Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 13:12:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 35, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 35

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     We all had different schedules, and the next time we got together it
was again at Stan's garden apartment, one Saturday morning the following
month. Billy couldn't make it, but Ted came instead. I thought this was
very good, as we could experiment with different styles of pricks. Dan and
I had pretty conventional uncut pricks, but Ted's was small but shapely,
with a well-defined helmet. He'd shaven his pubic area to accentuate his
prick. Stan had a tight foreskin covering a narrow pointed glans. Ted and
Stan had been self-conscious about their unusual pricks, but we had
reassured that they worked very well, providing them with enjoyable and
even sublime sex. We sat naked in Stan's kitchen talking while sipping
coffee, and of course the conversation was about our pricks and sexual
experiences.

     "Yeah, Ted, it's good you never got circumcised," Stan said,
responding to Ted's anxiety about his smaller than average five-inch
penis. "I've seen guys who were smaller than you and on top of that had
been cut."

     "Yeah," I said. "Dan and I have seen a couple like that too. I'd think
the doctor would have had some doubts about cutting anything off a small
prick."

     "The bastards are in it just for the money," Stan interjected. "They
don't care how the kid's going to feel about it when he's grown up."

     "We have to be grateful to our parents," Dan said. "They were
independent enough to avoid following the crowd and they didn't let the
doctor cut us. Our dad was cut when he was born, and he'd always resented
it, so he made sure we left the hospital whole."

     "I was very lucky," Stan said. "My foreskin was always so tight that I
couldn't retract it at all, and more than one doctor wanted to remove it
when I was a kid. My father wouldn't let them, though. Jack and Dan gave me
a balloon device to stretch it, and now I can retract it all the way." He
illustrated the point by grasping his prick and skinning it back behind the
corona.

     "Gee," said Ted. "Your tip's pretty red. Is that because it was always
covered for years?"

     "I think so," Stan answered. "It's also pretty sensitive."

     "Stan's got the most sensitive cock in our group," Dan offered. "It
doesn't take much to make him shoot his load."

     "Yes, and it's very intense when I attain orgasm," Stan added.

     "Well, we're all different," Ted said. "Different sizes and shapes,
and Stan's tip is pointy, while the rest of us have rounded tips."

     "This is all to the good," I said. "For example, Dan's got a long
slit, and Stan's pointy tip can slip inside it. When he comes he shoots his
juice right into Dan's urethra, and that triggers a powerful orgasm for
Dan. You, Ted, have a regular helmet tip, but because of its small size Dan
and I can dock you.  Also, your balls are about the same size as ours, and
when you come you shoot a big load." Our pricks had begun swelling as a
result of the conversation, and Stan lightly grasped Ted's foreskin over
his bulging glans.

     "Mind if I skin you back?" he asked. Ted's expression told me he would
be delighted and he nodded. Stan gently pushed Ted's hood down on his
prick, baring the purple helmet, and the delicious aroma of wet glans and
foreskin filled the air. A pearl of clear lubricant slowly parted the lips
of Ted's slit.

     "Nice," Stan commented. "You've got a glans just like Jack's, right
down to the pouting meatus. Smells good too. " Meanwhile, Ted had pushed
Stan's hood down to expose his red arrowhead shaped glans. When he let go,
Stan's foreskin pulled back up to cover the head.

     "Mine doesn't lock back behind the corona the way yours does," Stan
explained.  "My corona doesn't have that sexy flare the way you guys have."
Stan had released Ted's prick, with the foreskin lodged behind the rim, and
grasped his own, drawing the tight foreskin down and holding it to keep the
head bared.  Ted reached over and pulled my foreskin all the way back to
bunch up behind my ridge.

     "Jack's tip is just like mine," he said, "but much larger." I felt
Dan's fingers tickling my scrotal hairs and I reached over to uncap his
helmet, leaving the foreskin lodged behind his flaring rim.

     "Each of you has a purple glans," Stan commented. "I've got the only
red one here." Ted ran a fingertip around Stan's flat corona and Stan drew
in his breath sharply.

     "I can see it's pretty sensitive, more than mine is," Ted stated.

