Condom Docking Between Old Friends

Jim's cock was very attractive, a smoothly tapered white worm that ended in a cute foreskin pucker. I ran my finger lightly down its length, admiring its smoothness and symmetry, as Jim squeezed my cock-head between thumb and forefinger. We were both getting hard, and eager to enjoy a mutual jack-off. We'd met through my friend Phil, who was the informal head of an informal network of guys who enjoyed jacking off, alone or preferably together. For my part, the few experiences I'd had with women had shown me that they don't know how to handle a dick, and I felt that nothing felt as good on my cock as another guy's hand.

Phil had introduced me to a lot of guys who thought the same way, and we'd had many happy orgasms together. Jim lived about 50 miles away, and I'd driven to his house one Saturday morning, after we'd spoken on the phone the previous evening. He'd greeted me with a warm smile when I'd arrived, and led me inside. Jim lived in a large house with a huge yard surrounded by a high wood slat fence offering lots of privacy. He'd encouraged me to strip down immediately, and we'd gone swimming in his pool without any concern about being observed by neighbors. Jim was about 5'6" compared to my six feet, with a definitely athletic build, and the blond pubic bush matched the hair on his head.

He was 62, two years older than I, and we both wore glasses that we'd removed before going swimming. We lay out in the sun only long enough to dry ourselves, and then Jim led me inside to his bedroom, where he set up his camcorder. Some of us had found it instructive to videotape our encounters. I, for one, had been surprised to find out that my typical orgasm lasted longer than I'd thought.

We sat on the queen-size bed facing each other as we watched our cocks grow. Mine had begun with a big bulge at the front of its four-inch length and quickly swelled to six, with the helmet-shaped head still covered by the overhanging foreskin. Jim's cock was a surprise package, also about four inches limp but swelling to well over six when hard, with a big red mushroom head peeping out of the thin foreskin.

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At the end of the glans was a perfectly circular cum-hole that looked as if it had been drilled. Phil had warned me that Jim had what he called a "fire-cracker glans," a very sensitive tip that would trigger his orgasm if touched directly, and that I should handle his prick carefully, always keeping the foreskin between my fingers and the super-sensitive surface. I stroked Jim's cock gently, holding it behind the head and jiggling the skin up and down. I watched the hood's orifice widen as I moved the skin back over the head, then tighten down again as I pushed the skin forward to once more cover the glans.

A large drop of pre-cum leaked from the hole, and I let it flow down between head and foreskin instead of spreading it over the glans with my fingertip. Jim was pumping my hood up and down, apparently fascinated by the ease with which it moved over the lubricated surface. He seemed to enjoy tugging it back all the way, making it snap into the deep groove behind my flaring ridge, then pulling it forward all the way to form a nipple in front of the head again. We continued stroking each other, slowing because we didn't want to blow our loads prematurely, but after an hour Jim said; "I've just gotta cum now. I can't stand it any more."

I could see why. His balls were tight against his body, his cherry red glans felt hard through his foreskin, and was drooling a steady flow of clear fluid that had went my encircling fingers. I grabbed a handful of tissues and skinned his cock back to prepare it for climax. I rubbed one finger around his hole in small circles, then traced the deep groove behind his ridge. Jim was crying out "OH-OH-OH" as my finger rubbed his tender spots, then I felt his cock throb as a thick white jet shot from his hole.

Jim's eyes were closed and his head rocked from side to side as his cock gushed stream after stream of cum into the wad of tissues I held in front of his spitting hole. Soon, his prick stopped jetting and the last white drops oozed slowly from his round cum-hole. I blotted them from his tip and eased the foreskin back over the head. After taking a few deep breaths, he said; "Thanks. That was terrific. Now It's your turn." He grasped my cock again and resumed pumping my long thick hood back and forth over my swollen purple tip. I saw the color of the head darken as sensations built up inside me.

My tip became very tingly and I closed my eyes as the first heavy throb ejected a stream of cum from my cock. I felt Jim skin me back and wrap his other hand around my swollen tip, using the bubbling cum juice for lubricant as he massaged the nerve endings. I abandoned myself to the free fall of orgasm, helpless as my cock throbbed in Jim's hands, captivated by the delicious agony in my nerve endings. It was over too soon, and we played back the tape. I was surprised to see that my orgasm had lasted exactly 45 seconds, from the first drop to the last. Subjectively, it had seemed much shorter than that.

However, our entire sexual encounter had lasted over an hour, and Jim got us a couple of beers as we began to watch it from the beginning. "Ever think of docking with a guy?" Jim asked. I had many times, but even with my king-size foreskin, my cock-head's so big that there wouldn't be room for it and another guy's glans. Jim seemed to guess what I was thinking, because he said; "Tomorrow we'll try docking with a rubber. It's really nice, and feels a lot like the real thing." The camcorder had given us a good view of our manipulations, and I was able to see what Jim had done to make my prick feel so good while I was handling his.

