Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 06:31:52 +0200 From: Dampies Dampis Subject: Clone Sagas 2 THIS EPISODE CONTAINS PISS DRINKING AND ROUGH SEX. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU THEREFORE ARE OTHER STORIES. DONATE TO NIFTY. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: As we walked into the house through the garage door my harlequin Great Dane-cross lifted his big head off his paws. He languidly got up, bowed to me as he always does and smiled at Seth. That was odd. That was behaviour he reserved for me, his god. It was an embarrassed grin that spoke of how silly he felt that he loved me so much. He walked up to us and licked Seth's hand, putting his head under it to be fondled. "He knows," Seth said and rubbed the velvety ears. "Of course he does. Come and sit here." I walked up to the glass door of the patio that overlooked Camp's Bay and opened it. We were assaulted by the scent of the Atlantic Ocean. A stiff breeze blew over the sea and carried hints of the wildness that was this coastline. I took Seth by the hand. I looked at it. It was his right hand and I held it in my right. His nails were bitten in places, just like mine. Where I had a slightly misshapen middle finger from the time a heavy grease trap lid had fallen on it, his was undamaged. As mine would have been. We placed our palms against each other. A perfect match. My heart pulsed secretly in my chest. I felt an excitement thrum through me like a low-level electric current. I was struck by how bizarre it was to be looking into my own eyes. Of course it was slightly different. There was a large full length mirror against the one wall of the patio, to make the one obtuse corner of the spacious area appear larger. Seth saw it and pulled me over so we stood in front of it. "That's better," I said to Benjamin, looking at our combined reflection. "Now you look like me." We stood next to each other. Ben was trim and looked younger than his 53, as did I. There were superficial differences, of course, but they didn't change the overall impression that two identical men stood next to each other. It was the first time I had looked in the mirror and not felt incomplete, I realized. I smiled at my twin and brought his hand up to my lips. "A mirror image is an illusion," Seth said, turning from our reflection looking at me over his left shoulder. "What you see when you face me is real. As real as anything can be, I suppose." We looked back at each other and then turned to each other completely. I stepped forward so our crotches touched lightly. I looked into his eyes. They were of course deep-set, with not much space between the eyebrow and the top line. His eyebrows were lightish and had started to go wild a bit as was normal with middle-aged men. He put his head forward and our bald foreheads touched. Still we looked into each other's eyes under our lashes. I saw the odd navy blue ring around the green eyes that gave my own eyes such a distinctive appearance. "Kiss me," he said softly, closing his eyes and and I complied. "What took you so long?" I breathed again, into his mouth, pulling away just long enough. I put my hand up behind his head and applied pressure as our tongues started to seriously engage. He pushed his crotch up against me and I felt my hardon call towards what could only be it's twin. I slid down to my knees, wanting to see if Seth was uncut or circumcised like me. His hands rested on my bald, shaved head and guided me down. I rubbed my cheek against his jeans when I reached crotch height and put my hands around him to fondle his buns through his pants. I snuggled there, feeling his hard dick against my cheek, and worked my hands into the creases where his butt met his hamstring. Once more we paused as we took in the reality of what was happening. I turned him around so he faced away from me and started to undo his belt. I wanted to postpone seeing his cock until the last moment. When the belt was undone I fumbled with the button of his jeans and then pulled the zip down. I slid his pants down his juicy ass, exposing his white jockey underpants which outlined his bubble butt perfectly. I stuck my nose into the cleft of his ass and sniffed deeply through the white material. He spread his legs a bit wider to give me better access. The musk of the day drifted into my nostrils and I felt faint. I had often dragged my fingers across my own asshole, in the moist depths, to sample the fragrance I found there, and sucked on my fingers to taste my ass. Now, at last, I could go straight to the source. I pulled the elastic of the leg hole to the side and gently pushed him forward so he bent from the waist leaning against the full length mirror. His hairy butt was revealed and I admired it for a moment. I sniffed around the secret cleft and rubbed my nose in the soft hair that covered the prize. Then I used my thumbs to pull the