Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 01:51:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Smith <smartergods@yahoo.com>
Subject: DIVIDUAL 03

DIVIDUAL 03
by The Room

smartergods@yahoo.com

Nifty Category: SF/Fantasy

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TODAY ON FAPOVISION:

Dominic has a magic necklace which splits him in two when he sleeps -- and
he's been invited to a sleepover!

t/t/t 15yrs old, selfcest


__________

I was flipping through my camera during geometry class when I found the
photo I'd taken last night, the one I thought was a dream.  Two of me,
smiling and goofing for the camera.  It was real, it had actually happened!

Needless to
 say I was freaked.  And I didn't get any geometry done.

What the hell did this mean?  I went to sleep and I dreamed there were two
of me... gave myself a blowjob in fact... and it hadn't been a dream!  In
retrospect this did explain why I remembered both giving and receiving that
blowjob at the same time.

My mom got me this yin-yang necklace in order to 'resolve my inner
conflicts.' Now, when I go to sleep there are two of me; each wearing
half the necklace.

My friend Christopher caught me between classes.  "Hey man, you want to
have a sleepover at my place tonight?"  It was a Friday and we did this
fairly often.

"Sure!"  I replied automatically.

"Awesome, clear it with your mom!"  He flashed a thumbs up and trotted off
to class.

Wait, what had I just agreed to?

---

TV and pizza and X-Box kinect with jumping and running and bowling.  This
 was what I'd agreed to.

Christopher was my best friend, I guess.  I've only known him for two years
since my family moved from Virginia and I don't think we are quite as close
as 'best friends' ought to be... more like 'good friends,'
but as my cloosest good friend that made Christopher my best friend by
default.  I don't think I'm his best friend though.

Christopher is also the only guy I've ever had a sex dream about.  I'm not
gay, honest!  It's mostly girls for me but this one time.... Mmph!  My sex
dreams were never as good as the necklace though.  Of course, those aren't
really dreams, are they?

"Hey Christopher, take a look at this."  I dug out my camera and tossed it
to him.  We were getting ready for bed which made me think of the
double-problem, which made me think of the picture I had taken of us.

Christopher squinted at the photo of the two of me goofing for the camera
 and snorted derisively.  "Cute!"  He tossed the camera back to me.  "Nice
fake but I've seen better.  You got the shadows wrong, they're too
airbrush-y."

For someone so smart Christopher can be a real idiot sometimes.

We went to bed, me bunking out on an air mattress on the floor.  I couldn't
sleep right away.  He snores, and anyway I had other things to worry about.
What if I split tonight?  I should take off the necklace.  What if it
wasn't the necklace causing it?  No, that was stupid, everything else got
duplicated when I doubled, the necklace split.  It had to be the necklace.
I couldn't do this here!

For something that was supposed to help me resolve my inner conflicts this
necklace was creating a lot if outer dilemmas!  On the other hand;
blowjobs.

I should really take off his damn necklace before I....

---

I tumbled onto the floor with a thump,
 banging my head on the paper-thin carpet of Christopher's room.

A hand grabbed my shoulder.  "Are you okay?"

That wasn't Chris's hand, or his voice.  It was mine.  Sure enough there
was another me peering at me from atop the mattress, which had so abruptly
become too small to contain all of me and sent me tumbling to the floor.

"Yeah, I'm fine.". I rubbed my head then stopped as he took over and made
room for me to sit next to him.

"I should have taken off the damn necklace." he said, which is just what
I'd been thinking.  Of course.

"Yeah, I know."  Part of me had rebelled at the idea though.  What if I
took the necklace off and it never happened again?

Moonlight was coming in through the window and I caught a look of my other
self framed in the darklight, the white 'yang' symbol around his
neck almost glowing in the light.

Damn.  I looked
 hot.

He giggled as I reached to nuzzle him.  "Dude, not here!  Christopher will
wake up!"

"He's a heavy sleeper!"

Christopher took that opportunity to snort loudly in his sleep, stir and
flex and then settle back into a low buzz.

I shoved myself off.  I was a jerk.  I told myself so.

"Well you should have taken the necklace off!"  That rat, he was just as
responsible for that as I was!  "Just go back to sleep, we'll get back
together then."

I didn't want to sleep.  I wasn't tired.  And I really wasn't in the mood
to be told I needed to act responsibly by some bossy little yang-half!
Instead I stood up.

"Dude!  Dominic, stop it!"  I hissed at me.

