Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 09:05:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 14, Incest Twin Brothers, Part 14 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. Bill's company had sent him out of town so he was unable to make our date that Saturday. However, he assured us he'd come the following Saturday, and he arrived right at nine, just in time to join us for another cup of coffee in the kitchen. We were already naked, and he quickly stripped down, letting us see how his shaft-skin was stretched forward over his bell-shaped glans and held in place with a neat tape ring. "That really looks good," I assured him as I sipped my coffee. "Your head makes a big bulge in the skin, and when you're done your prick's going to look a lot like ours do." "It looks a lot like mine did when I began taping," Jim said. He leaned forward to tweak Bill's glans through the tightly stretched skin. "That felt good," Bill told him. "Squeezing my tip always makes the root of my dick throb." "That's the bulbo-cavernal reflex," Jim said. "Jack and I do it to each other a lot. It gets us hard pretty fast without even stroking the skin." "I want to get my mouth on that big purple helmet," Bill told Jim as he fingered Jim's foreskin, gently twisting the puckered end. "Were you able to hold off coming for all this time?" "It wasn't easy, but we did," Jim assured him. "Almost every day we were tempted to get off, but we figured you'd probably be saving it up too, and we didn't want to lose it." "I found it difficult too," Bill replied. "Still, I wanted this to be a really hot come, so I forced myself to hold off." By this time, the sexual conversation, plus the touching, had us all hard. Bill's prick especially was straining against the tape ring, and his shaft skin was so tightly stretched it looked painful. We quickly finished our coffees and went into te bedroom, where I'd earlier spread a large towel over the sheet. "I'd better get this tape off," Bill said, grimacing. "It's starting to hurt." "Good thing you used paper tape like we showed you," Jim said. "That releases easily. Anyway, pain isn't part of the equation. That stuff about 'no pain, no gain,' is just bullshit." "If it hurts, you might be making microscopic tears in your skin, and ending up with scar tissue, which doesn't stretch. That would be counter-productive," I added. Now Bill's bell-shaped glans was fully exposed, and Jim observed: "It looks a little smoother than it did two weeks ago. You must have been keeping it covered 24/7." I noticed that a drop of clear lubricant had parted the long lips of Bill's slit. I felt droplets crawling up my urethra too, not surprising considering our two weeks of abstinence. "I did, and I think it's gotten a little more sensitive," Bill said. He reached from Jim's prick, leaning down to insert his tongue into the pucker at the end of the foreskin. Jim's foreskin was being stretched out by the bulk of Bill's tongue, and I knew he must have reached Jim's pee-hole and was now probing it. "I can taste your lube," Bill said, momentarily removing his mouth. Then he pushed on his side on the bed and I saw the bulge of his tongue probing deeper, reaching for the corona. I saw the bulge travel down one side of Jim's prick, linger at the underside to caress the gee-string, and then work up the other side to the top again. Now Bill's lips pushed Jim's foreskin back and his fingers pulled down on the shaft skin, uncovering the helmet. "This'll give you a thrill," Bill said as he held Jim's exposed helmet between two fingers and blew into the pouting teardrop shaped orifice. Jim gasped at the sudden sensation, and I saw his hot hard prick twitch in Bill's hand. "Now to get down to business," Bill said as his lips moved to engulf Jim's glossy purple helmet. My prick was rock-hard, and I was lightly stroking my hood, resisting the temptation to pump hard and shoot my juice. My foreskin was very wet inside from the lubricant I'd been steadily secreting, and a few drops flowed from my foreskin's pucker onto the towel upon which I sat. Now I eased myself behind Jim, pushing close to him. Bill was now giving Jim's prick the killer stroke. As his lips moved back, he pumped Jim's foreskin up to follow them, right to the end of his glans. Then he started to push his lips forward again, pulling the foreskin back to clear the way. This double stimulation, coupled with two weeks' abstinence, was bringing Jim rapidly to the peak. I reached over to cup Jim's tight scrotum, pressing my fingertips lightly into the urethra behind it, so that I'd feel the first pulse of his ejaculation. Jim's breathing had become rapid and shallow, and now he began to moan lightly as his sensations quickly mounted. His eyes closed, and I knew he'd be flying in seconds. I felt the tension in his body and waited for the magic moment. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Jim cried out as I felt the sharp pulse in his urethra behind his balls, and I knew his first blast was shooting into Bill's mouth. Jim's body jerked against mine, telling me he was having one of those enthralling full-body orgasms, with two weeks' worth of sperm discharging from his straining prick. I almost came right then because I was so caught up in it. Bill's prick, with its exposed bell-shaped glans was dribbling steadily, releasing a flow of clear viscous lubricant onto the towel. Jim cried out helplessly as a second spasm shook his tortured body, writhing in joyful agony, and I felt the heavy pulse as the stream shot up his urethra. Now he was sobbing heavily as another contraction discharged more sperm, and another. His body jerked again, and Bill withdrew his mouth, knowing that Jim's prick was now super-sensitive. Jim's helmet was glossy dark purple, almost black, standing out proudly at the end of his shaft, and I saw it throb with two more powerful jets before subsiding into a dribble. It continued twitching for a few more seconds before it started to soften. Bill and I waited for Jim's prick to shrink completely, so that Jim would be able to dock him the way I'd docked Jim before I'd begun stretching my foreskin to its present length. As we waited we talked: "I was so horny this last week I was afraid I'd have a wet dream and lose it all," Bill told me. "I was a bit worried about that too, but it didn't happen," I replied. "I almost came when Jim started unloading and his body jerked against mine. He really discharged a lot, seven big streams instead of the usual five." "I was so hot when he started shooting in my mouth I wondered if I'd lose it right then," Bill confessed. "I was cupping his balls, but didn't dare touch you because I didn't want to push you over the edge," I told him. "I'm glad you didn't," Bill admitted. "That would have made me come for sure." Jim had opened his eyes by now, and his prick was completely soft, and the shrunken helmet had retreated inside his foreskin. "I'm ready to take you now," Jim told Bill as he grasped his foreskin to spread the opening. Bill positioned himself face to face with Jim and eased his big bell-shaped glans into the opening, sighing as Jim's stretched-out hood engulfed it. I sat up, apart from them, as I felt that if I was in contact with Bill's body, my prick pressed between us, I'd come when Bill did. I did, however, reach out to cup Bill's tight scrotum and knead his balls. "This doing it for you?" Jim asked as he wrapped his fingers around his foreskin and stroked it over Bill's big bell. "Oh, yeah, I'm in heaven," Bill murmured as Jim's fingers began a twisting action calculated to intensify the friction. "Just keep doing that, Jim. Keep going even when I shoot. My tip doesn't get super-sensitive like yours." Jim picked up the pace and I saw Bill's eyes close and his lips pull back in a rictus as his body tensed. "Try to stay relaxed, Bill," I urged him. "It'll be more intense if you take your time getting there." Bill had started thrusting his prick as Jim speeded up his hot twisting strokes. "I can't, I can't," he whispered as tremors ran through his body. My fingers cupping his balls felt the quivering running through him. He'd been inside Jim's hood barely 30 seconds and he was on the brink. Now he yelped: "OW! OW! OW! OW!" as I felt the pulse in his urethra behind his scrotum. A hard spasm shook his body as he shot his first hot stream into Jim's foreskin, and then he yelped again as his hips bucked. Jim's hood just covered his flaring corona, and I saw it bulge with the pressure of Bill's discharges as a few drops of white cream leaked from the edge. The heavy chlorine odor of Bill's sperm filled the air as his body rocked and he blasted another load into Jim's hood. I felt more drops of natural lube crawling up my tube as I watched, and was careful not to touch my prick to avoid losing my load. Bill's head was thrown back and his mouth was open, taking in deep rasping breaths as he convulsed again, shooting another stream of hot cream to distend Jim's tightly stretched foreskin. The excess was pouring out between Jim's hood and Bill's ridge, falling onto the towel between them. I could feel every pulse of his urethra in my fingertips as the root of his prick pumped out each ejaculation. I was certain that if anyone had touched my prick then I would have blasted off in reflex. As it was, my long foreskin nipple was dripping clear viscous fluid onto the towel. Bill cried out again, caught up in the sweet agony of his shattering orgasm, as his urethra pulsed with another hot torrent. His tube pulsed again, and then he stopped thrusting, pulling back out of Jim's cream-filled hood as drops of sperm dribbled from his long slit. Now he lay very still, overcome by the daze that follows orgasm. He flopped onto his back, prick flat against his abdomen, oozing sperm into his pubic hairs. I watched his prick soften and shrink as the blood drained from it, grateful that watching his climax had not driven me into orgasm, hot as I was. A minute or two passed, and then I heard Jim's voice: "Jack...." I looked up to see Jim on his knees before me, his erection coated with Bill's cream, pointing at me. "That made me so hot, Jack. I need to go again. Just dock me...." I blew into his pouting pee-hole as Bill had done and then we moved to the side and lay face to face. I grasped the end of my long foreskin nipple, holding it open to let Jim slide his big helmet inside it. After two weeks' abstinence, Jim really needed a second climax to drain him. I began stroking him and I felt the front dome of his hot hard helmet thrusting against mine, and when I began twisting my foreskin, the tickle began in my tip. In an instant, it changed to a hot tingle, and I knew I was going to unload. I cried out helplessly as the first torrent shot up my urethra, its heat searing my tube as my body convulsed. A second