Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 07:49:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 10, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 10
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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	Jim and I continued to work on lengthening our foreskins, and over
the next six months we noticed some faster progress. We found that we had
more skin to pull ahead of our restoration cones before putting on our tape
rings, and this was very gratifying. We were almost 25 now, young enough so
that we had many years of enjoying sex ahead of us, and we made the most of
it. One Saturday morning, before taking our showers, we undid the tape and
decided we'd try docking with my foreskin. We were both half-hard from the
pressure in our bladders. Jim squeezed my glans rhythmically through my
pendulous foreskin, and I did the same for him, so that we quickly had
powerful erections waiting to be satisfied.

	"Okay," he said. "Now we're hard enough, Jack. Let's try for fit."
He pulled his hood back all the way to form a thick fleshy collar behind
his flaring ridge. I grasped the end of my long foreskin with thumb and
forefinger of both hands, spreading the orifice as I stretched t out to
enclose his glans.

	"Well, I can get it over your helmet almost to the top of your
rim," I said as I held it in place. His thick purple corona flared out in
front of the edge of my hood, the back face so dark it seemed almost
black. I pressed my fingertips lightly into his glans, and realized it had
lost its sponginess.

	"Wow, Bro," he exclaimed. "Feeling your skin over my head has got
me really excited. My cock feels rock-hard."

	"I can see that, Jim," I replied. "Your helmet's in its final
hardness, not spongy. Looks like you're only seconds from coming."

	"I think I could, Bro, even though I'm not docked all the way." At
his words, I formed a ring with the thumb and index finger of my right hand
and started sliding my foreskin along his glans, back and forth, in slow
sensual strokes. Pulling the foreskin forward over his tip made it slide
along mine, too, the soft slippery friction adding to my excitement. Jim
reached for a folded towel that we had on the bedside table and spread it
between us, for experience had taught us that our orgasms produced copious
geysers of sperm.

	"I think we're both lubing, Jim," I said as I felt a drop of
natural lubricant crawling up my tube. "We're both hot as firecrackers."

	"You're right, I am," Jim assured me. "Your stroking's giving me
really hot feelings, especially underneath. Every stroke sends a hot thrill
down my cock." I knew that the forward edge of my foreskin was sliding
along the twin lobes of his corona where they met under the glans, and the
gee-string between them. Like mine, Jim's glans had two sweet spots, the
flaring top of the corona and the twin lobes and frenulum underneath. I was
applying pressure to the underside of his bulging helmet, while my hood was
merely sliding along my tip, without any finger pressure.

	"I knew my foreskin would be able to take in your tip at least
part-way, Jim, because it's wide enough to take mine. All I need is a
little more length for a perfect fit."

	"Well, we're twins, aren't we?" Jim asked rhetorically. "Our tips
are twins too."

	"I think we can get an almost perfect dock, Jim," I cautiously
suggested. "Suppose you stretch your foreskin over mine? It might stretch
wide enough to go over the width of my foreskin over your helmet. Then
you'll be fully covered and we'll have two layers of skin around your tip."
Jim's face brightened at my words and he reached down to grasp his thick
fleshy foreskin ring and started slipping it carefully over the end of my
hood. I released my grip and he slid his foreskin over mine, all the way to
the end of his glans. Once he was over the corona and my enveloping layer
of skin, it was all downhill, following the taper of his glans. We looked
down to see his big helmet making a prominent bulge in the covering skin.

	"That really works fine!" he exclaimed excitedly as he leaned his
head forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. I grasped our layered
foreskins and began sliding them both over our beautifully contoured
helmets, applying sensual wet friction to every hot spot.

	"We'll feel each other's tips throb when we come," I pointed
out. "It'll be just like in the buddy sleeve, only better." Jim reached
between us to cup my balls, which were already tight, and I cupped his taut
scrotum with my left hand, because I knew he liked it just as much as I
did. I kissed him, lightly running my tongue along his sensual lips, and I
felt his tongue emerge to caress mine. My fingers moved our overlapping
foreskins in very slow strokes, using as little pressure as I could,
because I wanted it to last and was sure Jim did too. I saw Jim's eyes
close, but I knew that was because he was caught up in the pleasure of the
moment, relishing our intimate exchange, not because orgasm was imminent.

