“Sorry man, forgot my—WHO THE-WHAT THE FUCK!!”
The man jacking it on the couch quickly tried to cover himself with a pillow.
Cam stood there for a few more seconds shouting, stammering, completely losing it after coming back into the apartment to see this guy jacking off on his couch… The biggest issue was that the guy jacking off on the couch was himself. And where the fuck was Terry?! There’s a stranger jacking it in the apartment and he’s probably in his room sleeping!
“Hold on, dude, just chill for a minute, just cool off—..” the imposter spoke to him calmly in his own familiar voice.
“DON’T tell me to chill!! What the fuck is this?! Where’s Terry, I—..”
Realization suddenly dawned on Cam. There’s a reason he hadn’t heard a stir from Terry’s room during all this commotion. Terry wasn’t in his room, Terry was here. Wearing his underwear, his hand wrapped around his dick, sporting his likeness. Looking damn good, too.
Terry just shrugged with Cam’s meaty shoulders as he shimmied the underpants back up his huge thighs and under his cute, round ass.
“Dude.. Explain.” Cam was putting his foot down. He wouldn’t let this shit go undressed, I mean unaddressed. Shit, it was strange seeing himself from another perspective, but it was stranger to feel a… certain type of way about it.
“Okay….” Terry began standing up, his still-hard cock making Cam’s underwear tent obscenely. He looked down and noticed that Cam was sporting his own throbbing hard-on, pressed tightly against his form fitting jeans. “Well, I mean, I could explain, but is that what you really want?”
“The fuck you mean, man?” Cam was putting on a tough, defensive demeanor, but his resistance was growing weaker by the second, watching himself and his rippling bod walk towards him. Terry knew he had to go all the way with this so it wouldn’t continue to be such an awkward interaction. This could become a good thing, and he knew exactly what to do.
“I mean this,” Terry reached down and cupped Cam’s—the real Cam’s—package, squeezing his swelling member slightly. “I mean, when it boils down to it, it’s just a matter of you leaving around your dirty clothes and me taking advantage of it. Is that so wrong?” Terry licked up Cam’s neck and ran a hand up under his shirt to feel his cobblestone abs and squeeze his pillowy pecs.
He tried to say something, but words failed him. Cam was rigid in more ways than one. His body was frozen in place, he had no idea what to do. His cock was rock hard, but his mind kept racing, knowing that this was his string bean, nerdy roommate Terry underneath, but completely unable to resist his own touch.
“Come on, Cam, just give into it,” Terry pressured as he reached behind and squeezed Cam’s juicy ass while grinding his hips against Cam’s, feeling their turgid cocks collide again and again. Terry sucked on his earlobe, like they both knew Cam liked, and whispered, “It’s not gay if you’re fucking and sucking yourself, right bro?”
That was it for Cam. He gave up his resistance and let out a heavy exhale, leaning in and planting his mouth on his own, swapping tongues—his tongues—with Terry. Terry was going to work unbuckling Cam’s belt, tossing it aside, and kneeled to pull Cam’s jeans and underwear down. As his pants were being removed, Cam unbuttoned his shirt, surprisingly not wearing any kind of undershirt, and tossed it on the couch. Cam’s cock sprung free of its confined and bobbed stiffly in the air, hitting the back of Terry’s head—his head—as he sat back up. Terry looked up grinning, shaking his head around from side to side to let Cam’s cock slap against his own face a few times, taking webby trails of pre with it each time. Cam was enraptured by watching himself, his own body, fawn over his meat and his muscles like this.
Terry opened his mouth wide and plunged Cam’s meat all the way down his throat, licking, sucking, and bobbing his head up and down without so much as a single gag. Terry had a well-trained gag reflex, but part of it was Cam’s natural nearly absent lack of a gag reflexes. If he weren’t so hopelessly hetero, Cam would have been a blow job king.
