Bate Buds

[briacon429]

When I moved in with Hunter, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the issue of masturbation would come up pretty soon. But it didn’t happen the way I expected.

I was making my morning coffee, on my second day in the apartment, when Hunter stepped into the kitchen. “By the way,” he said, “I’ve got a bate bud coming over tonight.”

He said it so casually that his words didn’t fully register. But then I froze. “A what?” I asked.

“He’ll be here at six.”

“Wait a minute. Who’s this?”

“Kyle. One of my bate buds.”

I blinked. “Y-you mean… a guy you jack off with?”

“Yep.” Hunter said it like it was no big deal.

“I-I didn’t know you had bate buds—”

“I mean,” he said, “now you know.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I felt painfully awkward as I fiddled with the coffee maker.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked. “We all beat off. I mean hell, you did it in the bathroom last night.”

I had no idea how Hunter could’ve known that. Had I been too loud? Or had I taken too long in there? Or had he picked up on it some other way?

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Hunter said. “It’s a totally normal thing to do. Not to mention healthy.”

“Well—”

“I’m not gonna hide what I do, and you shouldn’t either.”

“I mean….” I was still trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. “H-how long have you been doing this? With these buddies I mean.”

Hunter clucked his tongue. “How do you think I learned to jack off?”

“O-okay….” I took a deep breath. “Did Alyssa know about this?” Alyssa was his ex, and he’d broken up with her just a few weeks before.

“Yeah she did,” Hunter said. “She liked to watch. Especially when my fraternity brothers were in town: she’d make us beat off in front of her.”

That gave me a helluva mental picture. I’d heard stories of fraternities having circle jerks and whatnot, but I’d never known anyone who actually copped to doing it. “I just… I just never knew this was a thing for you….”

“Lemme put it this way,” he said. “I’ve never met a guy who didn’t love jacking off. I’m just open about it, that’s all.”

I chewed my lip. I guess I’d never thought of it that way.

“Anyway, like I said, Kyle’s coming at six. You can join us if you want.”

“I-I’m good,” was all I could say.

I tried to act like it was a normal day, so I headed off to work and went through the motions as best I could. But I couldn’t shake the thought of Hunter openly bashing his bishop, especially since he’d practically invited me to join him. And I knew the issue wouldn’t go away anytime soon, considering the lease we’d signed on our apartment.

I’d just left work, and was staring at my watch, when six o’clock rolled around. I found myself chewing my lip, knowing that was when Hunter would be beating off with this Kyle. I particularly wanted to know where they were at that moment: were they retreating to the bedroom, or were they just jacking off on the couch? I also wondered if they stayed fully clothed and just whipped out their cocks, or if they got fully naked. Were they keeping their hands to themselves, or were they helping each other out? Question after question kept coursing through my mind.

I ended up grabbing dinner, and I took my sweet time eating it. I assumed everything would be over by the time I got back to the apartment, or at least so I hoped.

When I did get home, I was surprised to find this Kyle guy on our balcony, with Hunter right beside him. They were both sitting shirtless, sharing a joint, acting like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh hey,” Hunter said.

“Hey,” I said as casually as I could.

“You can probably guess who this is,” Hunter said. “Kyle, Chris.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook Kyle’s hand. Then, a second later, I remembered where that hand had just been. Wrapped around his dick… or maybe around Hunter’s dick?

Kyle didn’t bat an eye as he took a drag off his joint. “So you moved in with this fucker?”

“W-well yeah,” I said.

“Did you know what you were getting yourself into?”

“I-I mean—”

“I’m just messing with you. Hunter’s awesome.” Then he took another puff. “Where were you living before?”

“I-I used to live in University Heights….”

“That’s cool,” he said. “I work near there, in Hillcrest. Have you ever been to Thaxter’s?”

“That’s a bar, right?”

“Yep,” Kyle said, then he offered me the joint.

“I’m good,” I said.

“Okay,” Kyle said as he passed the joint to Hunter. “You should come have a drink sometime. Come to think of it, Hunter, you’re overdue there yourself.”

“Well,” Hunter said as he spit out a mouthful of smoke, “it was kinda hard when I was with Alyssa.”

“Ha!” Kyle said. “You could always find time for a bate sesh, but not for a drink?”

I blinked. I still couldn’t believe they were so chill about beating off together.

“That’s different,” Hunter was saying.

“If you say so,” Kyle replied.

“So,” I said, “how long have you been doing this?”

“You mean bating together?” Kyle asked.

“I-I mean yeah….”

“I guess technically since Scott and Chad’s wedding,” Kyle said.

“Ha!” Hunter said. “That was fucking epic… except we never actually bated that night. And I was just in town for the weekend. We didn’t make it a regular thing till I moved here a year later.”

“A year?” Kyle asked. “I thought you moved here right after that.”

“No, that was Travis. I was still in my senior year of college.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “H-how many guys do you do this with?”

“Oh I dunno,” Kyle said. “Our core group is probably five or six. But the bator community is huge, if that’s what you mean.”

I was still trying to wrap my mind around all this. “The bator community? Is that what you call it?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “What else would we call it?”

“I-I….” My voice trailed off. Then I swallowed. “This is all new to me….”

“You wanna join us sometime?”

I hadn’t forgotten how Hunter had made the same offer. “Oh I dunno,” I said. “If this is your guys’s thing—”

“Naw man, the more the merrier.” Kyle took back the joint, and he finished it off. “We’d already talked about hanging at my place next week.”

I still didn’t know what to say. These guys made it sound like they were just going to watch a game or something.

“Anyway, no pressure,” Kyle said. “I gotta get going. Where’s my shirt?” Then he stood up and headed for the living room.

I just stood there for a minute, trying to process it all. I had to admit that this talk of jerking off did get me hard. Not to mention Kyle seemed cool, and he clearly got along with Hunter. But the whole idea still messed with my head.

Hunter and Kyle found their shirts and put them back on. “All right,” Kyle said to Hunter. “Thanks again. This was awesome, as always.” Then Kyle bumped fists with both of us, and he headed out.

I just stood there for a minute. “Wow,” was all I could say.

Hunter clucked his tongue. “Is that a lube bottle in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“What?” I asked, but then I realized I was visibly tenting. “Oh shit—”

“Ha!” Hunter said. He managed to stifle a laugh for a moment, but then he started cackling.

“That’s not funny.”

“Yeah it is,” he said between laughs, “but it’s all good. If you need to get yourself off, fucking go for it dude.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just gritted my teeth.

I spent the next few hours trying to get my mind off what I’d just heard. I did my best to go through my evening routine, but I couldn’t shake the thought of what Hunter and Kyle had said.

When Hunter eventually went to bed, I got on my laptop and started exploring some more. I particularly wanted to know about these “bator” people they’d mentioned. It didn’t take me long to find a website called Vitruvian Men, which had a big discussion forum about it. Then I found a bunch of other sites that talked about it too.

I’d always thought of masturbation as something you do when you just need to get off; at most, it might make for fun foreplay or something. But these guys took it way more seriously than that. Some of them even called themselves “solosexuals” like it was their favorite way to get off. A lot of them used these websites to share techniques and experiences. More still posted ads for jerk sessions, either on cam or in real life.

Along the way, I kept hearing about a site called Bateworld; I tried going on it, but it asked for a login, so at first I didn’t bother. Even so, a lot of guys talked about it like it was their Facebook. Like a social network for masturbators.

Eventually I got intrigued enough that I bit the bullet, created a login, and got into the site— and sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. Not only did it let you friend people you liked, and it let you chat and DM, but it was full of even more discussion threads and blog posts. Not to mention how a lot of guys posted pics and videos, which were a helluva sight to behold.

Part of me wanted to beat off to this stuff, but the whole idea still made me self-conscious. I couldn’t help thinking of how a lot of my friends had made fun of jacking off; hell, back in the day, they’d spread urban legends that it would make you go blind, or you’d grow hair on your palms, or you wouldn’t be able to actually have sex. Worse yet, my online searches had introduced me to anti-masturbation crusaders, like the guys who invented graham crackers and corn flakes, who claimed jacking off was a form of self-abuse that would send you to hell.

