophilia, but he
encouraged me, whispering "Squeeze it, tighter!" and other instructions
until I relaxed and realized he wouldn't hemorrhage on me and really gave
him a working over. His foreskin was a new thing to me but I learned to
manipulate it and enjoy the extra lubrication.  His hygiene was good and I
never encountered the notorious accumulation of smegma said to be
characteristic of the uncut. He also had a few issues with my penis,
chiefly because he wasn't familiar with circumcision.  After I explained
what had been done and pointed out the scar he felt more relaxed and gave
my dick a really good work out. That also cleared up some confusion for him
because so many of the guys he saw naked were cut, too, and he hadn't
understood why we looked different.  Because this sort of thing is usually
self taught, every guy has his own special technique or variation on what
is after all the same basic motion. My roommate, for example, employed a
tightening squeeze as his hand moved up my shaft, while I used a more
circular sliding and rubbing action. This made things even more enjoyable
as we learned from each other and improvised as we went along. Usually
after one of us came the other one would keep holding and gently massaging
his dick while it softened and shrank back to limpness.  That prolonged the
pleasure and also made sure that the last drips of semen oozed on out then
rather than at a possibly more public time later.

I was left handed and he was right handed, so we learned we had to position
ourselves so we could each use our dominant hands.  He said he could
definitely tell a difference when I used my left hand and he preferred me
to use it, and I felt the same about his right hand.  My penis liked his
hand almost as much as it liked mine, and his penis definitely liked my
hand as well. After the first couple of sessions we started lying down
together.  The guy whose bed we were on or the "host" was in charge and set
the agenda while on his side, while his "visitor" lay on his back and
enjoyed it, reciprocating but following the host's lead.  The second or
third time I was in charge I was running my hand over his chest and gave
his nipple a pinch.  This was something I had experienced quite a bit of in
the high school showers but it was evidently a new thing to him because he
jumped, said "Damn!", and his penis jumped and leaked some precum.  He
reached up and gave my nipple a pinch in return and I felt the same jolt he
had, an electric shock right down into my genitals. I'd rarely felt
anything like it before since the pinches I'd received in high school had
mostly just hurt, only occasionally causing a little zing, and from that
time on nipple pinching was part of our repertoire.  I did have to be
careful, though, because he did bruise rather easily there. In the same way
we progressed from just focusing on each other's penises to handling all of
our genitals, reaching between our legs and running our fingers through our
pubic hair, rolling our balls and feeling the loose scrotum skin, and
finally reaching under to rub what I later learned was the taint.  The warm
sweaty muskiness of our groins was really exciting to feel and smell on our
hands. We became quite familiar with each other's genitals, in some ways
more even than our own since we could look at them from different angles
and get closer to them.

These were standard issue college beds and rather narrow, and there wasn't
a lot of room even though we were both thin.  When one of us would get in
beside the other he would lie back on the other's pillow, with the top
sheet and spread thrown back so it wouldn't get in the way. It was nice to
feel the bed warm with the other's presence and to smell his scent on the
sheets. We would inevitably have a lot of skin contact and feel each
other's heart beating and feel each other's breath on our skin.  Naturally
we would be aware of the smell of each other's body, a mixture of
aftershave (coincidentally we used the same brand), soap, deodorant, sweat,
and the innate scent of skin and musk, hard to define except to say the
smell of "maleness" or "masculinity." Our penises were hard of course even
before the jacking started and they would often brush against each other or
against the other's stomach, which made us jump but felt really good. He
liked feeling my hairy chest and pulling the hairs, particularly around my
nipples and below my navel, while I enjoyed rubbing his stomach, which was
covered with fine golden hairs. We both enjoyed feeling under each other's
armpits and up and down our thighs and legs, ending up with the feet and
wiggling the toes. It was fun to watch our bodies reacting, nipples
hardening, muscles tensing and relaxing, and penises getting harder and
dripping precum. We didn't talk much while we were doing it beyond a few
whispered "Ok?s" and "Harder!s" and so on not to mention some profanity
which added to the general daringness, and some snickers from time to time
plus of course quiet groans when we would ejaculate. The dorm walls were
thin and we certainly didn't want the guys in the next room to hear too
much carrying on (or worse, moans) that couldn't have an innocent
explanation.

