Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2012 04:48:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 8, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 8 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 doorbell rang and Billy slipped on a bathing suit and ran to answer it, returning with a large pizza in a box. "I ordered this, figuring we wouldn't want to go out to eat," he explained. "Dan, can you put those towels in the wash?" Dan hurriedly folded up the towels and took them into the bathroom, putting them in the washer. Billy fetched some napkins from the kitchen and we sat on the bed to eat. Ken and I saw very close to each other, a strong mutual attraction having developed between us. Dan noticed this and said: "After we finish, maybe you two can blow each other. Billy and I can watch and stroke cocks." Ken and I looked at each other, then nodded. After the meal was over and Billy had taken the empty box into the kitchen Ken and I arranged ourselves in a "69" position on the bed. Billy and Dan sat on a corner with a fresh towel under them. Ken and I were both limp, but when I gave his long foreskin nipple a gentle tug, his prick started to swell again. Ken squeezed my glans through the foreskin and I felt my prick start to respond. "I think we're both ready to go," he murmured, feeling my prick expanding between his gentle encircling fingers. "I don't know if you clench your teeth when you come, but I'd hate to get bitten," I said. "We should come one after the other, not simultaneously." The aroma of his musky foreskin hit my nostrils. "I like that," Ken assented. "I'd like to be fully aware when you come, not wrapped up in my own orgasm. You probably feel the same way." "Right," I said. "My eyes usually close just before I come, and I miss the show. I want to feel every throb of your tip and taste every drop when you shoot." By now our pricks were hard, and I saw that Dan's and Billy's hands were in each other's laps. I slipped my tongue into Ken's long foreskin nipple, driving in deep to probe for his long slit. "I like docking your tongue," Ken said as he pushed his tongue-tip into my foreskin pucker, and I felt his hot tongue-tip lapping at my pouting slit. I pushed my tongue-tip into the lips of his long slit, slipping between them as far as I could. "Your skin smells nice." "Your helmets are really bulging inside those skins," Dan commented. In front of my eyes, Ken's scrotum began to contract, drawing his balls up towards his body. Ken's tongue pushed deeper into my hood, running around my corona down to my gee-string and then up the other side. I lapped the broad upper surface of his helmet, drawing a sigh of delight from him. "Your balls are tight now," Ken commented. "You're turning each other on fast," Billy contributed. "This is quite a show for us." "I'm going to skin you back," I said. "I want to feel that big smooth helmet against my tongue and palate." With these words, I grasped his prick around mid-shaft and pulled his foreskin down. It locked behind his flaring ridge, just as mine does. "Your foreskin locks back like mine," I said. "I like that. Your ridge really flares out." As I was speaking Ken pulled my foreskin back, where it locked behind my flaring corona. His fingers cupped my tight scrotum, gently kneading my balls. My lips wrapped around his corona as I pushed my tongue as deep into his long slit as I could, and then began twisting my head to give him the delicious sideways friction that I knew was a turn-on. I felt his lips moving back and forth on my helmet, engulfing it and then drawing back rhythmically. We were now breathing through our noses, and I noticed that our breaths had become shallow and rapid. A steady flow of natural lubricant was seeping from his long slit, filling my mouth with a salty, musky flavor. I swallowed and removed my mouth. "I think you're closer than I am," I said. "Want to come first?" "Yeah," he replied. "Another few seconds and I'll feel my tip tickling." He continued stroking my foreskin slowly, to maintain my excitement. I put my mouth on his glans again, using my lips to work his corona and my tongue to caress his slit and gee-string, drawing moans from him. I felt his glans going into its final swelling. After a few more seconds I hard him say: "I've got that tickle in the rim." I redoubled my efforts and then he murmured: "I'm tingling...." Two seconds later his helmet throbbed hard against my tongue and palate and he shot the first chlorine-laden