I sat down on Christopher's bed and poked him.  He continued to snore.  I
poked him again.

"No!  You'll get us caught!"  He reached over to grab my finger.

"That's the idea!  Hold on, he's waking up."  I grabbed my other self's
wrist to prevent him from leaving.

"Mrgph~?". Christopher was making more awakey noises.  I poked him again.
"d'mnk?  whadu wnnt?"  He yawned wide enough to show his tonsils.  "What is
it?"

I hauled on my other's arm hard enough to drag him onto the bed.  "Hey
buddy!  I just wanted to know if the shadows still looked fake?"

Christopher blinked.  Then he looked at him, then me, then him.
"Weiiird..." he slurred.  Still thinks he's dreaming, huh?  I reached out
and pinched him on the biceps, hard!

"Ow, fucker!"  He swatted at me angrily.  "You're a real asshole you,
know?"  Christopher trailed off and I knew why.  He was looking at the two
of us.  Still here, still real.

He very cautiously asked, "Dominic?  What is going on?"

Other-me
 sighed.  "Magic necklace, splits me in two.  Photo was real."

"Hey!"  I protested.  "It doesn't have to be magic, we don't know that for
sure!"

"Really retard?  What would it be, alien technology?  Holograms?  Is it all
done with mirrors?"

I had a point there, but there was no reason to be so rude about it.
"You're being a jerk."

Christopher's eyes were ping-ponging back and forth between us.  He opened
his mouth -- and I thought he was boing to scream but instead he cried
"This is so cool!"

Well yes, I suppose it was.

Christopher got up and circled us warily.  Yes, same Dominic.  Same hair
parted the same way, same mole on my side, same white scar on my right leg.
We were the same.

Christopher bit his thumb thoughtfully.  He walked over to his bookshelf
and got a book.  He walked over by the window and I saw his lips moving as
 he read it.  "Shit!" he said, "You can't read in a dream."  But he could
here.

"I heard that was a myth and some people can."  Helpful-me said.

"Me too."  I agreed.  "Do you usually dream in color?"

"Yes, but..." Christopher snapped his fingers, "you can't see yourself in
the mirror!"  He opened his bedroom door and rushed down the hall to the
bathroom.

We exchanged a glance then giggled.  I followed after him.

Christopher was frowning at himself in the mirror.  "That's just your
reflection."  I informed him.  "There aren't actually two of you."

"Jerk."  He was pinching himself and hopping.  I honestly can't tell if
Christopher actually thought he was in a dream or was just doing all the
tests so he would know for sure.

(I found out later that Christopher, a sci-fi nut, had thought out what his
response to any
 fantastic scenario would be ahead of time and adopted a methodical
approach.  He also had a password he would use if he ever had to send
himself messages from the future.  Since he never told anyone what the word
was, or wrote it down, any message containing his password had to be
authentic.  I honestly can't fault his logic.)

Other-me entered behind us.  "You can't turn a lightswitch in your dreams
either."  He popped the bathroom lights on and off.

"Shit."  Christopher was looking at us in shock.  Other-me had thought to
bring the camera, good man!

"Here..." he herded us against the counter and took the picture.
Christopher flanked on either side by two Dominics, and behind us the
mirror showing phantom images of our backs and the flared corona around his
hand taking the photo.  All six of us, three real, three illusion and one
two many.

Chris studied the picture as if it were
 somehow more credible evidence than ourselves.

Yang-Dominic whispered in his ear, "Did I get the shadows right this time?"

Chris made a face.  "Yeah well that photo still looked fake.  And it had
terrible lighting.  How long have you been able to--"

"Three days" we said simultaneously.  "Three days since my mom's yoga
instructor gave me this necklace."

Ah, the necklace!  Chris grabbed the two halves on our necks and leaned in
close to study them.  Other-me seemed distracted and I looked -- and
realized that he was checking out Christopher's ass in the mirror.  I
reached over to smack him then paused.  Shit, that really was a nice ass.

Aw shit.  Suck your own dick a few times and suddenly you're all gay.
Peeving on your best friend was not cool!  Don't pop a boner, don't pop a
boner....

"No markings...."  Chris drew back and burst out laughing
 as he noticed our boxers showing identical tents.  "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't
realize you guys felt that way!"

"Pfft.  As if!"

"Yeah," other-me scoffed.  "We were peeving on each other, not you."

He said it in a joking tone but Christopher drew suddenly still.  He bit
his lip and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.  If you
were blessed with an exact copy of yourself what would you do?

