Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 05:30:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 10. Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 10

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Dan had matured faster than I had, and by the time I was 17 and he 15,
his prick was not only fully developed but half an inch longer than my six
inches. We'd measured ourselves regularly over the years to keep track of
our progress. Our helmet heads were exactly the same size, 1 7/8" long and
1 7/8" wide.  Our foreskins still covered our tips completely, at rest or
erect, with a pucker at the end. Our friend Billy was 18 and his prick had
stopped growing a couple of years ago. Billy's foreskin pucker was looser
than ours, revealing his slit, although his hood completely covered the
head.

     One day at school we noticed a new boy, Greg, whose family had moved
here from the West Coast. He was 17, blond, with an athletic build, and in
the locker room we saw that he still had his foreskin. Unlike our
heavy-ended pricks, his tapered almost to a point and looked like a tassel,
the way our pricks had looked during our pre-teen years.

     Billy lived closer to Greg than we did, and they began hanging around
together. Part of the affinity was that Greg had seen that Billy was also
uncut. Like the rest of us, Greg had quickly noticed that the girls in our
school were all stuck-up and cliquish, not very attractive features. We'd
allowed for the possibility that as adults, we might well have
relationships with women, and even marry, but for the time being our sexual
outlets were each other.

     One day Billy told Dan and me that his parents would be out of town
that Saturday, and that we'd probably enjoy spending the day with him. When
we arrived Billy greeted us, dressed only in a bathing suit and
tee-shirt. As we anticipated another day of sexual play Dan and I quickly
stripped down as Billy removed his skimpy attire. Once naked we saw that we
were all half-hard with anticipation, and we sat on Billy's
queen-size. Billy wasted no time, quickly pushing down my foreskin and
blowing on the head. I tweaked his hood while squeezing Dan's helmet
through his foreskin. We were quickly fully hard and then Billy gave us the
news:

     "Greg's coming over here. When I told him he'd get the opportunity to
get together with three uncut guys he got pretty excited about it. Greg and
I had gotten together last week and jacked each other. Greg's thrilled to
play with uncut guys because he doesn't feel comfortable handling a cut
cock."

     "How did he avoid getting cut?" I asked.

     "Greg's father isn't cut, and his mother knows that a cock with skin
is the normal one, not the cut cock. Also,the doctor who delivered him
doesn't believe in circumcision, so Greg wasn't in any danger of getting
clipped when he was born.  Greg's really happy with his skin because he
knows you can have a lot more fun with it than without it."

     "How does he feel about being in the minority? I asked Billy.

     "Oh, like I said, he fees good about having skin on his cock. That guy
Jerry, though, I told you about. He was teasing Greg about his cock,
calling him trailer park trash. Thing is, Greg does live in a trailer
park. He didn't let it bother him though. I told him Jerry's just jealous."

     Just then the bell rang, and Billy went to admit Greg. Greg's eyes lit
up when he saw us naked, and he quickly undressed. We didn't have to
introduce ourselves, as we already knew each other's names from school. As
he dropped his boxers we saw that his prick had already started to
swell. We knew from having seen him naked before that his prick was a
"grower," like ours. He had a vein running along the top of his shaft and
his foreskin tapered to a narrow pucker.  His scrotum was medium, like
ours, and covered with blond hair to match his bush and the hair on his
head. We went into the bedroom, where Billy spread a large towel on his
queen-size. Dan and I sat on the bed while Billy and Greg stood in front of
us.

     "Let's all skin back and see what we've got underneath," Billy
suggested.  Dan and I locked our hoods behind our coronas, as did
Billy. Greg pulled back on his shaft skin and we watched his pucker widen,
first revealing his slit and then a small strawberry shaped glans with a
rounded ridge. It was red and glossy wet. Greg looked at our pricks and
said:

     "I wish I had a big tip like you guys. They look so sexy."

     "Does it work okay?" Dan asked. "If it does you've got nothing to
worry about."

     "Oh, it works just fine," Billy answered for him. "I saw how it works
last week when I made him come. His tip's really sensitive and he shoots
long jets, three feet at least. We just spurt a few inches." He wrapped his
fingers around Greg's prick, holding the foreskin back because otherwise it
would have slipped forward again over the tapered glans.

