Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 08:53:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 5, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 5
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com


	That week it was hard to restrain ourselves from ejaculating, as
Jim and I at age 23 were horny every day. We did, however, abide by our
decision to build up a week's sperm so that we'd have more intense and
prolonged orgasms. It helped that we kept our pricks taped up, trying to
gain as much length in the interval. Truthfully, we might have gained at
most half a millimeter in that week.

	Saturday came and in the middle of the afternoon Henry turned
up. We went out to dinner and a movie and went to bed, intent on getting a
good night's sleep so as to be fresh for the morning. Jim and I did not
tape that evening, and woke up around seven, hard from our full bladders,
as usual. We went into Henry's room and found him awake and erect as well,
the smooth flesh of his foreskin covering the bulging helmet and forming a
nipple in front, just like mine.

	"Looks like we're all ready," Jim remarked. "I'll get the stuff."
He went back into our bedroom and returned with a bottle of Astroglide and
two buddy sleeves. Replying to Henry's inquiring look, he said: "One sleeve
is for you two. The other is for me. I'm going to slip it between Jack's
legs while you're in the first sleeve. Maybe we'll all come at the same
time." I lay down on my left side facing Henry, our pricks pointing toward
each other, and Jim knelt between us. He spread a towel between us to catch
any drips. He squirted a few drops of Astroglide into each end of one
sleeve and held it between us.

	"Now ease yourselves into this," he said. "The sleeve's tight
enough to push your skins back." Henry and I thrust forward gently, and I
felt the sleeve grip my foreskin, pushing it back slightly,
S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the nerve endings. Jim was holding the sleeve in
position between us. We pulled back just enough to let our long hoods drape
fully over the glans again, and then pushed forward. I could see our
foreskins S-T-R-E-T-C-H to a dime sized opening through the transparent
sleeve, and noted the sigh of delight from Henry. Jim, who was avidly
watching us, commented:

	"That must feel really hot for you guys, feeling your skins
stretching." He was right. Between the tension of our full bladders and the
fullness of our sperm tanks, the sensations inside the sleeve were very
arousing. We pulled back slightly and then pushed forward again,
S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G our foreskin orifices to the diameter of a nickel. I
felt a slight tingle in the root of my prick and a drop of lubricant began
crawling up my urethra towards the tip. During this time I wasn't
neglecting Jim. I was stroking his loose shaft skin up over his bulging
helmet, caressing the sensitive rim, to fuel his excitement.

	Henry and I pulled back again and thrust forward, this time
expanding our openings to reveal most of our helmets. Between the friction
over the glans and the S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G of the foreskin's nerve endings,
the effect on me was tremendous. I knew Henry was feeling the same, for Jim
observed:

	"You're really hot now. Your balls are pulled up tight." He slipped
around behind me. "Can you lift your leg, Jack, so that I can get the
sleeve in?" I did and felt him slip his buddy sleeve between my thighs, the
classic "Princeton" intracrural sex maneuver. I guessed that his prick was
already inside it, because he began thrusting gently the moment I lowered
my thigh.

	"Let's go for it," Henry said. He pushed forward and through the
sleeve I saw that his foreskin rode over his rim and dropped into the
groove behind it. I matched his thrust and felt my hood sliding up over my
flaring corona, and then dropping into my groove to form a thick fleshy
collar. The front dome of my helmet touched his, and the pressure
compressed the nerve endings, giving me a new thrill. Jim had propped his
body up on a couple of pillows, letting him observe over my shoulder and to
reach down to hold the sleeve.

	"Now that you're both head to head, lie still and I'll pump the
sleeve over your cocks." He began the reciprocating motion, and I felt the
sleeve's inner ribs riding over my swollen corona, bumping, compressing,
and rubbing the nerve endings there and those in the twin lobes under my
helmet. I saw Henry's eyes boring into mine, and knew it ws having the same
effect on him.

	Jim kept up the slow stroking, keeping a steady pace because he
knew that prolonging the build-up would result in more intense orgasms. I
felt him pumping his prick rhythmically into the buddy sleeve between my
thighs, and knew that his excitement was building along with ours. I was
trying to remain relaxed to enjoy the beautiful sensations of Henry's hot
helmet pressed against mine and the friction of the sleeve's ribs riding
over my helmet and bunched up foreskin.

	"Your tips are darker now," Jim announced. "You're getting closer."
I reached behind me to cup Jim's balls, and felt his sac drawn up tight
against his body. It was just possible that the three of us might enjoy the
sweet agony of orgasm simultaneously. My helmet was fully engorged, with
the flaring rim standing out proudly against the friction of the sleeve's
ribs, absorbing the delicious sensations that would bring me to the
peak. The underside of my helmet, with its prominent twin lobes of my
corona and thick frenulum between them, was also responding to the
stimulation.

