Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 14:37:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 38, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 38

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     A couple of birthdays passed, and I was now 24 and Dan 22. Billy had
finished law school, passed his bar exam, and joined his father's firm,
specializing in corporate law. Dan and I had also finished law school,
passed our bar exams, and been invited to join Billy's father's firm to
start a new family law division. Although the divorce rate had remained
steady, the number of people moving into our area had produced a lot of new
demand, not only for divorces but for routine matters such as setting up
wills and trusts.

     Dan and I had bought a house together, much like Billy's, and in fact
only a block from his. Unlike his it had four bedrooms, each with an
adjoining bathroom, but unlike his, we'd installed a hot tub in the room
next to our bedroom. That Saturday we'd invited Billy over, and we were
lounging in the hot tub. I'd placed a stack of large towels on the small
table next to the tub. We kept the temperature slightly cooler than most
other hot tubs, as we'd found that if the water was too hot it made us
light-headed when we stood up to get out. Billy was telling us what had
happened in his neighbor's house the previous weekend:

     "Joe's five-year-old son Mike got his cock caught in the zipper in the
bathroom. The bleeding was pretty bad so they had to take him to the
emergency room. The doctor there cut the zipper off after sedating him
heavily, and had to put a stitch in the head." I knew where this was going
so I jumped right in:

     "The kid was circumcised, I bet."

     "Yeah," sighed Billy. "They had him done at birth. The funny thing
about it was that one of the reasons the doctor gave for circumcising him
was so that he wouldn't get his foreskin caught in the zipper."

     "That sucks," said Dan. "I remember I got it caught in the zipper when
I was about that age, and I was lucky the zipper bite was on the skin, not
the tender head. Jack was really helpful when that happened."

     "When I heard Dan yell," I continued the story, "I ran into the
bathroom and saw him trying to pull the zipper down again. I called Dad and
when he saw the problem he went for a pair of wire cutters and cut that
zipper right off.  It ruined the zipper but Dan wasn't hurt, except for a
red spot where the teeth had almost cut into the foreskin. There was no
bleeding and it soon stopped hurting. Dan was really careful after that."

     "At that age I wasn't yet able to pull my skin back, so the tender tip
wasn't caught," Dan added. "I'd seen Jack pull his skin back, and knew how
sensitive the head underneath was."

     "Dan probably wouldn't have gotten the tip caught anyway," I
said. "When we got old enough to skin back, Dad taught us always to skin
back to pee, but then to pull the foreskin forward again before zipping
up. I know that I almost got my prick caught in the zipper, but the helmet
was fully covered before I put it back in my pants."

     "I guess you stopped when you felt the first pinch of the zipper,"
Billy told me.

     "That's right," I agreed. "I was about ten when that happened, and I
knew I had to be careful when zipping up. Usually I made sure my prick was
back inside my shorts before zipping up, but I was in a hurry that
morning. Still, I caught it in time, and it just nipped the pucker in my
foreskin."  Immersion in the hot water had relaxed the skin of our
genitals, and our scrotums were very slack. I noticed that Dan's foreskin
and mine, normally tight, had loosened a lot, and our slits were clearly
visible through the widened orifices. Billy's foreskin, normally looser
than ours, was wide open and half of his mushroom shaped glans was visible
inside it. Dan reached down and inserted his finger into Billy's gaping
orifice, tickling the front of his glans.

     "Oh, that feels nice," Billy responded, and grasped the edge of Dan's
foreskin between thumb and forefinger, tugging it out. His other hand
closed around my prick, giving it a few light squeezes. Our pricks began
distending with this stimulation, and I felt a tickle deep inside as a drop
of lubricant began crawling up my urethra.

     "Before you ask, Billy, let me tell you that when we had this hot tub
installed, we ordered a really good filter with the pump. It'll filter out
any sperm we shoot into the water, so don't worry about coming in the tub,"
I said.

     "That's good," Billy replied. "I'd hate to mess up your tub."

     "Just don't pee in the water," I added. "The filter can't get that
out. Use the toilet in our bathroom." The main bedroom's bathroom was
adjacent to the room which held the hot tub. By now, our pricks were fully
erect, and I saw that Billy's big mushroom had filled and distended his
loose foreskin. His front dome was protruding slightly, and Dan's finger
was tracing small circles around the long lips of his slit.

