Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 06:40:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Electro Docking, Adult Friends, 1/1

Electro Docking
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Michael had been introduced to me by a friend, and we
hit it off right from the start. The first day we met,
we were naked and jacking each other within two hours.
Michael was my age, 64, and an inch taller than my
6'2", but thinner. He was blond with blue eyes and a
thin face, while I had brown hair and eyes and a
square-jawed countenance.
Our groins were very different, as we saw the moment
we dropped our shorts. Michael had what people call
"low-hangers," a loose scrotum, while mine is tight
against my body. Our balls were average size, and both
our dicks were uncut. This wasn't unusual in our age
group, as only about half the boys were being
circumcised when we'd been born.
"We're lucky to be uncut," he said as he eyed mine.
"My parents were European, and didn't believe in
circumcision."
"Same here," I replied. "I'm really glad I didn't get
the knife when I was born. Lots of other kids did, and
some aren't happy about it."
Mine had a long foreskin, expanding over the big
bulging head, and forming an inch-long nipple in front
of it, but Michael was what I once heard a friend call
"verrrrry uncircumcised," with a long pendulous
foreskin extending two inches beyond his large helmet.

"Man, that's a hell of a foreskin," I exclaimed the
moment it came into view. "Even longer than mine." I
reached out and grasped the end of his long nozzle,
shaking it gently and watching the big head's bulge
move from side to side.
"Yeah, every time I get a physical the doctor stares
at it and asks me if I want it removed or at least
trimmed back. I always say no, because I worked long
and hard to get it this way."
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, I've had a long one since I was a boy, but when
I found out how nice a long foreskin is for jacking
and docking, I started stretching it. In bed at night,
I pull on it, stretching it out, and I stretch it
whenever I take a pee. I stretch it while watching TV,
pulling on the end, then putting my fingers inside it
to loosen it up." I could see the obvious effects, as
his foreskin was not only unusually long, but actually
baggy, with lots of room for another cock-head inside
it.
"I pulled on mine too," I said, "but not the way you
did. You've really got a lot of foreskin. You have any
problem skinning it back?" Michael demonstrated by
retracting his long hood to bare his big polished
purple helmet, remarkably like mine, with round front
dome and high flaring ridge. The ridge fascinated me,
because of its bulk and the sexy recurve that enhanced
the flare. The long foreskin settled in thick circular
folds behind his rim, and I skinned mine back to show
him my equipment. Mine formed a thick fleshy collar
behind the flaring rim, but it wasn't as thick as his.

The attention had gotten both of our dicks swelling,
and soon we were hard. I wrapped my fingers around his
shaft and eased his long hood forward, curious as to
how it felt to manipulate a hood that was much longer
than mine. Michael used two fingers to slip my skin
fully forward over the head. We sat on the bed,
continuing our jacking motions on each other's dicks,
until it was clear that we had to come.
"You've got me really worked up," he said. "Mine isn't
usually this hard." I saw, whenever I slipped his hood
back, that his seven-incher had a bigger head than
mine. It was the same shape as mine, fireman's helmet,
with round front dome expanding to a high purple ridge
with a sexy flare, and I'd noticed how it had been
very visible even when his cock had been soft. Its
outline had been clearly prominent even through the
baggy foreskin, and I'd wanted to see it bared
completely. Now it was naked, and I savored the eye
candy of his purple glans.
"I sometimes don't get all that hard, either, now that
I'm older. I've even had orgasms when my cock was only
half-hard." My six-incher was rigid with excitement,
his fingers sending hot thrills into my dick as he
slid my foreskin back and forth over the head.
"Ever use Viagra to jack off?" he asked. "I've used it
a few times, although I don't need it right now."
"I've used it too, but don't think it's really
necessary since I can get off without it being fully
hard. Anyway, I don't need any with you. This is
getting me really hot."
"I'm getting close, Jack," he warned. "Maybe we'd
better decide who comes first." Michael thought the
same way I did, that having our orgasms one after the
other was more intense and more fulfilling than trying
to attain the magic moment together.
