Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2024 18:17:31 +0000
From: JD <JoshuaDraken@protonmail.com>
Subject: Buying Landon's Underwear - chapter 9

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Chapter 9 (m,b,t sexting, underwear fetish) Hello Connor!!
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For the next couple days I was in a constant state of arousal and fatigue
- quite a mix really. I went nowhere and did nothing except wait for
Landon to send me more videos and pictures. I was captive to his
schedule. I knew that he couldn't send everything all at once, but damn!
waiting for vids of my favorite 12-year-old neighbor boy was
nerve-wracking.

After he said he'd send them, I immediately became one of Pavlov's dogs;
every time my phone dinged, I got an erection. Landon was inadvertently
using classical training on me, and I was a very willing subject. In one
of my clearer mental states, I began to wonder at the shift in our
dynamic; Landon was now totally in control - he dictated my reactions -
even if he didn't know what he was doing.

I often thought that if boys understood how much power they have over the
men who love them, that they would rule the world. But I guess that had
already come true; Landon ruled my world.

The first video after the one where he made his own cum shot undies was
only 30 seconds long. It started very shaky but quickly focused on
Caiden, Landon's delightful little dick. The view was down his body,
Caiden clearly visible, as he stood over the toilet. My heart skipped a
beat as Landon began to pee. I watched his light touch guiding and
directing Caiden on target. I watched the boy's urine splash into the
bowl, part of me was sad that I wasn't there to drink it down. The video
ended when Landon was done peeing. So beautiful.

My phone dinged again.

- that ok?

- Ok? That was awesome! I wish I was there!

- lol u didnt no me

- What do you mean?

- was 10

- That was 2 years ago? Wow, you are full of surprises. I love it! Send
EVERYTHING! I've ordered the Steam Deck already.

- YEAH!

- I love you.

- u2 :) ttyl

Oh! My heart skipped another beat, I knew he was not referring to the
Dublin rockers. I checked the metadata on the video and, sure enough, it
was from 2 years ago. I watched it again and again. Caiden was smaller
but still so fucking cute.

He hadn't lived across the street then, they'd moved in only about 9
months ago...I thought. I hadn't really paid attention to the houses in
my neighborhood. I spent most of my time in the back office. I'd never
even thought of putting a camera in the guest room watching the neighbors
until last week. I hadn't had a reason.

The second video was Landon flexing in the mirror with his shirt off. He
was 10 (according to the metadata). He was so cute as a 10-year-old. He
smiled and flexed his little bicep. There wasn't much there, but he was
wonderfully defined. Boys have beautiful physiques. All they have to do
is be themselves, and they are fit and trim. Landon was certainly lithe
and supple. He was clearly active, no baby fat or fleshy bits around his
middle. His bone structure was clear but not prominent. He was not too
skinny or fat - he was perfect. His young smile and his blond hair melted
me.

My heart ached at his innocence and youth. I quickly ordered several
video picture frames so I could constantly play videos and show pictures
of Landon around my house. I wanted to see him all the time. What I
wanted most of all was to see his smile.

There were several more videos of Landon flexing as he got a little bit
older in each video. Each one more precious than the last. One video was
of him in the shower, but the frosted glass and steam quickly made his
naked body indistinguishable. There was a quick view of his bare chest as
he set the phone on the counter facing the shower, and then a poignant
picture of his posterior as he got into the shower. The rest was a joy to
listen to. Landon hummed and sang in the shower. I could not make out any
words - and I don't think even he really knew the words - but hearing his
young crooning voice singing in the shower was very nice. I started to
just play that video for its audio. I loved listening to him.

A day later I got another of him in the bathroom. Just when I thought he
would pee, he turned around and sat down. He pushed his penis down
between his legs, and I heard a grunt. I turned up the sound and heard
another boyish grunt. He was shitting!! The view was of his bare crotch
with penis tucked under. Each grunt was accompanied by a flexing of his
muscles. This was a shit he was working on. Then there was the cutest
little squeak at the end of his next grunt, and I heard a quiet splash
from the bowl under him. He opened his legs and the camera moved down to
the dark opening. In the darkness of the white toilet bowl I could just
see the shadow of his turd. Then the video stopped.

