Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 09:20:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 23

Growing Up Intact, Part 23

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     That evening Dan and I were in bed, ready for sleep. We'd spent the
afternoon studying and doing our homework. I was on my left side and Dan
was right behind me, his arm over my body and his warm fingers around my
prick. His fingers moved slight along my shaft, stroking my foreskin.

     "You're swelling," he said. I reached behind me and grasped his
heavy-ended prick, squeezing the helmet through the encapsulating hood.

     "I've been thinking of how hot this morning was," I replied. "That
e-stim made my penis tingle so much....."

     "I've been thinking about that too," he said. "I know we were both
turned on from going through it and then watching others shooting their
loads."

     "Yeah," I said. "We felt drained right then, but it's been at the back
of our minds since." My prick was definitely swelling now, and I felt his
responding to my rhythmic squeezes.

     "I'm hot and horny again," he said. "I can feel you are too." He was
now slipping my foreskin back half-way to bare the front dome of my helmet,
and then pushing it forward again to envelop it completely, and this was
having a pronounced effect on me.

     "We're in the perfect position for Princeton," I suggested. "Let me
get a towel down in front of me and put the condom on you." We rolled off
the bed and Dan got a towel from the bathroom. I took a condom from the
bedside table and squirted a few drops of Astroglide lubricant into it. Dan
stood in front of me, his 6 1/2" prick pointing straight at my face, and I
pushed his foreskin back to catch behind his flaring corona. His glans and
foreskin aroma hit me and I commented:

     "Your prick smells so nice. This makes me hot too." I placed the
condom on his front dome, pinching the end to create some slack for
thrusting, and lovingly unrolled it over his bulging glans, continuing to
the base of his shaft. Dan sighed at the sensation and I said:

     "I love handling your prick. Just looking at it makes me hot because
it's so beautiful. Touching it is pure heaven." I lay back on the bed on my
left side again, and as Dan eased into position behind me I lifted my
leg. He slipped his prick between my thighs touching my perineum, and said:

     "I'm going to be handling your cock now. That's really hot. I'll be
stroking you until you cream and I'll feel your helmet and shaft throbbing
in my hand."  He emphasized his point by reaching over my body and giving
my prick a tight squeeze.

     "Ooooohhh," I sighed. "That's so erotic." He began a slow thrusting
between my thighs, stroking my foreskin in synchronization.

     "We've done this many times, Bro, but I never get tired of it," he
said.

     "Me neither," I responded. "I lobe to feel your big prick sliding
between my thighs, and then throbbing hard when you come. I love to feel
your fingers around my prick, stroking my foreskin back and forth, making
my balls tighten up, and then bringing me to orgasm."

     "We can come together when we do Princeton," he said. "It feels better
when we're both coming at the same time."

     'Yeah, when I start to get a tingle in my tip feeling your helmet
nudging my balls sends me over the edge," I said.

     "There's lot of room in this condom," he observed. "This gives me lots
of room to slide, and I feel the texture of your skin through the latex."

     "Good thing we get Trojan Magnums," I replied. "Your prick's longer
than mine and you can use the extra room." All the while Dan kept thrusting
slowly and stroking me at the same pace. We were both pretty relaxed,
determined to make it last and to enjoy the ride. Dan was the active
partner and he knew exactly how to give us both the best experience.

     "I like it that the rubber's not tight around my tip," he said. "It
lets me swing a little bit from side to side." He demonstrated, swinging
his penis against one thigh and then the other for a variation in
sensations.

     "We both have big helmets," I said. "We enjoy the extra slack. What
you're doing right now feels good to me."

     "This will feel good too," he said as he began twisting my foreskin
slightly on the forward stroke. "I know we both love that sideways friction
on our tips." The increased sensations made my scrotum tighten, drawing up
against my body.

     "Are your balls getting tighter?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I feel them coming up," he replied. "I think yours are
too. They seem firmer against my helmet."

     "Mine are really tight now, even though you're going slowly." Dan's
even thrusts and strokes would sooner or later bring us to the point of no
return, when orgasm became inevitable and we'd be mindlessly grunting,
throbbing, and ejaculating. I felt a tickle in the root of my prick, and a
drop of natural lubricant began crawling up my urethra.

     "I'm getting lube," I said.

     "Me too," Dan told me.

