Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2012 14:04:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 4, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 4 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 didn't see Billy again for several months, as he'd gone to Arkansas to visit his older cousin. Dan and I speculated about what they might be doing together, especially docking with Joey's long Arkansas foreskin. Billy had left us with a few condoms and his bottle of Astroglide, and one evening we decided to do Princeton again. We undressed, spread a towel on my bed, and I handed the condom to Dan, as it was his turn to be behind me and thrust his prick between my thighs. He handed it back to me and said: "You put it on me, Jack. You know I like the feel of yur fingers on my cock." We were both hard, excited from the anticipation, and I grasped his prick around the bulging end and delicately stripped back his foreskin. His glans was leaking so much that my fingers became very slippery. We both inhaled deeply, the aroma of musky foreskin tantalizing us. "Your prick's almost as big as mine," I observed. His erection was about five and a half inches long, compared to my six. "The condom's going to be a little bit of a slack fit for you, but that's good because it'll give you a little more sliding room. I'm glad you've got a big helmet like mine, so that your foreskin locks behind your ridge." I unrolled the condom a little to give him some slack at the end, and squirted in a couple of drops of Astroglide. "You're already dripping so much that I don't think you need more than a couple of drops of this," I told him. Now I placed it on the blunt nose of his helmet and slowly unrolled it over his glans and then his shaft, right down to the base. Then I turned away from him and lay on my left side, lifting my right leg. I felt his prick slipping between my thighs, sliding along my perineum, until the tip touched my scrotum, already tight with excitement. I lowered my leg so that my thighs clasped his penis firmly, giving him the friction he'd need to reach orgasm. He began to thrust slowlyinside the condom and I felt the contours of his helmet against my flesh. "That feels so good," he murmured as his right hand slipped over my body and his warm fingers closed around my prick, sliding my foreskin back and forth over my bulging glans. "It feels good for me too," I told him. "Let's go slowly and try to make it last." "Okay," he replied. "I know that the longer we go at it, the hotter it'll be at the end." His prick was moving rhythmically between my thighs and Dan's fingers were stroking my foreskin in perfect time with his thrusts. I felt his abdomen pressing against my butt every time he came forward, while the big blunt nose of his helmet nudged my balls. I felt more drops of natural lubricant crawling up my urethra to leak from my pouting orifice. "Your cock's really wet," Dan told me. "My fingers are slipping over your skin." "Your prick's leaking a lot too," I replied. "Maybe you didn't even need the Astro." "I know, Jack, I'm really wet down there. We're both pretty hot. Our balls are tight." "I think that's good," I said. "That extra lubrication reduces the friction and makes it easier to last longer. Then when we come we'll shoot bigger loads." "I hope we come together," Dan said. "I really like it when I feel your cock jerking along with mine." We continued at it, Dan thrusting slowly and stroking my foreskin with the lightest touch he could manage. Let's stop for a moment," I said at one point. "My helmet's so hard that I'll be getting my tickle in a couple of seconds." We stopped to rest and to let our excitement subside slightly. Still, my turgid tip remained rock-hard, fully distended with extra blood, the rim bulging prominently through my sleeve of foreskin. "Okay to start again?" Dan asked. I nodded and he resumed his slow thrusting, his big helmet nudging my scrotum while he caressed my foreskin lightly over mine. "I think I'm going to come first," I wanred him. "If that happens, I'll put a finger between my legs to stroke your gee-string and speed up your come." As I spoke I felt the familiar tickle in my corona. "My rim's tickling again," I told him as I slipped a finger between my thighs, ready to press hard into his vee-groove. "TINGLING!" I yelped as the first sensation of orgasm filled my helmet with hot sparks of sensation and I lapsed into incoherent groans. I felt Dan's thrusts speed up and I pressed my finger hard into his gee-string. Now I felt the first spasm in the root of my prick as I dissolved into mindless sensation. Dan's body slammed into my back, straining and shuddering as I felt his prick throb hard between my thighs, and I knew his discharges had begun even before he yelped with pure joy. Spurts of hot lava shot up my urethra to shoot from my throbbing tip onto the towel as I grunted in passion. "AH! AH! AH!" I heard him groan as the full force of his climax swept through his body. We shuddered hard as our pricks throbbed and gushed hot sperm. I knew that his discharges, confined by the condom, were swirling around his helmet adding to his sensations. I smelled the odor of chlorine