Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 09:02:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Docking Fun, Adult Friends, 1/1

Docking Fun
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Bill's thick mushroom cock-head throbbed against mine,
a steady drool of pre-cum emerging from his long slit
to lubricate our tips as they touched inside my long
enveloping foreskin. Bill was docking with me, gently
pushing his engorged cock-head rhythmically against
mine, something he'd anticipated eagerly since Fred
had asked him to come with him during his visit to me.

They'd arrived yesterday, and we'd immediately gotten
down to pleasure. Fred and I were in our thirties, and
both uncut. We'd been exchanging videotapes and j/o
calls, and when he'd told me he'd be bringing a cut
friend who was really into foreskins, I'd known it
would be a fun time.
Within minutes, we'd stripped down and were examining
each others' cocks. Bill's cock was about the same
size as ours, between six and seven inches, but his
newborn circumcision had left a thick brown scar two
inches behind the head, which was shorter than mine.
Its big blunt nose came back to a thick unflared rim
giving it the "mushroom" shape. Fred's cock-head was
also shaped differently from mine, and fully covered
by foreskin when limp.
We'd then systematically worked each other to big,
blasting orgasms, relieving our tensions. They were
going to stay with me a week, so there was no hurry to
do it all in one day. We'd had a good night's sleep in
my king-size bed after dinner, and now were
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a hearty breakfast
and shower. Today was docking day. I now studied
Bill's hard cock carefully, noting the slender shaft
that curved slightly upward, and the large
mushroom-shaped glans parted by a long slit in front.
By contrast, Fred's erect shaft was straight, with the
foreskin just covering the rim of his cock-head, not
long enough to dock anyone. Fred's cock was smaller
than mine when limp, although about the same size
erect, and when it swelled the foreskin mostly pulled
back from the glans, which was strawberry-shaped;
narrow nose gradually expanding to a wide, round
ridge. My fully erect shaft was also straight, and I
saw the bulky helmet-shaped glans bulging through the
thick foreskin that completely covered it. Our tips
were different colors, too. Bill's cock-head was
purplish-gray, mine was deep purple, and Fred's was
reddish.
While Bill was fascinated by foreskins, I enjoy
studying cock-heads, covered or bare. I think that the
cock-head is the core of a male's sexuality, and I
find the variety of shapes and sizes interesting. I
like the way the glans expands even more when it's
about to shoot, the way the rim stands out, and the
color often deepens. The pee-hole pouts as the jets
erupt, and the cock-head throbs in your hand, mouth,
or wherever. I especially enjoy docking because it
lets me feel the other guy's cock-head throbbing
against mine as he comes, and I know he's feeling my
throbs too.
Whatever size the cock-head is, you can always get a
guy off by stimulating it. My preference, though, is
for big heads like mine that really fill the hand.
Some guys have small, acorn-shaped heads that are
smaller than the shaft, but they seem to give them as
much pleasure as the big ones. I've noticed most of
the small acorns I've seen are on cut guys, and I
think that removing the head's protective covering by
circumcision makes the head dry out and shrivel up in
some guys.
"I've seen lots of foreskins," said Fred as we sat
facing each other on the big bed, "but not many cover
the head with a hard-on and with overhang in front.
Not many cocks have big helmet heads like yours,
either," he added as he pulled back on my skin, and we
watched my foreskin nipple stretch, uncovering the
blunt dome of my purple glans. My hood would stretch
out so that Bill's wide mushroom would slip into the
end, and I knew that Fred's narrower glans would be
able to slide in right alongside mine.
Now we had to decide who would dock first. "Let's give
it to Bill," suggested Fred, "because he's the
youngest." Bill was 27, and he slid into position
facing me. I'd placed a thick towel under me to catch
the juice we'd inevitably shoot. His thighs slipped
over mine, and our cocks were now tip to tip. His long
slit oozed clear lubricant as he pressed his cock
against mine.
We both leaned back on our arms as Fred shifted his
grip, and grasped my foreskin by the rim, stretching
it out and pulling it beyond the end of my cock-head.
He tugged a bit more, making my hood completely
envelope Bill's glans, giving him a new and exciting
sensation. Fred let my sleeve snap down into the
groove behind Bill's thick mushroom, and clamped it
there with his fist. Bill rotated his hips slightly,
and I felt his hot mushroom tip begin to move inside
my foreskin, stretching the nerve endings and pressing
against the nose of my cock-head.
I pushed my prick forward slightly, knowing I had to
be careful not to move too hard and break the contact.
