Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 05:42:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 14, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 14

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     I was 18, and a freshman in college, while Dan was 16 and a junior in
high school. Billy was s sophomore in the same school I attended. In
college, we were exposed to a different circle than I'd been in high
school, including some foreign students. Billy had quickly become friends
with a British student, Nick, also 18, and urged Dan and me to come to his
house one weekend to meet him. Knowing Billy, I wondered if we'd find them
naked when we arrived.

     When we arrived that Saturday morning, Billy and Nick were fully
clothed. The reason was very clear: Billy's parents were home. Billy
introduced us to Nick and then added:

     "My folks are going away on a weekend trip, but they're not leaving
until 10.  Meanwhile, we can go down to the playroom in the basement." He
pulled four cans of Pepsi-Cola from the refridgerator and led us
downstairs. Dan and I saw that Nick was shorter than we are, with a stocky
build compared to our slender profiles. His hair and eyes were brown, like
mine and Dan's. We made small talk, asked Nick how he was enjoying the
States, etc. He said he was adjusting well, although he missed his friends
and family in East Grinstead, a town south of London. He was happy to have
so quickly made new friends here.

     "Tell them what you found strange here," Billy urged Nick. "You know,
in the gym's locker room." We stared expectantly at Nick.

     "Well, I was surprised to find so many Americans have bare knobs on
their cocks," Nick replied. "In the UK, no baby is circumcised unless
they're part of a religious minority. The same thing in France, Germany,
and Italy. I've been there, and know they don't snip boys at birth the way
they do here. I found this American custom really strange." Nick spoke in a
pleasant trans-Atlantic accent, quite unlike the Cockney I'd been half
expecting. His speech pattern was very easy to understand.

     Doesn't anybody get circumcised for medical reasons?" I asked Nick.

     "Well, a boy across the street from me had some sort of surgery when
he was nine. He couldn't get the skin back over the head and it was
sore. They called it a circumcision but the surgeon just snipped the tip
that was tight, leaving him most of the skin. His knob doesn't stick out
like most Americans I've seen."

     "It's the profit motive," I explained. "Doctors get between two and
six hundred dollars these days for snipping a boy when he's born. A few of
these will pay for a vacation in Hawaii, or the payments on a new Mercedes
or Lexus.  They rationalize it by telling the parents circumcision prevents
cancer, or infections."

     "We have the National Health Service in the UK, socialized medicine,"
Nick said, "and it doesn't pay for snipping newborns. I got a lot of looks
in the locker room here because my knob has skin on it. In the UK, nobody
would give me a second look. Someone with his knob sticking out would get a
lot of looks."

     "We get envious looks in the locker room too, Dan said. "For some of
them, ours are the first foreskins they've ever seen." At this point
Billy's parents came down to tell us they were leaving.

     "We left some money on the kitchen table," Billy's father told him.
"That'll pay for a meal if you guys want to go out to eat."  After a few
minutes, Billy was certain his parents wouldn't be coming back because
they'd forgotten something, and he led us up to his bedroom and began to
strip.

     "Go ahead, you guys, let's compare," he urged. Nick and Dan and I
undressed and I saw Nick's eyes flicking to our groins. I'm sure he noted
that our pricks were all heavy-ended, with large glams inside the
foreskin. I noted that Nick was also a "grower," but his foreskin was
significantly longer than ours, with an inch-long pendulous nipple ahead of
his glans bulge. The shape of his bulge suggested that he had a helmet, as
Dan and I did, not a mushroom like Billy's.

     "Let's skin back and see what we've got," Billy suggested. We did,
exposing our wet and glossy tips, and the aroma of foreskin filled the
air. I noticed that Nick's hood, which was long and appeared tight, peeled
back easily, as it was very stretchy. It locked behind his flaring corona,
making a thick collar. His helmet was purple, like ours.

     "Nice cocks," Nick commented as he looked at our displays. "I get
about six inches hard," he added, and I saw that his prick had begun to
swell.

     "Billy and I measure about six hard too," I informed him. "My kid
brother, Dan, has half an inch more than we do." Our pricks were swelling
as well, compelling us to stroke them lightly, moving our foreskin collars
over our ridges. Soon we were all fully hard and I saw that Nick's slit had
expanded to an oval shape. Billy also noticed and commented:

     "Nick, you and Jack both have helmets and your slits pout now that
you're hard."

     "Yes, I noticed that," Nick acknowledged. "He's got a teardrop shape
and mine's an oval." I saw that his oval orifice had filled with a drop of
clear fluid.

     "They both look nice," Dan added.

     "Dan's slit is long, and I can easily get my tongue-tip inside," I
said. "He loves it when I do that."

     "I'd like to do that," Nick said. "I like running my tongue over a
guy's big smooth knob." As Nick spoke Dan moved closer to him and grasped
his prick, pulling his long foreskin down. He tweaked Nick's foreskin
nipple, and then started working Nick's hood in long strokes over the
helmet. Nick's eyes widened as Dan gently pushed him down on the bed and
got into a "69" position with him. Pulling Nick's foreskin fully forward,
he slipped his tongue inside, working it around the helmet right back to
the flaring ridge. Nick, in turn, stripped Dan's hood back just enough to
bare the blunt front dome and inserted his tongue-tip into Dan's long slit,
making him moan.

