He got out of bed and had to reorient himself. He looked at the figure sleeping next to him. Cristina? Isabel?
He looked at a book shelf next to the bed. Diccionario Politecnico, Advanced Engineering, Statistics...
He is Amado for the next one hour and was last night. And Cristina lay next to him.
He got out of bed and went directly to the bathroom. He looked himself up at the mirror and wished he could cut his hair. The dark brown wavy hair had grown longer and has started to become unruly and curly at the front and back hairline. He had to coordinate this with Amado.
Alejandro stood naked in the middle of the bathroom. He was 5'11" tall and had a lean muscular body. He is at the prime of his health at 23 years of age. He plays soccer at least once a week. He goes to Crossfit at least 4 times a week. He was handsome. He has light green eyes. He kept his body relatively hairless opting to shave his chest, belly, and pubic hair. He has a long brown uncircumcised penis. It measures 8.5 inches when erect. His testicles were large and hung low.
He stepped under the shower and felt the warm water wake him up further. He grabbed the soap and started to clean his body with it. Lavanda puig. It was one of the few differences he and Amado had. He never liked his brother's choice of soap or cologne.
Otherwise, he and his brother are identical in everyway. One big difference, of course, was their choice of professions. Alejandro planned to be a Radiologist. Amado wanted to be an Engineer.
They were very close. They shared everything since they were little. Clothes, toys, money, and even girls. They initially started playing pranks on their friends, pretending to be the other. They became quite an expert in fooling people who did not know them.
They found a great potential when one night, in their senior year in high school, Alejandro's girlfriend made out with Amado by mistake. When Alejandro found out, he intentionally made out with Amado's girlfriend the next day. The twins discovered early on they could get away with most anything, especially sharing women.
They were identical twins. Their bodies were similar in every way...fingerprints, shoe size, length of penis, and size of balls. They have the same mannerisms and speech patterns. Only their parents could tell them apart, and even then with difficulty.
Over the past nine years of being sexually active, they must have shared more than 40 women. They had it down to a science. Each would attract females and date them for several days. They traded notes on each girl and would swap partners after the first time they engaged in sexual intercourse. They usually would fuck the women at least a dozen times before unceremoniously dumping them.
They have become insatiable and considered women as beautiful toys, nothing more.
Alejandro stepped of the shower and wiped himself dry. He did not notice Cristina was already up watching him from the bed.
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She had been suspecting something over the past few weeks. She initially thought that Amado had been cheating on her but about 3 weeks ago, she discovered something strange. While she was giving Amado a blow job, she noticed a faint scar at the base of his penis. She asked Amado about it. It was a scar from when he caught his penis in his zipper when he was 14 years old. It bled quite a bit and healed with an almost imperceptible scar.
However, the following night, while she was again sucking on who she thought was Amado, the scar was gone. The next night, it was back!
She and Amado had been dating for at least 5 weeks and she could not put her finger on something. So one day, she followed Amado as he left for school. She was surprised when Amado who was riding his motorcycle took the A2 motorway heading east. Polytechnic was the opposite direction.
She followed him with a safe distance in her car and saw him exit towards Alcala de Henares. She recognized the university and thought he was probably there for academic reasons. He parked his motorcycle on a side street and walked towards the campus. She quickly found an empty parking and followed him on foot.
He was wearing faded denim jeans that high lighted his muscular buttocks. Cristina has always been attracted to healthy and athletic men. But what really attracted her to Amado was the way he looked in his trousers.
Cristina is an expert crotch watcher. Over the years , she has developed a method of gauging men based on the package they sported through their jeans, slacks, Speedos, boxers, and whatever they may be wearing. She became so good at this that she can almost tell 100% of the time the size of a man's penis and balls just by looking at their crotches.
The first time she saw Amado, he was wearing light brown slacks that hugged his muscular buttocks but modestly hid his generous package. But this didn't fool Cristina. She eyed his crotch the first time he saw him in a bar one night. He walked down a flight of stairs and saw a hint of the length of his penis and size of his balls as they shifted in his trousers with each step.
She saw him walk up a side street where tables and chairs were set. "Café de Libreros." A small street
café. She walked across the street and quickly entered a bank. Through the glass window, she was able to observe him without chances of discovery.
He stood next to a table where a man and a woman were having coffee. They appeared to be in a spirited conversation.
