Brad Smithson is the administrator of the BuddyBate website, and author of all BuddyBate fiction. Living close to London, England, Brad has been a member of the UK bator scene for more than 30 years. You can read his posts across the site, and read his published bator stories at BradSmithson.co.uk.
Gary smiled wide, his fist back to slowly and skillfully massage his long erection, “man, look at that cock,” he nodded down to the impressively solid tower of penis rising from my lap, “you tryin’ to tell me that dick of yours ain’t enjoying this?”
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“With their penis tips occasionally brushing against each other they felt the energy rising between them, along with the smell of stale cigarettes from the bearded man, the earthy scent of cologne from Edwin, and the mix of spit, ball sweat and pre juice wafting up from their rubbing. The zesty aroma of the nearby urinals against the wall seemed to fit the smells building between them.”
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“Speaking of which” Lenny said, leaning back and grabbing the zip at the top of his coveralls “we gonna work on these boners or what?” he slid the zip down to his crotch in a swift move, his hairy body revealed from the parting thick cotton material, his swelling manhood falling out as he cupped his flesh and produced it from inside.
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His dick twitched with delight at the sight, the circumcised mass of masculine pleasure a pink and hoggish sausage topped with a pale red bell-shaped end. He imagined holding it, feeling it throbbing up in his grip while he milked it for him, encouraging him with his experienced grip to splash ropes of cream in satisfied release.
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“Tim owns the farm, or his dad does” he said, taking a seat on the thick log opposite me “we passed the house a ways up the road” he said, slowly stroking his length brazenly, his erection already reaching up from his bare thighs as he leaned back on his free hand. “Probably just Tim coming down here with his missus or one of his other buddies. You’ll meet him later tonight”.
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Hushed and deep words were exchanged while Kris strained to hear. The bearded man, handsome and in his late-thirties, dressed in jeans and with a powerful build held within a blue flannel shirt, glanced at the card and up again to meet the eyes of the inquiring man.
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At sixty-two Bill believes he’s got things worked out. After decades of participation in all kinds of sports, he’s seen plenty of dick, but none of them were ever anything like the thick and throbbing uncut member being displayed by young exhibitionist Peter!
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Gary took his place on the couch again and I quickly followed, my eyes taking in the sight of his curved cock in his slowly stroking fist before glancing back to the TV to see the couple licking and sucking, their wetness audible over the slight moans and giggles of their play.
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John perhaps wasn’t prepared for the memories to come flooding back when he entered the derelict rooms of Jizz Manor. With young and naive property agent Dillon discovering the secrets of the old place from the confident and successful businessman, the memory of his first ever visit with his best friend James comes flooding back.
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Successful businessman John returns to his hometown after thirty years and he’s surprised to see the old derelict Jizz Manor still standing, but slowly being lost to time. We follow John as he relives some of his horniest early bator moments, and is inspired into more.
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Tice was soon chasing the older man’s first pump of cum with his own. He watched as a short splash of thick white sperm shot from the older man’s red dome to splat down over the edge of the page. In a flash his own climax engulfed him, the rushing pleasure flooding through every muscle of his tightening body while an initial pump of milky cream shot out to lash at the shaft of the penis on the page, coating the shiny surface of the skin with his wet mess.
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