Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 12:34:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 30, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 30

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     When Dan and I got home we were still horny, as the session with Billy
and Glen had been intense. We'd been very turned on by Glen's admiration of
our intact pricks that the psychological excitement continued long after
we'd had our orgasms. We undressed and got ready for bed, our pricks
half-hard. I swiveled around on the bed, getting into a "69" position with
Dan, grasping his prick and pushing the foreskin back to bare his front
dome. I wrapped my lips around his helmet and inserted my tongue-tip into
his long slit, boring as deeply as I could to tickle the inside. His prick
quickly came to full-mast as he grasped mine and probed my foreskin pucker
with his tongue, reaching for my slit.

     "Ahhhh, that feels good," I said as I felt my glans swell. A drop of
lubricant began its travel up my urethra as I put my mouth back on his
glans and tasted the salty viscous lubricant seeping out of his slit. Dan
pushed my hood back to lock behind my ridge, engulfing my flaring corona
with his soft warm lips. I pulled his foreskin forward to the halfway
point, pushing my tongue inside it to caress his corona, making him gasp. I
felt his fingertips tickling my scrotal hairs, and my balls began to
tighten. His sac began to contract just from the sensations I was applying
to his glans.

     Although Dan and I had had very intense sensations and explosive
orgasms from doing Princeton bareback, I thought that "69" had an
additional thrill- as we were face to face, when I brought Dan to orgasm
I'd be able to watch his face contort with the agonized bliss of
climax. This always added to my enjoyment when I made him come and sucked
the sperm out of his throbbing penis, as did hearing his grunts and moans.

     Now Dan ran his tongue skillfully over my bare glans, caressing the
broad upper surface, running it around my flaring corona, and exploring the
cleft under my glans, where the two halves of my ridge meet and where the
frenulum is attached. He knew that these were all hot spots on my prick, as
they were on his. I felt the inrush of blood to my prick as it went into
its final swelling and the familiar dull ache began, signaling that I
needed urgent release. I was still so worked up from the day's events that
I knew I could not last as long as usual, even though this would be my
second orgasm of the day. I removed my mouth from Dan's prick, because I
knew I clenched my teeth during orgasm.

     Sensing this, Dan redoubled his efforts, now pumping my foreskin up
and down in counterpoint to his lips, the technique that Billy's cousin Ken
had taught us, as my glans flared out even more. His lips, twisting round
my corona, brought the magic tickle I knew so well, and a moment later, a
hot tingle that spread all over my engorged helmet. My breathing was fast
and shallow, and my eyes closed as I withdrew into myself. Then my prick
exploded.

     "WHOOO!  WHOOOO!" I cried out helplessly as the rush of orgasm
overcame me, and a hot stream of sperm shot up my prick. I cried out again,
my hips bucking, as another load erupted into his mouth. I felt his
tongue-tip drilling into my meatus. Another spasm gripped the root of my
prick, sending another long rope of cream shooting into Dan's mouth. I
cried out again, shuddering as I gushed another torrent of juice. A final
hard contraction pushed more thick white fluid up my throbbing prick, and
now I was only seeping.

     I sank into a daze as I felt my prick soften, while Dan milked my
urethra and licked the drops away as they emerged from my orifice. In the
distance, I heard him say:

      "Your slit pouts into a teardrop shape when you get hard, but at the
end it pouted even more. Just before you came, your hole really got wide."
Now he pulled my foreskin forward to engulf the head, protecting the helmet
against drying out.

     "That was super," I said as I opened my eyes. Dan's prick was in front
of my face, pointing right at me, with the dark purple helmet glossy and
wet and his foreskin locked behind his flaring corona. A drop of clear
viscous fluid parted the lips of his long slit, telling me that Dan was
ready for action. I grasped his shaft and pushed my tongue deep into his
orifice, tasting the saltiness of his natural lubricant.

     "That feels good," he said. "How did it feel when I pushed my tongue
into your slit while you were coming?" I paused to reply:

     "It felt great, unusual, a bit like when we were head to head and you
shot your cream down my hole." I wrapped my lips around the front dome of
his helmet while I resumed probing his long slit, tickling the inside. Then
I pulled my tongue out and slid it down to his gee-string, strumming it to
give him another sensation.

     "I'd like you to hold your head still while I pump my cock into your
mouth," he said. "That might give me some of the sensations of doing
Princeton."  I released his prick and kept my mouth open, with his turgid
glans between my lips, and felt him begin to thrust. Dan went slowly at
first, in shallow penetrations, and as he got the feel of it he sped
up. Now his helmet pushed against my palate and the back of my throat as he
found the rhythm. I cupped his tight scrotum with my fingers, fingertips
pressed into the urethral bulge behind it to feel the pulse that would
signal his first discharge.

