Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 04:17:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 9, Incest Growing Up Intact, Part 9 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. Ken left to return home to Arkansas after another week, during which Dan and I enjoyed a few more sessions with him and Billy. A few weeks after that, during which Dan and I practiced Princeton, used the buddy sleeve, and stroked each other, Billy contacted us again. He said he'd met a boy from another school who was fascinated by foreskins, although he didn't have one himself. We arranged to meet at Billy's house that Friday afternoon, as his parents were again conveniently out of town visiting relatives. When Billy opened the door for us we saw that he stood carefully behind it so as not to be seen from the street. We weren't surprised when we entered to see him with an erection. He led us to his bedroom, where another boy sat on the bed, also aroused. He seemed to be about 17 years old, and was blond like Billy. "We didn't wait for you to get started," Billy said by way of introduction. "This is Mike, the guy I'd told you about." Mike stood and we shock hands all around as Dan and I introduced ourselves, and then Dan and I quickly undressed while Billy and Mike stroked each other's pricks languidly. Mike had a handsome penis, about six inches overall, with a straight shaft, vein running down the right side, and a large glans. The glans was the distinguishing feature of his prick because it was a "bell-shaped" head. With a round front dome like ours, his tip expanded to a high flaring corona that flared all the way down. His flange didn't sweep forward like our helmets, but dropped almost straight down so that the effect was like a bell, hence the name. As I sat down next to him, I saw that he had a small frenular delta, unlike my large one. Anchored inside it was his gee-string, which he'd been lucky enough to retain despite his circumcision. A thin, barely visible scar ran around his shaft about 1 1/2" behind his corona, which I later learned was typical of a Plastibell circumcision. "Hey! You still have your gee-string," Dan commented. "Yeah, that's because I wasn't cut tight," Mike explained. "A lot of guys don't have theirs anymore." "Mike's got a lot of skin left," Billy added. "When he's soft it bunches up behind the head. Even hard he's got enough to stroke over half the head." Billy demonstrated by pulling Mike's shaft skin up to engulf half of his large bell, which was dry and leathery from having been exposed since a couple of days after his birth. "My family doctor's the one who cut me," Mike said. "He told me that he did it because my mother insisted, but he cut off as little as he could get away with." I nodded in understanding, as I knew that often it was the mother's idea that the son be cut. I also detected a tone of resentment in Mike's voice as he spoke, and asked: "You blame her for it, I guess?" Mike nodded and added: 'I'll never forgive her for it. She knew that. When she killed herself driving drunk one night, I didn't even care, the bitch. I was even glad, because she'd been miserable to both me and my father." I shook my head sadly. "Well, now you've got three skins to play with," Billy reassured him. "You seem to be enjoying mine, and now you can play with Jack's and Dan's." "They've got lots of skin, like you do," Mike observed. Even without physical contact, our pricks had begun to swell into their fleshy coverings, stretching our foreskins. I edged up to Mike and said: "Go ahead and touch. Feel how it slides back and forth." He responded by grasping my prick around the head and pushing the foreskin back tentatively. Billy grasped Dan's prick with his other hand and squeezed his glans through the fleshy covering until it was fully hard. "See how he's got enough to cover the head, even when he's hard?" Billy asked Mike. "Yeah, just like yours," Mike answered. "You guys are so lucky." "We are. We admit it," Dan responded. Mike was gently stroking my hood, half uncovering my helmet and then pulling it forward again to the end, when it formed a pucker. Then he leaned forward, smelling my foreskin, and then blew on my glans, the sensation exciting me further. "I love the way you smell, like a real man," he murmured. "I wish my dick smelled that way." Now he licked my pucker and slipped his tongue inside it, making me sigh. "I love the taste of uncut dick," he added. "Yours tastes a little different from Billy's." "I think you'll find that my brother's prick tastes just like mine does," I told him as I felt his tongue-tip probe my pouting