I was taller and bigger framed than he was, but this wasn't as much of an
issue with him as it might have been since he had gotten to know me pretty
well before we started and could feel secure that I wouldn't make him play
an effeminate role or anything he didn't want to do. I myself felt both
excited and apprehensive about having this contact with a guy who was
smaller than me and who had a chronic illness that made him delicate. It
worried me that if I got carried away I could force my way on top of him or
something else he wouldn't want to happen and that could injure or anger
him.  That never happened though because I genuinely liked and respected
him and didn't want to do anything that would alienate him and make him
refuse to do anything else with me. In the same way he liked and respected
and trusted me.  Perhaps he also found it exciting to have a bigger guy to
mess around with!  He made a good armful for me, and I made a great one for
him. I could pull him to me if we were on a bed together, and he could me
as well if I helped by sliding over, something we both knew I was doing but
never mentioned. Basically we were gentle with each other, both because of
his illness and also because it was part of our natures. Usually we'd stay
host on his side visitor on his back for the entire session, though
sometimes the visitor would get on his side too, facing his host, once we'd
finished the foreplay of rubbing and feeling each other up and began to
work on each other's dicks.  As I said earlier, our dicks were about the
same size hard or soft, not counting his foreskin.  We even measured our
erections once to verify it and found there was less than a tenth of an
inch difference both in length and thickness, however since he was shorter
and lighter framed than me his looked bigger in proportion to his body.
This gave him a certain joking satisfaction and he sometimes teased me a
bit about it, which I countered in a similar jocular manner by stretching
to show my greater height and by fluffing up my chest hair.  We were both
in about the medium range for penis size on our hallway, while our scrotums
and testicles were also similar in size and weight. By the time we took
hold of each other's genitals we would usually be dripping precum so we'd
rub that over each other's shafts.  We'd jack each other in unison,
learning to hold off and slow down a bit when we sensed the other guy was
getting close.  A few times we came together and that felt extra special,
but if not the guy who came first would take a minute or two to come down
off his high before turning his attention to getting the other one
off. Sometimes we'd smear the one's semen on the shaft of the other to
lubricate and get things moving faster, but mostly we preferred it
dry. Once we tried vaseline but that was a mess to clean up and made our
dicks feel uncomfortably greasy in the shower room and made us paranoid
that the other guys would notice, so we never used it again.  As time went
on we learned a lot about each other's bodies and what caused each other to
react, where our ticklish areas were for example, and which spots on our
penises were the most sensitive.  At first we felt embarrassed by
ejaculating in front of each other and splattering each other with our
semen, but it was, after all, the desired end result of masturbating each
other, and it was really enjoyable and erotic to feel his penis pulse in my
hand and see and feel the semen jet out of him and onto my own genitals or
leg or chest where it felt slick and warm. And when he made me ejaculate he
would avidly watch my juice shoot out onto him. The faces we made as we
climaxed and shot were amusing to watch, too, and we would laugh at each
other's expressions.  There was one extra intense session when we hadn't
done it in awhile where he really plastered my chest all the way to my neck
and I returned the favor with a good dowsing over his stomach and left a
little pool in his navel, but that was exceptional.  We tried to keep the
semen contained, but inevitably some would get on our sheets and dry, and
sometimes there would be shots on the floor or even on the walls.
Fortunately the walls and floors were light colored.  We did have to throw
away one or two posters that got sprayed here and there, but that was all.
We'd wipe ourselves off with tissues and inspect each other to be sure we
hadn't missed a spot.  We'd run our towels up and down our chests and
thighs so no body hair looked matted or damp before we joined the shower
line.  It was titillating to stand beside each other waiting to shower,
naked or nearly so, behaving innocently while just a few minutes before
we'd been so intimate.  We were both good actors, apparently, because we
got away with it all that year.  Later in the morning we'd empty our trash
can with the used tissues in one of the big barrels set out in the hall for
that purpose, making sure we had plenty of paper and other trash mixed in
so nobody would notice how many tissues we'd used.  We took care to avoid
suspicious semen odors.  I had an electric shaver and usually shaved in the
room after my shower, and I splashed after shave around freely.  He shaved
every other day or so using a razor and shaving cream in the restroom, and
he was pretty free with his cologne afterwards in the room, too.  Frankly I
doubt we needed to worry because hardly any of the other guys kept their
rooms very neat and clean and odor free, but better safe than sorry.

Sometimes when we'd both have afternoons off and the dorm was fairly quiet
and we knew we wouldn't likely be disturbed we'd have a little unplanned
session which was even more fun because it was unexpected.  But that was
more complicated because we'd take all our clothes off and then have to
dress again for dinner and the evening, and sometimes friends of ours would
come by to visit.  The door would be locked (we took good care of that!)
and the guy would knock and call our names and we'd have to lie there
without a sound or a move until he decided we were out.  Looking back we
didn't have to completely undress but naked was how we'd started doing it
and naked was how we liked it. Even if we left just our socks on it wasn't
the same, so we got down to the bare skin every time. One of us would say
something like "Want to?" or "Got a few minutes?" or maybe just clear his
throat and look questioningly at the other. Usually I would respond by
pulling off my shoes and socks, and he would begin by checking the door was
locked since his bed was closest, then we would quickly unzip and unbutton
and get everything off.  Or sometimes when one of us came in and the other
was there we wouldn't have to say anything, we could tell by the look in
our eyes, and we'd shut and lock the door and scramble to get our clothes
off. Usually we wouldn't pay much attention to each other while getting
naked, but we always liked to watch when the other guy removed his jockeys
and let his erection pop out. Often we got to that stage at the same time
and pulled our shorts off simultaneously. I also found I liked it when I
got my clothes off first and was naked while he still had stuff on and was
looking at me, and I managed that occasionally. He seemed to enjoy being
looked at the same way, grinning when he got his shorts off first and saw
me studying him while I was still partly clothed. When we had both orgasmed
we'd wipe ourselves off, inspect each other for any missed semen smears,
then redress and hit the restroom to pee and wash our hands thoroughly to
get rid of the musky penis and cum odor. One afternoon right in the middle
of a session his mother called, one of her typical long winded
conversations, and my roommate stood naked listening to her. (You couldn't
ignore the phone because she would let it ring a hundred times or more or
become convinced her son had died and call the authorities to check on
him.) As I lay waiting for him I saw his erection slowly declining despite
his stroking and shaking it to keep it hard. And my own hard on was wilting
as well, so I got an idea for some extra fun and went over and ran my hand
down his chest, lightly pinching his nipples, then stroked his dick and
rolled his balls in one hand, thus ensuring that we both returned to hard
and shiny status, then jacked him off while he was standing there! Actually
I first squatted down to get a good grip on things but that put me right at
eye level with his genitals and I quickly stood up.  Whether he noticed my
little misstep or not he really shot that time, splattering all the way
across the room and hitting the wall (that was when one of the posters had
to be thrown away).  He had to lean back against the wall when he was
through, but he gave me a friendly nipple squeeze penis stroke and ball
roll in thanks and when the phone call was finally over I got a really
thorough rubbing and jacking too while standing up as he insisted while we
laughed quietly over the enormity of what I had done. I didn't shoot quite
as far as he had but it was respectable nonetheless.

