Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 09:25:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Docking with Ed, Adult Friends, 1/1

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