orifice. "You lube tastes salty," he said, momentarily removing his mouth. Then he probed the depths of my foreskin all the way back to my corona, running his tongue down one side and then the other. His grip on my shaft tightened slightly and I felt him pulling my foreskin back off the glans slowly, stretching the orifice and its many nerve endings. His tongue-tip traced small circles around my pouting orifice. My scrotum began creeping up against my body. Once he had me skinned back my foreskin dropped into the groove behind my corona, locking in place. "Your slit looks like an upside-down teardrop," he commented. "You don't see that very often. It's beautiful" "Your prick head's unusual too," I told him. "I mean really beautiful. You've got a bell shape, with the flange going down almost to the bottom." I'd seen a variety of glans shapes, helmets like mine, strawberry or arrowhead type, cherry shaped, plum shaped, mushrooms, torpedoes, and of them all I'd found the bell-shaped glans most attractive. "I really like the bell shape." Now I reached down to grasp his shaft and pulled the skin up to compress his corona and ride up the head about half-way. Meanwhile, Billy and Dan were working on each other's hard pricks, stroking the foreskins slowly in long, full strokes that completely bared the glans on the down-stroke, putting tension on their nerve-rich frenulums. I sat down beside Mike and stroked his shaft skin all the way down, enough to stretch hs frenulum, bringing forth a sigh from him. A drop of lubricant parted the lips of his slit and I leaned down to lick it off. We arranged ourselves on the bed, Dan and I back to back and facing out, while Mike got into a "69" position with me and Billy with Dan. We fell silent as we began giving each other oral sex. "Run your tongue around my flange," Mike urged me. "That feels really good." I complied, my tongue-tip starting in the tiny vee-groove under his glans, running around the top, and down the other side. I knew that my hot breath on his glans was adding to his sensations. Now I lapped at his gee-string, which was his hot spot, and then moved down to his circumcision scar, which I'd heard is another sensitive area on cut guys. I worked my tongue around the tissue between the scar ring and the corona, and his prick twitched slightly. Mike sighed and I felt his tongue probing my foreskin again, first the meatus, and then reaching far inside to caress my corona. I felt him cup my tight scrotum with one hand as he steadied my shaft with the other. Now my lips enclosed his bell-end as my right fist stroked his loose shaft skin up, bumping his flange with each stroke. Behind me, Dan and Billy were avidly sucking each other's pricks, moaning in delight. Mike was an expert at stimulating the intact prick, as he said he'd had lots of practice, and he used the same technique Ken had, stroking my foreskin in time with the movements of his lips. On the down-stroke he pulled my skin down hard, tensing my nerve-rich frenulum and making my helmet dip towards my toes. I felt the tension building in my body, and in another few seconds my glans went into its final swelling, aching for the release of orgasm. I was moaning softly as I continued to work on Mike's prick, knowing that I'd be coming before he did. Now I removed my mouth because I knew I clenched my teeth during orgasm, and didn't want to risk biting him. "I'm gonna come," I muttered as I felt the warning tickle in my ridge. Behind me I heard Dan say: "I'm getting that tingle." Now the hot tingle filled my helmet and shot down my shaft to the root, launching the first spasm. I cried out helplessly as the first spasm flowed through me, and the hot lava stream burned its way up my urethra. I felt Dan's body shuddering against mine, wracked by his orgasm, and I heard his cries of mindless joy as he released his sperm. My hot hard prick throbbed again as I shot my second gush into Mike's mouth, and I saw him swallowing frantically. My hips bucked, driving my prick deeper into Mike's mouth, and I felt my legs trembling as well. The sweet agonizing sensations in my prick made me cry out again, grunting and groaning mindlessly, swept up in the hot fury of my climax. I was dimly aware that behind me Dan's body was gripped in a similar frenzy as he moaned and grunted mindlessly. I felt another discharge slam through the lips of my pouting slit, and then another. A final spasm gripped me, but it was weaker this time, and then my prick settled down to a steady oozing, a mixture of natural lubricant and sperm. Mike removed his lips from my helmet, knowing that it was now