I attended college 1981-85. I, like all freshman had to endure dorm life. I didn't mind sharing a room with another young man but I was hoping not to get a prude or some uptight guy. The dean of admissions office did a great job in matching me up with a guy who to this day is still a dear friend. I remember on day 1 after we had said goodbyes to parents and we were all moved in we darted for the nearest Mexican restaurant and spent the next few hours getting to know each other. The first thing he asked me was if I jerked off. I told him 'well of course, usually a few times a day, why don't you?" He said something along the lines of 'oh hell yes every chance I get.' It turned out he was just trying to see if I would have a problem with him rubbing one out in the room. My question to him was..well it was not really a question now that I think back on it, I just told him that I sleep nude and I hoped that it would not be a problem. He responded that we'll probably being seeing each other naked everyday (dorm showers used the Bradley Tower poles, and getting dressed and undressed in the room etc). We were dorm mates for 2 years. Nudity was not a problem. Neither was jerking off - we would each do it while in our own beds, he would be looking at some nudity mag he had scored from someone just tugging away. No fear, guilt or shame. Of course I would be thinking of him naked in the shower. I told him I was gay at the end of the sophomore year, as were were going to move out and get an apartment together our junior/senior year. He said he knew it, since in two years I had never dated a girl. I told him I wanted him to know because now that we were renting an apartment (thanks to my parents paying the rent) there might be a fair to decent chance I might bring a guy home. He was cool with it as he told me that there might be a 'fair and decent' chance he would be bringing a girl home.