Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 12:28:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 7, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 7
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

              Six more months passed, and during that time we'd passed our
24th birthday. Jim and I had gained a bit more length and were happy with
our progress. Jim now had a tight pucker at the end, so his slit was no
longer in view when he was limp. I'd gained another quarter-inch length,
still not enough to dock him, as his glans was as large as mine.

              Jim was now using the intermediate Second Skin cone, and I
had graduated to the longest size. We'd given the shortest one to Gary, as
he'd gained some length taping and wanted to continue. Gary had mentioned
that he had a friend, Charlie, who was curious about restoration and wanted
to meet us and see our progress. Charley came over one Saturday afternoon
and we all stripped down for a show-and-tell. Jim and I took off our cones
to show him the results. He picked up one of the cones and said:

              "That's clever, a depression at the back end to fit over the
tip. I bet that makes it more comfortable to wear."

              We saw Charley had a tightly cut prick, and a medium-size
bullet-shaped glans, round at the end and coming back to a rim that did not
flare.

              "One of these would fit you, Charley, once you had enough
length," I said. "At first, you don't even have to bring the slack skin to
the end, just tape it as far up the cone as it'll go and staill be
comfortable."

              "You're not cut and you've got a lot of skin, Jack," he
said. "Why are you doing this?

              "I want to get enough length so I can dock Jim," I explained.

              "You can do that?" Charley asked skeptically. "I've heard
about it, but I've never been docked, and in fact most of my experiences
were with guys who were cut. How long does it take to grow the skin back?"

              "Anywhere from one to three years, depending on the size of
the head, how consistent you are, and how tightly you were cut," Jim
replied. "You were cut pretty tight, and it could take three years or maybe
more." We were all becoming aroused by the discussion, and our pricks were
swelling. Mine filled out to almost the end of my hood, leaving a short
nipple at the end. Jim's had expanded enough so that the orifice had
widened over the front of his glans, showing his pouting meatus. Charley
was hard and his slit remained tightly closed.

              "I don't know if I could keep at it that long," Charley
said. His eyes were fixed on Jim's erection. "Jim, you've got a nice hole
there, not many guys are like that. I'd like to stick my tongue into it, if
you don't mind."

              "Not at all, Charley," Jim replied. "We always get hot
talking about our cocks and our foreskins." We went into the bedroom, where
Jim lay down and Charley lay facing him in a classic "69" position. I took
a couple of buddy sleeves and a bottle of Astroglide from the bedside
table.

              "You know what PRINCETON is?" I asked Charley.

              "Yeah, you put it between my legs. I've done that before." I
poured some Astroglide into one sleeve and slipped between Charley's
thighs. He asked me:

              "Doesn't all that skin covering the head get in the way?"

              "Not at all," I replied. "When I push in the buddy sleeve
pushes my foreskin back and it locks behind my rim. My head's bare inside
the sleeve."

              "I'm going to use the other buddy sleeve on you," I said as I
lubricated it and slipped it over Charley's erection. I twirled it on his
penis to spread the lubricant and began stroking him slowly. He sighed and
I began pumping between his thighs, slowly. Jim was watching me stroke
Charley, as his prick was inches from his face.

              "Do you have a big hole like Jim?" Charley asked me.

              "Yes I do. We're identical twins, alike in every way."

              "Well, Jim was circumcised," Charley said. "You're not all
that alike."

              "Our mother had that done so she could tell us apart," Jim
said in a disgusted tone.  "We were alike when we were born."

              "Identical twins are exact duplicates in every way, except
for our fingerprints," I said.  "We checked them and found that they're
different."

              "Thi is a first for me," Charley said. "Two cockheads,
identical right down to the big hole in front and big rim in back."

              "Now you can start on Jim." Charley grasped Jim's prick at
the end and pushed his foreskin back to lock behind his rim. It was clear
that he'd had little experience with intact men, as he didn't seem to know
how to handle a foreskin except to push it out of the way. His lips wrapped
around Jim's helmet.

              "That tongue feels really nice, pushing into my slit," Jim
said. He sighed a couple of times. Charley's fingers tickled the hairs on
Jim's scrotum lightly, adding to hs sensations. My right arm was over him,
stroking the sleeve over Charley's prick, and my left was under him,
letting me reach his scrotum to tickle his hairs. Meanwhile, I kept up the
slow steady pumping between his thighs. I didn't want to come too quickly,
as I knew his prick was less sensitive than mine.