I watched this video many many times. Of course, my mind couldn't help
but wonder if he would make those very cute sounds as something - like
maybe my penis - was to push into his young body. I jacked off with that
fantasy in my head, and I came right when he squeaked in the video, as I
was imagining cumming inside his perfect ass.

I texted Landon.

- The Steam Deck will be here in 3 days. I got priority shipping.

- YES TY TY TY

- Um, how many times you video yourself shitting?

- sorry

- Oh, don't be! I like that one very much!

- u do?

- Yes, you make the cutest little squeaks when something big is coming
out of your butt.

- lol

I wondered at the next text. Should I be so bold. Fuck yeah! Go for it.

- Billy wants to know if you will squeak like that when he goes in your
butt?

There was a pause that was longer than I'd expected. Just when I was
beginning to worry he responded.

- :O wow idk maybe. will it hurt bad?

- Sorry, I was just being silly. I wouldn't hurt you. EVER. Sorry,
sometimes humor is hard via text.

I didn't want him worried. I was trying to play it off like a joke.

- hey maybe home tomorrow for few. mom at class. c u?

- YES YES YES. And when you come over I will give you a key so you can
come inside anytime.

- really?

- Yeah. I trust you. I know you won't diddle me.

- lol ty. c u l8r :)

Oh, the next day was going to be a challenge, but I had work to do. I
needed to get a post up on Next Door so I could 'hire' Landon to help
with chores. I had to put cameras in every room of my house so I could
get a video of whatever he let me do, no matter where we were.

I loved the time with him on the couch, but I really wish I'd had a video
of it. I wanted to spend eternity with him. I also needed to get some
work done so that I could continue to afford to subsidize Landon's
lifestyle. If he wanted it, then I wanted the pleasure of giving it to
him - whether that was game systems, games, or Billy.

Later in the day, Landon texted me again.

- :( no time to c u tomorrow.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

- Hey, that's ok! I look forward to when you can come over.

- is ok? u not mad?

- Mad? Never mad at you. Disappointed, yes. I love seeing. I'm watching
all the vids over and over again. So very nice.

- mor coming. more pics 2

- :) You make me soooooo happy!

- nice. ttyl

My order of e-frames and cameras arrived the next day. I spent the time
installing and testing everything. I put pictures of Landon on all 3
frames: 1 in my bedroom, 1 in the guestroom, and 1 in my office. I wanted
to see him all the time.

The cameras made sure that every room in my house was wired and
controlled from my phone. I was never going to miss another Landon
encounter.

True to his word, Landon sent video after video, picture after picture. I
figured he was using me as his back up storage space. Bonus!! I loved
seeing so much of him - his smiles, his sports, his shapely little penis,
his pert and firm ass cheeks. I wished there were never enough shots of
his ass but I suspected it was hard to get a good angle on his own butt
with a cellphone. Most of the pictures seemed to be spontaneous and in
the moment. The videos were similar, but several were planned with him
putting the phone down and setting up the shot.

Among my favorites was one of Landon doing a strip tease with some EDM
playing in the background. He started by posing and then peeled off his
shirt while bouncing to the music. When he got to his shorts, he slowed
down and pushed them down in one thrust. I nearly blew my load when I saw
he was wearing the Pikachu undies he'd sold me.

He stood for a brief moment (pun intended) then moved towards the phone
till his Pikachu clad crotch was center frame. The music continued its
hypnotic beat as Landon leaned back to show off a very hard Caiden inside
the Pokemon undies. He hooked his thumbs on the fabric and began to push
them down off his young white hips.

When the head of his penis began to catch in the fabric, Landon lifted
the cloth free and outwards. He pushed down on the front of the undies so
that his solid boy nail was revealed standing up almost parallel with his
body. With his thumbs holding the waistband on either side of his cock,
he swiveled back and forth, showing Caiden off completely. Landon's glans
was red and inviting - his rod so succulent and delicious looking.

Landon slid his thumbs to the sides and pulled the undies down as he
swept them back towards his hips. Slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, Landon
pushed the Pikachu undies down and out of the view of the camera. He was
beautifully naked, rock hard, and smooth - so smooth. His fleshy little
ball sack hung loosely with 2 cute mini grapes wrapped in skin so soft it
would feel almost frictionless. His package was...stunning.