After about half an hour, I felt my prick stir, and looked down to see the bulge of the head swell. I grasped it and began tweaking the foreskin, enjoying the feeling of a growing erection. Although I'd cum so recently, my prick felt so good as it hardened and I began to massage it. I was so turned on by the whole scene that I needed release again, and I moved my foreskin back and forth in long strokes, not trying to prolong it but just to get to orgasm quickly. Jim watched me, fascinated, and began tweaking his prick too, making it swell to full size. Then he began long foreskin strokes, skinning it all the way back to expose his pink mushroom and moving the skin forward again to envelop more than half the head.

"My tip's not as sensitive now that I've cum," he explained when he noticed me watching his stroking. "You're closer than I am, though." He was right. I felt a tingle begin in my glans, which I felt swell and harden under my foreskin. I stripped it back hard, baring the dark purple ridge and deep groove behind it, knowing that the tension on my tightly-stretched nerve endings would drive me over the edge within seconds. Jim's face was inches from my prick as he studied it carefully, watching the taut, shiny surface replete with nerve endings eager for stimulation. I pulled back harder on my foreskin, and the gee-string underneath tightened, pulling the front of the head towards my tight ball sac.

A big drop of clear fluid filled my teardrop shaped orifice, and I felt a pulse deep inside my cock-root. A larger drop oozed from my distended cum-hole, not as clear as the first, and then another, definitely milky. I felt a powerful throb deep inside, and a huge gush of hot liquid came up my tube and poured from my tip, running down over my glans, shaft, and fingers. I put a wad of paper tissues below my prick to catch my cum, which kept pouring from my hole as I groaned in delight. Jim's eyes were wide, staring at my throbbing purple glans as it disgorged gush after gush of juice, and I wondered briefly if he was going to cum along with me.

I pumped my foreskin a few times to give me more sensation, bumping my flaring ridge, and watched more white gushes erupt from my throbbing prick. Now my cock-head was coated with cum, which had also made my shaft and hood slippery. The pulses were weaker now, and I knew it was almost over, but kept stroking my cock gently to drain every last drop and gain every last spark of sensation. Finally, I stopped and turned to Jim, who was still stroking his skin.

"Want me to finish you?" I asked. When he nodded, I grasped his bared glans in my cum-coated fingers, twisting them over the sensitive surface. Jim cried out in joyful agony as the hot sensations poured into the surface of his tender cock-head, making him shudder.

I rubbed his ridge and the groove behind it, usually shrouded by foreskin, and let my rough fingertips make his prick throb in response. Jim closed his eyes as he began sobbing, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations, and I twisted my fingers on his tender cock-head, making his entire body shudder as he went into an altered state of consciousness.

Jim's glans throbbed between my fingers, and a powerful jet shot up into my palm, dripping back to lubricate his wet, shiny head. I squeezed his hard tip and another throb answered me, followed by another thick string of cum. Jim cried out helplessly as I massaged his hard cock-tip, and his prick spit at me again and again, each jet shooting from the perfectly drilled hole at the end. Finally, he groaned and relaxed, and I stopped stroking. We were both exhausted, and ready for sleep.

Next morning, after breakfast, we returned to bed to try what Jim had mentioned the day before. Jim took a large size condom from the drawer and cut the end off it. He slipped it over his cock, backward, so that it would unroll towards the tip, not the base. Now he skinned back his hood and unrolled the condom to cover his cherry red tip. At this point, we were both still limp, and I grasped my prick in both hands to force the long foreskin back from my tip. We lay face to face and

I put my cock-head against Jim's, feeling his tip's warmth as Jim unrolled the rubber over my flaring glans and down my shaft. I felt a slippery feeling between our cock-heads and realized that Jim had oozed some pre-cum, even though we weren't fully hard yet. Jim thrust his tip against my swelling glans, and soon I was secreting lube too. I could see our cocks through the translucent latex, and saw that Jim's was full-hard, a pink mushroom pressed tightly against my big purple helmet.

Jim wrapped his fingers around the latex tube and began working it back and forth between us, tickling our nerve endings. Now he twisted his fist, giving the friction a different character that was more stimulating than the back and forth motion. We were both very excited, not only from the physical stimulation but the psychic pumping of sharing the same experience tip to tip, intimately, feeling each other's warmth and slipperiness. It didn't take long for Jim to lose control and pop his load.

His eyes closed and he thrust his tip hard against mine. I felt it throb, and a split second later a jet of hot fluid raced down my tube. His hole had been opposite mine, pressed against it, and he'd shot his load right down my prick. This unusual sensation triggered my storm, and I felt my glans tingle and throb as my cock-root pumped hard. The hot jet that shot up my tube burned, and pushed his cum right out as it spilled into the condom between us. Jim's second jet washed over my straining cock-head, followed by another from me that bathed his cherry red mushroom with white cum.

The condom was swelling, and we were gasping and groaning as we filled it to bursting. Our cocks throbbed and spit, with hot juice swirling around our sensitive tips. Jim thrust hard at me, and his cock slid down past mine, stretching the condom until it split, releasing a torrent of cum all over the sheet. Jim's fist grasped both our cocks, and I felt his fingers on my swollen tip, while his cock pressed lengthwise against mine. His throbs came through into my cock, and I'm sure he felt mine as we continued to cum. Gradually, our throbs grew weaker, until we were still and the last drops seeped from our softening cock-heads.

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