Date: Wed, 30 May 2012 08:07:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 6, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 6
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com


	Two months after our hot session with Henry, Jim and I assessed our
progress. We had not gained as much length as we'd expected.

	"I think it's because at first we were re-shaping our skin," I told
Jim. "You might say we were taking the wrinkles out of it. Now we have to
actually grow more skin cells."

	"I think you're right, Jack," he agreed. "Still, I'm really happy
with what we've been getting. Since I've been keeping the entire head
covered, it's gotten more sensitive all over, not only the rim." We were
speaking in the morning, after our showers, and we had not yet taped up for
the day. Our helmets were fully on display and I saw that Jim's was now
glossy from his flaring corona right up to the blunt front dome. I ran my
fingertip down the broad upper surface of his glans, making him draw in his
breath sharply.

	"I can see how sensitive it is, Jim. It's also glossy like mine
now." We began taping up our pricks, Jim ising the short cone and pulling
his shaft skin all the way up beyond it, as far as it would stretch, and
using a tape ring to hold it in place. I did the same but with the medium
length cone.

	"Good thing these cones have a concave surface at the back," he
observed. "That makes a good fit on the head." I nodded agreement and
added:

	"The hole down the center's really good for when we have to pee. We
don't have to take the cones off."

	"I just can't wait until you have enough length to dock me," he
said.

	"I have docked you already," I countered.

	"Yes, but that was only after I'd made you come and your cock was
soft and limp again. You could never fit both helmets in there if we were
both swollen."

	"Well, you're right, Jim," I agreed. "I'd really enjoy going head
to head with you while we're both coming. We did when we used the buddy
sleeve, but that wasn't quite the same as real foreskin." With that, we
dressed and drove off to start our workday. We made sure we were back home
by five because our friend Gary was coming over. Gary had been cut as a
baby and we'd told him what we'd been doing. He'd said he'd be very
interested to see our progress and he'd bring over a large pizza and some
beer. Gary arrived a few minutes after five and we sat down to eat.

	"I guess you're both making progress," he speculated as he chewed a
slice of mushroom pizza. Gary had had several sexual sessions with us, and
he knew that Jim was restoring and I was going for more length.

	"We are," I answered. "Jim's got most of the head covered by now,
and I've gained more length. I hope to be able to dock him one of these
days." Gary nodded. I had docked him, as Gary's circumcised prick had a
thick shaft but small head, but he knew that I'd been unable to accommodate
a glans the size of mine, as Jim's was.

	"Well, let's get into the bedroom and check each other out," Jim
suggested as we finished. Inside, we undressed and removed the tape and
cones from our pricks while Gary stripped down and we saw hs bare headed
prick. Gary was a "shower," with a five-inch limp prick that didn't grow
much but merely became stiff with erection. Gary stared avidly at Jim's
prick after he'd removed the tape and cone.

	"Wow, that's the perfect cock," he exclaimed. "The skin covers all
of the head except for a little opening at the front to show the slit."
Mine not only covered my helmet but had a long nipple dangling off the
end. "I can get my tongue right in there to tickle your slit, Jim." As he
spoke, he did just that, grasping Jim's rapidly hardening prick between two
fingers and probing his slit with his tongue. They lay on the bed and Jim
continued to probe Jim's pee-hole, which was now pouting in a teardrop
shape. I got down with them, lying so that my prick was near Jim's mouth
and my mouth near Gary's prick.

	Jim's fingers grasped my prick and I felt his warm tongue
insinuating itself into my long nipple as my prick hardened to meet it. Jim
knew what felt good to me. I felt his tongue-tip probing my pouting hole as
I grasped Gary's prick and tickled his slit. Without a foreskin, Gary's
prick lacked the aroma and taste of an intact one, and of course I was
unable to enjoy slipping my tongue inside the foreskin to probe deeply
until I reached the corona. Instead, I wrapped my lips around Gary's rim
and ran my tongue around his glans, stopping to tickle his slit, which
remained tightly closed unlike mine. Gary still had his frenulum, and I
caressed it with my tongue, feeling his prick throb as I worked on that
sensitive strip of skin.