Evenings were impossible because the dorm was wide open and noisy, with
people coming and going socializing and occasionally studying, also we had
friends in other dorms, including some special girls we enjoyed talking to.
Neither of us had cars so we generally stayed on campus unless someone gave
us a lift somewhere.  Weekends we would usually go to our homes, he riding
with his brother and me catching a Greyhound.  That meant that usually
early Monday mornings were especially hot and enjoyable.  Because we were
doing this in the mornings before showering and in the afternoons after
classes but before dinner we didn't have a lot of time to spare for
relaxing and enjoying the after-cum glow most of the time.  Instead we
would have to clean up and either head for the showers or put our clothes
back on for the evening. That was a little frustrating because we both
liked the way each other looked naked and how we felt when we were naked in
front of each other. I liked to tell him how cute and handsome ( "fucking
beautiful" is how I elegantly phrased it once) I thought he was and he
reciprocated ("hound dog" was one descriptor he used for me), but we really
didn't need to say anything, we could tell the way our eyes lit up when we
saw each other undressed, particularly close up in bed with our nipples
hard and our dicks dripping. In the mornings we tended to be a little slow
dressing after our showers just so we could spend a little bit more time
naked together in a fairly innocent context.  I would shave without putting
anything on and he would take his time about getting dressed just so we
could enjoy our shared nudity a little longer.  Let me stress that that
wasn't at all unusual, if you walked down the hall any morning all the
doors would be standing open and guys would be walking in and out with
nothing on.  But there were exceptions that allowed us a little more
"quality naked time" together. Once we had woken up earlier than usual and
after we had both had orgasms we relaxed and lay back together, my arm
around his shoulders and his head resting on my shoulder because we were in
my bed.  We dozed off together and awoke about ten minutes later with a
start when my hand brushed against his now flaccid penis.  Another time we
were in a similarly relaxed state in his bed and dozed for a few minutes. I
awoke with my head resting on his chest while lying on my side draped
against him, with our limp penises actually lightly touching each other, a
last little trail of semen (it wasn't easy to tell whose it was, it was
probably a mixture) linking them together.  The winter that year was
especially cold, with several snow storms, and we often came in in the
afternoons chilled right through.  That meant that if we arrived back
together, or one of us was in the room when the other got there and we
decided to enjoy ourselves a bit that we had to warm up before we could
fully function.  We would strip down and cuddle under a blanket on one of
our beds, stroking and rubbing each other, until we were warm enough to
have fun.  That was nice even if we were both cold because we could feel
each other warming up.  If I needed to warm him up I would hold him close
and feel him thawing out, cuddling his balls until they dropped and his
penis stiffened, and if I were the one needing a warm up the heat from his
body and his hands on my genitals did the job quickly.  I remember those
peaceful moments with special fondness because they represented the true
intimacy and eroticism of our friendship.

Sometime that fall I made a little misstep that I later understood
clarified our relationship.  We were beginning one of our first afternoon
sessions and somehow or other I ended up naked first.  I was sitting on his
bed stroking my dick waiting for him to finish undressing. While he was
pulling his T shirt over his head I playfully tugged his jockeys down to
mid thigh letting his hardening dick and balls pop into view.  He said
sharply "NO!" and yanked them back up again.  He threw the T shirt down and
shot me a look that was partly angry and partly shocked then said "I'll do
it" as he dropped his shorts (revealing his now completely hard dick) and
joined me on his bed.  Things went normally from then on and we had our
usual enjoyable time culminating in mutual orgasms.  It puzzled me but I
never did it again as clearly I had crossed some kind of line with him and
he didn't like it.  Later it dawned on me that what we were doing was based
on mutual consent and enjoyment on an equal basis and if one of us became
dominant or controlling over the other our relationship would change for
the worse.  As the younger and lighter guy he understood this better than
I, because he stood to be the dominated one if that happened.  He would
undress if he wanted to, but would not be undressed, in other words. That
was the reason neither of us wanted the other guy on top of us and being in
too much control. That was also the reason we would never "anticipate" a
session on our own.  We would never stand up and pull off our shorts in the
mornings until we had done the preliminary looking and silently agreeing,
and if one of us was interested in an afternoon session and headed back to
the room in hopes of finding the other one there or that he would soon show
up we would never "get ready" by undressing and waiting for him naked.
That would have pressured the other guy to do it when he might not want to,
or might have work to do.  I remember several occasions when I got back to
the room needing to work on a paper when he would be there waiting
expectantly and I would say "I've got a lot of work to do" and he would say
"Sure thing" and do some studying or something. And there were occasions
when I would be hopeful and he would have to say "Need to get ready for a
test" or something. Everything had to be completely consensual for both of
us, and the uncertainty made things more exciting.  Besides, as horny as we
both were much of the time we knew that if it wasn't possible one time it
would undoubtedly be possible, and even more enjoyable, the next morning or
afternoon.  And of course, once the seed had been planted so to speak we
usually ended up stripping down and enjoying each other within five minutes
of one of us having declined. Furthermore, we both realized how lucky we
were to have the other as a ready and willing partner in delight, and did
not wish to do anything that might alienate the other one.  Frankly, as far
as dominating went I was putty in his hands (actually I was always hard
when I was in his hands but the metaphor works) after the first couple of
sessions and would probably have gone along with anything he wanted to do,
including letting him fuck me in the ass, but if he ever realized how much
power he had over me he honorably never tried to abuse it, or me. And come
to think of it he never turned me down on anything I wanted to do during
one of our sessions either, so I undoubtedly had the same power over him.

We did experiment with some variations to our routine from time to
time. Sometimes we just liked to examine each other, running our hands over
each other, feeling our muscles and flexing our joints. We became very
familiar with each other's bodies, naturally, in fact in some ways more
familiar than with our own since we could get better overall views of
them. It was interesting for both of us because it was really the first
chance we had had to take a really good long look at someone else's naked
body.  Of course we'd seen a lot of other guys naked by then but not close
up and uninhibited by the need to seem casual about it.  He used his skill
in drawing to do a little sketch of my genitals once, a keepsake that I put
away for safekeeping and still have. It was a lot of fun just lying there
and watching him draw them. Unfortunately I couldn't reciprocate since my
drawing ability was limited but he didn't mind. I have a mole on the
underside of my scrotum which I of course had never seen until he told me
about it and showed me with a mirror. I still take a look at it every now
and then and think of him.  Likewise he had a small mole buried in his
pubic hair near the base of his penis which he hadn't seen or thought about
since sprouting hair there until I mentioned it. Often we licked and
lightly sucked each other's nipples, which we had found to be enjoyably
sensitive.  The hairs around them were a bit of an issue for both of us and
we carefully trimmed them from time to time so that they wouldn't get in
our mouths, though not so much that the guys on the hall would notice. We
liked licking each other's shoulders and chests and stomachs and enjoying
the maleness of the taste of our skin and sweat. He and I both found we
enjoyed rubbing each other's feet and toes, and sometimes we licked and
sucked those too.  We also liked burying our noses in each other's armpits
and sniffing the sweaty aroma. And once he used the tip of his tongue to
swirl around in my navel, which was really exciting and made me shoot up
the wall.  I reciprocated with my tongue in his navel, making him blast
hard as well and letting me enjoy more of his masculine flavor, and we
added navel licking to our playbook. And of course the feel of his warm,
wet, tongue on my skin, wherever he was licking me, was wonderful. He would
shudder with delight when he felt my tongue anywhere on his body as well.

