Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 07:48:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 34, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 34

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The following Saturday we again gathered at Stan's garden apartment,
but found that he'd also invited Billy, and we arrived at the same
moment. When Stan admitted us, we saw that he was naked, and we hurried to
strip down before following him into his kitchen. Stan had four cups out on
the table and was filling them when we entered. He addressed Billy:

     "We had a hot time last week. You know how Jack reacted when he got a
shot of hot cream down his hole. Well, last week I did it for Dan, who'd
never had that experience. I found that the point of my glans fit into the
lips of his long slit and I pumped six loads down his tube." Dan confirmed
this:

     "Yeah, Billy, I'd never felt that before, but when he shot his hot
cream into my slit I was in seventh heaven. Now I knew what Jack had
felt. When we'd used the buddy sleeve, our tips were aligned perfectly for
only one or two shots, but Stan's tip was in me the whole time, and he
unloaded six times and I felt every one. Each time he shot down my cock I
came again." We drank our coffee and Stan poured us another round.

     "Since you have a long slit like Dan's," said Stan addressing Billy,
"you ought to experience this too. I think the lips of your meatus will
part enough to accept the end of my glans, and if so I can shoot all of my
discharges into you, not just the first one or two." Discussing this
sublime experience was making us all hard and aroused, and I felt Dan's
fingers close around my prick. As he began sliding my hood back and forth,
I grasped his helmet through the covering flesh and began my rhythmic
squeezes. Within seconds we were rock-hard.

     Stan, in turn, had begun stroking Billy's foreskin, and soon his big
mushroom was engorged with excitement, purple and glistening as Stan pulled
down on his hood.  I saw that a pearl of clear lubricant had parted the
lips of Billy's long slit.  Billy's fingers were wrapped around Stan's
prick, covering and uncovering the pointy red tip. A drop of clear viscous
fluid was poised at its apex. Stan got up and led us into his bedroom,
where he spread a towel on the bed. He and Billy lay facing each other, the
ends of their pricks touching. I sat behind Stan, grasping Billy's foreskin
in my right hand and Stan's in my left.

     "You guys just relax and let me do the work," I told them. "You'll
last longer that way." Dan took up a position next to me and stroked my
hood with his right hand and his own with his left.

     "I'll keep us going while Billy and Stan are getting off," he
said. Now I was covering and uncovering their tips, bringing them slowly to
a plateau of excitement.

     "I know you want to come together, with Stan shooting a second before
Billy," I said. "You'll have to let me know how you're doing when you get
close." Both were copiously secreting lubricant.

     "You're both leaking a lot, guys," said Dan. "That's good, because it
makes your hoods very slippery and softens the sensations. You'll last
longer that way." I kept stroking them slowly and methodically, but despite
my slow pace and light touch I saw their tips darken as I felt them harden
through their foreskins.

     "My mushroom's dark purple," Billy murmured. "I know I'm gettin'
close." His breathing was now rapid and shallow.

     "Stan's tip is dark red now," Dan whispered.

     "I'm gettin' that tickle," Billy said. I stopped stroking his prick
and held the foreskin back, to give Stan clear access to his long
slit. Stan pushed his pointy glans closer to Billy's big mushroom as I held
Billy's foreskin back tightly to put tension on his nerve-rich
frenulum. Billy gasped as their wet tips touched. I kept stroking Stan
slowly as he grasped his shaft and guided the narrow apex of his glans into
Billy's long slit, which parted without difficulty. Billy's eyes closed as
he withdrew into himself, concentrating on the rush of sensations.

     "I'm inside you," Stan whispered to Billy. "My glans is tickling now."
I kept my grip on Billy's supple foreskin, keeping it back hard behind his
corona. I knew that the tension on his frenulum was having its effect,
because Billy said:

     "It's startin' to tingle." I felt the tension in his body. Stan had
taken over the stroking from me, now applying friction to his bare
sensitive glans, and his eyes closed as he began gasping. I was holding his
prick lightly by the shaft, and now I felt a pulse on its underside.

