Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 07:33:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brother, Part 15, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 15
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Next Saturday Bill again showed up at nine, and we sat in the kitchen
finishing a pot of coffee. He'd stripped down upon entering and we were
already naked, so we got good views of each other's equipment. Our tips
bulged attractively through the covering hoods, mine natural, Jim's
restored, and Bill's with a ring of tape to hold the stretching shaft skin
over the head.

     "You guys drink a lot of coffee," Bill observed.

     "We like coffee, and we find that sex is hotter when our bladders are
full," I explained. "Then when we shower, we get a good flow to flush the
cream from our pricks. There's always a residue no matter how much we milk
them down."

     "How's your stretching coming?" asked Jim.

     "I found that when I take the tape off I have a bit of slack skin
now," Bill informed us. "I take it off every couple of days to rinse
underneath. You know that when I pee I do it right through the skin, and a
couple of drops always stay behind and they start to smell after two or
three days. I do it the way you told me, just rinse, without soap."

     "I guess we all held off coming this week too," I offered. "I know Jim
and I did."

     "Me too," Bill told us. "It's so much hotter when my tanks are full. I
feel I really need to come, and it just explodes out of me. We're all alike
that way, I'm sure." I nodded affirmatively and he went on:

     "I've always wanted skin, the way you guys have it. That's why I
preferred sex with uncut guys. When I was in Europe I found a lot of uncut
dicks there, and I got a lot of experience handling them."

     "We know you know how to handle our uncut cocks," said Jim. "Your
experience shows." Bill reached out to pinch and roll Jim's foreskin pucker
between thumb and forefinger.

     "Remember how I blew into your holes last week? I know that always
gets guys hot, cut or uncut. Well, with uncut guys I also blow into their
skins. That makes them balloon out, and it really gets them hot." He leaned
over to put his lips to Jim's pucker, and I watched the foreskin inflate,
distending to a spherical shape. Now Bill pinched the end shut, trapping
thei air inside, and Jim said:

     "That really feels good, that stretchy feeling. Can you blow up Jack's
hood too?" Bill grasped my long foreskin nipple with his other hand and his
lips touched the end. His hot breath blew into it, and I watched and felt
my foreskin distend into a long cylinder, larger in diameter than my head
or shaft. My nerve endings stretched under the pressure, and blood quickly
flowed into my prick, giving me a firm erection. Jim's had started growing
when Bill had blown into his foreskin and now we were both hard. Even
Bill's prick was swollen and straining against the tape ring.

     "I'd better get that off," I said, pointing to his prick. "You don't
want pain." I reached down and pulled off his tape ring, releasing his
prick to swell unimpeded to full hardness. The skin pulled back
immediately, uncovering his glossy purple bell-shaped glans and the brown
circumcision scar behind it.

     "Your tip's darker now, and shiny," Jim said. "Is it more sensitive?"

     "It sure is," Bill affirmed. "After only a few weeks covered, it's
gotten a lot more sensitive. Maybe we should go into the bedroom now?" He
released our foreskins and stood, his straight-shafted prick with beautiful
purple bell poised proudly at the end. Our hoods instantly deflated and we
followed. I'd spread a large towel on the queen size bed in anticipation of
the morning's activities. As we arranged ourselves, Bill said:

     "I'll start with Jim, so that he can go soft and dock me like last
time. Since we've only held off coming for a week, there isn't the urgency
that we felt last week, so I'll do a thorough job and make it last." Jim
and I knew that the longer the build-up lasted, the more intense orgasm
would be. He and Jim lay in a "69" position and Bill grasped Jim's hood,
blowing again to inflate it. As it bulged Jim let out a contented sigh and
began squeezing Bill's bell-shaped glans to make the root of his penis
throb rhythmically. My erection had softened, but Bill's came to full alert
within seconds. Bill let Jim's foreskin deflate and he pushed it back with
his lips, baring Jim's helmet as the foreskin locked behind his corona. I
watched Bill's tongue as he probed Jim's pouting meatus, and then began
swiping it across the lips. Then he worked his tongue across the broad
upper surface of Jim's glossy helmet, and Jim moaned lightly.

