Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2012 13:23:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing up Intact, Part 7, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 7

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     "You did. Your dick was jerking hard in my hand," Billy assured me. I
looked down to see that Dan's prick was still fully hard, even though my
hand had fallen away from it at some point. His foreskin was half back and
slippery lubricant oozed from his long slit, keeping the precious glans wet
and glossy.  I grasped his shaft in my left hand and swept the palm of my
right hand across the round dome of his helmet in small circles, making him
moan with delight.

     "Get some paper towels for him," I told Billy. "I don't think he'll
last long now." Dan's legs were spread in front of him, and had begun
trembling at my touch. I kept up the circular motion with my palm, "apple
polishing," that I was sure would stimulate him to orgasm quickly. He'd
been erect long enough and there was nothing to gain by prolonging it.
Dan's breathing was now shallow and rapid, evidence of his growing
excitement.

     "Oh, oh, oh," Dan moaned as I kept polishing his apple. Now I added to
the stimulation by pulling down hard on his shaft skin, dragging the
foreskin and attached gee-string with it. The nerve-rich band of skin
pulled at the underside of his glans, and I saw his big purple helmet dip
as mine had. Dan's fists clenched as his eyes closed, and I knew he was
primed for orgasm right then.  His legs kept trembling but now his toes
curled, and I heard him whisper:

     "Tingling..."  I wrapped my fingers around his hot hard helmet and
twisted hard, bringing forth a loud cry of anguished ecstasy as his first
jet shot from his slit onto the waiting paper towel. Dan's body shuddered
hard and his hips bucked, thrusting his big purple helmet up deeper into my
fist, chasing the delicious sensations that captivated his consciousness.
The lips of his long slit parted from the pressure of my encircling fingers
just as another thick rope of cream gushed through them and down over my
hand. Dan's cream felt very hot on my skin.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Dan cried out loudly, exactly as I do, as the
shock waves of orgasm flooded his body, radiating outward from his
throbbing prick as he shot another hot jet. His purple helmet throbbed
again as another stream of sperm erupted from his long slit. I twisted my
fingers around his slippery flesh again as I gave his frenulum another tug,
launching another jet from his prick.  I leaned down to wrap my lips around
his hard, throbbing helmet as he shot his latest eruption into my mouth.
The salty taste and chlorine odor filled my mouth, and as I swallowed I
felt his glans throb again, releasing another hot gush. I still kept his
foreskin tightly back to maintain tension on his nerve-rich frenulum, but
now I twisted my head so that my lips gave him a sideways friction on his
corona. This stimulated another throbbing release, and I swallowed again.

     His throbs were now weaker and less cream came out. Dan was coming
down off his high, and would soon be limp and relaxed. I worked my tongue
around his helmet and probed his long slit to reach every last drop of
sperm as I milked his urethra. Once I felt I'd extracted every drop, I
pulled his hood up to protect the precious head and let his penis flop down
over his slackening scrotum.

     We rested together for an hour to recover from our exertions. Finally,
we felt totally drained and had no further interest in sex. We got up and
showered, and Dan and I headed for home. We had a few mutual masturbation
and Princeton episodes with Billy during the next several months but most
of the time Dan and I played with each other.

     I had just passed my 16th birthday, and Dan his 14th, when we got a
call from Billy to say that his cousin Ken was coming to town from
Arkansas. It seemed that Billy had an extended family in Arkansas, and that
Ken was the offspring of another of his mother's siblings: he was also
Joey's cousin, and not his brother. Ken would be staying with Billy for a
week, and we were eager to meet him, calculating that it would be a very
interesting encounter.

     We got together at Billy's house that Friday after school. Our parents
had given us permission to stay the weekend, and Billy's folks were again
out of town.  When we arrived Billy introduced us to Ken, who was 18 and a
solid six feet, with blond hair.

     "Your name's just Ken, right? No hyphenated name?" I asked.