"Since you're closer, I think you ought to go first,"
I said. "I want to watch your prick shoot, and watch
your face when you come." I wanted to do this with a
clear head, not dazed by a mind-numbing orgasm.
"Yeah, go ahead and do me," he whispered. "Want me to
keep you going while I shoot?"
"No, it's not necessary. Just lie back and enjoy the
fun." I pumped his foreskin in long strokes now,
watching the big glans swell and turn darker purple,
as Michael let his hand fall to his side, leaving my
hard prick swaying by itself. I skinned him back
completely, baring the hard edged corona, then pulled
his foreskin up to cover the ample glans again. His
breathing deepened, and then I saw his eyes close as
the first powerful throb filled his prick. His balls
were now tight against his body, and he wailed
helplessly as the first thick gush erupted from his
purple glans. I moved his foreskin all the way
forward, enclosing the end of his glans fully and
trapping the next gush completely.
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" he yelled as another wave of sensation
ran through him, and I felt the hard pulse of his
shaft as another jet coursed upward to ejaculate
inside his long hood. I pinched the end of his
foreskin with my other hand and watched it swell with
the torrent of fluid pouring into it.
His orgasm finally subsided, and when he'd recovered
and drained his foreskin into a towel, it was my turn.
I was so worked up from watching and feeling him come
that my erection was still fully hard.
"See?" I asked. "I don't need any Viagra since
watching you shoot kept my excitement up." He didn't
need to stroke my prick for long to make me howl with
joyful agony. My eyes closed as I felt the warm
foreskin sliding along my engorged cock-head, feeling
the hot tingle begin in my rim as my foreskin ring
rode back and forth over it.
"I can feel your tip getting harder through the skin,"
he said. "You're gonna come right now." My crotch
muscles contracted, sending a hot jet burning its way
up my prick, and I was totally helpless, tumbling into
the free-fall of orgasm.
The next time we met, we tried "69," enjoying the
aroma and taste of each other's uncircumcised cocks,
tongues probing deeply into each other's foreskins,
until we were both on the brink. His musky masculine
aroma invaded my nostrils, and I quivered.
It had been a busy day for me, and I'd showered
hurriedly, not pulling back my foreskin to rinse away
the secretions.
"I love your cheese," he said. "It's a rich masculine
taste, as well as odor."
"Glad you like it," I replied.
"I went first the last time. I think it's your turn
now," he said. I released his heavy-ended prick,
fascinated by his long pendulous foreskin, and let him
tongue mine, the tip of his tongue twirling around my
hot, sensitive glans, until my prick exploded in
orgasm. Then it was his turn, and I pushed my tongue
inside his long loose hood, caressing his hot tip with
my tongue, tasting his rich flavor. I pushed my tongue
in farther, probing deeply into his foreskin until I
reached the big corona. I felt the sharp edge of the
ridge, flaring in a sexy curve, and very sensitive. My
tongue-tip massaged the studded nerve endings in his
rim, then I withdrew, letting my lips caress the big
round front dome of his glans as my tongue flicked
across his slit. The glassy smooth texture of his
swollen glans was against my tongue, as I explored its
sexy contours.
I pushed forward, enveloping his big rounded
cock-head, as I pulled the long foreskin back to clear
it. Then I pulled my lips back, pushing his foreskin
up to cover the head, going faster now, then pushed
the foreskin back with my lips, alternately covering
and uncovering the beautiful head. The foreskin slid
back and forth very easily, letting the beautiful
helmet pop out at every stroke. My double action was
giving his engorged tip the deep satisfying massage it
craved, until I felt it harden beneath my lips as his
excitement reached the peak. I heard him cry out in
ecstatic agony, and felt the heavy pulse in his glans
as his hot cream poured out onto my waiting tongue,
then I swallowed frantically as his torrents of fluid
filled my mouth.
We'd planned to meet again in a week, and during the
early morning hours of the day we were to meet, I lay
awake fondling my prick and thinking of him. I
squeezed the head through its thick fleshy hood,
feeling the big glans sliding around inside its
protective covering, and thought of Michael's prick. I
didn't go to orgasm, as I wanted to save my fluid for
that evening's encounter, and went back to sleep.
