Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2018 15:39:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES 3

The following continuation is fictional, though it is based on a real-life
incident. It involves an adult and minors in sexual situations.  Please do
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BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES 3

	For the rest of the afternoon we were all in the pool.  Billy
climbed out of the pool and cannonballed back in next to me.  The pool
water and chlorine had washed away the evidence of his piss play.  But I
started thinking about how I could get him to do things like that again.

The story will continue in Chapter 3.  How far will I get with Billy?  How
far will he go in his clothing-optional activities and with pissing?  Will
it stay just us two?

CHAPTER 3

	Monday was a field trip day.  Once every two weeks we took the kids
on a walking field trip somewhere fun.  Today we left early and walked to
the movie theatre, for one of their summer dollar movies.  Then we walked
on to a nearby park for a picnic lunch.  It had rained all weekend, so the
ground and everything was still pretty wet; fortunately, there was a large
covered area with picnic tables that we were able to use.
	Billy rarely left my side the whole morning.  He was wearing his
usual sleeveless t-shirt (white today), above a pair of pale blue shorts
that hugged his crotch and ass and barely any of his thighs.  Though I
hadn't had a chance (yet) today to see what he had on inside of them, I'm
sure it was a pair of tightie whities (I never saw him wearing any other
kind of underpants).  On his feet were a pair of dirty Keds, with no socks.
His minimal outfit was so hot to me!
       Everywhere we walked, he held my hand (unusual for an 11yo boy, I
know, but like I've said he was always openly affectionate).  During the
movie he sat in my lap, which allowed me to discretely fondle him through
his shorts (I even managed to slip my fingers inside through the tight leg
openings).
	I noticed that Billy was drinking a lot of liquids, and I only saw
him to go the bathroom once.  He drank a large soda during the movie, and
even got halfway through a refill; at lunch, he polished off three cans of
soda.  Where does such a skinny boy hold all that liquid? I wondered if he
had some pee play planned.  Sure enough, as lunch progressed I noticed him
rubbing himself a lot, and a small wet spot appeared in his crotch.  He saw
me looking at his groin, and gave me a big smile and a wink.
	After about an hour of eating lunch and letting the kids run around
in the warm sun, we packed up the leftovers in Mrs. Phillips' car (she
never walked with us on these trips, but drove to our destination and met
us there) and headed back to the center.  Billy, of course, attached
himself to my hand; the sun had dried the front of his shorts, but his
undies had to still be damp.  He was extra fidgety, and was holding himself
for longer stretches of time.  I leaned down and asked if he wanted me to
find a place for him to go to the bathroom; he whispered back that he was
seeing how long he could hold it in.  As we walked along he gave out
periodic grunts and groans, sucking in his breath.  I wondered if wetting
his pants in front of everyone would be too embarrassing even for him;
after all, he was eleven years old.  But whatever he decided to do, I would
enjoy the show!
	We turned a corner two blocks from the center, and many kids let
loose cheers that we were almost back.  Billy now had a constant grip on
himself, with a pained expression showing behind his smile.  I wondered if
he had leaked much, and almost whispered him to move his hand away quickly
to show me, but I knew that would probably result in his completely losing
control.  So I just let him do whatever he had planned.
	Looking up, I noticed a big double semi-trailer approaching us.
Too late, I also saw that the roadway next to our group was half-covered in
rainwater.  Before I could do or say anything, the truck was speeding
alongside of us; its tires hit the puddles, dousing us with wave after wave
of the dirty water.
	We were all soaked.  Not a single person escaped the drenching.
Most of the girls screeched and whined, flapping their hands and wiping at
their clothes.  But most of the boys cheered and jumped around, reveling in
the unplanned "bath."  After helping the other adults in checking to make
sure no one was hurt, I looked at Billy.  I recognized that closed eye,
goofy grin expression on his face from last week; looking down, I saw twin
rivers practically pouring down both of his legs.
	We got back to the center as fast as we could.  All the kids were
herded into the 2 changing rooms, and the staff quickly came up with a
plan.  Hardly any of the kids had changes of clothing there, and we knew
that no one had brought a swimsuit because it was a field trip day.
Fortunately, the center had a washer/dryer set.
	I went into the boys' changing room, and the rest of the staff (all
women) went in and got the girls.  After I explained the plan to the boys
(there was about a dozen of them), we waited for a knock on the door.  10
minutes later it came, so we headed to the laundry room between the
changing rooms.  One by one we all stripped out of our wet outer clothing
and put it in the industrial washing machine.  Giving me a sly grin, Billy
declared that his undies had gotten soaked, so he peeled them off too.  And
twelve boys, plus one man, filed down the hallway in our underwear to the
TV/game room.  Plus one naked boy.  The boys all giggled as we went past
the closed door of the arts and crafts room, where they knew all the girls
were gathered in just THEIR underwear.