He just pivoted his hips back and forth, waving his penis before the
camera. He never touched himself, he never said a word, just displayed
himself as best he could while the techno played in the background. I was
so hard.

The music quieted rapidly and Landon bent down to stare right into the
camera with a quirky half smile, half smirk. He looked right at the
camera and said, "Do you like?" He smiled once more as he reached over
and stopped the video.

I played the video again as I fumbled in my shorts to stroke Billy and
get some relief. Fuck! Landon was amazing. The second time he said, "Do
you like?" I came so hard I saw stars and felt lightheaded. Damn! That
little fucker was a tease! He'd made that for me, I was certain, but when
I checked the metadata I saw that it was filmed before I'd met him -
about 6 months before. Who the fuck was this boy making it for? I texted
him immediately.

- Holy Fucking Shit! That strip tease was soooooo hot! OMFG!

- new u like!

- Like! I've just cum so much I need a mop and bucket!

- :P

- Who was that for?

- cnr

- Connor? Seriously? That lucky boy got that video? Wow.

- no. never sent

- Wait. You made the video but never sent it to him?

- yea

- Why?

- it was practice. cnr want me to stip 4 him. need practice.

- Oh shit! This was research for the in person strip tease with Connor!!
Wow, bet that was hot!

- :( never happend

- Why not?

- he is weird. did not want me 2 do it

- Oh, well you totally got me all hot and bothered!! You are beautiful
and such a tease. Such a tease.

- that bad?

- No! Not at all. If Connor didn't want you to do that for him, well, he
DOES NOT KNOW WHAT HE IS MISSING! If I ever see that boy, I will talk
some sense into him for you.

- ok! gotta go

I went to bed staring at a never ending loop of Landon photos on the
e-frame sitting next to my pillow. I had hot sexy dreams of him all night
and woke to his smiling digital face. Now that's the way to wake up. It
could only get better if he were here in bed with me. Ah, maybe some
happy day.

I stayed busy all day, pausing for Landon photos and videos - none as
explosive as that strip tease - but I was constantly updating the files
for the picture frames.

At 8pm there was a very unexpected knock on my door. No one knocks on my
door at 8pm. I was going to ignore it - definitely was not Landon - but
the knock came again.

I went to the door, opened it, and saw a figure in a long black
trench-coat with a black hood over their head. They were turned slightly
away from me and looking back towards the street.

"Um, can I help you?"

The figure spun around as if startled.

"Oh shit! You are home. I was kinda hoping you weren't," the figure said.

Now that they were facing me, I could tell it was a man...I was pretty
sure. They were very androgynous. Two dark eyes were looking at me from
under the black hood with long black hair falling down around the face.
No, not a man, a teen. A teen wearing all black clothing. A very pretty
and androgynous teen wearing all black clothing standing on my porch.

"You're Josh?" he asked.

"Yes...and you are Connor."

His dark eyes looked right into mine - there was intensity in his gaze.
But also caution. He broke eye contact after a couple seconds. Then his
eyes scanned my face, what I was wearing, and looked briefly past me into
the house. His gaze flicked between the ground and my shirt after that.
If Landon was all boyish enthusiasm and certainty, Connor was teenage
hesitancy and skittishness. Or, at least, that was my first impression.

"Uh, yeah." He shuffled from foot to foot. "Maybe this was a bad idea.
I'll just..."

"I can see why he likes you."

That stopped him. He turned back around to look at me. This time he
stared right at me. There was fire in his black eyes. It was my turned to
look away, but instead of looking down, I gazed at his face, taking in
his features. He had a very Asiatic face, prominent epicanthic folds and
high cheek bones framed by his black hair. My first thought was Japanese
ancestry.

"Who?" he said it almost as if it were a challenge.

"Landon."

Connor's gaze was quickly filled with pain and longing. I knew that look
- it was the way someone looks when reminded of the person they secretly
love. Connor quickly looked to the ground.