One weekend when I was away I happened to visit a public men's room which
displayed the usual condom machine.  That sparked my imagination and I
quickly fished out the change I needed to buy a couple of rubbers.  I kept
them hidden away until I returned to campus and was able to share what I
had found with him.  He was intrigued, too, and the next morning we opened
them and after a little exciting experimentation learned the correct way to
put them on.  The sensation was different and the novelty was exciting but
like most guys we found wearing them limited our sensations.  Still, every
now and then one or the other of us would buy condoms, experimenting with
different types of material and ribbing, and we would use them.

And then finally after two or three months we rolled right over the edge
from mutual masturbation into full blown sex (if that hadn't happened
already) and basically became lovers, though we never used that term.  It
was an occasion when I was visiting him and he, as host, during the jack
off session had us both on our sides facing each other so he could take
both our dicks into his hand and masturbate us off together.  That was
highly enjoyable and intense and as we came closer and closer to orgasm I
wrapped both my arms around him and rubbed his back and with his free hand
he did the same to me, pulling each other closer so that our dicks were
clasped between each others' thighs, pubic hairs entangling and balls
bumping against each other. We started thrusting our pelvises against each
other.  I didn't know the term frottage at the time but that's what it
was. As we held each other close our perspiration slicked us up and we
began to squirm and rub our bodies against each other, feeling our hearts
pounding and enjoying the feel of our legs entangling with our leg hair
rubbing and scratching. Finally we clenched close in a full blown hug, and
I found myself with my nose in his hair next his ear while he was breathing
hard into my neck and shoulder.  I could smell his shampoo mixed with sweat
and the scent of his own body and automatically I pressed my lips against
his skin.  At the same moment I felt his lips moving on my shoulder and we
turned our mouths towards each other ready to kiss and WHAM, we locked lips
and kissed for the first time, my first time kissing a guy and his too, as
he confirmed later on.. I remember the peachfuzz on his upper lip rubbing
against mine and we actually opened our mouths and tongue wrestled for a
little bit as we both hit the point of no return and shot simultaneously
into each other's groins. He whispered "I love you!" into my ear and I said
it back, and meant it.  The sweet hot discharge and the electric shocks
that went through us sent us into ecstasy and we groaned and sucked on each
others' tongues and lips. Then as the orgasm wave receded we realized what
had just happened and we unwrapped and pulled back, realizing as we did
that we had actually been clasping and massaging each other's asses.  This
was embarrassing and much farther than we had ever meant to go and we
blushed and winced as we slid away from each other, especially since our
pubic hair had gotten tangled together and glued with our semen, and busily
worked on cleaning our crotches up. We avoided each other the rest of that
day out of sheer embarrassment. But all that day I could still smell or
imagine I smelled his body and felt him against me, particularly how his
penis had felt butting up against my balls and how mine had felt squeezed
between his thighs and the way our lips and tongues had worked against each
other, and it was very erotic. And of course I remembered those whispered
"I love yous!" I know I personally told myself that we had to stop what we
were doing and he probably told himself the same thing but after a day or
two we were back at it.

From then on we usually stuck with mutual masturbation and rubbings, but
every so often, particularly if we hadn't done it for a couple of days, we
would push our penises into each other's crotches and squeeze them between
our thighs and roll into the more intense hugging and frotting and kissing
procedure which was very satisfying, even if it did embarrass us when we
came out of our highs clutching and kissing and had to untangle
ourselves. It was during one of those intense sessions that he had a
powerful orgasm during which he gave me a bite on the shoulder which left a
visible mark.  I enjoyed it when he did it and he obviously liked it too
but it complicated things for me for a couple of days until it faded.  I
draped my towel over it en route to and from the showers and didn't go
beyond the room in my underwear or naked.  Fortunately we didn't have a
hall meeting during that time.  He was both embarrassed and titillated by
the visible sign of his pleasure on and in my body and seeing and feeling
it made me tingle as well, but after it faded we both made a conscious
effort to keep our teeth to ourselves. More common physical aftereffects of
those intense embraces were beard burns on our faces, but that could be
passed off as acne and anyway it faded quickly. That happened to him more
often than to me since my beard was thicker and I shaved every day, but he
scraped my cheeks and chin every now and then, more often as the year went
by and his beard filled in. The pain was momentary and the sensation
appealed to both of us. And occasionally when things were really intense
between us we whispered our love for each other.  With all this licking and
sucking and kissing we were now doing we had to really be careful getting
ready to shower after one of our morning sessions, rubbing our towels over
ourselves thoroughly to get rid of any damp or matted areas and examining
each other carefully to be sure there was nothing suspicious looking before
we pulled on our shorts and walked down the hall to the shower line.  It
was titillating to do that and I had to be careful not to think about what
we had been doing a few minutes earlier. If anyone else on the hall
suspected anything was going on they never said a word. A tall blond guy
who lived across the hall from us would often look from me to my roommate
and back again when we were together and give me a grin, but he never said
anything and we both thought it best to just nod to him and say nothing.

The orgasms we had with each other were the most intense either of us had
experienced up to that time, since neither of us had done anything except
masturbate before.  As we became more experienced and less hesitant about
handling and exploring each other, our enjoyment increased and the
sensations heightened.  Often we would have to lie panting for a few
minutes in each other's arms until we had regained enough strength to move.
Even then sometimes we'd feel weak at the knees and dizzy for awhile, which
just heightened the enjoyment.  He had a good memory for spots on my body
that made me gasp or groan with pleasure and made sure to give them
attention.  I also remembered his erogenous spots and attended to them.