The third time we got together Michael brought up
docking:
"We talked about this the first time, but haven't done
it yet. I'd really love to dock your big tip inside my
hood."
"I'd love it too, because I like to feel a guy's hot
tip throbbing against mine. I like to feel the hot
juice all over my head, because that really turns me
on. The hot cream always triggers my orgasm."
"Want to do it now?" he asked, searching deeply into
my eyes.
"Love to," I replied, "but I'm just wondering if you'd
like to try something else with it?"
"What?" he asked eagerly. I then old him about
something I'd kept secret for years, a private
practice of mine that I'd found enhanced masturbation
for me.
"I sometimes do electro-sex," I began. "A few years
ago I bought one of those electro-sex units, with a
lot of attachments, and I hook up and let go from time
to time."
"Yeah, I heard about those but never even thought of
trying it. I'd be scared of putting electrodes on my
prick. Is it dangerous?"
"I don't blame you if you don't want to stick your
prick in a light socket," I said, "but this isn't like
that. It's a little black box that puts out controlled
current, and it's adjustable. You can use just enough
current to feel a mild tingle, and you can work up to
more voltage. It works off a nine volt battery, so
there's no danger."
"Well, I'll give it a try," he said, "but lets back
off if it's too much for me." I went to my closet and
pulled down a small cardboard box from a shelf,
extracting the black plastic power unit and other
accessories, and set the box on the bed. I inserted a
twin lead into one of the sockets and showed Michael
the electrodes.
"When I'm alone, I put this one in the crack of my
ass. Then I put this one over the head of my cock and
pull the foreskin up over it to hold it in place. See
how it fits right over the head?"
"The electrodes come that way?" he asked.
"The one I put between my cheeks does, but I made the
cup for the head of my prick out of conductive epoxy.
I made a clay mold of my cock-head and painted the
conductive epoxy over it with a brush. It's a custom
job, and fits me perfectly."
"We going to use both types?" he asked.
"No, just two of the kind that go between your cheeks.
One is for you, and one for me. The idea is to set up
a path for the current, and it can go between the two
electrodes you put on yourself when you're alone, but
in this case the current will go between the ones we
put between our cheeks because we'll be connected by
our pricks. Now don't worry, I'll be getting the same
current as you, and I won't turn it so high that it's
uncomfortable."
Okay, let's try it," he said. Our pricks weren't hard
yet, only at half-mast, and I handed him one
electrode.
"Here, put some of this conductive jelly on it, and
slip it into your crack. Almost anywhere will do, but
I like it best when it touches my anus. That way, the
current causes it to contract with each pulse and the
current travels through my prostate gland." Michael
squeezed conductive jelly onto the electrode and
slipped it behind him while I did the same with my
electrode, making sure it was pressing against my
anus.
"Now we dock, to complete the circuit before I turn on
the power," I said. "We don't have to be hard for
this." We turned to face each other. He slipped his
foreskin back to uncover the head, and Michael pressed
his swelling cock-tip against mine. Then I pushed my
foreskin forward to engulf his glans right down to the
deep groove behind the ridge. He eased his long baggy
hood forward until it engulfed my fleshy sleeve,
extending beyond the outline of the ridge of my glans.

"Now what?" he asked.
"Now we try a steady low voltage to start." I hit the
"ON" switch and adjusted the frequency to the highest
setting. Slowly, I turned to power knob until I felt a
mild tingle in my prick.
"Feel that?" I asked. I knew he did, because his
expression had changed right at the moment I'd felt
the first tingle.
"Yeah, it feels funny, but nice. I guess now you'll
turn it up, right?"
Yeah, eventually, but right now I'm going to drop the
frequency. This'll give a very different feeling." I
turned the frequency knob to its lowest setting, until
it felt as if someone was going tap-tap-tap on my
glans, and looked at him.
"Feels like someone's tapping on my cock-head," he
said. "It's really different. Think we can come this
way, or are you going to turn up the power again?"
