Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2024 22:45:32 +0000 From: JD Subject: Buying Landon's Underwear - Chapter 2 Dear reader - this is a story I've been working on for some time - my second story on Nifty. Yes, this is all a fantasy. Yes, I live in a fantasy word. The real world doesn't work like this - be nice if it did. Don't break the laws of where you live. Be responsible as you enjoy your fantasies. Remember, this is fantasy. It can be lonely living in a fantasy world. I enjoy hearing from readers. Send me an email me at joshuadraken@protonmail.com A big THANK YOU to everyone that has sent me kudos on chapter 1. Thanks to you I am on Sessions. Please donate to Nifty. This service isn't free to maintain. Any contribution will be appreciated by those that maintain this site. Chapter 2 - (m/b - underwear fetish) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh hey! I thought you were home. I decided to bring the next order to you," Landon, the 12-year-old neighbor boy, said as he waved the parcel in front of me right after I'd opened the door the day after he'd delivered his first package to me. He'd waited 30 minutes after I got home before knocking. I knew that because I'd set up a camera with phone app in the window watching his room. "I guess I had another limited-edition underwear listing - you bought it immediately!" "Yep, they were limited alright." I took the parcel from his outstretched hand while trying to seem nonchalant and not too eager to get those to my nose. "Too bad they aren't Heavy Authenticated because your mom washes all your underwear before selling." Landon leaned in and said in a heavy whisper, "Oh, but they are!" "What do you mean?" I really wanted him to say it. "They are Heavy Authenticated. I wiped them up my butt right before I put them in the package. They've got to be worth more now!" "Oh really? Well, if you are correct, then yes. They are easily worth 3 times what I paid for them." "Wait! They are worth that much more?" "Yep." And more to me knowing who they came from. "Damn, wish I'd known that sooner. I could've made a bundle off the ones I delivered yesterday." Landon scratched his chin. "But if they are worth so much more...what's to keep someone from faking it. Like by using some old grampa butt? I bet someone is selling fake Heavy Body Authenticated boys' underwear online already." "Yeah, I'm sure there is. That's why there is one more level of Authentication. It's called True Authentication, or TA." "What's that?" In for a penny, in for a pound. "That's when a collector gets a Heavy Body Authenticated pair of underwear with proven chain of custody following visual verification." "Chain of custody? Visual? Huh?" "Simply put - well, let's say I'm a collector, which I am, and you are a supplier, which you are - but typically they wouldn't be across the street from each other. So if they are on other sides of the country, there would be a zoom call before the sale and the collector would see the boy wearing the underwear, see him take them off, see the stains in them, and see them sealed into a secure mailer. And collectors will pay lots of money for True Authentication." "So, I'd have to strip in front of the computer? I don't know about that. There are lots of weird people online. I've gotten messages on my Instagram feed asking me to do some really icky things online." "No, you wouldn't have to do any of that in front of the computer if you didn't want to. In fact, since you are across the street all you'd have to do is show me you are wearing the underwear, then take them off and sell them to me." Oh my! That was bold of me, but telling the boy what I really wanted seemed the best way forward - damn the torpedoes! Let loose the pedos! "You mean, I could just show you the underwear I have on..." He pulled out the front of his shorts to show me that he was wearing a wonderful pair of Ethika skintight briefs. He snapped his waistband back in place. "...then take them off and sell them to you?" "Yes, but they have to be Heavy Authenticated...like a couple day's worth of wearing. Not just a new pair put on a few minutes ago. The essence of the boy has to be deeply infused into the underwear." "Essence? Infused? What do you mean." "Well, to be blunt - and we are fellow collectors here, right?" He nodded eagerly. "Skidmarks in the back and either pee stains or...well..." "What? What else in front?" "Some collectors pay lots extra for cum shot undies." "Cum shot undies? What's that?" Hearing Landon simply say the words 'cum shot undies' made my dick twitch delightfully. "I'll tell you later, but I've got to say that Heavy Authentication is only worth more in limited edition undies - not the regular ones." Landon glanced at his shorts. "How do I know if these are limited edition?" "Oh, I could tell you. I just have to look at the tag." "Okay." Landon reached around behind himself and started to pull at the waistband while turning towards me. "Hang on a sec. Not a good idea to do this on the porch. Someone might think I'm trying to look at a certain boy's private parts." I pointed at him and waved my finger at the neighboring houses. "Oh right! Let's go in your house then." He pushed past me and walked right in. I was stunned...and really happy. I followed him inside and closed the front door. All those years of avoiding boys, and now the most beautiful boy in the world was inside my