Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 12:58:55 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 24 Growing Up Intact, Part 24 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. Another set of birthdays passed, and I was now 20. Dan was 18. I had grown a slight amount of hair on my chest, and Dan guessed that he too would have some hair on his chest in a year or two. Both our foreskins had loosened slightly from the intense activity that we'd shared with Billy and his friends. That Saturday Dan and I were again at Billy's house, which had become the regular meeting place for us, as we knew we wouldn't be disturbed by parents. Billy did have dinner at his parents' house a couple of times a week, as he felt very close to them. "I think our foreskins have loosened up," I told Billy. "At least they feel looser to us." We were naked as usual, sitting on Billy's queen-size, and had a good view of each other's equipment. A large towel covered the center of the bed. Billy reached out to grasp my hood. My prick was still limp, and he tested my foreskin, slipping it back and forth over my helmet. Then he worked Dan's foreskin a couple of times before speaking: "They still feel snug to me, compared to mine," he said. "I think they're just a bit more stretchy, from all the exercise they've been getting. Just look at mine and you'll see a big difference." "Well, I see what you mean," I said, and Dan nodded agreement. "Dan and I have tight puckers in front, but your pucker's so loose we can see inside." I grasped his prick and pushed his foreskin back easily, uncovering the front dome of his mushroom glans and his long pee-slit. "Yours goes back easier than ours do." Yeah," Billy said. "Now I'm sure mine's gotten looser during the past year, with all the exercise we've been giving it. It always was looser than yours anyway." With the handling, our pricks had begun to swell. The doorbell rang. That's Stan," Billy said as he got up to answer. Billy loved to spring little surprises on us. He returned with another fellow, blond like him, who began to strip down as soon as the introductions were over. Stan was about an inch taller than Billy, about the same age, and a thin build. "Now look at his dick," Billy said as Stan dropped his boxers. "His skin's longer and tighter than even my cousin Ken's. Ken can skin back to dock another dick, but Stan can't skin back." Dan and I saw what he meant. Stan had a foreskin that not only draped over his glans, but extended over an inch beyond it in a tight nipple. Like ours, his prick was a grower, not a shower, and there was no prominent glans bulge. Stan appeared to be a connoisseur of pricks, because he said.: "I see you two have helmet-type heads inside those foreskins. Billy's got a mushroom." Dan and I were not fully hard, but the shape of our helmets was very visible through our supple foreskins. "What have you got?" Dan asked him. "Your skin seems to be so tight we can't see the shape." "I've got an arrowhead," Stan replied. "It comes almost to a point in front. I wish I could show it to you, but my foreskin's really tight." "He can skin back a little," Billy said. He grasped Stan's prick with his left hand and put the thumb and index finger of his right hand on the foreskin, pushing it back. The nipple rode up the glans, the orifice spreading, and the tip of Stan's glans became visible. There was a small meatus at the end. "Doesn't it go back farther?" I asked. His arrowhead was crimson red, not purple like ours. "If I try, it hurts," Stan answered. "When I was younger, it didn't go back at all. Our family doctor wanted to circumcise me when I was seven, but my father wouldn't let him, as he's not cut himself. My mother would have let him do it, if it had been up to her." By now we were all hard, glans shapes showing through our foreskins, except for Stan, whose glans was slim and tapered and didn't make a bulge in his long foreskin. "Does your father's skin go back?" Dan asked. "He can get it back all the way," Stan told him. "He wasn't able to do so until he was about 25. He's got an arrowhead just like mine, but his foreskin was too tight to slip over that." "How do you masturbate?" I asked. "I put my thumb on top and a couple of fingers underneath," Stan answered "My thumb massages my corona and my fingers press against my frenulum." "I take it you don't shoot, then, with your foreskin catching all your sperm." I guessed that his cream dribbled from his narrow foreskin nipple. "If my foreskin's