Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 12:46:29 +0000
From: JD <JoshuaDraken@protonmail.com>
Subject: Buying Landon's Underwear - chapter 7

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Chapter 7 (m,b) the birds, the bees, the boys, and chocolate ice cream!
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A few moments of quiet followed Landon's orgasm on top of me. I'd made my
12-year-old neighbor boy cum on me by pushing my finger into his ass as
he used my body as his very own dick and slide. This was right after he'd
watched me jack off and cum on his young hand. We were both a bit spent
and a bit sticky, but we lay together - his naked body on top of my naked
body - not wanting to move.

Then Landon said, "I haven't done any of this with Connor. He said he
wants to...but..."

Connor is Landon's 16-year-old goth friend. From what Landon had told me,
Connor had a major crush on the younger boy. Every time Landon stayed
with his father, Connor and he got together to do increasingly sexual
stuff. Apparently, the older boy had taught Landon about mutual
masturbation and orgasm - though they both called it getting the Shivers
and Spit. Landon had told Connor about me buying his used underwear, and
Connor has warned Landon that I probably wanted to smell his butt. The
more I heard about Connor, the more I wanted to meet him. Not that I am
into 16-year-olds, but Connor's passion for Landon seemed to match my
own. The idea of watching Landon teach Connor some of what I'd just
taught the boy was very enticing. I wondered how I could suggest the meet
up.

"Really? Why not? It sounded like you two are really close."

"He's my best friend. I don't want him to stop liking me. He's my only
friend, and if I do it, and I don't like it...I don't want him to stop
being my friend. But now...I might try some of it with him now that I
know how good it feels," he said, and I could tell he was smiling. He
raised his head and looked at me, all seriousness. "You said you wanted
to...fuck me?"

Even with my finger in his ass, and with all that we'd just done, he
actually blushed when he said 'fuck'. He's so adorable. His cherry ass is
totally adorable too. My tongue wanted a return trip.

"I said that when I did because I thought it would make your orgasm, your
shiver, feel so much better. And I think it did, didn't it? You spit a
lot between us."

"It was soooo good," he said as he laid his head back on my chest. He
wiggled his butt against my finger, and so I started to prod him gently
again.

"But...you do...want to...fuck...me?" he said it with trepidation in his
voice. His ass stopped moving too.

He'd let me do so much already, I was still amazed at how eager he was at
one moment and how cautious the next. Well, I thought to myself, he is a
12-year-old boy, after all.

"What does...that...mean?" he asked.

Oh my, so innocent and unaware.

"What does what mean?"

"What does...fuck...mean?" he asked quickly, as if trying out the word
more would make it less embarrassing for him to say.

"You've heard people say fuck, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but usually they are angry. Dad says it a lot when talking about
mom. 'Fucking slut' 'fucking whore' 'fucking cunt'. They all sound so
mean, but when you said it, it didn't sound mean. It sounded naughty and
good."

"That's because when I said it to you, I meant that I want to make love
to you. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to think I am angry. I
want to fuck you in the best possible way - with love."

"Okay, but what does that mean?" He was less hesitant now, as if warming
to the new ideas. "What is fucking? What is making love? I know that it
has something to do with sex, but not what. Kinda like periods. Everyone
at school was saying they knew what a period was and teasing anyone that
didn't. I said that I knew what it was so they wouldn't tease me. Then 2
weeks later we found out what it was in sex-ed. But no one ever explains
fucking."

"Have you ever seen any porn?"

"Um, yeah, at a sleep over last year, Jordan showed us this video he
found online - his parents don't block his phone. It was all weird. There
was a man, and he put his...thingy...all over this woman. And then he
laid on top of her and they were moaning and groaning and moving. Is that
fucking?"

"Was the man on top of her like you are on top of me?"

"Yeah, then she was on top, then he was behind her, then she was...I
don't know, like a pretzel. It was weird. That's fucking?"

"Yes, and no. When a man fucks a woman, he puts his penis into her.
Usually into her vagina but not always. Do you know what the vagina is?"

"Yeah, I'm not stupid! We learned about that in sex-ed. That's were
babies come from."

"Right. So when a man fucks a woman in the vagina, a baby can be the
result. He orgasms in her and spits his semen into her body. Making a
baby is also called fucking."

"Well, why don't they say so! Why is it so different in sex-ed than when
dad talks about it?"

"Your dad is angry, so he uses 'fuck' as a derogatory word, a mean word -
sorta like how he uses 'whore' to refer to your mom. It's like 'diddle' -
there is more than one definition for many words. The word 'fuck' has the
most definitions. Some good, some bad."

