Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 07:34:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 29, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 29

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     We made our usual Saturday visit to Billy's house the next weekend,
and found that neither Ted nor Stan were there. Instead, a slightly older
guy, about 25, was sitting naked with Billy at the kitchen table.

     "Morning, guys," Billy said. "Meet Glen. He's here because he's really
into foreskins and wants to play with ours. He doesn't have one of his
own."  Dan and I shook hands with Glen and then we stripped down as Billy
poured coffee for us. Billy briefed us:

     "Stan phoned last night, and said that balloon is really working. His
skin's looser and he's able to get it halfway off the head." As usual,
Billy was already erect, as was his guest, and we scrutinized him
carefully. Glen was about my height, with brown hair and green eyes, and
had a slender build. His penis was about seven inches from base to the end
of his bare mushroom shaped glans, with a long slit in front. He had a
straight shaft that tapered from a thick base to a somewhat thinner
neck. There was no thick brown scar encircling his shaft, and I guessed
that he had been done freehand. His dry and leathery mushroom stood out
conspicuously from the neck of his penis, and I commented on this:

     "That's a really big head," I said.

     "Well, it just looks bigger because the doctor cut off so much
skin. He cut me super-tight." He held up his penis to show us both sides
and the underside, and we saw that he had no remnant of skin behind the
ridge, and a deep vee-groove under the head, with no trace of frenulum. His
groove seemed to have been excavated thoroughly during his circumcision,
and its depth made the glans appear larger, although it was no bigger than
Billy's.

     "You'll really like those helmets," Billy told him as he grasped my
prick and Dan's, squeezing the tips to get us hard. Within a few seconds we
were hard enough for Billy to push our foreskins back, lodging them behind
our coronas.

     "Oh, they smell so good," Glen exclaimed. "That's one of the things I
love about uncut cock, the smell." He grasped Billy's prick and peeled it
back, putting his nose close to it. He inhaled deeply, and then came over
to smell ours. "Your tips are so smooth," he said. "I bet they're pretty
sensitive, too."

     "More sensitive than yours, anyway," Billy told him.  "Looks like the
doctor cut away all of your inner lining, and the gee-string as well."

     "Yeah, he did, and I lost all those nerve endings. That's why I need
the vibrator now," Glen replied. " I can get off rubbing it with lube, but
the vibrator goes deeper and hits more nerve endings."

     "He doesn't get much natural lube," Billy told us. "He has to use an
artificial one, like Astroglide."

     "Albolene feels pretty good too, but it's petroleum based and harder
to wash off," Glen added as he finished his coffee. We finished ours and
followed Billy to the bedroom. Inside, he produced the vibrator, attaching
the bell-shaped accessory to it. Glen reclined on the bed and Billy got
between his spread legs. Dan and I sat on either side, and Dan tickled
Glen's scrotal hairs as Billy squirted some Astroglide into the vibrator's
bell and placed it on the front dome of his mushroom glans.

     "Ohhhh, that feels so good," Glen murmured as Billy turned the
vibrator on.  "Can I hold on to your dicks while Billy's doing this?" I
nodded and Glen reached out to either side, clasping my prick and Dan's in
his warm fingers, sliding our foreskins up and down our helmets. "I love
touching uncut dicks," he said.

     I reached out to grasp Billy's erection and began sliding his loose
foreskin over his mushroom, making him sigh in delight as a drop of lube
parted the lips of his long slit. Glen's stroking made the root of my prick
twitch, letting out a drop of natural lubricant that began crawling up my
urethra, and I was sure Dan had started to seep as well.

     "That coffee is sure helping," Glen commented. "It gave me a slight
case of coffee nerves, and my bladder's full now."

     "Yeah, you'll have a hotter orgasm that way," Billy replied. Glen's
balls had tightened against his body because of the dual stimulation of the
vibrator and Dan's expert fingers on his balls. Glen was using long strokes
on us, and I felt his fingers caressing the hard core of my prick with the
mobile sheath of skin.

