Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 14:16:52 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 31, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 31 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. Two months passed, during which other commitments prevented us from getting together. One Saturday morning we gathered at Billy's house. Present were Billy, Dan, Me, Ted, and Stan. We stripped down and went into Billy's kitchen for our customary coffee ritual. Ted's groin was still shaved, and I reflected that his friend who was attracted to pre-teen boys would choose to view Ted's genitals as immature, given the small size of his penis when limp. The shaven look was definitely pre-teen, and his foreskin tassel enhanced the effect. Incongruously, Ted's helmet-shaped glans made a pronounced bulge in his foreskin, which it would not have done if Ted were really a pre-pubescent boy. Stan's foreskin still covered his long tapered glans, arousing my curiosity regarding how it would look when retracted. I knew his glans was the shape of an arrowhead or strawberry, but seeing it bared would be better. Billy spoke as he poured coffee into our cups: "Show them what you can do, Stan." Stan reached down and pulled back on his foreskin, until his entire glans and the groove behind it were bared. His glossy arrowhead tip was deep red and a drop of clear viscous fluid parted the lips of his slit. I was very happy that he'd finally been able to skin back like the rest of us. "That balloon really worked," he announced. "I've been able to skin back for a couple of weeks now." The aroma of his wet glans wafted through the air. Stan let go of his prick and his hood slid smoothly forward to encase his glans. I'd sat down next to Ted and now I felt his warm fingers closing around my prick, which twitched at the pleasant sensation. He started stroking my foreskin back and forth in little jiggles, and I reached into his lap and began squeezing his helmet through his hood. "Here, Dan," Billy said. "Sit next to Stan. I think he'd enjoy slipping his tip into your skin." Dan sat and Stan grasped his prick and stripped his foreskin all the way back, fully exposing his still flaccid helmet. Dan closed his fingers around Stan's prick and began stroking him. The mutual handling caused their pricks to begin to grow, and soon they were both hard and seeping. "Let's see if I can make your tip dip," Dan told him s he pulled back harder on Stan's foreskin. As he was holding Stan's prick nearly vertically, I was able to see a thick frenulum on the underside, and knew that this explained why his foreskin had immediately slid forward when he'd released it. Dan's fingers were putting tension on Stan's gee-string, and he sighed in delight at the sensation of its nerve endings stretching. "Yeah, it's dipping," Dan said as we watched the pointed end of Stan's arrowhead begin to dip down. "Just like mine," Dan told him. "I know how good it feels when I pull back on your skin." Stan pulled Dan's foreskin down towards the base of his prick, and Dan's helmet responded by dipping. I noticed that Billy, who wasn't part of the action, had started to become erect just from watching and listening. "I'd love it if you'd dock me again," Ted murmured softly as he stroked my prick, bringing me to full erection. He was already hard, as he'd responded very quickly to my touch. I knew that each time I'd squeezed his glans he'd had a throb in the root of his prick. A drop of lube was at the apex of his helmet, filling the oval-shaped meatus. "Let's move to the bedroom," Billy suggested. He went into the bedroom and draped a couple of towels on the bed. We finished our coffee and followed him. Dan and I positioned ourselves in the center of the queen-size bed facing outward, and Ted lay down in front of me, his dripping prick pointing toward mine. Stan took a position in front of Dan, and I heard him say: "Okay, Dan, I've got it skinned back ready to dock with you." Then I sensed movement on the bed as Stan moved closer to Dan to insert his prick into Dan's foreskin. "I'll open up my foreskin so you can put your helmet inside it," I said to Ted, whose perfectly shaped helmet was oozing lubricant in anticipation of being engulfed by my foreskin. I grasped the front edges of my hood to widen the orifice, and Ted pushed his helmet into it, sliding along the top of mine. His tip felt hot against mine as I began sliding my hood back and forth