Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 14:04:58 +0000 From: JD Subject: Buying Landon's Underwear - chapter 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 fantasy boys. Remember, this is fantasy. It can be lonely living in a fantasy world. I enjoy hearing from readers. If you have suggestions, ideas, or questions, send me an email me at joshuadraken@protonmail.com A big THANK YOU to everyone that has sent me kudos on previous chapters. I love reading your comments - some suggestions have even been added to the story. Please donate to Nifty. This service isn't free to maintain. Any contribution will be appreciated by those that maintain this site. Donate here right now - https://donate.nifty.org/ Chapter 5 (m,b) post orgasmic glow ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was sitting on the floor of my entry with Landon, the gorgeous 12-year-old boy from across the street, sitting in my lap. He was naked from the waist down but kept his lovely little boyhood covered with his shirt. We were both enjoying a post-orgasmic glow. I'd cum from licking his young delicious ass, and he'd cum from me rubbing his boy button right after licking his delicious ass. My shorts were soaked with my cum, and my floor showed evidence of Landon's cum. Several little droplets of boy seed glinted enticingly in the light; I was going to clean them up personally. But before that, I was going to enjoy Landon sitting in my lap. I held Landon tight against me. I loved holding him. I loved smelling his wonderful boyness. I loved everything about him. He was my first boy. "My mom says I'm too old to hold. My dad won't touch me. Connor is nice. He tries, but he usually only wants to play with me or to have me play with him. He doesn't hold me afterwards. He just wants to Spit again...and again...and again. I mean, I like it. He's neat, and it always feels good. But...sometimes...I kinda just want to be held. Is that weird?" "Nope. That's called the afterglow. It is the time right after orgasm, right after you Shiver & Spit. That's when your body is really relaxed. It is the best time to get close to someone you really like. Though some people go right to sleep because they are so relaxed." "Oh yeah, that's what I do when I play with myself before bed. I go right to sleep." "But when you are with someone else, someone who makes you feel really good, afterwards it is nice to snuggle and be held." I hugged him against me tighter. "Are you are talking about me?" "Yes, I am. You make me feel so very good. So good, in fact, that I Spit buckets into my shorts while licking your asshole. I am soaked." "Whoah, you are?" He sat up and looked right at my crotch. He reached out a hand and placed it on my shorts right on top of my dick. "You are wet. Really wet." "Yep, and I don't mind. That's the best I've felt in many, many years. All thanks to you, and your little butt pucker." He settled back against me. "What does my butt taste like?" "Hmm. Ever sucked on a penny?" "Um no, why would I?" "Well, if you want to know, try it. You will taste the copper. It's metallic and feels odd on your tongue. Well, that's a little like what your butt tastes like. A copper penny. And skin - so a bit salty, a bit tangy. Inside your butt pucker, it tastes a bit muddy and spicy and a bit like beeswax but not bad at all. I think you cleaned yourself recently, but probably only with water, because there was no soapy taste." "I used a washrag that I got wet in the sink after I took a dump." "Thank you. I like the smell and taste of your butt, but I don't really like the taste of shit. Yeah, seems like they are the same thing, but, to me, there is a difference. I like the taste of a boy that is active but wipes his ass. Which leads me to a question I wanted to ask you." "What?" "I'm just wondering why you had Paw Patrol undies. I don't mind, but I always thought that Paw Patrol was for somewhat younger boys." Landon huffs in an exasperated way. "That's my mom's fault. Sometimes she forgets how old I am. She gets me little boy stuff and gets all weepy about how I'm not her little muffin anymore." "Little muffin?" "Yeah, that's her nickname for me - or was. I don't like it anymore." "Then I will definitely not call you Little Muffin." "You better not, or else!" "Or else what?" "Or else I'll give you a licking you won't forget, little boy!" Landon shouted. He tensed up and clenched his fists. He stopped moving, and I know what he just said is verbatim from what someone yelled at him. Maybe mom's new boyfriend? "Hey, it's okay. You are safe. It's safe here." I held the slightly distraught boy against me and whispered