Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 10:35:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 13

Growing Up Intact, Part 13

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The week passed and Friday after school we arrived at Billy's. He was
already undressed and we quickly stripped down. Greg arrived a minute
later. stripped, and we went into Billy's bedroom, where the buddy sleeve
and lubricant were already laid out. Greg and I sat on opposite sides of
the bed while Dan and Billy lay between us facing each other. They quickly
slipped their already hard pricks into the sleeve and Billy stroked it
slowly. I reached down to cup Dan's scrotum, which was already tightening,
and saw Greg doing the same for Billy.

     It didn't take long for them to come, for they were very turned on
anticipating the next scene. Their tips darkened inside the transparent
sleeve, and then they cried out in unison, their orgasms starting
simultaneously. We watched the sleeve fill with white cream as Dan and
Billy's straining bodies thrashed, shaking the bed, and their agonized
cries filled the room. This erotic show had its effect on Greg and me,
because were became half-hard without even touching our pricks.

     Billy and Dan yelped and grunted a couple more times and then became
quiet as their orgasms faded and their bodies relaxed. Greg moved to sit
next to me and said:

     "Billy told me how a hot stream of jizz shot down your hole makes you
come. I want to see how my jets do that for you." With these words, he
grasped my prick and began sliding my hood back and forth, bringing me to
full hardness. I grasped his tapered prick between thumb and forefinger and
slid it in short movements, keeping his strawberry glans fully
covered. This did it for him, for he filled out to full size quickly. We
looked into each other's eyes, acutely aware that soon we'd be sharing a
hot sexual experience.

     After several minutes Dan and Billy revived and pulled out of the
sleeve, and we saw a copious amount of cream pouring from each end onto the
towel. Billy rolled up the towel and took it and the sleeve into the
bathroom, while Dan took over stimulating me. Billy returned with another
towel that he spread in the center of the bed.

     "Now lie down facing each other, like you were docking," he said. Dan
can keep working on your cock, Jack, while I use the vibrator on Greg. Keep
your tips maybe an inch apart. When Greg starts to come, I'll peel him back
and make sure he's lined up with your hole, and you can push forward a bit
to make contact.  Because of his small slit, his stream is thin and
powerful, and should go deep into you." We followed his instructions and
now our pricks were staring at each other, eye to eye, so to speak.

     "Man, look at the way his hole pouts," Greg observed. "That makes a
nice target for me to shoot into" Billy grasped Greg's prick to steady it
and applied the vibrator to the foreskin just under the glans to stimulate
the gee-string. This had an immediate effect, for Greg's eyes lit up and a
dreamy smile came over his face. Meanwhile, Dan's steady stroking made the
tension build up in my body.

     "Let me know the moment either of you gets that tickle," Billy told
us.  "Timing's important here, and I want Greg to come just before Jack
does, so he can shoot into the hole." Dan had been using long strokes on my
prick, but now he kept the front of my helmet exposed so that my teardrop
shaped meatus was always in view. Our scrotums had drawn up tightly against
our bodies. Greg's breathing was now rapid and shallow, and Billy told us
he thought Greg would be unloading soon. He peeled back Greg's foreskin,
exposing the pointed end of his glans, and I thrust my prick forward so
that it was almost touching Greg's tip.

     "I'm getting a tickle," I said, and Dan pulled my hood all the way
back to bare the entire dark purple helmet. Greg's eyes were closed, and I
felt Dan push on my backside with his other hand to urge me forward into
contact with Greg's tip. Billy was looking carefully to align Greg's slit
with my pouting teardrop hole, while continuing with the vibrator. Greg's
tip pressed into the front dome of my helmet, making a slight indentation
as I felt the tickle building up in my nerve-rich gee-string, which was
tightly stretched. Suddenly I heard Greg cry out, and felt his glans throb
hard against mine.

     That instant a lance of liquid fire shot into my pouting hole and down
my urethra several inches, the sudden hot shock triggering my orgasm. My
entire helmet was tingling. I cried out helplessly as the shock wave ran
through me, and a spasm deep inside me sent the first gush of cream up my
prick to pour out from between our tips. As he cried out Greg's glans
throbbed again, sending another powerful jet shooting down almost the
length of my prick, launching my second ejaculation. Both Greg and I
grunted and moaned as the delicious sensations coursed through our
bodies. A flood of hot cream flowed from where our tips were joined down
onto the towel.

     Greg and I grunted again as we shot simultaneously, and we shuddered
so hard that our tips broke contact. We shot again together, and Greg's
powerful jet soaked my pubic hair as our straining bodies shook the bed. It
felt like my entire being was gushing out of my throbbing prick, and I
cried out again in mindless ecstasy. Another hot gush poured from my
pouting orifice and then I was just dribbling white drops as my orgasm
wound down. Dan had released my prick and I saw that Billy had removed the
vibrator from Greg's prick. I watched Greg's foreskin sliding downhill over
his tapered glans as droplets continued to drool from the end.