     "I'm glad I didn't put too much Astroglide in the condom," I told him.
"You secrete enough so that you hardly need artificial lube. Anyway, I'm
glad you're taking it easy."

     "We both know we'll come hotter and harder if we take our time," he
said.  "Rushing it's a loser."

     "It's also nice with the buddy sleeve," I said. "With that, we can
come together and feel each other's tips throbbing and shooting all over
us."

     "Yeah, I love to feel your hot cream coating my tip from front to the
groove in back, mixing with mine."

     "It's especially hot the times you've come first and our holes were
lined up and you shot right down my hole," I said. Our sex talk was adding
to our excitement, heightening our every sensation. "First I felt your
throb and then liquid fire shooting down my urethra. That always triggered
my orgasm right then."

     "Yeah, I'd throb first and then I'd hear you grunt hard as your tip
throbbed against mine," he said. "Then we'd flood the sleeve with our cream
and some would run out the ends. I'd feel your helmet pushing hard against
the front of mine."

     "That was hot, but this morning was really something else," I
said. "My prick was tingling right from the start. Whatever program was on,
there was this pleasant tingle running through my prick."

     "I remember," he agreed. "It was the same for me. I'm glad I followed
Billy's lead and put the loop inside my skin under the head and touching my
gee-string. I felt the tingle all through my cock, even in the skin."

     "That's how it felt for me," I said. "When I saw what it did for you I
knew it would be the same for me."

     "The sensation when I went to TOGGLE and saw my cock jerking up with
every pulse drove me over the edge," Dan said. "Nothing else mattered
anymore. I was concentrating on my cock, and how the pulses hit my prostate
too, and I just lost it."

     "I know, Dan. I was watching you and saw how your prick was bobbing up
and down.  Billy was stroking my prick right then, and I was close to
coming when you started to shoot."

     "That really drained me," he said. "Then I watched you getting hooked
up, and saw what the e-stim was doing to you. My cock was totally limp
then, but I enjoyed the show. You'd been hard longer than the rest of us,
and it didn't take as long for you to come because you were really primed."

     "Oh, when INTENSE and TOGGLE were running, I was just out of this
world. After watching the three of you getting off on e-stim, and then
having it myself, I was helpless. I just lay there and let it
happen. Feeling my prick jerk up and down drove me over the edge."

     "I think both of us shot more times than we usually do," Dan said. "I
know for sure you did, because I was watching. You usually shoot five
loads.  This morning you shot six or seven. I knew how it felt for you
because I'd just had an electric orgasm myself. You were yelling loudly,
just as I had a few minutes before."

     "I was loud because my cream felt so hot running up my tube," I said.
"The whole experience felt so hot." Our reminiscing about the morning's
events was having an effect on Dan, as I felt him increase the pace of his
thrusts and his strokes on my foreskin. I felt drops of lubricant oozing
from my meatus.

     "You're pretty wet now," Dan commented. "Your lube's running out over
my fingers."

     "That's what you're doing to me, Dan," I said. "I know it's getting to
you too. You're pumping your prick faster and stroking me faster." I felt
Dan shift his grip slightly on my prick. Now his thumb was on top and three
fingers underneath, and he pulled back hard on my foreskin, stretching my
nerve-rich frenulum.

     "I'm trying to stay relaxed, but I'm still getting excited," he
replied.  "I know you are too. It's not just the lube leaking. I can feel
your helmet firming up through your skin."

     "Yours is too," I told him. "Your helmet's flaring out and I feel it
in my perineum."

     "Yeah, I feel your ridge through your skin, and it's definitely bigger
now. You're getting' there." Our mutual arousal was feeding on itself, and
Dan's thrusts sped up, as did his strokes on my foreskin. I really enjoyed
the longer strokes, pulling my hood back enough to put tension on the nerve
endings in my gee-string, making my glans dip. On the forward stroke, he
pushed hard, to envelope the head and form a pucker in front of it.

     "You're doing it to me, stretching my gee-string," I told him. "You're
going faster too. That feels so good." Dan's thrusts became urgent as the
compelling sensations forced him to go faster. I squeezed my thigh muscles,
putting pressure on his glans and shaft, increasing the friction. I heard
him moan behind me.

     "Oh, that feels so good on my cock," he said. "Can we stop a minute?
I'm gonna lose it in a few seconds."

