Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 07:22:15 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 39, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 39 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. We'd invited Ted over for the following Saturday, and when he arrived Dan and I were already naked. Ted stripped down and followed us into the kitchen for coffee. As we sat around the table we told him about our hot tub and the activities it allowed. "Did it come with the house?" Ted asked. "No, we had it installed after we'd moved in," Dan explained. "This is a four-bedroom house, and we use the main bedroom for ourselves, we have a guest bedroom, we use the third one for an office, and the hot tub is in what used to be the fourth bedroom." "That's really nice," Ted replied. "An indoor hot tub. So many people have outdoor ones, and it's a problem using them in the winter." "Yeah," I added. "We thought of everything." We went on to describe what we'd done with Billy, and as usual the sex talk had stimulated us to erection. We hadn't touched each other's pricks, but by the time I poured the second cup of coffee we were all fully hard. Ted's helmet, like ours, showed its contours through the covering skin. His glans, smaller than ours, had a prominent ridge that showed clearly through the foreskin. Dan and I thought that Ted's prick was very attractive. Ted was still shaving his pubic hair to make his prick appear larger. Although his association with us had helped his self-confidence, he was still sensitive over his five-inch erection. However, he had man-sized testicles and his ejaculations were copious. Equally important was the fact that his foreskin was intact, never having felt the savage bite of the Gomco Clamp as so many American males' foreskins had when they'd been born. "I told you about my buddy who likes to see me shaved because it makes me look like a little boy," he said. "My small cock doesn't seem to bother him one bit, since it makes me look more boyish. He finds it exciting. He also likes that I shoot a lot." "When's the last time you came?" asked Dan. "Jack and I haven't shot in a week, saving it up for this morning." "I've been so busy at work that I haven't had time for sex. It's been about a week for me too." "Good," I said. "That'll make for a hotter orgasm for you. It always does for us." We finished our coffee and headed for the room with the hot tub. We'd turned the pump on an hour before, and now the water was hot and bubbling. "I just love the way your cocks swing from side to side when you walk," Ted told us. "Those big heavy ends are really attractive, hard or soft." "Yours swings too," I said. "Dan and I think it's pretty nice." We let ourselves down into the bubbling water. "I'm sure you've noticed that hot water relaxes the skin of your cock and balls," Dan said. "It's a nice feeling. It makes for different sensations when we start playing with them." He reached down and ran his fingertip lightly around the orifice of Ted's foreskin, which had already begun to widen as the hot water relaxed it. Our puckers began to widen as well, and now I ran my fingertip delicately around the front of Dan's hood. Taking his cue from us, Ted began to finger my widening pucker. "It's a subtle sensation," Ted remarked. "So delicate." We continued like this for several minutes, heightening our excitement while our scrotums contracted despite the effect of the hot water. "Your balls are tight now," Dan told us. "I didn't have to touch them at all." Now our foreskins were very loose, orifices gaping widely, and Dan directed his fingertip inside Ted's, probing for his meatus. Ted quivered when Dan's finger touched his slit, and he pushed his finger inside my foreskin, making my prick twitch at the contact as his fingertip caressed my pouting orifice and moved down to my gee-string. In turn, I pushed my finger into Dan's loose hood and tickled his slit, making him gasp. "We're going so slowly, but it's making me hot, really hot" Ted whispered. "How are you guys doing?" "We're just as hot as you are," I responded. "Do you want to come now?" "Yeah," he gasped. "I'm gettin' that ache in my tip. I really need to unload." Ted always responded well to our stimulation. "Okay, Ted, Dan and I will make you come. Just stop touching us and position yourself over that water jet in the floor." He slid over so that the stream of bubbles came up between his thighs, tickling his balls and running up alongside his prick. I pushed his foreskin back. It slid easily, being so loose, and locked behind his flaring ridge. Now the bubbles enveloped his turgid helmet, adding to his sensations. I dipped my fingertips into the jar of Albolene on