"So..." Landon got the deep thinking expression again - so fucking cute!
"Fucking is when a man puts his...penis...in a woman to make a baby."

"Yep."

"So," he looked right at me - confusion clear on his face. "You want to
put your dick in me to make a baby? But I don't have a vagina."

"Yes and no."

"What's that mean?" He was sounding exasperated.

"I told you I would explain anything you want. Let me explain what I
meant when I said depraved was 'when you let me fuck you'."

Landon nodded and settled back down on my chest; his chin rested on his
crossed hands as he looked up at me. My finger was still deep inside his
body. It just felt right, and it would also be the object lesson of the
moment.

"One definition of 'fucking' and 'making love' is the same physical act -
it's when a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina. They don't always do
this to make a baby. Sometimes, well most times, they do this because it
feels really good. It feels like what we've been doing - really fucking
good!"

Landon smiled and nodded again.

"But when a man loves a boy, fucking is when said man - me - puts his
dick into the most beautiful boy in the world - you - so they are one
body, one love, one person. It is a joining when Billy pushes deep inside
your boy pussy and leaves behind his seed - his spit - so that your body
absorbs it and we become one."

"My boy pussy?"

I wiggle my finger in his ass.

"Huh?"

"Right here. This is your boy pussy."

He was still confused but started to understand.

"Someday, I want to put Billy into your butt. Deep into your butt. I want
to be so deep inside you that your ass sits on my pubes. I want to kiss
you as I make love to you - face to face - as my dick thrusts into your
body, your butt pucker. That is what I mean when I say I want to fuck
you."

"Oh!" Landon's eyes went wide with the understanding of what I said - of
what I wanted to do with him. Landon leveraged himself up to look down at
my cock. Billy has grown again with all the talk of making love to a boy.

"But he is so big. Will he even fit in me?"

How could I love him even more? He didn't say Billy would never fit. He
didn't say, No way! He asked, 'Will he even fit in me?' He was open to
the idea, and with my help, he'd be even more open some day!

"You probably didn't think I could get my finger inside you, did you?"

"No. Hadn't even thought about it."

"Asses are elastic. They are muscle. They can stretch and loosen."

I wiggled my finger once again and Landon tensed.

"If I were to fuck you right now - which I am not going to do..."

Landon relaxed a bit.

"...then it would really hurt. But if, and I mean if, you would like me
to make love to you some day, we would work at loosening your boy pussy
so that Billy could fit inside you - deep inside you - and hopefully you
would think it was the best feeling in the world as I made love to you. I
know it would be for me."

"But we don't have to do it, do we?"

"Oh, beautiful boy, if we never do another thing together, you have made
me the most happy boy lover in the world. Yes, I would really like to
make love to you - to be inside you - to fuck you. But only if you want
it. It is all your choice. I don't want Connor mad at me for hurting you.
And I don't ever want to hurt you. We never have to fuck."

"I have to think about that."

I could feel the tension leave his body. He was worried I was going to
fuck him right now.

"Besides, I haven't even met Caiden yet. And I would really like to."

Landon laid still for a few moments, then started to wiggle his butt like
my finger was becoming uncomfortable. I was deeper into him than earlier,
so discomfort made sense. I started to pull out of him slowly. Once I got
my finger out, I pressed his ass cheeks together and rubbed his skin for
a moment. I then brought my finger to my mouth and started to suck on it.
I tasted Landon's insides, his special flavor. He was tangy and musky,
the taste of beeswax and copper was more intense than when I was licking
him. I loved his flavor. I loved everything about him.

Landon stared at me sucking my finger.

"That was just in my butt. My...boy pussy."

"Yep," I said around my tasty treat. "Delicious!"

He squinted his eyes and scrunched up his mouth. I could tell he thought
it was gross.

"Why do you like it? It's...yucky. That's where poop comes out."

That was a good question. Why did I like it so much? Well, because it was
his insides I was tasting. It was his ass I licked. Why? Because it
belonged to the cutest 12-year-old boy in the world. I'd always wanted to
do this with a boy - to taste his intimate places. Would I do it with a
14-year-old? Yeah. A 16-year-old? Eh, maybe not. An 18-year-old? Nope. A
10-year-old? Most definitely. Hmm, thinking about it, I would do this
with any boy between 6 and 13 without much hesitation - if I thought they
were cute. Yes, there were some boys I didn't think were cute. I wasn't
into fat boys at all. And some boys were too skinny. There were boys that
I liked, and there were boys that I didn't like. Landon was a boy that I
was head-over-heels in love with! But maybe because he was my first.

"Do you like chocolate ice cream?" I asked Landon.

"Yes."

"How about vanilla?"

"It's okay."