     "Okay, let's take a short break," I agreed. "I'd like it to last a
little longer." Dan stopped thrusting, but his fingers continued to slide
my hood slightly over my swollen glans. He took several deep breaths and I
felt him relax somewhat. We lay still for a minute, during which I felt his
helmet lose its firmness. Now he resumed and said:

     "Okay, Jack, now let's go for the gold!" He started slowly at first,
but within seconds he was pumping faster, and manipulating my foreskin in
long hard strokes, twisting at the top of each cycle. I felt his glans
swell between my thighs, and heard his breathing become shallow and rapid,
like mine.

     "Your tip's hot and hard," he murmured in my ear. "I'm gonna give you
direct action." With these words he pulled back, locking my foreskin behind
my hard flaring corona, and I felt his warm fingers caressing my slippery
wet glans, stroking and twisting. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed into my
helmet, shooting down my shaft to the root. I felt his abdomen slap
repeatedly against my buttocks as he rushed toward his climax. My body
tensed up, and I felt a tremor in my legs. Now my eyes closed as I
concentrated on the sensations in my prick. A tickle started in my ridge,
and became a tingle that spread all over my helmet. A sudden spasm deep
inside me made me cry out:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as I felt a surge of hot liquid shoot into my
urethra and up my tube. Dan wasn't coming yet, so I reached down between my
thighs and pressed my fingertips into the bottom of his prick, hitting his
tightly stretched frenulum. I heard him yelp:

     "AAHHHHH!"  as the enhanced sensations flowed into his helmet and
triggered his climax. His prick throbbed hard between my thighs as he
thrust forward, and I knew he'd blown his first load. Now my second
ejaculation seared its way up my tube, slamming through the pouting lips of
my orifice and onto the towel. We struggled together in orgasm, our bodies
shuddering hard, and Dan's prick throbbed again, his hot sperm captured
inside the condom and coating his glans.

     We were both crying out helplessly as the intense sensations coursed
through us, our bodies locked together in the hot frenzy of mutual
orgasm. My third jet poured from my slit, coating his fingers and softening
the friction on my glans somewhat. Dan cried out again as his prick
throbbed between my thighs and against my probing fingers underneath. I
felt his fingers twisting around my helmet, drawing another spasm from me,
and more hot cream surged from my tip to run onto his fingers. I felt his
prick thrust and throb again as his third load poured into the latex
sheath.

     Dan's fingers caressed my corona and my nerve-rich gee-string to bring
forth the fourth jet from my throbbing tip, and a second later a spasm in
his prick told me that he'd discharged again. The chlorine odor from my
sperm filled the air, and I felt him flick his thumb rapidly over my ridge
while his other fingers pressed into my frenulum. Now I pressed harder into
the underside of his glans as the root of my prick throbbed with my fifth
release that squirted from my helmet.

     Dan's body slammed hard against mine as he blew his fifth load into
the condom, and then he lay still. His fingers were still wrapped around my
glans, but barely moving, The main part of my orgasm was over, but my prick
still twitched slightly and oozed a few drops. Our breathing slowed, and he
whispered into my ear:

     "Hey, Bro, I can smell your chlorine discharge." Both of us smell like
chlorine when we come, but I wasn't able to smell his sperm, enclosed by
the condom. Our pricks softened as we lay against each other, and our
bodies relaxed. We were both dazed, and gave in to the soporific effect of
the afterglow.

     We awoke perhaps an hour later. Dan was nibbling on my earlobe. I felt
his fingers milking down my penis and I reached back and caressed his
cheek. When he'd finished draining the last of my sperm and lubricant from
my prick, I felt him pull his limp prick from between my thighs, taking the
condom with it.

     "Time to shower again," he said, and we went into the bathroom. In the
shower we skinned back as usual, making sure our coronas and grooves were
fully exposed to the hot water coursing down our bodies, rinsing away and
residue of sperm and lubricant, and then we carefully slipped our foreskins
down to cover our precious tips. As usual after sex, our helmets were still
somewhat swollen, making larger bulges inside our foreskins. Our flaring
ridges stood out more prominently, their shapes very visible through the
hoods. Our shafts, on the other hand, had shrunk down to their usual limp
diameter, accentuating the bulges and making our pricks look even more
heavy-ended. I didn't have to ask to know that Dan was as pleased as I
regarding the shape of our pricks.

     We got into bed, Dan first. I got in behind him, snuggling up to his
warm body, and reached over him to clasp his prick. That's how we fell
asleep.