Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2012 07:35:13 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 28, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 28 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 next weekend we spent all day Saturday studying and most of Sunday. Late Sunday afternoon we'd had enough, and I suggested to Dan that he shave the hair from between my thighs so that we could do Princeton with him as the active partner. We undressed and I spread my legs widely to give him access. Dan used his Norelco shaver for this, crawling between my legs, and I felt the mild buzzing in my perineum and scrotum as he worked. The sensation was arousing, and I was half hard when he'd finished. "You didn't have much hair there," he said. "Take a look at me. Maybe I don't have much either and you can shave me." He lay down and spread his legs, and I inspected his scrotum and perineum. "You don't have much there, Dan," I said as I went to work with the electric shaver. It took less than a minute and by the time I was finished he was also aroused. He put his shaver back in the bathroom and returned with a large bath towel, which he spread on the bed. I handed him a bottle of Astroglide and he squirted some between my thighs as I stroked his foreskin gently to make him hard. He slid in behind me and I felt his prick nudging my scrotum. His arm came over my body and his warm fingers closed around my prick, squeezing my glans and bringing me to full erection. "This is really intense for me," he said as he stroked my foreskin back and forth. "I could easily come before you do." I felt the sharp edge of his flaring corona sliding along my perineum as he thrust slowly. "I know, Dan," I said. "We've been used to wearing a condom, so having our helmets naked sharpens the sensations." "I'll have to go slowly until you get close," he said, and I felt him sliding slowly and deliberately, in long strokes, along the insides of my thighs. Feeling his prick there was stimulating for me, as was the back and forth movement of my hood. "Like these long strokes?" he asked as he pulled back hard on my sheath, putting enough tension on my gee-string to make the glans dip. Then he pushed it all the way forward to cover my helmet right to the end, bumping and compressing my ridge along the way. "Oh, I do, Dan. You like it when I do the same to you." "I'm getting a lot of feeling in my ridge," he said. "That's pretty hot. I've got to stop or I'll be coming soon." He ceased his thrusting but kept up the strokes on my foreskin, covering and uncovering my swollen helmet. "Both our tips are pretty sensitive," I remarked. "If you were stroking my helmet directly, without using my hood, I'd be coming pretty fast too." "We don't want that," he said. "Let's make it last as long as we can, so that when we do blow our loads it'll be pretty intense." We'd long ago realized that the longer the build-up, the more intense and prolonged orgasm would be. "I really love your prick, Dan," I told him. "I can feel your ridge and the bunched-up foreskin behind it sliding against me. You've got a beautiful prick." "I love yours too," he said. "I enjoy sliding your skin like this, feeling your hardness through the skin. I enjoy stroking Billy and the others, but when I do you it feels like I'm doing my own." "It feels so good, especially the way you're doing it now, thumb on top and fingers pressing into the underside." "I know, Jack. I'm rubbing your ridge and hitting the hot spot under the head. I know how it feels when you do the same to me." He began stroking me faster now, as he was caught up in the excitement, but he kept his thrusts slow and even. "You've got terrific self-control," I observed. "You're getting me worked up, but you're still going slowly." "Oh, when I get close I'll start pumping my cock into you hard and fast. I won't be able to help it." "I know, Dan. Beyond a certain point I can't stop either. I have to pump faster until my prick explodes." "Without the condom, I'll be shooting all over your balls. Good thing I shaved you down there. It's hard to wash sperm out of pubic hair." "My balls are tight now," I said. "I bet you can feel that with your prick." "Yeah, when I press my tip against them, they feel firmer than before. Mine are tight too." A drop of natural lubricant began crawling up my urethra, producing a mild tickle. "Are you getting lube too?" I asked. "Yeah, a couple of drops now," he answered. "I'll be getting you really wet down there." "You're getting me close, Dan," I said. "Your magic fingers are really doing a number on my prick." "Yeah, I can feel your helmet isn't spongy any more. It's hard, and when I skin you back I can see it's turned darker purple." Dan began pumping harder, and I felt his helmet swelling between my thighs. "You're harder too," I said. Now we were both breathing faster, caught up in the surge toward orgasm, and I knew