Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2018 20:31:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Billy's Tightie Whities-1

The following story is fictional, though it is based on a real-life
incident. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is
illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to
comment at jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net. Thanks, Jon.

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BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES

	Ah, the 1970s.  Such an innocent time, with few of the hang-ups
today's society seems to have!
	It was the summer after my junior year in college, and I got a job
working in a day care center.  It was an upscale center with a big
playground structure (complete with a 3-room playhouse about 25 feet off
the ground) and a pool.  Every day there was about 3 dozen 5-14 year old
boys and girls, and I was one of the six staff members.  And yes, I was the
only male worker.  We all worked with all of the kids, taking turns
supervising the different areas and setting up games and things, but I
spent most of my time with the boys (the female staffers were glad to have
me take the boys off of their hands, lol).
	The first time I met Billy, there were 3 things that caught my eye:
he was cute, had a precocious outgoing personality, and wore minimal
clothing.  I liked his blond hair that almost reached his shoulders; his
constant smile and friendly chatter brightened up the room and rubbed off
on those around him.  On that day he wore sneakers with almost-knee high
white socks, athletic shorts (the kind that most boys in the 70s wore, that
barely covered his upper thighs), and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off
his smooth pits; as the days progressed, this proved to be his usual
"uniform."
	One of my first mornings, I arrived as the morning meeting was just
beginning; the kids were sitting on the floor, facing the adults who were
going over the day's activities.  Billy was sitting right up front in the
middle.  With the way he was sitting with his knees up, the leg openings of
his shorts had slid down and spread open so that I could easily see right
up inside.  Putting a good bit of his tightie whities on display.
	By this time in my life, I knew that I liked young boys and had a
thing for seeing them in plain white briefs (commonly referred to as
"tightie whities").  So I spent the rest of the meeting watching Billy, and
looking up his shorts when he slid his fingers up inside to adjust himself.
	I spent that day trying to get assigned to whatever area Billy was
in, and was mostly successful.  By the end of the day, I knew a lot about
him from talking to him whenever he was near me.  He had turned 11 years
old right before summer started, and had just finished fifth grade.  He had
one older brother (17 years old), and they lived with their Mom (their Dad
died when Billy was a toddler).  But the best things I discovered about
Billy were that he was very affectionate (he kept touching me, leaning on
me, and sitting on my lap) and he kept putting his hand in his shorts
(frequently exposing his briefs).

	The next day ended up being one of the hottest of the summer; after
lunch, most of the kids went in and changed into their swimsuits.
Unfortunately, Billy had forgotten his.  With tear-filled eyes (one of the
few times I ever saw him without a smile), he pleaded with the head teacher
(the owner of the center, she actually lived in an apartment above the main
building).  I was standing nearby, and had an idea.
	"Mrs. Phillips, couldn't we just let Billy swim in his underwear?
They cover as much as a Speedo would!  Then when he's done swimming, he can
take his wet briefs off and still have dry shorts to wear."  Billy
apparently thought that was a great idea.  He wiped his eyes and resumed
his usual bright smile, wrapped his arms around me in a big hug, and looked
at Mrs. Phillips.
	"Yeah, Mrs. P., could I?  I REALLY wanna swim!"
	"Are you sure you're OK with swimming that way, Billy?  You're OK
with people seeing you in just your underwear?"  He nodded his head
vigorously, his arms still wrapped around me.  "I guess you can, if you're
SURE you're OK with it."
	Billy let out a loud cheer, jumped up and down clapping his hands,
and ran out the door towards the pool.
	"Jon, I want you to be the pool teacher today, at least for as long
as Billy's in there.  Make sure no one teases him too much."
	"Sure, Brenda, no problem."  I went into the male changing room
(back then, no one cared about adults and kids in a school setting like
that changing clothes together).  Once I had my racing Speedo on (deep red
with a black stripe going up each hip), I headed out to the pool.  Billy
was already in there, in just his briefs, and I was happy to see that no
one else seemed to be giving it a second thought.
	As the afternoon wore along, I spent more and more time throwing
kids (mostly boys, as usual) into the air.  Billy was my constant shadow,
alternating between wanting me to throw him, clinging to my back, and
getting us to swim underwater between each other's legs.  He continued
being very handsy with me, sliding his hands all over my body (and even
rubbing and grabbing).  So I started doing the same to him.  When I threw
him, I would cup his package in the palm of my hand and fondle him through
his briefs (he was almost always hard, and felt about 5 thin inches long).
That seemed to push Billy even further; the next time he climbed onto my
back, his hand ran across my belly until it reached the edge of my Speedo.
Then he slid it inside, and began to fondle my hard cock.
	While I had played around with several boys before that, with those
I babysat and from around my neighborhood, I had never run across a boy as
brazen and outright sexual as Billy.  Of course, I loved it!  When I felt
myself getting too close to the edge, I pulled his hand out.  When no one
was too close to us, I did the same to him (and found out that he had a
small patch of pubes right at the base of his dick).  I even pulled his
briefs down underwater sometimes, which always caused him to giggle.  Every
time he climbed out of the water, his wet briefs clung to him like a second
skin, clearly showing off his erection.  But he didn't seem to care, he
seemed to flaunt it and show it off.
	Billy spent the rest of that day like this, in the pool in just his
briefs.  When his Mom arrived to pick him up he climbed out of the pool,
grabbed a towel and dried off, then walked to the other building (towel in
hand, his near-naked body on full display other than the wet briefs) to
change back into his clothes.
	Every day for the next week, Billy "forgot" his swimsuit every day.
After that, it basically became expected that he would swim in his briefs.
For the rest of the summer, I saw Billy in just his briefs more than I saw
him fully dressed (in the pool, walking between the pool and the main
building).  He started hanging out in the game room in just his briefs too,
and the other teachers quickly gave up herding him back into the changing
room to get dressed.  Before long, he was running around the playground in
this state of undress as well.  My job had become my ultimate fantasy!
	One afternoon Billy came back to the playground after going to the
bathroom.  He came and stood in front of me, telling me about what he was
doing later, and I noticed something: he had a large wet area on the pouch
of his briefs.  I figured he just stuffed it back too quickly and then
leaked some more, so I didn't give it much thought.  But then I noticed
this happening every day.

The story continues in Chapter 2.  Send me an email with any comments, or
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