Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2020 21:03:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Face of Desire 1 (Revised)

Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually
explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where
you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use
protection. In today's story, a White teen has an attraction towards his
Black classmate and the briefs he wears. He wants that look for himself but
what happens isn't what he had in mind. If this sounds like something you
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The Face of Desire: Chapter 1

Is it possible for someone to feel alone but not be alone? I was one of
those people. I lived with my parents in the Sageglen neighborhood. Our
home was an island in a sea of empty nesters and newlyweds. I had friends
in school, but I had always wanted a neighborhood friend who was also male
and about my age. Even a sibling would be welcomed. In all my years, no
brother or neighbor entered my life.

It was in my sixteenth year that Alexander James Kahill and his parents
moved into the long vacant Sawyer house next door. Not only was he my own
age, but we were born two weeks apart on the same day of the week. He was
born on the first day of November while my birthday was October 18th.  Our
parents liked each other right away. Alex and I were the same way despite
having different personas and appearance.

Alex was six feet tall while I was four inches shorter. He had an athletic
build and his musculature was wonderful: pronounced pecs and abs, bulging
biceps and bubble butt. I had a narrow frame and had minimal muscle
tone. He was a star second baseman for the Rayburn High Ravens while I
belonged the media club. He quickly became popular while I remained
stagnant in obscurity.

I don't remember how it started but he would confide in me and I would do
the same. He was the first person I ever told that I was attracted to other
guys. He looked at me intrigued, "Matt? Do you find me attractive?" I
leaned forward hopefully, "From the moment we met each other. I think
you're hot." He smiled with a glimmer of mischief, "I'm not into guys, but
don't let that stop you from enjoying the view. I certainly will not stop
you."

Look at Alex and enjoy the view? I can do that. It is the evening and he is
in for the night and my neighbor enters his room. He is a Black male with a
dark brown complexion. He closes the door. He reaches down to take off his
socks and shoes before standing back up. His hands reach for the bottom of
his shirt and he pulls it off his vibrant body. His fingers clutch his
sipper and pulls it down. Poof! His pants land on the carpet and he steps
out. These garments are destined to either be tossed on the chair or into
the laundry basket at the foot of his bed.

Alex walks around the room with nothing but briefs to shield the world from
his naked goodness. He opens a drawer and takes out basketball shorts in
Oklahoma City Thunder blue. He takes out a white tank and pulls it over him
which hugs his torso snuggly. Those shorts swish as he walks out of the
room and a few minutes later, he comes back into the room. He looks out his
window and into mine. I have also gotten ready for bed. We either call or
text to wish each other a good night. His lights go off and I turn mine
off. I lay in bed with the raging hardon he gave me.

I was looking in my sock and underwear drawer on a September morning when I
was 18. Just socks and underwear, but today I really looked on the
contents. Most of my briefs wither had holes or had thinning material. I
was long overdue for replacements and I knew just the guy to ask.

"Hey Alex, you got a moment?" I asked as he walked by my locker with his
buddies. He said "Sure Matt" and told the guys that he would catch up to
them later. He stood on my right and asked, "What's up?" I said, "I plan to
go shopping this weekend for some new underwear. I like the ones you wear
and I'd really like to get the same for myself." He smiled, "I like them
also. They feel and look great." I frowned, "Problem is that I've never
seen that brand before and I have looked everywhere."

Alex told me, "Not everywhere. I would be glad to steer you in the right
direction. I just need to find the business card. I think it's somewhere in
my room. If I find it, I'll come by and drop it off. I can also give you a
personal demonstration if you want a close look to see them in action. I
know you'd like that." I answered, "Thanks. I'd like that." Alex clasped
his hands, "Well, gotta go. Catch you later Matt." He skedaddled to catch
up with his fellows as I turned my attention back to my locker to get my
stuff. I got my belongings in order and headed home.

A few hours later, I began my homework and wondered how Alex's search was
going. There was a knock and Mom poked her head in to tell me that he was
here. We headed downstairs and I opened the door. There he was, "Good
evening Mrs. Welch. I'm just dropping by to study with Matt for about an
hour. I had some stuff I was a tad fuzzy on with today's Government class."
Mom said when we were halfway up the stairs, "Just don't stay up for too
long boys." We said that we wouldn't. He thanked my mom and we headed
upstairs to my room.

