"Wait." I stopped myself. I'd planned to take us both back to my sleeping quarters, but that would have taken nearly five minutes, it was outside the main compound. Too much time.

"What is it?" My other self asked me.

"This will do fine." I said to myself. "What I want to do for the one hour I have to live."

"What is it?"

"Like you don't really know." I said, advancing on myself. He drew back slightly, but then I was upon him, and my hand landed on his shoulder, my hands feeling the odd tenderness of my feet. I guess we carry more thickening of our used skin than we think we do. "Get down and suck my dick." And I shoved down on him, hard, and he buckled at the knees and landed with a thud.

And my original looked up in astonishment. "You want me to suck you off?"

"Why not?" I said. "I got time to go find someone else, maybe?" I said and reached down. My cock was hard, eight inches of solid steel, and I slapped his face with it. "Now chow down, damn it! You owe this to me!"

"I owe you?"

"You created me." I pointed out. "You failed to make the cells of my body stable. You stuck me with a one-hour life span. Am I supposed to wait forty-five minutes while you call and summon a hooker here to take care of me? You said you'd do anything, so get to sucking it!"

And I slapped his face again, and my original looked up at me, then at my cock, and then he took it in his mouth.

Oh, God, the feeling of that. The same sensitivity of my skin was there, but in this case, it was a case of more was better! I could feel every wrinkle in his lips as they closed upon my shaft, every motion of his mouth as he slid it down was an oval of aliveness upon my skin. His mouth watered upon my glans as he took it deeper, and that warm wetness was like the touch of sheer silk from the thighs of a lover. I groaned and I reached down not to restrain my other self, but to hang on, to hold myself upright, so that I could have more of this, more, please, more!

My original wasn't talented in this (I knew!) but he was trying his best. He knew what to do, not how, but he gave me every iota of his limited skill. His throat took my length down until he was on the point of vomiting from the gag reflex, then he released it, not quickly, but slowly so that I felt the heat of his churning esophagus as I was so slowly exhumed from its depths. The sheer rhapsody of the motions was playing itself upon my man-flute, I was the sounding horn the music flowed out of, and I was sounding it from my very soul.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh!" I moaned in golden, liquid tones of ecstasy. My only real experience with sex was here, was this, was now. I had memories, but those had been implanted in my brain, I had my emotions, but those were also recordings imposed upon me from outside. Everything I was, it was a lie, except for this, for here, for now. This time, from that first sensation of flowing out of rushing water until now, this was the totality of my life.

I wanted it, I wanted all of it. Here, now, all of it, now! My need, my desire, rushed through my virgin-tender body and I found myself, after only a few moments of sex, at the moment when climax would assault me. Not fair, not fair! I couldn't do it, not so soon, not now!

I fought off my passion like the claws of a panther but the beast had its teeth in me and it was mauling my brain though I fought back desperately, it tore out the throat of my intellect and reason and my body's ecstasy exploded like the blood from my jugular into its warm, dark throat.

My original was surprised, perhaps, but he held on gamely. Though my hot jizz burst into him in an amount I felt like a train roaring through my dong, he kept his mouth on, drinking down my load in huge gulps, though some slipped out around his lips just the same, and the huge wads nearly caused me to pass out, there was so much and my body expended such a lot of my very-limited energy to produce it. Or maybe that's just the real orgasm, as opposed to my false memories of it, shaking my untouched body.

Yet though I wondered if I had shorted out my already-too-short lifespan, I found myself returning to consciousness, I had a lot of my weight in my hands upon my original's shoulders and my knees were bent into nearly sitting position, but I was still upright and I staggered back to full height.

My original self let go and wiped his lips, looked up at me. "That didn't take so long, Bill." he said. "You still have more than a half hour left. Anything else?"

"Yeah." I panted. This sensation I'd had, this one, real, raw-pleasure sensation. I wanted it again. I felt drained, far beyond any ability to come again in the time I had left. But I had another hope. "Now you can fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, fuck me, hard, raw, fuck me!" I demanded. "I only got a half hour left, that's enough time for me to come again if you'll fuck me, stimulate my prostate with your cock, work it, maybe I can come one more time before I die!"

"I...I guess I can." my original said hesitantly. "But so quickly, it'll hurt you."

"That doesn't matter." I said sternly. "However much you hurt me, it won't matter for very long, now will it?"

"I guess not."

"So get it out and get it hard." I ordered me.

