Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 09:56:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 20, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 20
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Jim and I graduated high school with high grade point averages, and
went on to law school. After graduating law school and passing our bar
exams, we decided not to join our father's firm, but started up on our own
as partners, specializing in business law. We also began a serious search
to replacing Jim's foreskin.

     We consulted a couple of plastic surgeons in town who laughed at
us. We did meet one man, Gus, who was about 40. He had had his foreskin
reconstructed by plastic surgery in another state, and his appraisal of the
procedure was discouraging:

     "The doctor used scrotal skin to construct my new foreskin," he
began. He'd come to our house and we'd undressed for a show and tell. "You
can see how the end of my penis is reddish and hairy like my scrotum." He
pointed to his tapered foreskin. "It doesn't look natural ay all. Also,
skin grafting cuts the nerves. My new foreskin is numb, with no erotic
sensations at all. The surgery also left some very visible scars."

     "Did you get more sensitivity in the tip, with it being covered?" Jim
asked.  Gus pulled back on his foreskin, revealing a glossy strawberry
shaped glans.

     "Oh, I did, all right. With it being constantly covered and moist, my
glans lost its dry leathery look and you can see the result. That was the
main benefit. Still, my new foreskin doesn't look as good as your
brother's. It'll never look natural."

     "Why did you have plastic surgery, then?" I asked.

     "I had it a few years ago, and thought it was the only way to go. I
didn't know about skin stretching then."

     "Skin stretching?" Jim asked.

     "Yes, stretching. Nobody gets plastic surgery any more. That's costly
and dangerous.  Too many complications. Instead, they stretch the remaining
shaft skin so that it eventually covers the glans." He reached for Jim's
prick, sliding the shaft skin back and forth. "You had a good
circumcision." Jim's face tightened, as he did not consider his
circumcision "good." I easily understood that. Gus lifted Jim's prick to
see the underside and went on:

     "The doctor left you a lot of slack and didn't cut your
gee-string. You're better off than I was. He doctor who did me totally
removed my frenulum and did a tight cut with a Gomco Clamp, which left a
thick brown scar ring. You've got hardly any scar." Gus lifted his prick
with his left hand to show us the triangular groove on the underside of his
glans, where his frenulum had been.  His right hand had been sliding Jim's
shaft skin up to compress his corona, and Jim's prick was now half hard. So
was Gus's.

     "Since you've got a lot of slack, you're ahead of the game. You'll
need to stretch a lot to cover that big glans of yours." I felt Jim's hand
clasping my prick, moving my foreskin back and forth. He'd always thought
my foreskin fascinating, and now he made no move to feel Gus's foreskin,
which was frankly unattractive. However, I was curious and wanted to feel
how a reconstructed foreskin felt different from my natural one.

     "Can I feel how yours slides?" I asked Gus.

     "Be my guest," he replied with a smile. I grasped Gus's foreskin and
worked it up and down his now erect prick. It felt thicker than mine, and
less supple. I pushed it all the way down, revealing his rounded corona,
which didn't flare as mine and Jim's did, and I saw a drop of clear liquid
part the lips of his long slit. Gus had worked Jim's prick to erection, and
mine was now hard from Jim's caresses.

     "You two really are identical twins, right down to the shape of the
glans," Gus commented as he looked at my now bare helmet. "You've both got
that attractive helmet shape, with upturned coronas, and your slits are
open, like teardrops. That's really sexy. Mine's the strawberry or
arrowhead type."

      "I'd like to see how you shoot," I told Gus. "We're all hard and need
to get off."

     "Okay, but since I'm older than you, I don't ejaculate as
forcefully. I gush or dribble rather than shoot." he replied. "You do me
while Jim's doing you. Meanwhile, let me get my jar of Albolene. It's great
for lubricating cut guys because it doesn't dry out." He broke away from me
to retrieve a small jar from his coat pocket. He dipped two fingers into it
and began spreading the jelly-like lubricant over Jim's circumcised
glans. Jim sighed in delight at the sensation.

     "I thought I'd better bring this along. Taking with guys about
foreskin restoration always gets us all hard, Albolene's really nice," Gus
explained. "It's oil-based, but really thin when it warms up, and you get
terrific sensations with it." He was now caressing Jim's prick in full
strokes, from base to tip, twisting his fist over Jim's prominent
ridge. Jim continued to stroke my foreskin in long strokes, baring my
helmet and then covering it completely on the up-stroke while I was doing
the same to Gus's prick.

     "We're really in tune," Gus commented. "Our scrotums are tight against
our bodies." His slit continued to seep natural lubricant, cushioning the
friction as I slipped his hood up and down his tip.

     "I want you to go first, Jack," Jim said to me.

     "Jim really gets off handling my foreskin," I explained to Gus. "It
turns him on because he imagines it's his prick uncut."

