Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 13:17:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 32, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 32

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     There was a hiatus of several weeks before Dan and I again gathered at
Billy's house.  The only other person there was Ted, and as usual both were
naked when we arrived. Not surprisingly, both were hard. Dan and I got
naked quickly, and joined them in the kitchen. I was next to Ted and Dan
sat next to Billy. As had been his custom, Billy poured coffee for us.

     Ted and Billy had been stroking each other's pricks before we'd
arrived, but now Ted's hand crept into my lap and I felt his fingers
stretching out my foreskin.  As I held the coffee cup in my right hand, I
used my left to squeeze his glans, which always produced a response. My
thumb was on top and my index fingers probed into the cleft under Ted's
helmet, where the sensitive frenulum was attached. I knew each squeeze
would make the root of his prick contract reflexively and bring more blood
into his swelling penis. Dan and Billy stroked each other's pricks in the
more conventional way, sliding the foreskins up and down. Naturally, Dan
and I got hard quickly, partly because of the welcome stimulation, and
partly because we hadn't come in a week.

     Now I started stroking Ted's penis in short strokes, pulling his
foreskin down to reveal the front dome of his helmet. I saw that a drop of
clear lubricant parted the lips of his slit, and I brought his foreskin up
again to catch it and spread it over his helmet. At the same time I felt a
familiar tickle deep inside me, as a drop of my lube started crawling up my
urethra. I said to Dan:

     "He's already got me lubing. How about you?"

     "Not yet, but Billy's lubing a lot. He's been hard longer than I
have." He pulled Billy's foreskin down completely off his mushroom tip and
I saw that Billy's long slit was leaking. I turned back to Ted.

     "Maybe you and I could try the buddy sleeve," I suggested. "That way
you'd be head to head with me."

     "My dick's too small for the buddy sleeve, isn't it?" he replied.

     "Well, the sleeve's a bit larger than the diameter of your prick but
if I squeeze your end down, it might work." Billy had heard this exchange,
and he said:

     "Good idea. Go in the bedroom and set yourselves up. Dan and I will be
along in a minute." Ted and I went into the bedroom, where I spread a towel
over half the bed. Then I got the buddy sleeve from the bedside table and
we lay down face to face. I pulled my foreskin back to lodge behind my
corona and he did the same. I squirted a few drops of Astroglide into the
sleeve and we pushed our pricks into it, our helmets meeting in the
center. He gasped as his smooth slippery helmet kissed mine.

     "Your tip's warm," I told Ted as I squeezed the part encasing his
helmet and shaft.

     "So is yours," he answered. He began thrusting back and forth within
the sleeve.

     "No, lie still," I told him. "Push your helmet up against mine and let
me do the stroking." When I felt the front dome of his tip pressing against
mine I began stroking with the sleeve. Ted leaned forward and kissed me on
the lips.

     "Oh, that feels really good," he said. "Those ridges inside the sleeve
are rippling over my rim." I felt similar sensations and knew that this
would pull the orgasms from our bodies faster than our docking last
time. At this point Dan and Billy entered, arranging themselves on the
other side of the bed in a "69" position. I felt Dan's back against mine.

     "I know this is tremendously stimulating," I told Ted. "That's why I'm
stroking so slowly, to make it last." I kept the pressure up on his half of
the sleeve, tightening it around his glans and shaft. Billy and Dan, behind
me, weren't speaking, as they had their mouths full.

     "It's so nice to be connected with you this way," Ted murmured.

     "I feel the same," I told him. "Feeling the tip of your helmet
pressing into mine is really sensual." Looking down I saw our two pricks
inside the transparent sleeve, head to purple head, and I felt my scrotum
contracting, creeping up against my body. Ted's balls were also tightening,
evidence of his mounting excitement.

     "I can see how hot you are," I said. "When you come, you're going to
shoot a big load." Ted's warm fingers cupped my scrotum gently as I spoke,
and I felt my prick twitch in response. Meanwhile, I heard Dan's and
Billy's breathing speed up behind me. Apparently they were becoming worked
up quickly, and not even trying to hold back.

     "I think they're going to come before we do," I whispered to
Ted. "Mind if I stop stroking when they do? That way we can enjoy their
orgasms without being distracted by our own sensations."

     "Good idea," he murmured. "I can see them, looking over your head, and
I've got a good view." I kept stroking us slowly, maintaining the pressure
on Ted's prick. The sleeve fit me exactly, with just enough pressure on my
helmet to create powerful friction and compression on my nerve endings.

     "How does it feel for you?" I asked him.

     "It's intense, more than being inside your smooth foreskin," he said.
"These ridges inside the sleeve are giving me a lot of friction."  Billy's
rapid breathing had meanwhile gotten louder, and the bed began to move
slightly.

     "I think Billy's thrusting into Dan's mouth now," I said. "He's really
getting into it."

     "He's gonna drown Dan with his cream," Ted said. "Billy really shoots
a lot." I replied:

     "Not as much as you do, I think. When you come, you shoot the most of
the four of us."

