Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2018 22:44:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: BILLIE'S TIGHTIE WHITIES 7

The stories in this series are fictional, though they are based on
real-life incidents. They involve an adult and minors in sexual situations.
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BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES 7

At the end of Chapter 6, I wrote that Chapter 7 would be all about the
sleepover.  But this morning, I realized that Matthew needs to get more
involved in Jon and Billy's escapades before he goes back home!  So THAT'S
what this chapter will be about, and the sleepover will be Chapter 8.

CHAPTER 7

	The next afternoon, Sunday, I got a desperate call from Billy's
mom.  She had gotten last-minute tickets to a play that night, and wanted
to take Matthew's Aunt.  But they had to leave in an hour, and needed a
babysitter for the boys.  Before she started begging, I said that I could
do it no problem.  She thanked me profusely and hung up.  I got my
backpack, and filled it with the supplies I needed for the night's
adventures.  Then I headed out to Matthew's, walking through the same woods
I went through after my last time babysitting them.  While I didn't full-on
wet my pants like then, I did let a few little spurts and dribbles out.
Just enough to pleasantly dampen my tightie whities and to be obvious to
anyone who saw me in just them, but not enough to show on my shorts.

	I walked up to the front door just as Billy and his mom were
pulling up in her car.  He jumped up and ran over to me, jumped in my arms
("forcing me" to cup his buttcheeks in my hands), and hugged me tight.
"What's in your backpack?" he said as he looked in my eyes.

	"You'll just have to be patient, young man!  Now, be a good boy and
go inside."  I squeezed his asscheeks, dropped him to his feet, and gave
his backslide a hard slap.  He gave me a mischievous grin, held his hands
over his ass, and ran into the house with a series of fake, wounded wails.
His mom and I exchanged humored glances, and followed him in.  The boys
were already running around chasing each other and wrestling.  After the
women gave the boys the usual speech about listening to me and behaving,
they left.  We listened until we heard the noise from the car's engine fade
away as it went down the street; then we grinned at each other, and the fun
was on.  Both boys circled me until I was trapped in the middle of the
room, and then I had two lively boys climbing all over me as they attempted
to pin me down.

	We wrestled for a good half hour.  I didn't use all of my strength,
and let them pin me a few times.  But then I'd turn the tables.  There was
a lot of grabbing by all three of us, and we each had a full hard-on most
of that time.

	Then Matthew jumped up and ran out the back door, Billy in close
pursuit.  I got up and followed them slowly, taking the opportunity to
catch my breath.  When I stepped into the backyard, the two of them were
jumping against the other to knock him down, jumping on each other's back,
tackling each other, and wrestling.  In other words, being two typical
boys.  I sat down and stretched out in a patio recliner, watching them.
After a few minutes they came over to me, panting, and asked for something
to drink.  I reached over and opened a mini-fridge that was next to my
chair, and pulled out a water bottle for each of us.  Before we could even
get the top off of ours, Billy had his opened and was guzzling it.  Matthew
stared at him with his mouth hanging open as Billy drained his bottle, and
then chuckled when Billy let out a loud, bubbly belch.

	"You pig!" he giggled.  Billy grabbed his water bottle from him,
opened it, and guzzled that one too.  Then he came over to me and winked,
took my water bottle, and drank it down.  When I went into the fridge to
get new bottles for Matthew and I, Billy laid out on another recliner to
wait.  Matthew took a couple of drinks from his, put it down, and then
jumped on Billy.  The two took off again running around the yard, chasing
each other.  I watched in amazement, wishing I still had all of their
energy.  For the next twenty minutes, they continued their boyish antics.
As the time went along, I noticed that Billy started reaching down and
holding himself.

	When Billy tackled Matthew, and laid down on top of him to pin him
down, Matthew laughed and squealed.  He tried to get away, but Billy was
bigger and stronger than him.  Billy held both of Matthew's hands together
with one of his, stretched out over their heads.  With his other hand, he
started tickling Matthew's sides.  The younger boy screamed in laughter,
begging him to stop.  After a few minutes I got up and went over to them,
and knelt next to them.  I started tickling Billy, who laughed like crazy,
wiggling and grinding against Matthew.

