Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 09:33:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 36, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 36 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 arrived at Stan's apartment to find him alone. He was already naked, and we stripped down and followed him into the kitchen. After pouring the coffee, he explained: "Ted phoned me Thursday to say he had to go out of town. This means it'll be just the three of us." I reached for Stan's prick and began lightly stroking his foreskin over the narrow glans. "That shouldn't spoil anything," Dan told him. "You can shoot your load into Jack's pee-hole while I do Princeton with him from the back. We both shaved behind our balls so we don't have to use condoms to avoid hair burns. Without the condom we get better sensations." "That sounds like a plan," Stan said in his analytical way. "That way we can all come together. It should be pretty intense, especially since you'll be doing it without a condom. Given the sensitivity of your glans, since you're not circumcised, you should thrust very slowly and deliberately to make it last." Putting his cup down, Stan reached over and began sliding our foreskins back and forth. He was already half-hard, and I squeezed his tip through the enveloping skin until he was rigid too. "Let's have another cup of coffee now," he said. "The longer we maintain our erections, the more intense our orgasms will be." I released his prick and he poured more coffee. When he sat down again, I resumed stroking his foreskin. "The more coffee we drink, the fuller our bladders will be," I said. "That always adds to the tension." I released his prick again, satisfied that he had a full erection. "So does the caffeine," Dan appended. "I know that mild coffee nerves makes it hotter for me and Jack. Probably you too." We were all fully hard now, although we'd stopped stroking each other's pricks. The sex talk and the anticipation of the experience to come were keeping us excited. I felt a mild tickle deep in my urethra as the first drop of natural lubricant began crawling up my prick. "I think we've had enough experience together that coordinating our orgasms won't be too hard," Stan said. "Feeling your tip throbbing against mine makes it hotter for me," I said. "Then feeling Dan's body behind me, his prick between my thighs, and feeling him coming at the same time I am will make it even hotter." By this time a drop of clear lubricant had appeared at the ends of our foreskins. "We've all got pre-coital fluid now," Stan observed. "Still, I've got a bottle of Astroglide to squirt on Jack's perineum if you need it. That might be very important for you, Dan, to soften the sensations so that you don't come before you're ready." "That's one of the good points about not having been circumcised," I observed. "Our tips are pretty sensitive, so we don't have any problem getting to orgasm. We can relax, go slowly, and enjoy the ride before we come." "Well, I guess we should get into the bedroom," Stan said as he cleared the table and then led us in. He spread a large towel on the bed to catch what we knew would be copious discharges, and we arranged ourselves on the bed. He handed Dan the Astroglide, and Dan squirted a generous amount on the skin between my legs before skinning back and placing his prick between my thighs. Stan lay facing me and I began sliding his foreskin back and forth as he began stroking me. "I'm feeling the coffee nerves," I said. "We had a couple of cups before leaving the house." "One reason I'm really enjoying this is because you both have such beautiful penises," Stan told us. "You've got straight shafts, big well-proportioned helmets with a lovely purple color, and such long supple foreskins that lock behind your coronas when you push them back." "Yours is nice too," I told him. "I really like that super-sensitive tip. It's so easy to make you come. That's important when we're doing something like this." I felt Dan's long prick thrusting slowly behind my scrotum, sliding gently along my skin to bump my balls when fully forward. "Oh, you're so right, Jack," Stan replied. "When you feel that tickle, just pump me hard and you'll make me shoot in a second or two" My other hand snaked between his thighs to tickle his scrotal hairs, and I felt his balls tighten against his body. Mine were already drawn up because of Dan's stimulation. "How you doin' back there?" I asked him. "Oh, just fine, Jack. I'm going slowly and enjoying the ride. My balls are tight now, just like yours." We were all breathing normally, still far from the frantic shallow breathing of impending climax. "I'm really enjoying the sensations," Stan told us. "You've got a really beautiful light touch, keeping me aroused without driving me headlong into orgasm." He thrust toward me and I felt the smooth apex of his glans touching the front dome of my helmet as his orifice kissed mine. "I can feel that your glans is still spongy," I said. "You're not on the plateau yet." "Yours is spongy too," Stan replied. "Even through your thick foreskin, I'll feel it when it firms up and the corona flares out." "My tip feels good," Dan said to us. "It's not rock-hard yet, but I'm getting terrific sensations in my rim going slowly. It always feels good, going between your legs." "I've got a wild imagination," Stan said. "I'm getting a mental