Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 07:48:17 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 34, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 34 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 following Saturday we again gathered at Stan's garden apartment, but found that he'd also invited Billy, and we arrived at the same moment. When Stan admitted us, we saw that he was naked, and we hurried to strip down before following him into his kitchen. Stan had four cups out on the table and was filling them when we entered. He addressed Billy: "We had a hot time last week. You know how Jack reacted when he got a shot of hot cream down his hole. Well, last week I did it for Dan, who'd never had that experience. I found that the point of my glans fit into the lips of his long slit and I pumped six loads down his tube." Dan confirmed this: "Yeah, Billy, I'd never felt that before, but when he shot his hot cream into my slit I was in seventh heaven. Now I knew what Jack had felt. When we'd used the buddy sleeve, our tips were aligned perfectly for only one or two shots, but Stan's tip was in me the whole time, and he unloaded six times and I felt every one. Each time he shot down my cock I came again." We drank our coffee and Stan poured us another round. "Since you have a long slit like Dan's," said Stan addressing Billy, "you ought to experience this too. I think the lips of your meatus will part enough to accept the end of my glans, and if so I can shoot all of my discharges into you, not just the first one or two." Discussing this sublime experience was making us all hard and aroused, and I felt Dan's fingers close around my prick. As he began sliding my hood back and forth, I grasped his helmet through the covering flesh and began my rhythmic squeezes. Within seconds we were rock-hard. Stan, in turn, had begun stroking Billy's foreskin, and soon his big mushroom was engorged with excitement, purple and glistening as Stan pulled down on his hood. I saw that a pearl of clear lubricant had parted the lips of Billy's long slit. Billy's fingers were wrapped around Stan's prick, covering and uncovering the pointy red tip. A drop of clear viscous fluid was poised at its apex. Stan got up and led us into his bedroom, where he spread a towel on the bed. He and Billy lay facing each other, the ends of their pricks touching. I sat behind Stan, grasping Billy's foreskin in my right hand and Stan's in my left. "You guys just relax and let me do the work," I told them. "You'll last longer that way." Dan took up a position next to me and stroked my hood with his right hand and his own with his left. "I'll keep us going while Billy and Stan are getting off," he said. Now I was covering and uncovering their tips, bringing them slowly to a plateau of excitement. "I know you want to come together, with Stan shooting a second before Billy," I said. "You'll have to let me know how you're doing when you get close." Both were copiously secreting lubricant. "You're both leaking a lot, guys," said Dan. "That's good, because it makes your hoods very slippery and softens the sensations. You'll last longer that way." I kept stroking them slowly and methodically, but despite my slow pace and light touch I saw their tips darken as I felt them harden through their foreskins. "My mushroom's dark purple," Billy murmured. "I know I'm gettin' close." His breathing was now rapid and shallow. "Stan's tip is dark red now," Dan whispered. "I'm gettin' that tickle," Billy said. I stopped stroking his prick and held the foreskin back, to give Stan clear access to his long slit. Stan pushed his pointy glans closer to Billy's big mushroom as I held Billy's foreskin back tightly to put tension on his nerve-rich frenulum. Billy gasped as their wet tips touched. I kept stroking Stan slowly as he grasped his shaft and guided the narrow apex of his glans into Billy's long slit, which parted without difficulty. Billy's eyes closed as he withdrew into himself, concentrating on the rush of sensations. "I'm inside you," Stan whispered to Billy. "My glans is tickling now." I kept my grip on Billy's supple foreskin, keeping it back hard behind his corona. I knew that the tension on his frenulum was having its effect, because Billy said: "It's startin' to tingle." I felt the tension in his body. Stan had taken over the stroking from me, now applying friction to his bare sensitive glans, and his eyes closed as he began gasping. I was holding his prick lightly by the shaft, and now I felt a pulse on its underside. "AH-AH-AH-AH" he cried out as his prick shot its first jet deep into Billy's urethra. Billy shuddered hard: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he burst out as the root of his prick responded to the hot liquid coursing down his tube, and I saw a flood of white cream erupt from the long lips of his meatus, coating Stan's tip. Stan cried out again as he released a second hot jet into Billy's straining prick. Billy yelped as he unloaded another torrent of hot cream in response. Dan had stopped stroking my prick, and I knew he was concerned that I'd go into orgasm as well because my helmet had firmed up and was now dark purple. My eyes were riveted on the juncture of Stan's and Billy's pricks as Stan yelped again, and I knew that another jet of liquid fire was coursing down Billy's urethra, triggering another discharge from him which coated Stan's prick and fingers. I felt Billy's prick throb between my encircling fingers each time he shot, and it was clear to me that each of Stan's hot jets launched an ejaculation from Billy's straining prick. "Wow, they're really into it now," Dan said as he watched the spectacle unfold. I nodded in agreement as Stan yelped loudly, his straining body shuddering hard as he shot his fourth eruption through the lips of Billy's meatus and down his tube. Billy grunted loudly as this triggered