directly into his ear, "Besides, your threat is a little late. I already gave you a licking you won't forget, not the other way around." "Huh? What are you talking about?" Landon is confused, but that is way better than scared. "Your butt pucker. I gave it a good licking, and you won't forget, will you, little boy?" I said it all with a lighthearted tone in my voice. Landon giggled once, caught himself, then looked up at me. "You did." He giggled again, and I laughed with him. "You gave my butt pucker a good licking!" Landon burst out with giggles and would not stop. His boyish laughter was so contagious that I couldn't help but laugh with him. I held the boy as we both spasmed with laughter. Once he started to calm down, I whisper mock-seriously, "All I'll do it again if you give me any grief. A proper licking for a proper butt pucker." Landon sputtered into more giggles for a couple more minutes. It was good to feel the tension leave his body. There was darkness in this boy's life. Once he stopped laughing, he leaned back against my chest. We sat contentedly for another couple minutes. "What undies are your favorites?" I asked him. "I like Ethika. They feel good, and I like the different patterns. Mom got me a pair once, and I've begged her for them ever since. Marshall's doesn't sell them but she has a friend with a boy who didn't like the pair he'd got. So I got hand-me-downs." Wow! He loved what I loved. Or maybe I loved it because he loved it. I don't know. We are both into Ethika - this is a sign we were meant to be together! Oh, okay, anything at that time was a sign for me. The fact that it was afternoon was a sign, that the sun came up, that I'd eaten rice and meatballs for lunch. Everything was a sign that Landon and I were meant to be together. Of course, it also helped that his naked ass was currently pressed onto my leg and that I'd just had my tongue so far up his ass that I could lick his tonsils. "I looked them up online," Landon continued. "Ethika sells different patterns for only a short time, then they sell something else. I read something about partnerships with artists. I didn't understand. I just like the feel of them, and the way they look." "Wait a minute! Ethika really are limited edition?" I asked, dumbfounded. Landon twisted to look at me directly. "But I thought you knew that. You said they were limited edition when you looked at the tag." I chuckled. "What's so funny?" "To tell you the truth, I was not paying attention to what was on the tag. I was staring at your perfect ass. I was enjoying your smell. I told you they were limited edition so I could buy them from you. You wouldn't have sold them to me unless you thought they were worth money. At least that's my guess. I'd sound really creepy if I said 'hey, little boy, can I buy your used underwear?'" "But that's what you said!" "Yes, but only after you thought I was a collector." "You're not a collector?" "Oh, I am. I buy all the used undies I can from boys online. I like to smell them and imagine my face between their butt cheeks. I didn't ever believe it would happen." "So...did you make up everything about collecting underwear? All that Authentication stuff?" "Yeah, sort of." "Why?" "Because I wanted a really good reason to keep talking to you. You showed up at my door, and I fell in love with you almost immediately. I didn't want you to go away." "Oh, but you are giving me a bunch of money." "You are worth every penny." "Every coppery penny? Like my butt flavor?" "Yes, exactly!" I smiled at Landon. He smiled back and put his head back against me. "So...why haven't you tried to touch me?" "I am touching you." I jostled him in my lap. I knew what he meant, but I really wanted to hear him say it. "No, I mean my...thingy. You haven't tried to touch it at all. Connor said that you would really want to touch me there too. He said that you'd try that first. But you haven't. Do you only like boy butts?" "Oh, no. I love boy thingys too. Small ones that are stiff, soft, smooth, and without any hair are my favorites." "I'm not small!" "I don't mean it as a bad thing. You are the perfect size." "But you haven't even looked." Then he whispered. "Maybe I'm deformed." "Why would you say that? Why do you think you're deformed?" Landon stayed silent. There was something here, but this wasn't the time to push. "Whatever size you are, you will be the perfect size to me." "But you still haven't said why you haven't tried to touch me. I mean, I am sitting on your lap without any pants on, just my shirt covering me, and I keep thinking you will reach down and play with me. Is it because I'm ugly?" He sounded worried. "No. It's because I didn't ask your permission, that's why. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." "Do you want to?" Talking about Landon's little penis had made mine come back to life a little bit. Looking at the boy's shirt covered crotch, I thought I detected a little bit of movement from the member in question. But maybe not. "Oh yes! I really want to touch you...everywhere. And I really want to get to know Little Landon down there under your shirt. I want to become really good friends with him. I want to stroke and fondle him. I want to lick and taste him. I want to see you pee. I want you to pee in my mouth so I can taste you. I even want him to Spit in my mouth. I want to do all those things with him - with you - but only if you want me to." "Oh wow," he said slowly. This was new to him - he didn't even know how to process it. "Except for Connor touching me, I haven't done any of that. You want me to...pee...in your mouth?" I could definitely tell there was movement under his shirt, and both his hands were nowhere near Little Landon. Someone liked the ideas I was putting in Landon's head. "Does that gross you out? Remember, you don't have to do any of it with me or with anyone unless you want to." "It's weird...but you were just licking my butt and that felt great! Especially the turd impersonator. You can do that again!" "That's a deal. We will make Turd Impersonation a regular chore you can help me with, and I can pay you on Boy Coin." He laughed. "Turd Impersonation! It feels good, and you give me money. I like it." He started to squirm. "Now I gotta pee." My heart jumped. "Do you want to pee in my mouth?" I asked hesitantly. "Um..." He scrunched up his eyes and mouth while looking down at his crotch. "Uh, no...not...yet. I just wanna pee in the bathroom right now. But do you want to see it?" "It?" "My thingy, my...um." Yes, I did, but I could tell he was worried right now. Best to wait for a better time. "No, let's not rush things, you will bankrupt me and take all my money. We can save that for later." "Okay." He laughed, but he sounded relieved. I helped him get up by pushing on his bare ass as he stood. "Back in a minute," he said. He grabbed his discarded shorts and looked at the droplets of his cum on my floor. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'll clean it up," I said. He nodded and went right into the bathroom, shutting the door. I moved over to the several spots of boy cum on my tile floor. Yes, definitely clear. No sperms, or at least not in great numbers. I was gonna clean this up all right. I leaned down and sniffed the spots. There was the slightest smell of bleach, but maybe not. I opened my mouth and proceeded to lick up each and every drop of Landon's cum. I savored the first droplet. It was viscous and felt a little like runny snot on my tongue. I lapped up some more without swallowing. Once all the drops were in my mouth, I sat back and swished them around my tongue, trying to define the flavor of Landon's secretions. He tasted a little bit sweet - made sense since it was seminal fluid full of sugars. But there was another flavor there, hard to define and harder to separate. It was a delicate flavor and hard to discern especially after having the strong taste of his ass in my mouth. My saliva mixed with his ejaculation and diluted the taste. I was really hoping to get many more chances to discover his unique flavor. I swallowed him down. He flushed the toilet and came back out of the bathroom. By then I was up and found the Boy Coin app on my phone. He had his short back on. I was kinda hoping he'd leave them off. "Did you bring your phone?" I asked him. "I can show you what the Boy Coin app looks like so you can install. Then I can send you the money." "Uh, no. I didn't bring it. You can text it to me. My phone number is..." And he told me. I couldn't believe he'd just given me his number. I was so happy. I had to have him repeat it once I got my contacts open. "But..." he hesitated. "But what?" "Don't send me any funny stuff, or texts about this, or pictures, or...my mom might see it." He was looking and sounding worried. "Hey, Landon, I won't do any of that. No funny stuff. No comments about the Turd Impersonator or Little Landon. No strange pictures or anything you don't want. I won't even send comments about your cute butt pucker." He smiled at that. Then he got serious again. "Is what we did bad?" "Why do you ask? Do you feel bad about what I did with you?" "No, I don't feel bad, but this is kinda like what my mom said happened to bad boys who didn't listen to their mothers. They got trafficked and made to do