The Replica

Mike couldn't focus on his damn visual guideline his boss asked for days ago. But don't get him wrong, Mike loved his job, but sometimes it can take a long time to think of a creative enough idea for a new brand. Mike is a graphic designer at an advertising agency, and most of his work is remote, so he was starting to feel claustrophobic in his own room.

Mike looked up to the ceiling and let out a loud groan. He decided to give himself a break and order some food. It was almost 9PM after all and he hadn't had anything to eat. He walked out of his room and turned to Dylan´s, his roommate, to ask if he wanted something to eat while he was at it.

"Dylan?" Mike asked as he knocked on the door. No answer. Maybe he had his headphones on, as usual. He knocked again just in case, but still, no answer.

Mike slowly opened the door, when he saw Dylan lying in his bed, nude, covered in sweat, and with some weird thing covering his entire cock.

"Oh shit! I´m sorry!" Mike said in fear as he locked eyes with his shirtless roommate, instantly covering his eyes with his hands.

"Woah, what the fuck Mike!?" Dylan said as he covered himself with his bed sheets. "Why didn´t you fucking knock?"

"I did! If you weren't with those fucking headphones all the time, maybe you would´ve heard."

"Oh, so it´s my fault now?"

"No, I- that´s not what I meant. Sorry." Mike said as he slowly uncovered his eyes. "I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. I´m gonna doordash some food."

"Oh, that does sound pretty good actually." Dylan said pushing his sweaty hair back. "But I um... I don't have any money."

"Don´t worry, it´s on me. It´s the least I can do after.... this." Mike said, laughing.

"Haha, okay, thanks, man. I appreciate that. But get the fuck out now, please."

"Right, sorry." Mike said as he closed the door behind me.

Mike went back to his room and placed an order. Dylan didn't really tell him what he wanted, but Mike knew him pretty well. They both went to the same college, but didn't actually meet until their last year. Even though he was studying Graphic Design and Dylan Business, they met through the swimming team. They both got into the team on their last year and became really close. Then when they graduated, they decided to move in together to a small apartment in the city, splitting rent and saving some money.

During college, Mike developed a small crush on Dylan. He tried to brush it off, knowing he was straight and nothing could ever happen between them. He tried to convince himself that he was just his best friend. But when they moved in together, Mike couldn't deny it anymore. Obviously, he started seeing him almost every day. They would hang out, play videogames, you know, the usual stuff. But it made him realize this wasn't just a small crush. Mike was in love with him.

The worst part is that Dylan is fucking hot. He´s 5´9, tan skin and wavy brown hair. He works out a lot too, and he´s ripped. He always walks around the house shirtless, which is a blessing to Mike´s eyes, and cock, which doesn't stop getting hard as soon as he lays eyes on him. Mike has always wondered what Dylan's dick looks like. He´s probably big, and Mike kind of got confirmation today when he went into his room, although he had that weird thing around it.

Mike wasn't bad looking myself. He had some girls trying to hook up with him during college, but he always came up with some excuse. Mike was about 5´8, white with brown curly hair. Even though he didnt work out as much now, he still had his swim physique from college he tries to maintain.

So, there was Mike in his room, daydreaming about his hot roommate. He was starting to get hard remembering what Dylan looked like just now. All sweaty, abs, chest, arms all glistening. His cock started to harden underneath his pants, as he slowly started to rub it. When he finally decided to unbutton his pants, he heard the doorbell. With a sigh, Mike immediately opened his eyes and went to the door. The food was here.

"Foods here!" Mike yelled as he knocked on Dylan's door, trying to prevent another incident, as much as he wanted it to happen again.

"Coming!" Dylan yelled from his room loud enough for Mike to listen to him. Luckily, he was done with whatever he was doing, even though it left him all sweaty. He tried to dry himself up with some paper towels. He threw on a tank top as quickly as he could and went to the living room. After all he was starving.

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"So... about earlier..." Dylan said as he ate a french fry. Mike could tell he was still kind of sweaty, as he smelled his scent from where he was. His cock jumped a bit.

"Oh, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to..." I replied.

"Nah, it´s fine. I just wanted to explain. I don´t want you to think I´m some kind of weirdo."

"Well, too late for that." Mike said, teasing him.

"Fuck you!" Dylan said, laughing. "No but seriously. I was just... making a dildo."

"A dildo?"

"Fuck it sounds even weirder now.

It´s not for me. It´s for Grace."

