Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 05:53:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 16, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 16

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Back in the bedroom after we'd dried ourselves, we discussed the
experience:

     "Thanks, Billy," I began. "That was very unusual and very hot." Dan
nodded in agreement.

     "That was a first for me," Nick said, hesitating slightly as he felt
my fingers rolling his foreskin nipple.

     "It's nice to have a tight foreskin," I told him. "Especially when
it's as long as yours."

     I like it too," he said. "I like the way it grips the bell-end snugly,
giving me a good squeeze, yet it's stretchy enough to slide back easily."

     "Mine's the same way, and so is Dan's," I said. "The extra friction is
so nice."

     "I wish mine were tighter," Billy contributed. "Oh, it feels good to
slide it over my big mushroom, but when I slide yours I feel the difference
and I can tell you're getting more sensation."

     "How old were you when you were able to skin it back?" I asked
Nick. "I was eight, and Dan was seven."

     ""Oh, I wasn't able to get it back until I was about 13," Nick
replied.  "It's pretty long, and the nipple was tight. I was able to get
some of it back, but not the end."

     "Mine loosened up when I was five," Billy told us.

     "Well, we all have big heads," Dan said. "It's harder to get it back
over a head with the rim larger than the shaft."

     "The first time I got it back I wasn't able to get it forward
again. It locked behind the head and was very tight. I told my father and
he squeezed the head to force the blood out of it. Once he had the head
shrunk it slid forward easily."

     "Lucky you," I told him. "If that had happened here and your father
hadn't been able to get it forward and took you to the doctor, the doctor
would have told him you'd have to be circumcised. He probably would have
given you a local anesthetic and cut the tight ring right then in his
office."

     "Well, we had no problems with our cocks," Dan said. "I don't think
Billy did either." Billy nodded assent. All this time I'd been playing with
Nick's foreskin, rolling the nipple and then pulling it out, then rolling
it again. This was having an effect, and Nick's prick was now half-hard.

     "Even without putting my fingers directly on his foreskin," I
addressed everyone, "He's getting friction because his hood's tight."

     "I see that," Billy said as he grasped my foreskin by the pucker at
the end, stretching it out. "Yours is tight too, and this should work on
you."  Dan grasped Billy's foreskin around the bulge of his glans and began
sliding it back and forth.

     "Well, this sort of sliding is going to get you hard," he said. "It
always has before." In turn, Nick had grasped Dan's hood the same way and
was manipulating it to provide friction on his helmet. After half a minute
Billy said:

     "Well, we're all getting hard. No surprise there." Despite our recent
draining orgasms, we were all getting excited, partly because of the
handling, and partly because of the sexually-tinged discussion. Soon our
pricks were fully hard, and Billy commented:

     "I like the way your slit pouts in that teardrop shape when you get
hard. I wish mine did. It looks so sexy."

     "Nick's hole pots too," I said. "Different shape, though, like an
oval. Dan's slit stays closed, although it's longer than mine. So is
yours." I pulled Nick's foreskin all the way down and he said:

     "You and Dan have helmet shapes, like me. Billy's got a big tip, but
different shape, like a mushroom. That looks nice too." Now Billy addressed
me again:

     "Your cock feels different from mine. I can feel how your skin's
tighter, and it really grips your helmet, although it slides easily, like
Dan's."

     "Your skin's looser than mine," Dan said while sliding Billy's hood up
and down over his mushroom. "I can easily feel the head through it. It
feels spongy, even though your shaft's rock-hard.

     "It's spongy just like Jack's and yours, except when you're about to
come," Billy replied. "Then it firms up and gets a bit bigger too. When you
and Jack are ready to come, your rims really flare out."

     "Your tip loses that spongy feel when you're ready to come," Dan told
him.  "It gets a little bigger too." I tugged harder on Nick's foreskin,
stretching his nerve-rich frenulum.

     "See how Nick's head dips down when I pull hard n his foreskin?" I
said.  "I know that feels very good for him, because his balls are
tightening." I felt Billy's strong fingers pulling my foreskin down hard as
he said:

     "Your helmet does the same thing when I pull your skin down hard. Your
gee-string pulls it down. I know that if I continued to do this you'd come
fast." The musky aroma of wet foreskin filled the air and I commented:

     "We all like the way our pricks smell. That's a real masculine aroma."
Dan added:

     "All of us wash every day, especially our cocks. They have a clean
fresh smell, not rancid like guys who don't wash or cut guys who don't have
any smell."

     "When we were young our dad told us to skin back and wash every day,"
I said.  "Guys who don't get a stink from old smegma and come juice. That's
not very appetizing."

     "Back in the UK, where almost nobody's got a bare knob, some guys are
careless about washing. You can smell those, but it's not just their
cocks. Their armpits stink too."

     "I bet those guys don't brush their teeth either," Billy said.

     "Some don't wipe their arseholes carefully," Nick added.

