Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 09:20:40 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 23 Growing Up Intact, Part 23 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. That evening Dan and I were in bed, ready for sleep. We'd spent the afternoon studying and doing our homework. I was on my left side and Dan was right behind me, his arm over my body and his warm fingers around my prick. His fingers moved slight along my shaft, stroking my foreskin. "You're swelling," he said. I reached behind me and grasped his heavy-ended prick, squeezing the helmet through the encapsulating hood. "I've been thinking of how hot this morning was," I replied. "That e-stim made my penis tingle so much....." "I've been thinking about that too," he said. "I know we were both turned on from going through it and then watching others shooting their loads." "Yeah," I said. "We felt drained right then, but it's been at the back of our minds since." My prick was definitely swelling now, and I felt his responding to my rhythmic squeezes. "I'm hot and horny again," he said. "I can feel you are too." He was now slipping my foreskin back half-way to bare the front dome of my helmet, and then pushing it forward again to envelop it completely, and this was having a pronounced effect on me. "We're in the perfect position for Princeton," I suggested. "Let me get a towel down in front of me and put the condom on you." We rolled off the bed and Dan got a towel from the bathroom. I took a condom from the bedside table and squirted a few drops of Astroglide lubricant into it. Dan stood in front of me, his 6 1/2" prick pointing straight at my face, and I pushed his foreskin back to catch behind his flaring corona. His glans and foreskin aroma hit me and I commented: "Your prick smells so nice. This makes me hot too." I placed the condom on his front dome, pinching the end to create some slack for thrusting, and lovingly unrolled it over his bulging glans, continuing to the base of his shaft. Dan sighed at the sensation and I said: "I love handling your prick. Just looking at it makes me hot because it's so beautiful. Touching it is pure heaven." I lay back on the bed on my left side again, and as Dan eased into position behind me I lifted my leg. He slipped his prick between my thighs touching my perineum, and said: "I'm going to be handling your cock now. That's really hot. I'll be stroking you until you cream and I'll feel your helmet and shaft throbbing in my hand." He emphasized his point by reaching over my body and giving my prick a tight squeeze. "Ooooohhh," I sighed. "That's so erotic." He began a slow thrusting between my thighs, stroking my foreskin in synchronization. "We've done this many times, Bro, but I never get tired of it," he said. "Me neither," I responded. "I lobe to feel your big prick sliding between my thighs, and then throbbing hard when you come. I love to feel your fingers around my prick, stroking my foreskin back and forth, making my balls tighten up, and then bringing me to orgasm." "We can come together when we do Princeton," he said. "It feels better when we're both coming at the same time." 'Yeah, when I start to get a tingle in my tip feeling your helmet nudging my balls sends me over the edge," I said. "There's lot of room in this condom," he observed. "This gives me lots of room to slide, and I feel the texture of your skin through the latex." "Good thing we get Trojan Magnums," I replied. "Your prick's longer than mine and you can use the extra room." All the while Dan kept thrusting slowly and stroking me at the same pace. We were both pretty relaxed, determined to make it last and to enjoy the ride. Dan was the active partner and he knew exactly how to give us both the best experience. "I like it that the rubber's not tight around my tip," he said. "It lets me swing a little bit from side to side." He demonstrated, swinging his penis against one thigh and then the other for a variation in sensations. "We both have big helmets," I said. "We enjoy the extra slack. What you're doing right now feels good to me." "This will feel good too," he said as he began twisting my foreskin slightly on the forward stroke. "I know we both love that sideways friction on our tips." The increased sensations made my scrotum tighten, drawing up against my body. "Are your balls getting tighter?