Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2012 10:54:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 5, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 5 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. "I wish my slit opened up like yours when I get hard," Dan said. "I'd love to feel your hot cream shooting into my cock. That would be mind blowing." Discussing this exciting sexual experience had boosted our arousal and all three of us had scrotums drawn up tightly. Billy noticed this and said: "Well, we all need relief. Let's rub our tips together and maybe we can shoot against each other. I know how hot it feels when a guy's cream shoots all over my mushroom" We clustered together so that our pricks touched and we skinned each other back to bare the heads. As we were all secreting lube heavily, we ran our fingertips over each other's slippery tips, until we almost at the point of no return. We inhaled deeply, as we all found the enticing aroma of foreskins arousing. "Look at how dark our tips are," Dan observed. "The rims are almost black." I quickly twisted my fingertips over Dan's helmet several times, making him gasp, and then his tip throbbed hard between my encircling fingers as a long white jet shot from his slit over mine and Billy's tips. Dan's body shuddered, his knees buckled and we had to keep him from falling as the orgasm swept through his body. Dan was yelping loudly in his frenzy as his jets spewed over our pricks, and when he was merely dribbling we helped him sit in a chair. Billy got a couple of paper towels and wrapped them around Dan's prick to catch the drip. "Let's go head to head," Billy urged. We faced each other squarely and pressed the big blunt noses of our tips into each other's, rubbing each other's slippery heads. A couple of seconds later, we were on the edge, and then we cried out helplessly as we began to unload. Jet after jet poured from our orifices over each other's pricks as we grunted and groaned loudly. My knees felt weak, and Billy and I leaned into each other as our pricks throbbed hard. I felt Billy's body shuddering against mine as our cries filled the room. When it was over and we were once more steady on our feet, we got more paper towels and milked our pricks before wrapping them up. I went over to Dan, who was just rousing from his daze, and milked his prick before slipping his foreskin over his tender glans. Dan wrapped his arms around me and pushed through the paper towel to probe the end of my foreskin with his tongue, licking up the residual drops of sperm. "I guess I didn't shoot down your hole this time," he said. "The angle was wrong." "It was still nice, Dan," I replied. "Your hot cream poured all over Billy's head and mine, and it didn't take us long to come after that." "That felt great, Dan," Billy added. "Your cream lubed us up even more and then when we came we shot all over each other's head. I really get off wen a guy's hot cream sprays all over my tip." "That was nice, Billy, but don't forget that your tip was throbbing hard against mine when we shot our loads," I said. "That made it even hotter for me." Billy led us into his bedroom, where we rested for a few minutes on his queen-size bed. Then I felt Dan's fingers tweaking my foreskin. "I think we can go again," he whispered. I wasn't the least surprised because at our age we recharged very quickly. "I know I'd like popping another load," Billy agreed. "My parents are gone for the weekend, so we've got lots of time. I'd like to do Princeton with Dan while you two use the buddy sleeve. You'll be head to head in the sleeve, so maybe you'll get Dan's load down your cock-hole again." We got up and Billy spread a large towel on the bed. As this was the second round, our pricks didn't spring erect as quickly as before, so when Billy produced a condom, Dan spoke up: "Let me put it on you." Billy handed him the condom and Dan squirted some Astroglide into it while Billy stroked our foreskins. Dan pushed Billy's ample hood behind his corona and unrolled the condom down his prick right to the base, leaving an inch of slack at the end. Then he lay on his left side and lifted his thigh. Billy placed his prick full-length along Dan's perineum and Dan lowered his thigh, trapping his prick in an erotic squeeze. Billy began thrusting slowly while I lay down facing Dan and lubricated the buddy sleeve. I pushed Dan's foreskin back to lock behind his flaring corona and Dan did the same to me. We slipped our hard pricks into it, our helmets meeting in the middle, and Billy reached over Dan's body to begin stroking the sleeve. "We can take it slow this time," Billy said. "We won't come as fast anyway since this is the second round." "Right," I agreed. "Since we'll be going slower it'll be hotter when we come." Dan's big helmet was pressed hard against mine, compressing my front dome while the sleeve's ridges caressed our coronas and gee-strings. I sighed in delight at the multiple sensations, and intertwined my legs with Dan's. "I like the way your big mushroom tip bumps my balls each time," Dan told Billy. Billy was stroking the sleeve in time with his thrusts, and we relaxed and enjoyed the rhythm. "I feel your ridge sliding along my underside," Dan added. I reached down to cup Dan's scrotum, already tight, and he did the same to me. I felt Billy's glans touching the back of Dan's balls with each thrust. "I love it the way I can feel your helmets through the sleeve," Billy told us. "They