Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2012 13:19:38 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 18, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 18 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. About ten that morning Billy's new acquaintance arrived, and Billy introduced him as "Ted." He was about 5' 10", solidly built, with blond hair slightly darker than Billy's and green eyes. He appeared about Billy's age. "Do you want to be the first to undress, or would it bother you if we all did?" Billy asked him. "Undress" was the wrong word, as all we were wearing was our boxers, while Ted was fully dressed in street clothes. "No, that's fine," Ted replied, a bit self-consciously. "Go ahead and strip." He began to remove his clothing while we dropped our boxers. When he dropped his boxers, we saw that his groin was cleanly shaven, completely exposing his genitals. His penis was about 2 1/2" inches long, with a foreskin coming to a point ahead of the glans bulge. I was happy that he had escaped circumcision. I saw the outline of his corona through the skin, and guessed that he had a helmet-shaped glans like Dan's and mine. His scrotum was about the same size as ours, and hung loosely as he was not yet aroused. "Tell them why you shave, Ted," Billy suggested. With a nervous smile, Ted began: "Well, you can all see how small my cock is. If I didn't shave, it would be almost hidden in my hairs. Keeping my bush shaved makes it look bigger. I'm pretty self-conscious in the locker room, when I'm naked in front of other guys." Billy, standing next to Ted, reached down an pulled on the end of his foreskin. "You're lucky to have all you were born with," he said, referring to Ted's intact hood. "Oh, shit, if they'd cut my skin off, I'd really be a mess. My cock's small enough as it is. I think my parents realized that when they refused to let the doctor circumcise me." "Don't worry about size," I told him. "One of these days you'll come across someone not as large as you." Pricks come in all sized and shapes, and I remembered seeing one guy who had an erection only four inches long, and on top of that the doctor had cut off his foreskin at birth. "How big is it when you're hard?" asked Dan. "Let's see," Billy said. He'd been tweaking Ted's foreskin, and we saw that his prick had started to swell. "I think about five inches long," Ted told us. "I've measured it." "Is that five inches along the top, from pubic bone to the end of the head?" Dan asked. "That's how we measure ours." "That's right," Ted answered. "I know it's the only accurate way to measure." "Some guys measure from the bottom, from their balls to the end," Dan told him. "They're just bragging when they come up with eight inches that way." Now Ted's prick had firmed up enough for Billy to push the foreskin back, exposing the glans, and I saw that indeed it was helmet-shaped, with a blunt nose and flaring corona, like ours. To my surprise, his meatus was pouting in a teardrop shape, exactly like mine. "You've got a really beautiful head on your cock," Dan told him. "It looks exactly like my brother's right down to the purple color and pouting hole." Dan grasped my prick and pulled my hood back to display my helmet for Ted. "But smaller," Ted said bitterly. "Don't let that bother you," I said. "As long as your equipment works the way it should, there's really no problem." Billy leaned down and blew on Ted's glans, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure. "See what he means, Ted?" Billy asked him. "That felt good, didn't it?" Watching the sex play had started our pricks swelling. As Dan had stimulated me by handling my prick, mine was more engorged than his at the moment, as the tight foreskin ring behind the glans acted like a tourniquet, making it swell. "Oh, everything you've done to me felt good," Ted answered. "Let's move into the bedroom," Billy urged. Dan and I rose off the couch and followed him and Ted into Billy's bedroom, with it's queen-sized bed, flat screen TV and DVD player in the corner, and adjoining bathroom. They sat on the edge of the bed and Dan crouched in front of Ted, reaching out to lightly tickle his scrotal hairs. Ted sighed at his touch. Billy was gently stroking Ted's supple foreskin, which moved easily over the glans. "How's his foreskin," I asked Billy. "Just fine," he replied. "It's tighter than mine, very much like yours, so it grips the head pretty well." Dan's touches were having their effect: Ted's scrotum began lifting in response. "It's really hot with you guys touching me," Ted said. "It' feels so much better than when I do myself." "Here, lie down on the bed," Billy suggested. "That way we can all help you feel good." Billy released his prick and Ted moved to the center of the mattress. Billy spread a towel over his abdomen. "Let me do him for awhile," I told Billy. He nodded and I sat next to Ted and gently grasped his prick, slowly sliding the hood up and down his engorged helmet. Dan now