Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 08:50:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 9, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 9
Bt Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com


	Saturday came and Steve showed up at three o'clock. After a round
of greetings and hand shaking, we went into the main bedroom and stripped
down. I was slightly surprised to see that all three of us had tape rings
around the end of our foreskins, and tell-tale elongated bulges in our
hoods. I'd thought that Steve was finished with his restoration.

	"You still stretching, Steve?" Jim asked, as he'd noticed the same
thing.

	"Yep," Steve replied. "I figured I could always use a little more
length, after seeing Jack's skin. I like the way his dick looks, and I know
I'd like a longer nipple too." Steve's prick, a "shower" compared to our
"growers," was about five inches limp normally, but now with the cone taped
inside it, exceeded seven inches limp. I knew that, with erections, our
pricks were about the same length, six inches, measured from base to the
end of the glans. Steve's was mostly shaft length, as his glans was a
medium sized mushroom type, without the flaring rim Jim and I had on our
big helmet-shaped tips.

	"We've had the tape on since yesterday morning," I said to
Steve. "We ought to be able to peel the tape off without having to soak
it. How about you? You want to sit in the bathtub for a few minutes first?"

	"No, thanks, Jack. I've had my tape ring on since yesterday too. I
use the same paper tape you guys do. Watch how easily it peels off now." He
grasped the free end of the tape ring and unwound it from his foreskin,
which pulled back as the cone dropped into his waiting hand. Jim gave a
slight tug, and his foreskin now extended well beyond his glans.

	"I see you've gotten some extra length on that nipple," I
observed. Steve's prick was smooth and tapered, with the nipple dangling
off the end. Now Jim and I un-taped as well, and set our cones on the
bedside table, next to Steve's. His was made of soft plastic, like ours,
but instead of being yellow, it was black. Now our pricks were hanging
freely, Steve's significantly larger than Jim's or mine. Jim's hood was
locked back behind his flaring corona, as was mine, but now Steve had had
to tuck the forward edge of his under to keep his glans bared.

	"Well, Jim," Steve said, "I see that you've made some real
progress. The entire head's wet and shiny, not just your rim. I guess it's
more sensitive now than last time I saw you."

	"Oh yes it is," Jim answered. "That's made a difference for me when
I come. It's more intense, and I come faster too."

	"Yours is as glossy as mine, Steve." I observed. "I know it's
pretty sensitive, from the last time."

	"You two have such beautiful big helmet heads," Steve said. "I
almost wish mine was like that, but if it was, I wouldn't be able to dock
guys as easily as I do now. Still, I wish my slit would pout like yours
when I get hard." The discussion was stimulating us, because I noticed that
all our pricks had begun to expand.

	"Let's pull our skins forward," Jim suggested. "That way we'll see
how much we have hard." He tugged his foreskin over his ridge and it slid
down the taper of his glans to cover the blunt front dome and form a
pucker. I pulled mine forward too and it formed the usual nipple in front
of my glans. Steve pushed his forward and I saw that his nipple was
impressive.

	"I think you can dock a bigger tip than before," I said.

	"Hey, I just remembered," Steve said. "You said you had a tape of
you jacking, and that it showed how long your orgasms lasted. Could we
watch it now?" I jumped up and went into the living room, where I turned on
the TV and extracted a tape cassette from a drawer. Popping the tape into
its slot, I sat on the couch facing the TV, and Jim and Steve sat on either
side. The first scene was of me stroking my prick.

	"We didn't record the entire session," I explained to Steve. These
scenes just show us coming, with a few seconds before and after. We shot
this three years ago, before we'd started stretching." A close-up of my
erection appeared on the screen, with my hand stroking my foreskin in long
strokes over the helmet. The time stamp was in the lower right corner,
advancing second by second. I pulled down hard on my foreskin, exposing the
glossy helmet, and a long white jet leaped from my pouting meatus onto the
towel underneath.

	"He's started," exclaimed Jim. "Now just watch the time." More jets
spurted and then there was just seeping from the orifice as I milked my
prick to expel the last drops.

	"I make it at 41 seconds," said Jim.

	"I thought it was 40," Steve countered.

	"Well, close anyway. Now here I come." Jim's prick appeared,
showing him pulling his loose shaft skin over his purple rim. After several
quick strokes, the first gush poured from his distended meatus, followed by
several more, before slowing to a slight flow.

	"That looked like 45 seconds to me," Steve told us.

	"I think so too," I agreed.

	"You measured from first shot to last drop," Steve commented. "Do
those last drops really count?"

	"Well, I was still getting contractions deep inside," I said. "I
was still getting the good feeling, so I guess that was part of the
orgasm."

	"Same here," Jim added.

	"Good enough for me," Steve concluded. He had been slowly stroking
his prick during the show, and now his scrotum was tight. "After seeing
that, I'd like to feel those big tips in my mouth." I turned off the
equipment and we returned to the bedroom. "I'd like to do you first, Jack,
since you've got so much skin to play with." We got into a "69" position
and I felt his fingers delicately grasping my long foreskin. His tongue
worked into my pucker, probing for my orifice. Jim sat next to my head and
I reached over to squeeze his helmet gently through the hood.