picture of Dan's big helmet sliding between your thighs and pressing against your tight scrotum on the forward thrust. I can just see it, with the foreskin locked back and big corona sliding along your perineum. I'm sure you're lubing a lot, aren't you, Dan?" "I am, Stan. You've got it right," Dan murmured. "That lubrication will help you maintain control," Stan told him. "It better," said Dan." I just realized that I'd better not come while you two are coming. When I come, I slam my body hard against Jack's back and if you're trying to line up your holes, it'll screw it up." I knew he had a good point, as I'd experienced the violent shuddering of Dan's full-body orgasms many times. "You're right," said Stan. "If you disturb the alignment, I won't be able to ejaculate right into his meatus." "So I'll hold back until after you've finished coming," Dan replied. "Can you hand me the bottle of Astroglide again?" Stan reached behind him and then passed the bottle over me into Dan's waiting hand. I lifted my thigh and felt the squirt of cold lubricant against my perineum. "Okay, thanks," Dan said. "Now I'm sure I'll be able to keep from coming until I want to." We continued as before, and I felt Stan's tip pressing and sliding against mine as I stroked him and he stroked me. Dan was kissing the back of my neck as he thrust slowly and deliberately between my thighs. His arm was around my chest, embracing me. I knew he'd cling to me during my orgasm so that he'd feel my shuddering frenzy. "Let's switch hands," Stan told me. "I want to be able to aim my meatus right into the center of yours, and I can see it better than you." I released his prick and he took over stroking his hood while I stroked mine. "Stan's tight slit makes for a high-pressure jet," Dan said behind me. "When he did me, he shot a long way down my cock." "When I ejaculated into Ted's penis last week I think that my jets reached the base of his shaft," Stan added. "He really reacted when he felt that." "Oh, yeah," Dan agreed. "We felt how hard he was coming." "It had to be intense for him," I said. "He had hot cream shooting in both directions inside his prick. I saw tears coming from his eyes during his orgasm, so I know it was very intense." I was stroking my hood in long slow strokes, pulling all the way back to expose the ridge and the deep grove behind it, and Stan commented on this: "I really love the way the color of your glans deepens the farther back you go," he said. "It's pinkish-purple at the meatus and becomes a dark purple around your corona, especially the back side. That is so sexy." "Yours is red all the way back," I answered. "I know how sensitive it is." As I spoke, Stan moved his prick around slightly, the point of his glans tracing small circles around my gaping orifice. I felt the smooth gliding action around my engorged front dome and sighed with pleasure. "It's getting to you, isn't it?" Stan asked as he continued caressing the front of my helmet with his hard tip. "Your glans is darker now." "Oh, yes," I whispered. "You're getting me so hot....." I trailed off. Stan was still stroking his foreskin but now he reached over with his other hand and ran a fingertip along my gee-string when I had my hood retracted, making my prick twitch in response. "Hold your foreskin all the way back," he said. "I'll stimulate you and hold your glans steady so that I can aim right down your meatus." I did as he'd directed and felt his thumb stroking my corona and his index fingers strummed my frenulum. "You're giving me a tickle in my rim," I murmured as his thumb continued to flick over my ridge. I was starting to withdraw into myself, shutting out all sensations except the sharp tickle in my glans. As my eyes closed I saw him stroking his naked glans faster. We didn't speak from this point. "Go for it, Jack," I heard Dan's voice in my ear. "I won't come until you're finished." He'd stopped thrusting when his glans had attained its final swelling, and his hard helmet and shaft lay still between my thighs. I knew that when he resumed thrusting his orgasm would be upon him within seconds. My breathing was now shallow and rapid, like Stan's, as the tension built in our bodies. My helmet was fully engorged with the inrush of blood, and the tickle in my rim was intense. I felt the point of Stan's tip pressing hard into my pouting orifice, and knew he'd be shooting his hot streams into me any second. I felt my helmet start to tingle, and then suddenly his glans throbbed hard against mine, thrusting into my meatus, sending a jet of fiery liquid deep into me. The root of my prick convulsed in response and I heard myself crying out as I began shooting: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" as the force of the orgasm overwhelmed me. Stan's anguished cries mixed with mine as our pricks throbbed in release. My thick jet shot forcefully up my urethra, pushing his sperm before it, and then I felt his glans throb again, sending another bolt of hot lava down my tube, triggering another ejaculation from me. Stan's fingers rubbing my naked helmet were intensifying my sensations. We were totally caught up in the sweet agony of orgasm, vocalizing loudly as our bodies shuddered. His straining glans pounded against mine again, shooting its thin, high-pressure jet almost to the base of my shaft, launching another hot liquid response from my prick. We both cried out