Thank you to all those who bought Book Of Bate Vol. 1, and for all the awesome feedback we’ve had from those who’ve been enjoying it. I know you guys couldn’t wait to get your hands on the second edition in this collection, and now you can!
Book Of Bate Vol. 2 is for bators, guys who love tales of friendly strokes between dudes, with TEN exclusive stories written just for you.
Several of these were previously published via the BuddyBate Patreon, but now that this is no more we’ve brought them together after editing and improving, and while including a brand new story never read by even the Patreon members.
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“Feels okay, right?” Mike asked, his hands hanging beside his hips, watching as Billy explored the warm thickness, marveling at the combination of hard and soft, the silky skin marked by thick veins that throbbed with delight as the penis seemed to swell even more.
“Yeah” Billy said quietly, pulling gently on the penis and lifting his ass from the couch to move to a more comfortable position on the floor, resting on one knee. He felt like he was inspecting the man, lifting his dick and watching as the skin underneath pulled his balls up. He reached out with his other hand, his fingers easing behind the swaying sack, the deep creases of the man’s scrotum puddling away into a clammy bag as he brought his hand forward. The balls hung over his fingers. He was impressed by the weight of them.
FROTTING WITH FATHER-IN-LAW
Danny felt a sense of defiance, looking up into the man’s blue eyes, their youthful appearance offset by the small lines around them, the confident and determined gaze pinning him in place. He’d betrayed the man’s trust, he’d been caught, and now he was perhaps required to repay him with something. He knew he couldn’t flee, if he did he’d never live it down. He and Jennifer were planning to ask for a loan before they left to head back to the city, he was sure whatever happened in this room in the next few minutes would impact that decision.
“I’m not sure it would be appropriate, I mean Jennifer… your daughter…”
Mr. Jameson interrupted again “it’s no big deal, son. To be honest I’m surprised such a sporty young man as yourself hasn’t enjoyed a little shared masturbation with friends already, it’s really far more common than you might think”
He looked down to his own engorged shaft, the shape twitching and bouncing incessantly between them, Danny gazed down too.
“It’s just a couple of guys enjoying what God gave them”
DYLAN’S ONESIE BULGE
“Just seems like we both need this little tub” he said, producing it from behind him again “I’ll just grab me some” he yielded, opening it up.
I thought about trying to snatch it again but I knew he’d swing the open container behind him into the bathroom, just out of spite, and I really didn’t want to clean up that mess at any time of the day or night. I thought it would be pretty comical too, seeing him swagger back to his room with his fingers covered in the creme, eager to get to work.
But Dylan didn’t do that. With the open tub in one hand he reached down with the other and flicked open the last button on his onesie, tugging down the stretchy material and releasing his solid meat into the space between us, positioning the crotch of the material under his balls so they spilled out in their heavy sack, hanging low and full.
“Right lads” Trevor announced, once again the ringmaster of his own horny circus “here’s the rules” he grabbed one of the purple Skittles from the table and held his thick dick still in his left hand, placing it on the end of his cock where his foreskin bunched up behind the fat edge of his helmet “you each have a Skittle on your nob and you’ve gotta knock it off your mates dick with yours without losing your own. Everyone got it?” he looked around the room.
Jake and Max were arguing over what porn clip to click and what they were into, their dicks still hard in their hands while they debated the preferences, orgies or milfs, bukkake or gonzo.
“No hands?” Connor asked, his slightly curved dick pointing upward while he fondled the heavy reddish pink balls below.
“Hands behind ya back” Trevor confirmed, stepping toward Alfie apparently already having picked his opponent.
The rest of us watched as Alfie balanced a red Skittle on the head of his dick, right over the tiny lips of his cum hole. His cock was too hard to put it anywhere else, his penis pointing almost perfectly diagonally upward from where his large plump balls hung. It looked precarious and as Trevor lined up to take his first swipe, his long dick balancing the Skittle on his own tip, he swung in almost slow motion until his dick swiped through the air just millimeters away from the swollen thick member in front of him.
JACKIN’ IT WITH THE BOSS
I was about to make my excuses and leave, turning to my boss with my carefully positioned hand over the engorged shape in my shorts. He’d apparently already prepared, in the moments since taking his seat he’d released his quickly expanding cock from his jeans, his full pink nuts bulging and spilling out over the denim, his thick tool laying across his thigh. It was an impressive piece. I’d seen some good looking dicks in my time but his was a shaft to be jealous of. My own long boner bounced in my shorts and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving for a while. I guess I’d always been a little curious, I liked seeing a good cock in a horny movie, but the thought of actually chilling out with another guy with our dicks out had never really crossed my mind. Now the opportunity had presented itself I was both horny and anxious, a potent mix.
