Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 10:01:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 37, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 37

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     When we got home that afternoon, after having had lunch with Stan, we
were still aroused, although we'd had intense, mind-numbing orgasms only
hours before. Our parents were out for the day, and we went to our
bedroom. We began disrobing and I saw Dan's hot eyes fixed on my crotch as
I removed my clothes. My boxer shorts were the last to go, revealing my
half-hard penis, and a moment later Dan's removed his underwear, showing me
that his prick was swollen too.

     "We just drained ourselves at Stan's, but I still feel horny," he
said.  "You too." He came forward to embrace me in a tight hug, and I put
my arms around him too. Our pricks touched, and I felt a twitch in my
shaft. I reached down to bring them up straight between our bodies because
they were engorging quickly. I felt the heat of his prick as it stood next
to mine between our abdomens.

     "You're as hot as I am, Bro," he told me, and then he kissed me on the
lips.  "Your cock needs to unload just as much as mine does." As he spoke I
felt a drop of natural secretion begin its crawl up my urethra. I pressed
myself hard against his firm body, enjoying the warmth of the contact and
the pressure on my erection.

     "I like the feel of your cock against mine," he said as he released me
and backed away. "We need the buddy sleeve for this." He took the clear
plastic tube from the bedside table as I spread a large towel on our
queen-size bed. We lay down facing each other and I took his prick in my
hand.

     "Your prick is really beautiful," I told him as I began jiggling his
foreskin in short strokes that barely revealed his long slit. The lips were
wet with natural secretions.  "I see you're getting lube just like I am."
His fingers closed lovingly around the front of my prick, sliding my
puckered foreskin back slightly along the swollen helmet.

     "Yours is too," he replied as he slid my hood farther back and then
pulling it forward to catch the drop of clear viscous liquid that had
filled the pouting lips of my meatus. "The way your hole pouts is really
sexy." I continued sliding his foreskin back and forth along his engorged
helmet, spreading the drops of lubricant he was secreting. I felt my
scrotum tightening against my body as his strong but gentle fingers
continued to stroke my hood.

     "It's nice having a long slit like you do," I said. "It made it very
easy for Stan to get the point of his glans into you and shoot his loads
down your urethra. He says mine is a nice target because it pouts but yours
stretches out enough for him to actually get the tip of his glans into
you."

     "That's true," Dan admitted. "But now you know what it's like to get
all of his shots down your hole. You really blasted off each time that
happened."  By this time our helmets and foreskins were thoroughly
lubricated and we took longer strokes on each other's hood.

     "My balls are tight against my body," I said. "I think yours are too."

     "You're right, Bro. We're both hot for each other." Now I was using
long strokes on his supple foreskin, bringing it all the way back to poise
on the cusp of his ridge before pulling it toward me again.

     "I love the aroma of your prick," I whispered, and then kissed him on
the lips. "That hot fresh smell turns me on." Dan was by this time also
using long strokes on my foreskin, pushing it back to the level of the
corona and then bringing it forward to cover my helmet completely. We were
both sighing in delight because of the sensations. Now I felt him move on
the bed and an instant later I felt his hot slippery glans touch mine, dome
against front dome, the lips of his slit kissing mine and sending a spark
of sensation into my nerve endings.

     "I like the feel of our slippery helmets sliding against each other,"
Dan murmured as he caressed my naked glans with his. He'd pushed my
foreskin all the way back to lock behind my corona, ensuring that my helmet
would be naked to his gaze and touch. I did the same, locking his hood
behind his high flaring ridge.

     "Damn," I said. "Your helmet feels so hot against mine." Now Dan
pushed his glans under mine, and I felt it rubbing against my twin lobes
and gee-string with a gentle friction of smooth skin and heavy
lubrication. It was stimulating, but with no risk of pushing me to the
brink of orgasm. I reached down and touched my index finger lightly against
the hot spot under his glans, feeling his prick twitch at the contact. A
sharp intake of breath, and he said:

     "Oh, Bro, you know just how to touch me." He kept moving his prick
slowly against mine, his corona pressing gently against my frenulum.

     "That's because your prick's so much like mine," I replied. "We're
brothers, you know. The contours of your helmet are exactly like mine, and
I know where the hot spots are. When I touch you I know exactly how it
feels."

     "You're getting me so excited, Bro," he murmured. "You're making me
lube a lot. Right now I wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else."

     "Same here," I told him. "You can feel how much I've been lubing." I
kissed him on the lips and then on the neck. He continued to slide his wet
slippery glans around and over mine, producing smooth and soft sensations
that maintained our arousal.

     Now I grasped the base of his shaft firmly, pushing the skin back
against his pubes, putting tension on his gee-string and making his helmet
dip slightly.  Dan sighed loudly, and began to moan. I kept pushing his
shaft skin back in short strokes, making his glans dip intermittently and
stretching the nerve endings in his frenulum. He did the same to me and my
prick throbbed in reflex several times. I felt the inrush of blood, making
my glans swell more and the corona flare out fully.