     "Oh, that's nice, really nice," he said as he maintained the
rhythm. His prick slid easily on my saliva and the steady ooze of salty
lubricant that he dripped into my mouth. Dan had been hard longer than I,
and I knew he wouldn't last long now. I felt his thrusts increase with the
urgency of his desire with each passing second, and now his hard helmet
hardened even more as the rim flared out, the sharp edge scraping against
my tongue.

     His breathing was shallow and rapid now as his hips bucked, pumping
his prick deeply into my mouth, and then withdrawing until his corona was
just between my lips before thrusting it in again. I felt the tension build
in his body as the moments passed. More salty lubricant dripped onto my
tongue as he pressed his prick into my mouth again and again. Then he
pulled back and paused for an instant before ramming it forcefully into my
mouth, caught up in the frenzy of orgasm. I felt the pulse in his urethra
as he cried out:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" A flood of hot salty liquid, smelling of
chlorine, filled my mouth. He pulled back again, and again I felt a hard
pulse in his perineum as his glans throbbed and pushed deep into my mouth,
releasing a torrent of hot cream. His hot hard helmet throbbed again and
another jet coursed into my mouth. I was frantically swallowing his sperm
as I heard his loud helpless cries. His prick withdrew, almost to the end,
and thrust again in hot fury, shooting another stream as he drained
himself.

     I inclined my head to see his face, contorted in the throes of orgasm,
as he yelped and thrust again, pouring another discharge onto my tongue and
palate.  Now he stopped thrusting but his prick still throbbed, deep in my
mouth, as it seeped his residue onto my tongue. I pulled my head back so
that I could slip my tongue into his slit, probing for the last drops. With
my fingertips, I milked his urethra behind his balls, and then ran them
along the bottom of his shaft, pushing the last drops toward the slit and
onto my tongue. Dan moaned as his helmet lost its hardness and began to
shrink.

     I kept his lovely prick in my mouth as it softened, licking his helmet
and slit to remove the residual sperm and lubricant. I ran my tongue-tip
behind his corona to catch any cream that had seeped into the groove. When
it was totally relaxed I pulled back and brought his foreskin forward to
envelop the glans.  Dan was utterly still, exhausted by his exertions and
deep in a daze as I had been. I didn't say anything, but let him lie there
until he pulled out of it.

     "Wow!  That was different," he said when he opened his eyes. "It
wasn't quite like Princeton, but it sure felt good." He shifted around on
the bed so that we were face to face again. He hugged me to him, and I felt
his soft prick mashed against mine between our abdomens. Feeling his warm
body against mine was always comforting, and I knew he felt thet same way I
did.

     "You really came hard and fast," I told him. "I loved feeling your
throbbing prick in my mouth, but you almost drowned me."

     "You came a lot too, you know. I had to swallow hard to keep
breathing," he said. He kissed me on the lips and squeezed me hard.

     Sex with other guys like Billy is nice, but it's best with you," I
said.  "You're the best sex partner I've had." I reached between us and
gave his limp penis a squeeze.

     "Same here," he said. "Billy's a hot guy, and I know he likes me, but
you're my favorite."

     "Ted seems to favor me," I said. "He feels bad that he's got a small
prick but he gets a lot out of those five inches."

     "That's because you make him feel good about himself," Dan
said. "You're really sympathetic and that's good for him. You showed him
how to get the most out of what he's got."

     "What he's got is smaller than what we've got, but it's a handsome
prick," I replied. "He's got a straight shaft, beautifully contoured
helmet, and he's still got his foreskin. I think that's important. He's not
handicapped by having had his hood and all its nerve endings cut off." His
prick works just like ours, and you've noticed that it shoots just as much
sperm as ours do, maybe more. His balls are as big as ours."

     "Oh, yeah, I noticed that," Dan said. "And with that tight slit he
really shoots far."

     "It pouts too when he gets hard," I pointed out.

     "What you did for Stan was really nice," Dan told me. "Not being able
to skin back bothered him a lot but now he's making progress with that
foreskin balloon kit you gave him. I would never have thought of that."

     "I'm glad I got to him before he decided to go to a urologist," I
said.  "The doctor would surely have told him he needed a circumcision, and
then he would have been up the creek if he decided to go for it."

     "Billy helped too," Dan said. "He showed him that even though he
couldn't move his skin much, he could still come with a vibrator."