	I moved to intertwine my legs with his, because I wanted to have as
full contact as possible with his body, as I knew that feeling him shudder
when he began discharging would heighten my excitement. He pressed his
chest close up against mine, and I knew he felt the same way. The front
domes of our helmets were just touching, not pressed hard against each
other, but I knew that we'd be thrusting when orgasm overtook is.

	"This is the first time we're doing it the natural way," he
whispered. I kissed him lightly and agreed:

	"Yes it is, and I love it. It feels so good to have your big tip
inside me."

	"Both our skins are covering my tip," Jim murmured. "It's
wonderful."

	"I just felt your tip throb a little," I said. "You're getting up
there."

	"Yeah, Bro, that's what you're doing to me." Jim's helmet again
throbbed lightly against mine, a minor rehearsal for the waves of orgasm
that would soon rip through his body.

	"When we come, our skins are going to be really stretched with our
cream," I pointed out.

	"Yeah, Jack, all that hot cream all over our tips is really going
to feel good." I was moving my fingers very slowly, trying to stretch out
the final moments, so that it wouldn't end too soon. We were both sweating
now, hot with the excitement and the tension.

	"I'm hardly moving our hoods, but we're both staying super-hard," I
said. "This sensation just before we explode is really hot."

	"Even a little friction sends a thrill down my cock," He said. "I
don't know how long I can hold back, even though I'm trying to stay
relaxed."

	"Well, I'm right at the edge too," I told him. "I know that when
one of us starts coming, the other will be right along." I felt his helmet
throb lightly again. Our breathing was now shallow and rapid, a sure sign
of our excitement. "I'm going to try to make you come first, because I'm
applying pressure to your tip as I rub it." I was using as long a stroke as
our layered foreskins would allow, no more than half and inch, but now I
was so excited that I inadvertently increased the pressure of my
fingers. Jim kissed me again, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth and
twirling around mine, when he suddenly broke away and howled as I felt a
powerful throb in his helmet.

	"HHAAAAAAAAH!" he howled as I felt a powerful punch of hot liquid
shooting down my urethra. At this, the root of my prick contracted and I,
too, fell into the free-fall of orgasm.

	"HUNH-HUNH-HUNH!" I grunted mindlessly as a hot torrent of lava
seared its way up my urethra to pour out over his helmet. I felt Jim's
blunt-nosed glans thrust hard against mine, disgorging another gush of hot
cream that coated the front dome of mine and swirled behind my
corona. Jim's helmet again hammered against mine, our pouting slits crushed
against each other as our two jets met between them, bloating our layered
foreskins. I felt mine distending, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G its nerve endings,
enhancing the thrill of my orgasm.

	We were both crying out helplessly, our straining pricks disgorging
their hot loads, our shuddering bodies locked together, sharing the magic
moments of ecstasy. We were trapped, enraptured in the hot frenzy of our
orgasms, gasping, jerking, squeezing, and thrusting. We felt each other's
engorged helmets pounding, gushing, and then seeping as our orgasms faded
to slow pulses.

	We lay still, clutching each other, enjoying the afterglow as the
tension left our bodies, a feeling of profound contentment creeping over us
as we sank into the daze that inevitably follows the frenzy. After an
indeterminate time I opened my eyes, looking down at our pricks, still
locked together by our foreskins. Although I knew our erections were
shrinking, our foreskins bulged prominently, stretched by the combined
fluids trapped inside. Jim's eyes opened and he looked down momentarily,
enjoying the sight before kissing me hotly on the mouth.

	"That was so hot, so intense, I thought I was going to explode," he
said.

	"Your first jet shot right down inside me, and triggered me," I
told him. "Only the first one, because after that our helmets were squeezed
together so hard my slit was pushed closed, except when I was shooting."