cupped his balls, kneading them as he did to me many times. Billy reached to pinch his nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers. We heard Ted moan softly as the sensations flowed into his body. "I'm stroking you slowly," I told Ted, "because I want it to last for you. The longer it takes the hotter it'll feel when you come." Ted sighed loudly as I saw a small drop of clear fluid fill his teardrop orifice. I smelled the aroma of wet glans and foreskin as I worked his hood deliberately over his helmet, which had started to darken. Another drop appeared and flowed down to be spread by the moving foreskin. "You're getting lubricant now," I told him. "That's good. The lube will make your foreskin slide easier and soften the friction so you last longer." His ample foreskin slid easily over the glossy helmet although it gripped it tightly. Dan continued to knead his tight scrotum as he caressed the insides of his thighs with his other hand. Ted's excitement was contagious, as Billy, Dan and I were all hard. Fresh lubricant kept flowing from Ted's orifice to refresh and replace any lost by evaporation, until it ran down over my encircling fingers. Ted's eyes closed to obliterate the outside world as he focused on his own body. Dan and Billy were adding to his excitement, but I held the pivotal point, his prick with its now dark purple helmet and enveloping foreskin. I felt this helmet lose its sponginess through the enveloping hood. "I think he's getting there," I said. Ted's now rapid breathing confirmed my evaluation, and I knew I could touch off the explosion any second. "I'm going to make him come now," I said as I increased the pace of my strokes and twisted his foreskin to stretch its nerve endings. Dragging it down, I put tension on his gee-string and made his glans dip. On the up-stroke, I gave it a twist as I engulfed his helmet right to the end. Ted's legs began trembling and I felt his body tense. Suddenly his prick throbbed hard and he yelped: "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" as his orgasm began. A long jet erupted from his tip as I pulled his hood down, followed by another throb and another gush as his hips lifted from the bed. He shuddered hard and yelped again as his third torrent poured out, falling back on his prick and my encircling fingers. He cried out again as the overwhelming sensations pulled another ejaculation from his throbbing prick. I felt my prick twitch because the scene was so exciting. Ted groaned loudly as his fifth jet shot from his pouting orifice to land on the towel. Now his prick was just seeping and I stopped stroking it. Dan milked his urethra from behind his scrotum right to his glans as I held the foreskin down to let the residue out. I leaned over and lapped the drops as they seeped from his softening glans. "Well, there's no doubt his equipment works perfectly," I said as I drew his foreskin up to protect the precious head. We watched his prick soften and shrink as his body relaxed. I had no doubt he'd lie there dazed for several minutes because of the intensity of his orgasm, and decided that while we waited for him to revive I'd work on Billy's prick, which stood straight out, big mushroom covered by foreskin. "That looks nice," I commented as I grasped his penis by the foreskin-covered head, sliding it back slightly to reveal the slit. A drop of lubricant leaked from him, and I slid the hood forward to catch it and spread it over the glans. Dan pulled his foreskin back enough to uncover his long slit, and I saw it was also wet. Billy pushed my hood down all the way and my glossy purple helmet stood out proudly at the end of my prick. A strong aroma of wet glans and foreskin filled the air. Dan moved over to our side and Billy grasped his prick, gently stroking it. We remained this way until Ted opened his eyes. "Wow! I feel like I've been hit by an express train," he said. "You guys got me so hot I feel I drained every drop out of my body." "You had a terrific climax," Dan told him. "We watched your cock shooting those hot jets and heard you shouting and grunting very loudly." "We could tell how intense it was for you because your entire body was shuddering hard," Billy confirmed. "You shot all over that towel. " "I didn't really need that towel," Ted responded. "I don't have to worry about my come sticking to my pubic hair. On, now I have to pee." "Take a shower and pee in there," Billy instructed. "That way you'll be able to rinse off your cock-head and skin." Ted went into the bathroom and a moment later we heard the shower running. "I think you need to come now," I said, addressing Billy. Now that I had Billy's foreskin peeled halfway back I grasped his swollen mushroom and spread the lips of his long slit, blowing into it to give him a novel sensation. I felt his prick twitch between my fingers. Billy was still holding my prick and now he reached over to grasp Dan's, working our hoods slowly back and forth. "Get the vibrator," he told Dan, who reached