     "Stan's pointy tip fits right into my long slit," Dan told him. "With
his small slit, he shoots a thin but high-pressure jet. It's a different
sensation when you get a jet of hot cream shot down your cock."

     "That always trigger our orgasms," I continued. "Last time, Stan shot
six jets into Dan's urethra, and Dan unloaded six times."

     "Yeah, I was in real heaven then," Dan confirmed. "I know you'd enjoy
it.  Now you don't have a long slit like mine, but we could hold Stan's tip
pressed right against your teardrop, like we did with my brother. Stan's
more sensitive than any of us, so he'd come first, and when his hot jet
shoots down your hole you'll come like you never did before."

     "Let's do it," Stan said, and led the way into his bedroom. He spread
a large towel on the bed in anticipation of the cream that would soon be
poured onto it. Stan and Ted lay down facing each other and Dan slipped in
behind Ted, tickling his scrotal hairs and gently sliding his foreskin back
and forth over the tumescent purple helmet. I slid in behind Stan and
worked his hood, exposing and covering his red arrowhead glans. Both were
seeping lubricant now.

     "You've got to bring Ted to the edge, but not over," Stan said to
Dan. "Then I'll press my pointy glans against his meatus and pour it into
him to trigger his orgasm." Dan and I kept stroking their foreskins, slowly
and systematically, as their tips gradually darkened and became more
engorged. Our hard pricks were pressed against their bodies, fully erect
from the pressure, and I felt the tickle of natural lube crawling up my
urethra. We had the same idea: to cling to Ted and Stan and feel their
shuddering as they experienced full-body orgasms. Stan moved forward
slightly so that the point of his glans touched Ted's helmet on its blunt
end, and Ted sighed in delight as their tips kissed.

     "Your tip feels so hot," Ted said as Stan's pointy end slid around his
front dome. Dan was working his foreskin in long slow strokes, drawing it
completely back to stretch the nerve endings in his frenulum and then
bringing it forward to engulf the helmet completely, the pucker sliding
over Stan's pointy end.  Ted's scrotum was drawn up tightly against his
body, and his glans had turned darker purple. Stan's arrowhead glans was
dark red and firm under my fingers, having lost its sponginess with the
inrush of blood.

     "I'm close," Ted murmured. "I'm ready for you to shoot down my hole."
Dan slowed his strokes to a crawl, to maintain him on that plateau but not
hurl him over the edge.

     "Make sure my meatus is aligned with his," Stan told me. "His pouting
orifice makes a perfect target for my jets." I draw his foreskin all the
way back and applied friction to his glans with the fingers of my other
hand, holding his tip firmly in place against Ted's pouting hole. Their
breathing was now shallow and rapid, their eyes closed, and I knew they
were seconds from the glorious explosion. Suddenly I felt a powerful throb
in Stan's shaft and glans as he yelped loudly.

     "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"  went Ted in a prolonged howl as the first fiery
jet lanced down his urethra, launching his orgasm. Ted's hips bucked as his
face contorted, and a gush of cream poured from his pouting orifice onto
Stan's tip and my fingers. Stan's body shuddered hard against mine as his
prick throbbed again, sending another hot stream into Ted's prick. Ted
cried out helplessly as his prick responded by shooting another thick gush
that poured onto Stan's tip, my fingers, and the towel. I knew that the hot
frenzy of Ted's orgasm was intensified by the torrents of sperm surging in
both directions in his urethra.

     Dan and I were breathing hard as we pressed ourselves against their
straining bodies, holding their pricks together tip to tip so that Stan's
jets would continue to shoot into Ted's prick to trigger his
ejaculations. I had stopped rubbing Stan's tip now, concentrating on
keeping it aligned with Ted's helmet.  Stan grunted again as his prick
throbbed, sending another torrent into Ted's tube. Ted howled and his body
jerked in response, releasing another copious jet. The bed was shaking hard
as they shuddered mindlessly, caught up in the sublime heat of their
orgasms.

