Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 09:07:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 2 Twin Brothers, Part 2 By Jack Santoro Jackinnm1@yahoo.com We slept for a while and when we awoke it was almost dark. We got up and I ordered a pizza delivered, and we sat in the kitchen in our boxer shorts savoring the slices, loaded with pepperoni and mushrooms. "I'd like to try that foreskin restoration now," Jim said as we ate. "You ought to try stretching that long skin of yours so that maybe one day you'll be able to dock me." It was time to unveil my surprise. I went into the office and dug around in the bottom drawer of my desk. "Look at what I've got for us," I said. "Here's a roll of paper tape for you to start with, and this is that soft plastic cone to put inside my foreskin to start the stretching. I ordered a set of cones a couple of weeks ago, after we'd looked at that web site. Now we'd better do our own pricks, or we'll wind up in another stroking session." Jim's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "That's great, Jack, Let's get started, then. I'll go first. Just let me have a strip of tape when I need it." He knew exactly what to do because the web site had contained full instructions on several techniques of foreskin restoration by skin stretching. "As soon as we finish the pizza," I replied. We ate the remaining slices, washing them down with a bottle of beer, and then we set to work. Jim grasped his prick and pulled his shaft skin up over his glans. As he hadn't been cut tightly, it wasn't hard to cover his tip completely on the first try. I peeled off a two-inch length of tape for Jim, and when he'd pulled his shaft skin up over his glans, he took it from me and wrapped it in a ring around the skin in front of his glans, effectively trapping his helmet inside the skin tube. I saw how his glans caused a big bulge at the end of his skin tube, and how his flaring corona was clearly visible through the flashy covering. His prick had swollen somewhat but he wasn't close to full erection, as that would have made applying the tape ring harder. "It's a good thing we decided to do ourselves," he said. "If you'd been pulling my cock-skin I'd be hard already, and I wouldn't have been able to hold it over the head." He was absolutely right, which was why I'd suggested we just do our own. Now I slipped the plastic cone inside my foreskin, feeling the pressure on my glans as the cone pushed it deeper into my tube of skin. Jim peeled off a two-inch length of tape for me and I wrapped it around the skin that extended beyond the end of the cone. "Good thing that cone has a hole drilled through it, or I'd have to remove it every time I had to pee," I remarked. "When you have to go, you can do it right through the skin." "Yeah, but I think I'll have to blot it carefully with a piece of toilet paper or I'll be dribbling in my clothes or in bed," he said. "I'll have to do that too," I told him. "I'll have to make sure every drop is out. We'll both have to be careful." "What if we get erections during the night? That often happens to us, especially in the morning. We usually wake up hard, you know." "We'll have to take it as it comes," I said. "If there's no pain, the extra tension will just make the skin stretch faster." At that point we decided to get some sleep. During the night I awoke a couple of times to feel the tension in my penis that came from a nocturnal erection, but the skin was just stretching pleasantly, with no pain. In the morning, we both had the usual morning erections, and we went into the bathroom to pee. Jim sat down to pee, as we had no idea how much splatter the pucker at the end of his skin tube would cause, and he knew that I always skinned back to pee to avoid this. He dabbed the end of his penis with toilet paper and then I sat down for the same reason. We'd been right in sitting down, because we both experienced splatter to some degree, Jim more than I did. Now that our pricks were once more limp, we went into the kitchen for breakfast. I slipped on a bathing suit so that I could go outside to pick up the newspaper from our front walkway, and then we drank coffee while perusing the news. Nothing much was happening on the national or international fronts, so the front page was filled with stories of shootings, rapes, and child beatings, the norm for news outlets these days. No wonder our favorite feature was the comics page. "I'm going to wait until the tape loosens," I said to Jim. "Then I'll be able to peel it off more easily, without pulling too hard on the skin." "I think I'll do the same thing," he agreed. "I'd hate to risk tearing the skin." "That would cause scar tissue, and scar tissue doesn't stretch the way skin does," I said. "Anyway, our pricks don't need to be washed every day. They don't get that dirty." "I wouldn't be surprised if the tape loosens at the same time for both of us," he said. "After all, we are twins, and we do so many things the same way, except masturbate, and that's only because I was clipped." "Well, with patience and a little bit of luck, one of these days you'll be able to stroke yourself they way I do," I replied. "We probably secrete skin oil at the same rate. Want to take a shower now?" He nodded, and