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.
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