Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 04:53:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Face of Desire 2

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.
Today's story is a continuation of The Face of Desire. Matthew Welch has
become Leo. He used to be a skinny teen, but he is now the twin of Alex
Kahill who is a muscular youth. The two brothers now confront a world where
they exist and a youth named Matthew still lives next door. If this sounds
like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go
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The Face of Desire: Chapter 2

"Now, who's this?" I studied the face on the phone presented to me like a
flash card. The name is somewhere in my head. I know that the guy's name
starts with the letter D. Is he Doug? Dylan? Dalton? I think I've got this
and announce, "Dan." My brother Alex buzzes, "Err! It's Deshaun. Can you
tell me what he is?" I was more certain about that. "He's our cousin. His
parents are Jonathan and Rachel who is Pops' sister. She's the third oldest
after him." My brother nods approvingly, "What else can you tell me about
him." I answer, "He raps and he also acts. He does character voices and can
do a great impression of Kermit the Frog. He raps under the name of Dash
Frog because he loves frogs and Dash sounds like Deshaun. His full name is
Anthony Deshaun Magee, but he prefers to go by Deshaun." He smiles, "Not
too bad Leo. Not too bad. You're getting better remembering our
family. Now, let's move on to life events." He starts quizzing me on
memories that I would have had shared as his twin. It wasn't that I had
amnesia. Until about a month ago, there was no such person as Leonardo
Kahill.

A month ago, I used to be known as Matthew Welch. I was a skinny White kid
who lived next to Alexander Kahill who was a sizzling hot Black teen. I was
long overdue to replace my underwear. I would look outside my window and
watch Alex take his clothes off as he got ready for bed. I was drawn to
what he wore. Mine were mundane white briefs. He wore trunk and low rise
briefs mostly of all sorts of colors. I loved the way they curved around
his athletic body and highlighted both the front goods and the back
goods. I wanted to look just as good as him, but I was afraid of the gym
because I was worried about looking foolish. Asking me to put in the hours
needed to achieve what he had was like asking me to sprout wings and fly.

Although I didn't have the athletic body he did, I wanted to buy the same
underwear he did. He referred me to a place called Marcus Ware which was an
apparel store that only catered to men of African descent. At first, I was
met with suspicion. I wasn't allowed to buy anything and the men there gave
my wary looks. That all changed when I showed Mr. Glenn, the manager, the
business card that Alex gave me. I bought the briefs that caught me eyes
the most, the low rise ones.

I fell in love with them from the moment I saw them and as I soon as I
placed them on my body, I experienced such energy that I had never felt
before. I thought to myself that this must be what Alex feels every time he
puts them on. I knew my image would be different, but I thought I would
just look more mature. No. Over the next few days, I physically changed. I
grew taller and more muscular. My skin tone darkened too until reality
twisted and I woke up as Alex's twin known to all as Leo Kahill. The only
feature that differentiated us was our hair. His was cropped short while I
had a fade with twists.

That first week was a gauntlet because I was worried that this reality
would throw a curveball at me by Leo having skills I lacked. Based on what
I could tell, Leo was as gun-ho on physical fitness as his twin. However,
he did not share his interest in playing sports. Leo may look like Alex,
but he had more in common with Matthew. Maybe that was the trade-off? Your
mind has been place inside a duplicate of Alex Kahill's body and that form
has its own name and history, but most of the Matthew persona remains
inside. My phone number was the same and so were my identification
numbers. My school schedule was the same and I belonged to the same media
club.

The main difference between old Matthew and Leo was that the former enjoyed
history while the latter excelled in biology. Ichthyology, the study of
fish, was a hobby of his and he wore a shark tooth necklace as a sign of
his interest. My new family goes down to Dallas every other year to have
Thanksgiving with Deshaun's family and last time we were there, I bought
this necklace. I recognized Alex's books so it was easy to tell which ones
were mine. Several were about fish or about the sea. Why? I didn't know and
Alex was in the same boat as me, sailing these unfamiliar waters. We spent
as much time as we could to piece our past from what we could tell around
us. I spent a great deal browsing my phone and looking at my
pictures. Those pictures I took on my last day as Matthew Welch were still
on my phone, but I now was posing in the room I shared with Alex. Plus, my
brother was standing next to me and he was also posing in briefs. I would
put my earbuds in and watch the videos Leo recorded. I use the word watch
loosely because I would just close my eyes and listen to his voice. He was
proud to be who he was: a gay Black youth. As I got ready for bed, I looked
at myself in the mirror and repeated his words of encouragement. "I am a
Black man and I am wonderful. I am gay and I am awesome."

