A problem for tomorrow’s me

by Knock Noct Not

Darren thought it was a good idea to make himself tipsy to get out of a party he did not want to attend, only to be helped by the very person he avoided wanting to meet. That alone is a headache to come... good thing nothing else would happen, right? Bah! Whatever it is, it’ll all be a problem for tomorrow’s Darren!

Darren made his protest well-known as he squirmed and lashed out at the man carrying him, bridal-style, to his bed. Sweat trickled down his body, his face flushed red, and his eyes barely able to focus on anything. His limbs, too, acted all languid and heavy. Still, he fought back with what remains of his strength.

“Let m-me go, you bastard!” he grumbled, making eye contact with the man holding him. “Damn you and… and your stupid face! Put me down this instant!”

“Come on, Darren,” the man replied, following through the other’s request as he placed him on his bed. “You don’t mean to say that, do you? I mean, I was the one who hauled you out of the party and brought you back to your home.” His tone remained calm and collected. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and his eyes crinkled with amusement.

Darren clicked his tongue and looked away. In an unfortunate twist of events, the good Samaritan and the source of ire were the same. That being the man by the name of Shane. If it were any other man, he would have seized the chance and asked him out. He has the qualities: smart, a bibliophile, and enthusiastic about his hobbies. Not to mention the physical traits. Twice his size and sporting broad shoulders, a rugged, bulky frame, with thick hair covering his arms. Darren had no qualms believing that Shane’s button shirt was one size smaller to show off his physique.

But misfortune begets misfortune. This perfect man for him had been his bully. From when they were kids up to their college days, Shane was a constant thorn in his side. Their greetings were punches, and their goodbyes were kicks. Not a single day went by that went peacefully.

Darren believed it would all be over after graduation, but life took a strange turn when Shane attempted to befriend him. As if their whole fighting did not happen in the slightest!

“So, what’s your end goal here?” Darren forced himself to sit up, his back resting against the headboard. “Why did you trouble yourself to help me?” His tone was like subdued thunder, ready to spark at a moment’s notice. It was difficult to believe that his former bully would try and offer help without some compensation.

After all, this man was no mere former bully. This man is an apex predator. The CEO of the town’s leading business conglomerate with connections to almost every other wealthy family out there. And to add insult to injury, his boss.

No way would this man help him out of the goodness of his heart.

“Come on!” Darren whined when he did not receive an answer. “What really is your plan? Why did you volunteer to help? How—?!”

“Shh! Shh… easy now, Darren,” Shane cooed. He placed his hands on the smaller male’s shoulders and guided him to go back to lying down. “You’re somewhat drunk and running a small fever. I don’t think I can ever explain to you… well, everything. Sorry if this is going too fast, but I assure you, I have my reasons.”

He proceeded to unbutton Darren’s shirt, only for his hands to be slapped away by the latter.

“Y-you pervert,” Darren growled. “What are—what the fuck are you doing?”

“You’re covered in sweat. I was going to wipe them off. It’s bad for your health,” Shane reasoned.

Disbelief etched on Darren’s face, but with the pounding headache and still-weak body, he decided to let Shane do what he wanted.

“Thank you.” Shane continued to undress Darren, taking off his clothes layer by layer until he was stripped bare save for his underwear.

Darren squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. “Ugh, get on with it already…”

Shane nodded and got to work. He began wiping the sweat off the other’s body. Every bit of exposed skin was wiped clean. And with every motion, Darren twitched and gasped in shock, unaccustomed to someone else touching him anywhere.

“Are you d-done?” His voice was shaky, quivering. His breathing had lost its rhythm, panting as each touch sent shockwaves through his body. And with it, elicited the unwanted attention of his underwear pitching up a tent.

Shane noticed the unfortunate situation and tried to pay no attention to it ever happening. He did his best to continue his work when he tripped and fell forward. That was when things went from embarrassing to mortifying.

The taller male’s arm broke his fall but now found himself straddling Darren. Both their faces were mere inches apart, as hot breath prickled the other’s skin. To make things worse, their hard-on dicks brushed with each other, and it made them moan simultaneously. An act that made the whole situation tense.

“You’re hard,” Darren commented, breaking the silence.

“And so are you,” Shane countered.

Brown eyes met grey as they remained staring at each other. The only sound was from their breathing.

Shane opened his mouth to react when Darren reached out, grabbed his shirt, and pulled the former down for a kiss. The two men lost themselves in sensual bliss, arms wrapped around each other, and bodies pressed together as close as physically possible. Neither of the men backed down. Darren seemed to have forgotten his apprehension, while Shane decided to let his hands caress the other man’s body instead of some washcloth. Their heads only parted to breath before resuming their passionate kisses, or when Shane took off a layer of clothing until he, too, was reduced to wearing his underwear. The way their cocks rubbed each other, separated only through a thin veneer of silk, only further their arousal.

Darren pushed Shane away and slowly turned his back on him until he was on all fours. “Come on and stick ’em in,” he said, voice gravelly and low.

The smile on the bigger male grew into a grin, but paused and asked, “But what about—”

“Shh! Let’s forget all about that and go straight into fucking. This will be tomorrow me’s problem, not mine.” And as if to prove a point, he pushed his ass against Shane’s throbbing fat cock, sliding it between the crack of his buttocks.

