Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 05:30:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 10. Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 10 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. Dan had matured faster than I had, and by the time I was 17 and he 15, his prick was not only fully developed but half an inch longer than my six inches. We'd measured ourselves regularly over the years to keep track of our progress. Our helmet heads were exactly the same size, 1 7/8" long and 1 7/8" wide. Our foreskins still covered our tips completely, at rest or erect, with a pucker at the end. Our friend Billy was 18 and his prick had stopped growing a couple of years ago. Billy's foreskin pucker was looser than ours, revealing his slit, although his hood completely covered the head. One day at school we noticed a new boy, Greg, whose family had moved here from the West Coast. He was 17, blond, with an athletic build, and in the locker room we saw that he still had his foreskin. Unlike our heavy-ended pricks, his tapered almost to a point and looked like a tassel, the way our pricks had looked during our pre-teen years. Billy lived closer to Greg than we did, and they began hanging around together. Part of the affinity was that Greg had seen that Billy was also uncut. Like the rest of us, Greg had quickly noticed that the girls in our school were all stuck-up and cliquish, not very attractive features. We'd allowed for the possibility that as adults, we might well have relationships with women, and even marry, but for the time being our sexual outlets were each other. One day Billy told Dan and me that his parents would be out of town that Saturday, and that we'd probably enjoy spending the day with him. When we arrived Billy greeted us, dressed only in a bathing suit and tee-shirt. As we anticipated another day of sexual play Dan and I quickly stripped down as Billy removed his skimpy attire. Once naked we saw that we were all half-hard with anticipation, and we sat on Billy's queen-size. Billy wasted no time, quickly pushing down my foreskin and blowing on the head. I tweaked his hood while squeezing Dan's helmet through his foreskin. We were quickly fully hard and then Billy gave us the news: "Greg's coming over here. When I told him he'd get the opportunity to get together with three uncut guys he got pretty excited about it. Greg and I had gotten together last week and jacked each other. Greg's thrilled to play with uncut guys because he doesn't feel comfortable handling a cut cock." "How did he avoid getting cut?" I asked. "Greg's father isn't cut, and his mother knows that a cock with skin is the normal one, not the cut cock. Also,the doctor who delivered him doesn't believe in circumcision, so Greg wasn't in any danger of getting clipped when he was born. Greg's really happy with his skin because he knows you can have a lot more fun with it than without it." "How does he feel about being in the minority? I asked Billy. "Oh, like I said, he fees good about having skin on his cock. That guy Jerry, though, I told you about. He was teasing Greg about his cock, calling him trailer park trash. Thing is, Greg does live in a trailer park. He didn't let it bother him though. I told him Jerry's just jealous." Just then the bell rang, and Billy went to admit Greg. Greg's eyes lit up when he saw us naked, and he quickly undressed. We didn't have to introduce ourselves, as we already knew each other's names from school. As he dropped his boxers we saw that his prick had already started to swell. We knew from having seen him naked before that his prick was a "grower," like ours. He had a vein running along the top of his shaft and his foreskin tapered to a narrow pucker. His scrotum was medium, like ours, and covered with blond hair to match his bush and the hair on his head. We went into the bedroom, where Billy spread a large towel on his queen-size. Dan and I sat on the bed while Billy and Greg stood in front of us. "Let's all skin back and see what we've got underneath," Billy suggested. Dan and I locked our hoods behind our coronas, as did Billy. Greg pulled back on his shaft skin and we watched his pucker widen, first revealing his slit and then a small strawberry shaped glans with a rounded ridge. It was red and glossy wet. Greg looked at our pricks and said: "I wish I had a big tip like you guys. They look so sexy." "Does it work okay?" Dan asked. "If it does you've got nothing to worry about." "Oh, it works just fine," Billy answered for him. "I saw how it works last week when I made him come. His tip's really sensitive and he shoots long jets, three feet at least. We just spurt a few inches." He wrapped his fingers around Greg's prick, holding the foreskin back because otherwise it would have slipped forward again over the tapered glans. "You've got about six inches, like us," I assured him. He was standing directly in front of me and I leaned forward to inhale his masculine aroma. "It smells nice too," I said as I blew on his glans, making him draw back slightly. Billy released his prick and I watched as Greg's foreskin slid slowly forward to envelop his glans. "Your tip's really sensitive, isn't it?" Dan asked. "Oh, it is," Greg said. "Just blowing on it gave me a thrill. Please don't touch it with your fingers. Just slide my skin." I clasped his thick tapered foreskin, stroking it slowly. "We'll get a chance to compare how we come," Billy said. "You'll enjoy watching Greg as much as he's enjoying seeing your cocks." "I still wish I had big helmets like you and your brother," he said to me. They're really handsome dicks. "Billy's big mushroom tip looks nice too." "You've got one advantage over us," I told him. "Sure, Dan and I have big helmets, but we can't dock each other. With the size of your tip, I could dock you easily." "Dock?" Greg asked. "What's that?" Dan and I exchanged glances, surprised that nobody had introduced him to docking." "That's when