Then she noticed something. She looked down and admired his heavy package. His jeans were snug enough in the front that a faint outline of his penis and balls were visible. His balls hung low to the right of his crotch and his penis pointed down towards his right leg. She felt moisture build up between her legs with the sight.
However, Amado always carried his package to the left. In fact, she later discovered, all of his denim jeans were slightly worn on the left side where his penis and balls laid.
This puzzled her as she has never met a man who knowingly would carry his package a different way, especially in jeans.
She saw him walk up the street towards the University.
She exited the bank and crossed the street. She approached the couple and smiled.
"Hola! Are you Amado's friends?" she asked.
"We know Amado, yes we're friends, but that's his twin brother, Alejandro," the male answered.
She invited herself for coffee and sat down next to the couple. She learned about Amado's twin. And that he was in medical school. Alejandro had a girlfriend but she was currently in Buenos Aires visiting her family. Amado was apparently dating someone but he was a player and usually had 3 or 4 girls at the same time.
Suddenly, everything clicked. This explained everything. Although they were identical, there were some subtle and some overt differences. Amado's penis was just slightly thicker and leaned to the
left. Alejandro's was just slightly longer and leaned to the right. Amado kissed more tenderly. Alejandro used his tongue more forcefully. Amado took his time while fucking her. Alejandro was rough and quick.
She thought her boyfriend was just mixing up things.
She was dating two men!
She felt deeply betrayed, abused and absolutely humiliated.
She drove home that day in tears. But her tears quickly turned into anger and decided to play a wicked game of her own.
She was able to get the name of Alejandro's girlfriend. Isabel Echevarria. She was originally from Argentina but is now a Radiologist working at the university hospital. She was able to get her number from the hospital pretending to be a patient.
She was able to introduce herself and tell her of their plight. They eventually spoke over Skype where Cristina was able to describe to her in great detail her discovery and proofs to back this up.
Isabel was livid. She also suspected something was wrong with Alejandro. She felt used.
The two women hatched a plan to get even.
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Cristina watched from the bedroom as Alejandro dried himself with a towel. He looked remarkably like Amado from head to toe.
She and Isabel planned to figure out up close if there are any differences between the twins and if their similarities are only skin deep.
Alejandro walked out of the bathroom and smiled when he saw Cristina watching. He stood at the end of the bed to show off his body.
Cristina sat on the bed and gazed at his magnificent naked form. He was drying off his hair with the towel. He had very muscular shoulders. His biceps were lean but bulged out when his arms flexed. His chest was muscular and chiseled. His abdomen was flat. His rectus abdominis muscles were defined and formed a six-pack.
But for Cristina, the most beautiful part of his body is where it sat on his hips. He had twin muscular lines that started up from his sides and gracefully forming a cum gutter guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection. What hung from this intersection is a heavy and thick cock, semi erect, with its foreskin half covering the glans. His testicles were loose from the hot shower and swung low from side to side with his every movement.
She was an avid crotch watcher and was temporarily hypnotized by his pendulous cock and balls.
Alejandro knew he had an audience and was happy to perform for her. He slowly lowered the towel to dry off his chest, lower further to dry off his belly, and even lower...
Cristina inhaled deeply when she saw Alejandro scoop his balls up with his towel. He deliberately and slowly rolled the towel from his groin, cupping his balls, and repeatedly wiped them dry. His testicles formed two large brown mounds each time he lifted them up. They bounced in their sacks each time he let them go.
His penis was now fully erect. It stood straight out, slightly angling up, and to the right. His foreskin was fully retracted revealing a pink head. His muscular thighs where stiff. He slightly pumped his hips as if fucking the air.
He dropped the towel on the bed and grabbed his penis with his right hand. He started to masturbate. He massaged his testicles with his left hand and rolled them in his palms. His pumping became more furious. He bucked his hips in time. His eyes were closed. His chest was rising with his every breath. His flat belly tightened.
"HAWRRR!" Alejandro grunted. He came with a geyser of white semen that shot across the bed and hit Cristina on her breast. He squirted several times. His come formed a line of droplets across the bed.
Cristina gasped. She was turned on but was immediately put off when she realized the truth. Alejandro and Amado only thought about their pleasure. They did not really care about who they use or hurt.