	I felt Jim's tongue working its way back toward my flaring corona,
tickling the sensitive nerve endings along the way and S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G
my foreskin with its bulk. We were all now fully hard, aroused by having
our pricks sucked and with another's prick in our mouths. Jim, especially,
was taking rapid shallow breaths, strongly affected by Gary's enthusiastic
probing and S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G of his hood. A few more seconds, and he
removed his mouth from my prick and cried out as the first shock of orgasm
shot through his body. I felt Gary's prick throb in my mouth as he
swallowed Jim's heavy stream, and I heard Jim grunt loudly, helplessly, as
another spasm enveloped his body. Gary's scrotum was drawn up tightly, and
Jim's fingers were clamped around my shaft as his body convulsed a third
time.

	Deep inside, I felt a drop of lubricant crawling up my urethra to
emerge from my pouting slit. Jim cried out again as another ejaculation
erupted from his prick. Now he sighed deeply, and I knew he was almost
finished.

	"Stop! Stop!" Jim cried out, and I knew his prick had become
super-sensitive, as mine did after orgasm. Gary understood this from having
worked my prick up to orgasm previously, and he removed his mouth from
Jim's penis.

	"I know it's too sensitive," he reassured Jim. "Uncut dicks get
that way when they shoot." Jim rolled over on his back, his prick flopping
against his abdomen, big purple helmet still exposed and seeping.

	"Just let me rest for a minute," he whispered. His eyes were closed
and his breathing had slowed. Gary, however, was very aroused, having
swallowed all Jim's load, and now his attention turned to his own prick,
which I was still stimulating. I pumped Gary's shaft skin back and firth
while rotating my head to give his glans the hot sideways friction that I
knew was a powerful turn-on. Although his prick was less sensitive than
mine or Jim's, I knew he was close to release.

	I cupped his scrotum, kneading its contents getly, while continuing
to work on his prick. Now I tasted a salty liquid and knew he'd seeped a
drop or two of his natural lubricant, which further confirmed his state of
excitement. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and I was waiting for him
to cry out and shoot his sperm into my mouth.

	"Now, now, now," Gary murmured, and a second later he bellowed
loudly as his hot hard prick throbbed in my mouth. A torrent of sperm
poured out onto my waiting tongue, and I swallowed hard. He cried out again
as his straining body underwent another spasm, giving me a second load to
swallow. His glans was throbbing hard as he released another discharge, and
then another. The fifth one was weaker and now although his prick continued
to throb, he was only seeping from his meatus.

	Jim was stirring now, and I reached over and pulled his hood over
the limp, shrunken glans. As before, it covered him almost to the tip,
leaving his slit visible.

	The tension gradually left Gary's body and his prick softened as
Jim was reviving from the daze that follows orgasm. Gary rolled over onto
his back as Jim once more inserted his tongue into my long hood. I felt him
again probing my wide-open meatus, which was exactly like his. He knew what
turned me on because he ws turned on by the same things. He slowly skinned
back my hood, lapping his tongue across my pouting slit and then the broad
upper surface of my helmet, working back to the flaring rim. Now he brought
my long foreskin forward, docking his tongue and S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the
nerve endings over his tongue.

	His other hand cupped my tight scrotum, the warmth of his fingers
creeping into me, as his tongue continued to swirl around my glans. He
worked it all the way down one side, caressing my corona and then stabbing
it into my frenulum underneath, sending hot sparks of sensation into my
prick. I felt his fingertips probing my urethra behind my balls, waiting to
feel the first hot throb of my orgasm. Now he skinned me back all the way
and wrapped his lips around my flaring rim, twisting his head to increase
me sensations.

