Open Masturbation in College

As I was preparing to enter college, I had one major concern: Would I have privacy to masturbate? That was answered on the very first day. But it turns out it wasn't about privacy. It was just about whether I'd be able to masturbate. I sure was. Let me explain: My roommate arrived with his hippie parents. That's how I describe them. They were friendly, polite, but quite set back in the 1970's, not only in the way they dressed - his mother with a long skirt, a somewhat obscene T-shirt, and obviously no bra, and his father in very long hair, beads, and a weird floppy hat - but also in their attitude. You could tell they were all about freedom. I was thinking 'Geesh!." They seemed to approve of me, but I'll bet they approved of everyone. Soon they left, and there I was making small talk with their son, Brian, as we unpacked our stuff. He was a looker. About 6'1" tall, thin, and tanned with longish sandy hair, and a two-day old beard. He came from California. No surprise there! But, I liked him right away. After we shoved everything in our drawers and closets, he announced he was going to take a shower. At that point, to my total shock, he took off all his clothes, threw a towel over his shoulder, opened the door, and started down the hallway to the men's bathroom. I mean, I wouldn't have walked down that hallway stark naked in a million years. As he walked through the door, I said, "Hey, you're naked!" He seemed surprised that I was surprised. I had to see what happened next so I stepped out into the hallway. I watched as he walked down the empty hallway three doors down to the men's room. Just before he went in, a young woman entered the hallway from a door on the other side. She saw him immediately and froze - but only for a second. With what I realized later was his usual winning grin, he said "Hi," to her, and she somewhat casually said "Hi" back. He then disappeared into the bathroom. As she passed me, she exclaimed, "So college is going to be like that, eh?" Fifteen minutes later Brian returned, not with his towel around his waste, but casually flung over his shoulder again, semi-erect penis waving as he walked in. Wow, wow, wow! I didn't know whether to be alarmed because I had a weirdo for a roommate, or be absolutely delighted by the wonderful eye candy. Now, I'm bi, although I suppose I lean a bit more toward girls. But I certainly appreciate a good cock on a good-looking guy. His penis wasn't huge, now that I was looking at it - since he didn't seem to mind my staring at him - but then again, it wasn't fully erect. He sat down in his chair, and as if I wasn't already shocked enough, proceeded to fiddle with his hardening dick a bit. He pinched the frenulum - the bit of foreskin under the tip, and started pulling on it. His dick puffed up to its full glory. To my relief, I think, it wasn't much larger than mine. Well, maybe a bit longer, but I think a bit thinner in diameter. He was circumcised, as am I. As he was pulling on his frenulum, as casually as can be, he asked me what classes I had, what I was most looking forward to in college, if I knew anything about this school that he should know, and so on. I couldn't believe it. There he was, practically masturbating right in front of me, with no concern whatsoever. And crazier than that, the door was open. Anyone passing in the hall could have glanced in, and seen his erect penis as he was playing with it. So far, no one passed by. My overwhelming concern is that I'd be associated with him. "Oh, you're with that guy who masturbates in public!" Or worse, "Oh, you're one of those guys who masturbates in public." But what could I say to him? I had to say something, so stupidly, unable to think of anything else, I said, "Hey, don't you want to close the door?" What do you suppose Brian answered? He said, "Why?" "Because someone will see you." "Ah, I see, you're one of those guys who thinks there's something nasty about masturbation. You were evidently brought up, like most of us in the world, to think it is something to be hidden, even though everyone does it. I was brought up more naturally. In fact, I believe I'm a sort of messenger. I believe our whole society would be so much better off if people could be naked, could jerk off, do whatever they want, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else, openly." He went on to lecture me with some statistics about the benefits of masturbation. He especially impressed me with the fact that masturbation is social lubrication. Instead of horny men and women making all sorts of frustrated insinuations, jokes, and social gaffs, instead of those situations where date rape or worse occurs, instead of people dating and marrying based on sexual availability, what if we could all be more relaxed, and of course masturbation does that. He pretty much had me convinced. He asked whether I wanted to take off my clothes and join him. "No!" "Certainly