" Who are you? What are you, you aren't me," Michael thought at thevision in his mind. "I am your future potential...what you could becomeif you le... yourself. You know how people always say 'you have so muchpotential' well I am the essence, the embodiment of that potential. Allyou have to do is come to me and I will help you through this pain, andhelp you to find me within yourself."Somehow without any internal decision or thought, Michael found himselfdrifting towards the other self. He turned me to doggy and started to lick my asshole.It was an awesome feeling. He sticks his tongue deep inside my ass. I was enjoying the moment without realizing what was going to happen next. He put some lube in his dick and gently rubbed my asshole. Suddenly he pushed his cut dick head inside my asshole.It was terrible pain. I jumped out and ran away, but he pushed me to the floor and shoved back his dick in. I cannot take it and scream like hell. The younger brother brought a dirty boxer. "Can't you hurry this up?" Sure he said and with that I felt him begin to unzip the back of my pants. "What are you doing" I asked him. He told me he knew a way to manually stimulate the prostate with one finger and he guaranteed it would be the best thing I ever felt. With that he stuck his finger clean in my asshole and began rubbing this area in there that felt beyond amazing. I began to tense up, I could feel my arms stiffening and flailing as if there was no control. I remember letting out. I walked around downtown. Sunday was incredibly boring and seemed to last forever. I went back to the hotel room and jacked off. I played video games on my phone for three hours.In the middle of one game the phone buzzed. It took me a minute to remember what it was, then I saw it was Melissa. I fumbled to answer quickly."I am so glad you called. It is so boring here, hotels should come up with activities for weekend guests just to keep the suicide rate in the hotel down," I joked.She didn't.