“You don’t know that!” I sat on the bed and held him in my arms. “You’re here, now!” Frantically, I came up with something. “If you were going to vanish, wouldn’t you have vanished now, that we’ve met?” That was something that had occurred to me while waiting this afternoon.
And it worked on him. He stopped shivering. “You’re right. Whatever’s going on, you and I aren’t the same person, are we?”
“Just incredibly identical. I’m thinking parallel universes myself. In your universe, maybe the first President was Benedict Arnold or something.”
“It was George Washington.”
“We may never figure out the difference. Maybe the only difference in it was that you turned back the clocks and I didn’t, and that’s why we ended up...merged except for us.”
“Merged.” Other said, trying it on. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah.” I said. And it was then, with him just holding me, not frightened, not shivering, and me not concerned, not nurturing, that seemed to trigger it.
Other felt it, too. His hand came up and touched my cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”
“Don’t mention it.” I said. “I got the day off work with pay, thanks to you.”
“I guess we can work alternate days, then.” Other said gently. His hand on my cheek made a soft curving motion that was like fire. “And then when we get home, the other can be there waiting for him.”
“Sounds pretty good to me.” I agreed.
I’m not sure which of us decided to kiss the other, but we met halfway so I don’t guess it really matters. He was wearing his business suit still, while I had on the shorts and t-shirt I change into when I get home from work. Other than that, we were exactly alike. I think that’s what triggered things, you know? To touch and be touched and it’s just the same both ways? I know I was really turned on. Of course... “I didn’t get a chance to jack off like usual this morning.” I commented irrelevantly.
“Me, either.” Other said. “I woke up and had a lot of trouble getting myself started.”
“The time change always does screw me up. Us up.” I agreed huskily. “Or maybe that was just our bodies telling us that if we weren’t careful, this was going to happen.”
“Like feeling torn in two, isn’t it, the time change.”
“Yeah.” I said. “Though I’m not complaining about how it’s worked out.” And I kissed him again, harder. My idea, not that he didn’t cooperate all the way.
He had more to remove than I did, though we undressed each other. I got him out of the shoes, pants, jacket, tie and shirt, and he had me totally naked, while still wearing his white t-shirt and briefs and socks. He didn’t give me a chance to catch up, we were both standing by the bed at this point and he sort of pushed me back onto the bed and clambered in on top of me. He maneuvered around so that his knees were on either side of my head and his face was down to where it would do the most good.
His mouth caught hold of my cock and sucked it down and I nearly fucking fainted! I mean, that was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had. Like it was meant to fit there. Most guys, somehow their mouth doesn’t quite fit over the cock right, you have teeth that scrape you now and then or the mouth is too large and your cock is kind of lost inside of it. Oh, there’s pleasure in being sucked by any man’s mouth and some of these guys I’ve just slammed were damned talented in bed, but this one...this one felt right. More than right. Maybe it’s genetic, you have a certain cock so you have a certain shape of mouth that fits it exactly. Maybe our ancestors could all auto-fellate themselves and that shaped evolution, too, I don’t know. I was too busy having my brains blown along with my prick at that moment.
His mouth and lips fit me perfectly and he managed to take nearly all my seven inches without choking or pausing on his first slide down. His wet mouth slicked my prong all the way along and then he was gripping it at the bottom of his movement and then rising up again, and when he did, pleasure rippled along as my cockskin was pulled up and over the flare of my glans as he rose. His lips arrived at the flare, and that was even more intense and then he was above it, then down below it again and my cockskin was being slid down my shaft instead, and again, joy skipped all the way down along with it on its journey. And at the bottom, the magnificent spectacle of delight started all over again.
Each cycle was exquisitely joyous torment to me and I moaned, my fingers fumbled and I wondered if I’d ever survive the rest of this sexual encounter. One of us was superfluous, maybe this was how the universe would repair itself, by sending one of us into oblivion through the “little death” of superlative climax.
But I rallied, determined to fight for my right to be the twin who survived in this womb of my bedroom, and I fought his cock free of its confinement, the hard stiff pud fighting me every step of the way, the cotton refusing to relinquish it without struggling to the last fiber of its existence, but I conquered it and brought that beautifully familiar-looking prong out into the light and steered its flight into my mouth and I clutched onto it and found my mouth, too, felt it was just the right fit.
Other moaned as I had as I drove that dong all the way down far as I could and then I held on and pulled away from it, hard to do with Other above me like he was, but I managed and sent him into the same torture chamber of mouth-love as he had banished me, and he nearly let go of me and then he revived as I had and began to suck me again.
