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It was on his mind as he got ready to go to the market, putting on his outside clothes and his shoes, grabbing his backpack and checking his pockets for his wallet and his keys. It remained in the back of his head on his way there, during the long ride on a mostly-empty bus and the ten-minute walk that followed. He tried very hard not to get distracted by the thought of it while he picked out fresh meat, fruit and vegetables, and tried not to get talked into buying other things he didn't need at all. The thought only grew more intense on the way back, as he clutched his stuffed backpack in his lap and tried desperately to hide his erection underneath. He gulped and he licked his lips, and his legs jiggled uncontrollably with excitement. He got out of the bus on stiff legs and approached his building, knowing that he would have to unpack the groceries first before he could do anything else. Laios bit the inside of his cheek. The anticipation may well have killed him.
By the time he got home, Falin had already gone out to work, so the front door was closed. Having retrieved the key – a manoeuvre made difficult by his heavy backpack restricting the movements of his arms – he put it in the keyhole, turned it, and finally let himself inside, breathing heavily. He stumbled into the kitchen and put the backpack down on the kitchen table before jogging back into the hall to take off his shoes and lock the door. He unpacked everything he bought as quickly as possible, desperate to be back in his own room. Meat for the freezer, meat for the fridge, fruit for the basket on the table, vegetables for the fridge... Laios slammed the fridge shut and rested his forehead against the door. That was everything. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He grabbed his backpack on the way to his room and dropped it near the doorstep. He carefully closed the door, made sure it was closed, and stepped away from it. It wasn't as if anybody was going to interrupt him. Falin was at work and Kabru said that he wasn't going to come over until his birthday, and nobody else had any reason to come over. Finally, he was free to do whatever he wanted for the next few hours. Though he probably wouldn't need that long.
For a start, he took off all his clothes. His pants, his shirt, his boxers and his socks. After a few hours spent outside with entirely too many layers of clothing restraining the movements of his body, taking them off felt incredibly good. With his eyes closed, his mouth agape, and his arms rubbing his chest, his stomach, his sides and his thighs, Laios stood amongst the clothes scattered at his feet and breathed softly, enjoying his own nudity. A pleasant chill went through his body and he opened his eyes again, stretching his arms above his head. Then he crouched and picked up his clothes, one by one, and put them in a pile by the door, next to his backpack. He would put them in the laundry basket later. For now, he had something far more important to do.
Kabru said that he would leave his used underwear somewhere in Laios' room before he left for work. Laios knew that he kept that promise. He wasn't the kind of person to forget about something like this. If he changed his mind, he would have said so. Laios wasn't sure when Kabru managed to hide it, and he didn't yet know where, but he was certain that Kabru's boxer briefs were somewhere in his room. Now it was only a matter of finding them. Laios stood up straight and scanned the room cautiously. It didn't seem like Kabru put them on any of his shelves or inside the cabinet. He would have noticed it already. It was also highly likely that Kabru didn't want to mess with his books or his figurines for the sake of something like this. Laios nodded to himself.
The bed seemed like too obvious of a choice, but he checked it thoroughly anyway, just in case. He checked under each and every pillow and examined the bedframe and the mattress. Kabru wouldn't have had the time to dismantle the structure of the bed. At best, he would have shoved it right there, between the bedframe and the mattress, but the boxers were nowhere to be found – unlike multiple packs of condoms, which Laios felt under his fingertips, picked up, examined, and put back where he found them, blushing profusely. Kabru was prepared for everything, it seemed. In any case, the boxers weren't there. He knew this already. The smell of Kabru's discharge would have been much stronger otherwise. All he picked up on was the scent of the bedsheets, still damp with Kabru's sweat as well as his own. He would have to wash the bedsheets soon. Maybe tomorrow.
Laios got down to his knees and looked under the bed. Kabru's underwear wasn't there either, but his phallus was, standing upright beside a bottle of lubricant. Laios blinked slowly as he stared at the two items, licking his lips. A while ago, he told Kabru that he could leave his stuff under the bed, whatever he wouldn't need outside of Laios' bedroom, and evidently Kabru took him up on that offer. It made sense that it would be those two things, he thought. Kabru probably didn't need them back home. Staring appreciatively at the phallus, Laios found himself looking forward to the next time Kabru would use it on him, whenever that would be. Probably on his birthday. Until then, it would wait here, untouched. Laios would only check on it to make sure that it wasn't dusty.
With the bed crossed off the list, his search continued. Laios took a deep breath through his nose and kept his face close to the floor. He could definitely smell something, very faintly. On his knees, he proceeded to crawl around the room in a zigzag. Under the bookshelf? No, nothing there except dust bunnies. Under the cabinet? No, but the smell was definitely getting stronger. With his mouth open, sniffing the air, Laios stuck his head under the desk. Here! It was somewhere around here! He covered his mouth as soon as he caught himself drooling. Where was it? He checked inside the suitcase that contained all of his clothes, but it wasn't there, not between the clothes, not in any of the side pockets. Huffing impatiently, he checked around the suitcase, and finally caught a glimpse of something red sticking out from underneath it. His eyes twinkled and his heart thumped in his chest. Carefully lifting the suitcase with one hand, he pulled it out with the other.