	"You know how to handle the skin, Steve," Jim commented. "The other
day, Charley just pushed it back to get it out of the way." I felt Steve's
tongue-tip flicking across my orifice several times, and then pushing into
it. After a week without an orgasm, this felt delightful. Steve's other
hand cupped my scrotum, which was rapidly tightening against my body. His
prick was in front of my face, and I insinuated my tongue into the nipple,
making him gasp with delight.

	"Don't worry, I won't make you come too soon," I assured him. "I
know how to handle your prick so that you stay hard, but not too close to
the edge." Now I tasted a drop of his salty lubricant, and spread it around
the front of his glans. His tongue pushed farther inside my hood, searching
for my rim. He worked his tongue up and over it, caressing the back face
and the groove, then working down one side down to my gee-string, which he
strummed. This sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my prick,
and I felt the final hardness coming on. Steve noticed it, for he paused:

	"Wow, Jack, your tip's really large now, so hard, and the rim's
really flaring out." He returned to my prick, now pushing the foreskin back
with his lips as they enveloped my corona. He began the powerful double
stroke, pumping my helmet with both lips and foreskin. As he pulled his
mouth back, his fist pushed my foreskin up and over the ridge and all the
way to the blunt end of my helmet. Then he pushed his mouth down on my
glans, pulling my hood back until it snapped down into the groove behind my
rim. Next he reversed, stroking my glans with his lips as he pulled back,
pushing my foreskin right behind them until it enveloped my helmet again.

	I was still delicately lapping his foreskin with my tongue, while
squeezing Jim's glans, applying minimal stimulation to them as Steve was
pushing me hard towards the brink. Now Steve twisted his head on the
down-stroke, applying delicious sideways friction to my hard flaring
corona, and then twisting my foreskin as he stroked it up over my ridge. My
eyes closed as I cried out in pure joy.

	"I'm getting that tickle in my rim," I muttered. Steve picked up
his pace and I knew that I'd blow within a couple of seconds.

	"Go for it, Jack," Jim murmured. "I'm right here, front row seat."
The tickle turned into a hot tingle and then it shot down my shaft to the
root, triggering the first spasm that sent a gush of cream up my urethra,
where it shot into Steve's mouth. Now Steve yanked my foreskin tightly back
and scraped his teeth lightly down my glans as he put tension on my
gee-string, bringing on the sweet agony of another powerful spasm. All the
nerve endings in my prick were tingling as another powerful jet shot from
my prick into Steve's mouth.

	"HAH-HAH-HAH!" I cried out as my hips thrust my prick deeper into
Steve's mouth. Another heavy stream of sperm shot from the blunt end of my
glans and then my hemet became too sensitive. Steve sensed this, for he
stopped stroking and just held my throbbing glans in his mouth, where the
final seepage took place. I felt his fingertip running along my urethra,
pushing out the last drops.

	"Man, I just loved feeling that big helmet throbbing in my mouth,"
Steve said. I sighed and rolled onto my back, dazed. Steve pulled back
enough to let Jim slip between us.

	"Your brother just had a terrific blast-off, and now it's your
turn," he told Jim. As I got up to go to the bathroom I saw Steve grasping
Jim's prick and slipping his tongue into his restored foreskin. I knew he'd
be tickling and probing Jim's meatus first. In the bathroom, I emptied my
bladder, flushing out any remaining sperm, and then returned to watch Steve
pleasuring my brother's prick and cupping his tight balls with his other
hand..

	Steve's tongue was now pushing farther in, probing for Jim's
flaring corona, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the many nerve endings in Jim's
foreskin. I sat next to Steve's groin and lightly traced the orifice of his
foreskin with my fingertip. Jim was already moaning softly, as he'd been
waiting longer than I had for the final round of stimulation, and I
wondered how long he'd last when Steve began pumping his prick
seriously. Now I leaned down and slipped my tongue into Steve's long hood,
tickling and then probing his slit. Steve's prick throbbed against my
tongue, and I eased off, not wanting to send him into orgasm before he'd
finished with Jim. He removed his mouth from Jim's prick and said:

	"You're really hot, Jim. Your tip's not spongy any more. It's
rock-hard now." He pushed back Jim's foreskin to reveal the helmet and I
saw it was dark purple, with the corona flaring out proudly. Now he put his
lips around Jim's rim and began drawing back, pulling the foreskin along,
the powerful double stroke that had brought me to the brink. Jim's glans
was completely covered now, and Steve began pushing the foreskin back, with
his lips following closely. Jim's moaning was louder now, and I was
enjoying his sensations vicariously, having experienced them minutes
before.

	I gave Steve's foreskin a couple of jiggles, just to maintain his
hardness. The veins on top of his shaft stood out prominently, and his
scrotum had been tight since before he'd started on me. A couple of drops
of natural lubricant fell from the nipple of his foreskin, and I picked one
up on my finger, running its salty viscosity over my tongue.

