Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 10:18:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Docking my Son, Incest, 1/1

Docking my Son
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I felt Matt's helmet thrusting against mine,
throbbing with desire, and when I looked into his eyes
he stared back at me hungrily, as the wild sensations
took over his body. He was ready to release his thick
sperm into my foreskin, and I was impatient to receive
my son's hot torrents.
During the short time I'd been married, over 20 years
ago, I'd had only one child, a son. He, in turn, had
gotten married when he'd turned 21, but a year later
was a widower, his wife having been killed in a
traffic accident. At that time, he gave up his
apartment and moved back in with me. I'd never
remarried after the divorce, and was happy for the
company.
We're both in construction and the outdoor work was
very strenuous physically. One day we got home from
work at the same time and because of the summer heat
we were both hot and sweaty.
"I'm gonna take a shower, Matt," I said. "You might
want one too before dinner."
"Okay, Dad, I'd love one. I'm at least as hot and
sweaty as you." He began to undress in my bedroom as
he spoke. I was already naked, ready to head into the
bathroom.
"Well, come on and take one with me," I suggested.
"There's enough room in the shower and we've seen each
other naked before." He nodded and followed me into
the shower, and soon we were enjoying the hot water
rinsing the sweat off our bodies. Matt looked like a
younger version of me; muscular build, brown hair and
eyes, but without the roll of middle-aged fat around
his waist. There was one other difference: he lacked
the long pendulous foreskin that covered my big
helmet-shaped glans. Instead, there was a thick brown
scar half an inch behind his rim.
He was very aware of the difference. I noticed him
staring avidly at my prick as we soaped up, watching
me retract my foreskin to rinse out the cheese
underneath, and he seemed to want to ask me something.
"Look, I can tell there's something on your mind," I
said. "Is it something that's bothering you? You ought
to be able to tell me. We never had any secrets from
each other."
"Well, ever since I found out that I was circumcised
and you're not, I wanted to ask you how come? Not all
the guys my age are cut, and I know it isn't medically
necessary. Why did you have it done to me, especially
since you're not cut?"
	"Fair question," I answered. "It's a long story, and
I'll tell you all of it. But first, does being
circumcised bother you?"
	"Hell yes!" he said emphatically. "I know that guys
with intact cocks are more sensitive, and that you can
have a lot more fun with that skin over the head. My
cock doesn't produce cheese like a real man's cock,
like yours, you know? Ever since I found out what you
did to me I've wondered what it would be like to have
a foreskin. Other guys told me it's better for beating
off, and you know that's important to me now that I'm
a widower."
	"Yeah, I know it's important to you. It's important
to me, too, since I've been divorced for so many
years. I haven't had many dates because I was too busy
raising you, and beating off was my main sexual
outlet."
	"Then why did you do this to me?" he asked, with a
trace of anger in his voice. I put my hand on his
shoulder before I answered:
	"Look, first thing I want you to know is that I
didn't do it to you. Your mother did. She always said
my prick was dirty because I wasn't cut. She almost
didn't marry me because I hadn't been circumcised. I
was always careful to take a shower and wash my prick
before we had sex, but she still thought it was dirty.
That's one of the reasons we broke up. There were
other reasons too. She was a nut case."
	"So what happened?" he prodded me.
	"Well, when you were born, your mother told the
doctor that she wanted you to be circumcised. She
never asked me. I'd been up all night after driving
her to the hospital, and after she had you I had to go
to work. I wasn't even there when the doctor had her
sign a permission form requesting the circumcision.
This doctor turned out to be a real freak, always
pressuring parents to get their newborn sons
circumcised. Sometimes he told them their boy wasn`t
able to pee because his foreskin was too tight, or
some crap like that. With her, he didn't have any
problem at all. Once she'd signed, he took you away
and did the circumcision right then. When I came back
after work, your mother had you in the room with her.
You started crying and she changed your diaper, and
that's when I saw the bandage on your penis. Then I
knew what they'd done to you."
	"What did you do Dad? Were you mad?"
