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Docking with Rich

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Docking with Rich by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Rich and I awoke next morning, having had a long restful sleep after a good dinner and a very satisfying session of mutual masturbation. We were both hard because our bladders were full, causing Rich to comment; “Really, our pricks look like twins, same size, same shape, except that yours still has its foreskin. That skin is a real turn-on for me.” He began fingering my foreskin, drawing it back slightly along the swollen and glossy head. “Yours is very nice, too. You have a perfect helmet-shaped head, with an upturned rim just like mine.” I ran a fingertip lightly along Rich’s corona, gently caressing the nerve endings, and then squeezed the head between thumb and forefinger. “Hey, that made my cock-root throb,” he said. He pushed my foreskin back enough to expose half the helmet. “Even your slit’s like mine. It swells to a teardrop shape when you get hard.” “I noticed that. I can look right down your slit. It looks really sexy.” I continued to squeeze Rich’s glans rhythmically, knowing that it heightened his excitement. Meanwhile his fingers pushed back my hood to bare the entire head. “I really like that foreskin. Do you think it’s big enough for my head to fit inside?” “I know what you mean, Rich; docking. Lots of guys talk about it, but actually not many have done it.” “I guess that’s because foreskins are so scarce in this country,” he replied. “Not just that, Rich. Lots of guys have short foreskins that don’t even cover their heads when they get hard. Some guys’ foreskins don’t cover the head fully even when they’re soft.” “Yours seems long enough, though. It really covers the helmet.” “Yes it does, but my helmet’s as big as yours. That leaves no room for another one, unless it’s very small.” “You have docked, though, haven’t you? How did you do it?” “Well, one guy had a small head on his penis, like a little acorn. He fit perfectly into the end of my foreskin. Most of the time, though, I have to take it in when I’m soft. When my head swells, it takes up most of the room, like now. Since it’s really hot to feel another guy’s head inside my hood, I always get hard when I try it. The only way I can dock a guy is if I’ve just come.” “I understand. I guess I’ll have to make you come before I can get in there.” His fingers lovingly encircled my thick foreskin collar, nudging it forward over the swollen rim. I felt the strain as my thick fleshy collar expanded to slide over my flaring corona, compressing its nerve endings, until it slid forward down the slope of my glans to engulf it totally. Meanwhile, I’d shifted my grip on Rich’s penis, grasping it around the shaft. His scar ring was about half an inch behind his corona, and I encircled it with thumb and forefinger, bringing the slack shaft skin forward to bump against his prominent corona. “Does this do something for you?” I asked. “Yes it does, but it would feel even better if you lubed me and stroked me wet.” He reached for a bottle of oil on his bedside table and poured a copious amount on his penis and my fingers. I worked it into his sensitive tissues, watching the light in his eyes as the sensations reached deep inside him. “Like this?” I asked, perhaps unnecessarily. “Oh, yes, and it’ll feel even better when I’m inside your foreskin. I’ve sometimes stroked myself with a condom to simulate a foreskin, and that never failed to turn me on powerfully. It’s especially nice when I come, because the feel of the hot cream flowing around the head is really hot.” “I know what you mean. I sometimes pinch the end of my foreskin shut during orgasm, and the hot juice running all around the head feels so good for me.” “Well, you’ll feel my hot juice running around your helmet a bit later. Can you imagine anything hotter than that?” “Actually, I can, Rich. A couple of weeks ago I docked with a guy who had an extra long foreskin that took us both hard, even though he had at least as big a head as mine. He came first, and at that moment our holes must have been perfectly aligned, because his first jet shot right down my tube. That triggered my orgasm, and we really were into it then.” “That must have been heavenly, Jack. I know that your hole pouts, just like mine, so it was already open when he shot his jet. If you’d had just a tightly closed slit the way some guys have, his juice probably wouldn’t have entered.” “I think you’re right. Anyway, since you’ve felt what fresh hot semen’s like around the surface of your head, you can imagine what it feels like when a burning hot jet of juice rams right down your tube.” “That’s a good description, Jack. I can almost feel it now. However, right now I’d like to taste you. I was thinking about that yesterday evening, but we didn’t do it then. If you don’t mind, I’d like to use my lips and tongue to bring you off now.” “That sounds really good, Rich. Let’s do it,” I said as I swiveled on the bed to a “69” position. I saw his bold purple glans inches in front of my eyes, the teardrop shaped orifice staring at me. “I love the odor of your penis,” he said as he inhaled deeply. “It’s so masculine, so rich…..” His tongue flicked out to probe into the pucker of my thick foreskin. I lapped at his pouting slit with my tongue-tip. “This does something for you, doesn’t it?” I asked. With my face in his crotch, I could smell the delicious sweat of his balls. “Oh, it does, Jack,” he replied. “Now I’m going to taste your thick foreskin. I like the way your foreskin’s nice and thick. I’ve seen a couple that were thin, but they didn’t look as nice as