Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 14:37:32 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 38, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 38 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. A couple of birthdays passed, and I was now 24 and Dan 22. Billy had finished law school, passed his bar exam, and joined his father's firm, specializing in corporate law. Dan and I had also finished law school, passed our bar exams, and been invited to join Billy's father's firm to start a new family law division. Although the divorce rate had remained steady, the number of people moving into our area had produced a lot of new demand, not only for divorces but for routine matters such as setting up wills and trusts. Dan and I had bought a house together, much like Billy's, and in fact only a block from his. Unlike his it had four bedrooms, each with an adjoining bathroom, but unlike his, we'd installed a hot tub in the room next to our bedroom. That Saturday we'd invited Billy over, and we were lounging in the hot tub. I'd placed a stack of large towels on the small table next to the tub. We kept the temperature slightly cooler than most other hot tubs, as we'd found that if the water was too hot it made us light-headed when we stood up to get out. Billy was telling us what had happened in his neighbor's house the previous weekend: "Joe's five-year-old son Mike got his cock caught in the zipper in the bathroom. The bleeding was pretty bad so they had to take him to the emergency room. The doctor there cut the zipper off after sedating him heavily, and had to put a stitch in the head." I knew where this was going so I jumped right in: "The kid was circumcised, I bet." "Yeah," sighed Billy. "They had him done at birth. The funny thing about it was that one of the reasons the doctor gave for circumcising him was so that he wouldn't get his foreskin caught in the zipper." "That sucks," said Dan. "I remember I got it caught in the zipper when I was about that age, and I was lucky the zipper bite was on the skin, not the tender head. Jack was really helpful when that happened." "When I heard Dan yell," I continued the story, "I ran into the bathroom and saw him trying to pull the zipper down again. I called Dad and when he saw the problem he went for a pair of wire cutters and cut that zipper right off. It ruined the zipper but Dan wasn't hurt, except for a red spot where the teeth had almost cut into the foreskin. There was no bleeding and it soon stopped hurting. Dan was really careful after that." "At that age I wasn't yet able to pull my skin back, so the tender tip wasn't caught," Dan added. "I'd seen Jack pull his skin back, and knew how sensitive the head underneath was." "Dan probably wouldn't have gotten the tip caught anyway," I said. "When we got old enough to skin back, Dad taught us always to skin back to pee, but then to pull the foreskin forward again before zipping up. I know that I almost got my prick caught in the zipper, but the helmet was fully covered before I put it back in my pants." "I guess you stopped when you felt the first pinch of the zipper," Billy told me. "That's right," I agreed. "I was about ten when that happened, and I knew I had to be careful when zipping up. Usually I made sure my prick was back inside my shorts before zipping up, but I was in a hurry that morning. Still, I caught it in time, and it just nipped the pucker in my foreskin." Immersion in the hot water had relaxed the skin of our genitals, and our scrotums were very slack. I noticed that Dan's foreskin and mine, normally tight, had loosened a lot, and our slits were clearly visible through the widened orifices. Billy's foreskin, normally looser than ours, was wide open and half of his mushroom shaped glans was visible inside it. Dan reached down and inserted his finger into Billy's gaping orifice, tickling the front of his glans. "Oh, that feels nice," Billy responded, and grasped the edge of Dan's foreskin between thumb and forefinger, tugging it out. His other hand closed around my prick, giving it a few light squeezes. Our pricks began distending with this stimulation, and I felt a tickle deep inside as a drop of lubricant began crawling up my urethra. "Before you ask, Billy, let me tell you that when we had this hot tub installed, we ordered a really good filter with the pump. It'll filter out any sperm we shoot into the water, so don't worry about coming in the tub," I said. "That's good," Billy replied. "I'd hate to mess up your tub." "Just don't pee in the water," I added. "The filter can't get that out. Use the toilet in our bathroom." The main