over both. The excitement was contagious, because I felt my scrotum tighten as I stroked our pricks with my foreskin. I felt a tickle deep inside as drops of natural lubricant began crawling up my urethra. "This is wonderful," I heard Stan say. "I've never felt anything like this before." "Just relax and enjoy the new sensations," Dan advised him. "Keep your skin pulled back." "My glans feels so sensitive," Stan told him. "I feel like I'm going to come any second." "Your tip feels so sensitive because you've had it tightly wrapped up all your life," Billy told him. "Good thing Jack gave you that balloon kit to stretch your skin. After you've done this a few times you'll be able to last longer. Right now, just let yourself go." I felt the bed move and guessed that Stan had begun to thrust his glans sharply into Dan's foreskin because of the compelling sensations. Stan's breathing was fast now, and he began to moan. Meanwhile, I was steadily stroking my foreskin over Ted's glans and mine, bringing us closer to orgasm in measured steps. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" I heard Stan yelp as the bed began to shake hard, and I imagined him shooting his jets deep into Dan's foreskin. "He's really coming hard," Dan commented as Stan continued to grunt loudly, lost in the mindless frenzy of his orgasm. "You're not close, are you?" Billy asked Dan. "No, just feeling him filling my hood with his hot juice." Dan replied. "He's shooting deep into my skin, right into the groove behind the head." "Good," Billy said. "I'm horny as hell and when he finishes coming I want to get in there with the buddy sleeve so we can go head to head." "I'll be pretty lubricated then," Dan told him as Stan continued to moan, but more softly now as his orgasm tapered off. Ted spoke to me: "That was so hot, hearing them." He pushed forward to kiss me on the lips. I reached down with my other hand and found that his balls were drawn up against his body, like mine were. I kept stroking our swollen tips at the same slow measured pace so that we'd prolong our pleasure. My foreskin bulged on top, stretched out by his small glans. "I'm lucky you've got room inside your foreskin for me," Ted told me. "That's one advantage of being small, Ted. If you had a helmet like mine or Billy's there's no way I could fit you in." Behind me, Stan had stopped moving and I imagined his erection subsiding, sliding out of Dan's foreskin as his juice dripped down Dan's thigh and onto the towel. I kept up the pace on my foreskin, taking an occasional deep breath to control my excitement. Ted noticed this, and he began taking deep breaths too, as he wanted to make the delicious sensations last. I sensed movement and guessed that Stan was getting up after coming out of his daze. I heard Billy say: "Okay, let me slip the buddy sleeve over your cock to lubricate it. Now I'll take it off and turn it around so that I can slip in on Stan's juice. Here, just hold still, and let me get close to you." "Okay," Dan said. "Your tip's touching mine. It feels pretty hard. I'm gonna reach between your legs and cup your balls." "Yeah, and I'm lubing too," Billy said. "Now just lie still and let me stroke the sleeve. I'll go slow and we'll have a nice long build-up." "I'm getting a lot of lube," Ted told me. "That's good, Ted. That lubricant will soften the sensations so that we'll last longer." "I've heard of guys putting Nupercaine cream on their dicks to make them last longer," Ted told me. "We never have," I replied. "I want to feel all the sensations when I come, and the trick to lasting longer is to relax, go slowly and be well-lubed, like we're doing now." "Oh I know your way is the right way, Jack. I know that when we finally get there, it'll be explosive. My gee-string's rubbing against the top of your helmet, and it's very smooth. I'm not getting too much sensation." "That's right, Ted. My glans is smoother than my foreskin, so I'm not stimulating your hot spot too much. On the other hand, my foreskin's rubbing against your ridge." "Yeah, and that feels so good, Jack. I'm getting more and more excited, but not too much, just enough to make my dick drool." "Mine's drooling too," I told him, "but it's mostly going onto the towel." "I can smell our dicks. They're so hot." Ted's voice was soft, just a murmur. "Ohhhh, that's great," Dan's voice came from behind me. "Your hard tip's pressing into the end of mine." "Yeah, Dan, let's try to stay relaxed and make it