	Inside the sleeve, our helmets were pressed against each other,
compressing the front domes, the orifices kissing each other, and I
wondered if we'd shoot into each other's holes when we ejaculated. I felt
Jim kissing the back of my neck, and knew he was just as hot as I was. My
right hand ws clasping Henry's, and I felt him squeeze my hand with each of
Jim's strokes on the sleeve. We were all caught up in the moment, conscious
mainly of our pricks twitching with sensation, anticipating the onset of
glorious release.

	My perception of the world shrank, as my attention focused mainly
on our pricks and our straining bodies. Although I was trying to stay
relaxed to prolong the build-up, I felt the tension mounting inexorably in
my body. Both henry and I lay very still, luxuriating in the feeling of the
sleeve that Jim was stroking over our rigid members, although I felt my
body being jarred each time Jim thrust forward and his abdomen slammed
against my butt.

	"I'm getting a tickle in my rim," Henry whispered. I knew this was
the precursor of the massive tingle that would launch his orgasm, and knew
that he'd reach the point of no return and the moment of release before I
did. Now his body was responding automatically to the stimulation, and I
felt his helmet pressing in rhythmic thrusts against my front dome.

	"I hope you're both close, because I know I am," I heard Jim say
behind me. Although Jim's penis had not yet attained the level of
sensitivity that it would later in his restoration, the psychic stimulation
of handling our pricks and stroking the sleeve over their hardness was
helping to build his excitement. I knew I'd feel it when he started coming,
because he'd be frantically thrusting between my thighs, the inevitable
result of "Princeton." I slipped my other hand between my thighs so that
I'd be able to press my fingertips into the underside of Jim's buddy sleeve
when I started coming, as I wanted him to enjoy that magic moment with us.

	We were all hot in more than one sense. The room felt warm, and I
knew I was generating a lot of heat. I saw perspiration on Henry's
forehead, and I felt Jim's body was wet and slippery as he thrust against
me. The friction of the buddy sleeve was also producing heat, and I felt
pleasant and intense warmth pervading my glans and shaft. We were all
breathing rapidly in shallow breaths as our excitement neared the peak, and
I knew it was only a matter of seconds until the flood would burst upon
us. Now I felt a tickle in my engorged corona, and knew that I was almost
poised on the brink, as I knew Henry was. His eyes closed and he murmured:

	"My tip's tingling," as a similar sensation filled my straining
helmet. My eyes closed. Jim's stroking was faster, keeping time with his
thrusts, and suddenly I felt Henry's helmet throb hard against mine. I
heard him cry out helplessly at the same moment I felt a hot torrent of
liquid fire enter my pouting orifice and shoot down my urethra, triggering
my release. A hard spasm gripped the root of my prick and my own burning
gush poured out into my urethra, shooting up my tube and pushing Henry's
sperm ahead of it. I grunted loudly as I felt the hot liquid envelop my
straining helmet, and I pressed my fingertips hard into the underside of
Jim's buddy sleeve to trigger his storm.

	"HAH-HAH-HAH!" Jim cried out as the orgasm began deep inside
him. He was still stroking us, and I felt the hot sparks of sensation
stabbing deeply into my glans and shaft from the friction and the pressure
of Henry's thrusting helmet. He and I cried out again as our second
discharges rushed up our tubes to pour into the buddy sleeve, swirling
around our helmets and behind them into the grooves.

	Jim's hot straining body slammed into mine again and again as the
joyful agony of orgasm held him in its throes, and I knew he was
experiencing the same mind-numbing sensations we were. Both Henry and I
were crying out and thrusting our pricks in the hot frenzy of our orgasms,
following irresistible impulses. We had a week's pent-up sperm to release
in a hot fury, and we were totally caught up in it.

	Henry's tip throbbed hard as he shot another gush that stabbed
deeply into my urethra, and I released another blast as I grunted
heavily. Our discharges mixed inside the sleeve, enveloping our straining
helmets and shafts and adding to the hot sensations. Jim was pounding into
me as his prick throbbed between my thighs and I felt each pulse in my
fingertips as he continued to shoot. We filled the air with our agonized
cries of pure joy as the sensations surged through our bodies.

	I felt two more gushes shooting up my prick and then they
stopped. There were still pleasant spasms in the root of my prick, but
there wasn't the feeling of urgency as before. I knew I was still seeping
hot sperm that continued to dribble from my pouting orifice, but the
tension started to leave my body. I opened my eyes and found my vision
blurry because of a flow of tears. I saw Henry's eyes were also filled with
tears because his orgasm had made him cry as it had me. Jim had stopped
thrusting and was hugging me tightly, his hand having released the buddy
sleeve. Our helmets were super-sensitive and would remain so for a minute
or two, so none of us moved as we sank into the daze that followed our
thunderous orgasms.

	"That was so hot," I heard Henry say. "I think I started coming a
second before you did, Jack."

	"Your first jet shot right down my prick," I informed him. "So did
another."