     "Well, now that they've paired off, it leaves you and me," Billy said
as he wrapped his warm fingers around my shaft. He knelt in front of me,
slipping his tongue into my hood and probing for my orifice. His other hand
gently cupped my scrotum.

     "Hey, I can't reach you," I said. "Let's get up on the bed. Nick and
Dan can move to one side to make room." We climbed onto the queen-size bed
and ended up in a "69" position, Dan's back against mine. Billy's hood was
fully forward and I inserted my tongue to probe his long slit. I felt his
tongue moving deeper into my foreskin, caressing the broad upper surface of
my helmet and then circling my corona.

     "Hey, Jack," I heard Dan's voice. "Nick's helmet dips down just like
ours do when I skin him back hard. That's really sexy." I knew that Dan's
tugging on Nick's gee-string would enhance his excitement, and wondered if
Nick would shoot jets or just dribble when his orgasm came. Meanwhile, I
concentrated on sending waves of pleasure into Billy's prick.

     Now Billy had pushed my hood back and was working on my glans with his
lips, twisting them around my ridge and lightly scraping my taut gee-string
with his teeth. I felt my balls draw up against my body and I cupped
Billy's scrotum, kneading the orbs inside. I heard heavy moans behind me,
and they sounded like Nick's. It seemed that Dan was expertly stimulating
his prick, pulling him closer to orgasm.

     "That feels so good, when you pull my skin back hard," I heard Nick
say.  "It pulls my knob down too." Both Dan and I knew very well how erotic
it was to put tension on the nerve-rich gee-string, and I wondered if this
was the first time anyone had done that to Nick. As I worked my tongue
around Billy's corona inside his foreskin, I wondered if the way Dan was
stimulating Nick would make him come first.

     Now I began pumping Billy's foreskin up and down over the glans,
following it with my lips, which I remembered was the technique Ken had
used on me. Billy's tongue caressed the broad upper surface of my glans as
he ran it around my ridge. I heard Dan speaking:

     "Nick, I think you're gonna come first. Just relax and let it
happen. When you start shooting, I'll suck the cream right out of your big
tip." Feeling Dan's helmet in his mouth had no doubt heightened Nick's
excitement, and Dan's technique on his prick had done the rest. Nick was
moaning loudly now, and I knew he'd be unloading in a few
seconds. Meanwhile, Billy's glans had darkened and become harder, and I
felt a tremor in his legs, which told me that he'd also be coming within
seconds.

     "OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"  Nick bellowed as the orgasm overtook him. A second
later Billy joined him, pumping his cream into my mouth as his straining
prick throbbed hard. I swallowed jet after jet as he shuddered
uncontrollably with the hot frenzy of climax. Their cries filled the room
as their discharges filled our mouths. I knew Dan was swallowing as
frantically as I was, because Nick must have been discharging as much sperm
as Billy.

     Now Billy's jets stopped, turning into a steady dribble as his prick
twitched in my mouth. I knew he'd be sinking into the daze that follows
orgasm, and I milked his urethra to push out the last of his cream. Now I
licked the last drops from his long slit and pulled his foreskin over the
softening glans to cover and protect it.

     "I think they both shot heavy loads," Dan told me. "Nick's helmet was
throbbing harder than any I've ever had in my mouth."

     "I know Billy blew quite a load, Dan," I said. "They were both quite
loud and the bed was really shaking. Now Billy's almost asleep and he's let
go of my prick."

     "Nick too," Dan answered. "He had a really hot come and it's taken a
lot out of him." We turned to face each other and I grasped Dan's erection,
sliding his foreskin gently back and forth. I felt his warm fingers wrap
around my prick, stroking slowly to keep me aroused while waiting for the
others to return to full consciousness.

     "You pulled all the spunk from me," I heard Nick murmur to Dan. "I
feel totally drained. Now turn around and let me do you. I want to feel
your big helmet between my lips." Dan let go of me and turned to face Nick,
who promptly and avidly began working on his prick. Billy pulled me around
and I felt his hot lips wrap around my glans, pushing the foreskin
back. One hand steadied my shaft while the other cupped my tight
scrotum. Meanwhile, I heard Dan start to moan behind me. Nick was probably
using the same technique Dan had used on him- drawing his foreskin down
hard to put tension on his gee-string and pull the front of his glans down
while working his lips around the ridge. Now Nick broke off for a couple of
seconds to comment:

     "Your bollocks are tight against your body, Dan"

     Billy had pulled back on my foreskin just enough to expose my corona
and the groove behind it, and was now working the corona with his lips,
twisting his head to apply the delicious sideways friction we both
liked. This wasn't as intense as what Nick was doing to Dan, and I knew Dan
would discharge his load before I shot mine. I heard Dan's voice:

     "Jack, he's scraping his teeth on the head and gee-string. OOOOOOO!
It's so hot!"  His breathing was coming faster now, in shallow breaths, and
since we were back to back, I felt the tension build in his body, and knew
his helmet was in its final swelling and that he'd feel the warning tickle
any second. Dan didn't say anything more, although his rapid breathing told
me all I needed to know. Then I felt his body jerk against mine as he
howled:

     "OOWW!  OOWWW!" as the sweet torture of orgasm began for him. Nick
grunted as he swallowed Dan's cream and Dan howled again as his hips
bucked, thrusting his prick deeper into Nick's mouth. Dan's straining body
shuddered so hard that it shook the bed now that he was really into it. He
yelped again as he shot, and then again. Hearing and feeling him coming
augmented my arousal, and I felt the delicious ache in my glans as it
reached its final expansion. The warning tickle began in my rim and became
more intense as Billy's lips worked their magic on my hard flaring
corona. Dan yelped for a final time as my eyes closed and I muttered:

     "Tingling...."  And then a powerful spasm gripped the root of my prick
as hot sparks of sensation filled my straining helmet. I cried out
helplessly as my prostate poured a rush of hot lava into my urethra. It
seared my tube as it shot up my penis to erupt into Billy's mouth. I cried
out again as another gush slammed through the lips of my pouting slit to
flood Billy's mouth. My body shuddered as my hips bucked, thrusting my
prick deeper into his mouth, and I discharged again. The sweet agony of my
orgasm dominated my mind, erasing all conscious thought, and I cried out
again, enjoying the rapture of my biological storm. I felt another hot
throb in my prick as it shot its last jet, and then it just dribbled while
my prick twitched weakly.

     I began to relax as my erection softened and shrunk. I felt a finger
pressing into the underside of my prick to expel the residue, and Billy's
tongue licking the drops as they parted the lips of my orifice. Now Dan and
I were dazed, numb, and still. An indeterminate time later, as I returned
to full consciousness, I heard Nick's voice:

     "When I started scraping my teeth along his knob and the strip
underneath, that started him spunking hard. Dan almost jumped off the bed."
Billy replied:

     "I didn't use my teeth on Jack. Instead I twisted my lips around his
big ridge.  That gave him the hot tingle in his tip that got him going, and
I'm sure you felt the bed shake."

     "I also pulled back hard on his skin and made the front of his knob
dip," Nick added. "All that together and he lost it. He almost drowned me
with his spunk."

     "You sure did it to me," Dan said weakly. "Thanks. I came really
hard."

     "No thanks necessary," Nick assured him. "I enjoyed feeling that
smooth glossy bell-end in my mouth and pushing my tongue down your long
slit."

     "I put my tongue into Jack's hole at the beginning," Billy said. "I
love to feel their helmets in my mouth too, as much as you do." Now I added
something:

     Yeah, Billy, you really triggered me when you twisted your lips around
my rim. I couldn't hold back, no matter how much I'd wanted too. Once that
hot tingle started in my helmet, I was gone."

     "Me too," Dan added. "First the tickle in the rim, and then the tingle
spreads all over my tip, and I just start shooting."

     "Speaking of shooting," Nick said. "You really shoot hard, big thick
streams down my throat."

     "You shoot a lot too, Nick," Dan replied. "I was glad you were
shooting so much and so hard."

     "That was because of what you did to make me spunk," Nick told him. A
faint smell of chlorine still hung in the air, along with the heavy, musky
aroma of wet glans and foreskin. I inhaled deeply and said:

     "I always enjoy that smell when we're together like this. It makes it
more exciting."

     "Yeah, Jack," Billy acknowledged. "Cut cocks don't smell like ours."

     "That's right," Nick agreed. "I've had a couple of cut cocks and they
don't taste like ours, either. Their bell-ends are dry and they take longer
to spunk, too."

     "Cut pricks are less sensitive," I said. "There's less to play with
because they have no foreskin. Their balls smell a lot like ours, though,
especially if they're sweaty."

     "I'm glad we're the way we are," said Billy. "Since we're all the way
nature made us, we know how to handle another uncut cock."

     "I'll go along with that," Nick agreed. "Once I was with a guy whose
knob had been trimmed when he was a baby and he just pulled my foreskin
down and started rubbing the knob. That didn't feel good at all, so he got
some petroleum jelly and did me with that for lubrication. It didn't feel
as good as natural fluid because it was too thick."

     "I noticed cut guys don't get as much natural lube as we do," Billy
remarked.  "That's because we're more sensitive to start with." With that
he got up and led us to the shower. It was a tight fit, but once we were
all inside with the hot water running he said: "Okay, time to skin back."
We did and soon the hot water sluicing over our exposed tips made us
pee. As we watched our yellow streams running down the drain he continued:

     "Remember that Pepsi I got for us before we started? That made it
hotter for us."

     "I remember that my full bladder added to the sexual tension," Nick
said. I nodded agreement.

     "That was part of it, an important part. Now we have a lot of fluid to
flush us out and clear the rest of the sperm from our tubes." We soaped
each other and then rinsed off, being careful to pull our foreskins down to
protect the precious heads. Once we were dried off and dressed, we went out
for pizzas.