Alex unlaced his shoes, discarded those, and pulled off his socks. He put
his backpack on the bed and tossed out his textbook and notepad on it, "For
later." He took out his wallet, "I thought I wouldn't find it and then
decided to take a gamble by looking in my books because I occasionally use
business cards as bookmarks. Tada!" He slid the card out and handed it to
me. Above the contact info, there was a circular logo which consisted of
the letters M and W with water ripples separating them. Beneath the logo
was the name of Marcus Ware. I didn't recognize either the name or the
address. He reached out into his backpack and tossed me a pair of red and
maroon briefs. I caught it and felt the material. I liked them right
away. He was right. They did look and feel great. I hadn't even worn them
and yet I knew that this brand was for me.

Alex looked at the door and then at his watch. He then slyly asked me,
"Would you like that personal demonstration now?" I needed it, "Show me."
He got off the bed and undid his belt buckle. He then unzipped his jeans
and stepped out of them. The only remaining garments were his shirt, socks,
and the briefs that had caught my eye. I sat on my bed and his midsection
was right in front of me. He turned around to show them from all sides as
he told me what he liked about them. "The material's soft and holds the
goods in." His bulge was prominent and his buns were delightfully round. My
eyes lit up with wonder and he looked down at me, pleased that I liked how
they defined his assets. "Oh, all right. If you want to go touch my stuff,
go ahead. Just between us though."

Yes. This would be just between us, but silence was a price that I was
willing to pay for this moment of intimacy between us. I stood up and
touched his chest, the pecs and his abs. I took his left arm and flexed it
so I could watch the bicep swell. I reached back around and lavished
attention on his beautiful bottom and gave his cloth-covered manhood a
gentle massage. It responded right away. He made no move or said anything
that he wanted me to stop. He breathed slowly as he surrendered himself
over to wondrous feelings, "You sure like touching me Matt. Don't you?" I
grinned, "I do. You're so wonderful." He turned around and faced me, "It
does feel very good to be touched like this. See? Maybe I can be convinced
to do more just to see what it's like to be with another guy." I looked
down and he was hard as steel. His underwear pulsed with giddiness. I had
never seen a boner that grand before. Mine was barely six inches at maximum
erection and his clearly eclipsed it. "Eight awesome inches when
hard. Uncut too. Kahill men are kept intact." He looked at his watch again
and said, "We ought to study some after I we get our guys settled down." We
waited while we deflated. He then stuck his hand inside to adjust himself
before zipping back up.

The two of us hit the books hard during the remaining time we set aside so
that there would be credibility to his visit. About thirty minutes later,
we walked downstairs and I showed him to the door. He said goodbye to my
folks in the living room and headed down the sidewalk to the right. I
closed the door and headed back up to my room. It was time for bed. I put
on my pajamas and movement caught my eye. I looked at the window across
from me and there was Alex getting ready for bed. We looked at each other
and I picked up my ringing phone. "See you tomorrow Matt." I replied,
"Later."

The next few days passed but time seemed intent on going as slow as
possible. Can't the weekend get here already? The image of Alex in his
underwear wouldn't leave my mind. I enjoyed how they looked at him and I
wanted his look for myself. I was determined to visit Marcus Ware and I
told my parents that I was planning to go shopping on Saturday for
clothes. They asked me what I was going to shop for because they thought I
had enough and I replied underwear. It seemed reasonable because they were
aware of the sorry state of my undergarments and were wondering when I
would start swapping out.

After my parents and I had lunch that Saturday, I headed out. I plugged in
the shop's address into my phone and set it down so that it could guide me
on my quest. I navigated highway and street and eventually entered an area
of the city that I knew nothing about. Without my app, I would have been
totally lost. About forty minutes since leaving the house, I found the
store. It was in a stand-alone building located in front of a tidy strip
center. I pulled into the parking lot and got out. It was clear that I was
out of place and that my whiteness stood out. It only became more evident
once I stepped inside the store. Marcus Ware was an establishment that
catered to men, specifically Black men.

I stood near the door and looked around at all the displays and products
with their faces. Their frozen friendly faces contrasted with the looks I
got from staff and customers. I felt their eyes stick on me as soon as I
closed the door and they followed me wherever I went as I browsed the
aisles. I could hear faint suspicious whispers of "White boy." It wasn't
long before a middle-aged man approached me to ask how he could help
me. The words were cordial but I couldn't help but feel, from the tone of
his voice, that he was really telling me that I was in a place that wasn't
meant for me and that I wasn't welcome here.