     "AH-AH-AH-AH" he cried out as his prick shot its first jet deep into
Billy's urethra. Billy shuddered hard:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he burst out as the root of his prick responded
to the hot liquid coursing down his tube, and I saw a flood of white cream
erupt from the long lips of his meatus, coating Stan's tip. Stan cried out
again as he released a second hot jet into Billy's straining prick. Billy
yelped as he unloaded another torrent of hot cream in response. Dan had
stopped stroking my prick, and I knew he was concerned that I'd go into
orgasm as well because my helmet had firmed up and was now dark purple. My
eyes were riveted on the juncture of Stan's and Billy's pricks as Stan
yelped again, and I knew that another jet of liquid fire was coursing down
Billy's urethra, triggering another discharge from him which coated Stan's
prick and fingers. I felt Billy's prick throb between my encircling fingers
each time he shot, and it was clear to me that each of Stan's hot jets
launched an ejaculation from Billy's straining prick.

     "Wow, they're really into it now," Dan said as he watched the
spectacle unfold.  I nodded in agreement as Stan yelped loudly, his
straining body shuddering hard as he shot his fourth eruption through the
lips of Billy's meatus and down his tube. Billy grunted loudly as this
triggered his liquid response.

     "AH-AH-AH" Stan cried out as his hips bucked, thrusting the tip of his
narrow glans farther into Billy's slit as it blew another load into
him. Billy's immediate response was another hard throb as his prick
discharged another heavy load that flowed out around Stan's narrow tip and
onto his shaft and balls. Billy's breathing was ragged, punctuated with
loud grunts, as the full force of orgasm roared through him. I felt his
body shudder in the hot frenzy of his intense climax.

     Stan yelped again as his prick throbbed in my fingers, shooting a
sixth blast deep into Billy's mushroom and shaft, to be met by Billy's
convulsive response that ejected their cream through the lips of his
wide-open slit. Now Stan had finished ejaculating, but his prick still
twitched between my fingers as it seeped the last drops. Likewise, I felt
twitches in Billy's prick as his orgasm tapered off. Then they were still
as their erections began to subside, their pricks softening as they went
into the deep relaxation of the afterglow.

     A pool of creamy sperm soaked the towel beneath their pricks as they
sank into their daze, and I let go of them. Dan's warm fingers again closed
around my erection, and I grasped his. We sat on the edge of the bed,
lovingly stroking each other's pricks.

     "We're not in a hurry," Dan said. "We can wait for them to come to." I
knew he was right. We'd wait, keeping each other aroused, but not to the
point of orgasm. Dan and I were hardly stroking, applying little jiggles to
maintain our excitement and avoiding the long hard strokes that would
precipitate climax. Our experience had always been that, the longer we
remained aroused, the more intense would be our climaxes when they
arrived. Billy and Stan were so exhausted by their exertions that it took
several minutes before they opened their eyes and regained full
consciousness.

     "Billy and I are gonna take a shower," Stan announced after they'd
gotten up and he'd taken the towel off the bed and wadded it into a
bundle. Their pricks were small and utterly limp, Billy's bulging at the
end and Stan's looking like a tapered worm.

     "69?"  I asked Dan, and when he nodded we lay down facing each other,
pricks pointing at each other's faces. The aroma of his intact prick wafted
across to me, and I was sure he smelled mine too. Dan's foreskin, like
mine, was fully forward, and I gently grasped his shaft to stabilize it and
slipped my tongue-tip into his thick pucker. I heard him sigh, and then
felt his tongue insinuating itself into my foreskin's pucker, making me
shiver.

     I pulled back on his foreskin, exposing the large front dome of his
purple helmet, and blew on it. I felt him quiver, and then he did the same
to me, making my prick twitch. Now I probed Dan's long slit with my tongue,
tasting the salty lubricant that had started seeping, and tickling the
inside of his slit. Dan's tongue-tip pushed inside my pouting, teardrop
shaped orifice, enhancing my sensations. I pulled his foreskin forward
again, docking my tongue, and I pushed my tongue all the way into his hood,
caressing his nerve-studded corona and probing into the deep groove behind
it. I felt Dan's tongue deep inside my hood, exploring my many nerve
endings and stretching my foreskin with its thickness.

