Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 14:43:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing up Intact, Part 1, Incest, Young Friend

Growing Up Intact, Part 1

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     My younger brother, Dan, and I knew we were different from most other
American males, as our father had explained to us that he and our mother
had decided not to have us circumcised as most boys had been. He'd been cut
at birth, had always resented it, and he wanted us to understand that the
bare-headed penis was not normal, although very common among our
schoolmates. Our penises, each with a long foreskin projecting beyond the
glans, was actually what a normal penis looked like. After my younger
brother was born, a close friend of Dad's had told him about foreskin
restoration by stretching the remaining shaft skin, and he'd started on
this long-term project. Dan was younger than I by two years, and we'd seen
the difference between our droopy, pointy tassels and our father's larger
and bare-headed prick when we were young.

     By the time we started school, we'd seen that few boys still had their
foreskins.  Of the intact boys we'd seen, three were Latinos, one was
black, two were Asians, and the only white boy we knew who was still intact
was Billy, a blond kid a year older than I. Billy's father was the one
who'd told our father about foreskin restoration. He, too, had been cut at
birth, and had saved his son's foreskin from the savage bite of the Gomco
Clamp or the deadly embrace of the Plastibell, two commonly used gimmicks
for foreskin amputation.

     As pre-teens, Billy, Dan, and I had long tight foreskins that formed
inch-long nipples in front of the glans. Our father had told us that the
extra skin was to allow for the growth of the penis and that our foreskins
would loosen as we grew. He said that we should be able to retract them to
rinse off the glans by the time we were ten at the latest. On occasions we
saw him nude, and noted that his penis, about four inches limp, was much
larger than our two-inch erections. He had a large helmet shaped glans and
he told us we should never use soap on the tender tissues of the glans and
foreskin, but only rinse daily with hot water. By the time we were six and
eight respectively we saw how Dad had restored his foreskin, using a
combination of tape rings and stretching cones to expand his shaft skin to
cover his glans.

     Dad knew that Dan and I played with our pricks, and he told us that
handling our pricks was okay, and that this would help loosen our
foreskins, as well as being pleasurable. We often pinched the tip shut when
we peed, making the foreskin balloon out and loosen adhesions between the
head and hood.

     My brother Dan and I usually took baths and showers together, and we'd
pull at each other's foreskin, producing erections. By the time I was eight
my foreskin had become more stretchy and slid back easily. Dan's was still
tight, but a year later, when he was seven, he was able to skin back all
the way, revealing his purple tip, which was a lot like mine.

     As pre-teens, we often had stiff erections, and we played with them in
our bedroom before going to sleep. We'd pull each other's foeskin out and
when the penis was totally stiff we'd push the foreskin back off the
glans. Our tips were very sensitive then, and if I touched Dan's glans with
my finger he'd flinch.  Instead I'd lean over and blow on Dan's tip, which
made his prick twitch and gave him a pleasant feeling. He'd often do the
same to mine, and this was the limit of our sex play for several years.

     Dad had cautioned us to skin back to pee, as leaving the foreskin
forward obstructed the flow and caused it to splatter uncontrollably. This
also avoided any residue collecting inside our foreskins to later ooze out
and stain our underwear. He also bought us boxer shorts, explaining that
jockeys and other types that "supported" our genitals did not let them hang
freely and grow out. Boxers were also cooler than the others, which was
very important during the hot months, when jockey itch happened.

     We were close friends with Billy, and often compared our pricks, which
were in different stages of development. Our parents didn't seem to know
about this, or perhaps they didn't mind or didn't want to know. As a
results, we often went to Billy's house when his parents were working, and
at times even stayed overnight when they were out of town. One day, when I
was 10 and Dan eight, Billy said:

     "Want to see me jerk off?" Billy asked us one day when we were alone
together at his house. Curious, we assented, as we'd heard talk about
jerking off but had never seen it done. Billy took off his pants and boxers
and grasped his prick between two fingers, sliding his foreskin back and
forth over the red glans. It quickly swelled to a three inch erection as he
pumped it, and after a couple of minutes Billy closed his eyes and began
breathing hard. Within seconds he cried out as his fingers whipped up and
down his prick and his body shuddered in orgasm.