I looked at him and demurely said, "Please sir. I'm just here to buy some
underwear." He looked at me from head to toe and replied quietly, "Come
with me over here." I followed him to a side counter and he motioned for me
to lean forward so we could converse privately, "This is an exclusive store
for members only. As you can see, you are not a member." The patrons had
stopped browsing and they were all looking in this direction. He voiced
disappointedly, "You look like a good kid," some of the other men nodded in
agreement "but unless you've been referred here, this just isn't the place
where you belong."

I had never been in this type of situation before and I didn't want to
cause trouble. I decided to try one more thing before calling the whole
thing off. I took out my wallet and presented the business card, "My friend
Alex Kahill lives next door to me and I told him that I was looking for
replacements. He told me about this place and he gave me this after I asked
where I got his from." I handed him the card.

The man became curious and held the card in his hands, feeling it. He
scrutinized it heavily and scanned the code on the back. He nodded and he
looked back at me. His demeanor changed from false friendliness to genuine
geniality. The other customers went back to shopping and he looked back at
me amiably, "I am sorry for how we treated you. My name is Roland Glenn and
I manage this location." He extended his hand and I shook it. He asked,
"You said that you are looking to replace your underwear?" I replied "Yes
sir". He replied, "Let's see what we can find for you." He signaled for me
to follow him. Mr. Glenn took me on a tour of the store and told me how
Marcus Ware got started. The reaction of the shoppers had similarly
changed. They were no longer annoyed by my presence. They now appeared to
be pleased that I was accepted as another customer.

There were a variety of goods like cologne, shoes, pants, and other
apparel. We then entered a row which had socks on one side and underwear of
all types on the other. "What style are you looking for? We have boxers and
a variety of briefs." I looked for ones that were like those that Alex
wore. "These." I looked at the front and the back as well as the model on
the package. It contained a pack of five briefs which were of various color
combinations.

Mr. Glenn guided me back to the counter and he walked behind it to complete
the purchase. He told me, "This one" pointing to the pair of green briefs
with white waistband which had alternating Ms and Ws stitched in green, "is
of the finest material. Only wear this one if you are completely satisfied
with our product." I eagerly said, "Deal. How much?" He told me that it was
$25 and some change. I plunked down the cash, thanked him and left. I
couldn't wait to try these on.

It was the start of another school week and I wanted to start things right
by wearing my new purchase. I took out a pair of grey briefs with a black
waistband and held it my hands. I could see the new me clearly already. I
showered, toweled off and held the trunk briefs against my naked body
before I placed my legs in and pulled them up.

Alex's words of praise were an understatement. They felt as excellent as I
had anticipated. The way the cloth felt against my bare skin and curved
around my legs and the way the briefs highlighted my butt and package was
amazing. I turned off the light and headed to my room to get dressed.

It was during first period that I noticed something different. At first, I
thought it might have something to do with the lightning. It was not. My
skin had become a few shades browner. No one had said anything about the
change.

Before lunch, I headed to the bathroom to tighten my belt by one hole
because I had trimmed down since this morning. My skin and my waist weren't
the only changes. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I was not
all there. It was me, but my face had changed slightly. My straight blond
hair was now brown. My crew cut had grown out into a low fade with
twists. I reached up and felt the unfamiliar hair texture. I looked at my
license picture thinking that this couldn't possibly be me. That had been
updated to display the new face.

I hadn't even heard the door open until, "It really is you. Matthew Welch?
Right?" I turned towards the door and there was a flabbergasted Alex. He
approached me in disbelief, "I was trying to find you to ask if you went to
Marcus Ware. I asked the guys and they pointed you out. I thought they were
joking and looked at me like I had two heads when I said that I wasn't." He
looked at me all over and asked how this happened. I explained, "I went to
Marcus Ware on Saturday and got a pack of briefs like the ones you have. I
put a pair on this morning and this happened." He tugged at my hair, "Ow!"
He still didn't believe this could be happening, "People just don't change
like this. I saw you this morning in the parking lot and you looked like
you, not this you." I said, "You're the first one who's noticed anything
different."

