Masturbation With Friends: Bonding Experience, Or Hidden Homosexual Feelings?
By Leeto
I must preface this article by saying that I’m a dude, so, sorry to all of you that were hoping for chicks masturbating with each other using various items they had around, maybe beginning with a pillow fight in their nighties and what not … Damn, I wish someone would write an article about that.
Do you have one of those friends that can’t keep a secret, or has oral diarrhea and blurts out info that you intended to be kept low-key in large social settings? Well I have one, one who prompts me to start a defensive speech every time this douche attempts to embarrass me with the story I am about to tell. Because I’ve told this speech so many times, I’m starting to wonder if I’m speaking the truth. Who knows, I may have brainwashed myself into believing my own bullshit. But I’ll let you decide. Please be open minded.
Don’t judge me!
Back in the good ol’ days of freshman year in college, my best friend Rich, who I have known my whole life, shared a dorm room with me. If you were lucky enough to go to a state university and live in the dorms, you know the type of room we were dealing with. Unlike what Zack, Slater, Screech, Kelly, Jessie and Lisa had as a fucking dorm room (which was ridiculous; no one has rooms that big, with a communal room connecting the two? Bullshit, I tell you! Bullshit!), they are generally 20 feet by 10 feet; enough for two beds, two desks, just enough room to fit a TV, a refrigerator, a flip-n-fuck and 2 closets, each with a dresser inside. “Flip-n-fuck”, for those who don’t know, are those small foam chairs, often seen in pornos, that are about a foot high and fold out to a bed so one can lay. And fuck.
In the year of 1997, the University I was attending had housing issues, meaning they didn’t have enough room for all of the students they admitted. So what’s the logical solution? Turn each dorm floor’s lounge into a 6-person room. Though this didn’t affect me, it did affect one of my other good friends, Trent. He asked if he could crash on our flip-n-fuck every once in a while until he was assigned to a room. Rich and I had no problem with this arrangement.
With three guys sleeping in the same tight quarters, wait, let me rephrase that …With three, single, eighteen-year old guys who can’t pick up girls, sleeping in the same tight
quarters, there isn’t a whole lot of time to smack your jabberwalkie. This can become problematic. Tempers start to flare up easily, and common sense in some situations gets thrown out the window. In other words, dumb shit happens if you don’t clean the pipes every once in a while. The more frustrating thing was that we all had pretty similar class schedules, so there would always be at least two guys in the room: the room where there was porn readily available and a bottle of Jergen’s that was going unused! One night it all came to a head.
Friday night, party night: The perfect opportunity for the three young studs to get some action. A night full of drinking ensued and, in our quest for action, each of us was shot down more times than a mid-eastern pilot in the movie Iron Eagle. (Damn fine performance by Louis Gossett Jr.) After all the kegs were dry, it was time to make the lonely walk back to the dorm, defeated once again.
Now I’m not going to lie to you, this is going to get a little freaky.
So we hit the room, cracked a couple of more beers, and then I joked, “Hey, I got this Santa Claus porn with a midget named Pix in it. Should I toss it on?” They said yeah. (Who wouldn’t say yeah, though? Watching a midget doing two chicks is hilarious.)
Thirty minutes into the movie, Trent said, “That’s it! I’m rubbing one out!”
He laid back on the flip-n-fuck and started jerkin’ it. Like clockwork Rich laid back on his bed, and a-yanking away he went. So I figure why not? As long as I had eyes forward, watching the Midget ramming these broads, I couldn’t see any of my friends’ genitals. But the main problem with being within ten feet of two other guys whacking off is that sound.
They weren’t grunting or moaning, but you could hear the friction of the stroking. And being able to hear this made it hard to maintain and finish the deal, to say the least.
After some time had passed, Trent finished up. He let out a loud “Ahhhhh” making it quite obvious on purpose in order to throw us off our game. It didn’t phase Rich, but left me, despite being on my third hand full of lotion, unmotivated to continue. I just decided to zip up instead.
After the cleanup was done, there was, amazingly, no real awkwardness. We chatted, laughed about the situation and eventually went to bed. And not with each other; I know you were thinking it.
That was a one time deal. We never did it again. We’re even still really good friends today. I roomed with Rich for four years of college, and lived with Trent in my fifth year.
So, back to my original thought, whenever my friend with oral diarrhea blurts out “Yeah, like the time you, Trent and Rich masturbated together!” for no other reason than to embarrass me, I was forced to respond, “So? It was a bonding experience. It’s not like I jerked them off.”
Have I brainwashed myself into thinking that it WAS, indeed, a bonding experience between good friends? But in reality, I have homosexual feelings toward them as surely they do towards me?
Or …
Could I be speaking truthfully? Can masturbating with your friends be a bonding experience? It shows that you’re extremely comfortable in front of these friends of yours. That you can let it all hang out and, in this case, play with it as well.
I tend to believe the latter, that it was a bonding experience. I know that these guys will be good friends of mine for life.