     "I'm going to give your tip a tongue bath," Bill explained before
running his tongue-tip around Jim's flaring corona, probing into the deep
groove behind and then strumming his taut gee-string underneath, making Jim
moan more loudly. He pulled back on Jim's shaft-skin to bare the groove and
worked his tongue deeply into it.

     "You don't seem to have as much of a scar as I do, even though we were
both circumcised at birth, Bill remarked. "Mine's a thick brown ring, but
yours is almost invisible."

     "I was cut with a Plastibell," Jim explained. "That doesn't leave much
of a scar. Your cock was cut with a Gomco, which makes a thick
scar. Anyway, once the scar's covered, it seems to almost vanish. I'll bet
that your scar's going to shrink and become less visible as you go on
stretching and keeping it covered."

     "I'd really like that," Bill said. "I know some guys get off looking
at the circ scars on dicks, but it never did anything for me. Oh, I've
sucked a lot of cut dicks, but I like normal ones better."

     "We've run into guys who prefer cut pricks," I contributed. "That's up
to them. Jim and I prefer to have our pricks normal and natural, not only
for the looks, but because of the increased sensitivity. Anyway, having a
foreskin gives you more to play with." As I spoke Bill locked his lips
behind Jim's corona and began moving his head back and forth, applying
friction to the flaring rim. I saw Jim's scrotum tighten with excitement as
the friction had its effect on him. He'd been squeezing Bill's glans, but
now wrapped his fingers around Bill's shaft and began pumping the skin back
and forth in the traditional masturbation technique. Bill's skin had
loosened from the stretching and Jim was able to bump it over the corona,
compressing as well as rubbing it.

     "Ooooohh, that feels good," Bill exclaimed. "So that's what having a
skin on your dick feels like. I'd stroked a lot of uncut guys but never
felt it myself." He returned to working on Jim's glans with his lips, but
now brought Jim's foreskin forward as his lips retreated, then pushing it
back as his lips engulfed the glans right to the groove. I recognized his
"killer technique" from last week, and knew that this was the home stretch,
that this would make Jim's prick explode in orgasm soon. Jim now had taken
Bill's big glans between his lips and was working on the corona. I wondered
if he was also probing Bill's long piss-lips with his tongue, because I saw
Bill's balls drawing up tightly against his body.

     Bill was now rotating his head on Jim's glans, giving him that
compelling sideways friction that was always super-exciting. Jim's
breathing became shallow and rapid, and his eyes closed. Although I hadn't
been touching my prick at all, it still remained half-hard because of the
visual impact of the scene. I didn't want to risk bring on my orgasm
prematurely because I wanted Bill to bring me off orally after Jim had
docked him. I positioned myself behind Jim, hugging him to me because I
wanted to feel him shudder when the orgasm hit. His body was already
twitching spasmodically as his excitement mounted. My foreskin-covered
prick was squeezed between his body and my abdomen. I felt Jim tighten up
and then heard him:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the first wave of orgasm thundered
through him.  His body strained against mine as he pumped his sperm into
Bill's mouth, and I saw Bill's throat working as he swallowed hard. Jim's
body jerked again as he thrust his prick into Bill's mouth, shooting
another load. Jim's mouth was wide open as he grunted and gasped
reflexively, and Bill's hard prick had fallen out, the bell-head glossy
with Jim's saliva. I noticed that a large drop of clear fluid was seeping,
parting the lips of his long slit.

     Another spasm ripped through Jim's body, and then another. Jim cried
out one last time, and then Bill removed his lips, revealing Jim's
throbbing purple helmet still seeping cream that dropped onto the
towel. Bill had sensed the exact moment that Jim's prick had become overly
sensitive, showing his expertise in handling the normal male orgasm.

