Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 07:08:05 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 20, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 20 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 were again at Billy's house, as this was becoming routine for us. As usual, we'd stripped upon entering, and now were in the living room looking casually at each other's crotches. Billy spoke up: "You guys ever hear of that game where husbands and wives get together, the guys go behind curtains with only their cocks showing through the curtains, and the wives have t choose which cock belongs to their husbands?" "I heard about that years ago, but never met anyone who actually took part in it. I never met anyone who knows someone who did that," I said. "Maybe it's just an urban legend." "That could be," said Ted. "Anyway, I'm sure we could identify each other by our dicks. You'd have no trouble telling which is mine- no hair and small." "You and Dan have similar cocks," Billy said. "You both have helmets, and Dan has a long slit and you have a pouting slit, when you're hard." "Yeah but I'd have to be hard for you to see it," I replied. "I could tell even soft," Billy riposted. "Your slit isn't as long as Dan's." "Of us four, you have the only mushroom shape," Dan told him. "The rest of us have helmets. Even soft, our ridges have that flare." "That's true," Billy admitted. "If it were just us four, we could tell. But what if we were lined up with a hundred guys? It would be harder then." "You could eliminate most guys easily because they'd be circumcised," Ted contributed. "Yeah, there might be ten of us with skins," Billy said. "If we were in Europe, it would be different." "Still, not all foreskins look alike," I said. "We've all got enough to cover our tips, but some guys have short foreskins that cover only half. Then there are guys like Nick, who have long nipples at the end." "That's right," Billy said. "Then some are thin, like ours, and others are thick. Last week I saw one in the locker room that was really thick. You couldn't really see the shape of the head through it." "That's another thing, the shape and size of the head," Dan said. Ours are all big at the end, and they bulge, but some guys with small tips have cocks that taper, like a worm." "Oh, yeah," Billy agreed. "I saw a couple of cocks like that when I was at summer camp at age 12. I also saw that some uncut guys didn't skin back to pee." "It probably splattered all over," I said. "No, not always. It usually came out in a neat stream. I think only the guys who splattered found it necessary to skin back." "Jack and I always have to skin back when we pee," Dan said. "Even if we didn't splatter, we'd skin back so as not to have any residue under our skins. After a few hours it starts to stink." "Me too," Ted chimed in. "I'm careful not to leave any urine inside my foreskin. I love the clean smell of dick, but stale urine doesn't smell good at all." "You always skin back all the way?" Billy asked. "I just uncover the front of my tip." "Sometimes we do, but other times we don't," I replied. "I like to skin back most of the way to be sure the hole's clear. I think Dan does too." I felt a tickle deep inside that told me I'd started secreting lubricant. I was sure the others were too, as we always enjoyed sex talk as a preliminary to sex play. It was a sort of verbal foreplay, a way of exchanging information and getting aroused at the same time. "My tip's so small that it doesn't take much to uncover it all the way," Ted contributed. "I make sure to milk it down afterward, to get every drop out." "We milk ours down too," Dan said. "I really hate that wet feeling in my underwear. Even if it doesn't leak out of the skin, it stays there and starts to smell bad after a few hours." "I sometimes forget to milk it, and get a few drops in my shorts," Billy said. Billy's prick had begun to swell, and now I found mine stirring as well. "Well, I think we all took showers this morning, so we must smell nice," I said. "All I've got inside my foreskin is a couple of drops of lube." I skinned back half way to show them the wet and glossy front dome. My glans had begun to swell and the lips of my slit were parting to form a teardrop, with a drop of fluid filling the gap. Billy leaned close to me and sniffed. "Yeah," he said. "You cock smells nice and clean." He uncapped his and held it close to my nose, wet and glossy mushroom staring at me. "So does yours," I said. I grasped his prick and slid his foreskin back and forth a few times, spreading his lube thoroughly over his glans. Billy reciprocated, and within seconds we were fully hard. Ted and Dan were caressing each other's pricks, and were erect. It was time to get serious. "Maybe you and Dan could dock with the buddy sleeve," Billy suggested. "Ted's never seen the buddy sleeve, and you could demonstrate it while I dock him inside my skin." We went into the bedroom, where Billy spread a towel on the bed and handed us the sleeve, after squirting a few drops of Astroglide into it. Dan and I arranged ourselves on the bed, pricks pointing toward each other, and eased into the sleeve. The ribs inside the sleeve pushed our foreskins back to lock behind our rims, and I felt Dan's hot hard glans pressing against the front dome of