Monday arrived. Alex and I scrambled to get ready because we were not used
to the change in bath times, but we managed to make it on time. Like many
carryovers from my time as Matthew, I had the same locker. I opened it up
and all the contents were the same except the inside of the locker door was
a collage of faces all belonging to the same man: Michael B. Jordan. I had
always thought that he was hot, but it was clear that he was number one in
Leo's book. In the middle of the collage is the actor wearing a red
unbuttoned shirt and crisp jeans. He smiles as he poses on a log bench
against a pleasant sky.

I tread carefully in my classes. When teachers called on Leo, it took me a
couple of seconds longer to react if they had said Matthew. I tried to not
talk with him too much but he made it hard for me. He could tell that
something was wrong with me. "What's wrong? Have I upset you in some way?
You keep avoiding me." He places his hand on mine, worried.

I knew that something like this would happen. Matthew and Alex were good
friends, but that friendship wouldn't be anything more than that no matter
how much Matthew wanted it. Here, he had found his special
someone. Me. There were photos of us holding hands, us snuggling, and me
holding him in my arms. This world's Matthew had achieved what I had
not. He had scored himself a Kahill as a boyfriend.

I look at him. How I wish I could tell him the truth. I tell him instead,
"No. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I didn't get much sleep
this weekend. Bad dreams. That's all." I place my arms around him and said,
"You're my cuddlebud and I'd be lost without you." Cuddlebud. That was the
name we used for each other. It had a nice lovey dovey ring to it. I peck
him on the cheek and let him out of my arms. We are still holding hands and
he asked, "Still taking me out on a date this Friday?" I had been prepared
for that also. There was a movie coming out that I had really wanted to see
but, as Matthew, I had no one to go with except for my parents. Even then,
they didn't seem to keen on seeing it with me. It was looking like I would
be going solo. Here, two guys with the same interests plus being boyfriends
equals having a date. A text to Matthew dated late last week said, "It's a
date then. Alex says he's so jealous. He's staying home while Jolene's
having a girl's night out." A picture accompanied it. It was a selfie of
Leo with Alex in the background. He pulls at his lips with his index
fingers and makes goofy eyes in playfully protest. "Yup. Load up on pizza
and salad and then off to the show."

On Wednesday, I met my first new relatives. Alex told me that Mama's
parents had gone on a three week cruise and we were going to pick them up
that day from the airport. He tried to run interference for me, but our
parents shot eye beams at him. Of course studies are important, but they
are our grandparents and we can certainly spare a couple hours. We piled
into the family SUV and headed to the airport.

Our names are Alexander James and Leonardo Paul. Our first names were drawn
out of a hat. First, let us choose how many syllables our babies' names
will be. Next, let's go to the box that goes with that number. Four
syllables it is. Pops picks one out and holds up the name of
Alexander. Mama holds up the scrap of paper that displays the name of
Leonardo. Our middle names come from our grandpas. James is the name of
Pops' dad and Paul is Mama's Dad's name.

Years ago, people used to be able to wait by the gate. Tougher rules meant
an end to that so we await their return in baggage claim. The PA comes on
and announced that our grandparents' flight has arrived. We stand up and it
isn't too much longer.

Matthew's maternal grandparents were very reserved. They would never wear
anything with that many colors and they weren't as animated. My new
grandparents were vivacious.  Grandpa Paul, despite being half a foot
shorter than me, gripped me in his arms as hard as he could and jostled me
around, or at least he tried to. "Hey there LP. How you've been?" I look
down and said, "Fine. Grandpa. Fine. Couldn't be more awesome." My brother
and I exchange grandparents and Grandma Ruthie reaches up and pulls my neck
down so she can give me some honey. Thank goodness Alex went
first. Otherwise I would have been totally confused. She kisses me on the
cheeks and lets me go. Now since that's over, we head to parking lot. In
the SUV, my brother and I sit in the back.

