by Lucian Bane
“Locking it.”
“Why?” he wondered, curious.
“Because I’m ready to have an orgasm.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
Ben walked back to the bed and removed his shirt. Then he removed his pants and climbed in bed.
“I don’t know what to do,” Frank said.
“You don’t do anything. I’ll do it.”
“Will it…hurt?”
His heart raced with Frank’s fear and his own arousal. “No. It’s going to feel very good.”
“Good?” he asked, sounding surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Very sure.”
“What kind of good?”
“The kind that you will have a hard time finding words to describe.” Ben slid his legs open and drew up his knees. He closed his eyes and stroked his fingers over his length, allowing the soft touches to remind him of things he didn’t want Frank knowing.
“Is it working Ben?” he whispered.
At hearing he wasn’t seeing or hearing his thoughts, he opened his legs wider and reached between his legs, dancing his fingers over his balls while imagining her tongue on them.
“Oh,” Frank whispered, encountering the shock of pleasure.
Ben gripped the base of his cock with one hand and traced the swollen head, making his fingers like lips passing over the ridge.
“Ben…”
“Feels good?”
His breaths came faster, thicker and Ben used his precum to lick all around the head, bringing fire to their balls and Frank’s shocked gasps.
“It’s hot,” he said, sounding worried.
“It is.” Ben caressed his balls firmer while fisting his cock and thrusting his hips. Ben slowed at feeling his orgasm, wanting it to last.
“What’s wrong?” Frank gasped.
“Nothing’s wrong. You like it?”
“I…it doesn’t hurt.”
“What part do you like? Tell me where you like it the most.”
“I like it there,” he said when Ben caressed his balls. He gripped his cock tight and slowly raised his fist up, feeling Frank push his hips into it. He knew what he was reaching for. The top.
“Oh that, Ben,” he shot out when his finger slid into the hot zone. He swirled his fist over the head, catching the ridge as he did. “Ben,” he gushed, pushing his hips higher off the bed for it. “What…it’s so hot. We need the bathroom.”
“It’s not the bathroom, just let it come.”
“How,” he begged, gasping for air while helping thrust.
“That’s it, push into it. You’re doing good.”
“Something’s coming. I want it. Can you make it hurry?”
“You like it?” Ben wanted him to burn for it. To mark him with it. When he felt the orgasm there, he reached farther between his legs and stroked beneath his balls, half his body off the bed now.
“It’s there!” Ben shot out.
“I’m with you,” Ben shuddered, jerking his fist quickly along his cock. “You’re safe,” he growled.
His first orgasm was so violent, it caused him to thrash all over the bed. It was like fighting to ride a tsunami while at the same time turning up the catastrophe to the highest terrifying degree. And the whole time, Frank cried out for help. Literally. Ben! Ben! Oh God, help!
If it wasn’t so mind blowing good, he would’ve laughed at the comical expression. But there wasn’t anything funny about that orgasm. It was a definite success, but he wouldn’t know for sure till he saw how Cheryl affected him now.
He realized he’d just seduced his other self into wanting to fuck just so he could have his wife. And it had been so good, he couldn’t even feel bad about it.
****
Cheryl had taken the bedroom next to Ben’s and God help her, she could hear him talking to himself! And the heartache that brought her because of what it meant about his mental health! Charlie had told her, but to hear him talking to himself and the sound of two different voices coming from his mouth wasn’t as easy to hear as she imagined it would be.
And she couldn’t find where the hell she put the list of symptoms and sicknesses she was supposed to watch for. That left her running up and down the Google streets to find it and hopefully what she was supposed to do. God, every mumbled sound coming from his room ate away at her hope.
Cheryl froze at hearing a different kind of sound. Instant heat pounded between her legs at hearing those sounds. What was he doing? She got up and pressed her ear to the wall, listening.
“It’s hot,” she heard.
“It is.” That was Ben, she thought.
“What’s wrong?” that different voice gasped.