"Landon told me about you, his best friend in the world," I said lightly.
Connor looked like he would bolt, he was full of nervous tension. As I
spoke, he looked up at me again, but it wasn't a full on gaze, he was
looking through his long bangs. "He's told me about how much he likes
spending time with you, and now I understand why."

Connor started to pull in on himself - I was talking about something very
secret, very shameful for the teen.

"It's clear that he likes your intensity. There's fire in your eyes."

He stopped and quirked his head almost exactly how Landon does when he's
heard something he wasn't expecting.

"Oh my!" I smiled. "You looked just like him right then, the same way he
turns his head...he got that expression from you, didn't he?"

Connor stepped forward. "He did?" I had his complete interest now. I was
talking about his love, and saying something he hadn't known.

"Oh yes, I bet he picked up that expression from you. He said you became
friends years ago. When I was a boy, I had an older boy that I really
liked. I began to copy his mannerisms and expressions. Unfortunately, he
hated it, and we never returned my friendship. He was my hero. I think
Landon did the same with you."

"Oh, wow..." he whispered as the thought took root in his mind. Then he
began to smile. It was quick but beautiful. Connor worshiped Landon, too.

"So, Mr. Connor Landon-friend, why are you knocking on my door at 8pm at
night?"

"Oh! Sorry!" he fumbled in the folds of his coat and pulled out a small
package. It was an eBay mailer folded over and sealed with tape. "Landon
asked me to give this to you."

It was my turn to be surprised.

"Oh, really?" I reached out to take the package from him. "Did he say
what it was?"

"Not really. He just said to say CSU," Connor said with a puzzled tone.

"Oh fuck me!" I whispered as I suddenly stood rigid with my hand
outstretched.

Those were Landon's cum shot undies. Right there. Hand delivered by the
teen who also loved him but clearly didn't know what they were. My dick
started to get hard. I gingerly took the package from Connor's hands as
if it were a religious relic and I were a worshiper. But that was exactly
what it was, and that was exactly what I was.

"What is it?" Connor asked, clearly intrigued by my reaction.

"Um, well..." I stammered. How do I handle this...while standing outside.
"Where are my manners? Won't you come inside?" I looked into Connor's
smoldering eyes. "Please?" I stepped back and invited him in. "You are
soaking wet."

Connor wasn't moving. Teen hesitancy held him still.

"Landon wanted us to meet. Why else would he give you this to give to
me?" I indicated the package I held.

He looked from the package, to me, and then over his shoulder at Landon's
house. But he still wasn't moving.

"Connor, you are safe here. Please come in."

The teen cocked his head to the side and quirked the side of his mouth
exactly like Landon did when he was making an important decision. My
heart nearly burst. Then Connor nodded.

"Ok." Connor walked past me into my house. I closed the door after him
and whispered to myself, "Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the
fly."

Five steps in, Connor stopped and looked down. He was dripping water from
his soaked trench-coat on my floor. He was dripping right where Landon
had cum while I licked the boy's ass. I needed to build a shrine right
there, but I guessed it would be a tripping hazard.

"Oh, let me get you a towel. You are positively soaked." I ducked into
the guest bathroom and grabbed a large terry cloth towel from the rack. I
returned to find Connor focused on my Taormina photo of three naked boys.
Landon had noticed it too, it was kinda obvious - being three naked
Mediterranean boys in a sepia toned print hanging on my wall.

"Here you go."

Connor turned back and took the towel from me. Unlike Landon, he did not
ask why I had a photo of three naked boys on my wall, though I did catch
him peaking at it a time or four as he toweled off the worst of the
water.

"Will you take off your coat? I'll hang it up in the bathroom to drip
into the tub."

"Oh, right." Connor shed the long black trench-coat, which I dutifully
hung up in the bathroom.

He was still staring at the photo when I came back. He also wore a black
hoodie - with the hood very wet - and tight black jeans - also wet. About
the only part of him that didn't look completely inappropriate for the
rain were the pair of Dr Martens he wore on his feet. Nice sturdy boots
made the look come together. I appreciated his choice. He was toweling
off his long black hair, it was long enough to touch the middle of his
shoulder blades.

"Hey, your hoodie is also soaked. Take it off, and let me hang it up."