     I felt Stan's slippery prick jerk between my encircling fingers as he
blew another discharge right down Ted's hole, and an instant later Ted
howled again as he shot his load over Stan's tip and my fingers. I knew
that Ted and Stan were feeling each other's glans throbs as their pricks
gushed sperm-filled loads. Stan bellowed again as I felt his penis throb,
and I held it tightly to ensure that the hot stream would surge right into
Ted's waiting orifice. I saw tears coming from Ted's tightly closed eyes as
he shuddered, releasing another stream of thick white liquid.

     Both Ted and Stan were tumbling in the frenzied free-fall of orgasm,
gasping and crying out as their bodies quivered and their pricks
jerked. Stan's prick throbbed again as it sent another jet of hot lava down
Ted's urethra, and an instant later a thick surge of white liquid poured
from between their tips onto the towel.

     Now both were still, having exhausted themselves in the wild frenzy of
their orgasms. We were all hot and sweaty, and were very still for a couple
of minutes. Stan and Ted had sunk into a daze while their breathing slowed
and their erections subsided. Dan and I were fully hard, very excited by
what we'd just seen and felt. I felt drops of lubricant seeping from the
pucker in my foreskin, dripping onto Stan's back and running down to be
absorbed by the towel.

     "That was fantastic," said Ted as he opened his eyes. "That was the
hottest orgasm I remember having."

     "You both came six times," Dan informed him. "You were pretty loud
about it too."

     "You had me right on the edge," Ted told him. "Then I felt Stan's tip
throb against mine and he shot this powerful jet of hot cream right down my
hole. I think it went right to the base of my shaft, and I shot my load
then. A couple of seconds later he shot again, and again it triggered me."

     "Oh, yes," Stan chimed in. "I had my first ejaculation and I knew I
must have hit the target because I felt your glans throb against mine and
your sperm poured out all over me. Each time I discharged, I felt your
penis respond. It was intense for me. I know it was for you."

     "Dan and I could feel how intense it was," I added. "We felt your
bodies straining and shuddering against ours and we heard you
vocalizing. You were both really loud."

     "I think we'd better get up and shower," Stan suggested to Ted. "What
are you guys going to do?" he asked us. We were silent, not having given
any thought to that.

     "Billy lent me his buddy sleeve," Stan suggested. "You both fit into
it well, which makes you a perfect match." He reached into the drawer and
brought it out. "You've both been secreting a lot of lubricant, so you
shouldn't need any Astroglide," he added as he handed it to me. Dan looked
deeply into my eyes as I felt him push my foreskin back to lock behind my
flaring ridge. We moved closer to each other as Dan pushed the sleeve onto
my slippery prick. I pushed his hood back and he moved closer, inserting
his prick into the other end, making me sigh as his glans kissed mine.

     "Your prick feels so hot against mine," I told him as the shower
started running. We lay still as he began sliding the sleeve back and forth
in long slow strokes and I felt its ridges sliding over my helmet and
bunched-up foreskin, compressing my corona and the twin bulges underneath
my glans as they applied friction. He kissed me on the lips.

     "Maybe we'll get lucky and have our holes lined up when we start to
come," he said. "Then I'll shoot right into your hole and start your
orgasm."  Ted and Stan had finished their shower and come back into the
room, where they sat on the edge of the bed watching us.

     "I'd love that," I replied. "Last time we did that your hot cream
filling my urethra gave me a terrific thrill."

     "Oh, I know how it felt," Dan said. "When Stan slipped his pointy tip
into my slit he shot into me six times, and I didn't know if I was coming
or going." Stan laughed at Dan's choice of words and said:

     "That worked because I was able to keep the point of my glans inside
you all through the orgasm. It was lucky that I was able to shoot all of my
discharges into Ted, here, because you and Jack were able to maintain the
alignment of our meatuses all the way through."

     "Even with the buddy sleeve, and the similarity of our pricks, the
most Dan's ever been able to shoot into me is twice. Still, that launched
my orgasm, and it was intense," I said.

     "Well, it's good that you have a lovely pouting meatus," Stan
said. "It makes a nice receptacle for his jets." All through this, Dan had
been keeping up his deliberate slow strokes, increasing our excitement. I
felt the increasing firmness of his front dome against mine.

     "Jack's hole is larger than mine," Ted said. "Maybe next time you and
Jack can pair off and we'll keep your tips lined up so that you can shoot
all your jets down his tube. Then he'd know what I felt."