              Charley started moving his head back and forth, his lips
caressing Jim's swollen helmet from rim down to the front dome in long
strokes calculated to draw the orgasm from his body. I was sure that he
didn't know how much sensitivity Jim had regained since his glans became
covered again, and would be surprised at Jim's quick response. I could see
Jim's body tensing, and his scrotum drawing up tightly. Jim's breathing was
shallow and rapid now, as he approached the point of no return. Charley
must have run his teeth down the broad upper surface of Jim's helmet, for
he yelped loudly:

              "YAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"  he cried out as the first wave of his
orgasm overtook him. Jim's hips bucked, thrusting his throbbing prick
deeper into Charley's mouth. Jim was definitely having a full-body orgasm,
although I'd drained him two days before. He cried out again as his hips
bucked, and I heard Charley groan as he struggled to swallow while
caressing Jim's engorged glans with his lips. Charley was good at this, as
he swallowed Jim's copious streams without spilling a drop.

              Jim's eyes were tightly shut and I knew that his entire focus
was on the glowious sensations in his prick. He shuddered again and I knew
he'd shot another hot stream into Charlie's mouth. He cried out again, his
fifth discharge, and I knew his prick would be too sensitive by now.

              "Charley, take your mouth off Jim's prick. The head's too
sensitive now." Charley drew his head back, and I saw Jim's dark purple
glans, wet and glossy, standing free and exposed, a thin seepage emerging
from his pouting meatus. "You can lick the residue, Charley," I said. "That
won't bother him." Charley's tongue-tip flicked out, catching the droplets
as they leaked from Jim's teardrop hole.

              "Man, he really came fast," Charley exclaimed. "I've hardly
seen anybody unload that fast."

              "That's one of the nice things about having a foreskin," I
explained. "The head's a lot more sensitive than on a cut guy. You're used
to doing cut guys, so you didn't expect this."

              "Are you going to come that fast too?" he asked.

              "No.  I'm gong slowly, so that we'll come together. It'll be
more enjoyable that way." Jim's prick was beginning to sag as he lost his
erection, and I saw the tension leaving his body. His foreskin was still
locked behind his ridge, and now his exposed glans came to rest on the bed
sheet. "Can you reach up and slide Jim's foreskin down over his tip?" I
asked Charley. He gently grasped the fleshy collar behind Jim's corona and
pulled, easing the foreskin down until Jim's helmet was completely
encased. During all this, I'd kept stroking Charley's prick with the
sleeve. Now I gave it a twist.

              "I'm sure that feels good on your prick," I said.

              "Oh, yeah, really nice," he replied. We were in close
contact, and I felt the tension build in hs body. "Is your dick going to
get super-sensitive like Jim's?" he asked.

              "Yes it will, but don't worry about that," I told him. "After
I've come, I'll just stop pumping." I increased the pace on his prick. "Is
that better?"

              "Oh, yeah, it feels good when you go faster. That buddy
sleeve's a good idea. The ribs inside it are really doing a job on me." I
knew that the buddy sleeve was intensely stimulating, because the circular
ribs on the inner surface bumped and compressed the nerve endings, as well
as providing friction. I was feeling the same sensations he was, especially
as they compressed my corona.

              I'm going to go faster now," I said. "The friction's going to
create some heat and that makes it more erotic," I explained.

              "Oh, I like it when I feel the heat of friction on my cock,"
he responded. I was still pumping my prick into the sleeve at the same
measured pace, our legs intertwined, but now I felt a drop of lubricant
crawling up my urethra.

              "Do you get much pre-come?" I asked.

              "No, never did. I always have to use lube for sex." I wasn't
surprised. Cut guys secrete less than intact ones, and I was concerned that
too much lubricant would soften the sensations for him. I wanted him to
feel all that the sleeve could provide instead of having the friction
masked by excessive lubricant.

              "Okay, you're all set, then," I said. "Now we'll go for it."
I picked up the pace even more, and as we were very close together, I felt
the tension mount in his body.  I was going to bring him close, and as soon
as I felt he was on the plateau, I'd pump faster between his thighs so that
our orgasms synchronized. I felt his scrotum tighten against his body and
knew this was having an effect on him.

              "Ahhhh, that feels so good," he exclaimed as the sensations
reached deep inside him.  His breathing became shallow and rapid, as Jim's
had, and I knew he was within reach of his orgasm. With the sleeve between
my fist and his prick, I couldn't feel if he was in his final hardness or
if his glans had expanded, but I felt sure he was close. Now I pumped his
prick as fast as I could and stepped up my thrusting.