helplessly as the sensations ripped through our bodies, and then I felt the sharp tickle of another powerful jet shooting down my urethra. I yelped again as the hot erotic torment of orgasm coursed through my body and the root of my prick contracted in another ejaculation. Stan's firm fingers, flicking over my hard swollen corona and strumming my gee-string, added to the sensations as he shot another hot gush down my tube, and another thick stream poured from the root of my prick. I heard him cry out again as his sixth discharge erupted from his small slit and down my pouting orifice. I gasped and howled at the sensations as my prick throbbed again with its release. Now we became still, our tips super-sensitive, as our orgasms subsided. I felt Dan begin thrusting hard behind me, his long lubricated prick sliding easily between my thighs. His breathing was labored and I felt the tension in his straining body as he slammed against me. Now I felt a sudden hard throb between my thighs and heard him grunt: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as the hot liquid poured from his helmet onto my tight scrotum. Dan's orgasm was in full flight now, and his convulsions shook the bed as he shot another load between my thighs. Although I was dazed from my orgasm, I squeezed my thigh muscles hard to increase the pressure on his pulsing shaft and glans, intensifying his sensations. I released my shrinking prick and pushed a finger between my thighs under his prick, pressing it against his vee-groove and frenulum. He gasped at my firm touch into his hot spot. Dan cried out again at the sweet agony of his sensations as his prick throbbed hard and released another hot gush. I knew that his excitement had been heightened by feeling my body shuddering in orgasm seconds earlier. He gasped and cried out again as he thrust hard into me, his prick throbbing with another hot discharge. I felt the heat from the friction of his prick against my skin, and knew that the nerve endings in my brothers' helmet and shaft were responding to that too. Dan pulled back and with another loud cry slammed forward again, his prick driving toward my tight scrotum as it throbbed and poured out another load of hot liquid. I felt his prick slide back, almost pulling out from between my thighs, as he readied himself for another frenzied thrust. Now he slammed forward again, his abdomen slamming against my buttocks, and with another powerful throb released another copious gush onto my balls. His prick throbbed yet another time, and then he was still. Minutes later, after we'd all come out of our dazes, we reprised what had happened: "I know it was intense for you," Stan told me. "You went into a real frenzy after my first discharge into your meatus." "You're right, Stan. It felt like I had boiling oil in my urethra. Every hot shot down my tube made me come again." "I know how hard it hit you," my brother said. "I felt you shuddering hard against me each time you shot, and you made the bed shake. You were pretty loud, too. Hell, you both were loud." "Your glans throbs really hard when you ejaculate," Stan said. "I had mine pressed against yours and I felt every twitch, every throb." "You should have felt Dan's prick when he was shooting," I replied. "He was really throbbing hard down there, and I felt every throb of his." "Good thing I had that extra lube," Dan added. "It was really hot while you two were coming. If I hadn't stopped moving, I'd have come right then. That would have ruined it for you both." "Well, maybe not ruined it, but Stan wouldn't have been able to shoot all six jets into me," I said. "Now you know what it felt like for me," Dan told me. "Feeling him shooting that hot juice into our cocks made it so intense." "Speaking of hot," I said. "Your prick felt really hot from the friction while you were coming. I guess you felt the heat too." "Oh, yeah, that hot friction on my tip made it more intense for me." "We felt the bed shake hard when you ejaculated," Stan added. "I just wish I could have seen your beautiful penis during your orgasm." "You saw it last time," Dan told him. "You made me come by shooting into my slit, you know." "Yes, I saw it and I felt it," Stan said. "The tip of my glans was inside your long meatus and I felt every throb while you were discharging." "I felt your tip throbbing against mine each time you shot down my hole," I told Stan. "We all had full-body orgasms this time," he replied. "I'm sure that saving up our sperm for a week made it more intense and prolonged." "So did taking our time getting there," Dan added. "A quickie wouldn't have been as hot." "You're so right," I agreed. "I think we all took our time and we didn't shoot until we couldn't hold off any more." "Have either of you used desensitizing cream to delay your orgasms?" Stan asked. "Oh, no," Dan replied. "We don't want our tips to be desensitized, either surgically or chemically. We like to feel all of the sensations, all the time." "That's right," I added. "We enjoy having every nerve ending nature gave us feel the friction and compression, since we've still got our foreskins. We try to relax to make it last, but when we can't hold off any more, we're happy to let go and enjoy climax." "Having our tips sensitive the way we do means we don't have to pound our cocks while stroking," Dan said. "We can take it easy because we know we won't have any trouble coming."