the rim of the hot tub and bean lightly stroking his glans. With a sharp intake of breath, Ted whispered: "Ohhhhhh, that's so hot." I ran my fingertips all over his hot hard helmet, working around the prominent corona, then down to the vee-groove under the head to strum his banjo string. Then I traced small circles around his pouting slit and worked up to the broad upper surface of his glans. Meanwhile, Dan was caressing Ted's nipples. This intense stimulation was having its effect. Ted's breathing quickly became shallow and rapid, and we saw the muscles in his abdomen tense. Despite the hot water, his scrotum had drawn up against his body. "AHA! AHA! AHA! AHA!" he gasped as his excitement mounted. "I need to unload!" "His tip doesn't feel spongy any more," I murmured to Dan. "Yeah, and it's darker too," he added. "He's right on the edge." Ted's legs began trembling as I flicked my thumb rapidly over his flaring ridge, while pressing my index finger into the vee-groove under his helmet to compress his nerve-rich frenulum. Ted's eyes closed, and I knew that the focus of his attention was on the intense sensations in his prick. I felt his glans throb hard between my fingers as he cried out: "HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" as the first thin high-pressure jet erupted from his orifice. His face contorted as he yelped again, sending another string of white cream into the bubbling water. His cries echoed off the tiled floor and walls as I continued to flick his corona, drawing forth another hot and throbbing ejaculation. Ted was in his own world now, completely withdrawn from the reality outside his body, as he tumbled through the free-fall of orgasm. I felt his prick throb again as his hips bucked, thrusting his helmet deeper between my fingers and releasing another torrent of high-pressure sperm that floated upward through the hot bubbling water. Dan's eyes met mine, and I knew we were thinking the same thing: we knew exactly what Ted was feeling because we'd had the same experience of ejaculating while immersed in the hot bubbling water. Last Saturday our pricks had throbbed in orgasm as we'd released our loads, and soon we'd again be feeling the same overpowering sensations, the sweet agony of our ejaculatory spasms. Ted yelped again as his prick gushed another rope of cream, the white sperm contrasting sharply with the dark purple glans from which it flowed. He shuddered in the water, helplessly caught in the throes of his climax. Then he sighed deeply and his body began to relax. I knew his prick had become super-sensitive and I released it, watching as it softened and shrank. Dan was now pushing Ted's sperm pools toward the edge of the hot tub and into the gully surrounding it. The filters would take out the sperm before recirculating the water. Dan milked Ted's prick from root to glans, forcing out the last drops, and then pulled his foreskin down to envelop the shrunken head. I hugged Ted tightly as he recovered from the aftershock of his orgasm. Dan gave him a tender kiss on the lips, and this made him open his eyes. "Oh, that was hot," he affirmed. "You don't know what that did to me." "I think we know, Ted," I said. "Now you're going to see what it does to Dan." I let him go and got next to Dan, nudging him toward the stream of bubbles rising from the water jet in the floor. He sat squarely over it, and I saw the bubbles rising along his scrotum and penis. I eased his loosened foreskin back with my left hand until it locked behind his turgid, flaring corona, and ran the lubricated thumb of my right hand over the broad upper surface of his helmet. "What a lovely shade of purple," Ted exclaimed as he stared fixedly at Dan's prick. "Yours too," he added as he pushed my foreskin back to bare the glans. A thrill ran through my body at his touch. Ted wrapped his other hand around the base of Dan's shaft, pulling the skin back to put tension on the frenulum and making the helmet dip. Dan sighed deeply at this new sensation. "With both of you working on me, I won't be able to hold off for long," he said. My excitement was rising too, because I felt several drops of natural lubricant crawling up my urethra. "Can I do Dan?" Ted asked me. "Both of you worked to make me come, and I'd like to return the favor and make both of you come." I removed my fingers from Dan's helmet as Ted dipped his fingertips into the jar of Albolene. Holding Dan's shaft skin back hard with his left hand, he began lightly stroking his glans, working around the flaring corona and down to the taut and nerve-studded gee-string. Dan sighed loudly as I hugged him from behind, and I felt him quiver in my arms. I kissed his earlobes, and then his neck. "Stay relaxed, Dan," I