My original self stood up and fumbled at his pants. He pulled out his cock, which should have looked like a duplicate of mine and did...considering mine was now a limp piece of used spaghetti.

"Can't you get it hard?" I demanded.

"I don't know." my original stuttered. "I mean, this is getting more than a little weird, I mean, you're me."

"I would be you." I pointed out. "If you had only a half hour left to live."

My original swallowed hard. "I understand. Okay, I'll try."

"Do more than that." I ordered. I reached out and caught that flimsy flap of flesh he called his pud. It was like working a chunk of leftover chicken fat in my fingers, too soft and kind of greasy.

I snarled in frustration. This was taking time, and time was my only, and most precious, commodity. I needed my other self hard and hard right now. I knelt down and took that mush into my mouth and started breathing life into it. It felt like the very life was seeping out of me as I worked him, but it inflated, slowly as a balloon until I had it at full pressure. I kept working it, spreading my mouth's moisture lavishly on it. The very fluids of my life, when it was gone, I was gone, but he needed it to make those last minutes worthwhile.

"Now." I said. "You keep Mr. Winky at full attention while I turn around and bend over." I said. "Then you ram him on in. It doesn't matter how much I yell, you just keep on shoving it in, you got me?"

"I got you." my original promised and I turned around.

There was the touch of moisture, his glans, as it sought out my sphincter. My intestines were pure as the driven snow, never had any food ever traveled through its length. And my senses as elsewhere were in full drive.

There was less pain than I had expected when he found my opening and pushed into it. Maybe my drive for sexual pleasure dulled a lot of it, I was ready to sacrifice my body's integrity to gain more of the only true reason for living (at least when you live such a short time), and my asshole dilated to accommodate him, as did my bowels in their turn. Yes, there were places where my skin caught on him, places where it tore rather than give way, but that was minuscule compared to the delight racing through my body as he drove deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, now, fuck me, fuck me hard, hard, damn it!" I growled at my original. "Give me the fucking of a lifetime, give me the fuck that will send me to my grave contented, give it to me, hard, God damn it, damned hard!"

My original began to fuck me, but not hard, and I grunted, enraged, and I began to thrust myself back against him as he moved. "I said harder!" I snarled. "You aren't going to hurt me enough to matter, so start ramming me. Good and hard!"

Maybe it was my urgings and my lustful grinding against him, and maybe some of it was my original's own building pleasures, but he began to hump me harder. Oh, God, it was great, this joining of my body, my returning in this way to my origins, I had come from this body and now I was with it once more. It was something better than sex, like I was joining with my very soul. This brief life was nothing, I was immortal in spirit, I could go and stand at the gates of Heaven which I now felt so very near to me, the songs of angels pounding in my temples in the hosannas of my body's lust, my butt was being pounded and hard, my original had stopped being the least bit gentle, which suited this time, this place, perfectly. Hard, raw raunch was all I needed, all I wanted, all I had time for. Loving caresses are for those who have eternity to spend on it, I needed to get off again, and it was there inside me, swimming slowly toward the crest of my passion's peak.

"Come on, harder, damn it, I need to get off again, come on, get me off, you bastard, you sorry excuse for a scientist, you built me, you satisfy me, God damn it, I need to come again, and you better fucking deliver the fucking!" I grumbled.

His hands caught my hips and now he hunched at me with the rapid intensity of a rabbit atop its mate. As rabbits were short-lived, they knew how to screw! My kinship with my long-eared mammalian cousins rose into my forebrain and took over, I was building immortality the only way anyone truly can, I was expressing my sexuality and spreading my seed, and the fact it was unlikely to fall on anything like fertile grounds (or eggs) didn't matter to my animal brain at all, it was the fact that meant divinity, not the result.

And I climbed to my delight's apex, and I skied down the other side with the groans that were the very basic song of life itself. "Ah-gah, ah-gah-hah-ah-ah-hah-GAHHH!" I moaned.

"Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming! Uh-uh-huh-GUUHH-GUHH-HNNNNNN!" my original crooned, and then I felt the hot splash of his jism pouring into my ravaged bowels.

He had done it, then, I felt an upswell of gratitude for my original self. He had created me, he had hoped I would endure, his failure was no fault, he had tried his best, he had wanted me to succeed. And my ass-muscles milked at him as he finished squirting into me and fell upon me, panting heavily.

"That's good, damn it, real good." I sighed.

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