Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 18:46:24 +0100 From: Harry Locksley <harry.locksley@telinco.com> Subject: Docker (MM) (bear) The story involves a chance meeting between two bears (hairy men - one exceptionally so) at a truck stop cafe where there is overnight accommodation available. They are both uncut with long foreskins. They indulge in a shared passion for double jackoffs. There is a hint of them meeting up again to indulge in another shared passion: docking (two cocks inside one foreskin). Hope you enjoy it. I'd love to know what readers think of it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ DOCKER Joe Radcliffe I leave the M6 and head for the lorry park, timing my arrival for about 5 o'clock. That's when most truckers finish their day, have a meal, a drink and a chat before cleaning up and turning in for the night. Most sleep overnight in the cabins of their trucks, but a few choose the accommodation above the bar and cafe. It's cheap and basic, but the bed linen is always clean. I often come and stay here if I'm passing through the area in the hope of meeting a lonely trucker who shares my desires - a man who'll share my bunk for an hour or two, better still, all night. I've always been a bit different from other gays. By that I mean I'm 100% orally orientated. Sucking, kissing, nuzzling; they're my specialities. But with the right guy I like to have cock to cock action. I can do it for hours with a guy who's similarly turned on. Trouble is, when a guy sees how big my cock is, he usually wants me to fuck him. I can't say I enjoy that, but I do it if they really demand it. You see, I don't enjoy taking cock, so I'm cagey about doing it to others, in case they want me to take it. A lot of guys I meet just want sex and no commitment - into bed, out again - anonymous shot-gun sex - with hardly a word spoken other than the essentials: fuck me or suck me. I get frustrated with that because, if I like a guy, I want to stay with him - all night, preferably. And, if I like him, I want to go on seeing him. One night stands are definitely out for me. I can enjoy hours of kissing, cuddling, wrestling, nipple play, sucking; but what I really like is prolonged cock on cock contact - especially double jack-offs and docking. Docking is fantastic if you get someone who's really into it!! I enjoy having another guy's cock inside my long foreskin and I like being docked by others if they've got enough overhang to take me. Trouble is, most guy's don't have enough even to take my big cockhead! It takes two like minded guys to dock and double jack, so if the other guy isn't interested, it's a disaster. I like hairy guys with beards too. Although I've found quite a few hairy guys in my time, I could count the number of guys with a foreskin long enough to take my cock on one finger! My foreskin's extra long; so long in fact, that I can easily fit the head of another guy's cock inside with mine. There's nothing more exciting than the feel of a guy's cock in there with mine, especially when the action hots up and he cums all over my cockhead. Usually, if a guy's turned on by it, he'll come back for more and I'm happy to oblige. I've known guys get so hooked on being docked they want nothing else! Trouble is, not too many guys are into it. If a guy's cock is smaller than average, I can take the lot of it inside my foreskin. You should see the guy's face when he sees his whole cock disappearing inside my foreskin! If he's cut, then he's never felt a foreskin enveloping his cockhead before. It's an experience that usually floors him completely. It has been known to make some guys almost go berserk! I have a lot of hair on my chest and shoulders and it joins up around the base of my neck. But my belly isn't very hairy and I don't have any on my back. I'm really into guys who are extremely hairy; guys who are a lot hairier than me, that is. In fact, the hairier they are, the better I like them. If a guy is well built with hair all over his body and especially on his back, I really go all out to get him! But I don't find really beary-types like this too often. I did see quite a few hairy guys like it when I was working in Jordan, and another time when I was on holiday in Greece. I picked up this mature Greek hunk on the beach. Wow! Was he hairy! Easily the hairiest guy I'd ever seen. I can tell you, whenever we were together (and that was at least once a day) I had a perpetual hardon! He had one of those classic Greek-god builds: huge chest, pecs so big they sagged under the weight, and thighs like legs of beef. I've got a good build myself - a swimmer's build. I do five miles crawl a week, without fail. To me it's like a religion. Christ, but did this Greek guy have a build? He was fantastic! I use weights to build up my muscles, but he just had one of those natural big muscular builds. We had a lot of sex, but it all ended when I had to go back home. Guys at bars and discos seem to find me attractive, but I'm not a scene type and I drink only modestly. Being a non-smoker, I avoid places where there are smokers. That means most bars. I prefer the excitement of finding my men unexpectedly: in the open air; isolated