Friday, August 24, 2012

We Are All Brothers



What do you do when you are suddenly thrust into cohabitation with a guy, or guys, you don't know? We're not talking for a day or two... or a week or two. Most of us can figure out a way to relieve the aching man berries for that length of time without causing a stir; there's the long bathroom visit and the long, hot shower. But what if this situation is going to last 3 months, 6 months, or an entire school year?


One Faithful Reader is facing just such a situation. He'll be dormed long term with a person he will not meet until the day they both arrive. Hiding in the bathroom, sitting on a hard plastic toilet seat can become tedious in a hurry - at least it would for me. Taking an extra long shower can turn your skin prunish - and besides, what man isn't going to know what you're up to in there anyway?


I was faced with that situation in the military. The 40-man barracks had no hiding places at all. Bunks were close enough you could reach out and grab the guys hard-on if you dared to. The latrine (men's room) was communal - large, open room with toilets, urinals, sinks, gang shower. And yet, we all managed to get our rock off on a regular basis as soon as the lights went out; within 20 minutes or so the rustling would stop and the aroma of cum permeated the room. Morning boners are another issue we all have to contend with. Those were pretty much ignored, nobody had time to notice them let alone comment.




Later, in 2-man rooms, I got lucky. The first time I walked into the room, there he was, stretched out on the bed, fully naked, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He didn't scramble to cover up or hide what he was doing, he kept right on stroking away. A few weeks later, he invited me to my first real circle-jerk.




After the military, came college. I walked in unexpectedly. My room mate grabbed the blankets to cover up his pole, his face candy-apple red, he stammered and stuttered. I waved it off and bluntly told him he didn't need to stop on my account. "So what? We all jack off...go for it, dude." We made a pact: No rude comments from the peanut gallery, you go about your business. We spent many an hour lying on our beds and beating our meat to shared porn. The following year(s) I didn't wait for anyone to "get caught" with his boned up cock in hand - I made sure it got covered in the fist day's conversations.


And that's the advice I gave my Faithful Reader. Broach the subject early on, make it clear it's a normal, healthy activity so noone needs to hide or be embarrassed. Morning boners are something we have no control over and nobody should be offended or feel threatened as if that rock-solid, pocket rocket tenting the sheet (or leading the way to your morning whizz) is some kind of indication of sexual arousal, or an overture for a roll in the hay. Beating out a load of ball-batter and morning boners are both natural and are what make us part of the brotherhood of men.

 

In the end, we are all brothers.

4 comments:

LORDPATRICK said...

Just do what comes naturally! Or should that be "cums"? Great post! Hot men!

Queer Heaven said...

Good advise! What you described about when you were in the military, is exactly the way it was for me during my time in the Army. No one cared who was jerking. But if I remember correctly, someone was jerking off somewhere almost all the time. When I was overseas, we would have a group wank in the showers.

And the guys that wanted to go off in twos.. did just that. And this was well before Gay's were allowed to be open in the service.

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