His Clone

My car sat three houses down from his; I’d seen him about an hour earlier, but I hadn’t followed him. I knew where he lived. I wanted to tell him my secrets, but should I? Would it end that way it had when I dreamed about it? Or would it be a nightmare?

I thought back to the first time I saw his face, but it wasn’t his face…

My father’s job temporarily transferred him to another town when I was fourteen. Neither my brothers nor I wanted to leave our school for what would be less than a year. My older brother was about to turn eighteen, so my parents, understanding as they were, left my older brother Mike in charge. We were left with strict instructions that at any sign of trouble, our asses would be shipped away to live with them. I was not going to mess things up. I knew Mike would walk the straight and narrow as well.

My brother Mark, sixteen at that time, was another story. He’d admitted to me a year earlier that he’d fucked one of the girls in his class without protection. He’d planned to pull out but didn’t. He was terrified for about six weeks that she’d end up pregnant. He was relieved when she told him that her period had started, but he had learned his lesson. He pledged to only do girls who were on birth control and he’d still wear a condom. Needless to say, he discovered those girls are few and far between.

One day after school, he came up to me with a brown paper bag and swore me to secrecy. I agreed, and he whispered. “I’ve got porn in the bag. I got it from Logan.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “Mark, what if you get caught?”

He laughed. “Who the fuck’s gonna catch us?” We can watch it on the TV in our room. Logan says it’s great to jerk off to. Mike won’t care. In fact, he’ll be glad we’re staying home.”

“You want me to watch it with you?” I was surprised.

“Yeah, guys do it all the time. Better bring a towel to bed.”

We walked the rest of the way home; he was giggling as though he’d won a great prize. I knew that after dinner, I’d be up in our room pretending to be interested in women getting fucked and trying to get a good l00k at the guys doing the fucking. Mark didn’t know it, but I’d admitted to myself that I was gay.

I’d told my dad the day some guy at school said that fags should have their dicks cut off and then just before they bled to death, they should be shot in the head. He kissed me on the forehead and told me that he loved me. He said that there were assholes like that in life and there would be more and more difficult challenges for me than the comments of a mental midget with a shrunken brain. Then he told me that if I thought the guy was a real danger to me or anyone else, I needed to report him. He said he’d stand by me.

I thought about telling my brothers, but I didn’t feel a need to tell anyone else. It wasn’t as though I’d met someone I wanted to date, and I hadn’t noticed anyone interested in me.

So I reluctantly headed up to our room after loading the dishwasher to the video that would change my life.

I was trying to finish my algebra homework, but Mark wanted to start the video. “Andy, you’re taking too long.”

“Keep bugging me and I’ll tie a knot around your dick in the middle of the night, and it’ll die and fall off.”

“I’m not surprised that you want to touch my dick,” he retorted. “It’s the nicest one in the room.” He laughed.

“Fuck off and let me finish.”

He was quiet for a little over five minutes. I’d finished, but I wanted him to squirm a little longer. I finally closed my notebook. “OK, oh, wait, I don’t have a towel. And, I want to change into my t-shirt.” I went about changing and getting my towel as slowly as I could without pushing him to the point that he would punch me. I got comfortable and pulled my underwear off. I had a pillow next to me to prevent Mark from seeing my dick.

Mark didn’t care who saw his dick. He was completely naked. He punched play on the remote, and the video started. The storyline was stupid. Two friends were going to play video games, but the first guy’s sister was there, and he stormed off. The second guy chatted with the sister before they started kissing and eventually having sex.

That second guy, I found out later, was named Charles Dera. He looked about twenty-five to me. He had thick black hair. It wasn’t too long, and he wore it with bangs. His face was strong and handsome, and he had beautiful blue eyes. There was some sort of dog tattoo on his chest. He was muscular, but not bodybuilder muscular. His dick was perfect, too.

I can’t say that I enjoyed watching him get sucked by the girl, but seeing his penis go in and out of her hole drove me to the edge. I came before he did.

“I told you this stuff was hot,” said Mark.

I cleaned myself off and pulled the covers over me. I dreamed that Charles Dera had put his penis in my hole, and when he was finished, he held me tight and told me that he loved me.

I watched that scene more times than I can remember. Then, one day, the disc was gone. Mark had given it back to Logan in exchange for some others. I examined the covers, but I didn’t find Charles’ name there. I watched with him, but I grew less and less interested. I wanted a real person; I wanted to feel his lips against mine. I wanted to touch him and pleasure him and be pleasured by him.

The monotony of life made the days turn to months, and soon my parents returned. Mike went off to college. Mark started dating a girl who was willing to suck him but wanted to wait until marriage before doing anything else. He had to tell me the day he first did oral sex on her. I knew I wanted that kind of excitement. Where was my boyfriend?

My teacher for algebra two suggested I sign up for his pre-AP computer programming class. He thought I would have an aptitude for it. Geometry and programming were my only exciting classes in my junior year, and by the end of the year, I decided to make programming my career. I had signed up for AP programming the next year as well as calculus and the other classes I had to take for graduation.