“Nothing’s wrong. You like it?”
“I…it doesn’t hurt.”
“What part do you like? Tell me where you like it the most.”
“I like it there,” she heard, followed with a lot of panting. “Oh that, Ben!”
She pulled away from the wall, breathless. And aroused out of her mind. And…confused and…maybe a little jealous which was...normal, right?
No, it’s not normal, Cheryl! It’s psychotic to be jealous of a part of your husband’s mental sickness! Get a grip.
She paced in the room, trying not to hear, but the sounds were getting louder. She went back to the wall and listened, her heart slamming her chest. “You like it?” The grunts and lusty ah yeah’s had her clit throbbing.
She stepped back with a gasp when, “Ben! Ben, help me!” burst out with groans and rapid gasps. He was orgasming, she realized, ready to faint with need.
She sat on the bed, shaking with her eyes closed, seeing Ben with his knees open and doing that. God he was so…sexy when he touched himself. She was ready to weep with the ache to touch him. Understand what was happening. Help him. Protect him. Hide him so nobody took him from her.
She decided to wait a bit and go check on him. See what she could find out. Meanwhile, she got back to reading about split personalities and how to deal with them safely.
****
“You okay?” Ben asked, not recalling ever experiencing such an intense orgasm. Was it because he’d felt Frank’s feelings? Had to be.
“I don’t know,” Frank whispered, winded. “Are we… alive?”
Ben gave a chuckle. “Very.”
After a few seconds, he said, “You were right. I can’t find the words for it.”
He grinned, getting up to wash their hands.
“Ewwww…” Frank cried, as though just realizing what was all over them, making Ben laugh.
“You made a mess.”
“You made me!” he cried, hissing when he had to feel it as they washed it off. “It’s slippery!”
“That’s because it’s also a lubrication.”
“What does it lubricate?”
“A woman’s vagina. You stick it in her and move in and out like I did with my fist, only she’s wet, and tight, and hot.”
“It was hot,” he whispered, bringing a throb to their cock. “Did you feel that?” he gasped.
“You did that.”
“How?”
“By thinking about it being hot.”
It jerked again and he sucked in a breath. “I’m doing it.”
“You are, and it feels good.”
“It does,” he whispered. “Very good.” He suddenly looked in the mirror, his brows hopeful. “Can I do it next time?”
“Yes. I would like that.”
“Why? Is it hard to do?”
“No, it’s just fun to let somebody else do it to you. Cheryl is incredibly good at it.”
He froze and lowered his eyes. “I can’t do that, I can’t do touching.”
“Well…you picked me, Frank. And I think you knew I touched her, and I think you knew it was safe.”
He pumped more soap into their hands and rubbed vigorously. “I see things when I touch.”
“What if we don’t touch? We just let her touch? You know…she does this tri
ck with it.”
His gaze shot up to the mirror. “Trick? With what?”
“Our dick.”
“What…kind of trick?” he wondered, heat making them thick.
“She… sucks it into her mouth.”
The hot gasp he gave flooded their cock too.
“And she moves her head up and down, sucking it to the bottom and then she uses her tongue here,” Ben said, flicking his finger over the hot spot.
“Ben,” he shot out, boiling with desire. “I want that. I want to feel it. Do you think you could…get her to do that and just not tell her I’m there?”
“Of course,” he said, ready to run out and find her.
“Now?”
“If you want, yes.”
“Do you think she would?”
“I know she would.”
He eyed him like he didn’t think it could be that easy. “How do you know?”
“Because she loves doing it.”
At seeing the shocking burn in his eyes, Ben had to stifle his chuckle. “And can I…push into it? Like you told me?”
“Push into it?”
He nodded a lot. “You told me to push into it.”
Ben grabbed his dick and Frank lowered his head with a gasp. “Show me.”
Frank thrust his hips with a groan, already aroused beyond words.
“Yes, you can push into her mouth. Until you hit the back of her sexy throat. You want to do that?”