I knew all of that was bullshit, but even putting that aside, I remembered how Hunter had known I’d jerked off in the bathroom. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I held off till Hunter wasn’t home. When I did jack off again, I found myself imagining him and his buds— thinking of their bodies, their techniques, and how they might’ve looked when they nutted— which in turn made me cum too.

That’s what made me finally take these guys up on their offers and join them for a sesh. True to form, Hunter acted totally cool about it, but my nerves were still on edge. I felt like I had no idea what to expect.

 

[briacon429]

The next thing I knew, Hunter and I were heading for Kyle’s apartment. Hunter had clearly made this trip many times, since he knew exactly where to park, how to get into the building, and so on.

Kyle answered the door in a tank top and athletic shorts. “Hey guys,” he said as he let us inside.

“Hey bro,” Hunter said as he gave him another fist bump. Then Kyle turned to me, and I gave him a fist bump of my own.

I couldn’t help noticing Kyle’s hair was wet, and he smelled like body wash, so I assumed he’d just gotten out of the shower. He’d covered his couch in towels, and I didn’t need to ask why.

“Make yourself at home,” Kyle said. “You can throw your clothes wherever.”

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said as he pulled off his shirt.

Kyle took off his shirt too. Then he slid down his shorts and his underwear in a single move, and his cock and balls came bouncing out.

I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but I figured I should follow their lead. So I started getting undressed myself.

By this point Hunter and Kyle were totally naked, with their semi-hard cocks on full display, and it just took me a few seconds to join them. Hunter and Kyle were still acting like it was no big deal: they tossed their clothes against the back wall, and the three of us sat on Kyle’s couch.

“Wow,” Kyle said as he looked at my cock. “That’s a helluva dong….”

“Well,” I said, “yours isn’t exactly tiny either.”

“For the record,” Hunter said, “it’s not like size is the be-all-and-all. The bigger issue is how you use it.” Then he wrapped his hand around his dick, and he gave it a good shake.

“Here,” Kyle asked, and he offered us a jar of Albolene.

“Thanks,” Hunter said as he stuck his hand in the jar. He took a little bit of Albolene, then rubbed it on his cock.

“I’m good,” I said. “I don’t use lube to beat off.”

“You’ll want to, trust me,” Hunter said. “We’re not just doing a five-minute wank. We’re gonna be edging for a while, and you don’t wanna make yourself sore.”

I licked my lips, then followed his lead and lubed myself up. Then I leaned back on the couch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kyle asked.

I had to admit he was right. “Yeah….”

“I’ve sworn by this stuff for years,” Kyle said. “My sister kept wondering why she’d go through so much makeup remover.”

“You should’ve told her,” Hunter said.

“Ha!” Kyle said. “What she didn’t know, didn’t hurt her.”

By now all three of us were working our cocks. Hunter and Kyle were both going slow, or at least slower than I usually go, so I followed their lead. Sure enough, it seemed totally natural, like we were just typical guys doing what guys do.

The couch was L-shaped, so Hunter and Kyle had clear views of one another. They openly stared at each other’s cocks, though they also threw a few glances at me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just looked down and focused on my own junk.

After a few minutes, Kyle cleared his throat. “Want me to give you a hand?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, but then I noticed he was reaching toward my dick. “O-okay….”

Kyle wrapped his left hand around my rod, and he started pumping up and down. For the first few seconds, he kept his right hand on his own cock, but then he reached it over to me, and he started playing with my balls.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say.

“You like that?” he asked.

I didn’t want to say yes, but I also didn’t want to lie. I just let out a sigh, which pretty much answered the question. Then I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

Kyle ran his right hand up and down my taint, then along either side of my ballsack. All the while, his left hand was sliding up and down my shaft. He clearly knew what he was doing, though I figured I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Fuck,” Hunter said, and I opened my eyes to see him move closer to us. He sat on the coffee table, directly across from Kyle, and he started stroking Kyle’s cock.

Now I was the only one without a dick in my hands. I was tempted to reach over to Hunter, but I didn’t. I just sat there and let Kyle pleasure me.

Kyle kept working my junk for another minute or two. Then he took his right hand and reached for Hunter’s dong, while keeping his right hand on mine. Kyle looked in Hunter’s eyes, apparently wanting to see how he’d respond. Then Kyle rubbed his palm across Hunter’s cockhead, and he ran his fingers to the base of Hunter’s shaft.

“Aw shit,” Hunter said as he threw his head back. Then he tightened his grip on Kyle’s dick, and he sped up his rhythm.

This went on for quite a while. It seemed like the only sound in the room was from our greased-up hands on our cocks. But I did feel a little guilty, since Kyle was still jerking me off, yet I wasn’t returning the favor.

Eventually I reached for Kyle’s crotch. Hunter took his hand off Kyle’s dick and let me take over. I touched Kyle’s rod, gently at first, then started sliding my hand up and down.

Kyle looked in my eyes. “You know what to do,” he said.

I tried to think of what felt good to me, and I did that to Kyle. I brought my other hand to him, and ran my fingers along his ballsack. Kyle’s cock and balls definitely felt different from mine: his shaft curved upward, and he had a pretty big mushroom head, at least compared to what I was used to.

“That’s right,” Kyle said. He took his right hand off Hunter’s dick, and he went back to playing with my balls.

“Fuck,” Hunter said as he stroked himself some more. By now he was leaking pre-cum, hard as hell, as he watched me and Kyle.

I adjusted my position so Kyle and I were facing each other. I spread my legs to give Kyle easy access, and Kyle responded in kind. Hunter couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sight, and he kept pounding his pud harder and harder.

Kyle and I kept going for another few minutes, till he waved for me to stop. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he whispered.

I took my hands off Kyle’s package, and I looked over at Hunter. The room fell silent for a moment or two, but then Hunter moved toward me, and his boner swung back and forth in front of me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next: I reached over and started working his cock and balls.

Hunter’s dick felt totally different from Kyle’s. His cockhead was narrow, though he had an especially thick vein on the base of his shaft. Hunter let out a moan as I stroked him, and then he reached over and started stroking me.

The reality of it was still sinking in. My roommate and I were masturbating each other, and it felt really fucking good. And now that we’d crossed that line, with our living situation, we could do this whenever we wanted.

“See?” Hunter said. “You’re a natural.”

“You like that?” I asked.

“You know I do,” he said, then let out another moan.

Kyle just watched us for a minute or two, then went back to playing with himself. That was right around the time when I started to get close, so I made Hunter stop, and he turned back to Kyle. Now it was my turn to watch the two of them go at it.

This cycle repeated itself for a while: each time one of us started to get close, we’d take a quick break. But the longer this went on, the more it felt like I was about to bust, so our breaks started getting more and more frequent. The other two were clearly more experienced at how to keep their edge going, but even they had to take plenty of breaks too.

The Albolene stayed surprisingly greasy no matter how long we kept going. It did help that all three of us were leaking lots of pre-cum, which kept our dicks nice and wet.

“Damn,” Kyle eventually said, “I’m gonna shoot the biggest fucking load….”

“How many days do you have saved up?” Hunter asked.

“Three….”

“That’s a long time for you!”

“Well yeah,” Kyle said. “I didn’t wanna disappoint your bud.”

Hunter looked over at me. “How about you?” he asked. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yeah,” I said without thinking.

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said, “let’s do it.”

I assumed we were each going to get ourselves off, but then Kyle started stroking my cock, and Hunter started stroking Kyle’s. I figured I should follow suit, so I started stroking Hunter.

Hunter’s chest started heaving a few seconds later. “Fuck,” he said, “I’m gonna bust.” I felt his dick shudder, he yelped, and a rope came blasting out of him.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. I could feel the pleasure welling up in my body as Kyle kept stroking my cock. Then I felt myself go past the point of no return. “Oh God,” I said, and then I busted my nut.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It was way more powerful than what I was used to: I lost control of my body, and waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Kyle said as my cum splattered over his arms and hands. Hunter didn’t miss a beat as he kept jerking Kyle off.

I was still trying to catch my breath, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I could tell Kyle was close too, and I couldn’t wait to see him get off.

By now Kyle was breathing deep, his toes were curling, and he was thrusting up against Hunter’s hand. “Oh shit….”