still feel spongy so I know you're not close to coming. Your tips get harder just before you blow your loads, you know that?" "We know, Billy," I told him. "So does yours." Billy maintained his steady rhythm in his thrusts and his stroking, and we glided along, feeling our sensations mount. The sleeve's ridges rippled over our coronas, compressing them and adding to the stimulation. "Keep your tip pressed hard against mine," Dan reminded me. "If our holes are lined up maybe I'll shoot into your teardrop this time." "I'd like that," Billy said. "I'd love to hear Jack when you shoot a hot load down his dick. You're both pretty loud when you come, but this would be special." "Oh, you'll hear it," Dan assured him. "Last time he nearly busted my eardrums," Dan added, exaggerating a bit. "I wish my dick had a pouting hole," Billy said. "That looks so sexy and makes a good target for the other guy's load." "It's like a funnel," Dan explained. "Last time I shot about an inch down his tube. "Yeah," I said. "Right where the urethra turns up to go into the helmet. My jets feel hot, but his felt almost like a blowtorch." Now Billy stroked us a little faster, explaining: "I want you to come before I do, so I can feel your dicks throb and Dan squeezing me hard down there. I know that when Dan's muscles squeeze my dick I'll go right over the edge." The sleeve's ridges rippled more quickly over our coronas and gee-strings, and I felt my excitement increase. My helmet swelled in response, filled with the sweet ache of anticipation. "I feel your helmets getting harder," Billy informed us. "Your ridges are flaring out more." A slow tickle started in my corona as Dan murmured: "My tip's tingling...." And then I felt the hard throb of his helmet against my front dome. An instant later a jet of liquid fire lanced into my pouting meatus, shooting down past my helmet, triggering my orgasm. I yelped loudly as my orgasm launched, sending a thick jet of cream up my urethra. After my gush, Dan's prick shot another hot jet down my hole, triggering a second spasm deep inside me. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Dan and I grunted in unison as our throbbing helmets hammered against each other. Billy's hand was tight around the sleeve, stroking hard, as his cries added to ours. Dan's legs shuddered against mine and I felt the shocks as Billy's body slammed against Dan's in the frenzy of orgasm. We all were tumbling in the free-fall of sexual release, mindlessly grunting and sobbing as the sensations overwhelmed our consciousness. Our struggles stopped after we'd drained ourselves, and we relaxed, sinking into the daze of the afterglow. Dan and I felt our helmets soften, flooded by our hot sperm, and I knew Billy's mushroom was awash in his own cream, retained by the condom. We were exhausted and dozed for a few minutes. After we'd recovered, Billy was the first to speak: "I'm guessing that you shot down his hole, Dan. Jack was louder than I'd ever heard him." "He did, Billy," I replied. "He shot maybe a couple of inches down my urethra, and it felt sensational. I already had a tickle in my helmet and then this jet of napalm shot down into me and I came. Then he shot another one into me and I was in seventh heaven." "I was hoping I'd shot my cream into you," Dan said. "I started coming and then you did, right after I'd shot my first load. You were loud, too. That made me think I'd set you off." I saw our cream oozing out of both ends of the buddy sleeve now that our pricks had shrunk. "When you started coming, Dan, I felt your muscles squeeze my dick hard, and that set me off," Billy said. "That's why I wanted you to come first." "Let's take off the buddy sleeve and roll up the towel," I suggested. Dan and I pulled back and Billy got up as I rolled the towel up around the buddy sleeve to catch any drips. I took the towel into the bathroom and put the sleeve in the sink and the towel in the washer. Then I ran warm water into the sink to clean out the sleeve. "Anyone getting hungry?" Billy asked as we showered together. "I can order in a pizza. You guy can stay over, too." We agreed, and once I was dried off I phoned home to let our dad know we were spending the night at Billy's. The pizza arrived and we ate it with relish, as our exertions had given us good appetites, and then we went to sleep, huddled against each other in Billy's queen size bed. The following morning we awoke with the usual erections, and we had to wait for them to subside before we could pee. We went into the bathroom and crowded around the toilet as we skinned back our pricks, releasing the musky aroma of natural foreskins. "We smell nice," Dan said. "I always liked the way my dick smells," affirmed Billy. "Cut guys don't have that sexy smell." "I'm glad we're intact for that and other reasons too," I added as my stream started, followed by Dan's and Billy's. They arced down into the bowl, blending together as we drained ourselves. When we'd finished Billy flushed the toilet, but we stood there with our heads exposed, mine and Dan's part-way and Billy's with the hood locked behind the corona. "I like the way my dick looks," Billy said. "Either forward or skinned back, it looks great. So do yours, guys." As he spoke I ran a fingertip around his wet, slippery rim, making his prick twitch. Dan and I pulled our foreskins back to lock behind our coronas, completely exposing our moist, glossy helmets. "You two have such beautiful tips," Billy commented as he ran