On the way to their home, they ask me a question that blindsided me. My
grandpa asks me, "How's that boyfriend of yours?" My face twitches, "Huh?
Matthew? He's doing swell. We have a date this Friday." Grandma Ruthie
smiles, "He seems like such a nice boy. Next time we come by for dinner,
you should bring him by so we can meet him."

I just met them, but I felt more comfortable talking about being in a
relationship with another boy than I did with my previous
grandparents. When I was Matthew, my grandparents on my mom's side were
never accepting of my sexuality. When I was 12, I had just came out to my
parents and wanted to come out to the rest of my family. Big mistake. My
grandpa went on a tirade saying that it wasn't my fault because I was
turned gay by today's media and my grandma just stuck her head in the sand
like an ostrich and chose to ignore everything else I said that night. It
became the unmentionable and I never told anyone else how I felt until Alex
arrived.

Alex moved to Sageglen from the other side of town. He was unfamiliar with
the area and he asked me to show him around. I like to help people if I can
and did for Alex, but my eagerness to assist was boosted by my attraction
to him. He would wear form fitting tops usually and I loved the way his
shirts clung to his firm pecs and biceps. I had a hot guy with me and I
could pretend that we were an item. It was better than risking
rejection. However, he caught on eventually that the glimmer in my eyes
wasn't just based on friendship. He asked if I thought he was attractive. I
remembered the shame I felt four years prior and I wanted to believe that
he would accept me so I gambled. I said that I had taking a shine to him
ever since he had moved in. He was a source of strong desires. I was
prepared for the worst. Not only did he accept me, he seemed okay with me
gawking at his nearly naked body from my window. "I am certainly not going
to stop you." Unfortunately, he was straight. "If I had a thing for guys,
you'd be the first one I'd hook up with."

I told my grandparents, "I'll be sure to ask." During the rest of the
drive, they talked about the cruise and promised to show slides soon. We
arrived at their house which was sitting elevated on a corner
lot. Surrounded by a ten foot tall fence, the home's yard was small. There
was no driveway in the front. Rather, people parked in the back. The door
there led straight into the dining room.

Grandpa tossed me the house keys and asked me to open the door for
them. One key, two key, and a third. The door opens. Alex says, "I'll go
disable the alarm." I stand in the dining room wondering where he has gone
off to as my eyes scan the area. Seems like a nice place. Mama says to me,
"Leo. Stop standing there and move aside to let your grandparents in." I
get my head out of the clouds and sheepishly say, "Sorry Mama." We have
refreshments of juice and cookies. While our parents our talking to Mama's
parents, Alex shows me around. He pointed out my other new relatives. "I'm
the youngest grandson and there're lots of pictures of me. There you are
now."  There was one picture of us as little kids posing with a man in a
turtle costume at a theme park. Same event from Alex's childhood, but it
was one that I was now a part of. "Boys? Time to go." Alex looks down the
hall, "Coming Pops."

Friday is here and I am so jittery. I have never been on a date. I get
dressed and Alex inspects me and offers advice. "Don't sweat it Leo. His
fixtures may be different, but a date is a date. Here." He opens up the
drawer on his side of the desk and tosses me something. I open my hand and
see a couple of condoms in my palm. I am appalled, "Alex!" He holds up his
hands, "You never know." I hiss, "You know what you're saying, right?
You're talking about me fucking my ass." He said, "First, that's Matthew's
ass now. Second, tell me that you've never thought about me pounding your
butt when you were Matthew. Third, he doesn't know that you used to be
him. Look. All he sees is Leo Kahill, one fine Black dude."

As much as his words irritated me, what he said was the truth. I remembered
the dream I had days ago with me as Leo being serviced by Matthew. I looked
at my brother. I was ashamed, but not enough to vocally dispute the
truth. "Yea. You're right. Remember that night you came by to give me the
card to Marcus Ware? You said that maybe you could be convinced to be with
a guy?" He said a little too eagerly, "Yup." I said, "I so wanted to pull
those briefs down, take your dick, and shove it into my mouth." Alex said,
"That's why you should take these trinkets. Take me and Jolene. We've never
done it, but we've come very close. When the hormones are pounding in your
nuts and you ache for release, it's best to be prepared. You better get
going bro." He gives me a teammate slap on the butt to get me going.

