Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 22:11:32 +0000
From: JD <JoshuaDraken@protonmail.com>
Subject: Buying Landon's Underwear - chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - (m/b - underwear fetish) things start to heat up!
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It had been a very long weekend, but it hadn't been an unproductive
weekend. I spent most of the time thinking about Landon, the 12-year-old
cutie across the street that was selling his used underwear online. I'd
bought several pair, and he'd delivered them right to my door with Heavy
Authentication in them; he'd wiped them up his ass - an ass that I'd made
a video of while ostensibly looking at the label on his underwear to find
out if they were 'limited edition'. I'd spent the rest of the weekend
watching that video and waiting for Monday - the day he promised to
deliver a pair of Heavy Authenticated Ethika underwear that he'd been
wearing the whole long weekend.

Monday came and went. I'd spent a nice weekend with Landon's underwear.
Pikachu was holding several loads of mine while the puppies spent all
their time under my nose. The reserve pair was Minecraft - I could smell
Landon in them, but not nearly as well as on the Paw Patrol.

Once I was done abusing the undies, I began to wonder, not for the first
time, why Landon had Paw Patrol undies still. He was 12. The puppies
bespoke a much younger boy - say 6 or 7 but not 12. The Ethika pair he
showed me last Friday was more like what I would expect to find on a
12-year-old. If I got the chance, I was going to ask Landon about these.
I laid out the Patrol next to Pikachu and saw that the puppies were
smaller than the ball pinching Pokemon. Oh, well, they were mine now.

Tuesday afternoon I got a notification from my camera alert that there
was movement in Landon's room. I have the luxury of working from home
anytime I want and so I slipped upstairs to check the view. Over the
weekend I'd installed a spotting scope, a pair of binoculars, and had one
of my cameras with a telephoto lens at the ready. I wanted to see and
record as much of this boy as I could. I'd prefer if he didn't have
clothing on, but I was willing to get what I could. I was fully obsessed
with him.

I saw Landon in his room. It looked like he was just getting home from
the long weekend. He was putting clothing back in his drawers and pulling
out items from a travel bag that accompanied him to his father's house. I
really wanted to know if he was still wearing the Ethika underwear he'd
shown me. I wanted to get my nose in them right after he took them off.
About 30 min after he got home, I saw a car leave. He wasn't in it. A few
minutes later I saw him again in his room, then when he left, I saw him
exit his front door and head towards my door. I was disappointed to see
that he didn't have a package in his hands. Maybe he'd decided not to
pursue our agreement. Well, at least I would get to talk with him again.

I raced downstairs and stood at the door for a few seconds after he
knocked. I didn't want him to think I was waiting for him - which I most
definitely was. I opened the door to find Landon looking back towards his
house.

"Hi there, Landon."

"Oh hey, can I come inside?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" I let him come inside and closed the door. "Is something
wrong?"

"Oh, no. I, uh just was thinking about what you said on Friday - that the
Ethika underwear were worth more if they were True Authentication and
worn for several days. You said that you'd give me $60 bucks if I
delivered them."

"Yes, I still will. They are very collectible."

"So, I got to thinking that the only way you would know that I wore them
all weekend was me saying I wore them. But what if I didn't? I mean, what
if I simply set them aside and didn't wear them at all. I could still
bring them over and you'd pay me $60 bucks, right?"

"Well, I would hope that you had worn them a bit longer than when I saw
them Friday, but yes, you are right, I would honor our agreement. Do you
have them in your pocket? Or are they still at home?"

"Oh, no. I'm still wearing them. See." He pulled out the front of his
shorts to show me the front of his Ethika underwear - the same ones I'd
seen Friday. They had a black elastic waistband with the Ethika logo in
white and red. The spandex fabric was a mix of patterns: red & black
jagged lines, white & black leopard pattern, orange triangles, and the
characteristic eyeball on his left hip and bared red & black teeth
pattern down the left side of the boxer briefs. Beautiful.

"I thought maybe they would be worth more if I wore them over here and
took them off in your bathroom. That way you'd know that I wore them."

"Um, yes." The thought of him stripping off his underwear in my bathroom
and handing them to me made me stiffen up immediately. "Yes, I would pay
you $75 for that privilege." My cock was getting harder by the moment.
"Bathroom is right there."

"Great! I'll be right out." He dashed into my guest bathroom and closed
the door. I heard rustling and shifting. I could not believe that a
12-year-old boy was getting naked in my bathroom. I only wish I could see
him do it. Note to self: install a camera in the guest bathroom for the
next time Landon does this.

Landon opened the door and stepped out still wearing his shorts. In his
hand was the pair of Ethika briefs he was recently wearing. He handed
them to me. I took them reverently. I wanted to mash them against my face
and breathe in his smells right away, but I had to wait for a better
opportunity - like right after he left.

