Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 07:08:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 20, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 20

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The following Saturday we were again at Billy's house, as this was
becoming routine for us. As usual, we'd stripped upon entering, and now
were in the living room looking casually at each other's crotches. Billy
spoke up:

     "You guys ever hear of that game where husbands and wives get
together, the guys go behind curtains with only their cocks showing through
the curtains, and the wives have t choose which cock belongs to their
husbands?"

     "I heard about that years ago, but never met anyone who actually took
part in it.  I never met anyone who knows someone who did that," I
said. "Maybe it's just an urban legend."

     "That could be," said Ted. "Anyway, I'm sure we could identify each
other by our dicks. You'd have no trouble telling which is mine- no hair
and small."

     "You and Dan have similar cocks," Billy said. "You both have helmets,
and Dan has a long slit and you have a pouting slit, when you're hard."

     "Yeah but I'd have to be hard for you to see it," I replied.

     "I could tell even soft," Billy riposted. "Your slit isn't as long as
Dan's."

     "Of us four, you have the only mushroom shape," Dan told him. "The
rest of us have helmets. Even soft, our ridges have that flare."

     "That's true," Billy admitted. "If it were just us four, we could
tell. But what if we were lined up with a hundred guys? It would be harder
then."

     "You could eliminate most guys easily because they'd be circumcised,"
Ted contributed.

     "Yeah, there might be ten of us with skins," Billy said. "If we were
in Europe, it would be different."

     "Still, not all foreskins look alike," I said. "We've all got enough
to cover our tips, but some guys have short foreskins that cover only
half. Then there are guys like Nick, who have long nipples at the end."

     "That's right," Billy said. "Then some are thin, like ours, and others
are thick. Last week I saw one in the locker room that was really
thick. You couldn't really see the shape of the head through it."

     "That's another thing, the shape and size of the head," Dan said. Ours
are all big at the end, and they bulge, but some guys with small tips have
cocks that taper, like a worm."

     "Oh, yeah," Billy agreed. "I saw a couple of cocks like that when I
was at summer camp at age 12. I also saw that some uncut guys didn't skin
back to pee."

     "It probably splattered all over," I said.

     "No, not always. It usually came out in a neat stream. I think only
the guys who splattered found it necessary to skin back."

     "Jack and I always have to skin back when we pee," Dan said. "Even if
we didn't splatter, we'd skin back so as not to have any residue under our
skins.  After a few hours it starts to stink."

     "Me too," Ted chimed in. "I'm careful not to leave any urine inside my
foreskin. I love the clean smell of dick, but stale urine doesn't smell
good at all."

     "You always skin back all the way?" Billy asked. "I just uncover the
front of my tip."

     "Sometimes we do, but other times we don't," I replied. "I like to
skin back most of the way to be sure the hole's clear. I think Dan does
too." I felt a tickle deep inside that told me I'd started secreting
lubricant. I was sure the others were too, as we always enjoyed sex talk as
a preliminary to sex play. It was a sort of verbal foreplay, a way of
exchanging information and getting aroused at the same time.

     "My tip's so small that it doesn't take much to uncover it all the
way," Ted contributed. "I make sure to milk it down afterward, to get every
drop out."

     "We milk ours down too," Dan said. "I really hate that wet feeling in
my underwear. Even if it doesn't leak out of the skin, it stays there and
starts to smell bad after a few hours."

     "I sometimes forget to milk it, and get a few drops in my shorts,"
Billy said. Billy's prick had begun to swell, and now I found mine stirring
as well.

     "Well, I think we all took showers this morning, so we must smell
nice," I said.  "All I've got inside my foreskin is a couple of drops of
lube." I skinned back half way to show them the wet and glossy front
dome. My glans had begun to swell and the lips of my slit were parting to
form a teardrop, with a drop of fluid filling the gap. Billy leaned close
to me and sniffed.

     "Yeah," he said. "You cock smells nice and clean." He uncapped his and
held it close to my nose, wet and glossy mushroom staring at me.

     "So does yours," I said. I grasped his prick and slid his foreskin
back and forth a few times, spreading his lube thoroughly over his
glans. Billy reciprocated, and within seconds we were fully hard. Ted and
Dan were caressing each other's pricks, and were erect. It was time to get
serious.

     "Maybe you and Dan could dock with the buddy sleeve," Billy suggested.
"Ted's never seen the buddy sleeve, and you could demonstrate it while I
dock him inside my skin." We went into the bedroom, where Billy spread a
towel on the bed and handed us the sleeve, after squirting a few drops of
Astroglide into it. Dan and I arranged ourselves on the bed, pricks
pointing toward each other, and eased into the sleeve. The ribs inside the
sleeve pushed our foreskins back to lock behind our rims, and I felt Dan's
hot hard glans pressing against the front dome of mine. I started sliding
the sleeve back and forth between us.