When we weren't being sexual with each other we rarely talked about it,
reserving that sort of talk for when we were actually doing it.  Shortly
after we started doing it we questioned each other enough to confirm what
we already suspected, that neither of us had ever done anything of the sort
with anyone else before. We realized that technically we had lost our
virginity to each other that first morning and it pleased us both.  And if
mutual masturbation didn't count as sex then the first time we had hugged,
kissed, and ejaculated in each other's groins certainly did, so we both
felt we had led each other past an important milestone, especially when we
confessed our love for each other. We felt very comfortable and relaxed
with each other whether in our clothes or out of them and in many ways we
were a real couple, albeit one that had to be publicly discreet. On the
morning we had really splattered each other with our semen (on account of
not having been able to arrange a session for several days) we were feeling
a bit lightheaded and silly laughing and talking with each other as we
headed over to breakfast.  As luck would have it breakfast that day was
chipped beef on toast and the white sauce was too similar to what we had
just cleaned off ourselves a half hour earlier and we really had fun
snickering quietly about it.  Fortunately we had a table to ourselves and
the room was not very crowded so we could be silly without being overheard.
We enjoyed eating together and hanging out together in the Student Center
and elsewhere on campus.  He was really the best friend I had at that
school, and I must have been his best friend as well, and our compatibility
went far beyond just what we did in secret. Whether naked or clothed I told
him things I had never told anyone else about myself, and he told me really
intimate stuff as well, like how we started masturbating and other stuff.
Being naked in bed with him felt so comfortable, somehow, even if we were
just lying there and talking for a few minutes before and after jacking
each other. We discussed our sexual fantasies about various girls and found
it was easy to be honest with a nude guy who was holding your erect penis
and stroking it, especially when you were also buck naked and playing with
his dick in return.  Sometimes we talked about the other guys on the hall
and which ones we wouldn't mind masturbating with, and found that we had
similar tastes there as well though we never dared invite them to join
us. Male bonding would be a good way to describe it, and while I hate to
use the term "mentoring" in reference to something so sexual, I suppose
that's what I was doing for him by getting things started and participating
in them with him, and then him for me when he was "in charge" as host half
the time. I know I found equal enjoyment both as host and as visitor, and
from the hardness of his penis and the strength of his ejaculations he must
have liked both as well. The best way to say it is that we helped each
other grow up in a very crucial area and that the intimacy we experienced
was a good preparation for our married lives. I do know that that year was
the most relaxed and happy one I spent at that school, and that was due at
least as much to his being a compatible friend as well as a cooperative
sexual partner.  He had fewer bleeding episodes that year than ever before
and his family and doctors were pleased.  His mother actually called me
once to tell me how glad she was that I was her son's roommate and friend
which was sweet but a little embarrassing considering what she didn't know
about us.

  This was right about the same time Anita Bryant's anti-gay crusade began
and the administration was forthright in its support of her efforts.
Occasionally guys were quietly expelled, the reason never being given but
the rumor mill usually spread the word that it had been for alcohol or drug
use or for "misconduct", the nature of which was implied by snickers or eye
rollings. On the other hand there were two guys who lived in an apartment
off campus who were widely known among the student body to be a couple.
They lived quiet, circumspect lives and did nothing publicly that might
make the administration feel it had to take action against them.

So both of us were aware of the need to keep what we did in the room a
secret. While we were often together in public, we never put our hands on
each other or had other physical contact except in the most innocent of
ways.  When we were naked together in the showers, at a hall meeting, the
pool, or anywhere we might be observed by others we behaved circumspectly
and casually and needless to say, with no penile reactions.  If we were
changing clothes or getting ready to go to bed or to hit the showers we
were often nude in front of each other in the room with no erotic
overtones. The secrecy added to the pleasure. Context was everything. His
brother may have suspected that something was going on.  In fact, once when
he was in the room visiting his brother he made a comment, I don't remember
just what, that could have been interpreted to mean he wanted to be in on
any shenanigans, but I pretended not to understand and so did my roommate,
and the conversation went on.  My roommate said casually later on something
about his brother being a show off who knew nothing though he liked to
pretend he did.  And frankly, I was not interested in having that sort of a
relationship with his brother, who was older than both of us and a much
louder and more obnoxious personality with a penis to match, as I had
observed on occasion.

Our enjoyment was heightened by the knowledge that we were doing something
forbidden and by the need for secrecy, something shared and private at the
same time.  We came closest to being caught one morning when we were being
a bit silly and flirtatious.  We had awakened early and had had our usual
enjoyable morning activity which had culminated in a really intense
frottage episode.  As usual we cleaned ourselves up and headed to the
showers, where we were early enough that we didn't have to wait in line.  I
finished first and after drying off I headed back to the room, not
bothering to put my shorts back on, and started to shave with my electric
razor at my mirror, no clothes on and the door standing open.  As I was
doing this my roommate came back in, also naked and giving his hair another
toweling. Suddenly he cracked his towel across the room and flipped me on
the ass cheek. I yelped and put down my razor, snatched up my own damp
towel, and flipped back at him, scoring a hit on his stomach.  We towel
whacked at each other back and forth across the room, laughing and yelping,
and in all the bouncing around the inevitable happened and our penises
started to swell. We were having so much fun that that didn't register at
first, nor that the door was still open, until we both noticed what was
happening in each other's crotches and felt tingling in our own.  "Shut the
door!" I hissed at him, and he sprang to do so.  Just then the door across
the hall opened and one of the two guys who lived there, the friendly big
blond who often smiled knowingly at us, stepped into the hall naked on his
way to the shower.  He looked across at us both just as our door swung
shut. My roommate locked it and we looked at each other anxiously.
Fortunately neither of us was fully erect but our penises were both
distended and reddening. We realized we had come close to being seen in
unacceptable hardness, but we tried to put it out of our minds and
distracted ourselves with a second mutual masturbation session that
morning.  Neither of us shot much but it felt great nevertheless.
Afterwards I finished shaving while he dressed, then I dressed and we
headed out to breakfast.  On the way we hit the restroom for good long
pisses, and afterwards we washed our hands.  Our neighbor was in the
restroom with a face full of shaving cream.  We avoided eye contact at
first, but as my roommate finished and left the room our neighbor caught my
eye in the mirror, grinned, and winked. I nodded back and headed out,
nervous as to what might happen next.  In the event nothing did
happen. Whatever our neighbor had seen and probably guessed he kept to
himself. He was a nice guy who believed in minding his own business.