gush into my mouth. I swallowed hard, just in time for the second gush to pour out. Ken was groaning and grunting loudly, filling the air with his cries of joyful agony, as his helmet throbbed again, spilling another hot torrent down my throat. I felt his body shudder hard, shaking the bed, unmistakable evidence of the intensity of his climax. Another surge of hot sperm poured from his long slit onto my tongue and I swallowed it, savoring the taste and aroma. His big helmet throbbed again, releasing another large gush, the last one. Ken's tip was now merely twitching slightly, and I tasted the residual liquid oozing from his long meatus. His cries had subsided, and now I felt his body relaxing. "Man, he really was into it," Dan commented. "Ken's body was really jerking," added Billy. "He must have dropped a hell of a load." "Even though Jack was swallowing it, I could still smell the aroma," Dan said. As he spoke I realized that it was his hand sliding my foreskin gently back and forth over my swollen glans. Ken's hand had dropped away when the full force of the orgasm had hit him. "I think you're smelling all of us," Billy countered. "Look, Jack's cock is dripping, and so is yours." As he spoke I ran my fingertip along Ken's urethra and licked away each drop as it emerged between the lips of his slit. The taste of his cream and the aroma of his foreskin were delicious. Then I rolled his long foreskin up to cover the head. Now that Ken was limp, the pendulous nipple dangled an inch or more beyond the end of his glans. "You'll really like it when Ken starts on you," Billy told me. "He gives a terrific blow job. You have to feel it to believe it." Ken was stirring now, and I saw his fingers wrap around my prick mid-shaft. He skinned me back and blew on my exposed glans, making my prick twitch. Then he applied his lips to my front dome, working back until he engulfed my flaring corona as his tongue probed my meatus. Then he began pulling back, his fingers advancing on my prick until my hood had bumped over my ridge and covered half the glans. Then he reversed, pulling my foreskin off my helmet as his lips worked down to the corona. Retraction of my foreskin put tension on my nerve-rich gee-string, adding to my sensations. The combination of sensations; tension, friction and compression, on my helmet's nerve endings was very arousing, and I felt the rush of blood into my prick as it went into its final swelling. "Jack won't last long," Billy told Dan. "He's been hard for awhile, and his balls are tight. Ken's going to have his load in a minute." I knew Billy was right. My prick was hot and hard, and I felt a steady flow of lubricant coming up my tube. A sweet ache of anticipation filled my helmet, insisting on relief. Now Ken picked up the pace and I knew it was only a matter of seconds as my eyes closed. The sensations in my prick were so intense that I was withdrawing into myself, my mind totally focused on Ken's lips on my helmet and his strong fingers on my foreskin. Now a warning tickle began in my swollen corona, followed immediately by the delicious hot tingle that spread all over my glans. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my prick as my body tightened up in response. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as the sensations in my prick exploded and the first hot jet shot up my urethra. My helpless cries were very loud as the orgasm swept though me, making my body shudder. As Ken pulled down on my foreskin again, tensing the gee-string and making my helmet dip, another contraction began deep inside me, sending a second hot blast of cream gushing up my prick to explode in his mouth. His lips twisted around my hard, flaring corona, producing another spasm deep inside me, and I cried out again. My prick tingled with the sweet agony of orgasm and my straining body shuddered uncontrollably. I was in a mindless state, my entire world was my throbbing prick, and I yelped again as another surge of hot lava poured through the lips of my pouting orifice. My spasms weakened, and now my prick was just oozing sperm, trickling onto Ken's tongue. I began to relax as my prick softened, and I knew that the daze of the after-shock would soon overwhelm me. I was barely aware of Ken's finger squeezing my urethra and his tongue licking away the trickle that came from my meatus. Finally, he pulled my foreskin forward over my helmet, and I rested, utterly torpid, for a couple of minutes. I came fully awake to see Ken smiling