Bator Dave E1 | Caught my roommate Dave masturbating

Everyone is over the age of 18 in this story.

If you are a hardcore fan, you may recognize this story! This mini series is important to me because it was the first that I posted before JBL blew up and most of you found your way here. I've revamped it, added images, and most importantly, finished it. And of course, I hope it finishes you. Enjoy, and please do leave a like and comment!

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This happened to me during my first year of college, so I was around 19 years old. Instead of living in the dorms like the rest of the freshmen, I decided to rent a room close to campus. I found one house on Craigslist that had 7 rooms - all students. Upstairs, there were 3 girls - they were best friends for about 3 months and then the drama shit hit the fan… we won’t talk about that today. Downstairs were 4 guys, including myself.

First of all, we were slobs and it was a miracle we didn’t have rats or the plague come out of that bottom floor of testosterone. So truly, even if you think that's hot, I don’t recommend it if you have a weak stomach. But anyway, here is my story…

To the left of my room was Josh, who was a stoner and a guitar player. We heard him (and smelled him) more than we saw him. On my right was Dave, which is essentially everything you think of when you picture a white college frat boy. He wears tank tops 24/7 (when he’s not half naked, of course), drinks beer for breakfast, talks about banging chicks, has a bit of a belly despite working out all the time, and will eat a whole steak with no sides. This story is about Dave.

Me, I’m Latino, on the twink side of things, and openly gay. I’m also a Bator. Some of you might know the term Gooner instead. For those who don’t know, that means I love to masturbate. My favourite activity is to get naked, lubed up, and pleasure my cock for hours on end. I also love to share that with other Bators… in person or online. There’s something about pleasuring ourselves together that heightens that connection with penis.

I had just gone to a campus party where I drank a bit too much and was on my way home at around 2 am. Once I got home, I stepped over the empty beer can at the doorway and made my drunken beeline to my room.

The house was mostly dark, but Dave’s door was not fully closed and there was a blue glow coming from the crack. 

It must be his computer.

I tiptoe on the hardwood floor because it can be a noisy motherfucker. I imagine he probably fell asleep watching a movie or something. 

Sure, you might think I’m nosy, or perverted, or both. I don’t give a fuck - I peered into the crack.

He’s sitting in his gaming chair, facing away from the door and me. He has his headphones on and is staring at his computer.

Ah, he’s still gaming.

I was about to move into my room when I heard a familiar click of a bottle lid. I stopped in my tracks and peered through the cracked open door again. I watch Dave squeeze lube into his hand, then he puts his left leg on the desk. His thick hairy leg. His chair creaks as he adjusts his position.

Fuck. He’s bating.

I can’t see much from this angle, but I can tell from the position of his elbow that he’s using a backhanded stroke with his left hand. I start getting hard as I watch his arm go up and down, wondering what it looks like on the other side. With his leg on the table like that, he must have those thick juicy thighs spread out to get at his cock freely.

I can tell without really seeing that he’s not the type to just go jackhammer on his dick. He’s worshipping his penis, twisting methodically as his hand goes up and down his pleasure pole. He’s edging himself slowly, getting himself closer to the point of no return one teasing stroke at a time.

I rubbed myself as I pressed my face against his doorframe, hoping he wouldn't catch me. He won’t. He’s too immersed in playing with himself right now. Completely lost in the pleasure that only a man knows.  With a bit of focus, I can hear the faint sounds of loud moans of the porn from his headphones. 

All that matters to him right now is his porn and his dick.

And his cumshot, of course. Every man thinks about how to get the best high off a nut.

I need to find some way to bate with him. Not tonight. But soon.

His stroke speeds up and I rub myself faster too. His chair starts squeaking more and my heart pounds. 

He’s going to finish.

I can hear Dave huffing with the silence of the house. He’s going fast and hard on his dick now, with a clear intent to sperm. I hear one sigh come out fast and loud, then the foot on the table moves to spread his legs further apart and his toes curl. His head tilts downwards to look at himself ejaculating on himself, just like I would. I cum into my pants, watching his feet flex in the glow of the computer screen.

Dave’s head hits the headrest as he relaxes into his orgasm.

Fuck.

I come to my senses and get into my room. As I take off my wet underwear, I hear Dave come out of his bedroom and go into the bathroom, probably to clean up his jizz.