Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 14:13:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 17, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 17 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. When we next saw Billy we told him about our uplifting experience with Dad, and how Dan and Dad had joined their pricks for a mutual orgasm in the buddy sleeve. Billy was fascinated by our experience, but told us that he'd never had a similar experience with his father. Another set of birthdays passed. I was now 19 and Dan 17, while Billy was a year older than I. One of Billy's aunts had died and he inherited her house, a comfortable two-bedroom model only a mile from where we lived. One Saturday morning Dan and I arrived at Billy's house just before nine. And were not surprised to find him naked. We quickly shed our clothes and joined him in the bedroom. "Have your parents said anything about us hanging around together so much and not dating girls?" he asked. "Not a word," Dan answered. "I think they know we have sex together but they never mentioned it or asked." "They never even alluded to it," I added. "My father knows," Billy said. "That's not problem. You know he's a lawyer and he's very practical. He told me he'd hate to see me caught up in a paternity suit, and that's not going to happen with you two." "Since our fathers are very good friends I know they talked about this," I said. "Maybe they accept it and that's why we never heard a word about it until now." "We're very lucky to have such good parents," Dan said. "Lots of guys don't." As we were just sitting on the bed and not talking about sex, none of us was excited at the moment. This was about to change. We're also lucky to have very good genes," Billy said. "We're all pretty healthy, and we've got nice equipment that works well." "Yeah," I agreed. "We have handsome pricks and balls that put out a lot of sperm. Dan's is about half an inch longer than mine, although our helmets are the same size, and he's got just a bit more foreskin than I do." "You've got that cute teardrop slit, and Dan's got a long slit that stays closed like mine when he gets hard. Also, though he's your younger brother, he's an inch taller than you." "And I'm five pounds heavier too," Dan contributed. I noticed that our pricks had started to swell. This always happened when we got onto a sexual topic. Billy commented on this: "We're getting hard now. I noticed that our cocks work a bit differently. Your helmets seem to swell first, and then the shafts get longer and harder. Mine swells evenly." "They swell differently, but they work pretty well," I told him. "Our foreskins slide easily, although Dan and I are a bit tighter than yours. Our frenulums are about the same, not too long and not too short, and when we put tension on them the heads dip." I was almost fully hard and I demonstrated by retracting my foreskin fully, making my glans dip down. "Frenulum," Billy said. "I've heard it called the `gee-string' and `banjo string' by some guys. "They're pretty sensitive, like the heads." He held his penis up now, retracting his hood all the way to show us his frenulum. "Our skins all lock behind the ridge, hard or soft, because we've all got big rims," Dan pointed out as he skinned back all the way. The enticing aroma of wet glans and foreskin filled the air. "You guys have those little bumps around your rims," Billy pointed out. "I don't." "I think those are the nerve endings," I said. "Does that mean your rims are more sensitive than mine?" Billy asked. "I don't know," I answered. "They're certainly sensitive, but I can't tell if they're more sensitive than yours. We don't try to race each other to orgasm so there's no way to tell." "No, we like to take our time," Dan agreed. "We enjoy the ride as well as the destination." "I don't think we had those little bumps before our pricks started to grow," I said. "Once we hit our teens, our helmets grew to adult size and the rims flared out. I think the bumps appeared then." "My pubic hair's blond," said Billy. "like the hair on my head. Yours is brown. Ever shave your pubic hair?" "No, never even thought about it," I said. "That's the way nature made us and I never thought I could improve on it." "Want to watch a video?" Billy asked. He had a large screen TV and DVD player against one wall of the bedroom. "Good idea," Dan agreed. "This is better than the set-up you had at home. Having the TV in the bedroom is really convenient." Billy inserted a DVD in the player and then went to the adjoining bathroom, bringing back a couple of towels. "I think we'll need these," he said as he spread them on the bed. The DVD was