Oh yeah, Dylan was dating this girl Grace he met a few months ago. It´s not that Mike was jealous, but he thought she was a bitch.

Dylan continued, "You know she´s going on this trip with her friends." Mike nodded. "Well she asked if I could make a dildo the exact shape of my cock."

"You can do that?" Mike genuinely asked.

"Yeah, dude. It´s like a mold you put around your shaft and it solidifies."

"Sounds pretty cool." And hot.

"What nobody tell you is how fucking hard that shit is. That´s why I was shirtless and all sweaty. I struggled so much. I fucked it up so I had to do another one."

"What so you have two now?" I asked.

"Yeah but I threw the messed up away.

"Anyway," Dylan said as he took a last bite out of his burger. "I gotta go to Gracie's to give her my dick haha. I´ll see you later.

"Oh, and thanks again for the food, Mike. You know I´ve been struggling a bit with money, so I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, no problem, dude. I get it, don't worry."

"You´re the best. I´ll see you later." Dylan said as he left the apartment.

Mike was left alone in their apartment, thinking about what Dylan just told him. Mike did the dishes, took out the trash, and went back to his room. He opened his laptop and got back to working.

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30 minutes had past and Mike hadn't been able to make any progress on his work. He kept thinking about Dylan, especially... his cock, and how he made a fucking dildo out of it. Stupid Grace, she was lucky.

He kept picturing Dylan in his bed again. That weird thing around his cock must´ve been the mold he talked about. Mike wondered if that one was the first or the second one he did.

"Wait." Mike said to himself. "He did two, right?"

No, he said he threw the other one away.

Mike had just taken out the trash, though, He didn't see anything. Maybe Dylan threw it in his trash, the one in his room. No, he couldn't just go inside his room rummaging around his trash like a fucking rat.

Right?

Mike looked down at my pants, he could feel his cock throbbing and starting to poke his pants.

"Fuck it." Mike said under his breath as he stood up and went over to Dylan's room. He opened the door and he felt Dylan's scent fill his nostrils. Mike took it all in as he stepped over loose socks and underwear. Finally, he got to his bed, where he saw a trash bin besides Dylan's night stand. It was mostly filled with toilet paper and some water bottles. He was about to give up, when he saw a purple glow underneath everything. Mike poked his hand inside the bin and grabbed it.

"Oh, my fucking god..." Mike gasped as he saw what he was holding in his hands.

Mike didn't know how this was the one Dylan "messed up" because it looked... perfect. It was around 8 inches, long and thick. A thick vein grew its way around the shaft to the top, where he could kind of trace what seemed like foreskin, the head slightly poking from the top. It was amazing the amount of detail the dildo had. Mike kept looking at it, almost drooling, starting to imagine all the fun things he could do with it.

His daydreaming came to a stop when he heard keys from the outside. Dylan had already returned. Mike quickly refilled the trash bin as it was before, and took the dildo with him. He rushed out of Dylan's room and quickly went into his. He hid the dildo below his bed and laid casually on his bed.

"I´m back!" Dylan said as he put his keys down.

"Hey! How did it go? Did she... like it?"

"She loved it, dude! She said she´ll send me some videos later."

"Nice."

"Yeah, anyway, I´m beat, I´m gonna head to bed. And you should too. You look like shit." Dylan said, laughing.

"Ha ha very funny. I still have to finish some work stuff so I won´t be sleeping yet."

Ok ok, don't overdo it, though. Goodnight, man."

"Night."

Dylan left Mike´s room, closing his door behind him. Mike wasted no time and reached under his bed to get the dildo. His dick was already throbbing, and Mike knew what it wanted. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, along with his underwear that had already a precum stain on it. Mike cupped his bubble butt with both of his hands and let out a soft moan. He started to tease his tight hole with two fingers, giving it light taps that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel his hole start to throb while he slowly stroke his hard cock. Mike reached out into one of the drawers and grabbed some lube, buttering his hole and the dildo in it. Mike placed the tip of it pointing at his gaping hole, and started to push Dylan´s cock inside him.

"Fuckkk" Mike moaned covering his mouth.

He kept pushing slowly deeper and deeper, Dylan´s girth opening his tight hole and his length, making Mike cry into my pillow. After a while, he got Dylan's 8 inches inside of him, hitting a spot deep inside him that made him gasp. Dylan´s dildo was hitting his prostate so fucking good Mike could barely keep quiet. He kept fucking himself harder and faster. The more he pushed it inside of him, the more he could feel every little detail of Dylan's cock. His veins, his shaft, everything about it was so fucking hot.