	"You're making my rim tickle, Jim," I murmured as he continued. Now
he pulled back and began pumping my foreskin, bumping and compressing my
corona as his hot tongue probed into my pouting hole. The tickle in my rim
increased and I felt my glans engorge to its final swelling, bringing me
closer to the edge. Tension built inside me, and I knew I was within
seconds of release.

	"My rim's tingling," I whispered as my breathing grew shallow and
rapid. The tingle spread all over my glans stimulated by his tongue at the
end and my fleshy collar stroking my rim at the back. I felt the muscles
deep inside me tighten as the crest approached.

	HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as I felt the spasms begin deep
in the root of my prick. The first hot jet poured into my urethra, searing
its way up my tube and erupting into his waiting mouth. I cried out in
joyful agony as another spasms ripped through me, sending another hot
torrent hurtling up my prick. My hips bucked, thrusting my throbbing glans
deeper into his mouth as I came again. I was totally immersed in the
ecstasy of my orgasm as I yelped again, and my prick throbbed with the
fourth discharge.

	My fifth was weaker but just as pleasurable, sending the last hot
jet toward the back of Jim's throat. My straining body was still quivering
as my helmet became super-sensitive, and I knew Jim sensed this, because he
pulled back and stopped stroking my foreskin. Now I felt the final spasms
as my prick seeped thin fluid onto the sheet. The tension began to leave my
body as I dropped into the afterglow.

	"You really shot a load, Bro," I heard Jim say in the
distance. "Your big helmet was really throbbing against my tongue." In my
daze, I could not reply. I was aware that my prick was softening, and I
felt Jim's gentle fingers pulling my hood forward to cover the shrinking
glans. The excessive sensitivity had subsided, and I didn't flinch as he
pulled it out beyond my glans to form a long nipple.

	"You both look like you gained more length," Gary observed. He
reached for Jim's penis and added: "I remember when all you had was skin
bunched up behind your rim, although I could pull it forward to cover half
the head."

	"You always had a long skin, Jack," he said as he fingered my
foreskin nipple, stretching it out slightly. "Now your nipple's longer, and
you're about halfway to being able to dock Jim's big tip."

	"Well, now that you see that it works, think you want to try
stretching your skin?" I asked him.

	"You won't have to stretch all that much, since your head's smaller
than ours," Jim added. "You don't seem to have been cut very tight,
either. How far can you pull your skin over the head?" Gary wrapped his
fingers around the middle of his shaft and tugged away from his body. We
watched the skin roll over his corona and down his glans almost to the end.

	"Trouble is, I'm getting hard thinking about it," Gary said. His
prick swelled and although he tried to keep the sleeve of skin over his
glans, his prick forced its way through. Dismayed, he let go.

	"That often happens when you start out, Gary," I reassured
him. What you need is another orgasm, to make you're your prick stays limp
when you're handling it. Have you used a vibrator before?"

	"Sure, I've got one at home," he answered. I reached into the
bedside table and withdrew a 110-volt vibrator and Jim plugged the cord in
for me. The attached cup was one of those one-size-fits-all, much too small
for my big helmet, but it seemed just right for Gary's small tip.

	"This is a powerful one, and the vibrator cup will be a perfect fit
over your glans," I said as I grasped his stiffening erection. Jim squirted
a couple of drops of Astroglide into the cup, essential lubrication to
prevent chafing, and I placed it over Gary's now fully swollen glans. I
slid the control to LOW and Gary gasped at the rush of sensations flooding
his glans. Jim knelt next to Gary and spread a couple of paper towels over
his abdomen. The low buzz of the vibrator was evidence that it was filling
Gary's tip with hot sensations.

	"We'll make sure to drain your tanks this time," Jim reassured him
as he began to tweak Gary's nipples. Gary turned his head and his hand
wrapped around Jim's limp prick, kneading it and sliding the foreskin in
small jiggles. "Go ahead, hold my cock," Jim told him. "I know playing with
it gets you hot, and that's what we want." Jim's prick was swelling in
response to the stimulation, and Gary's scrotum tightened against his body.