from my discharges, and felt his fingers spread my cream around my naked glans, as he'd pulled my hood back from my helmet. The thick cream softened the sensations as his fingertips danced around my tip. Now it was over, and we felt drained. I felt his prick soften between my thighs as mine shrunk too. Dan snuggled close to me and his arms wrapped around my body, hugging me as we drifted into a daze. "I love you" were his first words a few minutes later as we were reviving. "When I felt your finger pressing my hot spot under the head, I just lost it. My cock started jerking and shooting and it felt like it was burning when the cream shot up my tube." "I felt you thrusting hard," I said, "and I knew you were coming with me. I felt the ridge of your helmet sliding between my thighs." "I skinned you back so I could give you sharper sensations with my fingertips," he added. "I wanted you to really feel it because the condom made the hot juice go all around my head, and it was wonderful." I turned around, wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him hard. He kissed me on the lips and we stayed that way for a while. "Let me slip off this condom," he said, and I grasped his hand. "No, let me," I admonished as I pulled lightly on the slack end of the condom. When I had it completely off him, I saw that his foreskin was still locked behind his corona, and I worked it forward to cover the precious head. I felt his prick begin to harden. Dan grasped my still bare-headed prick and began stroking the glans with his fingertips. At our age, we were ready to go again. "You're getting me hot," he murmured as he twisted his fingers around my rapidly swelling helmet. "You're getting bigger too." "That feels hot, Dan. I think we need to come again." "Let's keep our skins back this time. Then we can rub the heads together." Now I felt the front dome of his hard glans pressing against mine. His hand was large enough to wrap his fingers around both tips, lubricated by our discharges, and hot sparks of sensation poured into my helmet. Dan's left hand reached under me to cup my balls, which immediately tightened against my body, and I reached under his prick to cup his scrotum, already drawn up tightly. "This feels so hot," I said. "Our pricks are really lubricated with our cream." Dan's fingers continued to stroke our helmets, alternating between a back and forth stroke and a twisting movement. Looking down, I saw that both our glossy helmets were dark purple, and almost black at the ridge. Our foreskins were tightly bunched in the groove behind our rims. We kept the blunt noses of our tips pressed against each other, and now I noticed that Dan's eyes were beginning to glaze over. I knew that he was withdrawing into himself, his attention increasingly focused on the hot sensations in his prick as his awareness of the world outside his body dimmed. "I think you'll come first," I whispered, wondering if he'd heard me. "When you start shooting just enjoy it. I'll catch up to you in a few seconds." His fingers moved more quickly, tightening around our helmets, as he felt his climax approaching, and his breathing became shallower, turning into a series of short gasps. "Ah, ah, ah," he gasped as his excitement mounted. I felt the tension in his body as his eyes closed, and knew that his first spasm was only a second or two away. I started to get a tickle in my corona. Suddenly, Dan's helmet throbbed hard against mine and he cried out: "AAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh!" as his orgasm began. I felt a jet of liquid fire shooting into my pouting orifice, triggering my orgasm. My jet came blasting out, pushing his ejaculate out of my urethra, and then Dan shot again, sending another fiery lance into my prick. Now I was crying out and sobbing in the sweet agony of my orgasm, feeling every throb of my prick and his. We grunted and groaned as the hot frenzy of orgasm filled our straining bodies, and our hot juices poured from our helmets to provide more lubrication. Although we'd drained ourselves only minutes earlier, we had replenished our supply of cream very quickly, and we shot at least five streams each. Now we were quiet, our spasms having subsided, and we were enjoying the afterglow. We fell sideways onto the bed, resting after our exhausting efforts. After a while, I had the strength to speak: "Dan, you shot a couple of jets right down my hole when you started coming. That felt so hot, and it started me coming right then." "This never happened before, did it?" he asked. "No, not that I remember, and I know I would have remembered that." "How did it feel?" he asked me. "Like nothing else I've ever felt. Your cream felt hotter than my own, and it felt like it was burning my tube. That second I started shooting. It was all automatic." "How far did I shoot into you?" Dan asked. "It felt like about an inch, right in the helmet." I answered. "That was terrific." "I think it's because your hole pouts open when you get hard. Mine stays a slit even when I get hard. But your hole's been pouting for a couple of years, but this never happened before, even when we used the buddy sleeve." "Yeah, Dan, I think you're right. I think my