     "You're gonna make me come if you keep it up," he warned me. "I just
can't hold off if you're doing that to me." I stopped stroking him and
asked:

     "You think we should take a break? We're both so turned on now that we
could pop any moment."

     "Yeah," he gasped. "I can see your tip's really swollen now, and it's
darker. So is mine." He released my prick and I let go of his.

     "Good thing we stopped," I said. "A few seconds more and I would have
gotten that tickle. Then it would have been all over for me."

     "We're still excited from this morning," he said.

     "That's for sure," I replied. "I know I drained myself completely this
morning, but I still have a vivid memory of how it felt when Stan shot down
my prick and I started coming. I can actually feel it. Then there's another
thing: your prick excites me."

     "I'm not surprised," said Dan. "It was really hot for you, for both of
us, really. You cock turns me on too." Our pricks were still hard, but not
on the hair-trigger as before. Both helmets were still wet and glossy,
ringed by the foreskins bunched up behind their ridges.

     "Think we can start again?" I asked. "We're not on the edge and we're
still secreting lube." I picked up the transparent ridged sleeve as Dan
nodded and held it between our pricks.

     "Our cocks are lubed enough," Dan said. "I don't think we'll need any
Astroglide." I saw him slip his helmet into his end of the sleeve and I
pushed my wet glossy tip into my end. He reached down and milked my urethra
with his fingertips, pushing the lubricant forward out of my meatus, and
then did the same to his prick. The front domes of our helmets met in the
middle and I felt the lips of his long slit kiss my pouting orifice,
sending a thrill into my glans.

     "Okay, Dan, just stay there and I'll do the stroking," I said. I began
sliding the soft plastic sleeve back and forth between us in long slow
strokes meant to build us up slowly, prolonging our excitement as long as
possible. Dan's eyes bored into mine as we communicated silently through
our pricks. He clasped my free hand in his, while his other hand cupped my
tight scrotum, fingertips lightly touching the skin behind it. I knew he'd
feel the pulse in my posterior urethra when my orgasm started, before the
first jet erupted from my helmet.

     Our pricks were pressed together inside the sleeve just enough for me
to feel the pressure of his front dome against mine. Lubricant continued to
seep from our orifices to keep the inside of the sleeve very slippery,
softening the sensations as the interior ridges bumped over our swollen
rims. Dan noticed this, for he said:

     "Jack, we're really wet down there. That helps us to maintain
control."

     "I'm stroking us pretty slowly so that we don't fall over the edge
before we're ready. We can relax and enjoy the ride." I was stroking the
sleeve over our pricks so slowly that I could feel every ridge inside the
sleeve as it caressed and compressed my corona. Dan was aware of this, for
he said:

     "I feel every ridge, every bump along my helmet and rim. This feels
really wonderful. Your cock pressing into the front of mine makes it feel
even better." He kissed me again, and then his lips moved down to my neck,
nibbling at the skin and giving me goose-bumps.

     "You're really exciting me, Dan. Feeling your kisses, and the hot tip
of your helmet against mine...." I trailed off.

     "Maybe if we get lucky I'll shoot down your hole when I come," he
said.  "You're wide open down there and I think I'm lined up perfectly with
you."

     "Even if you don't, my feeling your hot cream shooting all over my
helmet's going to give me a thrill."

     "I know feeling your cream all over mine's going to make it more
intense for me," he replied. "It always does. That's why I like the buddy
sleeve better than docking inside our skin after you've blown your
load. Feeling your helmet throbbing against mine while we're both coming is
really hot." I was deliberately keeping the pace of my strokes slow, but I
felt the excitement building up inside us, slowly bringing us to the point
of no return.  Fortunately, this excitement was also keeping the lubricant
flowing and lessening the friction, which made it easier to remain
relaxed. Still, the insistent compression of our coronas and frenulums was
having its effect, because now our breathing had become shallower and more
rapid.

     "I'm trying hard to stay relaxed, but that bumping against my ridge is
getting me hot," Dan observed. "How about you? I think it's doing the same
to you."

     "You're right, Dan. "You're feeling exactly what I'm feeling."

     "Well, when you start feeling that tickle, squeeze my part of the
sleeve harder so I start coming just before you. That way, maybe my cream
will shoot down your hole and trigger you, okay?"

     "Okay, Dan, I'll do that. Whatever happens, it's going to be very hot
for both of us." Now I was stroking so slowly that the sleeve was hardly
moving over our pricks, but the intimacy of being joined tip to tip with
Dan inside the sleeve was arousing enough so that our excitement mounted
inexorably. I kissed Dan's lips and then his neck.