The walk to the lunchroom was hard. He wanted to ask more questions, but
other students were around us. He asked discreetly, "Think that you'll stay
that way?" I answered, "I don't know." He flatly stated, "If it's just a
temporary thing, ditch the briefs. This is just too weird for me." I
replied, "I don't think it is. I like how they feel and look on me. I'm
going to wear the rest and see what happens. He looked cross, "Wear the
rest? See what happens? This isn't you. Count me out." He didn't speak with
me for the rest of the day.

I was grateful that the school day ended and I was heading back home. If I
was like this, had my parents also changed? No. They were perfectly the
same as always which presented a whole cluster of questions. Pictures from
last vacation, first day of school, baby pictures. They all featured this
current version of me. Just like my classmates, my parents made no mention
that I looked different and I was too afraid to delve into my origins.

I kept my mind on my studies to distract it from Alex's scorn. By the time
I looked back up to look at my clock, it was time for bed. It's time for
bed. I chucked my clothes onto my chair and headed to the bathroom to wash
up. Several minutes later, I was in my pajamas. I climbed into bed and
closed my eyes.

-----

Alex tossed and turned. He couldn't sleep. It must be the temperature in
the room. He tossed the sheets to the side. This did not work. So he took
off his tank top and gym shorts off. That did not work. He lay in his
briefs upon the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was his conscience
gnawing on him. The briefs had brought his friend enjoyment, the same
briefs that he himself had recommended. He felt crummy about taking the
suggestion back. He was wrong being so abrupt with Matt and needed to
apologize. He decided that it could wait until tomorrow. A nagging voice
inside persuaded him that this was too important to leave this to
tomorrow. He gritted his teeth and reached over for his phone. A sleepy
voice said, "Hello?"

Alex cleared his throat, "Matt. I'm sorry for calling you so late, but I
needed to get this off my chest. I'm sorry for going off on you earlier
today. I was the one who told you about Marcus Ware. I was too startled by
this change to think straight. If you want to continue wearing them, go
ahead. I'm glad you enjoy the Marcus Ware look. Besides, the fade and twist
style is you, somehow. I don't know why, but it's you." Matthew replied,
"Apology accepted. Give me a sec to see if it was temporary." Click. The
lamp awakens. "It is. I've gone back to my before self. I must have gone
back while I was asleep." Alex said, "You got more so don't let them go to
waste. Don't be afraid to wear them." Matt said, "Thanks Alex. That means a
lot to me."

-----

The next few days passed and the rest of the Marcus Ware apparel stayed in
the drawer, unworn, until Thursday when I decided to put on the next
pair. My skin was longing for more. As I got dressed, my skin was already
darkening and I looked like I was getting taller. I couldn't dally any
longer. I ran downstairs to snatch a quick bite before school.

"Decided to go for the Marcus Ware look again?" I looked at Alex who had
just locked his door. I turned around and ran my fingers through my
darkening hair, "Yea. Count me in as a Marcus Wear guy forever." He
cheerfully declared, "I hear ya. I've tried various brands over the years
which were okay, but these blew all those out of the water. I cleared out
my entire drawer and ditched the other brands. You will see nothing but
Marcus Ware if you were to open my sock and underwear drawer." He tilted
hid head, "I think your voice is changing also." His eyes glimpsed his
watch and said, "Hey. Look at the time. Come on, come on. We don't want to
be late." He ran towards the entrance and I was right behind him.

He was right. My voice was deeper now and I preferred how I sounded. It was
an improvement over my regular voice because I disliked the way my previous
voice sounded on playback and there were times when people were confused
what gender I was when they heard me on the phone. This was doubtlessly a
male voice. As for my appearance, my skin was browner and darker than it
was on Monday. The fade and twists had returned but my hair was completely
black, just like his. As before, there were only two people who were aware
that something was different about me: Alex and myself.

I called Marcus Ware in the evening about it and was encountered with a
phone tree which was ultra annoying. I finally got someone after fifteen
minutes of browsing the menu. The guy asked if I enjoyed their product and
I said that I did and would consider shopping there again in a heartbeat. I
was then asked if I wanted to complete a survey. I declined the survey and
said that I was calling to ask if their clothes changed people physically
because I woke up as a White teen but I was now a Black guy. The man
laughed and laughed, "No. Just no." Click. I don't blame him. If I had
received such a call, I would have thought it was a prank also and ended
the call. Part of me wanted to try again, but there was a voice inside
telling me to drop the issue because my old life was over from the moment I
first put on the Marcus Ware briefs. I was past the point of no return.