cheeks aside and expose the mystery of my twin's asshole. It wasn't small. It was a generous asshole, pink verging on red, a perfect pucker in a nest of swirling hair. It glistened moistly. I took it in for a moment. "You having fun back there brother?" "You ARE my brother, aren't you? I said with wonder in my voice. I leaned forward and sniffed appreciatively. I used the thumb of my right hand to swipe across the opening to my double's back door. It contracted as I touched him in that most intimate of places. Seth hissed between his teeth. "Let's get rid of these," he said as he stuck his thumbs into the waist band of his underpants and began to work them down first over his cute hard buns. They encountered an obstacle in front, as he had to swivel his hips backwards to undo the snag with his hard cock. This spread the cheeks beautifully and I plunged in, French kissing his gorgeous hole in earnest. I ignored his efforts to rid himself at once of his jeans and jocks and munched on his moist rose. The taste was indescribable. Only a man who has eaten the ass of another man will know what I am talking about. The pheromones that wafted towards my sampling nose and mouth buzzed in my rock-hard dick that was trapped in my pants. And to be eating the shitter of my identical genetic duplicate with a mind-fuck of note. By this time Seth was groaning like a whore in heat and pressing his anus into my face. I was making a meal of it and my forefinger joined in the party, opening him up for my tongue to follow. I worked a second finger in and rotated my hand, knowing how lateral friction turned me on. "Oh Jesus, Ben, don't stop! Nobody else knows to do that!" he groaned. He was leveraging himself backwards by pressing against the mirror into my questing hand. "Fuck me NOW!" he commanded. I stood up, fumbled with my pants and quickly divested myself of the unwanted apparel. I hoiked Slime onto his asshole and my trembling member and lined up for the plunge, the head just touching his trembling pucker. "Are you sure? Once we start there's no turning back!" In answer he shoved back, grabbed my ass and forced me forward, effectively impacting himself on my seven and a half inch dick. His guts swallowed my manhood whole and all at once my sensibility was turned inside out. If sex is an effort to recapture a fallen state of innocense then surely I was entering the hallowed halls of grace. No music played as it does in the movies. No biblical doves descended on us proclaiming that "this is my beloved son with whom I am well pleased". But in the moment I penetrated my twin's inner sanctum, I transcended the sexual and attained the spiritual. The umbilical cord of my penis connected to his anus transmitted an energy between the two of us that irrevocably confirmed our primeval union. I wrapped my arms around his waist and just held myself close to him, feeling the warmth of his folded insides caress my rod. He contracted his sphincter in reaction to the intrusion. I put my face against his broad back and breathed deeply trying to regain control of my emotions. In this position I slowly started to contract my abs and pull back until only the head of my cock was still lodged in his ring. I teased it by pulling back and pushing in ever so slightly repeatedly. Small mews of passion escaped my xerox lover as I massaged his anal ring with my swollen mushroom head. "Jesus baby fuck our sperm into my asshole!" With a roar I leaned back and started thrusting forward with all my might. My breath left me with a "whoosh" as Ben sunk his poker into my flesh. That was the one physical trait we didn't share as he'd said that he was cut. It didn't seem to make much of a difference as he entered me violently, reaching deep into me, as if to reunite the embryo that split and differentiated into two that which was actually supposed to be one. Of course I had been fucked before but never like this. The Great Dane lifted his head off his paws where he was lying on the grass mat on the patio and pulled by is ears forward with interest. The sounds that came from us were animal, as Ben pulled me back into him every time he thrust forward into my moist depths. Our flesh slapped noisily together as his hips connected with my by now sweaty ass. My erection, which was at full mast, needed no attention and slapped against my lower abs with a most satisfying noise. Precum whipped up against my hairy abs and into the mirror before me. "Oh God oh God oh God!" Seth screamed as his hands free orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. I bent my legs and straightened into him as I drove my thrust deep into my twin's throbbing asshole. As I felt my own gusher start I lifted him clear off the floor and thrust spasmodicaly into his body. As I collapsed against Seth's back and he leaned against the mirror I looked over his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Trails