     "Oh, I'm not surprised to hear that," Billy said. Here, there are cut
guys who don't brush their teeth or wipe carefully. "We're careful about
personal hygiene and our cocks smell nice every day. Personally, I wash off
every time I come. So do Dan and Jack." We kept stroking each other's
foreskins as we spoke, slowly, languidly, in no hurry to come.

     "We all secrete enough lubricant," I said. "Some more than others. I
see Nick always has a surplus, and it runs down his shaft and over my
fingers."

     "That's because we're not cut," Billy said. "Cut guys, who really need
the lube, don't have as much and some not at all."

     "Yeah," Dan said. "They have to use artificial lube."

     "Well, we sometimes use Astroglide, especially when we use the buddy
sleeve or do Princeton inside a condom," I said. At this point, all of use
were secreting, adding to the aroma of wet glans and foreskin. Our scrotums
were all tight against our bodies, evidence of our mounting excitement, but
now I felt Nick's helmet losing its sponginess and becoming harder. "I
think you're getting close," I told him.

     "I am," he replied. I skinned him back all the way. His corona was
beautifully flared out and I bumped the foreskin over it, compressing
it. His oval was seeping clear fluid copiously and now I picked up my
pace. Nick's legs tensed and Billy released my prick to get a towel, which
he spread in front of Nick. He and Dan clustered around us to watch Nick's
orgasm. Nick's breathing became shallow and fast as his eyes closed. I
pumped his prick a few more times and then I felt it throb between my
encircling fingers.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he bellowed as the first jet shot from his
prick. I skinned him back hard to tense his gee-string and make his helmet
dip and he yelped again as another gush poured from his oval slit onto the
towel. His straining prick throbbed again and poured out another torrent of
sperm. His cries filled the air as he shot again. I bumped his flaring
corona again, bringing forth another load, and then his prick started
seeping, white ooze dripping from his meatus.  I milked his prick to expel
the residueand then pulled his foreskin down over the head.

     Billy had been fingering my prick as I'd stroked Nick, and now he had
his thumb over my corona, flicking my foreskin back and forth over it,
while keeping his index finger pressed into the groove underneath where my
gee-string was. Dan tickled the hairs on my scrotum, adding to my
sensations.

     "I really like that flare on top of your helmet," Billy said as he
flicked me faster. This was a different sensation than the full-foreskin
stroking we used most of the time, and very soon I felt a strong tickle in
my corona.  "You're close," Billy said. "Your head's more swollen and it's
harder under the skin. Are you tickling yet?"

     "Yeah," I answered. "Now it's tingling." I was breathing hard and my
prick seemed to expand and then I felt a hard throb in the root as my first
gush poured out. The hot cream seared its way up my prick and poured
through the pucker in my foreskin, as Billy was keeping my glans fully
covered. I cried out as my eyes slammed shut, and then another spasm sent a
second load up ny prick.


     "His skin's keeping him from shooting, but a lot's pouring out
anyway," Dan commented. I released my third load, my straining prick
throbbing hard. Billy's thumb was flying over my foreskin-covered ridge,
drawing another gush that poured from my hood's pucker. Some remained
inside, spreading over the blunt nose of my glans. I cried out again as my
last stream shot up my tube, and then I began to relax, my erection
softening. Now I was just oozing, and I opened my eyes.

     Dan took his hand from my balls and skinned Billy's hot hard prick
back all the way, rubbing his fingertips over the well-lubricated
mushroom. Billy gasped at the intense sensation as he released my prick,
and as I sank into my daze I realized that all of Billy's attention was
drawn to the compelling tickle in his glans. Even in my dazed state I saw
that Billy's mushroom was turning darker purple, and that a steady leakage
of clear lube was seeping from his long slit. His balls were tight against
his body. Dan's fingertips spread the viscous fluid over the blunt nose of
Billy's glans, making him gasp again.

     "The head's harder now and I'm gonna make your tip tingle," Dan told
him as he increased his pace. A tremor began in Billy's legs and his
breathing became rapid and ragged as he approached the peak. Dan ran his
fingers around Billy's corona and then flicked it rapidly with his thumb as
he pressed into Billy's gee-string under the glans. I saw his eyes shut.

     "Tingling.....AH!  AH! AH! AH! AH!" Billy yelped as the first rope of
cream shot from his slit, unimpeded by foreskin as mine had been. He
shuddered hard as another stream poured from his long slit onto the
towel. Dan's fingertips were flying over Billy's throbbing tip, maintaining
the momentum of the orgasm and making him cry out helplessly as wave after
wave wracked his straining body. Another white stream shot from Bill's long
slit as he groaned loudly. Now Dan wrapped his fingers around the entire
mushroom and twisted hard, delivering the delicious sideways friction we
all knew enhanced the orgasm.