The next morning arrived and found that, again, I had reverted back. I
opened my drawer and looked at the selection. I decided to go for two in a
row. I returned to my room and dropped my towel. I slid the third pair over
my body and as soon as they clasped my waist, the metamorphosis happened. I
grew two inches taller and my slim shoulders grew wider in less than thirty
seconds. My unremarkable belly retracted to make way for six abdominal
hills. My nipples tingled and my pectorals puffed out while my arms
thickened. I flexed my biceps out of curiosity and watched as they
ballooned until they matched Alex's 16 inches. I looked in the mirror as I
placed my hand on the left on and felt its fantastic firmness.

I headed to my closet to decide what to wear. Goldenrod polo and jeans
today. I pulled the polo over my head and stepped inside my jeans. I pulled
them up until I hit a bump in the road. I let go of the jeans which
collapsed onto the floor. The bulge in my briefs was swelling. This was no
hardon. I placed my hand on the mound and felt is familiar shape and size,
"Geez Alex. How do you handle having a piece of meat like this?" I looked
in my mirror and looked at my body from the side. It was like I had a
stuffed a burrito down there. Let's try this again. I reached for my jeans
and pulled them up. I stuffed my package along with my polo inside my jeans
and zipped up. Before I headed downstairs, I looked at myself. Even my
mostly flat rear had developed into a replica of my friend's famed Kahill
caboose, that beautiful bubble butt. Speaking of Alex, I looked at my face
again and saw that I vaguely resembled him. The voice told me to stop
thinking about it because it was normal that we would look alike. I grabbed
my backpack and left.

Alex stopped by my locker before lunch and whispered, "Why are you walking
that way?" I looked around to see if there was a chance of being
overheard. Equally hushed, "I got your stuff down there." His face
scrunched up in confusion and then there was understanding once he really
looked at my crotch, "Oh. No biggie. Sorry. Wrong choice of word." As we
walked down the hall to the cafeteria, he told me what he does. He told me
that I shouldn't keep thinking about it size and just go about my day as
normal. "Thanks. It's just that it's larger than what I'm used to." He
smiled, "You're welcome. Also think about it this way. It's never been that
size before. If you were me, it wouldn't be so overwhelming, right?"

Alex had given good advice. I felt more relaxed by not being so preoccupied
with how to go about my day while concealing my junk's size. The rest of
the day came and went and when we left school at the end of the day, I
thanked him for his advice. It was time that I did something for him. "You
want to go jogging through the neighborhood when we get home?" He pointed
at me and then at himself, "You and me? Sure."

I went for walks, maybe even a fast walk, with my parents but that was the
extent of exercise for us. Alex jumped at the idea. We headed home and said
that I was going to go running with Alex. I expected them to be surprised
by this, but they acted like it was normal. I headed upstairs to get
changed. I found an old tee and shorts to put on. When I headed downstairs,
I was hugged, "Be careful son. Okay? We love you very much."

Alex was waiting on his porch and looked super psyched. As soon as my feet
hit the ground, we were off. I had never felt this energized before. I
would have been out of breath several blocks back at the pace we were
going. Not here and not now and not anymore. I chugged along and kept pace
with Alex until we had reached Campbell Park which was a mile away.

In front of the corner house, we stood in the street as we took a
breather. We smiled at each other and had a great chuckle, "Whew, I always
wanted a running partner. Maybe we can even be workout buddies. I've always
tried to get my teammates to go with me, but we can never get the timing
down right." We heard a bitter voice behind us, "Do you boys live around
here?"

We turned around and there was a White man standing by his mailbox. It
seemed that he had been standing there for awhile and was becoming more
irritable the longer we stood there. Alex replied, "Side by side on Martin
Street." I told him that I've lived in Sageglen my whole life. The man was
getting redder by the second. Alex slapped my shoulder, "Come on Matt. Time
to go home. You have a blessed day sir." The man grumbled something to
someone inside about two mouthy Black boys before slamming the door shut.

