Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 15:32:45 +0200
From: Johan Keller Jensen <johan.keller.jensen@gmail.com>
Subject: To Be With Me part 1 "Hadrian"

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sex between a guy and his
clone/copy. Read only if you are willing and allowed to.

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To Be with Me
Act 1 - Hadrian

"That's wrong." He grabbed an eraser and rather proceeded to aggressively
erase and thereafter write the correct answer.

I looked up at him. Then around the classroom. Nobody looked at us, even
though he hadn't been quite. In fact, he had quite openly said it out loud,
yet nobody seemed to have heard. That or they ignored him. I wouldn't have
found it surprising, since nobody had really seemed to notice him. It had
been three days, and not a single soul had spoken as much as a word
directly to him. Oddly enough, a seat had been prepared for him. People
acknowledged his existence where it suited him, I suppose. But it made
sense; it was way easier to just make sure he had a seat than to have
someone standing awkwardly in class every day.

Three days. That's how long it had been since he had appeared, which is
literally the best word to describe it; Three days ago, I found myself
waking up besides someone, even though I don't have a boyfriend, whom I
would supposedly sleep with. He was just there.

"Hey, stop daydreaming, it's a fucking test." He snapped his fingers loudly
in front of my face.

My eyes darted towards the teacher at the swearing; they didn't even
flinch. There were many small oddities surrounding this boy, and perhaps a
couple of not-so-small ones, but the biggest so far was, that he looked
exactly like me. And I'm not talking about someone resembling you a lot,
I'm talking every little freckle and mole, every strand of hair, even every
follicle was on him exactly as it was on me. Even identical twins don't
look this much alike. He looked like a clone of me.

On the first day, I was surprised firstly that another guy was sleeping in
my bed, and secondly that it was myself. I had woken up besides myself. I,
of course, asked him who he was (though perhaps I might have yelled it
quite loudly) and he simply said:

"I'm Hadrian."

Which was foolish; I'm Hadrian. I studied him for a bit; at that morning we
were wearing the exact same clothes. Well, the exact same underwear, at
least. It was a weird feeling, watching oneself from a third-person
perspective. A mirror can imitate that view, but this was something
completely different, I tell you. I kept staring at him for so long, I'm
not even sure how I - or we, rather - managed to be on time. However, as I
stood there staring, I could see that his face slowly began to redden. He
was getting embarrassed. Because I was staring. Which made me embarrassed.

"W-well, uh, get dressed! We're late?" I said as I fled the uncomfortable
and awkward situation.

He didn't reply, and for a moment, I hoped that when I would re-enter my
room, he'd be gone. But lo and behold, he was still there and he had
actually gotten dressed. Stunned, once again, I walked up to him. In
retrospect, I was perhaps standing a bit too close to comfort. I just kept
looking over him. Instinctively, I reached out and took a gentle hold of
his arm.

"This is my arm." I said to no one specific. It was - and still is - a
surreal experience to, well, experience oneself like that.

"Well technically, it's my arm," He said.

I took my arm away, having completely forgotten that he was a person. I
stood there, staring blankly into his face in utter silence. He didn't say
a word. The silence continued for what seemed like eons, and there was a
tension between us; A tension in both the air around us and inside us. The
now-slightly-less-uncomfortable situation broke as my mom called for me and
we went to school. My parents continued to ignore him in the same way
everyone else did.

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"What's wrong with you? It was a ridiculously easy test! And I would know,
because I was the one who actually did it, instead of just daydreaming all
day!"

Hadrian was lecturing me on our way home. At this third day after his
arrival, he had become quite talkative compared to the first two days. I
started to giggle for myself; it was so incredibly hilarious to watch you
lecture yourself so animatedly. He told me to stop laughing at him, but I
could see that he was smirking. He probably found it funny too.

My everyday life hadn't really been shaken up that much by his arrival. He
was me, afterall, inside and outside. At least I thought he was. He
appeared to have the same interests and hobbies as I had, and that was all
I really cared about. It made it easier for me; I didn't have to
accommodate to him. It was actually quite nice, once you'd get past the
oddness of it all. Of course, social situations were always weird. But
overall not too bad. Though there were the nights.

I had a queen-sized bed, so space wasn't an issue. We both fit in it very
nicely. The first two nights had been like a stilted conversation. Somehow,
I, and possibly also him, felt embarrassed to undress in front of each
other. There was logically nothing wrong about it; we were the same so we
should already have seen all of each other, essentially. And yet there was
a hesitation. A reluctance if you will. But we couldn't keep being like
this. Who knew how long we'd be sleeping together? So I proposed something,
that third night.

"Let's sleep naked."

"What?" He said and looked at me.

I admit, that this would also be the third night I wouldn't have jerked
off, and I was beginning to feel the strain, and it might have clouded my
judgement a bit.

"Yeah! Like, why are we so bashful around each other? You're literally me!
I know every part of your body," He blushed at this mention, "And you know
every part of mine! There's nothing I haven't seen before!" I said.

