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Date: Thu,  7 Sep 1995 12:14:25 UTC
Subject: Masturbating in the Dorm
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It is that time of year when lots of guys have to deal with
the problem of how to fit masturbating into their lives in
the dorm.  The following is a description of some of my
experiences of around the difficulty of finding opportunities
to masturbate, there.
 
During my first year of college, when I was living
in the dorms, I was forced to masturbate infrequently, and 
in some locations and situations which were not conducive for
achieving the maximum pleasure from the act.  It was a 
frustrating, and less-than-ideal situation.  It never occurred 
to me to talk to my three roommates about the problem.  The 
four of us slept in a large single bedroom, and we all simply 
pretended that none of us masturbated.  
 
At the beginning of my second year, one of the three 
roommates was changed.  The new guy, Steve, brought some 
amazing changes to our sex-lives.  He had been the youngest 
of several brothers, and had grown up sharing a large attic
bedroom with older brothers.  He had been exposed to the 
others masturbating for a number of years, and thought 
nothing of it.  When he came into our little all-male
family, he explained to us that he was straight, but that
he had no intention of trying to hide his masturbation from
the rest of us.  He felt, because of his upbringing, that
masturbating within sight of other guys was *not* an
expression of homosexuality.  He suggested that we all
make an agreement that we could masturbate openly in the
bedroom at anytime, that we would agree that it was
not homosexual activity, and that we would agree not to
attempt to touch each other.  Well, we were pretty shocked,
by his suggestion, but he was so bold (and certain) about it,
that we reluctantly agreed that _he_ could do it in the
bedroom, whenever _he_ wanted to.  Later, we three "original"
roommates discussed the issue, and decided that the idea
was a little "strange", and that we were not inclined to
masturbate openly.
 
The next day when I returned to the dorm, after classes, the
dorm apartment seemed empty.  The bedroom door was 
mostly closed, but not latched.  When I moved toward it
I could hear muffled noises of sexual activity.  I
gently pushed the door open and found Steve naked, 
on top of the covers of his bed, lying on his back,
all lubed up, and stroking away.
He was lying with his head towards the door, and seemed 
unaware of my presence.  He was really into it.  I had always
been very restrained with my masturbation, not moving much,
or breathing much, even when cumming, so I was mezmerized for
a moment by his vigorous activity.  Suddenly, I felt like
a voyeur, or something, and, reclosing the door, retreated.
I felt sexualy excited and went into the bathroom to jerk off.
Somehow, I was a little angry at Steve for his uninhibited ways.
I was horney, but the bathroom now seemed sterile, and 
uncomfortable, and although I stroked, I didn't cum.  Finally,
I gave up, and left the bathroom.  I couldn't resist looking
into the bedroom again.  Steve was there, sleeping on his back
in innocent nakedness, with his hand around his slack cock, and
a dotted wet trail of cum on his belly and chest.  He looked
so peaceful, and I thought that he was so liberated, because he 
wasn't concerned that someone might see him there, "like that".
 
By the time the other roommates came home, there was no evidence
that Steve had been masturbating, and the afternoon seemed 
ordinary.  However, I was quite agitated at having seen him
masturbating.  
 
Late in the evening, after the others were asleep, and the 
lights were out, I could hear Steve masturbating again, this
time, more quietly.  His bed was on the lower level of the 
bunk, like mine and directly across from mine.  I could see
his naked body, on top of the covers, in the dim light from
the window.  As before, he was taking his time, drawing out
his activities for a long time.  This was so different from
my own experiences.
 
Watching him in the semi-darkness caused my own erection, and 
brought to mind my own unslated horniness.  I wondered to
myself whether it would be "ok" for me to masturbate in
my bed.  Steve had said it was ok with him, but I hadn't
gotten my roommates' permission.   ...but they were asleep.
 
Very quietly, I pushed the covers down to my thighs, and 
shifted a little, so that I was lying on my back.  My
cock was standing straight out, and I could see it clearly
in the light.  I gave it a firm squeeze, and got a little
precum, and rubbed it around a little, but soon felt very
self-conscious, and covered myself again.
 
As I lay there in modest, and frustrated, horniness, I could
hear and see Steve's progress, and finally, I witnessed his
orgasm.  I was amazed and jealous of his "exhibitionism".
I wondered why I wasn't like him...     
 
I went class, the next morning, fighting a hard-on the whole
time, caused by just thinking of the possibility of stroking
it in front of the others.  I knew that all I had to do was
"do" it...    So easy to _say_....
 
I knew that I would be back at the dorm first, before Steve.
The others would return later.
I was resolved that I would somehow make use of this new
opportunity.  When I went home, I immediately stripped and 
got myself comfortable and lubed, on my bed.  I stroked 
in a leisurely manner, waiting for an audience.  I was 
determined to "christen" a new way of being, on this very
day.  As I nervously kept myself just short of the brink
of orgasm, waiting for the moment-of-truth, I was sure
that my metamorphosis was at hand.
 
I had left the bedroom door wide open.  When I heard the 
key in the lock of the front door, my heart skipped a beat.
I winced with regret as I heard the door opening.  But, it
was too late now.  I could only hope it was Steve, and not
one of the other roomies.  I kept stroking, but eased the
pressure on my cock, as I was about to explode.  Steve walked
into the bedroom, and sat on his bed, facing me, watching, with
a slight smile on his face.
 
Suddenly, I was shocked to find myself being taken over by
a very powerful orgasm.  My hips thrusted eagerly, and I
let out a big groan, and bullets of jism shot over my head,
and some landed on my face and neck.  When I regained my 
senses, a little, and looked toward Steve, he was sitting
there, smiling.  He just said, "Nice shot," and started 
undressing.  I was too wasted to move, but I was aware
of his begining to masturbate, as I faded into a deep sleep.
When I finally awoke, Steve, was still asleep, with cum
tracks on his belly, and our other roommates were already 
home.  
 
I quickly got dressed, and went out to the kitchen, with
the others, trying to pretend that nothing unusual had 
happened.  ...but I knew that the _truth_ was that *all*
our lives had been changed by a guy named Steve.
 
It _was_ difficult to get completely comfortable with 
masturbating openly, but after a time we all finally did.  
Looking back, it seems that the change was good for all of 
us, and it enhanced our lives.  Steve was right.  Masturbation 
deserves an important place in our lives, and it isn't something
to hide, or be ashamed of. 
 
I wonder whether any of you have lived in dorm situations
where open masturbation was permitted.  Please tell us how
it happened, and how it worked in your situation.

Also, how do straight guys feel about seeing other guys
masturbate?
 
Thanks for your replies.

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