I walked into the computer room on that first day of my senior year and sat in the same seat I had the year before. Imagine my astonishment when my teacher turned out to be Charles Dera. I couldn’t believe it. He was even more handsome than he had been in the video that I had tried and tried to put out of my mind. He seemed younger, too, but he had the same dark hair, blue eyes, and handsome face.

He introduced himself as Aaron Bighawk, and as he spoke, I realized that he wasn’t the porn actor, but he was almost his clone. He turned out to be one of my favorite teachers. Always in a good mood and willing to go the extra mile for students who needed help; I admired him.

But he was forbidden.

That didn’t stop my fantasies.

I graduated and picked a university on the other side of the state. I thought that getting away would help. I dated a few guys, had sex a few times and discovered that I liked to top just a little more than I liked to bottom. It didn’t take long to find out that a lot of guys like to suck dick but don’t know how. There’s a rumor that guys are better at it than girls. The girls must be awful at it then. Or maybe it was the guys at my school.

I’d been working at a Best Buy on weekends and during summer breaks, but in the spring of my sophomore year, the store closed. My father told me to come home and not worry about it. He wanted me to take a break from the hard work and relax. No one can ever say that I didn’t follow my father’s advice.

Now I was parked down the street from Aaron’s house. I’d emailed him twice while I was at school to let him know I was enjoying my classes and thanking him for his support. I’d hoped he would write back and profess his undying love for me, but of course, he sent a nice little note back. He attached a photo of our computing club in one of the envelopes. I made a copy of it and kept the copy in my wallet.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and got out of the car. I’d gone through so many possible scenarios, and I knew that none of them would help me when the door opened. I stood in front of the door, but I couldn’t knock. My testicles had shriveled into nothing. My hands were shaking. I closed my eyes again. That’s when I heard the argument.

“It’s over Richard; it’s been over. I guess I’ve always known you were a player. And I’m an idiot.”

“Be reasonable, Aaron. Since you told me that you’d take me back, I only slept with him one time. Once. One time in two months. You and me, we haven’t fucked since Christmas.”

“Get out Richard, and stay gone. He was a student. A student. You disgust me.”

The door flew open, and I saw a man I’d never seen before. “Speaking of students.” The man, whom I assumed was Richard, stormed down the sidewalk.

“Andrew. This is not a good time.” Aaron remained standing in the same spot with the door open.”

“Maybe it’s the best time.” I stepped into the doorway. “Invite me in, please.”

Aaron smiled. “Are you a vampire? You can’t come in without an invitation.”

“No. I just need to know that you want me to come in.”

“Andrew. You’re my student. I’m older than you are.”

“I haven’t been your student in two years. I’m twenty, almost a man; old enough to consent. And when I’m sixty, you’ll be sixty-six. Not only are you the kindest most thoughtful man I know, but you are also the most handsome man on the planet. Please, ask me to come in.”

“Come in.”

I saw his lips tremble. I moved closer to him.

“Andrew.” He closed his eyes. “Oh, Andrew. This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“I almost quit teaching because of you.”

I took a step back. “Me? Why?”

“Because of what you did to me that first day of teaching. You were so attractive; you still are. I thought about you in ways that teachers should not think about students. You filled my dreams, my fantasies. How I wanted to be with you. I even accepted Richard’s playing around on me as a punishment for wanting you. I fought each day in class not to walk up to you and touch you. And when I had to shake your hand, I knew I would not want to let go. It was torture. And then you were gone, and it was worse.

You sent those emails. I wanted them to be filled with how much you missed me and wanted me, but they were so generic that they killed me.”

I clasped his hands into mine. He looked up and into my eyes. “That first day is burned into my memory. When you turned and looked at me with these beautiful eyes and I saw those dimples from that great smile, I knew I wanted you. I would have let you fuck me that first day and every day after that, but I knew you wouldn’t. I knew you had too much integrity, too much decency.

“But today is different,” I told him. “We’re two consenting men. I came tonight to tell you how much I want to be with you, how much I cannot get you out of my mind.”

He may have resembled Charles, but it was Aaron’s lips that kissed mine. It was Aaron who led me to the couch, and he was the one I made out with. I had expected, in all honesty, I thought I’d be back in the car lamenting about one-sided love. But I was leaning back on some pillows; a man who was an expert at kissing was exploring my mouth with his tongue. One of his hands moved from stimulating my nipples to touching the pubic hair under my waistband, only inches from my member. We were both breathing heavily, and Aaron pulled me up as he sat up.

“Would you like a drink?” He got up. “I don’t have booze, but I do have some beer. There’s always water, and I was drinking Dr. Pepper earlier.” He helped me from the sofa, and I followed him into the kitchen.

“A bottle of water or a sip of your soda will be fine.”

He picked up a glass that still had ice floating in its dark liquid. After taking a sip, he passed it to me. I took a sip and put it back on the counter.

Aaron kissed me again. His strong arms encircled me and he pulled me tightly to him. I hadn’t noticed his cologne before this. It was masculine and erotic. I envisioned the bottle on his dresser--Aaron, by Dior. I stiffened as his hand ran down my back and his tongue played with my lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His hand slipped down and pushed my ass forward and ground our groins together. He continued to tighten his grip as if to force our genitalia to occupy the same physical space. His hardness pressed against the flesh of my lower abs; I made small intentional thrusts with my hips.

