Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 06:31:52 +0200
From: Dampies Dampis <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: Clone Sagas 2

THIS EPISODE CONTAINS PISS DRINKING AND ROUGH SEX. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU
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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.