last. I'm gonna keep stroking the sleeve nice and slow, so we can feel every sensation." "Oh Billy, I feel every ripple of the sleeve as it rides over my ridge. It's nice on the underside too, where the two haves of my rim meet." "It feels the same to me, Dan. The way those ripples stroke my rim is wonderful. They're gonna feel even hotter when we start to come." "Yeah, we'll be shooting over each other's heads and the hot cream's gonna make it even hotter for us." "Yeah, you're such a hot guy, Dan," Billy said. I felt a slight movement of the bed and guessed that Billy had begun thrusting his prick into the sleeve, compressing Dan's front dome with every thrust. His breathing was faster now. "You're gonna come," Dan told him. "I've been hard for so long I'll be coming with you. Even if you shoot before I do, your hot cream's gonna cover my tip and set me off." The movement of the bed had increased, and I imagined that Billy was caught up in the frenzy of the last stage, his body thrusting on autopilot. "I can't help it, Dan," Billy groaned. "I've gotta come." The bed was shaking hard now, and then I heard Billy yelp: "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as the orgasm overtook him. A moment later Dan joined in: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" grunting loudly as I felt his body shudder against mine. "They're coming," Ted told me. "I wish I could see their tips shooting against each other in that sleeve." Billy and Dan kept grunting loudly as they unloaded and I knew their tips were throbbing against each other as their straining pricks pumped out stream after stream of thick white cream. Meanwhile, I felt that Ted's helmet had become firmer under my fingers. "Even through my foreskin I can feel your helmet's lost its spongy feel," I said. "You're getting close." I felt Ted's warm fingers closing around my tight scrotum, adding to my sensory input. Meanwhile, behind me, Dan and Billy had stopped moving, and I knew they were sinking into the inevitable daze, their erections subsiding. "I am, Jack, and you're not far behind. I can't hold back any more because it's so hot feeling my tip inside your skin." He began thrusting deeper into my hood as I stroked us, and I felt his warm breath against my neck. "Yeah," I rasped. "You're close, and I can feel myself getting hotter." I felt the inrush of blood in my glans, making it expand slightly in its final swelling. "I've got that ache in my helmet," Ted whispered. "That tells me I really need to come now and come hard." The thought of his rising excitement bumped mine up a couple of notches. "I'm getting it too," I said. "I think we'll be coming together." I was no longer trying to relax and hold back. The excitement enveloped me completely, and I was eager to feel that final rush of orgasm breaking over me. "I'm getting that tickle in my rim, Jack." Ted's rock-hard glans was reciprocating spasmodically, sliding over the top of mine, and my thumb was flicking my foreskin rapidly over his hard flaring corona. Our breathing was now shallow and rapid, as we became caught up in the frenzy of the final moments before the wave broke. I saw his eyes close and an instant later so did mine. We were both withdrawing from the world outside our bodies, concentrating on the sensations in our pricks. His glans, bumping over my corona, was making it tickle, and then I heard Ted say: "Tingling, tingling...." My tickle changed to a hot tingle too, and then I heard Ted cry out: "AH-AH-AH-AH" as his prick throbbed hard against mine, erupting in a torrent of hot cream that poured over my straining helmet, sending hot sparks of sensation shooting down my shaft to the root. My hips bucked as the root of my prick contracted, sending a hot stream of sperm shooting up my throbbing prick. I cried out again, my cries blending with Ted's, as my prick throbbed with another jet slamming through the lips of my teardrop shaped orifice. Our hot streams blended inside my foreskin, swirling around my corona and sulcus, and adding to my sensations. Ted's helmet throbbed against mine and I felt another copious gush of cream shoot from his orifice, filling my foreskin to overflowing and making the root of my prick throb in response. I yelped loudly as another hot gush poured from my tip. I herd a voice in the distance: "They're coming now." I didn't have time to think who had said that, for Ted's helmet throbbed again, sending a powerful jet of cream all the way