"Strawberry?"

"Yuck! No!"

"So why do you like chocolate but not strawberry?"

"Because chocolate tastes good and strawberry doesn't."

"I like chocolate ice cream, too. And you, my dear boy, are the best
chocolate ice cream I've ever had."

Landon pushed himself up on his elbows. We were still stuck together with
our combined dick spit. His chest was plastered with our goo. I reached
out with my other hand and ran a finger through the sticky mess. I then
stuck that finger in my mouth to suck it off.

"So, you've had other chocolate ice cream?" Landon asked.

Oh, clever boy, I thought. Using my own metaphor to find out more about
me. Well, he deserved the truth.

"You are my first taste of chocolate ice cream."

"I am? Then how did you know you would like it?"

"Hmm, good question. Have you ever smelled something cooking that you'd
never eaten before? And it smelled so good, you knew you would love it?"

"Yeah, Connor's mom makes this really great goulash. I thought it would
be icky, it had tomato and garlic and noodles and other stuff, but when I
smelled it, I got so hungry. I really like her goulash. Connor said I
would, and he was right."

"So, it's kinda like that. I smelled your chocolate ice cream in your
undies, and I really liked the smell. I never thought for a moment that I
would get to taste chocolate ice cream directly, but I knew where to get
underwear that might have the smell I loved. I've always wanted to try
chocolate ice cream...ok, the chocolate ice cream metaphor is a bit
silly. I've always wanted to lick a boy's butt pucker and taste him
directly, but I'd never had the chance...till I met you." I reached out
and tapped him on his cute little nose. He smiled at me. "Oh, I'd dreamed
of it, but I never thought it would happen."

He got that thoughtful expression on his face again.

"Does that make any sense?" I asked him.

"Sort of. I...uh..." He blushed. "I really like the way Connor...smells."
Landon wouldn't look at me anymore. He was embarrassed. "And I think
his...thingy...would taste good. I kinda...want to...put it
in...my...mouth. But when I am not around him, I think about it, and I
don't want to. I think it's icky. But then I do when...Caiden is hard." I
could feel little Caiden wake up as Landon talked about Connor. I think
the boy had a crush on his goth friend. "Does that make me icky?"

"Never in a thousand years! And I'm not just saying that because I want
to taste more of you - and I do! I am saying it because what we like,
what we find that smells or tastes or feels good, is different for
everyone. As long as no one gets hurt, and everyone agrees to the
tasting, then it is okay - though you still have to keep secrets from
some people that don't agree with what we like."

I returned a loving hand to Landon's bare back and stroked his smooth
skin. I stroked low over the pert mounds of his delicious ass.

"I love you, you really like Connor, and Connor really really likes you!
Maybe Connor might like me once he meets me - who knows! Or maybe Connor
likes strawberry ice cream."

"Ick."

"Yeah, strawberry ice cream has cooties."

Landon giggled. Then he suddenly tensed up and all his muscles went taut.

"What time is it?" He looked all around for a clock.

"It is 3:30pm." I could see the wall clock at the end of the couch.
"Why?"

"Whew!" Landon sagged back against me. "My mom gets home at 4. I gotta be
there when she does, or I get in lots of trouble."

"Ok, we can have you home by then." I immediately felt sad, I didn't want
him to leave...ever. "But you are kind of a mess right now. I don't think
I should return you to your mother with our cum plastered all over you.
She might think someone unkind has been diddling you. And if I am going
to be accused of diddling you, I want to at least meet Caiden first."

"I have to pee again."

"Well, ok, you know where the bathroom is. Let's just..."

"I don't want to go to the bathroom," he said.

"Well then, how are you...oh...really?"

Landon nodded. He was smirking too. The little devil.

"That would be a fine introduction to Caiden, if I do say so myself." Hot
damn, boy dick incoming!

"So...how do..."

"What you do is let me pick you up and sit your perfect ass right on my
chest. Caiden will be right in front of my face. I can say hello, give
him a lick or two, and you can relieve yourself at the same time." I
looked into Landon's big eyes. "Sound good?"

One side of his gorgeous lips quirked upwards in a smirk. "Sounds good."

The moment had arrived. I was going to meet Caiden, the pert young dick
attached to this gorgeous 12-year-old boy.

I lifted Landon up by the hips as he swung his legs up to bring his knees
to either side of my chest. I plopped him down on top of me - his legs
splayed and his boyhood was right before my eyes. He didn't have anything
to worry about. He was perfect. Caiden was gorgeous, and hard.

