The events below are true and honest ... very interesting reading ...
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Attending a public university afforded an excellent education at quite a
reasonable cost (which was important since I was footing much of the bill).
I am now a happily married, thirty-something, successful manager. This
education prepared me quite well for my professional life after college.
It also prepared me well in terms of sexual education . . .
I had arrived! Mom and Dad weren't around. I had freedom! I had friends
(girls & guys). It was so exciting those first few months of freshman year.
It was also scary. As in: I had to share a reasonably large dorm room with
three other young ' men'; sharing that space was not so easy. As in: What
are you supposed to do when you're horny? At home the bathrooms were easily
accessed and no one seemed to care. Here, what was I supposed to do? WELLLL,
let me tell you.
Start with sexy young women. It seemed there were SEXY young women
EVERYWHERE. I had never seen so many in one place! Sooo ... put four horny,
eighteen year old guys in one room with one bathroom and sooner or later
(actually sooner) they learn each of them masturbate (often). And one better
not make fun of the others, cause eventually you'll get caught yourself!
There were only two private places in which to masturbate: our private
bathroom and one's bed. Yes, we had bunk beds ... oh joy.
THE BED - At night, hormones just simply take over the sleep pattern it
seems. The struggle is to stay awake long enough to be able to wack one's
meat after your bunk mate falls asleep (and hope he doesn't wake up).
Often I would wake up in the middle of the night only to play with myself.
I slept on both top bunk and bottom, trading places during the year.
One night (when I was on the bottom bunk), one of my roommates thought I
was asleep. Guess what? NOT! I could hear him pull down and remove his
underwear. I think he took off his shirt, but I'm not sure. He pulled the
sheets down so as to have full access to his crotch. One leg dangled over
the edge of the bed. The room was incredibly quite. I could hear the sound
of his hand slowly rubbing his penis. You could hear the slight change in
pitch as his fingers must have passed over the head. It was a regular rhythm.
A soft, exciting cadence. His motions grew ever more quicker and the
stroking sound grew louder. His breathing became regular. After a while,
semen must have began flowing as I could hear the stickiness' sound as his
fingers slipped across his head.
In the dim light I could see the mattress start moving up & down ever so
slightly. His leg started moving some. My heart was POUNDING. I was excited
by his arousal, but he was a guy! I was a guy ... Uh-Oh! I laid there and
just absorbed the new spectacle I was serendipitously subject to. His hand
was now moving faster and the bed started to sway ever so slightly. Regular
movements in the mattress and springs indicated that his buns were now
thrusting modestly ... he was really getting into this! The up and down
motion of that mattress just seemed to excite me. And his breathing gave
way to soft moans punctuated by a few gasps. I could very faintly detect
an interesting odor that I could not quite pinpoint.
I was soooo .... HORNY by now ... and rock hard. It was difficult for me to
breath because - somehow - I wanted to hear every faint, tell-tail sound
from the show just three short feet above me.
My roommate's breathing was now heavy, rhythmic and deep and his low moan
was consistently exciting. His thrusting was now intense, the springs and
mattress were moving wildly. The bed was swaying and the springs were
squeaking ever so slightly. I could hear his hand pumping his penis in
earnest. The motions of his hips thrusting and bouncing the mattress above
me were so novel ... unlike anything I had experienced before.
Then it came ...
I knew when his orgasm came. His dangling leg became taught and his toes
pointed out. His thrusts became heaves, but then briefly slowed, as if to
pause. Then suddenly, the bed jerked in compliance to his spasms. The
wetting action of his ejaculate on his penis changed the sound and
tone of his stroking; I could tell sperm was flying! I thought I heard it
land on his belly (?) He moaned as he came. It must have been intense and
he must have been out of control because if he only knew what I could
clearly observe being immediately below him, he would be abjectly
horrified.
He then faded and withered to restful release. I thought I could smell
the odor of hot semen.
My roommate was now finished and in repose. In contrary, I was way horned
up! My rod just ached. What to do? ... I slipped off my sleeping shorts and
pulled the sheets down some ...
THE BATHROOM - I felt very fortunate. In my dorm, we did not have to share a
common bathroom for the entire floor. However, since it was an all male
dorm, there was no ladies room at all ...
A warm Friday evening was at hand. Spring was well underway and shorts were
the norm. Lots of cute buns to feast your eyes upon (gals and guys as you
may prefer). I had a whole lot of female caboose viewing today ... my eyes
were indeed tired. But Mr. Testosterone reminded me of his presence by way
of an erection that just would not go away. I decided to take matters into
my own 'hands'.
I closed the bathroom door (gee, I wish this had a lock, but my roommates
were really cool about relieving oneself) and flicked the switch for the
light/fan combo. I removed my clothes and set them aside; I was going to
relax and really get into this. The toilet seat felt cool on my rear end.
I slowly started rubbing the top of my rod. Soon I began to fantasize ...
which young fem caboose should I dream about? Kathy? Meg? Diane? All three?
I then delicately rubbed my fingers across the glans, using the pre-cum as
lubrication. "Hey this was great", I thought as my whole crotch area swelled
and became ever more hot. Meg's breasts appeared in a vision before me. I
had longed to get into some heavy petting with her. "Be patient", I told
myself. For now, this would do. I continued to jerk off, holding my entire
penis in my right hand and moving the skin of the shaft up and down in a
way that only guys could know (Later, I learned differently).
Up & down. Up and down. Images played out before me. My mind was quite
active tonight. Holding that piston and pumping it felt so good!
Some people were way out in the hall, talking cheerfully and laughing.
Someone ran down the hall. All distractions to be ignored.
I could feel the juices build deep within ... orgasm was approaching. Some
thrusting took over. No one was around ... I started making some noise ...
oh, oh, Oh, OH! I was now rubbing just below the head in just that right
way. I'm coming, I'm coming ... here it comes ...
The orgasm was terrific!!! It felt oh so good! Sperm flowed out in spurts.
A lot of white, sticky sperm ... on my hand and on my penis ... dripping
into the open toilet below. The DOOR opens and in walks KATHY ! Oh shit!
Oh no! (Needless to say, I felt quite humble) I wanted to say something,
but I was frozen solid. Kathy looked down at my penis and then into my eyes.
Down at my naked manliness before her and back up to my face. She had a
surprised, yet sheepish, innocent gaze ... almost frozen in time as was I.
My penis just finished its last spurt when Kathy slowly spoke.
She said she was sorry. She wasn't sure why she just walked in ... 'Their'
bathroom door isn't hung well and naturally shuts by itself (actually I
think she already had a couple of beers in her 5'1" 110 lb bod ... I
think she just goofed ...) Perhaps she thought I was hung well (?); she
seemed quite friendly ... sort of.
So what to do about this most embarrassing moment in my life? I was sure
she'd tell EVERYONE on campus (she didn't, I later learned). Kathy
apologized again. She said that it was OK that I was doing that; her
brothers did it , she USED to do it (a fib, I thought) and the other women
in her dorm do it all the time. Kathy told me that she thought it was cool
for I guy to do this. Better that than get drunk, jump in the sack with
some drunk chick and risk all those bad things that could happen to you.
She said too many women were getting their feelings hurt by uncaring men
that went a little to far.
Personally, I felt pretty embarrassed. Kathy was really cool about it. We
got to be friends eventually. We always smiled at each other. We had that
little event to joke between the two of us. I think she really opened up to
me because I had become vulnerable in front of her in a very awkward way.
Perhaps that made me seem just like everyone else, more approachable ...
more of a real person with real needs. So, I guess the whole thing didn't
turn out so bad after all. And they all lived happily ever after.