Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2012 09:41:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 12, Incest Twin Brothers, Part 12 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. Jim and I were identical twins, and when we'd been born our mother had had Jim circumcised to provide a sure-fire way of telling us apart. Our pricks were identical, with straight shafts, prominent vein down the right side, and large purple helmets with flaring crowns and teardrop orifices, the only difference being that Jim lacked a foreskin. During our early 20s Jim had decided to stretch his shaft skin to form a new hood, and I had started to stretch my already ample foreskin to gain enough length to dock him, something we ardently desired. Up to now, I'd been able to partly dock him, covering most of his glans while overlapping the rest with his growing foreskin. The day came when I had enough length of foreskin to dock Jim, enclosing his swollen helmet all the way back to beyond the rim. Jim had gained more as well, but not enough to dock me. I was finished with the 3rd cone, and Jim was ready to use it in his skin stretching effort. We'd just passed our 25th birthday, and of course we celebrated this restoration milestone by docking. We awoke that morning, our pricks swollen because of full bladders, and Jim removed his cone. I didn't, as I had not used a cone that night, having enough length. We walked to the bathroom to relieve ourselves, the short walk causing our erections to subside just enough so that we could pee. At first, only thin streams poured out of our orifices, increasing in strength as our bodies relaxed. When we'd finished, we went into the kitchen to have our coffee and toast. "I can't wait for you to dock me now," Jim said as he sipped his coffee. "A few weeks ago, your skin just reached my rim but now you can go beyond it." "Right," I responded. "This time we won't need to put your foreskin over mine. We'll do single layer docking." "Then when we come, the cream's going to leak out the end of your skin," he said. "We won't get distended the way we used to." "Yeah," I agreed. "It got just a bit uncomfortable when our juices were trapped inside. It was mostly pleasant, but I always worried about tearing our foreskins. This way, although my hood will get stretched, the excess can flow out." As always, our sexual discussion, plus the anticipation of the pleasures to come, was having its effect, and our limp pricks had again started swelling. I reached out to give Jim's tip a few gentle squeezes through the covering skin. "It always feels s good when you do that," he sighed. His thumb and forefinger squeezed my helmet through the hood, sending blood rushing into my prick to distend it. "Feels as good when you do it to me," I said. "We always know how to turn each other on." Within a minute, we were fully hard, and I saw that Jim's restored foreskin extended right to the end of his helmet, leaving only a small opening through which his beautiful teardrop shaped meatus was visible. When we were limp, our orifices closed down to slits. "You've got a real overhang now," he observed. "The nipple's as long as your helmet." "Yeah, and it'll stretch out to cover all of your tip." We got up and went into the bedroom, where Jim spread a towel in the center of the queen-size bed. "We'll really need this now that we'll be leaking cream when we come," he said perfunctorily. We lay down facing each other, our pricks almost touching, and he pulled his foreskin back behind his flaring corona, forming a fleshy collar that filled his groove completely. I gently scratched the underside of his glans with my fingernail, right on the taut frenulum. He caught his breath and said: "That was hot, Bro. Do it again." I did and his body jerked. Now I edged forward, holding the end of my foreskin stretched out, and eased it onto his turgid glans. "That feels so nice," he sighed as I worked it to cover his glossy purple helmet right to the rim. With a final tug, I pulled it beyond his corona, and wrapped the thumb and forefinger of my right hand around the end, holding it in place. I felt the blunt front dome of his hard glans pressing against mine. "Now I'll start stroking," I said. "Nice and slow." I pulled my hood back to just in front of his dark purple rim, and then pushed it forward again to cover it and bump against his bunched-up foreskin ring. It was supremely exciting for both of us because of the erotic friction and the feeling of perfect intimacy this form of sexual contact provided. Oh, nice, Jack!" he exclaimed, thrusting forward slightly so that the dome of his helmet pressed hard into mine, slightly compressing them. This stimulated both our friction- and pressure-sensitive nerve endings, increasing our excitement beyond what we would have expected from the slow stroking. Our scrotums were already tight against our bodies, evidence that we were already more than halfway to orgasm. I felt his hand snake between us, his fingers cupping my balls and gently kneading them. "That's good, Jim," I said as I leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. His tongue worked its way into my mouth, as his helmet was inside my stretched-out foreskin, and twirled around my tongue. I moved my legs to intertwine them with his, increasing our body contact, as I wanted to feel every hot shudder when he ejaculated. Jim pulled his mouth away and said: "I love to feel your big tip against mine. It's so hot and