Accepting I'm different


 James knew he was different from everyone else, but when he ends up rooming with someone he accidentally falls for, will he accept James for who he is?

Added: Jan 2023 4,996 words 1,530 views 4.0 stars (3 votes)


“Why does life have to be complicated?” I sighed.

I’d been struggling with my own feelings for a couple of months now. I’m in my final year of high school and for the first time I’m sharing my room with a roommate. I’d managed to go right through boarding school without having to share, but now, my luck had run out. Perhaps this is the school’s warped way of giving me my 18th birthday present...

Things are pretty complicated. I’d pretty much worked out through puberty that I was gay. I have had passing interest in girls, but my feelings for them were far weaker than my attraction to other boys. When my roommate Aiden joined me, those feelings went into overdrive. Not just because Aiden was attractive as hell, but as an individual was a great guy to be around. We clicked instantly.

I wouldn’t consider myself obviously gay, but I’m not in the closet either. If anyone asked, I’d tell them, but generally I didn’t consider it all that important. Aiden hadn’t asked me, but I also couldn’t read him. He was giving me any strong gay vibes, but I couldn’t see an apparent interest in women either. Do I ask and risk tearing what was turning out to be a great friendship apart, or keep to myself and never know?

I finally got up from my bed and started pacing back and forth across my small bedroom. Aiden was lying on his bed in his room next door playing on his PlayStation. It wasn’t a game I was particularly interested in, but I liked spending time with him. In the end, I decided to take a walk along the coast to try to clear my head. This is the advantage of the school being close to Sydney’s eastern beaches.

There is one other complication to consider, and it’s something I’ve never told anyone. Obviously my mother knew, as did my treating doctors and clinicians, but I’d kept my condition a secret from everyone. I was born with diphallia, a condition which means I have two dicks. It’s very rare, only one in five million male babies have it, and I am unusual in that both are fully formed and functional, and I have no other medical problems. My parents were told their son would require surgery at some point, but they’d waited until I was old enough to make my own decisions before going ahead. I’ve always known about it, even before it became obvious when I hit puberty. I never knew how different I was until sex education came up in my first year of high school. Talking about the physiology of other boys was eye opening when the realisation dawned on me that I was different to all the other boys, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think of it as a problem. To be honest, I grew up with two dicks so it never really bothered me. Even after I discovered I was gay, I felt like I could still pursue a normal life, if not more than most.

The trouble is, I really like Aiden, a lot, and my feelings for him are getting ever stronger. He is absolutely gorgeous. He’s about the same height as me, blond, well built but not overly so, and has the most gorgeous smile. He is almost your typical Sydney beach boy. But he’s not just hot, I actually care about him, and I can’t tell you why exactly. Perhaps it’s just the fact that we seem to have so much in common, or perhaps that we’ve just clicked from day one. He made it clear that we were not obligated to do everything together, even though we practically do most weekends. We’ve been on train trips to the Blue Mountains, movies, and the beach together. We’ve even been accused, in jest of being a couple by our friends, which we strongly denied. And yet, I don’t know whether or not to tell him. The thought terrifies me. What if he doesn’t feel the same? Or worse, what if he thinks I’m a freak?

Telling Aiden that I’m gay is one thing. Telling him I am attracted to him is another. The real challenge is, even if we navigate that challenge successfully, how would he take my condition. It’s not like you can just tell someone that you have two dicks in your pants is it? And then there’s the issue of what to call my condition. It’s not a simple thing to explain, and I don’t want to scare him off before we even get a chance to figure out what might happen.

I got home and grabbed a can out of the fridge, went back into my room and flopped on my small sofa. Boarding school bedrooms don’t give a lot of room for furniture. I only have a king single bed, a desk for my computer and a couple of monitors, and a small sofa with a dresser next to it.

Aiden walked through the open door and plonked himself on my bed. “Aircon feels like it’s broken again, it’s damn hot here,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s pretty warm today,” I replied, noting that we were in the height of an Australian summer. We sat quietly for a moment, both lost in our thoughts.

“So, what’s bothering you?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Had my thoughts been that obvious?

“Oh, uh, nothing much...” I stammered.