     "I find it arousing too, just watching him stroke your foreskin," Gus
replied. "Go ahead. I'll enjoy watching you shoot." Jim was now pumping my
hood faster, and I felt the excitement building inside me.

     "Your tip's getting harder," I said to Gus. "I can feel it through the
skin. It's also gotten darker."

     "So is yours, Jack. Are you getting that tickle yet?" A tickle had
just begun in my corona, and I nodded. "You'll be shooting any second,
then," he said. My eyes closed as I withdrew from the outside world into my
body, my attention focused on the compelling sensations in my prick.

     "Jack's trying to stay relaxed to make it last longer," Jim told
Gus. "I'll pump the cream from his cock in a few seconds anyway. Just
watch." Jim twisted my foreskin around my flaring ridge several times,
sending hot sparks of sensation into my swollen helmet. "When he starts to
come, I'll pull his skin all the way down to let him shoot high into the
air. You can put the fingers of your other hand on his tip to feel how hard
it throbs." As Jim twisted my foreskin again, I felt the familiar hot
tingle in my rim and I grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as the first jet of sperm exploded from my
pouting orifice.  Jim snapped my foreskin down, putting tension on my
gee-string, and another rush of hot lava burned its way up my tube as I
felt Gus's fingers lightly gasping my throbbing helmet. My body shuddered
hard as the third discharge slammed through my pouting piss-lips and I
cried out again as the sweet agony flooded my body. I was sobbing in
ecstasy as the hot fury of the orgasm surged through my body. My rock-hard
prick strained and throbbed as another flood of hot sperm shot high into
the air. I felt the light friction as Gus's fingertips caressed my pounding
helmet, drawing another torrent of fluid from deep inside me. Now I lay
still, drained and spent, and my body began to relax. I felt Jim's gentle
fingers pull my hood over my glans and then he ran a fingertip up the
underside of my shaft to milk it.

     A couple of minutes later I began to rouse myself from my daze. My
hand had dropped from Gus's prick, but he was still hard and his balls were
still tight against his body. His attention was focused on Jim's helmet,
which he was still stroking lightly. I grasped Gus's prick and resumed
stroking his foreskin in long strokes as he commented:

     "Your sperm smells like chlorine. I guess your brother's has the same
smell."

     "That's right," I said. "We are identical twins." I continued working
his foreskin up and down in long strokes and he said:

     "Since my glans became more sensitive I've noticed that my orgasms are
more intense. I get more sensation both before and during orgasm. Before my
restoration, I'd stroke right through orgasm and even afterward, but now my
glans becomes super-sensitive during orgasm, as I think yours does too," he
told me.

     "Right," I confirmed. "I think you took your fingers off my helmet
after I'd shot a few loads."

     "I did, but I think I'll be able to stroke Jim's glans all the way
through."  I nodded and picked up the pace on Gus's foreskin, sensing the
tension that was building in his body. Gus was still running his fingertips
over Jim's helmet bringing forth sighs of delight, and I knew that Jim's
orgasm would be more intense after viewing both Gus and I shooting.

     "Your tip's turned darker red," I said as I continued to stroke his
rebuilt foreskin. He'd said that the new hood was numb, but it was clear
that the strawberry shaped glans inside it was not. On the contrary, it
seemed to respond very well to my stimulation. Gus's breathing became
shallow and more rapid, and I knew he was close. Clear lubricant was
steadily seeping from his slit, making his tip very slippery.

     "When you start coming I'll skin you all the way back and work on your
tip with my fingers, so we can see how high you shoot." I saw his eyes
close and his hands dropped away from Jim's prick as he withdrew into
himself for the impending orgasm. His prick felt hot in my hand as I
stroked him to the final moment.

     "AAAHHHHHH!"  We heard him cry out as his prick throbbed hard in my
hand. I pulled down sharply on his foreskin as the first jet bubbled from
his slit to dribble over his throbbing tip and my encircling fingers. As
Gus was older than we were, his gushes weren't as powerful. I rubbed his
wet, slippery glans with the fingertips of my left hand to continue the
stimulation and he cried out again as his straining body shuddered in the
throes of orgasm and another hot jet gushed through the lips of his slit. I
felt another hard throb in his glans as another torrent of sperm poured out
of his orifice. Gus was totally caught up in the frenzy of his orgasm, and
Jim and I watched avidly as a fourth gush of cream came through his
meatus. His hips bucked, his prick jerked in my fist, and a fifth load of
white juice gushed out to dribble down his prick and my fingers.

     Now I stopped stroking his glans but kept his foreskin tightly back,
aware that he be getting too sensitive. A couple of weak gushes bubbled
from his slit, and then he was just oozing. The tension left his body as I
milked his urethra, catching the last drops in a paper towel before pulling
his restored foreskin up to protect the glans.