	"Same thing happened to me, I think," he said. "We were pushing our
tips together from the first jet." He began rolling his foreskin back,
uncovering mine, and when the edge came into view a large gush of cream
flowed from it onto the towel. I began to pull my foreskin back from his
glans. It slid easily because it was well lubricated and his helmet had
shrunk. A couple more tablespoons flowed out of my hood.

	"I really loved doing this with you," I told him. "It's more than
physical satisfaction."

	"I know, Bro. It's love."

	"Brotherly love," I added.

	"We're twins," he said. "Our bodies are alike, and so are our
personalities. That's why we're so compatible."

	"What would you say if I told you I wanted to marry a woman? You
know we've both gotten laid when we were teen-agers. Suppose I got into a
serious relationship with a woman?" Jim looked startled for a moment, but
then composed himself and replied:

	"I'd feel sad at losing you, but I wouldn't stand in your
way. You're my brother, not my property."

	"Don't worry, Jim, I'm not after any woman. You're all I want in my
life. I was just asking. Now let's take a shower. We really need one." I
took his hand and led him into the bathroom. As we were already skinned
back, as soon as the hot water began sluicing over our bodies, it triggered
our sphincters and yellow streams flowed from our slits, rinsing out the
residue of our orgasms.

	Next week we ran into Charley in a restaurant and we took a table
together. Charley seemed glad to see us.

	"You know how much I like playing with dicks with skins," he
said. "They're fun, although I like the way mine looks with the head always
visible. Still, mine's less sensitive than yours because I'm missing all
those nerves in the skin that was cut off. That's why I like getting off
with sex toys. Well, I've been using something you guys would find
interesting." He paused.

	"Well, tell us about it," Jim urged. Charley continued:

	"Well, even if some nerves are missing, using electro-stimulation
can give me a great thrill because it hits the main nerves in my dick. I
can come without even touching my dick because it makes the nerves in my
dick tingle in different ways, depending on how I set the controls. That's
not all. It also hits the nerves in my prostate and that makes it even
hotter. Have you ever heard of electro-stimming?"

	"I've heard of it, but we never tried it," I answered.

	"Would you like to?" he asked. "Of course, I know lots of guys are
nervous about electricity because they've heard of people getting
electrocuted or having electric shock treatments, but it's not like that at
all. It feels really great."

	Well, it sounds interesting but....." Jim told him.

	"Yeah, I know, you're reluctant. I could, though, demonstrate how
it works on me before you try it. Then you can decide if you want to go
ahead."

	"That sounds good, Charley," I answered. "Watching you do it would
be interesting, even if we don't try it ourselves."

	"I can bring the equipment over to your place and show you," he
proposed.

	"Jim and I are going n a business trip tomorrow, but later, we can
try it," I said. "How about the end of the month? Would that be good for
you? Say two Saturdays from this one?"

	"That works for me," he replied. "I'll give you a phone call to
confirm the day before, okay?" We left it at that, and after finishing our
meals, we parted. When Jim and I got home that evening, we looked up
"electro-stimulation" on the Internet. We found several web sites devoted
to it. We saw an assortment of power boxes, from the cheapest TENS (Trans
Cutaneous Neural Stimulators) units through a range of power units designed
for electro-sex, and up to the most expensive, the ET-312. We also saw an
assortment of electrodes for both males and females, from TENS sticky pads
to conductive rubber tubing, metal glans cups, conductive blue bands to
wrap around the penis, and inserts for urethra, anus, and vagina.

	We also saw photographs of the equipment in use, instructions for
electrode placement, and even videos of men attaining no-hands orgasms with
electro.

	"Look at him," said Jim while we were watching one video. "He's
getting hard just from the electro."

	"His tip's getting bigger and getting glossy, even though he's
cut," I added. "The electro's really getting him excited." We saw a few
drops of lubricant leaking from his slit, and then we heard him start
grunting as jets spewed from his straining glans.

	""His cock's jerking up and down with every stream," Jim said. We
continued watching until the orgasm was over and his penis had started to
shrink.

	"Looks like it will be interesting when Charley comes over and we
can see this live," I said. "We might even want to try it ourselves."

Continued in Part 11