a fingertip around my corona and then Dan's, making our pricks jump slightly in response. "Sensitive, too." He ran his fingertip under Dan's helmet, caressing the frenulum, and Dan's prick began to expand from the inrush of blood. "You're hitting my sweet spot," Dan told him. Then Billy caressed my frenulum with his other hand and my prick started to swell. Billy's erection was also starting, even without our touching his prick but just from the excitement of touching ours. "Let's me and Dan use the buddy sleeve while you do Princeton on me," Billy suggested. By now we were all hard, as we'd had a good night's sleep and were completely recharged. Billy grasped our pricks and began stroking our hoods back and forth, further arousing us. "We're already hot, first thing in the morning," Billy told us. "All three of our dicks are standing out straight." "Some guys' cocks stand straight up, against their stomachs," Dan added. "Jerry, the guy with a tip like mine, is one of those." "So was Walter, when he was 12," said Billy. "His dick was always pointed up to his belly-button when it was hard." "Well, now that we're hard, we're going to need relief before we have breakfast," I observed. I saw a drop of lubricant spread the long lips of Billy's slit. I touched the blunt nose of his mushroom, spreading his lubricant in small circles around his slit. We returned to the bedroom and Billy spread a large towel on the bed. Now he unwrapped a condom, unrolled it about an inch, and placed it on the blunt nose of my wet, glossy helmet as I felt a drop of lube crawl up my urethra. "I don't think you'll need any Astroglide," he said as he began to deploy it along the length of my prick, and massaged my helmet through the latex. Now he ran his finger the length of my urethra to push out more lubricant. My glans was already moist and as more lubricant seeped from my pouting orifice it spread inside the latex, making it slippery. Billy lay on the bed on his left side and lifted his thigh. I slipped my prick between his legs, sliding up against his perineum until my latex covered helmet touched his scrotum, which I saw had begun to tighten. Dan was squirting Astroglide into the buddy sleeve and held it between them as they slipped their pricks in until they met in the middle. My left arm was under Billy's waist, holding him to me, and now I grasped the buddy sleeve and began stroking it over their hard pricks. "I'll go slowly," I told them as I began thrusting between Billy's muscular thighs. I heard Dan and Billy sigh with pleasure as the sleeve's inner ridges bumped over their coronas and caressed their gee-strings. "I love going head to head with you and Jack," Billy told Dan. "Feeling your hot tip against mine makes me so hot." "Oh, docking's great," Dan replied. "Even with the docking sleeve instead of real skin, it's terrific. Maybe it's better because of those little ridges inside it." "Yeah, they feel so good as they bump against my rim," Billy affirmed. I was using long strokes, bringing the sleeve towards me until Dan's helmet was almost exposed, and then reversing and pushing it towards Dan's abdomen until his prick was totally engulfed and Billy's mushroom almost exposed. From having been inside it, I knew that the rippling over their coronas was supremely exciting to them. "I feel your tip each time it touches my balls," Billy told me. "I feel your flaring ridge sliding along behind them too." I kept up my slow thrusts, wanting to make the experience last as long as possible. "Let's make it last as long as we can," my brother told us. "We know that we get hotter orgasms when we take our time." All three of us had tight scrotums from our excitement. "Good thing you're going slow," Billy told me. "I can feel every ridge as it rides over my rim. That's really hot." "I can feel you too," I told Billy. "My prick feels every wrinkle in your skin as I'm sliding along. My helmet's really swollen now." "I can feel that," Billy said. "Your tip's bigger now than when you started. I can tell you're getting close." At his words I stopped thrusting. "I'm going to rest for a minute," I said. "I'll keep stroking the sleeve, though." "You can stop stroking us for a minute too," Dan said. "I'm getting that final swelling in my helmet, and I'd like to hold off coming." "Yeah, Jack," Billy affirmed. "Dan's head feels harder than before, and I can see both our tips are darker purple." None of us was far from the point of no return, even though I'd kept to a slow pace. Soon we'd be shuddering against each other as our pricks throbbed in orgasm. "This should keep you going, even though it won't make you come," Dan said as I saw him reach down to tickle Billy's scrotal hairs. "Oh, yeah, that feels nice," Billy agreed as his hands snaked between us to cup my balls. We remained like this for a couple of minutes, our excitement ebbing, until I felt we were ready for the final climb. "Better move your hand," I told Billy. "I'm going to start again." I felt his hand retreat as I resumed thrusting, at the same time sliding the buddy sleeve along their pricks. I thought they were likely to come before I did because the texture of Billy's perineum wasn't as bold and stimulating as the inner ridges of the buddy sleeve. "The sensations are softer now," Billy observed. "That's because we've been leaking lube all this time." So had I, and this masked some of the sensations for me as well. "My helmet's not as hard as a couple of minutes ago," Dan said. "It