we went into the bathroom. We always enjoyed showering together, as this provided an opportunity for sex play, but this time we were preoccupied with our skin stretching, and didn't do anything except to let the water flow rinse the outside of our pricks. We got dressed and went out for lunch, and the to a movie. When we got home, we went into the bedroom and stripped down. Jim said: "I think my tape's loosening. The end's pulled away and is just flopping around." I looked down and saw that one end of my tape ring was also loose. "I think we can try taking the tapes off," I suggested. "The adhesive must be weak by now, maybe because the skin oil's loosened it." I watched as Jim unwound the tape ring, and when it was completely off I saw that his shaft skin stayed covering half his helmet. "Look at that," I urged. "Your skin's already taking on a new shape." He looked down and exclaimed: "Gee! It has! I didn't expect such quick progress." "That's probably because you were cut so loosely," I said. "You haven't yet grown any new skin, just re-shaped the skin you have. Remember, it used to be bunched up behind your rim." "I guess you're right," he said. "Your skin doesn't seem to have become any longer." "It's going to take time, Jim, but the results will be worthwhile." Now we were half-hard, excited by the thought of more penile skin, and I saw him staring avidly into my eyes. "We should take advantage of this opportunity," he murmured, and I nodded agreement as I lowered my head to take his prick into my mouth. "Your skin's been bunched up over your glans," I said, "and I want to see if there's a difference in taste now." My tongue probed inside his skin, and I was gratified that there was a definite salty taste as I probed more deeply to run my tongue-tip around his rim. "How is it?" He asked. "There's a new taste to your prick," I answered. "No doubt about that." I felt his helmet swell inside my mouth, pushing out of its collar of skin. He scooted down and I felt his mouth engulf my prick, probing my foreskin to tickle my slit. Then his lips pushed my hood back all the way behind my corona, and his lips caressed my flaring rim as he twisted his head sideways. We both enjoyed the sideways friction on our tips. "Better let me do you first," he murmured as he removed his mouth momentarily. "Feeling you come in my mouth always turns me on." I eased up on stimulating his glans, just flicking my tongue across his pouting orifice. I just held on to his straight shaft, making no effort to stroke the loose skin or bump it against his flaring purple rim. I felt his rough tongue sweep across the broad upper surface of my helmet, making it engorge even more with arousal. "You're making my tip feel really wonderful," I said. "I can feel it swelling." "I felt it swelling against my tongue," he murmured as he removed his mouth momentarily. Then he resumed sucking, twisting his head while stroking my foreskin to bump against my engorged corona, a stroke that he knew always launched my orgasm within seconds. A light tingle started in my rim, and quickly spread over my helmet. My mind was now totally focused on the delicious sensations Jim was pouring into my prick. "I'm getting that tingle," I whispered as the sensations built up in my prick. I knew I was right on the edge, and he'd have my load in a second or two. My shaft was so hard that it ached for the release of orgasm. Jim stroked my foreskin harder, bumping and compressing my engorged corona, and suddenly I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep inside me. "HUNH-HNH-HUNH!" I grunted as the first discharge came, the hot fluid searing my urethra as it rushed towards my throbbing tip. I cried out again as another torrent rushed up my tube, emerging from my pouting orifice to coat his tongue. Shock waves poured through my body as I tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm, releasing my viscous streams. A third jet shot from my prick and then a fourth. The fourth one was a lot weaker, although my prick was still tingling and throbbing. After a few more spasms, my climax was over and the tension left my body. "You really blew a good one," Jim told me after he'd removed his mouth from my prick. Now he ran a finger up the underside of my shaft to expel the last few drops, which he licked off as they oozed out of my meatus. I was still holding his prick, the big eye at the end staring into my eyes. His scrotum was tight against his body, and I knew that making me come had increased his arousal. A minute passed while I recovered from the afterglow, and now I was ready to bring on his pleasure. I began stroking his shaft skin to bump and rub his flaring corona while my tongue-tip probed his distended orifice, and I heard him groan with pleasure. I cupped his tight scrotum with my other hand, fingers probing his urethra behind his balls. This gave me a close-up view of Jim's prick, an exact duplicate of mine, with straight shaft, prominent vein down the right side, and big bulbous helmet, except for the missing foreskin that he was trying to regrow. I tasted a drop of his clear lubricant as it seeped from his distended slit. Like mine, it was viscous and salty, and I spread it over the front dome of his helmet with my tongue while