Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 07:22:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 39, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 39

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     We'd invited Ted over for the following Saturday, and when he arrived
Dan and I were already naked. Ted stripped down and followed us into the
kitchen for coffee.  As we sat around the table we told him about our hot
tub and the activities it allowed.

     "Did it come with the house?" Ted asked.

     "No, we had it installed after we'd moved in," Dan explained. "This is
a four-bedroom house, and we use the main bedroom for ourselves, we have a
guest bedroom, we use the third one for an office, and the hot tub is in
what used to be the fourth bedroom."

     "That's really nice," Ted replied. "An indoor hot tub. So many people
have outdoor ones, and it's a problem using them in the winter."

     "Yeah," I added. "We thought of everything."

     We went on to describe what we'd done with Billy, and as usual the sex
talk had stimulated us to erection. We hadn't touched each other's pricks,
but by the time I poured the second cup of coffee we were all fully
hard. Ted's helmet, like ours, showed its contours through the covering
skin. His glans, smaller than ours, had a prominent ridge that showed
clearly through the foreskin. Dan and I thought that Ted's prick was very
attractive.

     Ted was still shaving his pubic hair to make his prick appear
larger. Although his association with us had helped his self-confidence, he
was still sensitive over his five-inch erection. However, he had man-sized
testicles and his ejaculations were copious. Equally important was the fact
that his foreskin was intact, never having felt the savage bite of the
Gomco Clamp as so many American males' foreskins had when they'd been born.

     "I told you about my buddy who likes to see me shaved because it makes
me look like a little boy," he said. "My small cock doesn't seem to bother
him one bit, since it makes me look more boyish. He finds it exciting. He
also likes that I shoot a lot."

     "When's the last time you came?" asked Dan. "Jack and I haven't shot
in a week, saving it up for this morning."

     "I've been so busy at work that I haven't had time for sex. It's been
about a week for me too."

     "Good," I said. "That'll make for a hotter orgasm for you. It always
does for us." We finished our coffee and headed for the room with the hot
tub. We'd turned the pump on an hour before, and now the water was hot and
bubbling.

     "I just love the way your cocks swing from side to side when you
walk," Ted told us. "Those big heavy ends are really attractive, hard or
soft."

     "Yours swings too," I said. "Dan and I think it's pretty nice." We let
ourselves down into the bubbling water.

     "I'm sure you've noticed that hot water relaxes the skin of your cock
and balls," Dan said. "It's a nice feeling. It makes for different
sensations when we start playing with them." He reached down and ran his
fingertip lightly around the orifice of Ted's foreskin, which had already
begun to widen as the hot water relaxed it. Our puckers began to widen as
well, and now I ran my fingertip delicately around the front of Dan's
hood. Taking his cue from us, Ted began to finger my widening pucker.

     "It's a subtle sensation," Ted remarked. "So delicate." We continued
like this for several minutes, heightening our excitement while our
scrotums contracted despite the effect of the hot water.

     "Your balls are tight now," Dan told us. "I didn't have to touch them
at all." Now our foreskins were very loose, orifices gaping widely, and Dan
directed his fingertip inside Ted's, probing for his meatus. Ted quivered
when Dan's finger touched his slit, and he pushed his finger inside my
foreskin, making my prick twitch at the contact as his fingertip caressed
my pouting orifice and moved down to my gee-string. In turn, I pushed my
finger into Dan's loose hood and tickled his slit, making him gasp.

     "We're going so slowly, but it's making me hot, really hot" Ted
whispered.  "How are you guys doing?"

     "We're just as hot as you are," I responded. "Do you want to come
now?"

     "Yeah," he gasped. "I'm gettin' that ache in my tip. I really need to
unload." Ted always responded well to our stimulation.

     "Okay, Ted, Dan and I will make you come. Just stop touching us and
position yourself over that water jet in the floor." He slid over so that
the stream of bubbles came up between his thighs, tickling his balls and
running up alongside his prick. I pushed his foreskin back. It slid easily,
being so loose, and locked behind his flaring ridge. Now the bubbles
enveloped his turgid helmet, adding to his sensations. I dipped my
fingertips into the jar of Albolene on the rim of the hot tub and bean
lightly stroking his glans. With a sharp intake of breath, Ted whispered:

     "Ohhhhhh, that's so hot." I ran my fingertips all over his hot hard
helmet, working around the prominent corona, then down to the vee-groove
under the head to strum his banjo string. Then I traced small circles
around his pouting slit and worked up to the broad upper surface of his
glans. Meanwhile, Dan was caressing Ted's nipples.

