PT 2

Weeks dragged on without any sign of Alex at the gym. I’d catch glimpses of his wife now and then always polite, always distant but Alex himself had vanished. I figured the night we’d shared was a one time thing, maybe something he regretted once the high wore off. I swallowed the disappointment and went back to my routine: lift, shower, retract, leave. Life felt quieter without that secret spark.

Then one afternoon I stepped under the showerhead, eyes closed as the hot water rinsed soap from my face. When I opened them, there he was again same build, same stance, standing closer than necessary. My heart lurched. I tried to catch his eye, give that small nod of recognition, but he looked right through me, focused on his own routine like I didn’t exist.

I finished up fast, wrapped my towel, and stole one more glance as I passed. That’s when everything tilted.

Between his legs hung a long, soft foreskin completely intact, no circumcision scar, no high and tight cut. It swayed gently as he moved, generous and natural, the exact opposite of Alex’s exposed glans.

I stumbled out to the parking lot in a daze, mind spinning. Had I imagined the whole thing? Was I losing it?

“Hey wait up.”

The voice came from behind me. I turned. It was him.

“I’m not Alex,” he said, voice calm but direct. “I’m Ben. His twin brother. He’s been out of town for work family stuff. I’ve been using his membership while he’s gone.”

I stared, mouth dry. Twins. Of course. The resemblance was uncanny, but now that I recalled, the differences were obvious: Ben’s cock carried that unmistakable hood, loose and pendulous even soft, while Alex’s had been stripped bare.

Ben kept talking, low enough that no one else in the lot could hear. “Alex told me about you. About… what happened. He couldn’t stop talking about it. Said your foreskin was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I’ve been jealous of him my whole life he got cut, I didn’t. Our parents made different calls for whatever reason, and it drove us both a little crazy growing up. We used to mess around together as kids, comparing, touching, learning. That’s why he knew exactly how to handle you that night. He’d practiced on me.”

My pulse was hammering again. Ben’s eyes were the same earnest hazel as Alex’s, but hungrier, less restrained.

“He’s still married,” Ben added quickly. “I’m not. Single. And I’ve been dying to hear the details from someone who was actually there.”

We ended up at his apartment smaller than Alex’s place, less polished, but closer. The second the door closed we were tearing at clothes, no pretense, no beers to slow us down. Both of us were already leaking, foreskins glossy at the tips from the car ride alone. The room smelled thick with musk and anticipation.

Side by side on the couch, the comparison was immediate and filthy. Ben’s skin retracted a little when he got fully hard, but it still left a decent overhang maybe an inch, nowhere near my stretched two inches. His length matched Alex’s impressive 7.5, while mine sat thicker, shorter, but heavy with girth. Our precum mixed in sticky strands between us.

We moved to his shower for the real demonstration. I showed him how I stretched: first retracting all the way, letting the water sluice over my bare, sensitive head. Then conditioner lots of it slathered on until my fingers slipped in easily. Four went in without resistance. I pushed for six, wincing at the sharp, delicious stretch pain as the skin yielded and lengthened even more.

Ben watched, transfixed, then tried himself. He got to three fingers before hesitating. I stepped behind him without asking, reached around, lubed my hand, and worked my fingers into his hood the way I’d done my own. One, two, three… four. His breath hitched hard when I reached the limit; his cock jerked against my forearm. Our bodies pressed tight chest to back, my erection sliding along the cleft of his ass, his head leaking onto my wrist. The intimacy felt dangerous, almost too much.

We dried off and went straight to the bed.

Docking with Ben was different from Alex slower, more deliberate. I mashed our heads together first, tip to tip, letting our precum glue us. I tugged Ben’s shorter skin forward until it partially hooded my glans, then rolled my own abundant foreskin over both of us in one long, smooth glide. The seal was perfect; my skin stretched halfway down his shaft, enveloping us in warm, slick velvet. Precum oozed freely inside, making every movement glide.

Ben took control next. Where Alex had been rough and urgent, Ben was sensual long, luxurious strokes that massaged every nerve rich inch of our joined skins. He rolled the combined sheath up and down, twisting gently, savoring the extended glide. I could feel his head swelling against mine, the pressure building slow and relentless.

He came first sudden, hard, a hot gush that flooded the tunnel and made my own foreskin balloon outward. He froze, embarrassed, cheeks flushed. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to”

I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed his hand, wrapped it around us, and started jacking harder, faster, mimicking the pounding rhythm Alex had used. “This is how your brother did it,” I growled, voice thick. My veins stood out, head flaring wide inside the tight, cum slick space. The pressure snapped.

I erupted deep, pulsing jets that mixed with his load, stretching my foreskin into a heavy, liquid filled sac between us. We shuddered together, milking every drop until the overstuffed tunnel couldn’t hold any more.

When we finally pulled apart it was hypnotic: my foreskin stayed stretched outward like a tether, brimming with our combined cum. Then Ben’s head slipped free with a wet suck, and the whole load gushed out in a thick, creamy cascade, splattering the sheets and floor. Our foreskins hung elongated and dripping mine leaking the bulk in slow, heavy rivulets that clung to my thighs.

We collapsed, panting, sticky, spent.

Ben looked at me with a crooked grin. “Alex was right. That was fucking incredible.”

I just nodded, still catching my breath, the aftershocks tingling through every overstretched nerve.

The twins had turned my quiet gym routine into something I’d never forget and something I definitely wasn’t ready to let end.