into my hood to the sulcus, where it swirled hotly around my corona and its many nerve endings. This provoked another gush from my prick, and I grunted and shuddered hard as it erupted from my pouting meatus. Our ejaculations overflowed my foreskin and poured out onto the towel as we struggled together, caught up in the ecstasy of our mutual orgasms. I felt another hot gush pouring over my hard swollen glans as Ted's tip throbbed again, and the root of my prick responded by contracting, sending another stream of cream up my urethra. I groaned in pleasure at the joyful agony of my orgasm, and then my body began to relax, as did Ted's. His prick was still tightly wrapped in my hood as it lost its steely hardness and began to shrink, as did mine. I intended to keep his penis inside my fleshy envelope as it went utterly limp, and was glad that Ted was utterly still as we sank into the daze of the afterglow. A couple of minutes later I opened my eyes to see Ted smiling at me. "That was terrific," he said. "You made me come so hard.... Feeling your big helmet throbbing against mine made it hotter for me." "You shot a hell of a big load," I said. "Yeah, you both did," Billy's voice came to me. "Look at that pool of cream on the towel. It's still pouring out of your skin, Jack." I looked down to see Ted's limp and shrunken prick slipping from my foreskin, followed by a thick gush of sperm. Now I felt Ted's gentle fingers milking my shaft, a fingertip pressed into the underside to force the residue out into my foreskin. Then he slid down my body to take my prick into his mouth, tongue probing inside my hood to gather the residual cream. Dan stood behind him, reaching down to milk his prick, skinning him back to let the sperm pour out directly onto the towel. "You guys wanna take a shower?" Billy asked. "We'll go after you." Ted and I got up and went into the bathroom, where we hugged under the shower's warm water. I pushed his foreskin back to lock behind the corona, and the stream of water hitting his glans relaxed his sphincter and his yellow outpouring began. He reached over to peel back my hood, and a second later my stream mixed with his in the bottom of the shower. "We really need that flushing," he said. "We both came so much." "That's because we went slowly," I said. "Then when we finally shot our loads, they were big ones." "It was so intense, with our dicks together," he said. "Our tips were throbbing so hard....." "I know, Ted. It felt heavenly for me," I said as I leaned over to kiss him on the lips. "Billy and Dan must have felt the same thing, with their pricks pressed against each other in the buddy sleeve." "They came before we did, Jack. It must have been the ribs inside that sleeve. They're more stimulating than the smooth inside of your skin." "Yeah," I acknowledged. "I'm glad we lasted longer, though." "Me too," he said as he kissed me. We dried off and went back into the bedroom. Stan, Dan, and Billy were ready for their showers. I asked Billy: "Hey did that buddy sleeve make you come fast?" "Oh, yeah," he replied. "Those rings on the inside really were hot. What friction! I was trying to make it last, but once inside...." "After docking Stan," Dan added, "feeling those ribs rippling over my ridge and gee-string was another sensation. Then feeling Billy's mushroom against my tip was another thing. When he started coming, the throbbing against my helmet made me lose it right then. That's why we unloaded before you guys did. I know you enjoyed it, Ted. You were really loud when you came." "Oh, I know I was," Ted replied. "It was sensational because Jack went slow, taking his time, and we were really ready when the climax hit." "We were more than ready," I said. "We both had that ache in our helmets that we sometimes get when we really need to come and it's overdue. That came before the tickling and tingling started." "I know what you mean," Dan replied. "That's when we're ready to explode, one way or the other." I was now 21 and Dan 19, and our lives continued as before. We were struggling through our college courses, but still found time for enjoyment on the side. One evening we got a phone call from Stan, who invited us to his apartment the following Saturday, an invitation we eagerly accepted. Stan's "apartment" was actually a cottage one of many cottages in the development. I was glad of this, as it afforded us a greater degree of privacy than if it had shared common walls with other apartments.