     "I shoot five or six times, like you and Dan," Ted said.

     "Yeah, but it's also the volume, I mean. You come a lot with each
shot." The bed was shaking now, and I heard Billy start to grunt softly. I
stopped stroking the sleeve.

     "Any second now...." Ted murmured. We lay still, waiting for Billy's
explosion to begin.

     "AH!  AH! AH! AH! AH!" Billy gasped, and I knew he was either coming
or right on the verge. The bed shook hard, and Dan's head bumped against my
back, the result of Billy's forceful thrusts. I put my free arm around Ted,
hugging him to me, as we rode out Billy's orgasm on the shaking bed. I had
a mental picture of thick white streams jetting from between the long lips
of Billy's dark purple mushroom shaped glans.

     "He's really creaming," I commented to Ted, who nodded.

     "Oh, yeah," agreed Ted. "His tip's tingling hard now. It's so arousing
to hear a guy come."

     "It is," I acknowledged. "See why I stopped stroking? I don't want us
to come before we're ready."

     "You're right, Jack. I could lose it right now, if you were still
stroking." Now Billy's grunts had subsided and the bed had stopped
shaking. I knew Dan would be milking Billy's urethra, from behind his
scrotum right to the glans, thoroughly forcing out the residue, and then
pulling the foreskin forward to its position of rest.

     "I'm gonna start again," I said as I resumed stroking the sleeve
slowly.  "I'll stop again when Dan gets off." We looked into each other's
eyes, enjoying the gentle flow of sensations that we knew would peak when
we attained our orgasms. Ted was pressing his glans so hard against mine
that it made an indentation in the front dome of my helmet.

Try to relax a bit," I urged. "You're hot, but too tense, and you might let
go before you want to." I felt the pressure on the front of my glans ease
as Ted made a conscious effort to relax. We continued at the slow pace I
was setting for another couple of minutes, and then I felt the bed move
slightly.

     "Billy just took Dan's dick into his mouth," Ted whispered.

     "I wonder how long Dan will last," I whispered back. I knew that
feeling Billy's tongue probing inside his foreskin would be very arousing,
but once Billy began the pumping action synchronized with his lips, the
technique Ken had taught us, it would become irresistible. No matter how
much Dan tried to relax he'd be disgorging his sperm within a minute.

     "Your big tip feels so hot against mine," Ted murmured. "It's so hard,
with all that blood inside it." Gazing into my eyes, he kissed me lightly
on the lips, and I felt my prick twitch in response.

     "I felt that," he said.

     "You turn me on too," I replied. "I'm trying not to think about our
two pricks, head to head inside the sleeve, coming all over each other."

     "Oh, yeah, that's hot," Ted agreed. "If we keep this up, we might
start coming just talking about it."

     "Well, Billy, Dan, and I have worked ourselves hard just by sex talk
more than once," I explained. "I'm not sure we could reach orgasm, but...."
I trailed off.

     "Well, just hearing them go at it is arousing," Ted said. "That's why
you stopped when Billy was coming. Are you gonna stop again when Dan
unloads?"

     "I'd better stop," I replied. "We're hotter now than before, and
closer to climax." I felt the bed was moving slightly, and Ted, looking
over my shoulder, confirmed that Dan had started thrusting into Billy's
mouth. I heard Dan's breathing speed up, and knew he was about to disgorge
his sperm. I waited a few more seconds and then stopped stroking us.

     "He's close," Ted whispered. Dan's breathing was rapid and loud now,
and I felt his body move against my back as he began thrusting faster. If
Billy was using the pimping stroke, he'd unload within seconds.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his body shudder hard enough
to shake the bed hard. A vision of my brother's hard throbbing glans
spurting its cream came into my mind, as I'd seen it in real life many
times, and often felt his prick disgorging in my mouth or between my
thighs. I hugged Ted tightly as Dan kept grunting, his body struggling in
orgasm. His helpless cries filled the room as his spasms shook the bed, and
Ted and I lay very still, listening avidly.

     Now the bed was still and Dan had fallen silent, sinking into the
usual daze, and I guessed that Billy was milking him. I resumed stroking
very slowly, to ensure that our build-up would be at a controlled pace. I
knew that Ted and I were feeling every ridge inside the sleeve as they
rippled over our nerve endings, heightening our excitement. Although I was
applying no pressure to my side of the sleeve, my corona was flared enough
to rub strongly against the ribs inside the sleeve. The delicious
combination of friction and compression was very exciting to my corona and
the twin lobes on the underside of my helmet.

     Now although I'd been stroking us very slowly, both Ted and I began
breathing faster. We'd been erect and receiving stimulation of various
kinds for so long that the final climb was inevitable, and we abandoned
ourselves to the sensations.

     "I think this is it," Ted murmured in my ear. His glans was pressing
harder into mine, and I felt the inrush of blood that brought my helmet to
its final swelling.

     "My tip's gotten harder and so has yours," I whispered. I felt
movement on the bed and then saw that Billy and Dan had gotten up to watch
us, Billy standing on Ted's side and Dan sitting up behind me. Both were
staring avidly as we worked our way up to the final release.