He frowned. “What’s up?”

“Nothing really, just thinking about stuff,” I lied.

His frown deepened. He could sense I wasn’t telling him everything.

“You’ve been lost in your thoughts a lot lately. I can see it. We’ve been roommates for a few months now, I just want you to know I’m willing to listen,” he said.

It was so unexpected, I just sat there staring at him. It took me a second to realise what he meant. Aiden was offering his friendship, and more importantly his ear. I didn’t know how to respond, so instead I gave him a big hug.

Aiden was initially taken back, but after a couple of seconds, put his arms around me as well. We then both sat down again.

“James,” he began, “you don’t have to say anything, but I’m worried about you. I’m here whenever you need to talk.”

I didn’t reply immediately. I needed to digest the offer he’d made. I’m not sure exactly why I felt the way I did, but I felt like I was betraying my best friend. Aiden wasn’t my only life problem, but he had fast become my biggest.

I looked into his eyes and saw the concern there. It made me feel better knowing he cared, but I still felt guilty. How could I possibly explain this to him? After a long pause, I spoke up.

“Aiden, I’ve been struggling with this for quite a while,” I said. “I’ve never told anybody else, not even my parents, and I’m not sure how to explain it to you. Sorry, but you’re gonna have to accept me for who I am, and I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”

“What do you mean by that, James?” he asked.

I hesitated again, then slowly opened my mouth. “It’s kind of complicated,” I eventually admitted.

He was quiet for a minute as he took in what I’d said. Finally, he spoke.

“What are you trying to tell me James?”

My brain had failed me once again. Now I was caught between telling him and letting the secret fester. In the end, I decided to tell him. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, but I forced myself to continue.

“Aiden, I’m gay,” I said simply.

That simple statement sent shockwaves through the room. His eyes widened in surprise and his jaw dropped. “No way!”

“Yes, I am, and yes, it’s true,” I replied hesitantly. I couldn’t tell by his response whether he was shocked by what I’d just said to him.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

I shuddered at those words. “Of course, and I’ve been battling whether to tell you this for a long time,” I confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked.

I shrugged apologetically. “It’s complicated, and I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it. I didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship either, so I held back,” I explained.

“James, I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you for a long time about this. I’ve been wanting to tell you I am bisexual for ages, but the time was never right, and I couldn’t tell whether you would accept me or not,” replied Aiden.

This sent shockwaves through me. He didn’t know about me, but more importantly, I’d misread him completely, and he’d been wanting to tell me this as well. What had I missed? “I don’t understand,” I said.

“Forget about that for a second. Why didn’t you tell me before? All these months we’ve spent together, I’d spent so much time with you because you’re a cool dude to hang around, and I was trying to figure out where you stood in life. I couldn’t work out whether this feeling is something that would turn into something, or whether it was a complete lost hope!”

Aiden had just confessed to me that he liked me. What do I do now? Did I say something wrong? Was I pushing him away when I should have been encouraging him? I felt like I’d let him down, but I tried to push those thoughts aside.

“Aiden, are you trying to tell me that you are interested in me?” I asked, nervously.

“I guess I am,” he replied.

What did I do now? I’d just come out to Aiden, and he’d just effectively done the same to me, and confessed his attraction to me. Did he know about my condition? Should I tell him and risk everything at the first post?

I took a deep breath and weighed up my options. There was no easy choice here. If I told him about my condition, would he still want to be with me or would he think I’m a freak? Should I even be having these thoughts? If this was going to turn into something, he was going to have to find out sooner or later.

“Aiden, I didn’t realise you had an attraction to me. There’s something else you should know about me, something deeply personal that I’ve told nobody else.” I paused, looking at him intently. “I was born with a medical condition that makes me different to other boys.”

Aiden frowned. “What is it?” he blurted out.

“I was born with two dicks,” I said.

He stared at me for several seconds, then he burst into laughter. I felt deflated. He then saw the look of pain on my face and stopped. “Sorry, sorry. I just didn’t expect that. I’m sorry man, I shouldn’t laugh. You’ve got a ‘condition’?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“And… you say you have two dicks?” he repeated.

I nodded.

“Can you show me?” he asked.