Later that night, I called Alex to talk about what had happened. We had
talked in the past about racism and he told me what it was like. I would
see the anguish on his face and heard the pain. I supported the struggles
for acceptance, but I knew that I could never truly understand what it was
to be a young Black man like Alex, a subject of suspicion. Today, I had my
own experience to share. I asked him about the first time he had
encountered racism.

Alex soberly recounted, "I was eight years old and it was my birthday. My
parents had taken me out for breakfast. We were eating while this hostess
passed by us to show a White man and his family to a table next to us. He
said that he didn't want to sit next to `those Blacks.' She was startled. I
think she thought she misheard, but we all heard it. So she asks startled,
`Come again?' This guy raises his voice, `Look lady. You heard me. I don't
like Blacks and don't want to sit anywhere near them. They gotta go if you
want me to eat here.'"

I pictured the event in my mind as he went on, "She was upset and with
shaky voice she asked the man and his family to leave. The man and his
family did not budge and then he said that if she wasn't going to listen
then maybe the manager can force her to do her job. Here comes the manager
and he asks what happened. She tells her side and then the manager asks if
this was true. The man asked if everyone was deaf today. He said that he
wasn't going to sit next to us because we were Black. The manager glowered
at him and said that their restaurant does reserve the right to refuse
service to anyone. Either leave or he would be made to leave. The man
cussed all the way out the door and screamed that this was exactly why our
country was going to shit."

My heart raced rapidly. I knew that it was a horrid truth that people like
existed in the world. "When we got home, Pops and I had the Talk. There are
people out there who look at us and treat us with common decency. Then
there are those like that man. It does not matter if you are a brain
surgeon or a college professor or even a firefighter like Pops. At the end
of the day, you are nothing but scum to them because you are Black."

-----

Alex couldn't sleep. Again. Today it had been one week since Matt had worn
that first pair. Today was the fourth time that the Marcus Ware apparel was
worn. He saw how they changed him more and more each time he put them on,
but the reality of how familiar his neighbor was becoming didn't truly sink
in until one of his teammates had called out, "Hey Matt" then embarrassment
when the mistake was made clear.

Matt had told him that the same thing was happening. "They thought I was
you." This might had annoyed Alex, but it didn't. This might have alarmed
him, but it didn't. On that first day, he wanted Matt to be his former
self. Now, Alex welcomed the idea of Matt being a Black guy forever.

-----

The next day and the two that followed afterwards, I was back in my regular
body because I didn't want to wear that final pair just yet. It was nearly
two weeks since I went to Marcus Ware and the green briefs remained tucked
away in a corner in the back of my drawer.

Last day of the school week, here I am. I opened the drawer and found no
underwear except the green. Mom told me, "I left those brand new green ones
in there. Just wear those. The laundry will be done tonight before you go
to bed. I think you need to go back to that store and get more so you can
discard some of these old pairs." It was too late to sneak to the utility
room to sneak a pair and I couldn't just keep the ones I had on. I grabbed
the green pair and headed to the bathroom to shower.

After bathing, I took my town and tried myself off. By now, my mom and left
for work. I grabbed the green briefs and pulled them up. They hadn't even
touched my skin and yet the transformation struck instantly as soon as they
passed my ankles. Within seconds, I grew four inches until I equaled Alex's
six feet. Shoulders broadened and my musculature went from scrawny to
superb while my skin's complexion became indistinguishable from
his. Looking in the mirror, it was like someone took Alex's body, added my
head, and then made several adjustments to face and hair.

I returned to my room and took out my selected clothes for the day: crisp
burgundy Henley shirt, clean tan khaki pants and sneakers. I was about to
dress when I got an idea. They wouldn't be there tomorrow, but I wanted to
take pictures of myself. I posed in just briefs and took several selfies. I
then get dressed in a I pull out my comb and sort out my twists. I pick up
my phone and took more photos of myself. I wished that they would remain on
my phone because I really wanted something to remember this me by. I stuff
my school stuff into my backpack and head downstairs for a bite to eat
before heading to school.

