I met Joe in college. We were both in the student government. He was a nice enough guy, liked to talk politics.
We connected even though he was a few years younger than me.
After a few months of being friends, one night I saw him online on Facebook messenger. It was late. I was in the middle of watching porn and horny af. So I messaged him, but didn’t expect much.
I asked him why he was up so late. It was probably 2am. He was working on a paper. He asked me why I was up late, and I matter of factly said I was watching some adult vids. Again, I was horny and feeling bold. Why the hell not just put a line out there.
He bit.
We ended up talking about porn and swapping favorite vids for the next hour.
I told him I was bi. He was cool with it. But was straight, he said.
He was a good lookin guy. 5’10. Dark brown eyes, black hair. Mexican, but very white looking. In shape, very trim with some nice strong biceps. A cute face.
We went on trading porn vids for a couple weeks till I got the courage to invite him to watch in person with me.
He accepted. And we hung out at a hotel room I grabbed. I put on some porn, and we nervously watched together. I put my hand down my pants, and watched the porn on the screen…while seeing out of the corner of my eye that he had an obvious bulge in his basketball shorts.
I ended up whipping out my cock that time. He didn’t. But he still looked at my dick.
This first bate experience led to a bate friendship that lasted two years. We’d meet at my house or a hotel. He’d put on the porn. And we’d both whip out our cocks and stroke together.
Over time he became more and more comfortable. He never let me touch his cock, but poured lubed on it. I touched his leg gently. The tension was so intense. I’d catch him staring at my thick cock. I’d stare right back at his. We’d wave our cocks for each other. Thick hard college dudes proudly showing off our meat.
We’d compare cumshots. We’d moan together. We bonded as bate brothers. It was pure.
Sometimes he’d spray his load all over the sheets and I scoop it up to use as my lube, and taste his sweet load. The sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted, to this day. He had a fantastic, thick 6.5” uncut cock.
A chance conversation on porn opened a world of bate friendship for us. We explored our bodies. We grew together. It was an outlet for both of us.
I was there for him when he had to have an emergency circumcision. I checked in on him while he healed. This is something atypical of most guy friendships — we could be vulnerable and share with each other, unlike most other guys. Penis brought us together. Masturbation.
And we shared a beautiful bate once he was better, showing off his newly cut cock. The head was stunning. And he said the pleasure he felt was unbelievably intense.
Those bates were truly indescribable. We pleasured our cocks simultaneously, not even needing porn to get off. It was the strength of our friendship, men supporting men. We shot so many loads on to my sheets. Hot sperm would spray in bursts from our cocks, blast after blast.
I lost track of the amount of times we jacked off together. It was one of the closest friendships, and certainly the deepest bate connection i ever had.
Until he decided he was done. And our friendship ended. The memories are all that remain.
We connected even though he was a few years younger than me.
After a few months of being friends, one night I saw him online on Facebook messenger. It was late. I was in the middle of watching porn and horny af. So I messaged him, but didn’t expect much.
I asked him why he was up so late. It was probably 2am. He was working on a paper. He asked me why I was up late, and I matter of factly said I was watching some adult vids. Again, I was horny and feeling bold. Why the hell not just put a line out there.
He bit.
We ended up talking about porn and swapping favorite vids for the next hour.
I told him I was bi. He was cool with it. But was straight, he said.
He was a good lookin guy. 5’10. Dark brown eyes, black hair. Mexican, but very white looking. In shape, very trim with some nice strong biceps. A cute face.
We went on trading porn vids for a couple weeks till I got the courage to invite him to watch in person with me.
He accepted. And we hung out at a hotel room I grabbed. I put on some porn, and we nervously watched together. I put my hand down my pants, and watched the porn on the screen…while seeing out of the corner of my eye that he had an obvious bulge in his basketball shorts.
I ended up whipping out my cock that time. He didn’t. But he still looked at my dick.
This first bate experience led to a bate friendship that lasted two years. We’d meet at my house or a hotel. He’d put on the porn. And we’d both whip out our cocks and stroke together.
Over time he became more and more comfortable. He never let me touch his cock, but poured lubed on it. I touched his leg gently. The tension was so intense. I’d catch him staring at my thick cock. I’d stare right back at his. We’d wave our cocks for each other. Thick hard college dudes proudly showing off our meat.
We’d compare cumshots. We’d moan together. We bonded as bate brothers. It was pure.
Sometimes he’d spray his load all over the sheets and I scoop it up to use as my lube, and taste his sweet load. The sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted, to this day. He had a fantastic, thick 6.5” uncut cock.
A chance conversation on porn opened a world of bate friendship for us. We explored our bodies. We grew together. It was an outlet for both of us.
I was there for him when he had to have an emergency circumcision. I checked in on him while he healed. This is something atypical of most guy friendships — we could be vulnerable and share with each other, unlike most other guys. Penis brought us together. Masturbation.
And we shared a beautiful bate once he was better, showing off his newly cut cock. The head was stunning. And he said the pleasure he felt was unbelievably intense.
Those bates were truly indescribable. We pleasured our cocks simultaneously, not even needing porn to get off. It was the strength of our friendship, men supporting men. We shot so many loads on to my sheets. Hot sperm would spray in bursts from our cocks, blast after blast.
I lost track of the amount of times we jacked off together. It was one of the closest friendships, and certainly the deepest bate connection i ever had.
Until he decided he was done. And our friendship ended. The memories are all that remain.