	I closed the door behind the last boy, and looked around at them.
Except for 15-year-old Sean (the oldest "child" at the center), who wore
big baggy boxers (which I teased him about and called "Grampa undies"), we
all wore tightie whities.  After a quick discussion, we voted to spend the
next two hours watching cartoons while we waited for our clothes to get
cleaned.  I tuned in the TV, turned off the lights and closed the curtains,
and we all settled on the floor.  Billy sat in front of me, between my
outstretched legs, leaning back against my chest.  Taking advantage of the
darkness, I rubbed his smooth chest/belly with one hand (also tweaking his
nipples and poking his belly button).  With my other hand, I played with
his dick/balls/pubic patch.  My own erection was trapped in my briefs
between us; Billy kept rubbing the small of his back against it, causing me
to leak precum into the pouch.  We kept each other right on the edge; when
I felt either of us getting too close, I stopped us until we calmed down.
	A little way into the first cartoon, I felt another small pair of
hands rubbing my calf.  I looked over and saw the back of a small blond
head framed in the light from the TV, so I reached over and poked him in
the side.  He turned his head and looked at me, and I saw that it was
9-year-old Matthew.  I patted the floor next to me, and he scooted back
against me under my arm (which I wrapped around him and pulled him close).
	Being one of those cute little boys that everyone (man, woman, boy,
or girl) oohed and aahed over, people were constantly commenting on how
cute he was.  His Aunt brought him to the center for the first time 2 weeks
ago; he was visiting with her for a month, but she was still working while
he was there.  While the other boys were constantly vying to be his
playmate, the girls kept trying to mother and baby him.  He was small for
his age, but seemed to be pretty smart.
	Matthew had quickly latched onto me, which was common with the boys
as I was the only male staff member at the center.  He became my 2nd
favorite student (next to Billy, of course).  But aside from their blond
hair, they were very different.  While Billy's hair was straight and
shoulder-length, Matthew's was much shorter and somewhat curly.  Billy was
very skinny, had a deep all-over tan, and his legs and arms bore all the
dirt and scrapes and scabs typical of a rough-and-tumble boy.  On the other
hand Matthew was somewhat pudgy (like he still retained a fair amount of
his baby fat), had very pale (almost translucent) skin, and was always very
clean and well-groomed.  They also had very dissimilar personalities; Billy
was outspoken, loud, and a leader type, while Matthew was extremely quiet,
shy, and a follower.  But they had one thing in common: both boys were
affectionate.
	I continued to manipulate Billy's hard-on and balls with one hand.
When I pulled the other hand away from his belly, he replaced it with his
own and began to rub his stomach and chest (playing with his nipples as I
had).  Matthew's body was aligned with mine in such a way that my hand
dangled down just right to fall down onto his bottom.  As I started to run
my hand all over his buttocks, caressing them through his Fruit of the
Looms, he stretched out his legs along mine and began to rub his soft foot
against my knee and upper calf.
	The three of us barely changed position for more than an hour; as
the other boys stared intently on the TV screen, my little group and I
focused on each other.  How I managed to keep from shooting off multiple
times I'll never know, but my erection was rock hard the entire time.  As
was Billy's.  And I couldn't see Matthew's, but I was sure I could feel his
little nail poking me in the side.
	Just as a third hour of cartoons was beginning the door cracked
open, and Mrs. Phillip's voice came through.  "The clothes are all washed
and dried and the girls are dressed again, so you boys can come get your
clothes on."  When she closed the door Sean got up and turned the lights
on, and all the boys got up and headed to the door.
	It took several minutes for the boys to comb through the pile of
clothes and find their own, and that time was punctuated by occasional
shrieks and laughter when a girl walked by the crowd of underpants-clad
boys.  I also heard gasps when girls spotted Billy's nude state, along with
his erection.  `Most likely the first one any of them have ever seen,' I
thought to myself amusedly.
	I managed to keep my own seriously-tented briefs hidden away from
prying eyes.  Except, of course, from Billy's.  He sat on the bench, still
naked, and watched me get dressed.  Once I was again fully clothed, I
looked at him.  "Billy, at least put your underwear on."  I looked down at
his pile of clothes.  "Where are they?"
	At first Billy just looked at me with that goofy grin if his.  Then
he reached under the bench and pulled out his still-peewet briefs.  I
thought, `That little scamp, he didn't put them in the washer with the rest
of the clothes!' And I was right.  He held them out to me, and they were
still quite damp.  He put his feet through the leg holes, stood up, and
pulled them up his legs.  Then he pulled on his shorts over them.
	"It feels good this way!" he exclaimed, patted the front of his
crotch, then put on his shoes and shirt and ran out the door.  I shook my
head and smiled at his cheekiness, and followed him out to the playground.
Sitting in a chair next to the other teachers, we talked about the day's
adventures as we watched the students running around and playing.  And I
noticed that Billy and Matthew were playing together, often running around
while holding each other's hand.

Stay tuned for chapter 4.  And don't forget to send me an email with
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