     "Are you leaking yet?" Dan asked him. "Your tip feels very slippery
around the slit."

     "Yeah, a few drops because I'm getting hot," Billy replied. "Is that
going to be filtered out too?"

     "No, the filter won't get that," I replied, "but the chlorine in the
water will break it down. I'm leaking too." My prick was as swollen as
Dan's now, and Billy had begun stroking my foreskin up and down slowly.

     "I like that," I told him. "Not too much friction, and I won't be in
danger of blowing my load before I'm ready." We all understood the value of
a prolonged build-up in making the eventual orgasm more intense.

     "I guess you guys have already jacked each other in the tub," Billy
suggested.

     "We did," Dan told him. "It's really nice when we come in here,
because we also have all those bubbles coming up around us. I like to sit
right over a jet, so that the bubbles come up between my legs."

     "The bubbles tickle Dan's balls," I explained. "He really enjoys
that. So do I."

     "I guess I'd like that too," Billy conjectured.

     "It feels like a vibrator, only much softer," Dan told him. "A
vibrator always makes me come inside of a minute. I can last longer with
the bubbles."

     "The bubbles also run up his shaft and helmet," I elaborated. "This
enhances his sensations because all of his equipment was surrounded by the
stream of bubbling hot water." Just explaining this to Billy was
heightening our excitement.

     "It worked the same way on Jack," Dan added. "I had his skin locked
back behind his ridge and I'd stroked his helmet until it was in its final
swelling.  It was dark purple, with the ridge all flared out, and then I
just held his cock in the bubbles, and that kept him at that point just
before coming for a long while."

     "That's right," I added. "He held me just at the peak, before the
point of no return. My legs were trembling and my toes curled."

     "I had him moaning then, and he was pretty loud. His eyes were closed
too."

     "I had this hard swollen ache in my helmet then," I said. "I often get
that before the tickle starts."

     "You really needed to come," Billy said. "I understand that. I feel
the same way just before I start shooting. Did you get a tickle or tingle
in your rim?"

     "Dan flicked his thumb over my rim, and pressed his finger into the
underside, and that gave me the magic tickle," I elaborated. "Then the
tingling started and I was gone. It didn't take much to push me over the
edge. It took only a few seconds."

     "His first shot went a foot into the air," Dan said. "He was yelling,
really yelling, and it echoed around the room." Billy was listening
intently, and I felt a twitch in his prick as Dan described my orgasm to
him.  The discussion was exciting him, as it was exciting us.

     "Water's too thin to make a smooth lubricant," Billy said weakly, and
I was afraid he'd launch into orgasm right then. Dan sensed this too, for
he released Billy's prick.

     "You're right," I affirmed. "Water's too thin. That's why we keep a
small jar of Albolene by the tub." I pointed to it.

     "Albolene's petroleum based," Billy said. "Doesn't it contaminate the
water?"

     "We have a two-stage filter," I told him. "There's a stage of
absorbent material that removes the Albolene from the water. It also
filters out skin oils."

     "I'm so hot," Billy whispered. "Can you make me come now?" I nudged
him so that he sat right over a jet, and we saw the bubbles rising between
his thighs. He sighed as the bubbles caressed and tickled his scrotum,
which was tight against his body. I pulled his foreskin down from his
turgid mushroom, lodging it behind his corona, and dipped a couple of
fingers into the jar of lubricant.

     "Just relax, Billy," I urged. "Relax and let us take care of you." I
spread the Albolene in a thin film over his glossy engorged mushroom and
the bunched-up foreskin behind his rim, and began slow caresses calculated
to stimulate him at a measured pace. Dan began tweaking his nipples gently,
adding to his sensations.

     "Are you close?" I asked him.

     "No, but I need to unload, really need it," he said in an agonized
voice.  "You've got me so hot."

     "We'll work our way up to it," I assured him. "Just stay relaxed as
much as you can and we'll take care of you." His big mushroom was darker
purple now, and his corona felt very firm under my fingertips.