Terry dislodged with a sucking *pop* and continued pumping his roommate’s cock with his hand, “Damn, dude, we taste so fucking good,” he licked the head like a lollipop, savoring the taste of his pre, and continued blowing Cam.
Cam looked down at Terry as he began lustfully worshipping his lower body, squeezing his thighs and calf muscles and reaching around to take huge, squeezing handfuls of Cam’s ass cheeks. Terry tugged at and played with Cam’s swinging nut sack, further heightening Cam’s experience, and made sure to make loud, exaggerated sucking and slurping sounds as he pleasured Cam’s shaft.
“I wanna fuck you,” Cam panted, running his hands through Terry’s hair—his hair—and doing his best not to cum. “Please, bro, let me fuck you.”
“With pleasure, man,” Terry answered back with a smile in Cam’s voice.
Cam reached down and scooped his two hands under his copy’s pits and began lifting, his own heaviness surprising him. Terry reciprocated by putting his arms around the back of Cam’s neck and bouncing off the floor, wrapping his legs around Cam’s lower torso. Cam grunted as he held his own weight against his nude body, but Terry leaned in and continued passionately making out with him, grinding his own rigid, albeit still clothed, cock against Cam’s abs while Cam’s cock slid between Terry’s cheeks like a hotdog between buns.
When they arrived in Cam’s room, Cam dropped Terry onto the bed with his full weight. Terry grinning and lowered the underwear slightly down his thighs. Cam grabbed onto the underwear and started to pull them off completely. Before they reached past Terry’s knees, Terry spoke up in a panic.
“Woah woah woah, wait! I think you’re more interested in fucking yourself, not your roommate, right?”
Cam, panting from carrying himself through the apartment, thought for a second and nodded eagerly.
“Then these stay on, big boy,” Terry winked seductively at Cam, and Cam grinned back. “Lift my legs over your shoulder, stud.”
Cam obliged, lifting his own meaty legs up so his feet hung over his shoulder and his thighs, along with his stretched pair of underwear, rested against his chest and torso. He spread his own cheeks and got a good look at his own asshole for probably the first time in his life. Terry started tugging at his balls and cock with both hands, grinning at Cam, inviting him into his hole. Cam smirked back and guided his pre-slick head towards his hole and plunged it in.
Terry and Cam both gasped, “Aww fuck, you’re so tight,” at the same time, sharing orgasmic looks with one another. Cam and Terry both bit his bottom lips as Cam proceeded to feed the rest of his cock inside of his own hole.
He started thrusting slowly but picked up the pace once he could tell that Terry was used to his size. This was his first time fucking a man—even though the man was himself—but he was still a courteous lover. Terry was moaning and vocalizing in ecstasy as his guts continued to be rearranged by his stud roommate, a fantasy he didn’t think he’d ever play out. Cam was grunting and gasping in similar throes of ecstasy, never imagining that pounding a man’s ass, his own ass, could feel this good. He could feel the combined strength and power between the two of them—himself a virile stud and being of stunning athletic prowess, and this exact clone of himself. He felt more powerful, more turned on, and more sexually satisfied than he felt in a long time. Terry could sense the confidence, thrill, and excitement building in Cam and reciprocated by thrusting his hips against Cam as Cam bucked in and out, intensifying the experience.
“I’m close,” Cam whispered between pants with his eyes squeezed shut, sweat pouring down his face and body.
“Finish inside me. Inside you, bro. Pump yourself full of your own jizz, man,” Terry answered back in a strained voice between grunts and gasps of air.
That was all the encouragement Cam needed. Almost as soon as Terry finished talking, the flood gates broke and Cam unloaded several massive spurts of spunk into his own ass. Terry could feel the hot pumps filling his guts up inside of him and groaned through the feeling. After several wet, pulsating slaps against his own cheeks, Cam finally finished pumping huge volumes of cum into his own hole, dislodging wetly and seeing slow drips of it coming out of his widened hole after dislodging.
