Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 07:39:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Condom Docking, Adult Friends, 1/1

Condom Docking
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Jim's cock was very attractive, a smoothly tapered
white worm that ended in a cute foreskin pucker. I ran
my finger lightly down its length, admiring its
smoothness and symmetry, as Jim squeezed my cock-head
between thumb and forefinger. We were both getting
hard, and eager to enjoy a mutual jack-off.
We'd met through my friend Phil, who was the informal
head of an informal network of guys who enjoyed
jacking off, alone or preferably together. For my
part, the few experiences I'd had with women had shown
me that they don't know how to handle a dick, and I
felt that nothing felt as good on my cock as another
guy's hand. Phil had introduced me to a lot of guys
who thought the same way, and we'd had many happy
orgasms together.
Jim lived about 50 miles away, and I'd driven to his
house one Saturday morning, after we'd spoken on the
phone the previous evening. He'd greeted me with a
warm smile when I'd arrived, and led me inside. Jim
lived in a large house with a huge yard surrounded by
a high wood slat fence offering lots of privacy. He'd
encouraged me to strip down immediately, and we'd gone
swimming in his pool without any concern about being
observed by neighbors.
Jim was about 5'6" compared to my six feet, with a
definitely athletic build, and the blond pubic bush
matched the hair on his head. He was 62, two years
older than I, and we both wore glasses that we'd
removed before going swimming. We lay out in the sun
only long enough to dry ourselves, and then Jim led me
inside to his bedroom, where he set up his camcorder.
Some of us had found it instructive to videotape our
encounters. I, for one, had been surprised to find out
that my typical orgasm lasted longer than I'd thought.