hard." Each slow stroke slid my foreskin over my engorged glans as well as his, and my arousal mounted. I felt my helmet going into its final swelling, with the engorged rim flaring out to its maximum, and through my encircling fingers I felt the same change in his glans. Now I felt a slight tickle in both my rim and front dome, where it pressed against his. "I'm getting that tickle," I whispered. I knew that the tickle would turn into a hot tingle just before my release, and so did he. My swollen glans ached for the supreme moment, when my reflexes would send torrents of sperm shooting up my urethra. "It's tingling now," I continued, as I withdrew from the outside world, my attention focused in my prick as the delicious sensation mounted. "Mine's tickling," I barely heard him say, for at that moment the hot tingle in my glans exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root, and I felt the first hot stream burning its way up my urethra. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly, and Jim began grunting with me as his glans throbbed hard against mine. He thrust his tip hard against mine, and I felt the spasms in his legs as his straining body launched into orgasm. Our helpless cried of joyful agony filled the room as our hot juices mixed inside my foreskin and swirled around my corona. The hot sperm began leaking out over my trembling encircling fingers as we shot again, overwhelmed by sensation, diving into the free-fall of orgasm. Mindlessly we thrust against each other, moaning and yelping as his hot glans throbbed against mine. Time stopped as we were suspended in the throes of our shattering climaxes, our powerful jets splashing against our distended front domes and then running around or helmets, coating them with thick viscous fluid. More hot cream flowed from the front edge of my foreskin, running over my fingers and onto the towel as we shuddered in ecstasy. Our pricks once more throbbed against each other and then my glans became super-sensitive and I stopped stroking because I knew his was as well. We lay still, enjoying the weakening spasms of our mutual explosions as jets subsided into dribbling and then seeping. Now we clung to each other as we descended into the daze that always followed our biological hurricanes. I don't know how much time passed before I heard Jim's voice: "Jack, that was super, so hot! That really blew my mind." "For me too, Jim," I answered in a whisper. "No, Jack, it was better than that," he said urgently. "Remember the time I came first and my juice shot down your hole? Well, this time you started coming a fraction before I did, and I felt your come shooting down my hole. I never came like that before. Feeling that hot juice shooting into me made it so much hotter for me, a mind-blowing experience. My tip was tingling both inside and out." "Our holes must have been lined up," I said. "Sure, we have the same size tips, same shape." "And we were pressed hard against each other," I replied. "Good thing both our slits pout when our helmets get hard." "Yeah, Bro, we can shoot down each other's slit if it's lined up. Now I know how you felt when my come shot into your cock. When that hot jet shot down my hole, I just couldn't hold back any longer. My cock-root contracted and my come started shooting." "Well, Jim," I asked. "Did it feel as good or better than when we tried electro?" "It's hard to compare, Jack. They're different sensations. With electro, it feels like my cock's expanding and being squeezed at the same time. When you dock me, the feeling of our heads throbbing against each other is hot, but different. Then today you shot down my hole. They're both really hot, but I can't say one is better than the other." "I like them both too, but the head to head contact gives it something special for me," I said. "So does the feel of your hot cream shooting into me while your helmet's throbbing against mine. It's more personal, more intimate." "I know what you mean, Bro, and I've got to agree. It's not just physical sensations. I feel more together with you." As Jim finished, he again kissed me, and I felt his hot tongue probing for mine as it pushed past my lips. I hugged him tightly and kissed him back. "I love you, Jim," I whispered, taking a break from the prolonged kiss. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Sunday we got a phone call from Charley. He wanted to come over to show us the progress he had made in his foreskin restoration. We'd just finished breakfast and I told him that he could come any time. We were still naked when Charley arrived, as we knew he wouldn't mind. On the contrary, his eyes lit up when he saw our naked forms. He quickly stripped down to match, and we saw that he had his shaft skin stretched over his glans and a restoration cone, and taped in a tight ring beyond the end of the cone. "You guys know that I wasn't keen about foreskins before I started this," he said. "I was happy I'd been circumcised because I liked to have my tip on display, but then I found out how your tips were more sensitive, and I guess that trade-off made sense. Anyway, most of the day I'm fully dressed, so my dick wouldn't be visible. You two have such beautiful tips I really enjoy seeing them. You both keep them covered, and I'm impressed how you managed to stretch your skin Jim. You were cut at birth, right? Jack, you've got so much skin hanging off the end of your dick it looks like a baby's dick." Jim and I had kept our foreskins forward, hiding