     "Your tip's not spongy anymore," I told him, as much for Dan's benefit
as to inform Billy. I lightened my caresses now, holding his shaft and
glans in the direct path of the bubbles. "Can you feel that now, how the
bubbles are running up your prick?" The stream of bubbles coursed up along
his shaft and around his hot, swollen glans.

     "Yes, yesssss," he whispered. I saw the lips of his long slit spread
slightly as a large drop of lubricant pried them open and emerged to be
carried away by the stream of bubbles. I'd completely stopped caressing his
glans and was now holding it lightly to ensure that his prick remained in
the stream of rising bubbles. I felt it twitch between my fingers, another
indication that the bubbles were having an effect.

     Dan, taking his cue from me, had stopped tweaking Billy's nipples, and
was sitting patiently next to him, waiting for the orgasm so that he could
resume the stimulation. We could see that Billy's body was tense, his back
arched, in response to the soft but unrelenting stimulation. We knew, too,
that the bubbles rising through the hot water would not be enough to push
him over the edge.

     Billy's breathing had become rapid and shallow, a sign of his intense
arousal. We could tell by the state of his glans, darker purple and rigid,
that he was definitely on the plateau.

     "I'm gettin' that ache in my tip," he muttered as his eyes closed. He
was marginally closer to orgasm, withdrawing into himself as the
all-consuming sensations in his lower regions captured all of his
attention. Dan and I knew from our own experience that Billy's awareness of
the world outside his body was dimming as his attention became focused on
the compelling need for release.  He arched his back further, and the front
dome of his mushroom glans protruded from the water.

     "I nodded to Dan, who resumed tweaking Billy's nipples. I flicked my
thumb lightly over his corona while pressing the tip of my index finger
into the vee-groove under his glans. Billy's legs began trembling and he
threw his head back and started moaning loudly. I knew he must be feeling
the tickle in his ridge, which would change into the hot tingle that
launches orgasm.

     I felt his mushroom glans throb hard between my fingers as Billy let
out a loud yell that echoed off the tiled walls, and saw a thick white jet
slam through the lips of his long slit, shooting a foot into the air before
falling back.  Billy's hips bucked and his glans throbbed again as he
bellowed another anguished cry. Another thick gush of cream surged through
his slit high into the air. It fell back, and floated on the surface of the
water.

     Billy was thrusting his prick hard, overwhelmed by the erotic torment
of his orgasm as he cried out helplessly and blew another load of hot
sperm. His face was contorted, mouth open, gasping as he grunted, moaned,
and sobbed at the intensity of the sensations that overwhelmed his
consciousness. I twisted my fingers around his glans, adding to the sweet
agony of Billy's sensations and bringing forth another torrent of semen.

     Billy sobbed mindlessly, head rocking from side to side, lips drawn
back, as his prick throbbed again and shot another hot stream of thick
white liquid. Now he stopped, although a creamy residue still seeped from
his long slit, and his body began to relax. Dan stopped tweaking his
nipples and with both hands began pushing the floating pools of sperm
toward the rim of the tub, where it would be pumped through the filter.

     Billy's body was relaxing, and I held his head up as he sank to the
floor of the hot tub. His prick softened and began to shrink as his
erection subsided. His breathing was returning to normal but he'd remain
dazed by the aftershock of his orgasm for a couple of minutes, as I knew
from experience.

     Dan's prick and mine remained fully erect, although we hadn't touched
them while bringing Billy to climax. The combination of hot bubbling water
and the vicarious excitement of participating in Billy's release had kept
us fully aroused, and our scrotums were tight against our bodies despite
the relaxing effect of the hot water. Our foreskins, though, were still
looser than usual, and instead of being tightly puckered at the end, gaped
enough to reveal our slits.

     "That was terrific!" Billy said as he opened his eyes. "I was on the
threshold for a long time before I started shooting."

     "We know," Dan said. "Your body was very tense right then. When you
started shooting, your tip was just above water and you shot a foot into
the air."

     "It felt like a high-pressure stream was shooting through my cock,"
Billy said. "Very intense." He reached over to insert a finger into Dan's
foreskin, tickling his slit.

     "Ahhhhh, that feels nice," Dan responded.