house. "Will your mom wonder where you are?" "No, she's still at work. I got the house to myself till she gets home." He wandered around the downstairs open room and glanced at everything. He stopped in front of my Gloeden photo of three naked young boys in Taormina. I saw him studying the nude boys closely. He turned and saw me watching him. "Why do you have a picture of 3 naked boys on your wall?" "That's me and 2 of my friends when we were young. We didn't wear bathing suits when we went swimming. Timmy's mom took the picture. I like it because it reminds me of when we were better looking." Okay, complete lie since I'm not over 100 years old, but Landon might not figure it out. I'm just "old" to him. "Oh!" He turned back around and looked at the photo once again. "Come here so I can look at that tag." And your marvelous ass once again. "Right! Almost forgot." He stopped in front of me, spun around, and lifted the edge of his shirt to grab the waistband of his shorts. With one motion, he pushed them down his legs, then pulled up his shirt and stuck his butt out. "There you go." Oh yes, I certainly did. His pert young ass, clothed only in the thin Ethika spandex, stood right before me. I swore I'd never hurt a boy. I swore I'd never act on my sexual desires because boys deserve better. But I reasoned that I'm not hurting him by looking at his underwear. Nothing untoward in my actions - and the boy wants me to do it. My dick stiffened up completely as I reached out a hand and placed it - very slowly - right onto the curve of his ass cheek. His warm firm ass was cupped in one of my hands. I was starting to breathe faster. Oh fuck me! This was happening. "I...um...this feels like limited edition fabric," I said as I gently slid my hand up and down on his boy pillow. "But the tag will confirm it, right?" he asked. "Yep." I was mesmerized by his ass - right there - in my hand. "Go ahead and check it. Don't worry, I don't think you're creepy at all. Not like those online." Leaving my hand where it was, I brought up the other and fumbled at the edge of his waistband. I was really going to pull the back of his underwear open and look inside. I could hardly believe my luck. I didn't move. "What are you waiting for? I said it was okay. And no, I don't mind if you see my ass. It's worth it if these are limited edition." Oh yes, it's worth it. I ran the tip of my left index finger down the last couple bumps on his spine. I wanted to caress his smooth skin, but I knew I didn't have unlimited time. I fumbled at the waistband - racing heartbeat pushing the adrenaline thru my system and making my finger twitch. I pulled it back, revealing the upper edge of the most beautiful mounds of skin I've ever seen. The top of his ass was creamy and smooth. I pulled the waistband back a bit further to display 2 peaches - with fine fuzz - nestled in colored fabric. His crack was tantalizing and so near. I wanted to slide my finger - no, my tongue, right down in between those 2 glorious mounds of boy flesh. I wanted to delve deep into his secret spaces, smell his essence, and taste his mystery. Oh fuck, I wanted to lick his ass from top to bottom and back again. I wanted to drill my tongue into the tight ring of flesh deep in the center of his butt. I wanted him to sit on my face. I wanted to taste his kit. "So...is it limited edition?" Yes, and then some. It is priceless. "Um, I can't really tell. The light isn't real good right here. Let me use my phone's flashlight to read the label." I removed my hand from his ass cheek and fumbled in my pocket. I yanked out my phone, while tweaking my very hard cock in the process, and thumbed on the camera. I hit the light and started recording while pulling on his waistband, so his ass was bare again. I pulled at his underwear like someone who might be trying to read a label, but I stared at his ass the whole time. When I pulled the fabric tight, his ass cheeks pinched together, and when I released the stretch, his crack eased a little bit more open. His skin was so perky and looked as smooth as - well, the ass of a 12-year-old boy. I wanted to slide my hand over his bare ass and right down his crack. I wanted to feel the smoothness and pertness of his creamy mounds. I leaned forward, my nose moving closer to his open undies. I closed my eyes and sniffed right at the top of his waistband. I can smell him. I can smell his warm and moist ass. I wanted to stick my tongue right down his crack and taste him. I came in my underwear just by breathing in his essence. My nose was right at the top of his ass. I moaned a little as the waves of orgasm spewed into my shorts. "Well, is it?" Landon asks. "...yes..." I said in the haze of my post orgasmic joy. "So, how much are they worth? With True Authentication?" I leaned back and reluctantly let go of his underwear. I stopped recording. His ass disappeared back into the spandex & cotton. "If you wear these for 3 days, and hand deliver them yourself, I'd pay you $60." I'd pay more, much more, but I don't want him suspicious - or his mom suspicious about where a bunch of money is coming from. "60 bucks! For 1 pair? Wow. Okay, you got a deal!" "Great! Now you don't have to shit your pants or anything. Just do what you always do but don't change your underwear for 3 days, okay?" "You got it! Wow. $60 will help me get closer to that handheld." He pulled his shorts up and put himself back to