won't be long, though." He knew as well as I did that the build-up would be rapid now, and that the time for holding back was over. From this moment, we'd be racing each other to the peak. A new stiffness filled my prick as I continued thrusting, each lunge sending more sensations into the tightly stretched nerve endings in my helmet and gee-string. I could also feel their heads firming up through the sleeve. More telling, our breathing became rapid and shallow. "I don't know how long I can hold out," Billy muttered. "Me, too," Dan said. "Your tip feels so hot and hard pressing against mine. Both our tips are darker now." I was feeling my final swelling expanding my helmet, and knew I'd be coming within seconds. "I'm going to try to make this last as log as I can," I told them. "I'm going really slow now that we've got that feeling just before we come. Tell me when your tip starts tingling and then I'll speed up." I saw Dan's eyes were glazing over, a sign that he was withdrawing into himself, his entire attention focused on the delicious sensations in his prick. As I was hugging Billy, I felt the tension in his body mount in anticipation of orgasm. A hot tingling filled my helmet and I knew I was right on the brink. "Oh, yeah, NOW!" I heard Billy cry out and I thrust my prick hard between his thighs as I stroked the sleeve hard along their stiff male flesh. I saw Dan's face contort in the sweet agony of orgasm as Billy's thigh muscles clamped around my thrusting prick and hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my helmet. I slammed hard against Billy as my prick lunged against his balls, spewing the first load of sperm. I felt their pricks throbbing hard through the sleeve and heard them grunting and groaning as the hot storm of orgasm flooded their bodies. Our cries of ecstasy filled the air and Billy's body shuddered hard against mine as his hips bucked. My prick was thrusting hard inside the latex sleeve, releasing jets of hot lava that gushed up my urethra and slammed through my orifice and swirled around my helmet, increasing my sensations. Through the sleeve I felt Dan's prick thrusting in frenzy as the sensations consumed him. We'd started coming at almost the same second, and now our orgasms faded at the same time. Billy's shudders stopped and his body relaxed against mine. We were very still for several minutes. I saw that Dan's eyes were closed. Billy was the first to speak: "How was it for you, Jack?" "Oh, really nice," I replied. "Your muscular legs gripped my prick tightly and I had to go easy so as not to shoot too soon. The last few seconds before I came were a hot thrill because my helmet started tingling and I was balanced right on the edge. How about you?" "Feeling your brother's big helmet pressed against my tip was heavenly. Your hand working the buddy sleeve over our heads made me super-hard, and the tingle I felt in my tip just before I came was almost too much. My mushroom almost became super-sensitive and it was sweet torture. Then I started coming and my mind went blank. I remember your dick between my legs and I felt every throb of your big helmet while you were shooting. Now how about you, Dan?" "I felt about the same as you, Billy, inside that sleeve. Since my skin was back behind my rim I felt every ridge of the sleeve riding over the rim. Then I felt that hot tingle in my tip too, and when you started unloading I felt every jerk of your big mushroom. Your hot cream mixed with mine and flowed over my helmet, and I was in heaven." "Me too," I said. "The condom trapped my cream and it was so hot around my helmet. That increased my sensations." "I'm really glad our skins lock behind our rims," Dan declared. "This way we can feel the friction in our rims and gee-strings." "I'm glad you had us go slowly, Jack," Billy said. "That build-up was terrific. We were almost there when you stopped, and then when you started again you went slowly. I felt every sensation of the build-up, and then we all started coming together. When you came your body was slamming against mine and Dan's helmet was throbbing and shooting against my tip. The sleeve trapped our jizz and it went all around my head and behind my ridge. I loved the way you were stroking us hard while we were coming." "Sounds like we all had full-body orgasms," Dan concluded. "My eyes were closed but I could feel the bed shake and heard you both grunting hard. I guess we all were pretty noisy." "We were," Billy affirmed. "It sounded like we were being tortured. In a way it was torture, delicious torture." "Remember when we felt like we had to pee just before we came? It wasn't that long ago," Dan said "I remember it well," Billy replied. "I haven't had that feeling in a long time. Now my mushroom swells up and I get that hot tingle just before I start shooting." "Me too," I said. "My helmet swells so much that it feels like it's about to burst. Sometimes I get a delicious ache in my tip that tells me I need to come. Then the hot tingle starts in my rim. You too, Dan, right?" "Oh, yeah," Dan agreed. "I get exactly the same feelings you do, Jack. It starts in my rim and then spreads all over my helmet." "Well, we've all come three times in less than 24 hours. I don't know if we'll have the energy to do it again today," I said. "We ought to get breakfast and clean up, and then maybe go to a movie." We rose from the bed, scooping up the towel and went into the bathroom, where we showered together and rinsed off the buddy sleeve.