hole's been wider lately. It's like a funnel and when our tips were pressed together this time, your jet shot right into it. Maybe it's because our holes were perfectly lined up this time. Your cream felt so hot it almost hurt. That really made me come instantly." "I'm glad that happened, Jack. I'm really glad I gave you an extra thrill." I pulled Dan to me and hugged him hard, kissing him on the lips. He hugged me back and then said: "Oh, we really need a shower after this. We've both got cream in our pubic hairs." We got up, taking the towel with us, and got into the shower. We have a bathroom adjoining our bedroom, so that we didn't have to use the master bathroom our parents used. As usual, the warm water sluicing over our naked helmets made us pee, flushing out any residual sperm. We dried ourselves, carefully pulling our foreskins down to protect the precious heads, and got into our beds. Billy returned from Arkansas a couple of months later. He was now 16, I was 15, and Dan was 13. Billy and I were in high school, and Dan was in 8th grade. As we hadn't seen each other for months, we looked forward to the get-together, and we met at Billy's house one day after school. I brought the buddy sleeve he'd lent us. We lost no time undressing, and we scrutinized each other carefully. "You and Dan look pretty good," Billy remarked. "Your dicks look so hot, with those big helmets making a bulge at the end." "Yours looks great too, Billy," I said. "Your mushroom tip's as big as our helmets , and I like the way your prick swings from side to side as you walk. That's really hot, having a heavy-ended prick." "Your dicks swing too," Billy retorted. "Both you and Dan look really sexy. Dan's dick is as big as yours." "We're both six inches hard," I informed him. "Even when we're hard, our helmets remain covered." Our three pricks were swelling in anticipation of a round of sex play. "Mine too," Billy said. "I like having a lot of skin because it lets me take longer strokes. Some guys have short skins that draw back when they get hard. Some are so tight they look like they're circumcised. No way us three look like we've been cut. Anyway, you two have really handsome tips, eye candy. My cousin Joey's friend, Caleb, in Arkansas, has a big tip just like yours, Dan." As he spoke Billy reached down and pushed Dan's foreskin back off his now swollen glans. Dan sighed in delight at the touch. The aroma of mucky wet foreskins filled the air. "He got skin?" Dan asked. His erection was very firm now, and Billy and I were almost in the same state. "He's got lots of skin, and that keeps his tip wet and shiny, just like yours." "Just like mine?" "Exactly like yours, Dan. He's got a big helmet with a high ridge that flares out just like yours, and a long slit like yours. He's got as much skin as you do, too and it locks behind his ridge when he gets hard." Billy ran his fingertip around Dan's high flaring corona. "I think Jerry, in our school, has a tip that looks a lot like Dan's," I said. "Yeah, he does," Billy replied, "but he's cut, with a thick brown scar behind the head. He talked to me about it once abd said he's glad he's cut because his tip always shows." "Oh, that would be only if he walked around naked all day. Cut or not, once you put your clothes on, nothing shows," I said. "You're right," Billy said. "I think he's secretly envious, because I've seen the way he looks at me in the locker room. Anyway, he thinks uncut guys are low class, and that their parents didn't love them enough to have them cut. He says only trailer park trash have skins." "That shows how ignorant he is. The head of Jerry's prick must be dry and rough, like the other cut boys," I pointed out. "I'm sure he's not as sensitive as we are." We were all rock-hard now, and I reached down and began stroking Billy's foreskin back and forth along his glans. Dan's fingers wrapped around the end of my prick and pushed my foreskin back, and then drew it forward again. I took a deep breath. "We're glad you had a good time in Arkansas with Joey and his friends," I said. "We've done a few things here." "Like what?" Billy asked. "Dan and I did Princeton a few times, and used the docking sleeve." "The really hot thing happened after we'd done Princeton a few weeks ago," Dan added. "We put our cocks head to head and I stroked our tips with my fingers. I came first and my load shot right into Jack's hole. That made him start coming right away." "Yeah," I confirmed. "I felt Dan's helmet throb hard against mine and then there was this jolt of liquid fire shooting into me. I lost it right then." "Our tips were pressed hard nose to nose, and our holes must have been right in line," Dan explained. "You see how his hole pouts wide open, like a teardrop when he's hard." Dan lifted my prick so that it pointed right at Billy's face. "When I came I shot right down his hole." "More than once," I said. "That first hot shot made me blast off, and then he shot into me again. Believe me, that was a real thrill." "You were loud enough when you started coming," Dan said. "When I come hard my juice feels hot in my tube, but yours felt even hotter," I told Dan. "I wish you could shoot your cream into me every time."