“Now?” he asked, his hot gaze back in the mirror. “I want it now.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll owe you,” he whispered.
“No, you never owe me for that. Because we both want it.”
“I don’t think you want it as much as I do,” he confessed.
Ben let himself laugh at that. “I do think you’re wrong there.”
“Pretty sure I want it…perfectly and absolutely,” he countered, making Ben raise brows at him in the mirror.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I know perfectly and absolutely how you’re feeling.”
He sucked in a slow breath with wide eyes. “Ohhhh, you do! Maybe even more perfectly and absolutely!”
Ben laughed at the pure awe on his face. “Yes,” he nodded, pointing at the mirror. “I absolutely agree with that look.”
Five minutes later, Ben knocked on her door in only his black lounge pants, bracing a hand on the jamb.
How will you ask her? Frank wondered, making their mouth dry.
You’ll see.
“Ben,” she gasped, opening the door, her eyes devouring his chest before locking on his face. “Are you okay?” She glanced in the hall. “You want to come in?” she whispered.
“Yeah, thank you.” He entered and she closed the door, turning to him. By then, Ben and Frank were both breathless with what was coming. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “I was thinking about you.”
The flash of heat in her eyes hit their cock. You saw that? he asked Frank.
No, I felt it!
Because I felt it, Ben realized.
“What…can I do to help you?” she asked, stepping closer.
Ben lowered the front of his pants and showed her his hard cock.
What are you doing!? Frank hissed.
Ben forced his hands behind him when he felt Frank want to hide. “I need your mouth all over my cock,” he whispered.
Oh Ben, that’s…she won’t… Oh shit! he blurted when Cheryl dropped to her knees and took him in a ravenous hunger.
“Ohhhhh,” Frank gushed, watching her moan all over them. “It’s hot!”
“Yes,” Ben seethed. Push into it.
Frank whimpered and pushed himself in and out.
She suddenly shot up to their mouth and kissed before Frank could protest. “Get on the bed,” she ordered, pushing him.
Walking had never been so difficult with Frank fighting to run there.
“Open for me,” she ordered him, breathless and naked when they were in position.
What is she going to do!?
Rock our fucking world, Ben gasped as she forced his legs wider and devoured his cock to the hilt.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Frank cried out when her finger pushed against his ass. “That’s…that’s…”
“Good,” Ben hurried. “So good, don’t stop.” Let her show you.
That’s my butt! “Ohhhhhhhh,” he half yelled, sounding worried as she worked her finger in. “It’s in, it’s inside.” She sucked rapidly over the head of his cock, bringing Frank’s, loud and shocked, “Ohhhhhhhh! That’s so hot, I want it. I want it,” he gushed, pushing faster and harder into it. He gave whimpers when she added little nips along their length, her finger fucking him steady now. She suddenly filled her mouth with his balls, bringing Frank’s whimper-yodeled ahhhhh-ha-haaaaaaaa, help me- help me- help me!”
When she sucked their cock again, Ben grabbed her head and held it. “Do it, fuck it,” he growled. “Fuck that perfect fucking mouth good.”
Breaths shaking, Frank bucked his hips. “OH! OH! OHHHHHHH!” Frank cried out as his orgasm surged. At the last second, Ben moved her off and flipped her under them, hiking her leg up and shoving his cock inside her.
Ben!
Watch me fuck her. Look at her pussy how wet on our cock. Feel that. Hit it. Hit it harder.
I feel it! Frank gasped, slamming their cock into the bottom of her. I need it! It’s coming Ben! Make it come!
Ben kissed her with a harsh groan, lost to the feelings swirling around them. “Fuck!” he gasped, feeling her breasts slick beneath his chest.
“Ben!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Don’t stop!”
“DON’T STOP!” Frank blasted in her face as her body arched hard in orgasm and her head thrashed.
Ben grabbed her shoulders and found his rhythm, pumping faster, harder.