places - like picnic sites, beaches, campsites, truck stops. I even met a guy in the middle of a remote forest in the Scottish Highlands once. We approached one another from opposite directions, our eyes met and the rest happened on a bed of pine needles. * * * I park my car in the area set aside for cars at the top end of the lorry park, grab my holdall from the boot and walk into the cafe. I've timed it well. There are dozens of truckers about; some eating at tables, some reading papers, others just sitting or standing about in groups, drinking mugs of tea or pints of beer. As I make my way to the counter with the sign ACCOMMODATION above it, I notice a guy sitting alone reading a newspaper. He looks to be about 35 - 40, chunky, with broad shoulders, deep chest and what seems like a good pair of pecs. I like a guy to have large well-shaped hairy pecs and good sized nipples - all the more to maul and work over with my hungry mouth! I hesitate a moment while I take him in - figuratively, I mean! He's wearing a black baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes, so I can't see much of his face - just mouth and jaw, but they look interesting, especially the full black beard. I'm a sucker for beards; they never fail to turn me on. I've got one myself. Lots of guys I meet like to feel it: it's dense and very bristly, so what does that make me? A freak porcupine bear? He's wearing typical trucker gear: skin tight white T-shirt (I mean snow white, not grubby white) under a faded denim jacket plus jeans and boots. Boots - well that's different - usually it's smelly trainers. They look like they're made from real leather - well looked after too. Overall, he looks tidier and cleaner than your average trucker. As I approach, he looks up and our eyes meet. I look at him for far longer than a passing glance. He surprises me by holding my gaze. Maybe he's been eyeing me up before I saw him. Lowering the paper an inch or two, he breaks into a broad grin; so I return it. Well that's a good start. Maybe I should go straight over and chat him up. On second thoughts I'd better check the accommodation before it's all booked up. 'You're in a car? On your own? Right, I'll put you at the far end of the new wing. You won't be disturbed there by truckers making an early start.' The girl behind the counter hands me my keys. As I pick up my holdall and walk to the stairs, she calls out: 'Oh I forgot, we've put new showers in. They're in the new wing. It's right opposite your room.' I nod, and start climbing. On the landing I stop and look down. The bearded guy is still sitting there alone with his paper, mug of tea in his paw. He's right below me, watching as I climb the stairs. From this angle, I can see all of his face. Very nice too! Dense black beard, wavy rather than spiky like mine, and a shade longer, but the extra length suits his broad cheekbones. I have to keep mine very short: otherwise it points in all directions of the compass. I'm glad he doesn't have a goatee. To be honest, I don't like goatees. I prefer a beard to be the whole thing - full and unsculptered - even if it extends up onto the cheek bones, as mine does. It's all part of my passion for extra hairy men, I suppose - a man's hair should be untamed and everywhere! The only shaved part he has is a neat line at the base of his throat. Looks like it would otherwise merge into his chest hair - assuming he has some! Yeah, he has. I can just make out a stray wisp showing above the neck line of his T-shirt. Wow! I try to imagine what it would be like to caress his dense beard. Is he hooked on beards like I am? Mine's not quite as dark, but just as dense and lots of guys like it because it's so bristly. Nice full lips he's got. I wonder if he's into kissing? I like to rub beards when I kiss another bearded guy. Again our eyes meet. Again we exchange smiles. Gawd, things are beginning to hot up! My heart's really pounding now and my cock's coming to life. We can't stop looking at one another, but finally his eyes drop back to his paper. Maybe things are becoming just a bit too hot for him. I start climbing the stairs again. The rooms in this place are little more than rectangular boxes; a little over two metres one way and one and a half the other. The bunks are narrower in these new rooms - only space for one guy. That's a pity if I'm to have company; but I've heard rumours that the management deliberately made the bunks narrow to stop guys like me sharing! The bunk is supported on two girders - on closer inspection I see they're old railway lines - that should be more than enough to take the weight of two hairy hunks in the throes of passion; assuming they manage to fit on the bunk in the first place! A small shelf at the foot of the bunk, a corner wash-basin no bigger than a birdbath and a steel mirror screwed to the wall above it, are the only other fittings. It seems this is the management's answer to truckers who smash up rooms. I head straight for the showers. It's been a hot day and I need to freshen up if I'm to stand a chance with my bearded trucker. The showers are in pairs, each pair separated by a partition, each with a shower curtain in front. Pairs of showers! With