He didn't even bat an eye. He peeled off the hoodie and handed it to me.
Shit. Maybe this would be really easy. I just tell him to take off his
clothes and he does it. Nice. He wore a tight black t-shirt underneath
with the words Sad Goth on it in white.

"You can put your boots by the door, and I'll get you a pair of sweats to
put on so we can get those pants dried." I was seeing how far this would
go before meeting resistance. It was almost like he'd lost all his fight
when he crossed my threshold. He did seem to be very tired.

"Ok," was all he said as he sat on the edge of my armchair and started
unlacing his boots.

'Damn!' I thought to myself as I went upstairs to find some sweats for
Connor, 'Maybe I should have asked Landon just to strip when he came
over. Maybe that would have worked on him too.' Too bad teen boys weren't
really my thing. I sorted through my clothing. I found a large sweatshirt
and a pair of sweats. Unfortunately, they were grey and not black. On the
way out of the room, I grabbed one of the very large black terry cloth
bathrobes from my bathroom. Maybe Connor could put it on over the grey
sweats so he could still feel a little goth.

I found Connor standing in front of the Taormina photo on the wall. This
time he didn't look away. He pulled out his phone, looked at the display,
shook his head, and turned to me.

"Do you have a charger? My phone died earlier today."

"Yeah, there is a cable stack on the table right by the end of the couch.
One of those should fit your phone, and I think these will fit you. You
are thinner than I am so they might be a bit roomy. But they are warm and
dry.

Connor plugged his phone in, then he took the pile of clothes from my
arms. He inspected the sweats and set them on the couch. He lifted the
bathrobe, shook it out to full length, and actually smiled for the first
time. He had a very nice smile, it lit up his face. He didn't look like
an emo goth at all when he smiled.

"I like this," he said as he tossed it on the couch.

Then he peeled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a very well defined
and entirely male physique. His nipples were very prominently dark
against his very light skin. There was no hair on his chest but I saw a
couple small patches of black under each of his arms. He spun around
after tossing his tshirt on the armchair near me. His shoulder blades
were prominent and the muscles of his back were very nice indeed. I began
to question whether or not I was really only into prepubescent boys. With
his back towards me, he grabbed the edges of his jeans and began to push
them down. This was just too much for me.

"Uh, would you like some privacy? I'll just step in the other room."

With his hands on his waistband, he turned to look over his shoulder,
much the same way a certain 12-year-old had looked at me over his
shoulder when his butt was being presented to me. Had Landon told him
everything? I was suddenly the shy one.

"You said I was safe here. Am I?"

"Yes you are."

"You're not going to rape me, are you?"

"No!"

"And you have naked boys on the wall. Von Gloeden?" He nodded towards the
photo print. "Also, a reproduction of the Warren Cup and a couple Greek
vases in the china cabinet."

"Ah, you saw those, did you?"

The Warren Cup was a Greco-Roman drinking goblet with scenes of anal
intercourse on each side. That's no biggy, the Roman were really into
debauchery and orgies. What made this special to me was that one side
showed a young man sitting down on an older man's lap to be penetrated by
said older man while a servant boy watched from the door. The other side,
my favorite, showed a much younger boy taking it up the ass while lying
prone. I liked to think it was the servant boy from the first side. The
Greek vase - or rather plate - called a Kylix by the Brygos Painter,
showed an older patron with obvious erection diddling a young boy's penis
and balls. The last one was a vase that had a series of vignettes around
it showing the wooing and eventual fucking of a youth. I loved the Greeks
and their frank openness to the fuckableness of boys.

He'd stood up, turned, and was now looking straight at me with that same
fiery intensity in his eyes from earlier.

"Well, yes, you did see those. And you know what they are. I suspect you
know why I have them - what it might say about me."

I was never good at denying my attractions. The direct approach had
worked with Landon, so why not.

"When I said this was a safe place, I meant it. I will not rape you."
Then I smirked. "Tonight."

Connor immediately burst out laughing.

"Landon said I would like you. He was right," Connor said. With that,
Connor pushed his pants to the floor and stood before me in the most
exiguous pair of black briefs I'd ever seen. They were so small, they
were almost a thong. He filled them quite nicely. The teenage bulge was
apparent, but not enormous. There was no hair on his chest, but a little
bit of black hair crested the top edge of his briefs. I was intrigued. He
stepped out of his pants on the floor and then bent to peel off each of
his black socks.

