Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 04:17:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Intact, Part 9, Incest

Growing Up Intact, Part 9

By Jack Santoro

Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Ken left to return home to Arkansas after another week, during which
Dan and I enjoyed a few more sessions with him and Billy. A few weeks after
that, during which Dan and I practiced Princeton, used the buddy sleeve,
and stroked each other, Billy contacted us again. He said he'd met a boy
from another school who was fascinated by foreskins, although he didn't
have one himself. We arranged to meet at Billy's house that Friday
afternoon, as his parents were again conveniently out of town visiting
relatives.

     When Billy opened the door for us we saw that he stood carefully
behind it so as not to be seen from the street. We weren't surprised when
we entered to see him with an erection. He led us to his bedroom, where
another boy sat on the bed, also aroused. He seemed to be about 17 years
old, and was blond like Billy.

     "We didn't wait for you to get started," Billy said by way of
introduction.  "This is Mike, the guy I'd told you about." Mike stood and
we shock hands all around as Dan and I introduced ourselves, and then Dan
and I quickly undressed while Billy and Mike stroked each other's pricks
languidly. Mike had a handsome penis, about six inches overall, with a
straight shaft, vein running down the right side, and a large glans.

     The glans was the distinguishing feature of his prick because it was a
"bell-shaped" head. With a round front dome like ours, his tip expanded to
a high flaring corona that flared all the way down. His flange didn't sweep
forward like our helmets, but dropped almost straight down so that the
effect was like a bell, hence the name. As I sat down next to him, I saw
that he had a small frenular delta, unlike my large one. Anchored inside it
was his gee-string, which he'd been lucky enough to retain despite his
circumcision. A thin, barely visible scar ran around his shaft about 1 1/2"
behind his corona, which I later learned was typical of a Plastibell
circumcision.

     "Hey!  You still have your gee-string," Dan commented.

     "Yeah, that's because I wasn't cut tight," Mike explained. "A lot of
guys don't have theirs anymore."

     "Mike's got a lot of skin left," Billy added. "When he's soft it
bunches up behind the head. Even hard he's got enough to stroke over half
the head."  Billy demonstrated by pulling Mike's shaft skin up to engulf
half of his large bell, which was dry and leathery from having been exposed
since a couple of days after his birth.

     "My family doctor's the one who cut me," Mike said. "He told me that
he did it because my mother insisted, but he cut off as little as he could
get away with." I nodded in understanding, as I knew that often it was the
mother's idea that the son be cut. I also detected a tone of resentment in
Mike's voice as he spoke, and asked:

     "You blame her for it, I guess?" Mike nodded and added:

     'I'll never forgive her for it. She knew that. When she killed herself
driving drunk one night, I didn't even care, the bitch. I was even glad,
because she'd been miserable to both me and my father." I shook my head
sadly.

     "Well, now you've got three skins to play with," Billy reassured
him. "You seem to be enjoying mine, and now you can play with Jack's and
Dan's."

     "They've got lots of skin, like you do," Mike observed. Even without
physical contact, our pricks had begun to swell into their fleshy
coverings, stretching our foreskins. I edged up to Mike and said:

     "Go ahead and touch. Feel how it slides back and forth." He responded
by grasping my prick around the head and pushing the foreskin back
tentatively.  Billy grasped Dan's prick with his other hand and squeezed
his glans through the fleshy covering until it was fully hard.

     "See how he's got enough to cover the head, even when he's hard?"
Billy asked Mike.

     "Yeah, just like yours," Mike answered. "You guys are so lucky."

     "We are. We admit it," Dan responded. Mike was gently stroking my
hood, half uncovering my helmet and then pulling it forward again to the
end, when it formed a pucker. Then he leaned forward, smelling my foreskin,
and then blew on my glans, the sensation exciting me further.

     "I love the way you smell, like a real man," he murmured. "I wish my
dick smelled that way." Now he licked my pucker and slipped his tongue
inside it, making me sigh. "I love the taste of uncut dick," he
added. "Yours tastes a little different from Billy's."

     "I think you'll find that my brother's prick tastes just like mine
does," I told him as I felt his tongue-tip probe my pouting orifice.