     "You've got about six inches, like us," I assured him. He was standing
directly in front of me and I leaned forward to inhale his masculine
aroma. "It smells nice too," I said as I blew on his glans, making him draw
back slightly.  Billy released his prick and I watched as Greg's foreskin
slid slowly forward to envelop his glans.

     "Your tip's really sensitive, isn't it?" Dan asked.

     "Oh, it is," Greg said.  "Just blowing on it gave me a thrill. Please
don't touch it with your fingers. Just slide my skin." I clasped his thick
tapered foreskin, stroking it slowly.

     "We'll get a chance to compare how we come," Billy said. "You'll enjoy
watching Greg as much as he's enjoying seeing your cocks."

     "I still wish I had big helmets like you and your brother," he said to
me.  They're really handsome dicks. "Billy's big mushroom tip looks nice
too."

     "You've got one advantage over us," I told him. "Sure, Dan and I have
big helmets, but we can't dock each other. With the size of your tip, I
could dock you easily."

     "Dock?"  Greg asked. "What's that?" Dan and I exchanged glances,
surprised that nobody had introduced him to docking."

     "That's when one guy slips his foreskin over the other guy's head," I
explained.  "Dan's helmet's too big to fit inside my foreskin. So is
Billy's. Neither Dan or I would have any problem docking you. So could
Billy."

     "Well, that solves what two of us are going to do," Billy told
us. "Greg, lie on the bed there facing Jack and let him show you what
docking's all about." Greg's eyes lit up as he positioned himself on his
side and I arranged myself facing him, our two pricks pointing toward each
other.

     "Now pull your foreskin all the way back and hold it there," I said. I
eased my big glossy helmet until it touched the point of his strawberry and
then pushed my foreskin forward until my hood enveloped my head.  "Now push
your tip into my foreskin," I instructed. Greg slowly eased his prick
towards me, the nose of his glans slipping into my pucker, stretching my
nerve-rich foreskin. He sighed with delight at the sensation as he pushed
in farther until his glans was totally inside. Now his slender glans was on
top of mine, creating a distinctive bulge in my hood.

     "That's so nice, my tip against yours, your skin covering it," he
whispered as I began to stroke my foreskin slowly over our tips.

     "Not too rough, is it?" I asked.

     "No, it's perfect, your tip's so smooth, like the inside of your
skin. It feels so hot."

     "Your skin's really stretchy," Billy commented. "I can see the outline
of Greg's tip through your skin." Greg's glans felt very warm against mine
as I worked my foreskin slowly.

     "Both our skins stretch when we pull them back over our ridges," Dan
explained.  "Greg's tip isn't stretching Jack's skin any more than his
ridge would."

     "Any idea why your tip's so sensitive?" I asked Greg as I continued to
slide my hood over both our heads.

     "I always keep the tip covered," he replied. I only skin back when I
shower, to rinse off my tip, and then cover up again."

     "How about when you masturbate? Don't you use long strokes? Dan and
Billy were watching our joined pricks avidly while slowly stroking each
other's foreskin.

     "I always keep the skin forward when I jerk off," Greg replied. "When
I'm ready to come I pull it back just enough to clear my hole and let me
shoot."

     "Do you keep stroking while you're shooting?" I asked.

     "Usually no, Jack. Once I start coming I don't need any more stroking
to keep shooting.  I know most guys keep stroking while they're shooting,
especially the cut guys, but I don't." Our scrotums were drawn up tightly,
showing our level of excitement.

     "Have you stroked many cut guys?" Dan asked.

     "A couple," Greg said. "They both needed lotion because they don't
have skin, and they need a lot of hard stroking because they're not too
sensitive.  It feels strange to stroke a cut guy. They don't know how to
handle a guy with skin because they don't understand how sensitive it
is. They just keep pounding hard, and that doesn't feel good, especially if
they skin me back."

     "Do you feel a tickle or tingle in your head just before you come?" I
asked him.