     Ted and Billy stood watching us, hands on each other's pricks. Billy
explained to Ted:

     "Jack and Dan have big helmets, so even though they have skins they
only have room enough inside for one head. "Now because your tip is small,
any one of us can dock you. Dan and Jack have to use that buddy sleeve to
simulate docking.  It's not a real skin, but they enjoy it a lot." I added
to his comments:

     "It actually feels better than a foreskin," I said. "There are rib on
the inside of the sleeve, and they give us more sensation on the helmet
than the inside of a smooth foreskin." Dan took it further:

     "You see we've got flaring rims like you do," he said. "Well, the ribs
snap over them as Jack strokes, and they both rub and compress our
rims. That's a terrific feeling."

     "The ribs also ripple over the twin lobes of our coronas where they
meet under the glans," I added. "Also the gee-string between them." As I
spoke, I kept stroking slowly and evenly, building up our sensations. Billy
and Ted were still standing, but Billy had taken Ted's small glans inside
his hood and was stroking them both. I felt Dan's fingers creeping between
my thighs to cup my scrotum, which was already tight from my excitement. We
were both lubricating heavily, and the thick viscous liquid softened the
friction for us, slowing our race to orgasm.

     "Let's watch them come first, before we do," Ted suggested to
Billy. "This is really exciting for me."

     "Good idea," Billy replied. "It'll be hotter for us when we do come."
Dan had begun moaning softly as the friction and pressure stimulated his
helmet and bunched-up foreskin, and my breathing became faster. I knew we
were doubly excited, from the physical sensations and from describing them
to Ted. Now we concentrated on the feelings in our pricks, anticipating the
onset of orgasm, which would be soon.  I was now stroking slightly faster,
because of the compelling sensations. At the same time I was trying to
remain relaxed so as to prolong the build-up, but wasn't succeeding. I felt
my glans swelling from the inrush of blood, and sensed that Dan's front
dome was firmer than before.

     "Their helmets are getting darker," Billy commented to Ted.

     "Yeah, I can see that through the plastic," Ted acknowledged. "They're
getting close."

     "We're getting that final swelling," I murmured. Dan's moaning became
louder and his breathing became shallow and faster. We were caught up in
the last stage before the explosion, and our minds increasingly focused on
our own bodies. My awareness of the outside world dimmed, and I felt my
eyes closing, shutting out extraneous perceptions to allow me to
concentrate on the delicious sensations in my prick.

     "Tickle," Dan whispered, and I felt him thrust his glans hard against
mine. He'd be coming before I did, and whether his jets would shoot into my
meatus or swirl around the front of my helmet, his discharges would trigger
mine.

     Ohhh," I moaned as a tickle began in my corona. I felt a tightening at
the root of my prick, despite my effort to remain relaxed, and I knew the
end was only seconds away.

     "They're gonna come," I heard Billy say in the distance. I was forced
to stroke faster, pursuing the sensations, impelled by the hot feelings in
my prick.

     "Tingling," Dan gasped, and I felt his body tighten up against mine
where our chests pressed together and our legs intertwined. Now I was
stroking as quickly as I could aand the tickle in my rim turned into a hot
tingle that spread all over my glans.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard Dan bellow as I felt his big helmet
throb hard against mine as it spewed a floor of hot cream that enveloped
the front of my glans, triggering my release. I cried out as the first
spasm wracked my insides, feeling the burning hot liquid shooting up my
urethra to mix with his.  Dan cried out helplessly as he shot again, and I
felt the flood of cream flowing over my helmet inside the sleeve. My
torrent quickly followed as I grunted and groaned in sweet agony. Our
bodies shuddered together as our pricks surged again, the streams filling
the sleeve and flowing past our swollen coronas to leak out the ends. My
helmet was sliding in a cushion of thick viscous liquid as another spasm
wracked me, and I felt Dan's helmet throb and his hot gush against my
glans.

     "AAAAHHHHH!"  Dan yelled as the final discharge spewed from his
throbbing helmet to splash against the front of mine, followed by my
ejaculation. Our orgasms were almost over, although our pricks still
twitched. We began to relax as the tension left us, our tips seeping a few
drops that flowed slowly up our tubes. We were still for a minute as our
pricks shrunk. I was coming back to full consciousness and heard Billy say:

     "Now that was inspiration, Ted. Watching those two hot guys coming
hard like that should have you ready to blow your load right into my skin."

     "I'm, almost there, Billy," Ted replied. "I don't want to shoot while
standing because my knees would probably buckle."

     "I know you're almost there. Your balls are really tight," Billy
informed him. Dan and I got up, leaking sperm into the towel as we rolled
it up and emptying the sleeve into it. We spread another towel for Billy
and Ted, and they carefully eased themselves onto the bed without breaking
contact. Ted's small helmet was making a noticeable bulge in Billy's ample
hood, and Billy was stroking over both tips. Dan and I milked our pricks
into wads of Kleenex, not wanting to go into the bathroom and miss the
show.