into the bedside table for it. He took a towel from the short stack on the table and spread it over Billy's abdomen as Billy arranged himself to lie flat. Now one hand played with Billy's nipples and the other tickled his scrotum as Ted returned from the bathroom and sat on the corner of the big bed, watching avidly. Grasping the vibrator in one hand, I applied it to Billy's gee-string as I spread his long slit again and blew into it. Billy moaned softly as the multiple sensation flowed into his body and Ted remarked: "You two are doing quite a job on him." Billy's scrotum was tightening, and I knew he was primed for orgasm. Dan cupped his fingers under his balls, fingertips pressing into the perineum behind them. I tickled his slit with the tip of the vibrator and felt his prick twitch. "Ohhhh, I won't last long at this rate," Billy moaned. "Want me to stop or slow down?" I asked. I blew on the front of his glans again as I ran the vibrator tip up and down his taut frenulum. His slit continued to seep lube, keeping his glans wet and slippery. "No, no, I need to come hard," Billy responded as his body quivered. I stripped his foreskin all the way back hard to put tension on his gee-string and then began flicking my thumb over his thick corona, as I'd done to Ted. The direct action on his naked ridge fueled his excitement even more. I felt Billy's fingers tighten on my prick. "Wow, you're making his tip darker," Ted observed. ""I know he's not going to last now." I continued flicking my thumb over his well-lubricated flesh, feeling it lose its sponginess as it attained its final swelling. Billy's eyes closed and his lips drew back from his teeth. "He's right on the edge," I said as I felt the tension build up in his body. Billy's breathing was fast now, interspersed between soft moans. Then I felt his hot prick throb between my fingers and heard him cry out as the first blast of cream erupted from his long slit: "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH" he yelped as the sensations shook him. His body shuddered as another hard jet shot from his tip to fall back onto the towel. I kept the vibrator pressed into his vee-groove to enhance his sensations and then a third torrent of cream slammed through his slit and blew into the air. The sweet torment of orgasm made him cry out again. Billy's hips lifted from the mattress to thrust his turgid prick into the air as his helpless cries filled the room. This scene was having its effect on me, and I felt a tickle as a drop of lubricant from my Cowper's glands began crawling up my urethra. "AAAAHHHHHHH," Billy groaned as the last hard jet surged from his prick. Now he was seeping cream, and I kept the vibrator on his frenulum for a few more seconds to maximize his sensations. Billy had let go of our pricks, and I looked over at Dan. Ted had reached over to grasp his prick, and was slowly stroking his foreskin. "I really like to feel another guy's cock," Ted told us. "Especially a nice looking one like this." Dan sighed with pleasure, and I noticed a drop of clear viscous liquid filling his slit when Ted pulled back on his hood. Billy's prick had begun to soften, and now Dan was milking his urethra. I milked the shaft from base to glans, lapping up the creamy drops as they emerged from his slit. Billy's prick was softening in my fingers and I pulled his foreskin up to keep the precious tip moist and protected. "You've got a really nice one," Ted commented as he worked Dan's foreskin slowly in long strokes. "It's bigger than mine, even a little bigger than your brother's. It smells really nice, too." With each back-stroke, Dan's glossy wet glans appeared. "He's my younger brother, would you believe that?" I asked Ted. Ted's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "How about Princeton, Dan?" I asked. "That should provide a nice show for Ted." Billy had revived from his daze by now and he stood. "Okay, Princeton sounds like a good idea," he said. "I'm going to get a big towel for the bed. He went to the linen closet in the bathroom, returning with a large towel that he spread carefully when Ted and Dan stood up. Reaching into the bedside drawer he handed me a condom. "I don't think you'll need any Astroglide," he said. "You look wet enough." He was right. I was secreting so much I was almost dripping from the end of my foreskin. "I'm going to put this on and slide my prick between Dan's thighs," I told Ted. I skinned back and unrolled the condom over my prick, leaving a little slack at the end to allow for my thrusting. "Meanwhile, you can keep stroking him. I'd normally reach over him to do it, but since you're enjoying it so much, you keep at it. That way, you'll have the pleasure of feeling him come in your hand." Dan got onto the bed, lying on his left side, and I slipped in behind him. He lifted his leg and I place my hard prick between his thighs. Ted lay in front of him, his fingers wrapped around Dan's prick, sliding his hood in long strokes. I began thrusting. "This