Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2013 14:30:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 33, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 33

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Another set of birthdays passed and I was now 21 and Dan had turned
19. He'd voted in his first election and had been as appalled as I that
another set of idiots had been voted into office. Life continued much as
before, as we were both pursuing our studies in college. One evening we got
a call from Stan. He invited us to his apartment for the following Saturday
morning.

     When we drove up, we were gratified to find that Stan's "apartment"
was actually a cottage in a conglomeration of similar cottages. He called
it a "garden apartment." This provided better privacy than if his apartment
had shared common walls with others. It was very unlikely that anyone else
would hear us. Stan ushered us inside, and not surprisingly he was naked.
We quickly stripped down and joined him in the kitchen, where he poured us
some coffee, a trick he'd picked up from Billy. Stan had been 25 when we'd
first met him and was now 26.

     "How is your penis doing?" Dan asked between sips. Stan pulled his
foreskin back all the way, revealing his corona and the sulcus behind
it. We saw his narrow glans was still bright red, unlike our purple
ones. When he released his hood, it snapped forward to cover his narrow
glans right to the end, with a little pucker in front.

     "See?  It still comes back all the way, although it doesn't stay back
unless I hold it.  That's because I don't have a flaring ridge like yours."
Dan and I studied his prick and Dan commented:

     "That, and your thick gee-string. That pulls it right forward again
when you let go.  How's the sensitivity? Still too much?"

     "It's gotten better. I can hold out longer now. I guess it'll continue
improving over time." His prick began to swell, from handling and from the
content of our conversation.

     "I can see your prick loves attention," I commented. Stan started
stroking it, slowly and lovingly. "Anyway, most guys lose a bit of
sensitivity as they grow older."

     "I read that around the first years of the 20th Century, doctors used
to recommend circumcision to cure premature ejaculation," he said.

     "Well, doctors back then knew that amputating the foreskin and all its
nerve endings dulled sensitivity," I replied. "Today, they deny it, but
still keep cutting babies. Dan and I are glad we weren't cut, because we
like the sensitivity. We learned self-control to prolong our pleasure."

     "Yeah, you did," Stan acknowledged. "I saw that you and Dan and Billy
get a lot out of sex because you can make it last." Dan and I were getting
hard from the sexual discussion, even though we hadn't touched our pricks.

     "Would you like us to dock you?" Dan asked. "Maybe you'd like to go
with my brother this time, since I did it last time." I nodded agreement
and Stan said:

     "That would be good. While Jack docks me, I'll work on your dick with
my mouth."  We finished our coffee and followed Stan into his
bedroom. "See? I've got a queen-size bed like yours and Billy's. That gives
us a lot of room." He spread a large towel on the bed and placed himself in
the center. I lay down facing him and he skinned back and pushed the pointy
end of his wet and slippery glans into my pucker, easily sliding along the
top of my helmet. Dan lay down like the crossbar of a "T" and Stan inclined
his head and took his prick between his lips. I saw the outline of Stan's
tongue probing deeply into Dan's hood as I began sliding my foreskin very
slowly. A drop of lubricant began crawling up my urethra, causing a
tickling feeling.

     "I'm going to go slowly," I told him. "I want you to last as long as
you can. If the sensations get to be too much for you, I can stop to let
you cool down, but don't be embarrassed if you feel an urgent need to
unload. Just let yourself go and enjoy it."

     "Push your tongue into my slit," Dan urged him. "That does a lot for
me." Stan pulled his head back slightly and worked his tongue into Dan's
pucker again, this time probing for his long slit. I maintained my slow
stroking.

     "That's nice, very nice," Dan murmured. "You're tickling the inside of
my slit." I saw Dan's balls start to tighten against his body as his
excitement mounted. Stan's scrotum had already contracted as a result of my
stroking. My thumb was rubbing my hood against his corona, which apparently
was very sensitive, although not very prominent. Stan's fingers closed
around my scrotum, which began to contract at his touch.

     "We're all getting worked up, which is fine," I said. "Let me know if
you want me to stop for a moment." Stan pulled his head back and said:

     "No, this is fine." He pushed Dan's hood all the way back and engulfed
the helmet right down to the corona.