Bill's glans was seeping a steady stream of pre-cum,
and our tips slid over each other as we moved. He was
staring down, fascinated by the unusual sensations,
and I knew that a lot of his arousal was psychological
because he was inside my foreskin. His balls were
tight against his body, and his tip became rock-hard
with arousal as he continued to press it against mine
inside the fleshy sleeve. He was close to release,
while I yet had a way to go. I was catching up fast,
though.
I was eager for Bill to erupt inside my foreskin,
because then I'd be able to take care of Fred, who was
patiently waiting his turn, caressing Bill's inner
thighs and tickling his ball-hairs to heighten his
excitement. Bill's face was flushed, and his breathing
fast as he approached the point of no return. His
arousal was contagious, though, and I hoped that I
would not be totally caught up in it and carried away
into orgasm when Bill erupted.
I saw that my fleshy hood was beginning to swell with
the pre-cum juice trapped inside, although a few drops
leaked past Fred's tightly encircling fingers that
clamped the end of it around Bill's shaft. Bill was
gasping now, and I felt his hot hard glans push
against mine as he cried out. A heavy throb passed
from his swollen tip into mine, and I felt a heavy
gush of hot juice against the front of my cock-head. A
loud "uhhhh" escaped his lips as he shot. Bill's eyes
were closed, his back arched, and he moaned loudly as
the ecstasy wracked his body and his cock shot another
load into my enveloping flesh.
Bill's cock throbbed again as another rush of sperm
washed over my hot helmet, and I saw my hood bulging
with the liquid. White ooze was leaking from the end,
forced out by the pressure. I saw my foreskin pulse as
Bill's big tip erupted with another heavy gush, adding
to my excitement. I knew that I was seeping a lot of
pre-come, and I now felt my rim engorge in its final
swelling, hoping that I wouldn't come until Bill had
finished.
I had the same sensations I'd felt when I was
"edging," working my way to near orgasm during
masturbation, then stopping to allow my excitement to
subside, a technique I and many other guys used to
prolong our pleasure. My prick was rock-hard, ready to
pop, and I consciously relaxed my muscles to avoid
going over the edge. Bill's prick throbbed again, and
suddenly slipped out of my hood into Fred's waiting
fist.
Fred's experienced fingers clasped the big, pulsing
glans with a rotating stroke to make it spit again,
the hot jet landing on my stomach. Unlike yesterday,
when Bill had dribbled his load, this time he was so
super-excited he was shooting jets. Bill's bulging tip
was covered with thick white liquid, which lubed
Fred's fist as he rotated it around the throbbing
glans to heighten Bill's biological storm. However,
Fred had a surprise for Bill. He pressed the buzzing
end of a vibrator against the front of Bill's
mushroom, making him yelp with the sudden sensation.
The sensations made Bill lift his hips off the bed,
instinctively thrusting his hot, spurting glans
against the source of the heavenly sensations.
The mix of our pre-cum and Bill's jizm oozed from the
end of my long hood onto the towel, as I watched Bill
finish his climax. His cock squirted again, the juice
seeping from between his glans and the vibrator, then
he relaxed as he took a deep breath and whispered
"WOW" before slipping into the post-orgasmic
afterglow. A steady slow dribble of juice seeped from
his slit as he lay back, torpid.
Fred had begun stroking his own swollen prick with his
other hand as Bill came, and I saw him using the first
two fingers of his left hand to delicately pull his
foreskin up over his ridge and back. A drop of clear
fluid filled the slit at the end of his reddish
strawberry glans, and began running down the groove
under the head, spreading under the moving hood to
lubricate it.
Now that Bill was finished, and lying dazed on a
corner of the bed, Fred slipped the foreskin back from
my bulging purple tip. Thick white fluid ran down onto
the towel as Fred's clasping fingers pulled my thick
hood back behind the flaring ridge of my German
helmet. "I really love your cock-head," he said as he
ran one finger over the flaring ridge and down the
groove behind it. I rubbed my index finger in the drop
of liquid seeping from his slit and ran it in little
circles around his hole.
"We'd better lie face to face," he said, "so we're
less likely to pull apart when we come." I lifted
myself and removed the wet towel, spreading another on
the bed. Fred and I then laid down, bare prick-tips
close and oozing pre-cum in anticipation of our
explosions.
As our tips touched, Fred slipped my foreskin forward,
pulling it over my glans until it formed a thick
pucker in front of it. He threaded the slender nose of
his strawberry shaped cock-head into my slack flesh,
and I felt the hot, hard tip press into the underside
of my glans. Because my foreskin had stretched to
cover Bill's wide mushroom, we both knew it would
reach fully around Fred's thick ridge. Fred thrust
gently, and pulled on the end of my foreskin until it
completely covered his rim. It was very slippery
inside, because of lubrication from the residue of
Bill's juice, and pre-come flowing from both our tips.