	When I quit tickling Billy, he just lay there, still pinning
Matthew down.  A minute later, Matthew yelled out.  "Wh-what's that?  What
IS that??"  He squirmed like crazy, but couldn't get out from under the
older boy.  "N-n-nooo, Billy wet his pants!  He PEED on me!"  Both boys
stood up.  Billy had a big grin on his face, and his crotch was a darker
color.  Matthew's look was one of shock and surprise; not only was his
crotch darker, his shirt was also wet.  Matthew looked down at his clothes,
and then looked over at Billy.  "I'm gonna GET you!"

	The chase was on again.  This time, I joined in and helped Matthew.
It turned into an outdoor version of earlier when we were inside: the three
of us chasing and tackling each other, and wrestling around.  When I got
Billy laid out on his back in the grass, with me sitting on him and pinning
his arms to the ground with my knees, I got Matthew to sit in front of me
on Billy's chest.  Then I held Matthew tight against my chest, and started
tickling him mercilessly.  He was gasping for breath, wiggling all over,
and soon started complaining that it was making him need to pee.  So I
increased my tickling.  Within seconds, I saw dark patches appearing on
Billy's shirt, as Matthew lost control and peed down onto him.

	At the same time, Matthew's wriggling caused me to start to lose my
balance.  Billy took this opportunity to buck up with all of his strength,
and Matthew and I slid off of Billy.  I landed on my back, with Matthew
sprawled out on top of me.  Still peeing.  So of course, now I was wet too.
Realizing what was happening, I held Matthew tightly to my chest again, and
felt the warmth of his piss spreading through my clothes into my crotch and
onto my chest.

	When Matthew's bladder finished emptying, the three of us sat up,
breathing heavily and looking back and forth at each other.  Then we all
burst out laughing.  When we got control back, we stood up.  All three of
us were a mess: dirty, sweaty, and all of our clothing was wet with pee.

	"Come on, guys, we need to get our clothes off and in the washer.
Good thing there's plenty of time to run a load of laundry and have them
dry before the ladies get back."  So we walked to the back door, and
started to strip.  It was about 5:00 in the evening; but even though summer
was almost over, it was still very warm.  It felt good stripping naked out
there in the sun.  When we were all naked, we carried our clothes into the
laundry room, and I got the washer started.

	Then I turned to the boys.  "Now what should we do?"

	Matthew piped up.  "My Aunt bought a Slip `N Slide the day I got
here.  We've set it up a buncha times in the front yard.  Can we do that?"

       Billy instantly agreed.  "Can Matthew and me play on it in our
underwear?"  I laughed, as I knew he was going to want to do that.  Of
course I let them!  I'd never turn down an opportunity to watch boys play
in water in their tightie whities!  Matthew ran up to his room and got a
fresh pair of his, and Billy rummaged through his bag until he found his.
I pulled on the pair of running shorts I had brought in my backpack, and
the three of us headed out the front door.  Within 15 minutes we had the
thing all set up and the hose attached, and the boys were filling the
neighborhood with their yells and whoops as they played.  Soon after that,
boys from up and down the street were gathering in the yard, watching, and
asking if they could play too.  Since none of them were already wearing a
swimsuit, and they didn't wasn't to take the time to run home and put one
on, they all just slid off their shoes and shorts and shirts and joined my
two charges.  I now had more than a dozen boys playing in the water in
their underwear right in front of me, ranging in age from about six to
fourteen.

       The fourteen-year-old really caught my eye.  His name was Joey, and
he was the only boy there NOT wearing tightie whities.  The year before,
Jim Palmer had become a men's underwear model.  And men (and a few teen
boys) had started wearing briefs that were not the standard FOTL or Hanes
tightie whities.  Joey had on a pair of dark blue bikini briefs.  And they
looked GREAT on him!  I learned his name and age from listening to the
boys' conversations.  His age surprised me, as I figured he was 2-3 years
younger because of his (lack of) height.  But he definitely had the
physique of a mid-teen.  His arms and legs were very shapely, and he had a
nice six-pack developing.  His light brown hair was cut close in a crew
cut, and he had piercing blue eyes.

	But of course, his best attributes were his bulge and his ass.  The
bikini briefs accented both very nicely.  He had an above-average bulge for
a boy his age and body size; but best yet, he had no body hair peeking out
from his briefs (though I'm sure he had some around his cock).  When he
raised his arms, he had a nice small patch of pubes in his pits.

