My Camping Wanks With Chris

Submitted By GaryV

I just finished reading Bateman’s Gully and it’s the best bator story I’ve ever read. Parts of it reminded me so much of camping wanks with my one and only bate mate years ago and I had to write this and send it in.

I’m a 51 year old daily bator, married, only had one wank mate in my life unfortunately.

I met my mate Chris in school and we used to go on a lot of adventures. Camping and fishing were our main hobbies. Growing up in a small town in the south of England there wasn’t much to do but we had a lot of countryside to cover so we were always finding new places to explore. It was mostly farms, woods and other tiny villages around us.

Back then there was no bator scene. Or maybe it’s better to say that this wasn’t even on our radar. We were just going through the motions. We had girlfriends and discovered pussy. I got a job at the supermarket and he worked on a farm nearby. Basically we were just doing all the same things any other 18/19 years old lads do.

Even though we got jobs, discovered drinking and smoking (not too much) and pussy we were still good mates in 1990 and we still made time to hang out together and go fishing.

It was August in 1990 when we wanked together for the first time and I can still remember a lot of it. We were fishing for the weekend at one of our usual spots near the old locks off the canal and Chris was telling me about his new girlfriend and one thing just led to another. It’s funny because even though we never wanked together before it wasn’t a big and surprising thing for us. It was really easy.

He told me about licking her out and giving her a facial and before I knew it our dicks were out of our shorts and we were just having a good wank together.

First time wanking together

Being friends for so long we’d seen each other’s dicks loads of times. Getting changed together and even having pissing contests was common. There wasn’t ever any shyness between us. We never saw each other hard before then but it just felt normal when it happened. We had our cocks out of the leg holes of our shorts and we were just talking and wanking in front of each other like we’d done it a hundred times before.

My cock was a bit smaller than his at 6 inches but it didn’t matter. I know I was interested in what his bigger dick looked like but we didn’t really talk about our erections much, we just kind of carried on talking about girlfriends and rubbing ourselves and maybe made jokes about each other’s dick a couple of times.

We were probably wanking for about ten minutes when he stood up and aimed his cock and started shooting his jizz out. That got me jizzing and I jumped up and joined in with him. We stood almost next to each other and watched each other cum. Our shots just squirted out together like two water pistols and we laughed about it and then that was it we put our dicks away and carried on with our day.

We stayed there for the night and in the morning we had another wank before we started packing up to go home. That was the same thing. We just got our cocks out and talked about pussy for a while and shared fantasies about bringing girlfriends with us camping and fucking them outside. We wanked and watched each other’s cocks and squirted off some more rounds of cum.

The fantasy of bringing girlfriends with us camping never happened but we did have a couple more camping wanks that summer and it was mostly just us playing with our cocks and shooting off our loads together. I don’t think we really did any fishing after that lol

Once that seal was broken it was a regular thing to just get our cocks out and have a good tug together. If we were hanging out and working on his bike or at my house we would find time to have a quick wank. We probably saw each other cum a hundred times in the following year.

Moving on

I don’t regret any of it, except maybe not getting the chance to try wanking each other. It was exciting to have a friend I could share that with, it felt natural and normal for two horny young men to be free with their dicks like that.

I didn’t understand then how much I loved wanking with him or how much I would miss that friendship in later life. You don’t really think about how things will change do you? You kind of just assume you’ll always be mates and you’ll always be hanging out together.

We are still in contact but we’ve both moved on and things have changed a lot. It wasn’t until recently that I really worked out how into wanking I am and how much I would love that kind of friendship again. I have thought about maybe messaging him and seeing if he wants to go camping again some time but other times I think i should just try to find another mate I know is really into it.

Anyway that’s my story. Thanks to Brad for writing Bateman’s Gully and rekindling this memory for me. It was always there and I think about those camping wanks a lot but it was great to be inspired into sending in my own experience. Kind of cathartic to type it out knowing guys will read it 🙂

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Editor’s note: Bateman’s Gully is now available at Amazon, along with 30 other bator stories in the Book of Bate series, with another anthology on the way very soon. Please click here for more information.

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