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Carl and his Twins

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Carl and his Twins by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Fiction I'd met Carl when I was in my late 40s, and we struck up an almost instant friendship because we were both divorced and both Bi. A couple of days after we'd met, we were in his apartment getting more closely acquainted. We were both a bit over six feet, 180 lb., but Carl was blond, with blue eyes and I was brown over brown. We got undressed to see how similar or different we were in others ways as well. As Carl slipped his boxers down, I saw that his prick arced forward and down over low-hangers, and I lowered my boxers to show my prick and tight scrotum. The most interesting feature was his long tapering penis, ending in a long nippled foreskin. His limp prick was larger than mine, but I found out later that it didn't grow much, and that erect he had about six inches, just as I did. Carl stepped over to tweak my foreskin's long nipple and said: "I like guys with foreskins. Cut guys don't know what to do with a foreskin, and they push it right back to get it out of the way." I rolled his long nipple between thumb and forefinger, feeling the head slide around inside its fleshy sleeve. His prick began to swell between my fingers. "I wonder if your ex-wife appreciates what she's missing?" I said. Carl's six-incher was still totally covered with smooth skin, but I could feel the head through the thickness of the fleshy sleeve. "Don't know, don't care," was his reply as he began sliding my foreskin back slowly over my hard, swollen glans. "All I care about is how this feels for you." It was obvious that Carl had an idea of how it felt to have the foreskin's nerve endings stimulated by slow stretching over the swollen contours of a hard glans. I twisted his foreskin's thick pucker between two fingers, feeling it rotate over the head inside. "We both know what to do with an intact prick," was my comment as I began baring his slit. As the front of his reddish glans came into view, I studied the long vertical slit that parted it. It was a lot longer than mine, and the lips bracketed a drop of clear lubricant. I skinned his foreskin back in stages, slowly stretching its nerve endings and baring the prize underneath. I was careful not to touch the head directly with my fingers, as I was sure his tip was extremely sensitive. His fingers worked on mine, slowly stretching it back over my big purple helmet. "It's nice to compare our equipment," he said as his warm fingers eased my foreskin back all the way, bumping over the flaring rim to lock behind it in a thick fleshy collar. I now had stretched his hood all the way back, but the moment I released it, it snapped forward to cover his tip completely. "Yes, we're similar, but different in certain ways," I said as I slipped his foreskin back again, releasing it to watch it snap forward over the slender arrowhead tip. "Mine doesn't stay back the way yours does. I don't have that high ridge you do. Is your head super-sensitive?" His fingertip caressed the outline of my naked and swollen rim, tracing it down one side until he reached the triangular groove under the head, stimulating the bared nerve endings. I pulled his hood back again and lifted his prick to study the underside. "Yours has a thick and tight gee-string," I commented. "That's what keeps pulling the skin forward. Mine's kinda loose, and the skin always locks behind the rim. My prick-head's not as sensitive as yours. I love the way your finger feels when you touch it." I saw that the groove under his cock-head was filled with a thick fleshy strand that kept his foreskin forward unless I held it back. Drops of clear, slippery goo oozed from his long slit, running down to wet my fingers. Carl pulled back slightly to sit on the bed and I followed him down. "Mine really drips," he said. "That keeps my foreskin well-lubed when I jack my prick." His red tip glistened wetly, and I let the hood slip forward out of my fingers to cover it. "You keep the skin forward while jacking? I asked. I suspected he did, because his tip looked so red and tender, and more sensitive than mine. "Yeah, I do. The head's very sensitive, and it's uncomfortable to touch it directly. I just slide the skin, and usually hold it all the way forward when I come. Sometimes, I pinch the end to trap the cream. That feels really good, shooting into my foreskin and running around the head." Carl was now stroking my foreskin rhythmically over my big swollen glans, stretching it back over the rim, then pushing it forward to glide down the tapered tip to the end. "Keep doing it that way," I said. "I like those long slow strokes." My fingers were wrapped around Carl's prick, moving the foreskin without uncovering the head, they way he liked. Carl uncapped my big fireman's helmet with every stroke, his eyes fixed