Was that a joke? I glanced at him uncertainly.

“Sorry, that’s a bit too direct. This is baffling, I’m just trying to get my head around what you’ve just said,” he said to me.

“There isn’t much to see. It’s hard to explain,” I said.

He patted his groin area. “Do you mind if I take a look at you?” His face was much more serious this time.

I hesitated again, this time for longer. My initial reaction was to deny him access. I wanted to keep this hidden from everyone, especially him. But I also knew that if this turned into something between us, I wouldn’t be able to hide it from him any longer. After some hesitation, I pulled my shorts down to reveal my two soft, five inch cocks, draped over a normal looking ball sack, with only a tuft of public hair above them. I was terrified.

Aiden’s eyes widened in shock. He looked confused and concerned. “How did this happen?” he asked.

I didn’t know how to answer. I hadn’t expected to be explaining my condition to him just yet. “I was born with them. The doctors considered removing one of them, but my mother stopped them, as there was nothing wrong with them and she wanted me to make my own decision. I’ve not had a reason to remove either of them.”

He shook his head, then reached out and ran his fingers along the shafts of both dicks, then traced my testicles. This was the first time anyone else except a doctor had touched me, but this time was different. He didn’t seem to be disgusted, he seemed fascinated.

“When did they develop?” he asked.

“They were both fully developed at birth, but they remained fairly small until puberty hit. They’ve definitely grown since then, and they both work properly.”

He started stroking them gently with his hand, and the sensation was incredible.

Then it struck me hard. Here was my best friend and roommate, whom I’d been attracted to for months and hidden my true feelings from the whole time, kneeling on the floor in front of me touching my dicks for the first time, and he looked like he was enjoying them. What do I do? I thought to myself. Do I kiss him? Should I stop him? Is this going to lead somewhere, or should I cut my losses now?

I was frozen in fear, unable to move, but Aiden was still moving, and I realised he was still stroking my dicks. Both dicks started stir, and then I noticed the bulge in his shorts. Aiden saw my cocks starting to stiffen and took this as a sign to keep going.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s so weird. It’s hot, and I’m getting a massive erection. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this,” he apologised.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve never had somebody touch me like this before either. It’s new for both of us,” I replied.

His hands moved further up my shafts, and I felt his strong hands grip my cocks firmly and start pumping them. The heads of both of my cocks started to appear as the foreskins rolled back over them. I watched in amazement as Aiden pleasured me for the first time. I was mesmerised by the sight of his strong hands massaging my hardening cocks, and my breathing started to deepen.

“How big do they get?” he asked.

I was surprised at the question. “I’ve never measured them exactly, but they can be pretty large when I’m aroused. You might not want to be standing up for a little while though.”

Aiden laughed. He took his hands off my dicks, and undid the fly of his shorts. He pushed them down and stepped out of them, stepping out of his boxers and revealing a large erection. His dick was circumcised, unlike mine, but it was still bigger than mine. He had shaved his pubes too.

I was finally able to relax as I saw he wasn’t judging me, but instead seemed genuinely intrigued by the experience. He knelt down beside me and resumed his stroking of my dicks.

My dicks reached their full size. They were rock hard and throbbing with blood. My balls had begun to tighten up as well, and my shafts were covered in pre cum.

Aiden stopped. “Do you mind if I measure them, James? I want to see how they compare.”

He stood up and walked over to my desk where he picked up a tape measure. I couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was he really intending to measure my dicks?

He held the tape measure against my left dick, the smaller of the two. “Wooah, this is impressive,” he said. “It’s almost 7.5 inches long,” he said.

He then moved across to my right dick, which was longer and thicker. “And this one is 8 inches long. That’s pretty big, don’t you think?” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

“You’re not going to tell me that you don’t notice the difference in size, are you?” I said.

“Oh I definitely noticed!” he said. “I knew you must be hung when you admitted to having two dicks, but I’m amazed at just how long and thick your cocks are.”

I felt a surge of pride run through me. I grabbed the tape measure off Aiden and motioned for him to stand in front of me. He did so, and I ran the tape measure against his hard cock, touching him for the first time. It felt so good, and I was surprised by just how soft his skin was. I looked up at him, and could see a smile forming on his face.

