Sowing Seeds E3 | The gardener looks great in the underwear I bought him

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Are you coming or not?” Henry says on video call. 

“Yeah, I'm coming. I'm shopping for a swim suit right now.” I pan the camera to show him the store. 

“Warren, you don't need a goddamn thong to party on a boat.” 

I wouldn't wear anything like that in front of that crowd anyway. They still think I'm straight so I'll probably go with ugly ass oversized shorts style for the trip. 

“You're missing out on all the fun,” Henry insists. “Alright, we about to do shots. Get here!” He hangs up without saying bye. 

I would love to wear underwear like this, I thought to myself as I stretched the fabric in my hands. I could still buy it and wear it in secret under my clothes.

Deciding that I don't need another swimsuit, I wander to another clothing store that actually sells underwear. I think the first time I knew I was gay was when I couldn't stop staring at the male models on the packages.

Todd would look great in these. They are boxer briefs and tight in all the right places. Then, I hold up another package of briefs that I think I would look good in. I imagine the two of us standing next to each other, wearing our new underwear and showing it off to each other. 

Would he bulge just like in this photo? More or less? 

My ass would be completely out in this. 

“Can I help you with anything?” The salesperson startles me. Flustered, I impulsively give him both pairs of underwear to buy.

When I got home, I saw that the gardening truck was still there. I think this is usually around the time that Todd finishes up. Curious, I walked to the area where he has been working. 

“There you are. Thought you went to Ibiza without saying bye.” Todd gives me a wave.

“Hey.” God, it's so distracting when he's shirtless and dripping sweat like that. 

“Tan is looking better, isn't it?” he says while looking down at his own body. 

“It looks good,” I say and he shows me his muscular back. 

“I didn't work on the legs. Felt weird to be in my boxers if you weren't here.” 

I raise my eyebrows in shock over his statement, and he quickly continues his sentence. 

“I mean, at least you'd know what I was doing.” Changing the subject rather rapidly, he says, “What'd you get?” 

“Oh.” I look down at the bag in my hands. “It's nothing.”

“What is it? Jewelry made of caviar or something?” 

I chuckle at his joke, and then shake my head. “It's just some underwear.” 

“I thought we decided it was me that needed some underwear,” Todd says, pulling a towel out of his bag and drying himself off. “Just gonna get out of the sun here.” He approaches and stands in the shade where I am. 

Up close, his muscles are incredibly enticing to look at. They’re right there, and I can make it all the definition now.

“I don't smell, do I?” 

“No,” I say, feeling my pockets for my sunglasses so I can hide where my eyes are wandering to. Fuck, where are they?

“What kind of underwear did you get?” 

God, he's so close to me. I can actually smell him but it doesn't smell bad. It’s like a mix of deodorant and being in the sun. 

I put the bag down and pull out the two pairs of underwear. He looks at both of them quickly and then makes a downwards smile with his face.

“A man that can do both then.” 

“Yeah…” I say awkwardly. My heart pounds at how close he is to me, his naturally fit physique not even a reach away.

“How do you wear S and M at the same time?” He peers at the packages carefully. 

“Huh?” 

“Here. This one is M, and this one is S.”

“Oh shit, I must have made a mistake.” I watch him stand back up straight. The tan line that was on his shoulders has almost completely faded. 

“This one is probably gonna be huge on a skinny guy like you.” He points at boxer briefs. 

“You can have it.” I extend it to him. 

“Nah, man.” He takes the package anyway to look at it closer. 

“I'm serious. It's not worth going back to the store to return it.” Plus, you'd look really good in it. 

“Rich people things, huh?” Todd flips the package around to read the back. “Jesus, this is expensive.” 

“It's fine. Little gift from me for your hard work.” I point at the flower bed that he finished. 

“Well, thanks. And my underwear isn't even so bad today,” he jokes and pulls his shorts down a little to show me his boxers. They look old and faded, but they don't have any holes in them like yesterday’s pair. “I usually get a large though.” 

“Large wouldn't show off what you…have…” My voice trails off. Todd didn't seem to notice, and instead opens the package. Putting the boxer briefs in front of his crotch, he laughs. 

“Are my balls gonna be on full display?” 

“You have to try and see if you like it,” I say weakly. The imagery of him wearing it is really strong now. His V line at his hips would converge straight at his package.

“Alright.” I almost gasp as he takes his shorts down and strips down to his old boxers. “Oh god.” He laughs again as he stretches the waistband in his hand. “Wait, try yours on with me.” 

“Huh?”

“Your new underwear,” Todd says. “It'll make it less awkward.” 

Yeah, let's say that. 

Fuck, I'm a little hard.

But he's watching me, so I take the underwear of the package and he laughs again 

“If my balls are on display, yours are gonna be hanging out.” 

Then, Todd turns around and takes off his boxers. His perky butt is the palest part of him. He kicks them off and then bends down to put on his new underwear. 

Whoa.

His crack spread and gave me a clear view of his hole, lined with a light layer of dark hair. 

“You better be doing it too!”

I quickly take my pants and underwear down, struggling with my shaking hands. 

“You done yet?” Todd stands back up, his muscular glutes now firmly encased in the boxer briefs. 

“Almost…” I panic with my boner right behind him. I almost trip as I put on the small underwear, and push my dick down from showing up above the waistband. “Ok.”

Todd turns around and looks down at my groin, and I do the same to him.

Damn, he looks amazing. His package is protruding just like the male model in the photo. 

“Not bad.” His eyes linger in the front of my underwear. It's black, but I feel like it's still pretty obvious I'm hard. 

He steps closer and I hold my breath. 

“Are they tight around your jewels?” 

“A little,” I say in a strained voice. 

“What do you think of mine?” He adjusts his crotch in them. 

“They look…” I look up into his eyes. We've never been so close before. The tan on his face gives me a handsome outdoorsman look. 

“I like them.” He breaks eye contact and then picks up his old boxers. “To the trash this goes.” 

“Maybe get rid of the ones with the holes first,” I say. 

“You're gonna have to buy me more,” he says in a joking tone. “Alright, I'll see you tomorrow?”