Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 13:23:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 16B

Growing Up Intact, Part 16B

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     This part is dedicated to two of my fans, who have asked me to include
the father in the action. Thanks for the idea!



     Nick had returned to the UK, and Billy had gone to Arkansas again to
stay with Ken and his other relatives that weekend. Mom had gone for the
weekend to visit her mother in Minneapolis, so Dan and I were alone with
Dad. That Saturday morning Dan and I had just finished our showers and were
about to get dressed, when Dad appeared in the open doorway to our bedroom.

     "Can I come in?" he asked. I waved him in. Dad was in his mid-forties,
our height, with a touch of silver hair at his temples. He was naked, not
uncommon in our household. Although we weren't nudists, we weren't overly
modest about covering up. It was only when we had visitors that we were
careful about being fully clothed. Dad's prick hung down, the smooth skin
covering its core seamlessly from base to the pucker beyond the glans. Like
us, he was heavy-ended, with a big glans bulge that swung enticingly from
side to side as he walked. Also like us, he was a "Grower," not a "Shower."

     "I haven't had a chance to talk with you about this before, but I'd
like you to know that I appreciate your keeping your sexual activities
between you two and Billy. At least, there's no danger that you'll make a
girl pregnant. You know what happened with Charlie on the next block."

     "Yeah, we heard about that." I replied. "He had to drop out of school
and take a low-paying job to support the kid, and his girlfriend isn't even
seeing him any more."

     "He really got screwed," Dan added. "But in a way, he did it to
himself."

     "That's it," Dad said. "Pregnancy can be a real
career-breaker. Billy's father's a lawyer, and he told me about paternity
suits he's handled, and the effect they had on the boys' lives. He likes
the idea of you and Billy being careful about girls. So does Mom."

     "Well, I'm glad you understand," I told him. "We wouldn't want to be
doing anything behind your back."

     "I know that," he said. "I'm just curious about exactly what you do
together. Do you just jerk off while patching porn, or what?" I wasn't
shocked by the boldness of his question. Dad has always had a forthright
manner, saying what he means.

     "Sometimes we do that, but often we'll do each other too," I said. "It
feels better when it's another guy's hand on our pricks."

     "It's good that we're all intact," Dan explained. "We all know what
makes the other feel good. Cut guys don't know what to do with the skin."

     "I'm really glad we left you intact," Dad said. "That way you can
enjoy sex to the fullest. Your foreskins will become even more important as
you get older. Sensitivity is really important when you take longer to get
an erection.  Cut guys need Viagra at an earlier age than those who have
their foreskins."

     "That's good to know," I said.

     "We do other things too," Dan told him. "We do oral on each
other. That feels good too. Then Billy has a vibrator. That gives us
different sensations.  When we turn the vibrator to full power, we come
very fast." I noticed that, a Dan was speaking, all our pricks were
swelling. The sex talk was having an effect on Dad too.

     "Sometimes we dock," I continued. Dad raised his eyebrows and I
explained.  "Docking is when one puts his foreskin over the other's glans."

     "Well, you've both got ample foreskins, but do they stretch that far?"
Dad asked.  "I know mine wouldn't."

     "That's the problem," Dan said. "We can't fit two adult-size heads
inside the skin. That's why if Jack wants to dock me, I have to make him
come first. That way his cock shrinks and stays small, and I can fit my tip
in."

     "There's another way too," I continued. "Billy gave us a buddy
sleeve." I took the sleeve out of the drawer to show Dad. "We slip our
pricks in either end, and then slide the sleeve back and forth. Those
ridges you see inside the sleeve are really stimulating."

     "Yes, I can imagine how it would feel on your penis," Dad said.

     "We can feel each other's tips when we're inside the sleeve, and when
we come, our tips throb against each other," Dan added. "That's a
sensational feeling." By now, we were all fully erect, even Dad.

     "I've seen you naked many times as you grew up, but I've never seen
you with erections," Dad told us. "I'm glad nature was good to you. You're
both well-endowed."

     "I think we owe that to you, Dad," I said. "We inherited our equipment
from you."

     "I'll buy that," Dan agreed. "We look a lot alike, size shape, so that
we're just younger versions of you. Even the shape of our tips is like
yours, the helmet type." Dad looked down at his penis, then at ours, and
nodded agreement.

     "How does a restored foreskin work?" I asked him. "I know you started
stretching the skin on your shaft when we were very young, and I don't
remember how you did it."

     "Well, I used tape to keep the skin stretched over my glans until it
was long enough to cover it without the tape," he said. "It's not exactly
like yours, though. I lost all the nerve endings in my foreskin at birth,
and the new skin's thicker than what you've got because it's two layers of
outer skin.  Yours is a layer of outer skin and an inside layer of mucous
membrane. Yours foreskins are thinner than mine. Go ahead and feel." I
tentatively reached down to touch his prick, sliding his foreskin back and
forth.