"I will, but also I'm going to make another
adjustment. This is the pulse setting. It turns the
current on and off, in short pulses, and I can adjust
the timing of the pulses. I'm also going to change the
frequency to one I found feels really hot in my
prick." I adjusted the settings and asked him:
"Now how does that feel?"
"Very nice," he replied. "I think both our pricks are
reacting to that." I saw what he meant. We were
getting hard, the covering skin on our joined pricks
stretching to accommodate the increased length and
bulk of our swelling cock-heads.
"Okay, now for a little more power^Å." I said as I
turned the knob. The pulses increased in intensity,
and now our cocks were jerking strongly with each
pulse.
"Wow! I can feel that right down to the root of my
cock," he said. Our pricks kept swelling, and I felt
the big head of his swollen prick pressing against the
front of mine under our foreskins.
"The pulse feature makes our muscles contract, and
that really builds up our excitement," I explained.
"Now I'll turn it up another notch and you'll feel a
different sensation." I turned the power knob
clockwise and felt the strength of the pulses
increase.
"That's really different," he said. "It feels like a
big hand's squeezing my prick all the way down to the
base."
"That's because the pulses are making the muscle in
the skin of your prick contract. The skin on our
pricks has a layer of smooth muscle, an extension of
the skin of our balls. That sheet of muscle tightens
up in cool temperatures, and that's what draws our
balls up tight against our bodies when it's cold. You
probably noticed your prick contracts in cool
weather."
"Yeah, my prick always shrinks when it gets cold. That
tightening and loosening really feels good." Our
pricks continued to jerk visibly was we spoke.
"The pulses make the skin of your prick contract, even
your foreskin. Feel it tighten over the head?"
"Yeah, that really feels funny, but nice. I guess it
makes your foreskin tighten down over mine too,
right?"
"Oh, yes. I can feel my foreskin tightening with each
pulse." I, too, felt as if a giant but gentle hand
were clasping my prick along its entire length,
alternately squeezing and releasing it.
"I never felt anything like this," Michael said. "It
feels like every nerve in my prick's being tickled."
"Yes, that's because the current travels along your
prick, affecting both the nerve endings and the nerves
themselves. Feel your anus tightening too?"
"Yeah, I can feel that. It's like getting stroked all
over, even deep inside." I could see that Michael was
enraptured by the pleasant sensations, his anxieties
all gone, as the hot sensations in his prick captured
his attention.
"It feels the same for me. We can go all the way to
orgasm with this." I knew that the pulses would draw
the orgasms from our cocks, although I wasn't sure
we'd come at the same time.
"How did you get on to this?" he asked.
"A friend of mine showed me his, and it was so nice I
decided to buy one for myself. He was cut, and his
prick wasn't as sensitive as mine. He told me that the
pulses stimulated all the nerves in his penis, even
those that led to his missing foreskin. He said that
even though he didn't have the foreskin nerve endings
any more, the current stimulated the nerves in the
shaft, and he felt more sensation than he ever had
when just stroking."
"I can relate to that," he said. "When I jack, I get
stimulated by the skin rubbing over the head, mainly
the rim, if I use short strokes, but this is hitting
me all over my prick, even down to the root."
"Same here. I use it for no hands jacking. Even though
I never touch my prick, I feel the sensations all
over." I'd done this many times, gradually increasing
the power level, sending exciting electric pulses into
my groin, feeling them course from my anus to my
throbbing tip, until my entire body was shuddering in
the throes of electrically-induced orgasm.
"Really don't need Viagra now," Michael continued. "My
cock's so hard that it's ready to burst. I can feel
yours inside my skin too, and it's throbbing too. Can
you turn the power up just a little more?" I turned
the knob slightly and felt the comforting increase in
sensation. The big hand firmly squeezed my entire
prick once a second, letting go only to bear down
again with its comforting pressure a second later.
"Now it feels like the skin's tightening right behind
the head," Michael said. "It' like a thick rubber band
squeezing my rim and the groove behind it. It's making
me really hot."
"Yeah, I can see your balls are tight against your
body, and your tip feels hard against mine." I inched
the power up another notch, and saw Michael's legs
begin to tremble, jerking slightly with each pulse. My
stomach muscles were contracting in time to the pulses
as the current built up my excitement. Now I increased
the pulse setting, and the pace became more rapid,
driving us towards orgasm.