     One evening our parents were out visiting friends. Dan and I were home
alone, naked on our beds. Dan said to me:

     "Lately we've done a lot with guys like Billy and Greg, but I'd like
to just jerk off with you like we used to do. I know the buddy sleeve feels
terrific, but just your hand on my cock would get me off. It always did
before." Thinking about it, I realized that we'd often had hard and intense
orgasms through mutual masturbation, and I replied:

     "You're right, Dan. These sex toys are nice but I always enjoyed the
feel of your fingers around my prick." I got towel from the bathroom and
spread it on my bed.

     "I like to feel your cock, especially playing with your skin. I'm so
glad our parents didn't have us cut, like so many others did."

     "I'm 100 percent with you on that," I replied. "Our pricks are more
sensitive and there's more to play with." I was looking at Dan's crotch as
I spoke, and saw that the blunt nose of his helmet was starting to push
through the pucker in his foreskin. "I see that just talking about it is
getting you hot," I added.

     "It is," Dan agreed. "Just talking about it's going to get both of us
hard." Dan's eyes were on my crotch and now I felt the inrush of blood that
was starting my erection.

     "I can just see your long slit," I observed. "Your helmet's really
swelling." Dan's heavy-ended prick still sagged a little below horizontal,
but I knew it would firm up in a few more seconds, horny as he was.

     "Now I can see your slit too, and it's starting to pout. It'll be wide
open in a few seconds." As he spoke I thought of how his warm fingers would
feel on my prick as he stroked my foreskin, and this thought made my prick
twitch.

     "We'll be completely hard before we touch each other," I suggested. I
knew our sex talk was always an aphrodisiac for us. "My slit pouts but
yours is longer, and I can push my tongue into it farther." We were
intimately familiar with each other's parts, having handled them for years.

     "Your skin's staying tight around the head," Dan said. "Even when
you're fully hard your tip will stay covered."

     "Yours is the same way, Dan. I'll have to push it back to see your
helmet."

     "I'll just push your skin back part way, or it'll lock behind your
ridge," Dan said as he moved over to lie next to me. Now he was fully hard
and I was almost there. His prick was about half an inch longer than mine
and the same width. I grasped his hood with thumb and forefinger and began
sliding it slowly in short strokes. His engorged prick felt hot. Dan moaned
and I felt his warm fingers close around my shaft, pushing my foreskin
back. Our helmets glistened wetly in the soft room light, releasing a musky
aroma.

     "I love the way our cocks smell," I said. "Cut ones don't smell like
ours. They have almost no odor. Their scrotums smell, though, like ours."

     "That foreskin smell gets me excited," Dan said. We'd always been very
open to each other about our feelings.

     "Me too," I replied. I pushed my hips forward slightly so that the
front dome of my glans brushed his hot helmet. Dan gasped and his prick
twitched.

     "You're getting me really worked up," he admitted. I knew that, and
suggested:

     "Suppose I do you first. I want to see you come, and then you can
finish me off."

     "Okay," Dan agreed. "I'll hold on to your cock, though, because
feeling it makes me more excited." I nodded and began to stroke his
foreskin in longer strokes, bringing it up to engulf his glans and then
pushing it down to his flaring corona. When his helmet was bare, I blew on
it, making his prick twitch.

     "That was nice, Jack. Talk to me while you're doing it," Dan
urged. "Sex talk always excites me." I understood perfectly because I felt
exactly the same way.

     "I'm going to slide your foreskin like this, back to your ridge, but
not so it locks behind it. Now I'll hold it there while I taste your
leaking slit. Your lube tastes salty like mine, and now I'm pushing my
tongue-tip down your slit."  My lips wrapped around his glans and I spoke
again: "Your helmet feel really hot."

     "I'll just stroke your skin slowly," Dan said as his fingers worked my
foreskin in short light strokes. "I don't want to make you come before I
do."

     "Your balls are tight against your body," I observed. "You're getting
closer." I resumed my long strokes. "Your tip's pretty wet and your
foreskin slides easily." I continued like this about half a minute and then
firmly pushed his foreskin all the way back.

     "Ohhhhh, that feels so good," he said.

     "That's because I'm stretching your gee-string and the tension's
making your helmet dip. I know how good that feels because it does the same
thing to me." I relaxed the tension and then pushed again, stretching his
nerve-rich frenulum and dragging the front of his helmet down. Dan's
breathing had become more shallow and faster.

