Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 09:49:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 26, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 26

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The following Saturday Dan and I showed up at Billy's house. Upon
entering, Billy led us to the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh coffee
greeted us and we saw that Billy had invited Ted as well as Stan. As usual
they were all naked, so Dan and I undressed. Ted was explaining to Stan why
he shaved his pubic hair, and Stan was staring at Ted's crotch. In turn,
Ted was looking at Stan's penis and the end of the balloon protruding from
his foreskin.  All three had erections.

     "So," Billy was saying, "One has a penis that's too small, and the
other's foreskin is too tight."

     "Yeah, but you both attain terrific orgasms," I added. Now speaking to
Stan, I asked:

     "Have you noticed any loosening of your foreskin?"

     "I'm not sure," he answered.

     "It's been a week since I saw your foreskin, and the balloon seems to
be a little more inflated today," I said. "I'd say yes."

     "Have some coffee," Billy said as he placed two cups in front of me
and Dan.  Turning to Ted and Stan, he explained:

     "Coffee is extra liquid to fill your bladder. It's also a mild
diuretic, so you'll get the urge to pee, which most of us can't do when
we're hard. That and the caffeine will make your sensations more intense."

     "That, and the fact that Dan and I haven't come since last week," I
added. All nodded in agreement. Ted was sitting next to me, and his hard
prick stood up from his crotch, foreskin halfway back to reveal his
teardrop shaped orifice.  He reached for mine, grasping it by the bulging
end and squeezing the glans.  Each squeeze made the root of my prick throb,
the bulbo-cavernal reflex.

     "You're getting me hard," I told him as I wrapped my fingers around
his prick, gently sliding his foreskin up and down, pulling it all the way
down to bare the crown and stretch his frenulum, and then pulling it up to
bump against his ridge and roll over it. Stan had his fingers around Dan's
prick, while Dan was stroking Billy's.

     "Let's finish our coffees and get into the bedrooms," Billy said.
"Five on one bed's gonna be a tight fit, so you should pair off with Ted
and take the guest bedroom," he said to me. "It's also got an adjoining
bathroom, so there won't be a log jam at the shower." We got up and went
into the respective bedrooms. Ted and I sat on the edge of the bed,
caressing each other's prick. I felt the hard core of his prick inside its
supple mobile sheath. Ted's glans was very wet, showing that he'd been
secreting lubricant for a while. I held his prick firmly as it stood in its
full five-inch glory, admiring its contours.

     "The size of my dick isn't the only reason I shave my pubic hair. I've
got a friend who's attracted to young boys, I mean pre-teen," he said. "Of
course, he can't mess with any kids because he'd end up behind bars, but he
likes me shaved because this way I look like a pre-teen. My small dick is
part of the image too because it's like a kid's."

     "I'd wondered if there was another reason," I said. "Now I know."

     "I really like your dick," he murmured to me as he stroked it. "It's
just like mine, only bigger. You've got the same helmet head, the same high
ridge, and the same teardrop slit." He bent over, pulling my hood down, and
blew on my exposed glans. I felt my prick twitch, and a drop of lubricant
began crawling up my urethra.

     "My balls are already tight, but yours are still loose," he said as he
began tickling my scrotal hairs with his other hand. I lay back on the bed
and pulled him down next to me, caressing his nipples with my free hand. As
we'd left the bedroom doors open, I heard moans coming from the other
room. No doubt, Billy, Dan, and Stan were having a hot time.

     "I want to taste your prick," I told Ted. "I like the way it smells,
but I'd like to feel it in my mouth." I scrambled around so that his prick
was in front of my face. I drew his foreskin forward and slipped my tongue
inside, probing for his slit and tasting the salty lubricant. I felt him do
the same to me, but his tongue-tip slipped into my slit, tickling the
inside and making me moan. His talented tongue slipped farther inside my
hood, right to my flaring ridge, caressing its contours.

     I pulled his foreskin back, baring his entire helmet, and locked my
lips behind his corona while I ran my tongue around his tip, caressing the
broad upper surface and then down the sides. I gave special attention to
his gee-string, which I knew was as sensitive as mine.

     "My bladder's ready to burst," Ted said as he removed his mouth from
my prick.  "I can't pee when I'm hard, though. Can you?"

     "No, I can't pee when hard either," I replied. "I can feel my bladder
getting full, though."

     "I had three cups of coffee before you and Dan arrived," he said. "You
only had one."