curtains! Are they trying to encourage male bonding? You tell me. I go for the nearest pair of showers, they're just behind the door. Being a natural exhibitionist, I leave the shower curtain open. While the water is rinsing the soap from my eyes, I hear the door open. As soon as I'm able to see, I look round. Christ! It's the bearded guy from the cafe. He's not slow off the mark! Must have heard the receptionist telling me about the new showers. The testosterone starts pumping into my blood stream. For reasons best known to a psychologist, my genes don't behave normally. Geneticists would have us believe males show aggression to other males. They say their genes make them behave that way. But my primordial instinct is to wrap my arms around another hairy male and bond with him! I keep telling myself, I should get a shrink to sort me, but why ruin a habit of a lifetime! He has his back to me. He takes his cap off and hangs it on one of the clothes hooks. He's almost bald and the little hair he has is cut very short. I don't know why, but bald men, or men with close haircuts, really send me into orbit. My hair's short and I have a bald patch developing on the crown. Christ, I hope he's not put off by it. Then his shirt comes off and I just stare in disbelief. The whole of his back is covered in black downy hair, the same colour as his beard. It extends from his shoulders down to his waist. Woof! What a turn-on! I study the pattern of it. It runs down either side of his spine in distinct symmetrical whorls, making a final spectacular plunge into his jeans. Christ, I'd love to run my hands through all that! Arms are hairy too! He puts a foot on the bench and bends down low. He takes off those lovely well-cared-for leather boots - then his socks. As he bends, I become fascinated by the light shining through the dense whorls of hair on his back and shoulders. I wonder does the hair on my chest and shoulders look like that in the sunlight? It's a long time since I've come across a guy as hairy as this - a real live bear and built like one too! I switch my attention to his waistline. Well, he really hasn't one; just solid beef all the way down. Maybe he's a touch overweight - a few folds where they shouldn't be. But to hell, he's fabulous even if he does have a bit of flab. Anyway, who cares? If a guy is as hairy as this, I'm prepared to let standards slip just to get to grips with him! I try to imagine putting my arms around him. Wrestling him! Wrestling a guy as hairy this one is my idea of heaven - feeling my hair bond with his!! He looks a bit heavier than me; around 250 pounds, I'd say. I'm 210; but my muscles are hard - hard pecs, hard biceps, washboard belly, so I could hold my own if he got rough. Rough??? Did I say rough? With a body like his, I'd allow him to rough me up any time. Just get me into bed with him and I'll show him who can be rough! In a moment his jeans and underpants join the rest of his clothes. Christ! What fantastic hairy muscular thighs he's got - must've been a footballer or rugby player some time! And that lovely full hairy bum. I close my eyes and try to imagine us lying face to face, kissing, hairy thighs entangled, arms holding each other in a prolonged hairy bear-hug - a bear-hug so powerful our hearts beat as one. Then we roll over together, still locked together and he lies on top of me. His weight crushes me into the mattress, but I love it! My hands start roaming: feeling, caressing, doing wonderful things with those whorls of hair on his back. I imagine my hands pushing his hairy bum down; crushing, pulverising, our loins together: cocks and balls in grinding contact. It's what I want to do when I'm with a really fantastic guy like this. I open my eyes again and wait. I wait, feet riveted to the floor, for him to turn round. Come on, come on, turn round you gorgeous bear! Don't keep me in suspense! The suspense becomes unbearable (sorry, about that!). Then he turns slowly and my jaw drops wide open and stays that way. Chest and belly are literally covered in it - damn near the wildest blackest jungle I've seen on a man - swirls of dense curly hair all over - no belly ladder, like I have - just wonderful seamless hair all the way down. He's one of those hairy all-over guys I dream about. I drag my eyes from the rug on his chest to concentrate on the sausage between his legs. It's soft; long and pendulous; like mine when it's soft. And it's intact! Some foreskin! Long, elastic looking, ending in a thick rope like fold. Longer than mine and mine's over-long. I think about the mutual fun two big uncut cocks can get up to. Don't tempt me! I keep looking. Fffantastic! No other word for it. He sees me staring at him and stands, motionless, weight on one leg, sheepish look on his face. I seem to be unnerving him, so I switch on a smile and he returns it. He's a great smiler. He moves swiftly towards me, his wonderful long plaything swinging, slapping against those thick furry thighs. The prospect of getting my hands on it makes me weak in the knees! Then I think about the kind of raw cock on cock action we could have - if he's into it, that is. My cock begins to stir. How old are you? Maybe ten or more years older than me. Who cares about age when a guy has everything. Come on daddy bear, carry me away to your lair! He seems to hesitate for a moment, then heads for the cubicle next to mine. He steps into the shower trough. Now I can't see him - a heavy concrete screen divides us. I hear his shower start, then splashing, so I get back to soaping myself down. 