Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 09:48:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 13, Incest Twin Brothers, Part 13 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. Charley had come over to show us the progress he'd made in restoring his foreskin, which now covered about half his bullet-shaped glans. He'd regained some sensitivity, but not so much that his tip became super-sensitive during orgasm, as did mine and my brother Jim's. He'd sucked Jim's prick to orgasm and I'd stroked his foreskin to bring on his ejaculations. Now he was recovered from his daze and was ready to give me my climax. "Now you just lie back and I'll get to work on you," he said as he gently pushed me onto my back. He began by licking off the stream of sperm he'd shot onto my shaft during his orgasm. "Your balls are already tight, Bro," I heard Jim say as his fingers gently cupped my scrotum, kneading it to enhance my sensations. "You've been hard all this time, while we shot our loads." Charley grasped my long foreskin overhang and brought it to his mouth. I felt his tongue probing inside it, reaching for my pouting slit. His tongue-tip swiped across it from side to side several times, and then pushed into it, producing a delicious tickling feeling. His tongue then pushed in deeper, circling my corona and tickling my frenulum underneath, and then returning to the flare at the top. Now his lips pushed my long hood back slowly while his tongue worked over the broad upper surface of my helmet, giving me ever-changing sensations that heightened my excitement. His strong fingers pulled my foreskin back until it snapped down into the groove behind my corona, and pulled it back farther so that it was stretched along my shaft. I felt his lips lock behind my rim, and he began sucking. Blood flowed into my glans, engorging it and making the thick ridge flare out even more. At the same time, he pulled back harder on my shaft skin and foreskin, putting tension on my frenulum. Some guys can reach orgasm just by putting tension on their frenulums, and I almost did once, but now I was getting a combination of sensations, intense sucking on my hot straining helmet, and delicious stretching of the taut nerve endings in my gee-string. Jim's fingers cuddling my balls added to my arousal, and I felt that I was being forcefully pulled along the incline to orgasm. My breathing had become rapid and shallow. "Oh, I won't last long, with the two of you working on me," I whispered. Now, with Charley's intense sucking expanding my helmet, his tongue once more probed my pouting orifice, producing an intense tickle that gradually spread over my entire helmet to the rim. I knew I was on the plateau, and the next sensation would be the hot tingle that would bring on my explosion. "You're right on the edge," Jim said to me as his lips touched mine and his tongue probed past my teeth and twirled around mine. Jim knew my body as he knew his own, and easily sensed my level of excitement. I moaned as the tickle in my helmet became a hot tingle, and then grunted loudly as it shot down my shaft to the root of my prick, launching the heavy pounding of orgasm. My hips bucked as the first torrent poured up my urethra and into Charley's mouth. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I grunted as I tumbled into the free-fall of my orgasm. Although I'd come just the day before, I was having a full-body orgasm because of the intense stimulation from Charley and Jim, and I grunted again helplessly as my prick throbbed with its second release. My eyes were closed and my world had shrunk to just my straining prick, hot with sensation. Another hot jet burned its way up my tube, slamming through the pouting lips of my orifice as it shot out into Charley's throat. My tongue was wrestling with Jim's, and his tender fingers kneaded my balls to heighten my sensations as my straining prick shot another torrent. Suddenly my helmet became super-sensitive and I cried out loudly. Charley immediately removed his mouth, as he'd become familiar with how our intact pricks reacted to orgasm. My still throbbing prick flopped onto my stomach, seeping white liquid, the residue of my orgasm. I felt Jim's finger running along the underside of my shaft, pressing into my urethra, milking the last of my sperm. Dazed, I lay very still as Jim delicately eased my foreskin forward to protect the precious head. "I've got a friend, Bill, who'd love to meet you both," Charley was saying as I came back to full consciousness. "He's got a big head on his dick and he enjoys docking. Since you can dock Jim I'm sure you can dock him." This sounded very interesting, and at our urging, Charley phoned him and Bill agreed to visit us the following Saturday. The week went by quickly, and Saturday morning we ate breakfast and waited