Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 09:48:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 13, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 13
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Charley had come over to show us the progress he'd made in restoring
his foreskin, which now covered about half his bullet-shaped glans. He'd
regained some sensitivity, but not so much that his tip became
super-sensitive during orgasm, as did mine and my brother Jim's. He'd
sucked Jim's prick to orgasm and I'd stroked his foreskin to bring on his
ejaculations. Now he was recovered from his daze and was ready to give me
my climax.

     "Now you just lie back and I'll get to work on you," he said as he
gently pushed me onto my back. He began by licking off the stream of sperm
he'd shot onto my shaft during his orgasm.

     "Your balls are already tight, Bro," I heard Jim say as his fingers
gently cupped my scrotum, kneading it to enhance my sensations. "You've
been hard all this time, while we shot our loads." Charley grasped my long
foreskin overhang and brought it to his mouth. I felt his tongue probing
inside it, reaching for my pouting slit. His tongue-tip swiped across it
from side to side several times, and then pushed into it, producing a
delicious tickling feeling.  His tongue then pushed in deeper, circling my
corona and tickling my frenulum underneath, and then returning to the flare
at the top.

     Now his lips pushed my long hood back slowly while his tongue worked
over the broad upper surface of my helmet, giving me ever-changing
sensations that heightened my excitement. His strong fingers pulled my
foreskin back until it snapped down into the groove behind my corona, and
pulled it back farther so that it was stretched along my shaft. I felt his
lips lock behind my rim, and he began sucking. Blood flowed into my glans,
engorging it and making the thick ridge flare out even more. At the same
time, he pulled back harder on my shaft skin and foreskin, putting tension
on my frenulum.

     Some guys can reach orgasm just by putting tension on their frenulums,
and I almost did once, but now I was getting a combination of sensations,
intense sucking on my hot straining helmet, and delicious stretching of the
taut nerve endings in my gee-string. Jim's fingers cuddling my balls added
to my arousal, and I felt that I was being forcefully pulled along the
incline to orgasm. My breathing had become rapid and shallow.

     "Oh, I won't last long, with the two of you working on me," I
whispered. Now, with Charley's intense sucking expanding my helmet, his
tongue once more probed my pouting orifice, producing an intense tickle
that gradually spread over my entire helmet to the rim. I knew I was on the
plateau, and the next sensation would be the hot tingle that would bring on
my explosion.

     "You're right on the edge," Jim said to me as his lips touched mine
and his tongue probed past my teeth and twirled around mine. Jim knew my
body as he knew his own, and easily sensed my level of excitement. I moaned
as the tickle in my helmet became a hot tingle, and then grunted loudly as
it shot down my shaft to the root of my prick, launching the heavy pounding
of orgasm. My hips bucked as the first torrent poured up my urethra and
into Charley's mouth.

     "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I grunted as I tumbled into the free-fall of my
orgasm.  Although I'd come just the day before, I was having a full-body
orgasm because of the intense stimulation from Charley and Jim, and I
grunted again helplessly as my prick throbbed with its second release. My
eyes were closed and my world had shrunk to just my straining prick, hot
with sensation. Another hot jet burned its way up my tube, slamming through
the pouting lips of my orifice as it shot out into Charley's throat. My
tongue was wrestling with Jim's, and his tender fingers kneaded my balls to
heighten my sensations as my straining prick shot another torrent.

     Suddenly my helmet became super-sensitive and I cried out
loudly. Charley immediately removed his mouth, as he'd become familiar with
how our intact pricks reacted to orgasm. My still throbbing prick flopped
onto my stomach, seeping white liquid, the residue of my orgasm. I felt
Jim's finger running along the underside of my shaft, pressing into my
urethra, milking the last of my sperm.  Dazed, I lay very still as Jim
delicately eased my foreskin forward to protect the precious head.

     "I've got a friend, Bill, who'd love to meet you both," Charley was
saying as I came back to full consciousness. "He's got a big head on his
dick and he enjoys docking. Since you can dock Jim I'm sure you can dock
him." This sounded very interesting, and at our urging, Charley phoned him
and Bill agreed to visit us the following Saturday.

     The week went by quickly, and Saturday morning we ate breakfast and
waited for Bill to arrive at nine. The bell rang and I let him in. Bill was
of course fully dressed but we'd stayed naked. Bill was blond, with blue
eyes, and a couple of years younger than our 25. His eyes immediately
zeroed in on our pricks and when he stripped we saw that his prick was a
"shower," large when limp and gaining only a little length with erection,
unlike our "growers" that were small when soft and doubled in length when
hard.