'Could I borrow y'shower gel?' I turn to see his bearded face peering around the dividing screen. I've got a half hardon. His eyes flick down for a split second. He's seen it. Oh what the hell. He's seen a hard cock before! 'Sure!' I respond, then with a devilish grin, I add: 'Y'can join me if y'like.' He delivers me his best grin yet and slips around the screen at the speed of light. We're together in the same sex-box, I mean twin shower unit, and there's insufficient room to maintain a safe decent man to man distance. I look at him and things really start to hot up between my legs. Christ, I hope he's having the same trouble! I hand him the shower gel. I try not to look at him as he applies it to his body, but his swinging cock, is less than a foot from mine; an unsafe distance for any two big cocks to be. What if mine were to accidentally collide with his? I'd never live - I mean - keep it down! He moves his hands enticingly over his hairy body, lingering on his pecs. As I watch, I notice his foreskin sliding up and down as his hands glide repeatedly over his prominent nipples. Does my foreskin do that, I wonder? Watching his drives me so crazy I want to grab it and jack him! He's having trouble reaching his back. I'd love to say: 'I'll lather up y'hairy back for ya, mate!' but the words won't seem to come out. I know if I look at him and his wonderful cock any more, I'll lose the battle going on between my thighs, so I turn away and face the wall. I begin to think about the situation. What if he's straight? An attractive friendly straight guy, used to sharing the changing room showers with his mates after the rugby match. You do meet 'em - guys who have no idea of the turmoil they're causing between your thighs. I turn back. His eyes are closed: busy soaping his face and beard. I seize the opportunity and take a good long look at him. The water has flattened the fuzz on his shoulders and back. It's now a uniform black matte plastered against his wet skin. I deliberate over whether the wet look is more sexy than the dry! My eyes flick back to his muscular chest. Gawd! What a fantastic sight! The whorls of curly hair are so dense, they stubbornly refuse to be flattened. Lovely full, rounded pecs covered in a three centimetre deep carpet of tangled hair with the two pointed nipples trying to nudge their way out of the undergrowth. Begging for attention? Attention from my lips? I sneak another look at his cock. As his body moves, it moves too, like a long fat pendulum. I can't keep my eyes off the thing. It's riveting, the most fantastic tube of flesh I've seen. Am I imagining it, or is it really getting longer and thicker? I want to look away, but I can't! It's mesmerising me. A snake mesmerising its prey! Christ, it is getting longer! I try to imagine peeling the lovely long foreskin back. I close my eyes and think of us having a double jackoff...one fist sliding two foreskins in unison, backwards and forwards.... Oh gawd! With that thought, I lose the battle, watching helplessly as my cock takes off and swings through an arc. In a second or two it's a thick nine inch flagpole, pulsating against my belly, head still sheathed in long foreskin. 'Oh bloody 'ell!' I mutter. He hears me, opens a soapy eye and catches a glimpse of my raging hardon. I slap my hands over it, close my eyes and try to think of the most boring things possible: washing up, vaccing the carpet, the weekly trip to the laundrette.... But the image of his handsome bearded face, dome shaped pecs, jutting nipples, rounded bum cheeks, hairy-bear body, and that wonderful swinging hooded cock, won't go away. They're embedded in my brain's neurones. I wait. Time is non existent. I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I'm so tense, I shudder involuntarily, my mind in turmoil. The only thing I'm aware of is the warm water cascading over us. The hand settles more firmly on my shoulder and rests there motionless. I shudder again. Then it begins to move slowly. Is it my imagination, or is his palm actually caressing my shoulder? His fingers squeeze my shoulder. 'Wake up!' he says. I snap an eye open and see a dripping bearded face barely two inches from mine. I open the other and the hand becomes a hairy arm, slipping itself easily around my neck. He drags me closer and looks intently at me. I emit an audible sigh of relief and he emits a deep belly laugh. Now we're both laughing. Then suddenly we stop and look hard into each other's eyes. His are black, as black as the glistening hair on his chest. We're standing facing one another, man to man. 