yours.” I felt his tongue push deeply into my pucker until it pressed against the pouting meatus. “MMMMMMMMMM,” I murmured as the delicious sensation of his tongue tickling my glans shot through me. I ran my tongue around the crown of his head, caressing the nerve endings, then went down to hit the hot spot underneath. “That feels nice too. Is it okay if I stick my tongue in farther, or would that be uncomfortable?” “Go right ahead. Work your tongue all the way inside my foreskin. That stretches the nerve endings.” I felt his thick tongue probe farther as I spoke, and its tip caressed my swollen corona. “I love the taste of your glans and the way it feels on my tongue,” he said. “It’s so smooth, so warm…..” His tongue was now working all around the perimeter of my glans, lapping the corona, and then pushing farther into the groove behind it, sending pulses of delight shooting into my penis. “Oh, that feels so good, Rich, because your tongue’s nice and thick,” I said. Now I opened my mouth to take his turgid glans all the way into my mouth, locking my lips behind the flaring corona and tickling the pouting meatus with my tongue-tip. Rich groaned loudly. “Better go easy,” he warned. “If you make me come I won’t be able to dock with you.” “I wouldn’t mind your coming in my mouth,” I said as I momentarily pulled back from his beautiful erection. “If you’d rather come inside my hood, though, that’s fine with me.” “Yes, I’d rather come docked with you. All guys have lips and tongues, but not many have foreskins.” Rich resumed probing my hood with his tongue, aggressively probing deeply and caressing the nerve endings in my rim and groove. Now he stopped again and spoke: “Okay if I skin you back? That way, the entire head will be exposed, and I’ll be able to feel it throb inside my mouth when you let go.” “Go ahead, pull the skin all the way back. It goes back far enough to clear the rim and even the groove.” His warm fingers closed around my shaft about halfway down, drawing back the skin slowly. I felt my long tight foreskin stretching back over my big helmet, riding over the rim, then stretching back from the groove as Rich’s lips closed around the front dome of my glans. “Your skin stays in place once I get it behind the groove,” he said. “I guess that’s because your head’s got a thick ridge, like line.” “Yeah, it even stays in place when I don’t have a hard-on,” I explained. “See how there’s a bulge under the head?” “Yeah, that’s where the two sides of the rim meet underneath. I’ve got that too.” “The foreskin also catches on that bulge. Sometimes when I pee, I bring it back just halfway, to clear my slit, and it locks behind the bulge underneath.” “That sounds like fun,” he said as his tongue began to probe my pouting slit. “Oh, that feels nice, Rich. You keep doing that and you’ll have me coming soon.” I was working my tongue around the rim of his exposed glans, doing the grand tour that caressed the nerve endings of the periphery and the hot spot under the head. He had a deep triangular groove very much like mine where the two sides of the glans meet, and a gee-string that I strummed with my tongue-tip. I felt his penis throb in response. “Better stop, Jack. Working on your prick and foreskin is so exciting for me, and if you keep doing that I just might lose control.” I stopped sucking him, but kept my hold on his shaft, admiring the shapely contours of his purple glans. “You’ve got me hot too, Rich. I think I’ll be coming in less than a minute.” “I know you’re hot. I can feel it. Your tip got harder against my tongue, and the color’s darker too. I think both our tips get deeper purple just before we come.” He resumed sucking on my engorged glans, lips locking behind the corona. “Go ahead, Rich, do me. My tip feels so hard and swollen….” I trailed off, caught up in the sensations as Rich attacked my glans with renewed energy. His lips tightened around my swollen rim, and his tongue flicked between my pouting slit and the hot spot under the head. His fist tightened around the base of my shaft like a tourniquet, restricting the return blood flow and making my erection even harder. Rich began to hum as he worked his mouth around my glans, and the extra sensation pushed me over the edge. My eyes closed as the first hot shock of orgasm pounded in my cock-root. I felt the intense tickle of semen being ejected into my urethra as my prostate contracted, and the hot jet seared its way up my tube until it slammed through the lips of my pouting slit into Rich’s waiting mouth. I was floating, crying out helplessly, overwhelmed by the sensations as my body responded to his stimulation. I felt myself writhing, shuddering, and trembling as another hot jet poured from my throbbing helmet. Suddenly, Rich’s teeth scraped down the broad upper surface of my glans, and sent a ripple of sensation down my shaft to trigger another hot spasm. His tongue was strumming my gee-string, creating a hot tickle that spread through my sensitive tissues. My hips bucked as I cried out in joyful agony, and I floated in the ecstasy that he had created for me. My mind returned to full consciousness, aware that Rich had stopped sucking on my engorged glans, but was still holding my penis gently and licking at the drops still seeping from my slit. I opened my eyes to find his thick purple glans in front of my face, still engorged and still unsatisfied. “You really ejaculated,” he said. “Your big helmet was really throbbing against my tongue, and your cream felt hot. I had trouble swallowing it all.” “You made me ejaculate,” I riposted. “Your hot lips and talented tongue raped my penis.” “Yeah, and you loved every moment,” he laughed. “Yeah, I really