Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 09:05:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 14, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 14
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Bill's company had sent him out of town so he was unable to make our
date that Saturday. However, he assured us he'd come the following
Saturday, and he arrived right at nine, just in time to join us for another
cup of coffee in the kitchen. We were already naked, and he quickly
stripped down, letting us see how his shaft-skin was stretched forward over
his bell-shaped glans and held in place with a neat tape ring.

     "That really looks good," I assured him as I sipped my coffee. "Your
head makes a big bulge in the skin, and when you're done your prick's going
to look a lot like ours do."

     "It looks a lot like mine did when I began taping," Jim said. He
leaned forward to tweak Bill's glans through the tightly stretched skin.

     "That felt good," Bill told him. "Squeezing my tip always makes the
root of my dick throb."

     "That's the bulbo-cavernal reflex," Jim said. "Jack and I do it to
each other a lot. It gets us hard pretty fast without even stroking the
skin."

     "I want to get my mouth on that big purple helmet," Bill told Jim as
he fingered Jim's foreskin, gently twisting the puckered end. "Were you
able to hold off coming for all this time?"

     "It wasn't easy, but we did," Jim assured him. "Almost every day we
were tempted to get off, but we figured you'd probably be saving it up too,
and we didn't want to lose it."

     "I found it difficult too," Bill replied. "Still, I wanted this to be
a really hot come, so I forced myself to hold off." By this time, the
sexual conversation, plus the touching, had us all hard. Bill's prick
especially was straining against the tape ring, and his shaft skin was so
tightly stretched it looked painful. We quickly finished our coffees and
went into te bedroom, where I'd earlier spread a large towel over the
sheet.

     "I'd better get this tape off," Bill said, grimacing. "It's starting
to hurt."

     "Good thing you used paper tape like we showed you," Jim said. "That
releases easily. Anyway, pain isn't part of the equation. That stuff about
'no pain, no gain,' is just bullshit."

     "If it hurts, you might be making microscopic tears in your skin, and
ending up with scar tissue, which doesn't stretch. That would be
counter-productive," I added. Now Bill's bell-shaped glans was fully
exposed, and Jim observed:

     "It looks a little smoother than it did two weeks ago. You must have
been keeping it covered 24/7." I noticed that a drop of clear lubricant had
parted the long lips of Bill's slit. I felt droplets crawling up my urethra
too, not surprising considering our two weeks of abstinence.

     "I did, and I think it's gotten a little more sensitive," Bill
said. He reached from Jim's prick, leaning down to insert his tongue into
the pucker at the end of the foreskin. Jim's foreskin was being stretched
out by the bulk of Bill's tongue, and I knew he must have reached Jim's
pee-hole and was now probing it.

     "I can taste your lube," Bill said, momentarily removing his
mouth. Then he pushed on his side on the bed and I saw the bulge of his
tongue probing deeper, reaching for the corona. I saw the bulge travel down
one side of Jim's prick, linger at the underside to caress the gee-string,
and then work up the other side to the top again. Now Bill's lips pushed
Jim's foreskin back and his fingers pulled down on the shaft skin,
uncovering the helmet.

     "This'll give you a thrill," Bill said as he held Jim's exposed helmet
between two fingers and blew into the pouting teardrop shaped orifice. Jim
gasped at the sudden sensation, and I saw his hot hard prick twitch in
Bill's hand.

     "Now to get down to business," Bill said as his lips moved to engulf
Jim's glossy purple helmet. My prick was rock-hard, and I was lightly
stroking my hood, resisting the temptation to pump hard and shoot my
juice. My foreskin was very wet inside from the lubricant I'd been steadily
secreting, and a few drops flowed from my foreskin's pucker onto the towel
upon which I sat. Now I eased myself behind Jim, pushing close to him.

     Bill was now giving Jim's prick the killer stroke. As his lips moved
back, he pumped Jim's foreskin up to follow them, right to the end of his
glans. Then he started to push his lips forward again, pulling the foreskin
back to clear the way. This double stimulation, coupled with two weeks'
abstinence, was bringing Jim rapidly to the peak. I reached over to cup
Jim's tight scrotum, pressing my fingertips lightly into the urethra behind
it, so that I'd feel the first pulse of his ejaculation.

     Jim's breathing had become rapid and shallow, and now he began to moan
lightly as his sensations quickly mounted. His eyes closed, and I knew he'd
be flying in seconds. I felt the tension in his body and waited for the
magic moment.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Jim cried out as I felt the sharp pulse in his
urethra behind his balls, and I knew his first blast was shooting into
Bill's mouth. Jim's body jerked against mine, telling me he was having one
of those enthralling full-body orgasms, with two weeks' worth of sperm
discharging from his straining prick. I almost came right then because I
was so caught up in it.  Bill's prick, with its exposed bell-shaped glans
was dribbling steadily, releasing a flow of clear viscous lubricant onto
the towel.