I fought us into a more side-by-side position, with our lower bodies down on the bed but the upper halves lifted up and around so that we were entwined around each other and this let both of us actively suck on the other. Moans of joy slid out of us as each stroke up and down was wrought, and I knew that I was close to my own climax and was in no doubt that he’d be right with me if I did.
But he pulled away, gasping hard, saying, “Let’s stop. I want to fuck you.”
I had nothing against the idea but thought and said, “Okay, but do I get to fuck you, too?”
“Sure.” he panted hard. “Let’s make it, the one who works that day gets to fuck the one who stays home. Payment for the work.”
“Sounds fair.” I said. Sounded like I was going to play bottom only tonight, but being fucked is a pleasure when done right and I figured if I could suck myself the right way, I’d be able to fuck myself just as perfectly.
And Other fished the lube of my bedside table (hey, no surprise him knowing it was there, where else would you keep the love-lube but there, huh?) and his hand squirted a glob onto his palm and then he was slicking up his dong. “You want a condom on this?” he offered.
“Why?” I asked, genuinely bewildered.
“I mean, if there is a difference between us, maybe one of us is HIV positive and the other one isn’t.”
“Oh.” I considered this blasphemy. “No, I say if we’re identical we’re identical. I figure on the President Arnold angle here. I mean, if you were really different from me, Shirley and Deborah would have ripped you apart before lunch.”
He knew what I meant. “You’re right. Okay, we’re laser-scan copies of each other, and I can fuck you bareback.”
“Then get to riding it, cowboy.” I offered, rolling onto my stomach.
He shoved a pillow under my crotch to jack up my ass, my own standard technique for fucking a guy. Then I felt that perfect pud kiss my butthole and I worked my ass to suck it inside me as he pushed.
It slid in smooth as butter and then some. I was totally able to take myself in the ass, and it felt great, totally right, more than right. Like this was where it was supposed to be.
I started fucking myself (I swore I wouldn’t mix my pronouns, but it felt like that) and I knew why my lovers were so damned eager to take my cock up their butts. I had just figured I had a knack for picking the more submissive types of guys, but now I was my own bottom, I knew that I had a damned talented fucking style. Nice to know that, you know?
I didn’t feel violated or forced, I felt like my body was moving in smooth harmony with his. Like we were one person again, like I was the one fucking as well as the one being fucked. Each time Other’s prod rammed into me, it was sheer ecstasy and each time he pulled back out again, it was heavenly, and that was what it was with every motion of Other’s hips as he fucked me. His hands curved under my prone body and cupped my breasts, one in each warm palm and I felt the smooth skin of his hand caressing my nipples as he hunched at me, and his breath was a hot furnace blowing at the back of my neck, Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!
“Oh, God, yeah, fuck me, Nathan, fuck me!” I moaned. “So damned good, yeah, fuck yeah!”
“Yeah, Nathan, you have a hot fucking ass.” Other chimed in. “I love you, Nathan, you’re the best.”
“You too, Nathan.”
“So fucking hot, Nathan!”
“Fuck me, Nathan, fuck me harder!”
“Oh, yeah, Nathan, yeah!”
“Fuck me, Nathan!”
“Yeah, yeah!”
‘Oh, God!” I gasped as my body suddenly lit up with blue electrical fire within. “I’m coming, Nathan, I’m coming!”
“Oh, shit, Nathan, yeah, uh, huh, huh, uh!”
“I’m coming, Nathan, I’m coming! Ah-ah-ah-ah-hah!”
“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh...”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...”
“...AH-GAH-HUH-HUNNNHHH!”
“AH-HUH-HUNH-GUH-HUNNNNHHH!”
“AH-HAH! AH-HAH! AH-HAH!”
“HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!”
We were climaxing together, at exactly the same moment. I’d never felt closer to myself than I did at that instant, like I remembered everything he had done that day, getting up, going to work, finishing the Peterson project (I had started it last Friday and only had a few more hours of work on it at the office Monday to complete it) and starting the Michael-Edwards job. All of it, sitting right alongside my own memories of the shocking morning I’d had when I’d been running late, only to find another me had been living my life in my place all along.
We finished climaxing and I sagged down, exhausted and Other was on top of me, breathing hard. It was dark, very dark. “Sun’s gone down.” I said, one of those irrelevant sentences you say when you’re drained by sex and the silence begs you to break it somehow.