a presentable state for going back outside. "I'm going to stay at my dad's for the long weekend, so I won't take them off till I get back. He won't even notice. He doesn't like doing laundry anyway, so half of what he wears is pretty ripe. He's not a bad dad, but my mom really doesn't like how dirty he is. I don't mind. I think he smells good. I get tired of perfume and poofy stuff smells in my clothes. My mom puts tons of fabric softener in the dryer. She likes it to smell 'fresh' is what she says. Oh, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that. I'm usually alone till she gets home from work. Sometimes it's lonely." I walked to the front door. I did not want to keep him inside longer than he was comfortable. Besides, I needed to change my shorts, they were sticking to my crotch, and I didn't want to soak through and have Landon ask if I'd wet my pants...because that's exactly what I did. He glanced at his phone. "Oh, I'd better go. She'll be home in about 15 minutes and wants me home when she gets there. She has this big fear about me being molested, or kidnapped and molested, or kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking and molested. She wants to think I've been home safe the whole time. She can be really dramatic if I'm not home when she gets there. If she sees me coming home from here, she will grill me and ask all sorts of stupid questions like, did some man ask to look at my private place, or did some man touch me in a bad way, or did some man pull down my pants and diddle me. You know, stupid stuff that parents are always asking." I had the door open, and Landon stepped outside. "Are you going to tell her about me?" I asked. "Why would I?" "Well, I did pull your pants down." "Oh, yeah, you did." He paused in thought. "But you didn't diddle me." "Diddle you? What does that mean?" I already knew, but I wanted to know what he would say. "Well, I looked it up on Google and it says 'to swindle' or 'to cheat' so I guess I'm not supposed to let some man pull down my pants and cheat me. You didn't cheat me, you pulled down my pants, and are going to pay me a bunch of money!" I chuckled. "Yes, I am." "So then, that's all right by me." "You know, you could make a lot of money letting me pull your pants down on a regular basis." And then some. He looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Huh? Why would you do that...Oh! Right, my collectible underwear. Yeah. When I get back next week, I'll have to bring over all my underwear and have you look at them to see which is collectible and which isn't. That way I will know which ones to wear a lot." "I'd be glad to take a look." "Great! Gotta go, Josh. Have a good weekend!" He ran across the road to his house. I watched him go to his door. He turned and waved at me before going inside. I waved back. My face was flushed with how bold I was being with Landon, but damn, he was so fucking cute. Now I needed to clean myself up a bit. "Goodbye, Landon. You sexy little fucker," I whispered to myself. I closed the door and ripped open the parcel with his Heavy Authenticated undies. I wanted to investigate these undies he'd just given me. My wet crotch could just wait. I gingerly lifted the Paw Patrol undies to my nose. I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. OMG! His scent was strong, but not quite as good as it could be. I breathed out several slow exhalations into the back of the undies - getting them closer to body temperature. The heat of my breath brought his aroma alive. Every boy smells just a little bit different - at least they did when I was sniffing their used underwear. There is the smell of the detergent or fabric softener used, then over the top is their smell - direct from their intimate parts. The smell from Landon's butt blossomed in my nose: there was the deep musk of his ass since very few boys completely clean themselves after shitting. That aroma was the hot spot, the heavy scent sometimes described as ginger or cinnamon. This smell is linked directly with what the boy eats. Landon is muddy and sweet, like beeswax, but with a yeasty and nutty side. I inhaled his intimate smell deeply, getting to know him even more. I smelled the other parts of his underwear - the inseam nearest his taint and the front that got to nestle against his young penis - but these parts only smelled like detergent. I knew there wouldn't be scent here since the underwear was washed right before he wiped it up his ass yesterday. I returned to the hot spot and lightly licked at the heart of it. There was a tang to it - a coppery flavor like licking a penny. It was slightly metallic and sweet. I imagined this would be the flavor if I was so lucky as to tongue his hole. My dick got hard again, pushing into the residue of the come soaked into my underwear. Mind you, I don't think I'd like the taste of heavy shit, but what is more appealing is the light residue on a boy's ass. I think it is ambrosia. I know that everyone likes something different. I'm not into defecation as a rule, but if someone gave me the option of fucking a woman or having a boy shit on me, it would be the boy every time. I don't like women, and I love boys. The next 3 days would feel like forever, but with the puppies in my hand I would manage. -------------------------------to be continued If you like my writing, please feel free to 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/