on my straining prick. "I like to see the way your head appears every time I skin you back. Want me to keep it skinned back while you shoot?" "Yeah, you can do that," I replied. "That way you can watch every jet. Anyway, my tip's not super-sensitive like yours." Carl's fingers picked up their pace, and the hot friction created an ache in my glans, a sure sign that I was ready for an orgasm. Meanwhile, Carl's prick was throbbing between my fingers, and I noted the tension in his face. "I think I'm ready," he said, handing me a towel. "This is to catch the sperm." I held the towel under the end of his prick as I felt the first throbs of orgasm between my fingers. Carl moaned, then howled as the orgasm hit him with full force. His prick pulsed in my hand and I saw a dribble of thick white cream emerge from the puckered end of his foreskin. Subsequent jets filled his foreskin, the puckered end keeping them from shooting. His fist had clamped down on my prick, and I was almost there myself, but I concentrated on relaxing until he'd finished his orgasm. A thick puddle of sperm was on the towel, and I saw him begin to relax. I milked his prick to force out the last drops, and folded the towel. Now I dabbed his pucker to wipe away the residue, carefully avoiding the sensitive red tip inside, and lay back on the bed. "Thanks, that was great," he said. "You really knew how to make my prick feel good. Now it's your turn. I can see that you're ready." His fingers stroked my foreskin, snapping it over the ridge, then all the way forward, then back again to stretch over my coronal swelling. "Yeah…. That feels good," I said through clenched teeth. The tension was building in my body as his magic fingers caressed my prick. Carl spread a towel over my stomach and chest. "I can see your tip's turning darker purple, and it feels bigger too. Any second now, and you'll be blasting off." His fingers pulled my foreskin forward again, then snapped it back forcefully, and the tickling feeling in my glans became a hot tingle as he ran a fingertip around my exposed corona. My cock-root went into spasm, and I felt the first hot jet burning its way up my urethra. My eyes closed as I moaned helplessly, enraptured by mindless sensations. "Man, you're prick's really shooting," I heard him say in the distance as his fingertip continued to twirl around my rim. Another hot spasm wracked me, and I felt the jet coursing its way up my throbbing prick. Time stopped, and I dissolved as the rapturous sensations filled me and floated me away. Finally, it was over, and I came back to full consciousness. "Thanks, Carl, that was great." I relaxed, breathless in the after-shock of orgasm. I was watching your prick all the time," he said. "Man, I really enjoyed watching those jets shoot out of your tip. I never see mine shoot, but seeing and feeling yours was almost like coming a second time for me." He lay down beside me, his fingers milking the last of my cream out of my prick while he dabbed my still swollen tip very carefully with the rough towel. When he'd drained me, he slipped my foreskin forward to keep the head protected, and we dozed for awhile. "My sons will be coming soon," I heard him say as I came awake. I sat up. "They're 22, and identical twins," he added. "Maybe we'd better get dressed, then." "No, no need. I know they'll enjoy seeing us buck naked." I looked at him questioningly. "My boys are Bi too," he said. "I had no idea they'd turn out that way. At first, my wife and I were tickled pink that we had identical twins, and they really were identical in every way." He continued to explain that two days after their twin boys had been born, he and his wife examined them from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes and couldn't find a single difference. Even their tiny penises were identical, miniature replicas of Carl's, with abundant foreskins. "How did you tell them apart, then?" Carl's face saddened as he told me what had happened next. His wife's obstetrician was in a group practice, and the members often shared duties. Dr. Parker came in on the morning of the third day and informed Carl's wife that the boys would have to be circumcised because they had too much foreskin. His wife didn't know what to say, as she and Carl had not discussed this, and she consented to the surgery without Carl's presence. An hour later, Dr. Parker circumcised Baby Tim and asked his partner to do Baby Tom. They used different techniques, giving different results. Johnny healed first, and penis left with a thin round scar ring. Jimmy took almost two weeks to heal, leaving him with a scar very different from his brother's. This provided a definite and unmistakable way of telling them apart. Carl was horrified to see their bloody penises after the surgery, and angry that he hadn't been consulted about it. He felt strongly that his boys should have been left like him. As Carl was finishing his account, I