bedroom's bathroom was adjacent to the room which held the hot tub. By now, our pricks were fully erect, and I saw that Billy's big mushroom had filled and distended his loose foreskin. His front dome was protruding slightly, and Dan's finger was tracing small circles around the long lips of his slit. "Are you leaking yet?" Dan asked him. "Your tip feels very slippery around the slit." "Yeah, a few drops because I'm getting hot," Billy replied. "Is that going to be filtered out too?" "No, the filter won't get that," I replied, "but the chlorine in the water will break it down. I'm leaking too." My prick was as swollen as Dan's now, and Billy had begun stroking my foreskin up and down slowly. "I like that," I told him. "Not too much friction, and I won't be in danger of blowing my load before I'm ready." We all understood the value of a prolonged build-up in making the eventual orgasm more intense. "I guess you guys have already jacked each other in the tub," Billy suggested. "We did," Dan told him. "It's really nice when we come in here, because we also have all those bubbles coming up around us. I like to sit right over a jet, so that the bubbles come up between my legs." "The bubbles tickle Dan's balls," I explained. "He really enjoys that. So do I." "I guess I'd like that too," Billy conjectured. "It feels like a vibrator, only much softer," Dan told him. "A vibrator always makes me come inside of a minute. I can last longer with the bubbles." "The bubbles also run up his shaft and helmet," I elaborated. "This enhances his sensations because all of his equipment was surrounded by the stream of bubbling hot water." Just explaining this to Billy was heightening our excitement. "It worked the same way on Jack," Dan added. "I had his skin locked back behind his ridge and I'd stroked his helmet until it was in its final swelling. It was dark purple, with the ridge all flared out, and then I just held his cock in the bubbles, and that kept him at that point just before coming for a long while." "That's right," I added. "He held me just at the peak, before the point of no return. My legs were trembling and my toes curled." "I had him moaning then, and he was pretty loud. His eyes were closed too." "I had this hard swollen ache in my helmet then," I said. "I often get that before the tickle starts." "You really needed to come," Billy said. "I understand that. I feel the same way just before I start shooting. Did you get a tickle or tingle in your rim?" "Dan flicked his thumb over my rim, and pressed his finger into the underside, and that gave me the magic tickle," I elaborated. "Then the tingling started and I was gone. It didn't take much to push me over the edge. It took only a few seconds." "His first shot went a foot into the air," Dan said. "He was yelling, really yelling, and it echoed around the room." Billy was listening intently, and I felt a twitch in his prick as Dan described my orgasm to him. The discussion was exciting him, as it was exciting us. "Water's too thin to make a smooth lubricant," Billy said weakly, and I was afraid he'd launch into orgasm right then. Dan sensed this too, for he released Billy's prick. "You're right," I affirmed. "Water's too thin. That's why we keep a small jar of Albolene by the tub." I pointed to it. "Albolene's petroleum based," Billy said. "Doesn't it contaminate the water?" "We have a two-stage filter," I told him. "There's a stage of absorbent material that removes the Albolene from the water. It also filters out skin oils." "I'm so hot," Billy whispered. "Can you make me come now?" I nudged him so that he sat right over a jet, and we saw the bubbles rising between his thighs. He sighed as the bubbles caressed and tickled his scrotum, which was tight against his body. I pulled his foreskin down from his turgid mushroom, lodging it behind his corona, and dipped a couple of fingers into the jar of lubricant. "Just relax, Billy," I urged. "Relax and let us take care of you." I spread the Albolene in a thin film over his glossy engorged mushroom and the bunched-up foreskin behind his rim, and began slow caresses calculated to stimulate him at a measured pace. Dan began tweaking his nipples gently, adding to his sensations. "Are you close?" I asked him. "No, but I need to unload, really need it," he said in an agonized voice. "You've got me so hot." "We'll work our way up to it," I assured him. "Just stay relaxed as much as you can and we'll take care of you." His big mushroom was darker purple now, and his corona felt very firm under my fingertips. "Your tip's not spongy anymore," I told him, as much for Dan's benefit as to inform Billy. I