Selfcest: Jensen x Jensen

Jensen had just taken a shower and was getting out of the bathroom, entering him room fully naked, he was greeted with someone also naked in his room, “Great, a groupie.” He thought with himself... paying attention to the figure in his room, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was going crazy, it was like staring into the mirror, except he wasn’t in front of a mirror, and the image in front of him didn’t mimic him. “What in the fuck?” Jensen was still in disbelief, how come someone who looked like him, no, it was an exact copy of him, was in the middle of his room, smirking at him.

“C’mon, you know what to do.” His copy said, running his hands over his torso, down his abs, giving his dick a small jerk.
The air in the room instantly turned electric, thick with sexual tension. There was no hesitation, there was only the primal urge to conquer a version of himself that was just as hungry, and just as well-endowed…
They collided in the center of the room, their mouths crashing together in a desperate kiss. It was a mind-blowing sensation, Jensen felt the exact pressure he usually applied, the same roughness of the tongue, and the same scent of musk and sweat. It was like kissing a mirror that breathed and moaned. He gripped the back of his doppelganger’s neck, pulling him closer, their chests slapping together. “You have no fucking idea how much I've wanted to do this," Jensen growled against the other man's lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
“Then stop talking and fucking do it,” the doppelganger spat back, as he was shoved back toward the large brown sofa in Jensen’s room.

Jensen didn't need to be told twice. He shoved the copy down, the doppelganger landing hard on the cushions. His dick was thick, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. He looked down and saw the exact same sight, a massive, throbbing cock mirroring his own, twitching with need.
Jensen flipped the copy over, forcing him onto his hands and knees. The sight of his own muscular ass arched and waiting for him was an aphrodisiac like nothing he'd ever experienced. He spat a thick glob of saliva onto the doppelganger's tight hole, rubbing it in with a rough thumb before positioning his head at the entrance.
With one powerful thrust, Jensen buried his entire length inside his copy.
“FUCK!” they both screamed in unison, the sound echoing through the room.
The sensation was transcendental. Jensen felt the tight, scorching grip, it was better than any pussy ever felt, and knowing it was his body receiving the blow was what made it nasty. He felt every ridge of his cock sliding against the internal walls of his own double.
“You feel so fucking tight,” Jensen hissed, grabbing the doppelganger's hips and slamming into him. “I can feel your walls shaking around my cock. You love being fucked by me, don't you?”
The doppelganger let out a guttural moan, his face pressed into the fabric of the sofa. “Yes... fuck me... fuck your own fucking hole... fill me up!”

The sex became a blur of sweat and friction. Jensen flipped the doppelganger over, and started to hammer into him. Every thrust felt like he was fucking himself in the most literal, erotic sense. He could feel the doppelganger's prostate being hammered, and because they were identical, Jensen felt a sympathetic surge of pleasure in his own nerves. It was a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated lust.
The doppelganger reached, grabbing Jensen’s ass to pull him deeper, demanding more. “Harder! Fuck me harder, dick so good!”
Jensen leaned down, and crashed his mouth down on the doppelganger’s, their identical lips meeting in a wet, hungry collision. The sensation hit him like a jolt, kissing his own mouth, feeling the same full lower lip yield under pressure, the same scrape of beard, the same heat and taste of his own tongue sliding against his. It was like making out with a mirror that kissed back, every movement perfectly mirrored yet somehow new because it came from another body.

He kept thrusting the whole time, his dick driving deep into that familiar, gripping heat while their tongues tangled. The doppelganger moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen answered with a low growl, sucking on the identical tongue like he could pull the pleasure out of it. Their beards rasped together, spit slicking their chins, the kiss turning messy and desperate as Jensen fucked harder, hips snapping forward with every slide of tongue. He could taste the doppelganger’s breath, his own breath, hot and ragged, and it only made him grind deeper, claiming that mouth and that ass at the same time. The kiss never broke, just got filthier, wetter, more possessive, two identical faces locked together while Jensen’s cock kept pounding in and out of his own perfect double.