     "Oh, it just turns me on to feel those uncut dicks," Glen said. "I
love sliding that skin over the heads." Our pricks enjoyed the attention
too.  Glen apparently knew how to handle a foreskin, because his long
strokes were very stimulating. On the back-stroke when he had my foreskin
all the way back he touched his index finger to the gee-string, giving my
prick an extra thrill.  Meanwhile, I noticed that his breathing was faster
than before, and as the vibrator's bell covered only the front dome of his
glans and left the rim exposed, his rim had turned darker. The veins stood
out on his shaft, partly because Billy had his fingers clamped tightly
around the thick base.

     Glen's breathing became faster yet, and shallow, as I felt his fingers
tighten around my prick. Now his eyes closed, and he stopped stroking our
pricks as he withdrew into his own little world, captivated by the intense
sensations flowing into his glans. Billy turned the vibrator to HIGH and
suddenly Glen's hips bucked and he grunted:

     "AH!  AH! AH! AH! AH!" as the orgasm burst upon him. He grunted loudly
again, and I saw white cream seeping under the edge of the vibrator's bell,
running down his shaft onto Billy's fingers. His hips bucked again as he
sought to thrust his prick deeper into the bell, and more thick juice ran
down his shaft, some flowing into his pubic hair. He cried out again and
then lay still, becoming silent as Billy removed the vibrator from his
prick. His hands fell off our pricks as he sank into the daze of the
afterglow.

     I was still holding Billy's prick but I stopped stroking, because I
didn't want to bring him off just then. We sat watching Glen's body relax,
not saying a word. When Glen opened his eyes a couple of minutes later
Billy told him to get into the shower immediately, because otherwise his
sperm would be hard to remove from his pubic hair.

     "Don't worry, you won't miss anything," he assured Glen. He then
turned to us and asked:

     "Well, did you guys do anything last weekend or was it just noses to
the grindstone?" We then told him how we'd shaved the hairs from our
perineums so that we could ride bareback for Princeton.

     "You can try it with one of us, Billy," Dan told him. "I'm sure you'll
love it."

     "Oh, I know I will," Billy assured him. He got up to get a large
towel, which he spread on the bed. Dan lay in the center, and Billy slid in
behind him, anointing him with Astroglide. Just then Glen returned from the
bathroom, still drying himself, and looked intently at the unfolding scene.

     "We're gonna do Princeton," Billy said as he drew back his foreskin
and eased himself between Dan's thighs. He began thrusting
slowly. "Normally I'd reach over him and stroke him off, but since you
enjoy uncut cocks so much, you get in front of him and do it." Glen lay
down next to Dan and began stroking his foreskin, pushing and pulling in
the same long slow strokes he'd used before. Billy began thrusting and an
expression of delight came over his face.

     "Wow!  That feels wonderful," he stated. "Not using a rubber makes for
sharper sensations, and I don't have to worry about hair burns." Totally
captivated by the erotic sensations, he began thrusting faster, enjoying
the compelling friction against his naked glans and not anticipating that
he'd come before Dan would. His scrotum contracted from the excitement, and
he began thrusting faster, carried away by the unusually strong
sensations. I knew he'd be reaching orgasm very quickly at this pace,
faster than Dan, but didn't say anything.

     "He's really into it," Glen commented to nobody in particular. Billy
was now thrusting hard, slamming his abdomen into Dan's backside with every
forward thrust.

     "I can feel his mushroom expanding now. His tip's touching my balls
with every thrust," Dan explained to Glen. "When he comes his sperm's gonna
shoot all over my balls." Dan seemed to understand that Billy was very
close to the point of no return, because I saw his thigh muscles clench as
he tightened down on Billy's prick, to increase the friction. Billy was in
frenzy now, thrusting fast and hard, reaching for the pinnacle, and his
eyes closed.  His lips drew back, exposing his teeth, and then he grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as the orgasm overtook him. His body
shuddered as he slammed repeatedly against Dan, crying out helplessly as
the blissful agony flowed through him.