mine. I started sliding the sleeve back and forth between us. Ted and Billy stood watching us, hands on each other's pricks. Billy explained to Ted: "Jack and Dan have big helmets, so even though they have skins they only have room enough inside for one head. "Now because your tip is small, any one of us can dock you. Dan and Jack have to use that buddy sleeve to simulate docking. It's not a real skin, but they enjoy it a lot." I added to his comments: "It actually feels better than a foreskin," I said. "There are rib on the inside of the sleeve, and they give us more sensation on the helmet than the inside of a smooth foreskin." Dan took it further: "You see we've got flaring rims like you do," he said. "Well, the ribs snap over them as Jack strokes, and they both rub and compress our rims. That's a terrific feeling." "The ribs also ripple over the twin lobes of our coronas where they meet under the glans," I added. "Also the gee-string between them." As I spoke, I kept stroking slowly and evenly, building up our sensations. Billy and Ted were still standing, but Billy had taken Ted's small glans inside his hood and was stroking them both. I felt Dan's fingers creeping between my thighs to cup my scrotum, which was already tight from my excitement. We were both lubricating heavily, and the thick viscous liquid softened the friction for us, slowing our race to orgasm. "Let's watch them come first, before we do," Ted suggested to Billy. "This is really exciting for me." "Good idea," Billy replied. "It'll be hotter for us when we do come." Dan had begun moaning softly as the friction and pressure stimulated his helmet and bunched-up foreskin, and my breathing became faster. I knew we were doubly excited, from the physical sensations and from describing them to Ted. Now we concentrated on the feelings in our pricks, anticipating the onset of orgasm, which would be soon. I was now stroking slightly faster, because of the compelling sensations. At the same time I was trying to remain relaxed so as to prolong the build-up, but wasn't succeeding. I felt my glans swelling from the inrush of blood, and sensed that Dan's front dome was firmer than before. "Their helmets are getting darker," Billy commented to Ted. "Yeah, I can see that through the plastic," Ted acknowledged. "They're getting close." "We're getting that final swelling," I murmured. Dan's moaning became louder and his breathing became shallow and faster. We were caught up in the last stage before the explosion, and our minds increasingly focused on our own bodies. My awareness of the outside world dimmed, and I felt my eyes closing, shutting out extraneous perceptions to allow me to concentrate on the delicious sensations in my prick. "Tickle," Dan whispered, and I felt him thrust his glans hard against mine. He'd be coming before I did, and whether his jets would shoot into my meatus or swirl around the front of my helmet, his discharges would trigger mine. Ohhh," I moaned as a tickle began in my corona. I felt a tightening at the root of my prick, despite my effort to remain relaxed, and I knew the end was only seconds away. "They're gonna come," I heard Billy say in the distance. I was forced to stroke faster, pursuing the sensations, impelled by the hot feelings in my prick. "Tingling," Dan gasped, and I felt his body tighten up against mine where our chests pressed together and our legs intertwined. Now I was stroking as quickly as I could aand the tickle in my rim turned into a hot tingle that spread all over my glans. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard Dan bellow as I felt his big helmet throb hard against mine as it spewed a floor of hot cream that enveloped the front of my glans, triggering my release. I cried out as the first spasm wracked my insides, feeling the burning hot liquid shooting up my urethra to mix with his. Dan cried out helplessly as he shot again, and I felt the flood of cream flowing over my helmet inside the sleeve. My torrent quickly followed as I grunted and groaned in sweet agony. Our bodies shuddered together as our pricks surged again, the streams filling the sleeve and flowing past our swollen coronas to leak out the ends. My helmet was sliding in a cushion of thick viscous liquid as another spasm wracked me, and I felt Dan's helmet throb and his hot gush against my glans. "AAAAHHHHH!" Dan yelled as the final discharge spewed from his throbbing helmet to splash against the front of mine, followed by my ejaculation. Our orgasms were almost over, although our pricks still twitched. We began to relax as the tension left us, our tips seeping a few drops that flowed slowly up our tubes. We were still for a minute as our pricks shrunk. I was coming back to full consciousness and heard Billy say: "Now that was inspiration, Ted. Watching those two hot guys coming hard like that should have you ready to blow your load right into my skin." "I'm, almost there, Billy," Ted replied. "I don't want to shoot while standing because my knees would probably buckle." "I know you're almost there. Your balls are really tight," Billy informed him. Dan and I got up, leaking sperm into the towel as we rolled it up and emptying the sleeve into it. We spread another towel for Billy and Ted, and they carefully eased themselves onto the bed without breaking contact. Ted's