     "Oh, that's nice, really nice," Dan exclaimed. "Your lips around my
ridge and your tongue inside my slit."

     "Looks like you've got a lot of experience doing oral," I said. Stan
nodded.  "Billy told us you were good at it, and he wasn't exaggerating."
Through the skin, I felt Stan's glans becoming harder. His breathing became
more rapid, and Dan noticed this, for he said:

     "Stan if you're going to come take your mouth off my cock. I'd hate to
get bitten if you clench your teeth." Stan pulled back, revealing Dan's
glossy wet helmet, and I asked:

     "Want me to stop for a moment? You look like you're right on the
edge." Stan nodded and said:

     "Yeah, just for a moment." He took a few deep breaths as I pulled
back, releasing his prick from my hood. I saw that his arrowhead glans had
turned deeper red from his excitement and that he was leaking lubricant
from the narrow apex of his glans.

     "Okay," I said. "Let's stay this way for a minute. We've got all day,
and there's no rush." Stan's body relaxed and he took a few more deep
breaths.

     "You're learning, Stan," Dan told him encouragingly. "You'll soon be
able to control it just like we can."

     "Well," I added. "I've got to tell you that sometimes Dan and I get so
hot we do lose control. We get so caught up in it that we just have to
unload fast.  That's why I told you not to feel embarrassed if you suddenly
feel the urge to come fast."

     "Look," Stan said. "I know I'll probably come before you guys, but if
I do, I'll get you both off afterward. I'll enjoy making you come as much
as I enjoy coming myself." He pushed his pointy prick into my pucker again,
sliding the glans along the broad upper surface of my helmet, and began
thrusting. I just held my foreskin in place without stroking it. His smooth
arrowhead slid wetly inside my hood and I knew he'd come this time, as
thrusting is more stimulating than just friction.

     Dan slid down on the bed behind Stan, and reached over his body to cup
his scrotum.  I lay still, letting Stan thrust at his own pace, which
became faster. His breathing once again became shallow and rapid, and I
knew it was only a matter of seconds.

     "Go for it, Stan!" I said. "We'll stay with you." Stan's eyes closed,
and now his thrusting became frantic as he raced toward climax. His hips
bucked as he approached the point of no return, and I saw his lips draw
back from his teeth. He shuddered hard and I heard him moan:

     "AH-AH-AH-AH" as a thin but powerful jet shot deep into my foreskin. I
felt his glans throb against mine as the jet swirled around my corona, and
now he yelped again as another hot stream poured into my hood. His body
shuddered as his hard straining prick throbbed again with another hot
discharge. Sperm poured from the end of my foreskin as he flooded it with
another jet. He cried out helplessly, his body straining with the spasms of
orgasm, as he mindlessly pushed his prick deeper into my distended hood.

     I felt his glans throb and another jet erupted into the groove behind
my corona, the hot liquid swirling around my sensitized nerve endings, and
for a moment I thought I was going to come because it was so intense. Stan
took a deep breath, his body tightened, and his prick throbbed for the last
time, shooting his final discharge into my hood. Now he was still, his
prick twitching inside my foreskin, seeping a few drops of cream. Several
drops of natural lubricant seeped from my pouting slit as I felt his penis
lose its rigidity and began to shrink.

     Dan hugged him tightly from behind as he slipped into the afterglow
and the accompanying daze. I was utterly still, feeling his prick shrink
and pull back from my enveloping foreskin, his hood riding forward to
encase his arrowhead glans.

     "You almost came right then," Dan said to me. "I was watching your
face." Dan was very perceptive, and he knew me as he knew himself.

     "Yeah," I whispered. "That was a hot moment." We watched as Stan
gradually revived, opening his eyes as he came out of his daze. I milked
his urethra, catching the last drops on a corner of the towel.