	Gary was moaning now, the multiple stimuli heightening his arousal,
and I knew he'd be releasing his load within a minute. I kept the vibrator
pressed against his glans, almost fully encasing it, for full contact.

	"This is really doing it for me," Gary murmured. "I'm going to come
soon." I felt the tension building in his body, and I was becoming aroused
as well.

	"I'm going to switch to HIGH," I told him. "Hold on, this is going
to be quite a jolt of sensation for you." I pushed the sliding switch
forward, and the vibrator jerked in my hand as it began a powerful
buzzing. Gary's hips bucked and he cried out at the blast of sensation
rushing through his hot hard prick. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out,
and that within seconds we'd have his load. Jim's prick was now fully
erect, and Gary stared avidly at it as he stroked Jim's hood up and down
frantically.

	Gary' eyes closed, and a couple of seconds later I felt his shaft
jerk in my hand as he cried out in sweet agony. White cream poured out from
under the edge of the glans cup, falling onto the paper towels. His hips
bucked again and more cream poured from his straining prick as he moaned
helplessly. Both Jim and I were now aroused by the scene and our eyes met
in unspoken understanding. Gary's prick pulsed again, and I know that if
he'd been standing, his knees would have buckled with the intensity of the
orgasm.

	I felt another powerful pulse grip his shaft, and another as he
finished draining himself. Releasing his prick, I let it flop down onto the
paper towels. Now I placed the cup against the front dome of my brother's
prick and pressed hard, sending lightning bolts of sensation into his
helmet. Jim yelped and his scrotum tightened as his excitement
heightened. Jim gasped, then grunted, as the hot buzzing flooded his large
purple helmet. He pulled a couple of paper towels from the roll and held
them under his prick.

	I saw Jim's eyes close as the race to orgasm began to grip him. His
mouth opened and he let out a cry and his hot hard shaft pulsed between my
encircling fingers. A flood of hot sperm poured from under the cup and
landed on the paper towels. Jim cried out again as another spasm made his
prick jerk. He arched his back as his straining body responded to the
intense stimulation by discharging another load. Gary lay in front of him,
dazed by the after-shock.

	Jim's prick throbbed again and more of his seed erupted from the
edges of the cup. He was moaning loudly, and now I sensed that his helmet
was becoming too sensitive, and removed the cup from his glans. Gary had
opened his eyes, and now rolled toward me, snatching the vibrator from my
hand. His other hand grasped my prick, yanking the long foreskin down hard
as he pressed the vibrator's cup against my swollen tip.

	Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans and traveled
down my shaft to the root. I was already primed, having watched both Gary
and Jim erupt, and I knew the vibrator would draw my sperm from me within a
couple of seconds. My helmet was already tingling from the insistent hot
bussing flooding it, and now I felt a hard contraction in the root of my
prick. Hot lava poured into my tube and shot up my prick to erupt into the
vibrator's cup, flooding the front of my helmet and bringing on another
spasm. I fell back on the bed and Gary followed me, keeping the vibrator
tight against my throbbing helmet. Several more sharp spasms followed,
until I pulled away because it was too intense for my super-sensitive
glans. I sank into a daze as the tension left my body.

	When I opened my eyes, I saw that Gary had pulled his shaft skin up
to cover his glans and had wrapped a ring of tape around the end, forming a
pucker. Jim was watching him, coaching him:

	"That's it, don't make it too tight because you'll have to pee
through that skin." Gary had done it right, and the shaft skin was tightly
stretched over his small glans.

	"If you start getting hard, don't worry," I added. "The extra bulk
of your erection will just stretch the skin more. Don't take the tape off
unless it actually hurts, then remove it to avoid the small tears that
would turn into scar tissue."

	"That was how I started," Jim told him. "You'll make more progress
because your tip's smaller." Jim and I wiped our pricks, and inserted the
cones while Gary watched, and then we got dressed.

Continued in Part 7