     "Did you come?" I asked. Billy opened his eyes and smiled.

     "I sure did," he said. That felt wonderful. Want to try it? Dan and I
took off our clothes and began stroking our little pricks. My erection was
only two and a half inches, while Dan's was two, not counting our
foreskins. The sensations were delicious, but we didn't shudder as Billy
had.

     "Maybe you're still too young," Billy said. "I'm 11 and just started a
couple of months ago. I'm still too young to shoot, though."

     "Shoot what?" Dan asked.

     "Older boys shoot white stuff out of their cocks," Billy
explained. "That's what makes babies. I guess I'll be able to shoot in a
few months or maybe a year."

     "All we have to do is slide the skin up and down?" I asked.

     "Yep," Billy said. "That's all we have to do. Cut boys don't have
skin, and they have to use soap or oil on their cocks to jerk off. We're
the lucky ones. Boys old enough to jerk off know that and they look at us
in the locker room because they wish they had skins."

     "Only white boys get cut," I said. "There are three Spanish kids in
our class and they all have their skins. So do the two Chinese."

     "John, the black kid, also has his skin," Billy added. "I don't know
why only white kids get cut."

     "I'm glad we didn't," I told him. "I'm glad we still have our skins.
They're such fun."

     "If you want to see a guy shoot I'll take you over to meet my friend
Walter," Billy offered. "He's 14 and in high school, but we pal around
together. He can shoot." We took him up on his offer and the next day after
school we went to Walter's house. Both his parents worked, so he was home
alone. Billy had phoned ahead to let him know why we were coming, and when
we were inside he led us to the bathroom, where he took off his clothing
and sat down on the toilet. Walter's circumcised penis was about five
inches long, with a big pink helmet-shaped head and a thick brown scar ring
about an inch below the head. I didn't know it at the time, but later
learned that this brown scar was characteristic of circumcisions done with
the Gomco Clamp. Now Walter spit on his penis through a gap between two
front teeth.

     As he was sitting and we stood in front of him, I had a view of the
bottom of his prick, and noted that he had a large v-shaped groove under
the head, as we did, where the two sides of the corona meet. Unlike us, his
groove was empty, and it looked as if his gee-string had been removed when
he'd been circumcised.

     "Walter's a shower, not a grower," Billy told us. "His cock's almost
five inches without a hard-on, and it gets to a little over five inches
when he gets hard. Ours are small, but really grow when we get hard."
Walter's penis was now stiff, and he directed another stream of saliva onto
it to lubricate it as he slid his fist up and down its length.

     "My mother told me she had my skin taken off to keep me from jacking,"
he said. "You can see how that worked," he continued with a grin. His fist
flew over his prick from base to head, stroking much faster and harder than
we'd ever done. His tip became red with the stimulation, and his body
tightened up. His balls, which had been hanging loosely, and drawn up
against his body.

     I noticed that Walter's prick had a bend to the left, unlike our
straight shafts.  I wondered if this was the result of the tight grip he
used to masturbate.

     "I'm getting my thrill," he said through clenched teeth. I didn't know
what he meant, and continued to watch silently, fascinated by the
spectacle, as this was the first time I'd seen a boy jerk off without a
foreskin. Much later I realized that Walter's "thrill" was the secretion of
lubricant by Cowper's Glands, as now a few drops of clear fluid parted the
lips of his long slit and blended with his saliva to make his prick more
slippery. Also, each down-stroke on his glans spread the lips of his slit.