not." "Probably not." "Well, maybe - if the door could be closed." He agreed to that, and reluctantly, very reluctantly, I pulled down my shorts, sat on the edge of my bed, and started idly stroking myself, as I steered our conversation back to our expectations for our first day of classes tomorrow. I didn't harden up at first, but after about five minutes, I was actually erect in front of another guy. Brian seemed completely casual about it. He stroked his hard dick, and I stroked mine. Within perhaps three more minutes, I started ejaculating. And, I must say, I came buckets! The Brian came neatly into a paper towel, so I didn't get to see him actually ejaculate. I don't know why, but I think I would have liked to see him actually cum. That was accomplished a couple of days later. He jerked off again in the morning, as did I. He jerked in the late afternoon. It became our loose schedule of sorts. He or I would wake up in the morning, or come back from a class in the afternoon, and just wack away as we discussed our day. We became the best of friends. In time, I became OK with masturbating with the door open. People would exclaim, titter, laugh, as they passed by. But in time, they started stopping in. Even women would come by from time to time, and rub their vaginas, sometimes even fully naked on my bed or on Brian's bed. With the door open! People started calling our room the "masturbatorium." Brian and I got a kick out of that. I heard that a Christian group on campus had a meeting about our little masturbatorium. We were concerned that they'd find some sort of violation and cause us some trouble. So we instituted a rule: No one touches anyone else in our room. It was an easy rule to implement, because that's the way it was anyway. Somehow, it was unspoken common knowledge, that masturbation in the masturbatorium was the limit. We never heard anything more from that group, or any others about our activities. Some of the members of the more conservative groups actually jerked with us occasionally. Brian and I were great friends, but we didn't become lovers and we were both fine with that. He was more hetrosexual than I. He brought girls over from time to time, and became rather serious about one. I brought a guy or girl now and then, but never got serious about anyone. When we brought friends over, we'd sometimes masturbate with them, but if we were good enough friends to do anything more, that was done in private, in order to make sure we wouldn't be doing anything that might cause trouble with authorities. It seems to me intercourse in public is legal, as long as nudity is legal, but is nudity completely legal on campus? We figured someone might cause trouble, but it never happened. The closest anyone ever came was a proctor who stopped by one day who only said, "You might want to be careful about your activities," whatever that was supposed to mean. A few months into our first year, after thirty or more people had jerked with us at various times, two things happened: I experienced a great fondness for the average, and not-so-average human body. I used to think I could only be attracted to thin, good-looking people. But all sorts of people, not so good looking, including one girl who I have to say was downright fat, stopped by and most took all their clothes off to masturbate. I started to empathize, or something like that. I actually rather liked the look of the fat girl. And the awkward, pimply guy, and the anorexic woman, and the grizzly 60-something janitor that stopped by one day. The other thing was a kind of a reverse thing: I was starting to believe that Brian had started a wonderful new trend. That the whole entire college would start being very open about masturbation, and that there'd be all sorts of masturbatoriums all over campus. Maybe the whole world. In the way that FaceBook started on a single campus, and became something familiar to billions, maybe public masturbation would go prime-time. But no, that never happened. In my whole two years, our little masturbatorium was visited by several hundred people, but so far as I know, it was not replicated elsewhere. After graduation, I went on to law school at a different university than Brian. We stayed in touch for a while, then it fizzled out. I might receive an email from him once a year. I thought he might become some sort of worldwide masturbation guru, but no, he is just a consumer advocacy specialist. I'm proud of him for that. But that's the kind of guy he was. Always interested in what's right. After passing the bar, I went to work in the legal department at a large natural food store chain, working for legislation to put some teeth in the the definition of 'organic.' Did I go on to set up a masturbatorium in law school? No, I was too shy, I guess. I did, however, manage to make my new roommate comfortable with wanking in front of me, and me in front of him - but with the door closed.