     "He really came hard," Bill remarked. "Taking my time getting him
there paid off." I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began pumping
his skin to keep him aroused while Jim recovered from his orgasm.

     "I'm not going to milk him down," I said. "That residual cream will
lubricate your prick when he docks you." I felt Bill's prick throb slightly
from the sensations I was giving him by compressing his thick flange with
his shaft-skin.

     "His dick's getting softer now," Bill observed as we watched Jim's wet
purple helmet shrink and his shaft lose its stiffness. Bill's fingers
encircled my prick and began to slide my long foreskin slowly back and
forth.

     "Man, you've got a lot of skin," he said as he lovingly worked my hood
back and forth over my swelling helmet. "I want to dock with you too."

     "We'll see how it goes. Maybe today, maybe next week," I said.

     "Well, if I don't get hard again after Jim docks me, I'll suck your
dick like I did Jim's and make you come. With all that skin you've got,
I'll have a lot to play with."

     "Better stop," I warned him. "With that talking and stroking, you
might bring me off prematurely." Bill's hand fell from my prick. "Thanks,
Bill.  You were getting me really worked up."

     "I can't help it," he said. "Your dick's so hot with all that skin,
hotter than mine." I kept stroking him slowly, not wanting to finish him
off before Jim docked him. Another clear drop parted the lips of his long
slit.  Now I leaned over, parting the lips of his slit, and blew into
it. Bill shivered at the sensation, and I licked the lubricant from his
blunt front dome.

     "Your prick's hot, even though you were cut," I assured him. "Your
shaft is straight, not too veined, and you've got a beautiful head on
it. Jim and I really love that bell shape and the way your flange goes
almost all the way around." Jim had now opened his eyes and was
scrutinizing us in fascination. His prick was totally soft, the shrunken
helmet resting in front of a ring of bunched-up foreskin.

     "I can dock you now, Bill," he said as he grasped the edges of his
foreskin and held the orifice open for Bill's glans. Bill shifted his
position to lie face to face with jim, who eased his hood over the
bell-shaped glans, engulfing it right to the flaring rim. Wrapping his
fingers around it, he began to work his hood back and forth along Bill's
big tip.

     "That feels so good," Bill said. "There's just enough lube in there to
make it feel good."

     "You're going to be lubing more," I told him. "The friction won't be
as much, but it'll make you last longer and when you come you won't know
where you are." My prick had started to soften without Bill's attention,
which was fine with me, as I wanted to sit back and enjoy the show. I
reached over to cup Bill's tight scrotum, pressing my fingers into the
flesh behind his balls.  Bill's prick had been rock-hard since he'd first
started working on Jim's, and I knew he was primed for an intense orgasm. I
wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft, squeezing
the veins, and I felt his shaft swell and harden the final increment before
climax. Bill's body began to twitch with excitement as his tension
increased.

     "My tip feels so sensitive," he exclaimed as his hips began to buck,
thrusting his prick deeper into Jim's tightly stretched foreskin.

     "Go for it, man," Jim urged him. "Come on and shoot your load into my
skin!" Bill began to moan and I felt tremors coursing through his body.
His eyes closed and he began to breathe heavily. Tension emanated from his
body as his excitement approached the breaking point. Now Jim twisted his
foreskin around Bill's swollen tip and I felt a sudden pulse behind his
balls.

     "AH!  AH! AH! AH!" I heard as Bill's body jerked hard, and I knew he
was tumbling into the free-fall of his orgasm. He cried out again as his
hips bucked and the joyful agony of orgasm coursed through his straining
body.

     "He's having a full-body orgasm, like I did, and his cream feels so
hot," Jim said to me. Bill shuddered again and I knew he'd shot another hot
stream into Jim's hood. Bill yelped again as his body jerked, and then
again. His lips drew back as the mind-numbing sensations altered his state
of consciousness. He thrust one more time and then was still.