pumping his shaft skin. "I'm so hot, Jack," he murmured. "Doing you really turned me on. It won't be long." I was gratified by hearing this, because I knew the experience would be as pleasurable for him as it had for me. I was also looking forward to feeling his helmet throb against my tongue and palate, and to taste the torrents of cream that would be pouring from it. My lips were working around the front dome as my tongue continued to probe his teardrop shaped orifice, and I felt his glans becoming firmer as his excitement neared the peak. More lube poured out onto my tongue, and I relished the salty flavor as I would the taste and aroma of his sperm that was soon to erupt. His balls were very tight between my fingers, and his breathing was coming faster. Suddenly, he was there. "HUNH!" I heard him grunt as I felt the first pulse of his urethra behind his scrotum in my fingertips. His helmet throbbed hard in my mouth, and an instant later the first hot gush shot from his orifice onto my tongue. I felt his body shuddering in the throes of orgasm as another loud grunt filled the air and his straining prick discharged another torrent of chlorine-flavored sperm into my mouth. I swallowed hard, preparing for fluid as I continued to stroke his throbbing shaft and glans. Jim grunted again, enraptured by the sweet agony of his orgasm as I coaxed another hot jet from his throbbing tip. I knew his eyes were closed, as mine were during my orgasm. I felt his straining glans throb again as another discharge filled my mouth. The next one wasn't as strong, and the one that followed was mild, but fluid still seeped from his prick. I took a deep breath and then swallowed again. "Oh, that was a hot one," Jim murmured as his prick began softening in my mouth. I continued to lick the salty seepage from the front dome of his big helmet as I ran my fingertip up his urethra to extract the residue. His tight scrotum was loosening now, becoming droopy like my own, as the tension left his body. Jim was still torpid from the after-shock of his climax, lying passively on the bed as I finished milking his prick. "I've got to pee," I told him as I got up and headed for the bathroom. He followed and we stood side by side, discharging our yellow streams into the sink. "I guess we tape up again," he said as we finished and squeezed out the last drops. "This is a good time for it," I agreed. There's no chance we'll get hard now." "Let me do you, then," he suggested. "I want to get in practice for when I've got more skin and can use the cone." He picked up the cone with one hand as he delicately rolled back my long foreskin with the other. "You place the concave side of the cone against your tip, right?" he said as he pressed the cone against the front dome of my helmet. I nodded, and he rolled my foreskin forward over it as I peeled off a two-inch length of tape for him, which he wrapped around the end of my foreskin in a ring. Although the touch of his fingers on my prick ws pleasant, there wasn't the slightest rush of blood into it, as I was totally drained from the hot blasting orgasm I'd had minutes before. "Now I'll tape you up," I said as he finished. "I'll do it a little differently from the way you did it yesterday." I picked up his prick by the big helmet, gently squeezing it to drive out the blood. "I'm pressing your glans so that it'll be easier to slip your shaft-skin over it," I explained. Now I rolled his shaft-skin up and over the end as he peeled off a length of tape for me. There was easily half an inch of skin ahead of his glans and I wrapped the tape around it, leaving enough slack for urination. When I released his prick, the blood began to flow back into his glans, making the skin tube bulge. "Now it looks like yours with the skin over the end and my tip making it swell," he observed. "That's right, Jim. Now you'll get a bit more stretching during the course of the day. The overall length is a bit less because more of your prick's pushed back into your shaft-skin, but it's going to speed up the stretching slightly." "Have you heard from Steve lately?" he asked as we moved back into the bedroom to get dressed. Steve was a friend of ours who had restored his foreskin a couple of years before. We knew he'd done it, but hadn't asked him any detailed questions about it, as we'd gotten most of our information from the Internet. "No, not in a couple of weeks, but I can give him a call if you wish." Jim nodded, and after we'd dressed I dialed Steve's number. The conversation was brief. I told him about Jim's taping effort and my intention to gain more length, and he invited us to come to dinner that afternoon at five. I gave Jim a summary of our talk. "That's good," he said. "Steve's a good cook and I'm sure he'll have a real treat for us." I nodded in agreement. "I guess we can go out to lunch, a light one, and then take in a movie," I suggested. "Good idea," Jim agreed, and we went to a sandwich shop downtown and then to see a re-run of "Dirty Harry," one of our favorites. During the show, I thought of what might happen when we got to Steve's. We had previously gotten together for show-and-tells, and some three-way sex. Steve was a hot number, and he obviously thought of us the same way. Continued in Part 3.