our helmets, but now we began sliding our copious hoods back to reveal the precious heads because we knew this would drive Charley wild. "Yeah, Charley," I began. "I like having that much nipple in front. Babies have all that overhang because they need it for growth, but I wanted more so I could to dock Jim's big helmet all the way." Now my long hood was bunched up behind the corona, securely locked in place by my flaring ridge, as was Jim's. "Did you get enough?" asked Charley. "Did he?" answered Jim. "Just yesterday he docked me all the way back to beyond my rim and I had a really blasting come. Jack let go just a fraction before I did, and he shot his first stream right down my hole." "It's a lucky thing our slits pout the way they do when we get hard," I explained. "Another time Jim shot his first load down my hole and it felt like hot lava. That made me blow my load right then." Charley had by now taken the tape ring off and removed the cone, so we saw that even without the tape, how shaft skin now covered the bullet shaped head most of the way. He was rapidly stiffening, and his glans slid out of the new foreskin until it was fully exposed. The glans was glossy, unlike the last time we'd seen it. Jim and I were also getting hard, and now all three distended pricks were protruding in their full glory. Jim and I slid our hoods forward again to envelop our helmets. "Your tips make really big bulges in your skins," Charley remarked. "Those big helmets are made for sucking." He reached out to my brother's prick and began pushing the hood back. "No, don't do that," Jim urged. "You're not used to intact cocks but there's a lot you can do with the skin. Leave it in place and stick your tongue into it." Charley inserted the tip of his tongue into Jim's pucker and probed around. "Feel for my slit and swipe your tongue across it," Jim continued. "There, that feels good." I reached for Charley's prick and began sliding his loose skin up and down the bullet shaped head. "Let's go into the bedroom," I urged. "We'll be more comfortable there." We got up and trooped into the bedroom, where we arranged ourselves on the queen size bed. Charley again put his mouth to Jim's prick, and I saw the bulge made by his tongue as it pushed deeper, probing for the corona. "That's better," said Jim. "You're really exploring inside my hood. That's sexier than just pushing it back and sucking the tip." I resumed sliding Charley's new hood, stretching it forward as far as it would go over the glans as I watched his tongue-tip run around Jim's corona, circling underneath and coming up the other side. Jim's scrotum was now tight against his body and I sensed the tension building inside him as I cupped his balls with my other hand. I continued to slide Charley's new hood along his glans and I felt Jim's fingers playing with my dangling foreskin nipple. Although I was completely hard there was still an inch and a half overhang that made an attractive target for Jim's fingers. He alternated between rolling it between thumb and forefinger and just pulling on it, stretching it out as far as he could. Now Charley pulled his head back aand then pushed on Jim's foreskin with his lips, easing it completely off the head. He began his back and forth movements on Jim's naked glans, and on the back-stroke I saw that his tongue was probing the pouting meatus, adding to the stimulation. He twisted his lips around the flaring rim, and I heard Jim's breathing speed up and become more shallow. His pelvis jerked a couple of times as his excitement approached the peak. Now Charley was really in his element, sucking a naked glans, and it did it with artistry and flair, bringing Jim right up to the point of no return, making him grunt loudly. "HUNH!-HUNH!-HUNH!" Jim grunted as his eyes shut and his pelvis jerked. I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside him as my fingertips pressed into the area behind his tight balls. Now Charley was frantically swallowing the heavy loads he'd drawn from Jim's straining prick and I knew Jim's big helmet was throbbing hard against Charley's tongue and palate. Jim had let go of my foreskin when he'd begun his tumble into orgasm, but watching and feeling him come maintained my excitement. He grunted is sweet agony several more times and then Charley pulled back. "His tip's too sensitive now," he said as we watched Jim's deep purple helmet seep a slow stream of sperm. I was working Charley's foreskin faster now, eager to bring him to orgasm as a reward for what he'd done for Jim. Making Jim come had heightened his excitement and I knew he was close, very close. His tip had darkened in color and his pelvis was jerking as he let out a cry: "OW!-OW!-OW!-OW!" he yelped as a long jet of white cream shot from his slit and over my thigh. His head rocked back as he trembled with sublime sensations, and I stroked him to intensify his climax, drawing more jets from his straining tip. A hot stream of cream landed on my prick and another on the sheet between us. I kept stroking him even after he'd released five loads, as I guessed his glans did not get super-sensitive yet, despite his restoration. Finally, his prick stopped throbbing between my encircling fingers, and he became still, sinking into the daze that had already enveloped Jim. We lay still for several minutes, and then Charley said to me: "Thanks, Jack. That was so hot. Now it's your turn. I'll make that dick of yours shoot a lot of jizz." Continued in Part 13.