"F-fuck... I wish..." Mike cried to himself as he kept fucking himself, making his bed moist with all the lube dripping down his hole. "I wish... this was Dylan´s real cock..."

All of a sudden, Mike felt the dildo getting warm inside him, like really warm. Actually, it was hot. He tried to ignore it because it still felt amazing, but it got to a point it was genuinely burning him inside, so he took it out and dropped in on his bed immediately. Mike got closer to it and squinted his eyes, as he saw the purple dildo turning into a light tan color, almost as... Dylan´s. Mike looked eyes wide open as the dildo started to weirdly look more like a real-life dick. Eventually, from its bottom to the tip, the dildo turned into a tan shade, with a matching foreskin and a pink tip.

"What the fuck?" Mike said as he slowly picked up the dildo from his bed. The moment his fingers touched it he felt electricity through his fingers, as this felt like real foreskin. Mike placed the dildo standing on his desk to inspection it. With his phone's flashlight, Mike started to look at it up closely. He was somehow aroused but also creeped out about it. He could see it´s veins popping even more, the texture felt genuine, the tip had small cracks, as if it was dry, and... fuck it even had the musk of it.

This was a real fucking cock. But how? Mike was about to grab my laptop when all of a sudden, he saw the foreskin slowly starting to retract from the head. He watched in awe as the foreskin retracted all the way, revealing the it´s thick head. Just like it retracted, the foreskin immediately started to cover the head again, just like a... stroke.

And then came another, and another, and another, each one harder than the last one. This cock was jerking itself off, and just when Mike was about to freak out, he heard it.

"Mhm fuck..." Dylan mumbled from his room, as he stroked his own cock. Apparently, Grace left Dylan with blue balls right when he gave him his dildo, so he was so fucking horny he couldn't help but jerk off right when he was alone in his room.

Mike looked back again to the dildo sitting on his desk. The movements, they were coordinated with Dylan´s moans he could hear thanks to their thin walls. And that´s when it hit him.

Mike´s wish. This wasn't just a dildo anymore. This was an actual replica of his roommates' cock, mimicking its actual movements. His head started reeling with ideas as his cock got even harder, poking his belly button. Without wasting a second, Mike grabbed Dylan´s cock at the bottom with one hand, and with the other, started jerking it at the same pace as he was. He could feel his cock stiffen and twitch as he closed his fist around Dylan´s shaft, pumping his 8 inches.

"What the f-fuuu" Dylan moaned as Mike started jerking his cock in the other room along with his own hands. Of course, Dylan didn´t know what the fuck was going on, but the feeling of two hands stroking his thick cock made the pleasure even better for him. Mike kept stroking Dylan's cock, almost hypnotized by it, and the grunts of his roommate in the other room. Mike loved the feeling of his roommate´s cock on his hands. It just felt right, and he could tell he was enjoying it. All of a sudden Mike gasped as he saw a drop of precum starting to ooze from Dylan's tip. This created a snowball effect, making Dylan go even faster and harder, both of them stroking the shaft, more precum oozing from the tip, it got to Mike´s desk, and in Dylan's case, to it´s pubes.

Mike started salivating as soon as he saw the amount of precum Dylan's cock produced while just stroking it. His mind started racing, as he started imagining what his cock tasted like. Surely it would be as if he was sucking on the real thing, given the look of it, and the moans he could hear from Dylan.

In the other room, Dylan kept stroking his cock. He was hard as a rock, and for some reason, his hand felt better than ever. All of a sudden, he let out a loud moan, as he looked down as his cock, which started to fill with intense pleasure from the tip all the way down its shaft.

"Holy shit, holy s-shit..." Dylan moaned as he slowly started to let go off his cock. He took a glance at it, as he breathe heavily, his abs contracting. He watched in awe as his cock was moving on its own, creating intense pleasure. Should he be panicking? Maybe. But the feeling was so strong he couldn't help but to watch as his cock was masturbated by an invisible force. But this wasn't just masturbation. No, he´d been given plenty of hand jobs before, and this felt nothing like that. This was... a mouth. And a fucking good one.