whispered. He nodded as Ted began to speak: "I'm going to go slowly, so that he doesn't come too fast." He relaxed his grip on the base of Dan's shaft, and we saw the helmet spring up to its normal position as the tension on his gee-string stopped. My hot hard prick was pressed between my abdomen and his back, foreskin still locked behind my ridge, with drops of lube seeping out between the pouting lips of my orifice. "His cock's so beautiful," Ted said as he continued lightly running his fingertips over the helmet's contours. The stream of bubbles continued to rise along Dan's scrotum, shaft, and glans, adding their tickle to his sensations. Ted ran the tip of his index finger across Dan's long slit, parting the lips first one way, and then the other. His touches were tantalizingly light, teasing the nerve endings but avoiding the deep and satisfying friction that would launch the orgasm. "That's a nice feeling in the head of your prick," I whispered in Dan's ear, and he nodded. "I know exactly what you're feeling." "I know you're enjoying the ride," Ted told him. "I want you to last longer than I did. Your tip's still feels spongy, so I know you're not getting that ache like I did." I continued to kiss Dan's neck, first on one side and then the other, and heard him moan softly in response. Now Ted ran his fingertip over Dan's foreskin, bunched up behind his flaring purple corona, working down one side and then the other. He tickled Dan's taut gee-string, and then ran his fingertip up the ridge and down the other side. "I love feeling the contours of your helmet," Ted told him as he ran his fingertip across the broad upper surface and then down the front dome along his long slit. I gently caressed Dan's nipples as I held him tightly to me, adding another subtle sensation without pushing him over the brink. I murmured in his ear: "I want to feel you when you come, Dan. "You'll be shuddering hard and I'll be holding you tightly." Dan's breathing was now more rapid and had become shallower, telling us that his excitement was increasing incrementally. "Your tip's firming up, Dan," Ted commented as he grasped Dan's helmet at the sides between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. I knew that the repeated squeezes made Dan's prick throb, adding to his sensations. As I continued to hug him I felt the tension building in his body. Looking over his shoulder down at his prick, I said: "Your tip's become darker purple now. You're getting closer." Ted's fingertips continued their random stroking of Dan's hot hard tip, and Dan's breathing became even faster. "That feels so good," Dan whispered. "I'm trying to stay relaxed but you're gonna make me come soon." "I know you'll come soon," Ted assured him. "I just saw your eyes close." I knew that Dan had begun the process of withdrawing from the world outside his body as the sensations in his prick captured all of his consciousness. "Yeah, I've got that ache in my tip," Dan whispered. I saw Ted slow his strokes, to keep Dan on the plateau as long as possible before the dam burst. Looking own, I saw Dan's abdominal muscles tighten and his legs begin to tremble, indicating that he was approaching the peak. Ted lightly stroked Dan's corona and Dan whispered: "Tickle in my rim....." He was gasping now, his body tensing for the explosion. I hugged him close to me and murmured in his ear: "Go ahead, Dan, when you're ready. Your tip's gonna tingle any second, and we'll be here for you." As I spoke, I heard Dan begin loud intakes of breath: Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh," and then his body shuddered hard as he tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm and a thick rope of white juice shot up from his long slit. Ted's thumb flicked rapidly over Dan's ridge, pouring hot sensations into the nerve-rich tissue to heighten his thrills. Dan's yelps filled the room, echoing off the tiles as his prick gushed another load: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the orgasm overpowered him and he shuddered hard in my arms. Ted's nimble fingers wrapped around the throbbing helmet, applying a twisting stroke that made Dan's hips buck as another torrent spewed from his prick and was carried upward by the cloud of bubbles. "Go for it," I murmured in his ear, unsure of whether he was hearing me. As his body shuddered in my arms, I felt pressure and friction against my gee-string as my penis was squeezed against his back. As I watched, another load of hot sperm slammed through the lips of his long slit and between Ted's encircling fingers. Now Ted shifted his grip, sliding his thumb up to Dan's dark purple ridge and pressing his index finger into the triangular groove under his