super-sensitive, and he stopped stroking my foreskin, just holding my shaft and licking away the drops as they seeped out. Then he said: "Uncut guys always come faster than I do. Your cock's more sensitive than mine. My father was cut, and when I was born she saw that my skin was long and tight and went beyond the head to form a little nipple. My mother told me she had the skin removed from my cock so the head would be completely uncovered like my father's and I'd get more feeling during sex. She didn't know that the skin retracts." I gave him a sympathetic look but said nothing. I was dismayed, but not very surprised that Mike's mother was so ignorant about the penis and how it works. Many women are, and Mike had suffered because of this, getting his foreskin amputated in the belief it would enhance his sexual pleasure. On the other hand, Walter's mother was equally ignorant, and had had him circumcised to prevent him from masturbating. "So she didn't know that the foreskin loosens up when the boy gets older," I mused. Mike nodded and said: "I see I can skin yours back, just like Billy's and Dan's. The head's completely uncovered now, right down to the rim." Mike held my foreskin all the way back while his finger ran up my urethra to milk the residue. He licked away every drop that oozed from my slit and then slipped my hood forward to protect my helmet. Now it was Mike's turn to come and release his pent-up energy. Behind me I heard Billy begin to moan loudly as Dan worked on his prick, and I resumed pumping Mike's shaft skin as I moved my lips around his beautiful bell-shaped glans. I alternated between engulfing his corona with my lips and twisting them around his glans, all the while pulling his loose skin forward to bump and compress his flange. "AH!-AH!-AH!" Billy was the first to cry out as the throes of orgasm gripped him, and I felt the bed shake hard as his body shuddered. Billy was very loud, and I knew that Dan was giving him a very intense climax to pay him back for his pleasure of a couple of minutes ago. After several more urgent cries, Billy quieted down, and I knew he was totally drained. Meanwhile, I felt the tension building in Mike's body. His scrotum had been tight all this time, and now I felt his bell-shaped glans go into its final swelling, filling my mouth. The flange expanded and hardened, and the salty seepage from his slit increased. "Ohhhhhhh," Mike was moaning, poised on the edge. I twisted my lips around his flange and then pulled back, bringing his loose shaft skin up to compress it. "Getting that tingle yet, Mike?" Dan asked him. Mike nodded wordlessly, and then cried out as the orgasm began to rock his body. His big tip throbbed hard against my tongue and palate, disgorging a torrent of hot cream that I quickly swallowed. Mike grunted hard as his prick throbbed again, and I swallowed another load. Now I kept my lips covering his bell just short of the flange, which I kept bumping rhythmically with his shaft skin to maintain the stimulation. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Mike grunted as his shuddering body shook the bed. I felt each throb in his shaft and glans as the spasms deep inside him shot his sperm up his tube to gush out of his slit. Mike's cream tasted salty, but without the chlorine odor that characterized mine and Dan's. His beautiful prick discharged another stream, and then lapsed into oozing. I milked his urethra to drain his residue and then released his softening prick. Mike flopped onto his back while the three of us sat one the bed. "Mike's pretty good at it, isn't he?" Billy asked me. I nodded affirmatively and asked him: "Did Dan take good care of you? Did he have a good one too?" I'd heard their cries and felt the bed shake when they'd come, but wanted to hear it from them. "Oh, Dan did great!" Billy replied. My build-up was longer than his, so I came more. At least I think I did." "I think he did too," Dan agreed. "I came hard and really dropped a load, but Billy shot more than I did, I think." By this time Mike had roused himself out of his daze and Billy suggested that we take a shower to rinse off. The shower stall barely accommodated us, and we stood facing inward so that the spray would run over the front of our bodes. Billy, Dan, and I skninned back to let the hot water run over our tips and within seconds we released our yellow streams down the drain. We all understood that this served to flush out any residue in our systems, and we milked our pricks thoroughly. Billy, Dan and I pulled our hoods down to cover and protect the precious heads, and then the four of us got out and dried off.