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.

 

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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.

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.

 

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“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.”