	"That's because your hole was pouting, wide open to receive it,"
Henry replied. "Both you and Jim are that way."

	"Did any of mine go into your hole?" I asked.

	"No, because my slit stays closed except when I'm shooting," He
answered. "Anyway, I hope that felt good for you."

	"It did. When that hot jet shot down my tube it started my orgasm
going. Mine was more intense than usual because of that."

	"Also, we saved up our cream for a week," Jim added. "Even though
nobody shot his load down my cock tube, it was hotter for me too." I felt
some of Jim's discharge seeping from the end of his sleeve onto my
thigh. The chlorine odor of our fresh cream filled the air.

	"I know you shot a lot, Jim," I told him. "I could feel you
pounding away between my thighs."

	"I was almost there when you two started coming," he said. "Then
when you pressed your fingers into the underside of my cock that set me off
and I was flying." By now, not only were our bodies totally relaxed, but
our pricks were rapidly softening, the heightened sensitivity fading as we
came back to normal. I pulled back, sliding my prick out of the buddy
sleeve, dripping cream onto the towel as I withdrew. Jim quickly pushed my
foreskin forward over my now shrunken glans, aware of the importance of
keeping it covered and moist from his own restoration. I lifted my thigh to
let him pull out. The sleeve was still fully on Henry's prick, and he held
the end up to retain the cream inside it.

	"I'd better head for the bathroom to drain this in the sink," he
said as he rose from the bed. I followed as Jim wrapped the towel around
his sleeve to prevent his cream from wetting the sheet. Henry rinsed out
the sleeve in the sink, as did Jim, and then Jim put the towel in the
hamper. We got into the shower and enjoyed the hot water running over our
sweaty bodies.

	Henry and I skinned back, as we knew that the hot water sluicing
over our helmets would help relax our sphincters to allow the flow of urine
to start. We had to empty our bladders urgently and the flow would flush
the residue from our urethras. I felt my flow start and a second later
Henry's joined mine. Jim skinned back the little covering he had and thrust
his hips into the water flow to stimulate his bladder. It seemed to take
many minutes as we drained ourselves, but finally we milked out the last
drops.

	I turned off the water and leaned out of the shower enclosure to
get some towels from the towel bar. We dried ourselves in the shower and
then stepped out. Back in the bedroom, I put a drop of Astroglide on my
glans to help ease my foreskin forward, but Henry didn't seem to need it,
snapping his hood over the shrunken head so that it formed the usual nipple
in front. Jim spread some lubricant on his corona and pulled his loose
shaft skin to cover half his helmet, all he could manage at this stage.

	"You're making progress, Jim," Henry advised him. "Does it feel any
better now that you can keep your rim covered all the time?"

	"It really does feel better," Jim answered. "My rim's a lot more
sensitive now. When I jack off I come a lot faster than I used to, and I
don't have to tighten up to get there." Jim used to have to tighten his
crotch muscles as he stroked to bring on orgasm but now his corona was
glossy and sensitive, making this unnecessary.

	"Well, it'll feel even better when you get the whole head covered,"
Henry told him. "Right now only the rim and about half the head is shiny,
but when you get to be like Jack and me, the whole head will be more
sensitive. You'll get the full range of feelings in your dick."

	"I want to get to the point where skinning back feels as good to me
as it does to you guys," Jim told him. "I felt your cock throb each time I
pulled back a little on your skin."

	"You don't hear about it much," Henry said, "but I think one of the
best moments in a boy's life is when he first retracts his foreskin. It's
not just the feeling of the tight skin sliding back, but the first time he
sees his tip. I remember my skin was long and tight when I was a kid. I
knew what was underneath because I'd seen cut boys, and I saw the bulge of
my big tip inside the skin, but I didn't get to skin back all the way until
I was ten. Before that, I was able to see only the front of my helmet and
the slit."

	"Same here," I added. "I knew what I had inside my foreskin because
I'd seen Jim's glans for as long as I remembered, and knew his foreskin had
been removed, while I still had mine. I also knew what the big bulge at the
end was, but I wasn't able to stretch my nipple wide enough until I was
about six. I was really happy when I was able to pull it back and see I had
a glans exactly like Jim's."

	"I remember that," Jim said. "You did it right in front of me,
before we got into the shower. You were slowly pulling that skin back and
my eyes were glued to your cock while you did it. You had a look of ecstasy
on your face when the skin peeled back and you saw your tip for the first
time. I saw it was shaped exactly like mine, but purple and wet looking
instead of dry and leathery."

	"Well, Jim," I reassured him, "Your helmet will be smooth and
glossy like mine one of these days."

	"Hey, your rim already is," Henry chimed in. "That tells you
something."

	"Oh, yeah," Jim replied. "My rim felt so sensitive inside that
sleeve, and when I came it was filled with a hot tingle. You guys didn't
see it, but my eyes were filled with tears just like yours, it was that
intense for me."

Continued in Part 6