Nervously I stepped around the coffee table, the material of my boxer shorts sliding along my wet helmet and delivering a sharp jolt of intense pleasure as I took my place at the opposite end. I stared at the screen, trying not to glance toward my boss’ cock even though he obviously wasn’t shy about it being on display. It was pointing right at me, the thick head of it staring as it rested on the denim of his thigh. My right hand rested in my lap while my fingers toyed with the hard shape between my legs, wondering whether I should just get my dick out.
“This’ll have to do” he said, grabbing my magazine and starting to walk away.
I complained, of course, “Mate, I was using that!” I laughed, not forgetting that he was still the boss. I should have just kept my mouth shut but he seemed to be in a better mood than he had been.
He paused for a second, then came back “alright” he said, and started undoing his jeans “you ain’t shy are ya?” he asked.
Like I said, I ain’t shy, but I also ain’t gay and I never wanked off with another lad. I reckon it was just good timing, I was too horny and porn was right there. I watched him unbutton his jeans and haul out a fat cock. I looked away for a second and chuckled to myself but my own dick was still raging.
I didn’t do anything for a few moments, just kinda stood there trying not to look at his cock while he started wanking it right there in front of me.
“Mate, don’t just fuckin’ watch me. Get it out” he said, using his cock to point in my direction at the growing bulge in my trackies.
WHERE I’M FROM MEN AREN’T SHY
His heart pounded in his chest for a couple of beats before he stood up, revealing himself to the arriving man in a preemptive maneuver. “Dimitri! Mate! What ya doing?” he said with a laugh, trying desperately to lighten the mood before the guy pounded the crap out of him. Dimitri was a big guy, while Paul could probably stand his ground for a few punches he knew that the dude could do serious damage. The height difference between them was the most obvious thing but while Paul was considered athletic and sporty Dimitri was a powerhouse of muscle no man would want to mess with. Thankfully, Dimitri was relieved to see him.
“Fuck man!” he exclaimed, his Eastern European accent heavy in just those two words, his joggers tenting rudely in front of him as he came to a stop. “It’s just you” he said dismissively.
“Yeah. Again, what ya doing?” Paul smirked, stepping through the short pile of greenery he’d been hiding behind and entering the little clearing. “Why ya rubbing one out in the woods dude?”
He looked up to the man gazing down at him, a pleasant smile on his thin lips. Aaron’s warm hands rested on his arm, gently squeezing. Tim looked over to the couch where Jack leaned over to meet his eyes around Aaron’s lithe form “I think he wants you to carry on” Jack suggested with a wicked smile.
It took a moment for the dots to connect in his mind but once they had a spark of near panic was ignited. “Oh!” he announced, “you mean…” he raised his hand and pointed to his own proud cock, still rigid with delight and desperate for attention. He was conflicted. On the one hand he really needed the relief, but on the other his friend was right there, and this was a man, and he was straight. “I don’t think…” he began.
“Buddy” Jack called out from the couch “trust me, it’s all good”.
CHANGE AT CASTLETOWN STATION
I looked up very briefly, perhaps surprised. I want to say that it was a shock and I didn’t understand what was happening but that would be a lie. Of course I understood. I met his brown eyes for just a second and it was like a packet of information was downloaded immediately.
I knew that he was there to wank off just like I was, inspired by the sight of my cock, and that he enjoyed the notion of having company.
Perhaps it was just the relief, the realization that this man wasn’t a threat to me and he definitely wasn’t a ghost either, but my cock rebounded in a moment and filled up to full fleshy hardness again. It probably took three or four seconds and my erection was solid once more, wagging in the space in front of me.
I stared down at my cock, the veins bulging and throbbing around my shaft, my helmet once again swollen and red with desperation. My folds of foreskin gathered around the ridge of my tip, wet with precum. I slipped my fingers along it, gripping it in my right hand again.
Mike juggled the big mound of fleshy silicone in his hands, a darker color than the light pink of the rest “one of the best ones” he smiled at me, turning the heavy looking shape over and revealing the vagina and anus again “double the fun”. Apart from the bullet hole being screwed up the rest of it was fine. Mike shoved a finger into the holes and held it like a bowling ball.
I was ready to leave with my illicit goods. I knew there was almost nothing left to check out in the factory and I had a few files to collect from the office before I could be on my way, but Mike surprised me.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of small foil packets. I didn’t know what they were at first but he handed one to me and while I was looking at the writing on it I heard a long zipper sound.
He’d handed me a packet of lubricant, one of the company branded kind they drop in with every toy they box up. I looked up again and Mike had unzipped his coveralls in one quick swipe, the green material falling from his bare shoulders and spilling down around his thighs.
He was completely naked from the knees up, his bare hairy chest and abs displayed, his cock pointing upward from his bulging ball sack.
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