Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 08:50:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing up Intact, Part 2, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 2

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The following evening we did it again, stroking our pricks while
facing each other.  I saw the pleasure in his eyes as he anticipated the
marvelous sensations that would soon fill his body. I felt the tension
building in me and heard him say:

     "I'm starting to get the same feeling, like I have to pee." Dan's
fingers were moving faster now, sliding his foreskin back and forth,
alternately baring and covering the purple glans.

     "I'm getting that feeling too. This time you know you don't have to
pee. Just keep sliding your skin like I'm doing. This time we'll come
together." We stroked our foreskins a couple more times and then we both
cried out helplessly as the hot sensations of climax flooded our nervous
systems. I watched fascinated as our pricks bobbed up and down with each
spasm.

     "It was so nice, feeling my cock jerk when I came," he said. He looked
at mine, standing bare-headed, foreskin drawn back. "Something came out of
your cock." Several drops of clear, slippery fluid were oozing from my
slit, running down my softening shaft.

     "I think that's natural lubricant," I told him. "Walter had the same
thing when we saw him jerk off. It mixed with his spit."

     "I'm glad we've got skin to do it," Dan said. "I saw how hard Walter
had to jerk to make himself come."

     "I think he had to do it harder because his prick isn't as sensitive
as ours or Billy's. Having skin makes it easier for us. We're lucky our
parents didn't have us cut."

     I'd passed my 12th birthday, and my prick had begun to grow. I also
had a few hairs growing around its base. My scrotum became looser and my
balls were hanging down instead of being tight against my body. It was only
a matter of time until I began shooting like Billy and Walter.

     This happened a few months later. I'd noticed that the fluid that
seeped out had become milky instead of clear like before, and this evening
Dan and I were sitting side by side on my bed when my orgasm took
place. The build-up felt different now. It no longer felt as if I had to
pee, but I felt a sweet ache of anticipation in my tip and my balls had
drawn up against my body.

     "I think this is it," I whispered to Dan. A moment later I felt a
sharp contraction deep inside me as the familiar thud-thud-thud of my
orgasm began.  This time my eyes were open and I saw a jet of white liquid
erupt from my slit to land on my stomach, followed by another and
another. My prick was no longer super-sensitive during orgasm, and I was
able to keep stroking my foreskin as it throbbed and jerked.

     "You shot, just like Walter and Billy," Dan said in a tone of wonder
after I'd finished.

     "Yeah, I did, and one of these days you'll shoot too," I told him. Dan
was on the verge of orgasm, and watching mine sent him over the edge. I
wrapped my arms around him as his body jerked and a few clear drops oozed
from his slit.

     "I don't feel like I have to pee any more," Dan said. "Now I get a
tickle in the rim or a tingle in the head."

     "I get the same thing," I told Dan. "I haven''t had the urge to pee
for months. Now it starts with a tickle in my ridge and then the entire
head starts tingling."

     As my prick continued to grow my into my foreskin the nipple
disappeared. My prick was growing into the slack skin, filling it up, until
I had just a pucker in front of my glans. I was still able to fit Dan's
little tip inside my foreskin, though. Dan and I realized that I would no
longer be able to dock him when his started to grow to adult size. My glans
matured too, filling out into a classic helmet shape like Walter's, but my
slit pouted into a teardrop shape when it was fully swollen.

     We got together with Billy again one day. We were at his house while
his parents were out, and we undressed for a show and tell. His prick was
more fully grown than mine, as he was a year older. Like mine, his long
foreskin nipple had been filled by his growing penis, and he had only a
pucker at the end, while immediately behind it his big mushroom shaped
glans bulged through the covering skin. His balls had dropped too, and now
hung in a loose scrotal sac.

     "Your cock's really big now," said Dan, whose own prick was just
starting to develop. "You've got a big tip just like my brother."

     "Yours is going to grow big too," Billy assured him. "I bet you end up
with a big tip too. After all, you're brothers." As he spoke, Billy skinned
back and we saw a large drop of clear lubricant seeping through the lips of
his long slit. "I bet you get this juice too," he continued. "This makes
the tip really slippery so the skin slides easily."

     "We both do," I said. "I can shoot too, but Dan still gets dry comes."
We were sitting in three chairs facing each other in Billy's kitchen, and I
knew that the tile floor would make cleaning up our sperm easy.

     "Let's see what we can do," Billy challenged, grasping the end of
Dan's foreskin between thumb and index finger and giving it several gentle
tugs that started Dan's prick swelling. I squeezed Billy's big bulging tip
through his thick foreskin and felt a responsive throb. Dan wrapped his
fingers around mine and began the delicious up-and-down movement he knew I
like. Within seconds we were rock-hard, and avidly pumping each other's
pricks. Although we'd grown into our nipples, our skin stretched to cover
the glans during erection, allowing long strokes, and we made full use of
this.