'Relax,' he says, fingers trailing a path through the hair on my chest. They reach my right nipple and he gives it a gentle tweak. I respond with a moan. I put my hands on his shoulders and savour the feel of the soft lush hair under my palms. I start caressing his shoulders and the curve of his neck and he pulls me closer. Then suddenly we're in one another's arms. I bury my face into the curve of his right shoulder, kissing and rubbing the soft wet fuzz with my bearded cheeks. Down below, I feel his erect cock pressing against my thigh. With a co-ordinated deft movement, cocks collide, then thrust into one another. 'Oh gawd!!' he whispers, as I rub my hard manhood against his. After a moment, he pulls away from me and I follow his eyes. His cock is a raging flagpole - like mine - only his juts out horizontally. I'm excited by his foreskin. It still covers the whole of his cock, ending in a thick knot of puckered rope-skin. His overhang definitely beats mine! He turns his shower off. We're so close, we only need one. He reaches for the shower curtain and pulls it across, shielding us from anyone entering the room. I feel his mouth under my chin, in my beard...kissing, nuzzling, licking. I respond by pulling him closer. 'You're terrific, what's y'name?' he whispers, his lips nibbling my ear. 'Tom...Christ, you're terrific too. What's your name? 'Docker.' 'Docker?' I whisper, nuzzling and kissing his beard, 'that's a strange name?' 'Everyone calls me that.' He draws away from me again, takes my hand and shakes it. 'Please t'meet ya, Tom.' I smile at his old world formality. He points at his cock. 'Can y'guess why they call me Docker.' 'Yeah I can, an' I'm tempted!' I say with a grin, dragging him back against me, 'you've got more overhang than one man has a right to!' 'You 'ave too...an' yer'ung like a fuckin' 'orse!' 'You should talk!' I respond. 'All foreskin!' he derides, his face buried in my shoulder. 'Mine is too...anyway, who's complaining, I'm not! I like long foreskins.' 'So d'I.' We move apart and lean against opposite walls. Walls apart you might say, but in this place, that leaves about six inches of free space! I put my fist around the base of my cock and squeeze it. He watches, then does the same to his. 'Show me what y'got,' I say. Fists pulverise cocks and we draw our long foreskins back simultaneously. 'Big 'ead!' he says. 'You should talk!' I tug at his waist again. 'Y'can do a lot with a long foreskin!' he says, flicking it back over his cockhead. 'Y'can do even more with two!' I think about the pleasure my long foreskin has given other guys. But two long foreskins! Well that offers twice the fun, or is it 2 squared! I raise a hand and cover his left pec, marvelling at its size and the density of the hair covering it. 'I like these...' I whisper,'...really fantastic...and so hairy!' I search in the hair for his right nipple and he shudders when I rub its point with the ball of my thumb. In seconds, it becomes turgid. 'Y'like hairy bodies, long foreskins...anything else?' he says, teasing me. 'No...that's enough!' He cups my hairy pec in his palm and rotates it. 'I like 'em 'airy too. Y'got a nice paira pecs...'ard an' 'airy!' We explore each other's chest and shoulder hair. 'Don't often meet guys as hairy as you,' I say, 'chest, shoulders...and back.' He turns slightly to give me a better view of the hair on his back. I trail a hand through it. 'Thought y'were turned off...too 'airy for ya...' '...what gave y'that idea?' 'Don't know...y'looked kinda shocked when y' saw me naked.' 'Just couldn't believe m'luck, that's all!' I keep fondling the hair on his back. 'Lotsa guys don't like it...'air on the back...I mean...' '...not me...better than Viagra!' He emits another belly laugh and pulls me closer. 'Y'know, I could go f'ya, you're quite a comedian!' He runs his hands through my chest hair again. I close my eyes and moan when his fingers glide repeatedly over my nipples. 'Gawd, that feels good,' I whisper. He pulls on them and I emit a deep growl. I reach for his, pull on them and he begins growling. For about a minute, we work over one another's tits. Then, suddenly, he grabs my hands and pulls them away. 'Oh Christ! Y'playin' wi'fire there mate!' 'You are too.' 'Keep doin' that, an' y'could have me shoot a load...' '...I'll remember that!' I reach over and give each nipple a gentle kiss, he emits another deep moan and pulls my face in hard against his jungle. 'Oh gawd!' he says. Now I'm moaning. He drags my face through his chest hair and I respond by nuzzling and nibbling every inch of the way. I'm in heaven and I don't want it to stop, but I have to. Someone could come in and catch us at it. 'That's a foretaste of things to come!' I say, fighting my way out of his headlock. 'I can take any amount of it!' he whispers. 'And I can give any amount of it!' He turns off the shower, pulls the curtain open and steps down onto the floor, stiff cock dancing. 'Come on!' he says, grabbing me by the cock and pulling me after him. I slip on the tiled floor, but he acts swiftly, catches me. Suddenly, we're in each other's arms again; his hairy body pitted against mine. He looks hungrily into my eyes, then puts a hand behind my head and draws mine to his. We kiss gently, break apart, then kiss again, more passionately. We're both getting more and more turned on. I reach down, grope for the wonderful tube of sheathed flesh thrusting against my belly, but the moment my fingers encircle it, he moans and breaks away. 