     This intense stimulation was having its effect. Ted's breathing
quickly became shallow and rapid, and we saw the muscles in his abdomen
tense. Despite the hot water, his scrotum had drawn up against his body.

     "AHA!  AHA! AHA! AHA!" he gasped as his excitement mounted. "I need to
unload!"

     "His tip doesn't feel spongy any more," I murmured to Dan.

     "Yeah, and it's darker too," he added. "He's right on the edge." Ted's
legs began trembling as I flicked my thumb rapidly over his flaring ridge,
while pressing my index finger into the vee-groove under his helmet to
compress his nerve-rich frenulum. Ted's eyes closed, and I knew that the
focus of his attention was on the intense sensations in his prick. I felt
his glans throb hard between my fingers as he cried out:

     "HAH!  HAH! HAH! HAH!" as the first thin high-pressure jet erupted
from his orifice. His face contorted as he yelped again, sending another
string of white cream into the bubbling water. His cries echoed off the
tiled floor and walls as I continued to flick his corona, drawing forth
another hot and throbbing ejaculation.

     Ted was in his own world now, completely withdrawn from the reality
outside his body, as he tumbled through the free-fall of orgasm. I felt his
prick throb again as his hips bucked, thrusting his helmet deeper between
my fingers and releasing another torrent of high-pressure sperm that
floated upward through the hot bubbling water.

     Dan's eyes met mine, and I knew we were thinking the same thing: we
knew exactly what Ted was feeling because we'd had the same experience of
ejaculating while immersed in the hot bubbling water. Last Saturday our
pricks had throbbed in orgasm as we'd released our loads, and soon we'd
again be feeling the same overpowering sensations, the sweet agony of our
ejaculatory spasms.

     Ted yelped again as his prick gushed another rope of cream, the white
sperm contrasting sharply with the dark purple glans from which it
flowed. He shuddered in the water, helplessly caught in the throes of his
climax. Then he sighed deeply and his body began to relax. I knew his prick
had become super-sensitive and I released it, watching as it softened and
shrank.

     Dan was now pushing Ted's sperm pools toward the edge of the hot tub
and into the gully surrounding it. The filters would take out the sperm
before recirculating the water. Dan milked Ted's prick from root to glans,
forcing out the last drops, and then pulled his foreskin down to envelop
the shrunken head. I hugged Ted tightly as he recovered from the aftershock
of his orgasm. Dan gave him a tender kiss on the lips, and this made him
open his eyes.

     "Oh, that was hot," he affirmed. "You don't know what that did to me."

     "I think we know, Ted," I said. "Now you're going to see what it does
to Dan." I let him go and got next to Dan, nudging him toward the stream of
bubbles rising from the water jet in the floor. He sat squarely over it,
and I saw the bubbles rising along his scrotum and penis. I eased his
loosened foreskin back with my left hand until it locked behind his turgid,
flaring corona, and ran the lubricated thumb of my right hand over the
broad upper surface of his helmet.

     "What a lovely shade of purple," Ted exclaimed as he stared fixedly at
Dan's prick. "Yours too," he added as he pushed my foreskin back to bare
the glans. A thrill ran through my body at his touch. Ted wrapped his other
hand around the base of Dan's shaft, pulling the skin back to put tension
on the frenulum and making the helmet dip. Dan sighed deeply at this new
sensation.

     "With both of you working on me, I won't be able to hold off for
long," he said.  My excitement was rising too, because I felt several drops
of natural lubricant crawling up my urethra.

     "Can I do Dan?" Ted asked me. "Both of you worked to make me come, and
I'd like to return the favor and make both of you come." I removed my
fingers from Dan's helmet as Ted dipped his fingertips into the jar of
Albolene.  Holding Dan's shaft skin back hard with his left hand, he began
lightly stroking his glans, working around the flaring corona and down to
the taut and nerve-studded gee-string. Dan sighed loudly as I hugged him
from behind, and I felt him quiver in my arms. I kissed his earlobes, and
then his neck.