his liquid response. "AH-AH-AH" Stan cried out as his hips bucked, thrusting the tip of his narrow glans farther into Billy's slit as it blew another load into him. Billy's immediate response was another hard throb as his prick discharged another heavy load that flowed out around Stan's narrow tip and onto his shaft and balls. Billy's breathing was ragged, punctuated with loud grunts, as the full force of orgasm roared through him. I felt his body shudder in the hot frenzy of his intense climax. Stan yelped again as his prick throbbed in my fingers, shooting a sixth blast deep into Billy's mushroom and shaft, to be met by Billy's convulsive response that ejected their cream through the lips of his wide-open slit. Now Stan had finished ejaculating, but his prick still twitched between my fingers as it seeped the last drops. Likewise, I felt twitches in Billy's prick as his orgasm tapered off. Then they were still as their erections began to subside, their pricks softening as they went into the deep relaxation of the afterglow. A pool of creamy sperm soaked the towel beneath their pricks as they sank into their daze, and I let go of them. Dan's warm fingers again closed around my erection, and I grasped his. We sat on the edge of the bed, lovingly stroking each other's pricks. "We're not in a hurry," Dan said. "We can wait for them to come to." I knew he was right. We'd wait, keeping each other aroused, but not to the point of orgasm. Dan and I were hardly stroking, applying little jiggles to maintain our excitement and avoiding the long hard strokes that would precipitate climax. Our experience had always been that, the longer we remained aroused, the more intense would be our climaxes when they arrived. Billy and Stan were so exhausted by their exertions that it took several minutes before they opened their eyes and regained full consciousness. "Billy and I are gonna take a shower," Stan announced after they'd gotten up and he'd taken the towel off the bed and wadded it into a bundle. Their pricks were small and utterly limp, Billy's bulging at the end and Stan's looking like a tapered worm. "69?" I asked Dan, and when he nodded we lay down facing each other, pricks pointing at each other's faces. The aroma of his intact prick wafted across to me, and I was sure he smelled mine too. Dan's foreskin, like mine, was fully forward, and I gently grasped his shaft to stabilize it and slipped my tongue-tip into his thick pucker. I heard him sigh, and then felt his tongue insinuating itself into my foreskin's pucker, making me shiver. I pulled back on his foreskin, exposing the large front dome of his purple helmet, and blew on it. I felt him quiver, and then he did the same to me, making my prick twitch. Now I probed Dan's long slit with my tongue, tasting the salty lubricant that had started seeping, and tickling the inside of his slit. Dan's tongue-tip pushed inside my pouting, teardrop shaped orifice, enhancing my sensations. I pulled his foreskin forward again, docking my tongue, and I pushed my tongue all the way into his hood, caressing his nerve-studded corona and probing into the deep groove behind it. I felt Dan's tongue deep inside my hood, exploring my many nerve endings and stretching my foreskin with its thickness. Now he pushed my hood all the way back off the glans and said: "Your cock smells so nice, Bro." He inhaled deeply as my foreskin locked behind my ridge. Dan and I both loved the smell of a fresh clean prick. Now I pulled back and pushed Dan's foreskin slightly off his glans, exposing his blunt front dome. Then I pulled it towards me, masking his helmet entirely. I pushed it back a little farther, revealing a little more of his glans, and blew on it. Then I pulled it towards me again to envelop his prick completely. I pushed it back again, this time to about the half-way point, and blew on his glans. I felt his prick twitch between my fingers, responding to the stimulation, and I heard him moan. Meanwhile, Dan's tongue was working around my corona and into the groove behind it. Now it came down to lap at my gee-string, nestled inside the deep vee-groove under my glans, while the fingers of his other hand tickled my scrotal hairs. I felt a tickling deep inside me as drops of lubricant crawled up my urethra, flowing towards the end and my pouting slit. I pushed Dan's foreskin back again, exposing more of his wet glossy helmet to my gaze as I inhaled the delicious aroma of his helmet and foreskin. A large drop of clear viscous lubricant was poised between the lips of his long slit, and I licked it away, relishing its salty taste. I pulled his hood toward me again, completely covering his tip. Now I pushed it back again, going farther so that the widely-stretched orifice was poised on his corona. I licked at the sensitive gee-string under his glans, making his prick twitch again. I pulled his hood all the way forward again, covering the tip, and then pushed it back all the way, slowly, until it was tightly stretched back along his shaft, putting tension on his gee-string and making his helmet dip. Stan and Billy had finished their shower and dried themselves, and now were standing by the bed watching us, arms around each other's waists. Meanwhile, Dan had stripped my hood back and was pumping it as he moved his warm lips along my glans, giving me both friction and pressure on my many nerve endings. I felt the inrush of blood in my helmet, and it engorged to its final swelling. "You're ready to come," he said. "Let me bring you off and then you can do me." I nodded and removed my mouth from his prick. "Your tip's dark purple and the rim's really flaring," he continued, and then wrapped his lips around my glans again, twisting them around my rim as he pumped my foreskin. I felt the stretching of the nerve endings in my frenulum as he pulled back hard to make the head dip. He strummed my taut gee-string with his