The doppelganger was reaching his limit. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, and his back arched violently as Jensen hit his prostate with every brutal thrust. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his own massive, throbbing dick, pumping it in a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pace of the fucking. “Fuck, this is hot.” The doppelganger let out a choked scream, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a final, violent shudder, he erupted. Thick, white ropes of cum shot upward, splashing across his own abs and chest, coating his skin in hot, sticky seed. He groaned, his body twitching around Jensen's cock, the internal muscles squeezing the intruder in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly pushed Jensen over the edge.

The sight of his own body covered in cum was the final trigger. Jensen let out a roar, his thrusts becoming short and violent, burying himself as deep as possible. He felt his cock swell to its absolute limit before he exploded, pumping load after load of hot, thick cum deep into the doppelganger's bowels, filling him to the brim.
As the intensity of the orgasm began to fade, Jensen didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside, breathing heavily, the scent of sex and musk overwhelming. He shifted his weight, leaning over the doppelganger's trembling body. He looked down at the glistening white pools of cum smeared across those abs.

Without a word, Jensen lowered his head. He began to lick the cum off the doppelganger's skin, his tongue swirling through the salty, creamy fluid. He tasted himself, the raw, primal flavor of his own seed and it was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. He licked every drop, cleaning the doppelganger's stomach with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of their shared climax. Once he had cleaned the skin, Jensen gripped the doppelganger's chin and forced him to look up. Their green eyes met, identical sparks of hunger and satisfaction. Jensen leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a filthy, desperate kiss.
As they tongued each other, Jensen spat a bit of the cum he had just licked into the doppelganger's mouth, and the copy did the same, swapping the taste of their seed back and forth. It was a dirty, wet exchange, their saliva mixing with the remnants of their orgasms. They sucked on each other's tongues, sharing the essence of their pleasure in a final, mind-blowing act of narcissism, two identical gods bound together by sweat, seed, and an insatiable need for one another.

Jensen Ackles: "Massive dick unleashed, ready to play"

Jensen leaned back against a black wall, his gaze heavy and predatory as he looked at you kneeling between his legs. Jensen didn't say a word at first, simply letting the silence stretch until you were vibrating with anticipation.
“You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?” Jensen’s voice was a low, gravelly drawl, dripping with cockiness. He reached down, his fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. “Look at me. I want to see how desperate you are.”
You whimpered, eyes wide and pleading. Jensen smirked, his expression arrogant and knowing. He slowly reached for the button of his trousers, popping it open with a deliberate click.
“Mouth open.” Jensen commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.


You obeyed instantly, sliding further forward on the floor, jaw dropping open as Jensen freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, a massive vein pulsing along the length of the shaft. It was imposing and you stared at it in awe.
“Don't just stare at it, take it,” Jensen groaned, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to guide you.
As you slid your lips over the broad head of Jensen's dick, Jensen let out a sharp exhale, his hips giving a small thrust. “Yeah, just like that. Suck it deep. I want to feel your throat tighten around me.”
Jensen’s dirty talk became a constant stream, fueling the fire. “You love being my little toy, don't you? You love knowing that I own every inch of you. Wrap those lips tight and show me how much you want to please me.”
Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take as much of the thick shaft as possible. Jensen watched you with a look of pure satisfaction, his hand tightening in your hair, controlling the pace, forcing you to bob up and down with precision.
“Good boy,” Jensen whispered, removing the dick from my mouth. “Now, crawl around to the back. I want to see that ass shaking while you beg for it.”

You scrambled to obey, turning around and arching your back, presenting your ass. Jensen’s cock was glistening with pre-cum, and soon he stepped behind you. He gripped your hips, taking a closer look at your asshole, removing a plug that was there. Jensen growled, shoving three of his thick fingers inside of you, chuckling when he heard you moan. “You're so fucking open for me,” His fingers were gone, making you feel empty, but the sensation only lasted a few seconds, because soon he was positioning the head of his dick against the tight entrance. “I'm going to stretch you out until you can't think of anything but my cock filling you up.”
With one thrust, Jensen slammed home, burying his entire length inside you in one go. You let out a choked scream, body jolting from the sudden fullness.