glans, rubbing and compressing the many nerve endings to bring forth another howl and a hot jet from his helmet. Frankly, I was becoming concerned that the excitement, contagious as it was, would make me unload before I wanted to, but Dan's orgasm came to its end after another loud, helpless cry and accompanying discharge. Ted stopped stimulating him, and we watched a few drops seep out between the lips of his long slit. Dan relaxed in my arms as the daze that follows orgasm overtook him, and Ted gently milked his urethra along its entire length, ending by drawing Dan's foreskin over his soft, shrunken helmet. "I feel like I've got to go pee, because of all that coffee we drank," Ted said. By this time Dan had opened his eyes and said: "I've gotta go too. My bladder's gonna burst." I was feeling the same way and I released Dan and stood in the tub, saying: "I'll join you, guys. I was so close to coming just now that I'll get in the shower with you and cool off." I helped Dan to his feet and we went into the main bedroom's shower, where Dan and Ted skinned back and released their streams. My foreskin was still locked behind my corona, and I joined them as the hot water sluiced over my glans. "Your hard-on seems to be a little softer now," Ted told me. "Yeah, I think it is," I replied. "That's good," Dan said. "When we get back in the tub you won't have that hair-trigger reflex and you be able to enjoy the ride." "When Dan and Billy and I first started jacking, we felt like we had to pee just before we came," I told Ted. "I had the same experience when I was young," Ted replied. "Now I get that delicious tickle in my rim, and a second later it turns into a hot tingle." "Yeah," Dan agreed. "That feels so good. When you were doing me just now, I felt that tickle for a couple of seconds just before my helmet started tingling and then throbbing." "I'm not sure, but I think the tingle continues while I'm coming too," Ted said. "Now that it's your turn to come, let me try something with you that I've done with my cock." He went into the bedroom and pulled a rubber band from his jacket pocket. "I'll put this around the base of your cock," he said as he stretched it over my shaft and doubled it, easing it down to the base. "This is going to make your erection firmer right from the start, and make your ejaculations really hot. Sorry I didn't think of it before when I was doing Dan." "I think so too," I added. "It's like a cock ring but safer because it's not rigid." We got back into the tub, enjoying the streams of bubbles running up along our bodies, and I sat right over the big jet in the floor, which sent bubbles up to tickle my balls and prick. I was still half-hard from the excitement, and Ted dipped his fingertips in the Albolene and began running them over my helmet. My foreskin was still bunched up behind my ridge, and he had free access to all of its contours. "I just love the way your big purple rim flares out just like Dan's," he said as he ran his fingertips along my corona, going down one side, pausing to tickle my gee-string, and then up the other side. I sighed with delight. Dan slipped behind me and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug." "I want to feel you shudder when you come," he said. We were attracted by the same things, which was not surprising given our consanguineous relationship. My legs were parted to allow the bubbles to stream freely between my thighs, and his legs were outside of mine, touching them. Ted placed himself between my legs, where he was able to tickle my scrotum with his left hand while caressing my prick with his right. "It didn't take much to get you fully hard again," he said as his fingers danced around my sensitive helmet. "You've been hard longer than Dan and me, and I bet you're ready to pop now." "I'm gonna try to stay relaxed," I answered him. "I want to enjoy the ride." Dan was kissing my earlobe and neck, adding to my sensations. As I looked down to watch Ted stimulating my helmet I noticed that his limp prick was dangling down in front of his balls. I knew he'd drained himself only minutes before, and I wondered if he'd regain his erection as he worked to bring me to orgasm. My prick was fully swollen and the tourniquet effect of the rubber band made the veins on my shaft bulge prominently. My helmet was dark and turgid, the corona fully flared out because of the pressure on my veins. Dan, peering over my shoulder as he kissed my neck, commented on this: "Gee, Bro, your tip's really swollen now. It looks hard as a rock, and dark like you're ready to come." "It feels that way," I replied as Ted's fingers continued working around my glans. "I'm starting to feel that ache." "Just try to stay relaxed," Ted