Thinking Double
by Josh Dugan

Now that I think about it, it was perhaps the best self-help book I'd
ever found, right there at the check-out counter of the supermarket,
although at first it didn't seem so. 
As usual, I'd caught myself gazing at the men on the covers of the
women's magazines and the gossip tabloids and the soap opera journals, my
mind effortlessly concocting stories about their double lives - publicly
straight, privately gay. Each one would no doubt have a Rock Hudson-like
story, with bulletproof PR support, about the wife, the kids, and the
home, to support the mass-media marketing of their films and shows. You
can't lose the mass market if you want to play in the big leagues. And
quietly waiting for each one, off-camera, in the wings, off the record,
would be his Adonis. 
If it wasn't true, it should be. Or let's hope so.
"Checking out that title? Great book. Works for me!"  I was surprised by
the voice and smile of the strapping young checkout clerk. 
"Yes," I lied, trying to figure out what the clerk was talking about.
There it was, next to the soaps guide. A self-help book, generic-looking,
titled "Thinking Double."
"I don't normally recommend books, but I think you'll like it," the clerk
smiled, flashing me a wonderfully knowing glance. "I did!"
Curious, and a little surprised and aroused by the friendliness of the
handsome clerk, I thumbed through it. The spine showed the publisher's
logo, a blue silhouette of a fat mare wearing a sun bonnet. I paged
further,  while his hands deftly went through my groceries, ringing them
up on the register and bagging them. He handled them dextrously, as if he
had four hands.  I pictured four of his nice arms flying over the items,
bagging them, loading them into the cart, and him walking me out to the
car, two of the arms around me, the other two on the grocery cart. I was
quickly hard. 
"If you can think it, you can do it," he smiled at me. "That's what it
says."
"I like that thought," I smiled. "I'll try it."
"I do it all the time," he encouraged me, counting the bills and coins of
my change into my hands.  "Nice meeting you," he smiled. I felt a rush of
attraction for him, but I kept it in check. 
His hands were already busy ringing up the next customer's sale as he
turned back to his register, but he gave my shoulder a quick squeeze with
his third arm. I did a double-take. He had four of the strong, handsome
arms. The other customers didn't seem to notice. I hadn't either, before.
As I left, I glanced back at him. There they were, the back arms relaxed,
hands in his jeans pockets, as his front arms worked the register and
groceries. He waved a back arm at me, melting me with his encouraging
smile. 
I was aroused but a little afraid. My imagination was a little out of
control, I thought, driving home. But there was nothing imaginary about
his beauty and friendliness.
Oddly, the drab-looking book book spilled out of the grocery bag as I
unloaded it. I wasn't sure I had actually put it with my purchase items.
But there it was, listed on the receipt.
Later, I had time to read it. What a disappointment. It was typical of
the wordy self-help books you see, written by clinicians and
psychologists who, bound by their oath of confidentiality with their
patients, seem driven to disburden themselves of their endless
confidential life-stories by blathering them out in books and magazine
articles, of course with names changed to technically preserve the sworn
secrecy. 
I skimmed through it impatiently, finding drivel at every intermittent
page turn where I tried to find some substance. "A patient of mine whom
we'll call Millie came to me one day. . ." began one story. I skimmed
through Millie, Seymour, a dim recollection of the author of the book
about a childhood argument with an elderly minister's wife, and a
re-telling of a trite proverb that had made the rounds ten years ago and
had already been lampooned from the national consciousness in situation
comedies and commercials. I would throw it away. Maybe they would take it
back. There was nothing of interest in it, I thought, wishing there had
been something that would have merited the recommendation of the handsome
cashier, the very thought of whom aroused me again, picturing his four
arms.
I was in the act of slapping the book shut when out of the corner of my
eye I glimpsed the words "his double erection." I had shut the book.
Where had I seen the words?
I opened it, paging madly. I realized, or so I thought, that I had missed
a lot as I had first skimmed through. Wow. For one thing, I had not seen
any pictures at all, but now was finding dozens. They were all
illustrations of good-looking shirtless young guys, alone or in couples
or groups, laughing and relaxing. Arms around each other. Wait a moment,
I thought, getting hard. Multiple arms. Different words jumped out at me
as I skimmed - - ". . .nestled among four of his legs. . ." -- "He
invited to lift me up so I could ride his horseback. . ." - - ". . .'I
got more for you, man!' . . ." 
