Bator Dave E2 | I invited my roommate Dave to masturbate with me

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18

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After catching and spying on Dave masturbating the other night, I knew he was a Bator. Only men who truly love pleasuring themselves would have their leg on a desk while stroking like that. 

And all bators love to connect with each other. It’s a fact. I just have to set the right situation up to reel him in.

A little reminder that I live in a big house of 7 students. We started off trying to be this big “family”. Spoiler alert: it’s bullshit. But that meant we all shared our calendars with each other. For what reason exactly? Nothing practical, and nothing ever came from it. 

Except now, I could see when Dave had class and when everyone else did or did not.

I found one small time frame, Wednesday from 2:00-3:00 where Dave doesn’t have class and everyone else is out of the house, including myself normally. I could skip that class - no big deal. I’d do anything for a good bate.

I went home earlier, around 1:30, to set everything up. I laid out a towel on my bed and pulled out my fleshlight, lube, and cock ring. Then I set up my computer in front of me and I chose one of those Corbin Fisher videos where there are also women involved. With a big breath of excitement, I got undressed and started masturbating like I do whenever I have time.

I love my cock. I’m a decent size and god damn it’s just a beautiful penis to play with. It doesn’t take much for me to get stiff as a rock and the rather straight nature of the shaft makes it easy to stroke. My ballsack is always tight and I love how the contrast between my cock and balls make my dick look enormous. I grease myself up well with lube and stroke gently while watching the porno.

I had left my door open on purpose and wasn’t wearing headphones so Dave could hear the porno playing when he got home. The door wasn’t wide open, but it clearly wasn’t closed either.

I check my phone. 1:50. Anytime now.

As I’m pleasuring my cock and working it to its maximum potential (you know, when the veins really start popping out), I hear keys jingle from far away. He’s home. I get nervous but I focus my attention on keeping my cock at its full hardness. I want him to see my rock hard Bator Dong in all its glory. Like it deserves to be seen.

I hear his footsteps approach and stop right outside our doors. I can feel his presence even though I keep my eyes glued onto the porno on my screen. Then I hear him laugh. 

His deep bellowing laugh. The fucking way it vibrates my penis makes me want to edge more.

“Yo bro, are you whacking off?!” he asked.

“Oh shit bro, I didn’t know you were going to be home so early. My bad bro.” I fake some sincerity in my voice.

He still hasn’t entered his own room. The lady on my screen is getting pounded by a gorgeous college hunk and she’s moaning away as she gets drilled mercilessly.

“Dude, I thought you were gay?” Dave asked from his spot outside my door. I suspect he’s peering inside but I don’t want to spoil the moment by looking.

“Porn is porn,” I reply. It’s true, isn’t it?

He still hasn’t entered his own room. He’s going to join me. I can feel it. 

This is the bator bro spirit. Seeing other men polish their poles is addicting and inspiring to watch. We want to share in that pleasure together. Enhance each other’s edge and pleasure. Encourage each other to hold to the sperm until the last possible second then celebrate the huge mess that follows.

We

Are

Bators.

“Pretty hot redhead getting pounded,” I suggest, hoping that works in helping him make up his mind.

“Yeah?”

“Come see.” I gulp. 

It’s now or never.

Dave pushes my open door a bit more and I sit there exposed, naked with my legs spread and my hard dong in the middle.

“Holy shit bro, you’re hung like a horse.”

I love my penis. I’m proud of my penis. His attention is making the blood rush to my cock, keeping it fully engorged. I give my pole a little slap to show him how it waves back and forth before it snaps back to its proud stance.

Dave makes his way over to my bed and peers at my computer screen. The redhead is getting pounded missionary and we see her boobs bouncing up and down behind the man’s broad shoulders.

“Hot damn…” Dave mutters.

“You’ve gotten off today yet?” I say, watching him more than the screen. I can see just a tuft of pit hair showing from his tank top.

“Not yet...” Dave is mesmerized by the screen.

“Come sit man. I’ve got some lube.” I stroke my cock to the look of his face. The man is addicted to porn. He would watch this whole video and touch himself from beginning to end.

“I .. uh..” I can see Dave snap back to reality.

This is new for him, but he’s going to love it. Then he won’t be able to get enough of it. All bators love this.

I scooch over a bit to give him space on the bed to sit and place the lube in between us. Then, I focus my eyes on the screen to give him less pressure. No need to ask again. I made the proposal and his penis will make the right decision for him.

In my periphery I can see him hesitate by hovering over my bed, but he sits down on my towel without any more encouragement. Dave watches the porno, rubbing himself through his shorts while I sit there completely exposed to him. We do this in silence for a bit, watching the video together.

“Do you mind if I….” Dave starts awkwardly.

“Mm,” I grunt without looking at him. Come on Dave. Show me your cock. Let’s bate.

He takes off his shorts and throws them on the floor. Then he lubes up and starts touching himself. Of course, I sneak a quick peek. 

Thick penis. Thick bush. Uncut. Not as long as mine but a lot more thick. He’s going at it backhanded just like I saw the other night when he had his leg on his desk.

I try to keep my eyes on the screen even though my eyes want to drift over his tree trunk sized thighs that are inches away from me. The scene changes in the video to the chick riding the guy.

“Fuckkkk.” Dave lets out a moan and puts his right arm up behind his head. 

Oh fuck yes

I can smell him. A mix of sporty deodorant and being in the sun for too long.

Oh fuck YES!

“Fuckk...” my dick tightens. I almost cum at the stink of his pits wafting over to me. Pure man flavour. Pure fucking testosterone.

“You like that too huh?” Dave chuckles, jerking his cock at the porno.

“Mmm,” I lie, catching another glimpse of how his cock head pops in and out of the foreskin. I can’t take much more. I feel the sperm building inside me and the situation calling for me to cum for my bator bro. I want to show him how I bate, how I edge, how I sperm.

I lube up again, and go at my penis with two hands, creating an endless tunnel of pleasure.

“Damn bro, nice technique!” Dave says.

He really is a Bator. He mirrors my technique, first bringing his left hand down his thick cock and then his right, repeating endlessly.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He looks at me to give me a little nod and smile.

“Like a never ending hole right?” My voice is shaky. I’m teetering on the edge and have to reduce the speed of my stroke. A part of me wants to sperm so badly, and another part of me wants to share this brotherly bonding moment for longer.

“You close man?” His voice is shallow too.

“Mmm” I use all my techniques to keep my load in.

“This might make me bust I think.”

I caught a glimpse of his face. He’s concentrated on the screen with his jaw tight. Eyes narrow. Chest high. Our hands move in unison.

“I’m cumming!” I gasp as I shoot first. I blast onto my stomach.

I LOVE MY COCK! My whole body participates in emptying my balls onto myself.

“Uhh…fuck!!” Dave shoots onto his tank top.

We keep stroking. Real bators don’t stop until the full orgasm potential is reached. We worship our cock until the moment we can’t physically anymore!

I catch another glimpse of his face and it brings me another wave of orgasm. His eyes are glued to the screen and his mouth is in a slight snarl. He’s stroking hard still at the base of his cock, getting every last bit of that orgasm and drooling cum over his fist.

Good Bator.

We start chuckling together as our penises get too sensitive to keep pumping.

“Damn man, that chick is hot. Good find,” he wipes his hand on the towel on my bed. “Send me the link?”

“Yeah sure, man, I didn’t know you were a Bator.”

“What’s a Bator?” he asked, already pulling his shorts back up.