     Now his breathing came faster as he pounded his prick. Walter's body
became rigid, almost rising off the toilet seat, and his legs began to
tremble. Then a jet of white liquid shot up through his slit as he began
grunting loudly:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as each jet shot up a foot in the air
to land back on his stomach. His eyes were fixed on his prick while he
continued his frenzied stroking, until after several more ejaculations, he
stopped stroking and began to relax. His eyes closed and a smile spread
over his face as his penis began to soften. After a minute, he opened his
eyes and looked at Dan and me.

     "Ahhh, that felt good. Now you know what shooting is like," he
said. "Billy told me you two haven't shot yet. You're too young. When you
do it'll be the nicest thing you'll ever feel." He pulled several sheets of
toilet paper from the roll and wiped up the sperm on his abdomen and
chest. He then milked his prick, dabbing at the tip to soak up the residual
drops that emerged.

     One day I heard Dan yelp in the bathroom. I rushed in and found that
he'd caught his prick in the zipper. I quickly disengaged the zipper and
examined his penis. He'd only caught a bit of foreskin between the zipper's
sharp teeth and wasn't even bleeding. I gingerly pulled the zipper down to
release the pinched skin. Later, I told Dad about it.

     "That's another reason I'm glad we decided not to have your foreskins
cut off," he said. "Your foreskin protects the tender tip, and if Dan
didn't have his foreskin the zipper bite would have been on the tip and
would have really hurt.  I know because that happened to me more than once
when I was a kid, and it happened to other circumcised kids I knew."

     "Dan and I are both glad you didn't have us cut. Still, a zipper bite
hurts. I'm glad it never happened to me."

     "Well, tell Dan to make sure his penis is tucked into his underwear
before he even touches the zipper," Dad said. "That's the only sure way to
prevent zipper bite."

     "A couple of boys in our class don't wear underwear," I said. "They
call this `going commando.'"

     "See, that's a good reason for wearing underwear," Dad replied.

     A couple of weeks later, Dan and I were naked in our bedroom one
evening getting ready for bed when I decided to have another try at jerking
off. I sat on the side of my bed while Dan sat beside me and watched as I
slid my hood up and down my glans. Inspired, Dan began stroking his too,
quickly producing a stiff little erection. Mine was about three inches
long, while his was about two. The sensations built up in my prick as they
never had before, and I felt something unusual was about to happen.

     "I feel like I have to pee," I muttered.

     "You just went ten minutes ago," Dan pointed out. My eyes glazed over
as I watched, transfixed, as my purple glans disappeared inside my foreskin
and then popped into view again as I stroked. I picked up the pace and the
feeling of having to pee intensified, making me afraid I was going to wet
the bed or carpet, but I couldn't stop stroking.

     Suddenly I saw stars before my eyes and my prick became too sensitive
to touch. I cried out as I dropped my hand to my side and a rush of strange
feelings coursed through my body. Tears came to my eyes as I stared at my
prick, unable to understand what was happening. Dan had stopped stroking
himself and was staring at me.

     "What's wrong?" he asked. "What happened?" I turned to look at him.

     "I think I just came, like Billy did." I answered.

     "What was it like?"

     "It was like nothing I ever felt before. It feels like I broke
something inside." Dan looked concerned. I felt my erection subsiding. My
tip was still protruding from the ring of flesh bunched up behind it, and I
pulled my stretchy foreskin up to cover the glans, as my prick was no
longer super-sensitive.

     "You look okay to me," Dan said. "What did you break?"

     "I don't know. It felt so strange." Dan had lost interest in stroking,
and his erection had also subsided. He went to his bed and we fell asleep.

     The next day I told Dad that I'd had my first orgasm. He looked
concerned.

     "Were you scared?" he asked.

     "I was. I thought I'd broken something inside."

     "The same thing happened to me the first time. The only reason it was
frightening is that it was so intense and so unfamiliar," Dad reassured
me. "Do it again tonight and you'll feel the same sensations, but they
won't seem as frightening. Has Dan come yet?"

     "No, Dad. He's two years younger than me. He tried last night, but
nothing happened with him."