     "Yes, first a tickle in my rim and then a tingle all through the head,
and then it happens fast. When I feel the tingle, it just goes BOOM and I
stop stroking. I pull the skin back slightly and just watch the juice shoot
out." Now I began twisting my hood on the forward stroke.

     "Does this feel any different?" I asked.

     "Oh, yes," he said. "I sometimes twist my skin too. That makes me come
faster." Greg's breathing was more shallow now, and he was breathing
faster.

     "I think you're going to come before I do," I told him.

     "I can't help it, Jack. My tip's very sensitive." Through my foreskin,
I felt that his glans had become harder in its final swelling.

     "Not a problem, Greg," I assured him. "I don't mind if you come
first. I like to feel the other guy's tip throb against mine when he
comes." I slipped my top leg between his to feel the tension building in
his body.

     "I know you'll be coming soon," I told him. "I can feel a tremor in
your legs." I saw his eyes close.

     "It's so hot," he whispered. "I'm getting that tickle now." His thigh
muscles tightened, squeezing my leg hard, and then he cried out:

     "YAAAH!"  as his body shuddered. I felt his glans throb hard against
mine and a hot stream shooting powerfully into my foreskin, swirling deeply
into the groove behind my corona. I kept stroking him to heighten his
sensations. He cried out again and his body shuddered and his tip throbbed
hard inside my hood, sending another hot hard jet deep into my foreskin. I
felt my glans engorge to its final hardness.

     "He really comes hard," I heard Billy mutter to Dan. "If he wasn't
shooting into Jack's skin his come would fly three feet or more." Greg
yelped loudly, shooting another jet into my enveloping flesh, and the
pressure forced a few creamy drops out of the end of my foreskin.

     "Go for it," I urged, not sure if Greg heard me. I was enjoying his
orgasm, even tough I knew there was no chance of his hot jets shooting into
my meatus because his glans was on top of mine. However, the steaming hot
fluid swirling around my glans was very stimulating, and I felt a warning
tickle in my corona.  When Greg shot again, I felt a sudden hot tingle and
then my prick exploded, as his glans hammered against mine. A stream of hot
lava shot up my tube as my helmet throbbed hard against his, pouring out
the end of my hood. I cried out helplessly as another spasm gripped me deep
inside and another gush poured from my hard throbbing tip. We were locked
together, tip to tip, consumed by the frenzy of orgasm.

     Greg shot his final load and suddenly pulled back, withdrawing his
glans from my hood. I saw it was deep glossy red, dripping with a mixture
of his cream and mine, as my prick throbbed with another ejaculation that
poured all over his glans. He'd been holding his hood back but now let go,
and his foreskin began sliding forward to envelop his tip. Greg lay very
still and I saw his prick was still twitching slightly as his residual
spasms played out. I grunted as my prick throbbed a final time, gushing
another load that poured onto his prick.

     We lay silently for a couple of minutes as Dan and Billy watched us
while fondling each other's pricks. Greg finally opened his eyes and said:

     "That was so hot, coming inside your skin. Then when you started
coming I felt your big tip throb against mine, and that made it even
hotter."

     "I didn't think I'd come as fast as I did," I told him. "It was your
hard jets that triggered me, and the feel of your hot cream washing around
my helmet all the way back to the groove behind my ridge. When that hit me,
I just couldn't hold back even if I'd wanted to."

     "You guys were very loud when you came," Billy said. "Docking was a
real turn-on for both of you. Your tip worked fine, Greg, because you were
howling even louder than Jack was."

     "I'd never been docked and I'd never felt another guy's tip against
mine when he was shooting," Greg said. "This was really a first for me." I
sat up and handed him a wad of Kleenex to wipe his soaking wet prick. I ran
my finger up his urethra, from behind his scrotum to just under his glans
to expel his residue, and then did the same for myself.

     "That was so inspiring I'd like to use the buddy sleeve," Billy
said. Greg looked at him questioningly and Billy explained:

     "This is the buddy sleeve," he said as he held it up for Greg to
see. We put our cocks inside it like we're docking. Those ridges on the
inside give us a lot of sensation. Good thing it's transparent so you can
watch us inside the sleeve."