     Jim cried out helplessly as a second spasm shook his tortured body,
writhing in joyful agony, and I felt the heavy pulse as the stream shot up
his urethra. Now he was sobbing heavily as another contraction discharged
more sperm, and another. His body jerked again, and Bill withdrew his
mouth, knowing that Jim's prick was now super-sensitive. Jim's helmet was
glossy dark purple, almost black, standing out proudly at the end of his
shaft, and I saw it throb with two more powerful jets before subsiding into
a dribble. It continued twitching for a few more seconds before it started
to soften. Bill and I waited for Jim's prick to shrink completely, so that
Jim would be able to dock him the way I'd docked Jim before I'd begun
stretching my foreskin to its present length. As we waited we talked:

     "I was so horny this last week I was afraid I'd have a wet dream and
lose it all," Bill told me.

     "I was a bit worried about that too, but it didn't happen," I replied.
"I almost came when Jim started unloading and his body jerked against
mine. He really discharged a lot, seven big streams instead of the usual
five."

     "I was so hot when he started shooting in my mouth I wondered if I'd
lose it right then," Bill confessed.

     "I was cupping his balls, but didn't dare touch you because I didn't
want to push you over the edge," I told him.

     "I'm glad you didn't," Bill admitted. "That would have made me come
for sure." Jim had opened his eyes by now, and his prick was completely
soft, and the shrunken helmet had retreated inside his foreskin.

     "I'm ready to take you now," Jim told Bill as he grasped his foreskin
to spread the opening. Bill positioned himself face to face with Jim and
eased his big bell-shaped glans into the opening, sighing as Jim's
stretched-out hood engulfed it. I sat up, apart from them, as I felt that
if I was in contact with Bill's body, my prick pressed between us, I'd come
when Bill did. I did, however, reach out to cup Bill's tight scrotum and
knead his balls.

     "This doing it for you?" Jim asked as he wrapped his fingers around
his foreskin and stroked it over Bill's big bell.

     "Oh, yeah, I'm in heaven," Bill murmured as Jim's fingers began a
twisting action calculated to intensify the friction. "Just keep doing
that, Jim.  Keep going even when I shoot. My tip doesn't get
super-sensitive like yours." Jim picked up the pace and I saw Bill's eyes
close and his lips pull back in a rictus as his body tensed.

     "Try to stay relaxed, Bill," I urged him. "It'll be more intense if
you take your time getting there." Bill had started thrusting his prick as
Jim speeded up his hot twisting strokes.

     "I can't, I can't," he whispered as tremors ran through his body. My
fingers cupping his balls felt the quivering running through him. He'd been
inside Jim's hood barely 30 seconds and he was on the brink. Now he yelped:

     "OW!  OW! OW! OW!" as I felt the pulse in his urethra behind his
scrotum. A hard spasm shook his body as he shot his first hot stream into
Jim's foreskin, and then he yelped again as his hips bucked. Jim's hood
just covered his flaring corona, and I saw it bulge with the pressure of
Bill's discharges as a few drops of white cream leaked from the edge. The
heavy chlorine odor of Bill's sperm filled the air as his body rocked and
he blasted another load into Jim's hood. I felt more drops of natural lube
crawling up my tube as I watched, and was careful not to touch my prick to
avoid losing my load.

     Bill's head was thrown back and his mouth was open, taking in deep
rasping breaths as he convulsed again, shooting another stream of hot cream
to distend Jim's tightly stretched foreskin. The excess was pouring out
between Jim's hood and Bill's ridge, falling onto the towel between them. I
could feel every pulse of his urethra in my fingertips as the root of his
prick pumped out each ejaculation.  I was certain that if anyone had
touched my prick then I would have blasted off in reflex. As it was, my
long foreskin nipple was dripping clear viscous fluid onto the towel.

     Bill cried out again, caught up in the sweet agony of his shattering
orgasm, as his urethra pulsed with another hot torrent. His tube pulsed
again, and then he stopped thrusting, pulling back out of Jim's
cream-filled hood as drops of sperm dribbled from his long slit. Now he lay
very still, overcome by the daze that follows orgasm. He flopped onto his
back, prick flat against his abdomen, oozing sperm into his pubic hairs. I
watched his prick soften and shrink as the blood drained from it, grateful
that watching his climax had not driven me into orgasm, hot as I was.  A
minute or two passed, and then I heard Jim's voice:

     "Jack...."  I looked up to see Jim on his knees before me, his
erection coated with Bill's cream, pointing at me. "That made me so hot,
Jack. I need to go again.  Just dock me...." I blew into his pouting
pee-hole as Bill had done and then we moved to the side and lay face to
face. I grasped the end of my long foreskin nipple, holding it open to let
Jim slide his big helmet inside it.  After two weeks' abstinence, Jim
really needed a second climax to drain him. I began stroking him and I felt
the front dome of his hot hard helmet thrusting against mine, and when I
began twisting my foreskin, the tickle began in my tip. In an instant, it
changed to a hot tingle, and I knew I was going to unload.