for Bill to arrive at nine. The bell rang and I let him in. Bill was of course fully dressed but we'd stayed naked. Bill was blond, with blue eyes, and a couple of years younger than our 25. His eyes immediately zeroed in on our pricks and when he stripped we saw that his prick was a "shower," large when limp and gaining only a little length with erection, unlike our "growers" that were small when soft and doubled in length when hard. "You've got a beautiful bell-shaped head on yours," I said as I studied his prick. His glans was large like ours, but the rim's flare was not only on top, like ours, but continued down the sides almost straight down instead of sweeping forward as ours did. The effect was to make his glans appear like a bell instead of a helmet. "Yours are big, too," Bill said. "Even under those foreskins I can see the shape clearly. I wish I had skin like you guys." "You must have been done as a baby," Jim commented. "That's a big brown Gomco ring you've got and they use the Gomco Clamp only on babies." "It looks like you weren't cut too tightly," I added. "You've also got your gee-string and a neat scar. I've seen some jagged scars like they were done with a chain saw." Our pricks had swelled during our introductions, and now as Bill sat between us on the couch our pricks were fully hard. Jim's finger traced the contours of Bill's corona as I spoke. "Your head looks like it's been sculpted," Jim said as he wrapped his fingers around Bill's shaft, working the slack up and down to bump his purple corona. "Don't be shy, you can touch ours and see how the skin works." Bill grasped Jim's prick and began sliding the hood down, slowly baring the glans. "I love that deep purple color," he said as Jim's helmet came into view. "Your slit looks like a teardrop, the way it pouts open. Mine stays closed, as you can see." Bill's pee-slit was long, about half an inch, curving down into the underside of his big front dome. I saw a drop of clear fluid parting the long lips slightly, a sure sign of arousal. "When was the last time you came?" I asked him. "I've been holding off for a week because I knew I was going to meet you guys," he replied. "A week's build-up gives me a hotter come. How about you?" "We've been holding off too, for the same reason. We all got hard fast, and we'll shoot bigger loads," I said. "You've got a handsome prick," I assured him. "The shaft is straight and the head's in perfect proportion. Your big vein runs along the top, and ours runs down the right side. Your balls aren't too big or too small, just right." Bill released Jim's hard prick and clasped mine around the shaft. "You've got a lot of skin, a real overhang drooping in front of your hard dick," he said. "Charley said you've got enough skin to dock someone with a head as big as mine or your brother's." As he spoke, his fingers began pulling my foreskin down and in a few seconds my pouting meatus came into view. "You must be identical twins," he remarked. "Even your holes are the same size and shape. I wish I had skin the way you lucky guys do." "Jim wasn't so lucky," I told him. "Our bitch of a mother had him cut at birth so she could tell us apart. He reconstructed his foreskin by stretching, and so can you if you're really motivated." "Jim was cut?" asked Bill, almost incredulously. "Charley'd told me something like that and I know he's restoring, but now that I've seen it it's hard to believe." Bill grasped Jim's prick and pulled the hood, which had been bunched up behind the corona, fully up to cover the big helmet. "Let's go into the bedroom," I suggested. "We'll be able to do more there." We sat on the bed facing each other in a sort of triangle. Bill continued pulling down on my foreskin, with some of its length already bunched up on my shaft. Once the glans was entirely bared, he exclaimed: "Nice! Really nice! I like those twin purple tips. They're perfect for sucking." He bent over to probe Jim's foreskin with his tongue-tip, and I remembered he'd said he loved intact pricks. He seemed to be more skilled at handling a foreskin than Charley had been at first. Jim sighed as Bill's tongue reached his slit, and I saw the subtle movement as it swiped laterally across the pouting lips of Jim's meatus. Now he switched his attention to mine, and I felt his warm tongue-tip probing into my pouting orifice while his lips moved down to engulf my flaring rim. I squeezed his shaft gently, and then grasped his bell-shaped glans between thumb and index finger and began a rhythmic squeezing, about one per second, to produce the bulbo-cavernal reflex deep in his prick-root. By this time, we were all secreting lubricant, and our scrotums were drawing up against our bodies. We were primed to go. "Want me to dock you, Bill?" At my words he looked up and nodded. We shifted our bodies to lie facing