     "After you guys come, Dan and I are going to take a shower," Billy
announced.  "You can rest here for a while." I looked down at our pricks,
inside the transparent sleeve and noted that our helmets had darkened to a
deep purple color. Our ridges were flaring out more than they had been.

     "My tip's really sensitive now," Ted whispered. "It feels so hard...."
He trailed off. I was feeling the same sensation, my nerve endings
compressed against the hard core of my glans.

     "Oh, oh," Ted gasped as I felt him start thrusting against my
helmet. I was stroking very slowly, knowing that once we began coming, I'd
speed up to heighten the sensations, but right now I wanted the build-up to
last. We were in the most sensual part, just before orgasm, when the
delicious tension in our pricks was surging. I felt a tickle in my glans,
and was sure Ted had one too.  My eyes closed. Now Ted's body shuddered and
I heard him gasp:

     "AH!  AH! AH!" as his helmet throbbed hard against mine and I felt a
surge of liquid fire shoot deep into my pouting orifice, triggering my
orgasm. I grunted loudly:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as my body responded and my prick throbbed hard,
sending my own hot stream to coat Ted's glans. I stroked the sleeve hard
now, maximizing the sensations, and I felt Ted's tip throb against mine
again, releasing another thin hot jet that penetrated deeply into my
urethra, making me yelp loudly as I shot again, sending a gush of hot lava
searing its way up my prick.


     Ted was thrusting hard inside the sleeve, and his third hard jet
poured over my helmet, driving deeply into the groove behind my ridge. Our
cream flooded the little space between our pricks, swirling and filling in
the groove behind my corona as we struggled together in mutual pleasure. We
cried out helplessly as we shot simultaneously, pouring more hot cream into
the sleeve. Ted's thin high-pressure jets produced an intense tickle in my
helmet each time they splashed against it. We shuddered in hot, mindless
ecstasy, caught up in our frenzy, enjoying the delicious agony of
overwhelming sensations.

     Dan was hugging me from behind as I shuddered, as he was enjoying my
orgasm vicariously. Now Ted and I pushed our throbbing helmets together
inside the sleeve as we discharged our hot streams again. I forced my eyes
open to look down at your straining pricks, and saw a gush of sperm pouring
out of each end of the sleeve onto the towel.

     We grunted hard as we ejaculated one final time, draining our tanks
and satisfying our passion. Now we became still as the afterglow came over
us and we began to relax. Our pricks softened, shrinking as we sank into
the daze that followed. I gradually became aware of the shower running, and
by the time I was fully conscious again, Billy and Dan had returned from
the bathroom, foreskins fully covering the tips of their limp pricks. Ted
opened his eyes and said:

     "That was terrific for me, and I felt you were having a super orgasm."
I had to let him know what had happened and said:

     "Ted, when you started coming, your first two jets shot right down my
hole. Our tips must have been perfectly aligned for a couple of seconds,
and your hot stream launched my orgasm. Then you came again and the second
jet shot down my urethra. That hasn't happened to me often and each time it
does, it always makes me start coming." Ted's prick had shrunk and already
slipped out of the sleeve, and mine was half out. Dan spoke up:

     "I thought that's what was happening, Jack, when I heard your grunting
so loudly.  You were as loud as the times I shot my load into you."

     "I'm glad it excited you so much," Ted told me. "It made my orgasm
more intense. I think we shot six times."

     "Jack's hole pouts wide," Billy added. "That makes a nice target to
shoot into."

     "You shoot such powerful streams from that tight slit that they
drilled right down into me," I told Ted. "You can only imagine the thrill
until you've felt it yourself." Ted smiled and replied:

     "I'm glad I made it so hot for you." We finished disengaging and went
into the shower. Our limp pricks were still bare-headed, foreskins locked
behind our coronas, and the hot water running over them stimulated our
sphincters. Our yellow streams flushed out our residual cream and flowed
down the drain together. We pulled our foreskins back as far as they would
go to let the water rinse the deep grooves behind our rims, and then
slipped our hoods forward to cover our precious heads. Back in the bedroom
we heard Billy say:

     "I'm glad you guys had such a hot time. That sleeve worked pretty well
for you."

     "Oh, yeah," Ted replied. "That was the first time I'd felt those
ridges on my dick. They were super-stimulating. I've never felt anything
like that in my life. If Jack hadn't stroked so slowly, I'd have come in
less than a minute.  When I started coming, Jack stroked fast, and also
feeling his hard tip throbbing against mine sent me into orbit."

     "Well, Ted," Dan said. "Your shooting your jet down his hole
guaranteed that you'd be coming together. Being tip to tip like that makes
it hotter when you come together."

     "Oh, I found that out today," Ted agreed. "This is even better than
docking."

     "That's so," I added. "My foreskin lining doesn't have those ridges
like the sleeve does." Ted turned toward me and hugged me to him hard.
"Thanks, Jack, it's always great with you." Now he kissed me tenderly on
the lips.