heard the front door open, and moments later two handsome blond young men came into the bedroom, their eyes lighting up at the sight of us naked. They began stripping down immediately as Carl explained to me that they had a key to his apartment. They looked like younger versions of Carl, same heights, builds, and coloring, but I saw the difference in their cocks. I didn't have to be introduced to know which was Tim and which was Tom. Tom had a thick jagged scar behind his slim arrowhead glans, while Tim's was a neat circle. I was glad that Carl had escaped their fate when he'd been born, because I loved the sleek, tapered look of his penis, its clean lines uninterrupted by a scar ring Tim and Tom climbed onto the big queen-size bed with us, and Tim immediately cupped Carl's loose scrotum while Tom's fingers began twisting his father's foreskin. Carl's soft prick began engorging immediately, and I saw his balls begin to tighten against his body. Tom's finger slipped inside Carl's tight foreskin nipple, making him wince slightly. "Hey, Tom, you know I'm really sensitive in there. Just slide the skin." Tom pulled Carl's hood forward, and began working it up and down the slender head in short light strokes. Carl began pinching Tom's tip between thumb and forefinger, and I knew these squeezes would produce responsive throbs in Tom's cock-root. Carl turned to me. "Hey Jack, join in the fun. Why don't you do the same thing to Tim's prick? He'll really enjoy that." I reached over to grasp Tim's slender arrowhead and began pinching it gently, the way Carl was doing to Tom. Tim's prick responded immediately, and I felt it engorge as I saw his low hangers begin to draw up against his body. Tim used his other hand to cup my balls, sending a shiver of delight into my groin, as his prick came to full attention. It was exactly the same length as his father's, but of course without the foreskin. The reddish arrowhead tip was a duplicate of Carl's, but as it was dry and much less sensitive I was able to touch it directly and squeeze it without causing him distress. I saw a large drop of clear fluid part the lips of his long slit. "The boys enjoy Princeton," Carl said. "They slip their pricks between my thighs and reach around to stroke me. Now with you here, both can do it at once." I thought that would be a good idea. I'd done Princeton with other guys, both as top and as bottom, and knew it produced exquisite sensations. "You guys use condoms when doing it?" I asked. "Always," replied Tim, giving my prick an extra squeeze. "Condoms prevent hair burns, and they catch the cream." I liked that, as I'd always used a condom for the same reasons. "Jack, let's you and me be the bottoms for this round," Carl suggested to me. "The boys love to jack an uncut dick, and I enjoy being stroked. If you partner up with Tim, he'll know exactly how to make your uncut prick feel good. He's had a lot of coaching from me." We rearranged ourselves on the bed, spreading towels to avoid wetting the sheets. Tim's and Tom's sperm would be caught by the condoms, but Carl and mine would spray all over. "Want to put the condom on me?" Tim asked me with a smile. He held the foil envelope and a squeeze bottle of Astroglide out to me. I unrolled the condom part way and poured a few drops of lube into the end, then handed the bottle to Carl. I began slipping the sheath onto Tim's prick, the slim tapered head making it very easy. I finished unrolling it, securing the ring around the base of his shaft. I'd left him a lot of slack for thrusting, as I knew how important this is. Behind me, Carl had covered Tom's erection with the thin latex tube, and rolled over onto his left side to let Tom slip his hard prick between his thighs. I did the same, lifting my right thigh slightly to make it easier for Tim, and felt his hard shaft slide into place under my perineum. The tip pressed against my tight scrotum, and Tim's right hand snaked over my waist to clasp my prick. His warm fingers began sliding my foreskin rhythmically as he began thrusting slowly. I felt his prick sliding back and forth inside its latex sheath. "We might all come together," Carl said. "Depends on the timing." "I can make Tim come when I do," I replied. "I'll just put my fingers under his cock-head, hitting the hot spot as he's sliding." I'd done this for other partners as a way to ensure we'd share the magic moment. "That's a good idea," said Carl. "The boys are slower than me in coming." Now the bed moved under me as Tim and Tom began thrusting in earnest. We were all getting into the rhythm of man-sex, and our excitement was mounting. Tim's thrusts became faster, lunging towards orgasm, driving his slender prick between my thighs with the tip nudging my tight scrotum as he pumped my foreskin. "Man,… I love… the way… your skin… snaps over that… high rim," Tim said between heavy breaths. His fingers worked my hood expertly over my swollen