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Gemini/Twins...
A quicky story for Coronavirus quarantine.
The image in the mirror strokes his cock with his left hand, I with my right. With his freehand he tweaks his tit.
I comb my fingers through the hair of my chest, following the trail past my navel and pulsing tool so that I might fondle the shaved balls below.
He squeezes his rod, wiping the ensuing pre-cum from the tip with his middle finger.
I lick the glistening goo, savoring the sweet taste before sucking the entire finger down my hungry throat as far as it will go.
He pulls his finger out of his mouth with a pop and changes hands. His fingers graze his balls as he tantalizes the sensitive spot between ass and balls.
I stick out my long, slender tongue, forcing the spear-shaped tip to graze my nose. He smiles as he licks his upper lip, seducing me with his smile. We both know the countless men that tongue has driven wild. I smile in return and wink as he winks back.
The five foot nine man before me is no jock/hunk, but certainly not un-handsome either. Broad shoulders frame well defined pecs and bulging biceps. The six-packs aren't quite there, but we are working on that. A shaved head, blue eyes that laugh in the light of the overhead lights and a neatly trimmed mustache and beard give the illusion of the all-American man.
I gaze down at my seemingly ever-hard dick. It's a mere six and a half inches, no matter how much I might want it to grow. However, the girth makes up somewhat for the length. I again wipe the pre-cum from my piss slit, then let my tongue work the fingertip like I would some adversary's dick head.
We look each other in the eye, knowing full well who and what we are... Gemini twins, identical, yet just the opposite. When one is bad, the other remains good. When one is out of control, the other is watching from the sideline in complete control. One always is looking out for the other. You mess with one, the other will have his revenge.
Some might call us a curse. I would rather accept our situation as a blessing, for we can enjoy any and every situation. There is no top or bottom. There is no master or slave. For we are Gemini...Gemini/twins.
I lean in, resting one hand on the counter of the vanity. From the mirror, he smiles as he looks down the valley of my spine as I touch the tender mouth of my man-hole. I shut my eyes, reveling in the sensations my deft fingers produce.
I suck my middle finger, leaving it dripping with spit as it returns to my fevered opening. I spread my cheeks with my outside fingers to give the one a clear shot. The spit coats the puckered mouth that opens to let the wanton intruder slip in...one knuckle, then two, then all the way. I moan in ecstasy.
I look up. We are much closer now, almost touching. He smiles and nods. I return to the task at hand.
Another finger joins the first, then a third. They twist and turn inside me. They stretch my sphincter until the fourth can join. I push against them, forcing them as deep as my wrist will allow.
I slowly pull them out, leaving my fuck canal with an empty void. I reach into a side drawer to retrieve a tube of lube and a new dildo. This one is larger than any of its predecessors, thick as my wrist with a head about half the size of my fist. I look at him and shake my head. This seemed like a good idea at the adult bookstore, but now I'm having second thoughts. I look up at him. He simply shrugs as if to say, "Go for it."
I lick the head and shaft. I coat it liberally with lube as well as filling my hole as I once more spread the opening with my fingers. With my chest resting on the counter, I begin teasing my hole with the head of this rubber monster.
I shake my head. There is no way that this can work. I look up at him. He only smiles and nods.
I rest my fevered cheek on the cool marble of the counter. A bead of sweat trickles down the length of my spine to mix with the lube.
I begin to work the tip into my opening. I feel the muscles stretch beyond anything they have ever felt before. I take a deep breath and let it out as I coax the muscles to relax. I feel my sphincter stretch. I pause again. Another breath. Exhale. Push. Another, then another.
With a gasp I feel it enter the cavern of my ass. The excruciating pain gives way to a shudder of pleasure as my canal is filled beyond anything I could imagine.
I begin to fuck myself with this monster. As I slam the bulbous head of the dildo against my prostrate, the force drives my engorge dick against the vanity.
With one swift move, I pull the massive tool from my body. My knees buckle from the shock. Gingerly I stretch out on the vanity top. Raising my legs above my head, I once more enter my cavity.
Fucking myself with the huge toy, I begin to stroke my dick in rhythm. Each hand picks up speed until both are at a frenzy. I let out a primal scream and look into his eyes as we coat the mirror with stream after stream of cum. With a sense of relief, yet sadness, I extract the dick from my hole.
Together, our tongues lap the delectable cream from the mirror's surface. I savor the salty, bitter/sweet flavor, rolling it over my tongue before swallowing it. Our lips meet for a brief moment.
Gingerly I climb down from the marble countertop. He looks down at me as if to say, "You're a mess. Get cleaned up."
I smile and give him a wink.
Now that I know how it feels, I can't wait to use it again tomorrow night on my wanton, hot, begging hole. Until we can once again be together, this will have to suffice...as long as Covid keeps us separated and forces us to run the operation by hand.
My Gemini/twin simply nods and grins.
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