Dividual

DIVIDUAL 03 by The Room

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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]