The smell filled the room in an instant. Kabru's red-and-black striped boxer briefs, the ones that reminded him of a tiger's markings. Laios clutched the boxers to his chest and crawled from underneath the desk. Kneeling in the middle of the room, he examined the underwear closely. It was wet, absolutely drenched both in Kabru's sweat and the other various substances that came out of his body. Laios didn't know what they were called, or what the differences between them were, other than consistency. There was the transparent liquid, and the more gooey, sticky kind, and there was the thicker kind, resembling whipped cream, that had a really strong smell, and then there were the small chunks that looked kind of like jelly and were fun to squeeze between his fingers. The crotch of Kabru's boxers was coated in a thick layer of the creamy type of discharge. Laios put it closer to his nose and sniffed it curiously. His erection instantly twitched between his legs.
Holding the underwear in his left hand, Laios put his right on his shaft and started stroking it. A gasp escaped his mouth. He rarely touched himself before he met Kabru, partially due to a deeply ingrained sense of shame, and partially due to the lack of arousing stimuli around him. There was a time, back in the army, when he was surrounded by men who he could fantasise about, fellow soldiers, mean and scary, and bigger and stronger than him, but that was perhaps the time when he felt the most guilty over the idea of being a sexual being at all. Kabru made that opening for him, after all those years, and for once it felt safe to acknowledge the physical space he occupied. It felt safe when Kabru was there, touching him, letting him touch him in return, and it felt safe when Kabru wasn't there except in his thoughts. Laios could just about hear him right now, encouraging him to touch himself in that gentle, soothing, patient voice of his. Good boy. Touch yourself for me. Try not to make a mess, okay? If you do, don't worry. Just clean it up afterwards.
Laios' eyes rolled back in his skull as he sniffed the damp boxers. The smell was so interesting, so rich. Kind of salty, kind of bitter, kind of sweet, the smell of discharge mixed with sweat and just a hint of urine. Laios lowered his head until his forehead touched the carpet, and he spread his legs, continuously stroking his erection. He dragged his tongue up the crotch of the underwear, from the sweat stain left by the butthole to the pocket of fabric in the front, carrying the faint smell of Kabru's pubic hair. He buried his face in the fabric and sighed softly.
His mind recreated a map of Kabru's body from the smell alone. Kabru's wide hips, his juicy thighs, his soft, round butt, his almost, but not quite, flat chest and broad shoulders, his subtly muscular arms and small hands with neatly trimmed pinkish fingernails and pale palms. The parts of his body that had the most intense smell were also the hairiest ones. His underbelly, pubic mound, inner thighs and buttcrack, as well as his armpits. He wished that he could bury his face between Kabru's legs and stay there forever, but this was the next best thing. Kabru wore these boxers to bed, and he kept them on while he humped Laios yesterday morning, so all of the smells had plenty of time to soak into the fabric. He shuddered at the thought of having to wash them afterwards.
Before he met Kabru, he didn't have a solid image of the kind of boy he could fall in love with, nothing except the vaguest of ideas. It seemed futile to even entertain the thought of it. Whatever boy he could be attracted to was certain to find him repulsive. It was better not to get carried away. He didn't even know that boys like Kabru existed. He never would have imagined it if he didn't see it for himself. And the image was clear now, down to the smallest detail.
Laios grunted and moaned as he rubbed his face against the boxer briefs, holding them in place with his hand. While Kabru's scent filled his nostrils, Kabru's body and voice filled his mind. It felt nice when Kabru told him what to do. He was so nice about it, never getting impatient, always reassuring Laios that he was doing okay. It was good to have clear instructions for once, knowing that Kabru wasn't going to yell at him. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if Kabru was a little physically rougher with him, though. It didn't feel bad when Kabru wrapped his hands around his neck and talked about choking him. Actually, it felt pretty good. Laios wouldn't mind it if Kabru did it again, as long as he didn't seem as upset as he did that time. It didn't feel appropriate to bring it up then, but maybe he'd find another opportunity to talk to Kabru about it. If Kabru squeezed his neck just a little harder, it would probably feel really good...
With a muffled moan, Laios came all over the carpet and flopped flat on his belly, with his face still buried in Kabru's tiger boxer briefs.
*
As soon as Kabru got home from work, he hopped into the shower for a quick rinse. Once he got out, naked and still a little wet, he started unpacking his bag. At the very top was, of course, his lunchbox. He popped it open and inspected the contents. He forgot to eat anything while he was at work – he didn't feel the need to eat after the breakfast Laios shared with him, scrambled eggs and bread – but now his stomach was demanding an offering. Let's see... Half a dozen chocolate energy bars, as per usual. Kabru took one out and continued to examine the contents. Two hard-boiled eggs. Underneath them was a note from Laios, the instructions for checking whether an egg was rotten. Kabru stuck it on the fridge, in case he ever felt tempted to run such an experiment himself. What else? Some mandarin oranges and a large apple. A cheese-and-tomato sandwich, a classic. Kabru took a bite out of it and then put it back in the lunchbox.