Terry leaned up to wrap his hands around the back of and brought him down in a kiss, continuing to grind his hard cock against Cam’s upper body. They sucked face for a moment, but Terry could feel himself also getting close.
“Fuck, ugh, you gotta taste this, bro, believe me, you gotta,” Terry grunted between gasps as he started pushing Cam’s head down to his cock. Cam panicked but felt like he ought to oblige, and wrapped his mouth around the red, throbbing shaft of his own cock, tasting his own meat for the first time. Terry had his hands around Cam’s head and started thrusting against it, skullfucking his roommate and unloading down his throat. Cam started to choke but swallowed what he could, surprised at himself and what he was doing but also surprised at how easy and natural it felt. Terry finished unloading into Cam and felt his head lift off his cock with a slurp. He looked up and saw Cam’s face, his mouth still bulging with cum. He coughed once, getting the jizz out of the back of his throat, but continued to slowly swallow all that was in his mouth.
Terry leaned forward and planted his mouth against Cam’s, welcoming the flood of jizz into his mouth as the two swapped the fluids of the same body. Soon, each of them had a fair share and swallowed the rest before continuing to make out. This was the most thrilling experience either of them had gone through in their entire lives.
Terry looked up at Cam’s clock, “You’re late for practice, bro,” he said with a grin to Cam.
“Fuck it,” Cam said between pants, “Lets just lay here for a while.”
They laid back on the bed, Cam wrapping his arms and leg over Terry’s body, Terry facing the opposite wall. The two copies of the same body spooned together for a long time until Cam finally drifted off to sleep, spent and ready for a nap.
After some time, Terry shimmied out from under Cam and went to his room, allowing Cam to sleep some more.
Cam was awakened by the sound of his phone going off several times. He looked and saw that he had multiple texts and missed calls from his teammates and his coach.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he got out of bed, not even thinking about how Terry was no longer there, throwing clothes on haphazardly.
He bursted out into the shared living room and saw Terry on the couch playing World of Warcraft on his computer. Not the Cam-Terry, but just Terry, his usual nerdy thin as a rail roommate.
Terry acknowledged Cam with a single glance and continued back to his game, “Hey man, don’t you have practice? I could hear your phone going off.”
He didn’t say it with any inflection or with any knowing in his voice, as though they hadn’t fucked like animals earlier. Was it a dream? Did Cam just really oversleep and dream all of this? He wasn’t going to say anything about it, that was for sure. Didn’t want to panic Terry if it was all a dream.
“Uh.. Uhm, yeah, I’m late. See you later.” Cam said without any emotion. He grabbed his keys and sprinted out the front door of their apartment.
Cam came home very late from practice, dusk already setting, filthy and sweaty from the extra-extra work his coach had him put in for being so late. What a weird ass day. First that strange dream, then sleeping through his alarm clocks, then slogging through practice with blue balls and a weird but incredible fantasy on his mind. The day had felt like a blur. He was excited to just get something to eat and go straight to bed.
He reached his arm behind him and pressed the button on the key fob, locking his truck and lazily sauntered up to his unit. He arrived at the front door to his apartment and fiddled with his keys a moment, trying to find the one to the door. He found the key, but before he could fit it into the door, it swung open from inside.
Standing at the entrance was himself, only wearing just a towel and a pair of his own socks, ones he had worn yesterday. His cock was rigid and pointing straight at him, bobbing slightly in the air. Cam’s heart dropped. It wasn’t a dream! This had actually happened!
“Hey man,” Terry leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on Cam’s cheek as Cam slowly began to smile. “I bet you’re hungry, so I ordered us a pizza, should be here in like 15.”
“Sounds great,” Cam said with a grin as he leaned in to return the kiss, only this time on his own pillowy lips. He reached up and teased one of his own nipples. Terry smirked and bounced both of his pecs for Cam, which Cam giggled and did the same for Terry.