     "Stay relaxed, Dan," I whispered. He nodded as Ted began to speak:

     "I'm going to go slowly, so that he doesn't come too fast." He relaxed
his grip on the base of Dan's shaft, and we saw the helmet spring up to its
normal position as the tension on his gee-string stopped. My hot hard prick
was pressed between my abdomen and his back, foreskin still locked behind
my ridge, with drops of lube seeping out between the pouting lips of my
orifice.

     "His cock's so beautiful," Ted said as he continued lightly running
his fingertips over the helmet's contours. The stream of bubbles continued
to rise along Dan's scrotum, shaft, and glans, adding their tickle to his
sensations.  Ted ran the tip of his index finger across Dan's long slit,
parting the lips first one way, and then the other. His touches were
tantalizingly light, teasing the nerve endings but avoiding the deep and
satisfying friction that would launch the orgasm.

     "That's a nice feeling in the head of your prick," I whispered in
Dan's ear, and he nodded. "I know exactly what you're feeling."

     "I know you're enjoying the ride," Ted told him. "I want you to last
longer than I did. Your tip's still feels spongy, so I know you're not
getting that ache like I did." I continued to kiss Dan's neck, first on one
side and then the other, and heard him moan softly in response. Now Ted ran
his fingertip over Dan's foreskin, bunched up behind his flaring purple
corona, working down one side and then the other. He tickled Dan's taut
gee-string, and then ran his fingertip up the ridge and down the other
side.

     "I love feeling the contours of your helmet," Ted told him as he ran
his fingertip across the broad upper surface and then down the front dome
along his long slit. I gently caressed Dan's nipples as I held him tightly
to me, adding another subtle sensation without pushing him over the
brink. I murmured in his ear:

     "I want to feel you when you come, Dan. "You'll be shuddering hard and
I'll be holding you tightly." Dan's breathing was now more rapid and had
become shallower, telling us that his excitement was increasing
incrementally.

     "Your tip's firming up, Dan," Ted commented as he grasped Dan's helmet
at the sides between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. I knew that
the repeated squeezes made Dan's prick throb, adding to his sensations. As
I continued to hug him I felt the tension building in his body. Looking
over his shoulder down at his prick, I said:

     "Your tip's become darker purple now. You're getting closer." Ted's
fingertips continued their random stroking of Dan's hot hard tip, and Dan's
breathing became even faster.

     "That feels so good," Dan whispered. "I'm trying to stay relaxed but
you're gonna make me come soon."

     "I know you'll come soon," Ted assured him. "I just saw your eyes
close." I knew that Dan had begun the process of withdrawing from the world
outside his body as the sensations in his prick captured all of his
consciousness.

     "Yeah, I've got that ache in my tip," Dan whispered. I saw Ted slow
his strokes, to keep Dan on the plateau as long as possible before the dam
burst. Looking own, I saw Dan's abdominal muscles tighten and his legs
begin to tremble, indicating that he was approaching the peak. Ted lightly
stroked Dan's corona and Dan whispered:

     "Tickle in my rim....." He was gasping now, his body tensing for the
explosion. I hugged him close to me and murmured in his ear:

     "Go ahead, Dan, when you're ready. Your tip's gonna tingle any second,
and we'll be here for you." As I spoke, I heard Dan begin loud intakes of
breath:

     Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh," and then his body shuddered hard as he
tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm and a thick rope of white juice shot
up from his long slit. Ted's thumb flicked rapidly over Dan's ridge,
pouring hot sensations into the nerve-rich tissue to heighten his
thrills. Dan's yelps filled the room, echoing off the tiles as his prick
gushed another load:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the orgasm overpowered him and he
shuddered hard in my arms. Ted's nimble fingers wrapped around the
throbbing helmet, applying a twisting stroke that made Dan's hips buck as
another torrent spewed from his prick and was carried upward by the cloud
of bubbles.

     "Go for it," I murmured in his ear, unsure of whether he was hearing
me. As his body shuddered in my arms, I felt pressure and friction against
my gee-string as my penis was squeezed against his back. As I watched,
another load of hot sperm slammed through the lips of his long slit and
between Ted's encircling fingers.