Alejandro opened his eyes and was in a slight daze from the intensity of his orgasm. He wipes his penis with the towel.
"I'm in a hurry. I'll see you tonight?" Alejandro said.
Cristina nodded and said "Let me make you a cup of coffee before you go."
Alejandro smiled and nodded. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and put them on.
Cristina went to the kitchen and started to boil water in a sauce pan. She took a French press pot and put 4 scoops of ground coffee in it. She then went picked out a small vial from her purse and twisted its lid open. She poured the contents of the vial into the pot. She then returned the empty vial into her purse.
Alejandro came out of the bedroom wearing a tight shirt clearly defining his fit body. He was wearing a pair of snug black denim jeans that showed the outline of his cock and balls. His handsome face broke into a wide dimpled smile as he received a tall mug of coffee from Cristina.
He gave her a full kiss on the mouth. He then sat down on the bar stool and drunk his coffee. Cristina topped off his mug with a second serving of the brown liquid.
Alejandro finished the contents of the French press within ten minutes. He got up from the stool, kissed Cristina good bye and started to walk towards the front door.
He seemed to slow down a bit. He reached for the door knob but completely misjudged the distance and missed. The world started to move in slow motion. He turned around and started to say something to Cristina. The room kept spinning around him. He stood frozen, trying to regain his balance.
Cristina saw that the medication was starting to affect him. Isabel warned her of the immediate effects of GHB. She poured a hefty dose of it in his coffee.
Alejandro head started to sway from side to side. His legs were started to tremor. Cristina immediately ran to his side to support him and walk him to the nearby couch.
Alejandro sat back on the couch. He lost control of his body. His arms shook slightly. He could not focus his vision. His legs felt like rubber bands. He had an urge to urinate. He tried to get up but failed. He fell back on the couch. His head hung back over the edge of the seat. His arms lay useless on his sides. His legs were spread wide open. He blacked out.
Cristina saw him roll his eyes behind his head and shut them. He started to take progressively deep breaths.
She pried both eyes open and saw he had pin point pupils. She grabbed his wrists and felt his bounding pulses.
His shirt was wet with sweat. The front of his jeans was also wet. He lost the control of his bladder and urinated in his trousers.
Cristina picked her mobile phone and dialed.
"He is ready," she spoke.
A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She opened and the door and saw Isabel. They gave each other a quick hug.
Isabel was wearing a paramedic uniform. She pushed in a power-assisted gurney and parked it next to the couch. With Cristina's help, they were able to lay Alejandro's muscular body flat on the couch. Using a scoop slider, they were able to transfer his entire body in one concerted effort to the gurney. They strapped him secure with belts across his chest, pelvis, and thighs.
Isabel then grabbed a white sheet and covered him entirely.
Cristina put on a set of paramedic clothes that Isabel brought.
Once they were ready, they pushed the gurney out of the apartment and locked the door behind them.
Surprisingly, Calle Robredillo was empty. It was such a perfect street to park the ambulance. It was one way and she completely blocked the street with the truck.
Isabel opened the rear doors of the ambulance. Inside, Cristina saw Amado who was also sleeping and strapped in a gurney. He was wearing loose boxer shorts and nothing else. He looked exactly like his twin brother.
Isabel mechanically raised the gurney and pushed it into the back of the ambulance locking it in place next to the other gurney. Cristina jumped in the back and sat between the two brothers on a stool towards the rear of the truck. Isabel pulled the sheet off Alejandro's body. She then hooked a nasal cannula around Alejandro's face. The prongs poked up his nostrils and delivered oxygen. She pulled up his shirt and applied leads across his chest to monitor his vital signs.
A computer screen flickered to life. Next to this was a monitor that already had Amado's vitals signs. Even during coma, the twins had similar findings. Their heart rates were almost identical, 44 per minute for Amado, 47 for Alejandro. Their oxygen levels were also similar at 100% each. They each were breathing 12 times a minute.
Isabel then closed the rear door. She walked up to the driver's side of the truck, got in and started the ambulance. She drove out of the street and turned on the ambulance siren. She turned left on Calle Alonso Cano and then made a right towards the motor way. She was headed towards Ciudad Valdeluz, an abandoned city somewhere northeast of Madrid.
Meanwhile, Cristina enjoyed the sight of the two magnificent bodies in front of her. Their faces were so similar. But she couldn't stop herself from her hobby. She immediately focused her gaze towards their crotches.