     "Billy's pretty ingenious," I said. "He also tries to help out guys
who have problems. If it weren't for Billy we would never have met Ted,
Stan, or Harry."

     "We owe Billy a lot," Dan said. "If it weren't for him we wouldn't
have all this variety in our sexual experiences. We've gotten to met
different guys, with different cocks, and we've gotten a lot from the
variety."

     "One thing they all have in common is that they shoot sperm," I
pointed out.

     "Another way they're all alike is that their cocks expand slightly
just before they come. Their shafts get a little bit stiffer and their tips
get harder and swell more."

     "Yeah, Dan, they do, but I especially love the way your rim flares out
just before you blast off. Yours also darkens to a lovely shade of purple."

     "Yours does too, Jack. We've both got beautiful helmets. The way your
slit pouts when you get hard is really sexy."

     "You've got a nice long slit, though. I can get the tip of my tongue
deep inside it to tickle you."

     Another thing about us is that we're both very loud when we come," Dan
said.

     "So is Billy," I pointed out. "He's as loud as we are. I think natural
guys have more intense orgasms than circumcised guys."

     "That sounds right," Dan added. "We still have everything we were born
with, all the nerve endings, our gee-strings, and we get very stimulated."

     "Even Ted, who feels his prick's inadequate because of its size, is
loud when he comes," I said. "So is Stan."

     "Well, another thing you and I, Ted and Billy, have in common is that
our skins lock behind our rims, hard or soft, because we have big rims,"
Dan said.  "Even though Billy's rim doesn't flare out the way ours do, it's
still thick enough to hold his skin back. "Ted's rim is that way too, even
though it's smaller than ours."

     "Now Stan's another story.  He's got an arrowhead tip," I said. "When
he's going to be able to get his foreskin back all the way, I don't think
it'll lock back. His corona's too narrow."

     "That means he might not be able to do Princeton," Dan pointed out.

     "I'm not too sure, Dan. First, if he wears a condom, maybe it'll hold
his foreskin back. Then, even if it doesn't, he'll get that gliding action
we've heard about. His foreskin rolling back and forth over his glans will
give him stimulation when he thrusts. A lot of natural guys have that
gliding action, and they enjoy sex."

     "Well, he still might be able to get the bare-headed action we do,"
Dan said.  "If someone holds his shaft skin at the base of his cock and
keeps it from going forward, that would keep his head bare."

     "True," I acknowledged. "It might be hard to fit your hand in there
while he's thrusting. If his partner's shaved down there, he might go
bareback, and use a couple of rubber bands to hold his foreskin back. Then
he'd get the full sensations on the head, like we do."

     "Stan's tip is narrow enough so that one of us might be able to dock
him, like we do Ted's cock," Dan said.

     "That's so," I said. "He has a long and narrow glans, so it would fit
inside our hoods as easily as Ted's. Since he squirts hard like Ted does,
I'd like to feel him coming inside my foreskin." This session of sex talk,
especially as we'd been discussing other guys' equipment in detail, had had
its effect. I felt a few drops of clear lubricating nectar crawling up my
tube and leaking from my slit, coating the inside of my foreskin. Dan's
prick was also leaking, but more copiously than mine, as several drops
filled the orifice of hs foreskin. However, as we'd drained ourselves
thoroughly that morning and again that afternoon, we weren't getting hard.

     "I'd like to feel his tip inside my skin once he's able to skin back
all the way," Dan said. "It would be nice if you docked Ted and I docked
Stan, and then later we'd do it the other way round, with me docking Ted
while you docked Stan. I bet it would be super-exciting for both of them,
watching the other getting docked at the same time. Maybe they could even
dock each other."

     "Well, maybe Stan could get Ted's helmet inside his foreskin, if he
loosens it enough.  On the other hand, maybe he wouldn't want to loosen it
that much. We both know that our tight foreskins really hug the glans and
increase our sensations when we're stroking," I said.

     "That's a good point, Jack. Now I don't know if Ted could dock Stan,
even though Stan's tip is a slender arrowhead. Stan's tip's just narrow,
but it's about as long as ours are."

     "Well, even if Ted could only take the front cone inside his foreskin,
he'd get a nice sensation when Stan shot his hard jets into him."

     "Oh, yeah, Jack. I know you really got off when Billy held Stan's cock
tip to tip with yours and brought him off with his vibrator. Stan's jet
shot right into your hole and you were in seventh heaven. I know. I was
there and heard you grunt and groan. You were really loud then."

     "You're right. Stan's jet shooting down my urethra gave me a full-body
orgasm." We were both getting sleepy, so Dan and I cuddled up and fell
asleep, holding each other's pricks.