lightened my caresses now, holding his shaft and glans in the direct path of the bubbles. "Can you feel that now, how the bubbles are running up your prick?" The stream of bubbles coursed up along his shaft and around his hot, swollen glans. "Yes, yesssss," he whispered. I saw the lips of his long slit spread slightly as a large drop of lubricant pried them open and emerged to be carried away by the stream of bubbles. I'd completely stopped caressing his glans and was now holding it lightly to ensure that his prick remained in the stream of rising bubbles. I felt it twitch between my fingers, another indication that the bubbles were having an effect. Dan, taking his cue from me, had stopped tweaking Billy's nipples, and was sitting patiently next to him, waiting for the orgasm so that he could resume the stimulation. We could see that Billy's body was tense, his back arched, in response to the soft but unrelenting stimulation. We knew, too, that the bubbles rising through the hot water would not be enough to push him over the edge. Billy's breathing had become rapid and shallow, a sign of his intense arousal. We could tell by the state of his glans, darker purple and rigid, that he was definitely on the plateau. "I'm gettin' that ache in my tip," he muttered as his eyes closed. He was marginally closer to orgasm, withdrawing into himself as the all-consuming sensations in his lower regions captured all of his attention. Dan and I knew from our own experience that Billy's awareness of the world outside his body was dimming as his attention became focused on the compelling need for release. He arched his back further, and the front dome of his mushroom glans protruded from the water. "I nodded to Dan, who resumed tweaking Billy's nipples. I flicked my thumb lightly over his corona while pressing the tip of my index finger into the vee-groove under his glans. Billy's legs began trembling and he threw his head back and started moaning loudly. I knew he must be feeling the tickle in his ridge, which would change into the hot tingle that launches orgasm. I felt his mushroom glans throb hard between my fingers as Billy let out a loud yell that echoed off the tiled walls, and saw a thick white jet slam through the lips of his long slit, shooting a foot into the air before falling back. Billy's hips bucked and his glans throbbed again as he bellowed another anguished cry. Another thick gush of cream surged through his slit high into the air. It fell back, and floated on the surface of the water. Billy was thrusting his prick hard, overwhelmed by the erotic torment of his orgasm as he cried out helplessly and blew another load of hot sperm. His face was contorted, mouth open, gasping as he grunted, moaned, and sobbed at the intensity of the sensations that overwhelmed his consciousness. I twisted my fingers around his glans, adding to the sweet agony of Billy's sensations and bringing forth another torrent of semen. Billy sobbed mindlessly, head rocking from side to side, lips drawn back, as his prick throbbed again and shot another hot stream of thick white liquid. Now he stopped, although a creamy residue still seeped from his long slit, and his body began to relax. Dan stopped tweaking his nipples and with both hands began pushing the floating pools of sperm toward the rim of the tub, where it would be pumped through the filter. Billy's body was relaxing, and I held his head up as he sank to the floor of the hot tub. His prick softened and began to shrink as his erection subsided. His breathing was returning to normal but he'd remain dazed by the aftershock of his orgasm for a couple of minutes, as I knew from experience. Dan's prick and mine remained fully erect, although we hadn't touched them while bringing Billy to climax. The combination of hot bubbling water and the vicarious excitement of participating in Billy's release had kept us fully aroused, and our scrotums were tight against our bodies despite the relaxing effect of the hot water. Our foreskins, though, were still looser than usual, and instead of being tightly puckered at the end, gaped enough to reveal our slits. "That was terrific!" Billy said as he opened his eyes. "I was on the threshold for a long time before I started shooting." "We know," Dan said. "Your body was very tense right then. When you started shooting, your tip was just above water and you shot a foot into the air." "It felt like a high-pressure stream was shooting through my cock," Billy said. "Very intense." He reached over to insert a finger into Dan's foreskin, tickling his slit. "Ahhhhh, that feels nice," Dan responded. "You're ready to go," Billy told