I exit my house and there's Matthew sitting on the porch of his house. His
head perks up and he comes down the steps and races to me. I place my arm
around his waist and give him a peck on the cheek. "Ready to go?" He looks
up at me and says, "I'm so ready." We walked back to my side and we climb
into the jeep that used to belong to Alex Kahill alone. Always a passenger,
now I am the motorist. I press the ignition and away we go.

Our intended eatery was Sal's Slices. It sold other stuff besides pizza
like spaghetti and lasagna, but if you want pizza done right, come here. We
both get the house salad but he gets a supreme pizza and I order a
veggie. We both have root beer. We had plenty of time because we had picked
a movie time that would give us the time to eat at a relaxed pace. I wanted
this to be my treat so I would pay for tonight. Matthew paid for our date
last time and he would the next time. With the meal paid, we took turns
washing up. He left to make use of the bathroom to wash-up. As I saw him
pass by, my eyes headed down his back and down to his rear. Alex was
right. I was Leo and I desired to be with Matthew.

I drove down the street and I was enjoying Matthew's company. I soon saw
flashing blue and red lights in my rearview mirror. No. No. This couldn't
be happening, but it was. I pulled off to the side into a parking lot. Alex
had advised me what to do. Set your phone up so it can record. Have a copy
of your license and registration out so you never have your hands out of
sight. Place them on the dashboard. Be clear and concise and respectful. I
am ready as best as I can. The lights pass by as the police car races after
its intended target. Matthew reaches over and holds me, calming me. We
continue our way to the theater.

We stand in line for the movie and easily get tickets. No refreshments for
us. First, we already ate. Second, I don't care for popcorn. This Matthew
is the same. We head to the auditorium and sit down to enjoy the flick
called Bloodmoon Protocol.

A couple hours later, we head back to my jeep and head home. It is nearly
10pm. We had plenty of time to get home before curfew that my parents
set. Matthew didn't have one because he only went out with me and my
parents imposed an 11pm curfew for me and Alex. We pull up into my driveway
and get ready to call it a night. I escort back to his house with my arm
around his waist. I say good night and lower my head to kiss him, a peck on
the cheek. Not what he was wanting. He grabs my waist and plants his lips
on mine and slips his tongue inside mine. Surprise registers less than a
second and my tongue dances with his. I draw him close and feel his
back. Lower and lower my hands go until they find his butt. I give it a
good rub with my right hand. He takes both of his and plants them on the
bottom that I had adored when I was in his shoes. As we embraced, our cocks
throbbed against each other and mine started to leak. We parted before
things get any more extreme. I press the doorbell and Mrs. Welch greets us.

This is the first time I'm meeting my former parents as Leo. "We're back."
She asks us to come inside. "Can I get you anything Leo?" I shake my head
and let her know, "No ma'am. I'm fine." Here comes Mr. Welch with a mug of
Darjeeling tea. He takes a swig and asked how the movie was. I let them
know, "Pretty decent werewolf flick. At least it played like a spy thriller
unlike most. The whole guy gets bitten and goes on a rampage plot gets
tiring after a while." We give each other one last hug and I wish Matthew
and his parents a good night.

Back in our room, Alex is still up and is chatting with one of his friends
while he's reading Macbeth. "I'll talk to you later Ty, my bro just got
back from his date." Tyrus's voice comes in through the speaker phone,
"Awesome. Catch you later." Alex replies, "Laters." I close the door and he
the first thing that he asks me, "How was the movie?" I threw my wallet and
keys on the desk, "Before we got to the theater, I thought I was going to
be pulled over for DWB, but the cop car headed elsewhere. The movie?
Refreshing when compared to other werewolf movies."

Since it is nearly bed time, I start to take my clothes off to exchange
them for pajamas. I just took of my jeans when he naughtily grinned, "So,
did you treat Matthew to some dark chocolate?" I looked up, "Huh?" I
sheepishly looked away, "No, but we did get a little frisky on his
porch. We played a little grab ass." His eyes beam, "Cool." I go brush my
teeth and return to our bedroom. I close my eyes and sleep wondrously, my
head full of imaginings of Matthew. Me holding Matthew. Me undressing
him. More.