     Now he pushed my hood all the way back off the glans and said:

     "Your cock smells so nice, Bro." He inhaled deeply as my foreskin
locked behind my ridge. Dan and I both loved the smell of a fresh clean
prick.

     Now I pulled back and pushed Dan's foreskin slightly off his glans,
exposing his blunt front dome. Then I pulled it towards me, masking his
helmet entirely. I pushed it back a little farther, revealing a little more
of his glans, and blew on it. Then I pulled it towards me again to envelop
his prick completely. I pushed it back again, this time to about the
half-way point, and blew on his glans. I felt his prick twitch between my
fingers, responding to the stimulation, and I heard him moan.

     Meanwhile, Dan's tongue was working around my corona and into the
groove behind it. Now it came down to lap at my gee-string, nestled inside
the deep vee-groove under my glans, while the fingers of his other hand
tickled my scrotal hairs. I felt a tickling deep inside me as drops of
lubricant crawled up my urethra, flowing towards the end and my pouting
slit.

     I pushed Dan's foreskin back again, exposing more of his wet glossy
helmet to my gaze as I inhaled the delicious aroma of his helmet and
foreskin. A large drop of clear viscous lubricant was poised between the
lips of his long slit, and I licked it away, relishing its salty taste. I
pulled his hood toward me again, completely covering his tip. Now I pushed
it back again, going farther so that the widely-stretched orifice was
poised on his corona. I licked at the sensitive gee-string under his glans,
making his prick twitch again. I pulled his hood all the way forward again,
covering the tip, and then pushed it back all the way, slowly, until it was
tightly stretched back along his shaft, putting tension on his gee-string
and making his helmet dip.

     Stan and Billy had finished their shower and dried themselves, and now
were standing by the bed watching us, arms around each other's waists.

     Meanwhile, Dan had stripped my hood back and was pumping it as he
moved his warm lips along my glans, giving me both friction and pressure on
my many nerve endings.  I felt the inrush of blood in my helmet, and it
engorged to its final swelling.

     "You're ready to come," he said. "Let me bring you off and then you
can do me." I nodded and removed my mouth from his prick. "Your tip's dark
purple and the rim's really flaring," he continued, and then wrapped his
lips around my glans again, twisting them around my rim as he pumped my
foreskin. I felt the stretching of the nerve endings in my frenulum as he
pulled back hard to make the head dip. He strummed my taut gee-string with
his tongue as his lips continued the delicious sideways friction around my
hard, flaring corona. My eyes closed.

     "My rim's tickling, Dan," I whispered, and a couple of seconds later,
between rapid and shallow breaths, I murmured "tingling." The hot tingle
spread all over my helmet, and then exploded, sending a hot rush of
sensation into the root. I heard Billy's voice say:

     "Go for it, Jack! Let it all out!"

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted hard as the first jet of hot lava
seared its way up my urethra. I was in the mindless free-fall of orgasm and
a second eruption gushed up my throbbing prick and shot into his mouth. I
shuddered hard as my straining prick blew another heavy load into his
mouth, and I cried out helplessly at the intense sensations. Dan's hot
tongue drilled my pouting orifice as another gush poured out, and then he
strummed my frenulum again, bringing forth the last hard jet. Now I was
just dribbling, and my tip became super-sensitive. Dan sensed this and
stopped the intense friction, lapping at my slit as the residue seeped out
onto his tongue.

     "Dan and Jack always smell of Clorox when they come," Billy told Stan.
"I'm sure you noticed that too." Stan nodded affirmatively. Billy lay down
behind Dan, fitting his body to him.