     Now Ted shifted his grip, sliding his thumb up to Dan's dark purple
ridge and pressing his index finger into the triangular groove under his
glans, rubbing and compressing the many nerve endings to bring forth
another howl and a hot jet from his helmet. Frankly, I was becoming
concerned that the excitement, contagious as it was, would make me unload
before I wanted to, but Dan's orgasm came to its end after another loud,
helpless cry and accompanying discharge. Ted stopped stimulating him, and
we watched a few drops seep out between the lips of his long slit.

     Dan relaxed in my arms as the daze that follows orgasm overtook him,
and Ted gently milked his urethra along its entire length, ending by
drawing Dan's foreskin over his soft, shrunken helmet.

     "I feel like I've got to go pee, because of all that coffee we drank,"
Ted said. By this time Dan had opened his eyes and said:

     "I've gotta go too. My bladder's gonna burst." I was feeling the same
way and I released Dan and stood in the tub, saying:

     "I'll join you, guys. I was so close to coming just now that I'll get
in the shower with you and cool off." I helped Dan to his feet and we went
into the main bedroom's shower, where Dan and Ted skinned back and released
their streams. My foreskin was still locked behind my corona, and I joined
them as the hot water sluiced over my glans.

     "Your hard-on seems to be a little softer now," Ted told me.

     "Yeah, I think it is," I replied.

     "That's good," Dan said. "When we get back in the tub you won't have
that hair-trigger reflex and you be able to enjoy the ride."

     "When Dan and Billy and I first started jacking, we felt like we had
to pee just before we came," I told Ted.

     "I had the same experience when I was young," Ted replied. "Now I get
that delicious tickle in my rim, and a second later it turns into a hot
tingle."

     "Yeah," Dan agreed. "That feels so good. When you were doing me just
now, I felt that tickle for a couple of seconds just before my helmet
started tingling and then throbbing."

     "I'm not sure, but I think the tingle continues while I'm coming too,"
Ted said. "Now that it's your turn to come, let me try something with you
that I've done with my cock." He went into the bedroom and pulled a rubber
band from his jacket pocket.

     "I'll put this around the base of your cock," he said as he stretched
it over my shaft and doubled it, easing it down to the base. "This is going
to make your erection firmer right from the start, and make your
ejaculations really hot. Sorry I didn't think of it before when I was doing
Dan."

     "I think so too," I added. "It's like a cock ring but safer because
it's not rigid." We got back into the tub, enjoying the streams of bubbles
running up along our bodies, and I sat right over the big jet in the floor,
which sent bubbles up to tickle my balls and prick. I was still half-hard
from the excitement, and Ted dipped his fingertips in the Albolene and
began running them over my helmet. My foreskin was still bunched up behind
my ridge, and he had free access to all of its contours.

     "I just love the way your big purple rim flares out just like Dan's,"
he said as he ran his fingertips along my corona, going down one side,
pausing to tickle my gee-string, and then up the other side. I sighed with
delight. Dan slipped behind me and wrapped his arms around me in a tight
hug."

     "I want to feel you shudder when you come," he said. We were attracted
by the same things, which was not surprising given our consanguineous
relationship. My legs were parted to allow the bubbles to stream freely
between my thighs, and his legs were outside of mine, touching them. Ted
placed himself between my legs, where he was able to tickle my scrotum with
his left hand while caressing my prick with his right.

     "It didn't take much to get you fully hard again," he said as his
fingers danced around my sensitive helmet. "You've been hard longer than
Dan and me, and I bet you're ready to pop now."

     "I'm gonna try to stay relaxed," I answered him. "I want to enjoy the
ride." Dan was kissing my earlobe and neck, adding to my sensations.

     As I looked down to watch Ted stimulating my helmet I noticed that his
limp prick was dangling down in front of his balls. I knew he'd drained
himself only minutes before, and I wondered if he'd regain his erection as
he worked to bring me to orgasm.  My prick was fully swollen and the
tourniquet effect of the rubber band made the veins on my shaft bulge
prominently. My helmet was dark and turgid, the corona fully flared out
because of the pressure on my veins. Dan, peering over my shoulder as he
kissed my neck, commented on this:

     "Gee, Bro, your tip's really swollen now. It looks hard as a rock, and
dark like you're ready to come."

     "It feels that way," I replied as Ted's fingers continued working
around my glans. "I'm starting to feel that ache."

     "Just try to stay relaxed," Ted urged as his fingertips continued
their tantalizing excursions around my helmet. "Your helmet's really hard
now.  Relax and let it happen."