Another time, and this was just a really goofy, if not stupid thing for me
to have done, was one morning when we had had our normal early session,
then hit the showers.  I had finished first and had shaved and was in the
process of dressing for the day when he returned to the room.  He finished
toweling off and then felt his face and decided to shave.  He slung his
towel over his shoulder, grabbed his shaving gear, and headed down the hall
to the restroom.  I finished dressing and headed to the restroom as well to
take a crap.  I entered the restroom and saw him standing naked at a sink
applying shaving cream to his face.  I also saw no one else was in the
room, so without consciously thinking I gave him a little squeeze on an ass
cheek, not a pinch but definitely more than an innocent brush.  He jumped
and said "Watch it!" warningly and then added under his breath, "Damn it!"
I looked in the mirror and saw that his penis had started the "launch
sequence" and was reddening and lengthening.  Quickly he grabbed his towel
off his shoulder and wrapped it around his middle, just as the door opened
and a couple of other guys came in to use the facilities.  I stepped into a
stall and did my business, realizing as I did so that what had just
happened had initiated the same response in my own penis, and made my way
back to the room.  He returned still wrapped in his towel but with no
visible signs of what I had gotten started.  We didn't have time to do
anything about our arousals just then, so he dressed and we went to
breakfast.  But that afternoon we met back in the room and had a very
enjoyable time.

We had another close call after one afternoon session when we had both
ejaculated and then cleaned ourselves up.  Before we could dress we were
both seized with the normal strong need to piss.  The hall was quiet and no
one was about so we unlocked the door (his bed was nearest the door and so
it was his job to see to it that it was securely locked before we started
shucking our clothes) and quickly walked naked down the hall to the
bathroom.  There were two urinals on one wall and we stood using them
breathing soft sighs of relief.  As I was finishing and beginning to shake
off (my roommate was still in full flow) the door opened behind us and a
guy who lived down the hall from us entered the bathroom.  He saw us
standing there naked and said "I was looking for y'all." He propped himself
companionably on one of the four sinks that lined the wall on that side of
the room and began asking us our opinions of a certain professor all three
of us had.  I finished at the urinal and turned to face him, fully exposed
and hoping that I had sufficiently wiped away any semen.  Behind me my
roommate also finished at his urinal, turned around, and stood leaning
casually against one tiled wall.  We answered the guy's questions as well
as we could, then my roommate said "Well, we were going to shower," and
pulled the door open. The other guy said "Oh, OK," in a surprised tone (he
was none too bright and possibly had not grasped that we were both in our
birthday suits.)  My roommate stepped out into the hall and across to the
shower room, me following. In order to make our story stick we stepped into
adjacent shower stalls (at that time of day none were in use) and turned on
the water and quickly rinsed off.  Of course neither of us had brought
soap, shampoo, or towels with us so we were left soaking wet with nothing
to dry ourselves with.  He was again master of the situation.  When we shut
off our showers he yelled a profanity and followed it with some invective
against perverts who stole people's towels.  I caught on and joined him in
this condemnation and we both walked wetly out of the shower room and down
the hall.  It was not unknown for guys' towels and things to be temporarily
stolen out of the shower room so that gave us a plausible reason to be
walking naked and dripping back to our room, eliciting some laughter and
boisterous commentary from some of the guys who had by now returned to the
dorm and were in their rooms or in the hallway.  Our blond neighbor from
across the hall who already had reason to wonder about us was present, but
he just grinned and rolled his eyes at me as I passed him. For a miracle no
one had pulled the door to our room shut, another widely practiced prank,
so we did not have to stand in the hall pleading for one of our friends to
go down to the lobby to get an RA to come let us in. (Usually someone would
go do it eventually, but only after making the naked guy or guys wait at
least a half hour.) We dried ourselves off and redressed quickly and I
complimented him on his presence of mind.  We were more careful in the
future and when the urge to piss struck after ejaculation we firmly held
off until we were completely clothed once again.

Another time we played around a little with our shorts. One afternoon we
had a session on my bed and after we had both shot and wiped ourselves off
he got to his feet, saw my shorts lying on the floor where I had dropped
them, picked them up, and slipped them on.  I laughed thinking he had made
a mistake but he stepped over to his bed, picked his own shorts off the
floor where he had left them and tossed them to me, saying "Here, wear
mine!" I slid them on, enjoying the different feel of the material (they
were a different brand from mine) and the little residual warmth from his
body.  I was larger framed than he so mine were loose on him while his were
tight on me, but it felt good wearing them and we snickered and dressed and
wore them the rest of the day and slept in them all night.  The next
morning we switched back so that we could wear them to the showers without
anyone else noticing anything different, and putting mine back on after
he'd been wearing them 12 hours or so really titillated.

This little arrangement went on through my last year in college.  We both
enjoyed it, particularly during the spring quarter when I was student
teaching and really needed something to relax the stress that involved.
Driving to the school in the early morning still tingling from our sessions
really made the day go by well.  The school where I taught started at 7
a.m. so that meant I had to get up even earlier than usual, but he was
accommodating about it and woke up early too.  After we both came and
cleaned up he would slip his shorts back on and go back to sleep for awhile
while I showered, shaved in the restroom so as not to disturb him, and then
dressed and headed out at the normal time to get up.  More often than not
when I got back in mid afternoons he would show up in the room or be there
waiting for me and we would undress and enjoy ourselves. It was thoughtful
of him though of course he enjoyed himself as well. The stress he was under
being chronically ill as well as coping with his first college year meant
he needed some source of relaxation which he found in me.  I see now that
we were really well fitted to have this relationship.  We were both
socially isolated, me due to being brighter than average and thus excluded,
him due to his illness which had kept him out of a lot of normal life.  So
being able to share our activities with each other meant a lot to both of
us.

