Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 12:31:43 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 19, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 19 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. The following Saturday we again gathered at Billy's house. When Dan and I arrived we found them already naked, sipping coffee while they waited for us. We quickly stripped down and I saw that Ted's groin was freshly shaven, enhancing the look of his small prick. Actually, without pubic hair, his genitals looked like those of a young boy. We went into Billy's bedroom, where the queen-size bed awaited us. "You and Ted should pair off this time," Billy said, addressing me. Ted moved closer to me, and grasped my prick, saying: "I played with Dan's last weekend. Now I'd like to play with this one." I grasped Ted's prick, which was still soft like mine, and we sat on the bed. I urged him to lie down, which he did, and I lay next to him in a "69" position, squeezing his glans through the supple skin. "Feel anything when I do that?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he replied. "Each time you squeeze the head, I feel a spasm in my cock-root." "That's the bulbo-cavernal reflex," I informed him. "It shows your equipment is operating normally." His prick quickly stiffened from my stimulation and I slid his thin, supple skin over the core of his prick, feeling every ridge and every contour. Mine became stiff too, from his sliding my foreskin over my helmet. Billy and Dan sat on the edge of the bed, watching and fondling each other's pricks. I insinuated my tongue into Ted's foreskin, probing for his orifice, which I knew had pouted into a teardrop shape, like mine. Dan and Billy had by now gotten into a "69" position, on their side of the bed. Dan's back was touching mine. "That feels so good," Ted said as my tongue probed his slit, tasting the salty lubricant that had started seeping from it. I felt his tongue pierce my pucker and penetrate to my orifice, lapping around it in small circles. Now my thick tongue probed deeper, across the upper surface of his glans and around his flaring corona. I worked down to his gee-string and strummed it, making Ted sigh. Now I pulled his foreskin back slowly, uncovering the blunt nose of his small glans, and blew into his hole, making his prick twitch. I felt his tongue working on my sensitive frenulum, as a drop of lubricant began crawling up my urethra. I pulled back a little more on Ted's hood, uncovering half his helmet, and then slid it forward again, smelling the delicious aroma of his wet helmet and foreskin. I pulled back again, so that the edge of his foreskin was poised on his flaring ridge, and then pulled it towards me again, fully enveloping his glans. Now I tickled his scrotal hairs with my fingertips, adding another dimension to his excitement. "You've got a nice slit," he said. "I can work my tongue right into it." I felt him probing my orifice again, the tip of his small tongue penetrating deep into my teardrop, tickling the sensitive lining. "My tongue's too big to fit into yours, I said, but I like licking around it." I lapped at his teardrop slit, lapping up a drop of lubricant and spreading it in small circles around the orifice. "I'm going to make you climax, and I'll swallow your come," I told him. "You okay with that?" He removed his mouth from my prick to reply: "Great, Jack. I'll do the same for you. I want to find out what your come tastes like." I pulled his foreskin all the way off his wet glossy helmet and it locked behind his flaring corona, just as mine does. "Your foreskin locks behind the ridge, just like ours do," I told him. "Our pricks work a lot alike. Yours has a nice smell to it." "I like the taste and smell of yours too," he said, caressing the insides of my thighs. His excitement was mounting, as I saw his scrotum contracting. I blew on his exposed glans and heard him say: "That tickles, sort of." He skinned me back and blew into my pouting orifice, making my prick twitch. "That feels good for me too when you do that," I told him. Now I felt his tongue-tip probe my hole again, reaching for the drop of clear liquid that had appeared. My lips closed around the front of his glans as I pulled his foreskin over his ridge to rub and compress its many nerve endings. This was the double stroke I'd learned from Ken, and it had as intense an effect on Ted as it had had on me. He moaned as he felt the sensations, and his grip on my prick tightened, making me sigh in delight. I pushed my lips down to envelop his corona as I pulled his foreskin back, and then reversed, pulling my lips back and pulling his foreskin towards me again. Now I pushed his hood back, removing my mouth fron his helmet to say: "I'm glad your foreskin slides easily. That makes it feel good for you." He replied: "Yeah, it's tight like yours but it slides easily, like yours." To punctuate his words, he gave my foreskin a long backward stroke, completely uncovering my helmet to the corona. Behind me, Dan and Billy were stimulating each other in silence, as they