     "You're both getting close," Stan commented. "I can tell because of
the darkening of your helmets."

     "We like taking our time," Dan replied. "It makes it more intense when
we come." I nodded agreement. Ted came around and lay behind me so that
he'd feel my shudders when I came and Stan moved in behind Dan. Dan and I
were secreting a lot of lubricant and this was softening the sensations,
making it easier to hold off. Ted had noticed the seepage of our clear
viscous fluid from the ends of the sleeve:

     "You're both juicing a lot," Ted remarked. "That'll help you last
longer."

     "Yeah, but our helmets are really swollen now," I said. "We're close."

     "The way your tight foreskins are bunched up behind your coronas like
tourniquets ensures full swelling," Stan commented. He understood the
mechanism of erection and all its subtleties. Now our breathing had become
shallow and more rapid, and I knew we wouldn't be able to hold out for even
a minute longer.

     "I'm getting a tickle in my ridge," Dan announced as his eyes
closed. He was shutting out awareness of the outside world, focusing only
on the thrilling sensations building up in his prick.

     "Good," I said. "You're ahead of me. You'll come first and maybe
you'll shoot down my tube." My eyes closed as I spoke and I felt a light
tickle in my corona. The world outside my body receded as I withdrew into
myself. Dan's breathing became heavy and gasping, and I felt him thrust his
prick against mine inside the sleeve. The tickle in my rim had become more
intense, and now it turned into a tingle as I heard Dan grunt:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as his first discharge shot from his
throbbing helmet, surging into my orifice and down my urethra like a
torrent of hot lava. I cried out as the root of my prick contracted,
sending my first jet up my urethra to coat our helmets. Dan grunted again
and his second jet felt like liquid fire as it slammed into my pouting
orifice and down my prick. I shuddered hard as my reflexes responded and my
second jet poured into my urethra and up my throbbing penis. Dan's strokes
were fast and furious and I felt the sleeve's ridges rippling over my
turgid glans. Ted was holding me tightly as my body shuddered, shaking the
bed.

     Dan and I were both in the free-fall of orgasm now, crying out
helplessly, our hips bucking as we thrust against each other inside the
sleeve. Our helmets hammered against each other as our third eruptions
poured out, filling the space between our helmets and flowing down our
shafts. Our cries filled the room as we struggled together, our throbbing
pricks gushing more cream into the sleeve.  Stan was saying something in
the background but I couldn't make it out. The odor of chlorine from our
discharges filled the air.

     We blasted out one final load and then lapsed into silence, sinking
into the daze that follows orgasm. We lay together, pricks joined inside
the sleeve, and a few residual drops seeped from our orifices.

     A couple of minutes later we roused ourselves, and our shrunken pricks
had slipped out of the buddy sleeve. I began milking Dan's urethra, from
behind his scrotum all the way to the helmet, while he did the same to
me. Our last drops fell onto the towel and Stan took the buddy sleeve into
the bathroom to rinse it out.

     "Their cream really smells like Clorox," I heard Ted say as I opened
my eyes a couple of minutes later. "I wonder if Dan really shot down his
hole? I couldn't tell from here."

     "He did," I said. "A couple of times. When I felt his hot juice
shooting into my prick, that triggered me." Then Stan spoke:

     "Jack, since I was able to fit the tip of my glans into Ted's meatus,
I'm pretty sure I could fit in yours. I think it's a bit bigger than
his. Can we try that next time?"

     "I'd be glad to try," I replied. "I'll make sure that we don't come at
all this week, as I'd like to save up our cream for the big occasion."

     "That's good," Stan said. "The more sperm you've saved up, the bigger
discharges you'll experience."

     Dan and I got up and went to shower. We skinned back, leaving our
foreskins bunched up behind our rims, to let the hot water flow over our
naked helmets, bringing forth a flow of yellow liquid that purged the
residual sperm from our urethras.  Then we pulled our foreskins back from
our coronas to let the water flow into the grooves behind them, and when we
were satisfied that we'd rinsed off completely pulled our hoods down to
protect our precious heads. We dried off, got dressed, and planned to come
back the following Saturday.