sex stuff for money. That's not this, is it?" I could see tears in his eyes. This was serious. "Oh Landon." I sat down on a chair nearby and looked right at him. "No, you are not being trafficked. Yes, you are doing sex stuff for money, but I thought that you wanted to do this. I will gladly pay you, but if you don't want to do anything, then that is fine with me. You are in full control. You get to say what you do and don't want to do. If you want to walk out that door and never talk to me again, you can do that." "You'd be okay with that?" The tremble in his voice hinted that there was something deeper going on here. "I would accept your decision, but I would be very, very sad." "Why?" "Because, Landon, I really like you. I mean, I really really like you. You are a wonderful boy. I want to get to know you more. I want to hear all about school, the video games you play, what kind of music you listen to, what your favorite color is, and anything else you want to share with me. I want to spend as much time with you as you will let me even if we never do any more naked stuff." I looked deep into his eyes. He was crying and looked away quickly, but it wasn't out of fear. "Landon...please look at me." He looked at me slowly, the way a wounded puppy looks. I melted even more. "Landon, I love you." He really started crying now. I held out my arms, and he leapt into them. He sobbed onto my shoulder as I held him tight against me. I stroked his hair and back as he cried. Slowly, he reached his arms around me and squeezed tightly. I stood up as he clung to me. I walked to the couch and slowly lowered both of us down. I lay back on the couch with Landon on the inside. He was now laying across my right side with his right leg across my right leg. His crotch was pressed into my right hip, and his head was still pressed into my neck. I could feel the sobs slow. He didn't tremble as much. I continued to stroke and hug the distraught boy. "You are a beautiful boy. You are a very handsome boy. You are a very lovable boy. And all of that is true with your clothes on." "You mean that?" "Yes, every word of it. I've fallen completely in love with the boy next door - you." "So, it's not just because you give me money?" "Nope. But if I don't give you money, then how are you gonna buy the handheld game console you want?" "Oh, yeah, there is that. But dad said anyone that gets money for doing dirty things is a whore and a bad person. He says that is what mom did. When he stopped giving her money, she found someone who would. He calls her a lot of bad things when he thinks I'm not listening. I'm not a whore, am I?" "Nope. Though you are a horny boy." "Whorney? Is that what a whore is?" "Actually, two totally different words that sound similar. Whore, spelled W-H-O-R-E, is a really mean way of referring to sex workers or prostitutes. Sex workers get paid for sexual favors, and there is nothing wrong with it. It is called the oldest profession in the world because people have been getting money for doing sex stuff for thousands of years. But usually, when someone calls someone else a 'whore' it is because they want to say something bad about them. Often it has nothing at all to do with sex. Your parents probably split up because they didn't get along anymore. Your dad is angry about it. Maybe your mom had sex with someone besides your dad when they were married - that's called having an affair, but it does not mean she is a whore. With me so far?" "Yeah. Dad really doesn't like mom anymore, but sometimes it's because of money and sometimes because of her new boyfriend and sometimes it was because she burned a steak. When dad is drunk, he really yells at her. But he is nice to me...most of the time." Landon got a sad expression on his face for a moment, then it lifted. "So, what does whorey mean?" "Horny, spelled H-O-R-N-Y, is when you are sexually aroused or it means someone who gets sexually aroused easily. I got horny smelling your underwear, and I get horny around you. You got horny when I licked your butt pucker, and since you are 12 years old, you probably get horny almost all the time." "So, when I get a stiffy that's being horny?" "Yep, I bet Little Landon gets stiff a lot, and you like to play with him to get the Shivers and Spit. That's being horny, and that's what I did all the time when I was your age. You can be horny without your dick being hard. As a boy, I was horny all the time. I was so horny I named my dick so I could play with him more. I called him Billy. I'd go outside or into the garage, stick my hand down my pants and play with him till I got the tingles. When my mom asked me what I