We sat on the queen-size bed facing each other as we
watched our cocks grow. Mine had begun with a big
bulge at the front of its four-inch length and quickly
swelled to six, with the helmet-shaped head still
covered by the overhanging foreskin. Jim's cock was a
surprise package, also about four inches limp but
swelling to well over six when hard, with a big red
mushroom head peeping out of the thin foreskin. At the
end of the glans was a perfectly circular cum-hole
that looked as if it had been drilled.
Phil had warned me that Jim had what he called a
"fire-cracker glans," a very sensitive tip that would
trigger his orgasm if touched directly, and that I
should handle his prick carefully, always keeping the
foreskin between my fingers and the super-sensitive
surface. I stroked Jim's cock gently, holding it
behind the head and jiggling the skin up and down. I
watched the hood's orifice widen as I moved the skin
back over the head, then tighten down again as I
pushed the skin forward to once more cover the glans.
A large drop of pre-cum leaked from the hole, and I
let it flow down between head and foreskin instead of
spreading it over the glans with my fingertip.
Jim was pumping my hood up and down, apparently
fascinated by the ease with which it moved over the
lubricated surface. He seemed to enjoy tugging it back
all the way, making it snap into the deep groove
behind my flaring ridge, then pulling it forward all
the way to form a nipple in front of the head again.
We continued stroking each other, slowing because we
didn't want to blow our loads prematurely, but after
an hour Jim said;
"I've just gotta cum now. I can't stand it any more."
I could see why. His balls were tight against his
body, his cherry red glans felt hard through his
foreskin, and was drooling a steady flow of clear
fluid that had went my encircling fingers. I grabbed a
handful of tissues and skinned his cock back to
prepare it for climax. I rubbed one finger around his
hole in small circles, then traced the deep groove
behind his ridge. Jim was crying out "OH-OH-OH" as my
finger rubbed his tender spots, then I felt his cock
throb as a thick white jet shot from his hole. Jim's
eyes were closed and his head rocked from side to side
as his cock gushed stream after stream of cum into the
wad of tissues I held in front of his spitting hole.
Soon, his prick stopped jetting and the last white
drops oozed slowly from his round cum-hole. I blotted
them from his tip and eased the foreskin back over the
head. After taking a few deep breaths, he said;
"Thanks. That was terrific. Now It's your turn." He
grasped my cock again and resumed pumping my long
thick hood back and forth over my swollen purple tip.
I saw the color of the head darken as sensations built
up inside me. My tip became very tingly and I closed
my eyes as the first heavy throb ejected a stream of
cum from my cock. I felt Jim skin me back and wrap his
other hand around my swollen tip, using the bubbling
cum juice for lubricant as he massaged the nerve
endings. I abandoned myself to the free fall of
orgasm, helpless as my cock throbbed in Jim's hands,
captivated by the delicious agony in my nerve endings.
It was over too soon, and we played back the tape. I
was surprised to see that my orgasm had lasted exactly
45 seconds, from the first drop to the last.
Subjectively, it had seemed much shorter than that.
However, our entire sexual encounter had lasted over
an hour, and Jim got us a couple of beers as we began
to watch it from the beginning.
"Ever think of docking with a guy?" Jim asked. I had
many times, but even with my king-size foreskin, my
cock-head's so big that there wouldn't be room for it
and another guy's glans. Jim seemed to guess what I
was thinking, because he said;
"Tomorrow we'll try docking with a rubber. It's really
nice, and feels a lot like the real thing." The
camcorder had given us a good view of our
manipulations, and I was able to see what Jim had done
to make my prick feel so good while I was handling
his. After about half an hour, I felt my prick stir,
and looked down to see the bulge of the head swell. I
grasped it and began tweaking the foreskin, enjoying
the feeling of a growing erection.
Although I'd cum so recently, my prick felt so good as
it hardened and I began to massage it. I was so turned
on by the whole scene that I needed release again, and
I moved my foreskin back and forth in long strokes,
not trying to prolong it but just to get to orgasm
quickly. Jim watched me, fascinated, and began
tweaking his prick too, making it swell to full size.
Then he began long foreskin strokes, skinning it all
the way back to expose his pink mushroom and moving
the skin forward again to envelop more than half the
head.
"My tip's not as sensitive now that I've cum," he
explained when he noticed me watching his stroking.
"You're closer than I am, though." He was right. I
felt a tingle begin in my glans, which I felt swell
and harden under my foreskin. I stripped it back hard,
baring the dark purple ridge and deep groove behind
it, knowing that the tension on my tightly-stretched
nerve endings would drive me over the edge within
seconds. Jim's face was inches from my prick as he
studied it carefully, watching the taut, shiny surface
replete with nerve endings eager for stimulation. I
pulled back harder on my foreskin, and the gee-string
underneath tightened, pulling the front of the head
towards my tight ball sac. A big drop of clear fluid
filled my teardrop shaped orifice, and I felt a pulse
deep inside my cock-root.
A larger drop oozed from my distended cum-hole, not as
clear as the first, and then another, definitely
milky. I felt a powerful throb deep inside, and a huge
gush of hot liquid came up my tube and poured from my
tip, running down over my glans, shaft, and fingers. I
put a wad of paper tissues below my prick to catch my
cum, which kept pouring from my hole as I groaned in
delight. Jim's eyes were wide, staring at my throbbing
purple glans as it disgorged gush after gush of juice,
and I wondered briefly if he was going to cum along
with me.
I pumped my foreskin a few times to give me more
sensation, bumping my flaring ridge, and watched more
white gushes erupt from my throbbing prick. Now my
cock-head was coated with cum, which had also made my
shaft and hood slippery. The pulses were weaker now,
and I knew it was almost over, but kept stroking my
cock gently to drain every last drop and gain every
last spark of sensation. Finally, I stopped and turned
to Jim, who was still stroking his skin.
"Want me to finish you?" I asked. When he nodded, I
grasped his bared glans in my cum-coated fingers,
twisting them over the sensitive surface. Jim cried
out in joyful agony as the hot sensations poured into
the surface of his tender cock-head, making him
shudder. I rubbed his ridge and the groove behind it,
usually shrouded by foreskin, and let my rough
fingertips make his prick throb in response. Jim
closed his eyes as he began sobbing, overwhelmed by
the intensity of sensations, and I twisted my fingers
on his tender cock-head, making his entire body
shudder as he went into an altered state of
consciousness.
Jim's glans throbbed between my fingers, and a
powerful jet shot up into my palm, dripping back to
lubricate his wet, shiny head. I squeezed his hard tip
and another throb answered me, followed by another
thick string of cum. Jim cried out helplessly as I
massaged his hard cock-tip, and his prick spit at me
again and again, each jet shooting from the perfectly
drilled hole at the end. Finally, he groaned and
relaxed, and I stopped stroking. We were both
exhausted, and ready for sleep.
Next morning, after breakfast, we returned to bed to
try what Jim had mentioned the day before. Jim took a
large size condom from the drawer and cut the end off
it. He slipped it over his cock, backward, so that it
would unroll towards the tip, not the base. Now he
skinned back his hood and unrolled the condom to cover
his cherry red tip. At this point, we were both still
limp, and I grasped my prick in both hands to force
the long foreskin back from my tip. We lay face to
face and I put my cock-head against Jim's, feeling his
tip's warmth as Jim unrolled the rubber over my
flaring glans and down my shaft. I felt a slippery
feeling between our cock-heads and realized that Jim
had oozed some pre-cum, even though we weren't fully
hard yet. Jim thrust his tip against my swelling
glans, and soon I was secreting lube too.
I could see our cocks through the translucent latex,
and saw that Jim's was full-hard, a pink mushroom
pressed tightly against my big purple helmet. Jim
wrapped his fingers around the latex tube and began
working it back and forth between us, tickling our
nerve endings. Now he twisted his fist, giving the
friction a different character that was more
stimulating than the back and forth motion.
We were both very excited, not only from the physical
stimulation but the psychic pumping of sharing the
same experience tip to tip, intimately, feeling each
other's warmth and slipperiness. It didn't take long
for Jim to lose control and pop his load. His eyes
closed and he thrust his tip hard against mine. I felt
it throb, and a split second later a jet of hot fluid
raced down my tube. His hole had been opposite mine,
pressed against it, and he'd shot his load right down
my prick. This unusual sensation triggered my storm,
and I felt my glans tingle and throb as my cock-root
pumped hard. The hot jet that shot up my tube burned,
and pushed his cum right out as it spilled into the
condom between us. Jim's second jet washed over my
straining cock-head, followed by another from me that
bathed his cherry red mushroom with white cum.
The condom was swelling, and we were gasping and
groaning as we filled it to bursting. Our cocks
throbbed and spit, with hot juice swirling around our
sensitive tips. Jim thrust hard at me, and his cock
slid down past mine, stretching the condom until it
split, releasing a torrent of cum all over the sheet.
Jim's fist grasped both our cocks, and I felt his
fingers on my swollen tip, while his cock pressed
lengthwise against mine. His throbs came through into
my cock, and I'm sure he felt mine as we continued to
cum.
Gradually, our throbs grew weaker, until we were still
and the last drops seeped from our softening
cock-heads.

The End