Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 05:43:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 16, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 16
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     The following Saturday morning Bill, Jim, and I were sitting around
the kitchen table drinking coffee. As usual, Bill had doffed his clothes
upon arriving, while Jim and I were already naked. Bill had also removed
the tape ring holding his shaft-skin over his glans, and now it stood
proudly at the end of his erect prick, a collar of wrinkled shaft-skin
bunched behind his flaring ridge. We were all hard, in anticipation of hot
sex to come.

     "Your tip's really glossy now," Jim observed. "I know it has to be
even more sensitive than last time."

     "I've been keeping it covered 24/7," Bill said. "It's gotten even more
sensitive. Maybe soon it'll be as sensitive as your tips."

     "It's certainly as attractive," I said. "Even the Gomco scar behind it
doesn't spoil its beautiful bell-shaped contours, and it's big too."

     "I measured it a few times," Bill said. "Hard, it's 1 7/8" long, and
the same in width."

     "Ours measure the same," Jim told him. "Our heads are almost 1/3 the
length of our cocks, and wider than the shafts."

     "We've got three beautiful lollypops to suck on," Bill replied. "One
of the things we have in common is that we all like big tips. A dick with a
big tip is more attractive."

     "Yeah, and you're really good at giving oral to uncut pricks," I
acknowledged.  "We can see that you just love our big helmets. Now since
we're all hard and ready to go, let's get into the bedroom," I said as I
gulped the last of my coffee.

     "I want you to dock me again, with that long skin," Bill said as he
and I got into a "69" position on the bed. I felt his grasp my long hood at
the end and a second later his lips touched it, blowing into it to inflate
it to a long cylinder. Bill's glans was already bare, so I pressed it at
the top and bottom to part the lips of his long slit, and blew into that. I
heard him sigh loudly at the hot sensation, and then his tongue penetrated
me, probing for my pouting orifice. Now it was my turn to sigh as his
tongue-tip pushed into my pouting slit. His lips pushed my foreskin back,
baring my helmet to the rim, and he blew into my orifice, making my prick
jerk in reflex as I groaned joyfully.

     "Ready to dock?" I asked him, and in reply he shifted his body so that
we were face to face. His big purple bell pressed against my helmet
eagerly, and I slipped my long hood forward to engulf my head and his,
right to the flaring corona. Jim, meanwhile, had been watching us avidly,
slowly stroking his foreskin, and now he spoke:

     "I'm going to give you and extra thrill, Bill. Now that you're inside
my brother's skin I'm going to use a vibrator on the underside of your
cock. Tell me how it feels." Jim had plugged in the powerful AC current
vibrator and snapped on the wedge-shaped head, so as to press into Bill's
urethra on the underside of his shaft. He pushed the sliding switch to LOW.

     "AHHHH!"  I felt Bill's body jerk and his big bell-shaped head
throbbed against mine.  Both our scrotums were already tight, and I felt
that he was passing me in level of excitement. I stroked my foreskin over
both our heads, maintaining a level of stimulation that would bring our
climaxes soon. I felt the vibrations that were coursing through his shaft
and head against mine.

     "This is going to make me come first," Bill whispered. "Maybe I'll
shoot down your hole again." From the corner of my eye I saw that
participating in this sex scene had given Jim a hard-on.

     "Let's see what happens," I told him. "Any way at all will be fine
with me." Now I began twisting my foreskin over Bill's glans, applying the
satisfying sideways friction that always gets quick results. This was also
applying friction to my helmet, blunt nose pressed hard against his. We
were both breathing rapidly in shallow breaths as our excitement mounted.

     Now I felt the vibrations increase in intensity as Jim switched from
LOW to HIGH.  Bill was thrusting his bloated tip against mine and I knew
that the hot sensations in his prick had captured all his attention, all of
his consciousness. He was right on the edge, ahead of me, and I expected
his first blast of sperm any second.

     "HUNH!  HUNH!" he bellowed as his eyes closed, and I felt a gush of
hot cream washing over my helmet with each hard grunt. His glans had pushed
slightly over mine, and the torrents of sperm shot over my rim and into the
deep groove behind it, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into
my prick. These pushed me over the edge as well, and my orgasm launched
after the second round.  I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside me,
and my first gush burned its way up my urethra as I cried out in agonized
bliss. As my glans was slightly under his, my hot stream shot into his
frenular delta. His glans throbbed hard against mine. We were both gushing
uncontrollably, filling my foreskin and distending it as the hot mixture
spread all over our throbbing tips.