Alejandro was still in his jeans but she could see the outline of his genitals through the denim fabric. His crotch was dark from what she though was urine. Amado's penis peeked out of the fly of his boxers. Cristina grabbed the tip of his penis and pulled it out from its hiding. She then inserted her right hand through the opening of his boxer and scooped his balls out. His entire genitalia now hung out of his shorts and wiggled with the vibration of the truck.
She then turned towards Alejandro's jeans and unbuttoned it. She lowered down the zipper and pulled his trousers and boxers at the same time. She was able to lower his both jeans and underwear down to his thighs completely exposing his flaccid penis and pendulous balls.
She then looked at both men's genitals and was completely amazed by them. They looked like mirror images. Both were uncircumcised. Each had a light olive color. The balls were equally large. She grabbed Amado's set with her right hand and Alejandro's with her left. They were equally hefty. She rolled the contents of each sack and felt the smooth surface of their lemon-sized balls. Even their shapes and sizes were competely similar. She then wrapped her right hand around Amado's shaft and her left on Alejandro's. Their penises had the same spongy feel.
She let go of their penises and took her iPhone. She started taking pictures of the men's genitalia. She posed each in different positions. She took several pics with the penises laying flat pointing towards the belly button and some pointing downwards while resting on their scrotums. She took pictures of their ballslossely hanging between their legs. She also took pics of them while she had them in her hands.
Isabel eventually saw what was going on through the rear view mirror and laughed.
"Leave some for me later, amiga," Isabel smiled.
After about and hour-and-a-half, they finally arrived at their destination.
Ciudad Valdeluz is a suburb of Madrid. It resembles a ghost town when 75% of the city was left unfinished in 2008 due to the housing market and economic crash. It had a medical center that is only open certain times of the month.
Isabel chose the place precisely because of the almost abandoned hospital. She worked here on occasions and had access to the building and the equipment therein. The center won't be open again until next week giving them plenty of time to play with the twins.
She backed up the ambulance towards the door where medical supplies are delivered. She got out of the truck and walked towards the locked door. She used a key to unlock the double door and swung them open. A loud echo emanated from the empty hallways of the hospital.
She then opened the rear door of the ambulance and smiled.
"Amiga, what we have here is a special opportunity to teach abusive men out there a special lesson," Isabel said.
Cristina smiled and looked down at the brothers' genitals. It was a indeed a special opportunity. She intended to see how deep the similarity went. She intended to move her hobby of crotch watching forward. She has been enjoying looking at the surface all this time and wondered how everything looked underneath it.
He stepped under the shower and felt the warm water wake him up further. He grabbed the soap and started to clean his body with it. Lavanda puig. It was one of the few differences he and Amado had. He never liked his brother's choice of soap or cologne.
Otherwise, he and his brother are identical in everyway. One big difference, of course, was their choice of professions. Alejandro planned to be a Radiologist. Amado wanted to be an Engineer.
They were very close. They shared everything since they were little. Clothes, toys, money, and even girls. They initially started playing pranks on their friends, pretending to be the other. They became quite an expert in fooling people who did not know them.
They found a great potential when one night, in their senior year in high school, Alejandro's girlfriend made out with Amado by mistake. When Alejandro found out, he intentionally made out with Amado's girlfriend the next day. The twins discovered early on they could get away with most anything, especially sharing women.
They were identical twins. Their bodies were similar in every way...fingerprints, shoe size, length of penis, and size of balls. They have the same mannerisms and speech patterns. Only their parents could tell them apart, and even then with difficulty.
Over the past nine years of being sexually active, they must have shared more than 40 women. They had it down to a science. Each would attract females and date them for several days. They traded notes on each girl and would swap partners after the first time they engaged in sexual intercourse. They usually would fuck the women at least a dozen times before unceremoniously dumping them.
They have become insatiable and considered women as beautiful toys, nothing more.
Alejandro stepped of the shower and wiped himself dry. He did not notice Cristina was already up watching him from the bed.
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She had been suspecting something over the past few weeks. She initially thought that Amado had been cheating on her but about 3 weeks ago, she discovered something strange. While she was giving Amado a blow job, she noticed a faint scar at the base of his penis. She asked Amado about it. It was a scar from when he caught his penis in his zipper when he was 14 years old. It bled quite a bit and healed with an almost imperceptible scar.