              "Do you get a tickling in you rim when you get close?" I
asked.

              "Yeah, and I'm getting it now," he whispered. My abdomen was
slapping against his buttocks with each thrust, jerking his body, adding to
the excitement. I let go of his scrotum and pressed my hand against his
abdomen, pulling him towards me with every thrust. Now my breathing was
rapid too, and I knew we were within seconds of the moment of glorious
release. My glans was in its final swelling, aching for release.

              "Any second, now," I murmured. "I'm getting that tickle too."
I thrust hard and whispered: "I'm getting a tingle now." I was also feeling
the heat of friction in my helmet.

              "Me too," he grunted as I felt the first shock wave go
through his body. He cried out in blissful agony and his thighs tightened
on my prick as I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin in the root of my
prick. My eyes closed and I cried out helplessly as the first burning jet
seared its way up my urethra, shooting out through my distended meatus. Our
bodies strained against each other as we discharged our second loads
together, grunting hard at the joyful sensations that numbed our minds and
sent us into pure bliss. My entire world consisted of his body and mine,
struggling together as we unloaded our sperm. The aroma of chlorine filled
the air as our ecstatic grunts and moans filled the room.

              Charley was bucking his hips as well, thrusting his prick
deeper into the sleeve enveloping his prick, reaching for more sensations
to trigger another spasm. We slammed together as our pricks discharged
simultaneously, moaning helplessly, totally captivated by our throbbing
pricks. His legs were trembling, as were mine, and I knew that if we'd been
standing our knees would have buckled.

              I grunted hard as another load of hot lava burned up my tube
and Charley let go another at the same moment. I gave his prick another
twist to enhance his orgasm, and he responded with a cry and a throb just
as my prick jerked with another ejaculation.

              I stopped thrusting because my glans was becoming too
sensitive, but kept up the friction on his prick. He gasped and moaned a
couple of times and then said:

              "Enough, enough, I'm finished." We lay there and I hugged him
tightly to me, enjoying the mutual contentment as our bodies relaxed and we
sank into the daze of the afterglow. I rolled onto my back, pulling my
prick out of the buddy sleeve. Jim reached over and pulled my long hood
forward to cover the softening glans that was covered in a mixture of
Astroglide, natural lubricant, and my creamy discharges.

              After a couple of minutes, Charley rolled over, pushed my
foreskin back, and took my prick into his mouth. His tongue lapped all
around the glans, probing my slit for more cream, caressing the broad upper
surface to lick away the coating, and finally working around my corona.

              "That was tasty, Jack." I didn't want to miss any of it. I
got all of Jim's juice before, and I felt his big head throbbing in my
mouth when he came."

              "I'm glad you got what you wanted," I said.

              "Oh, I really did. You two are a pair of hot guys." Charley's
prick was now limp, and he slid the buddy sleeve off and wiped his prick
with a towel that Jim had handed him.

              "What do you think now?" I asked. "Are you going to go for
restoration?"

              "No, I think it takes too long," he replied. "Anyway, I like
the way my dick looks now, with the head showing. That's what guys always
look at, the shape of the head. If I had skin covering it, it would look
strange to most guys."

              Jim and I said nothing at this revelation. Charley wasn't
interested and we weren't going to push him at all. He started to get
dressed and looked at us.

              "You guys want to go out for a bite to eat?" he asked.

              "Thanks, Charley, but we haven't worked up an appetite yet,"
Jim responded. "You go ahead. We'll fix something here at the house later."
Charley finished dressing and we saw him out. We then got into the shower
to rinse off. After we'd dried ourselves, we changed the sheets and sat
down to talk.

              "Charley really loved sucking on your big helmet, Jim," I
remarked. "He was fascinated by that pouting meatus."

              "Yeah, remember he asked if yours was the same way?"

              "I recall," I answered. "I could see, though, that he really
didn't know how to handle a foreskin."

              "I noticed that," Jim said. "I was surprised when he didn't
try to stretch it out, or tickle it. He just pushed it out of the way."

              "Well, now it's clear that he's not into foreskins," I
said. "He's happy being circumcised, and that's that."

              "Maybe you could dock me in the morning, Jack," Jim
suggested. "I know you don't have enough length yet to take my helmet when
we're both hard, but if I make you come first then we'd have a good chance
of making it work."

              "Let's do that, Jim. I'd really love to feel your helmet
throbbing against mine when you come."

Continued in Part 8