later, Jim yelped loudly and I felt his stream against the front of my glans, mixing with my discharge and swirling around my flaring ridge. We both shot again, and again, my shots producing a burning sensation as they gushed up my prick. I was aware only of our pricks throbbing against each other as the mind-numbing orgasm swept through me. I don't know how many discharges I had, but finally it was over and I pulled back, my hot tip super-sensitive, and I lay very still. My eyes were closed, and I sank into my daze. Some time later, we'd all roused ourselves, still relaxed from the after-shocks of our orgasms, feeling fulfilled and sated. "That was so hot," Bill remarked. "It felt like my jizz was burning when I came." "Me too," I added. "It felt like I was shooting hot lava." "Jack, you came first," Jim said, "But that first shot of yours went right into my hole, and a second later I was coming too." "He shot down your tube?" Bill asked. "Yeah," Jim replied. "You know the way our holes pout, and mine must have been lined up with his when he came. That made me come too. The cream he shot into me was so hot, and I was a goner then." "Oh, I thought I was going to make him come by mouth," Bill added. "You got hot again so fast, Jim, I guess you really needed to drain your tanks again." I noticed that Bill's prick had become larger as he spoke. "Looks like you need another one yourself," I observed. "You're getting hard again." Bill reached over to roll the nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and forefinger. "I bet you're ready for another one too," he said as he pulled gently on my nipple, stretching it out and making my prick swell in response. "After two weeks without coming, we're all ready for a second round." I knew he was right, as I felt my arousal surging. His fingers worked their magic on my intact prick, which quickly surged to full erection, and I held the foreskin open for him to slide his beautiful bell-head inside. "Maybe we can do it like two weeks ago," he said. "If I can come first and shoot down your tube, you'll really blast a load." I felt him thrusting his front dome hard against mine as I worked my hood over his glans, pressing hard to give him good friction. As this was the second orgasm for each of us, we did not have the hair-trigger reaction of the first time, when our tanks were almost overflowing with two weeks' sperm. Still, we were very aroused, and each caress, each throb, was intensely pleasurable for us. Our balls were tight against our bodies, and we were further stimulated by the aroma of fresh sperm that filled the air after our first discharges. Jim crawled over behind me and reached down to cup my scrotum, gently kneading my orbs. A couple of minutes of this combined stimulation had me ready to shoot again, and I felt additional blood flowing into my helmet to make it flare out in its final swelling. A shapt tickle started in my rim, and then amplified to a hot tingle. "My tip's tingling," I murmured as the sensations built up in my glans and then exploded, shooting down my shaft to launch the heavy pounding in the root. The first torrent of hot lava shot up my tube just as Bill pressed his front dome against mine. I heard him yelp and then felt his glans throb hard against mine, discharging a gush of hot fluid that coated my helmet. I felt another contraction deep inside, and another gush of hot fluid that seared my urethra and shot out all over Bill's throbbing front dome, its volume distending my foreskin. We were both writhing, crying out helplessly as the shattering spasms swept through our straining bodies, and we released more gushes that swirled around our engorged tips. We felt each other's glans throbs clearly, and this added to the stimulation, as we knew exactly what the other was feeling. Hot white sperm leaked from the end of my foreskin, which was tightly stretched over Bill's high flaring corona, filling the air with the characteristic chlorine odor and dripping onto the towel. Now My tip became overly sensitive and I stopped stroking, releasing my foreskin and pulling back to expose Bill's still-throbbing glans. I wrapped my fingers around its lubricated contours and twisted to enhance his sensations, and watched another strong jet shoot from his long slitted meatus onto my foreskin. My prick continued to throb but I knew I was merely dribbling now, the major force of my orgasm spent. The tension left our bodies and we relaxed, enjoying the daze of the afterglow. I heard Jim's voice: "That was really hot! You guys were really noisy when you blew your loads. If I hadn't already come twice I'd be hard again." Bill and I opened our eyes and looked at each other. Bill whispered: "Your first load shot down my hole. I didn't think it was possible, but our tips were pressed together so hard the stream forced my slit open." I was surprised to hear this, as I'd thought that only Jim and I could accept the other's load because of our pouting orifices. Still, I could understand that if our holes were perfectly aligned at the moment of discharge, my forceful stream could batter its way through Bill's tight slit and shoot down his urethra. "That was wonderful, Bill," I acknowledged. We'll have to get together next week for more fun. Right now, we'd better shower to flush ourselves and get you taped up again. You need to keep your precious head covered to get more sensitivity." Continued in Part 15