It honestly seemed like a great plan, and the most sound solution in the
world, at the time. And I'm not sure how exactly it worked, because it
really made no sense at all. But he agreed.

He had barely finished saying 'sure' before I had stripped down to
nothing. For a brief moment I stood before the bed where he sat. Standing
in all my glory. At this point I was at least semi-erect, and it was only
getting stiffer. He must have noticed it, but I was sure, at the time, that
he hadn't. And so I dug down under the covers and turned on my side, facing
away from him. I heard a small rustle of clothes and then felt him lie down
on the other side, facing away from me. We said our goodnights and in the
dark I lay wide awake. I'm not sure how much time passed, but at some point
I felt him crawl closer to me. I had actually managed to contain my
erection a bit at this point, but as he crawled closer, our naked bodies
bumped into each other; his butt against mine.

It was as if a spark had gone through me, as he bumped into me, because my
erection was instantly back. And I knew I wouldn't be able to simply wish
it away this time.

"H-Hadrian?" I said softly. I didn't get an answer. Not a real one, at
least. It was less than a mumble. He appeared to be asleep. I began to
simply let my mind operate on its own, as I was sure that I would like
wherever this was going.

"Hadrian." I said again as I turned on to the other side. Not long after,
he turned around as well. I could see that he was fully awake, though he
tried to look sleepy.

"I know this may sound odd, Hadrian, but," I gulped, "But can I kiss you?"

His eyes opened wide at this. He didn't say anything, but I could see that
he slowly nodded. Perhaps he might have thought of similar things. I felt
my body's temperature rising slowly as I scooted closer to him. I placed a
hand on the side of his face, and I inched closer. Our lips met and it was
like they had been meant for each other all along. After just a few kisses,
I could feel his tongue trying to meet mine in an act of passion. I wanted
more of his taste, and so I pressed myself closer to him. My hand caressed
him as it moved to the back of his head as to help me get closer, even
though it wasn't possible at this point. But not just my face, I wanted my
whole body to be closer to him. With on leg, I parted his and slid closer
to him. I heard a him utter a small moan under his breath as my dick
touched his. As I watched his face, I began to grind myself against him, in
the hopes of getting the same reaction again. And I did. Again he moaned as
my dick slid against his; this time just a bit louder. Grinding, again and
again, but slowly, I started to pant a little as I was humping him. It just
felt so good. I started to feel a wet sensation and I reacher down and
ceased the thrusting. Precum from both of us had started leaking, and was
beginning to smear, creating just a tiny bit of lubricant.

I wasn't even thinking anymore, I was simply acting on lust. I grabbed
ahold of both his and my cock, and as I started to jerk both of us off, I
pressed his face towards mine with my other hand. The position was getting
a bit dull, so I turned on my back, thus pushing him on top of me. I
continued to jerk us off, though I didn't need to move my hand anymore, as
he was creating all the friction by thrusting as deeply as possible. My
free hand traveled down his back and found his cheeks. Rhythmically in sync
with his thrusts, I pressed him closer to me. At this point, he wasn't the
only one moaning.

I let go of our cocks with my hand, and, like my other, placed it on his
other cheek. Gently massaging them, I pressed his groin towards me, as I in
turn thrust my own upwards. It didn't take me long to find his crack, and
as I did, I looked at him. He looked back at me, and I could see that he
also wanted this. I reached inside the drawer of my bedside table and
brought over some lube. Using a little on my fingers, I smeared it on his
hole. I could see that it was a bit colder than he had imagined, but he
seemed to quickly get over it. I kept looking at him, as I started prodding
him. He had closed his eyes at this point, and so I went ahead and put the
first finger in. I only needed one hand for this, so the other found its
way back to his dick. I started to gently jerk him off as I was fingering
him. A moment later I inserted the second. Then the third.

"I can't handle it anymore. Can I please fuck you?" I whispered.

Still with his eyes closed, he nodded. Again I reached over and got a
condom. I rather quickly but it on and used some more lube on my cock. I
guided him towards it, and did my best to position it properly. He slowly
lowered himself, and I felt how his hole met the tip of my cock; he relaxed
and I was inside. I moaned a single time. It felt absolutely amazing, and I
simply couldn't stop now. I began to thrust upwards, and I felt how more of
my dick slid inside him. I couldn't stop. It felt so incredibly good. I
continued until he was down by the hilt. He sat there for a while and then
raised himself again. I lost it there. I began to thrust faster and faster.
I panted as if I was running miles, and he was beginning to really let his
voice out. I fucked him - the guy who was exactly me; I was fucking myself.
The thought sent me over the edge, and I could feel the tension rise
quickly in my balls.

"H-Hadrian, I can't-"

I didn't get to say anything else, as I buried myself inside him and came.
Quickly he grabbed his own dick and started to jerk himself off. It didn't
take him very long to also come. two, three spurts of cum landed on me,
with one of them being square in my face. I stayed inside of him for some
time, until I was completely flaccid.

After the ordeal I was able to sleep soundly, as was he, I'm sure.

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