Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2019 18:38:27 -0800 (PST)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES 10

This series of stories is fictional, though it is based on real-life
incidents. They involve adult and minors in sexual situations (including
public nudity, oral, anal play and intercourse, and watersports).  Please
do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your
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BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES

       We held hands (with Matthew again in the middle) as we walked up to
the door, wanting to be close to each other right up to the last second.
When his Aunt opened the door, Matthew broke down.  Sobbing, he wrapped his
arms around Billy in a tight hug.  She thanked me for making her nephew
feel so welcome here during his short visit; I assured her that it was my
pleasure, that he was a great kid.  She smiled at their show of affection;
I was happy when she still had it as Matthew finally pulled back and kissed
Billy right on the lips.  Then he jumped in my arms and hugged me good-bye,
gave me a peck kiss on the lips and jumped down to his feet, then ran into
the house and was gone.  She thanked me again, took his things and went
inside, and closed the door.


It's been an interesting couple of months, sorry for the delay all.  But
here's:

CHAPTER 10

	Billy and I looked at each other; my eyes were filling with tears,
and he had tears pouring down both cheeks.  I pulled him to me, and we
stood there for five minutes with our arms wrapped around each other.  When
he let go I leaned down and gave him a kiss, and then we walked back to my
car.  As I drove, we talked about Matthew and what a great friend he was.
	One of the great things about youth is their ability to recuperate
after adversity.  Within minutes Billy seemed recovered from losing his
buddy, and began chatting about the things we would do together when I
moved in and we started sharing a room.  "Jon, do you think I'm weird
because I like to pee myself?"  I glanced over at him and smiled, then
moved my hand to his bare thigh and rubbed it.
	"No, Billy, I think it's GREAT that you're twelve years old and
already know what you like to do.  And you're so confident, you have no
problem doing those things in front of other people!"  I squeezed his knee
several times, he squealed and bucked.  I looked over at him again, and saw
a large wet spot in his crotch.  "Oops, SORRY!" I said without conviction,
gave his knee another squeeze, and listened to him let out a moan.
	"Jon, if you make me pee myself anymore, I'm gonna soak your car
seat!"  I didn't want that, so moved my hand off of his leg.  "I wish I
could, though, it would feel good to sit here and pee myself over and
over!"
	We were driving by the big parking lot of a grocery store, so I
turned in and pulled into a parking space in the far corner (away from any
other cars).  "You can do that, if you want to.  I've got some old towels
in the trunk; we can put them under you to cover the seat, and you can pee
as much as you want to."
	"But how will I clean up before I have to be home?  There's not
enough time for you to wash my clothes, is there?"  I turned to face him,
and grinned.
	"You're not going home tonight, your Mom said you can sleep over at
my place and then just go to the center with me in the morning."  Billy
started jumping up and down in his seat, and then leaned over to give me a
big hug.
       "YES!"  He opened the car door and jumped out, then ran to the back
of the car.  "Come ON!" he urged.  I chuckled at his enthusiasm, and got
out.  We laid two of the towels across the seat and two around the bottom
of the seatback, and tucked them in; then we folded several more towels
until there was a "bench" of towels about six inches thick for him to sit
on, and he climbed back in and bounced up and down on them.  "Ooh,
cushiony!" he giggled.  I got in and started the car back up, and pulled
out of the spot.  "Can we get a big thing of soda for me to drink, and then
just drive around for a long time?"
       I looked at my gas gauge.  "We'll have to fill up with gas then."  I
drove a few blocks until I found one with a 7-11 across the street, pulled
up to a gas pump and took out my wallet, and gave Billy a couple of
dollars.  "Go over to the 7-11 and buy two Big Gulps.  Just BE CAREFUL
crossing the street!" I admonished him, and then he jumped out.  "And bring
me back the change, don't spend it all on candy!"  I yelled before he
slammed the car door shut.  I watched him run to the corner, look both
ways, and run across to the store, then I turned to the gas station
attendant who had come to pump my gas.