His 12-year-old penis was rigid. I knew it would be since it was digging
into my belly moments ago. He was cut and the throbbing rose bud of his
young glans shown brightly. The shaft of his penis bounced in time with
his heartbeat. It looked like it wanted to cause mischief - much like the
young boy himself. Oh, I was sooo ready.

I gently reached up and took the head of his penis between my thumb and
forefinger. The heat radiating off his small member was amazing. It was
still pliable - not as hard as it had been moments ago when he came on
me. But, as with young boys, he was beginning to harden up quite nicely.
The bright red, rosy glans stood pulsing. The head of his young penis was
moist and inviting. I could not wait to get it inside my mouth.

His pubic delta was hairless and sticky with the combined comes of man
and boy. His penis was also tacky with dribbled cum. His two tight small
balls were drawn up in a delicate little pouch at the base of his cock.
I'd seen them briefly from behind as I'd licked his anus, but now they
looked so much more delectable out in the open.

"Hello, Caiden," I said to Landon's dick. "I've wanted to meet you for
the longest time. You are the most gorgeous boy dick I've ever seen."

I gently traced the circumcision scar around the shaft of his boy nail.
Then I ran a finger down the underside of Landon's dick, the same way
he'd done to Billy only minutes ago. I slid my finger lower and explored
each egg in his soft sac. I prodded them gingerly, not wanting to cause
the slightest bit of pain. I looked upwards and saw Landon staring down
at the ministrations I was giving his best little friend - Caiden.

"Wow! You are beautiful, dear lovely Caiden. Landon does not know how
lucky he is to have you to play with all the time. But, right now, you
are going to go in my mouth. Don't worry, Caiden, I will be very gentle
with you. You will like it in there."

I levered Caiden down so he was pointed directly at my mouth.

"Scoot forward a little bit," I told Landon. He dutifully did.

The fleshy boy rod touched my lips, and I felt the heat of him directly.
I opened for him, parting my lips to allow a loving embrace of his
semi-turgid boyhood. I had purpose here. I was to be the receptacle of
his offering. The offering of his body. I was to drink his fluids - to
taste him in a new and wonderful way. After this, the only moisture of
his body I hadn't tasted would be that of his wonderful young mouth.
Right now, I had a bladder to empty, and I put myself to the task most
seriously.

I pulled Landon close to me, sliding his penis between my lips as I
pulled his ass with my hands. He was putty to me, letting me guide and
direct his cock where I wanted it. I closed my lips around his boyhood
and used my tongue to taste him in earnest. I licked up and down his
young cock, tasting his skin, his glans, his pee slit, and briefly, his
young balls. I knew that if I continued my exploration, I would get him
harder. That was not my intent right now. Right now, I wanted him to pee
in my mouth so I could taste him true.

I backed off from stroking his penis with my tongue and focused on the
head of his dick. Although he allowed me to engulf his dick, peeing would
be next to impossible with my mouth around his member. The stimulation
would be too much to let the bladder relax and do its job. It needed
prompting. It needed convincing that this was what was expected. Much as
I had worked Landon around to letting my taste his body, I needed to
convince his little member that it was okay to let the flow go.

I focused my tongue onto the tip of his penis. I began to twirl my tongue
in a very particular way right around the outside edge of his glans. I
hoped this would work. I'd only ever done this once - when I was mostly a
boy myself - to a man at the gym my family frequented. He taught me the
trick without me knowing what it would do. He peed in my mouth without
ever telling me what he was going to do. I was stunned and shocked, but
at the same time, I was excited and aroused. It only ever happened once,
but I remembered. I flattened my tongue and pressed the rough taste buds
into Landon's glans. I rubbed it back and forth, abrading the head of his
dick the way the man told me to. I was a quick study, he'd said. A
natural.

"Uhn, uhn," Landon flinched.

"Let it go." I said around a mouthful of 12-year-old dick. "Focus on
peeing and push it out."

I went back to rubbing the top of his penis. He twitched another time or
two and then the littlest bit of boy pee shoot from the head of his dick
into my waiting mouth. He was salty and warm. I didn't have too long to
savor his taste before a more solid stream of piss shot forth from the
head of his young penis. I let the urine fill my mouth, pushing out my
cheeks to hold more of him before having to swallow. I wanted to taste
and savor his flavor to the fullest. Once my mouth was full I let some of
it down my throat, swallowing his pee, warm and tangy.

The flow from his dick ebbed, and I had the chance to investigate his
flavor. I swished his offering around my mouth, using my tongue to swim
through the flavors. Of course, he tasted of urine, salty but not too
strong, he'd probably drank lots of water before coming to my house
today. And yet, beyond the salty flavor was something else - light and
unexpected. It was a hint of sweetness - or at least that's what I chose
to think of it as. It was all Landon, and that's all that mattered to me.