loved it. Thanks for giving me such a hot come.” “Well, I had a selfish interest. I had to knock down your erection so that you could dock me,” he explained unnecessarily, still with a smile. My penis was starting to shrink as my erection subsided. “I love your smile, and I’ll really love docking that big tip of yours,” I said, staring into his dark brown eyes. Rich pulled my foreskin forward over my shrinking glans and then swiveled on the bed so that our groins were opposite each other and his hard glans touched the end of my foreskin. Now I grasped the edges of my foreskin pucker with the fingers of both hands, stretching it open. He thrust toward me, the dome of his helmet sliding into my foreskin and pressing against my shrunken tip. “Oh, that feels so nice,” he said. “I’ll really love being inside your foreskin.” He thrust slightly again, pushing the nose of his glans deeper into my outstretched hood. I eased myself forward, keeping my fleshy sheath stretched forward and out, intending to engulf his glans to the rim. “A little more…..” I said as I stretched my foreskin away from my body to take in the rest of his swollen helmet. Once the edge of my foreskin was beyond his corona, I clamped it in place with thumb and index finger, holding it in the groove behind his ridge. His glans felt warm against mine. “Oh, wow, I’ve always wanted to feel my head inside a foreskin,” he murmured as I began to stroke my hood gently over his engorged tip. “It feels so nice, so natural…..” “Just relax, Rich, and let me do the work. I want you to enjoy this to the fullest.” I worked my foreskin slowly over and around his engorged glans, keeping it encapsulated and caressing its many nerve endings. “I really love your foreskin, Jack, especially now that it’s over my cock-head.” He stared into my eyes as he said this, and I saw the depth of his feeling. “I’m glad to share my foreskin with you,” I said. Rich’s response was to kiss me solidly on the lips, a dry kiss, but full of affection. “Thanks, that’s really unselfish of you,” he said. “You’re a really lovely guy,” “I’m doing this because you’re really lovely,” I answered, keeping my fingers moving and stimulating his trapped tip. My other hand was cupping his balls, and I felt them already tight against his body. “You’re making me feel so good…” he said as his eyes closed. I felt his glans swell even more, hardening through my thick hood. “I know you’re close, Rich, and I want you to enjoy the sensations as long as possible. Just relax, and I’m going to slow down now. “I’m going to keep you on the edge as long as I can.” “Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” was his only reply, and I knew he was sinking into that mindless state that immediately precedes orgasm, when the mixture of pleasant sensations and anticipation of more suppresses conscious thought. He was trying to relax, but the insistent sensations in his engorged glans were driving him relentlessly towards his release. I knew his tip was hard and swollen, aching for the relief of orgasm, and I kept my strokes slow to avoid precipitating the explosion. His body nevertheless tensed, and now his hips began bucking slightly, the involuntary response to the friction inside my foreskin. His breathing deepened, and I knew he’d blow his load any second. His entire body shuddered and I felt his hot hard glans throb suddenly against mine as he cried out in blissful agony. I felt the pulse of his ejaculation in my fingers through my foreskin as the first hot torrent poured from his slit to bathe my glans in fiery liquid. He shuddered again and another hot jet shot against the front of my glans before spreading around its contours, pouring over my corona and filling the groove behind it. Rich was sobbing uncontrollably as the shocks of the orgasm dazed him, and I felt the repeated throbs in his penis as it ejected more jets to fill and distend my foreskin. The pressure of his hot cream made it ooze from between the edges of my hood and the flesh of his shaft. His breathing was now harsh and gasping, sucking air into his lungs as the orgasm consumed his body. His jets weakened and his shuddering subsided as he slid down the slope and returned to normality. His breathing slowed and became steady, and his cries stopped. The hot cream was oozing steadily from under my foreskin, running over my encircling fingers and down his shaft. I saw a thick string of white juice dropping from our joined cocks to the sheet underneath. Rich didn’t open his eyes until his penis was almost limp, and then he smiled at me as he spoke: “That was so intense, Jack, more than last night. I felt like my entire being was shooting out through my penis.” He kissed me again to punctuate his words. I’d let go of our pricks and hugged him tightly to me with both arms, stating our closeness without words. I felt his tongue push past my lips, running over my teeth and then twirling around my tongue. We held the kiss for at least a minute. Finally we disengaged. “I know your orgasm was intense, Rich. I felt your hot jets shooting inside my foreskin, and they felt really hot against my helmet.” “It wasn’t just physical, Jack, it was knowing that I was inside your skin.” “I know. I felt your big helmet throbbing inside my foreskin with each jet. You were pumping your cream into my foreskin and it felt hot around my head.” “It was so intimate….” “It was intimate for me, too, Rich. I felt your big tip throb inside my hood, felt your hot fluid all over my tip…..” There was nothing more I could say. “Thanks, Jack. I mean it, from the bottom of my heart.” Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him more tightly, before we headed for the shower.