Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2012 09:41:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 12, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 12
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Jim and I were identical twins, and when we'd been born our mother had
had Jim circumcised to provide a sure-fire way of telling us apart. Our
pricks were identical, with straight shafts, prominent vein down the right
side, and large purple helmets with flaring crowns and teardrop orifices,
the only difference being that Jim lacked a foreskin. During our early 20s
Jim had decided to stretch his shaft skin to form a new hood, and I had
started to stretch my already ample foreskin to gain enough length to dock
him, something we ardently desired. Up to now, I'd been able to partly dock
him, covering most of his glans while overlapping the rest with his growing
foreskin.

     The day came when I had enough length of foreskin to dock Jim,
enclosing his swollen helmet all the way back to beyond the rim. Jim had
gained more as well, but not enough to dock me. I was finished with the 3rd
cone, and Jim was ready to use it in his skin stretching effort. We'd just
passed our 25th birthday, and of course we celebrated this restoration
milestone by docking.

     We awoke that morning, our pricks swollen because of full bladders,
and Jim removed his cone. I didn't, as I had not used a cone that night,
having enough length. We walked to the bathroom to relieve ourselves, the
short walk causing our erections to subside just enough so that we could
pee. At first, only thin streams poured out of our orifices, increasing in
strength as our bodies relaxed. When we'd finished, we went into the
kitchen to have our coffee and toast.

     "I can't wait for you to dock me now," Jim said as he sipped his
coffee.  "A few weeks ago, your skin just reached my rim but now you can go
beyond it."

     "Right," I responded. "This time we won't need to put your foreskin
over mine.  We'll do single layer docking."

     "Then when we come, the cream's going to leak out the end of your
skin," he said. "We won't get distended the way we used to."

     "Yeah," I agreed. "It got just a bit uncomfortable when our juices
were trapped inside. It was mostly pleasant, but I always worried about
tearing our foreskins. This way, although my hood will get stretched, the
excess can flow out." As always, our sexual discussion, plus the
anticipation of the pleasures to come, was having its effect, and our limp
pricks had again started swelling. I reached out to give Jim's tip a few
gentle squeezes through the covering skin.

     "It always feels s good when you do that," he sighed. His thumb and
forefinger squeezed my helmet through the hood, sending blood rushing into
my prick to distend it.

     "Feels as good when you do it to me," I said. "We always know how to
turn each other on." Within a minute, we were fully hard, and I saw that
Jim's restored foreskin extended right to the end of his helmet, leaving
only a small opening through which his beautiful teardrop shaped meatus was
visible. When we were limp, our orifices closed down to slits.

     "You've got a real overhang now," he observed. "The nipple's as long
as your helmet."

     "Yeah, and it'll stretch out to cover all of your tip." We got up and
went into the bedroom, where Jim spread a towel in the center of the
queen-size bed.

     "We'll really need this now that we'll be leaking cream when we come,"
he said perfunctorily. We lay down facing each other, our pricks almost
touching, and he pulled his foreskin back behind his flaring corona,
forming a fleshy collar that filled his groove completely. I gently
scratched the underside of his glans with my fingernail, right on the taut
frenulum. He caught his breath and said:

     "That was hot, Bro. Do it again." I did and his body jerked. Now I
edged forward, holding the end of my foreskin stretched out, and eased it
onto his turgid glans. "That feels so nice," he sighed as I worked it to
cover his glossy purple helmet right to the rim. With a final tug, I pulled
it beyond his corona, and wrapped the thumb and forefinger of my right hand
around the end, holding it in place. I felt the blunt front dome of his
hard glans pressing against mine.

     "Now I'll start stroking," I said. "Nice and slow." I pulled my hood
back to just in front of his dark purple rim, and then pushed it forward
again to cover it and bump against his bunched-up foreskin ring. It was
supremely exciting for both of us because of the erotic friction and the
feeling of perfect intimacy this form of sexual contact provided.

     Oh, nice, Jack!" he exclaimed, thrusting forward slightly so that the
dome of his helmet pressed hard into mine, slightly compressing them. This
stimulated both our friction- and pressure-sensitive nerve endings,
increasing our excitement beyond what we would have expected from the slow
stroking. Our scrotums were already tight against our bodies, evidence that
we were already more than halfway to orgasm. I felt his hand snake between
us, his fingers cupping my balls and gently kneading them.

     "That's good, Jim," I said as I leaned forward to kiss him on the
lips. His tongue worked its way into my mouth, as his helmet was inside my
stretched-out foreskin, and twirled around my tongue. I moved my legs to
intertwine them with his, increasing our body contact, as I wanted to feel
every hot shudder when he ejaculated. Jim pulled his mouth away and said:

     "I love to feel your big tip against mine. It's so hot and hard." Each
slow stroke slid my foreskin over my engorged glans as well as his, and my
arousal mounted. I felt my helmet going into its final swelling, with the
engorged rim flaring out to its maximum, and through my encircling fingers
I felt the same change in his glans. Now I felt a slight tickle in both my
rim and front dome, where it pressed against his.