glans, baring it completely on the back stroke and running it fully over the end on the forward stroke, sending thrills through my nerve endings. "Slow down," I muttered. "You'll have me coming before you do." Tim slowed the rhythm of his strokes on my penis, although he kept up the pace of his thrusting between my thighs. Now the mattress was bouncing with our animal energy, both Tim and Tom lunging furiously, their hot hard dicks reaching for the release they desperately wanted. "You close?" Carl asked Tom. Tom's reply was just a heavy moan. Tim whispered to me that he was nearly there, and his fingers stepped up their pace on my long stretchy foreskin, working it over the head to bring me closer. His stomach slammed into my buttocks as he thrust harder, and I felt the slender glans of his rock-hard dick bumping my balls. Tim's pumping of my foreskin had produced a tickling feeling in my swollen tip, and now the tickling was becoming more intense, bringing me closer to the brink. His cheek rested on mine as he pumped away, and I knew he was peering at my penis with an avid stare. "It turns me on…. The way your tip's getting dark purple," he gasped as his fingers continued to slide my long hood, exposing it totally on the back stroke. "That's… so… sexy." Now the heavy tickle in my glans was turning into a hot tingle, and I knew I was almost there. "Ready?" I asked him between heavy breaths. His response was to thrust even harder, his rock-hard shaft probing deeply between my thighs. I slipped my right hand down between my thighs, my fingertips finding the underside of his prick through the latex, probing into the groove under the head. I knew this would trigger his orgasm, and I was on the brink myself because my swollen tip had begun to throb. A heavy convulsion wracked my cock-root, and the first thick jet burned its way up my urethra, rushing towards the tip. It felt like hot lava. I heard Tim cry out as I felt his hot hard prick throb between my thighs, and knew we'd made it, floating away in the free-fall of orgasm at the same moment. My fingertips felt Tim's thrusting prick sliding over them through the latex, and I pressed hard into his hot spot to enhance his sensations. Tim's helpless cries filled the room, and in the distance I heard Tom and Carl moaning as the climax hit them with the force of an avalanche. The bed rocked with our orgasmic frenzy, and Tim's fingers worked my foreskin over my swollen tip, drawing each gush from my straining, throbbing penis. My eyes had closed when my cock-root had begun throbbing, and I didn't see each gush that poured from my tip, but I could feel the condom encasing Tom's prick swell with his cream. I felt Tim's fingers slip from my wet and slippery foreskin, and now my hood was caught behind the rim, and his fingers worked directly on the hot throbbing surface of my tip, sending messages of pure joy down the shaft. My last thought before I dissolved into mindless ecstasy was that Tim was feeling the same delicious, throbbing sensations as I, sharing the climax, and overwhelmed by the same hot frenzy. I moaned helplessly, caught up in the fury of orgasm, my mind totally blank, my body responding automatically to his hot touches. Tim's prick throbbed uncontrollably under my fingers as he continued to thrust, expelling his warm seed into the condom. I felt each pulse, heard each cry, as his body slammed repeatedly and frenziedly against mine. I lost track of time, and after more spasms felt my orgasm weaken. The last drops were dribbling out of my glans when I felt it become super-sensitive. "Stop," I urged. "Stop. It's too sensitive." Tim removed his fingers, and I felt his thrusts between my thighs slow. He was barely moving now, and I released the pressure on the underside of his cock. The throbs had slowed, and become fainter. Now we'd both stopped moving, and so had Carl and Tom. The bed was utterly still as we lay there, shocked by the biological storms that had wracked our bodies. We lay there semi-conscious, exhausted by the intensity of our orgasms and slipping into the delicious languor that inevitably followed. I don't know how long we slept, wrapped in each other's arms, but when I awoke it was dark outside, and soon the others stirred and came awake. We'd worked up strong appetites by our exertions, and Carl sent out for a couple of pizzas. We ate hungrily, washing the slices down with beer, then we took turns in the shower. Tim and I shared the shower, enjoying the hot water running over our bodies. "I don't know about you, but that hot water running over my dick makes me want to pee, Tim said. "Okay with you?" I nodded, and watched as the lips of Tim's long slit parted to release a thick yellow stream that gurgled down the drain. "I've gotta pee too," I said. Tim watched avidly as the yellow stream gushed from my foreskin's long nipple, then he grasped it and pinched it shut. Immediately, my hood stretched, ballooning