'Gawd, you're 'ot!' he whimpers, pulling my hand off it. 'Let me play with it!' I whisper. 'Y'can, but not 'ere...' I ignore him and make another grab at his cock. 'Christ Tom...someone might come in!' 'Where then? I want ya...I'm desperate!' He looks at my cock. I bend it down so it's horizontal, like his. He gazes at it and I offer it to him. 'Gawd, that thing makes me desperate too!' His cock is pointing straight at mine, hood still completely covering the head. 'Christ...let me 'ave it!' I say, trying to reach for it. 'My cab? Your room?' he says, intercepting my hand. I jab my thumb in the direction of my room and he reaches for his towel. We dry ourselves, then each other. In the process our cocks collide and we get hard again so we move to opposite ends of the changing room, turning our backs on one another. We manage to get dressed and leave. * * * I bolt the door and draw the thin curtain across the window. Docker comes up from behind, grabs me around the waist and draws me in hard against him. 'We're safe now...no one t'disturb us,' 'Yeah...the door's bolted...it's just you and me now!' A powerful sodium lamp outside in the lorry park casts a warm glow through the curtain. He pulls my head back so his bearded cheek meshes with mine. I twist around and for minutes we just kiss and bearhug one another. I start pulling his T-shirt from his jeans and suddenly we're undressing one another, clothes falling everywhere around us onto the floor. We're both naked. He stands motionless, allowing my hands to run amok in the hair on his belly, chest and shoulders. Then he turns and allows me to fondle the dense hair on his back. I pull him closer and press my face into the deep cleft between his huge pecs. 'Satisfied?' he asks, grabbing my hand and kissing it. 'Are you?' 'No...we've only just begun...' '...an' we've got all night!' He laughs and wriggles away, leaping up onto the narrow bunk. I watch him lie down on his back, hands behind his head. He grins up at me. His supine hairy body and hooded thick cock set me alight. I reach over, maul his chest, kiss it as my hand gropes for his cock. I make contact and he moans. After a while, he lifts my head up. 'Hop up...dump y'arse 'ere..' he whispers, patting his thighs. I spring up, adjust my position, hovering on all-fours over him. We look into one another's eyes. Even in the semi-darkness, his seem to sparkle. I look for a signal. Does he want me to impale myself on his cock? He makes no effort to pull it away from his hairy belly, so I guess that's not on the agenda. We stare long and hard into one another's eyes, then he reaches down and slowly draws his balls up, flattening them hard against the underside of his cock. He reaches for my aching cock and I gasp as his fist wraps around it. 'Down boy!' he whispers, tugging on my cock, 'put y'big cock and balls...there...next t'mine...' His voice is intense and excited. I hover over his hairy thighs for a moment. 'Pull y'balls up...like mine!' he whispers. I flatten my balls against the underside of my cock. Before I can get comfortable, he grabs my thighs, pulls me down on him and drags me forward, all in one swift movement. In what seems an instant, I'm sitting on his beefy thighs with my balls crushed against his. It's so sudden, so exciting, I can't help emitting a moan. I lean over him and that increases the contact of our balls. He puts a hand on my shoulder. With the other, he gathers our cocks together and welds the two sheathed cockheads together in his fist. After a moment, he thrusts his belly up and our cocks disappear into the hairy jungle between our bellies. It's just about the sexiest thing I've known - the ultimate intimacy like-minded men can experience. 'Cock on cock!' he whispers, looking into my eyes. 'Balls on balls!' I answer. 'Y'like it?' 'Love it! D'you?' 'Gawd yeah! Nothin' t'beat cock on cock!' 'Nothing! Definitely the best!' I lean over him and we kiss. His tongue invades my mouth. I push it back with mine and he allows it to invade his mouth. We're joined at both ends. 'D'ya like dockin'?' he asks, breaking free. 'D'you?' 'Of course...love it...that's why they call me Docker!' Do it often?' 'No...most guys...not interested.' 'That's what I find too.' 'But with the right guy...' '...can't get enough!' 'You've got plenty of overhang...' '...so'ave you!' 'Enough t'dock each other, eh!' 'Yeah! But not now...not yet...' '...I don't mind...' '...I'd like t'get t'know y' better.' 'Suits me.' He begins caressing my thighs, bulked up either side of his chest. 'Y'know, I saw y'parkin' y'car and I thought: "This guy, I must 'ave...'e's terrific." Now I've seen what's between y'legs, y'even more terrific!' he adds with a chuckle. '...I wanted you too! Gawd, you turned me on when I saw ya reading that paper! Gave me an hardon th'moment I clapped eyes on you!' 'Did I?' 'Time f'some cock on cock fun!' he whispers. I clamp my fists around his. Our balls slide back. Four fists surround two cocks. We tighten the grip and start jacking the two thick sheathed columns as if they were one. 'Gawd! Double jack me!' I moan in a loud voice. 