“Go for it,” Hunter said.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Kyle said, and just then, his body went into spasms. Cum started spraying every which way, some on my chest, some on Hunter’s hand, some on Kyle’s abs, and some on the towels beneath him. As he’d promised, it was a helluva load, and his dick kept shooting rope after rope.

“Damn dude!” Hunter said.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said as the last few globs dribbled out of his dick. Then he let out a loud sigh, and he fell back on the couch.

The three of us just sat there at first, catching our breaths and letting our bodies relax. I could feel a drop of cum running down my body, but I didn’t bother to wipe it up.

Finally Hunter cleared his throat. “See,” he said to me, “isn’t this better than a wank in the bathroom?”

I just laughed. “I mean, that’s one way to put it….”

“And just think,” Kyle said, “you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”

 

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The next thing I knew, Hunter and I were heading for Kyle’s apartment. Hunter had clearly made this trip many times, since he knew exactly where to park, how to get into the building, and so on.

Kyle answered the door in a tank top and athletic shorts. “Hey guys,” he said as he let us inside.

“Hey bro,” Hunter said as he gave him another fist bump. Then Kyle turned to me, and I gave him a fist bump of my own.

I couldn’t help noticing Kyle’s hair was wet, and he smelled like body wash, so I assumed he’d just gotten out of the shower. He’d covered his couch in towels, and I didn’t need to ask why.

“Make yourself at home,” Kyle said. “You can throw your clothes wherever.”

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said as he pulled off his shirt.

Kyle took off his shirt too. Then he slid down his shorts and his underwear in a single move, and his cock and balls came bouncing out.

I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but I figured I should follow their lead. So I started getting undressed myself.

By this point Hunter and Kyle were totally naked, with their semi-hard cocks on full display, and it just took me a few seconds to join them. Hunter and Kyle were still acting like it was no big deal: they tossed their clothes against the back wall, and the three of us sat on Kyle’s couch.

“Wow,” Kyle said as he looked at my cock. “That’s a helluva dong….”

“Well,” I said, “yours isn’t exactly tiny either.”

“For the record,” Hunter said, “it’s not like size is the be-all-and-all. The bigger issue is how you use it.” Then he wrapped his hand around his dick, and he gave it a good shake.

“Here,” Kyle asked, and he offered us a jar of Albolene.

“Thanks,” Hunter said as he stuck his hand in the jar. He took a little bit of Albolene, then rubbed it on his cock.

“I’m good,” I said. “I don’t use lube to beat off.”

“You’ll want to, trust me,” Hunter said. “We’re not just doing a five-minute wank. We’re gonna be edging for a while, and you don’t wanna make yourself sore.”

I licked my lips, then followed his lead and lubed myself up. Then I leaned back on the couch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kyle asked.

I had to admit he was right. “Yeah….”

“I’ve sworn by this stuff for years,” Kyle said. “My sister kept wondering why she’d go through so much makeup remover.”

“You should’ve told her,” Hunter said.

“Ha!” Kyle said. “What she didn’t know, didn’t hurt her.”

By now all three of us were working our cocks. Hunter and Kyle were both going slow, or at least slower than I usually go, so I followed their lead. Sure enough, it seemed totally natural, like we were just typical guys doing what guys do.

The couch was L-shaped, so Hunter and Kyle had clear views of one another. They openly stared at each other’s cocks, though they also threw a few glances at me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just looked down and focused on my own junk.

After a few minutes, Kyle cleared his throat. “Want me to give you a hand?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, but then I noticed he was reaching toward my dick. “O-okay….”

Kyle wrapped his left hand around my rod, and he started pumping up and down. For the first few seconds, he kept his right hand on his own cock, but then he reached it over to me, and he started playing with my balls.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say.

“You like that?” he asked.

I didn’t want to say yes, but I also didn’t want to lie. I just let out a sigh, which pretty much answered the question. Then I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

Kyle ran his right hand up and down my taint, then along either side of my ballsack. All the while, his left hand was sliding up and down my shaft. He clearly knew what he was doing, though I figured I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Fuck,” Hunter said, and I opened my eyes to see him move closer to us. He sat on the coffee table, directly across from Kyle, and he started stroking Kyle’s cock.

Now I was the only one without a dick in my hands. I was tempted to reach over to Hunter, but I didn’t. I just sat there and let Kyle pleasure me.

Kyle kept working my junk for another minute or two. Then he took his right hand and reached for Hunter’s dong, while keeping his right hand on mine. Kyle looked in Hunter’s eyes, apparently wanting to see how he’d respond. Then Kyle rubbed his palm across Hunter’s cockhead, and he ran his fingers to the base of Hunter’s shaft.

“Aw shit,” Hunter said as he threw his head back. Then he tightened his grip on Kyle’s dick, and he sped up his rhythm.

This went on for quite a while. It seemed like the only sound in the room was from our greased-up hands on our cocks. But I did feel a little guilty, since Kyle was still jerking me off, yet I wasn’t returning the favor.

Eventually I reached for Kyle’s crotch. Hunter took his hand off Kyle’s dick and let me take over. I touched Kyle’s rod, gently at first, then started sliding my hand up and down.

Kyle looked in my eyes. “You know what to do,” he said.

I tried to think of what felt good to me, and I did that to Kyle. I brought my other hand to him, and ran my fingers along his ballsack. Kyle’s cock and balls definitely felt different from mine: his shaft curved upward, and he had a pretty big mushroom head, at least compared to what I was used to.

“That’s right,” Kyle said. He took his right hand off Hunter’s dick, and he went back to playing with my balls.

“Fuck,” Hunter said as he stroked himself some more. By now he was leaking pre-cum, hard as hell, as he watched me and Kyle.

I adjusted my position so Kyle and I were facing each other. I spread my legs to give Kyle easy access, and Kyle responded in kind. Hunter couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sight, and he kept pounding his pud harder and harder.

Kyle and I kept going for another few minutes, till he waved for me to stop. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he whispered.

I took my hands off Kyle’s package, and I looked over at Hunter. The room fell silent for a moment or two, but then Hunter moved toward me, and his boner swung back and forth in front of me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next: I reached over and started working his cock and balls.

Hunter’s dick felt totally different from Kyle’s. His cockhead was narrow, though he had an especially thick vein on the base of his shaft. Hunter let out a moan as I stroked him, and then he reached over and started stroking me.

The reality of it was still sinking in. My roommate and I were masturbating each other, and it felt really fucking good. And now that we’d crossed that line, with our living situation, we could do this whenever we wanted.

“See?” Hunter said. “You’re a natural.”

“You like that?” I asked.

“You know I do,” he said, then let out another moan.

Kyle just watched us for a minute or two, then went back to playing with himself. That was right around the time when I started to get close, so I made Hunter stop, and he turned back to Kyle. Now it was my turn to watch the two of them go at it.

This cycle repeated itself for a while: each time one of us started to get close, we’d take a quick break. But the longer this went on, the more it felt like I was about to bust, so our breaks started getting more and more frequent. The other two were clearly more experienced at how to keep their edge going, but even they had to take plenty of breaks too.

The Albolene stayed surprisingly greasy no matter how long we kept going. It did help that all three of us were leaking lots of pre-cum, which kept our dicks nice and wet.

“Damn,” Kyle eventually said, “I’m gonna shoot the biggest fucking load….”

“How many days do you have saved up?” Hunter asked.

“Three….”

“That’s a long time for you!”

“Well yeah,” Kyle said. “I didn’t wanna disappoint your bud.”

Hunter looked over at me. “How about you?” he asked. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yeah,” I said without thinking.

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said, “let’s do it.”

I assumed we were each going to get ourselves off, but then Kyle started stroking my cock, and Hunter started stroking Kyle’s. I figured I should follow suit, so I started stroking Hunter.

Hunter’s chest started heaving a few seconds later. “Fuck,” he said, “I’m gonna bust.” I felt his dick shudder, he yelped, and a rope came blasting out of him.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. I could feel the pleasure welling up in my body as Kyle kept stroking my cock. Then I felt myself go past the point of no return. “Oh God,” I said, and then I busted my nut.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It was way more powerful than what I was used to: I lost control of my body, and waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Kyle said as my cum splattered over his arms and hands. Hunter didn’t miss a beat as he kept jerking Kyle off.