And indeed, Dylan was right. It was a mouth. His roommate´s mouth. Mike couldn't hold his thirst any longer, as he decided to plunge his mouth onto Dylan´s cock. He started teasing the tip, licking off all of that yummy precum his roommate couldn't stop dripping. Fuck it tasted delicious. Mike started working his tongue up the shaft, kissing and licking as he slowly stroked the bottom of it. He then focused on the head, swirling his frenulum with his tongue.

"Fuckkk" Mike heard Dylan moan from his room, as he plunged his mouth all the way down his roommates' cock. His 8 inches tasted and felt amazing in Mikes mouth, and in no time, he was bobbing up and down on it. Hearing Dylan moan made Mike even hornier, as he began stroking his already hard cock with his right hand. Mike couldn't get enough, as he started letting Dylan's cock fuck his throat, his sloppy dick filling all of his mouth. He could even feel his precum drip down his throat, making him gasp in pleasure. It wasn't long until Dylan's balls started to tighten, his breathing getting harder. He was close, and Mike was aware as he felt his roommates cock twitch and stiffen in his mouth. Mike immediately removed his mouth from the cock, as he didn't want Dylan to cum just yet.

"Fuck!" Dylan groaned in frustration as his pleasure subsided.

Mike stopped for a few seconds for his roommates' cock to cool down. His mind kept running with ideas of what he could try next. He knew Dylan was enjoying the feeling as much as he was, which made him even harder.

"I wanna show him a real-time. Something he's probably never felt before." Mike said to himself as he lowered his sight to his cock, which he was slowly stroking.

"That´s it." Mike said smiling at Dylan's cock.

He laid on his bed, spreading his legs, making his hard cock look up to the ceiling. He then grabbed Dylan's cock from his nightstand and placed it right beside his cock, making their frenulums touch. He then poured some lube onto his cock, and Dylan's, making their cocks wet.

"Ah, shit..." Dylan gasped as he felt something cold touching the head of his dick. At this point, Dylan had stood up from his bed and walked to his mirror to examine his dick. Although the pleasure he felt was amazing, he was somewhat concerned of what the fuck just happened. He looked at himself in front of his mirror and, well, he was a mess. He was really sweaty all over again, making his pecs and torso glisten. With his fingers, he trailed down his happy trail all the way to his bush, and grabbing the base of his cock. He took a closer look to see if anything looked weird, but nothing did. In fact, he was still rock hard, and deep inside him, wanted to feel what just happened again.

As if his wish became true, Dylan's cock started to move again, creating a similar feeling of pleasure.

"Oh f-fuck it´s happening again..." Dylan groaned as he looked down at his shaft. All of a sudden, the pleasure started to feel like something he´d never felt before. It was... fuck he couldn't describe it, but he just felt something rubbing against his cock that drove him crazy. The pleasure was too much, he had to lay in bed again, as he threw his head back and started pinching his nipples.

In the other room, Mike was also having the time of his life, moans of pleasure escaping from his mouth started to fill his room, as he began rubbing and frotting his and Dylan's cock together, creating intense pleasure for both of them. The feeling was fucking amazing. Mike´s cock felt too good, rubbing it with Dylan's. His hand kept wrapping both of their shafts, syncing their pleasure. Mike loved being in control of his roommates' cock. With their cocks combined he could barely close his hand. Their girths combined wrapping Mike´s hand felt fucking hot, as he kept rubbing their cocks together.

On the other room, Dylan kept moaning and grabbing onto his bed sheets as his cock kept being pumped. He lifts up his head as he saw precum oozing like a faucet from his tip. With his middle finger he scooped some of his precum and started using it to play with his nipples even more, sending shivers down his spine. Dylan kept moaning louder by the minute. He knew that his roommate most likely could hear him, but he didn't care. He was too horny to contain his moans. All of a sudden, Dylan heard his phone ring. Who the fuck is calling him at 12 in the morning?

He looked to the side and saw it was Mike.

Why was his roommate calling him at this time? Fuck, was he too loud? Poor Mike could probably hear everything and can't sleep. Dylan thought about it for a second and he answered the call.

"H- hey, Mike. What´s up?" Dylan said trying to hold his moans in.

"You enjoying yourself over there, Dylan?" Mike said as he panted.

"W-what do you mean?" Dylan replied.

"You know... this." Mike said as he started massaging really fast Dylan's cock head, causing him to let out a moan during their call.

"Uhh f-fuck. S-sorry, dude I just... I was just jerking off and... got to into it. I´ll be quieter now I promise." Dylan said as he saw his cock twitch in anticipation.