Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 10:35:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 13 Growing Up Intact, Part 13 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. Nifty needs our support to keep its quality stories coming. The week passed and Friday after school we arrived at Billy's. He was already undressed and we quickly stripped down. Greg arrived a minute later. stripped, and we went into Billy's bedroom, where the buddy sleeve and lubricant were already laid out. Greg and I sat on opposite sides of the bed while Dan and Billy lay between us facing each other. They quickly slipped their already hard pricks into the sleeve and Billy stroked it slowly. I reached down to cup Dan's scrotum, which was already tightening, and saw Greg doing the same for Billy. It didn't take long for them to come, for they were very turned on anticipating the next scene. Their tips darkened inside the transparent sleeve, and then they cried out in unison, their orgasms starting simultaneously. We watched the sleeve fill with white cream as Dan and Billy's straining bodies thrashed, shaking the bed, and their agonized cries filled the room. This erotic show had its effect on Greg and me, because were became half-hard without even touching our pricks. Billy and Dan yelped and grunted a couple more times and then became quiet as their orgasms faded and their bodies relaxed. Greg moved to sit next to me and said: "Billy told me how a hot stream of jizz shot down your hole makes you come. I want to see how my jets do that for you." With these words, he grasped my prick and began sliding my hood back and forth, bringing me to full hardness. I grasped his tapered prick between thumb and forefinger and slid it in short movements, keeping his strawberry glans fully covered. This did it for him, for he filled out to full size quickly. We looked into each other's eyes, acutely aware that soon we'd be sharing a hot sexual experience. After several minutes Dan and Billy revived and pulled out of the sleeve, and we saw a copious amount of cream pouring from each end onto the towel. Billy rolled up the towel and took it and the sleeve into the bathroom, while Dan took over stimulating me. Billy returned with another towel that he spread in the center of the bed. "Now lie down facing each other, like you were docking," he said. Dan can keep working on your cock, Jack, while I use the vibrator on Greg. Keep your tips maybe an inch apart. When Greg starts to come, I'll peel him back and make sure he's lined up with your hole, and you can push forward a bit to make contact. Because of his small slit, his stream is thin and powerful, and should go deep into you." We followed his instructions and now our pricks were staring at each other, eye to eye, so to speak. "Man, look at the way his hole pouts," Greg observed. "That makes a nice target for me to shoot into" Billy grasped Greg's prick to steady it and applied the vibrator to the foreskin just under the glans to stimulate the gee-string. This had an immediate effect, for Greg's eyes lit up and a dreamy smile came over his face. Meanwhile, Dan's steady stroking made the tension build up in my body. "Let me know the moment either of you gets that tickle," Billy told us. "Timing's important here, and I want Greg to come just before Jack does, so he can shoot into the hole." Dan had been using long strokes on my prick, but now he kept the front of my helmet exposed so that my teardrop shaped meatus was always in view. Our scrotums had drawn up tightly against our bodies. Greg's breathing was now rapid and shallow, and Billy told us he thought Greg would be unloading soon. He peeled back Greg's foreskin, exposing the pointed end of his glans, and I thrust my prick forward so that it was almost touching Greg's tip. "I'm getting a tickle," I said, and Dan pulled my hood all the way back to bare the entire dark purple helmet. Greg's eyes were closed, and I felt Dan push on my backside with his other hand to urge me forward into contact with Greg's tip. Billy was looking carefully to align Greg's slit with my pouting teardrop hole, while continuing with the vibrator. Greg's tip pressed into the front dome of my helmet, making a slight indentation as I felt the tickle building up in my nerve-rich gee-string, which was tightly stretched. Suddenly I heard Greg cry out, and felt his glans throb hard against mine. That instant a lance of liquid fire shot into my pouting hole and down my urethra several inches, the sudden hot shock triggering my orgasm. My entire helmet was tingling. I cried out helplessly as the shock wave ran through me, and a spasm deep inside me sent the first gush of cream up my prick to pour out from between our tips. As he cried out Greg's glans throbbed again, sending another powerful jet shooting down almost the length of my prick, launching my second ejaculation. Both Greg and I grunted and moaned as the delicious sensations coursed through our bodies. A flood of hot cream flowed from where our tips were joined down onto the towel. Greg and I grunted again as we shot simultaneously, and we shuddered so hard that our tips broke contact. We shot