His tongue pulled back into his mouth and then pushed forward again, parting my lips and forcing me to moan. A sense of lightheadedness came over me. He pulled back slightly from me, easing his taut grip. I moved my arms down and put my fingers on the buttons of his shirt. His top button was open, as always, revealing the white t-shirt underneath. I continued to unbutton his shirt until all the buttons had been freed.

“After that first day I saw you, I dreamed about doing this.”

“I’m glad you didn’t; I couldn’t have resisted you. Then I’d have been in trouble, and we wouldn’t be here now. Like this.”

I pushed his shirt back over his shoulders, and he allowed it to fall to the floor. I slipped my hands under his T and moved up his belly. I could feel his abs as I moved up. Four hard bands on each side. I felt my dick twitch. Then I reached his pecs. I could feel the hair. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “You’re hairy.”

“Just my chest,” he replied as though I were chastising him.

“How can you be even sexier?”

“You like chest hair?”

“I fucking love it; it’s so manly, so sexy,” I told him. I leaned in and licked the hairy area around his nipple before sucking on the hardened bud.

Aaron held my head against his chest. “Oh, fuck that feels good.”

I moved to the other nipple.

He let out a high-pitched squeal. “Oh, hell yes. Oh, fuck.”

I pulled back. My mouth was wet with saliva, and it dripped down my chin. I wiped the spit away with the back of my hand.

“No one’s ever been able to do my nipples just right.”

“Then I’m your perfect match,” I told him.

He kissed me again, licking my chin in the process and forcing me to exhale a ‘fuck yeah.’ Grabbing me by the arm, he led me into his bedroom.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Andrew. I need to know that you’re OK with this, and that you’re OK that I’m older than you.”

“I’ve wanted you for just as long.” I pulled my pants off, exposing my hardness to him. “This is not just a biological response to your presence. It’s an expression of my need to be with you physically. I want you to fill me. I want you inside me, and if I’m lucky, you’ll want me inside you.”

“I do.” Aaron removed his clothes. We stood face to face, nude and full of desire for the other. Aaron opened the door to his nightstand; he held out a bottle of lube.

I didn’t take it. I climbed onto the bed and centered myself. “I want you to go first.” I spread my legs apart and grabbed my ass cheeks. Aaron stuffed a pillow under my ass to raise my hole. It was his hole now. The cold lubricant made my pucker squeeze shut. I took a deep breath and willed it to relax.

“Fingers first?” he asked.

“No, just push until you’re inside.”

I saw a smile on his face. The light in the room was dim, but I saw a twinkle in his eyes. I looked at his dimples, and my dick spewed for some precum.

Aaron aligned himself and pushed gently. I wanted him to force himself into me, but I understood his nature. He was a gentle man. He slowly inched into me, sliding back out just a bit before putting more pressure. The gentle rocking of his fuck allowed him to enter me painlessly even though I was sure his penis was larger than either of the two men I had practiced with.

He rocked back and forth; his penetrations rubbed across my prostate. Each thrust and withdrawal made me shudder. I reached up and placed my hand on his chest. My thumbs caressed his nipples, and as I did, he sped up. My head pushed back, and I moaned from the most wonderful pleasure I’d ever known. I wanted to call out his name, tell him that this was the moment I’d dreamed of for years. And it just kept building; I found myself holding the sheet in my fists. My muscles began to tighten.

Aaron began to pound me harder, and I came as never before. He continued to fuck me more quickly, then he tensed and unloaded into me. There wasn’t enough room inside my belly for his cum and his cock, and the ejaculate was squeezed out as his pumping slowed. Aaron stopped and kissed me. He pulled out and lay next to me.

“Andrew.” He pushed my bangs back.

I pushed his bangs back. “Aaron.”

“I’ve just released four years of desire and want, maybe lust. When I knew you best, you were a kid, an almost adult kid. Now you’re a young man, and as I look at you. I still want you; maybe more now than yesterday. I need to know who you are, who you’ve become.”

Now it was my turn for my lips to quiver and my hands to shake. “I knew when I came that you could reject me, and I was terrified that you might. But I knew we could do what we just did. That’s what I hoped for. I also knew that it might be just a one-time thing. It’s not what I wanted, but if that were to happen, I was prepared to accept it.

“I want to know you better, too.

“Andy, I’m so glad to hear that.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that. No one calls me that.”

“What should I call you, then?” asked Aaron.

“They call me Drew, but I want you to call me Andy. I like it. Do you have a nickname?”

“No, my middle name’s Alexander.”

“Aaron Alexander Blackhawk,” I said. “Did people ever call you Hawk?”

“I hated it.”

“I guess I won’t call you that.”

He chuckled.

“What about Xander? Alex? Al?” None of them got a response from him. “OK, Professor, I give up.”

“You know, my dick tingled when you called me Professor.”

I pushed him onto his back. “We’re already closer aren’t we.” I slowly lowered my head and kissed him.

“I think we just took our first step together, Andy.”

“I trust that you’re right, Professor.”