     "Oh, no," Ken replied. "It's just on TV that every guy is named
Billy-Bob, Jimmy-John, or Bubba. Most of us in Arkansas have regular names
like people in other parts of the country." We were all fully dressed but
Billy, with his forthright manner, said:

     "Let's strip down and get to know each other better." We quickly
disrobed and scrutinized each other's equipment.

     "Wow," Dan said in a tone of wonderment," You've got quite an overhang
on your cock," when he saw Ken's long droopy hood, with an nipple extending
over an inch beyond the glans.

     "They grow long skins in Arkansas," Billy said. "Maybe it's something
in the air."

     "I bet you can dock another guy," Dan said.

     "Sure, I can," Ken replied. "Even a guy with a big tip like
Billy's. He tells me you two have big tips too, and I can believe it now
that I see the big bulges they make in your skins. You're not even hard
yet."

     "They've got beautiful helmets," Billy told Ken. "You know mine's
mushroom shaped, but their have these sexy flaring rims like a German
helmet, like yours, in fact."

     "They sure do," Ken affirmed. "I can see them through the skin."

     "I guess foreskins run in the family, don't they?" I asked Ken.

     "We're all born with them," Ken said. "My older brother, Joe, lost his
when he was born. He was born in Chicago when Mom and Dad were visiting
there, and the doctor didn't even ask their permission. He just cut it off
the next morning. Dad told him he wanted his son whole, but the doctor said
he had to cut it off because his skin was so long and tight he'd never be
able to skin it back. Dad was mad enough to bite nails, and a couple of
nights later he ambushed the doctor in the parking lot and rabbit-punched
him to knock him out.  Then he broke both his hands. He took his watch and
wallet to make it look like a robbery. It didn't get my brother's skin
back, but it made Dad feel better.  It made Joe feel better too, when he
was old enough to understand what he'd lost."

     "Broke his hands, huh?" I mused. "I bet that doctor had trouble
cutting little boys' pricks from the on."

     "That was the idea," Ken replied. Now Billy reached down and grasped
Ken's prick near the end, sliding the long foreskin back slowly to reveal a
perfect purple helmet-shaped glans, with flaring corona. He beckoned to
Dan, who stepped closer. Billy grasped Dan's prick and peeled his foreskin
back.

     "See?  You've both got beautiful tips, right down to the long slit in
front. Your ridges are flared enough so your skins lock back behind them,
soft or hard." I grasped Billy's prick and retracted his hood until it
locked behind his corona, and then peeled mine back to display my glans.
The musky aromas from our foreskins filled the air, and Ken and Dan inhaled
deeply. Ken leaned over to smell my prick better and I felt his hot breath
on my helmet.

     "That's another thing I like about intact cocks, the smell," Ken
said. "Yours smell a little different from Billy's or mine, but it's still
delicious."  By now, we were half-hard, on our way to full erections,
glossy tips glinting in the soft living room light.

     "Jack's tip is like his younger brother's, except that his slit makes
that pouting teardrop shape when he gets hard." Billy told Ken as he worked
Ken's prick to full erection. I saw that Ken's hard prick was about six
inches long, like the rest of us, and that the shaft was straight, with a
vein running back along the top.

     "That's really sexy," Ken remarked as he reached for my prick. "I'd
like to dock that helmet." He slid my hood back and forth a few times and I
felt the first drops of lubricant crawling up my tube as I attained full
erection. I clasped his prick, working his foreskin back and forth in long
strokes. Ken's penis felt warm in my hand.