out with the pressure of the trapped liquid. Just as it was becoming uncomfortable, he released it, and a thick yellow gush poured out of the end. "I learned that from Dad," he said. "That's one of the things you can do with a foreskin. I always enjoy seeing that." The last drops drizzled from my long hood, and Tim skinned it back to rinse the big purple head. Then we stepped out of the shower to let Carl and Tom use it. After we'd all dried ourselves, Tim and Tom dressed to leave. We hugged each other, saying our fond farewells, and after they'd left Carl and I returned to the bedroom, picking up the pile of soggy towels. After a quick straightening out, Carl spoke: "I don't know about you, but I'm getting horny again." He fingered his foreskin, stretching it out, and as the skin stretched thinner I saw the outline of his arrowhead showing through. I was very relaxed, but the sight of him handling his beautiful prick and the memory of the afternoon aroused me. "I'm getting that way too," I said. "Think we can go another round?" Carl nodded affirmatively and lay down on the bed, spreading another towel under him. I followed, and found him swiveling to a "69" position with me. "I'd like to slip my tongue under your skin," he said. "I want to taste you, run my tongue all around the head." He grasped my swelling penis and his tongue slipped deeply into the nipple, probing my slit. "Can I do the same to you, or is your tip too sensitive for that?" I asked. "No, a tongue's fine. It's just a fingertip that's too rough for me. I'd love to feel your tongue inside me." I needed no further urging, and I stabilized his hardening shaft as I probed his foreskin nipple with the tip of my tongue. I felt his tongue-tip tracing small circles around my slit as I lapped at his, tasting his salty lubricating fluid. His thick tongue probed deeper, stretching my nerve-studded foreskin as it caressed my glans. Now we were both fully hard, getting into the joys of oral exploration, and I ran my tongue around the contours of his arrowhead glans, stretching his foreskin as I pushed deeper. I cupped his balls with my other hand, feeling his loose scrotum drawing tighter against him, knowing that I was arousing him as he was doing to me. The rough upper surface of his tongue tickled the many nerve endings in my swollen tip, making it throb in response. I caressed his slender cock-head with my tongue, knowing that he was experiencing similar sensations. His fingers closed around my balls, their tips pressed into the tender flesh behind my scrotum. Carl pushed my foreskin back with his lips and sucked hard on my bared helmet, making my cock-root throb. His lips wrapped around the thick fleshy collar my foreskin had formed as it locked behind my rim, and his mouth sucked and squeezed my glans. "I felt that," he said, removing his mouth from my prick. "When I squeezed the head, I felt your cock-root throb in my fingertips." "That felt good," I replied, then put my mouth around his prick again, holding his foreskin in place with my lips as I pushed my tongue deeply into his tight hood. Because his slender tip wasn't as bulky as my fat, bulging helmet, his foreskin was significantly tighter than mine, and forcing my tongue into it stretched it more than his tongue was stretching mine. I heard him moan as my thick tongue stretched its nerve endings, and his body quivered against mine. I ran my tongue quickly around his rim, and when it reached the gee-string under the head, his stomach muscles contacted sharply. His legs began trembling as I ran my tongue up around the rim, probing the groove behind it. By now, Carl's cock-lube was flowing freely, and I savored its salty taste and its thick viscosity. Another throb deep in my cock-root told me that my lube was flowing too, and I knew he was tasting mine as well. Now I clamped my fist tightly around the base of his shaft to constrict the veins and make the prick swell fully. I felt the surface of his glans lose its spongy feel and the surface harden against my tongue. "I want to make you come first this time," I heard him say. I looked down and saw him holding my cock skinned back, the big purple helmet glistening wetly. "Okay, then I'll do you." I replied. I saw him clamping his fist around the base of my cock, as I'd done to his. "I want to lick the head, run my tongue all around it. Now that I've got your cock skinned back, your head's going to swell even more, and I want to feel it throb against my tongue. I'm going to keep it skinned back so I can watch it shoot like before, if that's okay." The pressure in my glans increased, engorging it fully as he lapped at its tender surface. "Fine with me," I said. "I hope you enjoy the show." His response was to run his tongue all around my rim, then back, probing into the deep groove between the rim and the thick collar of foreskin. "You can hold on to my prick if that turns you on, but don't make