"I think it won't be long now," he said. "It's going
faster, and I can feel it building up deep inside." I
knew what he meant, as I was feeling the same
tightening in my groin that did not relax when the
current switched off between pulses. I turned the
pulse knob slightly clockwise.
"OOOOHHHH! That really gets to me," he muttered
through clenched teeth. I knew we were both close,
awaiting the thundering release the pulses would bring
in another minute. Our cocks were jerking hard inside
their fleshy covering, and I felt a drop of lubricant
crawling up my tube.
"Now I'll go higher, and this might do it for us," I
whispered, barely able to get the words out because my
mind was focused on the compelling sensations in my
groin. I inched the knob to higher power, and the
contractions increased. I watched Michael's eyes close
as he withdrew into himself, unable to speak, face
contorting, as the powerful sensations pounded through
his pulsing prick.
I turned the pulse knob slightly to increase the pace
of the pulses, and felt the hot sparks of sensation
increase in pace. My legs began to contract with each
pulse, and the head of my prick swelled even more,
aching for the release that would not be long in
coming. I gave the power knob another twist, and the
current pounded through me, bringing me relentlessly
to the edge.
"AAAHHHH! AAHH! AAHH! AAHH!" he yelled as I felt a
powerful throb from his glans beat against mine. Hot
fluid washed over the head of my trapped cock, bathing
it and stimulating the tortured nerve endings. My
cock-root began to pound and I cried out as the first
hot jet burned its way up my urethra. My eyes closed
as I became lost in the hot sensations that consumed
me. Michael's rock-hard glans hammered against the
front of mine as it throbbed with each spurt.
I lost track of time as my prick and cock-root
contracted rhythmically in time with the pulses,
expelling hot gushes of fluid that filled Michael's
foreskin and mixed with his cream. Our cocks pressed
hard against each other's tips, our bodies straining
in orgasm as our hips bucked and our prostates poured
out their jets. We moaned mindlessly, lost in the
sensations that overwhelmed our consciousness. As my
orgasm began to fade and my mind began functioning
again, I reached for the main switch and snapped it
off, as I knew we were both near the end of our
climaxes, cocks still throbbing but not as heavily as
before. I sensed the volume of my jets had diminished,
as we were completely draining ourselves. Now I lay
still, feeling the last throbs of Michael's big glans
against mine.
We lay utterly still for a long time, dazed by the
aftereffects of our intense, mind-numbing orgasms. Our
cocks shrank, but were still joined tip to tip by our
overlapping foreskins. I saw that, although our big
heads had softened and shrunk, there was a big bulge
in the skin covering them because of the trapped
sperm. I picked up a folded towel I'd placed on the
bedside table and placed it beneath our cocks to catch
the flow when our cocks finally separated.
"I never felt anything like that in my life," Michael
said. "That was so hot and it totally drained me. I
can hardly move."
"Yeah, I know. I get that drained feeling too whenever
I use electro-sex. It makes my cock-root pump out
every last drop."
"While I was shooting, I couldn't even feel your prick
against mine because the sensations in my cock were so
intense. That happen to you?"
"Oh, yes. All I can feel is my cock pounding, and I
don't notice anything else," I replied.
"Yeah, I was in a world of my own," he said. "My brain
just shut down, and I couldn't even think, just lay
there and felt the hot throbs."
"That's the way it always is for me. I just float,
lost in space. Now our cocks were totally shrunken,
but still connected by our swollen hoods. I peeled my
foreskin back and began pulling my tip out from under
his foreskin as streams of white cream began leaking
from the edges of his hood onto the towel. Several
tablespoons of sperm oozed onto the towel, forming a
thick, viscous puddle.
"That's a lot of cum," he said. "I can hardly believe
we shot that much."
"Yeah, we really drained our tanks," I replied. "I
don't know if we can come again today."
"I know I can't. I'm ready for sleep." We cuddled
against each other and lapsed into unconsciousness.

The end