I was still trying to catch my breath, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I could tell Kyle was close too, and I couldn’t wait to see him get off.

By now Kyle was breathing deep, his toes were curling, and he was thrusting up against Hunter’s hand. “Oh shit….”

“Go for it,” Hunter said.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Kyle said, and just then, his body went into spasms. Cum started spraying every which way, some on my chest, some on Hunter’s hand, some on Kyle’s abs, and some on the towels beneath him. As he’d promised, it was a helluva load, and his dick kept shooting rope after rope.

“Damn dude!” Hunter said.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said as the last few globs dribbled out of his dick. Then he let out a loud sigh, and he fell back on the couch.

The three of us just sat there at first, catching our breaths and letting our bodies relax. I could feel a drop of cum running down my body, but I didn’t bother to wipe it up.

Finally Hunter cleared his throat. “See,” he said to me, “isn’t this better than a wank in the bathroom?”

I just laughed. “I mean, that’s one way to put it….”

“And just think,” Kyle said, “you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”

Wow, great story and good writing! I loved it. I could totally picture it as it was happening and wanted to join in.

 

[jared]

When I moved in with Hunter, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the issue of masturbation would come up pretty soon. But it didn’t happen the way I expected.

I was making my morning coffee, on my second day in the apartment, when Hunter stepped into the kitchen. “By the way,” he said, “I’ve got a bate bud coming over tonight.”

He said it so casually that his words didn’t fully register. But then I froze. “A what?” I asked.

“He’ll be here at six.”

“Wait a minute. Who’s this?”

“Kyle. One of my bate buds.”

I blinked. “Y-you mean… a guy you jack off with?”

“Yep.” Hunter said it like it was no big deal.

“I-I didn’t know you had bate buds—”

“I mean,” he said, “now you know.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I felt painfully awkward as I fiddled with the coffee maker.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked. “We all beat off. I mean hell, you did it in the bathroom last night.”

I had no idea how Hunter could’ve known that. Had I been too loud? Or had I taken too long in there? Or had he picked up on it some other way?

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Hunter said. “It’s a totally normal thing to do. Not to mention healthy.”

“Well—”

“I’m not gonna hide what I do, and you shouldn’t either.”

“I mean….” I was still trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. “H-how long have you been doing this? With these buddies I mean.”

Hunter clucked his tongue. “How do you think I learned to jack off?”

“O-okay….” I took a deep breath. “Did Alyssa know about this?” Alyssa was his ex, and he’d broken up with her just a few weeks before.

“Yeah she did,” Hunter said. “She liked to watch. Especially when my fraternity brothers were in town: she’d make us beat off in front of her.”

That gave me a helluva mental picture. I’d heard stories of fraternities having circle jerks and whatnot, but I’d never known anyone who actually copped to doing it. “I just… I just never knew this was a thing for you….”

“Lemme put it this way,” he said. “I’ve never met a guy who didn’t love jacking off. I’m just open about it, that’s all.”

I chewed my lip. I guess I’d never thought of it that way.

“Anyway, like I said, Kyle’s coming at six. You can join us if you want.”

“I-I’m good,” was all I could say.

I tried to act like it was a normal day, so I headed off to work and went through the motions as best I could. But I couldn’t shake the thought of Hunter openly bashing his bishop, especially since he’d practically invited me to join him. And I knew the issue wouldn’t go away anytime soon, considering the lease we’d signed on our apartment.

I’d just left work, and was staring at my watch, when six o’clock rolled around. I found myself chewing my lip, knowing that was when Hunter would be beating off with this Kyle. I particularly wanted to know where they were at that moment: were they retreating to the bedroom, or were they just jacking off on the couch? I also wondered if they stayed fully clothed and just whipped out their cocks, or if they got fully naked. Were they keeping their hands to themselves, or were they helping each other out? Question after question kept coursing through my mind.

I ended up grabbing dinner, and I took my sweet time eating it. I assumed everything would be over by the time I got back to the apartment, or at least so I hoped.

When I did get home, I was surprised to find this Kyle guy on our balcony, with Hunter right beside him. They were both sitting shirtless, sharing a joint, acting like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh hey,” Hunter said.

“Hey,” I said as casually as I could.

“You can probably guess who this is,” Hunter said. “Kyle, Chris.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook Kyle’s hand. Then, a second later, I remembered where that hand had just been. Wrapped around his dick… or maybe around Hunter’s dick?

Kyle didn’t bat an eye as he took a drag off his joint. “So you moved in with this fucker?”

“W-well yeah,” I said.

“Did you know what you were getting yourself into?”

“I-I mean—”

“I’m just messing with you. Hunter’s awesome.” Then he took another puff. “Where were you living before?”

“I-I used to live in University Heights….”

“That’s cool,” he said. “I work near there, in Hillcrest. Have you ever been to Thaxter’s?”

“That’s a bar, right?”

“Yep,” Kyle said, then he offered me the joint.

“I’m good,” I said.

“Okay,” Kyle said as he passed the joint to Hunter. “You should come have a drink sometime. Come to think of it, Hunter, you’re overdue there yourself.”

“Well,” Hunter said as he spit out a mouthful of smoke, “it was kinda hard when I was with Alyssa.”

“Ha!” Kyle said. “You could always find time for a bate sesh, but not for a drink?”

I blinked. I still couldn’t believe they were so chill about beating off together.

“That’s different,” Hunter was saying.

“If you say so,” Kyle replied.

“So,” I said, “how long have you been doing this?”

“You mean bating together?” Kyle asked.

“I-I mean yeah….”

“I guess technically since Scott and Chad’s wedding,” Kyle said.

“Ha!” Hunter said. “That was fucking epic… except we never actually bated that night. And I was just in town for the weekend. We didn’t make it a regular thing till I moved here a year later.”

“A year?” Kyle asked. “I thought you moved here right after that.”

“No, that was Travis. I was still in my senior year of college.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “H-how many guys do you do this with?”

“Oh I dunno,” Kyle said. “Our core group is probably five or six. But the bator community is huge, if that’s what you mean.”

I was still trying to wrap my mind around all this. “The bator community? Is that what you call it?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “What else would we call it?”

“I-I….” My voice trailed off. Then I swallowed. “This is all new to me….”

“You wanna join us sometime?”

I hadn’t forgotten how Hunter had made the same offer. “Oh I dunno,” I said. “If this is your guys’s thing—”

“Naw man, the more the merrier.” Kyle took back the joint, and he finished it off. “We’d already talked about hanging at my place next week.”

I still didn’t know what to say. These guys made it sound like they were just going to watch a game or something.

“Anyway, no pressure,” Kyle said. “I gotta get going. Where’s my shirt?” Then he stood up and headed for the living room.

I just stood there for a minute, trying to process it all. I had to admit that this talk of jerking off did get me hard. Not to mention Kyle seemed cool, and he clearly got along with Hunter. But the whole idea still messed with my head.

Hunter and Kyle found their shirts and put them back on. “All right,” Kyle said to Hunter. “Thanks again. This was awesome, as always.” Then Kyle bumped fists with both of us, and he headed out.

I just stood there for a minute. “Wow,” was all I could say.

Hunter clucked his tongue. “Is that a lube bottle in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“What?” I asked, but then I realized I was visibly tenting. “Oh shit—”

“Ha!” Hunter said. He managed to stifle a laugh for a moment, but then he started cackling.

“That’s not funny.”

“Yeah it is,” he said between laughs, “but it’s all good. If you need to get yourself off, fucking go for it dude.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just gritted my teeth.

I spent the next few hours trying to get my mind off what I’d just heard. I did my best to go through my evening routine, but I couldn’t shake the thought of what Hunter and Kyle had said.

When Hunter eventually went to bed, I got on my laptop and started exploring some more. I particularly wanted to know about these “bator” people they’d mentioned. It didn’t take me long to find a website called Vitruvian Men, which had a big discussion forum about it. Then I found a bunch of other sites that talked about it too.

I’d always thought of masturbation as something you do when you just need to get off; at most, it might make for fun foreplay or something. But these guys took it way more seriously than that. Some of them even called themselves “solosexuals” like it was their favorite way to get off. A lot of them used these websites to share techniques and experiences. More still posted ads for jerk sessions, either on cam or in real life.