were thoroughly familiar with each other's body. I pushed back harder on Ted's hood, uncovering the groove nehind his ridge and putting tension on his frenulum. "I'm not pulling too hard, am I?" I asked. In front of my eyes, his balls had drawn up tight against his body. "No, that feels very good when you're stretching my gee-string. Does yours stretch that way?" "It does, and it feels good," I said. I felt him increase the tension, making the many nerve endings in my frenulum sing. "You can pull it a little harder and see what happens," I suggested. He did and exclaimed: "Hey, that makes your head dip down a little, just like mine does. Does that feel good for you?" I pulled back harder on his and saw his glans dip down towards his feet. "Feels great," I assured him. Now I placed my lips around his glans and slid them down to his bare corona. I pulled back, bringing his foreskin forward and then reversed course, drawing back and pulling his foreskin forward. We were both seeping lubricant heavily now, a sign of our mutual arousal. The salty taste filled my mouth as I worked on his small stiff prick. I felt Ted's lips envelop my helmet, drawing it fully into his mouth as his tongue traveled from my meatus along my gee-string underneath and then back to my corona, swirling around it, caressing the nerve endings. His lips locked around the bunched-up foreskin behind the ridge as his tongue continued to swipe around my corona, then pulling back again to penetrate my orifice. Now he pulled back and said: "I love that head on your dick. It's shaped like mine, shiny like mine, only a lot bigger. It fills my mouth." By now my balls were tight against my perineum, a sure sign of how he was exciting me. He blew into my teardrop slit again, sending another thrill into my glans, and I wondered if he'd learned that from me or Billy. He put his lips around my glans again, and I felt the suction. Now I felt his helmet lose its spongy feel, the surface becoming firmer and the corona flaring out more, signaling that he was very close. "You're going to come," I said. "Better take your mouth off my prick. I don't know if you clench your teeth or not when you come." He released my glans and said: "You're right. Sometimes I do." His breathing was now rapid and shallow as he approached the point of no return. I continued using the double stroke, fingers and lips, on his glans as my fingers tightened around the base of his shaft to compress the veins. Ted had now begun moaning softly, and I increased my pace, knowing he'd welcome the increased stimulation. I felt the tension building in his body as his moans became louder. Now I felt a sudden throb in his glans as he cried out: "AH-AH-AH-AH!" as the first hot jet shot into my mouth. I savored the heavy salty taste as I swallowed it, and felt another hard pulse in his helmet. The second surge of cream surged onto my tongue and palate and I swallowed again. I pumped his foreskin hard, in long strokes, putting tension on his gee-string, as he ejaculated again. His helpless cries filled the room as his straining prick discharged again, sending another taste load into my mouth. His hips bucked, thrusting his prick deep into my mouth as he yelped again, shooting another gush deep into my mouth. Now he ws still, his prick still twitching, as I continued pumping his foreskin. The residue oozed from his teardrop slit, and I worked my tongue to lap it up. I pressed a fingertip into his perineum, stroking the urethra, forcing the last drops along, and then milked his shaft. He gave a last moan as I felt his body relax. His prick began to shrivel, the glans losing its hardness and shrinking in my mouth. Just then I heard Dan cry out behind me, and his body strained against mine as his orgasm began. I felt his body shuddering hard against mine as his spasms rocked it, overwhelming him in the frenzy of orgasm. Having just made Ted come, and now feeling my brother's orgasm further excited me, and made me eager for release. Ted had sunk into his daze, and I was sure he'd be like that for a minute or two. He surprised me by reviving after a few seconds, grasping my prick, and enveloping my hot turgid glans with his mouth. His hot mouth twisted around my helmet, his tongue working frantically over its sensitive contours, and I felt my glans going into its final swelling. A delicious erotic ache began in my helmet, signaling an urgent need to come, and I enjoyed the sensation. The outside world dimmed as my eyes closed and I focused only on the delicious feelings in my body. My breathing became shallow and fast with this onslaught. His lips twisted around my ridge, producing an erotic tickle, which in a few seconds changed to a hot tingle. "Tingling.." I murmured, knowing I was on the point of release. The tingle shot down my shaft to the root, and I felt the first hard shock of ejaculation as a gush of burning cream filled my urethra, shooting up to slam through the lips of my orifice into Ted's mouth. I yelped: "HUH! HAH! HUH! HAH!" as the sensations of orgasm filled my body. I shuddered hard as a second bolt of liquid