Docking With Ed By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Ed was a casual acquaintance I'd known for years who owned a motel not far from me. He'd invited me to visit him so that he could show me his motel operation, and one afternoon, having nothing else to do, I accepted his invitation. He gave me the quick tour, and the last place we visited was the hotel's hot tub. "Want to soak with me for a while?" he asked. "It's very relaxing." "I love hot tubs," I replied. "Wish I had one at home." "Well, then let's get into it." "I don't have a bathing suit with me," I said. "Possibly you might have one to lend me." "No, I don't use a bathing suit. It's winter, and there's nobody around at this time of day, anyway. Come on in and strip." He led the way to his on-site apartment down the hall and in his bedroom we undressed quickly. Ed was about my age, 64, about the same height, 6'0", and with a similar slim build. He had thinning white hair and a square jaw, like me, but unlike me he wore glasses only for reading. We were both divorced, and had no current partners of either sex. Inevitably, our eyes dropped to each other's crotches. I saw that Ed's dick was about the same length and size as mine, three inches, measuring to the end of the bulging head. We were both uncut because when we'd been born, infant circumcision hadn't been as fashionable as it had later become. There the resemblance ended. While my long foreskin formed an inch long nipple beyond the glans, his was much longer, actually droopy and baggy, extending two inches beyond the end of his well-defined cock-head. His cock arced forward over a set of low hangers, while my sac was not as loose. He led me back to the hot tub room, and we slid into the hot water. The tub was large enough to hold a dozen people, but Ed sat close enough to me that our thighs touched, and I found the contact stimulating. We talked casually for a few minutes, letting the water's heat penetrate our bodies. "This is really relaxing," he said, placing a hand on my thigh. "Yeah, really is. I find it very comfortable." His hand slid up my thigh almost to my groin. I knew I had to reciprocate, as I was interested in whatever he had to offer, so I placed my hand on his thigh. I felt his fingers close around my cock and begin squeezing rhythmically. We'd gotten through the barrier and I became bolder. I slid my hand towards his body, feeling for the end of that long foreskin nipple, my fingertips tickling his ball-sac. I pinched the end between thumb and forefinger and began pulling outward, away from his body. "Your foreskin always been this long, or did you stretch it over the years?" I knew that the traction was stretching the nerve endings in his skin, producing erotic sensations. "I always had a long skin," he said, "but it wasn't always this long. I guess playing with it stretched it a bit. The last time I had a physical the doctor suggested getting it trimmed a little because he thought it was way too long." "What did you say?" I continued fingering his foreskin, now twisting it gently between two fingers. "I told him I was having no trouble with it, and even skinned it back to show him." Ed's fingers were exerting the same pulling on my foreskin as I'd done to his, and I felt the blood rushing into my cock. "I can get it back all the way too, no problem," I said. Now I'd begun squeezing the front of his glans through the loose skin, feeling it slide away from my fingers toward his body as I exerted pressure. I could tell his prick was also swelling, because I felt the head expanding through its fleshy sleeve. "I think we'd better get out of here and continue this in my place," he said. "We can't see our pricks with all the bubbles, and anyway I wouldn't want to shoot my cream into the water." He got up slowly, and I followed suit, noting that Ed's cock was now half-hard like mine. We dried off in the tub room before walking back to his apartment, where he again led me into his bedroom. My heart was pounding with excitement, and my half hard-on hadn't subsided at all. Neither had his, and I saw the bulk of his glans filling up about half the long droopy foreskin. "I can tell your tip stays covered even when you get hard," he said. "Naturally mine does, with a little excess." "That's the fun of having lots of skin," I replied. "You have a lot more to play with, and you get really long strokes when you slide it." Ed's fingers closed around the end of my prick again, gently squeezing the head through the thick foreskin. "Your skin is thicker than mine. Still, I can feel the shape of the head through it." As he spoke, my shaft became straight and the head swelled fully. I twisted Ed's hood gently and made his prick swell to full size as he spoke. Now our pricks were at full erection, allowing us to compare. I'd measured mine, and knew it was exactly six inches to the end of the glans, the foreskin forming a thick pucker beyond it, while Ed's seemed a fraction longer, with a well-defined helmet clearly visible through the hood. His