All sense of rationality was thrown out, and Shane found himself holding Darren steady. The tip of his cock was now positioned at the entrance of the latter’s hole, and for a brief moment wondered how his cock, whose girth was the size of his forearm, could fit inside that small entrance. But that moment flew by as fast as it came, and in one steady motion, thrust forward into the brunet’s ass. Both men groaned in ecstasy.

“Faster, you hairy mutt!” Darren growled at this alabaster Adonis. Tears streaked down his cheek from the pain and pleasure melding together as one.

Shane complied. He leaned forward, put his arms around Darren, and continued ravaging him. There was a rhythmic tempo as his cock went in and out. However, it slowly eased up to a full stop. He looked down to see his body sinking into Darren’s. He pulled back only to bring Darren with him, and they both fell backward, off the bed and down to the floor.

“Dammit, what’s going on?” Darren tried getting up but failed. But when he got a closer look at what was going on, he, too, became speechless.

The two men saw their bodies merging, pulling them together. They twist and turn, but they remain glued to one another.

“Are you seeing this shit?” Darren asked.

Shane nodded, stumped at this fascinating experience. “Y-yeah, I am. I can feel… feel you. Your—our?—hands, our breathing…” he reached out to his (their?) combined chest and caressed it. That sensation was alien yet familiar. He tried to get a good look at it but was distracted by Darren’s head being so close to his. Unlike before, this was uncomfortably heavy at best. As if half of his body became distant and numb, but otherwise still there.

“Fuck, look at us!” Darren exclaimed.

The raven-haired man looked down and was in awe. He (they? Yes, they) looked like a jumbled mess. His head appeared to be on the right side whereas Darren’s head was on the left. They have two sets of chests. The upper chest had his right arm and pec with Darren’s left arm pec; the lower chest was in inverse—his left arm and pec with Darren’s right arm and pec. Likewise, only Shane’s ‘part’ of the body was covered with a thick layer of hair, making it all the more unnatural than it already was. Continuing downward, their torso was a perfect mix of his light skin tone and Darren’s darker, warm tan. A brown-and-black treasure trail was noticeable. Moving even lower, their legs, however, were asymmetrical. They have his bigger, thicker, hairier left leg, but Darren’s softer, smoother right leg.

And then there was their groin. It looked relatively normal other than the meshing skin tone. The oddity comes from their cock. Or cocks, still. They still have their separate cocks, evident by the bigger, fatter one and its accompanying partner, a shorter but still impressive manhood. However, how separate they are is up for debate. Because for all it’s worth, they seemed to have been fused side by side, sharing a cock sheath, making them always rubbing against one another.

“What on earth…?” Darren was in awe, unsure how to react or what proper reaction was there for this instance. “Shane… are you? And me?”

Shane nodded, also dumbfounded. “Yeah. I think we’re conjoined.”

The brunet gulped before looking downward again. He tried moving their limbs, and as expected, they could only control their respective—original—arms and legs, not accounting for their position. The only part that they both control is their torso.

While Shane allowed Darren to gawk at their physical condition, he took the initiative of using their lower left arm and giving their cocks a soft caress. Both men moaned at the feeling of this touch.

“Oh, my, god… we can share the sensations of both our cocks at the same time,” Darren said.

Shane did not add anything to his statement. Instead, he grabbed their cocks together with one hand, stroking it with fervour.

The brunet twitched and arched their backs, feeling a tad bit too sensitive as the double sensations assaulted his head. The constant moving and jostling, however, only served to stimulate Shane further.

“You like that?” Shane teased, enjoying this feeling of Darren whimpering and crying for him to end things faster. The way he begged for them to cum brought exhilaration. It reminded him of their schooldays where he was in charge of the situation; how he was in control of Darren.

But now, trapped together in co-ownership of a single body? He felt the need to assert his dominance, even for a little while. Shane continued teasing Darren, bringing them to the edge of climax before halting any stimulation. Their ragged, laboured breathing and sweat-soaked body brought immense satisfaction to Shane. And especially delighted at seeing the brunet’s flushed face, begging for release.

Both their cocks leaked pre-cum, making their already-wet cocks slippery. The way they twitch only served to further their arousal.

Darren tried to make them stand up. To move away from Shane and this unconventional torture, but with only half the control, it was no use. Shane was forcing him to remain hot and bothered for as long as he was willing them.

“Come on, Shane!” Darren sobbed, twisting and pulling away. “I-it’s so uncomfortable now! M-make us c-cum..!”

Shane, seeing the overly distressed face the other was making, decided to end his fun. With a few more strokes, the two men released a shower of cum all over them. With double the penis, comes double the sensitivity. They groaned at the sweet release of their pent-up stress before their limbs collapsed on the floor with them.

Shane looked at his body-mate with a smirk. “Hehehe… just like old times, buddy?”

“Yeah, right,” Darren said between gasps of breathing. “I… I still feel a bit dizzy.”

“Oh, sure.” Shane helped Darren stand up—something they would be working on in the foreseeable future—and walk back to the bed. As soon as they lay down, Darren snuggled his head against Shane’s. “You’re awfully calm,” he pointed out.

“Whatever. This is a problem for tomorrow’s me, not mine.”

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