Baralai's Bastion
This story is erotic gay fiction, and contains adult material meant for mature audiences ONLY. It may contain supernatural themes, sex scenes, mind control, drug use, pornography and other adult themes. If you want to use the story please ask first.
You walk into the room. There is a large bed oddly in the dead center of the room. The bed, being a strong focal point since it is strewn with sheets of every color of the rainbow and has posts that lead up to the ceiling and frame the item. The sheets of a translucent, but opaque material surrounded the, creating a milky silhouette of the cushions inside. There were six draperies, each one a different color of the rainbow, and inside are six sheets, one for each color, twelve pillows, and two for each color. The colors were bright and playful, but mixed with the veil made it almost dream-like.
You look around the rest of the room. To your left you see a dresser and a closet and a large mirror. Behind the bed there is a television facing a couch that echoing the colors of the bed. To your right are a large mirror and a closet and a dresser. You look back to the other side and realize that the room mirrors itself.
While you find this odd your eyes still wander back to the bed. It seems to grab all the attention in the room. The colors make it stand out, and the curtains around the bed are blowing in the wind from the open windows (one for each side of the room) flutter like bright shadows.
You move closer to the bed to get a better look. You pull back the hanging fabric gently and look inside. It�s a huge bed, most likely a king size and the framework is solid wood and looks old, but ornate.
You suddenly feel a little puckish and see some food placed on the table in front of the couch. When you get closer you notice it is more junk food. There are cupcakes, twinkies, and other sweets. They all look a little different, like they were homemade and somewhat larger than usual. You take what looks like a twinkie and bite into it. It tastes different from the normal brand, but its really good. You engulf the rest of the snack and lick your fingers to get what remains. Oddly you full refreshed and full now. You go back to the bed to examine it a little more.
You climb into the bed to get a closer look. You look up and see a mirror on top of the bed. It feels a little weird seeing yourself up upon the ceiling. For some strange reason you can�t help, but get aroused.
You lay back in the bed and relax. You feel so at peace and your senses feel like the almost peak. You squirm between the colorful sheets. They feel almost like silk, but thicker and give off a sense of warmth. You wonder if this really is Peter�s bed, you still haven�t found anything that confirms or deny that. Still you feel so warm and comfortable, you really don�t want to think about it too much.
You relax your muscles into the bed, feeling yourself almost falling deeper into its comfy confines. You feel a deep serenity wash over you. Almost your muscles feel so relaxed, save for one. You notice you feel so horny right now.
You�re also feeling very warm. You try and reach to take off your shirt, but all you can do is sprawl against the sheets. You look up and see yourself. Your face looks flushed and you lay there moving just so slightly.
You keep looking up and start feeling more and more aroused. You try to reach down to relieve yourself. You move your hand just before the pants, but try as you may your hands cannot touch your clothes.
It soon becomes unbearable. You see yourself sweating and your clothes cling tightly against your skin. Your trust your hips up giving off a soft moan of frustration. You try to bring your hands anywhere along your body, but they won�t go near. It feels like some invisible force pulls back your hand away from you.
You want to get off the bed and try to make sense of all this, but you don�t want to leave this gratifying state. You look up again at yourself, and see you in anguish in your pleasurable torture. You keep your eyes on the mirror, when something strange happens. Someone else climbs into the bed.
You didn�t initially see him. You didn�t even hear him enter or walk up to the bed, but there he is. You look over to the door, which is wide open. The guy climbs so he is leaning over you, blocking your view of the mirror. He seems to be fairly well built and has a beautiful toned body. You can see ever curve of his body, especially since he doesn�t seem to be wearing a shirt.
The mysterious guy looks at you with a questioning face. �Why didn�t you take your clothes off?�
�Huh?� is all you can reply. You feel dazed or half-asleep. Your mind feels foggy and clouded.
�Your clothes. You can�t take them off in front of, er under, the mirror. He told you that didn�t he?�
�He? You mean Peter?�
�Oh! Your Peter�s friend. I thought someone else invited you in here to have some fun.�
�Sorry, I didn�t mean to barge into your room,� you say as you continue to sprawl on the bed. �Why is it so hot in here.�
�Here, let me help.� They guy said as he lifts off your shirt and then asks, �So he didn�t invite you in?�
�Huh? No I was looking for Peter�s room.�
�Aww. We�ll have some fun with me anyways.� With that the guy swoops down on your chest and begins to lick. His tongue drives on as if it gleefully pierces rousing locations along your skin. The heat your body is starts to swell as the young man�s own body heat seems to transfer into you. He continues to assault your body, finding any sort of sensual spots he can find.
You can feel your member stiffening even harder and try to release it. Your hand moves just before your pants, but it won�t go any closer. Your muscles refuse to move any closer, but you continue to jerk your hand, failing to get any closer.