"We're here." I woke up. I sat next to my brother and our parents were in
the front of the family SUV. I must have dozed off during the ride to
Dallas and was in REM land where I was with Matthew and we got busy. I
fight with my hardon in my jeans and deftly pull my shirt over it. I
grabbed my dufflebag or I thought it was. Alex says, "That's mine. This is
yours." We exchange our bags and get out.

The door opens and it is Deshaun. He's shorter than me and my brother. His
body shape and height reminds me of Matthew. He also has his hair in
twists, but his are much longer. Think broccoli. We head inside and head to
his room. Along the way, I keep my eyes in scan mode to get layout of my
aunt and uncle's house.

Deshaun's room seems stuffed and cluttered, not pristine like our room. He
hurriedly cleans up and stuffs everything into the closet. "Sorry. I was
busy." Alex asks, "How's that song going?" He left out a puff of
frustration, "Lousy. I tarted it, but I hit a roadblock. After dinner, I'll
let you listen to what I have." He hauls out a plastic bag and takes out a
deflated air mattress. He hooks up the generator and it starts to enlarge.

We head to the dining room for chitchat while the finishing touches are
made to the Thanksgiving meal. They asked me and Alex how things were
going. I answered as best as I could. I integrated myself into the dynamic
that was going on well enough. We ate well and it seemed that we had been
sitting at the table for hours. We all watched TV until the evening came to
a close. Deshaun said, "Hey, me and the guys are gonna go to my
room. Okay?" He is dismissed and we head back to his room.

He closes the door and turns on the stereo. Rap music starts playing and he
lowers it so we can talk. The conversation becomes more casual. Alex talks
about his Jolene and Deshaun talks about his girl. Their discourse wavers
between risqué and clearly pornographic. I sit there just listening to
the unfamiliar music. Don't ask me to name either songs or artists because
I couldn't any in a million years. My cousin then breaks his silence,
"Yo. Earth to Leo. I asked you what's that White boy's name, your
boyfriend?"

My eyes twitch, "Matthew." Deshaun nodded, "That's the one. How's that
working out? You got into his pants yet?" Alex I can kinda understand being
curious about my relationship with my former self. Here was someone I just
met and he was interested in my love life. I felt uncomfortable but I got
the vibe that I could share my wants freely without judgment. What we would
say would not leave this room. "No. Not yet. See, we went on a date a few
weeks ago. He went off to the lavatory and I scoped him out. He kinda got a
flat butt but one I can't wait to make use of with this." I take my hand
and outline my dick with it. It wasn't just something made up. I thought
about it every now and then.

With tales of our urges behind us, Alex asks Deshaun about the song he was
working on. "Yea. That's right. Here's what I got so far." He hands me and
my bro a page each. I was a poor judge of its quality, but I could tell it
was a work in progress. How was I supposed to know what my cousin had so
far was good or not? Deshaun told us that he was going to sing while we
read his lyrics to see what we think. He began to rap and I read along. My
head and Leo's bob to the beat, but it's over too soon. "I've been working
on it for a month. Argh. I should scrap the entire thing and start over."
Alex was encouraging him to continue while I stayed silent. I just read and
reread the lyrics. I whispered the words and the beat. "Can I try?"

Alex and Deshaun look at me. My cousin's mouth curves into a smile. That's
hopeful. No. He starts to snicker, "Yo. Preppy wants to rap." He continues
to laugh until Alex gives him a glare. He settles down and says, "Go on
then." He brings out his phone and hits record but he lets out one last
tease, "This ought to be good for a laugh."

I stand up. I really hope I don't make a fool of myself. I had the words
bubbling in my throat and all I wanted to do was get them out. I look at
the page and I motion with my hands like Deshaun as I start to rap the
lyrics he has so far and I go beyond. I take Leo's feelings about himself
and add subtle references how I used to be someone else, how my world
changed. My well soon runs dry and I looked at them. "How did I do?"