fire seared its way up to my tip, erupting into Ted's mouth. I cried out again at the overwhelming sensation, and felt my hips buck, thrusting my prick deeper into Ted's mouth as another burning torrent gushed up my tube and out my orifice. My entire body tingled as the frenzy of orgasm gripped it, and now a fourth load erupted from my tip to drown Ted with liquid. The double excitement of having made him come and now feeling his hot mouth on my prick made my orgasm hotter, and I came again. My prick still twitched, although it was just seeping now as Ted's lips twisted around my corona and his pointed tongue probed deep into my orifice, searching for the last drops of cream. I felt his finger milking my shaft on the underside, forcing out the last drops. My consciousness dimmed as the daze overtook me. I don't know how long I remained that way, but I gradually returned to full consciousness and opened my eyes to see Ted smiling at me. "You really came hard and shot a lot," he said, pulling me up and turning me around. I saw Billy lying stiffly as Dan worked on his prick. His legs were trembling and his eyes closed as the tension built in hs body. Suddenly he yelped: AW! AW! AW! AW!" as his body convulsed with his first ejaculation. His cries filled the air as he shot again and again, until he too was still. "Your come was really nice," Ted murmured. "When you started shooting I tasted and smelled it. It was salty and like Clorox, like Dan's. Mine and Billy's are just salty. Your big dick was just throbbing and pumping into my mouth. I almost drowned in your come." "That was wonderful," I told him. "You made me come really hard. I didn't know where I was." "That was the idea. I'm glad I made you come the way you did." "Both today and last Sunday your shot a lot when you came, as much as I do, and Billy and Dan too," I told him. "Your equipment works as well as ours." Dan sat up and added his comments: "Yeah, Ted, I saw how much you shot last Sunday when Jack stroked you. Your cock was really gushing, just like ours do." "Let's go take a shower now," I said, grasping Ted's hand and pulling him up. "It would be a tight fit with all four of us in there, so we'd better pair off." Under the hot water, we pulled our foreskins back to lock behind our coronas and let the stream sluice down over our tips. I felt a tension down there and then my sphincter relaxed and my yellow stream began flowing, flushing out the last sperm from my urethra. "Hot water does the same thing to me," Ted said as his stream began. "It feels so good when I pee, almost like coming." "It gives me a thrill too," I told him. "I like the rush through my urethra, all the way down my prick. The stream tickles my slit when it comes out." I was drained now, and pulled back hard on my foreskin to bare the deep groove behind my ridge, running a fingertip in it to clean out any sperm residue that might have accumulated. Ted followed my example and then we slipped our hoods down again to cover the tips. We were drying ourselves when Billy and Dan came in, and they began showering as we left. In the bedroom Ted leaned over to smell my prick, pushing my foreskin back behind the glossy wet glans. "Yours smells so nice," he said as he pulled my foreskin forward again. I grasped his prick, uncovering the head, and sniffed it, savoring the delicious aroma. Even freshly rinsed, with all the sperm and lubricant washed off, our intact pricks retained a subtle and attractive aroma. "I like the smell of yours too," I told him. I pulled his foreskin over the glans and then we got dressed and waited for the others. Billy and Dan came out and dressed, and Billy suggested we go to a seafood restaurant for lunch. This was a good idea, and we agreed enthusiastically. After lunch we returned to Billy's house and stripped down again. Billy led us to the living room, where he put on a porn flick. We squeezed ourselves on the couch facing the flat screen TV, with me at the left end and Ted next to me. Billy said: "This is another one of those European videos, from Hungary or the Czech Republic. I like those because they're not like American-made vids where almost everybody's circumcised. Over there, they all still have their skins." I knew what he meant, as Dan and I had seen Billy's European videos before. I'd noticed something else about them. The actors were not chosen for the size of their pricks, but were mostly average, unlike some American videos where everybody was larger than average. Size didn't seem to be important to the Europeans. As the video began Ted's hand drifted over to my groin and I felt his fingers close around my prick, grasping it at the end and squeezing my glans. I reached for his, squeezing his helmet through the supple skin, and felt it engorge rapidly under my touch, filling its foreskin as it hardened. As his erection was smaller than mine, it took less blood to fill it, and he got hard faster than I did. I felt the hard core of his prick through the thin skin as I slid it up and down. His corona made a distinct ridge on the top side, and with my index finger I felt