I flipped the book over quickly and checked the cover. The same title,
"Thinking Double," but elegantly set, in a handsome, masculine looking
silver, brown and black layout, not nearly as generic-looking. There was
a second line under the title - "Find Your World - It's There!" On the
spine of the book was the logo of the publisher, a silver embossed relief
of a handsome centaur, muscular arms spread in jubilation, with hardons
springing from between his front and his back legs.
I was amazed and, naturally, hugely aroused. I couldn't believe it was
the same book. I wanted to go back and meet the clerk again, this time
definitely thinking of him with extra limbs.
I continued flipping through the text, and finally found, buried in the
middle of the book, ". . . his double erection. . ."
I read the whole sentence. "I was so glad he showed me how easily he
created his double erection."
I read the whole paragraph:

 "'You just come at it from a different attitude, man! People can see the
same exact thing but get way different stuff from it, depending on what
they really want deep inside. 
It's the same world, but you find what you look for. I had always known I
wanted more, and when I found there were guys like me everywhere, it was
like coming home, so natural.' By this time we were both really turned
on, and I knew I had more than one hardon in me. Just looking at his two
big guys made me feel doubly aroused, and sure enough, I could see and
feel two massive, wonderful penises swelling beneath the soft white
fabric of my briefs. I was so glad he showed me how easily he created his
double erection."

I read the whole book. 
I realized after finishing the book that I could picture myself with
extras, a thought that made me incredibly horny. 
It made me remember an Internet chat I'd had with another gay guy once. I
remembered him telling me he had dreamt once that his boyfriend had a
second penis. The dream totally turned him on, because the boyfriend had
grown the second penis out of love for him. What had turned my chat
buddy's penis rock-hard was the realism of the dream, especially the
sexiness of the boyfriend's sincerity about having a second penis to
offer, to please him and to enhance their love.
The thought made me feel like I had two dicks squirming to come. 
I felt inspired try out the exercises from the book, even though they
didn't seem to make sense. The book itself defied logic, from the start -
- being one kind of book if you saw it in a pedestrian light, and totally
different when you thought of the word "double" in a bodily, sexually
arousing sense.
For me, just thinking about doubling appendages wildly turned me on, the
way my whole body, mind and soul got turned on thinking about the
four-armed checkout guy at the supermarket. I knew I wouldn't be able to
sleep if I didn't at least try the book's suggestion, so I could see if
they worked or not.
Normally, my body was delightfully relaxed and ready for deep sleep by
this time of evening, thanks to my daily run and workout routine, but
tonight I felt my blood pounding as though I were still working out,
although; I was big as a horse from arousal.
So I prepared to let my mind think of the sexiest thoughts it could
imagine, and my huge penis gratefully accepted the massaging and
stimulation my hands offered it.
I thought of the handsome, strapping young four-armed cashier, my penis
jumping at the thought of him. I also pictured myself with a tall,
strapping four-armed body like that of the cashier. That was a sexy
thought too, making me want to wildly ejaculate, and enlarging my massive
penis further. My hands gently gently worked my giant hardon to the
largest it has ever been. I was amazed how big I could make my penis
grow, as it towered and ached, alive and warm, wanting it even bigger. My
hands worked the long shaft and giant, darkly engorged head of my
enormous male sexual organ, masturbating it a little and making it want
to come urgently, giving it a mind and a relentless will of its own. The
moment it seemed it might blast me with come, I took my hands off it,
letting my beautiful, giant penis ache, heavy with its engorgement and
its huge, load of hot semen under pressure. I let go of its massive,
weighted arousal. It swayed slowy, untouched, radiating heat, and then I
masturbated it a bit more. I had never seen my penis so huge, because I
had never teased my big guy to such an aroused state; just the sight of
it made me want to come all day long! 
My mind was going mad with arousal. I had to marshall my thoughts, and
remember what the book said.
The book said to picture and visualize what you wanted, while in this
type of continuously-aroused state. So I let my inflamed brain project
the most vivid imaginary images I could create in my mind. It was easy,
given my body's urgent, lustful state.