     "You've got a beautiful bell-shaped head on yours," I said as I
studied his prick.  His glans was large like ours, but the rim's flare was
not only on top, like ours, but continued down the sides almost straight
down instead of sweeping forward as ours did. The effect was to make his
glans appear like a bell instead of a helmet.

     "Yours are big, too," Bill said. "Even under those foreskins I can see
the shape clearly. I wish I had skin like you guys."

     "You must have been done as a baby," Jim commented. "That's a big
brown Gomco ring you've got and they use the Gomco Clamp only on babies."

     "It looks like you weren't cut too tightly," I added. "You've also got
your gee-string and a neat scar. I've seen some jagged scars like they were
done with a chain saw." Our pricks had swelled during our introductions,
and now as Bill sat between us on the couch our pricks were fully
hard. Jim's finger traced the contours of Bill's corona as I spoke.

     "Your head looks like it's been sculpted," Jim said as he wrapped his
fingers around Bill's shaft, working the slack up and down to bump his
purple corona.  "Don't be shy, you can touch ours and see how the skin
works." Bill grasped Jim's prick and began sliding the hood down, slowly
baring the glans.

     "I love that deep purple color," he said as Jim's helmet came into
view.  "Your slit looks like a teardrop, the way it pouts open. Mine stays
closed, as you can see." Bill's pee-slit was long, about half an inch,
curving down into the underside of his big front dome. I saw a drop of
clear fluid parting the long lips slightly, a sure sign of arousal.

     "When was the last time you came?" I asked him.

     "I've been holding off for a week because I knew I was going to meet
you guys," he replied. "A week's build-up gives me a hotter come. How about
you?"

     "We've been holding off too, for the same reason. We all got hard
fast, and we'll shoot bigger loads," I said.

     "You've got a handsome prick," I assured him. "The shaft is straight
and the head's in perfect proportion. Your big vein runs along the top, and
ours runs down the right side. Your balls aren't too big or too small, just
right."  Bill released Jim's hard prick and clasped mine around the shaft.

     "You've got a lot of skin, a real overhang drooping in front of your
hard dick," he said. "Charley said you've got enough skin to dock someone
with a head as big as mine or your brother's." As he spoke, his fingers
began pulling my foreskin down and in a few seconds my pouting meatus came
into view.

     "You must be identical twins," he remarked. "Even your holes are the
same size and shape. I wish I had skin the way you lucky guys do."

     "Jim wasn't so lucky," I told him. "Our bitch of a mother had him cut
at birth so she could tell us apart. He reconstructed his foreskin by
stretching, and so can you if you're really motivated."

     "Jim was cut?" asked Bill, almost incredulously. "Charley'd told me
something like that and I know he's restoring, but now that I've seen it
it's hard to believe." Bill grasped Jim's prick and pulled the hood, which
had been bunched up behind the corona, fully up to cover the big helmet.

     "Let's go into the bedroom," I suggested. "We'll be able to do more
there." We sat on the bed facing each other in a sort of triangle. Bill
continued pulling down on my foreskin, with some of its length already
bunched up on my shaft. Once the glans was entirely bared, he exclaimed:

     "Nice!  Really nice! I like those twin purple tips. They're perfect
for sucking."  He bent over to probe Jim's foreskin with his tongue-tip,
and I remembered he'd said he loved intact pricks. He seemed to be more
skilled at handling a foreskin than Charley had been at first. Jim sighed
as Bill's tongue reached his slit, and I saw the subtle movement as it
swiped laterally across the pouting lips of Jim's meatus.

     Now he switched his attention to mine, and I felt his warm tongue-tip
probing into my pouting orifice while his lips moved down to engulf my
flaring rim. I squeezed his shaft gently, and then grasped his bell-shaped
glans between thumb and index finger and began a rhythmic squeezing, about
one per second, to produce the bulbo-cavernal reflex deep in his
prick-root. By this time, we were all secreting lubricant, and our scrotums
were drawing up against our bodies.  We were primed to go.