Along the way, I kept hearing about a site called Bateworld; I tried going on it, but it asked for a login, so at first I didn’t bother. Even so, a lot of guys talked about it like it was their Facebook. Like a social network for masturbators.

Eventually I got intrigued enough that I bit the bullet, created a login, and got into the site— and sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. Not only did it let you friend people you liked, and it let you chat and DM, but it was full of even more discussion threads and blog posts. Not to mention how a lot of guys posted pics and videos, which were a helluva sight to behold.

Part of me wanted to beat off to this stuff, but the whole idea still made me self-conscious. I couldn’t help thinking of how a lot of my friends had made fun of jacking off; hell, back in the day, they’d spread urban legends that it would make you go blind, or you’d grow hair on your palms, or you wouldn’t be able to actually have sex. Worse yet, my online searches had introduced me to anti-masturbation crusaders, like the guys who invented graham crackers and corn flakes, who claimed jacking off was a form of self-abuse that would send you to hell.

I knew all of that was bullshit, but even putting that aside, I remembered how Hunter had known I’d jerked off in the bathroom. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I held off till Hunter wasn’t home. When I did jack off again, I found myself imagining him and his buds— thinking of their bodies, their techniques, and how they might’ve looked when they nutted— which in turn made me cum too.

That’s what made me finally take these guys up on their offers and join them for a sesh. True to form, Hunter acted totally cool about it, but my nerves were still on edge. I felt like I had no idea what to expect.

Very cool story ! Love to bate !

 

[jared]

The next thing I knew, Hunter and I were heading for Kyle’s apartment. Hunter had clearly made this trip many times, since he knew exactly where to park, how to get into the building, and so on.

Kyle answered the door in a tank top and athletic shorts. “Hey guys,” he said as he let us inside.

“Hey bro,” Hunter said as he gave him another fist bump. Then Kyle turned to me, and I gave him a fist bump of my own.

I couldn’t help noticing Kyle’s hair was wet, and he smelled like body wash, so I assumed he’d just gotten out of the shower. He’d covered his couch in towels, and I didn’t need to ask why.

“Make yourself at home,” Kyle said. “You can throw your clothes wherever.”

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said as he pulled off his shirt.

Kyle took off his shirt too. Then he slid down his shorts and his underwear in a single move, and his cock and balls came bouncing out.

I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but I figured I should follow their lead. So I started getting undressed myself.

By this point Hunter and Kyle were totally naked, with their semi-hard cocks on full display, and it just took me a few seconds to join them. Hunter and Kyle were still acting like it was no big deal: they tossed their clothes against the back wall, and the three of us sat on Kyle’s couch.

“Wow,” Kyle said as he looked at my cock. “That’s a helluva dong….”

“Well,” I said, “yours isn’t exactly tiny either.”

“For the record,” Hunter said, “it’s not like size is the be-all-and-all. The bigger issue is how you use it.” Then he wrapped his hand around his dick, and he gave it a good shake.

“Here,” Kyle asked, and he offered us a jar of Albolene.

“Thanks,” Hunter said as he stuck his hand in the jar. He took a little bit of Albolene, then rubbed it on his cock.

“I’m good,” I said. “I don’t use lube to beat off.”

“You’ll want to, trust me,” Hunter said. “We’re not just doing a five-minute wank. We’re gonna be edging for a while, and you don’t wanna make yourself sore.”

I licked my lips, then followed his lead and lubed myself up. Then I leaned back on the couch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kyle asked.

I had to admit he was right. “Yeah….”

“I’ve sworn by this stuff for years,” Kyle said. “My sister kept wondering why she’d go through so much makeup remover.”

“You should’ve told her,” Hunter said.

“Ha!” Kyle said. “What she didn’t know, didn’t hurt her.”

By now all three of us were working our cocks. Hunter and Kyle were both going slow, or at least slower than I usually go, so I followed their lead. Sure enough, it seemed totally natural, like we were just typical guys doing what guys do.

The couch was L-shaped, so Hunter and Kyle had clear views of one another. They openly stared at each other’s cocks, though they also threw a few glances at me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just looked down and focused on my own junk.

After a few minutes, Kyle cleared his throat. “Want me to give you a hand?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, but then I noticed he was reaching toward my dick. “O-okay….”

Kyle wrapped his left hand around my rod, and he started pumping up and down. For the first few seconds, he kept his right hand on his own cock, but then he reached it over to me, and he started playing with my balls.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say.

“You like that?” he asked.

I didn’t want to say yes, but I also didn’t want to lie. I just let out a sigh, which pretty much answered the question. Then I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

Kyle ran his right hand up and down my taint, then along either side of my ballsack. All the while, his left hand was sliding up and down my shaft. He clearly knew what he was doing, though I figured I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Fuck,” Hunter said, and I opened my eyes to see him move closer to us. He sat on the coffee table, directly across from Kyle, and he started stroking Kyle’s cock.

Now I was the only one without a dick in my hands. I was tempted to reach over to Hunter, but I didn’t. I just sat there and let Kyle pleasure me.

Kyle kept working my junk for another minute or two. Then he took his right hand and reached for Hunter’s dong, while keeping his right hand on mine. Kyle looked in Hunter’s eyes, apparently wanting to see how he’d respond. Then Kyle rubbed his palm across Hunter’s cockhead, and he ran his fingers to the base of Hunter’s shaft.

“Aw shit,” Hunter said as he threw his head back. Then he tightened his grip on Kyle’s dick, and he sped up his rhythm.

This went on for quite a while. It seemed like the only sound in the room was from our greased-up hands on our cocks. But I did feel a little guilty, since Kyle was still jerking me off, yet I wasn’t returning the favor.

Eventually I reached for Kyle’s crotch. Hunter took his hand off Kyle’s dick and let me take over. I touched Kyle’s rod, gently at first, then started sliding my hand up and down.

Kyle looked in my eyes. “You know what to do,” he said.

I tried to think of what felt good to me, and I did that to Kyle. I brought my other hand to him, and ran my fingers along his ballsack. Kyle’s cock and balls definitely felt different from mine: his shaft curved upward, and he had a pretty big mushroom head, at least compared to what I was used to.

“That’s right,” Kyle said. He took his right hand off Hunter’s dick, and he went back to playing with my balls.

“Fuck,” Hunter said as he stroked himself some more. By now he was leaking pre-cum, hard as hell, as he watched me and Kyle.

I adjusted my position so Kyle and I were facing each other. I spread my legs to give Kyle easy access, and Kyle responded in kind. Hunter couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sight, and he kept pounding his pud harder and harder.

Kyle and I kept going for another few minutes, till he waved for me to stop. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he whispered.

I took my hands off Kyle’s package, and I looked over at Hunter. The room fell silent for a moment or two, but then Hunter moved toward me, and his boner swung back and forth in front of me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next: I reached over and started working his cock and balls.

Hunter’s dick felt totally different from Kyle’s. His cockhead was narrow, though he had an especially thick vein on the base of his shaft. Hunter let out a moan as I stroked him, and then he reached over and started stroking me.

The reality of it was still sinking in. My roommate and I were masturbating each other, and it felt really fucking good. And now that we’d crossed that line, with our living situation, we could do this whenever we wanted.

“See?” Hunter said. “You’re a natural.”

“You like that?” I asked.

“You know I do,” he said, then let out another moan.

Kyle just watched us for a minute or two, then went back to playing with himself. That was right around the time when I started to get close, so I made Hunter stop, and he turned back to Kyle. Now it was my turn to watch the two of them go at it.

This cycle repeated itself for a while: each time one of us started to get close, we’d take a quick break. But the longer this went on, the more it felt like I was about to bust, so our breaks started getting more and more frequent. The other two were clearly more experienced at how to keep their edge going, but even they had to take plenty of breaks too.

The Albolene stayed surprisingly greasy no matter how long we kept going. It did help that all three of us were leaking lots of pre-cum, which kept our dicks nice and wet.

“Damn,” Kyle eventually said, “I’m gonna shoot the biggest fucking load….”

“How many days do you have saved up?” Hunter asked.

“Three….”

“That’s a long time for you!”

“Well yeah,” Kyle said. “I didn’t wanna disappoint your bud.”

Hunter looked over at me. “How about you?” he asked. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yeah,” I said without thinking.