     "It does feel thicker," I admitted. Dad grasped mine.

     "Both slide easily, don't they?" he asked. I nodded. He slid my hood
back to lock behind my corona, revealing the entire purple helmet. I pushed
his back as well.

     "They both lock behind the ridge," Dan said. He skinned his
back. "Mine too," he added. The delicious aroma of clean wet glans and
foreskin filled the air. I noticed that Dad sniffed, apparently enjoying
the odor.

     "Our helmets are all about the same shade of purple," Dad observed.
"Jack's opening had the same teardrop shape as mine. Yours is a long slit,
Dan. That's the only difference. Oh, and you're about half an inch longer
than Jack or me." He slid his hood forward again, and I sat on the bed next
to Dad, beckoning Dan toward me. I grasped his prick about mid-shaft and
slipped my tongue into the pucker, probing for his slit.

     "That's how we do it to each other," Dan explained to Dad. "His
tongue-tip's inside my slit now, and it feels really good. It's a sort of
tickle."  Dad's gentle fingers were sliding my foreskin up and down,
covering and uncovering my helmet.

     "I guess you do "69," Dad speculated.

     "Yes we do," I replied, removing my mouth from Dan's prick. "We have
to be careful, though. We can't come at the same time, because sometimes we
clench our teeth when we come." Dad laughed.

     "Yeah, and you don't want to get bitten" he said.

     "We can blow our loads together with the buddy sleeve," Dan said. I
was only slightly surprised at the candid way we were discussing our sexual
practices with our father, as there had always been an open atmosphere in
our home.

     "That buddy sleeve sounds interesting," Dad said. I was a bit
surprised when Dan asked:

     "Want to try it with me" I was even more surprised when Dad replied:

     "I'd love to. How about right now? All this talk has gotten me horny."
That was easy to see, as Dad's scrotum had pulled tightly against his body.

     "What about Mom?" I asked. "How are you going to tell her?"

     "Oh, we discussed it before she left," Dad said. "She said she didn't
object, as long as it stays within the family. She even thought it would
help with father/son bonding." He grasped Dan's penis, swinging it toward
his mouth, and slipped his tongue inside.

     "Oh, you're right in my slit," Dan sighed.

     "You've got a long slit," Dad told him, removing his mouth. "Did that
tickle?"

     "Oh, it did," Dan replied.

     "How about the buddy sleeve?" Dad asked. "Do you do that standing up
or lying down?" Dan lay down on the bed and I spread a towel in front of
him.  I handed him the Astroglide and he squirted a stream into the sleeve.

     "That'll lubricate it and make it easy to slide in," I explained. Dad
got down facing Dan and pushed his penis into the sleeve. Dan entered from
the other side, meeting Dad's prick halfway. Now he started sliding the
sleeve slowly, giving Dad time to get used to the sensations.

     "What about Jack?" Dad asked. "He seems left out."

     "That's okay, Dad," Dan answered him. "He can do the Princeton Fuck
with me." I pulled a condom from the drawer and squirted some Astroglide
into it, then unrolled it down my prick. Dan was lying on his left side,
and I slipped in behind him as he lifted his thigh. I put my prick against
his perineum and he lowered his leg, intertwining it with Dad's legs.

     "Oh, I see how it works," Dad said. "It seems pretty simple to me." I
began thrusting in time with Dan's strokes on the sleeve.

     "We like to go slowly and take our time," Dan told him. "That way we
enjoy the ride as much as the destination."

     "There's something else too, but you probably already know it," I
added. "The longer the build-up, the more intense the orgasm." I felt my
scrotum tightening up against my perineum.

     "Oh, yeah," Dad said. "I'd found that out long ago." I continued
thrusting at a measured pace, keeping time with Dan's strokes on the
sleeve.

     "Each time he pushes forward," Dan said, "I feel the nose of his cock
bump my balls." Each time I thrust I felt the firm resistance of his tight
scrotum against my helmet.

     "Your helmet feels hot against mine," Dad said. Those ridges inside
the sleeve make it feel very erotic."

     "The effect's especially intense against our coronas," Dan told
him. "They produce friction and compress the nerve endings at the same
time."

     'Yeah, I can feel that," Dad replied. "Good thing you're going slow or
I'd pop within seconds. This way, I can feel every ridge as it flicks over
my corona. I can feel them underneath too, against the twin bumps under the
head and along my gee-string."

     "That's it exactly, Dad," I told him. "Now you can feel why we enjoy
the buddy sleeve so much." Despite our slow pace, our excitement was rising
because of the sex talk. Dad felt it too.

     "I feel your tip's gotten harder," he said. "It's lost the spongy feel
it had when we began." He looked right into Dan's eyes as he spoke.

     "I can feel it too," Dan replied. "Now look down, Dad. The sleeve's
transparent, and you'll see that our helmets are darker purple than
before." Dad looked down and said:

     "Oh, you're right, Dan. This is the final swelling before orgasm,
right?"