“BEENNNNN!” Frank’s final wail burst forth at the moment of detonation. It came with a flash of light in their mind so powerful you couldn’t help but fear for your soul. Ben felt Frank calling for his protection and wrapped him in himself as tight as he could. I got you, he whispered as they soared through that relentless light. You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with me.
Taste Irish
“Where am I?”
Ben flew off of Cheryl at the sudden voice. “Frank?”
“Ben?” Cheryl clutched a pillow to her chest, panting as he stood, closing his eyes.
“Who is that?” he whispered.
“Who is who?” Cheryl asked.
Frank, where are you?
I’m here, he answered, sounding scared.
Who was that? Ben asked.
I don’t know, Frank whispered. I heard it too.
Ben jerked his head left at feeling a shadow. “The fuck is that?”
“Ben, you’re scaring me,” Cheryl whispered.
“I’m Irish,” the voice said. “Where am I?”
Ben gasped, giving his head several flicks in hopes of shaking the crazy feeling out.
I recognize him, Frank said before sucking in a breath and blurting, “I recognize him! He’s the thing I see when I taste things! I taste things and I always see a shape and he’s the shape I see!”
“Oh God,” Cheryl barely whispered.
He spun to her, trying not to lose his shit. “I’m… hearing voices.”
“Okay…” Like knowing that was the half of the battle she feared the least.
Ben held a hand out to her. “Frank is here. But he’s not bad like we thought. I was wrong. He’s safe. He’s good.”
“Charlie told me,” she nodded. “He…he’s… always with you?”
Shit. Ben scrubbed his face, sitting on the edge of the bed. Telling her the answer to that meant her knowing what they’d just done.
She already knows, Frank said. She knew.
Something negative streaked through Ben and he looked back at her. “You knew. You knew Frank was here.”
She let out a light gasp. “I figured it out,” she nodd
ed. “The way he…called your name? Should I have stopped you?” she wondered, appearing scared and confused. “I…I tried to look up what to do with a-a situation with…somebody having uh. Personality issues and…” She wiped tears. “I didn’t get very far before you came and then…I just…I really needed you and…”
Ben hurried to her and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, shhhhh, I got you. You did perfectly, I’m so sorry. I just love you so much and don’t want to lose you.”
“Never,” she choked against his neck. “You’re stuck with me.”
She’s a nice wife, Frank said, sounding happy about that.
I remember, the new voice said. You’re Ben. I have to hide my head. How is Frank here? Frank shouldn’t be here, Frank can’t be here, it’s not safe.
Ben pushed out of his wife’s embrace, unable to hear these voices and not pace. “I’m sorry, I need to figure out why, or what’s happening to me,” he explained to her.
“Maybe Dr. Wong might know?”
He shook his head and hand at her. “We can’t tell anybody still. If they’re wanting our head, we don’t know who we can trust.”
I get it! Frank jumped inside. Irish is my fracture! I didn’t even know he had a name! he said, smiling. Cool name, Irish. Did you give it to yourself?
I don’t know. I’ve always had it. I don’t remember not having it. I know you too.
We know each other! Frank said, gasping a laugh.
“Frank’s excited,” he explained to Chery’s worried look. “I’m trying, I swear to God, I’m trying not to be crazy,” he said to her. “But Frank needs things, and I… seem… designed to help him. I want to. He needs it and I want to answer it, it’s hard to explain.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
“He’s good,” he added, or reminded, getting more nods of understanding. “And now there’s somebody here named Irish. He just started talking right after…you know.”
Right after what? Irish wondered.
“After we had sex!” Frank blurted as he pranced around, like he was telling his best friend the fun stuff he’d done that day. “It was the most amazing thing in the world! We used our—”
Ben clamped their mouth shut and brought his pacing to a halt. That’s private! Ben scolded, causing Frank to worry.
But it’s Irish, he’s good too, he said. He won’t hurt anybody. Right Irish?