     The hot vibrations transmitted by Bill's throbbing glans, the hot
liquid bathing my helmet, and the pulses deep inside me combined to produce
a hot, blazing orgasm that consumed me, a mind-numbing blizzard of
sensations that had my straining body writhing in joyful spasms. Bill and I
were both grunting and moaning, lost in our ecstasies, until my helmet
became excessively sensitive and I stopped stroking. Our tips continued to
throb against each other as our orgasms faded, and finally we were totally
still, dazed by our biological storms. My hand fell away from our pricks,
and I felt my foreskin sliding back off his big bell-shaped glans. I knew
that our cream was seeping out onto the towel under us.

     When I opened my eyes a couple of minutes later I saw Jim watching us,
his prick hard in his fingers, as he slowly slid his foreskin up and down
in a measured pace calculated to maintain his arousal but not push him over
the edge. I milked Bill's urethra, knowing that we'd have to shower to get
it all out. Bill did the same to me, expertly running his finger up the
underside of my prick, and I felt drops of cream part the lips of my
shrunken, slit-like meatus into my foreskin. I knew I'd have to rinse my
helmet and foreskin in the shower to clean out all the residue trapped
inside. Now Bill shifted on the bed and now he gently grasped Jim's prick,
pushing his fingers out of the way as he caressed Jim's foreskin over the
bloated purple helmet.

     "You've got such a beautiful tip," Bill whispered. "I want it in my
mouth." He pushed back on Jim's hood just enough to uncover the blunt nose
of his helmet, and blew on it. Now he placed his mouth close to the pouting
orifice and pursed his lips, sending a stream of hot air down Jim's tube. I
heard Jim sigh in delight as the sensations filled his penis, and saw his
scrotum tighten hard against his body. Bill's fingers closed around Jim's
shaft, pulling the foreskin completely off the head as his tongue probed
Jim's pouting slit.

     Now Bill's lips closed around Jim's high flaring corona, and he began
working his head back and forth, pumping Jim's foreskin in time with his
lips. This was the very effective "killer technique" that he'd used on me
and on Jim during previous encounters, and I knew it would bring Jim's
orgasm quickly, especially if Bill continued to drill the pouting slit with
his tongue as he'd done to mine. As Bill's fist pumped Jim's shaft there
was no room to use the vibrator, but evidently it wasn't necessary. It was
easy to imagine the sweet ache in his engorged glans as it swelled to its
final stretched-out dimensions, and the insistent need to come that
pervaded his prick.

     Jim's breathing had become rapid and shallow, punctuated by gasps as
the sensations continued to flow into his prick. His eyes closed as Bill
began twisting his fist while pumping Jim's foreskin.  I easily imagined
what he was feeling as his prick was a duplicate of mine.  First he'd feel
a tickle in his corona as the foreskin slid sideways over it.  Then he'd
feel a tingle in his slit as Bill's tongue-tip continued to drill it.
Finally, the two sensations would merge, creating a hot tingle that spread
over his glans and then down his shaft to the root.

     "HUNH!  HUNH!HUNH!" Jim cried out as he felt the heavy pounding of
orgasm begin deep inside him. I knew that, with such intense stimulation
and the long time he'd been hard, the first stream would feel like hot lava
burning its way up his urethra. The mind-numbing sensations would focus all
his attention on his throbbing prick as it spewed its discharges into
Bill's eager mouth. Bill was swallowing urgently as his fist twisted and
pumped Jim's straining prick to draw out more sperm.

     Jim's body was shuddering in orgasmic frenzy as he cried out, helpless
in Bill's hands and hot mouth. As I watched I felt my prick stir, although
I'd just drained myself, or so I thought, only minutes before. I noticed
that Bill's prick had also swollen, the glossy tip pushing out of the
collar of skin that enclosed his flaring corona. Now Bill released Jim's
prick, aware that his helmet had suddenly become super-sensitive, and we
watched the last pulses of creamy liquid emerge from his pouting
orifice. As Jim's erection subsided, Bill carefully ran his finger along
the underside to milk out the residue.

     "That was exciting for both of us," he remarked as he noted my
half-erection.  "I'd thought we were totally drained."

     "Apparently not," I agreed. "Still, we'd better wait a bit to recharge
our batteries. Anyway, you're a real expert giving oral to intact guys."

     "I've done a lot of cut guys too," he replied, "Since most guys here
in the States are cut. I did a lot of foreskins in Europe, though. Almost
nobody's cut over there, just religious minorities. I prefer intact guys
like you and Jim, not only because we can dock, but because there's more to
play with. Also, having foreskin makes the dick more sensitive. Some cut
guys have a hard time coming, I've noticed."

     "I'd noticed that too," I said. "I think it's the guys the doctors
butchered, cutting off all of the foreskin, inner lining, and the
gee-string."

     "Yeah, that gee-string's important. I noticed that the doctor who cut
your brother didn't amputate his gee-string. Lucky guy."

     "Yeah," I agreed. "The doctor did a loose cut, leaving as much
foreskin as he could get away with. Our mother wanted one of us cut so she
could tell us apart. She was a real nut case."