him. Although I was as excited as Dan was, I nodded agreement because I was willing to wait in anticipation of a more intense orgasm. Dan moved over to sit on one of the jets in the floor and we watched the stream of bubbles streaming up from under his scrotum and along his prick. Billy pushed Dan's foreskin down to lock behind the corona, baring his glans and gee-string to the tickling bubbles. "Your cock's so beautiful," Billy said. "You've got a straight shaft with the big vein running down on the right, and when I push your skin down your big purple helmet looks so sexy." He was almost drooling as he spoke these words. He dipped a couple of fingers into the Albolene and began spreading the lubricant over Dan's tip. Dan's body twitched at Billy's touch, and I anticipated that he wouldn't last as long as Billy had before ejaculating. As the stream of bubbles was tickling Dan's scrotum, there was no need for me to do so, and I clasped his hand with one hand, and began tweak1ing his nipple with the other. Dan moaned softly, and began to breathe more quickly. Billy's fingertips caressed his helmet, working around his corona and then gently pinching the gee-string underneath. Now Billy's index finger stroked Dan's long slit from side to side, parting the lips. The stream of bubbles continued to flow up Dan's prick, adding their subtle tickle to the combination of sensations he was feeling. "Ohhh, I'm really lubing," Dan murmured. I was feeling drops of my lubricant crawling up my prick as well, just from watching and helping to stimulate Dan. "I hope I can keep from coming," I whispered. "This is so exciting for me too." "Your helmet's getting darker now," Billy murmured to Dan. As he spoke, I could see the lips of Dan's long slit pulsing slightly, parting as the drops of natural lubricant escaped from his urethra. "My tip feels so full, it almost aches" Dan whispered. "I know," Billy told him. "I feel it firming up under my fingers. You're getting closer." I felt Dan's fingers tighten around my hand, another sign of his mounting excitement. "You're right there," Billy murmured. "I'll stop stroking you and let the bubbles do the work." He held Dan's helmet between thumb and index finger, keeping it in the stream of rising bubbles. Dan's breathing was quick and shallow now, and I saw his eyes close as he withdrew from the world outside his body. "I feel a tickle in my gee-string," Dan whispered as the stream of bubbles ran up the underside of his turgid glans, and I saw his legs begin to tremble. "This is beautiful!" I whispered to Billy. "He's right on the edge and the bubbles just might take him through all the way. You might not have to stroke his rim, just hold it in the bubble stream." Billy acknowledged this with a nod and we continued watching. "Tickle's spreading...." Dan trailed off. His breathing was gasping now, and the tremble in his legs increased as his face contorted. His lips drew back in a rictus as he began moaning loudly. Suddenly his prick jerked between Billy's fingers and I saw a thick white stream shoot into the water from his distended slit. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Dan grunted as the full force of orgasm overtook him. Now that Dan's orgasm was in full flight Billy flicked his thumb rapidly over Dan's flaring purple ridge to enhance his sensations. Dan grunted loudly again, his grunts echoing from the tiled walls as another thick jet erupted from his slit, leaving a white rope that hung and twisted in the water. Dan cried out helplessly as his hips bucked sharply in the hot frenzy of his orgasm and his prick ejaculated another heavy spurt of cream that curled and floated lazily to the top. His prick was no longer in the bubble stream but Billy's fingers were flying over his engorged helmet, compressing and rubbing the tortured nerve endings. I grasped Dan's prick firmly at the base and pulled back hard, putting tension on his nerve-rich gee-string and making his glans dip sharply. At this, Dan yelped loudly and I felt his prick throb with another ejaculation as his entire body shuddered. I gave his shaft skin another yank and watched as the long lips of his slit parted and another heavy surge of sperm slammed through them, accompanied by a frantic yelp. Billy's forefinger strummed Dan's gee-string, forcing another jet from his straining prick. Suddenly Dan's voice went up in pitch and we knew what had happened: his prick had become too sensitive. We stopped stimulating him, sensing that his orgasm was over, and we watched Dan's body slowly relax as his breathing slowed and he became very still. Dan's prick lost its rigidity as it