me come until you're finished." He knew the feel of his hard cock between my fingers turned me on, and I stroked it gently, moving the skin slowly without uncovering the head. Carl's tongue continued exploring all of the sensitive surfaces of my naked glans, sending messages of joy shooting down my shaft. When his tongue caressed the twins bulges under the head, I felt my legs begin to tremble as my excitement mounted. My stomach muscles tightened even as I tired to relax, and I was helpless against the mounting tide of excitement Carl was producing in my body. His tongue tickled my glans, working all around it, circling my slit, circling my rim, then lapping at the broad upper surface before descending to probe the triangular groove under the head and hitting my hot spot. My swollen tip was full of blood and ached for release. The entire surface was filled with a heavy tickling feeling as Carl's tongue worked its magic, and I felt myself being dragged towards the brink. Now a hot tingle filled my cock-head, and I knew orgasm was only seconds away. Drops of sex lube crawled up my urethra, pouring out of my slit onto Carl's tongue. Now my entire body tensed, and my eyes closed as I felt Carl's teeth crape lightly over my sensitive nerve endings. The first shock hit me like a tidal wave, and I cried out helplessly as the hot stream burned its way through my prick, seeming to sear my urethra with its heat. I gasped and moaned as my cock-root convulsed, sending another hot jet through my prick. Carl's tongue lashed my naked, throbbing glans, sending me deeper into the abyss of orgasm, and my mind went on "HOLD" as the juice poured from my prick. My tip throbbed hard as my crotch muscles contracted, draining me utterly. My contractions slowed, and my sensations faded. Carl had stopped massaging my tip with his tongue, sensing correctly that it was becoming too sensitive with the orgasm. I heard his voice, rapidly becoming louder as my consciousness returned to normal: "Man, I loved watching your big tip shoot right in front of my eyes. I almost dropped my load watching, because it was so exciting. Your tip and big and wet and purple, and I could feel it throbbing against my tongue. Some of your cream shot onto my tongue, and I swallowed it." I opened my eyes to see streams of my life-juice on the towel Carl had spread in front of me before driving me over the edge. He picked up the towel and carefully dabbed at my slit as he milked my shaft to force out the dribbles of residue. He then replaced the long hood over the head of my softening penis. I gathered myself together and pointed his rock-hard, foreskin-covered prick at my mouth. "Your turn," I said as my lips closed around his skin-covered arrowhead, my tongue again probing deeply into his skin nipple. "I'm so hot it won't take much," he gasped as my tongue pushed deeper into his hood. I tasted his copious lube again, and pushed my tongue deeper towards the bottom of his foreskin, exploring the groove behind his rim. Running my tongue around it, I reached his gee-string, triggering his orgasm. His tip was already rock-hard, and it throbbed powerfully against my tongue as the first load of cream erupted from his long slit to coat my tongue. Carl moaned loudly and helplessly, thrusting his prick deeper past my lips. My tongue pried his foreskin back when he thrust, and his naked glans drove into the back of my throat, The sudden shock of my mouth against the naked nerve endings of his sensitive tip made him shudder hard, and another gush of cream erupted from his slit. My lips were holding his foreskin back as he drove the head again into the back of my throat, and he yelped loudly as the intense sensations ripped through his throbbing prick. I knew he was too far into his orgasm to withdraw, although his naked tip was super-sensitive. The delicious agony of having his tips' nerve endings scraped was driving him wild, and he kept thrusting hard. I was swallowing frantically, absorbing his delicious cream, joyfully giving him the same sharp orgasmic sensations he'd given me minutes ago. His slender shaft gushed again and again, until it was still. I opened my mouth, to let him withdraw his prick without friction, as I knew it must be exquisitely sensitive now, and any touch would cause him distress. Carl rolled over onto his back, utterly torpid, smashed flat by the violence of his release. His prick lay flat on his stomach, and I didn't dare touch it because of his extreme sensitivity. After several minutes, he roused himself and milked his shaft, gathering the dribbles in the towel. I knew there was a lot of cream under his foreskin, but he didn't draw it back to remove it. We were both totally relaxed now, sinking into the stupor that enveloped our minds and bodies. We turned towards each other, enjoying the animal warmth of each other's body. Sleep overtook us and we spent the night that way. Tomorrow was another day.