However, the following night, while she was again sucking on who she thought was Amado, the scar was gone. The next night, it was back!
She and Amado had been dating for at least 5 weeks and she could not put her finger on something. So one day, she followed Amado as he left for school. She was surprised when Amado who was riding his motorcycle took the A2 motorway heading east. Polytechnic was the opposite direction.
She followed him with a safe distance in her car and saw him exit towards Alcala de Henares. She recognized the university and thought he was probably there for academic reasons. He parked his motorcycle on a side street and walked towards the campus. She quickly found an empty parking and followed him on foot.
He was wearing faded denim jeans that high lighted his muscular buttocks. Cristina has always been attracted to healthy and athletic men. But what really attracted her to Amado was the way he looked in his trousers.
Cristina is an expert crotch watcher. Over the years , she has developed a method of gauging men based on the package they sported through their jeans, slacks, Speedos, boxers, and whatever they may be wearing. She became so good at this that she can almost tell 100% of the time the size of a man's penis and balls just by looking at their crotches.
The first time she saw Amado, he was wearing light brown slacks that hugged his muscular buttocks but modestly hid his generous package. But this didn't fool Cristina. She eyed his crotch the first time he saw him in a bar one night. He walked down a flight of stairs and saw a hint of the length of his penis and size of his balls as they shifted in his trousers with each step.
She saw him walk up a side street where tables and chairs were set. "Café de Libreros." A small street
café. She walked across the street and quickly entered a bank. Through the glass window, she was able to observe him without chances of discovery.
He stood next to a table where a man and a woman were having coffee. They appeared to be in a spirited conversation.
Then she noticed something. She looked down and admired his heavy package. His jeans were snug enough in the front that a faint outline of his penis and balls were visible. His balls hung low to the right of his crotch and his penis pointed down towards his right leg. She felt moisture build up between her legs with the sight.
However, Amado always carried his package to the left. In fact, she later discovered, all of his denim jeans were slightly worn on the left side where his penis and balls laid.
This puzzled her as she has never met a man who knowingly would carry his package a different way, especially in jeans.
She saw him walk up the street towards the University.
She exited the bank and crossed the street. She approached the couple and smiled.
"Hola! Are you Amado's friends?" she asked.
"We know Amado, yes we're friends, but that's his twin brother, Alejandro," the male answered.
She invited herself for coffee and sat down next to the couple. She learned about Amado's twin. And that he was in medical school. Alejandro had a girlfriend but she was currently in Buenos Aires visiting her family. Amado was apparently dating someone but he was a player and usually had 3 or 4 girls at the same time.
Suddenly, everything clicked. This explained everything. Although they were identical, there were some subtle and some overt differences. Amado's penis was just slightly thicker and leaned to the
left. Alejandro's was just slightly longer and leaned to the right. Amado kissed more tenderly. Alejandro used his tongue more forcefully. Amado took his time while fucking her. Alejandro was rough and quick.
She thought her boyfriend was just mixing up things.
She was dating two men!
She felt deeply betrayed, abused and absolutely humiliated.
She drove home that day in tears. But her tears quickly turned into anger and decided to play a wicked game of her own.
She was able to get the name of Alejandro's girlfriend. Isabel Echevarria. She was originally from Argentina but is now a Radiologist working at the university hospital. She was able to get her number from the hospital pretending to be a patient.
She was able to introduce herself and tell her of their plight. They eventually spoke over Skype where Cristina was able to describe to her in great detail her discovery and proofs to back this up.
Isabel was livid. She also suspected something was wrong with Alejandro. She felt used.
The two women hatched a plan to get even.
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Cristina watched from the bedroom as Alejandro dried himself with a towel. He looked remarkably like Amado from head to toe.
She and Isabel planned to figure out up close if there are any differences between the twins and if their similarities are only skin deep.
Alejandro walked out of the bathroom and smiled when he saw Cristina watching. He stood at the end of the bed to show off his body.
Cristina sat on the bed and gazed at his magnificent naked form. He was drying off his hair with the towel. He had very muscular shoulders. His biceps were lean but bulged out when his arms flexed. His chest was muscular and chiseled. His abdomen was flat. His rectus abdominis muscles were defined and formed a six-pack.