each other and I spread the drops of lube seeping from his meatus over his glans. Then I pulled my hood forward, grasping it by the edges, and gently slipped it over the fascinating contours of his big bell until the forward edge completely covered his flaring rim. Now I began stroking it slowly over both our tips. Bill's eyes widened as he realized he was finally and really being docked, with a real foreskin over his glans. "How did you get such a long skin?" he asked me. "I stretched mine out, just like Jim stretched his. I had a head start, since I wasn't cut, and by the time Jim got enough length to cover his tip with erection, I had enough length to dock him." As I explained, I continued to stroke my long hood, knowing that the combination of physical and mental stimulation was having a profound effect on him because I felt his glans swell and harden further through the skin. His front dome was pressing hard against mine, making a slight indentation. "I know you're more sensitive, since you weren't cut," he said. "You'll probably come before me." "Lets see how it goes," I suggested. "Either way, you'll feel my hot cream all over your beautiful bell, and your cream will be all around mine too." "I've never had that happen, except when I jerked off with a condom," he said. "That was good, except that I knew it wasn't a real foreskin and it was just my jism. It was hot, though." Jim had moved down to slip his hand between us and cup Bill's scrotum. With all that stimulation, plus the novelty of being docked for the first time, Bill's excitement was uncontrollable, and he started moaning. I felt him thrusting his prick against mine, and his breathing became rapid and shallow. My excitement was rising too, and I felt the increased pressure in my glans as blood flowed into it, bringing it to its final hardness. Now I twisted my foreskin over Bill's prominent corona to give him an extra spark of sensation, and his body jerked in response. I was sure that he'd have a full-body orgasm. I saw Jim's prick was seeping a steady flow of lubricant, and with his other hand he was slowly stroking his foreskin to spread it evenly over his swollen helmet. Bill's eyes closed, and I knew this was IT! "WOW! WOW! WOW!" he cried out as I felt his glans throb hard against mine, and an instant later his hot gush shot into my pouting meatus and down my urethra, launching my orgasm. Bill's straining body writhed against mine as a powerful contraction gripped the root of my prick, sending a torrent of hot cream up my tube to pour out and mix with Bill's. I grunted helplessly, caught up in the massive sensations, and his prick throbbed again as it released another powerful gush of sperm to fill the space inside my hood. Our hot cream mixed and I felt it swirl around and behind my flaring corona, as I was sure his tip was awash with our juices. We unloaded our streams again, making my hood swell as my throbbing glans tingled with welcome sensations. I felt the excess flowing out over my trembling, encircling fingers from the end of my hood, and we both throbbed hard as we released our streams, sobbing and groaning in ecstasy. At this point my tip became super-sensitive but I didn't stop stroking because the thick coating of cream masked the friction on my glans and my fingers were pressing and stroking Bill's bell through the foreskin. "OOOOOHHHHH!" Bill cried out again as his body shuddered against mine and his prick pumped out another couple of streams, as did mine. Then we were still, although I felt spasms deep inside me. I knew I was merely dribbling now, and my orgasm faded. We lay dazed for several minutes, and then Bill said: "I think I came faster than you did, but you were only a split-second behind me. I guess I was really hot." "Well, I think this was the first time you felt foreskin covering your tip. That had an effect. The reason I started coming right behind you was that our holes must have been perfectly aligned, and your first jet shot into mine and right down my urethra for a couple of inches." "Wow," exclaimed Bill. "That must have felt really hot. I've never had anything like that happen to me." His soft penis slipped out of my long foreskin tube and our blended cream spilled onto the sheet. I milked my urethra with my right hand and his with my left. "Your hot jet triggered my orgasm," I explained. "My hole pouts when it's hard, and was a perfect target when our tips were pressed together." Bill had turned slightly as was looking at Jim's hard prick. Jim was slowly stroking his foreskin in anticipation, because it was clear that Bill wanted to do oral on his glans and foreskin. "Jim's been watching and waiting all this time," Bill said. "I think I ought to give him some relief." He pushed Jim's fingers away, replacing them with his own, and while keeping Jim's foreskin fully