“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said, “let’s do it.”

I assumed we were each going to get ourselves off, but then Kyle started stroking my cock, and Hunter started stroking Kyle’s. I figured I should follow suit, so I started stroking Hunter.

Hunter’s chest started heaving a few seconds later. “Fuck,” he said, “I’m gonna bust.” I felt his dick shudder, he yelped, and a rope came blasting out of him.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. I could feel the pleasure welling up in my body as Kyle kept stroking my cock. Then I felt myself go past the point of no return. “Oh God,” I said, and then I busted my nut.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It was way more powerful than what I was used to: I lost control of my body, and waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Kyle said as my cum splattered over his arms and hands. Hunter didn’t miss a beat as he kept jerking Kyle off.

I was still trying to catch my breath, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight. I could tell Kyle was close too, and I couldn’t wait to see him get off.

By now Kyle was breathing deep, his toes were curling, and he was thrusting up against Hunter’s hand. “Oh shit….”

“Go for it,” Hunter said.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Kyle said, and just then, his body went into spasms. Cum started spraying every which way, some on my chest, some on Hunter’s hand, some on Kyle’s abs, and some on the towels beneath him. As he’d promised, it was a helluva load, and his dick kept shooting rope after rope.

“Damn dude!” Hunter said.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said as the last few globs dribbled out of his dick. Then he let out a loud sigh, and he fell back on the couch.

The three of us just sat there at first, catching our breaths and letting our bodies relax. I could feel a drop of cum running down my body, but I didn’t bother to wipe it up.

Finally Hunter cleared his throat. “See,” he said to me, “isn’t this better than a wank in the bathroom?”

I just laughed. “I mean, that’s one way to put it….”

“And just think,” Kyle said, “you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”

Smokin hot story ! Boned !!

 

[Bl.xcb]

Great story!

 

[NakedBuddy]

Great story, man. I love masturbating with a buddy.

 

[myhard1]

Can't wait for it to continue...I have to go get my abolene now.

 

[StillNotSure]

I've been playing with myself for a while now. Luckily I'm a fast reader.

 

[ThinWhiteDuck]

Wow, great story. I used to masturbate with a friend, started when we were 19 until he got married 8 years later. At the end it was not only masturbation we started to suck each other dicks but well, he decided to marry a woman.

 

[briacon429]

I’ve gotta say, once you’ve made your roommate cum, and once he’s returned the favor, the vibe in your apartment definitely changes. Not that I should’ve been surprised!

Hunter and I stopped caring if we saw each other naked. After all, we’d gotten closeup views of our cocks and balls in action: so if one of us undressed before bed, or if the other got out of the shower and didn’t want to put on a towel, neither one of us batted an eye.

One night Hunter brought home a girl, but he didn’t manage to get in her pants. He didn’t seem overly concerned though: as soon as she was gone, he whipped out his cock, and he took care of his own needs.

It did take time for me to fully get used to this. I was so conditioned to jacking off in secret, it was second nature for me to lock the door behind me, or to wait till I was home alone. Hunter didn’t do any of that, so I found himself walking in on him almost every day. At first I let him do his own thing, but before long, I was joining him on a regular basis. Not to mention the times when Kyle joined us too.

One day the three of us we were lying on the couch, having just finished a sesh, when Kyle cleared his throat. “You know,” he said to me, “now that you’ve gotten your feet wet, we should take you to Fappers.”

“Fappers?” I asked. “What’s that?”

“San Diego Fappers,” Hunter said. “It’s a bate club.”

“A what?”

“They have them in different cities,” Kyle said. He picked up the towel Hunter had laid out, and he started wiping the cum off his abs. “Have you heard of New York Jacks?”

“Not exactly,” I said.

“It’s basically the O.G. bate club,” Kyle said. “All the other clubs are modeled after it. All over the world.”

“Uh huh,” I said. “So what goes on at these clubs?”

Hunter chuckled. “Take a wild guess,” he said as he followed Kyle’s lead and toweled himself off. “They’re getting to be a hot ticket. The last few times we’ve gone, they’ve had least fifty or sixty guys there.”

“A sixty-man orgy?”

“Not exactly an orgy,” Kyle said. “Since it’s specifically a bate party, there’s no sucking or fucking allowed. But yeah, it’s a good-sized crowd, and some places are even bigger. I went to a club in Seattle that had over a hundred show up. And L.A. has gotten so popular that they’re meeting two or three times a week.”

“Holy shit.”

“Like I said,” Hunter said, “guys love jacking off.”

I couldn’t argue with that, and I had to admit I was intrigued. I knew I couldn’t bring myself to go a place like that alone… but if I had a buddy to show me around, well, maybe?

The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of these guys showing me around. At the same time, I still felt pretty nervous: their bate party was that Sunday, and I found myself counting down the days.

“So,” I said the morning of, “should we… I dunno… get a drink before?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Hunter said. “They’re drug- and alcohol-free. Not that they’d turn you away after one drink—”

“I mean—”

“Trust me,” he said, “you’ll be fine sober.”

I tried to tell myself that Hunter would know, and that I should go with his recommendation. But deep down, I was still on pins and needles.

When the time came, Kyle picked us up and drove us to a place near the airport. We parked on a side street, then walked to a divey-looking place called the Cockpit. I was about to go in the main entrance, but Kyle and Hunter guided me to an alley in back. They led me down to a basement door with a call box.

Hunter typed a code into the call box. The door let off a buzz, Hunter pulled it open, and we all stepped inside.

We got to a little reception area. A goateed guy sat behind a desk, and he waved to Hunter and Kyle. “Oh hey,” he said. “Where’ve you been?”

“Working,” Kyle said.

“You should tell Thaxter to give you the time off. Tell him it’s important.”

“Ha!” Kyle said.

The goateed guy turned to Hunter. “What’s your excuse?” he asked.

“I told you I had plans last week,” Hunter said.

“Uh-huh. Where’s your money?”

“Here,” Kyle said as he and Hunter handed the goateed guy some cash. “We’ll cover the newbie.”

“That’s generous of you,” the goateed guy said as he took the money and counted out their change. Then he looked at me. “Have these fools told you the rules?”

“They gave me an overview,” I said.

“Good,” he replied. “The most important ones are the same as at any other bate club: no lips below the hips, and nothing goes inside anybody’s anything.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Touching is okay as long as it’s consensual, so if you want to do it, make sure you ask. Except there’s no touching anyone’s butthole, including your own.”

“Right.”

The goateed guy kept going without missing a beat. “What happens here stays here,” he said, “and that includes who you see here. You’ll need to lock up your phone, since there’s no photography and no recording of any kind.”

I hadn’t been planning to take pictures anyway, so I wasn’t about to object. I just nodded.

“When you’re about to cum,” he said, “make sure you say so. Don’t just moan or whatever. You can shoot on yourself, on the floor, or on covered furniture. Only bust on someone else if they specifically consent, and never near their mouth or their hole. And once you’ve finished, make sure to clean up.”

“O-of course,” was all I could say. The instructions were a lot to process, but I tried not to let that show.

“Most importantly, have fun,” he said, “and let me know if there’s anything we can do.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.

With that, the goateed guy buzzed us into a door, and we stepped into a small locker room. Hunter and Kyle clearly knew the drill, since they each opened a locker and started taking off their clothes. I followed their lead, and the next thing I knew, our cocks, balls, and asses were once again on full display.

“Keep your shoes on,” Kyle said.

“Okay,” I said, and I did as I was told. It felt a little weird to be wearing footwear and nothing else, but here too, I figured Kyle and Hunter knew what they were doing.

Each locker had a key attached to an armband. So once we were ready, we locked up our clothes and put the key around our arms. Then we stepped through another doorway into the main space.

The lighting was pretty dark, so it took a second for my eyes to adjust. I saw a handful of naked guys sitting on a couch, all stroking their cocks. The guys were a range of different shapes, sizes, and body types. Most of them had their eyes locked on each other’s dicks.

I was tempted to sit down, but Kyle motioned for me to follow him. He didn’t say a word as he showed me around. The space was divided into three sections separated by curtains, and each section was outfitted with chairs, beds, and other furniture. There was also a bar area that offered water, snacks, and mouthwash free for the taking, plus a clock so we could keep track of time. Most of those peripheral areas were empty, though I did see a dude in a Padres hat jacking off in a corner. A few feet away was a guy in a cock ring, lubing himself up.