it would be just a few seconds. "Gettin' a tickle?" he asked as he pumped my foreskin hard. "Yeah," I whispered. "Any second now...." The tickle in my ridge turned into a hot tingle as my eyes closed. I knew that Dan was behind me, and I placed my right hand on my thigh, ready to stimulate him when my orgasm started. His body was now slamming into mine, making the bed shake, and I knew he was going for it. The tingle in my glans exploded, and I felt hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my helmet as the root of my prick contracted, sending a surge of cream shooting up my tube. I cried out, and pressed my fingertips into the bottom of Dan's thrusting prick, rubbing his gee-string as my helmet disgorged its first load onto the towel. I heard Dan yelping loudly as the orgasm hit him. I felt the pulse of his first discharge in my fingertips, and an instant later I felt a hot liquid stream pouring over my tight scrotum, enhancing my sensations. My prick tightened again, and my second hot gush seared its way up my urethra, erupting from my pouting slit. I felt Dan's helmet throbbing hard between my thighs as it poured another load over my balls. My hips bucked and I clenched my thigh muscles to squeeze his beautiful prick as my prick throbbed again. Our bodies shuddered as we struggled together in the frenzy of our orgasms, yelping helplessly as waves of sensation flowed through us. I came again and felt my brother's strong prick thrust and throb between my thighs as he grunted, another blast of sperm shooting through the lips of his long slit. The hot liquid flooding my scrotum enhanced my sensations and another spasm deep inside me produced another torrent of cream that slammed through the lips of my pouting orifice. We were locked together, fueling each other's sensations, writhing helplessly in climax as the hot liquid poured from us. Now we grunted again as the last gushes shot from our throbbing pricks, and then we were still. Our orgasms had been so intense that we sank into a daze immediately, without opening our eyes. After a while, we got up and went into the shower. Under the hot water, we flushed our urethras, and rinsed our foreskins and helmets. I also had to wash Dan's cream from my pubic hair, as some had trickled into it. "Now they're kissing sweet," Dan commented as we pushed our hoods back down. We returned to the bedroom and got under the covers, holding each other's pricks as we lay on our backs. "You'll have to introduce Billy into this," I said. "He seems to favor you, while Ted is attracted to me." "I think it's because you've done the most to make Ted feel good about himself," Dan suggested. Well," I said, "several people we've met through Billy seem to have problems. Harry's unhappy because he was clipped, and Stan's foreskin is too tight. I can help Stan with that balloon kit, but I can't give Harry a new foreskin." "Yeah, and you can't make Ted's cock bigger, either." "We just have to count our blessings, Dan. Nature was good to us, giving us these nice pricks, and our parents protected us from the doctors who are knife-happy." "We ought to tell Harry about how our Dad stretched out his shaft-skin to make a new foreskin. It's not as good as the original factory wrapping, but it looks so natural you can't tell he was ever clipped." Dan gave my prick a couple of squeezes and said: "Billy probably told him already. After all, his father regrew his skin. Maybe in the morning you can slip your cock between my legs. I'd like to feel what you felt today. You really came hard." With that, we went to sleep. In the morning we awoke with the usual full-bladder erections. Dan squeezed mine and said: "Well, since we're hard, let's not waste these." He went to get a towel to spread on the bed. With that done, I skinned him back and blew on the front dome of his helmet, making him quiver in delight. Then he lay on his left side and lifted his leg. I squirted Astroglide between his thighs and spread it over the skin. Then I slipped my penis along his perineum and he lowered his leg to grip it, as I grasped his prick, sliding the foreskin back and forth. "Oh, this is really hot," he said. "I can feel your ridge sliding along my skin, bareback. I love the way you handle my cock, too, sliding the skin over the helmet." I pulled back hard, completely baring his glans and tugging on his frenulum. Looking over his shoulder I saw his helmet dip. I heard a deep sigh and began thrusting slowly. "I love handling your prick," I told him. "I know exactly what you like, what turns you on." I pushed his foreskin forward to engulf his tip, giving it a twist at the end of the stroke. Meanwhile, thrusting against his perineum sent intense sensations into my glans. "I feel your naked tip touching my balls," he said. "They're tight already." "Mine are tightening," I said. "It feels intense sliding between your thighs. It's making me really hot. I won't be