	"Oh, shit, was I mad. I was ready to chew nails, but
there wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't ask the
doctor to sew it back on. I really wanted to punch his
lights out, especially when I found out that he did it
without using any sort of anesthetic. That doctor
didn't give a shit how much the kids cried when he cut
them; he was a sadist. One of the nurses told me about
him when I asked. This fuckface told parents who
wondered about the pain that it didn't hurt a bit
because the babies were too young to feel pain. It was
all a lot of bullshit, but the parents wanted to
believe it, so he got away with it."
	"What did my mother say?" Matt asked.
	"Oh, she didn't give a shit. She just wanted to have
your circumcised and didn't care how much it hurt
you."
	"That sucks," he said bitterly. "That really sucks."
	"I know, Matt. I'm sorry but your mother wasn't very
good. In fact, she was really a lousy parent. That's
why when we got divorced, I got custody. She didn't
even want you. That's why you never knew your mother,
although I think she's still alive."
	"I don't think I'd even want to see her, after what
you told me," he said. "She screwed me up sexually,
right when I was just a day old."
	"I don't ever want to see her again either. After we
got divorced she took off with some guy, I don't know
who. The only thing I can guess about him is that he
must have been circumcised." I continued, in a
different vein:
	"Didn't you enjoy sex, with Jean when she was still
alive?" I asked.
	"Oh, yeah, it was good, but I kept thinking how much
better it would have been if my tip was more
sensitive."
	"I understand," I said. "Just remember that your
circumcision wasn't my idea. If she'd asked me I would
have said no, but she didn't ask, just did it."
	"Well, at least you can beat off and really enjoy it.
I guess you wouldn't want to be married to another
like Mom."
	"You're right about that. I'd rather beat off alone
than be trapped in another marriage with someone like
her." All of a sudden, Matt laughed.
	"You remember when you caught me beating off, Dad? I
was embarrassed at first."
	"Oh, I remember. I told you that we all did it, and
not to worry."
	"I heard you beating off a few times when you thought
I was asleep, Dad. In fact last week, you grunted so
loudly I heard you from the other room."
	"You didn't say anything, Matt. I didn't know you
heard me."
	"I did hear you, and just thinking about you doing it
with your uncut cock made me hot, so I got out the
hand lotion and stroked my cock until I came. I bet
you didn't hear that."
	"No, I didn't, Matt. You must have been pretty quiet
when you came." I noticed that Matt's hand had drifted
down to his groin and that he'd begun squeezing his
helmet rhythmically.
	"Yeah, I was quiet, but now, thinking about it, I'm
gettin' hot. I can't help it, Dad."
	"That's all right, Matt. If you want to beat off now,
it's okay." I was becoming aroused from the turn our
discussion had taken, and Matt noticed the swelling.
	"Dad, we've seen each other naked lots of times, and
once you even saw me with a hard-on, but I've never
seen you hard, and I've never seen you beat off. Looks
like you're ready to do it now." Matt was right. I,
too, was aroused, and needed relief. One thing I
hadn't told him was that, since my divorce, I'd had a
few sexual experiences with other men.
	"Okay, Matt, let's dry off and then we can relieve
ourselves." I turned off the water and it didn't take
long for us to towel ourselves dry. By the time we
were sitting on the edge of my queen-size bed, both of
us were most of the way erect.
	"I've got to put these sheets in the laundry tonight,
so don't worry about coming on them," I said as I
began sliding my foreskin up and down my engorging
glans. Matt was squeezing his prick while watching me.

	"You've got so much skin, Dad. I always wondered if I
would have had as much."
	"I think you would have, Matt. That day when I saw
that you'd just been circumcised your mother told me
that when she saw what a long foreskin you'd been born
with, she decided it just had to be done right away.
She just couldn't stand to see your penis looking so
much like mine." Now we were both hard, and I saw that
erect, Matt had a helmet-shaped glans exactly like
mine. His eyes dropped to my groin and he said:
	"Dad, can you get the skin back so I can see the
head? I wonder how much alike we are."  I drew my
foreskin back behind the rim, leaving the entire
helmet exposed to his gaze.