After school, Alex dropped by my house and said it was time to hit the
gym. Gym? I acted puzzled and he said, "Yea. I mentioned it the other
day. How do you think I got a bod like this? Come on." I ran upstairs to my
room to find something passable for gym wear while he waited. The clothes I
wore when we went running would do. I opened the drawer and saw unfamiliar
clothes with the others. I pulled out gym shorts and a tank just like the
ones Alex had on. What's this? I knew what it was, but had never worn
one. I reached down and pulled it out with my thumb and index finger as if
it was an intensely soiled rag. It was a jockstrap. I took my clothes off
and slung the strap on. The shorts and tank followed. I turned off the
light and headed back downstairs.

If you told me that I was going to the gym, you might as well tell me that
I was selected to go to Mars. Treadmills and the bicycle machines were easy
enough to figure out. Beyond that, I had no idea what I was
doing. Thankfully, Alex was there to guide me. He told me to lie down on
the bench. I saw him place weights on the barbell and I quickly hissed in
alarm, "That's too much!" He retorted, "It would have been for the other
you. If I can handle this, you can too." His eyebrows narrowed with face
full of seriousness when I was still unconvinced, "That's my body you got
and I do not want to see it neglected. No excuses." I nodded back, "No
excuses."

Here we go. I gripped the bar like Alex showed. I pressed on the bar and
lifted. Up and down. Up and down. Never in a thousand years would I ever
consider that I would be able to lift this much up. It was heavy but
manageable. Alex smiled down from above as he stood behind the bench, "See?
Told you so. Now you spot me." We switched places and he his time with the
barbell. We worked the machines in the same way. He would select the weight
level, instruct me how they worked, and watched me use it before we
swapped. This gym stuff isn't too bad. We put in a good hour and half
before showering. We got back into his car and he drove us back home.

-----

I tossed and turned as I was beset by a naughty dream which made my
anaconda stir from its den. I am in my room or is it Alex's? It is his room
but the furniture that he had was also on this side, just flipped. He isn't
here but I am not alone. I have a White classmate with me and we are here
for some fun. He is on his knees in front of me, ever eager to enjoy the
taste of black cock. My lips part, "Mmm, ready for that treat Matthew? I've
got a choco-pop here just for you." I look down into his bluish green eyes
and he looks like he has just won the lottery. He looks as if he had just
won the lottery as he grabs my denim clad crotch. His fingertips gripped
the zipper and he lowers it. His hand reaches around in there and he takes
out his prize.

Matt takes his index finger and runs it along the top from the base to the
tip. He then runs his finger along the underside. He marvels in the way my
foreskin glides back and forth over my glans, so unfamiliar to his
circumcised self. It lengthens and thickens to my magnificent eight
inches. He has his lips so close and he coos in delight, "Leo. Oh, Leo" as
he places his mouth on the spongy glans. His lips part and widen as I push
more of myself into him to make way for the entire piece. As his mouth gets
stuffed with dark meat, the more joy there is in Matthew's eyes.

I sigh as I hold the back of his head and gently nudge it towards me,
"That's right Matthew. You enjoy Kahll brand cock. Chock full of creamy
goodness and rich in protein." He bobs his head up and down. That would be
a yes. Suddenly, Alex appears in his bed and reclines in it. He may be
clothed, but he has his dick out because he is enjoying the show too
much. He wraps his hand around it and strokes. "Maybe I ought give guy
mouth a try and take his lips out for a spin."

I look at him and smile, "Anytime bro." I look back at Matt, "Ready?" He
quickly pleads, "I'm so hungry for your cum" before diving back in. Let's
give him the nourishment he craves. My nuts pop and blobs of semen jettison
into his mouth.

That hit the spot and all is well. I snuggle underneath the blanket and
sleep unperturbed.

-----

It is morning and my head was swimming. All I want to do is lay in
bed. This must be what a hangover is like. I remember the two of us getting
into his car and exiting the parking lot. I remember turning onto our
street, but nothing else after that.

A woman called from outside the door, "Time for breakfast." I turned over
in my bed and grasped the pillow tightly, "Aw. Come on Mom. Just give me
five more minutes." I buried my head in the pillow. The woman raised her
voice, "Alexander James and Leonardo Paul Kahill! Didn't you boys hear me?"