Deshaun stops recording, "Pretty awesome. I never knew you had it in you."
I tell him the truth, "Just feelings I've had these past few weeks." He
declares, "That was more that great for your first time." I look at him and
said, "You're not saying that just because we're cousins?" He looks at me
and scoffs, "Naw. You helped big time." I ask him if he can send my
performance to me. He utters, "Sure thing. I'll send you the video." He
hits a couple of buttons and my phone pings. We look at the time and
Deshaun starts to yawn. "Time for bed bros."

He takes out a couple of pillows and a couple of sheets out of the
closet. After Alex and I return from the bathroom, the makeshift bed is
ready. "Night yall." The rap songs he loves are our lullabies and I close
my eyes and doze.

Nudge. Nudge. A whisper, "Yo. Leo. You awake?" My head struggles to
focus. I was so deeply asleep. I sleepily look up, "What's up Deshaun? What
time is it?" It is dark in the room and the only illumination comes from
his stereo and his lava lamp. He whispers, "I want to thank you for your
help from earlier." I was woken up for this? "Couldn't it wait to morning?"
He said, "Yea, but I need your help again." I looked up, "With what?" He
replied, "With this."

My eyes adjust and sticking out of his boxers was a rock hard cock. It was
about six and a half inches long, but just a bit thicker than the one
sported by me and my twin. It swings back and forth, hypnotizing me. I
snapped out of it, "Here? What about my bro? What if he wakes up?" Deshaun
chuckles, "He's deep asleep. He won't be waking until morning. Besides,
that never stopped you two from enjoying some brotherly bonding every now
and then." I sit up and look at the unaware Alex. He got to be kidding,
right? I just met him, but deep inside I know that he's truthful. He
strokes himself slowly, "Man, if I had a gay bro who enjoys the taste of
cock, I'd give this to him any time he wanted." My hands went up seemingly
by themselves and I lowered his shorts. He steps out of them and I pull him
down so he can sit on my chest. His knees nestle in the crooks of my
armpits.

Deshaun feels my cheeks, "I look forward to this every time we get
together." He was a stranger to my eyes but my mouth was no stranger to
him. I grab his piece with one hand and reach for his butt with the other
to spur him forward. Inch by inch, he stuffs my mouth. My tongue swirls
around the shaft and flicks the slit. His top half doesn't move much, but
his waist swings back and forth. "Mmm, you must make your homies feel so
damn good knowing that there's a mouth ready to please them." He grunted
and grunted as he drove himself in and out. Alex was stirring. Do we
separate before he wakes? There's still time. No. I want to
continue. Deshaun wants to continue.

A moan from my twin, "Hey? What's going on?" He rubs his eyes sleepily and
the first thing he sees is Deshaun's ass flex as he drives himself into
me. "What are you doing to my bro?" Our cousin doesn't miss a beat, "What
does it look like? I'm getting sucked off." Alex hisses, "Why are you
making him do that? Get off of him." He looks down at my face and our
cousin retorts, "I ain't making him do anything. Leo likes it, don't ya?"
My voice is muffled, "It's fun." They don't understand me because my mouth
is occupied so I give a thumb's up. It looks like Alex's fed up. He reaches
for Deshaun's dick and pulls it out of my mouth. Has he saved me? He taps
me to get me up to my feet. He pulls me towards Deshaun's bed and he tosses
shorts and underwear off before he sits down. "Why don't you shuck those
pajamas Leo? Looks like you're getting cramped down there." I didn't even
wait for him to finish. As soon as he to take my clothes off, my hands are
at my waist band right away. Usually Alex wears a tank and I do not. It was
the same here. All he is left with is his tank. I am unshielded. As soon as
pulled off my underwear, my boner sprung.

Alex only has to look down at his crotch and nods his head a bit. I get on
my knees and look at him. I open wide and finally get to snack on the
sausage I had been craving for two years. I enclosed my lips around the
full length and savored the texture of the shaft and spongy glans. I looked
up at my twin brother and he looks down into my eyes. He knows that I am on
Cloud Nine. He grips my head in his hands softly and thrusts. Deshaun sits
next to him and strokes as he looks at our brotherly bonding. He's closer
than Alex and coos, "I'm about to bust a nut. Where you want it Leo?" I
lift my hand and position my fingers downward over my face. I wiggle my
fingers. I want it on my face. "You got it."  He positions his penis
towards the middle of my face and whomps it. Squirt. Squirt. Then squirt
some more. Beads of jizz flow down my face. Satisfied, he leans back and
watches the rest of the show.