is one position where they often come together," Billy explained to Ted, who apparently had never heard of Princeton. "They call it `The Princeton Fuck' because it supposedly originated at Princeton University, but that' s probably just a legend." "My orgasm's going to be pretty hot and intense because I'm thrusting," I said, explaining the mechanics to Ted. "It's up to you to give Dan as hot a come as you can." "I know I'm really going to enjoy this," he replied. He began giving Dan's foreskin a little twist at the end of each long forward stroke, relishing the large penis in his hand. I was thrusting steadily, my helmet nudging Dan's scrotum with each forward stroke, and I knew this would make his balls draw in toward his body quickly. I reached over him to caress his abdomen, knowing this would add to his stimulation. He squeezed his thighs together around my thrusting prick. "They've been hard a long time," Billy told Ted. "I don't think they'll take long to reach climax." Ted's eyes gleamed as he worked on Dan's prick and watched me thrusting between his thighs. My scrotum was tight against my body at this stage of excitement, and I knew that Dan and I wouldn't be far apart in our orgasms. We were both breathing rapidly, another sign of our excitement. "Dan's gonna feel it when Jack starts to come because Jack's prick will be throbbing between his legs," Billy told Dan. "You'll be able to tell when Jack's going to start coming, and you can help Dan to come at about the same time." My prick was engorged in response to the friction and pressure it was receiving, and I felt an ache of anticipation begin to build up in my glans. "It won't be long," I gasped. My abdomen slapped against Dan's butt cheeks with each forward thrust, and Dan surely felt my helmet bumping against his tight scrotum. I knew a tickle would begin in my corona any second. Ted kept stroking Dan with that twisting motion, which was stretching his foreskin sideways each time, stretching the delicate nerve endings. "Dan's dick's really dripping," Ted commented. "He's close." I was too, for at that moment the first tickle filled my rim. "Tickling...." I murmured. The sensation compelled me go go faster, and I slammed my prick harder between Dan's thighs. My eyes closed involuntarily as I withdrew from the outside world, concentrating on the compelling sensations in my body. Now the tickle turned into a hot tingle, aand I opened my mouth to cry out: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as I felt hot sparks of sensation stabbing into my helmet and the hard contraction deep in the root of my prick. A torrent of hot cream poured into my urethra, burning its way up my prick to erupt into the condom. The liquid heat spreading over my helmet's surface stimulated my prick to shoot another load, which added to the heat surrounding my glans. I heard Dan cry out in the distance and felt his thigh muscles contract sharply around my prick as he started coming. I cried out again as the delicious sensations of orgasm filled my throbbing prick and I felt Dan's body shuddering hard against mine. My straining prick throbbed again, erupting in another gush of cream that filled the condom. I thrust again in the mad frenzy of orgasm, and felt another surge of boiling cream searing its way up my tube. Now, although the friction was softer, masked by the thick coating of cream on my helmet, my prick surged again as I discharged another hot stream. I took a deep breath and stopped thrusting because the main event was over. My prick still oozed, and I felt a few pleasant twitches in my shaft, but I was starting to come off my high, and sinking into a daze. Dan's orgasm wasn't quite over, and his thigh muscles squeezed my prick hard as his body shuddered. "Dan's come smells like Clorox," I heard Ted say in the distance. Now Dan was also still, and I hugged him to me. We lay there for a couple of minutes, dazed, but then slowly began to return to a normal state of consciousness. I lifted my head. "It was so great holding Dan's dick while it was throbbing and shooting," he said. He leaned over and kissed Dan on the cheek. Dan stirred and got up on one elbow, grabbing Ted around the shulders and pulling him down to kiss him firmly on the lips. "Thanks so much, Ted," he said. "You gave me a terrific come." "Your juice smells like Clorox," Ted told him. "So does my brother's," Dan replied. "Yours and Billy's don't. We're all different. I grasped the base of my shaft, holding on to the condom, and pulled back from Dan's thighs. I slipped the condom off my shrunken prick and handed it to Ted, saying: "Here, smell it. It smells just like Dan's." Ted stared at my prick and said: "Your tip's just like mine, only bigger. Next time I'll stroke you. I want to feel how your cock feels between my fingers. Dan's was really hot." Billy led Dan and me into the shower, where we skinned back and flushed our urethras, also rinsing around the glans and foreskin to wash way all traces of sperm.