     "Want me to dock you, Bill?"  At my words he looked up and nodded. We
shifted our bodies to lie facing each other and I spread the drops of lube
seeping from his meatus over his glans. Then I pulled my hood forward,
grasping it by the edges, and gently slipped it over the fascinating
contours of his big bell until the forward edge completely covered his
flaring rim. Now I began stroking it slowly over both our tips.  Bill's
eyes widened as he realized he was finally and really being docked, with a
real foreskin over his glans.

     "How did you get such a long skin?" he asked me.

     "I stretched mine out, just like Jim stretched his. I had a head
start, since I wasn't cut, and by the time Jim got enough length to cover
his tip with erection, I had enough length to dock him." As I explained, I
continued to stroke my long hood, knowing that the combination of physical
and mental stimulation was having a profound effect on him because I felt
his glans swell and harden further through the skin. His front dome was
pressing hard against mine, making a slight indentation.

     "I know you're more sensitive, since you weren't cut," he
said. "You'll probably come before me."

     "Lets see how it goes," I suggested. "Either way, you'll feel my hot
cream all over your beautiful bell, and your cream will be all around mine
too."

     "I've never had that happen, except when I jerked off with a condom,"
he said.  "That was good, except that I knew it wasn't a real foreskin and
it was just my jism. It was hot, though." Jim had moved down to slip his
hand between us and cup Bill's scrotum. With all that stimulation, plus the
novelty of being docked for the first time, Bill's excitement was
uncontrollable, and he started moaning. I felt him thrusting his prick
against mine, and his breathing became rapid and shallow.

     My excitement was rising too, and I felt the increased pressure in my
glans as blood flowed into it, bringing it to its final hardness. Now I
twisted my foreskin over Bill's prominent corona to give him an extra spark
of sensation, and his body jerked in response. I was sure that he'd have a
full-body orgasm.  I saw Jim's prick was seeping a steady flow of
lubricant, and with his other hand he was slowly stroking his foreskin to
spread it evenly over his swollen helmet. Bill's eyes closed, and I knew
this was IT!

     "WOW!  WOW! WOW!" he cried out as I felt his glans throb hard against
mine, and an instant later his hot gush shot into my pouting meatus and
down my urethra, launching my orgasm. Bill's straining body writhed against
mine as a powerful contraction gripped the root of my prick, sending a
torrent of hot cream up my tube to pour out and mix with Bill's. I grunted
helplessly, caught up in the massive sensations, and his prick throbbed
again as it released another powerful gush of sperm to fill the space
inside my hood.

     Our hot cream mixed and I felt it swirl around and behind my flaring
corona, as I was sure his tip was awash with our juices. We unloaded our
streams again, making my hood swell as my throbbing glans tingled with
welcome sensations. I felt the excess flowing out over my trembling,
encircling fingers from the end of my hood, and we both throbbed hard as we
released our streams, sobbing and groaning in ecstasy. At this point my tip
became super-sensitive but I didn't stop stroking because the thick coating
of cream masked the friction on my glans and my fingers were pressing and
stroking Bill's bell through the foreskin.

     "OOOOOHHHHH!"  Bill cried out again as his body shuddered against mine
and his prick pumped out another couple of streams, as did mine. Then we
were still, although I felt spasms deep inside me. I knew I was merely
dribbling now, and my orgasm faded.  We lay dazed for several minutes, and
then Bill said:

     "I think I came faster than you did, but you were only a split-second
behind me. I guess I was really hot."

     "Well, I think this was the first time you felt foreskin covering your
tip. That had an effect. The reason I started coming right behind you was
that our holes must have been perfectly aligned, and your first jet shot
into mine and right down my urethra for a couple of inches."

     "Wow," exclaimed Bill. "That must have felt really hot. I've never had
anything like that happen to me." His soft penis slipped out of my long
foreskin tube and our blended cream spilled onto the sheet. I milked my
urethra with my right hand and his with my left.

     "Your hot jet triggered my orgasm," I explained. "My hole pouts when
it's hard, and was a perfect target when our tips were pressed together."
Bill had turned slightly as was looking at Jim's hard prick. Jim was slowly
stroking his foreskin in anticipation, because it was clear that Bill
wanted to do oral on his glans and foreskin.

     "Jim's been watching and waiting all this time," Bill said. "I think I
ought to give him some relief." He pushed Jim's fingers away, replacing
them with his own, and while keeping Jim's foreskin fully forward, inserted
his tongue into the opening, probing for Jim's pee-hole. Jim shuddered at
the contact, and I knew he was ready to blow his load.