the v-groove under his glans. Ted's fingers were sliding my hood in short strokes, giving it a slight twist at the top of each stroke. I felt a slight tickle deep inside as the first drop of lubricant seeped from my Cowper's glands and began crawling up my tube. I looked over and saw that Billy and Dan were similarly stroking each other's pricks. My eyes were on the screen but my attention was focused on Ted's prick and the sensations he was giving mine. We were both fully erect but after the way we'd drained ourselves this morning, there was no sense of urgency, no need to rush to orgasm. Ted drew my foreskin down to bare only the blunt nose of my helmet, exposing the pouting slit, and then pulled it up again with a slight twist. I alternated between squeezing his glans and stroking his hood. Ted slipped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. His body felt warm against mine, and his prick felt hot in my hand. "You turn me on so much," he whispered in my ear. I easily believed him because I felt his fingers tighten on my prick as he said this. Now his fingers palpated my prick, exploring its contours through the covering skin. He ran a finger along the big vein running down the right side, then felt the curvature of my corona, and pressed his index finger into the v-groove under my glans, the hot spot where my frenulum was attached. More lubricant flowed from my meatus, filling my foreskin. "You've got such a nice dick," he said. "I'd like to feel it between my legs, like you did to Dan last week." At this, Billy spoke up: "You'll have to do that in the bedroom. Go ahead. There's condoms in the drawer." Following his suggestion, we got up, leaving more room on the couch for him and Dan. In the bedroom, we stood facing each other for a moment, our pricks almost touching. A drop of clear fluid glittered in my foreskin pucker. Ted pushed forward, and I felt his foreskin-covered glans press against mine. "Let me put the rubber on that big dick," he said. He pulled a condom from the drawer and then clasped my prick at the foreskin, pushing it completely back, uncovering the big purple helmet. "Looks like you're already pretty wet," he said. "You won't need any additional lube." He lovingly unrolled the condom over my glans, carefully leaving me some slack for thrusting, and then all the way down the shaft. I spread a towel over the center of the bed and he lay down on his left side. I positioned myself behind him as he lifted his thigh. When he felt my prick against his perineum he lowered his thigh, gripping me tightly. I began thrusting slowly as I reached over his body and grasped his prick, feeling its hardness between my fingers. "We can try to come together if you like," I told him. "I'd love that, Jack," he replied. "I'd love to feel your big dick throbbing against me while you're making me come." I stroked his foreskin in time with my thrusts, pulling it back as I withdrew, and then pushing it forward to envelop his helmet while I thrust. Each time I pulled his hood back, I pulled it as far as I could, to stretch the many nerve endings in his gee-string. I was pressed tightly against his back, and we came into full contact with each forward thrust as my abdomen pressed against his butt. "I'm glad you've got a big dick," Jack," he said. "I can feel your helmet against my balls each time you come forward." I knew that if his scrotum wasn't tight by now it soon would be. Mine was drawing up, a pleasant feeling that added to my excitement. "Let me know how you're doing," I told him. "When you get close I'll try to come right with you." "It'll be a while yet," he said. "Anyway, I'd like it to last. Feeling your dick sliding against me down there is really turning me on. I've never felt anything like it." "You never did Princeton?" I asked. "Never even heard of it until I met Billy." Although I was going slowly, the feeling built up inside me, and I found myself thrusting faster and working his foreskin in time with my thrusts. I tried to stay relaxed but my excitement was mounting inexorably, and I felt his was too. "Ever do it with Billy?" I asked. "No, the first time I saw it was when you did it with Dan. I was stroking his dick to make him come when you did. That was a beautiful sight. His dick was throbbing between my fingers while he was shooting his load. I watched the come shooting from his big helmet. Just thinking about it now makes me hot." As he spoke, I was trying hard to remain relaxed, to hold back, but his words were further fueling my excitement. "Your talking about it is making me hot," I said as I drew his foreskin back hard, putting tension on his frenulum. "Well, we're going to come, sooner or later," Ted replied. "I just want to let it happen when it does." I was thrusting faster now, the compelling sensation heightening my ardor. My balls were very tight, and I felt my helmet start to go into its final swelling. Through the foreskin, I felt that Ted's helmet had started to lose its sponginess. "Our tips are swelling more now," I said. His breathing was faster, as was mine. "I know. I can feel