But for Cristina, the most beautiful part of his body is where it sat on his hips. He had twin muscular lines that started up from his sides and gracefully forming a cum gutter guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection. What hung from this intersection is a heavy and thick cock, semi erect, with its foreskin half covering the glans. His testicles were loose from the hot shower and swung low from side to side with his every movement.
She was an avid crotch watcher and was temporarily hypnotized by his pendulous cock and balls.
Alejandro knew he had an audience and was happy to perform for her. He slowly lowered the towel to dry off his chest, lower further to dry off his belly, and even lower...
Cristina inhaled deeply when she saw Alejandro scoop his balls up with his towel. He deliberately and slowly rolled the towel from his groin, cupping his balls, and repeatedly wiped them dry. His testicles formed two large brown mounds each time he lifted them up. They bounced in their sacks each time he let them go.
His penis was now fully erect. It stood straight out, slightly angling up, and to the right. His foreskin was fully retracted revealing a pink head. His muscular thighs where stiff. He slightly pumped his hips as if fucking the air.
He dropped the towel on the bed and grabbed his penis with his right hand. He started to masturbate. He massaged his testicles with his left hand and rolled them in his palms. His pumping became more furious. He bucked his hips in time. His eyes were closed. His chest was rising with his every breath. His flat belly tightened.
"HAWRRR!" Alejandro grunted. He came with a geyser of white semen that shot across the bed and hit Cristina on her breast. He squirted several times. His come formed a line of droplets across the bed.
Cristina gasped. She was turned on but was immediately put off when she realized the truth. Alejandro and Amado only thought about their pleasure. They did not really care about who they use or hurt.
Alejandro opened his eyes and was in a slight daze from the intensity of his orgasm. He wipes his penis with the towel.
"I'm in a hurry. I'll see you tonight?" Alejandro said.
Cristina nodded and said "Let me make you a cup of coffee before you go."
Alejandro smiled and nodded. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and put them on.
Cristina went to the kitchen and started to boil water in a sauce pan. She took a French press pot and put 4 scoops of ground coffee in it. She then went picked out a small vial from her purse and twisted its lid open. She poured the contents of the vial into the pot. She then returned the empty vial into her purse.
Alejandro came out of the bedroom wearing a tight shirt clearly defining his fit body. He was wearing a pair of snug black denim jeans that showed the outline of his cock and balls. His handsome face broke into a wide dimpled smile as he received a tall mug of coffee from Cristina.
He gave her a full kiss on the mouth. He then sat down on the bar stool and drunk his coffee. Cristina topped off his mug with a second serving of the brown liquid.
Alejandro finished the contents of the French press within ten minutes. He got up from the stool, kissed Cristina good bye and started to walk towards the front door.
He seemed to slow down a bit. He reached for the door knob but completely misjudged the distance and missed. The world started to move in slow motion. He turned around and started to say something to Cristina. The room kept spinning around him. He stood frozen, trying to regain his balance.
Cristina saw that the medication was starting to affect him. Isabel warned her of the immediate effects of GHB. She poured a hefty dose of it in his coffee.
Alejandro head started to sway from side to side. His legs were started to tremor. Cristina immediately ran to his side to support him and walk him to the nearby couch.
Alejandro sat back on the couch. He lost control of his body. His arms shook slightly. He could not focus his vision. His legs felt like rubber bands. He had an urge to urinate. He tried to get up but failed. He fell back on the couch. His head hung back over the edge of the seat. His arms lay useless on his sides. His legs were spread wide open. He blacked out.
Cristina saw him roll his eyes behind his head and shut them. He started to take progressively deep breaths.
She pried both eyes open and saw he had pin point pupils. She grabbed his wrists and felt his bounding pulses.
His shirt was wet with sweat. The front of his jeans was also wet. He lost the control of his bladder and urinated in his trousers.
Cristina picked her mobile phone and dialed.
"He is ready," she spoke.
A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She opened and the door and saw Isabel. They gave each other a quick hug.
Isabel was wearing a paramedic uniform. She pushed in a power-assisted gurney and parked it next to the couch. With Cristina's help, they were able to lay Alejandro's muscular body flat on the couch. Using a scoop slider, they were able to transfer his entire body in one concerted effort to the gurney. They strapped him secure with belts across his chest, pelvis, and thighs.