�Doesn�t work that way, bro,� say the guy. �Here let me grab that for you.� The guy unbuttons your pants and with one skillful tug, pulls the pants off. He grabs your dick through the fabric of your underwear.
�What are you doing?� you ask, but only half-heartedly.
�You can�t touch yourself while you�re under the mirror. So the only way to release is to help each other out.�
�Release?� you ask, your mind feeling very muddled.
�Just relax and have fun. I�m just going to make you fell good.�
There is no arguing with him on the later note. Every place his hand reaches touches softy and your body become more aroused by every lingering tough. His fingers walk across your stomach as you involuntarily gasp for air. You can feel his other hand sneaking into your shorts as he puts his hands around your throbbing member. He moves the precum across your shaft.
While he is doing this you feel his length bulged against his jeans press against your bare leg. You vaguely realize that if you cannot touch yourself, he most likely cannot either. You have a sudden desire to help him out. After all it�s only fair.
Your hand reaches into the seams of his pants. Weird thoughts start to enter you as you push your hands against the guy�s ass, pushing his jeans off the round mass. The guys doesn�t seem to be wearing anything underneath. You run your hands down his legs and up to his crotch. You really want to stroke his meat, like he is your. But the thoughts seem of weird, so foreign.
He lies on top of you, and your skin touching his seems to excite you. You look up at the mirror. You see the guy, now fully nude, working up your chest. You watch your hands dance along his back in the reflection. You see your face showing off as blissful contempt of pleasure.
Not taking your eyes off the mirror, you see the guy move further up and start nibbling at your neck. You raise your head to give him better excess, but don�t move your eyes. You almost feel like you are on the outside looking in. If not for the pleasure you are feeling you would probably even believe that. Part of you doesn�t want to understand why this is happening. Why are you doing this with a guy?
Questions soon leave after the guy grabs your hand around his member and places it so the two of you are holding hand with two cocks in between them. The two of you stroke in unison as the heat in your body starts to rise. Your reflections starts to jerk more. Your view of the mirror is slightly blocked for a second when the guy hangs over you with a devilish grin before he goes back down and starts at your neck again.
You can feel the warmth growing and growing. You feel the guy�s body tense on top of you. Your body follows suit as you feel yourself explode. You can feel the jets of cum land on your stomach and chest. Both of your juices mix together on your body. After the two of you have stroked every last burst out of both cocks the guy leaps off of your neck and onto your chest to lick every drop of musky fluid off of you.
When he is done he lifts himself over you looking at you with his grin. �That was a little quick, but still fun.� He looks over at the couch in the back of the room. �Did you eat anything from in here?�
�Um, yeah, sorry.� Your mind is still trying to understand what happened, but it can�t seem to grasp it.
He hops off the bed, still in the nude, and runs out the door. You start to put back on your pants, when you hear a loud �YOU WHAT!� from the hallway.
The guy returns into the room and looks at you. �So you�re Peter�s friend?�
�Um, yeah?�
�Did you eat anything in this room?�
�Yeah, sorry I didn�t mean to��
�What did you eat?�
�It looked like a Twinki.�
He runs over to the couch area and quickly runs back. He is holding the same type of dessert you tried before. �Here try another.�
You can�t help but look confused, but you take him up on his offer. You eat the dessert and lick the excess cream off your fingers. You can taste some of the juices from you earlier endeavor lingering there.
The next thing you know you are in a very familiar position. He�s on top of you his hands down your pants and your�s down his. A large part of you can�t believe that you are doing this again. But you don�t seem to stop.
You look back up at the mirror at the familiar reflection. The only thing different is that you have a decent sized hickey on the right side of your neck. You dick is hard all over again and the familiar warmth is flowing through your body. This time you seem have gotten him out of his pants before he gets a chance. You throw it on top of�his other pair? Wait where did the new set of pants�
You see your pants drop next to the other two pairs of identical jeans. You suddenly remember that the room is evenly split in half, so this could be a twin. But why do they only have one bed?
Questions fade as the new guy nibbles at the other side of your neck. You see yourself in the mirror and feel somewhat lost again. Your hand reaches for his filled hand and once again your cocks are enclosed between�okay maybe not once again. Your reflection is doing a familiar jerking movement and you know what comes soon. The two of you begin to pump faster until you and him release again. Surprisingly mounds and mounds of cum shoots out of you�again.
The guy�s eyes stare over at the mixture of cum on your chest and predictably starts to lap it up. When he is finished he looks up at you with a goofy grin. �Thanks. I needed that. I�m going to find my brother now. But if you want to play later, just let us know.�
�So you guys are twins.�
�Oh yeah! I�m Guy and my brother is Beau. We�re exactly the same in every way!� He says with a sort of pride. �We make sure of that!�
Before you can ask what he means. He jumps off of the bed and runs out the door. Of course he is still in the nude as well now. You pick up your clothes, again, and put them back on again. You head out the door to go find Peter�s room.
Choose Your Own Suduction
Deja Vu
by Baralai