     "I'm going to cup your balls," I said, as my fingers wrapped gently
against his tight scrotum and began kneading his testicles to enhance his
sensations. Bill and I had had shattering orgasms while Jim had been
waiting for gratification, and I wanted him to have a full-body climax that
numbed his mind and made him cry out helplessly.

     "Oh, Oh," Jim exclaimed as I saw the bulge of Bill's tongue push
relentlessly deeper into his foreskin, caressing the broad upper surface of
his helmet while reaching for his flaring corona. I knew that his pouting
meatus was weeping viscous salty tears onto Bill's tongue, lubricating the
way for the penetration.

     Bill ran his tongue all the way round Jim's ridge, down one side,
swiping across the gee-string several times, and then up the other
side. Now his lips pushed the hood back all the way to expose Jim's glossy
purple helmet and locked behind his rim. He began a back and forth movement
of his head while pumping Jim's foreskin with his hand. As his lips
uncovered the rim, the foreskin bumped over it, creating additional
sensations calculated to bring on climax. Bill pulled back on Jim's hood,
his lips following close behind.

     Now he rotated his head, his lips giving a twisting stroke to Jim's
helmet to match the twisting stroke he was giving the hood. I saw Jim's
eyes close, and knew that the magic tickle would begin in his corona, a
precursor to the hot tingle of orgasm. Jim's breathing had become shallow
and rapid, evidence that he'd tumble over the edge any second. I eased my
body behind his while still cupping his balls, so that I would feel every
shudder of my brother's body when he came.

     "Ah, ah, ah," he sighed as his sensations mounted. I felt the tension
in his body as a slight tremor as the sensations rushed in on him. Bill's
hands and lips were working their magic on his turgid prick, and I knew
he'd blast off the next second.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Jim grunted loudly as his body shuddered, and I
knew he was disgorging his first hot stream into Bill's mouth. Vicariously
I felt his hot hard helmet throbbing urgently against Bill's tongue and
palate, as it had throbbed against mine in the past. Jim's body strained
against mine as another surge of sperm erupted from his engorged glans to
pour into Bill's waiting mouth. I hugged him tightly to let him know I was
with him as my fingertips felt another pulse in the urethra behind his
balls.

     Jim was yelping loudly as another wave of orgasm hit him, and he
shuddered against me in his ecstasy. He let out another helpless cry as he
lurched in my arms, shooting his fifth jet down Bill's throat. Bill had had
experience blowing intact guys, and he removed his mouth to avoid the
friction that would cause distress as Jim's helmet became ultra-sensitive,
watching another jet, weaker now, gush from the lips of his pouting
meatus. Now Jim's eruptions slowed to a dribble that flowed gently from his
tip onto the sheet, and although my fingertips stll felt twitching in his
perineum, I knew that the big game was over.

     "He really came hard, just like you," Bill commented. "I know you
would have come exactly the same way in my mouth, since you're identical
twins. Maybe we can get together again next Saturday so I can do you, and
then Jim."  Jim, unable to reply in his daze, lay quietly in my arms, the
tension leaving his body as he relaxed. I gently pulled his foreskin
forward to protect the precious tip and answered Bill:

     "I'd love it, and I know Jim would love it too. You're an expert at
giving oral to intact guys, and I know you'd suck the cream right out of
me."

     "I really love putting my lips around those big helmets," he said.

     "I'd like to feel that big bell head of yours in my mouth, now that
I've had it in my foreskin."

     "I'd like to feel it throbbing against my tongue, now that I've felt
it throbbing against my tip," Bill countered. Jim was now rousing himself,
and he said:

     "Maybe I can dock you, after you make me come and my cock goes soft."

     "You can do that, dock me?" Bill asked, surprised.

     "Yeah," Jim assured him. "I don't have as long a skin as Jack, but
soft I think I can fit you in."

     "That should be great," Bill said as we got up to go to the
bathroom. I turned on the shower and we crowded in.

     "The hot water's going to make us pee, and flush the rest of the cream
out of us," I explained to Bill. "We do this all the time after sex."

     "You'll have to explain to me how I can stretch my skin," he
said. "Charley wasn't too hot on the idea at first, but now that I've seen
you and Jim, I want to have a hood over my tip. I really do."

     Okay, we'll get to that after the shower," I said.

Continued in Part 14