our favorite, made in the Czech Republic, where all of the actors had their foreskins instead of disfiguring scars as many Americans did. We sat up against the head of the bed to watch. Billy was in the middle, with Dan on his left and me on his right. He used both hands to stroke both me and Dan, slowly working our hoods up and down our helmets. I turned slightly to grasp his prick with my right hand, twisting his foreskin slightly in slow strokes. On the screen one actor was stroking the other's prick, dragging the foreskin down hard enough to put tension on his frenulum, making the head dip dramatically. "Man, look at that!" Billy exclaimed. "That guy's head's dipping more than ours ever did!" "Maybe it's because his helmet's not as big as ours," Dan suggested. We watched as the actor released his partner's foreskin, which now slid up to engulf the head. "You're probably right," I said. "His corona's no larger than his shaft, and his foreskin doesn't lock back the way ours do." I released Billy's hood, which bunched up in a thick fleshy ring in the groove behind the ridge. "See what I mean? Billy's rim doesn't flare like ours but it's thick, and keeps the foreskin from sliding forward on its own." I ran my fingertip along Billy's wet frenulum, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure. Dan reached down to tickle the hairs on Billy's scrotum, and it began drawing up against his body. "You guys are making me hot," Billy murmured. "I strummed his gee-string with my finger, making his prick twitch. "Just watch the video and relax, Billy," I urged. "We'll make you come." A large drop of lubricant parted the lips of Billy's long meatus, and I pulled his foreskin all the way up to catch it and spread it over his mushroom tip. Billy moaned, and I knew that the triple stimulation was arousing him powerfully. "Just relax and let us do the work," Dan said. Billy was still stroking our foreskins as we continued to excite him. I pulled his hood down all the way and saw another drop of clear viscous fluid in his long slit. I leaned over and licked it up, savoring the salty taste on my tongue. Now I probed his slit with my tongue-tip as I kept his foreskin back, just bumping his corona with it. I felt Billy's fingers tighten on my prick. Dan was now kneading his balls gently, adding to his excitement. A steady seepage of natural lubricant was coming up his prick and I spread it around his glans with my tongue. I was getting turned on too, both by Billy's warm fingers around my penis and by what I was doing to his. I felt a tickle deep inside as a drop of lubricant began crawling up my urethra. Now I tightened my lips around Billy's thick corona and began twisting my head to give him the sideways friction we all loved. He began moaning and I felt his mushroom lose its spongy feel and begin hardening in my mouth. "His veins are popping and his shaft seems stiffer," Dan commented as he continued working on Billy's scrotum, pulling it down and pinching the thick skin gently. "He's getting close." Billy was moaning louder now, and his breathing was rapid. I felt his big smooth mushroom twitch in my mouth and knew that it would start throbbing in seconds. Now I felt him stop stroking me, although his grip was still tight on my shaft. His body tensed and then his tip throbbed hard in my mouth." "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted loudly as the first jet of his hot salty cream erupted onto my tongue. I swallowed hard, knowing that a second jet would follow immediately. His tip throbbed again as his body shuddered, and another gush of cream poured into my mouth. His cries filled the room as his straining glans erupted again, and I swallowed quickly. Billy's hips bucked, driving his prick deeper into my mouth as another torrent of sperm poured from his long slit. He grunted hard again as his last discharge blew from his tip, and now his prick was just twitching as the last drops seeped from his glans. I sucked hard as I milked his urethra to force out the residue, and then removed my mouth and pulled his foreskin up over his shrinking glans. His erection subsided as he sank into a daze. We let him lie there as his breathing slowed and his body relaxed. I moved over to Dan's side and we resumed stroking each other's foreskins as we watched the video play. Now the video showed one actor lapping at the other's prick, holding back the foreskin and licking at the long slit and the gee-string immediately underneath. Drops of lube kept seeping from the orifice, to be lapped up by his tongue. We weren't in a hurry to come, as we knew from long experience that the longer the build-up, the more intense the