     "You lube tastes salty," he said, momentarily removing his mouth. Then
he probed the depths of my foreskin all the way back to my corona, running
his tongue down one side and then the other. His grip on my shaft tightened
slightly and I felt him pulling my foreskin back off the glans slowly,
stretching the orifice and its many nerve endings. His tongue-tip traced
small circles around my pouting orifice. My scrotum began creeping up
against my body. Once he had me skinned back my foreskin dropped into the
groove behind my corona, locking in place.

     "Your slit looks like an upside-down teardrop," he commented. "You
don't see that very often. It's beautiful"

     "Your prick head's unusual too," I told him. "I mean really
beautiful. You've got a bell shape, with the flange going down almost to
the bottom." I'd seen a variety of glans shapes, helmets like mine,
strawberry or arrowhead type, cherry shaped, plum shaped, mushrooms,
torpedoes, and of them all I'd found the bell-shaped glans most
attractive. "I really like the bell shape." Now I reached down to grasp his
shaft and pulled the skin up to compress his corona and ride up the head
about half-way.

     Meanwhile, Billy and Dan were working on each other's hard pricks,
stroking the foreskins slowly in long, full strokes that completely bared
the glans on the down-stroke, putting tension on their nerve-rich
frenulums. I sat down beside Mike and stroked his shaft skin all the way
down, enough to stretch hs frenulum, bringing forth a sigh from him. A drop
of lubricant parted the lips of his slit and I leaned down to lick it off.

     We arranged ourselves on the bed, Dan and I back to back and facing
out, while Mike got into a "69" position with me and Billy with Dan. We
fell silent as we began giving each other oral sex.

     "Run your tongue around my flange," Mike urged me. "That feels really
good." I complied, my tongue-tip starting in the tiny vee-groove under his
glans, running around the top, and down the other side. I knew that my hot
breath on his glans was adding to his sensations. Now I lapped at his
gee-string, which was his hot spot, and then moved down to his circumcision
scar, which I'd heard is another sensitive area on cut guys. I worked my
tongue around the tissue between the scar ring and the corona, and his
prick twitched slightly.

     Mike sighed and I felt his tongue probing my foreskin again, first the
meatus, and then reaching far inside to caress my corona. I felt him cup my
tight scrotum with one hand as he steadied my shaft with the other. Now my
lips enclosed his bell-end as my right fist stroked his loose shaft skin
up, bumping his flange with each stroke. Behind me, Dan and Billy were
avidly sucking each other's pricks, moaning in delight.

     Mike was an expert at stimulating the intact prick, as he said he'd
had lots of practice, and he used the same technique Ken had, stroking my
foreskin in time with the movements of his lips. On the down-stroke he
pulled my skin down hard, tensing my nerve-rich frenulum and making my
helmet dip towards my toes. I felt the tension building in my body, and in
another few seconds my glans went into its final swelling, aching for the
release of orgasm. I was moaning softly as I continued to work on Mike's
prick, knowing that I'd be coming before he did.  Now I removed my mouth
because I knew I clenched my teeth during orgasm, and didn't want to risk
biting him.

     "I'm gonna come," I muttered as I felt the warning tickle in my
ridge. Behind me I heard Dan say: "I'm getting that tingle." Now the hot
tingle filled my helmet and shot down my shaft to the root, launching the
first spasm.  I cried out helplessly as the first spasm flowed through me,
and the hot lava stream burned its way up my urethra. I felt Dan's body
shuddering against mine, wracked by his orgasm, and I heard his cries of
mindless joy as he released his sperm.

     My hot hard prick throbbed again as I shot my second gush into Mike's
mouth, and I saw him swallowing frantically. My hips bucked, driving my
prick deeper into Mike's mouth, and I felt my legs trembling as well. The
sweet agonizing sensations in my prick made me cry out again, grunting and
groaning mindlessly, swept up in the hot fury of my climax. I was dimly
aware that behind me Dan's body was gripped in a similar frenzy as he
moaned and grunted mindlessly.