	"Man, you've got a head just like mine," he said.
	"Yep, Matt, they're both helmet shaped."
	"You've even got that nice teardrop shaped opening in
the front when it gets hard, just like mine." I'd
noticed that before. Matt seemed to have a duplicate
of my glans, and even his shaft was straight like
mine.
	"Both of ours are the same size," I added. "Our
helmets have that sexy upturned ridge at the back.
Both even have that big vein on the right side. We're
really father and son," I said with pride.
	"Yeah, but you've got so much skin covering the front
end," he pointed out ruefully. I bet if you pulled
your skin forward now you'd have a lot of excess
hanging off the end."
	"Let's see, Matt," I said as I pulled my long
foreskin all the way up the helmet, and then I grasped
the puckered end and pulled it away from my body.
	"That's almost two inches when you stretch it," he
said. "I know you've got two inches extra skin when
you're limp and just let it hang."
	"Go ahead and try stretching it," I said. "I think
you'd like to feel it for yourself."
	"Uh, Dad, I feel funny about touching your cock.
You're my father and all that."
	"Why? I touched yours a few times when I changed your
diaper, and when I gave you baths when you were
young."
	"Yeah, but this is different. Oh, I had a couple of
jerk-offs with guys before I got married, but you're
my father."
	"Look, Matt, since your mother and I got divorced,
I've had a few experiences with guys too. For a couple
of years, I didn't want anything to do with women
because I was so sore about the way my marriage turned
out. You're the only good thing that came out of it."
I reached into his lap and squeezed the helmet on his
prick a couple of times.
	"Hey, that gave me a hot thrill when you did that!"
he exclaimed. "That felt really good."
	"A couple of the guys I made it with were circumcised
like you. I learned what feels good to them."
	"Well, I'm glad you know how to handle a cut cock. I
never even touched one that was uncut. The guys I beat
off with were all cut."
	"You can touch mine now," I urged. "Go ahead, find
out how the foreskin slides up and down." His fingers
moved tentatively and hesitantly toward my penis, and
then closed around it. "Now go ahead, slide your
fingers slowly down, and drag the foreskin back all
the way." Matt dragged my long foreskin down, watching
the puckered end stretch as it rode half-way down my
helmet. Then he stopped.
	"Hey, I like the way that feels. I wish my cock were
that way." I grasped his penis around the middle and
brought the slack skin up over the rim of h
is helmet.
	"Good thing that damned doctor didn't cut you tight,"
I said. "You've got a little slack for me to slide."
	"I'm glad too. One of the guys I jacked with was
really tight. He couldn't move the skin at all. We
always had to use hand lotion to make him come."
	"You did it to each other then?" I asked.
	"Yeah, Dad, we did. Uh, could I do it to you?"
	"Go ahead, Matt. We can do each other. This'll be a
new bonding experience for us."
	"Okay, now I'll pull your skin all the way off the
head." I felt his strong fingers gently dragging my
hood down until the orifice rode over the rim and
snapped down into the deep groove behind it. "Man!
You've got just what you said you did! I could see the
rim of your head through the skin, but now that it's
clear I see you've got a flared rim just like I do."
	"Like father, like son," I laughed. "I always thought
I had a handsome penis, and now I see that yours is
too." I kept sliding his slack shaft-skin up to
compress his rim, knowing it was full of sensitive
nerve endings. Matt was becoming glassy-eyed as his
excitement mounted. We were both excited, and our
pricks were secreting a lot of lubrication.
	"Your foreskin slides easier now, with all that
lube," he said. "You won't be able to keep a grip on
my skin once it gets wet. You'll have to rub your fist
right on the head." His breathing was faster and
shallower, and I knew he'd be blasting his load soon.
I stopped stroking him.
	"Take it easy, Matt. You're going to come too soon,"
I said. "When you get to be my age, you'll want it to
last. Getting there is half the fun." At my words,
Matt stopped stroking my penis too.