     "Now it's your turn, guys," he said cheerfully. He grasped my prick as
Dan shifted position. This time Dan and I sat against the head of the bed,
side by side with thighs touching, to make it easier for Stan to get us
off. Stan's gentle fingers stroked my hood in long strokes, completely
baring my helmet and making it dip, and then bringing it up fully to cover
my tip. He probed Dan's foreskin with his tongue, drilling into the long
lips of Dan's slit and making Dan sigh in delight. Pausing for a moment, he
said to me:

     "I know how having your foreskin pulled all the way down feels, Jack,
especially when it stretches your frenulum and pulls your glans down." He
resumed probing Dan's long meatus, sending thrills down his prick, and I
felt Dan's body tense next to mine. Dan grasped my hand in his, warm
fingers closing around mine, signaling our closeness.

     Now Stan pushed Dan's foreskin completely down with his lips, until it
bunched up in the deep groove behind the corona. He kept working my hood in
long slow strokes, the gentle friction, compression, and tension having its
effect on me.  Each time my foreskin bumped over my swollen ridge, it sent
thrills rippling down my shaft. Dan and I turned our heads, looking into
each other's eyes, sharing the excitement.

     "I'm purposely going slow, guys," Stan told us. "I know how you like
to make it last." He returned to working on my brother's hot hard prick
with his mouth and tongue. Dan squeezed my hand and said:

     "We appreciate it, Stan. The longer it takes us to get there, the
hotter it's gonna be when we come."

     "We haven't come for the last week," I added. "When we unload, you'll
get several mouthfuls from Dan." Dan squeezed my hand again and said:

     "What about you? You'll be shooting hard all over the towel." At that
moment Stan was bringing my foreskin up and he gave it a twist as it
reached the top of my helmet, sending a thrill down my prick.

     "We found that out before Billy told us," I said. "The longer the
build-up, the hotter the orgasm." Even though I was trying hard to remain
relaxed, the insistent stroking and stretching were bringing me closer to
the peak. Having felt Stan's glans throbbing inside my foreskin as he shot
his jets into it had given me a head start over Dan, and I felt that I'd
unload before he did. Dan sensed this and slipped his other hand between my
legs to cup my balls, gently kneading them to add to my arousal.

     "I can feel your body's tenser than mine," he said. "Go ahead, Bro, go
for it. I want to watch and feel you come." Stan felt my need and his hand
sped up on my prick. He removed his mouth from Dan's and each time he
pulled my hood down to make my helmet dip, he blew on it, giving me a
thrill that spread all over down to the corona. My breathing was now
getting fast and shallow, and I knew I was within seconds of release.

     Stan was pumping my prick hard now, his strokes so violent they almost
hurt, and I saw my helmet going into its final swelling.

     "Your tip's getting' darker now, Bro," Dan voiced. I murmured
"tickling" as I closed my eyes. The tickle spread from my corona through my
glans and then became a hot tingle. My body tensed and then:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted hard as the first contraction
gripped my prick root, sending a hot gush of cream shooting up my
urethra. I cried out helplessly as my prick throbbed, sending s spray of
sperm into the air. My prick throbbed again as another eruption from my
helmet shot onto the towel. My body shuddered against Dan's as I cried out
again, bucking my hips in the frenzy of orgasm and gushing another load
that slammed through the lips of my meatus, filling the air with the smell
of chlorine.

     Hot sperm seared the inside of my urethra as another jet erupted from
my throbbing helmet, and I groaned in joyful agony. Dan's gentle fingers
cupping my balls and his hand squeezing mine added to my excitement as I
writhed with my final convulsion and unloaded a jet into the air. Now I was
still, my prick still twitching as it seeped the last drops. I felt Dan's
fingers milking my urethra, starting behind my scrotum and working up to
the glans, as Stan's hot tongue licked the residue seeping out. Dan pulled
my foreskin up over my shrinking helmet as I sank into my daze.

     When I opened my eyes again, Dan and Stan were lying face to face,
Stan's hard red tip pressed against the long lips of Dan's
helmet. Apparently his sensitive prick was erect again. Dan's meatus was
spread wide as Stan's arrowhead glans pushed into them.