As I bob up and down on Alex, I'm taking care of my own shlong. My balls
are churning and my dick is leaking badly. I look up at him and never take
my eyes off of him. Alex grips the sheets and starts shaking. He struggles
to hold off the explosion as long as he can, but he gave up. Bursts of bro
juice erupt into my mouth. The taste is everything that I had imagined it
would be. My throat contracts as I swallow every drop. I slowly withdraw
him from my mouth and gently squeeze the glans to make sure that nothing
remains. Alex's breathing slows and he jostles my hair, "Did you enjoy how
I tasted?" I nodded, "That was awesome." He looks at my hand which is
hidden, "You cum yet?" I told him that I hadn't. Deshaun smirks, "Climb
aboard to the other side of me and get going."

I join them on the bed and lean back. Only I am fully naked. I juggle my
nuts with my left and stroke slowly with my right. Spent masculinity
permeates the air. The pressure increases and increases. My mouth purses as
I can't hold back anymore. Semen shoots out into the air and falls back
onto my dark brown skin. I look at my brother and cousin. We have a good
chuckle, "That was a good load Leo." They close their hands and fist bump
me which I give back. I sigh contently, "It sure was. Wew." With our needs
handled, we get back to sleep.

Friday morning arrives and we all have breakfast before we say our goodbyes
and head back up north to Oklahoma City. When we get back home, we toss our
used clothes into the hamper. My brother leans towards me and whispers,
"That was fun. I'm definitely open to giving this to you again." He takes
his hand and outlines his cock. I tell him, "Anytime you want, my mouth is
there."

The rest of November faded and here is December. End of Fall Semester
events like finals. Battening down the hatches, my brother and I are kept
inside. Devices kept out of our hands and very much out of reach. No going
out and scant screen time. There is one bit of fun afforded to us, but just
between bros.

Sometimes after we are really sure our parents are asleep, Alex will lower
his shorts and pull at his fly to haul out his dick. That is clue number
one. A head tilt is clue two. Sometimes he will come to my side or I will
walk over to his. I've already taken mine out. We sit on the bed and
recline against the head board and jack off. Occasionally, he'll let me
wrap my hand around his meat and watch as I please him. I usually have my
free hand around my own, but Alex reaches over a couple of times. Does this
make him gay? I tell him, "We are just two guys enjoying being guys." Our
pace is slow at first as we savor the shaft journeying through enclosed
fingers but soon our pieces demand greater attention. Quicker and quicker
we go. Together, we blast off. Sometimes, we hit ourselves with our own
jizz. Other times, we unload on each other. Thus ends most of our
nights. Every now and then though, he will reach for the back of my neck
and push me down towards his crotch so I can suck him off.

One weekend, the four of us get dressed up and go to a studio so we can get
our picture taken. Michael and Charlotte sit in the front while we, their
strapping sons, stand behind them. We get many prints and send them to
friends and relatives. Holidays come and go. Flip the page to begin a new
year. Here we go, last months of High School.

One of the big episodes for the Kahill household was Alex declaring which
college he would play ball with. Out of all the schools that courted his
talents, he selected Rice University down in Houston. I had been accepted
for college also. It is a small school named Durant College. It was just
outside the town of Boerne, also in Texas. It was partly my choice. I had
reviewed Leo's short list of schools and out of these, Durant College
seemed the best choice.

Another wonderful event was that I lost my virginity. Matthew's parents had
contacted mine for a favor. To celebrate their 25th anniversary in
February, they would be going on a two week trip through Ireland. They
asked my folks if he could stay over at our place during that time. There
was no hesitation, they welcomed him in.

The days with Matthew in our house were not much different than those I had
known. When I was him, he would have dinner with the Kahill family every
now and then. This Matthew behaved the same. The only substantial change in
our routine was that five people now made use of the shower and other
amenities.

Baseball season was starting up so Alex would go to school in the jeep
while I carpooled with Matthew. As for sleeping arrangements, we did have a
sleeping bag for him. That was quickly abandoned in favor of sharing my
bed. It was during one of these nights that the Moment happened.