     "I'm getting that tickle," I whispered. I knew that the tickle would
turn into a hot tingle just before my release, and so did he. My swollen
glans ached for the supreme moment, when my reflexes would send torrents of
sperm shooting up my urethra.

     "It's tingling now," I continued, as I withdrew from the outside
world, my attention focused in my prick as the delicious sensation mounted.

     "Mine's tickling," I barely heard him say, for at that moment the hot
tingle in my glans exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root, and I felt
the first hot stream burning its way up my urethra.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly, and Jim began grunting with me
as his glans throbbed hard against mine. He thrust his tip hard against
mine, and I felt the spasms in his legs as his straining body launched into
orgasm. Our helpless cried of joyful agony filled the room as our hot
juices mixed inside my foreskin and swirled around my corona. The hot sperm
began leaking out over my trembling encircling fingers as we shot again,
overwhelmed by sensation, diving into the free-fall of orgasm.

     Mindlessly we thrust against each other, moaning and yelping as his
hot glans throbbed against mine. Time stopped as we were suspended in the
throes of our shattering climaxes, our powerful jets splashing against our
distended front domes and then running around or helmets, coating them with
thick viscous fluid. More hot cream flowed from the front edge of my
foreskin, running over my fingers and onto the towel as we shuddered in
ecstasy.

     Our pricks once more throbbed against each other and then my glans
became super-sensitive and I stopped stroking because I knew his was as
well. We lay still, enjoying the weakening spasms of our mutual explosions
as jets subsided into dribbling and then seeping. Now we clung to each
other as we descended into the daze that always followed our biological
hurricanes.  I don't know how much time passed before I heard Jim's voice:

     "Jack, that was super, so hot! That really blew my mind."

     "For me too, Jim," I answered in a whisper.

     "No, Jack, it was better than that," he said urgently. "Remember the
time I came first and my juice shot down your hole? Well, this time you
started coming a fraction before I did, and I felt your come shooting down
my hole. I never came like that before. Feeling that hot juice shooting
into me made it so much hotter for me, a mind-blowing experience. My tip
was tingling both inside and out."

     "Our holes must have been lined up," I said.

     "Sure, we have the same size tips, same shape."

     "And we were pressed hard against each other," I replied. "Good thing
both our slits pout when our helmets get hard."

     "Yeah, Bro, we can shoot down each other's slit if it's lined up. Now
I know how you felt when my come shot into your cock. When that hot jet
shot down my hole, I just couldn't hold back any longer. My cock-root
contracted and my come started shooting."

     "Well, Jim," I asked. "Did it feel as good or better than when we
tried electro?"

     "It's hard to compare, Jack. They're different sensations. With
electro, it feels like my cock's expanding and being squeezed at the same
time. When you dock me, the feeling of our heads throbbing against each
other is hot, but different.  Then today you shot down my hole. They're
both really hot, but I can't say one is better than the other."

     "I like them both too, but the head to head contact gives it something
special for me," I said. "So does the feel of your hot cream shooting into
me while your helmet's throbbing against mine. It's more personal, more
intimate."

     "I know what you mean, Bro, and I've got to agree. It's not just
physical sensations. I feel more together with you." As Jim finished, he
again kissed me, and I felt his hot tongue probing for mine as it pushed
past my lips. I hugged him tightly and kissed him back.

     "I love you, Jim," I whispered, taking a break from the prolonged
kiss. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

     Sunday we got a phone call from Charley. He wanted to come over to
show us the progress he had made in his foreskin restoration. We'd just
finished breakfast and I told him that he could come any time.

     We were still naked when Charley arrived, as we knew he wouldn't
mind. On the contrary, his eyes lit up when he saw our naked forms. He
quickly stripped down to match, and we saw that he had his shaft skin
stretched over his glans and a restoration cone, and taped in a tight ring
beyond the end of the cone.

     "You guys know that I wasn't keen about foreskins before I started
this," he said. "I was happy I'd been circumcised because I liked to have
my tip on display, but then I found out how your tips were more sensitive,
and I guess that trade-off made sense. Anyway, most of the day I'm fully
dressed, so my dick wouldn't be visible. You two have such beautiful tips I
really enjoy seeing them. You both keep them covered, and I'm impressed how
you managed to stretch your skin Jim. You were cut at birth, right? Jack,
you've got so much skin hanging off the end of your dick it looks like a
baby's dick." Jim and I had kept our foreskins forward, hiding our helmets,
but now we began sliding our copious hoods back to reveal the precious
heads because we knew this would drive Charley wild.