     "My pointy tip fits into the lips of his hole," Stan explained to
me. "I know how getting a hot jet down your penis makes you come, and I
think I can do that to Dan too. He's never had that done to him, and I
might as well try now." Dan's face was flushed with excitement, for he'd
seen my launch into orgasm when a hot jet shot down my urethra, and he was
about to have the same experience. Dan's foreskin was locked behind his
flaring purple rim, and his wet helmet glistened in the soft room light. He
was in his final swelling, and as I eased into position behind him I felt
the tension in his body. I hugged him from behind, rubbing my thumb over
his corona, wanting to share his sensations when he came.

     "Ohhhhhh," Dan sighed softly as his breathing became fast and
shallow. Stan was stroking his dark red arrowhead with his fingertips to
bring on his own orgasm to trigger Dan's. Both were very tense now, eyes
closed, and I waited for the explosion.

     "AH!  AH! AH! AH!" I heard Stan's voice, and a moment later Dan joined
him:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as his hips bucked, and a gush of sperm
shot out around the end of Stan's arrowhead glans. I felt Dan's helmet
throb between my fingers as he ejaculated, and imagined the hot thrill as
Stan's fiery jet had shot into his urethra, launching his orgasm. Stan's
body shuddered as he shot another jet into Dan's orifice, triggering
another contraction deep inside. Another gush of sperm, smelling of
chlorine, surged through the gaping lips of Dan's orifice, past Stan's
narrow pointed head, and into the air. Both were crying out helplessly,
caught up in the joyful agony of their mutual orgasms, and I hugged Dan's
shuddering body to me. My limp prick was pressed between his thighs just
under his buttocks.

     "WOWWW!"  Dan cried out as another of Stan's fiery jets launched into
his urethra to trigger another ejaculation. I felt the spasms in his body
and helmet as he shot, the white cream spraying all over Stan's pubic
area. Stan moaned again, his hot hard arrowhead tip pressed deeply into
Dan's parted meatus lips and shooting his thin hard jet deep inside. Dan
responded with another loud cry and more creamy sperm poured from his
throbbing tip. Although I was sure Stan had drained himself minutes before,
he surprised me by shooting his sixth jet into Dan's throbbing prick. Dan
shuddered hard against me as he unloaded his sperm, spraying
uncontrollably.

     Now they were still. Stan had exhausted himself, and both began to
relax. Their pricks shrank, and Stan's pointy tip slipped out of Dan's
stretched meatus and his foreskin rolled down to cover his glans. I began
to milk Dan's urethra, as he'd done to me minute ago, finishing by pulling
his foreskin forward to protect the precious head. We three lay still for
several minutes.

     "Well, I guess we'd better get into the shower," Stan voiced groggily,
getting up on one elbow. I released Dan and helped him stand, and we
followed Stan into the shower, where the hot water flowed over our prick
heads and relaxed our sphincters the moment we skinned back. Our yellow
streams crossed in the air and mixed in the bottom of the shower before
flowing down the drain.

     "I like the way your foreskins lock back," Stan said. "Mine never
does, even when I'm hard and the glans swells. I always have to hold it
back."  Dan and I pulled our hoods down all the way, covering our bulging
helmets. We soaped each other up and then rinsed down, finishing by drying
each other off.  As we walked back into the bedroom, Stan said:

     "I like the way your big tips swing from side to side as you
walk. Billy's too.  Mine never does that." Dan said:

     "That was a fantastic thrill you gave me, Stan. I'm gateful for
that. I'd tried to imagine what it felt like for Jack when he felt hot
sperm shooting down his hole, and you did it to me more than once."

     "Six times," I informed him. "I was counting." Dan's eyes widened as
he took this in.

     "SiX!"  he exploded. "Every time you shot down my hole I came
again. Six times!"

     "I can still smell the Clorox in the air," Stan said. "You two came a
lot."

     "Good thing your tip's so sensitive," I told Stan. "Otherwise you
wouldn't have been able to get hard again so quickly to shoot your jets
down Dan's prick." Stan's expression changed as he took this in. "This is
one time it worked in your favor and everybody's favor." Stan faced me
fully and hugged me to him, and then hugged Dan.

     "I'm so glad," he said. "This was a beautiful morning for us."