     "Then I think you'd better come first," I told him. "You've been hard
longer than I have, and need it more." I grasped his prick in a full-fisted
grip and stroked his foreskin up and down. I moved my lips in time with my
strokes, using the double stroke I'd learned from Billy's cousin Ken
several years ago. This had the desired effect, because Ted's breathing
became fast and shallow, a sure sign of his rising excitement. There was a
steady salty flow from his little teardrop shaped orifice, and I savored
the taste as I worked on his prick.

     In front of my eyes his scrotum was tightly drawn up against his body,
and I grasped it with my other hand and pulled down on the skin to stretch
the nerve endings. I also pulled his foreskin back hard on every
back-stroke to put tension on his nerve-rich gee-string.

     "Ohhhh, my helmet feels so swollen," he moaned. I knew it was, because
his tip had lost that spongy feeling and the corona had flared out to its
maximum between my lips. His prick had attained the final swelling before
orgasm, and I knew that he'd be shooting his jets into my mouth within
seconds.

     From the next room I heard the loud vocalization of my brother in
orgasm, and I wondered how Stan and Billy had brought him to the brink. Ted
had heard it too, because he said:

     "Someone's getting it off next door." I knew that hearing Dan cry out
in orgasm had added to Ted's excitement. His hand was wrapped around my
prick, slowly stroking my foreskin to bump the corona, but he kept his
mouth off my glans so I didn't have to be concerned that he'd clench his
teeth when the moment arrived.

     "I've got that feeling in my tip," I heard him say. "It's like an
ache, a pleasant one. Now I'm gettin' a tickle in my rim." I knew he was
right on the brink, and I maintained my pace on his prick. Now I scraped my
teeth down the upper surface of his glans, and he cried out:

     "AAAAWWWW!"  as his prick throbbed hard in my mouth, and I felt and
tasted the jet that shot onto my tongue. His body shuddered hard, shaking
the bed, as his prick throbbed again, releasing another load into my
mouth. It was very exciting to feel and hear his orgasm, but I knew I
wouldn't come prematurely, although his fingers were still encircling my
hard prick.

     Ted's hips bucked as he howled and gushed again into my mouth. I was
swallowing hard, trying to keep up with him, savoring the salty taste of
his sperm. His helmet throbbed against my tongue and palate as another
torrent of hot cream poured into my mouth. I knew his cries were loud
enough to carry into the next room.

     Ted's body was shuddering in the hot frenzy of orgasm as he blew
another load onto my tongue, and then his prick stopped throbbing hard,
merely twitching now. I stopped my stroking and let his helmet ooze the
residue onto my tongue. We both lay still while I felt the rigidity leave
his penis as his body relaxed. As his prick was shrinking, I milked his
urethra, starting behind his scrotum, working the last drops towards his
prick, and then milked the shaft. I lapped at his meatus and when I was
satisfied that I'd drained him, I pulled his foreskin towards me to cover
the precious head as his prick shrunk to about 2 1/2" long.

     Ted lay dazed next to me, and I waited for him to recover from the
aftershock.  Meanwhile, I listened to the sounds from the next room,
wondering who would be the next to come. I heard some heavy grunts that I
guessed were Billy's, and tried to imagine whether he was being stroked,
sucked, or vibrated to orgasm.  Now Ted opened his eyes and said:

     "Oh, that was wonderful. I was in seventh heaven. I just..." His eyes
opened wide as he said: "Oh, I have to pee. I'm ready to burst," and got up
to run for the bathroom. I heard his stream dropping into the toilet, and
after over a minute he returned, holding the end of his prick in a Kleenex.

     "I know you needed that badly," I said as he lay down next to me in a
"69" position.

     "I did, but now I need your beautiful big dick," he said as he grasped
my prick, pushing back on the hood to make the head dip. "Nice big
mouth-filling helmet that tastes so good," he said. His lips closed around
the front dome as his tongue-tip pushed into my pouting slit. Ted slowly
worked his lips along my helmet until they engulfed my corona. Someone else
yelped from the next room, and I was sure it was Billy, because Stan hissed
during orgasm. I imagined Billy's big purple mushroom throbbing and
straining as it spit out streams of sperm.

     "Now my bladder feels full," I said, but Ted didn't answer or
acknowledge my words, but continued working on my glans. Now he was
twisting his head to produce the delicious sideways friction all men
enjoyed. The tension in my body increased as I absorbed the sensations, and
my breathing became more rapid. I was primed for orgasm both from having
brought Ted to his, and from hearing the noises from the other bedroom.