     "Is that the only way you can dock?" Greg asked. Billy answered:

     "Well, our tips are too big to fit inside the other guy's skin so if
we want to come together we have to do it this way. Now if we want, we can
dock the other guy if we come first. Say Dan makes me come with his hand or
mouth, and then my cock shrinks, and I can fit his big helmet in with my
soft mushroom. Since I've already come, my cock stays soft and leaves room
for his tip."

     "I really want to see this," Greg told him. "I've just been docked and
now I can watch you two doing it with the buddy sleeve." Greg and I got off
the bed to allow Dan and Billy room. They were both rock-hard and their
tips were slippery with the natural lubricant they'd been secreting while
watching us. Billy held the sleeve between their pricks and both thrust
forward, sliding in easily until their tips met in the center. Now Billy
began sliding the sleeve back and forth.

     "I don't think they'll take very long," I commented to Greg. "They've
already been hard for a while, and watching us made them hotter."

     " I don't think I could use the buddy sleeve," Greg said. "My tip's
too small."

     "You don't have to, Greg," I replied. "Any of us can dock your tip."
Billy's hand stroked the sleeve at a steady pace, and I could sense their
excitement mounting. Their legs were intertwined and Dan's hands were on
Billy's shoulders.

     "Billy's stroking slowly," Greg observed. "I guess he wants to make it
last."

     "Right," I agreed. "You know the longer the build-up, the more intense
it is when you come. I don't think they can hold out long, though. Their
balls are tight, and I can see their tips getting darker in the sleeve."

     'Yeah, we're both swollen," Billy muttered. His breathing, like Dan's
had become shallow and rapid, a sure sign of impending orgasm.

     "Those ribs inside the sleeve make it hard to hold back," I explained
to Greg.  There's not only friction but when the ribs ride over their rims
they compress the nerve endings. That combination is intense." Now their
legs had started trembling, and Billy was stroking the sleeve faster
because of the compelling sensations. I put an arm around Greg's waist,
wanting to be closer to him as we viewed the hot scene. Greg moved closer
to me, his leg touching mine, and his hand moved to clasp my free hand.

     "That was really beautiful," he whispered in my ear, and then kissed
me on the cheek. I hugged him closer.

     "Tingling," Dan muttered as his body tensed. Billy nodded and then
yelped:

     "OOOOWWWWWWW!  OOOOOOOWWWW!" as his hand pumped the sleeve hard
between them. Their tips were pressed hard against each other. Dan grunted
as he started shuddering and I saw a flood of white fluid fill the space
between their tips inside the sleeve. Now both were fully into it, groaning
and grunting helplessly, their legs trembling hard, as their bodies
responded to the intense sensations.

     "They're having full-body orgasms just like we did," I whispered to
Greg.  "Your glans was throbbing really hard against mine when you came and
the powerful jets you were shooting really tickled the inside of my
foreskin."  Greg wrapped his arms around me and hugged me hard as we
watched Dan and Billy writhing as they released their loads. Their cream
had swirled into the grooves behind their ridges now, and a few drops had
gone farther and were seeping out the ends of the sleeve.

     Dan and Billy cried out a couple more times as they discharged their
last streams, and now their bodies began to relax. They lay still, sinking
into the post-orgasmic daze, and I saw their pricks begin to soften and
shrink, allowing more cream to flow past them and out both ends of the
sleeve onto the towel.

     When they'd recovered Billy led us to the shower, which was a tight
fit for four, and we skinned back to let the hot water sluice over our tips
to stimulate our sphincters and start the flow of urine. Our hoods locked
behind our coronas, except for Greg's, whose corona was too small and
rounded to hold his foreskin back. He had to hold it back manually to let
the water flow over his glans. As Greg was the newest in our group Billy
had already explained to him the value of flushing out the last residue of
sperm. He enjoyed the low-key eroticism of feeling the strong urine stream
flowing through his prick as much as we did.

     We got dressed and went out for pizza, after which we went our
separate ways. We agreed to meet at Billy's the following Saturday, as we
were eager to do a lot more exploring of our sexuality.