During the nights in bed with Matthew, he would be in front of me and my
arm would around his body. We would be dressed minimally in the same ways:
bare-chested with shorts. One night, he was exceptionally frisky. During
the night, he had slipped his shorts off. He kept grinding his
cotton-covered ass against my cock, teasing it to erection. My body
responded and I started to hump into him. I was only partially aware of
what I was doing. I whispered, "You making me so horny Matthew. Stop before
I go off." His next words were startling and inviting at the same time,
"Fuck me." I was on the fence before, but now I wanted to shove this Black
pole of mine up his White ass more than anything else. "You want this?" He
reaches behind him and slips his hand inside my briefs to grip my aching
boner. "Yes. I want it inside me." Go fuck yourself indeed.

I nudge him over so I can get out of bed. I push my underwear and shorts
off. Where does Alex keep those condoms and lube? He wakes up and sees my
bare body about, "What are you two up to?" I didn't want to hide anything,
"Matthew and I are going to fuck." He turns on his lamp and hands me the
goods, "Have fun." Matthew climbs out of bed to take the rest of his
clothes off, "We will."

I bring the bottle back to my bed and Matthew takes the condom package from
me and sits on the bed. I stand in front of him so I can get dressed, so to
speak. No need to work on given me an erection. It is ready. He opened the
packet and looks at the condom intently. He has never seen one before. He
puts it over my glans and unrolls it over my penis. He then takes the lube
and squirts it all over it. He gets on his back and raises his legs. So
that's how he wants it.

Alex pulls up a chair close to us so he can witness the Moment. Matthew
rests his feet on my shoulders as I position myself at his entrance. How to
do this? Yes, I know. It goes in the hole. I'm not stupid. With one hand on
his thigh and another around myself, I prod at him. The hole is shy towards
the visitor but opens up just a little. My brother and I see the Moment
that my cockhead disappears into my boyfriend and our virginity is gone.

First half inch is no problem, but I go slowly with the next seven inches
to allow him time to get used to the entirety. Alex looks at our intimate
areas, the place where my skin met Matthew's, as I push more into him. I
have reached base. I am totally inside him. In and out. In and out. It is a
rhythm that comes naturally to biological organisms.

Alex has taken his clothes off and sits back down as he tugs at his
dick. It looks like he want to join, but doesn't want to spoil what is
going on. Matthew looks at his busy hand and said, "I don't mind being
shared, do you Leo?" I look at my brother and boyfriend, "No." Alex doesn't
want to have a go with Matthew's butt, but he could use his mouth.

Pillows are thrown on the floor and I carry my boyfriend to the floor. On
all fours he goes while Alex takes position in the front and I resume my
place behind Matthew. I go back in him and Alex gets sucked off. My pace
quickens. I need to cum badly. Where does he want it? Matthew speaks with
muffled voice because it is stuffed with Alex meat. My brother pulls
himself so we can hear what he said, "Please unload in me." Let's give our
neighbor what he wants. Alex puts himself back in while I continue to
thrust. Faster. Faster. I groan, "Ugh, Ugh. I'm. I'm gonna. I'm cumming."
My shaft twitches inside him, condom filling up. Spent, my pace slows. Alex
picks up the pace. He's moaning too, "Drink it all up thirsty boy." Matthew
nods in compliance and swallows my brother's offering.

We get up and Matthew kisses me, thanking me. He hugs Alex to thank him
also. We clean up and discreetly dispose of the used condom. We get back to
bed. A few days later, he is home again.

The remaining weeks speed by and the Senior ceremonies are here: Finals,
Prom, Graduation. Alex takes Jolene and I take Matthew. This is a dream
come true for the both of us. If you had told the old me that he would be
dancing at prom with one of the hottest guys at our school, I would have
said that you were joking.

Some weeks later, I am in line and so are dozens others. We all are wearing
blue. We shuffle forward one by one. The Principal announces us one by one
and eventually, "Alexander James Kahill." Pause and shake. "Leonardo Paul
Kahill" Pause and shake.

The Principal asks all to stand to celebrate the newest graduation class.
We toss our hats into the air. It is the end of a chapter. Another will
begin.

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