'Shhh!' he whispers, 'these walls 'ave ears...guys aren't supposed t'be in bed doin' these things t'each other!' I stifle a laugh. We watch our two long foreskins moving backwards and forwards, repeatedly exposing the pre-cum slicked mushroom heads. He stops, foreskins strained back fully, I move my fists up until they're around the two exposed cockheads, then strangle them. Now everything is imprisoned in our fists. He takes mine, I his, and we engage in warfare; slapping each other's cocks. We drive the two gaping piss slits into one another and rub the overhanging foreskins together. He opens his wide with his fingers and I shove mine into the cavernous hole, then he squeezes his, crushing mine inside. We reverse it, and I trap his. We annoint each other's cockheads with precum. 'They say two 'eads are better than one!' 'And two big uncut cockheads are even better!' He takes my hand from his cock and crushes the two shafts again in his fist. 'Wait!' I say, swivelling around for my holdall at the foot of the bunk. I pull out a tube of lubricant and we apply it liberally to each other's cock. I settle back on his thighs and he welds our cocks together. The two stiff columns curve away from each other like two huge bananas. Then his fist glides upwards, drawing the columns together. Cockheads fuse. Foreskins glide effortlessly; sheathed, unsheathed. Glistening mushroom cockheads together in one fist. We stop, savouring the ecstasy. 'Shall we begin?' I nod. He uses both fists. We kiss again, then he begins a slow rhythm. Up, down, up down, up, down, up, down.... His movements are perfect. Soon, we're both gasping. 'Docker...gawd this's wonderful,' I say, massaging the dense hair on his chest. I settle back on him, flatten my balls against his and play with them. But when his fists start moving again, we're transported into ecstasy. I put my palms flat on his chest and look into his eyes. 'Excite me!' he challenges. I need no words to tell me. My hands run amok in his hairy jungle - belly, chest, shoulders, beard. His responses tell me everything. His flying fists are sending us into another world. I flatten my body against his. His hands can't move now, so he pulls them away. Cocks remain as one, locked, underside to underside. I kiss his wonderful chest. He reciprocates. Bodies succumb to a shower of kisses and the room is filled with ecstatic moans. Two men; held hostage to each other's crazy sexual desires. His arms fly around me and he pulls me down on top of him, bearing my unsupported weight. Our sweaty body hair meshes. I lick and kiss the hair on his shoulders and upper chest, then slide down his body. As soon as my lips brush his nipples, he emits another deep moan. I seal his left nipple with my lips and suck hard, drawing on it savagely, using my tongue and teeth to worry the firm point. More deep moans. Arms fly around my head, dragging my head in closer. Hairy legs entwine hairy legs. For what seems like an eternity, we feast on one another - kissing, rubbing, licking, mauling, teasing every inch we can reach of our bodies: bellies, chests, shoulders, beards... I haven't enjoyed feasting on a man like this for years. In response, he emits little gasps repeatedly, holding my head, directing my seeking mouth to the places he wants. 'Oh Christ...man...go for it!' I savage his right nipple and he suppresses a scream of ecstasy. Lips and nipple fuse, beard and chest hair fuse. I lift myself partly off him, arching my back, and start grinding my cock and balls against his. Cocks and foreskins mash. Then suddenly his body erupts, moans fill the room, arms coil around me and he pulls me down with a violence I've never experienced with anyone before. All movement freezes and we hold our breaths allowing the near mutual crisis to pass. I stretch out, trapping a furry thigh between mine, my face buried in the soft hair on his right shoulder. I'm in heaven. We kiss. I feel his body squirm under me. 'Gawd that was close...my turn,' he says, pushing me away from him. I lie on my side and we change places. He lies on top of me and I bear-hug him. He wants to support his weight, but I pull him onto me. I want to feel his whole body on mine. We kiss, rub bearded cheeks.... I've never been so turned on by a man before. Turbulent sex gives way to calm. Slowly, I caress the wonderful hair on his back. I slacken my embrace and he rises up off me to sit on my thighs. I place my palms on his domed pecs, rotating them gently to savour the feel of the rough hair. 'You must have thrown a few weights around to get pecs like these.' 'I carry weights in my cab. Anyway, you've got great pecs...' he says, running his hands over mine, '...d'you use weights?' 'Yeah, now and then, but I swim a lot.' 'Aha! A swimmer's body!' he says feeling me all over my chest and shoulders again. 'All that swimmin'...keeps y'slim an'ard. Not like me...I'm gettin' flabby.' 'I haven't noticed,' I say, putting my hands on his waist. I rise up and plant a long kiss in the deep cleft between his pecs. 'Flatterer!' he mutters. 'You're perfect.' 'Don't kid y'self!' He hugs my head against his chest, then I sink back again and we lapse into silence, continuing all the time to fondle each other. 