     I cried out helplessly as the first torrent shot up my urethra, its
heat searing my tube as my body convulsed. A second later, Jim yelped
loudly and I felt his stream against the front of my glans, mixing with my
discharge and swirling around my flaring ridge. We both shot again, and
again, my shots producing a burning sensation as they gushed up my prick. I
was aware only of our pricks throbbing against each other as the
mind-numbing orgasm swept through me. I don't know how many discharges I
had, but finally it was over and I pulled back, my hot tip super-sensitive,
and I lay very still. My eyes were closed, and I sank into my daze. Some
time later, we'd all roused ourselves, still relaxed from the after-shocks
of our orgasms, feeling fulfilled and sated.

     "That was so hot," Bill remarked. "It felt like my jizz was burning
when I came."

     "Me too," I added. "It felt like I was shooting hot lava."

     "Jack, you came first," Jim said, "But that first shot of yours went
right into my hole, and a second later I was coming too."

     "He shot down your tube?" Bill asked.

     "Yeah," Jim replied. "You know the way our holes pout, and mine must
have been lined up with his when he came. That made me come too. The cream
he shot into me was so hot, and I was a goner then."

     "Oh, I thought I was going to make him come by mouth," Bill
added. "You got hot again so fast, Jim, I guess you really needed to drain
your tanks again." I noticed that Bill's prick had become larger as he
spoke.

     "Looks like you need another one yourself," I observed. "You're
getting hard again." Bill reached over to roll the nipple of my long
foreskin between thumb and forefinger.

     "I bet you're ready for another one too," he said as he pulled gently
on my nipple, stretching it out and making my prick swell in
response. "After two weeks without coming, we're all ready for a second
round." I knew he was right, as I felt my arousal surging. His fingers
worked their magic on my intact prick, which quickly surged to full
erection, and I held the foreskin open for him to slide his beautiful
bell-head inside.

     "Maybe we can do it like two weeks ago," he said. "If I can come first
and shoot down your tube, you'll really blast a load." I felt him thrusting
his front dome hard against mine as I worked my hood over his glans,
pressing hard to give him good friction. As this was the second orgasm for
each of us, we did not have the hair-trigger reaction of the first time,
when our tanks were almost overflowing with two weeks' sperm. Still, we
were very aroused, and each caress, each throb, was intensely pleasurable
for us.

     Our balls were tight against our bodies, and we were further
stimulated by the aroma of fresh sperm that filled the air after our first
discharges. Jim crawled over behind me and reached down to cup my scrotum,
gently kneading my orbs.  A couple of minutes of this combined stimulation
had me ready to shoot again, and I felt additional blood flowing into my
helmet to make it flare out in its final swelling. A shapt tickle started
in my rim, and then amplified to a hot tingle.



     "My tip's tingling," I murmured as the sensations built up in my glans
and then exploded, shooting down my shaft to launch the heavy pounding in
the root.  The first torrent of hot lava shot up my tube just as Bill
pressed his front dome against mine. I heard him yelp and then felt his
glans throb hard against mine, discharging a gush of hot fluid that coated
my helmet. I felt another contraction deep inside, and another gush of hot
fluid that seared my urethra and shot out all over Bill's throbbing front
dome, its volume distending my foreskin.

     We were both writhing, crying out helplessly as the shattering spasms
swept through our straining bodies, and we released more gushes that
swirled around our engorged tips. We felt each other's glans throbs
clearly, and this added to the stimulation, as we knew exactly what the
other was feeling. Hot white sperm leaked from the end of my foreskin,
which was tightly stretched over Bill's high flaring corona, filling the
air with the characteristic chlorine odor and dripping onto the towel.

     Now My tip became overly sensitive and I stopped stroking, releasing
my foreskin and pulling back to expose Bill's still-throbbing glans. I
wrapped my fingers around its lubricated contours and twisted to enhance
his sensations, and watched another strong jet shoot from his long slitted
meatus onto my foreskin.  My prick continued to throb but I knew I was
merely dribbling now, the major force of my orgasm spent. The tension left
our bodies and we relaxed, enjoying the daze of the afterglow. I heard
Jim's voice:

     "That was really hot! You guys were really noisy when you blew your
loads. If I hadn't already come twice I'd be hard again." Bill and I opened
our eyes and looked at each other. Bill whispered:

     "Your first load shot down my hole. I didn't think it was possible,
but our tips were pressed together so hard the stream forced my slit open."
I was surprised to hear this, as I'd thought that only Jim and I could
accept the other's load because of our pouting orifices. Still, I could
understand that if our holes were perfectly aligned at the moment of
discharge, my forceful stream could batter its way through Bill's tight
slit and shoot down his urethra.

     "That was wonderful, Bill," I acknowledged. We'll have to get together
next week for more fun. Right now, we'd better shower to flush ourselves
and get you taped up again. You need to keep your precious head covered to
get more sensitivity."

Continued in Part 15