Hunter opted to join the main crowd. He sat down on the couch and started stroking himself. A Black muscle guy was sitting beside him, and I couldn’t help noticing how the two of them kept exchanging glances.

I went to lube myself up, and I grabbed a jar that looked like Albolene at first. Then I realized it was a brown jar with a black lid, labeled “Bator Balm.” I’d never heard that name before, but I rubbed a little on my dick, and sure enough, it felt great— and with that, I started working my cock.

After a minute, I heard a buzzer, and I realized someone else had just been let past the reception desk. I kept my eyes on the locker room, waiting to see who the newcomer might be. I was a little worried that it might be someone I knew, though I kept telling myself that everyone at that club was there for the same reason.

A moment later, a guy walked into the main space. He was naked like the rest of us, except he was wearing a necklace with a crucifix, and I couldn’t help noticing the wedding ring on his hand. At first I waited for someone else to follow him— maybe a husband or something— but no one did.

The other bators didn’t seem to bat an eye. The married guy walked past the main group, then sat with the two in the corner. The two guys gave him a friendly nod, as if they were old buds.

I couldn’t help wondering what that was all about. I would’ve loved to know how many times the married guy had been there, and whether his significant other knew about it. I imagined this dude might be one of those suburban types, with a corporate job and a wife and kids. Yet here he was, masturbating with the rest of us.

For the first few minutes, nobody said a word, at least not that I could hear. Everybody just worked their cocks as they took in the sights.

Then another guy came out of the locker room. He was a White muscle guy, basically like an Abercrombie model: tall and good-looking, with six-pack abs and a big thick cock.

The Black muscle guy went in for the kill. He got up from the couch, made a beeline for the White guy, and took the White guy’s cock in his hands. Then the two of them started making out.

“Bloody brilliant,” another guy said in a lilting British accent.

From where I was sitting, I had a clear view of the White muscle guy’s ass. His glutes were as thick as you’d expect, and they flexed with every movement of his body. He stood there for a minute, then led the Black muscle guy over to a bed. Then both guys laid down and started frotting.

The British guy kept his eyes fixed on the muscle guys. At first he stayed on the couch, but then he got up to get a better view. A redheaded guy followed them, and they both stood over the bed as they jacked off to the muscle guys going at it.

One by one, the rest of the guys started to pair off. One guy started playing with Hunter’s dick, while Kyle started stroking the guy to his left. But nobody seemed interested in playing with me, at least not for the moment.

I walked over to the bed, and I took a position near the British guy. The muscle guys were all over each other, both rock hard as they writhed around on the bed. It seemed like they were about to fuck, though they resisted the urge.

I kept masturbating as I watched the show. Then, after a few minutes, I realized the British guy had inched closer to me. He was still jacking off to the muscle guys, but then he shot me a look, and our eyes met.

The British guy was silent for a moment, but then he looked at my cock and licked his lips. “Can I touch you?” he asked.

I didn’t know how to respond. “I-I… yeah,” I found myself saying.

With that, the British guy put his hand on my cock and started massaging my shaft. I figured I should return the favor, so I reached down and started stroking him too.

“This is my first time here,” I said without thinking.

“No worries mate,” he said. “We’ve all had a first time here.” Then he started pinching my nipples.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

“You like that?”

I looked in his eyes and smiled. He smiled right back, then leaned in to me. The next thing I knew, his lips met mine, and his tongue made his way into my mouth.

So there I was, making out with a guy I’d never met, whose name I didn’t even know, while he worked my cock and I worked his. All while the muscle guys were pleasuring each other in front of of us.

We kept going like that for a while. But we didn’t want to cum too soon, so we alternated jerking and making out.

Eventually the Black muscle guy started moaning, and his body started writhing. The White muscle guy laid flat on the bed and played with the Black guy’s balls. A minute later, the Black guy’s moans hit a crescendo, and his dick started shooting all over the White guy.

The British guy’s lips separated from mine, and I heard him utter the word “fuck.” He aimed his cock toward the muscle guys, and his body went rigid. Then he nutted right on top of the Black guy’s load.

Now the White guy was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said. Then he looked at me. “Are you gonna cum too?”

I wanted to say yes, but I could see the clock from where I was standing, so I knew the party still had a ways to go. “I wanna keep going,” I said.

“I’m close,” the redhead said as he pounded himself faster and faster.

“Then get over here,” the White muscle guy said.

The redhead did as he was told, and he positioned himself above the bed. The White muscle guy looked up at the redhead’s dick, waiting for it to erupt.

I had to force myself to take my hands off my own cock. I just stood there and watched the show.

“I’m cumming!” the redhead gasped, right as his dick exploded. Rope after rope shot onto the White guy, mostly on his chest, but partly on his face.

By now the Black guy was heading for the exit. I saw his ass flex with each step as he stepped through the door to the locker room. Then, without another word, he was gone.

Hunter was standing by the bar and pouring himself a cup of water. I walked up to him, and he shot me a grin. “How do you like it so far?”

“I… I mean it’s a lot….”

“That’s the idea,” Hunter said. “You want a water too?”

“Sure,” I said. The water cooler looked just like the one at my work, and Hunter was acting as casual as one of my co-workers. That did seem a little surreal, considering how many guys were jacking off around us.

“Here you go,” Hunter said as he handed me a water. “I see you’ve gotten a taste of bukkake?”

“Bukkake?”

Hunter pointed to the White muscle guy. “He loves getting cummed on.” Then he gulped down his water. “Sometimes we take bets on how many loads he’ll get.”

“Oh shit,” I said.

“Tonight, I’m guessing it’ll be at least ten,” Hunter said as he tossed his cup in the trash, “but we’ll see!”

By this point a whole bunch more guys had shown up, and they were crowded around the couch. It was a helluva sight to see all their bare butts, cocks, and balls, in even more shapes and sizes than before. At first I didn’t recognize anyone there, but then I saw Kyle; he was fooling around with a skinny dark-haired guy, jerking and making out, and they seemed to be having an awesome time.

I looked back at the guys in the far corner. The married guy had the baseball guy’s dick in one hand, and the cock ring guy’s dick in the other. The other guys were returning the favor: the baseball guy was massaging the married guy’s shaft, while the cock ring guy played with his balls.

I made my way over to them, and the married guy looked up at me. Then he took his hand off the baseball guy’s cock, and he reached for mine.

His wedding ring slid up and down my shaft. I looked in his eyes, and I tried to gauge what was going through his mind. Was he feeling guilty? Or repressed? Or was he just having fun with his significant other’s permission?

“Fuck yeah,” the married guy said as he tightened his grip on my dick. I was about to ask him to ease up, but then it started feeling really good.

The baseball guy’s cock was the only one that wasn’t getting played with. He was hard as a rock, oozing pre cum, and I could tell he was yearning for action. So I reached over and started stroking him too.

The baseball guy adjusted his hat, then closed his eyes and threw his head back. “Oh yeah,” he gasped.

“Don’t cum too fast,” the cock ring guy was saying.

“I won’t,” the baseball guy replied.

I took my free hand and reached for the married guy’s dick. The other guys took their hands off him, so I had his package to myself. I started massaging his cockhead, and he let out a loud sigh. I kept my eyes locked on his, and he stared right back at me. Then he took his left hand off the cock ring guy, and he started playing with my nipples.

The cock ring guy got up from his seat, and he walked toward the couch. The baseball guy followed him, leaving me alone with the married guy.

I ran my free hand up and down his thigh, then traced my fingers along his ballsack. But then he took my hand and guided it up to his chest.

I massaged his pecs for a minute, then leaned in to lick his left nipple. I ran my tongue around his areola, pressed my lips against his skin, and gave him a little nibble. Then I moved to his right and did it all over again.

The married guy tightened his grip again, and I felt a wave of pleasure. I could feel my balls contracting, so I was about to ask him to stop. But before I could, my body shuddered, and I started cumming in his hands. “Oh shit,” I said.

The married guy didn’t bat an eye. “Nice,” he replied with a grin. He kept stroking my cock till it stopped shooting; then he reached over and grabbed some paper towels.