     "Make sure you're with him when he does come the first time. Explain
how it felt to you, and tell him there's no reason to be frightened." I
nodded, determined to make sure my younger brother found his first orgasm
to be a thoroughly pleasant experience.

     Dan and I continued to stroke our pricks before going to sleep. We did
this several nights a week, and one evening Dan suggested we do each other,
as we'd done much earlier. He said he wanted to make my prick feel good. We
got naked and lay in a "69" position on my bed and began pulling each
other's foreskin out away from the body. Our stretchy boy fesh was very
flexible and we soon were rock-hard. Now we began working each other's
foreskin back and forth, which felt better than when we stroked
ourselves. His warm fingers around my prick excited me and my erection was
so rigid and swollen it felt as if it were going to burst.

     "I'm getting that feeling now," I muttered. "I think I'm going to
come." Dan increased his pace, eager to give me pleasure and to feel how my
prick throbbed during orgasm. Now I felt the rush of sensation exploding
from my turgid glans down my shaft and all over my body, and I cried out
helplessly.

     "STOP!"  I yelped because my prick had become super-sensitive, and Dan
released me. I shuddered hard as the waves of sensation swept through my
body, until I was still again.

     "Look," Dan said. "You've got a drop of pee at the tip." I looked down
and saw a drop of clear liquid parting the lips of my slit. I touched it
and found it was slippery, unlike urine. "I felt your cock jerking in my
hand at the end," he said. "I can't wait until I can do that too."

     Next evening we again decided to play with each other's pricks, but
this time I told Dan I wanted to try something new. I had him lie face to
face with me, and stroked him to erection. Then I grasped both our pricks,
slid his foreskin back, and slid my long stretchy foreskin over his glans.

     "That feels nice, inside your skin," he said. I began sliding my
foreskin back and forth, until the now familiar sensation came over me, and
I shuddered as the orgasm swept over me, my prick throbbing against his. "I
felt your tip jerking against mine," he said. "I really liked that." We had
just docked, although I didn't know the word for it at the time.

     About a year later, we were stroking each other one evening and after
I'd come, I continued stroking Dan. He told me he was getting strange
feelings in his prick as I stroked his foreskin.

     "Does it feel like your tip's really swollen, more than before? Does
it feel like it's about to burst? Does it feel like you have to pee?" Dan
nodded.

     "That's how it felt for me the first time," I told him. I remembered
how my first orgasm had frightened me and had him sit in my lap.

     "It looks like you're going to come this time," I told him. "You
remember when I did the first time, and how it scared me. I want you to
know there's nothing to be scared about. You're going to get a wonderful
feeling like nothing you've ever felt before. It's going to be very intense
and you'll feel it all through your body. Your prick will become too
sensitive to touch, so I want you to do it to yourself this first time
while I hold you." I held his left hand while he stroked with his right. My
other arm wrapped tightly around his body, hugging him tightly as he
continued to slide his foreskin up and down his engorged penis.

     "I feel like I've really gotta pee," he said.

     "That's what I felt too, just before it happened," I whispered. "Just
go on.  I'll be right here holding you." Dan's fingers moved faster on his
turgid little prick until he cried out suddenly and stopped stroking.

     "AH!  AH! AH!" he yelped as I felt his body shudder against mine with
its first orgasm. His hand released his prick and fell to his side as he
stared fixedly at his throbbing prick. I saw it jerk several times as the
contractions gripped it, the glans bobbing up and down. He turned his head
to look into my eyes as his filled with tears. I hugged him to me with both
arms and kissed him on the lips.

     "That was so strange, so...." He trailed off when he was again able to
speak.

     "Intense, wasn't it?" I prompted. He nodded and I continued: "Were you
scared?"

     "A little, but only because it was so strange. I'm so glad you were
with me, holding me."

     "We'll do this again tomorrow," I said. "After a few times it won't
seem strange any more, just good feelings. You'll see why I enjoy coming
and we'll come together." He went back to his bed and we fell asleep,
satisfied and fulfilled.