Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 09:27:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Cousin Joe, Incest, 1/1

My Cousin Joe
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Joe and I were the same age, and though we were fairly
close, we never even saw each other naked until we
were 30. He had come over to my house for dinner that
evening, because he greatly enjoys my cooking, and
after the meal we were sitting on the couch when he
turned and asked me; "What do you do when you get
horny and can't stand it any more?"
"Hell, I jerk off. What else is there to do in an
emergency like that?" I replied. My answer didn't
surprise him. He knew I'd never been married and
obviously had to take care of myself.
"I feel like doing it right now," he said, and I
noticed the bulge running down the left leg of his
pants. I could easily understand that, as I knew he'd
been recently divorced. "I just wonder how you do it,"
he continued.
This didn't surprise me, as I knew he had good reason
to wonder. Joe was circumcised, and I wasn't. Almost
no boys were circumcised at birth when we'd been born,
but Joe had been cut at age 12 just when he was
beginning to discover the joys of playing with a
foreskin. I'd heard he'd been taken to the hospital
for an emergency appendectomy, as I had been a couple
of years earlier. However, Joe's doctor spoke with his
parents before the surgery because he'd had something
else in mind as well. He'd convinced them that Joe
would be better off without his foreskin, and that as
he'd be under general anesthesia for the appendectomy,
this would be an opportune time to attend to that
little detail. The doctor pointed out that newborns
were then undergoing the surgery without any pain
relief, and persuaded his parents to sign the
additional consent form to cover the circumcision.
They didn't bother to inform Joe of this before the
nurse placed the ether mask over his face to send him
into the chemical coma for his surgery. When he woke
up, he found that he hurt in two places instead of
one, and that his penis was wrapped in gauze.
Joe missed six weeks of school because his penis was
sore and tender long after his appendix scar had
healed. He grieved over the sudden loss of his
foreskin, and never forgave the doctor or his parents.
It was many weeks before he stopped crying himself to
sleep every night.
Curious as I was regarding the results of his surgery,
we were so modest in those days that we never "showed"
to each other. Joe and I hadn't even discussed it, and
all information came to me second-hand, through the
family rumor mill. I knew that Joe had eventually made
some sort of recovery, and that the circumcision had
not kept him from "performing" with women. However,
when he was 28 he began "performing" with the wrong
woman, totally unsuited for him. This was clear to me
and all who knew them, but love is blind and Joe
married her. Within two years they were divorced, for
reasons unrelated to Joe's circumcision. I had never
married, preferring my hand to the feel of a woman,
and this let me escape a lot of problems, as well.
"I'll be glad to show you how I do it," I replied.
"Come on, let's get naked." Joe just stared at me.
"Well, if I'm going to take my clothes off, why can't
you?" I said. "Anyway, you said you felt like doing it
too, so let's go." I stood and led the way to the
bedroom, where I began stripping without looking to
see if he was doing the same. When I was completely
naked, I turned to see Joe sitting on the edge of the
bed taking off his socks. That's all he had on, and I
waited for him to stand and face me.
Joe was about 5' 11", an inch shorter than I, with
sandy instead of brown hair, but with the same thin
build. His eyes were glued to my cock, which arced
down over my balls, a big bulge near the end where the
helmet shaped head and its flaring ridge stretched the
foreskin. The long hood ended in a thick nipple in
front of the head. Joe's cock had a medium sized pink
mushroom at the end, and a brown ring of scar tissue
on the shaft just behind the ridge.
We sat next to each other and Joe asked; "Can I touch
it?" I nodded, knowing that he probably had not had
his hands on a foreskin for 18 years, since his had
been removed. "Was your skin like mine?" I asked him.
"Yes, it had the same long nipple, and I used to play
with it this way." He rolled my nipple between thumb
and forefinger, twisting the skin sideways over the
front of the head, and I felt my cock begin to swell.
I reached over and pinched his cock-head lightly,
knowing this would prompt a response. His cock began
inflating, and we continued the mutual play until we
were hard. Then we had the opportunity to really
inspect each other.
My cock was almost seven inches long, because 30 years
ago I didn't have the fat pad in front of my pubic
bone that today engulfs the base of my shaft, making
it appear only six inches long. Joe's cock was shorter
than mine, about five and a half inches, and his tip
was definitely smaller, because the ridge of his
mushroom had no flare at all, just a drop-off to the
shaft behind it. His pink mushroom was more or less in
proportion to his shaft, about an inch and a quarter
overall, but my big purple cock-head measured two
inches from front dome to ridge. I tactfully refrained
from saying what I'd been thinking- that Joe's prick
was small enough without the doctor trimming tissue he
couldn't afford to lose.
Joe's shaft skin was tight as a drum because that was
the style for circumcisions when he'd been cut. I
tugged at it, but there wasn't enough slack to even
bump his ridge, much less roll over the head. The idea
was to make it difficult to masturbate by removing as
much skin as possible, and the doctor also cut away
his gee-string. "I always have to use oil to jack my
cock," Joe replied after I'd asked him how he did it
without his hood. I got up and brought a bottle of
cooking oil from the kitchen. Pouring some into my
palm, I clasped Joe's stiff cock and began massaging
the head. His wasn't the first cut cock I'd handled.
His eyes widened as the sensations reached him, and
when I twisted my fist over his hot hard cock-head he
caught his breath. "Like that?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, it
feels nice," he replied quickly, adding; "Can I do
yours?" His hand was already on my prick, and he began
to stroke my foreskin from base to tip in long, slow
strokes that made the nerve endings come alive.
"You're lucky you don't need oil to jack that
beautiful prick," he said as he skinned my hood all
the way back to reveal the flaring purple ridge.
"That's a nice ridge you've got," he said as he
twisted his fist to massage my foreskin along the
ridge. That made my cock-head tingle because of the
combined friction and stretching of the nerve endings
in both head and hood. His other hand tickled my sac,
lightly touching the hairs and making my balls tingle.