	I also wondered about Joey's sexuality.  In addition for it to be
unusual for a fourteen-year-old boy to be hanging out and playing around
with a bunch of boys all younger than him, he seemed to be a bit handsy
with some of them.  I saw his hands roaming around the asses of several of
the other boys as they played, and also saw him grabbing at the privates of
some of them.  Of course, they were ALL doing that.  There were more than a
few hard-ons tenting out those wet undies, including Joey's.  And it WAS a
good size; I'd guess five to five-and-a-half inches.

	I had brought a couple of lawn chairs up from the back yard, and
spent most of the time sitting in one watching the boys play (when I wasn't
letting them convince me to take a run on the slide).  At one point Joey
came and sat next to me, and we chatted for a few minutes.  He sat back
with his legs sprawled out in front of him, almost like he was showing off
his body for me.  Several times I caught him running a finger along his
briefs-enclosed cock.  I decided I'd definitely have to remember him, and
look him up later!

	When the sun went down and the street lights came on, mothers up
and down the street started calling out kids' names.  And one by one, the
boys left the yard (most of them just carrying their clothes, I was pleased
to see).  When it was just the three of us left, the boys and I packed up
the slide and put it away, and went inside.  We went into the laundry room
and moved the clothes into the dryer, then the boys slid off their wet
briefs and I my wet shorts and threw them in as well.  Then, naked, we went
down the hall to Matthew's bedroom.  I grabbed my backpack on the way.  It
was only a little after 8:00; the ladies told me that there was no chance
they'd be back before midnight, so we had several hours still.

	The boys had me lay on the bed on my back, with my hands behind my
head; they lay on each side of me on their sides, facing me.  It was almost
as if they had either planned out what they were going to do with me
beforehand, as their actions were very coordinated.  First they both
started idly playing with my armpit hand with one of their hands, while
their other hands rubbed my chest and belly.  When I was nice and hard,
which didn't take very long with two boys molesting me like that, they ran
their hands all over my hard-on and balls, and played with my pubic hair
and treasure trail.  After a minute of that, they both got up and knelt
aside my hips.  Then they both leaned over and began licking all over my
pole!

	I was in ecstasy.  While I had played around sexually with several
boys before this, I had never had two boys together pleasuring me orally!
They both licked up and down the sides of my cock, their hands on my thighs
and stomach.  Then they both moved down, and each took a ball in their
mouths.  I didn't have to warn them about their teeth; they both did use
their teeth a bit, but gently.  It was an exquisite pain!  Then the boys
discontinued their mirror treatment.  While one used his mouth on my balls,
the other went up and sucked on my cockhead (Billy was also able to take a
few inches of my shaft, as he had the other day).  Then they switched.
When I warned them that I was about to shoot, they both moved up to my
cockhead and shared a kiss around my piss slit.  Seconds later, I erupted;
some went into their mouths, and some sprayed all over their faces.

	After coming down from my sexual high, I sat up and looked at the
boys' faces; then I burst out laughing.  They both had my cum spread across
and dripping from their noses, eyebrows, chins, and cheeks!  They looked at
me in confusion, so I told them to go in the bathroom and look in the
mirror.  While they were out of the room, I opened up my backpack; I pulled
out a towel and my two miniature vibrating dildos and tube of Anal-Eze, and
laid them out on the bed.  A minute later they walked back into the
bedroom, drying their faces with hand towels.  They got to the bed and saw
what I had put out.

	"Are those for us?"  I nodded and helped them get on their knees on
the bed, positioned them side-by-side with their heads against the bed and
their asses up in the air, and then got up behind them.  First I ran my
hands all over their buttocks, including trailing a finger up and down each
butt crack.  Both boys cooed and moaned, slightly waggling their rear ends.
I gave each of the four cheeks noisy, sloppy kisses all over; after the
last one, I trailed my tongue to the top of Billy's crack, then spent a few
minutes sliding my tongue up and down his crack, including right over his
hole.  While I did that, I continued rubbing Matthew's cheeks and running a
finger up and down his crack.  Then I switched boys, and gave Matthew's
crack the oral treatment while I rubbed and fingered Matthew.

	By now both boys were rock hard.  I got the tube of lube, and
popped it open; then I squeezed some onto one finger on each hand, and
dabbed it right on each boy's rosebud.  After putting the tube down, I
started pressing a finger into each boy slowly, rotating it and getting
each hole all nice and slick.  It was like listening to them in stereo;
they both gasped, oohed and aahed, and panted in coordination.