     "I feel his cock throbbing against me," Dan said. He wasn't close to
release, and he narrated the sensations for Glen's benefit. "I know he's
shooting a load every time he throbs, and it's running all over my
balls. His cock feels hot from the friction, and his juice is hot too." I
saw some of Billy's juice running down Dan's thigh to pool on the towel.

     My prick maintained its erection, although nobody was stroking me and
my foreskin was covering the glans. Just watching was stimulating me, as it
brought back memories of the blissful sensations Dan and I had experienced
last weekend. The full bladder helped too.

     Billy's orgasm played itself out, and now he became still and began to
relax as his prick shrunk. Glen stopped stroking Dan's prick as we waited
for Billy to recover from the aftershock. When he opened his eyes, he
pulled back from Dan's thighs, his limp wet prick dangling, and wiped it
off with some Kleenex while milking it down. He got up, moving to a chair
facing the bed, and said:

     "I really came fast. I had no idea it would be so intense. Well, it's
your turn now, Jack. Dan's already lubed up with Astro and my juices, so
you're ready to go." I slid in behind Dan, pulling my hood back to lock
behind the rim and

easing my prick into the well-lubricated channel between his thighs. I
began thrusting and said to Glen:

     "Okay, start stroking him again. We'll try to come together. If Dan
starts to come first he'll tighten down to increase my friction. If I do,
you stroke him faster, okay?" Glen nodded his understanding and I began
thrusting in long slow strokes.

     "Oh, Jack, I can feel your sharp ridge rubbing against the skin down
there," Dan said. "Your helmet's bumping against my tight balls each time
you thrust." I pulled back until only my helmet was still between his
thighs and then pushed forward until I felt his contracted scrotum against
my front dome.

     "Yeah, Dan," I said. "You're gettin' two-way stimulation, from me and
from Glen. He's really an expert at stroking foreskins." I saw Glen push
back hard on Dan's foreskin, the tensed frenulum pulling the helmet
down. Dan moaned softly.

     "Hey, his tip dips," Glen exclaimed. "Not everybody's tip does that. I
know it feels really good." He continued his long strokes, bringing Dan's
hood all the way forward to engulf the helmet, and then pushing back until
it dipped. I kept up my steady pace, relishing the delicious sensations
pouring into my prick. Inevitably my excitement mounted and I began to
breathe more quickly. As I continued thrusting I kissed Dan on the neck
repeatedly, and he murmured:

     "Oh, Bro, that's nice. Between you and Glen, you're gonna make me come
hard."

     "Hey, Glen," Billy said. "When they come, you're gonna smell
Clorox. That's how their cream smells."

     "I've run across only one guy whose cream smelled like that," Glen
said.  "Do they both smell that way?"

     "Yep, both of them," Billy answered. "Two for the price of one." Glen
continued his slow deliberate strokes on Dan's penis, but now when he
brought the foreskin forward he gave it a slight twist at the end. Billy,
who had been watching the action avidly, got up and said:

     "Oh, I have to pee before I explode." He went into the bathroom,
returning a minute later with a satisfied smile on his face. Glen was still
stroking Dan's prick, and I was thrusting in time with him. When he pushed
Dan's foreskin back, I withdrew, and when he pulled it forward over the
helmet, I thrust forward. I wanted to make it last as long as I could, but
I knew that, with our mounting excitement, we'd be blasting off soon.

     "Oh, Bro, I think I feel your tip swelling," Dan said. "The ridge
feels sharper rubbing against my skin." He was right. I'd felt the inrush
of blood, bringing my helmet to its final swelling. Hearing this, Glen
picked up the pace on Dan's prick.

     "Okay, Dan," he said. "I feel your tip's swollen and I can see it's
turned darker. I'm gonna make you come now, so that you and your brother
come together." With my glans more engorged, the sensations became sharper,
and I felt the urge to thrust faster and harder. My body was going into
autopilot, thrusting harder and faster, propelled by the compelling
sensations in my prick. Both Billy and Glen were staring avidly at us,
anticipation the explosion.

