Docking with Bill
MM WS
By Jack Santoro
After my first experience with Bill, I saw him again a few times. Whenever he came to town he stayed with me. One Saturday he arrived and we got undressed immediately, as we both looked forward to sharing orgasms.
Bill's circumcised six-incher had a small red head, and this time after we'd worked ourselves up to fully hard, I saw him eyeing my prick intently.
"Looks like you're measuring it with your eyes," I said. "You already know it's about six, like yours."
"I'm measuring your foreskin. You've got a longer one than most guys I've seen."
"Yeah, it's pretty long," I said. "Even hard, it covers the head completely. You've already seen how it forms a nipple when it's soft."
"I'm just wondering if the head of my dick would fit inside that long skin. You ever dock?"
"No, never did. You mean putting your head inside my hood?"
"Exactly. I'd love to feel that warm skin around my head. Never knew what it's like to have skin, since mine was cut when I was a baby."
"Let's try it," I said. We eased around on the bed to face each other, and put our pricks tip to tip. Bill's hardness pressed against mine, and I felt his pulse through our cocks.
"Now see if you can stretch your skin out a bit," he suggested. I grasped the edges of my foreskin between two fingertips and eased it forward. I stretched it beyond the end of my hard purple head and covered his glans with it, holding it in place behind his rim.
"Wow, that feels good," he said. Bill thrust his hips forward slight and I felt his small tip slide over the top of mine, stretching my foreskin out.
"It's really nice to feel your tip against mine, inside my skin." I massaged his rim with my thumb through the thick skin, drawing a deep sigh of pleasure from him as his body quivered.
"Man, that's really reaching me," he said. "The way you slide your skin over my rim really turns me on." I was flicking my thumb rapidly over my foreskin, on his rim, caressing his nerve endings. His hard tip made a distinct bulge in my foreskin along the top as he thrust it deeper into my hood. I felt the underside bulge of his glans against my sensitive nerve endings.
"Hell, I can feel the lube traveling up my tube. I'm just leaking like a sieve," he continued. I felt the wetness seeping from his tip, lubricating the two heads and the enveloping foreskin.
"Glad this is turning you on," I said. "Feeling your tip sliding over mine is making me very hot."
"You're probably going to shoot before me," he said. "Uncut guys are more sensitive." Now his prick was thrusting deeply into the fleshy envelope as he bucked his hips. I saw that his low-hangers had drawn tightly against his body. My fingers cupped his balls, fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind them.
"OOOHHH, that feels good," he said as my fingertips dug into the urethra behind his balls. I felt his hard tip throb against mine.
"You're really worked up. So am I." I saw the outline of his tip distending my foreskin, moving back and forth inside it.
"Here it comes^" he muttered as his eyes closed. I'd been trying to relax, not to bring my orgasm on before he climaxed, and I knew I'd succeeded. His tip throbbed hard against mine, and he yelled in joy as the full fury of his orgasm swept over him. A gush of hot sperm splashed against my ridge, washing over it, running into the groove behind it, as he tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. My cock-root throbbed, and I knew I was on the brink myself.
"Me too," I cried out as a heavy contraction gripped my cock-root. A thick gush of hot fluid burned its way up my tube, meeting his next torrent. My eyes closed, and I didn't see my foreskin swelling with our juices, but I could feel it stretching as his hot juice filled the groove behind my flaring rim.
I felt his body strain against mine as another hot gush poured from his tip, engulfing my cock-head in its viscous wetness. My prick responded by shooting another stream of hot cream against the front of his cock, trapped in my fleshy envelope. His hot tip stabbed into my foreskin, hammering my glans with its throbs as he shot again and again. I was moaning loudly, matching his helpless cries, as our orgasms dissolved us and turned us into masses of writhing flesh.
Now I felt the sticky, slippery fluid running over my fingers, loosening my grip on my foreskin. I opened my eyes to see my hood draw back from his red tip, which was coated with white. Bill's eyes opened and he absorbed the hot scene as his orgasm wound down.
"Man, once your prick started shooting into my skin, I lost it," I said breathlessly. "That was really hot! If we'd been standing, my knees would have buckled." Our cream was drooling from my foreskin and the end of his prick onto the sheet. Bill grasped his prick at the base and began milking the residue from it.
"Here, let me," I said as I pressed a fingertip under his balls, probing for his urethra to milk it forward. Bill's finger found mine and pressed it forward to bring my remaining drops to the end of my prick. His other hand skinned me back and we both watched as my naked wet glans seeped its hot drool onto the sheet.
"I need a shower after this," he said, his hot body covered with a sheen of sweat. We got up and moments later were standing under the hot shower. We soaped each other, running our hands lovingly over our bodies.
"I've gotta pee," I said. "Watch this." As Bill's eyes dropped to my crotch I slipped my foreskin forward over the head and pinched the tip shut. Then I relaxed my crotch muscles and felt the hot gush of pee filing my foreskin, making it bulge.
"Hey, let me!" Bill said frantically as he held his now soft cock against the end of my foreskin. I relaxed my grip and Bill grasped the edges of my hood, distending it to slip over his glans. The hot stream of urine washed over his prick, his fingers, and his scrotum as he fitted the long foreskin over his prick.
Mine was still flowing when he let his flow begin, and I felt the strong stream pouring into my foreskin, drilling into the groove behind my head, as it washed all the residual juices from both our tips. The yellow fluid poured from the end of my hood, washing over his prick and bells. We leaned against each other, connected by our cocks, until we were totally drained.
We slowly disengaged, feeling the shower's jets pouring over our bodies. Bill pushed my foreskin all the way back to rinse my purple glans, locking it behind my high flaring rim. Then he pulled it forward to cover my tip, with the overhang extending beyond it.
"Yeah, I really like your foreskin," he said. "You can do so much with it."
"Well, I'll share it with you any time you want," I replied. Bill leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"I'll hold you to that."
The end