shaft was slightly thinner than mine, which had a prominent vein running along the right side. Ed's veins were not very visible, buried inside his prick-skin. "Come on, let's sit down," he said as he positioned himself in the center of the mattress, with legs spread to give me full access to his crotch. I climbed onto the bed facing him, snuggled up closely so that our pricks were inches apart, and placed my legs over his thighs. I tickled the skin of his low hangers in my left hand, then cupped them as I continued to fondle his penis with my right. He still had an inch of foreskin beyond the rounded end of his glans, and I twisted and pulled on it, knowing he was enjoying the sensations. "Some guys don't like it when they find out I'm uncut," I said. These are always the cut guys, and they think a foreskin's dirty or something." "That's happened to me once or twice. In fact, my wife was like that too. She never liked my prick, I think, and she never sucked it." "That was no problem with my wife, but one girlfriend I had a few years ago just couldn't believe I hadn't been cut. She thought all men were cut, and it blew her mind that I was natural. That relationship lasted only a few days." "Frankly, I'm glad you're not cut. That way, I don't have to explain what a foreskin is, what it does, and all that." As he spoke, Ed began tensing the foreskin on my glans, sliding it back to bare a dime-sized section of the front dome. Now he was able to see my slit, and the way the lips pouted to form a teardrop shaped opening. "Nice hole you're got there," he said as he slid the skin forward again, engulfing my glans. He pushed it away from him again, baring more of the big purple helmet. Now that he was fully hard, I began sliding his foreskin back, wanting him to enjoy the feeling of the foreskin's nerve endings being stretched by the big head, as he was doing to mine. "That's really nice, stretching my skin back slowly like that." I massaged the contours of his glans with my fingers as I slid his skin, compressing the nerve endings slightly, a light touch that I knew was far more erotic than a tight squeeze. I felt his glans throb, and the tips of my fingers cupping his balls felt a sharp contraction in his cock-root. Ed kept sliding my skin back and forth, baring more of the head each time, until he held it poised over my high flaring ridge. "Nice rim you've got there, like mine. Bet it feels really good when the skin slides over that." "Yeah, really sexy when you slide it," I whispered as I retracted his hood to the same position, barely encasing his flaring corona. I gave it a slight push to collect its folds behind the ridge, laying his glans bare to my gaze and touch. It glistened wetly in the soft light with a deep purple color that darkened towards the rim. At the rounded front end was a long slit that curved down almost to the cleft under the head. I pushed back harder on his skin, baring the groove to reveal the sexy flaring rim completely. Ohhhh, that feels so good when you stretch my skin down," he said as I continued holding the fleshy sleeve fully back, putting tension on his gee-string. I lifted his cock to examine how the two sides of the rim swept forward as they dropped to meet under the head, forming a wide triangular groove filled with tightly-stretched soft pink tissue that connected the head to the foreskin. "I can see you have no trouble pissing, or ejaculating, with that long slit," I commented as I slid my fingers up to pull apart the long lips. "I just don't get much lube now, and have to use artificial lube." "Don't worry, I'm the same way. I use Astroglide to lube my foreskin. Feels more comfortable when lubed. What kind you use?" "The same. Want some? I've got a bottle right here." He pulled open the drawer of his bedside table, withdrawing a squeeze bottle. He opened the nozzle and poured several drops on my glans, immediately pulling my foreskin upward to spread the viscous fluid. "Ohhh, that feels so good, makes the head feel warm when you pour it on," I replied. "Does the same thing to me," he said, pouring a small stream onto his big helmet. I immediately worked his long fleshy sleeve up to capture the lubricating fluid, feeling it slide more easily over the wet head. The skin drooped beyond the end, loose and floppy. "I'm glad you have that much skin," I said. "It really makes it easy to pleasure your dick." "You've got lots of skin too, but I bet it wouldn't go over my big head," He said. "I've got enough for both of us. Want to try?" "Oh, I'd love to." I slid forward so that the front dome of my head touched his droopy skin nipple. Ed pushed my foreskin back completely, then using the fingers of both hands, stretched the orifice of his foreskin wide enough to slide over my glans. Slowly he stretched his long fleshy sleeve over the front dome, then farther, until it engulfed my throbbing glans. The warmth of his foreskin excited me, and I quivered. "Really turns you on?" he asked rhetorically. "You're got enough skin to dock some guys