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel them coming up," he replied. "I think yours are too. They seem firmer against my helmet." "Mine are really tight now, even though you're going slowly." Dan's even thrusts and strokes would sooner or later bring us to the point of no return, when orgasm became inevitable and we'd be mindlessly grunting, throbbing, and ejaculating. I felt a tickle in the root of my prick, and a drop of natural lubricant began crawling up my urethra. "I'm getting lube," I said. "Me too," Dan told me. "I'm glad I didn't put too much Astroglide in the condom," I told him. "You secrete enough so that you hardly need artificial lube. Anyway, I'm glad you're taking it easy." "We both know we'll come hotter and harder if we take our time," he said. "Rushing it's a loser." "It's also nice with the buddy sleeve," I said. "With that, we can come together and feel each other's tips throbbing and shooting all over us." "Yeah, I love to feel your hot cream coating my tip from front to the groove in back, mixing with mine." "It's especially hot the times you've come first and our holes were lined up and you shot right down my hole," I said. Our sex talk was adding to our excitement, heightening our every sensation. "First I felt your throb and then liquid fire shooting down my urethra. That always triggered my orgasm right then." "Yeah, I'd throb first and then I'd hear you grunt hard as your tip throbbed against mine," he said. "Then we'd flood the sleeve with our cream and some would run out the ends. I'd feel your helmet pushing hard against the front of mine." "That was hot, but this morning was really something else," I said. "My prick was tingling right from the start. Whatever program was on, there was this pleasant tingle running through my prick." "I remember," he agreed. "It was the same for me. I'm glad I followed Billy's lead and put the loop inside my skin under the head and touching my gee-string. I felt the tingle all through my cock, even in the skin." "That's how it felt for me," I said. "When I saw what it did for you I knew it would be the same for me." "The sensation when I went to TOGGLE and saw my cock jerking up with every pulse drove me over the edge," Dan said. "Nothing else mattered anymore. I was concentrating on my cock, and how the pulses hit my prostate too, and I just lost it." "I know, Dan. I was watching you and saw how your prick was bobbing up and down. Billy was stroking my prick right then, and I was close to coming when you started to shoot." "That really drained me," he said. "Then I watched you getting hooked up, and saw what the e-stim was doing to you. My cock was totally limp then, but I enjoyed the show. You'd been hard longer than the rest of us, and it didn't take as long for you to come because you were really primed." "Oh, when INTENSE and TOGGLE were running, I was just out of this world. After watching the three of you getting off on e-stim, and then having it myself, I was helpless. I just lay there and let it happen. Feeling my prick jerk up and down drove me over the edge." "I think both of us shot more times than we usually do," Dan said. "I know for sure you did, because I was watching. You usually shoot five loads. This morning you shot six or seven. I knew how it felt for you because I'd just had an electric orgasm myself. You were yelling loudly, just as I had a few minutes before." "I was loud because my cream felt so hot running up my tube," I said. "The whole experience felt so hot." Our reminiscing about the morning's events was having an effect on Dan, as I felt him increase the pace of his thrusts and his strokes on my foreskin. I felt drops of lubricant oozing from my meatus. "You're pretty wet now," Dan commented. "Your lube's running out over my fingers." "That's what you're doing to me, Dan," I said. "I know it's getting to you too. You're pumping your prick faster and stroking me faster." I felt Dan shift his grip slightly on my prick. Now his thumb was on top and three fingers underneath, and he pulled back hard on my foreskin, stretching my nerve-rich frenulum. "I'm trying to stay relaxed, but I'm still getting excited," he replied. "I know you are too. It's not just the lube leaking. I can feel your helmet firming up through your skin." "Yours is too," I told him. "Your helmet's flaring out and I feel it in my perineum." "Yeah, I feel your ridge through your skin, and it's definitely bigger now. You're getting' there." Our mutual arousal was feeding on itself, and Dan's thrusts sped up, as did his strokes on my foreskin. I really enjoyed the longer strokes, pulling my hood back enough to put tension on the nerve endings in my gee-string, making my glans dip. On the forward stroke, he pushed hard, to envelope the head and form a pucker in front of it. "You're doing it to me, stretching my gee-string," I told him. "You're going faster too. That feels so good." Dan's thrusts became urgent as the compelling sensations forced him to go faster. I squeezed my thigh muscles, putting pressure on his glans and shaft, increasing the friction. I heard him moan behind me. "Oh, that feels so good on my cock," he said. "Can we stop a minute? I'm gonna lose it in a few seconds." "Okay, let's take a short break," I agreed. "I'd like it to last a little longer." Dan stopped thrusting, but his fingers