We both looked down at our pricks. The thick flange of
my cock-head bulged through the top of my foreskin
more than usual because Fred's tip was pushing it up
from underneath as it probed the depths of my foreskin
sac. The nose of his cock-head slid sensually over the
sensitive nerve endings of my gee-string, arousing me
even more. I saw Fred place the thumb of his free hand
on the outline of my ridge and begin flicking it back
and forth, rubbing the foreskin over my engorged
flesh. I was already hot and hard, and this rapid
flicking made my ridge tingle, a powerful sensation
that slowly spread through my entire helmet.
I pressed my finger into the bottom of my foreskin,
catching the hollow under Fred's glans where his
gee-string connected to the head. This was his hot
spot, and Fred groaned as I pressed my fingertip into
his sensitive flesh. His cock-head moved deeper into
my foreskin, making a large bulge underneath. The
sensation of his hot hard male flesh sliding over my
swollen tip was heavenly, a counterpoint to the erotic
rhythm of his thumb massaging my rim through the
foreskin. Now my entire prick was tingling and I knew
I was close. I knew Fred was too, because I felt his
glans swell and harden against mine. Our balls were
tight up against our bodies.
I shifted my grip and squeezed his glans from the
sides, making him gasp as he shuddered. His cock-head
throbbed between my fingers, and I heard him cry out
as hot liquid poured into my foreskin, running up and
around the groove behind my glans, bathing my swollen
ridge. This triggered me, and I felt the pounding
begin in my cock-root as the first hot jet poured into
my urethra. It burned like hot lava as it rushed up
the shaft, and I felt a little tickle as the liquid
rounded the bend up to my opening. Now my first gush
poured from my tip onto Fred's strawberry glans, and I
knew what he was feeling as my sex juice washed over
his hot, sensitive tip.
His glans throbbed as another gush erupted from his
prick, further filling my foreskin with hot sex juice.
I heard myself cry out "
AHHHH" at the powerful thud-thud-thud filling my
cock-root, and I fell into the free-fall of orgasm.
Our pricks throbbed and shot jet after jet, and a
heavy flow of thick white juice began leaking from the
end of my hood, still wrapped around Fred's ridge. I
closed my eyes, helpless in the sweet agony of climax,
as sensations poured through my body, feeling Fred's
body pressed against mine as he groaned mindlessly.
His hot wet strawberry glans throbbed against mine as
we shared another delicious spasm, feeling the juice
spreading between our sensitive tips.
We were both near the ends of our climaxes when our
eyes opened wide and we stared into each other's eyes,
startled by the sudden and sharp increase in
sensitivity in our tips. This often happened to me
during a particularly intense orgasm, when my tip
would get so sensitive that I'd have to stop stroking.
Apparently it also happened to Fred, and we remained
perfectly still for many seconds as our cock-heads
throbbed against each other and the last jets flowed
from our slits. Then he slowly pulled his tip out of
my hood, releasing teaspoons of juice that flowed onto
the towel.
The hardness was beginning to leave our cocks, along
with the super-sensitivity that caused us distress if
we touched the heads. Fred picked up a towel and began
gently dabbing at the white juice on his glans as I
watched. He milked his cock to force the rest of the
cream from his tube, wiping each drop that emerged.
Then he slipped his foreskin forward, and because his
cock was only half-hard now, it went entirely over the
head. He grasped my long hood between two fingers,
slipping it back slowly to reveal the softening glans,
until he had lodged the entire foreskin in a thick
cuff behind my rim.
Great drops of semen and pre-come fell onto the towel
as he peeled my skin back, and he dipped a finger into
it and tasted it with a smile. He bent his head
forward and I felt his tongue on my glans, removing
the tasty juice and working its way between the ring
of foreskin and the ridge. Then he pressed a finger
into the underside of my shaft at the base, squeezing
the residue forward until it emerged in large white
drops from my tear-drop shaped hole. He licked off
every drop as it appeared and returned to licking my
glans and foreskin.
Working his tongue all the way around my rim, he then
began slipping my thick hood forward to cover my
shrinking glans. With my cock-head returning to normal
size, and my foreskin stretched more than it ever had
been, the result was a long wrinkled nipple of skin
that extended an inch beyond the head.
We now felt the sledgehammer effect of the letdown
that comes after climax, and we slumped on the bed,
joining Bill in his daze. As I fell asleep, I was
still unsure whether or not Bill had been awake to
witness our orgasms. However, I was certain that our
docking had been so much fun that we'd soon be doing
it again.

The end