urged as his fingertips continued their tantalizing excursions around my helmet. "Your helmet's really hard now. Relax and let it happen." "I can feel the tension building in your body," Dan said as he kept kissing my neck. "You're gonna have a hot one." He was right. My breathing was becoming rapid and shallow, and my perception of the outside world began to fade as my mind focused on the delicious sensations in my prick. "I'm not going to hold off for long," I muttered as I felt my abdominal muscles tighten. "My tip's all swollen and I really feel that ache now." "You're doing fine," Ted told me. Drops of lubricant were crawling up my urethra, seeping out of my teardrop shaped orifice, as my excitement mounted inexorably. As Ted ran his fingertips around my flaring ridge, I whispered: "I'm getting that tickle....." My eyes closed, and my mind was now totally dominated by the tickle that was changing into a hot tingle as my legs began to tremble. Ted's thumb flicked rapidly over my corona as his index finger pressed into my frenulum. Now hot sparks stabbed into my hard glans from Ted's fingers and it exploded in sensation as a powerful spasm rocked me. A stream of hot lava poured into my urethra, searing it as it hurtled toward my helmet, and I grunted loudly: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I felt it slam through my gaping orifice as my entire body shuddered in response. I felt Dan's arms tighten around me as the second spasm shook me and another torrent of hot cream exploded from my throbbing tip. I cried out helplessly as my body convulsed again, and a third jet of sperm exploded from my distended meatus. I was tumbling in the free-fall of orgasm, aware of little outside my own body, as I herd Ted's voice in the distance. I didn't understand what he was saying, as My conscious mind was on HOLD. The root of my prick tightened again, sending another shock wave up my throbbing shaft and glans as my fourth gush poured up my tube and out of the front dome of my helmet. I was grunting, moaning, and sobbing with the intensity of the sensations rocking my body. Dan was holding me tightly, ensuring that I stayed upright, as the bubble stream swirled around my prick and scrotum. I felt Ted's thumb flick across my flaring ridge as his index finger pushed into the vee-groove under my helmet, compressing my frenulum and sending another shock wave of sensation into my prick. "AAAHHHHHH!" I cried out again as my fifth discharge boiled up my urethra and erupted into the bubbling water. I felt him squeeze my hard, throbbing glans again, and my anguished yelp echoed around the room as my sixth load blew out of my helmet. Now it was over, and I began to relax as a few drops of sperm seeped from my prick. My breathing slowed and I sat there enfolded by Dan's arms, enjoying the afterglow. Ted had stopped stimulating my helmet, and I sank into the daze that follows climax. I felt Ted's fingers fumbling around the base of my shaft as I finally opened my eyes, and saw that he was trying to disentangle the rubber band from my pubic hair, slowly working it up my prick. He spoke: "That rubber band worked really well for you, but now I've got to get it off so your cock can go down. It's like a tourniquet and your penis won't shrink completely if it stays on." When he'd finished, Dan moved around me and started milking my urethra, forcing out the last drops. Ted grasped my hands and helped me stand up, as he'd correctly sensed that I was weak from my biological storm. He helped me into the shower and turned on the water. My foreskin was still bunched up behind my helmet, and the hot water made my sphincter relax, releasing my yellow stream. Apparently Ted also had to pee, because he skinned back and joined me, our streams commingling as they ran down the drain. Dan slipped nto the shower with us to rinse off the chlorinated water, and also skinned back to pee. When we'd finished, we dried each other and went in to lie on the bed. "Bro, you really came hard," Dan said. "That rubber band trick worked really well on you. I'm surprised we never tried it." "It's a simple technique, but lots of guys never think of it," Ted told us. "Some guys buy metal cock rings, and they do the same thing, but they're dangerous. I knew a guy who bought a cock ring, but when he used it he couldn't get it off because his cock wouldn't go down. He had to go to the emergency room to get it cut off." Ted yawned. "Yeah, I see what you mean," I said sleepily. "A rubber band's easier to get off, and it's safer to use." "Sure," Dan added. "If push comes to shove, you can cut it off with scissors." With that, we fell asleep cuddled together, exhausted by that morning's activities. The end.