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