covering my meatus at that moment, it obstructs the ejaculation," Stan explained. "Sometimes, I have it partly retracted like this when I shoot, and then I get a jet or stream." Billy had been stroking Stan's prick, slipping the long nipple back and forth, and now for a second the tip of his glans was uncovered again. The sex talk was exciting, as it always is, and Dan had been stroking my foreskin and I his. Stan's fingers had wrapped around Billy's hood, and he was rhythmically covering and uncovering his mushroom. "I'd like to see you come," I said forthrightly." Dan would too." Stan smiled and said: "That's why we're here, I guess. Billy promised me I'd see a different type of penis this morning, and I'd certainly like to see you two have orgasms." A drop of lubricant had begun crawling up my urethra, and now I saw a drop appear in Billy's long slit. "No problem there," Billy assured him. "We're all going to come this morning, but I think you'd enjoy making Jack or Dan come instead of just watching them stroking each other." He moved over next to Dan and grasped him prick, gently massaging the foreskin over the helmet, and Stan moved next to me, reaching for my prick. Dan grasped Billy's prick and I wrapped my fingers gently around Stan's. "We'll get you acquainted with different kinds of cocks," Dan told Stan. "I guess you're already familiar with Billy's?" "Billy and I have jacked together a couple of times," he replied. "I've enjoyed watching his big mushroom squirt." "Stan's got a small tip," Billy said, "but he produces a lot of juice.' "He's got about six inches, like me," I said. "Then he's got at least another inch of foreskin." I was jiggling Stan's foreskin up and down his glans. It seemed loose enough to slide easily over his arrowhead, but the nipple would not stretch to permit full retraction. "Your foreskin's loose enough for long strokes," Stan told me as he pulled my foreskin back behind my corona. "That's a healthy looking helmet, and I like the way it smells, too." "If you pull his skin back a little more you'll pull on his gee-string and make his helmet dip," Billy coached him. Stan did, stretching my nerve-rich frenulum and pulling down the front of my glans. I sighed in delight. "I like that," Stan said. "I'd love to see him shoot with the foreskin all the way back and that purple helmet in full view." I pulled Stan's foreskin back to expose the tip of his glans and saw that it was very wet, proof of his arousal. I traced small circles around his small meatus slit, making him shudder and moan. "Tha-that's nice," he stuttered. "But it's so sensitive it almost hurts." "That's because he almost never uncovers it," Billy said. Meanwhile, he and Dan were working on each other, and I saw their scrotums had tightened. I stopped touching Stan's glans and concentrated on slipping his tight foreskin up and down. "I wish I could pump my foreskin up and down the way I'm pumping yours," Stan said. "I like being able to strip yours all the way down to see the full helmet with its flaring rim. That teardrop shaped meatus you've got is attractive too. It's getting you excited too, because there's lubricant coming out your orifice." He dipped a fingertip into my lubricant and spread it in small circles around my hole. I sighed and leaned over as I pulled his nipple down and blew on the tip of his glans. He shivered and said: "Now that feels nice. Nobody's ever done that to me before." He had my foreskin all the way back and now he blew on my helmet. "Feels nice to me, too," I said. He pulled back harder and made my glans dip as the gee-string stretched. "I wish I could do that," he said enviously. I stopped stroking him and looked into his eyes. "After we've finished here, I can tell you how to stretch your foreskin and retract it all the way, without pain or strain," I told him. His eyes lit up. "If you can do that it'll make a world of difference for me," he said as he resumed pumping my foreskin. I slid his up and down as much as I could, and saw that his scrotum had begun to tighten. Billy and Dan were farther along than we were, and I saw that Dan had his eyes shut. I nudged Stan and inclined my head towards them. "He's almost there," Billy muttered to us as he noticed we were watching. He was giving Dan long strokes, making his glans dip on the down-stroke and bringing his foreskin up to enclose the helmet totally on the up-stroke. Dan's outstretched legs were trembling, and his hand had stopped stroking Billy's prick. "HUNH! HUNH!" Dan