down at me as he asked: "Was that hot? Like it?" as be bent over to kiss me on the lips. "Loved it," I replied. I turned to see Dan and Billy still stroking each other's pricks. "Are you going to do Billy next?" "No, I've had Billy's mushroom in my mouth a few times. This time, I want Dan's big helmet and flaring rim in my mouth." He gently pushed Dan flat on the bed, grasping his shaft as he had grasped mine, working his foreskin in long strokes that made the helmet dip when he put tension on Dan's gee-string. Then his lips went down on Dan's big front dome, glossy and wet, and I knew that he was tasting Dan's salty lubricant. Both Dan's and Billy's balls were tight against their bodies. Billy lay down next to Dan, and I approached him from the other side, inhaling the aroma of his wet hood and glans. I pulled his foreskin all the way down to expose his purple mushroom right down to the ridge. "My head doesn't dip the way yours and Dan's do," Billy said. Studying his frenulum, I voiced my opinion: "I think it's because your gee-string is attached farther down in the groove than ours," I said. "Mine attaches right in the apex of the triangle, farther up on the head, and that pulls the front down when you pull on it." "It feels great when you pull down on my gee-string. It stretches the nerve endings." I gave his frenulum a light tug as he spoke. Meanwhile, I heard Dan moaning softly next to us and I guessed that Ken was giving him an intense experience. I looked over and saw that he was pumping his foreskin in time with his lips engulfing his helmet. "I think Ken's going to have Dan coming any second," I told Billy. "He's doing the same thing he did on my prick." "Ken's an expert at this," Billy informed me. "He always gets my load fast, and makes my cock feel so good." I began pumping Billy's hood up and down, and worked my lips down toward his ridge, as Ken had done to me. His glans felt hot against my tongue and lips. I also probed his long slit with my tongue, tasting his salty lube as it seeped out. "Nice," Billy whispered. I was gratified because I hoped I'd learned something about oral technique from Ken. Now I pulled back my lips and stroked his foreskin up to engulf his glans to the end, giving it a twist at the top of the stroke. Drawing it down again, I followed with my lips, my tongue-tip again probing his long meatus. I twisted my lips around his thick ridge, and heard him sigh. Next to us, Dan's excitement was rising, as his breathing grew rapid and shallow. Ken's expert technique was having its effect, and I knew he'd soon be disgorging his sperm into Ken's talented mouth. A steady ooze of salty lubricant oozed through the lips of Billy's long slit as his mushroom swelled to its final hardness. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard Dan cry out, and I knew the full force of orgasm had hit him. I felt the bed shake and knew he was thrusting his hips up to drive his prick deeper into Ken's mouth. His cries filled the air, and I sensed that this was having an effect on Billy. He and Dan had been watching Ken and me, and now Dan was getting his release. I knew that with the long build-up and stimulation, Billy would be shooting soon. "My rim's tickling," he whispered as I dragged his foreskin down again and worked my lips around his rim. His breathing was fast and shallow now, and I knew it was just a matter of seconds. His tip twitched against my tongue and he'd begun moaning softly. Meanwhile, Dan's cries were less, and I knew his orgasm was tapering off. Suddenly Billy cried out: "AH! AH! AH!" and his big mushroom throbbed hard in my mouth, releasing a torrent of hot salty sperm. Billy was shuddering as his prick throbbed, releasing another gush of hot cream into my mouth. Now he was thrusting his prick deeper into my mouth, enraptured by the waves of sensation pouring into him. I swallowed hard just as another stream of cream spewed from his big-domed mushroom, and I pulled back hard on his foreskin and frenulum to stimulate another release. His helpless cries filled the air now that Dan's had subsided, and Ken looked over at us, enjoying the spectacle. "AAAAAAHHHHH!" Billy yelped as he shot his last load, and now my tongue felt the salty seepage leaking from the lips of his long slit. The tension left his body and his prick, and he began to relax after his exertion. I gently ran my fingertip along his urethra to milk the residue from his prick and then pulled his foreskin forward over his shrinking glans.