     "HAH-HAH-HAH!"  Billy grunted as a fourth jet slammed through the lips
of his long meatus. He shuddered again and unloaded another gush before his
tip started seeping. Dan let go of his prick, and we watched it twitch as
the last spasms coursed through him. A big pool of sperm lay on the towel
in front of him, slowly soaking into the terrycloth. He fell back on the
bed next to Nick, who was very still and had his eyes closed. Dan milked
Billy's urethra and then pulled his foreskin down to cover and protect the
precious head.

     "You're the only one who hasn't come yet," I told Dan as I revived.

     "Right," he replied. "I was too busy making Billy come, but now I'm
really worked up. It won't take much to make me come." I saw that Dan's
prick was really wet, as his foreskin pucker was filled with clear viscous
liquid that he'd been secreting all this time. Occasionally, a drop would
fall onto the towel.

     "I can see how worked up you are," I said. "Your balls are drawn up
tight and you're leaking a lot." I reached down to tickle his scrotal
hairs, and Dan sighed at my touch.

     "I love it when you touch me, Bro," he said. "You know exactly what
makes me feel good." I leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips.

     "I enjoy making you feel good, Dan," I told him. "You made me feel
good lots of times. Now what do you want me to do?" Dan lay back on the bed
and anwsered me:

     "Give me that sideways stroking with the palms of your hands. You'll
have my load in no time." I grasped his prick, holding it upright and
placed my palms on either side, feeling his heat against my skin. Now I
began moving my palms in opposite directions, twisting his foreskin over
his helmet, feeling the skin sliding over the sculptured contours.

     "Fast enough? " asked.

     "Oh, yeah," he replied. "That sliding and twisting is really hot."

     "Okay, then," I said. "Just relax and let me do the work. I'm going to
make your prick feel really good, so that you pop a good load of cream." I
continued to slide my palms back and forth, making sure his glans remained
fully encapsulated by his hood.

     "It's magic," Dan whispered. "You're making my cock harder now. I can
feel it swelling even more, especially the tip." I'd felt his corona
flaring out through the foreskin, responding to the intense sensations I
was giving him. Twisting his foreskin stimulated him in several ways, not
only the friction against his glans. I was stretching his nerve-rich
foreskin as well as pulling his gee-string from side to side, putting
tension on those nerves as well. The heat from his prick radiated into my
palms as his excitement continued to rise.

     "I wouldn't be able to do this if you didn't have a foreskin," I told
him.  "I'm so glad we both have everything we were born with. We have so
much to play with." I noted that a tremor had begun in his legs and his
hands had clenched.

     "I feel a tickle in my rim," Dan muttered as his eyes closed. "It's
getting stronger."

     "You'll be getting your tingle any moment," I assured him. His
abdominal muscles were tense, a sign that his arousal was increasing. "Then
I'll feel your prick throbbing in my palms when you explode."

     "Ah, ah, tingling....." Dan said and then a powerful throb coursed
through his prick and my hands.

     "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"  he cried out as his orgasm launched. His body
shuddered hard as his first gush poured from the puckered end of his
foreskin, running down over my hands. His hips bucked, thrusting his prick
deeper into my hands, his foreskin slipping back to clear his long slit, as
his second jet shot high into the air. The odor of chlorine filled the air
as he yelped and grunted in joyful agony. I knew his mind was totally
focused on the intense sensations in his groin as the orgasm tortured his
body. I felt very gratified that his beautiful prick was in my hands,
throbbing and pouring out sperm.

     His third stream gushed out, and ran down between my hands and his
shaft, making them slippery. I was now unable to twist his foreskin the way
I had been, and I grasped the base of his shaft and pulled down, stripping
the hood from his throbbing helmet. It was glossy and dark purple, with his
corona almost black, as I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around it. I
twisted my hand, giving his glans direct friction, and I heard him cry out
again as another throb filled his helmet. His jet shot high and fell back
on his glans and my trembling encircling fingers, adding more lubrication.

     "Go for it!" I shouted. "Shoot your loads for me!" Dan's straining tip
throbbed again in my fist, sending another gush erupting from his long
slit. I gave it another twist, bringing forth his last ejaculation, and I
sopped the friction, knowing that his tip might now have become too
sensitive.  I felt his prick twitch in my hand as the last of the juice
seeped from his long meatus.

     Holding his softening prick in my left hand, I milked his urethra with
my right, holding my mouth to his glans as the drops emerged. The rich
salty chlorine taste tickled my tongue as I licked away the residue. When
Dan came out of his daze he opened his eyes and said:

     "That was really hot, Bro. You made me come hard."

     "I saw that, Dan. Your prick throbbed hard and you shot high into the
air."

     "We all shoot," Dan replied. "Some guys just dribble, but we have
strong jets."

     "Yeah," I said. "I remember Walter, the cut guy we saw shoot when we
were kids, just dribbled. I guess when we get older we won't shoot as far,
and later we'll just dribble.

     "Your jets become weaker when you get older," Nick chimed in. "My
older brother and I sometimes wank together. He's 30, and although his
orgasms are still pleasurable, he just gushes a little when he comes. I
shoot a foot or two."