it." His thigh muscles contracted, squeezing my prick harder. "Did you feel that?" "Oh, did I," I replied. "You're going to make me come faster." Now my body was getting into the frenzy of the last moments before orgasm, and I was thrusting hard and fast. My fingers whipped his foreskin back and forth, bumping and compressing his helmet's many nerve endings with each stroke. I felt some of his lubricant seeping out onto my trembling encircling fingers as I worked him into a frenzy of excitement. "I've got a tickle in my rim," he whispered. "You?" "Just starting," I murmured, thrusting harder and slamming my body against his. I felt the tension in his body increase, and his legs started trembling. The tickle in my ridge became stronger and I knew I was very close. "I'm tingling," he said, and I felt myself start to withdraw from the world outside my body as my mind focused on my prick and the contact with his body. I twisted his foreskin as my tingle built up to a crescendo, and then my world exploded. We cried out together as the first burning gush shot up my prick and I twisted his foreskin hard, feeling his penis throb hard between my trembling, encircling fingers. He was shooting too, and I slammed my prick hard into him, feeling my glans bump his tight scrotum as I shot again. His prick throbbed an instant before mine did, and he grunted hard. I groaned loudly as another blast of hot cream surged up my throbbing prick to fill the end of the condom, swirling around my glans. We were both moaning loudly, helplessly, as our orgasms consumed us. His body shuddered hard against mine as we both discharged again, and I mindlessly thrust my straining prick deeper. I felt his prick throb as another hot stream poured from my orifice, coating my glans and softening the friction. It didn't matter, as I was fully into my orgasm, and with the next thrust I blew another load into the latex sheath. This was my last full load, and although I kept thrusting, my prick merely oozed cream now. I felt a final throb in his prick but I kept stroking him, now dragging his foreskin all the way back a couple of times and holding it there, stretching his gee-string. Now we were still, spent and dazed, exhausted from the hot frenzy of climax, and sinking into the delicious afterglow. My prick began to soften, and I felt the hard core of his prick shrinking as it deflated. A couple of silent minutes passed, during which our breathing slowed to normal. When I opened my eyes, I saw Billy and Dan looking down at us. Their erections were standing straight out, foreskins drawn back and wet glossy heads exposed. "Looks like you both had a good come," Billy said, looking at the pool of sperm on the towel. "Ted really shot a heavy load." "I did," Ted responded. "Jack also shot a lot, but it's all in the condom." He lifted his thigh and, grasping the base of the condom, I pulled back. The condom's end sagged, full of my secretions. "We're going to take a shower," I said, getting up. "I guess you can have the bed now." "We need it," Dan said. "We were doing "69" but it's awkward on the couch." Ted got up, taking the towel and wadding it up for the hamper. Billy and Dan arranged themselves on the bed and began caressing each other's prick with their lips and tongues. In the bathroom, I pulled the condom off my soft prick. It slid off easily, and the aroma of my sperm filled the air. We got into the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water running down our bodies. Ted's foreskin was still bunched up behind his crown, as was mine, and we emptied our bladders. "Aaahhhhh, that feels so good," he murmured as his stream sluiced through the lips of his slit. "You said it tickles your slit when you pee. It does the same thing to mine." Through the sound of the rushing water I heard grunts and cries coming from the bedroom. We carefully rinsed off the residue lodged behind our ridges, and then pulled our hoods down and shut off the water. After we'd dried ourselves, we walked out into the bedroom, holding hands. I saw that Dan's prick lay limply on his thigh, foreskin fully forward, and that Billy's hips were bucking as he thrust his prick deeper into Dan's mouth. "Looks like Billy got a mouthful of Clorox," Ted observed. Billy was moaning as his orgasm approached, and his breathing was very fast. Now we heard him cry out as his body shuddered, and saw Dan's Adam's apple bobbing frantically as he swallowed Billy's discharges. I guessed that Billy shot about five times before he became still. Both lay quietly for a couple of minutes, Billy's softening prick between Dan's lips, and then roused themselves. "We didn't need a towel on the bed for this," Billy said. "We swallowed it all. Now we'll go rinse off." They went into the bathroom and we stood by the bed, still holding hands. When Billy and Dan emerged, Ted said: "I'm really grateful to you guys. You made me feel good about my dick." Billy patted him on the shoulder and replied: "I'm glad it worked out so well for you. We all had fun together." I hugged Ted to me, and I felt our pricks mash together gently.