continued to slide my hood slightly over my swollen glans. He took several deep breaths and I felt him relax somewhat. We lay still for a minute, during which I felt his helmet lose its firmness. Now he resumed and said: "Okay, Jack, now let's go for the gold!" He started slowly at first, but within seconds he was pumping faster, and manipulating my foreskin in long hard strokes, twisting at the top of each cycle. I felt his glans swell between my thighs, and heard his breathing become shallow and rapid, like mine. "Your tip's hot and hard," he murmured in my ear. "I'm gonna give you direct action." With these words he pulled back, locking my foreskin behind my hard flaring corona, and I felt his warm fingers caressing my slippery wet glans, stroking and twisting. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed into my helmet, shooting down my shaft to the root. I felt his abdomen slap repeatedly against my buttocks as he rushed toward his climax. My body tensed up, and I felt a tremor in my legs. Now my eyes closed as I concentrated on the sensations in my prick. A tickle started in my ridge, and became a tingle that spread all over my helmet. A sudden spasm deep inside me made me cry out: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as I felt a surge of hot liquid shoot into my urethra and up my tube. Dan wasn't coming yet, so I reached down between my thighs and pressed my fingertips into the bottom of his prick, hitting his tightly stretched frenulum. I heard him yelp: "AAHHHHH!" as the enhanced sensations flowed into his helmet and triggered his climax. His prick throbbed hard between my thighs as he thrust forward, and I knew he'd blown his first load. Now my second ejaculation seared its way up my tube, slamming through the pouting lips of my orifice and onto the towel. We struggled together in orgasm, our bodies shuddering hard, and Dan's prick throbbed again, his hot sperm captured inside the condom and coating his glans. We were both crying out helplessly as the intense sensations coursed through us, our bodies locked together in the hot frenzy of mutual orgasm. My third jet poured from my slit, coating his fingers and softening the friction on my glans somewhat. Dan cried out again as his prick throbbed between my thighs and against my probing fingers underneath. I felt his fingers twisting around my helmet, drawing another spasm from me, and more hot cream surged from my tip to run onto his fingers. I felt his prick thrust and throb again as his third load poured into the latex sheath. Dan's fingers caressed my corona and my nerve-rich gee-string to bring forth the fourth jet from my throbbing tip, and a second later a spasm in his prick told me that he'd discharged again. The chlorine odor from my sperm filled the air, and I felt him flick his thumb rapidly over my ridge while his other fingers pressed into my frenulum. Now I pressed harder into the underside of his glans as the root of my prick throbbed with my fifth release that squirted from my helmet. Dan's body slammed hard against mine as he blew his fifth load into the condom, and then he lay still. His fingers were still wrapped around my glans, but barely moving, The main part of my orgasm was over, but my prick still twitched slightly and oozed a few drops. Our breathing slowed, and he whispered into my ear: "Hey, Bro, I can smell your chlorine discharge." Both of us smell like chlorine when we come, but I wasn't able to smell his sperm, enclosed by the condom. Our pricks softened as we lay against each other, and our bodies relaxed. We were both dazed, and gave in to the soporific effect of the afterglow. We awoke perhaps an hour later. Dan was nibbling on my earlobe. I felt his fingers milking down my penis and I reached back and caressed his cheek. When he'd finished draining the last of my sperm and lubricant from my prick, I felt him pull his limp prick from between my thighs, taking the condom with it. "Time to shower again," he said, and we went into the bathroom. In the shower we skinned back as usual, making sure our coronas and grooves were fully exposed to the hot water coursing down our bodies, rinsing away and residue of sperm and lubricant, and then we carefully slipped our foreskins down to cover our precious tips. As usual after sex, our helmets were still somewhat swollen, making larger bulges inside our foreskins. Our flaring ridges stood out more prominently, their shapes very visible through the hoods. Our shafts, on the other hand, had shrunk down to their usual limp diameter, accentuating the bulges and making our pricks look even more heavy-ended. I didn't have to ask to know that Dan was as pleased as I regarding the shape of our pricks. We got into bed, Dan first. I got in behind him, snuggling up to his warm body, and reached over him to clasp his prick. That's how we fell asleep.