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I remember when I was ten years old I put an enormous spoonful of rice in my mouth. I barely chewed it before forcing it down my esophagus. I told my parents I like taking larger spoonfuls because "I feel this nice pressure on my neck." My parents exchanged a look that I didn't understand at the time, but now I know they were realizing that their ten year old son might have a choking fetish. And boy howdy, they were right. "I need a cigarette," my father grumbled as he left the dinner table. I know this probably sounds like a digression, but I swear it'll come back around.

See, I had another visitor last night. Or at least I think I did. My days and dreams are becoming harder to discern from one another. God, I hope this was real. See, my door hasn't been repaired since my branding, so now hooligans can just casually enter my home to commit crimes. When I heard someone creep in earlier today, I quietly grabbed a baseball bat from my closet. I tip-toed my way to the top of the stairs and glanced down.

It was... me. I was standing at the bottom of my stairs. "What..." I said in spite of myself. The visitor turned around and met my gaze. "Hello there," he said.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"@Gobstoppers12 and @kingdrake2 said we have a lot in common," he answered. "Thought I'd stop by."
"Who are you?" I shouted, white-knuckling the bat.
"I'm @AirFresh ."
"Why do you look like me?" I started to panic.
"Hell if I know, man."
"Are you me from like... an alternate universe? What's going on?"
AirFresh began to ascend the stairs. "You ask too many questions. Just live in the moment."
"I'd love to, Other Me, but I'm a little confused right now," I wiped the sweat from my brow.

AirFresh has reached the top of the stairs. "We are not the same," he reassured me in a soothing tone as he eased the bat from my hands. "We may look alike, but we are still individuals. Let me see your hands."
He took my hands and turned them over in his own. His hands were soft, but strong. After spotting a scar on his left palm, I couldn't help but yelp, "That scar!" and show him my own.
"You have one too," he whispered. "In the same place."
"What's going on?!" I cried as I started to pace. "Where did you come from?"
"I've always been here," he shrugged.

As I paced I wondered how much of our pasts were aligned. Did I fall into some wormhole and end up in his timeline? And why was he so calm? I was freaking out. Suddenly I remembered @KillerKhan420 's branding. That only happened yesterday. If AirFresh got his back sizzled by a molten, raving ballsack, then that would be more proof that we are the same person. I gripped the bottom of my shirt and nodded to him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
He nodded.
I turned around and lifted my shirt to reveal the fresh burn. When I looked back to see if AirFresh had the burn as well, I found him with his pants around his ankles. His bare penis rested comfortably on his... shapely, charming nutmeat.
"Ah! I.... uh..." I stammered as I lowered my shirt.
"Do you like jalapeos? he asked as he put half of one in his mouth.
Wordlessly, I approached. I grew closer and closer until I leaned in and bit into the exposed half of the pepper. Our lips brushed as I pulled my half of the jalapeo away. I chewed it, stem and all, and swallowed.
"I ate the stem," I told him.
"I know," he replied.
"Is it okay to eat the stem?" I asked.
"Todo est bien, mi amor," AirFresh whispered into my ear.

He leaned me against a wall and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't long before we were sloppily making out like we were a couple of teenagers. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed along my chest. I knelt down and helped his feet out of the pants around his ankles. I grasped his bare penis and made tearful eye contact. "Te amo... Te amo. Cambiaste mi vida." I began to yank him to the rhythm of "O Come All Ye Faithful."

Soon we made our way to the shower. AirFresh and I just exploring each other's bodies in the falling water. Still, my thoughts drifted back to earlier. How did he get here? I embraced my lover and whispered, "I just don't understand. I need to understand."
He cupped my cheek and answered softly, "We have everything we need right here. Prepara tu ano, mi amor." AirFresh turned me around and bent me over. "Put your hands against the wall."
I did as I was told and soon, I was choking again. I know my butthole doesn't breathe, but that same pressure I felt in my throat all those years ago, I felt again in the depths of AirFresh's penetration. With each thrust I felt myself give into him more and more. The rhythmic slapping of his powerful, explosive clackerbag against the back of my thigh may as well have been a metronome. We grunted our way to a beautiful finish line and collapsed on one another on the floor of the shower.

"You could have put the stem end in your mouth," I pointed out as I drained.
"What?" AirFresh asked, confused.
"Just seems kinda rude that you would just make me eat the jalapeo stem is all."
"I didn't think you were gonna eat it. I would have just spit it out."
"Still, you were gonna make me be the one to have to- nevermind," I gave up. "I just hope I don't get stem flu or something."
"There's no stem flu," AirFresh rolled his eyes.
"You don't know that, you're not a fucking pepper doctor."

We laid entwined on the shower floor until the hot water ran out. We got dressed, he kissed me goodbye and said he hoped he could see me again. I hope so too. Who knows? He might forget to call, but I'll never forget our time together. And I will never forget to thank Jesus Christ every single day for leading @AirFresh to my front door so he could make quick work of my back walls.

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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.