again together, and Greg's powerful jet soaked my pubic hair as our straining bodies shook the bed. It felt like my entire being was gushing out of my throbbing prick, and I cried out again in mindless ecstasy. Another hot gush poured from my pouting orifice and then I was just dribbling white drops as my orgasm wound down. Dan had released my prick and I saw that Billy had removed the vibrator from Greg's prick. I watched Greg's foreskin sliding downhill over his tapered glans as droplets continued to drool from the end. One evening our parents were out visiting friends. Dan and I were home alone, naked on our beds. Dan said to me: "Lately we've done a lot with guys like Billy and Greg, but I'd like to just jerk off with you like we used to do. I know the buddy sleeve feels terrific, but just your hand on my cock would get me off. It always did before." Thinking about it, I realized that we'd often had hard and intense orgasms through mutual masturbation, and I replied: "You're right, Dan. These sex toys are nice but I always enjoyed the feel of your fingers around my prick." I got towel from the bathroom and spread it on my bed. "I like to feel your cock, especially playing with your skin. I'm so glad our parents didn't have us cut, like so many others did." "I'm 100 percent with you on that," I replied. "Our pricks are more sensitive and there's more to play with." I was looking at Dan's crotch as I spoke, and saw that the blunt nose of his helmet was starting to push through the pucker in his foreskin. "I see that just talking about it is getting you hot," I added. "It is," Dan agreed. "Just talking about it's going to get both of us hard." Dan's eyes were on my crotch and now I felt the inrush of blood that was starting my erection. "I can just see your long slit," I observed. "Your helmet's really swelling." Dan's heavy-ended prick still sagged a little below horizontal, but I knew it would firm up in a few more seconds, horny as he was. "Now I can see your slit too, and it's starting to pout. It'll be wide open in a few seconds." As he spoke I thought of how his warm fingers would feel on my prick as he stroked my foreskin, and this thought made my prick twitch. "We'll be completely hard before we touch each other," I suggested. I knew our sex talk was always an aphrodisiac for us. "My slit pouts but yours is longer, and I can push my tongue into it farther." We were intimately familiar with each other's parts, having handled them for years. "Your skin's staying tight around the head," Dan said. "Even when you're fully hard your tip will stay covered." "Yours is the same way, Dan. I'll have to push it back to see your helmet." "I'll just push your skin back part way, or it'll lock behind your ridge," Dan said as he moved over to lie next to me. Now he was fully hard and I was almost there. His prick was about half an inch longer than mine and the same width. I grasped his hood with thumb and forefinger and began sliding it slowly in short strokes. His engorged prick felt hot. Dan moaned and I felt his warm fingers close around my shaft, pushing my foreskin back. Our helmets glistened wetly in the soft room light, releasing a musky aroma. "I love the way our cocks smell," I said. "Cut ones don't smell like ours. They have almost no odor. Their scrotums smell, though, like ours." "That foreskin smell gets me excited," Dan said. We'd always been very open to each other about our feelings. "Me too," I replied. I pushed my hips forward slightly so that the front dome of my glans brushed his hot helmet. Dan gasped and his prick twitched. "You're getting me really worked up," he admitted. I knew that, and suggested: "Suppose I do you first. I want to see you come, and then you can finish me off." "Okay," Dan agreed. "I'll hold on to your cock, though, because feeling it makes me more excited." I nodded and began to stroke his foreskin in longer strokes, bringing it up to engulf his glans and then pushing it down to his flaring corona. When his helmet was bare, I blew on it, making his prick twitch. "That was nice, Jack. Talk to me while you're doing it," Dan urged. "Sex talk always excites me." I understood perfectly because I felt exactly the same way. "I'm going to slide your foreskin like this, back to your ridge, but not so it locks behind it. Now I'll hold it there while I taste your leaking slit. Your lube tastes salty like mine, and now I'm pushing my tongue-tip down your slit." My lips wrapped around his glans and I spoke again: "Your helmet feel really hot." "I'll just stroke your skin slowly," Dan said as his fingers worked my foreskin in short light strokes. "I don't want to make you come before I do." "Your balls are tight against your body," I observed. "You're getting closer." I resumed my long strokes. "Your tip's pretty wet and your foreskin slides easily." I continued like this about half a minute and then firmly pushed his foreskin all the way back. "Ohhhhh, that feels so good," he said. "That's because I'm stretching your gee-string and the tension's making your helmet dip. I know how good that feels because it does the same thing to me." I relaxed the tension and then pushed again, stretching