but with that big helmet, I bet you've never been docked before, have you?" I nodded, relishing the sensation of Ed's long foreskin caressing the nerve endings in my hard glans as his fingers worked it up and down the head, then twisted it gently to create even more subtle feelings. "That makes my prick feel good," I said. "I'm really glad we got together like this." I cupped his sac while his fingers continued to tease my glans with his foreskin, fueling my excitement. "Want me to make you come inside my skin?" he asked. "Maybe we can come together." "That would be nice, but we'd have a hard time synchronizing," I replied. "That's hard to do even when jacking each other." "I know. I'd have to try to match you, maybe hold back, or try to speed up, and I don't know if we could do it." "Yeah, anyway trying to match you would break up my concentration, and it wouldn't be as hot as I'd like it. Maybe we ought to go like this until one of us is ready to come, then work on him." "You mean come one after the other?" "Yeah, exactly. If I try to make you come with me, having orgasm at the same time would distract me. When I come, I can't think. I just dissolve. My mind gets numb, and I can't really pay full attention to making you come." "Okay, let's see how it goes, then whoever's ready first, we'll make him come." "That's better. Then when I make you come, I won't be distracted, and I'll be able to concentrate on what's good for you." I knew I was close, and I think Ed sensed it too. "I think you'll be the first. Just let yourself go, and have at it. I want to feel you shoot inside my skin anyway." Ed began to pump his foreskin faster over my swollen glans. I felt the sensations build up, beginning with a sharp tickle in my rim where his fingers were stroking it through the skin. The rest of my cock-head began to tickle, and I felt the glans swell harder, fuller, as my arousal mounted. "I can feel you getting hotter now. The head's swelling even more, and it's getting harder, just like mine when I'm about to come." "Yeahhhhh..." I muttered as the tickling feeling turned into a hot tingle, filling my cock-head with sensation. I was right on the edge and my eyes closed involuntarily. "You're right there. Your eyes just closed, and I'm sure your tip's all hot and tingly. That's what happens to me too." I barely heard him because my mind was withdrawing from the outside world as I centered my focus within myself. "HAHHHH! HAHHHH! HAHHHH!" I cried out helplessly as the force of the orgasm overwhelmed me, and I felt my cock-root contracting sharply. A hot gush burst from my cock-root and ran up my tube, burning me like hot lava, and erupted into Ed's foreskin, squirting hard against his swollen tip. My prick gushed again as I tumbled through the free-fall of orgasm, bathing Ed's glans with the fiery liquid. The juice was now swirling around my throbbing tip, trapped inside Ed's foreskin, and I felt another load building up as my crotch muscles tensed. It pumped from my prostate and burned its way up my throbbing prick to fill his foreskin to overflowing. When I regained full consciousness and opened my eyes, Ed was staring intently at me. "Man, I was watching your face while you were coming. I could feel your big tip throbbing against mine, and you just flooded my foreskin with cream. You were really into it, the hottest orgasm any guy's had inside my skin." "Yeah, I was really out of it," I said weakly. "I just was shooting, and shooting.... "Yeah, I could feel you shooting, right against my tip. Do you normally shoot or dribble? At my age, I mostly dribble." "Me too," I replied. I only shoot when I'm really excited." "Well, you were really excited then. I felt your spunk shoot against my tip, and I know you weren't just dribbling. I felt every hot squirt." Ed pushed himself away from me and my glans slipped out of his foreskin, dripping white residue that wet the sheet beneath us. He got up to get a towel and returned while wiping the drip from his hood and then he sopped up the cream dripping from my cock. "That was a hell of a load you shot," he said as he milked my prick down to gather the last drops. His prick was still fully hard, with the long foreskin drooping over the end. "I almost came just watching and feeling you come against my cock-head." "I'm glad you didn't. Now I can make you come, and watch you. Just lie back, and give me the towel." I spread it over his stomach and chest, carefully placing his rigid staff on top of it. Now I began sliding his copious, luxuriant foreskin in long strokes over the big head, watching his face settle into an expression of bliss. "That feels good, just keep on doing it," he said as I massaged the long sleeve of skin over the big glans. "You're nice and wet inside, and I'm going to do you a little differently, the way a buddy did me a few years ago." I began skinning him back with one hand, gathering the long fleshy hood in thick folds behind his cock-head, then began massaging the naked glans with my fingertips. He shuddered at the