I was a little annoyed with myself, since I’d wanted to hold off cumming as long as I could. I didn’t want to miss out on the rest of the party, so I tried to gauge if I could go another round.

 

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Anyway, I cleaned off my cock while the married guy wiped his hands. Then I took the paper towels and threw them in the trash.

When I got back from the trash can, I saw a tall guy who clearly wanted some action of his own. The married guy seemed happy to oblige: he started caressing the tall guy’s dick, while the tall guy reciprocated.

I just stood there and watched them pleasure each other. Then I noticed another guy next to me; this time it was the skinny guy who’d been playing with Kyle.

“Hey man,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied.

“You need a hand?”

I licked my lips. Even though I’d already cum, I was still hard as hell. “Mm-hm….”

The skinny guy reached for my cock, and I reached for his. He was wearing black socks and shoes, an Apple watch, and nothing else. He had a tightly-cropped beard and a skull tattoo above his left nipple. Most importantly of all, his dick was sticking straight out, clearly yearning for action.

The skinny guy smiled at me as he worked my cockhead. He seemed to know just what to do to make me feel good, and I tried to return the favor. I thought back to what I’d done with Kyle, when I kept thinking of what felt good to me, and I did that to him. The skinny guy responded just how I hoped, letting out gasps of pleasure, while he gave my cock exactly what it needed.

I reached down and played with his balls as I stroked him. I couldn’t help noticing how his shaft got harder in my hand, and I couldn’t help wanting to make him even hornier. He seemed to want the same thing, though he didn’t say a word.

After a minute or two, he stepped closer to me, and our dicks came together. I felt his hard flesh against mine, as he jacked both of us at once.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded. “Fuck yeah….”

“Good,” he replied.

As we frotted, I reached around and put my hands on his butt cheeks. His ass was nice and firm, with just enough hair to give it some texture. He seemed to like my touch, and I could feel his dick swell against mine.

“You wanna sit down?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

We went to a pair of chairs that were facing each other. I sat with my back against the wall, and he sat across from me with his legs open wide. From this angle I had a clear view of not just his cock, but also his ballsack and his taint underneath.

He started massaging my cockhead, and I felt a new wave of pleasure start building. I hoped this meant I could cum a second time, though I wasn't sure how long it would take. The skinny guy didn't seem to care; he just seemed to be enjoying the ride.

From where I was sitting, I could see the rest of the space, and I was vaguely aware of other guys jacking off around us. But to be honest, I wasn't paying attention to the others; I was so focused on the skinny guy that everything else became a blur.

I brought my hand further down to his taint, and I started massaging the back of his ballsack. His cock throbbed in response, and he let out a deep breath. I could tell how hard he was digging it, so I kept going further back— and as I did, he seemed to get hornier and hornier.

“Aw fuck,” he said as his ass cheeks clenched up.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” seemed to be all he could say.

By now, my fingers were right by his hole, ready to make their way inside. But I remembered what the receptionist had said— “nothing goes inside anybody’s anything”— and the last I wanted was to get in trouble. So I kept my fingers out of him, though the tease seemed to get him even more worked up.

“Fuck,” he said as he gripped my cock harder than ever.

I was doing everything I could to make his dick feel incredible. I paid attention to every twitch of his body, every breath he took, and every sound he made; and I responded accordingly.

I pounded his pud faster and faster, and he did the same to me. His moans were soft at first, then got louder and deeper. He seemed to be getting close to the edge, but then he whispered for me to stop: “I don’t wanna cum yet.”

I took my hands off his cock. “You close?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “how about you?”

“I can keep going,” I said.

“Nice,” he said as he went back to working my cock.

I closed my eyes and leaned back. I could hear somebody moaning in the distance— apparently busting a nut of their own— but I couldn’t tell who it was, and I didn’t really care.

After a minute, I opened my eyes and went back to massaging the skinny guy’s taint. He responded just the way I’d hoped, with some more moans of pleasure. Then I put my free hand back on his cock, and he didn’t stop me; and finally, once I was sure the danger was past, I started stroking him again.

We both started leaning into each other, tentatively at first, then closer and closer till our lips met. The next thing I knew, I tasted his tongue as he entered my mouth. He took another break from jerking me off, and he wrapped his arms around me.

I’ve gotta say, making out with him was intense, and he seemed just as into it as I was. Both of us were grunting and gasping, caressing all different parts of each others' bodies.

Eventually our lips came apart, and we went back to beating each other off. We basically followed the same pattern I'd followed with Hunter and Kyle: we’d masturbate for a while, then take a break, make out some more, and repeat. Over and over and over.

It was probably a good thing that I was on my second round; otherwise I don’t think I could’ve lasted. I occasionally heard moans in the background, and I assumed somebody was cumming; then I saw a scramble for paper towels, which basically told me my assumption was right. Even so, I never got distracted, so I stayed totally focused on the skinny guy and his cock.

Finally he checked his watch. “We’ve got ten minutes left,” he said.

I realized we’d been going at it for an hour and a half. Part of me was surprised at how much time had gone by, but then again, time does fly when you’re having fun. “Okay,” I said, “then I’m not gonna hold back anymore.”

“You’re ready to cum?”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” I replied.

He grinned and gripped my shaft again. Then he looked in my eyes as he gave me a few more strokes. I felt my balls start to boil, and I knew it was time.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….”

This orgasm was way more intense than the first. I didn’t shoot as much this time, but it didn’t seem to matter. My load poured onto the skinny guy’s hands, and it started making that squishy sound against his skin.

“Aw shit dude,” I said.

He kept stroking me till he was sure I was finished. “That’s awesome,” he said.

“Fuck yeah….”

He took his hands off my cock, and he switched to pounding his own pud. “Fuck,” he gasped. His eyes started to flutter, and he let out some more moans.

“Yeah,” I said, “fucking go for it.”

He kept going for another few seconds, then let out a grunt. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, just before his load splattered on his pubes. He didn’t shoot long ropes like I usually did, but he shot one glob after another, going on for quite a while, till practically all his pubes were soaked.

I was about to get some paper towels, but then I heard Hunter’s voice in the background. “Oh fuck,” he was saying. I turned around just in time to see Hunter shoot his load all over the White muscle guy.

The tall guy wasn’t far behind. He was standing over the bed as he worked his cock like nobody’s business. Then he yelled “oh shit!” as he went over the edge.

The White muscle guy took the tall guy’s load like a champ. Most of that cum sprayed across the muscle guy’s chest, though some of it hit his chin and his pillow. The muscle guy responded by jerking his own cock, clearly horned up from all the cum on him.

“Bust that nut,” Hunter said.

The muscle guy did as he was told: a second later, his dick unleashed another helping of jizz, which mixed with the other loads all over his body. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he said.

“Fuck,” I said. “How many loads are on there?”

“By my count,” Hunter said, “thirteen.”

I realized I’d only seen five guys cum on him: the Black muscle guy, the British guy, the redhead, the tall guy, and Hunter. The other eight guys must’ve done it while the skinny guy and I were going at it— not that I was complaining. Not to mention how many other guys had been jacking off in there; they must’ve presumably gotten off somewhere else around us. Now the space was mostly empty, with just a few of us spent, satisfied, and catching our breath.

I got some paper towels, handed some of them to the skinny guy, and used the rest to wipe myself off. “That was fucking awesome,” I said.

The skinny guy grinned one more time. “Hell yeah it was,” he said. “I can’t wait till next time.”

“Neither can I,” I replied, though even as I said it, I knew it seemed like the understatement of the year.



To be continued….

 

[Yeehaw123456abc]

Very hot writing

 

[VinoEtVeritas]

Great story, man. I love masturbating with a buddy.

I do, too! I would love to join you for a session but you're a little too far away.

 

[Nicko88]

Wow! Great fucking story! Certainly kept me hard and stroking!

 

[CPHcreeper]

I certainly understand why they should keep the shoes on

 

[Moot]

Hopefully a new post is coming soon

 

[JockFull]

Hope the next chapter drops soon!

 

[Moot]

@briacon429 will there be more?

 

[briacon429]

@briacon429 will there be more?

Yes there will! It’s in the works, I just haven’t finished it yet. So stay tuned!