It Wasn't Until College That I Understood That All Guys Don't Do This

When I was in my teens, I hung out with my two buddies all the time. The three of us spent time together almost every day after school and on weekends.  Like most kids that age, we always talked about girls and sex as much as about baseball, hockey or cars.

Like kids of that age, we didn't really know much about sex, but we blustered about it to each other that we knew more than we did. When the topic was sex, we'd often take our pants down, or off, and start masturbating. Usually if one guy did it, the other two would do it too.

There was no embarrassment. We just would jerk off. We'd get hard, we'd see each others dicks, and that would enhance the mood, and we'd cum, and that was that. We didn't touch each other, no kissing or anything at all like that. We would have called that 'gay.' which at the time was a huge no-no. At some point, one of us would start groaning, arch his back, and the cum would start to pump out. The others watched, and often that drove us over the edge too.

When were at one of our homes, like in George's bedroom when his parents were busy downstairs, we'd be careful not to get cum on his bed, his chair, or on his floor. That was the biggest thing - we'd yell at each other about messy cum spills.

My first day of college was a shocker, but not for me. For my roommate. Not knowing that everyone wasn't like the three of us, in the early evening, after my first cafeteria dinner, which I ate with my new roommate, the two of us retired to our dorm room. We were already hitting it off nicely. I knew I was going to like Jake. Oh, he was a bit religious, but not crazy or anything.

So, there in the dorm room, I stripped naked, kind of expecting Jake to do the same. He seemed a bit, well, embarrassed to see me naked. Go figure! I didn't really understand why that would bother him. In fact, I didn't even notice at first that it did bother him. It was when I sat in the little rolling chair by my desk and started stroking my penis which was becoming hard, that he really freaked out. Jake's face turned all red, and he started sputtering, "What the devil?" "What in the world?" It was about then that I realized that he found my jerking off in front of him unusual - to say the least.

Suddenly, I was embarrassed, and of course I quit stroking. Before I could say anything, he walked out the door.

Now what? I had lost my erection entirely, and was very concerned. Was Jake ever coming back? Was he going to complain to someone? Oh fuck!

I put my clothes back on, and decided the only way to take my mind of what had just happened, and what was possibly going to happen next was to crack open one of my new textbooks. I couldn't concentrate, however. I kept imagining Jake coming back with the dean, or a policeman or someone like that in tow.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. My heart leapt into my mouth. It was Jake, alone. What he did was the last thing in the world I expected. He started apologizing profusely about the way he reacted. It seems he was brought up in a way quite different than me. He explained that in his world, there's no way that he and his buddies could have ever done anything remotely like masturbating in front of another person. He had never been skinny dipping. Never showered together with the guys. Never been seen by anyone without at least underwear.

I couldn't resist asking about medical exams. Somehow, his family doctor had never even asked him to remove his pants. No, he didn't get his testicles checked for lumps. He said he would have freaked out if the doctor had asked for that.

It took me literally weeks before I could jerk off in front of Jake. Somehow, the whole thing made me remarkably shy. Finally, he busted in on me when I was wanking one day. I thought he had a class until 3pm, but I mixed up the schedule. I immediately stopped, jumped on my bed, and threw a blanket over myself.

"No need for that," he muttered, as he sat down at his desk. Slowly, I removed the blanket, and decided it would be best for everyone if I simply continued what I was doing. It took me forever to get hard again, and I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong the whole time. But in my opinion, it was something that needed to be done. To clear the air or somehting.

Jake was cool, doing some studying on his laptop. I couldn't help noticing that he was taking surreptitious glances at me.

I wasn't cumming, and just about ready to give up, when Jake cleared his throat, and said, "What the hell." It must have a big deal for him, because he usually said "What the heck" when something unusual needed to be expressed.

And, with that little exclamation, he pulled down his pants, revealing an already erect dick. Jake sat in his chair, facing me, looking directly at me, at my cock actually, and started wanking away.

Solidarity! I was so pleased, I must have been smiling from ear to ear. Within less than a minute, Jake was spurting white cum onto a paper towel he had hastily grabbed. Seeing that, I came a moment later.

We didn't really talk much about it, but from that day on, we frequently masturbated in front of each other. About a month later, Jake sheepishly asked whether there might be some advantage in jerking each other off.