I made a stark mental image of my towering penis and imagined it with a
huge twin brother penis, knowing they'd get larger because it was so sexy
having two towering penises so close to each other. I could vividly
imagine gently working my two hardons, masturbating one of them until it
wanted to come, then masturbating the other while the first one swayed
heavily with its hot load untouched, aching to come. Then when the second
huge guy was uncontrollably aroused and ready to come, I'd abandon it,
and go back to the first towering hardon and masturbate it a bit more. I
could do it one-handed, letting one hand alternate from penis to penis,
or alternate from penis to penis with both hands, or I could let my left
hand work the left penis and my right hand work the right penis. At times
I'm sure I would masturbate both penises at once, feeling both penises
and my semen-pressured groin swell and ache between the sweating muscles
of my legs, feeling both penises madly enraged and dying to catapult
burning, vaulting loads of hot semen skyward. It was so real and sexy in
my mind; I wanted it to be so! 
I could even picture and imagine what it would feel like to be bumping my
two horselike penises together, watching and feeling the twin heads swell
with stimulation, then letting them subside again before bumping them
together again. 
I could slowly push one penis slowly down while it was huge, stiff and
aroused, as they did in sexual yoga classes. Over time, I would gradually
be able to bend my rock-hard rod down lower and lower, while its brother
penis remained huge and upright. Then I'd slowly bring the first penis up
and slowly push its brother's stiffened length all the way down in the
same way, doing one then the other, one then the other, while my loins
became more like lions, growling and roaring with the urgency of all the
come that raged for release. 
I could cross the two burning hot penises like swords, and imagine how
the two shafts would feel contacting each other. It was so awesome and
real in my mind.
I knew I was at the point where I could take the next step recommended by
the book, even though my rational mind said it was totally nonsensical:
it said for some guys, stimulating a nipple while masturbating the penis
could produce still more vivid sexual imaginings. In order to bring the
imaginings to reality, I should stimulate both nipples while masturbating
the hugely aroused penis, doing my left nipple with my left hand and the
right nipple with the right hand.
I had my penis to the point of coming, and had to clench my come muscles
to keep myself from ejaculating from the sexy thought of having two
penises. Taking the book at its word, I stimulated my nipples gently with
the index fingers of both hands, which sensitized and firmed my nipples
instantly, making them even more sensitive. Little sparks of pleasure
hardened my nipples and my huge dick, and somehow made it even more vivid
and pleasurable to visualize me having two giant, aroused dicks, although
I just had the one which I continued to gently masturbate as it raged to
ejaculate.
I was sweating, my heart pounding, my body totally alive and sexy, and I
had kept this up for quite a while, it seemed, enjoying the arousal and
the fantasy until it dawned on me that my hands were both on my nipples,
yet my hand was masturbating my hge penis. I felt myself very hard and
suddenly very triumphant. It had worked. I kept doing what I was doing to
stay aroused and keep the thought intact, and reached up and flicked on
the light switch.
It was so hot! My hands, which in my opinion are sexy enough that a guy
might marry me for them, gently twirled my nipples, yet there was my hand
on my huge penis, working it as I had been all this time. I laughed to
myself, realizing that a fourth hand had done my bidding with the light
switch. I was now four-armed!
I almost came - - but I didn't want to spoil this if there was any chance
that coming might break the spell. I took my hand off my gigantic penis
and brought the hand up to meet its twin. 
I almost came when they touched each other for the first time. It was
totally awesome to lay an arm on a twin arm and slide them over each
other - it made me really hard! I brought my hand back from the light
switch and let it meet its twin also. My left hand held its brother left
hand - such a beautiful, erotic sight; they were so beautiful together. I
let my two right arms caress each other, their strong, beautiful hands
and fingers clasping each other. I was about to come like crazy.
I had never realized it would be so sexy to have two left arms and two
right arms, and being four-handed was worth an endless ejaculation all by
itself! The arms were identically handsome, although they seemed to have
grown longer and more muscular, my hands stronger and more beautiful. 
I reached one of my right hands over and felt my left shoulder - it was
doubled, with two smooth deltoid muscles at the shoulder. I reached my
right hand around both sets of left arm muscles and squeezed the two arms
together, comfortable against each other, and it was sexy to feel the
firm, swollen tricep of my front arm pressing against and slightly
flattening the handsome bicep of my back arm.
That did it, almost. I could feel come ready to burst from my sore,
swollen giant of a penis, which was running torrents of pre-come by now. 