tongue as his lips continued the delicious sideways friction around my hard, flaring corona. My eyes closed. "My rim's tickling, Dan," I whispered, and a couple of seconds later, between rapid and shallow breaths, I murmured "tingling." The hot tingle spread all over my helmet, and then exploded, sending a hot rush of sensation into the root. I heard Billy's voice say: "Go for it, Jack! Let it all out!" "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted hard as the first jet of hot lava seared its way up my urethra. I was in the mindless free-fall of orgasm and a second eruption gushed up my throbbing prick and shot into his mouth. I shuddered hard as my straining prick blew another heavy load into his mouth, and I cried out helplessly at the intense sensations. Dan's hot tongue drilled my pouting orifice as another gush poured out, and then he strummed my frenulum again, bringing forth the last hard jet. Now I was just dribbling, and my tip became super-sensitive. Dan sensed this and stopped the intense friction, lapping at my slit as the residue seeped out onto his tongue. "Dan and Jack always smell of Clorox when they come," Billy told Stan. "I'm sure you noticed that too." Stan nodded affirmatively. Billy lay down behind Dan, fitting his body to him. When I regained full consciousness after a couple of minutes, I found that Dan had pulled my foreskin forward after licking my prick clean and milking out all the residue. I saw his engorged prick pointing at me when I opened my eyes, Billy's fingers sliding his foreskin slowly back and forth. Now Billy removed his hand from Dan's engorged prick and I slid my lips over it, pushing back his hood to bare his glans right down to the sulcus. I slipped my tongue inside his long slit as Billy and Stan watched. Dan's lubricant tasted salty as usual. I saw Billy's hand snake between Dan's thighs to cup his tight scrotum. "I'm gonna use that killer stroke Ken taught us," I said to Dan as I pumped his hood while working on his swollen helmet with my lips and tongue. "Oh, do it, Jack," he said. "That always makes me come so hard." My lips felt the increasing firmness of his helmet as it lost its spongy feel and went into its final swelling. "I can feel the tension in his body," Billy said softly. "He's getting closer." Dan's breathing was now shallow and rapid. "His eyes just closed," Stan added. Now I twisted my head as I pumped Dan's supple foreskin full-length, bumping it against my lips on the forward stroke, and then stretching his frenulum, making his glans dip, on the back-stroke. The flow of salty, viscous lubricant increased during the last seconds before the onset of his orgasm. "Tingling," I heard Dan gasp as I made his glans dip again, and then he howled: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as the first hot stream jetted from his long slit onto my tongue. Billy's fingers had felt the hard pulse in his urethra and he said: "Dan's coming now." His hot helmet again throbbed hard in my mouth and he cried out helplessly, his body shuddering, as he shot another torrent of juice into my mouth. I worked hard to swallow it, for I knew that another chlorine-smelling load would be erupting momentarily. I pushed my tongue-tip into Dan's long slit, feeling the thick, viscous liquid squirt out around my tongue as his prick throbbed again. Dan was grunting and groaning loudly as his body quivered in the hot frenzy of his orgasm, and I felt his hard prick thrust deeper into my mouth as he erupted again. I heard Stan comment: "His face is really contorted. You'd think he was being tortured." I knew that both Dan's face and mine contorted under the blissful agony of orgasm, and anyone listening to our cries might think we were being tortured. Now, I heard Dan cry out again as I felt his prick throb in my mouth, shooting another forceful blast onto my tongue and palate. I pumped his foreskin hard to enhance his sensations as he discharged, rubbing and compressing his nerve-studded ridge and bringing forth another load of hot cream. Now I stopped, as the tone of his cries had changed, and I knew his prick had become super-sensitive. The main part of his orgasm was over, and he merely seeped residual sperm onto my tongue. I sensed that Billy was milking his urethra behind the scrotum, and I milked his shaft, pushing my finger along the prominent tube on the underside to force out the last drops. His helmet lost its engorgement and his prick began to shrink between my lips. Dan became very quiet as his body relaxed, exhausted by the heavenly but overwhelming sensations he'd just experienced. "Well, Jack, you really gave him a hot one," Billy observed. "Yeah, he had a full-body orgasm," Stan confirmed. "Dan and his brother always turn each other on that way," Billy told him. "They're so compatible, and I don't mean only sexually. All the years I've known them I've never seen them fight or even argue. They really get along well." "They're lucky," Stan said. "A lot of siblings don't." "There's never any rivalry or jealousy between them," Billy added. By this time Dan had opened his eyes and he added: "My brother always looked out for me, even when we were kids. I remember how he held me and coached me when I had my first dry orgasm. It's great to have an older brother like him." He punctuated his words by kissing me on the lips. "Our parents always told me to take care of my little brother," I said. "I let Dan watch me when I had my first dry come and I made sure he understood what was happening. I knew that that first orgasm was always frightening because it's so intense, and I made sure I was with him when he came for the first time." "It was really reassuring to have Jack holding me while I was stroking my cock, explaining what it would feel like and telling me not to be afraid, that I wasn't breaking anything." Dan hugged me hard as he said this, and I hugged him back.