	"Let's take a breather, Matt. Just slow down and
we'll start again in a minute or two."
	"It's so exciting, doing this with you, Dad. It's our
first time, and I'm really hot."
	"Okay, we'll let nature take its course. Want to
start again?" Matt looked reflective for a moment
before answering:
	"Uh, Dad, there's something I was wondering about."
	"What, Matt?"
	"I always wondered what it would be like to have skin
over the head of my cock. Now yours looks long enough
so that my cock-head would fit inside it, even though
it's a big helmet just like yours."
	"Want to try it, Matt?" He nodded avidly. "It's
called docking, and sometimes cut guys find an uncut
guy with enough foreskin to do it with them. Uncut
guys do it too, because that's one way of getting off;
going head to head. Now lie down on the bed and face
me." We lay down facing each other, and adjusted our
positions until his helmet was right in front of mine.

	"Now just stay still for a minute and let me pull my
foreskin over that big fat helmet of yours." I placed
my foreskin's pucker just touching his tip, and began
stretching the edge of my hood over his head. "That's
a really nice head on your penis," I commented. "It's
a sexy purple, and I saw it getting darker as you got
more excited." Now I had his glans completely engulfed
in my thick fleshy hood, and I clamped my thumb and
forefinger behind his rim.
	"There, that's going to keep it in place."
	"What now?" he asked.
	"Now I'm going to massage your big sexy helmet
through my foreskin," I said as I began working the
thumb and forefinger of my other hand around his glans
through the foreskin. I sensed his entire body
tensing.
	"I think you're going to make me come," he said in a
strained voice.
	"I'm sure I will, Matt. This is a new sensation for
you, and just knowing that you've got foreskin on that
big head of yours is giving you a psychological
thrill." I tightened my grip, knowing that he wouldn't
last long no matter what I did.
	"Oooooh, I'm so close..." His voice trailed off.
	"I know you are Matt. I can feel your helmet through
my foreskin, and it's lost that spongy feel. It's
harder now that your close to shooting."
	"Oooohhhh..." he moaned again.
	"Just let it happen, Matt. Let yourself go and shoot
your load into my foreskin." Matt's body was very
tense, and I knew he was right on the brink.
	I heard his cry of joyful agony as I felt his hot
hard helmet throb against mine, an instant before he
flooded my foreskin with his thick hot cream. He
thrust his helmet against mine as he spewed another
load into my fleshy sac, and I felt the hot cream
swirling around the rim of my helmet. Matt's orgasm
was in full force, and he grunted loudly and
mindlessly as he filled my thick fleshy hood with his
life-fluid. 	Feeling my engorged helmet being bathed
in his fluid had brought me to the edge, and now when
his glans throbbed again this triggered my orgasm. My
eyes closed as I sank into the nether world of
blissful sensations, moaning in pure joy as the frenzy
of orgasm wracked my body.
	Our bodies strained, locked together at our pricks,
spewing semen that distended my foreskin until the
excess began leaking around its edge under my
trembling, encircling fingers. Thick hot cream poured
onto the sheet between us, and we strained with the
fury of our discharges until we'd unloaded ourselves.
	Now we lay still, enjoying the silent fulfillment,
and dazed by the disorienting frenzy of our orgasms.
Matt spoke first:
	"Oh Dad, that was terrific. I didn't know it would be
like this."
	"Glad you enjoyed it, Son." I hugged him to me now
that our erections had subsided.
	"That was quick, I know, but I enjoyed it so much."
	"Now there's one thing for you to learn, Matt. The
first time might be too quick, but you're always
slower the second time around."
	"You mean we can do this again?" he exclaimed.
	"Sure, as soon as we rest up a little, I change the
sheet, and this time get a towel to catch our come
juice." His eyes glittered with anticipation as I
spoke.
	"Wow! That sounds good. I really want to dock with
you again, Dad."
	We did later that evening, enjoying a replay that
brought us both intense satisfaction.

	The end