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 wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
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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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