     "You're ready to go," Billy told him. Although I was as excited as Dan
was, I nodded agreement because I was willing to wait in anticipation of a
more intense orgasm. Dan moved over to sit on one of the jets in the floor
and we watched the stream of bubbles streaming up from under his scrotum
and along his prick. Billy pushed Dan's foreskin down to lock behind the
corona, baring his glans and gee-string to the tickling bubbles.

     "Your cock's so beautiful," Billy said. "You've got a straight shaft
with the big vein running down on the right, and when I push your skin down
your big purple helmet looks so sexy." He was almost drooling as he spoke
these words. He dipped a couple of fingers into the Albolene and began
spreading the lubricant over Dan's tip. Dan's body twitched at Billy's
touch, and I anticipated that he wouldn't last as long as Billy had before
ejaculating.

     As the stream of bubbles was tickling Dan's scrotum, there was no need
for me to do so, and I clasped his hand with one hand, and began tweak1ing
his nipple with the other. Dan moaned softly, and began to breathe more
quickly. Billy's fingertips caressed his helmet, working around his corona
and then gently pinching the gee-string underneath. Now Billy's index
finger stroked Dan's long slit from side to side, parting the lips. The
stream of bubbles continued to flow up Dan's prick, adding their subtle
tickle to the combination of sensations he was feeling.

     "Ohhh, I'm really lubing," Dan murmured. I was feeling drops of my
lubricant crawling up my prick as well, just from watching and helping to
stimulate Dan.

     "I hope I can keep from coming," I whispered. "This is so exciting for
me too."

     "Your helmet's getting darker now," Billy murmured to Dan. As he
spoke, I could see the lips of Dan's long slit pulsing slightly, parting as
the drops of natural lubricant escaped from his urethra.

     "My tip feels so full, it almost aches" Dan whispered.

     "I know," Billy told him. "I feel it firming up under my
fingers. You're getting closer." I felt Dan's fingers tighten around my
hand, another sign of his mounting excitement.

     "You're right there," Billy murmured. "I'll stop stroking you and let
the bubbles do the work." He held Dan's helmet between thumb and index
finger, keeping it in the stream of rising bubbles. Dan's breathing was
quick and shallow now, and I saw his eyes close as he withdrew from the
world outside his body.

     "I feel a tickle in my gee-string," Dan whispered as the stream of
bubbles ran up the underside of his turgid glans, and I saw his legs begin
to tremble.

     "This is beautiful!" I whispered to Billy. "He's right on the edge and
the bubbles just might take him through all the way. You might not have to
stroke his rim, just hold it in the bubble stream." Billy acknowledged this
with a nod and we continued watching.

     "Tickle's spreading...." Dan trailed off. His breathing was gasping
now, and the tremble in his legs increased as his face contorted. His lips
drew back in a rictus as he began moaning loudly. Suddenly his prick jerked
between Billy's fingers and I saw a thick white stream shoot into the water
from his distended slit.

     "HUNH!  HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Dan grunted as the full force of orgasm
overtook him. Now that Dan's orgasm was in full flight Billy flicked his
thumb rapidly over Dan's flaring purple ridge to enhance his
sensations. Dan grunted loudly again, his grunts echoing from the tiled
walls as another thick jet erupted from his slit, leaving a white rope that
hung and twisted in the water.

     Dan cried out helplessly as his hips bucked sharply in the hot frenzy
of his orgasm and his prick ejaculated another heavy spurt of cream that
curled and floated lazily to the top. His prick was no longer in the bubble
stream but Billy's fingers were flying over his engorged helmet,
compressing and rubbing the tortured nerve endings. I grasped Dan's prick
firmly at the base and pulled back hard, putting tension on his nerve-rich
gee-string and making his glans dip sharply.

     At this, Dan yelped loudly and I felt his prick throb with another
ejaculation as his entire body shuddered. I gave his shaft skin another
yank and watched as the long lips of his slit parted and another heavy
surge of sperm slammed through them, accompanied by a frantic yelp. Billy's
forefinger strummed Dan's gee-string, forcing another jet from his
straining prick. Suddenly Dan's voice went up in pitch and we knew what had
happened: his prick had become too sensitive. We stopped stimulating him,
sensing that his orgasm was over, and we watched Dan's body slowly relax as
his breathing slowed and he became very still.