     As the sensations in my prick intensified, I began to withdraw from
the world outside my body, and knew Dan was doing the same. We were ruled
by the sensations in our pricks, unable to resist, drawn in by the build-up
of bliss.  I felt the increasing tension in my body as my abdomen slapped
against my brother's buttocks and my helmet bumped his tight sac. There was
a definite ache iin my engorged glans, produced by the need to discharge my
sperm.

     "Oh, Bro," Dan said. "I'm gettin' that tickle. Are you?" I was unable
to answer, incapable of speech, but one of my last conscious thoughts was
that Dan's prick was responding beautifully to Glen's expert strokes,
engorging and preparing to unload his jets. For my part, I was thrusting
hard and the friction of my corona rubbing against Dan's skin was producing
a tickle too.  Now I saw Dan slip a couple of fingers between his thighs.

     "Tingling," I heard him verbalize, and then I felt his thigh muscles
clamp down on my prick. My eyes closed, shutting out the world beyond my
body, and now my sole awareness was the increasing sensations in my
prick. I was caught up by the last-second frenzy just before the storm
breaks, totally focused on my shaft and helmet. From far away, I heard
Dan's voice:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as I felt his thigh muscles convulsing
around my prick and the pressure of his fingertips against the underside of
my helmet. Dan's hips bucked as a hot tingle began in my glans, shooting
down my shaft as I felt Dan's hips buck with his first ejaculation. I cried
out as the first hot torrent poured into my urethra, searing its way to the
end and slamming through the lips of my slit.

     My body shuddered hard and my mind went blank as the orgasm overtook
me, and I slammed against Dan's back as my prick sank deeper between his
thighs. Dan's hips bucked again as I shuddered with my second discharge,
the hot sperm shooting up my tube and coating his sac. I cried out
helplessly, mindlessly, as our bodies struggled together in blissful
agony. I thrust again, feeling my brother's hot body against mine as my
prick throbbed with the third gush of cream.

     "HAHHHHHH!"  I heard in the distance as Dan cried out, and I joined
him with a loud wail of my own. My helmet bumped against his balls again as
another load of sperm erupted from its front dome to coat his sac. I pulled
back and thrust again as I heard him grunt, and another spasm deep inside
me sent more juice towards my glans, from which it poured over Dan's
scrotum.

     I pulled back and lunged forward, driving my throbbing prick in, and I
moaned hard as I shot again. Now I stopped, exhausted, feeling my prick
seeping its last drops. Dan also became still, joining me in a daze. We lay
there in limbo for an indeterminate time, but eventually I opened my
eyes. Glen was looking down at us and saying:

     "Man, that was some sight, both of your coming and shooting your
sperm. You really soaked the towel." I heard Dan say:

     "You did a good job on me, Glen stroking me like that, and Jack shot
between my legs."

     "That was nice, watching your tip get darker and then the juice
pouring from that long slit of yours. "I'm just sorry I couldn't see Jack's
teardrop slit shooting too. A lot of his juice came out from under your
balls, and it's still dripping down your leg."

     "We had a lot saved up," Dan confessed. "We hadn't come in a week."

     "We all believe in quality, not quantity," Billy explained to Glen.
"We could come at least once a day, but it feels better and it's more
intense if we shoot a big load once or twice a week. We learned that soon
after we started jerking off."

     "I can believe that," Glen said, "after seeing how hard they came.
Some uncut guys I've stroked don't come that much, and they aren't as loud
when they drop their loads. You, Dan, and Jack all had full-body orgasms."
Billy, Dan, and I got up and got into the shower. It was a tight squeeze,
but we were able to drain our bladders and rinse around our tips to get rid
of every trace of lube and sperm. Then we dried off and got dressed. Glen
was already dressed, and we went out to eat.