Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 14:43:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing up Intact, Part 1, Incest, Young Friend Growing Up Intact, Part 1 By Jack Santoro Jackinnm1@yahoo.com NOTE: Please donate to Nifty to help support this free site. Your donations help ensure that there are no annoying ads on Nifty. Nifty needs our support to keep its quality stories coming. My younger brother, Dan, and I knew we were different from most other American males, as our father had explained to us that he and our mother had decided not to have us circumcised as most boys had been. He'd been cut at birth, had always resented it, and he wanted us to understand that the bare-headed penis was not normal, although very common among our schoolmates. Our penises, each with a long foreskin projecting beyond the glans, was actually what a normal penis looked like. After my younger brother was born, a close friend of Dad's had told him about foreskin restoration by stretching the remaining shaft skin, and he'd started on this long-term project. Dan was younger than I by two years, and we'd seen the difference between our droopy, pointy tassels and our father's larger and bare-headed prick when we were young. By the time we started school, we'd seen that few boys still had their foreskins. Of the intact boys we'd seen, three were Latinos, one was black, two were Asians, and the only white boy we knew who was still intact was Billy, a blond kid a year older than I. Billy's father was the one who'd told our father about foreskin restoration. He, too, had been cut at birth, and had saved his son's foreskin from the savage bite of the Gomco Clamp or the deadly embrace of the Plastibell, two commonly used gimmicks for foreskin amputation. As pre-teens, Billy, Dan, and I had long tight foreskins that formed inch-long nipples in front of the glans. Our father had told us that the extra skin was to allow for the growth of the penis and that our foreskins would loosen as we grew. He said that we should be able to retract them to rinse off the glans by the time we were ten at the latest. On occasions we saw him nude, and noted that his penis, about four inches limp, was much larger than our two-inch erections. He had a large helmet shaped glans and he told us we should never use soap on the tender tissues of the glans and foreskin, but only rinse daily with hot water. By the time we were six and eight respectively we saw how Dad had restored his foreskin, using a combination of tape rings and stretching cones to expand his shaft skin to cover his glans. Dad knew that Dan and I played with our pricks, and he told us that handling our pricks was okay, and that this would help loosen our foreskins, as well as being pleasurable. We often pinched the tip shut when we peed, making the foreskin balloon out and loosen adhesions between the head and hood. My brother Dan and I usually took baths and showers together, and we'd pull at each other's foreskin, producing erections. By the time I was eight my foreskin had become more stretchy and slid back easily. Dan's was still tight, but a year later, when he was seven, he was able to skin back all the way, revealing his purple tip, which was a lot like mine. As pre-teens, we often had stiff erections, and we played with them in our bedroom before going to sleep. We'd pull each other's foeskin out and when the penis was totally stiff we'd push the foreskin back off the glans. Our tips were very sensitive then, and if I touched Dan's glans with my finger he'd flinch. Instead I'd lean over and blow on Dan's tip, which made his prick twitch and gave him a pleasant feeling. He'd often do the same to mine, and this was the limit of our sex play for several years. Dad had cautioned us to skin back to pee, as leaving the foreskin forward obstructed the flow and caused it to splatter uncontrollably. This also avoided any residue collecting inside our foreskins to later ooze out and stain our underwear. He also bought us boxer shorts, explaining that jockeys and other types that "supported" our genitals did not let them hang freely and grow out. Boxers were also cooler than the others, which was very important during the hot months, when jockey itch happened. We were close friends with Billy, and often compared our pricks, which were in different stages of development. Our parents didn't seem to know about this, or perhaps they didn't mind or didn't want to know. As a results, we often went to Billy's house when his parents were working, and at times even stayed overnight when they were out of town. One day, when I was 10 and Dan eight, Billy said: "Want to see me jerk off?" Billy asked us one day when we were alone together at his house. Curious, we assented, as we'd heard talk about jerking off but had never seen it done. Billy took off his pants and boxers and grasped his prick between two fingers, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the red glans. It quickly swelled to a three inch erection as he pumped it, and after a couple of minutes Billy closed his eyes and began breathing hard. Within seconds he cried out as his fingers whipped up and down his prick and his body shuddered in orgasm. "Did you come?" I asked. Billy opened his eyes and smiled. "I sure did," he said. That felt wonderful. Want to try it? Dan and I took off our clothes and began stroking our little pricks. My erection was only two and a half inches, while Dan's was two, not counting our foreskins. The sensations were delicious, but we didn't shudder as Billy had. "Maybe you're still too young," Billy said. "I'm 11 and just started a couple of months ago. I'm still too young to shoot, though." "Shoot what?" Dan asked. "Older boys shoot white stuff out of their cocks," Billy explained. "That's what makes babies. I guess I'll be able to shoot in a few months or maybe a year." "All we have to do is slide the skin up and down?" I asked. "Yep," Billy said. "That's all we have to do. Cut boys don't have skin, and they have to use soap