"So, you don't think I cheated you - or diddled you as my mom says - I'm
not wearing any underwear now. See!" He pushed down the front of his
shorts all the way to the root of his penis. I saw an expanse of smooth
white skin, hairless young boy, all the way down to the base of his small
penis. He didn't let me see the prize and his 2 young balls, but I got a
good view of his entire pubic region. Delicious!

Then he spun around and pushed down the back of his shorts to below the 2
delightfully creamy mounds of his ass. He even bent forward to thrust out
his ass a little bit. Oh, fuck me! He was gorgeous.

"See, no undies at all."

I reached forward, tentatively, and then patted him on his firm ass. "I
concur. No undies." I wanted to linger on his skin, but he stood up and
pulled his shorts back up.

The Ethika briefs in my hand were still warm from his body.

"I do have to check for Heavy Authentication, you know." I opened the
waistband and lifted them towards my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed
in the most heavenly scent from the crotch and ass of the underwear.
Landon's essence was heavy in these. I smelled sweat, musk, urine, body
odors, and more. I moaned as I breathed in his smells. My cock was
throbbing in my pants.

"Why do you smell them? You could just look for Heavy Authentication
signs."

"Aw...but...only this way do I know that it is real and not just smeared
peanut butter or something like that."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"And you smell so good." I didn't really mean to say that out loud, but
it was true. His odor was amazing.

"You like that smell?" He cocked his head to the side and looked at me
quizzically.

"Oh yes, it is amazing. This is exactly what a true collector craves."

"You like the smell of my butt." He said it matter of factly, not at all
weirded out or strange sounding.

I opened my eyes and saw Landon staring at me with his head slanted to
one side, an intent expression on his face. I held his underwear to my
face and slid down the wall so that I was sitting on the floor opposite
him. He didn't move towards the door. He didn't look afraid or worried or
sickened. He looked curious. And thoughtful.

"Yes, I do."

"Huh. Connor was right. It's not about the underwear being limited
edition, is it? You just wanted to smell my butt?"

"Oh no, the underwear is important." I lowered my hand with his Ethika
briefs in them. As I sat on the floor, I was looking slightly upwards at
Landon. "Any underwear you wear are limited edition to me - because you
wore them - because a very good-looking boy wore them. A very sexy boy."
I paused and looked him in the eyes. "Does that bother you?"

"Uh, no. Not really. Connor explained it to me. He's 16 - probably my
best friend in the world - but my mom doesn't like me to hang out with
him because he's gay and likes boys. But dad doesn't care. He likes
letting me do things that annoy mom. They aren't so nice to each other.
So, when I go to dad's I get to spend time with Connor. Just yesterday,
he told me that you probably would want to smell my butt, and that I
should charge you a lot to do it. He says he knows what you want because
he wants to do the same with me. So I let him, and it wasn't bad at all.
He wanted to give me $20. But he's my friend, so I didn't charge him.
Would you give me more?"

I am stunned at what he is saying. I can hardly believe my ears. His
friend Connor wanted to pay him $20 to smell his butt...and he let him?
Wow.

"Yes, I would pay you $100 if you pulled down your shorts right now and
let me put my face in your butt."

"You'd still pay me $75 for the underwear?"

"Yes."

He scrunched up his nose and squinted at me while shifting his weight
from foot to foot.

"I gotta pull down my shorts? Hmm. I didn't let Connor do that. He wanted
to, but I wasn't so sure. He said that was okay, he said I didn't have to
do anything I didn't want to do, of course. You promise to pay me the
money if I do this? You're not gonna diddle me, are you?"

"No, I will not diddle you out of $175. I will go get cash the moment we
are done." My cock was rock hard and straining at my pants. I could feel
the precum soaking the fabric.

His shoulders sagged. "I can't do that. Mom's boyfriend would see the
money and take it...for "expenses" or some stupid thing. He's a jerk."

I could feel this slipping away from me, but then I had a thought. "Do
you have a bank account of your own?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I could send you the money direct through Boy Coin - it's an app that
helps people pay neighbor boys for mowing the lawn or housework or..."

"Or...smelling their butts?" Landon asked with a smirk.

"Or smelling their butts, yes. And I could list it as chores or
something. You could tell your mom you are helping me out, and I am
paying you - if she ever asks. And if you like the arrangements, I could
pay you for other chores that way too."

"Other chores? Like what?"

"Well, I do have a garage full of junk that I need to sort and get rid
of."

"Oh ok, those kind of chores. So you don't mean..."

"What?"

"...other chores." Landon blushed. "You know, butt sniffing chores...and
such."

"Well, maybe. But only if you want to. I agree with Connor. You don't
have to do anything you don't want to do."

"So...all you are gonna do now is smell my butt?"

"Yep, nothing else. I will only do something after I ask and you say
yes."