Isabel then grabbed a white sheet and covered him entirely.
Cristina put on a set of paramedic clothes that Isabel brought.
Once they were ready, they pushed the gurney out of the apartment and locked the door behind them.
Surprisingly, Calle Robredillo was empty. It was such a perfect street to park the ambulance. It was one way and she completely blocked the street with the truck.
Isabel opened the rear doors of the ambulance. Inside, Cristina saw Amado who was also sleeping and strapped in a gurney. He was wearing loose boxer shorts and nothing else. He looked exactly like his twin brother.
Isabel mechanically raised the gurney and pushed it into the back of the ambulance locking it in place next to the other gurney. Cristina jumped in the back and sat between the two brothers on a stool towards the rear of the truck. Isabel pulled the sheet off Alejandro's body. She then hooked a nasal cannula around Alejandro's face. The prongs poked up his nostrils and delivered oxygen. She pulled up his shirt and applied leads across his chest to monitor his vital signs.
A computer screen flickered to life. Next to this was a monitor that already had Amado's vitals signs. Even during coma, the twins had similar findings. Their heart rates were almost identical, 44 per minute for Amado, 47 for Alejandro. Their oxygen levels were also similar at 100% each. They each were breathing 12 times a minute.
Isabel then closed the rear door. She walked up to the driver's side of the truck, got in and started the ambulance. She drove out of the street and turned on the ambulance siren. She turned left on Calle Alonso Cano and then made a right towards the motor way. She was headed towards Ciudad Valdeluz, an abandoned city somewhere northeast of Madrid.
Meanwhile, Cristina enjoyed the sight of the two magnificent bodies in front of her. Their faces were so similar. But she couldn't stop herself from her hobby. She immediately focused her gaze towards their crotches.
Alejandro was still in his jeans but she could see the outline of his genitals through the denim fabric. His crotch was dark from what she though was urine. Amado's penis peeked out of the fly of his boxers. Cristina grabbed the tip of his penis and pulled it out from its hiding. She then inserted her right hand through the opening of his boxer and scooped his balls out. His entire genitalia now hung out of his shorts and wiggled with the vibration of the truck.
She then turned towards Alejandro's jeans and unbuttoned it. She lowered down the zipper and pulled his trousers and boxers at the same time. She was able to lower his both jeans and underwear down to his thighs completely exposing his flaccid penis and pendulous balls.
She then looked at both men's genitals and was completely amazed by them. They looked like mirror images. Both were uncircumcised. Each had a light olive color. The balls were equally large. She grabbed Amado's set with her right hand and Alejandro's with her left. They were equally hefty. She rolled the contents of each sack and felt the smooth surface of their lemon-sized balls. Even their shapes and sizes were competely similar. She then wrapped her right hand around Amado's shaft and her left on Alejandro's. Their penises had the same spongy feel.
She let go of their penises and took her iPhone. She started taking pictures of the men's genitalia. She posed each in different positions. She took several pics with the penises laying flat pointing towards the belly button and some pointing downwards while resting on their scrotums. She took pictures of their ballslossely hanging between their legs. She also took pics of them while she had them in her hands.
Isabel eventually saw what was going on through the rear view mirror and laughed.
"Leave some for me later, amiga," Isabel smiled.
After about and hour-and-a-half, they finally arrived at their destination.
Ciudad Valdeluz is a suburb of Madrid. It resembles a ghost town when 75% of the city was left unfinished in 2008 due to the housing market and economic crash. It had a medical center that is only open certain times of the month.
Isabel chose the place precisely because of the almost abandoned hospital. She worked here on occasions and had access to the building and the equipment therein. The center won't be open again until next week giving them plenty of time to play with the twins.
She backed up the ambulance towards the door where medical supplies are delivered. She got out of the truck and walked towards the locked door. She used a key to unlock the double door and swung them open. A loud echo emanated from the empty hallways of the hospital.
She then opened the rear door of the ambulance and smiled.
"Amiga, what we have here is a special opportunity to teach abusive men out there a special lesson," Isabel said.
Cristina smiled and looked down at the brothers' genitals. It was a indeed a special opportunity. She intended to see how deep the similarity went. She intended to move her hobby of crotch watching forward. She has been enjoying looking at the surface all this time and wondered how everything looked underneath it.
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