Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 08:50:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 8, Incest

Twin Brothers, Part 8
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

     Next morning, Jim and I awoke about seven, clustered together with
our piss-hard pricks between us. We had not worn our stretching cones to
bed this time. Our big bulbous helmets bulged through the covering
foreskins, mine completely covered and with a nipple hanging off the end,
and Jim's with a dime sized opening that revealed his pouting orifice. I
felt Jim's warm fingers around my prick, sliding the foreskin back and
forth S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the nerve endings and heightening my arousal.
He kissed me tenderly on the lips and then spoke:

     "Okay, Bro," he murmured. "I'm going to make you blast off so that
you can go soft and dock me. Even with all your skin stretching you've
done there isn't room for two helmets the size of ours in there. Relax
and let me do the work." Jim gently stretched my foreskin out in front of
my prick as far as he could without causing me discomfort, and then
peeled it all the way back behind my helmet to form a fleshy collar
behind the flaring corona. He worked it back and forth this way in slow
strokes, enjoying my obvious responses as I sighed and moaned.

     "I know how to make your foreskin feel good," he said. "I know how
good it feels to have it stretched slowly over that big helmet. I've had
lots of practice." Now he pulled it all the way forward as he slid down
in the bed. I felt his hot breath on my prick and a moment later his lips
clasped the end of my hood. I felt his thick tongue probing inside,
working its way deeper, its bulk S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the nerve endings.
He pulled way for a second and said:

     "Now I'm going to stick my tongue tip into your slit. I know it's
wide open to receive it." His tongue insinuated itself into my foreskin
again, reaching for my pouting orifice. I felt it swipe across the lips
and then plunge inside, tickling my meatus and forcing a loud sigh from
my lips. I saw that, although I hadn't touched Jim's prick, it was still
fully hard, his full bladder and sexual excitement from manipulating my
prick maintaining his erection. I saw a clear drop of lubricant appear to
fill his orifice, and I reached down to spread it around the front dome
of his helmet. Jim gasped at my touch and paused to say:

     "My tip's become really sensitive since I've got it covered again.
Okay, now I'm going to go a little deeper," as he returned to my prick
and pushed his tongue down across the broad upper surface of my glans. I
felt his tongue tip probe for my flaring corona, working down around its
contours and strumming my frenulum underneath. Then his tongue worked up
the other side, caressing the back face of my corona and the groove
behind it, rich in nerve endings.

     "That feels so good," I murmured. "You're really getting me hot."

     "That's the idea, Bro. I want you to get hot, and then I'll have
your load. I can tell you're hot because your balls are tight against
your body." He continued to stroke my foreskin as he spoke, adding to my
excitement. "Your tip's lost its spongy feel and is really hard and
swollen now." I reached down to cup his scrotum and found it tightly
contracted against his body.

     His tongue plunged once more into my foreskin, caressing my nerve
endings as he worked it all around the glans, hitting the twin lobes of
my corona where they meet underneath and then working up one side of my
helmet, across the top, and down the other side. Now he was probing the
deep groove behind my corona again, and his lips began pushing my
foreskin back to bare my glans. I felt his fingers pulling my shaft skin
back, dragging the foreskin with it, until it snapped down into the
groove and locked behind my rim.

     "Bro, your tip's gotten darker now. The back of your rim's almost
black, it's swollen so much." His lips were caressing my glans as his
tongue again probed my teardrop shaped orifice, sending delicious
sensations into me. I felt the tension building inside me , and knew that
he'd draw the orgasm from my shuddering body within seconds. Jim's
skillful tongue work on my foreskin and glans was having its inevitable
effect.

     Ooooooooohh," I sighed loudly and Jim's fingers and tongue sent hot
sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my prick, making the nerve
endings sing. Now a new sensation filled my corona. "I'm getting a tickle
in my rim," I said.

     "Seconds, Brother, just seconds to go," he murmured as his fingers
flipped my hood back and forth, caressing and compressing my flaring rim
and pushing me towards the brink. His tongue probed my pouting orifice as
his lips rotated around my rim, and the tickle changed to a hot tingle.
My eyes closed and my world became centered in my quivering prick.

     "Here I go," I whispered as the world teetered and the first urgent
spasm gripped the root of my prick. Hot sperm poured out into my urethra
and burned its way to the end, where it slammed through the pouting lips
of my slit into Jim's waiting mouth. I felt him swallowing as another hot
jet coursed its way up my straining prick to coat his tongue and palate.
Now his tongue probed my orifice again as he pumped my foreskin up to
bump my corona, triggering another contraction that delivered the next
jet. I felt his teeth scrape the broad upper surface of my helmet and I
shuddered again in a full-body orgasm. The tension in my bladder
reinforced the sensations and more cream blasted into my urethra to erupt
into his mouth. Suddenly my helmet became too sensitive.