sharp sensation of my fingertips directly on his sensitive cock-head, and drew a sharp breath. "AH! AH! AH! Yikes! That was like an electric shock!" he said. "That touch is going to make me come in no time." "No it won't. You'll feel like you're about to come, like you can't hold back, but it'll take a minute or two." His penis jerked in my hand. I continued to run my fingertips over the compound curves of his glans, exploring the flaring rim, working along the broad upper surface, then running my fingers underneath to pluck at the tense gee-string. He began quivering, and I saw his stomach muscles tighten. "AH! AH! AH! AH!" He continued to yelp, overcome by the sharp sensations. I knew exactly what he was feeling, as this had been done to me several years ago. I continued, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into his glans, and he kept yelping. "I'm keeping my fingertips moving to avoid tiring out any nerve endings. Your uncut tip's sensitive, like mine, and I don't want to dull the sensations by sticking to one area." My fingertips ran up the back face of his flaring rim, and I saw the head begin to turn darker purple. The rim was almost black now, and I knew each touch on it was sending messages of pure joy into his fevered brain. He was already primed for orgasm from having made me come, and I knew it would take very little to pitch him over the edge. His shaft continued jerking in my hand, and I saw his legs begin to tremble as the sensations mounted. Clear fluid parted the lips of his long slit, adding to the lubrication. The extra lube also softened the sensations, helping me to keep him right at the edge. I wanted him to enjoy the moment of delicious anticipation as long as possible, and I lightened my touch, knowing that he was still on the way to his peak. His hands contracted into fists, and I saw his eyes close. "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" his cries became very loud as the orgasm broke over him like a huge wave, sending him spiraling into a limbo-like state. A thick rope of cream jetted from his slit onto his chest as his cock throbbed hard under my fingers. His hips bucked and he cried out again in agonized ecstasy as another long stream erupted from his dark wet throbbing tip to arc over his chest. His jaw was clenched and his eyes screwed tightly shut as the hot and mind-numbing sensations spread from his prick all over his body. I pulled back on his cock-skin to stretch his sensitive gee-string, the hot spot under the dark throbbing glans, and watched the effect. He yelped again as his cock-root pumped again, and another jet shot through his slit and fell onto his stomach. Another gush slammed through the lips of his slit to land where the previous one had. Now the streams changed to a pulsing dribble as he emptied himself. I knew that at this point his tip would become super-sensitive, and I removed my fingers, still holding his skin back to let the flow continue unobstructed from his hot throbbing glans. The dribbling changed to a thin ooze and he opened his eyes, looking up at me. I smiled down at him, happy that I'd been able to produce such an intense orgasm. "That really shook me," he said, dazed from the orgasm that had just wracked his body. "More than that," I said. "Look at the towel. You didn't dribble, you shot jets. Look at the cream on your chest." He looked down at the towel covering his chest, studying the pool of ejaculate that was soaking into the towel. He looked up at me again. "Yeah, that's what made it feel like I was exploding. I haven't shot like that in years." "Well, you did this time. Your tip was throbbing so hard I thought it would burst." "Yeah, and you did it to me. I didn't think I could come that hard." He lay his head back onto the bed and closed his eyes again as I began cleaning him up. I wadded the towel, gathering up his fluids, and began dabbing at the big tip of his cock, shrinking while still covered with cream. I knew he was very sensitive, so I avoided wiping, just lightly dabbing to absorb the fluid. When I'd gotten most of it off, I rolled his foreskin forward to encase the now shrunken glans, stretching it out to full length so that it wouldn't roll back and bare the sensitive tip. Then I lay down beside him. After a time, we got up and showered, carefully skinning back to rinse the residue from our cock-heads. The hot water made us want to pee, and I pinched the end of Ed's long nozzle shut, trapping the stream to make the sleeve swell. Ed's thumb and index finger grasped the end of my hood, and my foreskin swelled as his was doing. The warm fluid rinsed the creamy residue from my helmet and foreskin. Then we let go, watching our thick yellow gushes pour down the drain. I skinned back his long hood to let the shower's hot water flow over the sensitive head, rinsing away the residue, then pulled it forward to encase it again. Ed did the same to mine, and then turned off the water. It was clear that we'd have another session soon, but first we had to rest.
The End