     "His tip's not spongy any more," Billy commented to us. "It's hard as
a rock."

     Ted was obviously way ahead of Billy, and was grunting hard as he
thrust his prick deeper into Billy's loose foreskin. I saw his eyes close
as the moment of rapture approached and his lips drew back from his
teeth. His breathing was shallow and rapid. Billy's scrotum was also tight
against his body, but he was still a minute or two from coming.

     "Yeah, Ted would collapse if he started coming while on his feet," Dan
said to me. "Look at the way his legs are shaking now." At that moment
Billy expertly grasped Ted's penis near the base and pushed back on the
skin, putting tension on Ted's frenulum to boost his sensations, and we
heard Ted howl.

     "AAAAAAAHHHHH!"  he yelped as his orgasm launched. His hips bucked
hard and his entire body shuddered as the frenzy of the climax overwhelmed
him. I saw white liquid start to seep from the end of Billy's foreskin onto
the towel. Ted cried out helplessly as he trembled, his legs twitching as
his prick discharged more sperm. Billy kept up his stroking to keep Ted
coming as long as possible, and Ted responded, crying out and thrusting. We
saw more white liquid leak out the end of Billy's hood as Ted's legs
trembled, and knew that Ted was truly draining himself. I felt Dan's
fingers close around my wet prick and knew this was getting to him. It was
getting to me too, and I grasped his prick. We were totally limp, and
unable to attain erections so soon after coming, but we were aroused
mentally.

     Now Ted was still, utterly exhausted, and we saw his body start to
relax. His eyes remained closed, as he sank into a daze in which he
remained for a couple of minutes. Billy began to milk his urethra as his
prick shrank and slipped out of the enveloping foreskin. Then he pulled
Ted's hood down over the shrunken helmet. When Ted opened his eyes he
snuggled down to Billy's groin, grasping his still hard prick and inserted
his tongue inside the hood. We saw the bulge of his tongue move as he ran
it all around Billy's mushroom, licking up the remnants of hs
ejaculation. Then he addressed Billy:

     "Okay, I came way before you. Now I'll make you come and swallow your
cream." He slipped his tongue into Billy's foreskin again, and by the
movements we saw he was probing Billy's long slit. Now he probed farther,
caressing the broad upper surface of Billy's swollen mushroom and then
descending to strum the gee-string, making Billy sigh in delight. Billy's
tight scrotum was evidence of his arousal, and I knew it wouldn't be long
before he'd cry out and pump his sperm into Ted's mouth.

     Now Ted's fingers closed around Billy's shaft, pulling back hard,
drawing the foreskin off the glans, giving him access to the entire
surface. Ted locked his lips behind Billy's corona ad twisted his head,
producing the delicious sideways friction that never failed to trigger
orgasm. A tremor began in Billy's legs as the sensations reached deeply
into his, and we saw him clench his fists. Billy's rapid breathing was
punctuated by gasps as waves of sensation flowed through his penis, and now
his eyes closed.

     "This is it," Dan whispered to me. Ted had pulled back slightly and
brought Billy's foreskin riding over his ridge. Now he pulled back hard on
the foreskin, his lips following to envelop Billy's corona, the double
stroke that we'd learned from Ken. Billy's body tensed suddenly, and he
cried out:

     "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"  as his hips bucked, and we knew he'd just had his
first discharge. Ted's Adam's apple bobbed, and he pumped Billy's prick
again, producing another spasm that wracked Billy's straining body. Billy
shuddered hard as he cried out again, and Ted swallowed his jet. Dan leaned
against me, and I put my arm around him as we watched this erotic display,
vicariously enjoying Billy's orgasm.

     Billy's hips bucked again, thrusting his prick deeper into Ted's mouth
as he yelped again, and Ted pumped his foreskin hard, bumping his corona
and making Billy shudder in frenzy as the orgasm consumed him. Ted
swallowed again not letting a drop of Billy's hot sperm escape his
lips. Billy let out one last agonized cry and then was still, his
ejaculations over, although I was sure his slit still seeped a creamy
residue. Ted began milking his urethra, beginning behind his scrotum and
carefully working his way along Billy's penis to the end, licking away the
drops as they emerged. Dan and I turned away now, and entered the shower
stall.

     Under the hot water, our soft pricks discharged their yellow streams,
the strong gush tickling the inside of my urethra. Dan leaned into me and
whispered:

     "It always feels so good to pee afterward." I replied:

     "It feels good to pee any time. That rush in my prick always gives me
a thrill." We milked our pricks to expel the last drops of urine and soaped
each others' bodies. Then we rinsed carefully, making sure no soap remained
between glans and foreskin, and dried ourselves. As we had several other
things to do that afternoon, we left Billy and Ted to their own devices.