     Jim sensed this and he stopped stroking my hood and removed his
mouth from my glans. I felt a few more contractions, but now I was merely
seeping. I felt him lick the residue from my meatus as he ran a fingertip
up the underside of my shaft, milking my urethra. Drained, I began to
relax, sinking into the daze of contentment that follows a hot climax. We
lay still for a couple of minutes, my fist around Jim's prick, confirming
that he was still rock-hard.

     "I've got to go pee," I said as I got up. I drained my bladder in
the bathroom as my prick shrunk. Then I returned to the bed where Jim was
awaiting me with anticipation, his foreskin fully retracted from his
engorged helmet. I spread the towel I'd brought with me between us. Lying
down facing him, I grasped the opening of my long foreskin with both
hands and stretched it out to receive his glossy purple helmet. He slid
towards me slightly, the blunt front dome of his dark purple helmet
sliding smoothly into the gaping opening of my long hood. I pulled my
hood out to cover more of his glans, and then he made a final slow thrust
and his helmet was in my foreskin right to the rim.

     "Oooooohhhh," Jim sighed as he felt my warm foreskin completely
enclose his glans. He slid forward so that our chests touched, and then
out legs intertwined. I closed my thumb and forefinger in a ring around
the edge of my hood and began sliding my foreskin back and forth over his
turgid helmet and found that the forward edge could stretch beyond his
rim and down into his deep groove.

     Jim kissed me lightly on the lips. I kissed him back, my tongue
probing into his mouth and twirling around his tongue. It was a wet, hot,
and very passionate kiss, because although I'd been drained only a couple
of minutes earlier, I was caught up in his excitement. My prick remained
quiescent, but the rest of my body moved closer to him, separated only at
the groin by the six inches of his erection.

     "You're all the way in," I murmured as I continued to slide my
foreskin over his hot hard helmet. My foreskin was well lubricated by the
residue of my cream, and I knew that more lubricant was seeping from his
pouting, teardrop shaped slit. "Your tip feels so hot inside me."

     "It's so warm inside your skin, Jack," he said as he thrust slightly
against me, his engorged glans pressing hard against my shrunken one,
deep inside my hood. I kept stroking his smooth and slippery helmet with
my foreskin to bring him closer to the magic moment.

     "I know you're really hot, Jim," I said. "I know your bladder's
distended, like your tip, and both need relief. We can have long slow sex
another time, but right now I'm going to make you come fast."

     "Right, Jack. I need to come really fast. I feel like I'm right on
the edge right now." I knew he was. I felt the tension in his body, and
knew he was primed for a quick orgasm. I kept up the sliding action with
my foreskin, twisting on every forward stroke because I knew that the
sideways friction would enhance the sensations. Jim's breathing was now
rapid and shallow as he neared the peak, and I knew he'd be unloading in
just seconds.

     I felt his glans throb lightly against mine, and this told me he was
right on the plateau that precedes orgasm. Warm liquid seeped from his
slit, coating the front of our helmets, pressed tightly against each
other. I stroked faster now, twisting my hood on every forward stroke,
waiting for the first hard glans throb that would signal his release.

     "I feel a tickle in my rim," he whispered as I saw his eyes close,
and I knew he was withdrawing from the world outside his body, all of his
attention on the sensations pouring into his prick. He'd started gasping,
and I knew that he was now feeling the hot tingle that would trigger his
climax.

     "HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" he howled as his turgid helmet throbbed hard
against my shrunken tip, a surge of hot viscous fluid flooding my
foreskin and swirling around my glans. Jim howled again, filling the air
with his helpless cries of ecstasy, and another flood of cream erupted,
distending my foreskin and leaking out the front. I felt profound joy as
my brother's helmet hammered against mine, spilling out its liquid
message of heavenly delight. I felt his shuddering body straining against
mine, totally caught up in the hot agony of orgasm.

     Jim yelped again and another powerful stream erupted inside my
foreskin, splattering against my glans and my mind was filled with an
image of his throbbing purple tip. Jim's life force was shooting sperm
from its pouting orifice, mixing with my own secretions, joining us
intimately. I felt Jim's glans hammering against mine, again, and knew
that from this point it would be too sensitive for more stimulation. I
stopped stroking, but kept my hood fully encasing his helmet, waiting for
him to seep his residue. I ran a fingertip along the underside of his
shaft, pushing the last drops toward the end. My foreskin was filled with
his hot juice, some of which seeped from under the skin to soak into the
towel under us.