     "I can feel the tension building in your body," Dan said as he kept
kissing my neck. "You're gonna have a hot one." He was right. My breathing
was becoming rapid and shallow, and my perception of the outside world
began to fade as my mind focused on the delicious sensations in my prick.

     "I'm not going to hold off for long," I muttered as I felt my
abdominal muscles tighten. "My tip's all swollen and I really feel that
ache now."

     "You're doing fine," Ted told me. Drops of lubricant were crawling up
my urethra, seeping out of my teardrop shaped orifice, as my excitement
mounted inexorably.  As Ted ran his fingertips around my flaring ridge, I
whispered:

     "I'm getting that tickle....." My eyes closed, and my mind was now
totally dominated by the tickle that was changing into a hot tingle as my
legs began to tremble. Ted's thumb flicked rapidly over my corona as his
index finger pressed into my frenulum. Now hot sparks stabbed into my hard
glans from Ted's fingers and it exploded in sensation as a powerful spasm
rocked me. A stream of hot lava poured into my urethra, searing it as it
hurtled toward my helmet, and I grunted loudly:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I felt it slam through my gaping orifice as my
entire body shuddered in response. I felt Dan's arms tighten around me as
the second spasm shook me and another torrent of hot cream exploded from my
throbbing tip. I cried out helplessly as my body convulsed again, and a
third jet of sperm exploded from my distended meatus. I was tumbling in the
free-fall of orgasm, aware of little outside my own body, as I herd Ted's
voice in the distance. I didn't understand what he was saying, as My
conscious mind was on HOLD.

     The root of my prick tightened again, sending another shock wave up my
throbbing shaft and glans as my fourth gush poured up my tube and out of
the front dome of my helmet. I was grunting, moaning, and sobbing with the
intensity of the sensations rocking my body. Dan was holding me tightly,
ensuring that I stayed upright, as the bubble stream swirled around my
prick and scrotum. I felt Ted's thumb flick across my flaring ridge as his
index finger pushed into the vee-groove under my helmet, compressing my
frenulum and sending another shock wave of sensation into my prick.

     "AAAHHHHHH!"  I cried out again as my fifth discharge boiled up my
urethra and erupted into the bubbling water. I felt him squeeze my hard,
throbbing glans again, and my anguished yelp echoed around the room as my
sixth load blew out of my helmet.  Now it was over, and I began to relax as
a few drops of sperm seeped from my prick. My breathing slowed and I sat
there enfolded by Dan's arms, enjoying the afterglow. Ted had stopped
stimulating my helmet, and I sank into the daze that follows climax.

     I felt Ted's fingers fumbling around the base of my shaft as I finally
opened my eyes, and saw that he was trying to disentangle the rubber band
from my pubic hair, slowly working it up my prick. He spoke:

     "That rubber band worked really well for you, but now I've got to get
it off so your cock can go down. It's like a tourniquet and your penis
won't shrink completely if it stays on." When he'd finished, Dan moved
around me and started milking my urethra, forcing out the last drops. Ted
grasped my hands and helped me stand up, as he'd correctly sensed that I
was weak from my biological storm.  He helped me into the shower and turned
on the water. My foreskin was still bunched up behind my helmet, and the
hot water made my sphincter relax, releasing my yellow stream. Apparently
Ted also had to pee, because he skinned back and joined me, our streams
commingling as they ran down the drain. Dan slipped nto the shower with us
to rinse off the chlorinated water, and also skinned back to pee. When we'd
finished, we dried each other and went in to lie on the bed.

     "Bro, you really came hard," Dan said. "That rubber band trick worked
really well on you. I'm surprised we never tried it."

     "It's a simple technique, but lots of guys never think of it," Ted
told us.  "Some guys buy metal cock rings, and they do the same thing, but
they're dangerous. I knew a guy who bought a cock ring, but when he used it
he couldn't get it off because his cock wouldn't go down. He had to go to
the emergency room to get it cut off." Ted yawned.

     "Yeah, I see what you mean," I said sleepily. "A rubber band's easier
to get off, and it's safer to use."

     "Sure," Dan added. "If push comes to shove, you can cut it off with
scissors." With that, we fell asleep cuddled together, exhausted by that
morning's activities.

The end.