bellowed as a long string of sperm shot from his slit onto the towel. He shuddered hard as Billy's fist drew his foreskin back hard, making the helmet dip, and yelped again as another gush erupted from his straining prick. I felt a twitch in my tight scrotum watching this, and saw that Stan's eyes were fixed on Dan, who cried out again and released another stream. "Go for it! Billy, yelled as he brought Dan's foreskin all the way up, producing another squirt from his big helmet. Now he pulled down, baring Dan's hot purple glans, and we saw another torrent of sperm shoot up. The odor of chlorine filled the air as Dan sighed and seemed to slump, the main part of his orgasm over. "Smells like Clorox," Stan said. "They both smell like that when hey come," Billy informed him. Dan lay back on the mattress, exhausted and sinking into his daze. Billy took some Kleenex and milked Dan's prick, sopping up the drops as they emerged from Dan's slit. "Let's finish off Billy," Stan suggested. I nodded and grasped Billy's prick, which Dan had released in his torpor. Stan's fingers cupped Billy's tight scrotum. "Just relax, Billy," I assured him. "We're going to make you come." I began stroking the loose foreskin over his swollen mushroom in full strokes, making sure I compressed his corona as the foreskin rolled over it. "Your tip's darker now," Stan told him as he continued kneading his balls. "Any second....." We felt Billy's body tense as we worked on him, and now saw his eyes close. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" he grunted as a thick gush poured from his long slit, running down over my encircling fingers. I felt his prick throb again through the skin as it erupted again. Billy grunted loudly as he shuddered and blew another hot load. Stan's eyes were fixed on Billy's mushroom as it spit its jets. HUH! HUH!" I heard Billy groan as his prick throbbed again, another torrent erupted from his long slit. His prick and my fingers were wet and slippery, and I was unable to pull his foreskin up. Instead I massaged his bare glans with my fingers, twisting them in the sideways stroke that we all enjoyed. Billy's mushroom throbbed between my fingers in response, and he grunted as his straining prick disgorged another load. Now I put my mouth over the hot mushroom and lightly scraped the broad upper surface with my teeth. His prick jerked in my mouth and I felt a hot jet shoot onto my palate and tongue. I twisted my head and felt his prick twitch, but only a few drops seeped from his slit. I pushed my tongue into his slit, boring in and probing for more juice, feeling the slipperiness of the inside. Now I milked his urethra, scavenging the residue. "Just relax, Billy," I told him as I grabbed some Kleenex and blotted his tip, pulling the foreskin up his shrinking prick to protect the precious tip. Billy lay on his side, an arm thrown over Dan, as he too sank into his daze. "Good," Stan said. "Now we can start again." He grasped my prick and resumed pumping my foreskin, cupping my scrotum with his other hand. I jiggled his foreskin in short strokes as far as it would go without causing him distress. "That's nice," I said. Stan was really exciting me, as I was already primed by Dan's and Billy's climaxes, and I wasn't surprised when he said: "You're helmet's turning darker, and it's going into its final swelling." I felt the increased tension in my body as a tremor started in my legs. I wondered how much longer I'd be able to stroke him, as my orgasm was so close. My mind focused on the delicious sensations in my prick. "I'm gettin' a tickle in my rim," I said. I knew I was right on the edge. Now the tickle spread all over my helmet and turned into a hot tingle. A second later my eyes shut and I howled: "AAAAAHHHHH" as a I felt a hard spasm deep inside me and a burning sensation as a torrent of hot cream shot up my urethra. I shuddered hard as another jet erupted from my straining prick, and a helpless cry escaped my lips. I yelped again as my hips bucked in the frenzy of orgasm, and my throbbing prick ejaculated again. Stan's fingers were pulling down on my scrotum as he pulled my foreskin back hard, stretching my nerve-rich gee-string and making me discharge again. I was overwhelmed by the blissful agony of orgasm, totally enraptured, and incapable of conscious and rational thought. Now I just seeped, although Stan's strokes kept my prick twitching for a few seconds. He must have sensed my orgasm was over, because he now stopped stroking me and I