small helmet was making a noticeable bulge in Billy's ample hood, and Billy was stroking over both tips. Dan and I milked our pricks into wads of Kleenex, not wanting to go into the bathroom and miss the show. "His tip's not spongy any more," Billy commented to us. "It's hard as a rock." Ted was obviously way ahead of Billy, and was grunting hard as he thrust his prick deeper into Billy's loose foreskin. I saw his eyes close as the moment of rapture approached and his lips drew back from his teeth. His breathing was shallow and rapid. Billy's scrotum was also tight against his body, but he was still a minute or two from coming. "Yeah, Ted would collapse if he started coming while on his feet," Dan said to me. "Look at the way his legs are shaking now." At that moment Billy expertly grasped Ted's penis near the base and pushed back on the skin, putting tension on Ted's frenulum to boost his sensations, and we heard Ted howl. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" he yelped as his orgasm launched. His hips bucked hard and his entire body shuddered as the frenzy of the climax overwhelmed him. I saw white liquid start to seep from the end of Billy's foreskin onto the towel. Ted cried out helplessly as he trembled, his legs twitching as his prick discharged more sperm. Billy kept up his stroking to keep Ted coming as long as possible, and Ted responded, crying out and thrusting. We saw more white liquid leak out the end of Billy's hood as Ted's legs trembled, and knew that Ted was truly draining himself. I felt Dan's fingers close around my wet prick and knew this was getting to him. It was getting to me too, and I grasped his prick. We were totally limp, and unable to attain erections so soon after coming, but we were aroused mentally. Now Ted was still, utterly exhausted, and we saw his body start to relax. His eyes remained closed, as he sank into a daze in which he remained for a couple of minutes. Billy began to milk his urethra as his prick shrank and slipped out of the enveloping foreskin. Then he pulled Ted's hood down over the shrunken helmet. When Ted opened his eyes he snuggled down to Billy's groin, grasping his still hard prick and inserted his tongue inside the hood. We saw the bulge of his tongue move as he ran it all around Billy's mushroom, licking up the remnants of hs ejaculation. Then he addressed Billy: "Okay, I came way before you. Now I'll make you come and swallow your cream." He slipped his tongue into Billy's foreskin again, and by the movements we saw he was probing Billy's long slit. Now he probed farther, caressing the broad upper surface of Billy's swollen mushroom and then descending to strum the gee-string, making Billy sigh in delight. Billy's tight scrotum was evidence of his arousal, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd cry out and pump his sperm into Ted's mouth. Now Ted's fingers closed around Billy's shaft, pulling back hard, drawing the foreskin off the glans, giving him access to the entire surface. Ted locked his lips behind Billy's corona ad twisted his head, producing the delicious sideways friction that never failed to trigger orgasm. A tremor began in Billy's legs as the sensations reached deeply into his, and we saw him clench his fists. Billy's rapid breathing was punctuated by gasps as waves of sensation flowed through his penis, and now his eyes closed. "This is it," Dan whispered to me. Ted had pulled back slightly and brought Billy's foreskin riding over his ridge. Now he pulled back hard on the foreskin, his lips following to envelop Billy's corona, the double stroke that we'd learned from Ken. Billy's body tensed suddenly, and he cried out: "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" as his hips bucked, and we knew he'd just had his first discharge. Ted's Adam's apple bobbed, and he pumped Billy's prick again, producing another spasm that wracked Billy's straining body. Billy shuddered hard as he cried out again, and Ted swallowed his jet. Dan leaned against me, and I put my arm around him as we watched this erotic display, vicariously enjoying Billy's orgasm. Billy's hips bucked again, thrusting his prick deeper into Ted's mouth as he yelped again, and Ted pumped his foreskin hard, bumping his corona and making Billy shudder in frenzy as the orgasm consumed him. Ted swallowed again not letting a drop of Billy's hot sperm escape his lips. Billy let out one last agonized cry and then was still, his ejaculations over, although I was sure his slit still seeped a creamy residue. Ted began milking his urethra, beginning behind his scrotum and carefully working his way along Billy's penis to the end, licking away the drops as they emerged. Dan and I turned away now, and entered the shower stall. Under the hot water, our soft pricks discharged their yellow streams, the strong gush tickling the inside of my urethra. Dan leaned into me and whispered: "It always feels so good to pee afterward." I replied: "It feels good to pee any time. That rush in my prick always gives me a thrill." We milked our pricks to expel the last drops of urine and soaped each others' bodies. Then we rinsed carefully, making sure no soap remained between glans and foreskin, and dried ourselves. As we had several other things to do that afternoon, we left Billy and Ted to their own devices.