     "Let's go into the bedroom," Billy urged. "You can dock Jack, and Dan
and I can use the buddy sleeve. We can all fit on my queen-size." Billy put
an arm around Dan's waist, leading him into the bedroom. Ken and I
followed, helping Billy lay out a couple of towels on the bed. Dan and I
lay back to back on our sides and Ken lay facing me, his prick with its
long hood pointing straight toward mine. Billy lubricated the buddy sleeve
and lay down facing Dan. I slid my hood back again to lock behind my
corona. Using both hands, Ken stretched out his foreskin, the orifice
opening to the width of his glans, which was the same width as mine, and
slid his hood over my hot hard helmet.  Ken's long foreskin covered my
prick right back to where my hood was bunched behind the rim. I heard Billy
say:

     "Okay, just hold your cock straight and slide in." Ken's fingers began
stroking his hood over mine.

     "I love to feel a guy's hard head pushing against mine inside my
skin," Ken murmured.

     "I do too," I said. "It's so hot and sexy, especially when we come
together and our cream spreads around my helmet." Ken intertwined his legs
with mine.

     "I like to feel my partner's body too, and feel it tighten up and jerk
when he comes," Ken said.

     "Me too," I agreed. "It makes it hotter for me when I feel my
partner's tension build up, and then how he shudders when the orgasm hits."

     "Jack, if you get lucky maybe Ken's cream will shoot into your tip,"
Billy interjected.

     "Oh, that would be nice," Ken replied. "Billy told me about how your
hole makes a funnel for his cream to shoot into and how it sets you off
when that happens."

     "It doesn't happen often," I told him. "Our holes have to be lined up.
Also, the other guy has to shoot hard, not dribble. Dan and Billy shoot
hard jets when they come."

     "I shoot hard, so I think I've got a better than even chance of
shooting my spunk into your hole," Ken said. "The heads of our cocks are
the same size and shape, and I'll try to come a second or two before you."
Ken's fingers were sliding his foreskin back and forth, partly uncovering
my helmet on the backstroke and then engulfing it fully on the forward
stroke.

     "I hope it works out," I told him. "It's really a wonderful feeling
when a guy shoots his hot come down my hole. It always makes me come a
second later." We were very excited by both the physical contact and the
sex talk, and I felt more drops of lubricant crawling up my prick.

     "We both juice a lot," Ken remarked. "It's pretty wet in there and
it's running out over my fingers." A strong aroma of man-smell wafted up
from our joined pricks, heightening my arousal and Ken's too, because he
continued: "I love the way our cocks smell. That's so sexy."

     "I'd like to find out how yours tastes," I said. "I'd guess your lube
tastes salty."

     "Yes it does," he replied. "How about yours?"

     "Mine's salty too," I told him. "We've both tasted our own lube many
times." As I spoke I reached down to collect some of the overflow on my
fingers and then held it up to my mouth. "Our juices mixed together taste
salty," I said as I held my fingers up to his mouth and saw his tongue
flick out to lap some of our blended lubricants from them. Meanwhile, his
strong but gentle fingers continued to slide his ample foreskin back and
forth over our helmets.

     "I like the taste, Jack. Docking you is sexy, but next time I'd like
to feel your big smooth helmet in my mouth." As he spoke I heard that Dan's
and Billy's breathing had become more rapid behind me.

     "I think they're going to come before we do," I said.

     "I think so too," Ken agreed. "They're using the sleeve and the ridges
bumping over their heads are more stimulating than my smooth skin. Anyway,
we'll take our time and enjoy it more. Our balls have been drawn up tight
for a couple of minutes." As he spoke I felt Dan's body against my back and
sensed the increasing tension in his muscles.

     "HUNH!  AH! HUNH! AH! HUNH! AH!" Dan and Billy cried out as they
tumbled into the free-fall of their orgasms. I felt Dan's straining body
shuddering against my back as he unloaded into the buddy sleeve, and the
thought of their hot tips throbbing hard against each other fueled my
fire. Ken's eyes lit up and I knew he was as affected as I was by their
loud orgasms. The bed shook with their convulsions as they filled the
sleeve with their hot discharges, and I imagined the thrilling sensation
pouring through their bodies.

