Masturbation: The College Years

Back some years ago, whether I started college I didn't really know what to expect. On one hand I was excited that I was going to be away from home and somewhat on my own, but on the other hand I was now going to be living in a building with a couple hundred other guys with almost zero supervision. It was definitely a whole different world than I had been used to. 

My parents had brought me up and helped me get my stuff up to the dorm room. They weren't the typical bed-in-a-closet dorm rooms that are the norm, but almost like mini apartments, with two bedrooms that had a bunk bed and a little sitting area between them with a table and chairs, a couch and a TV. It seemed pretty nice and spacious, even though I was sharing it with 3 other guys. It turns out they were all sophomores and were roommates in their first year, and when a bed opened up my name came up for the 4th spot, even though I was a freshmen. Thankfully, they were friendly and made me feel at home right away. One of them took me around the dorm building and showed me the kitchen and shower areas, the lounge, the workout area, etc. Everything seemed pretty straightforward, and then a guy walked out of the shower room buck naked, talked to my roommate for a minute and then went on his way. I was a little confused and asked him what that was all about, and he said guys walk around the dorm naked all the time, especially after we shower. It was a tad jarring, since no one had seen me naked since I was little, but secretly a little exciting that I had always wanted to run around naked and now that the green light to do so. 

If was at that point that he asked me a second question..Do I have an issue with masturbation? I said that I didn't, not knowing where this question was leading. Since it was a somewhat religious college, the dorms were strictly same-sex. That means the guys really get backed up so we masturbate a lot. I focused on the 'we' part. He told me the three of them are completely open with their masturbating; whenever they need to and they aren't shy about doing it. The only unwritten rule was to not do it in the shower; you don't want puddles of cum sitting where you walk barefoot. I simply nodded as an approval and we went on, but I actually didn't know how I was going to deal with it. No one had ever seen me masturbate before and I had never seen anyone, even as much as I love masturbating. Maybe I was blowing it out of proportion, too. They can't jerk off that much, can they? 

Well...it turns out they can. The first day was pretty hectic with moving in and seeing where my classes were going to be, but the next morning I woke up hearing that familiar *squish squish squish* sound with the bunk slightly shaking. He was masturbating. It went on for a few more minutes before he softly grunted a couple times, his bunk shook hard and then fell silent. About a minute after his sheets rustled around a little and he climbed down, naked with his cock half-full and wagging as he tossed his wadded-up boxers into a pile of laundry, grabbed his towel and walked out, I assume to take a shower. I guess he wasn't lying. 

The next couple days were a blur, both with starting a new school and being surrounded by testosterone-fueled guys taking care of their needs whenever they wanted to. The problem was...I hadn't. Simply put, I was still too shy to knock one out when other guys were around, and I was definitely feeling it. At home I was on a twice a day schedule like clockwork, but now I hadn't cum in over three days. My roommates, however, seemed like they were in a non-stop jerk off session. My bunkmate alone had cum five times, and that was just what I was there for. By the time the 4th morning came around, my balls felt like they were going to explode and I was hard as a tree trunk in my boxers. He noticed it and asked why don't I take care of it, but I kind of laughed and said it was just morning wood and I'd be fine. I threw on my clothes and headed to my early class, my hard cock pulled up and under my waistband of my pants. I don't even remember anything that was gone over in that class, all I could think about was needing to cum, cum, cum. After that I didn't have another class until the afternoon, so I figured I would take a shower now to try and clear my head. I stripped down and wrapped my towel around me and headed for the shower room. The showers were mostly communal, with only a tile wall that came out a few feet and up to your chest for a slight amount of privacy. It blocked seeing the guys next to you, but you could still see everyone in the open area and they could see you. There were already a handful there when I went in and a few more came and went as I stayed under the water for longer than usual this time. If I had to guess, about half of them were walking around with at least a semi, and there were a couple with a full blown erection. Without a care in the world, they dried off, did their thing and walked out with their cocks standing and bobbing. By the time I was finished, I was one of them. I was so horny I couldn't even keep my towel wrapped around my waist. Frustrated, all I could do was keep my towel draped in front of me as I walked back in nothing but my shower sandals. The rough towel wasn't doing me any good, as my swollen head kept rubbing back and forth against the material, making things worse. I finally said 'fuck it' and just draped the total around my neck, leaving my rock hard cock open for everyone I passed by. 

When I walked into our room, one of the guys was sitting on the couch, and of course he was naked. Not only was he naked, he was looking at a porno magazine and slowly stroking himself as casually as eating dinner. I couldn't take it anymore. I sat down and spread my legs, took hold of my cock and started stroking. He noticed and said "well all right, it's about time you jerked off". All I could do was lean my head back with my eyes closed and my mouth hung open. I don't think I lasted more than 20 seconds before I felt like I was going to cum. I knew he was watching me do it, but I needed this more than anything. My own mother could have been sitting there and I would have let her watch me cum. And then it happened. My face leaned forward and my feet lifted into the air, shooting the biggest load of my life onto my belly and chest. I heard him excitedly say "oh hell yeah, do it!" as rope after rope shot from my piss slit. After what seemed like hours, the pulses finally stopped and I sunk back into the couch, covered in semen and feeling warm and fuzzy from my head to my toes. He said "damn, that one must have felt freaky good", and I just nodded, saying that yeah it did. That wasn't an orgasm...that was a cum. A mind-blowing, earth-shattering, toe-curling CUM. He then said "hey, I'm gonna cum too" before biting his lip and shooting his first rope about a foot in the air before splashing back down on his cock and hand. He didn't cum as much as I did, but his balls weren't as full, either. As he sat there catching his breath, he said "damn I love masturbating so much..." and I said "me too, at home I do it two or three times a day", and he said I would be doing it that much here, too. He got up and asked if I wanted a tissue, and I said I'll just use my towel. I didn't think a tissue would clean up a load this size, anyway. After a few minutes my cock still hadn't gone down, and he said he thinks I need to go for number two. I told him I think he's right, slipped out of my sandals and kind of laid down on the couch with the soles of my feet pressed together (my favorite position). He asked if I wanted his magazine, but I didn't think I needed it. This one was going to take longer than the first, but that was ok. I like to stretch it out and edge a few times before I cum anyway. I was into it for a few minutes when the door opened and the other two walked in. The 4th guy said "whoa, look who's finally masturbating!" I then heard "not only that, he already came once. Came like a horse." I just looked up and around at them and then back down at my fist pumping up and down on my blood-red penis. My bunkmate then said "well, I don't want to be left out of this one" as he pulled off his clothes and started fondling himself to get hard, the other mimicking his actions. It wasn't long before all four of us were masturbating quietly, save for our heavy breathing, and one by one we all blew our loads. 

Cumming twice around other people almost liberated me immediately. Outside of having to get dressed for my later class, I spent the rest of the day naked, as did the other three, almost in solidarity. Even later on going down to the kitchen and lounge at all went nude and barefoot. That night after we all turned in, I'm pretty sure all of us masturbated again in our bunks. After that point I joined in on the fun of whenever, for whatever reason, sometimes even making it to four or five times in a day. Like I said...I love masturbating.