Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 15:26:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 6, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 6 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. Billy prepared a large breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, and we ate our fill. Instead of going out to a movie, we stayed naked and watched a porn video that Billy had dug out from his closet. "I like this one because it was shot in the Czech Republic, where everybody's natural," Billy explained. "You won't see a single cut guy in the video. American videos usually have only cut guys, and that turns me off." "I feel the same way, Billy," I said. "I can't identify with cut guys, since my prick has a foreskin. Anyway, you can do so much more with a natural prick than you can with one missing its foreskin." "You sure can," Billy replied. "That's why I like getting together with you guys. Having skin gives you more variety. You can stroke it with the skin, or stroke it bare-headed. You can pinch the end shut to shoot inside your skin so that the cream goes all around the head. If you've got enough skin like my cousin Joey, you can dock another guy." "You can stick your tongue inside the other's skin," Dan pointed out. "Jack and I did that a few times. That's variety too." As he spoke, the two guys in the video were tonguing each other's hard pricks, pushing inside the foreskin as far as the corona. They were in the classic "69" position, their fingers cupping each other's scrotum as they worked their tongues around the rims. The effect on us was predictable. We were sitting on the living room couch, Dan on my left side and Billy on my right, and I felt a hand grasp my prick, gently squeezing my helmet through the foreskin. I could tell it was Dan's hand, and I reached over and did the same to his prick, as I knew he enjoyed the glans squeeze as much as I did. Each squeeze produced a throb in the roots of our pricks. Meanwhile, My right hand clasped Billy's prick by the end of his hood and gently pulled it out away from his body. I knew this stretched the nerve endings in his foreskin and frenulum, giving him subtle but erotic sensations, and I heard him sigh softly. Within a minute we were all hard, slower than before but still very aroused. "Now they're going to stop sucking and push their skins back," Billy said. "Watch this. One guy has a mushroom tip like mine, and the other has a helmet, like you two." The two on the screen pulled apart, sat up, and retracted each other's hood to reveal their big purple tips. Both were wet and glossy, and now they began slowly stroking their foreskins up and down, lubricated by saliva and natural lubricant. I pushed Billy's foreskin down slightly, just enough to expose the front of his glans. "The guy with the helmet's got a flaring ridge like you guys, and his slit's pouting wide open like a teardrop, Jack. Just like yours," Billy said. I took a quick glance down and saw that a large drop of clear viscous fluid was seeping out of Billy's slit. I felt a drop of lube crawling up my tube. "I'm getting lube, just like you, Billy," I told him. "I get a lot of it these days. When I first started jacking, I didn't get that, just a sensation of having to pee. This is hotter." "I'm feeling it too," Dan chimed in. "It's a really sexy feeling, that drop of lube slowly coming up toward the tip." "It feels good for me too," Billy answered. "It's not as hot as coming, but I feel every drop as it comes up my dick." I touched spread the lubricant in small circles around his slit. "That feels so good when you do that," was his reaction. I leaned over his prick and inhaled. "Ahhh," I said. "You have that clean musky smell. That's really sexy." Dan put his face over my prick. "You've got that aroma too," he said. "We all do." "That's part of the fun," Billy said. "Smelling your pricks turns me on. Then when you come there's a stronger smell." "Chlorine?" I suggested. "Yeah, chlorine, but something else too." On the screen the camera focused on the helmet tip of one of the actors. Drops of clear lube filled of his teardrop slit and then flowed slowly down his frenular triangle. The moving foreskin caught the flow and spread it over his glossy tip. Now I probed inside Billy's hood with my tongue, first tickling his long slit and pushing my tongue tip inside it as far as it would go. Then I worked back to his corona and ran my tongue down one side to his gee-string, which I strummed for a few seconds, drawing a groan from him. Now I ran my tongue up the other side of his corona and stroked the broad upper surface of his glans. Now I skinned Billy's hood down and wrapped my lips around his hot tip, again probing his long slit with my tongue, and felt his prick throb. "Your prick has a nice taste, musky and salty," I told him as I worked my tongue around his corona, from top down to the gee-string under the head. "You know how to handle an uncut dick," Billy told me. "You know how to stretch the skin, twist it, and stick your tongue inside. Guys who are cut just push my skin down and use their lips on the head. That's not as sexy." "You know about uncut cocks because you're natural yourself," Dan told him. "You taught us a lot about how to handle our cocks, playing with the skin, and docking. That's why we like to have fun with you." "I'll go along with Dan," I said. We know how to play with each other because our pricks are pretty much alike and they work the same way." I felt Dan's lips on my foreskin, and his tongue probing inside it, reaching my teardrop