       Billy came back a few minutes later, his hands busy holding the two
big cups of soda, and giggling.  I reached over and opened the door, he got
in, and sat down.  When he finally calmed down, I asked him what was so
funny.  "The guy at 7-11 said maybe he shouldn't sell me any soda because I
had already pissed my pants.  I forgot you made me do that!" and he started
giggling again.  I looked at the front of his pants again, realized how
obvious it was that he had peed in them, and started laughing as well.
       When the attendant finished filling my tank and I had paid him, I
pulled back onto the road and started driving around.  Billy started
drinking non-stop from the two sodas (and playfully let out a huge belch
about every minute).  About a half hour into our drive he stopped drinking,
was letting out little whimpers, and his legs were shaking.  Soon I hear a
hissing sound, and was able to watch him just enough to see his entire
crotch turn wet.  "AAAHHH!!!" he said after he finished, then resumed
drinking.  This little scene played out over and over, and more frequently.
By the time he finished the first Big Gulp, there was barely a minute
between his pissings.
       I decided to end his car wettings, partly because I didn't want to
chance it soaking all the way through to my car seat, so I headed home.
When I turned the car off and Billy got out, I gathered up the towels.  The
bottom one was dry, but just BARELY!  Billy, on the other hand, was BEYOND
soaked.  As we walked to my back door, even though he wasn't actually
peeing, piss was constantly running down his legs.  And the look on his
face showed that he LOVED this.
       When I move into their house, I intend to take my old mattress to
the dump, so my plan with Billy tonight includes lots of wet fun.  Once we
got to the back door and I opened it, I picked Billy up and carried him
(carefully, since he still held his second Big Gulp in his hands) into the
bedroom and laid him on the bed.  I filled him in on my plan, and
instructed him to guzzle the rest of the soda as fast as he could.  After
removing our shoes from our feet (no need in getting THOSE all pissy), I
laid down next to Billy.  He was already horny (his erection tenting out
his shorts obviously), and I helped keep him that way by rubbing my hands
all over him (both on top of and underneath his clothes).  Each time he
started to piss, I rolled him over on top of me crotch-to-crotch.  It
wasn't long before I, too, was soaked.  When he finished the second soda, I
hugged Billy to me and started tickling him mercilessly.  As he pissed
endlessly and uncontrollably, I also let go and pissed (I had intentionally
been holding mine in all afternoon and was bursting myself).  When both of
our bladders were finally completely drained, the clothing on both of us
(and the bed) were drenched in piss.
       Billy and I rolled around together, kissing passionately, feeling
the bed squishing underneath us.  As we did, we also undid each other's
shorts and tugged on each other's clothing until we were both naked.  While
I had played around with piss before, I had never had sex with a guy while
basically swimming in it.  Billy was rubbing off on ME!
       I pushed Billy onto his back, and got above him on my hands and
knees.  After we made out for a few minutes, I began sliding my tongue down
his chest.  First, I concentrated on his right nipple: flicking the tip of
my tongue across the little nub until it stiffened up, sucking on it and
the areola, and gently nibbling on it with my teeth.  Licking straight
across, I gave the same treatment to his left nipple.  Billy was squirming
and shaking, the fingers of both hands entwined in my hair.  Then I licked
down to his innie belly button, and gave that a thorough tongue cleaning.
He squirmed and squealed so much, that I'm sure he would have pissed some
more if he hadn't completely emptied his bladder a short while ago.
       Finally, I tongued my way down to his package.  He was rock hard,
not surprising considering the tongue teasing I was giving him.  First, I
went right in and swallowed his boner to the hilt.  It wasn't long enough
to reach my throat so I just kept the entire thing real still in my mouth,
and sucked it as hard as I could like it was a straw while also rubbing my
tongue along the underside of his dick head.  That drove him WILD!  Within
minutes he was spraying his cum into the back of my throat.
       When he finished shooting, I released his still-hard dick from my
mouth and started licking all around his groin.  I licked, gummed, and
gently chewed on each of his balls, and both balls together, until tears
were pouring down his cheeks and he was begging me to suck him again.  But