able to hold out for long." Our full bladders heightened the tension, making our erections harder. "Go ahead and come," he said. "I'm so hot right now I won't be long either." I was thrusting in long even strokes, pushing my helmet against his tight scrotum with each forward thrust and then pulling back until only my helmet was between his thighs. I felt drops of lubricant crawling up my prick, seeping out of my orifice. "I'm lubing," I said. "Are you?" "Oh, yeah I am," he answered, and I felt a couple of warm drops on my encircling fingers. "Stroke me, keep stroking me. It feels so hot." Now I shifted my grip on his prick, putting my thumb on top to flick the foreskin over the corona and pressing my fingertips into the underside to put pressure on his frenulum. I gave him a couple of long strokes this way and heard his breathing speed up. "You're getting hotter and wetter," I told him. "I really love stroking your hot prick." I kept working the foreskin over the hard core of his penis, exploring its contours. "It feels so good, your hand on my cock and feeling your cock sliding down there. Your cock feels so hot." "It's the friction making it feel hot," I said. "I feel it too, right on the head." I pulled back hard on the foreskin, again making his glans dip. More lube spilled onto my fingers, making it hard to maintain my grip. "Oh, I can feel my tip swelling, with what you're doing," he said. "It won't be long now." As I kept thrusting, the compelling sensations forced me to speed up, and I felt the inrush of blood in my helmet. I felt his glans hardening through the foreskin, losing its sponginess, and I knew we were both close to the brink. ""Your tip's gotten harder," I told him. "Mine has too." "I know yours has," Dan said. "I can feel it right against my skin. Your ridge is really swollen." My wet fingers slipped off his slippery foreskin and now I was touching his naked glans. I felt Dan's body tighten up as the tension built, and his breathing became even more rapid. "I'm feeling that hot ache in my helmet," I told him. "Just a few seconds more." Now I was thrusting hard as my body responded to the sensations. My abdomen slammed against his butt as I drove my prick in the channel between his thighs, glans bumping his balls on each forward stroke. "Me too," Dan said. "That direct action on my tip's really doing it." I was flicking my thumb over his high flaring ridge, while my fingertips strummed his gee-string, and I knew this would draw the orgasm from his body within seconds. For a second, I flicked my index finger over the lips of his long slit to give him an extra thrill, and then went back to his frenulum. "I'm gettin' a tickle in my rim," I said. "Me too," was his reply. My eyes closed as I slipped into the frenzy of orgasm, thrusting hard into Dan as a hot tingle built up in my helmet. A hard throb in the root of my prick made me cry out as my first stream shot into my urethra. I felt Dan's helmet throb between my fingers as he grunted loudly and hot goo poured over my fingers. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted again as I slammed my body against his, shooting a second torrent onto his scrotum. His turgid helmet throbbed again as he released another surge of cream and a strong aroma of chlorine filled the air. Our bodies struggled together as the intense sensations flooded us, and we cried out helplessly when the third shock of ejaculation hit us simultaneously. Dan's hips bucked as I thrust hard into him, and we blew our fourth loads as we shuddered mindlessly. I drew back and slammed against him viciously, thrusting my prick hard to capture the sensations, and we jetted again. Another convulsion gripped us and we gushed a final time. Now our orgasms faded and we lay still, overwhelmed by the crushing daze that fell over us. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and became aware that I was still holding Dan's shrunken prick, and that mine was limp between his thighs. I heard Dan speak: "Man that was so hot, coming while your hot cock was between my legs. I felt it throb against me every time mine did. We shot heavy loads even though we drained ourselves yesterday." We got up and entered the shower, our helmets still exposed, and the hot water stimulated our sphincters immediately. Our thick yellow streams poured out, flushing our systems and swirling down the drain. We milked our pricks and skinned back hard to let the sluicing water rinse every drop of sperm and lubricant from our helmets and hoods. "Oh, Dan, it was wonderful coming together like that. Your prick throbbed every time mine did, and your hot cream poured out all over my fingers." I hugged him to me and kissed him on the lips. "Your juice shot all over my balls, and that was adding to my sensations," he said. "Well, we both loved it, Dan. We'll have to tell Billy what it was like." With that, we got out, dried ourselves, and got dressed for class.