“Take it all,” Jensen began at a rhythmic pace. He hammered into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me while I fuck you into the floor!”
“You! I belong to you, Jensen!” you sobbed, voice broken and desperate.
“That's right,” Jensen groaned, his pace accelerating, his breath coming in heavy rasps. “You're my fucking hole. Now hold still and take every inch of this.”
Jensen drove himself deeper and deeper, his movements primal, until you felt the build-up reach a breaking point. With a final roar, he slammed himself home one last time and erupted, filling you with thick, hot loads of cum that pulsed deep inside you.
Jensen stayed there for a moment, panting, his chest heaving against your back. He slowly pulled out, leaving you slumped and shaking on the floor, leaking his seed.
Jensen looked down at you, a smug smile on his face. “Clean me up,” he ordered, his spent dick in front of you, and who were you to deny this man anything…

Jensen Ackles: "Hard and ready, come take a seat."

Jensen sat back in that grey wooden chair, looking exactly like the cocky bastard I knew he was. He didn't say a word at first, just spread his legs wide, letting his massive dick spring free. I stared at it, my throat going dry. It was monstrous, thick, veiny, and pulsing with a heavy weight that seemed impossible for one man to carry. The head was a deep, swollen purple, leaking a bead of pre-cum.
“What are you waiting for?” Jensen smirked, his voice a low, commanding rasp. “Get over here and take it. Now.”
My legs felt like jelly as I crawled toward him. Up close, the size of his dick was even more intimidating. It looked like a piece of polished mahogany, thick as my wrist. I trembled, my own cock leaking through my underwear just from the sight of him.
“I... I don't know if I can,” I whispered, looking up at him, he had already opened me up, but his dick really was something else…

Jensen let out a sly smile, reaching out to grab my hand, guiding me to his lap, making me straddle him. As I slowly lowered myself, the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I gasped, my muscles instinctively clenching. He was too big. The moment I started to sink, I felt my skin stretching to the absolute limit.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Jensen groaned, his hands gripping my waist. I pushed harder, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt the thick shaft sliding inside me, forcing my walls apart. Every millimeter was a struggle, I could feel the ridges of his veins scraping against my internal walls, filling me so completely that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I stopped halfway, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body shaking from the sheer intensity of the stretch.
"It's... it's too big," I sobbed, but the pain was quickly being overtaken by an overwhelming sense of fullness. I felt occupied, dominated, completely claimed by him.
With a desperate moan, I shoved myself down. I felt a sudden, sharp pressure as the head of his cock slammed deep into my gut, hitting my prostate with a force that made my vision blur. I collapsed against his chest, my insides screaming from the expansion. I was completely impaled. The sensation of being totally filled, sent a shockwave of pleasure through my entire nervous system.
I didn't even touch myself. The sheer friction of his massive dick filling me, combined with the intensity of the stretch, was too much. My toes curled, my back arched, and I suddenly erupted, my cum spraying across Jensen's stomach in thick, white ropes. I screamed into his shoulder, my body racking with an orgasm triggered purely by the size of him inside me.

Jensen didn't let me move. He started to thrust upward, his hips snapping with violent power. He was hammering into me, his thick shaft sliding in and out of my drenched hole with a wet, slapping sound. “I didn’t even have to touch you”. The fact I had come so fast seemed to have turned Jensen on even more, because he accelerated his thrusts, they started to become shorter and more frantic. I could feel his cock swelling even further inside me, the pressure becoming unbearable. With one final, guttural roar, Jensen slammed himself deep into my core and locked his arms around me. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum exploding deep inside my bowels, filling me to the brim. He pumped load after load into me, the heat of his seed flooding my internals, leaving me shaking and completely spent, pinned beneath his dominant weight.