shaped orifice. I stopped the rhythmic squeezing of Dan's helmet and began gently twisting his hood around the head. "Watch this," Billy warned us. "One of them is going to come!" Our eyes shifted to the screen and we saw a close-up uf the prick with the mushroom shaped glans. It was dark purple and the foreskin was rapidly being pumped up and down. A drop of clear liquid parted the lips of his slit, followed by a long gush of cream. The camera cut to the guy's face, which was contorted in the sweet agony of orgasm, and then back to his prick to catch the second ejaculation. He was groaning loudly with each discharge, and we saw the third eruption shoot high into the air, followed by another. "That's hot, watching him come," Billy said. "That's a hot video, but now that you're here, I want to see you come in person." "I would too," I said. "Up to now, we've come together, but this time I think we should come one at a time. Dan and I can work on you to make you shoot, and then we can come afterwards." Dan got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a roll of paper towels. "Okay, but first let's watch the second guy come," Billy said. 'He's really hot, and we can turn the video off after he unloads." I kept stroking Billy's foreskin slowly and felt Dan pumping mine at a relaxed pace. On the screen, we saw the helmet-headed prick being stroked vigorously, a hand pumping the foreskin in long strokes. Drops of clear lube seeped from the teardrop shaped orifice, and the color of the helmet was dark purple, with the flaring corona almost black. I resumed squeezing Dan's helmet through his hood. The Czech actor's dark glossy helmet seemed ready to burst, as it was so engorged, and I could imagine what the guy was feeling. Now he surely felt a tickle in his rim as the foreskin bumped and compressed his corona, with the tickle spreading as the foreskin enveloped his entire glans. The encircling fingers pushed the foreskin down just as the first jet of cream shot into the air, accompanied by a loud grunt. Now the foreskin was being held tightly back, and I knew this was stretching the gee-string, adding new sensations that produced a second gush that arced high. We heard his agonized grunts as the waves of orgasm coursed through his shuddering body, bringing forth several more powerful jets until his orgasm subsided. Billy used the remote controls to turn off the system and I slid to my left so that Dan could slip in on Billy's other side. Billy slid with me, and Dan sat down and reached for his scrotum, pinching the skin and stretching it downward. "I've got the paper towels to catch his come," Dan said. "I'll work on his balls while you stroke his cock." I stroked Billy's foreskin up and down his glans in long strokes, stretching it far back on the down stroke to put tension on his gee-string, and then bringing it up to bump and compress his thick corona and envelop the head completely. I felt Billy's warm fingers wrap around my prick, stroking it very slowly as he said: "I want to feel your hard dick while you're doing mine. "That really turns me on." He lay his head back on the couch and closed his eyes as I continued to stroke his foreskin. I was in no hurry, and stroked him slowly, making sure that I went as far up and down as possible with each stroke. "A long build-up makes for a terrific orgasm," I reminded him as I continued to stroke him. Billy's prick felt very warm between my fingers. "His balls are real tight now," Dan said as he cupped his fingers under Billy's drawn-up scrotum. I heard Billy's breathing become shallow and faster as his excitement mounted. Even at this slow pace, he would inevitably reach the peak. Dan held several folded paper towels in his lap, ready to intercept the streams of cream when they erupted from Billy's glans. Sitting next to Billy, my thigh against his, I felt the tension build in his body. "I can feel your tip getting harder through your foreskin," I said. As I drew Billy's foreskin all the way down, Dan added: "Yeah, and it's getting darker too." More lubricant leaked from Billy's long slit, making the glans and foreskin very slippery and reducing the friction. I knew this would prolong the build-up, so that his orgasm would be even more intense when it hit him. I kept stroking him, sliding the foreskin all the way up and down his big slippery mushroom, bringing him closer to the edge. When I felt he was very close, I changed tactics. Using my left hand to draw his foreskin all the way down to put tension on his nerve-rich gee-string, I caressed the glossy surface of his mushroom with the fingertips of my right hand. The ridges on my fingertips produced a much sharper sensation than the smooth inner lining of his foreskin, and Billy reacted immediately: "AH-AH-AH" he exploded in a high-pitched squeal as my strokes flooded his glans with intense sensations. I felt his entire body tighten up as he reached the peak, poised for a moment, and then begin shuddering as the hot spasm began deep inside him. I felt his prick and big-domed mushroom throb hard as as he tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. I saw a thick rope of cream shoot from the lips of his long slit as he cried out. Dan had a wad of paper towels ready and caught the stream before it hit the couch seat. Billy's body writhed and his hips almost lifted off the seat as the spasms coursed through him. Billy's loud grunts filled the air as his prick throbbed between my fingers, shooting ropes of cream that Dan deftly caught with the paper towels. His face was contorted as the joyful agony