I wanted him ultimately horny, so I didn't.  Instead, I pushed his legs up
and licked down his perineum.  After licking back and forth on that for a
while I moved down to his hole.
       Because of our earlier piss play, and his pissing himself over and
over in the car, his entire backside tasted like boy pee.  That made
rimming him doubly sexy to me.  I had him so on edge, and he was so
sexually charged, that his hole was practically pulling my tongue inside.
Then I slid my pointer finger into his hole, and finger fucked him while I
rimmed him.  He handled that fine, of course, but whimpered a bit when I
added my middle finger.
       Soon Billy relaxed enough to take my two fingers easily, and I
decided the time had come to fuck him.  I got up on my knees, and really
worked his hole over with my fingers.  Billy started stroking his hard
dick, but I didn't want him to cum yet so I slapped his hand away (he gave
me a look of frustration, but went along).  I watched his face closely as I
pushed my ring finger in him along with the other two; it was beet red.  He
grunted and strained, and I could feel his hole struggling to accommodate
all three fingers, but he did it.
       I was JUST able to reach the floor next to the bed without removing
my fingers from his hole, so that I could reach the tube of lube that was
there.  Then I got back on my knees, and squeezed some lube onto my
fingers.  As I pushed them into his hole he complained that it was cold,
but I told him it would warm up.  I squeezed a good amount (more than
usual) along the top of my hard cock, then put the lube down and spread it
all over my cock (making sure the tip had a lot on it).
       When I pulled my fingers out of him, his hole remained open a bit.
I scooted up and put my lubed-up cockhead against his hole; he was looking
at me with such anticipation and eagerness, but I could also see
apprehension.
       "Don't worry, buddy, I'll go slow so you can get used to it."  My
cock was rock hard, it felt SO good rubbing against his slick hole.
       "Nuh-uh, just put it in me real quick, like pulling off a band-aid,"
he chuckled.  He was nervous, but was also trying to be brave.  I slowly
pushed into him, until the head was starting to open him up even more, but
he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.  So I went ahead and slid it
all the way in him, all at once.  Billy screamed and covered his face with
a pillow, and I could hear him sobbing, so I kept still and let him calm
down and get used to it.  His rectum gripped my cock like a glove; the
feeling surpassed anything I'd ever felt before.
       After a few minutes, Billy pulled the pillow off of his face.  Tears
were streaming down his cheeks, but he was calmer.  "That really hurt!" he
said in a shaky voice.
       "I know, the first time always does.  Are you ok now?  Do you want
me to keep going, or take it out?"  He lay there looking at me, still
quietly crying, as he thought it over.  He finally gave me a little smile
and told me to go ahead and fuck him, so I slid my cock almost all the way
out of him and then back home again.  I was going to have to do this
carefully, if I wanted it to last more than a minute!
       After a couple of slow fuck strokes in and out, I began to pick up
the pace.  Billy whimpered a bit every time I slammed it back in, but his
hard boycock told me that he was beginning to enjoy it.  To keep from
cumming too quick, I alternated full strokes with little rabbit thrusts,
but even that had me rushing towards the edge.  All too soon I felt my
balls pull up, and knew I couldn't hold back much longer.  Grasping Billy's
hips in my hands, I thrust into him long and hard, my pelvis slapping
against his asscheeks over and over.  I felt my load rushing through my
shaft, and held it in as long as I could; as the damn burst and I began
spraying cum into his ass, I continued fucking him as hard and fast as I
could.
       Finally, my balls were empty; I collapsed down onto him momentarily,
and then rolled us over onto our sides.  I managed to straighten his legs
out and rotate him around without my still-semi hard cock leaving his hole,
so that I was spooning him from behind.  We were both exhausted, and soon
we both fell into a deep sleep (my cock remaining up his ass).

Ok I know I had told you that Chapter 10 would be coming soon, but this
time I mean it for Chapter 11!  Thanks so much to those who emailed me over
the past four months.  I hope I got back to all of you; let's keep it up!
Would love to hear from more of you, with comments and to chat about this
topic; I love chatting and getting personal!  Don't forget to check your
email settings to make sure I'm not blocked.  I want to be able to respond
back!

-Jon