Occasionally nibbling on the chocolate bar, Kabru took everything out of the bag. The bathrobe, the toiletry bag, and finally his clothes, all rolled up in a ball because he didn't feel like folding them properly when he stuffed them inside the bag, which meant that he would have to do it now, just to make sure that he didn't leave anything at Laios' house. He tossed the ball of clothes on the floor and watched it split into individual articles of clothing. Following Laios' advice, he stopped bringing multiple changes of clothes to his house, only as many as was absolutely necessary. A casual outfit for the day he would spend at Laios' house, and the outfit he would wear to work – so the one he had just taken off. Of course, he still brought multiple pairs of underwear. This was the one thing he could easily justify if Laios brought it up. Of course, this time he left one pair at Laios' house. He couldn't help but wonder if Laios already found it. Probably, yes.
Kabru knelt beside the mess on the floor and folded the clothes one by one. Two shirts. One pair of pants – he could afford to wear them for two days in a row, unlike everything else. Three pairs of socks, just to be safe, since socks possessed the mysterious ability to disappear when one wasn't looking at them. And... one, two, three, four... Kabru squinted... five pairs of underwear. His heart skipped a beat as he picked up the one pair that was certainly too big to be his. Forgetting about the task at hand entirely, he rushed towards the full-body mirror with the boxers in hand.
It became obvious that they were far, far too large for him as soon as he tried to put them on. In order to keep them in place, he had to bunch up the fabric in the back with his hand. He studied his reflection with certain amusement. What size were Laios' boxers? XXL? Even larger than that? Kabru usually wore size M, and that was only because his hips were proportionally wide. He was aware, of course, of the size difference between himself and Laios, but it was a rather striking reminder of the fact. Covering his mouth with his free hand, Kabru zeroed in on the front of the boxers, where his clitoris created a small bulge. He shuddered with a strange sense of euphoria before letting go of the boxers. They fell to the ground, wholly covering his feet.
Kabru picked up the boxers and carefully sat down on the floor in front of the mirror, spreading his legs. He studied the red undergarment with intense curiosity. Predictably, it was damp to the touch, drenched in sweat. There was a large sweat stain in the back, where the boxers must have gotten caught in Laios' crack. There was also a wet stain in the front which, having sniffed it, Kabru decided must have been ejaculate. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Laios was so easy to arouse. This must have been from when Kabru humped him. Covering his mouth as he giggled, Kabru looked up to meet the eyes of his own reflection and see his blushing face.
Wasn't it embarrassing? To act like this at his big age? Giggling while sniffing a boy's underwear? Of course, that boy was his very own boyfriend, but that didn't make it any less humiliating. If anything, wasn't it kind of pathetic that, despite his years of experience, this was the first time he was in a relationship? Perhaps it would have been different if he was allowed to attend school with children his age. He would have gotten this kind of ridiculous behaviour out of his system back when it was, if not acceptable, then at least something that could be excused. Kabru grimaced at his reflection as he put Laios' underwear between his legs. He hugged his knees to his chest.
But it felt good, didn't it? It felt good to be in a relationship with a boy who, for some reason, loved and trusted him. A boy who made sure that he was eating, and shared his interests with him without fear of being judged. A boy who was so much larger than him, in just about every metric. Kabru never thought of height or weight as an important metric for attraction, but he found himself enjoying the fact Laios was bigger and taller than him, that he was muscular but still soft, with a big chest, and a big belly, and big thighs, and the most delightful posterior. Perhaps he enjoyed it so much in part because Laios was, despite his size, so docile, submissive and harmless. A part of him, though, certainly just enjoyed the way Laios towered over him, the weight of his body as it pinned him to the bed, the ability to grope and fondle him and use him as a human pillow. It felt good, all of it. As did, though he hesitated to admit it, sniffing Laios' underwear.
It comforted him somewhat to know that Laios would do the same. He may well have been doing it right now, and if he wasn't, he would be soon. And he certainly wouldn't be ashamed of it. A smile danced on Kabru's lips as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Would he ever unlearn this shame? The shame of doing things that felt good, things that showed utter lack of self-control? It was an enticing thought, but perhaps he wasn't ready for it yet.
He glanced at his crotch in the mirror. A mass of damp hair with dark pinkish flesh sticking out of it, the clitoris and the labia. He pulled the hood up with his fingers to expose more of his vulva. The engorged clitoris reared its head. He stroked the miniature erection with his middle finger, hypnotised by the sight. When he first started taking hormones, he excitedly tracked the progress of his bottom growth. The subtle but significant changes in his body excited him. Now, after so many years, he'd gotten so used to its current state that he may have forgotten just how incredible it was. Laios' enthusiasm for it was a striking reminder, though. Kabru smiled softly.
He picked up the boxer shorts with one hand, and brought it up to his crotch. The damp fabric rubbed against his clitoris. Kabru hissed as a shiver passed through his body. He leaned back, propping himself up on his other hand, planted on the floor behind him. He continued to rub his clitoris through the fabric, watching his own reflection from beneath lowered eyelids, with his mouth agape, his cheeks flushed, and sweat dripping down his forehead.