     "That was really hot. Thanks," Gus said as he opened his eyes a couple
of minutes later. "I told you my orgasms have been more intense since I had
that new foreskin put on my penis." Now he reached for Jim's prick, which
was still hard, held the shaft with his left hand and resumed running the
fingertips of his right hand over Jim's circumcised helmet.

     "Now It's your turn, Jim," he said as he resumed the delicate
fingertip caresses on the well-lubricated tip. "I bet you shoot as much as
your brother." Jim was fully primed for the stimulation that would bring
him over the top, and I saw drops of clear lubricant seeping from his
teardrop orifice. I reached down to cup Jim's balls, pressing my fingertips
lightly into the skin behind his scrotum, where I'd feel the first throb of
his orgasm.

     "You've got a beautiful big glans, Jim," Gus murmured as he continued
stroking.  "I'm sure they look at you hard in the locker room. Now all you
have to do is stretch your shaft skin into a foreskin like your
brother's. Your glans will get soft and glossy and become sensitive like
his. You'll even have sensation in your foreskin, which I don't."

     "Wow, Jim," I exclaimed. I see the color change in your helmet."

     "His glans is harder now," Gus told me. "It's lost its spongy
feel. He's right on the edge. He'll be ejaculating right through that
pouting meatus." I sensed Jim's body tightening as his excitement neared
the peak and his eyes closed. The fingertip stroking was bringing him along
more slowly than the twisting strokes I usually gave him, but with a longer
build-up his climax would be more intense. Jim's jaw clenched and I felt a
hard pulse in the urethra behind his sac.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" he bellowed loudly as the first torrent of sperm
blasted through the pouting lips, shooting a couple of feet into the
air. Gus's eyes were riveted on Jim's throbbing helmet as he continued to
stroke it, around the ridge and then underneath, strumming the
gee-string. Jim's hips bucked as he thrust his prick upward, reaching for
more sensations, and another strong gush erupted from his blunt tip. He
cried out again as Gus's fingertips tortured his helmet, bringing forth
another hot jet that sailed high in the air on its trajectory. Jim's
straining body was shuddering uncontrollably as the hot frenzy of his
orgasm ripped through him.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" Jim grunted loudly As Gus continued to send hot
sparks of sensation into his prick, making him spew another stream of
cream. The aroma of chlorine filled the air as Jim's prick throbbed again
and spit another gush.  Now Gus wrapped his fist around Jim's flaring
helmet and twisted hard, making Jim cry out helplessly as the sensations
overwhelmed him. Another ejaculation erupted from his helmet as Gus
continued to twist his fist around it.

     Now Jim's face was still contorted, but only a few drops of viscous
white liquid bubbled up through his orifice. He was coming down off his
high and his body began to relax.

     "He had a hot orgasm," Gus commented. "Watching us come heightened his
excitement and made it more intense."

     "It sure did," I affirmed. As we sat watching Jim until he opened his
eyes, I milked his urethra to expel the residue.

     "Thanks, Gus," he said. "You really gave me a good one, the way your
massaged my cock, especially the tip."

     "Glad to do it," Gus acknowledged. "Now you can start thinking about
stretching your skin for a new foreskin. Your beautiful glans should be
covered and protected so that it'll get moist and glossy again. After a
year or two you'll look perfectly natural, as if you'd never been
circumcised. As for you, Jack, you can use the same techniques to stretch
your foreskin for more length, That way you'll be able to dock Jim. All you
need is more length, as your foreskin's already wide enough to accommodate
your glans and his is a twin of yours."

     "We can work on it together," I said. "Jim and I do a lot of things
together, and this will be a new project for us. I'd like to see him with a
foreskin, and I'd love to have enough length to dock him. When we were
pre-teens, I could dock him, but then our helmets grew out to full
size. Now I can stretch my skin only about part way up his tip when he's
hard."

     "I know a few guys who've restored by stretching, and who are willing
to talk about it. I'll give you their names and phone numbers so that you
can get together.  I can tell you about stretching in a general way, but
they have actual experience and can fill in details that I can't."

     Let's take a shower now," I suggested. "Jim's going to need soap to
get that Albolene off his prick. Just rinsing will do it for us. I guess
you don't use soap on your prick, do you, Gus?"

     "No, I never do," he said as we stepped into the shower and I turned
on the water. I'm sure you don't either. Soap is irritating to my tender
glans."  As the hot water flowed over our pricks, we all released our
streams of urine.

     "Good thing we had full bladders," I remarked. "They increased the
tension in our bodies and made our orgasms more intense."

     "Now we're flushing out the last residue," Gus added. "We won't have
sperm oozing out into our underwear." Jim soaped up his prick, while Gus
and I pulled our foreskins down to cover our tips. When we were totally
rinsed off, we turned off the water and dried ourselves.

     "Thanks for coming by, Gus," I said. "Now we've got a start on getting
Jim's hood back, and I'll try to get more length on mine."

The end.