That wasn't my mom. That was Alex's! My eyes snapped open and spring
upright in bed. There was Alex looking right back at me. He looked at the
bed I was in and at this side of the room. We had the same furniture, but
my side of the room was decorated like the one I thought I was in. We
jumped out of bed and made our way to the mirror. We were wearing
basketball shorts. While his were the familiar sky blue, I wore Oklahoma
City Thunder orange. He wore a tank like usual, but I remained
bare-chested. We looked and saw two young men, twins, looking back at
us. Alex and I were identical and the only feature that distinguished us
from each other was our hairstyles. His hair was cropped short and mine was
the fade with twists.

His mother opened the door and asked, "What's going on in here? Come on
before breakfast gets cold." Alex said, "Uh, we will be down in a sec
Mama." She looked as us unconvinced but said, "I'll put your plates on the
stove to keep them warm and Leo, put on a top before you come sit down. At
least you're wearing shorts for once instead of just briefs." I mouthed,
"Yes M...Yes Mama." I almost called her Mrs. Kahill. She closed the door
and footsteps faded away.

Alex said, "Here, put this on." It was a sleeveless tee which I put on. He
asked, "Has this ever happened?" I said, "No. I've always changed back
before waking up. I didn't know that this..." That wasn't quite right. I
pulled down the waistband and I was wearing the green briefs that I had on
the day before. "Mr. Glenn at Marcus Ware said to only wear these if I was
completely satisfied with the product. What do we do now?" He said, "Go
down for breakfast. You can't stay up here forever. What did my mom call
you?" I replied, "I didn't quite catch it. That's your wallet and that's
mine." We picked them up and looked at our licenses. Same birthday,
November 1st. I looked at him, "It says here that I'm Leonardo Paul
Kahill." He said, "Let's go wash up and then head downstairs to eat." He
opened the door and shouted, "In a minute, we're gonna washing up first."
She replied from beneath the stairs, "Okay."

In the bathroom, we washed our faces and then stood in front of the
toilet. I pulled down my briefs and saw that my dick was a perfect match to
his. I was now uncut. He told me to see what it works. He slides back the
foreskin and starts pissing, "Just like that." I waited my turn to empty my
bladder." We washed our hands and went down for waffles.

I quietly sat there at the table. His parents talked to us and I was very
reluctant to say anything. They thought something was wrong with me and I
told them, "I'm fine. I just couldn't fall asleep." Alex leaned over to
whisper while his folks were occupied, "We should go to Marcus Ware to see
if this can be fixed." He wasn't quiet enough because his dad said,
"No. You two aren't going anywhere today. We have lots of errands and
chores and we need your help." He then went through a list of the places
that we were to go. Head to the garden store to get bags of mulch and then
a couple hours of yard work, take clothes to the laundry, go to the grocery
store and then home again to put the groceries away, then back out to take
these bags of donations to the thrift store. It looks like we were going to
be out all day.

We ate breakfast and then Alex and I washed the dishes. We couldn't discuss
what happened anymore because his parents were sitting right there going
over what was needed. Then the four of us went to the garden center to get
the bags of mulch and soil, flowers too. Back home, I headed to the back
yard with Alex and his folks to get started.

It seemed that we were all out there all day, but his folks had allotted
just two hours we worked hard so we could finish before then. With the yard
spruced up, we headed inside feeling sticky with sweat. It was time to
shower before we continued our day. He opened the closet and we saw that
there was a mixture of his clothes and mine which were sized for the body I
had now. However, we shared the same supply of socks and underwear.

There were more socks and more briefs of all sorts in the drawer. There was
no differentiation between those for me and those for him. He got a pair of
regular briefs to wear and I decided on trunk briefs. In the safety of his
room, he gave me pointers on cleanliness for uncircumcised guys.

We went on the rest of our errands and didn't return home until early
evening when it was time for dinner. We were so exhausted, we went out for
pizza. We came back home and just had a couple of relaxing hours before
bedtime. During all this time, there was no hint that I was reverting. We
were in shorts, again he wore a tank and I was shirtless, and he asked if I
thought I would remain as Leo.

I looked out the window and said, "My name is Leo now. Check it out." I got
Alex's attention to look out with me.

-----

Alex and Leo, the Kahill twins, look out their window at the house next
door. There is a teenager who is also getting ready for bed. The person in
that room looks at the boys and waves at them enthusiastically. Leo's phone
buzzes and he picks it up with heart beating. He shakily says, "Hello?" A
cheerful voice said, "Good night Alex. Good night Leo."

It is their next door neighbor Matthew Welch.

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