     Dan's prick lost its rigidity as it began shrinking and Dan sank into
a daze. I made sure his head remained above water as he sagged.

     Billy didn't make his usual comment about smelling Clorox, because the
odor of Dan's sperm was lost in the chlorine coming up from the water. We
waited for Dan to revive from his daze. My prick was still rock-hard and
swollen and my scrotum tight. Billy commented on this:

     "You're really hard and you've been hard longer than either of
us. Your skin's been locked back all this time. You must be ready to come."

     "Yeah, and I've been lubing all the while. This has been really
exciting for me."  Now Dan opened his eyes and said:

     "You're next, Bro." he moved to the side and continued: "Get on to
that water jet. I want to see the bubbles running up your cock." I moved
over the jet and sighed as the bubble stream tickled my scrotum and ran up
the sides of my prick. Dan grasped my swollen glans by the sides and
adjusted its position so that the bubbles tickled my gee-string.

     "Feel that?" he asked. I sighed and he said: "Now you're feeling what
I was feeling. Just relax and let it work on you like it did me. When you
start to come Billy's gonna stroke your ridge to make it hotter." I tried
to relax but felt the tension building rapidly in my body.

     "Your tip's really dark purple now," Billy observed. "Your hole's
pouting in that beautiful teardrop shape."

     "I'm feeling that ache in my helmet," I told them. "I'm going to be
coming soon." The soft caress of the bubble stream along my shaft and glans
was pushing me toward the brink. Billy's fingertips were still coated with
Albolene from when he'd done Dan, and now he ran his forefinger along my
hard flaring corona, making my prick twitch as I sighed deeply.

     "That was nice," Billy, but I think the bubbles tickling my gee-string
are going to make me come, like they did Dan." A trickle of natural
lubricant seeped from my orifice and I felt more drops crawling up my tube.

     "I'm feeling a slight tickle in my gee-string," I whispered as the
sensations mounted.

     "That's it," Dan murmured. "The feeling's gonna get stronger." He was
right. The tickling sensation increased, bringing me to the plateau of
excitement, hanging on the edge. My legs began trembling and my breathing
became shallow and rapid. My awareness of the outside world dimmed as I
focused increasingly on the sensations in my genitals.

     "He's close. He's right there," I heard Dan say in the distance as my
eyes closed. The tickle in my gee-string strengthened and spread into my
corona. I felt Dan's fingers give my helmet a sudden squeeze and the root
of my prick throbbed reflexively.

     "My tip's tingling." I whispered as I felt the wave of orgasm come
over me, breaking slowly. Now I felt a hard throb deep inside and I
grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as a stream of hot lava seared its way up my
urethra and slammed through the lips of my pouting orifice. I felt a
lubricated finger flicking over my hard ridge as another spasm gripped the
root of my prick, sending a second surge of hot sperm up my tube. My hips
bucked in the mindless frenzy of orgasm as I cried out again, and another
hot jet erupted from my meatus.

     My shaft and helmet throbbed and tingled as I yelped helplessly, and
another ejaculation burst from the front dome of my glans. My entire body
shuddered, caught up in the joyful agony of orgasm, and I was gasping and
grunting in response, aware of nothing but the overpowering sensations in
my prick.

     Billy's fingers flicked relentlessly over my corona, rubbing and
compressing its nerve endings, and sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing
deeply into my helmet. I cried out again as another hot jet shot up my
prick and into the water. Now my tip suddenly became super-sensitive. Dan
and Billy sensed this, because they stopped stimulating my glans. The
bubbles continued tickling my genitals, but the effect was so soft and
subtle that it didn't bother me.

     I began to relax as the hardness in my prick subsided and my helmet
became spongy again as it shrunk. My breathing slowed as I sank into the
daze that always follows orgasm. Later, I opened my eyes and said:

     "That was really nice. I came pretty hard, with your help." Billy
responded with:

     "You were excited longer than we were before coming. That's why you
were the fastest to come, and it was hotter for you."

     "Yeah, Bro, that's the way it works," Dan affirmed. He leaned forward
and kissed me on the lips. "You're the best brother a guy could ever have."
Billy looked at him and said:

     "I envy you so much. I'm an only child, never had a brother, and I
know what I missed." The three of us hugged in the swirling water.