I looked at the tape measure, noting the number at the end of the tip of his rock hard cock. “It’s 8.5 inches long,” I announced.

He smiled. “It sure is,” he agreed. Then he caught his breath and gasped.

Aiden took his top off, and I could finally see all of him. I’d seen him with his shirt off before as we’d been swimming together plenty of times, but this was the first time I could see him in all his glory. He was beautiful. Puberty had been kind to him. His body was lean but firm, and he still retained some of the characteristic teenage features. He had no hair anywhere, with the exception of the gorgeous short blond hair on his head.

“James, it’s not fair that I’m standing here naked, while you’ve still got your shirt and shorts on.” I stood up, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I then lowered my shorts to the floor, and stood in front of Aiden. Aiden stared at me, looking at my body. I wasn’t exactly shy about showing myself to him, but he still had the ability to make me feel uncomfortable. His eyes roamed over every inch of my body, lingering on my chest and stomach. I wasn’t as built as Aiden, but the look in his eyes told me he thought I was attractive.

He stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in an embrace. For the first time, I felt truly accepted. Our naked 18 year old bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly. My hands took in his tight firm back, and his cock fitted perfectly between both of mine. That must have felt strange to him, having his cock pressed between my two.

We kissed passionately, our tongues entwined, and my hands explored his body. I ran my hands down his trim waist, along his muscular legs, then up his ass to the cheeks of his perfect round bubble butt. We broke apart from each other, and he looked into my eyes. “I can feel your precum, James. My stomach feels so wet.”

He reached down and traced the length of my cocks with his fingertips. He then licked his fingers clean.

“I hope you don’t mind if I taste you now,” he said.

I smiled. “Not at all, please go ahead,” I replied.

Our mouths met again, and we shared a long tongue filled kiss. My hands wandered over his body once more, before he dropped down to suck my left cock. I moaned loudly as I felt his warm mouth engulf my throbbing erection. My hips buckled slightly as I leaned back onto the sofa, pushing my cock into his throat. He gagged briefly, then relaxed his throat muscles. I could feel the tension in his throat as he tried to accommodate my size.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Mhmm,” he moaned, before switching to my larger right cock. Once again, I felt my cock disappear as I felt the tightness of his throat muscles, before relaxing again. His lips were wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, and he was bobbing up and down slowly.

“Do they cum together?” he asked.

I nodded. “They both ejaculate at the same time.”

He gave a deep moan as he sucked my cock, and I could feel his saliva lubricating my shaft. His head was swirling around my knob, and I could feel it getting harder by the moment.

“I never thought I’d say this, James, but I want you,” he said in a low voice.

I smiled. “Me too, Aiden,” I replied.

“No James, I want you,” he corrected himself. “I want you in me,” he added.

I felt my cocks twitch. I’ve always wanted to fuck someone, but I never thought I would ever get to because of my condition. Aiden got up, and walked out to his room, then came back with some lube.

“Don’t laugh at me James, but whenever I’ve thought about you, and dreamt of doing things with you, I never considered the need to have two condoms at the ready. I’ve only got one!” he joked.

“It’ll be fine,” I replied.

“What do you mean by that James?”

“I trust you Aiden, don’t bother with it,” I said.

He laughed. “Okay, if you insist,” he said. “I’ve got to give this a try,” pushing me down and grabbing my left dick. He grabbed the tube of lube, and squeezed some onto my left cock.

Pushing my chest down onto my bed, he knealt up above my hips, and guided my left cock towards my arse. I stared at him, and though about how fucking gorgeous Aiden looked right now, especially his cock pointing straight out above me. I felt nervous, but excited at the prospect.

He lined my left cock up with his hole, and began pushing slowly down. I could feel him stretching, and the sensation was amazing. The head of my cock was rubbing against the entrance of his arsehole. He slowly lowered himself onto me, stopping half way. A slightly pained expression came across his face.

“Have you done this before, Aiden?” I asked.

“Nope, but I’ve thought about it a lot in the past. I knew you were hung but I never suspected it was because you had two dicks. I just need to get used to this.”