forward, inserted his tongue into the opening, probing for Jim's pee-hole. Jim shuddered at the contact, and I knew he was ready to blow his load. "I'm going to cup your balls," I said, as my fingers wrapped gently against his tight scrotum and began kneading his testicles to enhance his sensations. Bill and I had had shattering orgasms while Jim had been waiting for gratification, and I wanted him to have a full-body climax that numbed his mind and made him cry out helplessly. "Oh, Oh," Jim exclaimed as I saw the bulge of Bill's tongue push relentlessly deeper into his foreskin, caressing the broad upper surface of his helmet while reaching for his flaring corona. I knew that his pouting meatus was weeping viscous salty tears onto Bill's tongue, lubricating the way for the penetration. Bill ran his tongue all the way round Jim's ridge, down one side, swiping across the gee-string several times, and then up the other side. Now his lips pushed the hood back all the way to expose Jim's glossy purple helmet and locked behind his rim. He began a back and forth movement of his head while pumping Jim's foreskin with his hand. As his lips uncovered the rim, the foreskin bumped over it, creating additional sensations calculated to bring on climax. Bill pulled back on Jim's hood, his lips following close behind. Now he rotated his head, his lips giving a twisting stroke to Jim's helmet to match the twisting stroke he was giving the hood. I saw Jim's eyes close, and knew that the magic tickle would begin in his corona, a precursor to the hot tingle of orgasm. Jim's breathing had become shallow and rapid, evidence that he'd tumble over the edge any second. I eased my body behind his while still cupping his balls, so that I would feel every shudder of my brother's body when he came. "Ah, ah, ah," he sighed as his sensations mounted. I felt the tension in his body as a slight tremor as the sensations rushed in on him. Bill's hands and lips were working their magic on his turgid prick, and I knew he'd blast off the next second. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Jim grunted loudly as his body shuddered, and I knew he was disgorging his first hot stream into Bill's mouth. Vicariously I felt his hot hard helmet throbbing urgently against Bill's tongue and palate, as it had throbbed against mine in the past. Jim's body strained against mine as another surge of sperm erupted from his engorged glans to pour into Bill's waiting mouth. I hugged him tightly to let him know I was with him as my fingertips felt another pulse in the urethra behind his balls. Jim was yelping loudly as another wave of orgasm hit him, and he shuddered against me in his ecstasy. He let out another helpless cry as he lurched in my arms, shooting his fifth jet down Bill's throat. Bill had had experience blowing intact guys, and he removed his mouth to avoid the friction that would cause distress as Jim's helmet became ultra-sensitive, watching another jet, weaker now, gush from the lips of his pouting meatus. Now Jim's eruptions slowed to a dribble that flowed gently from his tip onto the sheet, and although my fingertips stll felt twitching in his perineum, I knew that the big game was over. "He really came hard, just like you," Bill commented. "I know you would have come exactly the same way in my mouth, since you're identical twins. Maybe we can get together again next Saturday so I can do you, and then Jim." Jim, unable to reply in his daze, lay quietly in my arms, the tension leaving his body as he relaxed. I gently pulled his foreskin forward to protect the precious tip and answered Bill: "I'd love it, and I know Jim would love it too. You're an expert at giving oral to intact guys, and I know you'd suck the cream right out of me." "I really love putting my lips around those big helmets," he said. "I'd like to feel that big bell head of yours in my mouth, now that I've had it in my foreskin." "I'd like to feel it throbbing against my tongue, now that I've felt it throbbing against my tip," Bill countered. Jim was now rousing himself, and he said: "Maybe I can dock you, after you make me come and my cock goes soft." "You can do that, dock me?" Bill asked, surprised. "Yeah," Jim assured him. "I don't have as long a skin as Jack, but soft I think I can fit you in." "That should be great," Bill said as we got up to go to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and we crowded in. "The hot water's going to make us pee, and flush the rest of the cream out of us," I explained to Bill. "We do this all the time after sex." "You'll have to explain to me how I can stretch my skin," he said. "Charley wasn't too hot on the idea at first, but now that I've seen you and Jim, I want to have a hood over my tip. I really do." Okay, we'll get to that after the shower," I said. Continued in Part 14