of orgasm filled his body. My fingertips danced over the hard wet surface of his throbbing mushroom and strummed his taut gee-string. His spasms tapered off and his ejaculations became weaker, ending as ooze leaking through the lips of his slit. The tension left his body and he relaxed against me, his head resting on my shoulder. I hugged him and kissed him on the lips. Dan licked the residual cream from Billy's glans, probing the long slit to get the last drops. Now he pulled Billy's foreskin up over the shrinking glans to protect it. "Let's let Billy recover before we start making you come," Dan suggested. "I'm sure he won't want to miss that." I agreed and we sat next to each other, stroking each other's pricks just enough to maintain erection. Dan's idea was a good one for several reasons. We knew that the longer the build-up, the more intense the orgasm. We'd also wanted to come separately so that we could witness the other's orgasm and take part in the stimulation. Dan and I varied our manipulations during the next couple of minutes. We'd slide the foreskin up and down the glans and then squeeze the glans through the hood to bring on the bulbo-cavernal reflex, the twitching in the root of the prick in response to the squeeze. At one point I leaned over and, sliding his foreskin down part-way, probed his long slit with my tongue. His clear lubricating fluid tasted salty, as mine did, and felt very smooth on my tongue. The musky aroma of his wet glans and hood filled my nostrils. "Can I join in?" Billy asked. He was clear-eyed, having recovered fully from his daze, and was eager to take part. His warm fingers wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking my foreskin up and down in the long slow strokes we all enjoyed. He pushed my hood all the way down, putting tension on my gee-string as I had on his. Unlike his tip, though, my helmet pulled down towards my toes, dragged by the gee-string. Dan's helmet also dipped when we pulled down on his frenulum, something that Billy enjoyed watching as it didn't happen to him. "That feels nice," I murmured as I continued to caress Dan's foreskin languidly, just enough to keep him hard. I felt Dan's fingers cup my tight scrotum, kneading my orbs gently. "I came so hard," Billy said. "Your bare fingers on my tip sent hot sparks into it and down my dick. That was a shock, but a pleasant one." "I knew that would send you over the edge at the end, hot as you were," I said. "You were really dripping lube I knew touching your big mushroom and gee-string would do the trick." Billy's fingers gently twisted my hood on the upstroke and then pulled down hard to stretch my nerve-studded gee-string, making the head dip again. Dan lightly touched my momentarily exposed helmet with a fingertip, and I felt hot sparks stabbing deeply into my glans, bringing me closer to release. "Your helmet's lost that spongy feel," Dan told me. "It's really hard now, and it's gotten darker." "The rim's almost black," added Billy. "It's darker than mine gets and it's really leaking lube." I felt a steady flow of droplets crawling up my urethra as his fingers worked my foreskin in an erotic pattern, rubbing my helmet, compressing my corona, and stretching my gee-string in a manner calculated to push me toward the brink. "I'm getting an ache in my tip," I whispered, knowing that this signaled my need to unload soon. Dan and Billy understood this, as they didn't relent in their caresses. "You'll be tingling soon," Billy assured me as he nibbled on my right nipple. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Dan preparing a wad of paper towels to receive my sperm. Now I was slowly withdrawing into myself, losing conscious thought as my mind focused on my erogenous zones and a mild tickle started in my flaring corona. "My rim's tickling now...." I trailed off as the sensation increased. My hot, aching helmet longed for the explosion that would bring me relief. Now Billy pushed my foreskin down hard, my glans dipped, and I felt his fingertip strumming my gee-string rapidly, launching the hot tingle that spread all over my helmet and then shot down my shaft. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted hard as a contraction in the root of my prick sent the first hot jet spilling into my urethra, searing its way up my prick to slam through the pouting lips of my meatus. My straining body shuddered mindlessly as my hips bucked, thrusting my prick upward, and I felt another hot jet course its way up to shoot out of my throbbing helmet. I felt the rough scrape of a paper towel against the front dome of my glans as Dan held it to catch my eruptions and this triggered another discharge as I howled helplessly. I writhed and shuddered as another hot jet burned its way up my prick and through my pouting orifice. Billy's strong fingers maintained the tension on my sensitive gee-string, bringing forth a fifth jet that both tickled and burned the inside of my urethra. I felt that my entire being was gushing out through my tortured prick. Now the pulses were weaker and faded to seeping from mu meatus as my body began to relax. I was totally drained, exhausted from the frenzy of my orgasm, and I began to sink into the usual daze. I was barely aware of a tongue lapping at my shrinking orifice, cleaning away the last drops of sperm before my foreskin was pulled up over the precious head. I came out of it a couple of minutes later, opening my eyes to see my prick wrapped in a paper towel and Dan smiling at me. "You had a hot one, Bro," were his first words. "You were very loud, like Billy was."