     "You really did it to him," I remarked to Jim as I saw a gush of
Bill's cream pour from the edge of his hood, releasing its characteristic
chlorine odor as it fell onto the towel. Jim let go of his foreskin, which
drew back from Bill's engorged glans, and more sperm poured onto the
towel. The big purple bell was still seeping and coated with white fluid,
twitching slightly as the last sensations tapered off. We watched Bill's
prick slowly shrink as the tension left his body.

     Minutes later, Bill had revived from his shattering orgasm and the
dazed afterglow.  When he opened his eyes, I asked him if he'd like to tape
up again to keep his glans covered and moist.

     "Not yet, Jack. I just might get hot again while doing your dick. It's
your turn now, you know." With these words, he began pulling gently on my
long foreskin nipple, stretching it out and putting tension on its many
nerve endings. My response was quick. I'd been half-hard, but now swelled
to full erection.

     "That's beautiful, Jack," Bill said. "I love to see how your big tip
shows through the skin."

     "Yours does too," Jim interjected. "That big ridge of yours is so
sexy, covered or uncovered." Jim reached to cup Bill's balls, which were
loose once more. Bill lowered his head and blew his hot breath into my
hood, making it distend. His tongue worked inside, probing my meatus. Now
he released my foreskin and it deflated, allowing him to push it back with
his warm lips.

     "I'm going to go around the world," Bill said as he held my helmet and
blew into the pouting lips of my slit, giving me a sharp tickle that made
my prick jerk. "You've been hot longer than the rest of us," Bill said.  "I
don't think it'll take you long." Holding my foreskin stretched back
tightly along my shaft, he worked his tongue across the broad upper
surface, then across my blunt front dome, and then down to the frenular
delta and strummed my gee-string, making my prick twitch. Jim, staring at
my exposed glans, said:

     "Your tip's gotten really dark purple. I can tell you're close." He
was right.  Bill swept his tongue-tip around my groove, caressing the
back-face of my flange, and then wrapped his lips around it, stroking my
foreskin as he worked his head back and forth. This was the "killer
technique" I'd seen him use on Jim earlier, and it was having the same
effect on me. The combination of his lips caressing my helmet and my
foreskin bumping over and compressing my corona produced intense
sensations, and I felt my prick going into its final swelling. Hot sparks
of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans and a tremor shook my body. My
helmet ached for release, my breathing became ragged, and now the magic
tickle began in my rim. Now my eyes closed as I whispered:

     "My tip's tingling. This is it." A hot blast of sensation shot through
my prick as the tingle spread to its root, launching the first spasm that
blew a stream of hot lava up my urethra. I felt my hips buck as I cried out
helplessly, shuddering in a full-body orgasm as another burning gush seared
my urethra.  Bill's lips twisted over my straining corona, bringing forth
another stream of cream that slammed through the lips of my meatus and
poured into his mouth. My helmet was throbbing with each spasm as I yelped
uncontrollably, pouring out my life-fluid copiously. My entire world was
focused on my prick as the ecstatic sensations continued, numbing my mind
and dimming my consciousness.

     I felt Bill remove his mouth as my tip became super-sensitive, but he
was still holding my shaft as my helmet throbbed a couple more times and
another jet shot out. Now the throbs weakened, but I still felt the hot
fluid oozing up my tube and dribbling from my pouting slit. Bill's
fingertip ran along the underside of my shaft, milking my urethra, as I
sank into the delicious afterglow.

     I revived after a couple of minutes and we went into the shower, where
the hot water running over our exposed tips brought forth copious streams
of urine, flushing us thoroughly as we drained our bladders.

     "Next week?" Bill asked as he taped his skin in a ring in front of his
tip.  "I'd like you to dock me, Jack, with that super-long skin of yours."
I nodded, anticipating another hot Saturday morning.

Continued in Part 16