began shrinking and Dan sank into a daze. I made sure his head remained above water as he sagged. Billy didn't make his usual comment about smelling Clorox, because the odor of Dan's sperm was lost in the chlorine coming up from the water. We waited for Dan to revive from his daze. My prick was still rock-hard and swollen and my scrotum tight. Billy commented on this: "You're really hard and you've been hard longer than either of us. Your skin's been locked back all this time. You must be ready to come." "Yeah, and I've been lubing all the while. This has been really exciting for me." Now Dan opened his eyes and said: "You're next, Bro." he moved to the side and continued: "Get on to that water jet. I want to see the bubbles running up your cock." I moved over the jet and sighed as the bubble stream tickled my scrotum and ran up the sides of my prick. Dan grasped my swollen glans by the sides and adjusted its position so that the bubbles tickled my gee-string. "Feel that?" he asked. I sighed and he said: "Now you're feeling what I was feeling. Just relax and let it work on you like it did me. When you start to come Billy's gonna stroke your ridge to make it hotter." I tried to relax but felt the tension building rapidly in my body. "Your tip's really dark purple now," Billy observed. "Your hole's pouting in that beautiful teardrop shape." "I'm feeling that ache in my helmet," I told them. "I'm going to be coming soon." The soft caress of the bubble stream along my shaft and glans was pushing me toward the brink. Billy's fingertips were still coated with Albolene from when he'd done Dan, and now he ran his forefinger along my hard flaring corona, making my prick twitch as I sighed deeply. "That was nice," Billy, but I think the bubbles tickling my gee-string are going to make me come, like they did Dan." A trickle of natural lubricant seeped from my orifice and I felt more drops crawling up my tube. "I'm feeling a slight tickle in my gee-string," I whispered as the sensations mounted. "That's it," Dan murmured. "The feeling's gonna get stronger." He was right. The tickling sensation increased, bringing me to the plateau of excitement, hanging on the edge. My legs began trembling and my breathing became shallow and rapid. My awareness of the outside world dimmed as I focused increasingly on the sensations in my genitals. "He's close. He's right there," I heard Dan say in the distance as my eyes closed. The tickle in my gee-string strengthened and spread into my corona. I felt Dan's fingers give my helmet a sudden squeeze and the root of my prick throbbed reflexively. "My tip's tingling." I whispered as I felt the wave of orgasm come over me, breaking slowly. Now I felt a hard throb deep inside and I grunted: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as a stream of hot lava seared its way up my urethra and slammed through the lips of my pouting orifice. I felt a lubricated finger flicking over my hard ridge as another spasm gripped the root of my prick, sending a second surge of hot sperm up my tube. My hips bucked in the mindless frenzy of orgasm as I cried out again, and another hot jet erupted from my meatus. My shaft and helmet throbbed and tingled as I yelped helplessly, and another ejaculation burst from the front dome of my glans. My entire body shuddered, caught up in the joyful agony of orgasm, and I was gasping and grunting in response, aware of nothing but the overpowering sensations in my prick. Billy's fingers flicked relentlessly over my corona, rubbing and compressing its nerve endings, and sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my helmet. I cried out again as another hot jet shot up my prick and into the water. Now my tip suddenly became super-sensitive. Dan and Billy sensed this, because they stopped stimulating my glans. The bubbles continued tickling my genitals, but the effect was so soft and subtle that it didn't bother me. I began to relax as the hardness in my prick subsided and my helmet became spongy again as it shrunk. My breathing slowed as I sank into the daze that always follows orgasm. Later, I opened my eyes and said: "That was really nice. I came pretty hard, with your help." Billy responded with: "You were excited longer than we were before coming. That's why you were the fastest to come, and it was hotter for you." "Yeah, Bro, that's the way it works," Dan affirmed. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "You're the best brother a guy could ever have." Billy looked at him and said: "I envy you so much. I'm an only child, never had a brother, and I know what I missed." The three of us hugged in the swirling water.