     When I regained full consciousness after a couple of minutes, I found
that Dan had pulled my foreskin forward after licking my prick clean and
milking out all the residue. I saw his engorged prick pointing at me when I
opened my eyes, Billy's fingers sliding his foreskin slowly back and
forth. Now Billy removed his hand from Dan's engorged prick and I slid my
lips over it, pushing back his hood to bare his glans right down to the
sulcus. I slipped my tongue inside his long slit as Billy and Stan
watched. Dan's lubricant tasted salty as usual. I saw Billy's hand snake
between Dan's thighs to cup his tight scrotum.

     "I'm gonna use that killer stroke Ken taught us," I said to Dan as I
pumped his hood while working on his swollen helmet with my lips and
tongue.

     "Oh, do it, Jack," he said. "That always makes me come so hard." My
lips felt the increasing firmness of his helmet as it lost its spongy feel
and went into its final swelling.

     "I can feel the tension in his body," Billy said softly. "He's getting
closer." Dan's breathing was now shallow and rapid.

     "His eyes just closed," Stan added. Now I twisted my head as I pumped
Dan's supple foreskin full-length, bumping it against my lips on the
forward stroke, and then stretching his frenulum, making his glans dip, on
the back-stroke. The flow of salty, viscous lubricant increased during the
last seconds before the onset of his orgasm.

     "Tingling," I heard Dan gasp as I made his glans dip again, and then
he howled:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as the first hot stream jetted from his long slit
onto my tongue. Billy's fingers had felt the hard pulse in his urethra and
he said:

     "Dan's coming now." His hot helmet again throbbed hard in my mouth and
he cried out helplessly, his body shuddering, as he shot another torrent of
juice into my mouth. I worked hard to swallow it, for I knew that another
chlorine-smelling load would be erupting momentarily. I pushed my
tongue-tip into Dan's long slit, feeling the thick, viscous liquid squirt
out around my tongue as his prick throbbed again.

     Dan was grunting and groaning loudly as his body quivered in the hot
frenzy of his orgasm, and I felt his hard prick thrust deeper into my mouth
as he erupted again. I heard Stan comment:

     "His face is really contorted. You'd think he was being tortured." I
knew that both Dan's face and mine contorted under the blissful agony of
orgasm, and anyone listening to our cries might think we were being
tortured. Now, I heard Dan cry out again as I felt his prick throb in my
mouth, shooting another forceful blast onto my tongue and palate. I pumped
his foreskin hard to enhance his sensations as he discharged, rubbing and
compressing his nerve-studded ridge and bringing forth another load of hot
cream.

     Now I stopped, as the tone of his cries had changed, and I knew his
prick had become super-sensitive. The main part of his orgasm was over, and
he merely seeped residual sperm onto my tongue. I sensed that Billy was
milking his urethra behind the scrotum, and I milked his shaft, pushing my
finger along the prominent tube on the underside to force out the last
drops. His helmet lost its engorgement and his prick began to shrink
between my lips. Dan became very quiet as his body relaxed, exhausted by
the heavenly but overwhelming sensations he'd just experienced.

     "Well, Jack, you really gave him a hot one," Billy observed.

     "Yeah, he had a full-body orgasm," Stan confirmed.

     "Dan and his brother always turn each other on that way," Billy told
him.  "They're so compatible, and I don't mean only sexually. All the years
I've known them I've never seen them fight or even argue. They really get
along well."

     "They're lucky," Stan said. "A lot of siblings don't."

     "There's never any rivalry or jealousy between them," Billy added. By
this time Dan had opened his eyes and he added:

     "My brother always looked out for me, even when we were kids. I
remember how he held me and coached me when I had my first dry orgasm. It's
great to have an older brother like him." He punctuated his words by
kissing me on the lips.

     "Our parents always told me to take care of my little brother," I
said. "I let Dan watch me when I had my first dry come and I made sure he
understood what was happening. I knew that that first orgasm was always
frightening because it's so intense, and I made sure I was with him when he
came for the first time."

     "It was really reassuring to have Jack holding me while I was stroking
my cock, explaining what it would feel like and telling me not to be
afraid, that I wasn't breaking anything." Dan hugged me hard as he said
this, and I hugged him back.