     "That's it, Dad," Dan replied. "Want me to stop for a minute?"

     "Yeah," Dad replied. "I'm enjoying this so much I don't want it to end
too soon.  How about Jack, though?"

     "I'll stop too," I told him. "My helmet's been swelling too." We lay
still now, relaxing and enjoying the sensations. I felt Dan squeezing his
thigh muscles around my prick. My glans, however, gradually became spongy
again. Then Dan spoke:

     "Dad, your tip feels softer now. How about we start again?"

     "Good idea, Dan. This feels so good I want to find out how it will
feel when we come." Dan resumed stroking the sleeve along their joined
pricks, and I resumed stroking, keeping time with Dan's hand. My helmet
felt extremely sensitive rubbing against Dan's perineum and thighs through
the thin latex, and soon I felt the inrush of blood that firmed it up
again. Now my nerve endings were compressed between the hardness of my
glans and Dan's body, and the sensitivity shot up.

     "My tip's really sensitive now," I said. "How are you doing?" I asked.

     "I'm getting that slight ache in my helmet," Dan replied. "I need to
come soon."

     "Me, too," answered my father. "Oh, now I'm getting a tickle in my
rim."

     "Mine's tickling too," I murmured. Now the compelling sensations
forced me to thrust harder, and I saw Dan's hand almost blurring as he
stroked the sleeve quickly.

     "TINGLING!  AAAAAHHHHH!" he shouted as his eyes closed and his hips
bucked. Dan was coming hard. I wasn't quite there yet, and my eyes were
still open when I saw Dad's jaw drop and his eyes open wide as he bellowed:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNHHHHHH!" as his orgasm began. His eyes snapped shut
and I saw his body shuddered as my eyes closed. I cried out helplessly as
the first contraction deep inside me sent a torrent of hot cream flying up
my prick to burst out my tip into the condom. I was thrusting hard, caught
up in my frenzy, plunging my straining prick as deeply as I could between
Dan's thighs as another hot jet slammed through the lips of my orifice to
coat my glans and the inside of the latex. The coating softened the
friction but Dan's thighs clamped down on my prick as his body shuddered,
heightening my sensations, and I spewed again. My helmet was throbbing hard
and I was grunting and gasping as the sensations filled my body.

     The three of us struggled together in hot passion as our pricks
throbbed and discharged their sperm. My abdomen slammed hard against Dan's
butt again and again as I thrust wildly, continuing even after I was no
longer shooting, but merely oozing cream. Now I stopped and began to relax,
exhausted by our hot threesome. The others were already still, sinking into
their dazes. Minutes passed, and I again became aware of my surroundings I
heard Dad's voice:

     "Something happened there. I was about to come, and then I felt your
helmet throb against mine and then hot liquid shot into my penis, right
down my urethra, and I was coming like I never came before."

     "Our holes were perfectly lined up, Dad," Dan told him. "When I came,
my first stream shot right down your hole because it pouts open, like
Jack's. The same thing happened with him several times. He loves it when
that happens."

     "When I get a stream of hot cream down my orifice, it always triggers
my orgasm," I said. "It's a terrific sensation, and I'm glad it happened to
you the first time."

     "Now you know why we love the buddy sleeve," Dan said. "We always do
this lying down because if we were standing our knees would buckle."

     "Did you ever get a stream down your meatus, Dan?" Dad asked.

     "No, never did. My slit's long but it stays closed, even when my
helmet swells up.  You have to have one of those wide open pouting holes to
make a good target for shooting into."

     "It never happened to Billy, either," I added. "Billy's also got a
long slit, like Dan's, and it stays closed. You're lucky to have a pouting
meatus." Our pricks were shrinking, and I held the base of my condom as I
pulled out from between Dan's thighs. I got up on one elbow and saw that
white cream had leaked copiously out both ends of the sleeve onto the
towel. Dan pulled the sleeve from between their shrunken pricks and the
odor of Chlorine filled the air.

     "Our sperm smells like chlorine," Dad said. "I think we all have that
smell."

     "Well, we inherited it from you," Dan said as he leaned forward to
kiss Dad on the lips. "Now let me milk you down." He reached under Dad's
scrotum, pressing his finger into the urethra, running it forward. Then he
pressed his finger into the underside of Dad's shaft, milking out the
residue. Dad did the same to him as I milked my prick, letting the drops
fall into the open end of the condom.

     "Now we ought to take a shower," Dan suggested. We arose and got into
the shower, our wet dripping pricks still skinned back, foreskins lodged
behind our coronas, and the hot water started our yellow streams flowing.

     "This always flushes us out perfectly," Dan said. We pulled our fleshy
rings back to straighten out the wrinkles and rinse off any sperm trapped
there, and then pulled them down to cover our precious helmets. We got out
and dried each other, and then Dad said:

     "Come on, boys, I'll fix breakfast."