It was during that spring quarter, in late April or early May, that we had
one amazing weekend together. Usually we were both gone on weekends like
the vast majority of the students, but that weekend for some reason neither
of us went home, a fortuitous circumstance that we realized could be
extremely enjoyable. On Friday afternoon the campus was busy with kids
packing up and heading out for the weekend, and it wasn't until after
dinner that night, in a three quarters empty dining room, that we fully
understood just how alone we were actually going to be.  None of the guys
in our segment of the hall was there, and only one or two on the other two
branches on our side of the H.  The other floors seemed to be similarly
empty. None of our particular friends was around, so we would really have
things, and each other, to ourselves.  At first we hung out in the Student
Center and played some of the first generation video games that were kept
there, then about 9:30 or 10:00 pm we headed back to the room in an echoing
empty hall.  Our window was open and the warm spring breeze was refreshing.
I didn't have any real plans for taking advantage of our position other
than our regular masturbatory/frottage sessions, but my roommate had some
different ideas.  The first thing he suggested was strip poker, something
we'd both heard about but never played.  We were both fairly good card
players and we sat on his bed shuffling and dealing hand after hand,
gradually losing our clothes as we did.  It was very stimulating because
our previous experiences undressing with each other had been rushed through
as quickly as possible so as to get down to the main event.  Now we were
slowly but surely getting naked a round at a time and the pleasure and
anticipation was overwhelming.

Eventually I lost and had to pull off my shorts and sit naked on his bed
with my erection poking up, dripping precum. At that point he still had on
his T shirt and shorts and it took another half hour or so before he was
also naked. As he pulled off his shorts (which had been visibly distended
by his hard on and made almost invisible from his pre cum), I began to push
the cards off the bed so that we could get down to business.  But he said
`Game's not over, now let's play for favors." He explained that the winner
of each hand from now on had the right to ask for a favor from the loser,
but "he'll do it right back to the other." In other words, we were going to
be indulging some fantasies.  I was a little shocked and more than a little
scared, but also deeply turned on and excited, so I agreed and we began to
play again.  I lost that hand and he said with a grin, spreading his legs
"Suck me!"

I'd been anticipating this, and in fact I'd been planning to have him do it
to me if I had won, but it was still a shock to hear it. I must have looked
doubtful because he said `I'll do it right back!" to encourage me.  So
slowly but excitedly I got between his legs and leaned into his groin.  He
brushed back his pubic hairs so they wouldn't be in my face. I took hold of
his hard dick and cautiously stuck my tongue out to touch it, then licked
it. It was a peculiar mix of hardness with a soft outer layer, and it had
an odd, foul, but exciting taste. The musky smell of his genitals was
really strong and appealing in a masculine sort of way, and I licked the
silken head and then took it and about an inch of the shaft into my mouth
and worked my tongue on it. He groaned and closed his thighs on me so that
I was completely engulfed by his body, and he rubbed his hands in my
hair. I sucked for a few seconds then I felt his dick jerk and he gasped
and suddenly his semen was spewing into my mouth! It all happened so
quickly I didn't have time to pull off, so I took it, surprised by the odd
salty sweet taste, and without thinking about it gulped it. He opened his
legs and I sat up, wiping my mouth, and coughed, feeling my stomach roil
for a second but then settling. He was breathing hard and beet red and
looking shocked. He said "Man! I'm sorry, I didn't have time to warn you!"
I leaned back against the wall and shook my head and said "No problem,"
still surprised, appalled, and titillated by what had just happened. "What
was it like?" he asked, and I shook my head and said "Not bad," which made
him blush.

We both knew what would happen next and I lay back and spread my legs and
brushed back my pubic hair, and he crawled between my thighs. I felt his
breath on my genitals and he reddened a bit as he caught my musky scent,
then I sighed as he took my penis in his hand, licked the head, and then I
felt and saw it disappear into his mouth. I had never felt anything so good
as his tongue and mouth working on my dick.  I closed my thighs on him and
rubbed his head.  In no time I felt the familiar sensation wash over me and
I gasped "Here it comes!" as I felt my penis pulse in his mouth. He jumped
when the first jets started but he bravely kept sucking as I orgasmed one
of the biggest loads I have ever had. I felt him swallow and I spread my
legs. He sat up, red in the face and coughed and gagged a little. I rubbed
his stomach and he held his breath a second, then breathed out. "Damn!" he
breathed. "What was it like?" I asked, hoping that my semen tasted OK, too,
and was relieved when he said "Pretty good!"

We both needed a rest after that, and we wiped our mouths out with our
towels and took a break, both lying on his bed processing this enormous
thing we had done. We talked a little and decided that what had happened
hadn't really changed things, that we were still experimenting and
relieving each other, just in a more intense way. We went on with the game,
first one of us winning, then the other. Another intense moment came a bit
later when he required me to let him get on top of me.  This was a taboo we
hadn't broken in all our months of mutual masturbation, because neither of
us wanted to feel pinned down and under the other's control. But when he
lay on top of me and we kissed, our erections buried in each other's thighs
and crotches and him instinctively starting to thrust his groin up against
me, it felt really safe and good. We slowly rolled over so that I could
take my turn on top and that was also great when I felt instinct take over
and I began to thrust against him.  We licked each other's balls and sucked
on them, ran our tongues up and down chests and thighs, kissed and sucked
our feet and toes, and sucked hard on our nipples.  The one taboo we had
never broken was anything to do with our asses beyond occasionally
massaging them while we were in one of our deep embraces.  We weren't
willing to go there, even though I know I was titillated by the idea and he
probably was as well, but we weren't going to do anything so gay. Besides,
we realized that my doing it to him would risk causing him to hemorrhage
from his bottom, and I certainly wasn't going to let him do it to me if I
couldn't reciprocate.  But on that wild weekend all the taboos seemed to be
breaking, and eventually we worked out a compromise that allowed us a
little safe ass play. I started it by spooning up against him so that my
dick ran up between his ass cheeks, not going deep inside but enough so
that my glans was buried in his flesh.  That was too much and I erupted
with a semen blast, barely having time to pull out before splashing on his
cheeks.  That meant I had to clean him up and let him take his turn. The
only thing better than feeling my dick rubbing between his cheeks was
feeling his hard rod rubbing between mine.  Instinctively I flexed my ass
around him and he gasped and shot while he was still in my embrace, so to
speak.  He honorably cleaned me off (which was enjoyable to feel, too) and
finished off with an affectionate ass slap which I returned.  Another thing
we talked about but realized we couldn't afford to do was to shave each
other's pubic hair, which would have been impossible to explain to the
other guys who saw us naked. In order to liven things up even more we
culminated all this foreplay by standing out in the hall and masturbating
each other, letting our jets of semen hit the carpet and allowing it to dry
there.  Faint marks lasted for several days and amused us, especially when
we saw our barefooted neighbors stepping on them unknowingly.