     "Let's keep doing each other," I urged. "We know it feels better with
someone else's hand." Dan and Billy stroked faster in silent assent to my
suggestion, and within a minute I felt the onset of the warning sensation
in my glans.

     "I'm close, Dan, very close," I told him. He responded by stroking me
faster.

     "I want to make you come now, Jack," he said. "Billy's almost got me
there."

     "I'm close too," Billy chimed in. "You really know how to stroke my
dick, Jack." I felt a slight throb through the covering skin and knew Billy
was as close as I was.

     "We'll come together then," I muttered as my eyes closed. I redoubled
my effort on Billy's erection as I felt a tickle in my rim, a tickle that
quickly spread all over my helmet. "I'm tickling now...." I trailed off.

     "Me too," Billy said.

     "My tip's tingling," I heard Dan say and a second later he bawled:

     "OH!  OH! OH! OH!." I felt the first hot spasm deep inside me as
Billy's prick throbbed in my encircling fingers. Billy and I were crying
out too. My first jet felt like hot lava as it hurtled up my tube to shoot
into the air. I felt Billy's hot sperm landing on my fingers as his prick
throbbed again. We were all grunting and yelping loudly as the hot fury of
our orgasms ripped through our bodies and our hard pricks throbbed
uncontrollably. Billy and Dan were shuddering as hard as I was as our jets
poured out onto the tile floor.

     We looked at each other as our pricks relaxed and returned to normal
size. We'd all shot, only Dan's ejaculations were still clear fluid, not
sperm-filled like mine and Billy's. Billy got some paper towels and we
wiped our hands, bodies, and pricks before wiping up the spill on the
floor.

     "That was great, all coming together," Billy said. "It's really hot
when I know you're feeling the same things I am, and you know I'm having
the same as you at exactly the same time"

     "I enjoyed feeling your prick throbbing in my hand as you came," I
told him.  "I know you felt Dan's prick jerking when he came."

     "What's really nice is when you can go head to head inside your skin,"
Billy said.  "That's called `docking' and you can feel his head throbbing
against yours when he comes. Ever do that?"

     "Dan and I used to do it, but now that our tips are growing we don't
have enough skin to hold both heads at once."

     "My older cousin in Arkansas has a lot of skin, more than I do" Billy
said.  "He's 16, and his dick's full-grown, but he still has enough skin so
that he's got a nipple in front, like we did when we were younger. When I
was out there last month, he docked me, and it was great, feeling his tip
jerk against mine when he came. His come felt so hot all around my head,
and then I shot and he told me after that he felt my come shoot right to
the back of his skin and around his rim. I think that day we shot more than
we'd ever shot before."

     "That must have been fun," I mused. "I wish I'd been there. I wish I'd
been able to have your cousin dock me."

     "I told him I didn't have enough skin to dock another guy," Billy
said.  "He told me I could get almost the same thing by making a buddy
sleeve."

     "What's that?" Dan asked.

     "A buddy sleeve is a piece of soft tubing that you can use like
docking. You put your dicks in at each end and they meet in the middle and
then you jack it over your dicks. When you come you're tip to tip, just
like docking, and you feel each other's tip throb. The hot cream goes all
around your tips, right back to the rims and the grooves behind them. That
feels really good."

     "Why did your cousin need that?" I asked. "You said he's got enough
skin to dock you."

     "He didn't need it but some of his friends did. Most guys in Arkansas
still have their skins, but most aren't as long as Joey's. They use the
buddy sleeve to dock each other. They make it out of an old bicycle inner
tube, about six inches long, and they put some oil or K-Y inside it before
putting their dicks in. They pull their skins back and push their tips in,
and when they meet in the middle they start jacking. Then there are a few
guys there who don't have skins because they were cut as babies. They
really need the sleeves."

     "I guess we'll have to try that," I said. "Dan and I enjoy docking
because we like to feel our tips throb against each other and we just love
feeling the hot juice shooting around our heads."

     My 14th birthday came and by this time my jets were powerful enough to
shoot three feet. Dan loved to watch me shoot and when he did me he was
careful not to let my foreskin go far enough forward to obstruct the
streams, pumping it only half-way up my helmet when he saw I was
coming. Dan's jets, although not as copious or powerful as mine yet, were
now white because they were filled with sperm.

     Dan seemed to be maturing faster than I had. I hadn't been able to
retract my foreskin until I was eight. He'd done it at age seven. Now Dan
was shooting sperm earlier than I had, and his prick was growing faster
than mine had at his age. He was two years younger than I but his sexual
development was only a year behind mine.

     One evening he suggested something new:

     "Let me stick my tongue inside your skin," he said. "I bet you're
going to like that. I've been thinking of how your tongue would feel inside
my skin." We turned around on my bed to a "69" position, and I grasped his
limp prick around the middle to stabilize it as I probed his foreskin with
my tongue. His prick had a nice clean taste, as he washed his glans and
foreskin every day. So did I, to ensure that no stale secretions
accumulated. Our pricks had a clean musky aroma that was very pleasant. I
felt his tongue-tip push into my pucker, probing my slit, and it sent a hot
spark through my helmet. With this stimulation, our pricks quickly
stiffened, and we began stroking each other.