Me headed for the door, trying to break this up before it got uncomfortable
but I grabbed his arm.  I turned to Christopher.  "You know, he gives
amazing blowjobs."

Chris's breath hitched; I'd just confirmed what he'd been thinking.  For
his part other-me looked annoyed and embarrassed.

"Really?"  Chris's voice was a whisper.

"I'm not standing here talking about this." he announced and opened the
bathroom door.  Chris followed
 meekly after him and I brought up the rear, brazenly checking out
Christopher's ass on the way.  My groin stirred.  Something was going to
happen.

Indeed when we got to his room it was apparent that something had happened;
Christopher had an erection too.  It didn't take much to arouse a fifteen
year old boy and apparently the thought of his friend (but not his
best-friend) sucking his own dick had done it.

Hell with it.  I started to pull off my boxers.

"What are you doing?" me asked, horrified.  Christopher's eyes were locked
on me.

"I want a blowjob.  You said I couldn't have one because Christopher would
wake up, well he's awake!"

I was glaring at myself.  "You are a jerk."

For putting me in this position?  Yeah.  But I was a honest jerk and a hard
dick has no conscience.  I tossed my boxers aside and sat down on
Christopher's bed.  "You don't
 mind if I use your bed?  Good."

He looked at Chris as if to appeal but our friend was pulling the chair out
of his desk to watch.  He-I sighed in resignation.

I propped some pillows so I could be comfortable and laid back.  My other
self crawled onto the bed and, with one more angry glare, grabbed my dick
and wrapped his lips around it.  I heard Christopher gasp but didn't look,
my whole attention focused on the boy -- myself -- going down on my dick in
the moonlight.  My tongue work was getting better I noticed.  I gave my
hips a little push only to be firmly pushed back into position; this
blowjob would be on his terms, not mine.

It was weird how I thought of yang-me as 'him'.  I remembered both
sides of that last, violent, facefuck; both giving and receiving.  This
wasn't a separate person sucking my dick, it was me.  And if we re-joined
and split again it wouldn't be the same 'him' as this time,
 just another half of the whole.  They shared each other's memories, that's
how I knew this.  And yet I thought of the facefuck as being 'my'
doing and not the other's, maybe because they both wore the white half of
the necklace.

I rocked my hips gently, not exactly pushing but moving with his actions.
He didn't object so I got a little more active, rubbing his shoulder and
pressing down a little on his neck.

I heard Christopher whimper.  I glanced over and saw he was furtively
massaging his crotch through his boxer shorts.  Excellent.  I wonder if
he'll take them off?

My other's hands snaked up my torso, sending a major shiver through me.
Fuck, I was close.  Being watched while I did this was a real turn on.  I
hope it won't make my relationship with Christopher go all weird, he is my
best friend!

Another caress and my stomach clenched.  I rested my hands on his head, not
pulling, not
 demanding, just gently suggesting him down, up, down... there was a great
big slurping noise that made my guts churn.  The bed smelled like
Christopher and that was kind of a turn-on.  "I'm getting close."

He half-nodded without getting up.  Okay, I was gonna cum in his mouth.  I
adjusted my legs until I was up on my knees through still leaning back.  I
cold rock better this way, rock into his wet tightness -- lips jammed
around the base of my penis -- and out -- tongue tickling at my glands --
and in, mashed against his tonsils and precuming like mad....

I looked at Christopher who was barely breathing, eyes wide as he took in
the spectacle.  Yeah, that did it.  I felt my balls draw tight and I hissed
a warning.

He had either forgotten about our audience or he didn't care.  He pushed
forward, nose planted against my pubis to take my load; a low quiver that
began in the center of the earth, came up
 through my knees, grated round in my testicles then up my chest and arms
and head... only to snap back down!  And out!

He choked and pulled off so I didn't overflow but it just kept coming.  He
has to swallow and still some dripped from his lips onto Christopher's
bedspread.  I hope he didn't mind.

No, Christopher was practically curled over his chair though.  He wasn't
touching himself but the precum staining his straining shorts told me he
wanted to.

I pulled out with an audible pop.  Some cum trickled down my balls.  "Clean
it up."  I hissed.  He obliged, gingerly licking my hair-covered nuts then
lapping up the spots on the cover.  That was nice, the image satisfied me
somewhere deep inside.

