Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 06:41:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Tool, Masturbation, 1/1

Small Tool
Another Fantasy
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd been feeling an itch under my foreskin all
morning, and after a light lunch lay back in my
recliner with some paper towels for another
masturbation fantasy. In real life, I'd almost never
had the opportunity to dock another guy, because my
glans is so big and fills my long and rubbery
foreskin. I closed my eyes and imagined running into a
new neighbor at the post office. I stroked my foreskin
lightly as I fantasized, dulling the itch in my ridge.
      Mitch was 23, as he'd revealed, quite a bit
younger than my 61, and was exactly the same height,
six feet. He had thick brown hair, in contrast to
mine, which had thinned and turned gray. We both wore
glasses, but mine were trifocals.
It was a hot summer day, and he was covered in sweat
from his morning run. After buying his stamps, he
waited for me, as I was in line right behind him, and
we walked back together. The way he looked at me made
me wonder if we might become closer together that day,
and when we reached my house, half a block before his,
I invited him in.
      "We're both hot," I said. "Let's take a dip in
the pool."
      "I don't know if this will work as a bathing
suit," he said, pointing to his running shorts.
      Doesn't matter," I said. "There's a high fence
around my yard and I'm going in naked." I began to
strip off my clothes and saw him do likewise. We stood
studying each other for a moment before I turned and
led the way out to the pool. I'd noticed that his cock
was uncut, about the size and shape of my little
finger, and formed a straight taper to the end. There
was no visible glans bulge, and I wondered how big it
became when erect. We sank into the water, and after
splashing around for a few minutes, sat on the edge
together.
      "You're not circumcised either," he commented,
inclining his head at my crotch. That was very
obvious, as my long foreskin bulged over the outline
of my cock-head and formed a nipple beyond the end.
      "How did you avoid getting clipped?" I asked.
"Most guys your age get it automatically when they're
born."
      "Well, the doctor took one look at my cock and
told my parents there was so little there that if he
cut anything off it wouldn't be much left. As a kid,
all I had was foreskin, with almost nothing inside.
Even now, I don't have much."
      "How much do you have when it gets hard?" I
asked.
       "Less than most other guys. Barely five
inches," he answered. I noticed his cock had begun to
stir, as had mine when we'd begun discussing cocks.
      "It works okay, doesn't it?" I asked. "You can
make it hard, and have an orgasm, right?"
      "Oh, yes, no problem with that. When I come, I
shoot a lot, a big load, and it feels as good as
anyone else's. I just wish it were bigger for looks,
that's all. I hate being the smallest guy in the
locker room. I almost didn't strip down this morning
because I wondered what your reaction would be." We'd
almost dried off by evaporation by now, and as I got
up, Mitch followed me into the bedroom. I looked right
at him.
      "I'd love to watch you shoot," I said. Our cocks
were half-hard now, and I was almost certain he'd
agree. He did, sitting down beside me and rolling my
foreskin nipple between two fingers. I grasped the end
of his foreskin between thumb and index finger and
began rolling it, feeling the hidden glans swell under
my touch. Both cocks were hard now, and Mitch began
testing my foreskin, pulling back lightly to uncover
the front of the head. The big dome, parted by a
shapely teardrop shaped hole, came into view. My heavy
and musky foreskin aroma filled the air.
      "I love the smell of your cock," he said.
"Reminds me a lot of my own. So sexy."
      "Yours skin back all the way?" I asked. When he
nodded, I pulled his hood back enough to uncover the
head. I saw it was a nice thimble shape, with a small
slit at the front. I skinned it back all the way to
reveal a small ridge, framed by the thick ring of
foreskin behind it. His tip was bluish purple, not
quite as dark as mine, and it was wet and shiny.
      "Yours smells nice too," I commented as I
touched it lightly with my fingertip, and he gasped
and shrank back.
      "Sensitive, isn't it?" I queried, as I replaced
the foreskin over his tender tip. Mitch nodded, and
gave my tumescent cock a squeeze. He pulled my
foreskin all the way back to expose by high flaring
ridge, and looked at me inquiringly before touching
it.
       "Go ahead. It's not as super-sensitive as
yours," I said, and he ran the tip of his finger
around the rim, then touched the deep groove behind
it. That felt really erotic, and I sighed in pleasure.

      "It would be nice if we could jack off tip to
tip," he said, looking longingly at my cock. I noted
that his cock stood out at 90 degrees from his body,
like mine, and then the thought struck me. His cock
was small enough to dock! Lots of guys write about
docking, but in practice, it's almost impossible to
dock a cock like mine, with its big head. Likewise, my
bulging glans leaves little room for another, even
inside my spacious foreskin.
      "Ever dock with a guy?" I asked.
      "I heard of it, but never did it," he replied.
      "Well, your cock looks like it will fit inside
my foreskin. Want to try it?" Mitch nodded avidly.
      "Let's lie down facing each other," I said, and
we arranged ourselves on the bed. He skinned his prick
back again until the foreskin stretched out flat along
his shaft, while I grasped my long hood and stretched
the opening to fit over his glans. Slowly, I draped it
over his thimble, then clasped it behind his ridge.
His cock-head was now totally engulfed inside my hood,
making a definite bulge on top, as it rode over the
broad upper surface of my glans. His cock-head felt
very smooth against my tender tip, and I saw his eyes
blaze with excitement.
      "That feels terrific," he exclaimed. "I've never
felt anything like it in my life." I pumped my cock
gently against his, feeling the twin lobes of his
glans slide wetly over the top of my swollen
cock-head, and I heard his breathing deepen. We were
both very aroused, but what happened next surprised
me. Mitch closed his eyes, threw his head back, and
gave out a cry of anguish as his cock-head throbbed
hard inside my hood. I felt a hot gush swirl around my
swollen tip as his orgasm swept over him. I felt his
small but rock-hard tip throb against mine, and gush
another torrent. Mitch was shooting man-sized loads
from his diminutive penis. His hot cream washed over
my tender tip, and my excitement peaked. My cock-root
throbbed and shot a torrent of cream that burned its
way up my tube before pouring out under my foreskin to
mix with his. It felt like gallons of cream were
pouring out through my throbbing cock as I matched him
gush for gush.
Mitch had had a "premature ejaculation" big-time, and
his excitement had swept me along with it. Our bodies
strained against each other as we groaned and cried
out, the delicious agony of orgasm flowing over us. My
eyes were closed, but I felt my foreskin bulge with
the load of cream, and the excess leaked out around
Mitch's shaft. I think we emptied ourselves completely
before our sensations faded and we returned to Earth.
      "WOW! That was the hottest orgasm I ever had! I
didn't think it was possible. I was just in there a
few seconds and my cock exploded," he said in awe as
he lay next to me.
      "Yeah, it was awesome," I agreed. "You really
came, and made me explode too." The room slowly
vanished, and I found myself in my recliner, paper
towels on my stomach, pools of cream cooling on the
rough paper, and my big purple glans wet with semen
and other secretions. Mitch and his small but powerful
cock were fading into memory, but I'd had a tremendous
orgasm.

The end