     "I'm getting that ache in my tip," I said. This was the delicious ache
that told me I needed to ejaculate urgently. I felt my helmet swelling from
the inrush of blood, and I knew it would be turning a darker shade of
purple now.  Ted's lips continued to work around my corona as his tongue
kept probing my orifice, and now a new sensation began in my glans.

     "I'm gettin' a tickle in my ridge," I said softly. I knew my prick was
about to explode and release hot jets into Ted's mouth. Now the tickle
changed to a hot tingle, and a sudden spasm gripped the root of my prick.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as the first hot torrent poured
into my urethra and seared its way to my pouting hole, shooting into Ted's
mouth. My eyes had closed with the first tingle and now I shuddered hard as
the hot frenzy of orgasm gripped me. My second ejaculation blew up my
urethra and slammed through the lips of my slit to flood Ted's mouth. I
cried out helplessly as a third load poured up my straining prick to erupt
from my throbbing helmet. Ted's strong fingers pulled back hard on my hood,
stretching the gee-string and making my helmet dip down.

     My prick responded to the increased tension on my nerve-rich
gee-string and released another gush of hot sperm. I was moaning loudly as
the overwhelming sensations flooded my body. My prick throbbed again as I
shuddered again with the final spasm. Now I was just seeping, and felt
Ted's tongue lapping around my orifice as the drops leaked out. My prick
began to soften as the tension left my body and I sank into a daze. A
couple of minutes later I opened my eyes to see Ted smiling down at me.

     "I milked you down and pulled your skin up over your helmet," he said.
"You really gave me a mouthful of Clorox flavored juice." He kissed me on
the lips and then hugged me tightly.

     "Let's take a shower," I suggested, and he got off me, and we went
into the bathroom. Under the hot water we both skinned back. Although Ted
had peed only minutes before, he released another flood of recycled coffee
that mixed with my stream as it poured down the drain. We carefully rinsed
our helmets and foreskins, removing any residue of lubricant and sperm
before pulling them down to cover the helmets. After drying ourselves, we
went into the main bedroom to observe.

     Stan was flat on the bed. Billy was stroking his foreskin while Dan
was pulling on his nipples and scrotum. The balloon that been inside Stan's
hood was deflated on the bedside table. Stan's eyes were closed and I heard
him hiss loudly as Billy's mouth went down on his half exposed glans. Stan
shuddered hard as the frenzy of orgasm flowed through his body, and I saw
Billy's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed Stan's
discharges. Then it was over and Stan started to relax.

     "How'd you find his foreskin?" I asked Billy. "Any looser?" Billy
nodded affirmatively and explained:

     "It was a bit looser. I was able to get it back almost half the
head. I'm sure he's making progress."

     "I heard you guys in there," Dan said. "You got your jollies."

     "So did you," I riposted. "You were the first to come, and you were
loud."

     "Billy used the vibrator cup on me," Dan explained. "That had me
going."

     "And coming," Billy added with a grin. Stan was lying immobile on the
bed, his prick shrinking, and his eyes were still closed. Billy milked his
urethra, lapping at his hole to catch the drops. When Stan opened his eyes,
Billy helped him up and all three went into the bathroom, where I heard the
shower start.  When they emerged Stan reached for the balloon. I saw him
slip the balloon over the plastic probe and slide it into his tight
foreskin. He then removed the probe and connected the rubber bulb,
squeezing it several times, and I saw it inflate as it stretched his
foreskin laterally.

     "Well, after that workout my foreskin seems less constricting," he
said.  "This seems to be working."

     "I'm really glad it is," I told him. "Keep using the balloon and you
won't need to be circumcised or even have a dorsal slit."

     "I'm really glad of that," he said. "I just hate the idea of a knife
near my penis, for whatever reason." He slipped the clamp on the end of the
balloon and removed the rubber bulb.

     "After all the circumcised cocks we've seen, none of us likes the
idea," Dan added. "We're happy to have everything we were born with."

     "Yeah," Billy said. "We all get a lot of pleasure from our dicks the
way they are."

     "I got a lot of pleasure from my little one," Ted told the group.
"Jack made me come hard with his mouth."

     "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," I told him. "The size of your penis
doesn't matter. You shot just as much sperm as any of us."

     "It's a good looking Dick, Ted," Billy said. "You've got a straight
shaft, nice helmet, and we know your balls work well. I've seen how much
you shoot."

     "Oh, I know I shoot a lot," Ted agreed. "With Jack, I shot great big
loads when he scraped his teeth on my helmet. But then I made him shoot."

     "Well, let's all meet here same time next Saturday," Billy
suggested. "We're all especially interested in how Stan's foreskin will
stretch out." With that, we left to go our separate ways.