felt my erection subsiding. My body relaxed and I sank into my daze. When I opened my eyes again, Billy was milking my urethra and Dan was dabbing my orifice with Kleenexes. Stan sat by me, watching, as I began to revive. I sat up and turned to him, grasping his prick, which was still erect. With thumb and forefinger I resumed sliding his foreskin in short strokes I knew would not over-stretch it. Dan cupped Stan's scrotum with his fingers, while Billy caressed the insides of his thighs. "You'll have a super orgasm," Billy assured him. "With three of us working on you, you'll really cream." I continued stroking Stan's prick, building up his excitement and watching carefully for the mileposts. His scrotum was already tight, and I sensed the tension building in his body. His breathing had become shallow and rapid. "Your glans is getting harder," I told him. The core of his prick was going into its final swelling, as I could feel through the enveloping skin. I pulled back to expose the tip of his arrowhead. "Your tip's darker too," I informed him. "His tip turns darker red, not purple," Billy said softly. "Any second now. Keep his skin back to see how far he shoots." I followed Billy's lead, just jiggling Stan's foreskin in rapid strokes, keeping the pointy tip exposed. Now Stan's legs had developed a tremor, and I knew he was on the edge. Suddenly his prick throbbed in my fingers and a long white jet shot up into the air about a foot. Stan didn't yelp or cry out, but just made a hissing sound as the orgasm hit him. Another long thin jet erupted from his small slit, again shooting up about a foot and landing on his stomach. His hips lifted off the bed slightly and I heard him moan softly as a third high-pressure narrow stream erupted. His eyes weren't closed, but staring at his prick, watching as it disgorged its loads. Actually, we were all staring at Stan's throbbing prick, fascinated by every thin gush that slammed through the lips of his narrow slit. His prick throbbed again and another thin but powerful jet erupted. He sighed deeply and seemed to relax for a moment, but then his body tensed again as his fifth ejaculation shot from his pointed red tip. Stan's narrow meatus was now just oozing a couple of drops of sperm that dribbled down his shaft, wetting my fingers and dripping down into his public hair. His prick began to soften as the tension left his body. I heard him mutter: "Ohhhh, that was hot...." as his eyes closed and he lay flat on the bed. Billy went into the bathroom, returned with a wet wash cloth which he used to wipe the sperm off Stan's body, including his pubic hair. "Let that come set and it'll be really hard to get off," he said. "Dan and I are going to shower now. Let him lie there until he recovers." They trooped off into the bathroom and a moment later I heard the shower start. I lay down next to Stan, still holding his soft prick, milking his urethra and dabbing the drops of fluid that appeared at his slit with some Kleenex. Stan was definitely dazed by the shock waves of his orgasm, almost asleep, and I let him be. When Billy and Dan reappeared, he opened his eyes and I told him it was our turn in the shower. I skinned back my prick under the hot water and we watched my yellow stream start, flushing me out thoroughly. Stan's foreskin was completely covering his narrow glans, but his stream began about ten seconds after mine. I reached down and pinched the tip of his hood shut, saying: "Let's see what happens now. Tell me if you feel any pain or it starts to feel uncomfortable." His foreskin ballooned out but Stan didn't complain. "See, that shows you don't have any adhesions between your foreskin and glans. Your foreskin's just narrow but we can do something about that." I released his foreskin and the trapped urine gushed down into the shower's drain. Now I pinched it again, and we watched as his hood ballooned out with the pressure of the urine. I let go for a moment to let it drain, and then pinched the orifice shut once more. "You ought to do this every time you take a shower," I said. "This exercise will stretch your foreskin out so you can skin it back." "How long will that take?" he asked. "Weeks? Months?" "I don't know, but there's a way to speed it up. I'll tell you about that next Saturday if Billy has us all over again." We stepped out of the shower, dried ourselves, and went back into the bedroom, where I explained my plan to Billy. "That sounds good," he said. "Let's meet here around nine again next Saturday."