Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 17:10:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Billy's Tightie Whities 2

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 2

	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.

Chapter 2


	The next week, I agreed to open the center early for Billy's Mom.
For the first hour each day, we were the only ones there.  On Monday he
immediately went into the changing room and stripped down to his briefs.
When he walked over to the couch where I was sitting, I looked closely at
his crotch.  It had several yellow rings.  He sat down, I put my arm around
him, and he snuggled up against me.  As we watched cartoons I kept watching
him.  Billy started fiddling with his penis through his briefs, and he soon
had a nice tent in them.  I slid my hand down to it.  When I started
rubbing it with a finger, he stretched out and let out a low moan.  After a
few minutes of that treatment I pulled the front of his briefs down and
tucked the waistband under his balls, giving me my first clear & up-close
view of his package.  It was probably four inches long and cut with a
bullet head, and was crowned with a neat strip of brown pubes; his balls
were still small and smooth, hanging down nicely for a boy his age.
	Billy smiled at me as I grasped his little stalk between my fingers
and started slow-stroking him.  I was impressed with how hard he was, and
couldn't wait to get to know it very well, in every way possible!  After
looking at the clock, which showed we had about 40 minutes before another
teacher arrived, I laid him down on the couch on his back.  Then I slid his
briefs off and tossed them on the floor, leaving him completely naked.
Billy grinned and looked down at his boner, which pointed up towards his
belly button.
	While knelt between his spread-apart legs, I leaned over him and
leaned down to give his lips a little peck.  I lowered my mouth to his
chest, and spent a few minutes giving his little nipples the royal oral
treatment while holding his hips in my hands.  Then I slowly slid my tongue
down his body, eliciting a combination of moans and squeals/giggles.  When
I started tonguing his innie belly button, Billy's body bucked and jumped
around in my grasp, as he giggled and laughed loudly.
"S-s-s-st-sto-s-op..." he stuttered, still laughing uncontrollably.  A jet
of warm boypiss sprayed out of his hard little boycock, all over my shirt
and a bit into my mouth.  Quickly I moved my mouth to engulf his package,
drinking in the last bit of piss leaking out, and began sucking him.  Billy
grabbed my head in his hands and thrust up and down, loud moaning and
groaning replacing his laughter.
	"Uh, um, ah, OH!" His sounds of ecstasy filled the room.  A minute
later his whole body stiffened, he humped up into my mouth and stayed
there.  His boner throbbed and jerked, and I felt several spurts of sweet
boycream fill my mouth.  After he finished cumming I kept up my sucking
until he tried to jerk away, complaining that it tickled too much.  But I
didn't release my grip; I held him tight, and rubbed my tongue back and
forth quickly against the head of his dick (centering on the piss slit).
Billy squirmed and wiggled, hissed and screeched.  Then he started slapping
my head and shoulders.
	"STOP, lemme go, you're making me hafta go PEE!" he squealed, his
body shuddering.  Then I felt him tense up, and then relax, and my mouth
began filling up with his warm piss.  It seemed to go on forever; I
struggled to swallow and keep up with it.  Finally he was drained, and he
collapsed down onto the couch, his hard-on finally going limp.  I gave it
one final suck, sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and
smiled down at him.  Billy grinned back at me weakly.  "When can we do all
that again??"
	I checked my watch; 20 minutes before other staff would be
arriving, so we needed to get "presentable."  Billy and I went into the
changing room, I stripped off my clothes, and we hopped in the shower
together.  I wished we had more time so we could play around in there, but
it was too risky.  So I washed both of us down, we rinsed off, then stepped
out; he let me dry him off, then I dried myself and got dressed
(fortunately I had an extra shirt in my locker).  And we were back on the
couch, me fully dressed and Billy in his customary briefs, watching TV with
almost 10 minutes to spare.  Just enough time for some "innocent cuddling"
until I heard a car pull into the parking lot outside.

	After lunch, I went out to the playground to supervise.  Billy was
out there, running around the yard and climbing around the climbing
structure in his briefs with several other boys.  I pushed kids on the
swings, threw a ball around some, and just stood/sat around talking to some
(especially Billy).  About 3:00 Mrs. Phillips called out that the swimming
pool was being opened, and all of the kids ran in to get changed.  All
except Billy.  He stood in front of me chattering away, and constantly
fiddling with the front of his briefs.
	A few minutes later Billy laid down in the grass in front of me,
facing me and just looking up at me with a goofy grin on his face.  He
closed his eyes, and I could SEE his whole body totally relax. `What's he
doing?' I wondered.  But I just sat there and waited.
	When Billy stood back up, he just stood there at first.  Then I
looked down at his briefs.  His crotch was soaked and still dripping.
	Billy, did you just lay there and..." I pointed at the grass.  "Pee
in your briefs?" I whispered.
	He just grinned at me, laughed, ran across the parking lot to the
pool, and jumped in.  After sitting there in surprised shock for a minute I
chuckled, shook my head, and stood up; knelt down and felt the ground where
he had lain; and then brought my hand to my nose and sniffed.  "Yup, he
pissed!"
	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?

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