But damn, Trent’s ass has been looking good lately.
I must preface this article by saying that I’m a dude, so, sorry to all of you that were hoping for chicks masturbating with each other using various items they had around, maybe beginning with a pillow fight in their nighties and what not … Damn, I wish someone would write an article about that.
Do you have one of those friends that can’t keep a secret, or has oral diarrhea and blurts out info that you intended to be kept low-key in large social settings? Well I have one, one who prompts me to start a defensive speech every time this douche attempts to embarrass me with the story I am about to tell. Because I’ve told this speech so many times, I’m starting to wonder if I’m speaking the truth. Who knows, I may have brainwashed myself into believing my own bullshit. But I’ll let you decide. Please be open minded.
Don’t judge me!
Back in the good ol’ days of freshman year in college, my best friend Rich, who I have known my whole life, shared a dorm room with me. If you were lucky enough to go to a state university and live in the dorms, you know the type of room we were dealing with. Unlike what Zack, Slater, Screech, Kelly, Jessie and Lisa had as a fucking dorm room (which was ridiculous; no one has rooms that big, with a communal room connecting the two? Bullshit, I tell you! Bullshit!), they are generally 20 feet by 10 feet; enough for two beds, two desks, just enough room to fit a TV, a refrigerator, a flip-n-fuck and 2 closets, each with a dresser inside. “Flip-n-fuck”, for those who don’t know, are those small foam chairs, often seen in pornos, that are about a foot high and fold out to a bed so one can lay. And fuck.
In the year of 1997, the University I was attending had housing issues, meaning they didn’t have enough room for all of the students they admitted. So what’s the logical solution? Turn each dorm floor’s lounge into a 6-person room. Though this didn’t affect me, it did affect one of my other good friends, Trent. He asked if he could crash on our flip-n-fuck every once in a while until he was assigned to a room. Rich and I had no problem with this arrangement.
With three guys sleeping in the same tight quarters, wait, let me rephrase that …With three, single, eighteen-year old guys who can’t pick up girls, sleeping in the same tight
quarters, there isn’t a whole lot of time to smack your jabberwalkie. This can become problematic. Tempers start to flare up easily, and common sense in some situations gets thrown out the window. In other words, dumb shit happens if you don’t clean the pipes every once in a while. The more frustrating thing was that we all had pretty similar class schedules, so there would always be at least two guys in the room: the room where there was porn readily available and a bottle of Jergen’s that was going unused! One night it all came to a head.Friday night, party night: The perfect opportunity for the three young studs to get some action. A night full of drinking ensued and, in our quest for action, each of us was shot down more times than a mid-eastern pilot in the movie Iron Eagle. (Damn fine performance by Louis Gossett Jr.) After all the kegs were dry, it was time to make the lonely walk back to the dorm, defeated once again.
Now I’m not going to lie to you, this is going to get a little freaky.
So we hit the room, cracked a couple of more beers, and then I joked, “Hey, I got this Santa Claus porn with a midget named Pix in it. Should I toss it on?” They said yeah. (Who wouldn’t say yeah, though? Watching a midget doing two chicks is hilarious.)
Thirty minutes into the movie, Trent said, “That’s it! I’m rubbing one out!”
He laid back on the flip-n-fuck and started jerkin’ it. Like clockwork Rich laid back on his bed, and a-yanking away he went. So I figure why not? As long as I had eyes forward, watching the Midget ramming these broads, I couldn’t see any of my friends’ genitals. But the main problem with being within ten feet of two other guys whacking off is that sound.
They weren’t grunting or moaning, but you could hear the friction of the stroking. And being able to hear this made it hard to maintain and finish the deal, to say the least.
After some time had passed, Trent finished up. He let out a loud “Ahhhhh” making it quite obvious on purpose in order to throw us off our game. It didn’t phase Rich, but left me, despite being on my third hand full of lotion, unmotivated to continue. I just decided to zip up instead.
After the cleanup was done, there was, amazingly, no real awkwardness. We chatted, laughed about the situation and eventually went to bed. And not with each other; I know you were thinking it.
That was a one time deal. We never did it again. We’re even still really good friends today. I roomed with Rich for four years of college, and lived with Trent in my fifth year.
So, back to my original thought, whenever my friend with oral diarrhea blurts out “Yeah, like the time you, Trent and Rich masturbated together!” for no other reason than to embarrass me, I was forced to respond, “So? It was a bonding experience. It’s not like I jerked them off.”
Have I brainwashed myself into thinking that it WAS, indeed, a bonding experience between good friends? But in reality, I have homosexual feelings toward them as surely they do towards me?
Or …
Could I be speaking truthfully? Can masturbating with your friends be a bonding experience? It shows that you’re extremely comfortable in front of these friends of yours. That you can let it all hang out and, in this case, play with it as well.
I tend to believe the latter, that it was a bonding experience. I know that these guys will be good friends of mine for life.
But damn, Trent’s ass has been looking good lately.
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