     "That felt really nice," I told him as I lovingly worked his hood back
and forth in long slow strokes.

     "That made me really hard too," he said. His warm fingers slid my
foreskin slowly, languidly as he continued: "Let's go slow to make it last
longer." I felt him draw my foreskin back and then his tongue-tip probed my
pouting slit again, sending a small shockwave of sensation through me.

     "I felt your cock jerk," he said. "You really liked that." I pushed
his foreskin back slightly and fluttered my tongue-tip sideways across his
slit, feeling his prick throb in response. Now I engulfed his glans
completely, my lips pushing his foreskin back behind the ridge so that my
lips wrapped around his rim. I felt his lips sliding over my helmet until
they locked behind my flaring corona as his tongue caressed the broad upper
surface of my glans. I saw his scrotum draw up tightly against his body as
I worked his helmet with lips and tongue.

     We didn't even try to speak as we were locked in passion, pricks deep
in each other's mouth, all thought of prolonging the act forgotten as we
raced toward the point of release. We were locked together, our hips
thrusting, driving our pricks deeper, until seconds later a hot tingle
pervaded my straining glans and I began shooting my streams into his
mouth. I felt Dan's prick throb hard against my tongue and palate, and knew
he was coming too as he flooded my mouth with thick, salty fluid that
smelled of chlorine.

     We grunted and groaned, unable to cry out with our mouths full,
frantically swallowing the floods of cream, totally enraptured by the
sensations in our straining, throbbing pricks. We shuddered hard, caught up
in the sweet agony of mutual orgasm, until we'd shot our last loads. I ran
a fingertip behind his scrotum, pressing his residual sperm along his
urethra, and then up the underside of his softening shaft, tasting the last
drops as they flowed from his slit onto my waiting tongue. I felt his
finger milking my prick too, and then he removed his mouth and pulled my
foreskin forward to cover my shrinking glans. I did the same for him, and
we sank into a daze, totally exhausted.

     Dan's prick was a bit smaller than mine because it wasn't fully grown
yet, but it looked like an almost exact duplicate of mine. We both had
straight shafts with a big vein running down the right side, supple
foreskins that still covered the glans when erect, and similar
helmet-shaped heads, with blunt nose and high flaring corona. Underneath we
had similar triangular grooves where the two halves of our coronas met, and
similar gee-strings, or frenulums, very sensitive to touch. The only
difference was that Dan's prick had a longer slit than mine, and during
erection it didn't pout the way mine did.

     One evening we were both hard and ready for more play, when I
suggested that we try stroking each other by direct friction of fingertips
on the exposed heads. As both our foreskins locked back behind our coronas
this wasn't hard to do. We both had lots of natural lubricant and this
prevented the irritation of dry friction on our sensitive tips.

     "We've got to go slowly," I told Dan as I cupped his helmet between
the fingertips of my right hand. "Our tips are very sensitive."

     "I can feel that," Dan replied. "It feels sharper than when you just
rub my skin up and down. Your fingertips are rougher than the inside of my
skin." He ran his fingertips lightly over my glans and my prick twitched.

     "It feels sharper for me too," I told him. "We've got to be careful or
we'll come too soon."

     "I know," he said. "I felt your cock jerk when I touched the tip."
Dan continued to run his fingertips lightly and slowly over my turgid
glans, as I did the same to him. The direct friction was very stimulating,
and we seeped even more lubricant from our orifices. This softened the
sensations somewhat, helping us to hold off orgasm a bit longer. Finally, I
felt the familiar tickle in my corona when Dan ran his figer around it.

     "My ridge's tickling," I warned him as I clasped his glans tighter.

     "I'm almost there too," he said as he tightened his grip on my helmet
and twisted his fingers around it. This sent me over the edge and a hot
tingle filled my glans as the first spasm began deep inside me. I heard Dan
cry out too as his tip throbbed between my fingers, and now we were
shooting our loads, crying out helplessly as our pricks throbbed and
gushed. Hot sperm flowed over our fingers and we took full-fisted grips on
each other's pricks, pumping hard, extracting as much creamy liquid as
possible.

     Our bodies were writhing and our hips bucking as the hot frenzy swept
over us. I saw Dan's lips were drawn back as if he were in pain, but it was
just the sweet agony of orgasm. After several more ejaculations, our bodies
relaxed, and then we were still for a couple of minutes.

     "Man, that was hot," Dan said in a whisper when he came out of his
daze.

     "That direct friction on our helmets was almost too much," I
said. "Your prick got rock-hard so fast."

     "Your was too, Jack. I saw the look on your face. You looked almost
like it hurt."

     "Almost, Dan, almost," I said. "It was intense." We wiped up our
discharges, milked our pricks, and went to sleep.