his nerve-rich frenulum and dragging the front of his helmet down. Dan's breathing had become more shallow and faster. "Now I'm going to work on your ridge," I said. "I'm pumping you faster and you can feel the friction. I'm squeezing you a little tighter so that the ring of foreskin compresses the nerve endings in your rim." My explanations to Dan were heightening my excitement too because they added another dimension to what I was doing, seeing, and feeling. "My rim's starting to tickle," he said, and I continued stroking his foreskin over his flaring corona. "Your helmet's turned darker purple," I said. "Your ridge feels harder through the skin. You're almost there because I just saw your eyes close and your legs are trembling." Dan's hips bucked suddenly and I felt a hard throb in his glans and shaft. "AWW! AWWW! AWWWW!" he bellowed as the first jet erupted from his long slit. His straining prick throbbed between my encircling fingers as he released another torrent. His shuddering body shook the bed. The odor of chlorine filled the air as his agonized cries filled the room. "Go for it!" I urged. "Shoot your load for me!" I was stroking him faster now, pouring sensations into his helmet to enhance his orgasm, stretching his frenulum on the down-stroke and bumping his ring of foreskin over his flaring corona on the up-stroke. I put my mouth on the front dome of his glans and caught his next jet on my tongue. I sucked hard and he shot another into my eager mouth. Now his slit was just drooling cream. I ran a finger along his urethra and licked the last drops as they seeped from his long orifice, then pulled his hood up to protect the precious head. Dan's body gradually relaxed as the tension left it. I noticed that his hand had dropped from my prick. Now I waited several minutes while he revived from the after-shock of his biological storm. "Now it's your turn," he said with a grin as his warm fingers wrapped around my prick, which had not lost its hardness in the interval. "It was so hot watching and feeling you unload," I murmured as his fingers began pouring erotic sensations into my prick. "I felt your lips on my helmet when you sucked several loads from me. Now I'm going to make you come," he said. "Your balls are already tight and your slit's leaking, so the head's pretty wet and slippery." Dan was pumping me in long strokes and I felt his hot breath on my helmet as his tongue-tip strummed the lips of my pouting slit. "I'm bringing your skin up to cover the head right to the end, and now I'm pushing it down to make your head dip like you did mine. I know how good that feels. Your cock feels so hot." "Good, really good..." I murmured. My breathing was now rapid and shallow, the result of the intense sensations he was pouring into my prick. "You won't last as long as I did, Jack. You're already worked up. Just relax and enjoy it." Now he yanked my foreskin down al the way, stretching my nerve-rich gee-string as I'd done to him, and I felt his lips around my glans. He twisted his mouth around my helmet, his lips swiping my corona sideways, and then his teeth lightly scraped the broad upper surface. I could feel that my glans had engorged, and I felt the sweet ache in it that demanded relief. Now he removed his mouth and said: "Your tip's gotten darker purple, and the rim's almost black. It's harder too. I could feel that with my lips. Now you're ready to shoot, and I'm going to pump your skin fast and stretch your gee-string like you did mine. I'll make your helmet bend down like you did to mine." His fingers stroked my foreskin, pulling it up over my corona to compress the nerve endings, and then dragged it down to stretch my frenulum. I felt the tension pull the front of my glans down adding to my sensations. "Ohhhh, I'm getting that tickle," I said, "In the rim, right? You'll be tingling in a second. Your stomach muscles are tight now." Dan kept stroking and now I felt a hot tingle in my corona. My eyes closed and then my world exploded. I yelped: "NOW! AH-AH-AH-AH! As a sharp contraction gripped the root of my prick, sending the first gush of hot lava searing its way up my urethra. Dan's mouth was on my glans and I shot my load into it as he pumped my foreskin to bring forth another. My hips bucked as I strove to thrust my throbbing prick deeper into his mouth while disgorging another torrent of sperm. My conscious mind was on HOLD as I was totally focused on the sweet agony in my throbbing prick. Dan didn't say anything as his hot fingers continued to pump my foreskin because his mouth was filled with my throbbing helmet pouring more cream down his throat. Another gush, the final one, burned its way up my tube and slammed through the lips of my pouting slit. Now I felt totally drained but a drool of sperm still seeped from my orifice, and Dan lapped it up as he milked my urethra to extract the residue, then replaced my foreskin over my shrinking glans. I felt his arms around me as he hugged me tightly. "You really shot some loads there," he said. "I love you, Bro, and I'm glad I was able to make you cream the way you did." "Thanks so much," I murmured, before we fell asleep in each other's arms.