or oil on their cocks to jerk off. We're the lucky ones. Boys old enough to jerk off know that and they look at us in the locker room because they wish they had skins." "Only white boys get cut," I said. "There are three Spanish kids in our class and they all have their skins. So do the two Chinese." "John, the black kid, also has his skin," Billy added. "I don't know why only white kids get cut." "I'm glad we didn't," I told him. "I'm glad we still have our skins. They're such fun." "If you want to see a guy shoot I'll take you over to meet my friend Walter," Billy offered. "He's 14 and in high school, but we pal around together. He can shoot." We took him up on his offer and the next day after school we went to Walter's house. Both his parents worked, so he was home alone. Billy had phoned ahead to let him know why we were coming, and when we were inside he led us to the bathroom, where he took off his clothing and sat down on the toilet. Walter's circumcised penis was about five inches long, with a big pink helmet-shaped head and a thick brown scar ring about an inch below the head. I didn't know it at the time, but later learned that this brown scar was characteristic of circumcisions done with the Gomco Clamp. Now Walter spit on his penis through a gap between two front teeth. As he was sitting and we stood in front of him, I had a view of the bottom of his prick, and noted that he had a large v-shaped groove under the head, as we did, where the two sides of the corona meet. Unlike us, his groove was empty, and it looked as if his gee-string had been removed when he'd been circumcised. "Walter's a shower, not a grower," Billy told us. "His cock's almost five inches without a hard-on, and it gets to a little over five inches when he gets hard. Ours are small, but really grow when we get hard." Walter's penis was now stiff, and he directed another stream of saliva onto it to lubricate it as he slid his fist up and down its length. "My mother told me she had my skin taken off to keep me from jacking," he said. "You can see how that worked," he continued with a grin. His fist flew over his prick from base to head, stroking much faster and harder than we'd ever done. His tip became red with the stimulation, and his body tightened up. His balls, which had been hanging loosely, and drawn up against his body. I noticed that Walter's prick had a bend to the left, unlike our straight shafts. I wondered if this was the result of the tight grip he used to masturbate. "I'm getting my thrill," he said through clenched teeth. I didn't know what he meant, and continued to watch silently, fascinated by the spectacle, as this was the first time I'd seen a boy jerk off without a foreskin. Much later I realized that Walter's "thrill" was the secretion of lubricant by Cowper's Glands, as now a few drops of clear fluid parted the lips of his long slit and blended with his saliva to make his prick more slippery. Also, each down-stroke on his glans spread the lips of his slit. Now his breathing came faster as he pounded his prick. Walter's body became rigid, almost rising off the toilet seat, and his legs began to tremble. Then a jet of white liquid shot up through his slit as he began grunting loudly: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as each jet shot up a foot in the air to land back on his stomach. His eyes were fixed on his prick while he continued his frenzied stroking, until after several more ejaculations, he stopped stroking and began to relax. His eyes closed and a smile spread over his face as his penis began to soften. After a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at Dan and me. "Ahhh, that felt good. Now you know what shooting is like," he said. "Billy told me you two haven't shot yet. You're too young. When you do it'll be the nicest thing you'll ever feel." He pulled several sheets of toilet paper from the roll and wiped up the sperm on his abdomen and chest. He then milked his prick, dabbing at the tip to soak up the residual drops that emerged. One day I heard Dan yelp in the bathroom. I rushed in and found that he'd caught his prick in the zipper. I quickly disengaged the zipper and examined his penis. He'd only caught a bit of foreskin between the zipper's sharp teeth and wasn't even bleeding. I gingerly pulled the zipper down to release the pinched skin. Later, I told Dad about it. "That's another reason I'm glad we decided not to have your foreskins cut off," he said. "Your foreskin protects the tender tip, and if Dan didn't have his foreskin the zipper bite would have been on the tip and would have really hurt. I know because that happened to me more than once when I was a kid, and it happened to other circumcised kids I knew." "Dan and I are both glad you didn't have us cut. Still, a zipper bite hurts. I'm glad it never happened to me." "Well, tell Dan to make sure his penis is tucked into his underwear before he even touches the zipper," Dad said. "That's the only sure way to prevent zipper bite." "A couple of boys in our class don't wear underwear," I said. "They call this `going commando.'" "See, that's a good reason for wearing underwear," Dad replied. A couple of weeks later, Dan and I were naked in our bedroom one evening getting ready for bed when I decided to have another try at jerking off. I sat on the side of my bed while Dan sat beside me and watched as I slid my hood up and down my glans. Inspired, Dan began stroking his too, quickly producing a stiff little erection. Mine was about three inches long, while his was about two. The sensations built up in my prick as they never had before, and I felt something unusual was about to happen. "I feel like I have to pee," I muttered. "You just went ten minutes ago," Dan pointed out. My eyes glazed over as I watched, transfixed, as my purple glans disappeared inside my foreskin and then popped into view again as I stroked. I picked up the pace and the feeling of having to pee intensified, making me afraid I was going to wet the bed or carpet, but I couldn't stop