orgasm. Our pricks were seeping too, lubricating our foreskins and masking the friction somewhat. Billy stirred next to us and said: "Man, what a great feeling, your lips around my mushroom when I came. That made it even hotter for me." I replied: "I'm glad it did. Remember when our pricks became too sensitive to touch when we came?" "Oh, I do," Billy said. "But then when we got older the excessive sensitivity faded, and we were able to enjoy stroking all the way through. I don't remember when, but that made it hotter." "The feeling we get when we're about to come are different too," Dan added. "I remember the first few times it felt like I had to pee. I really thought I was going to pee all over the bed." "It was the same for me," I said. "I remember the first time you came, and I was holding you and telling you that you weren't going to pee, but get a wonderful feeling. I knew because exactly the same thing had happened to me the first time." "It was the same the first few times for me," Billy said. Other guys told me it was the same for them, that urge to pee. Then it changed and we got different feelings." "Yeah," I agreed. Now when I get close I get a sort of pleasant ache in the helmet, because it's so swollen. Then I get a tickle in the rim, and then a hot tingle that spreads all over the helmet and even down the shaft." "Me too," Dan said. "I think it makes it more intense for us." "I know that tears came to my eyes the first couple of times I came, and I know it was the same with you," I told Dan. "That hardly ever happens these days," Billy said. "Oh, look," Dan said. "The guy on the screen's tip is getting darker." I saw that indeed, the big glans being lapped had darkened to deep purple, and the ridge of the helmet was almost black. Dan and I continued to stroke each other's foreskins slowly, but now I gave his a slight twist on the up-stroke. "Maybe the different feelings we get are because of growth," Billy suggested. "Remember that when we were pre-teens our skins were really long? They were like long nipples beyond the heads." "They were tighter too," I said. "We couldn't skin back until we were eight or so. Now we've loosened them by stroking." "Our cocks grew into them," Dan said. "They were long to allow for growth." His voice sounded strained, and I guessed that he was closer to coming than I was. "We take longer to come, too," Billy pointed out. "When we had our first orgasms, we had hair-trigger cocks, all of us. Now we're slower. I think that's good because if we shoot off right away it's not as intense." "Dan's getting close," I said. Billy looked at Dan's prick, taking in the steady seepage of lubricant, and began tickling his scrotal hairs. "Okay, it's your turn, Dan," he said. "Just watch the screen and let us make you come." He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small cylindrical vibrator. Pushing my hand aside, he bared Dan's helmet and pressed the tip of the vibrator against Dan's slit, while flicking his thumb over the flaring corona. I took over tickling Dan's scrotal hairs, noting that his sac had tightened. "Ohhhh, that feels good," Dan exclaimed, as Billy slid the vibrator down to stimulate the gee-string. His glans darkened noticeably from the multiple sensations. On the screen, the big helmet was spurting long white ropes. "Soon you'll be shooting just like him," I told him. Billy's thumb was relentlessly flicking over his flaring rim, direct action without the intervening foreskin, and Dan's breathing speeded up. The direct action on the naked glans was intense, I knew. I was cupping his balls, fingertips pressed against the urethra behind his scrotum. "Your rim's getting harder, Dan," Billy told him. "Your tip's all swollen and you'll be dropping your load soon." He was still sliding the vibrator's nose along the frenulum in Dan's ventral groove. I felt Dan's grip on my prick tighten as he stopped stroking me. His eyes closed and his legs began trembling. I felt a hard pulse in the flesh behind his balls. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he cried out as the first wave of orgasm hit him. A long white stream flew from his orifice a foot into the air to land on his abdomen, releasing its chlorine odor. He yelped again as another surge of cream parted the lips of his slit. His body strained with the hot frenzy of orgasm, and I heard another loud cry as he shot a third jet high into the air. His face was contorted with the sweet agony of orgasm. I felt his urethra pulse again and an instant later another torrent poured from his long slit, not as high this time. Now Dan's glans was just seeping but his prick still twitched because Billy kept the buzzing vibrator pressed into the vee-groove under his glans to give him the maximum sensations. Dan's breathing slowed and he became very still. "I think orgasms feel different for us now is that we're discharging sperm," I said. "Our first were dry orgasms, and they were just spasms, without the hot rush of cream shooting up our urethras. Then we started shooting clear liquid and the sensations changed." "You're right," Billy said as he turned off the vibrator and released Dan's prick. I milked his urethra behind his balls and Billy milked the shaft, bending over to lick the drops as they emerged from his softening helmet. He then pulled Dan's hood up over the glans. "Did you like that?" Billy asked me. "Dan had a really hot come with both of us working on him, the vibrator, and the video. It's your turn now, and since you've been hard the longest, you should really blast off." Dan's fingers had fallen from my prick, and it twitched at Billy's words. My scrotum was already tight. Oh, yeah,," I replied. "I think when you hit me with that vibrator I won't last long at all." Billy grasped my prick and began slowly stroking my foreskin, twisting it with each up-stroke. With each down-stroke he probed my pouting orifice with his tongue. Each touch pulled me closer to the point of no return. I gazed at the screen as one actor began stroking and sucking two foreskin-covered pricks, covering and uncovering their helmets. "I think you're ready," Billy said as he pulled back, dragging my hood down to bunch up in a fleshy ring behind my corona. His thumb began flicking my naked ridge on top, faster and faster, and I felt my excitement rising as hot sparks of sensation stabbed into my corona. Dan roused himself and cupped my balls, fingertips pressing into the skin behind them. My body tensed in anticipation and my breathing became shallow and rapid. I heard the buzzing of the vibrator as Billy pressed its nose against my frenulum, sending hot pulses into my glans. "Your helmet's really dark now, and the rim's lost its spongy feel," Billy said as I felt the intense buzzing permeate my swollen tip. My eyes closed as I felt a tickle begin in my helmet. It intensified, and then I murmured: "Tickling, tingling," and my world exploded. I cried out: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as the first spasm wracked the root of my prick, sending a gush of hot lava up my tube. The jet rounded the slight upward curve in my glans and slammed through the pouting lips of my orifice. I felt Billy's lips against the blunt nose of my throbbing helmet and cried out helplessly as a second torrent poured into my urethra, tickling its delicate lining as it rushed toward the exit. My straining body shuddered with the frenzy of orgasm as the root of my prick throbbed again, shooting another powerful jet into my urethra. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!" I yelped as the intense buzzing filled my gee-string and glans and the sweet agony of orgasm dominated my attention. The world outside my body had ceased to exist, and only the overwhelming sensations in my throbbing prick reached my brain. I felt my hips buck, pushing my helmet hard against Billy's warm lips as the nerve endings in my frenulum vibrated in time with the vibrator. The intense, pleasurable torture in my gee-string brought forth another hot jet that shot up through my prick with a burning tickle that enhanced my sensations. I yelped loudly as I shot again, and then with a final hard throb my prick discharged its last load. Now I was sobbing and my penis was twitching as the residue seeped from my meatus. The vibrator kept tickling my gee-string, sending its messages of joy into the bottom of my helmet, adding to my sensations, as my orgasm faded. I was exhausted, spent, and inert as my body relaxed and sank into the afterglow. Billy and Dan cuddled up next to me and Dan milked my urethra, forcing out the last drops, which seeped onto my abdomen. After several minutes we got up to shower and flush ourselves out. As usual, we skinned back to let the hot water activate our sphincters and we watched our yellow stream flowing down the drain. We soaped each other up, and Dan worked the soap carefully over my abdomen and pubic hair to remove the congealed sperm that I'd shot all over myself. We stayed at Billy's house that night, cuddled together in the queen-sized bed and the following morning had breakfast together. That was when Billy made his announcement: "I've got a surprise for you today. Remember I asked you if you'd ever shaved your pubic hair? Well, in one of my college classes I met a guy who does. He's coming here this morning to tell his story."