'Not much room on this bunk...', he says, breaking the silence. A flicker of a smile crosses his face. '...room enough for this!' I answer eagerly, welding our cocks together in my fist. I begin to move faster.... His gasps and mine fill the air. We alternate; his fist, then mine. When it's his hand, it's different, when its mine it's like jacking myself, but more exciting, because his cock is with mine. Whichever hand it is, our cocks become one. It's sheer ecstasy. Free hands caress, squeeze, massage; lips seek lips. Then I hear his cry. Imminent crisis. We kiss chests, shoulders. We're one, love sticks welded in a passion of flying fists. 'Pump faster Docker!' 'Faster?' 'Yeah! Christ pump faster!' 'Faster...faster!' We know it can't last. We pound our loins, grinding our cocks together as we pump. Long pre-cum slippery foreskins rip and slide against each other; backwards and forwards...over and over again. Sensitive, bared cockheads rub, slap, grind! Balls grind, loins buck, thighs writhe, cocks grind, balls grind....black eyes rivet on brown, watching, watching....then breaths held! Gasps! Gasps for air...moans...sweet moans...sweat dripping...kissing.... Hands tearing at chest hair...nipples. Nods...yes, faster...nearly there...pinch 'em...moans of ecstasy...more kissing. Mouths, tongues glued, cocks glued...balls glued...breaths held for an eternity. Then mutual explosion. Orgasmic cataclysm...eruptions...cum shooting, mutual convulsions. Mutual body wracking convulsions. Release...glorious mutual release! Twin jet mutual ecstasy. Simultaneous ecstasy...cum blending...coating cocks, balls, hairy bellies, hairy chests.... His legs turn to pulp...hairy body pitches on mine...heavy, dead-weight. I enfold him in my arms and legs and hold him tighter than I've ever held anyone before. Earth shattering orgasms continue to wrack us, as cocks continue to grind together. Bucking, writhing, shuddering. Fused cum bubbles between us, becoming an amalgam of cum-matted hair. We're bonded; prisoners in an intoxicating melee of cocks, balls, cum, sweat, hair, lips, writhing arms and thighs. I re-enter this world feeling swirls of the soft damp back-hair under my palms. We whisper soft words to one another. We tell one another we've never experienced anything like it before. Docker has liberated me. And it seems, I've liberated him. We're drowsy...strength sapped. Breathing becomes regular again...bodies move...cradling one another...warm...close...one long final kiss before Morpheus consumes.... * * * Suddenly I'm awake. We're still together; lying in the narrow bunk, Docker stretched out, face buried in my chest hair, cradled in my arms and legs. I feel him stirring. 'Docker. You awake?' I whisper. 'Yeah...only just! What's the time?' he says in a stupor, voice muffled. 'Dunno...watch...under the bunk. Can y'get it?' I whisper. He gropes around. I feel his cum matted body hair tugging at mine, but it's a pain I gladly bear. 'Shit! Got it.' He puts it close to his face, then passes it to me. '...Christ...half eight....have t'go mate...truck...got to be away at five!' 'Stay,' I say, pulling him hard against me, rubbing my bearded cheek against his. He struggles to get free, but finds his body hair glued to mine. I giggle at his discomfort. 'You'll have to stay with me now!' 'Christ...this isn't funny mate!' 'It's my hair as well as yours remember! Oh Christ!' 'Am I hurtin' ya?' 'You couldn't hurt me.' I say, kissing him. 'Look gotta go,' he says, kissing me back. We manage to prise ourselves apart. 'Gotta get some proper shuteye...no room in this bunk f'that!' 'We could move to your cab.' I respond, grabbing him around the shoulders, those wonderful beefy hairy shoulders. I kiss him again. 'No...matey...' he says, breaking free, '...'ave t'be up at half four...no respectable hour for a gorgeous 'unk like you! Get y'beauty sleep, you need it!' I laugh. He stifles it with another kiss, breaks free from my arms and legs and climbs off me. 'Give me y'phone number,' he says. 'Give me yours.' I swing down off the bunk, find pen and paper and we scribble our numbers on separate sheets. I've got a mobile...'ave it in the truck...it's the boss's...an' 'e doesn't like private calls on it...'ere's the number though. Only use it if y'ave ta.' 'I'd like to meet up again...do this...maybe more?' I say. There's apprehension in my voice. I know how guys can be full of enthusiasm, '...yeah, yeah...repeat performance...I'd like that...' Then, when you try to make contact, they go all luke warm. 'Sorry mate, too much on...' Then you realise you've been taken for yet another ride...another one night stand. 'Yeah, I'd like that,' he says, enthusiastically. ''Til next time then...' '...yeah...next time,' he says in a quirky way, 'next time...we'll dock...I didn't get the name Docker for nothin'!' I respond with a grin and a wink. I get a cloth and clean away the dried cum from Docker's belly and chest, then help him to sort his clothes from mine. When he's dressed, we kiss and he slips into the corridor. After he's gone, I head back to the shower room to clean up, then realise I haven't eaten. I go downstairs to the cafe. No sign of Docker. Christ, I'm missing him already.