one guy slips his foreskin over the other guy's head," I explained. "Dan's helmet's too big to fit inside my foreskin. So is Billy's. Neither Dan or I would have any problem docking you. So could Billy." "Well, that solves what two of us are going to do," Billy told us. "Greg, lie on the bed there facing Jack and let him show you what docking's all about." Greg's eyes lit up as he positioned himself on his side and I arranged myself facing him, our two pricks pointing toward each other. "Now pull your foreskin all the way back and hold it there," I said. I eased my big glossy helmet until it touched the point of his strawberry and then pushed my foreskin forward until my hood enveloped my head. "Now push your tip into my foreskin," I instructed. Greg slowly eased his prick towards me, the nose of his glans slipping into my pucker, stretching my nerve-rich foreskin. He sighed with delight at the sensation as he pushed in farther until his glans was totally inside. Now his slender glans was on top of mine, creating a distinctive bulge in my hood. "That's so nice, my tip against yours, your skin covering it," he whispered as I began to stroke my foreskin slowly over our tips. "Not too rough, is it?" I asked. "No, it's perfect, your tip's so smooth, like the inside of your skin. It feels so hot." "Your skin's really stretchy," Billy commented. "I can see the outline of Greg's tip through your skin." Greg's glans felt very warm against mine as I worked my foreskin slowly. "Both our skins stretch when we pull them back over our ridges," Dan explained. "Greg's tip isn't stretching Jack's skin any more than his ridge would." "Any idea why your tip's so sensitive?" I asked Greg as I continued to slide my hood over both our heads. "I always keep the tip covered," he replied. I only skin back when I shower, to rinse off my tip, and then cover up again." "How about when you masturbate? Don't you use long strokes? Dan and Billy were watching our joined pricks avidly while slowly stroking each other's foreskin. "I always keep the skin forward when I jerk off," Greg replied. "When I'm ready to come I pull it back just enough to clear my hole and let me shoot." "Do you keep stroking while you're shooting?" I asked. "Usually no, Jack. Once I start coming I don't need any more stroking to keep shooting. I know most guys keep stroking while they're shooting, especially the cut guys, but I don't." Our scrotums were drawn up tightly, showing our level of excitement. "Have you stroked many cut guys?" Dan asked. "A couple," Greg said. "They both needed lotion because they don't have skin, and they need a lot of hard stroking because they're not too sensitive. It feels strange to stroke a cut guy. They don't know how to handle a guy with skin because they don't understand how sensitive it is. They just keep pounding hard, and that doesn't feel good, especially if they skin me back." "Do you feel a tickle or tingle in your head just before you come?" I asked him. "Yes, first a tickle in my rim and then a tingle all through the head, and then it happens fast. When I feel the tingle, it just goes BOOM and I stop stroking. I pull the skin back slightly and just watch the juice shoot out." Now I began twisting my hood on the forward stroke. "Does this feel any different?" I asked. "Oh, yes," he said. "I sometimes twist my skin too. That makes me come faster." Greg's breathing was more shallow now, and he was breathing faster. "I think you're going to come before I do," I told him. "I can't help it, Jack. My tip's very sensitive." Through my foreskin, I felt that his glans had become harder in its final swelling. "Not a problem, Greg," I assured him. "I don't mind if you come first. I like to feel the other guy's tip throb against mine when he comes." I slipped my top leg between his to feel the tension building in his body. "I know you'll be coming soon," I told him. "I can feel a tremor in your legs." I saw his eyes close. "It's so hot," he whispered. "I'm getting that tickle now." His thigh muscles tightened, squeezing my leg hard, and then he cried out: "YAAAH!" as his body shuddered. I felt his glans throb hard against mine and a hot stream shooting powerfully into my foreskin, swirling deeply into the groove behind my corona. I kept stroking him to heighten his sensations. He cried out again and his body shuddered and his tip throbbed hard inside my hood, sending another hot hard jet deep into my foreskin. I felt my glans engorge to its final hardness. "He really comes hard," I heard Billy mutter to Dan. "If he wasn't shooting into Jack's skin his come would fly three feet or more." Greg yelped loudly, shooting another jet into my enveloping flesh, and the pressure forced a few creamy drops out of the end of my foreskin. "Go for it," I urged, not sure if Greg heard me. I was enjoying his orgasm, even tough I knew there was no chance of his hot jets shooting into my meatus because his glans was on top of mine. However, the steaming hot fluid swirling around my glans was very stimulating, and I felt a warning tickle in my corona. When Greg shot again, I felt a sudden hot tingle and then my prick exploded, as his glans hammered against mine. A stream of hot lava shot up my tube as my helmet throbbed hard against his, pouring out the end of my hood. I cried out helplessly as another spasm gripped me deep inside and another gush poured from my hard throbbing tip. We were locked together, tip to tip, consumed by the frenzy of orgasm. Greg shot his final load and suddenly pulled back, withdrawing his glans from my hood. I saw it was deep glossy red, dripping with a mixture of his cream and mine, as my prick throbbed with another ejaculation that poured all over his glans. He'd been holding his hood back but now let go, and his foreskin began sliding forward to envelop his tip. Greg lay very still and I saw his prick was still twitching slightly as his residual spasms played out. I grunted as my prick throbbed a final