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snatched it out of the air. Edge came and stood next to him
and removed his boots.
"Ah, you finally made my credits back, eh?"
"Of course, I told you I'd win eventually. Easy game." Edge
peeled off his short socks, quickly balled them up and stuffed
them into his boots.
"Mm, I bet it was easy for you," Jack said. "Have you ever
heard of a nanite? Tiny computers that can make a room
sized computer look obsolete?" Jack watched Edge's
expression intensely, but he hoped he had not given himself
away. If Edge even for a moment suspected Jack knew who
he was, one of them would be dead very soon.
Edge flinched ever so slightly, then shrugged. "Nanite?
Sure, I think." He grinned at Jack. "I did go to school, you
know." He turned away, pulled off his thin trousers and
tossed them on the bed behind him. "Why are you asking
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about that?" Edge laughed. "We're on a cruise to Jupiter,
living it up in the most expensive cabin, the best food, and I
just won some of your credits back!" He pulled off his silky
white shirt and sat on the bed, facing Jack. His expression
was not as telling as Jack desired, but it was enough. Jack's
diplomatic training was garnered over four hundred years and
he could now tell when Edge was lying through his teeth.
"You know, it's nice to be out of my jumpsuit for a change.
Thanks for the casual clothes, Jack." Edge grinned, reached
over and patted Jack's shoulder.
Jack shrugged. It didn't distract his thoughts. He was sure
now that Edge was a first-degree clone. Not as perfect as he
was, but so very close. No one but another clone could tell he
wasn't completely human, and even they would have a
problem, as Jack had. He had fooled Jack and that wasn't an
easy thing to do.
"Want this before I take a bath?" Edge held his cock and
pointed it at Jack.
"No, I want something else first ... turn around." Jack
loved Edge's ass, a bit too much.
"Oh, you sexy dog." Edge turned and bent over, spreading
his ass cheeks wide.
"Mm, I'd rather have your ass natural. Washing it clean will
ruin a great deal of the fun," Jack replied, honestly. He placed
his hands on Edge's ass, rubbed the cheeks all over, admired
the view, took in all the perfections. There was nothing
imperfect about Edge's bottom.
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"Come on, I'm excited and I don't want to wait any longer.
I want your cock in my ass." Edge said, bending over and
looking at Jack from between his legs.
"Sh," Jack replied, then pushed his tongue against Edge's
anus and began to lick it up and down. "Mm, so tasty, so
natural, so beautiful," Jack said, his own cock now an iron
pipe, straining for release from his thin silk robe.
"I never knew how good it could feel to have a tongue on
your asshole," Edge said, he had bent his knees, slightly,
placed his hands on them and turned to watch Jack feasting.
"It's something I've always liked to do," Jack replied,
spending a bit of time prodding, poking and attempting to
insert his tongue inside the tight ring.
"You like the taste of a man's asshole, then, it's just not
the act itself?" Edge didn't understand sex, he had heard
about it, read about it, but never experienced it, until Jack.
He didn't want to kill him until he had experienced more, for
on his return to Earth his memories would be erased.
"Yes ... the taste ... the natural taste, it's something I go
for, it drives me into a passionate lust, I can't describe." Jack
said. He had finally slipped his tongue in half an inch, then
pulled out long enough to respond. He dove in again, pushing
his tongue deeper inside. Edge moaned, telling Jack he had
succeeded. They always moan when the tongue goes deep,
Jack thought, with a smile that only he was aware of.
"Fuck, I do like this, I suppose you would like me to do it
to you?" Edge, craned his neck until he could see into Jack's
eyes.
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Jack grinned, took a nibble of his partner's ass, and said,
"Yes, if it's something you would like to do..."
"Did you bathe yet today?" Edge asked, standing up.
Jack shook his head. "No, I was about to." He tapped his
robe. "I was about ready when you came."
"Good, I want to taste you ... your asshole, the natural
way. When did you bathe last? I've been hanging out in the
casino too much." He chuckled, and stroked his hard cock.
Jack shrugged. "Yesterday morning ... it's been about
thirty-six hours." He laughed, and stood up, then reached out
and pulled Edge's cock, rubbing the pre-cum on the slit.
"Mm, then I will have it natural for sure," Edge said,
laughing. He licked his lips. "Well, turn around and spread
'em."
Jack did so, bending his knees as Edge had done. He
hadn't had his asshole cleaned for a long time. Edge knelt and
kissed his ass from top to bottom, his hands roaming over it,
squeezing, pinching softly. Edge cupped his balls and put his
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