	Steve kept pumping Jim's prick with his lips and fingers, stroking
the foreskin up as his lips retreated, and pushing it down as his lips
enveloped the glossy purple glans. I saw Jim's eyes close slowly, and knew
that he was withdrawing into himself, focusing his attention increasingly
on the delicious sensations Steve was pouring into his hot hard prick. His
body shuddered slightly, and I knew that once Steve triggered him, he'd
have a full-body orgasm. I eased in behind him, as I wanted to feel his
spasms once they started. I was still keeping a couple of fingers on
Steve's foreskin, gently tugging it to S-T-R-E-T-C-H its nerve endings.

	Now Steve began rotating his head on Jim's helmet, and twisting his
foreskin on each stroke, applying the delicious sideways friction that had
been so effective in triggering my orgasm. Jim was now crying out:

	"HAH-HAH-HAH!" as I had, and I knew he was poised on the brink, hot
sensations flooding his glans and shaft, as he started tumbling into the
free-fall of orgasm. I felt his beautiful body shudder as he cried out
helplessly, and knew that he was unloading a hot jet of pent-up
sperm. Another convulsion, and Jim was yelping mindlessly as Steve sucked
another torrent of juice from his straining prick. I saw his throat working
frantically to swallow Jim's streams. Jim howled loudly as his straining
prick released another jet. His hips thrust forward and I knew his fifth
discharge was pouring from his pounding glans.

	Jim stopped convulsing, and I knew this was the moment when his tip
was becoming too sensitive. Steve sensed it too, for he released Jim's
foreskin and just held his glans in his mouth to catch the seeping
residue. I felt Jim relax as the tension left his body. Now Steve ran his
fingertip up Jim's shaft, licking away the few white drops that emerged
from his pouting slit, and then pulled Jim's foreskin forward to protect
the precious head.

	"You two guys almost drowned me, you shot so much," Steve told us.

	"That's because we've been saving it up for a week," I
replied. "How about you? When was the last time you came?"

	"A week for me too," he answered. "With that much saved up, I'll
really shoot a load, and I found my tip's more sensitive too."

	"Mine seemed more sensitive too," I added. "I think Jim came faster
than usual as well." Now I took Steve's prick between my lips, inserting my
tongue to tickle his slit, flicking it from side to side and then licking
up and down along its length. I heard Steve sigh loudly as the sensations
pierced his glans. Now we were alone on the bed, as Jim had gone into the
bathroom to pee.

	I pushed my tongue deeper into Steve's hood, reaching for his
corona, and then worked my tongue-tip around it, down one side, swiping the
frenulum, and up the other side to the top. Steve's glans had lost its
sponginess and was now rock-hard, a sure sign of the advanced state of his
arousal. Now Jim returned and sat next to us, cupping Steve's tight scrotum
with one hand and tweaking his nipples with the other.

	"I think he likes his nipples pinched," Jim said. Steve didn't say
anything, but was moaning loudly as his sensations mounted. Viscous, salty
fluid poured from his slit onto my tongue, another indication of his state
of excitement.

	Now my lips pushed Steve's long foreskin back behind his corona,
and I held it there with my fingers. I pulled back, letting my lips glide
down the taper of Steve's glans, pushing his hood to follow them, starting
the double stroke that he'd used on Jim and me. I pushed my lips forward
again, tugging on Steve's foreskin to peel it back, until my lips reached
his corona. Now I pulled back farther on his foreskin, and my lips dropped
into the groove behind his ridge. I twisted my head, giving Steve a slow
sideways stroke around his rim and groove, provoking a loud sigh of
delight.

	"Steve just closed his eyes," Jim observed as I pulled my lips back
and pushed Steve's foreskin up over his ridge, letting it flow down the
taper of his glans, following my lips. Now I pushed forward again, twisting
his foreskin over the glans and corona, and twisting my head as well,
giving him the sharp sideways stroking that we all enjoyed. I pulled back,
and then pushed forward again, listening to Steve's rapid and shallow
breathing. At this point, I twisted my head again, and twisted his foreskin
in the opposite direction.

	"HAH-OH-OH-Hunh!" I heard him shout as I felt his glans throb hard
against my tongue, followed by a flood of hot, salty sperm. I swallowed
hard and began pulling back when his tip throbbed again, shooting another
copious jet into my mouth. I felt him thrust his straining prick deeper as
he shot again, crying out helplessly as the orgasm overwhelmed him.

	His tip hammered against my tongue again, releasing another gush of
cream, and then I felt a few more throbs, but no more powerful jets, as he
was now dribbling. I stopped working my lips on his tip, which I knew must
be super-sensitive now, and just let him seep into my mouth. I saw Jim
running his finger up Steve's shaft, pushing out the last drops as Steve's
body lost its tension. Now Steve rolled onto his back and I delicately
eased his foreskin forward over his shrinking glans.

	"Well, he really unloaded a lot," I commented to Jim.

	"He came pretty fast, too," Jim observed. "We all did."

	"One of these days I'll be able to dock you," I said.

	"I'd like that," he replied.

Continued in Part 10