With globs of my own cum laying on the floor, I quietly zippered back up and eased my way out of the master bedroom. I was sure that I had not given myself away, (inspite of my own loud moans of pleasure) and I had every intention of keeping it that way. Not that it mattered, though. I mean, shit, Pops had went through all of this trouble for my benefit. I had said I wanted a replica of myself. And I'll be damned if he didn't do it for me.
The drive back home was silent, albeit I had to nurse the biggest boner of my life. It was cool seeing myself... outside of myself. It's one thing to see yourself in a mirror. But my clone was like a mirror on steroids. The muthafuckin nigga looked JUST like me.
Now since we're talking so much about me, I guess now would be a good time to give you a better description of myself. Like I said earlier, I'm a big brotha, with a smooth bald head, who would put you in the mind of a younger Emmitt Smith.
I normally don't flaunt my own beauty, but I'm basically built like a brick. My shoulders measure a good 50 inches, while my waist is a super slim 34, which gives my back a perfect 'V' shape.
Same with my clone. Same phat ghetto booty. Same colossal ten inch dick.
"Oh my god," my dick twitched.
Like most men, I have had very kinky moments in the mirror and thought, "Boy, if I could just detach my head from my own body, I'd have it so far up my own ass that it ain't even funny."
And I meant dat shit, too. Which is why my dick was rock hard at the thought of doing myself. While many would never know this pleasure, my Pops had come through and turned out to not be so crazy after all.
Pops stayed away for nearly a week. But now that I knew why, you didn't hear me complaining. He was most likely fine tuning the nigga in the art of obedience. Which, needless to say, is fine by me.
"Earl," my Pops came into my room a week later.
"Yes sir," I jumped up all too eager.
"There is going to be a conference here in town. A meeting of the minds," my father rubbed his hands together.
"And you are telling me this WHY?" I asked.
"Because I'm hosting them here at the house. So I thought you might want to go and stay at the summer house."
"Are you kicking me out?" I asked.
"Yes and no," he smiled. "I'd like to think of it as expanding your range of experiences."
"You know something?", I walked to give him a hug. " You are twisted as fuck. But I like it."
"You have no idea, son. But you will..."
...
I slowly opened the door and before I could even step foot through the threshold, a powerful force knocked me down to the ground. For a moment,I kicked up on my feet in an attempt to get this huge weight off of my back.
"Stop resisting," I heard my own voice whisper directly into my ear, which soothed me in a way I didn't think possible. I released the tension in my arms and legs, and we crumpled to the floor like a deck of cards.
"That's right, baby," my clone used one of my favorite phrases. "I'm gonna make you feel real good tonight."
As he spoke, he nestled his head next to mine, and hugged me from behind, as he ground his dick into my massive, squishy ass.
The warmth from his body felt incredible as he softly kissed the back of my neck, while his massive hands massaged my pec muscles.
I slid forward a little, which caused him to jump up and smother me under his weight.
"Stop fighting, baby. I just want to make real, sweet love to you. Will you let me do that?"
He was so sweet, I just had to look in his eyes.
"Turn me around," I commanded.
And just like that, he pushed up on his fingers and tippy toes so I could roll over and turn to face him. I had scarcely did that before he once again dropped his weight down on me. But this time he cradled me, with all TEN of his fingers clasping my face (another one of my trademarks) as he devoured my lips in a kiss.
"Mmmm," I instantly moaned. It was partially from the warmth of his embrace. But mostly from the fact that I was basically making out with myself.
I slowly rested my hands on the inside of his massive shoulders and slowly ran them up and down his back. Me myself, I love that shit. So if he's anything like me, he should just eat it up.
"Mmmm," he almost growled at me, as I raked my nails down his back. "More...do it again."
I couldn't believe how possessive he was. While there was a sweetness, it was almost like he was one of two extremes. All the way soft. Or all the way hard...(I'd have to get with Pops later on that subject.) But in the meantime, I'd simply lay back and let him do what he wanted to do.
"Do you have a name?" I asked between his deep kisses.
"Slave," he smiled, as he embraced me in a tight bear hug. "I can be whoever you tell me to be."
"How about Drary?" I asked. "That's different, isn't it?"
He simply lifted my shirt over my neck and locked his lips over my left nipple.
"Oh fuck," I rolled my eyes from the effect of his soft, swirling tongue. "Dayum, boy. You know just how I like it."
"In that case," he backed up, "then you need to stand up. I can't give you a proper blowjob unless you're towering over me."
"Now see," I quickly hopped up. "Now we starting to see eye to eye."
Without being told, Drary palmed my massive rear and planted loving kisses all over my crotch area. He first knelt under me and kissed just under where my asshole would be...then he moved under my balls, making sure to wiggle his nose in the center.
"Oh yeah," I leaned down and massaged his back. "Mmm, that feels so good."
We made eye contact as I shuffled around, forcing me to lean down so I could enclasp his face and give him a juicy kiss.