stroking. Suddenly I saw stars before my eyes and my prick became too sensitive to touch. I cried out as I dropped my hand to my side and a rush of strange feelings coursed through my body. Tears came to my eyes as I stared at my prick, unable to understand what was happening. Dan had stopped stroking himself and was staring at me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "What happened?" I turned to look at him. "I think I just came, like Billy did." I answered. "What was it like?" "It was like nothing I ever felt before. It feels like I broke something inside." Dan looked concerned. I felt my erection subsiding. My tip was still protruding from the ring of flesh bunched up behind it, and I pulled my stretchy foreskin up to cover the glans, as my prick was no longer super-sensitive. "You look okay to me," Dan said. "What did you break?" "I don't know. It felt so strange." Dan had lost interest in stroking, and his erection had also subsided. He went to his bed and we fell asleep. The next day I told Dad that I'd had my first orgasm. He looked concerned. "Were you scared?" he asked. "I was. I thought I'd broken something inside." "The same thing happened to me the first time. The only reason it was frightening is that it was so intense and so unfamiliar," Dad reassured me. "Do it again tonight and you'll feel the same sensations, but they won't seem as frightening. Has Dan come yet?" "No, Dad. He's two years younger than me. He tried last night, but nothing happened with him." "Make sure you're with him when he does come the first time. Explain how it felt to you, and tell him there's no reason to be frightened." I nodded, determined to make sure my younger brother found his first orgasm to be a thoroughly pleasant experience. Dan and I continued to stroke our pricks before going to sleep. We did this several nights a week, and one evening Dan suggested we do each other, as we'd done much earlier. He said he wanted to make my prick feel good. We got naked and lay in a "69" position on my bed and began pulling each other's foreskin out away from the body. Our stretchy boy fesh was very flexible and we soon were rock-hard. Now we began working each other's foreskin back and forth, which felt better than when we stroked ourselves. His warm fingers around my prick excited me and my erection was so rigid and swollen it felt as if it were going to burst. "I'm getting that feeling now," I muttered. "I think I'm going to come." Dan increased his pace, eager to give me pleasure and to feel how my prick throbbed during orgasm. Now I felt the rush of sensation exploding from my turgid glans down my shaft and all over my body, and I cried out helplessly. "STOP!" I yelped because my prick had become super-sensitive, and Dan released me. I shuddered hard as the waves of sensation swept through my body, until I was still again. "Look," Dan said. "You've got a drop of pee at the tip." I looked down and saw a drop of clear liquid parting the lips of my slit. I touched it and found it was slippery, unlike urine. "I felt your cock jerking in my hand at the end," he said. "I can't wait until I can do that too." Next evening we again decided to play with each other's pricks, but this time I told Dan I wanted to try something new. I had him lie face to face with me, and stroked him to erection. Then I grasped both our pricks, slid his foreskin back, and slid my long stretchy foreskin over his glans. "That feels nice, inside your skin," he said. I began sliding my foreskin back and forth, until the now familiar sensation came over me, and I shuddered as the orgasm swept over me, my prick throbbing against his. "I felt your tip jerking against mine," he said. "I really liked that." We had just docked, although I didn't know the word for it at the time. About a year later, we were stroking each other one evening and after I'd come, I continued stroking Dan. He told me he was getting strange feelings in his prick as I stroked his foreskin. "Does it feel like your tip's really swollen, more than before? Does it feel like it's about to burst? Does it feel like you have to pee?" Dan nodded. "That's how it felt for me the first time," I told him. I remembered how my first orgasm had frightened me and had him sit in my lap. "It looks like you're going to come this time," I told him. "You remember when I did the first time, and how it scared me. I want you to know there's nothing to be scared about. You're going to get a wonderful feeling like nothing you've ever felt before. It's going to be very intense and you'll feel it all through your body. Your prick will become too sensitive to touch, so I want you to do it to yourself this first time while I hold you." I held his left hand while he stroked with his right. My other arm wrapped tightly around his body, hugging him tightly as he continued to slide his foreskin up and down his engorged penis. "I feel like I've really gotta pee," he said. "That's what I felt too, just before it happened," I whispered. "Just go on. I'll be right here holding you." Dan's fingers moved faster on his turgid little prick until he cried out suddenly and stopped stroking. "AH! AH! AH!" he yelped as I felt his body shudder against mine with its first orgasm. His hand released his prick and fell to his side as he stared fixedly at his throbbing prick. I saw it jerk several times as the contractions gripped it, the glans bobbing up and down. He turned his head to look into my eyes as his filled with tears. I hugged him to me with both arms and kissed him on the lips. "That was so strange, so...." He trailed off when he was again able to speak. "Intense, wasn't it?" I prompted. He nodded and I continued: "Were you scared?" "A little, but only because it was so strange. I'm so glad you were with me, holding me." "We'll do this again tomorrow," I said. "After a few times it won't seem strange any more, just good feelings. You'll see why I enjoy coming and we'll come together." He went back to his bed and we fell asleep, satisfied and fulfilled.