was doing, I'd say I was playing with Billy. She thought Billy was my imaginary friend. She would tell me to have a good time with Billy, but be home by supper. He was my friend, and not at all imaginary. I played with Billy all the time from about 10 years old till now." Landon laughed at my story, but when I got to the last statement, he leaned back and looked right at me. "You still play with Billy all the time?" "Well, not as much as when I was your age - couldn't keep my hands off of him. I was a regular horn-dog. That's an aroused corndog. A horn-dog. But yeah, I play with Billy once a day - sometimes more." Landon chuckled again, then lay back down against my side. He was quiet, probably digesting all that I'd told him. When he thought deeply, he had a very serious expression on his cute face. I just stroked his back as he lay against my side. I really enjoyed being this close to him. "So...I'm not a whore, but I am horny? But you pay me money for what we do. Does that make me a sex worker?" "Well, technically I guess it does. But I don't think you would want to tell anyone besides Connor and me that's what you do. People get really weird when boy's call themselves sex workers. Do you like making money doing what we did?" "Yeah, but it is a lot of money. I feel like I'm diddling you." I laughed. "What?" "There is another definition for 'diddle' - one that you don't know." "What is it?" "To diddle someone, especially a young boy, means to play with his penis or masturbate him. You can diddle yourself, but when your mom said it, she probably meant that you shouldn't be around anyone - well, like me - that wants to do sexual things with you. She is thinking of someone who hides in the park and jumps out to grab boys and molest them. I don't do that." "No, you buy their underwear online and lick their butts when they deliver them." He looked up at me and had the most devilishly cute smirk on his face. "Yep, that is what I prefer to do - have the boys come to me instead of go to the park. But in my estimation, you haven't diddled me out of money or played with my dick - so you can't be accused of that." "Oh, that's what she meant. Hmmm. Why don't grownups explain what they mean?" "I'll make you a deal. I promise to explain anything and everything to you - nothing is off limits." "Okay...hmmm...then what are cum shot undies?" "Oh, I thought you'd forgotten about that one." "Nope. What are they?" "Well, pretty much as it sounds. Those are underwear that you Spit into. Another word for Spit is cum, or ejaculation. A wet dream - when you Spit in your sleep - is the usual way a boy makes cum shot undies. Of course, he can simply Spit right into his underwear. I did that a lot when I was a boy and playing with Billy. I didn't want to leave messes all over the place, so I had really wet underwear most days. Just like I have again today." Landon reached a hand down to my crotch and poked at the fabric of my shorts. "You are really wet. So, you've got your own cum shot undies?" "Yeah, but I'd really rather have yours. I have too many of my own. No fun in that." "Can I have them?" "Wha...wait. You want my cum shot undies?" "Well, they are kinda mine already since I was the one that made Billy Spit in them." "That's true, Billy only Spits for someone he likes, and Billy really likes you...especially your butt pucker. He really liked it when I had my tongue in it. The same way Little Landon liked it when I had my finger in your butt." "Caiden." "Huh?" "Caiden. That's what Connor named him. Caiden." "Do you like that name?" "Yeah." "Is it okay if I call him Caiden too?" "Yeah." "Okay, your penis' name in now officially changed to Caiden for me too. Someday I'd like to meet him." Landon hesitated but said, "Someday you will." ----------------------------------------------------------------- to be continued I know, there wasn't much hot stuff, but sometime you just gotta talk to the 12-year-old who made you cum so hard, get to know him, and what he calls his penis. All very important for any boy lover. Hope you enjoyed the afterglow because the next chapter will light you on fire! Now go donate to nifty - it increases the post-orgasmic feelings - honest. https://donate.nifty.org/ Dear reader: I need some advice. I don't like body hair, and I am looking for a better way of removing it than a razor - yeah, yikes. If you have a preferred manscaping or hair removal product, I would really like to know about it. Billy would thank you too. Thanks. email - joshuadraken@protonmail.com If you like my writing, please feel free to send me an email and 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/