     "Yeah, Charley," I began. "I like having that much nipple in
front. Babies have all that overhang because they need it for growth, but I
wanted more so I could to dock Jim's big helmet all the way." Now my long
hood was bunched up behind the corona, securely locked in place by my
flaring ridge, as was Jim's.

     "Did you get enough?" asked Charley.

     "Did he?" answered Jim. "Just yesterday he docked me all the way back
to beyond my rim and I had a really blasting come. Jack let go just a
fraction before I did, and he shot his first stream right down my hole."

     "It's a lucky thing our slits pout the way they do when we get hard,"
I explained.  "Another time Jim shot his first load down my hole and it
felt like hot lava. That made me blow my load right then." Charley had by
now taken the tape ring off and removed the cone, so we saw that even
without the tape, how shaft skin now covered the bullet shaped head most of
the way. He was rapidly stiffening, and his glans slid out of the new
foreskin until it was fully exposed. The glans was glossy, unlike the last
time we'd seen it. Jim and I were also getting hard, and now all three
distended pricks were protruding in their full glory. Jim and I slid our
hoods forward again to envelop our helmets.

     "Your tips make really big bulges in your skins," Charley
remarked. "Those big helmets are made for sucking." He reached out to my
brother's prick and began pushing the hood back.

     "No, don't do that," Jim urged. "You're not used to intact cocks but
there's a lot you can do with the skin. Leave it in place and stick your
tongue into it." Charley inserted the tip of his tongue into Jim's pucker
and probed around. "Feel for my slit and swipe your tongue across it," Jim
continued. "There, that feels good." I reached for Charley's prick and
began sliding his loose skin up and down the bullet shaped head.

     "Let's go into the bedroom," I urged. "We'll be more comfortable
there." We got up and trooped into the bedroom, where we arranged ourselves
on the queen size bed. Charley again put his mouth to Jim's prick, and I
saw the bulge made by his tongue as it pushed deeper, probing for the
corona.

     "That's better," said Jim. "You're really exploring inside my
hood. That's sexier than just pushing it back and sucking the tip." I
resumed sliding Charley's new hood, stretching it forward as far as it
would go over the glans as I watched his tongue-tip run around Jim's
corona, circling underneath and coming up the other side. Jim's scrotum was
now tight against his body and I sensed the tension building inside him as
I cupped his balls with my other hand.

     I continued to slide Charley's new hood along his glans and I felt
Jim's fingers playing with my dangling foreskin nipple. Although I was
completely hard there was still an inch and a half overhang that made an
attractive target for Jim's fingers. He alternated between rolling it
between thumb and forefinger and just pulling on it, stretching it out as
far as he could.

     Now Charley pulled his head back aand then pushed on Jim's foreskin
with his lips, easing it completely off the head. He began his back and
forth movements on Jim's naked glans, and on the back-stroke I saw that his
tongue was probing the pouting meatus, adding to the stimulation. He
twisted his lips around the flaring rim, and I heard Jim's breathing speed
up and become more shallow. His pelvis jerked a couple of times as his
excitement approached the peak. Now Charley was really in his element,
sucking a naked glans, and it did it with artistry and flair, bringing Jim
right up to the point of no return, making him grunt loudly.

     "HUNH!-HUNH!-HUNH!"  Jim grunted as his eyes shut and his pelvis
jerked. I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside him as my fingertips
pressed into the area behind his tight balls. Now Charley was frantically
swallowing the heavy loads he'd drawn from Jim's straining prick and I knew
Jim's big helmet was throbbing hard against Charley's tongue and
palate. Jim had let go of my foreskin when he'd begun his tumble into
orgasm, but watching and feeling him come maintained my excitement.  He
grunted is sweet agony several more times and then Charley pulled back.

     "His tip's too sensitive now," he said as we watched Jim's deep purple
helmet seep a slow stream of sperm. I was working Charley's foreskin faster
now, eager to bring him to orgasm as a reward for what he'd done for
Jim. Making Jim come had heightened his excitement and I knew he was close,
very close. His tip had darkened in color and his pelvis was jerking as he
let out a cry:

     "OW!-OW!-OW!-OW!"  he yelped as a long jet of white cream shot from
his slit and over my thigh. His head rocked back as he trembled with
sublime sensations, and I stroked him to intensify his climax, drawing more
jets from his straining tip. A hot stream of cream landed on my prick and
another on the sheet between us. I kept stroking him even after he'd
released five loads, as I guessed his glans did not get super-sensitive
yet, despite his restoration.

     Finally, his prick stopped throbbing between my encircling fingers,
and he became still, sinking into the daze that had already enveloped
Jim. We lay still for several minutes, and then Charley said to me:

     "Thanks, Jack. That was so hot. Now it's your turn. I'll make that
dick of yours shoot a lot of jizz."

Continued in Part 13.