     "It won't be much longer before I feel that tickle in the rim," he
said. His eyes were glazed now, the result of focusing on the sensations in
his prick. I felt mine ere too, because his face was slightly out of focus
in front of me. I knew I was squeezing his hand harder because of the
tension in my body.

     I felt the inrush of blood making my helmet swell to its fullest, as
it always does before I start coming. Dan's tip felt firmer as it pressed
against my front dome, and I knew without looking that both helmets had
turned darker purple. Our coronas were fully flared out, increasing the
friction despite the heavy lubrication, and I knew we were in the last
stage. I'd been aroused and hard for so long that a steady drool of clear
viscous liquid was pouring from my pouting meatus, mixing with his.

     Our breathing was very fast now, and I felt the pressure against the
front of my helmet as Dan thrust his prick harder against mine. I felt a
tickle begin in my hard flaring rim, and as my eyes closed I hard his voice
say:

     "Ticking...."  We were both withdrawing from the outside world as we
focused all our attention on the sensations of approaching climax. I
remembered to squeeze the sleeve harder over his glans as my tickle changed
to a hot tingle, and then I felt his glans throb hard against mine as Dan
began to spurt:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted loudly as I felt a torrent of fiery
liquid pour out onto the front dome of my helmet, triggering my climax even
though it had missed my urethra. I cried out helplessly as the root of my
prick contracted, sending a gush of hot sperm rushing up my urethra and
slamming through the lips of my orifice. I felt another spurt of cream
shoot from Dan's throbbing helmet to coat the front of mine as the bed
shook from our frenzied shuddering. I grunted again as I felt another
stream of hot cream shoot up my prick to fill the space between our
helmets, followed by a geyser of thick juice as his straining glans poured
another load onto mine, thoroughly coating my throbbing helmet.

     Our cries of joyous agony filled the air as we came again, hot jets
mixing in the sleeve between our helmets. I stroked the sleeve quickly over
our shafts and throbbing tips as we thrust against each other inside the
sleeve, releasing more jets of sperm. The pervasive odor of chlorine filled
the air as our sperm poured out of both ends of the sleeve.

     I felt his helmet throb against mine as I blew another load against
it. His discharge mixed with mine as he cried out again, caught up in his
mind-numbing orgasm. I felt another throb deep inside me as the root of my
prick released another gush of cream, mixing with his as it erupted from my
distended, pouting orifice. Suddenly my tip became super-sensitive and I
stopped stroking. I'd blown my last load, and was sure that he had too. We
lay still, breathing hard, coming down off our high.

     I felt the pressure in my swollen prick lessen as my erection started
to subside.  His front dome was no longer pressing hard against mine, and I
felt his grip on my hand loosen. Our orgasms were over, and we were
descending into the daze of deep relaxation that follows climax.

     Minutes later I opened my eyes to see Dan smiling at me. My prick was
soft and shrunken, and it was almost out of the sleeve, no longer in
contact with his.

     "Did I shoot down your hole?" he asked.

     "No, but it was very hot for me just the same," I answered.

     "I know," he said. "You were really into it."

     "Just feeling your hot juice pouring over my helmet made it very
intense," I explained. "Your jet missed the hole but triggered my orgasm
anyway."  I hugged him to me for emphasis. The buddy sleeve was now lying
between our limp pricks, spilling its contents all over the towel. As our
foreskins were still locked back behind our ridges, our helmets were
exposed, and I saw that there was a drop of cream still clinging to the
lips of our orifices. We wiped these up on the corner of the towel, so as
not to drip onto the carpet.

     "I think it's time to take a shower," he said. He got up, and I rolled
up the towel and took the buddy sleeve into the bathroom, where Dan rinsed
it out in the sink. After putting the towel in the hamper, I told him:

     "As we're going to take a shower and flush ourselves out that way,
there's no need to milk our pricks." I turned on the water and we got in
with our hoods still locked behind our coronas. As always, the flow of hot
water over our exposed tips stimulated our bladders and relaxed our
sphincters, and soon we were pouring our yellow streams down the drain. We
carefully stretched our bunched-up foreskins back so that the water would
flush out every wrinkle, as well as the grooves behind our helmets.

     Dan and I are always turned on by each other's prick, and now Dan
turned facing me so that our helmets touched. He grasped them both, and
pressed them together so that I felt the smooth texture of his helmet's
broad upper surface against mine. We were both really drained so that we
didn't even begin to get hard, but this sub-critical stimulation felt very
pleasant. His index finger was pressing into the vee-groove on the
underside of my glans, right on my frenulum, the special hot spot on our
pricks.

     He kissed me on the lips and then moved down to my neck. I nibbled at
his ear and then hugged him to me, feeling the warmth of his body. The
shower was still running, and this added to the pleasant feeling.

     Satisfied that we'd completely flushed out any residual sperm, we
pulled our foreskins down over our helmets and turned off the water. We
carefully and lovingly dried each other and then got back onto the bed to
get some sleep.