     "Well, I like the way Jim was able to stretch his skin. I was always
unhappy about having been cut before I had anything to say about it, but
never was sure I could grow the skin back until I saw Jim's dick. Unless
you look close, he looks perfectly natural. Even with the skin back, the
scar's barely visible.  The head's so smooth, not like the rough dry look
of s cut one."

     "Well, I'm glad we got together, for more reasons than one," I said.

     "When Charley told me about you guys, I didn't know if I could believe
him. Then we got together and I was convinced that if Jim could do it, so
could I." By this time Jim had revived and now he said:

     "Not only did I stretch my skin, but Jack stretched his, so he can
dock either of us with a full erection," Jim added.

     "That long nipple you've got is so sexy, so cute," Bill said,
addressing me.

     Well, keep at it and one day you might end up with a long nipple too,"
I said.  "Right now, that magnificent bell-shaped head nature gave you is a
real turn-on for us. I loved feeling it throb against my helmet while you
were coming."

     "While you were docking me I felt my tip pressed hard against your big
rounded end and I could almost see that pouting slit waiting for me to
shoot my load into it," Bill said. I, too, loved the feeling of our big
front domes pressing hard against each other.

     "Pressing our tips together compressed the nerve endings in both," I
told him.  "That felt really good for both of us, and when I felt your
first load shoot down my hole that set me off. Any time anyone shoots down
my tube it always launches my orgasm."

     "I know why, Jack. Remember when you shot into my hole? That started
me coming right then. It was really intense." Now Jim spoke again:

     "Even when you shot into my skin while my cock was soft, I got a
terrific thrill from feeling your hot cream washing all over my soft
tip. I'd already come, but it was still intense." Our pricks were all
half-hard from the prolonged sexual conversation, tempting us to go for
another round.

     "We could bust our nuts again," I said, "but I think we'll really
enjoy it more if we do it tomorrow morning, when we're rested. Right now,
let's take a shower and go out to eat." The others nodded in agreement, and
we went into the bathroom. After we'd squeezed into the shower, I adjusted
the water to tolerably hot, and skinned my prick back to gain the full
benefit of the stream sluicing over my glans. Jim also skinned bac, his
foreskin locking behind his corona like mine had, while Bill's mostly
exposed prick-head felt the stream right away. As I'd expected, the hot
water stimulated our bladders and we stood watching our yellow streams
pouring down to mix on the floor of the shower. I felt a pleasant tingle
the length of my prick as my urine flushed out the residue of my sperm, and
the satisfied look on my companions' faces showed that they felt the same.

     We didn't have to soap up, as we were merely sweaty, not dirty, and
all I had to do was to work my foreskin all the way back along the shaft so
that the inner lining and the groove behind my glans got thoroughly
rinsed. Jim and I pulled our hoods forward and I turned off the water. We
dried ourselves, and Bill placed a tape ring around his growing foreskin as
he pulled it forward to encase the head.

     We went out to lunch and then Bill left us, promising to be back next
morning.  Back home, Jim told me:

     "Bill gets off on docking, but I bet we can give him a really intense
come using the vibrator. You know I've been molding custom-fitted caps for
it."

     "I know, Jim. Your tried one on me and it gave me terrific sensations,
hitting all sides of my helmet at once. The wedge pressed against the hot
spot under the head is nice, but having the buzzing going into the whole
glans at the same time is really hot."

     "Right, Jack. That cap I used on you was the one I'd made for myself,
and it was a perfect fit on you since our tips are identical twins. Now I
made another cap but with the flange going right down t the bottom, to fit
Bill's bell-shaped tip. I modified it with a tube going through it at the
end, so that when he puts it on the tube will go about a half inch into his
slit. If I connect a rubber bulb and extension tube to it, we can get him
close to orgasm with the vibrator alone, and then just when his tip starts
tingling, I can shoot some hot water down his slit to trigger his orgasm."

     "That sounds like a terrific idea, Jim. We'll ask him to try it
tomorrow. I bet it really drains him. Meanwhile, how about modifying the
one that fits us? I'd like to try it too."

     "I've already done that, Jack. I knew it would turn you on because
I've seen how you react when someone shoots down your hole. When Bill shows
up tomorrow we might even demonstrate it for him before putting it on his
cock."

     "That sounds super! He'll get so hot and horny watching one or both of
us get off that he'll be ready for it when it's his turn."

     "Maybe he'll want us to try it on his cock first," Jim pointed
out. "He might be really impatient when we explain it to him. You know how
horny he was today."

     "So was I," I reminded him. "In fact, I'm half-hard just thinking
about it now."

     "Well, Jack, let's not jump the gn. We want tomorrow to be a really
great day. Let's just have a couple of beers and go to bed." This was a
good idea and we did just that, anticipating an exciting morning.

Continued in Part 17