     I felt another discharge slam through the lips of my pouting slit, and
then another. A final spasm gripped me, but it was weaker this time, and
then my prick settled down to a steady oozing, a mixture of natural
lubricant and sperm. Mike removed his lips from my helmet, knowing that it
was now super-sensitive, and he stopped stroking my foreskin, just holding
my shaft and licking away the drops as they seeped out. Then he said:

     "Uncut guys always come faster than I do. Your cock's more sensitive
than mine. My father was cut, and when I was born she saw that my skin was
long and tight and went beyond the head to form a little nipple. My mother
told me she had the skin removed from my cock so the head would be
completely uncovered like my father's and I'd get more feeling during
sex. She didn't know that the skin retracts." I gave him a sympathetic look
but said nothing. I was dismayed, but not very surprised that Mike's mother
was so ignorant about the penis and how it works. Many women are, and Mike
had suffered because of this, getting his foreskin amputated in the belief
it would enhance his sexual pleasure. On the other hand, Walter's mother
was equally ignorant, and had had him circumcised to prevent him from
masturbating.

     "So she didn't know that the foreskin loosens up when the boy gets
older," I mused. Mike nodded and said:

     "I see I can skin yours back, just like Billy's and Dan's. The head's
completely uncovered now, right down to the rim." Mike held my foreskin all
the way back while his finger ran up my urethra to milk the residue. He
licked away every drop that oozed from my slit and then slipped my hood
forward to protect my helmet.

     Now it was Mike's turn to come and release his pent-up energy. Behind
me I heard Billy begin to moan loudly as Dan worked on his prick, and I
resumed pumping Mike's shaft skin as I moved my lips around his beautiful
bell-shaped glans. I alternated between engulfing his corona with my lips
and twisting them around his glans, all the while pulling his loose skin
forward to bump and compress his flange.

     "AH!-AH!-AH!"  Billy was the first to cry out as the throes of orgasm
gripped him, and I felt the bed shake hard as his body shuddered. Billy was
very loud, and I knew that Dan was giving him a very intense climax to pay
him back for his pleasure of a couple of minutes ago. After several more
urgent cries, Billy quieted down, and I knew he was totally
drained. Meanwhile, I felt the tension building in Mike's body. His scrotum
had been tight all this time, and now I felt his bell-shaped glans go into
its final swelling, filling my mouth. The flange expanded and hardened, and
the salty seepage from his slit increased.

     "Ohhhhhhh," Mike was moaning, poised on the edge. I twisted my lips
around his flange and then pulled back, bringing his loose shaft skin up to
compress it.

     "Getting that tingle yet, Mike?" Dan asked him. Mike nodded
wordlessly, and then cried out as the orgasm began to rock his body. His
big tip throbbed hard against my tongue and palate, disgorging a torrent of
hot cream that I quickly swallowed. Mike grunted hard as his prick throbbed
again, and I swallowed another load. Now I kept my lips covering his bell
just short of the flange, which I kept bumping rhythmically with his shaft
skin to maintain the stimulation.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Mike grunted as his shuddering body shook the
bed. I felt each throb in his shaft and glans as the spasms deep inside him
shot his sperm up his tube to gush out of his slit. Mike's cream tasted
salty, but without the chlorine odor that characterized mine and Dan's. His
beautiful prick discharged another stream, and then lapsed into oozing. I
milked his urethra to drain his residue and then released his softening
prick. Mike flopped onto his back while the three of us sat one the bed.

     "Mike's pretty good at it, isn't he?" Billy asked me. I nodded
affirmatively and asked him:

     "Did Dan take good care of you? Did he have a good one too?" I'd heard
their cries and felt the bed shake when they'd come, but wanted to hear it
from them.

     "Oh, Dan did great!" Billy replied. My build-up was longer than his,
so I came more. At least I think I did."

     "I think he did too," Dan agreed. "I came hard and really dropped a
load, but Billy shot more than I did, I think." By this time Mike had
roused himself out of his daze and Billy suggested that we take a shower to
rinse off. The shower stall barely accommodated us, and we stood facing
inward so that the spray would run over the front of our bodes. Billy, Dan,
and I skninned back to let the hot water run over our tips and within
seconds we released our yellow streams down the drain. We all understood
that this served to flush out any residue in our systems, and we milked our
pricks thoroughly.  Billy, Dan and I pulled our hoods down to cover and
protect the precious heads, and then the four of us got out and dried off.