We slept in late the next day, Saturday, and spent most of our time
together naked and being sexual, only dressing when we went to lunch and
dinner in the Student Center, skipping underwear. There was a movie in the
auditorium that night and we went, sitting together among a sprinkling of
other students. During the movie my roommate very daringly reached over and
unzipped me and pulled my dick out, and I reciprocated.  We gave each other
a few strokes but didn't dare go all the way.  After we returned to the
room we played more strip poker and after we had both lost all our clothes
and gone through the foreplay we decided to be even more daring and public
than the night before.  We slipped our shorts back on (in case we ran into
anyone) and climbed the stairs from the third to the eighth floor, where
there was another short stair case to the flat roof where many of the guys
sunbathed.  It was well after midnight when we stepped out onto the roof,
ditched our shorts, and had a lengthy and very erotic makeout session,
culminating in each of us licking and sucking the other simultaneously,
what I later learned was called sixtynining. I had to curl up a bit and he
stretched a bit as well so we could accommodate each other but we learned
to do it after a little work. It was just as intense doing it under the
stars and we shot into each other's mouths simultaneously, making us both
gag and retch but keeping it down. Part of the thrill was the chance to
really pant and breathe heavily for the first time, every other time we had
to remember that we had thin walls and plenty of neighbors. When we were
through we stood at the low wall at the edge of the roof and pissed over
it. Then we slipped back downstairs and spent the rest of the night
alternately sleeping and making out.  At about 6 o'clock we decided to
shower and he actually joined me in one stall and we showered together,
washing our hair and soaping each other down, culminating in yet another
joint masturbation session under the running water.  It was a foolish thing
to do and it would have been disastrous had we been caught, but again the
dorm was practically empty and we risked it, the danger heightening our
erotic enjoyment.  We didn't bother with church that morning but instead
continued to enjoy ourselves in the room, pissing out the window when we
needed to.  As a sort of souvenir of the weekend we carefully cut some of
our pubic hair and gave them to each other sealed in envelopes.  I still
have mine, by the way. We dressed to go to lunch and spent the afternoon
decorously catching up on all the sleep we had missed. It was a fabulous
weekend during which we were completely debauched to an extent that would
have shocked both of us just a few months before. Knowing that the end of
the school year and our time together was drawing close led us to really
put our all into the weekend. Going all out seemed to settle the curiosity
and intensity which had been awakened in us both, and for the remainder of
our time as roommates we were satisfied with our regular jack off sessions
and occasional frottage.

We saw each other for the last time the last day of finals that spring
quarter. We had been having regular morning and afternoon all out frotting
and kissing sessions that last week as we knew the end of our little
arrangement was near. That last morning after we both had shot we hugged
each other tightly for a few minutes and we let ourselves go for another
big kiss that was just as electric as the first one, once again telling
each other we loved him.  I helped him and his brother move his stuff out
of the room, seizing opportunities for a last bit of fun here and there, as
when he nipple pinched me through my shirt when his brother was out of the
room and I quickly returned the favor.  We said good bye with a handshake
that was only slightly longer and warmer than normal. We kept in touch (not
physically!) for awhile after I graduated, but gradually we moved on to
other things and stopped communicating.  I went on to grad school and had
another roommate, but we never did anything of the sort together. It was a
bit of an adjustment going back to less frequent and solitary masturbation
to take care of my sexual needs, but I managed it until my
marriage. Indeed, thinking back over the other guys I shared a room with
during my college years, although I saw them all naked and they saw me the
same way on a regular basis, there was never any sort of attraction between
us and our friendships never deepened into anything more.  The noisy
masturbator I lived with my freshman year might have been trying to get me
to acknowledge and join in his activities, now I come to think of it, but I
never felt the slightest interest in doing so.  I wonder how many other
roommates became something more than that to each other.

Ten or twelve years after I graduated I saw my roommate's death notice in
the alumni newsletter.  Stunned, I contacted his family and learned that,
in common with so many other hemophiliacs in the late 1970s and early
1980s, he had contracted AIDS through contaminated blood.  A couple of
years later his brother died, the same way for the same reason. I mourned
and still mourn for both of them.  One of the first things I did after
learning of my roommate's death was to have an AIDS test myself, which
turned out negative. I didn't think it likely that I had contracted AIDS
from him, since I had never been exposed to his blood or needles from his
shots, and since most of our activities would have been considered safe
sex, but I owed it to myself and others to be certain. I have never had a
similar relationship with another man, though I will be honest and say that
I have felt drawn towards a few other males over the years who had bodies
and personalities similar to my roommate's, but I have never acted on them.
Like many men I have been approached from time to time by gays, but I have
never found any of them desirable.  My roommate married a few years before
his death (fortunately she remained HIV negative) but they divorced well
before his illness became severe, and for reasons that had nothing to do
with his illness or his and my relationship, about which I don't know if
she ever knew. He was able to live with and have the love and support of
his family in his last months.  Several years after I graduated I married a
woman I met at that college.  She knew my roommate and the woman he married
and after I learned of his death I discussed my relationship with him with
her.  I often think of him, and whether its fantasy or just memory, I
sometimes think I feel his hands on me and my hands on him, and I can feel
the warmth and smell the scent of his body against mine just as it was on
those now long ago intimate and erotic dorm room mornings and afternoons.
It was a privilege to have him take my virginity, and for me to take his.
That year marked me in other ways, too.  I always have sex completely naked
and prefer early mornings and late afternoons. Fortunately so does my wife!
After many years of thinking of him and remembering our good times together
I finally visited his grave a couple of years ago.  He's buried in a
cemetery with many of his family in a small town about a hundred miles out
of the city where we'd gone to school.  I drove up there alone and found
his small marker.  I stood by it for a few minutes thinking of all the fun
we'd had together naked or clothed, and then, since no one else was around,
I quickly pulled out my penis for just a second in memory of some of that
fun. That was a silly thing to do, I know, but doing sexual stuff together
was part of our friendship or love, and it seemed fitting at that moment. I
can't say I felt his presence or anything like that though I did recall his
body's scent and the feel of him against me, but it was still good to
remember him at the one memorial to him on this earth.  Since then I've
visited it several times, once or twice bringing flowers, but without
similar genital exposure.  It is a wonderful thing to have had a close
friend like him in my life.