time, gushing another load that poured onto his prick. We lay silently for a couple of minutes as Dan and Billy watched us while fondling each other's pricks. Greg finally opened his eyes and said: "That was so hot, coming inside your skin. Then when you started coming I felt your big tip throb against mine, and that made it even hotter." "I didn't think I'd come as fast as I did," I told him. "It was your hard jets that triggered me, and the feel of your hot cream washing around my helmet all the way back to the groove behind my ridge. When that hit me, I just couldn't hold back even if I'd wanted to." "You guys were very loud when you came," Billy said. "Docking was a real turn-on for both of you. Your tip worked fine, Greg, because you were howling even louder than Jack was." "I'd never been docked and I'd never felt another guy's tip against mine when he was shooting," Greg said. "This was really a first for me." I sat up and handed him a wad of Kleenex to wipe his soaking wet prick. I ran my finger up his urethra, from behind his scrotum to just under his glans to expel his residue, and then did the same for myself. "That was so inspiring I'd like to use the buddy sleeve," Billy said. Greg looked at him questioningly and Billy explained: "This is the buddy sleeve," he said as he held it up for Greg to see. We put our cocks inside it like we're docking. Those ridges on the inside give us a lot of sensation. Good thing it's transparent so you can watch us inside the sleeve." "Is that the only way you can dock?" Greg asked. Billy answered: "Well, our tips are too big to fit inside the other guy's skin so if we want to come together we have to do it this way. Now if we want, we can dock the other guy if we come first. Say Dan makes me come with his hand or mouth, and then my cock shrinks, and I can fit his big helmet in with my soft mushroom. Since I've already come, my cock stays soft and leaves room for his tip." "I really want to see this," Greg told him. "I've just been docked and now I can watch you two doing it with the buddy sleeve." Greg and I got off the bed to allow Dan and Billy room. They were both rock-hard and their tips were slippery with the natural lubricant they'd been secreting while watching us. Billy held the sleeve between their pricks and both thrust forward, sliding in easily until their tips met in the center. Now Billy began sliding the sleeve back and forth. "I don't think they'll take very long," I commented to Greg. "They've already been hard for a while, and watching us made them hotter." " I don't think I could use the buddy sleeve," Greg said. "My tip's too small." "You don't have to, Greg," I replied. "Any of us can dock your tip." Billy's hand stroked the sleeve at a steady pace, and I could sense their excitement mounting. Their legs were intertwined and Dan's hands were on Billy's shoulders. "Billy's stroking slowly," Greg observed. "I guess he wants to make it last." "Right," I agreed. "You know the longer the build-up, the more intense it is when you come. I don't think they can hold out long, though. Their balls are tight, and I can see their tips getting darker in the sleeve." 'Yeah, we're both swollen," Billy muttered. His breathing, like Dan's had become shallow and rapid, a sure sign of impending orgasm. "Those ribs inside the sleeve make it hard to hold back," I explained to Greg. There's not only friction but when the ribs ride over their rims they compress the nerve endings. That combination is intense." Now their legs had started trembling, and Billy was stroking the sleeve faster because of the compelling sensations. I put an arm around Greg's waist, wanting to be closer to him as we viewed the hot scene. Greg moved closer to me, his leg touching mine, and his hand moved to clasp my free hand. "That was really beautiful," he whispered in my ear, and then kissed me on the cheek. I hugged him closer. "Tingling," Dan muttered as his body tensed. Billy nodded and then yelped: "OOOOWWWWWWW! OOOOOOOWWWW!" as his hand pumped the sleeve hard between them. Their tips were pressed hard against each other. Dan grunted as he started shuddering and I saw a flood of white fluid fill the space between their tips inside the sleeve. Now both were fully into it, groaning and grunting helplessly, their legs trembling hard, as their bodies responded to the intense sensations. "They're having full-body orgasms just like we did," I whispered to Greg. "Your glans was throbbing really hard against mine when you came and the powerful jets you were shooting really tickled the inside of my foreskin." Greg wrapped his arms around me and hugged me hard as we watched Dan and Billy writhing as they released their loads. Their cream had swirled into the grooves behind their ridges now, and a few drops had gone farther and were seeping out the ends of the sleeve. Dan and Billy cried out a couple more times as they discharged their last streams, and now their bodies began to relax. They lay still, sinking into the post-orgasmic daze, and I saw their pricks begin to soften and shrink, allowing more cream to flow past them and out both ends of the sleeve onto the towel. When they'd recovered Billy led us to the shower, which was a tight fit for four, and we skinned back to let the hot water sluice over our tips to stimulate our sphincters and start the flow of urine. Our hoods locked behind our coronas, except for Greg's, whose corona was too small and rounded to hold his foreskin back. He had to hold it back manually to let the water flow over his glans. As Greg was the newest in our group Billy had already explained to him the value of flushing out the last residue of sperm. He enjoyed the low-key eroticism of feeling the strong urine stream flowing through his prick as much as we did. We got dressed and went out for pizza, after which we went our separate ways. We agreed to meet at Billy's the following Saturday, as we were eager to do a lot more exploring of our sexuality.