"Well, okay. You got a deal. You can smell my butt." He stuck out his
hand for a handshake - a very old-school way of sealing the deal, but I
didn't mind at all.

We shook on it.

"So, uh, what do I do now?" He was suddenly nervous and uncertain.

"Just turn around, push your shorts to the floor, lift your shirt, and
back up to where I am sitting. Being on the floor, I am at the perfect
height for butt sniffing." Holy fucking shit! This was happening!

"Uh, okay." Landon did exactly what I'd said.

He turned around and pushed his shorts right to the floor. He then lifted
up his shirt to reveal the most wonderful sight in all the world - the
firm, smooth, naked ass of a 12-year-old boy. Now that he was closer, and
the underwear was out of the way, I could see the dimples at the top of
his ass - to each side of his sacrum. He started to slowly back up
towards me. With each shuffle - since his shorts were around his feet -
each ass cheek flexed and showed me the indentations on the sides.

I groaned with desire - my cock rock hard and straining. I didn't dare
touch myself or I would explode, and I didn't want to orgasm until my
face was in his ass. He tottered to one side, having tripped on the
fabric of his shorts. He looked like he would fall over, so I dropped the
underwear I held, reached out quickly, and took hold of him by each bare
hip. Both of my hands were firmly planted on boy flesh - I could feel the
smoothness of his young skin as I held him.

"Thanks," he said. "I was gonna fall over."

"Go ahead and kick off your shorts so you don't."

He complied and lifted each leg out of the fabric, his skin and hips
moved beneath my hands. He kicked the shorts to the opposite wall while
holding up his shirt at the same time. Bare boy ass and legs stood right
before me. Landon couldn't be any more beautiful in my eyes. This was my
entire dream in life. To hold a naked boy by the hips and guide my face
right between his firm butt cheeks.

He stopped moving backwards, and I didn't mind at all. I had his ass
right before me. I slowly started to stroke my hands down the sides of
his hips towards the tops of his smooth thighs. I trailed my thumbs over
the skin of his cheeks, feeling the indentations as he shifted his weight
back and forth from foot to foot. He was nervous. If this went no
further, I'd still be the happiest man alive. To be face to ass with a
cute boy, to stroke his soft naked skin, to own his used underwear. I was
beyond happy.

"You don't have to do this, you know. Connor is right. You don't have to
do anything you don't want to do." I felt him shift in my hands. "And I
will still pay you all the money. No diddling. You've made me so happy.
I've wanted to be this close to a cute boy all my life. You are amazing,
gorgeous, firm, lithe, and beautiful. I would never do anything you
didn't want me to do. So, you can stop right now, and it will be all
right with me."

I turned my right hand around and slid the back of my hand over the
bulbous part of his right ass cheek. I slowly slid it down to the smile
in his leg right at the intersection of his leg and ass. I turned my
fingers around and traced the indentation of skin with my index finger
from the outside of his leg towards the middle. I did not push my finger
into the cleft of skin at the inside curve of his ass. I waited for
another couple seconds without a response from Landon and then slid both
my hands down the backs of his bare legs, over his inner knees and down
each calf. I was still rock hard and leaking precum into my own shorts,
but I was not going to go further without his explicit permission. I just
wish I'd been recording this episode.

Landon shifted above me. He turned his head to the right to look down at
me past his shoulder. I looked into his eyes and saw uncertainty but not
panic. He scrunched up his mouth again - a mannerism that I had come to
associate with Landon thinking deeply about a decision.

"It won't hurt, will it?"

"No. It will feel weird. But it might tickle."

"Connor said that if you do anything that hurts or that I don't like, I
am supposed to tell him, and he will get you in lots of trouble."

How much had Landon told this Connor about me? I was worried a little,
but mostly intrigued. It sounded like both Connor and I each had a deep
crush on Landon. And with an ass like this, no wonder both Connor and I
loved him. But it was more than the fact that his naked body was right in
front of me. Landon was good-natured, trusting, and fun to be around. He
was the perfect boy for me. And he had the perfect ass. I kept looking at
it. Then I looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Connor sounds like a very special friend. I want to be one of your
special friends too. I promise you that I won't do anything you don't
want. But you must promise to tell me if anything I do hurts. I might not
know it at the time, but if I don't listen to you, tell Connor. Actually,
you have my permission to tell Connor whatever you want about me. I'm
pretty sure he knows how to keep a secret if he feels that way about you
too."

Landon nodded. "Yeah, he can keep secrets really well. But he said I
could tell you about him if it turned out you wanted to sniff my butt
too."

"I think I'd like to meet Connor," I said.

"You'd like him. He smells good." Landon blushed when he said that.

"Oh, he does?"

"Yeah," Landon nodded, resolve in his eyes. "Okay, you can smell my butt.
It's fine."

----------------------------------------------------to be continued

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