I did the same to his balls, and watched as his sac
drew up tightly against his body. I twisted my fist on
his cock again, catching his rim on the forward stroke
before engulfing the entire head in my fingers and
palm. A couple of twists on the mushroom made him
blink, and I asked; "That reaching you?" He nodded,
and gave my thick cock an extra squeeze.
I was ahead of him, my balls tight against my body,
and my tip beginning to get that peculiar tickling
feeling that comes near the end of the build-up. I
felt an urge to pee begin deep in my cock-root,
although I knew I could never pee with a hard-on. Joe
sensed that I was close, and pulled me to my feet as
he headed toward the bathroom, his fist still pumping
my foreskin. Leading me to the sink, he said; "Okay.
You go first. I want to watch you come."
His fist pumped my foreskin faster, and I heard the
slapping sound of loose foreskin against cock-head
that signaled that my orgasm was near. As Joe pumped
my cock over the sink, I leaned against the wall
because I knew my knees would get weak once my orgasm
began. I kept working his oiled prick, sure that he
was far behind me, as I felt my orgasm rushing at me
like an express train. My insides tightened, and I
felt myself standing on tip-toe as the sensations in
my cock-head reached their peak.
My cock-head was tingling as Joe pumped faster yet,
slapping the tube of skin against the sensitive tip,
and my cock got so stiff it felt as if it was going to
burst. My nerves were straining as the explosion came,
and the jolt traveled from my bulging cock-head down
my shaft where my cock-root convulsed to send its
first load up my tube. The first jet felt like hot
lava, burning it sway up my cock, and my eyes closed
as I groaned involuntarily. A hard jolt told me that
Joe had snapped my foreskin all the way back, letting
him see the dark throbbing purple head as it spit its
next load.
My cock disgorged load after load as Joe pumped the
cream out of me. I heard him slapping my loose hood
against the sensitive head again and again, as all my
insides pumped out through my straining cock. When my
sensations had faded enough to let me open my eyes, I
saw that my discharge had coated the bottom of the
sink. My cock was still throbbing when Joe urged me;
"Come on, do me, now, so I can drop my load right on
top of yours."
I'd let go of his prick when I'd started my orgasm,
and now I regained my grip, pumping my fist up and
down over his head and shaft, giving him the rush of
sensations he needed to come. Joe bucked his hips, his
teeth drew back from his lips, and his eyes closed as
the sensations swept him up to the peak. My cock was
drooping now, resting against the lip of the sink as I
massaged Joe's head and shaft, working hard to make
him shoot. I felt the head throb as I swept my fist up
over it again, and a second later the first jet
erupted from his slit, slamming the lips open to shoot
across the sink.
Joe's small cock was definitely a shooter, and he shot
another load that slammed against the far side of the
sink. I pumped his prick again, and he discharged
another white jet that coated the sink's far wall. His
knees buckled and I wrapped my free arm around his
waist to keep him from collapsing as the sensations of
orgasm overwhelmed him. He was helpless in my arms as
I made his turgid cock shoot again and again.
I was surprised at the volume of his discharge, which
was more than mine, and how his cock projected his
loads, while my cock tended to dribble. Now his throbs
were fading, and I knew his climax would end soon. I
ran my fist up over the lubricated shaft and head a
few more times, giving his swollen glans one final
twist to get the last load out, then let his prick
rest on the lip of the sink next to mine.
"Man, you really shot!" I exclaimed, when he'd opened
his eyes and I was sure he was back to full
consciousness. My cock was already soft and the skin
had begun rolling back over the shrunken head. Joe's
cock was drooping, and the last drop formed a thin
string from his slit down into the sink. "Your load
was bigger than mine," I continued.
"I really needed that," he replied. "I was hot and
horny, and really needed relief." I pressed my index
finger up the underside of his softening shaft,
forcing the drops out of his slit.
"Well, I needed it too," I said. "You helped me get my
load out, and I'm really grateful for that." We
hugged, then we rinsed off our now limp cocks in warm
water. As we'd burned up a lot of calories, we then
sent out for a pizza.

The end