“Before that pizza comes,” Terry said, hooking a thumb behind the waistbands of Cam’s shorts and underwear. Cam grinned, realizing what was coming. “How about we both enjoy an appetizer.” Terry tugged at the loose fold of his towel and let it drop to the floor, now standing in the nude with his rigid cock bobbing up and down at Cam.
Cam grinned and wrapped an arm around Terry’s waist, planting a kiss, while Terry pulled him down onto the ground. Standing over Cam, Terry grinned and turned around so his ass was facing Cam on the floor. He lowered himself down on top of Cam and leaned forward, putting his head between Cam’s legs and welcoming his fat cock into his mouth. Cam let out a shuddering breath and reciprocated, leaning forward to welcome Terry’s—his own—fat cock into his mouth.
They remained there on the ground of their apartment, moaning and grunting noisily, passionately 69’ing one another.
Cam hasn’t expected any of this when he woke up that morning, but he was more than welcoming of an opportunity to come home every day to fuck and suck himself to his heart’s content.
The bond between Cam and Terry continued further beyond college life as they decided to live as flatmate in LA. The red-haired Terry is currently working as part of a game developer team while the still-masculine Cam has been trying to break LA celeb scene with gigs all across California
Cooped up in their flat most of the time due to the pandemic, Terry rarely posed as Cam because he felt awkward to change in front of Cam still. Most of the time, he only turned into Cam’s perfect copy when Cam begged him to and usually Cam followed up his begging by going out for a while, be it grocery, some jog around the neighborhood or some other lame excuses just to give Terry some window to put on his clothing and “surprised” him. But beyond sex, Terry never spent time in Cam’s skin like he used to as he quickly changed back into his lanky form as soon as the whole fucking is over.
As the pandemic shown no sign of stopping anytime soon per mid 2020, Cam eventually landed gigs after gigs that forced him to travel and Terry happily used that as an entry to pose as Cam a little bit more often. Cam didn’t have a say in it as he has no idea when and for what reason Terry changed into him. Terry did give him his word that he wouldn’t put Cam’s image in trouble but when you have a roommate that can easily change into your perfect copy, some insecurities should be considered normal
As 2021 fashion season already started, Cam traveled quite intensely. Meanwhile, Terry’s company still enforced work-from-home policy unless for the very essential team and since Terry’s work could be finished remotely, he still spent most of his day inside his apartment, only in different form. He even turn into Cam as part of his “ritual” everytime he left his apartment, be it for something as mundane as just grabbing some groceries to the extent of having sex in a bar’s bathroom and brought to some hotel by the person he fucked.
But today, he upped his game as he received an invitation to attend one of the football jock wedding. Both Cam and Terry got the invitation but with Cam in New York, Terry has no interest to attend the wedding only as some colleague. He wanna be the groom’s closer friend and showing up as Cam is the best selection for that to happen
So, as he checks himself in the mirror, now looking just like the real Cam, he gives himself some times to admire his body before putting on his three-piece
Terry then checks his phone and observed the last interaction the real Cam made with the groom and some other jocks. Cam got no clue that Terry has cloned his phone and Terry even took the liberty to block or redirect some messages and calls directed to his handsome jock of a roommate.
For this wedding, Terry decided to mostly follow Cam’s schedule. So when Cam said he couldn’t make it to the bachelor party, he let it go. But Terry didn’t let the message stating that Cam couldn’t attend the wedding delivered and he even justified his action because “a good friend wouldn’t miss his friend’s wedding,” he claimed in his mind. Then, he grabs another phone and his finger hovers to another app and it shows a red-haired man in his early 20 tied and gagged to a chair in what could be assumed as an underground facility with minimal lighting. A rather bright light appeared on the top left side of the screen and there’s clearly a figure descending from the stairs. That figure then appeared right in front of the camera just seconds later with what seemed to be a tray of food. The towering figure open the mouth gag of the red-haired man and shove the food down to the throat of the sobbing man. Well, enough checking for the day, now it’s time to hit that wedding party.