I knew that while I wasn't sure exactly what caused me to have double
limbs, I could do it again.
I crossed my back arms behind my head, resting them on my pillow, and
rested my head on them. Mmmmmm, that was nice, and so sexy! It was
arousing to had a second pair of arms to reach down lazily to my huge
penis. I let the pair of arms rest on my torso, which seemed handsomely
elongated in the trunk. 
My front left arm touch my aroused, sensitive penis. If I also touched my
giant guy with my front right hand, I imagined, it might feel as if I had
two penises and was touching each with a different hand. And it did. 
I closed my eyes and wrapped my left hand around my shaft. I wrapped my
right hand around as well. It felt like two shafts. 
I looked down, and it was just what I had imagined it to be. There they
were, side by side, as huge and beautiful as I could have imagined them,
two towering, massive, sexy penises. I lifted my neck and unfolded my
back arms, bringing the hands around to gently work my nipples, which
stiffened immediately with pleasure. My front hands made slow love to my
handsome brother-partnership of  penises, pushing them down slowly,
bringing them back up, and masturbating first the one to the point of
ejaculation, then resting it and masturbating the second penis.
Perhaps all the added testosterone of my four balls had changed my body,
I'm not sure, but not only were my four arms longer, more muscular and
more beautiful than before, but my whole body definitely felt taller and
more muscular. My legs were longer, and my feet hung heavily off the end
of the bed, which they never had before. Both my penises twinged with
pleasure and the sexiness of my augmented body, in the awe of  being
double-hung and having my widened shoulders so heavy with four long,
muscular arms. 
Oh god, did I have to come! Okay, let's fire these guns, I thought! I let
my back arms sweetly caress my muscular torso and caress my front arms,
while my front arms gently pleasured and masturbated my gigantic pair of 
penises. I brought my other hands down from my nipples, and fondled my
two massive ballsacs with my them.
Both penises came nearly at once, each alive with its own pulses, as hot
spats of come rained down on my chest and face from the two jets of semen
spurting from my twin penises. I could hear semen splatting  behind me
against the wall, and caught some of it in one of my ears. I reaized I
was yelping and groaning with pleasure, loving the ejaculating. Semen
rained on my face and hair, on my broad double shoulders, got in my eyes,
and I had to breathe though my mouth as my face became glazed with my
twin jets of warm, splatting come. The come tasted wonderful, and I could
feel my penises spasms lessening, arhythmically pulsing, and it was odd
but very pleasurable to feel left pulses and right pulses as both guys
put out leaping spouts of come.
Finally, my huge spent penises sprawled lengthily on each other, still
convulsing with pleasure, as my come began to liquify on my warm body and
to start running off in rivulets. My navel was a lake of come, with come
spilling down my flanks and running down my hips to soak the bed. It was
a wonderful, wonderful mess, as I wiped my face with my four hands,
loving their feel, kissing all four of them. 
I had thought to place a roll of paper towels on the bedstand and used
almost the whole roll wiping up my come, and I decided I would roll up
the sheets and the mattress protector and launder them.
All at once I thought of my handsome four-armed guy.
I looked up the number for the supermarket called it, making up a lame
excuse to ask for the cashier at checkstand one.
"You mean the young body-builder guy? He's off shift and is leaving."
"He asked me to call him; it was important," I lied. "Just tell him the
customer who bought the book wants to thank him. He'll know who it is."
I heard the clerk paged on the store's speaker system, and waited for
what seemed an interminable time. Finally, I recognized it; the eager
voice of my young checkout guy came on. "It worked, didn't it?"
"You knew!"
"I knew it would. I've been thinking about you all this time. I want to
see you this way, in the worst way! I knew you would be awesome."
I could scarcely believe I was talking to him, and my four hands were
honestly shaking, although both my penises were newly aroused at the
thought of him and the sound of his voice. 
"I've got to see you too! I know this is really stupid and premature, but
I have to make love to you in the worst way, and I want to be your guy!"
"I've been thinking the same thing all day! Oh, fuck, my penises are
sticking out the top of my jeans, I've got to get out of here. Quick,
give me your address." I did. "I'll be right over!"
I forget which penis came first, but the other one came too, almost
instantly. "Oooh, man, I'm coming just thinking of you! Get over here.
I'm all yours!"
"I'm there, man!"