I was staring at the expanse of teenage flesh before me. I was
conflicted. I felt like I was cheating on Landon by looking at Connor,
but worst, I felt I was not being true to my attractions to pre-pubescent
boys by ogling this 16-year-old. But, damn! He was very attractive.

He grabbed the robe, flung it around his shoulders, and tied it tight to
his waist. He hugged his arms together, luxuriating in the fluffy
goodness of the robe. I knew how he felt, it was my favorite robe. A robe
that any wizard would be proud to own: wide sleeves, long flowing edges,
and a hood that almost covered the head. Connor was now a warm-fuzzy
goth.

His arms disappeared into the sleeves. He wiggled and bent over a bit,
then out of the arm hole he produced a skimpy pair of black briefs. It
took me a moment to realize he was completely naked inside the robe.
Billy was having a reaction to that image. A nice reaction.

Fuck! Now I like 16-year-olds too? I suspected it had more to do with how
little body hair Connor had - and his amazing physique - than how old he
was. I'd always envied the Japanese because of how they didn't get hairy
like us western barbarians. His long flowing black hair was also a turn
on, and here I thought it was blond neighbor boys that lit me on fire.

Connor held out his underwear toward me.

"I don't think they are limited edition, but do you want to buy them?" he
asked with a smirk, then his face went really serious. "I really need the
money."

"I will give you $60 cash for those right now," I said as I grabbed my
wallet off the end table. I pulled out 3 twenty dollar bills and held
them out. So, apparently, Landon had told him all about my underwear
collecting.

"Wow! But how do you know they are limited edition?" he asked.

Ah! So Landon hadn't told him the real reason I collected underwear.

"Connor, let's be frank with each other. You need money, and I buy used
underwear because I like to smell them."

Connor looked at me for a long moment.

"I was right!" he said. "I knew it. You do have a thing for boys. Holy
shit balls, Batman. I suspected that you did based on what Landon told
me...but I just didn't believe it. Then I get here and see the photo, the
vases, and all that..."

All the bravado and teenage postulating left Connor in a rush. He
collapsed onto the couch, still holding his underwear.

"I was right," he whispered. He was looking at me in a way that I was
uncomfortable with. He was looking at me with the worshipful gaze of
someone looking at their hero. There was a mixture of awe and relief in
his voice. "You're not a monster at all," he whispered.

I walked over and sat in the chair near him. I reached out, took the
black briefs, and placed the $60 dollars in his hand. I was most
definitely buying these undies. To have Landon's and a pair of his
lover's too - it was like being able to collect the full set of
basketball cards in a limited team set. I held the briefs in my hand -
True Authentication - I'd watched him take them off.

I looked right at Connor as I brought the black briefs to my nose and
took a very deep sniff. He watched, his eyes widening with the
understanding that I enjoyed what I was doing. I smelled Connor. I
smelled his odor, his crotch, his ass, his heady aroma. He was so much
stronger than Landon. Where Landon was muddy and sweet, Connor was
intense chicory and nutmeg - not exactly those smells but strong and
pungent. He was so much more zesty and tangy than Landon. It was intense
and strong. It was urine and shit. It was Connor, and I was getting a
major hard on.

Connor watched me with his underwear to my nose. His fist closed around
the money, but his eyes never left mine. I leaned back in the chair so
that my crotch was open to him. The hardness at the center of me bulged
in my shorts - thin Lycra running shorts that fell to my mid thigh. My
arousal was obvious, Connor broke eye contact and stared right at my
crotch.

"You're not going to rape me tonight, right?"

"Nope, not tonight."

"Good, because I'm really tired, and..." Connor looked right in my eyes.
"I wouldn't get to enjoy it if I'm asleep."
--------------------------------------------------------to be continued

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check out my first story on Nifty. It's called Twins Get Free Pizza under
gay/incest or here
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/twins-get-free-pizza/

I also have another one shot story up on nifty. It's called The Key of
Jem and is a romance between a 19-year-old and a 29-year-old.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-key-of-jem