     Jim's prick was softening now, and his breathing was slowing. He was
sinking into the deep relaxation that followed orgasm, and as his prick
softened I hugged him closer to me, whispering in his ear:

     "That was great, Jim. I felt every throb, every drop. My foreskin's
full of your hot cream." I felt him hug me closer to him, but in his daze
he didn't say anything. It took several minutes for him to revive, and
then he spoke:

     "That was beautiful, Bro. I really loved it, shooting inside your
skin. I just wish I could have felt your tip throbbing against mine while
I was coming, like it does when we use the buddy sleeve. It's great when
we both come together that way."

     "That will come, Jim. When I get my foreskin stretched enough, I'll
be able to get both our tips inside. Then we'll shoot head to head." I
let go of my foreskin and it retracted from his shrinking glans. I pulled
his forward to encase his helmet and hugged him to me again.

     "Oh, wow, I have to get up to pee urgently," he said. I helped him
get up and into the shower, where I joined him and turned on the water.
Jim skinned back and relaxed under the spray as I heard him sigh with
relief. A thick yellow stream poured from his prick into the drain, and
now I, too, felt the urge, as I had to go again. My sphincter relaxed and
my stream followed his. Now I retracted my long foreskin to lodge behind
my corona in a fleshy collar and rinsed off my glans and hood, which were
thickly coated with Jim's cream.

     "Oh, Jim, you really shot a lot," I observed.

     "I told you," he replied, "how hot this was for me. Being inside
your skin for the first time was a real experience. You saw how fast I
came." Our limp, bare-headed pricks were squeezed together as he hugged
me tightly. He pulled back slightly and rubbed our glossy wet helmets
together, the wet friction pleasant although we were both drained. "One
of these days we'll be head to head inside your skin, and that'll be a
real thrill."

     "It's going to be months, maybe a couple of years before we can do
that," I pointed out. "Anyway, as you said, we've got the buddy sleeve."
We soaped up and then rinsed ourselves, and I turned off the water. As we
were drying each other, Jim asked:

     "What do you think about Charley? Think he'll ever change his mind?"

     "Maybe," I answered. "Maybe not. Either way we did what we could for
him. It's really a personal decision, you know. He seems to feel his
looks better cut.  You heard him say that."

     "Yeah, but he really enjoyed playing with our skins," Jim countered.

     "I think it was your helmet that impressed him," I said. "Remember
his asking if we were both like that? If we both had pouting pee-holes?"

     "Oh, yeah," Jim said. "I know he didn't seem to know how to handle
my skin. He didn't chew it, pull it, or slip his tongue around the
inside. He just pushed it back to get it out of the way. "

     "I guess we'd better put our cones on now," I suggested. "We want to
keep stretching."

     "You're right, Jack. I feel a lot better now that I've got my tip
covered all the way. The head's gotten more sensitive and I've got more
skin to play with."

     "A lot more for me to play with, too," I said as I stretched my
foreskin out and slipped the intermediate cone inside. I stretched the
hood beyond the end of the cone and used a tape ring to hold it in place.
Jim slipped the short cone inside his hood and used a tape ring too.

     "We ought to invite Steve over," Jim suggested as we dressed. "He's
restored, like us, and I know he'd like to see the progress we both
made." Steve had worked the buddy sleeve on our pricks when we'd been
over at his place, and had stroked us to orgasm. He'd also had the
experience of docking a couple of guys who had smaller tips than Jim and
I did.

     "That's a good idea, Jim," I responded. "Steve's a really hot guy,
and since his foreskin's a restored one he can really understand our
situation."

     "You're so right," Jim agreed. "With a cut guy, or a natural guy
like Henry, it's never quite the same. Oh, the sex is hot, but I get the
feeling we don't quite connect like we do with Steve."

     "Let's plan on Saturday, then," I proposed. "That gives us a week to
prepare. Think I should tell him that we'll all save our sperm for a week
like we did last time? That worked out pretty well."

     "Absolutely," Jim answered. "We all had hotter orgasms because we
held back for a week. They were more intense, and I think they lasted
longer too."

     "Steve wanted to see the videos we shot of us coming, to measure how
long our orgasms really lasted," I reminded him. "Now we'll be able to
show him."

     "I think just watching those videos will get him hard," Jim stated.
I nodded, knowing that the combination of a week's sperm stored up and
those frankly sexual videos of us would be very stimulating for Steve.

     "We'll have to plan to be naked when we show them," I said. "That
way, he'll be able to see us both on the screen and in the flesh, and
well be able to see the effect it all has on him."

     "I'll phone him," Jim said. "Unless he's got something already
planned, he'll be eager to come." Jim picked up the phone and punched in
Steve's number. Steve was home, and after Jim had issued the invitation
for Saturday afternoon and heard Steve's reply, he hung up and told me:

     "Yup, he's free and eager to come over. We can expect him around
three."

Continued in Part 9