PT 2

Weeks passed without sighting Alex at the gym, though Greg spotted his wife occasionally. Resigned, Greg returned to routine. Then, in the showers one day, he opened his eyes post rinse to see the Alex again. But attempts to catch his attention failed; the figure ignored him. Drying off, Greg stole a glance and froze. A long, dangling foreskin hung between his legs, completely intact.

Bewildered, Greg stumbled to his car, mind reeling. A voice snapped him back: it was the man, explaining he was Alex’s twin brother, Ben using the membership while Alex traveled. Unlike Alex, Ben was uncut, his parents’ decision a mystery that fueled childhood jealousy and secret explorations. They’d played together often, explaining Alex’s deft handling of Greg’s foreskin. Now single, Ben was eager to hear about their encounter.

Greg recounted the docking in tantalizing detail, and Ben’s eyes lit with the same hunger. “Docking? Show me.” They drove to Ben’s apartment, where, over hurried undressings, they compared. Both foreskins dripped with precum, the air thick with musk. Ben’s skin retracted slightly when erect, shorter than Greg’s two inch overhang, but his length matched Alex’s, with Greg’s girth providing a delicious contrast.

In the shower, Greg demonstrated stretching: retracting, applying conditioner to his bare, slick head, then inserting fingers first four easily, then six with a wince of pleasure pain as the skin yielded, bunching longer and looser. Ben tried, faltering, so Greg stepped behind him reached around, lubing and fingering Ben’s foreskin as if it was his own, stretching to four digits. The intimacy was electric, their bodies pressed, cocks brushing.

Dried off, they aligned for docking. Greg mashed their heads, pulling Ben’s skin forward to partially cover his own, then engulfed both in his abundant sheath. Precum slickened the merge, Greg’s foreskin stretching halfway down Ben’s shaft. Ben took over, jacking smoothly, savoring the extended glide unlike Alex’s roughness, this was a sensual massage of nerve rich skin.

Ben climaxed first, his spurts hot and forceful inside Greg. Embarrassed, he paused, but Greg seized control, jacking harder, mimicking Alex’s intensity. “This is how your brother did it,” he growled, veins bulging, head flaring. Orgasm hit like a storm, Greg’s pulses mixing their loads into a ballooned, liquid bridge.

Pulling apart was mesmerizing: a stretched foreskin tether brimming with cum, then a gush to the floor as Ben’s slipped free. Their skins hung elongated, dripping, Greg’s leaking the bulk in thick, creamy rivulets a testament to the erotic twins’ twist on his gym adventures.