     "Now I'm going to work on your ridge," I said. "I'm pumping you faster
and you can feel the friction. I'm squeezing you a little tighter so that
the ring of foreskin compresses the nerve endings in your rim." My
explanations to Dan were heightening my excitement too because they added
another dimension to what I was doing, seeing, and feeling.

     "My rim's starting to tickle," he said, and I continued stroking his
foreskin over his flaring corona.

     "Your helmet's turned darker purple," I said. "Your ridge feels harder
through the skin. You're almost there because I just saw your eyes close
and your legs are trembling." Dan's hips bucked suddenly and I felt a hard
throb in his glans and shaft.

     "AWW!  AWWW! AWWWW!" he bellowed as the first jet erupted from his
long slit. His straining prick throbbed between my encircling fingers as he
released another torrent. His shuddering body shook the bed. The odor of
chlorine filled the air as his agonized cries filled the room.



     "Go for it!" I urged. "Shoot your load for me!" I was stroking him
faster now, pouring sensations into his helmet to enhance his orgasm,
stretching his frenulum on the down-stroke and bumping his ring of foreskin
over his flaring corona on the up-stroke. I put my mouth on the front dome
of his glans and caught his next jet on my tongue. I sucked hard and he
shot another into my eager mouth. Now his slit was just drooling cream.

     I ran a finger along his urethra and licked the last drops as they
seeped from his long orifice, then pulled his hood up to protect the
precious head. Dan's body gradually relaxed as the tension left it. I
noticed that his hand had dropped from my prick. Now I waited several
minutes while he revived from the after-shock of his biological storm.

     "Now it's your turn," he said with a grin as his warm fingers wrapped
around my prick, which had not lost its hardness in the interval.

     "It was so hot watching and feeling you unload," I murmured as his
fingers began pouring erotic sensations into my prick.

     "I felt your lips on my helmet when you sucked several loads from
me. Now I'm going to make you come," he said. "Your balls are already tight
and your slit's leaking, so the head's pretty wet and slippery." Dan was
pumping me in long strokes and I felt his hot breath on my helmet as his
tongue-tip strummed the lips of my pouting slit.

     "I'm bringing your skin up to cover the head right to the end, and now
I'm pushing it down to make your head dip like you did mine. I know how
good that feels.  Your cock feels so hot."

     "Good, really good..." I murmured. My breathing was now rapid and
shallow, the result of the intense sensations he was pouring into my prick.

     "You won't last as long as I did, Jack. You're already worked up. Just
relax and enjoy it." Now he yanked my foreskin down al the way, stretching
my nerve-rich gee-string as I'd done to him, and I felt his lips around my
glans.  He twisted his mouth around my helmet, his lips swiping my corona
sideways, and then his teeth lightly scraped the broad upper surface. I
could feel that my glans had engorged, and I felt the sweet ache in it that
demanded relief. Now he removed his mouth and said:

     "Your tip's gotten darker purple, and the rim's almost black. It's
harder too. I could feel that with my lips. Now you're ready to shoot, and
I'm going to pump your skin fast and stretch your gee-string like you did
mine. I'll make your helmet bend down like you did to mine." His fingers
stroked my foreskin, pulling it up over my corona to compress the nerve
endings, and then dragged it down to stretch my frenulum. I felt the
tension pull the front of my glans down adding to my sensations.

     "Ohhhh, I'm getting that tickle," I said,

     "In the rim, right? You'll be tingling in a second. Your stomach
muscles are tight now." Dan kept stroking and now I felt a hot tingle in my
corona. My eyes closed and then my world exploded. I yelped:

     "NOW!  AH-AH-AH-AH! As a sharp contraction gripped the root of my
prick, sending the first gush of hot lava searing its way up my
urethra. Dan's mouth was on my glans and I shot my load into it as he
pumped my foreskin to bring forth another. My hips bucked as I strove to
thrust my throbbing prick deeper into his mouth while disgorging another
torrent of sperm. My conscious mind was on HOLD as I was totally focused on
the sweet agony in my throbbing prick.

     Dan didn't say anything as his hot fingers continued to pump my
foreskin because his mouth was filled with my throbbing helmet pouring more
cream down his throat. Another gush, the final one, burned its way up my
tube and slammed through the lips of my pouting slit.

     Now I felt totally drained but a drool of sperm still seeped from my
orifice, and Dan lapped it up as he milked my urethra to extract the
residue, then replaced my foreskin over my shrinking glans. I felt his arms
around me as he hugged me tightly.

     "You really shot some loads there," he said. "I love you, Bro, and I'm
glad I was able to make you cream the way you did."

     "Thanks so much," I murmured, before we fell asleep in each other's
arms.