Aiden lifted his body up, and pushed back down again. He repeated this process several times, until eventually he had completely taken me inside him. His cock nestled itself down on top of me next to my right cock. A pool of precum had already leaked onto my stomach, which combined with his precum.

I slid my hands down to his ass, feeling how hard his tight muscles were. “You’re such a good boy, Aiden,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Yes, I am, aren’t I?” he said. He started moving up and down, and I could feel his cock sliding along my length. It was so warm and smooth. His arse felt so tight around my left cock, and my stream of precum kept his hole well lubricated.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Oh god yes,” I groaned. “I’ve never known anything to feel as good as this, Aiden.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” he said.

Aiden was fully in control of this experience. He picked up the pace, sensually riding my left cock while his cock rubbed against my right one. The stimulation I was getting was incredible, and the look on his face suggested he was feeling the same.

“Aiden, I love you,” I blurted out, surprising myself.

He stopped moving momentarily, and looked at me quizzically. “What did you say?”

“I love you, Aiden,” I repeated.

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“I think you know why,” I replied.

He lowered his body flat onto mine, my left cock still within him, and he kissed me. I gently caressed his back, running my hand over his toned, muscular body. He was so strong, and I loved his muscles.

“James, I don’t know what to say,”

“You don’t need to say anything,” I replied. He lifted himself up, and started moving on my shaft, this time with much more intensity. I reached down and grasped his cock, stroking it against my right shaft as he rode me.

“It just feels so good James,” he said, “I’ve dreamed of being with you for so long, and now you’re finally here.”

The pleasure building up in my groin was intense, and I could feel my balls start to tighten up. I could feel the pressure building in my enlarged prostate, and it was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

“Aiden, I need to tell you that I make a lot more cum than most boys do. Are you ready for this?”

“I’m ready for anything,” he replied.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto my shaft, feeling it slide hard into his arse. I felt a wave of lusty euphoria wash over me as I felt my cock expand inside him, and watched as my right cock pulsed, oozing more precum.

“James, I’m going to come,” he gasped.

“Shit, yes, Aiden,” I moaned.

His cock exploded, shooting its load all over my stomach. I felt the hot liquid splatter against my skin, and he clenched his arse down onto my left cock. This sent me over the edge, and huge spurts of cum started flooding his arse, while huge thick ropes shot out all over my body from my right cock.

Aiden’s orgasm was intense, but mine continued long after his subsided. Thick ropes continued ejecting for at least another half minute, and cum leaked out of his now flooded arse onto my balls.

“Wow,” was all Aidan could say.

I looked at Aiden. Aiden detected the quizzical look on my face.

“I have never seen so much cum from one person before,” he said. “I couldn’t believe it when you came. I’ve never even heard of anyone making so much cum before.”

I smiled. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,”

We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I lay on my side, feeling his soft cock resting on my leg. Aiden lay on his back, his mouth open. I kissed his forehead, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. I became aware of the pool of cum on the bed.

“Perhaps we should have a shower, and then clean up,” I suggested.

“That sounds good to me,” he said, sitting up.

I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and let the water run. I stepped into the shower, and Aiden followed me in. The shower wasn’t very big, so we huddled together under the spray. I stood under the hot torrent of water, letting it wash away any residue of cum. Aiden stood in front of me, facing away. I studied his firm back, and his gorgeous round arse. I reached out and ran my hands over the smooth skin.

“So, I guess we are a thing now?” I said to Aiden.

“I guess we are,” he replied. “I hope we can always be friends,” he added.

“I’ll always be there for you, Aiden,” I replied. “I will never leave your side, and I will defend you no matter what happens.”

Aiden turned and faced me. I studied him, from his beautiful smiling face, down his taut body to his now soft cock. I pulled him into an embrace. This time, it wasn’t sexual. It was comforting. I held him close. We kissed tenderly, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. We separated and I helped him out of the shower.

I dried him off with a towel, and we headed back to his room. We sat down on his queen-sized bed, still naked.

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” he asked.

I smiled. “Of course,” I replied.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Aiden was asleep, spooning me from behind, his arm around my torso. Aiden was here, he was mine, and he had accepted me.


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