     Their grunts faded into silence, and then they were very still,
stunned by the after-shock. Ken continued working his foreskin over both
our tips and I reached down to cup his sac with my fingers. After several
minutes Billy and Dan stirred, and I knew they were removing the sleeve
from their now soft pricks.

     "Looks like they haven't come yet," Billy said.

     "Let's watch them," Dan replied. "I want to see if Ken shoots his
cream down Jack's cock. I felt Dan's fingers reaching between my legs to
cup my tightly drawn scrotum. Ken lightly grasped my shaft with his other
hand.

     "I just want to make sure our tips are lined up. I'm going to come
soon, and I'd like to shoot my jet right down your tube." The combined
stimulation was having its effect and I began to feel the sweet ache as my
helmet expanded to its final swelling. Our breathing was now rapid and
shallow, and I knew Dan and Billy wouldn't have long to wait for the
spectacle.

     "I feel really hot," I whispered to Ken. "I don't know how long I can
hold out." His reply was to start stroking faster, but applying more
pressure on his glans. I felt his helmet pressing harder against my front
dome and a tickle started in my corona.

     "I've got a tingle," Ken said suddenly in a loud voice. I saw his eyes
close and then I felt the hard throb of his glans against mine, followed
instantly by a lance of liquid fire that shot into my pouting orifice,
triggering my climax.  My eyes snapped shut and the root of my prick
throbbed hard as it launched my first gush into my urethra.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" we grunted in unison as the flames of
orgasm consumed us. Ken's hot hard glans throbbed again, sending another
hot jet into me, launching another discharge. As our legs were still
intertwined, I felt him shuddering as his prick poured its torrents of
cream into his foreskin, mixing with mine, and I felt it swirling around my
helmet. The front dome of his glans hammered against mine with each
shot. We were still crying out helplessly as we discharged more cream into
the foreskin tube that enveloped our helmets, making it bulge as it
distended from the volume. Our throbs continued for a couple more
discharges, until they faded to oozing.

     Now we were very still, dazed by our efforts, and our bodies
relaxed. His foreskin was still engulfing my tip and I felt his helmet
soften as mine did. We lay like this for a couple of minutes and then
opened our eyes. Our pricks were still joined, but a pool of sperm had
poured out of his foreskin onto the towel, and the smell of chlorine filled
the air.

     "Mine smells like chlorine," Ken said. "Does yours?" I nodded and he
went on: "No wonder the smell is so strong now." He dipped a finger into
the pool of sperm and licked at it before holding it to my mouth. It tasted
very salty and smelled of chlorine.

     "I like it," I said after licking his fingers. "I'd really like to
feel your helmet in my mouth and taste your cream when it shoots out onto
my tongue." We were agreed that our next encounter would be oral sex.

     "Did you shoot into his hole?" Billy asked his cousin.

     "I think I did, Billy," Ken replied. "He started coming half a second
after I shot my first load."

     "He sure did," I affirmed. "I felt his tip throb and then his hot jet
was shooting straight into me, and that triggered my orgasm. It was so hot
it blew my mind."

     "How about your older brother Joe, the one who was circumcised," asked
Dan.  "Do you dock him?"

     "Oh, Joe loves being docked," Ken replied. "It really turns him on to
have his tip inside my skin. I can cover his cock right down to the
circumcision scar. He fantasizes that my skin is his own. It takes him a
long time to come, though, because his tip is dry and not very sensitive. I
have to stroke him using my lube until his balls get tight against his body
before I put my skin over his tip. Then we can come together. He loves
feeling my tip throb against his when I start coming, like we do."

     "Did you ever shoot down his hole?" Dan asked.

     "No, never did," Ken replied. "He's got a big helmet like mine, but
his slit's like mine, long and straight. It doesn't pout like Jack's." Now
my prick had fallen out of Ken's foreskin, and I milked my urethra to force
out the last drops. Then I pulled my foreskin up over the precious head.
Ken's glans was well covered, with the long hood extending over an inch
beyond the head.