Reluctantly, I let his penis slip out of my mouth but not away from my
fingers. I continued to explore and feel Caiden to his fullest. I fiddled
with his head, prodded his shaft, and fingered his hardness. All the
while I had a mouthful of his urine to savor and slowly swallow.

After the last little bit dribbled down my throat, I opened again and
stuck my tongue out to catch the last couple drops of ambrosia from his
boyhood fountain. My mouth was suffused with the taste of him - delicate
and strong at the same time. I wanted to taste him in the morning, in the
midday, and at night, to know the full range of his flavors. I wanted all
the juices of his body to enjoy. The image of Landon pissing on me,
spraying his golden shower all across my naked body, made Billy twitch
appreciatively.

I lapped delicately at the bouncing shaft of his young dick. I lifted my
head to gently lick at the base of his cock, tasting the mix of our semen
on his soft skin. I bathed him with my tongue, cleaning and consuming at
the same time. I pushed his dick aside and lapped at his pubic delta
devoid of any hair, cleaning him with my tongue. I pressed his dick
against my cheeks as I licked lower and under his balls, tasting the skin
below his delicate and soft sac. He lifted himself up so I could explore
his taint and up the sides of his legs. I roved across him from the root
of his penis to his belly button, licking and tasting the cum residue
across his skin. He leaned into me, his young dick getting the slightest
bit harder with each passing moment. Soon he would be fully hard again -
the resilience of youth!

I would have spent more time on his shaft, working to milk the seed from
his young body again, but I knew that we were under a time deadline, and
I didn't want to cause any panic in my young lover. I felt certain that
there would be another time to take his boyhood into my mouth, bring him
to another wonderful orgasm, and taste his developing seed fired hot from
his balls.

But that would not be today. I backed off from licking him, just
occasionally lapping at his skin, as he came down from the intimacy of my
tongue. I'd drank his urine, swallowed it all down like the sweet liqueur
it was. That, and all that we'd done today, would sustain me until I
could once again taste of his young body. Such flavors he possessed. I
was drunk on all things Landon.

I roamed a hand across his lightly developed chest and flicked at his
nipple. He was still sticky - we'd cum a lot.

"I'd suggest a shower to clean you up, but we don't have time for that.
Looks like you need to be home in 15 minutes."

Landon actually frowned.

"I don't want to go home."

"Well, I could come up with some story to tell your mom to keep you
here." I didn't think I could, but it sounded really good. "Like maybe
how I needed you to stay here and take a shower because you were covered
with cum - yours and mine. Think she'd go for that?"

"No, but I would if I could stay here with you longer." He lunged down
quickly - too quickly for me to react - and kissed me on the lips. It was
a quick smack. His soft, warm, wet lips met mine and were gone before I
could react. I was stunned once again.

Landon pushed off me and started to dismount my naked body. I loved
watching him move in the nude. He reached for his shirt and shorts,
quickly donning his clothing.

"You'll just have to shower when you get home," I said.

"Nah, I like having you on me. I don't want to wash you off yet. It feels
naughty."

Oh, fuck me running - this boy was no end of surprises. Just like him, I
was not going to wash little Landon off me. I was never going to wash
again!

When he was dressed, he picked up my cum shot undies, sniffed them, and
tucked them in his pocket. He tracked down his shoes, by the front door
where I'd begun this days' debauchery between his ass cheeks. I got up,
still naked, and walked to the front door. Landon stopped by the door,
and as I started to open it for him, he put his hand on mine to stop me.
He looked up at me, hunger evident in his young eyes.

"Can I come again? Probably not tomorrow, mom's got me in an after school
class one day a week. But in a couple days? Uh, that is if you have some
chores or something for me to do." He blushed again. So fucking cute.

"My dear boy, you may cum again and again and again - you are 12! That's
what 12-year-old boys do. You may also come here anytime you want. Even
better if you come over and then cum while you are here, and I will
return the favor if you want me to."

He smiled then reached out and grabbed me lightly by the cock.

"Bye Billy. See you later." Then as quickly as a striking snake, he
lunged forward and kissed the top of my dick.

"Bye Josh!" he pulled at the door, and as I stood behind it, the cutest
boy in the world left my house with a promise to return. My seed was
smeared all over his body and inside his ass. His boy juices were coating
my chest; his pee in my stomach. I could still taste the flavor of his
urine in my mouth. I wasn't taking no fucking shower!

I returned to the couch, grabbed Landon's used Ethika underwear, and lay
down. I placed his undies over my face so I could smell him the best,
started to stroke Billy lightly, and drifted off into the best sleep of
my life.
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