I was done then, but he wasn't.  He pulled off his boxers and threw them on
the opposite side of the bed I had.  I had no intention of blowing him
while Christopher was watching so I reached
 out and grabbed him with my hands.  Fuck, he had precum a lot.  I rubbed
it a little ineffectually then spat on my hand and had a better go at it.
We rotated awkwardly around as I did this until he ended up sitting at the
head of the bed where I had been.  He breathed deeply.

My spit ran dry.  "Shit."  I spat on my hand again.  Did Christopher have
some lotion around or something?

"Here."  The voice at my elbow startled me but it was only Christopher.  He
was holding out a bottle labeled 'ID Personal Lubricant.' Lube?
Chris has actual jerksauce, not just lotion?  I'd always been too
embarrassed to buy any.

I uncapped the bottle and struggled with the mechanism, an awkward pump
thing.

"No, it's locked.  Like this."  He rotated things and pressed it out
into my hands.  The lube was cold and felt strange.

No, it felt good!  At least judging by my other's reaction!  I
 was two hands deep on him, one hand working the head while the other
massaged the shaft and he was beginning to pump into my grip.  That looked
like a lot of fun, I wanted to try it!

Christopher was hovering as I worked, his eyes wide and his everything
focused in on this.  His hands jerked in spasmodic sympathy along with my
actions and I saw him bite his tongue to stop from telling me how to do it.

While I fumbled with the bottle to get more lube Christopher's hands shot
out and grabbed other-me's dick.

"Ohshit!"

Chris was determined through.  He worked the shaft in a more rotary motion
that has my other gasping.  I pushed him aside long enough to stroke new
lube onto his shaft then backed off.

He realized I'd just given him free license to continue.  His little hands
went back almost immediately, eagerly working not-my cock in swift, tiny
motions that seemed too delicate to bring
 real pleasure but which had him gasping and shivering.  Christopher's face
was set; not smiling or frowning, just freakishly intent.

Other-me gave no warning when he came.  Suddenly he was just spurting
everywhere -- on his stomach, on the bed, on Christopher's hands....
Everything was clenching as he tried to heave out his insides but only
succeeded in painting a small portion of the room white.

Our friend drew back as if strung, the cautiously reached out again to
deliver a few jerks as his orgasm was finishing until other-me begged him
to stop.

There were tissues on Christopher's desk.  I fetched them and suppled them
to the other boys.  We cleaned up in silence.  He still hadn't cum and I
could see that he was majorly hard.

"I have to go to the bathroom." he whispered and rapidly excused himself.

We shared a grin after he left.  Bathroom, yeah right!

When
 Christopher did not immediately return I started to get sleepy.  A good
orgasm always did that for me.  I set about claiming our air mattress for
myself.

"No way, that's mine too."

"Get off, you can't -- fine.  Stop that you're heavy!" We arranged
ourselves uncomfortably, two guys on a mattress only meant to hold one.

"Do you think he's jerking off in there?"  He asked me quietly.

"Heck yeah!  You know he is."

"Hm.  You're a jerk for not giving me a beejay."

"I don't want him to think I'm gay."

"But it's alright if he thinks I'm gay?  Heads up here Dominic; we're the
same guy."

"I know, but he doesn't know that.  Exactly."  I shook my head, my feelings
on the matter weren't exactly clear to myself.  "Anyway you got Christopher
to jerk you off.  What was that like?"

I felt him grin, we
 were practically spooning together.  "Really different, good though!  When
you did it... it's like I was doing it sort of, I knew everything you were
going to do because it was exactly how I would do it.  Having someone else
do it is more exciting."

"Yeah."  There was an ache within me somewhere.  I wanted Christopher to do
that to me.  Sure, I would remember it when the two of us merged in the
morning but that was hardly the same.  Memory was never as good as the
actual experience.

He picked up on my uneasiness but drew the not-quite-wrong conclusion.
"You want to suck him, don't you."

"No, I'm not gay."  I reminded him firmly.

"Neither am I!"  He shrugged.

"I'm worried about screwing up our friendship."  I didn't say anything else
because, well, what is there to say?  Christopher was my only best friend.

"Yeah."  A sort of glum silence
 followed.  I thought we we done, but "I want to suck him though."

I did too.  "Shut up."  We heard the toilet flush down the hall, signaling
the end of Christopher's solo activities.  We snuggled in on the mattress
together.

Christopher returned and, seeing that we were asleep (or at least not in a
chatty mood) he crawled into bed and arranged himself to sleep.  A sort of
awkward silence filled the room.

Eventually I fell....

[fin]