of white dicksnot were painted up and down and were slowly giving in to gravity. Benjamin leaned over my shoulder and grinned. "Fuck that was hot! At last I got to fuck my own ass and it was every bit as hot as I imagined. You are a smoking fuck, do you know that baby?" "Jesus, I have never been fucked like that before and now I know why: I've never been fucked by myself before!" "Come here motherfucker," I said pulling out of him, and turning him around. I pushed him up against the glass and attacked him, trying to eat his face off. My heart was still beating like a hammer, and I was quite overwhelmed by the fact that I had just screwed the brains out of my identical twin. Finally I sunk down and looked at his cock. "Oh fuck me. You ARE uncut." I took the now flaccid member between my fingers and pulled the foreskin back. I couldn't resist and took the slime-covered penis in my mouth and sucked on it gently. I slipped the pliable skin back over the head and sucked it forward again, getting all the delicious cum off it. "Wow Benjamin, that's sensitive and I have to piss." "OK," I said simply and sucked harder. "What?" his voice rose as he realized what I was saying. "Piss in my mouth." I said past his now thickening cock. "Here is comes," he said and it slowly stared as a trickle and then sped up, only just being impeded by the rapidly thickening erection. I had often drunk my own piss and this was no different. As he gushed down my eager throat I fondled his balls and continued to work his foreskin over his glistening head. I savored the fragrance and flavor of my twin's yellow water and relished the intimacy of the act. Seth sighed as he releases has urine into my mouth. I stuck my finger into his recently fucked asshole and worked it into the slimy depths of my cum-steeped twin's anus. I relished drinking the light tasting piss of my twin. I loved drinking him down, remembering the nights I had pissed on the beach, catching the liquid in my cupped hand and drinking it, smearing it all over my face and jerking my rigid cook into the lapping waves of the Atlantic Ocean in the moonlight. I wondered what it felt like when is literally sucked the urine from his bladder as I was doing and my cock started getting hard again. He was almost entirely hard again and his piss was starting to dwindle. He was starting to fuck my mouth and I was keen to eat his cum. He had his had on the top of my head. Benjamin had sucked my golden showers from my rapidly thickening and hardening dick. Normally it had flowed freely from me with a sense of relief but my twin had hoovered it out of me, causing an indescribable feeling of emptying that was such a turn-on that I was ready force my dick down his throat in record time. He wrapped his tongue underneath my cock and stroked my perineum while sliding my foreskin back and forth over my slick dick head. His finger was up my ass and stabbing at my prostate. I couldn't resist beginning to thrust into his mouth and forcing his head forward onto my erection until he gagged. He tried to pull back but I wouldn't let him. I knew he was choking but I also was majorly turned on by the fact that he was in danger of dying from asphyxiation. You see the thing was that while we were identical, our experiences weren't and we were bringing to the table the various streams of deviation that we had experienced and been turned on by in our lives. His face was red and deep, obscene gurgling sounds were ensuing from his tortured throat. I knew I was walking a fine line between sex and torture but this was a moment that we were heading for. His distress was so hot that I couldn't contain myself. His choking was massaging my dick, especially the head, and stimulating me in the most irresistible way. The sounds of Ben's distress provided a further turn-on and as my mind blanked out to a white-hot orgasme, I felt his body go limp as he lost consciousness. I took the weight of his body by his head and slowly lowered him to the ground from his kneeling position and my cock continued to shoot rope of suffering-induced ejaculate across his face and upper body. Slime was gushing out of his nose in glistening bubbles and his eyes were streaming with tears. As I lay him back he coughed violently and his eyes shot open. I realized that his cock was still hard and ropes of his own cum still dribbling from his hard dick and were congealing on the floor where he had been kneeling. My twin and I were truly Ying and Yang to one another, interchangeable and inseparable. He looked up at me through his tear stained eyes and coughed again. I leaned down and licked the cum and slime off his face, tenderly cleansing him like a mother dog washes her puppy. I found his mouth and we kissed gently before I continued to minster to his bruised and used face and mouth. No words were necessary. My own tears fell on him as we lost ourselves in each other. Home.