       A few minutes later, I decided they were ready for the next step.
While I continued fingering Matthew, I squeezed some more lube right at
Billy's gaping entrance.  Then I picked up one of the dildoes, and put its
tip right against his hole.  Since I had done this to him before, I didn't
hesitate; I pushed, and slid it all the way in at one go.  Still, he let
out a squeal, but didn't complain.  Holding it still by the base, I turned
my attention to Matthew.  I repeated my actions on Billy, adding more lube
and then placing the dildo against his hole, but with Matthew I then took
more time.  Slowly pushing it in, I waited until his gasps and grunts
subsided to moans, and then popped the head into him; he gave a shriek and
jumped away a bit, but I pulled him back and rubbed his lower back while
soothing him and encouraging him to relax.  Once he did I slid it in, until
(like Billy) he was completely impaled on it.

       When I turned both dials and starting the vibrating motors, Billy
let out a loud groan of contentment (he probable knew to expect this, from
the last time).  But Matthew squeaked and jumped around, twisting his head
to try and look under him to see what was happening.  And when I tilted it
until I got the tip vibrating right on his immature little prostate bump,
he arched his back and grinded his ass back against my hand, panting like a
little dog.  It was so cute!  I did the same to Billy, and got the same
reaction.  After a bit, I started sliding those baby dildoes in and out of
both boys, slow at first and then building up speed until I was pounding
away on both of them.  If anyone else had been in the house, they would
have to have known what was going on, as the boys' sex noises were
unmistakable.

       The boys went over the edge simultaneously: Billy spraying his boy
cum all over the towel, and Matthew experiencing a thundering dry cum.  I
pushed the bases' buttons to change them to pulsating, and again tilted
them against the boys' prostate bumps, and then just held them there as
they went through multiple cums.  Then the boys both collapsed down onto
the bed, and I knew they were done.  I eased the dildoes out, and placed
them and the lube on the floor.  Then I crawled between the boys and lay an
arm across each back.  They were both completely out.



       About an hour later Matthew woke up, but Billy remained dead to the
world.  He snuggled against me, and we both started roaming our hands all
over each other's naked body.  Soon he was hard again.  I asked him if he
was ready to try something new, and he nodded with a big smile on his face.

       I turned to Billy, and ran my hands all over him (including playing
with his soft dick and still-slightly-open hole).  He didn't stir in the
least.  I pushed his legs apart, and got Matthew to kneel between them.
Then I got the lube and opened it again, and then coated Matthew's boner
with it.  Helping him get into position, I pulled Billy's ass cheeks apart
and told Matthew to put his dick against Billy's hole.  He did and then
laid down on top of Billy; with his legs spread wide apart, I got a clear
view between their legs.  Matthew's boner was buried up Billy's hole.

       Matthew groaned, and then started the thrusting motion that comes
naturally to almost every boy in that situation.  He was too sexually
naïve to have any patience, and merely banged away at his friend's ass.
After he had his first dry cum, I got one of the dildoes and the lube
again, got it prepped and turned on to vibrate, and slid it back into
Matthew.  This just got the boy to pounding away in a frenzy.  It also
finally woke Billy up.  He raised his head up and looked back with a
questioning look; then understanding dawned across his face, and he put his
head back down and started groaning.  I counted Matthew going through three
more dry cums, and then I put the dildo back on pulsating.  Matthew
squealed, and threw his head back with an almost-pained expression on his
face, but kept pounding away.  He started sucking in his breath, and his
thrusting was becoming erratic; then he turned his head and looked at me.

       "Ooh, Jon, it REALLY feels like I'm gonna pee!"  Billy lifted his
head again and looked into Matthew's eyes, and nodded.

       "DO it, Matty, pee up my butt!" Billy chuckled.  A few seconds later
Matthew visibly relaxed down on top of Billy, and let out a long, loud
sigh.  Billy spread out his arms and legs, and giggled into the bed.  "Ooh
I feel all your warm pee filling my butt up!"  Matthew wiggled his butt,
like he was standing in front of a urinal and trying to shake off the last
few drops.  I told him to wait before pulling out.  I had Billy rise up on
his hands and knees, gathered up the towel, and pushed it against Billy's
hole while Matthew pulled out.  Then I picked Billy up, bent in half with
his ass in the air and the towel held between his legs, and carried him
into the bathroom.  I carefully sat him on the toilet, and then quickly
pulled the towel out.  Billy noisily sprayed Matthew's piss out of his ass
into the toilet.  Both boys made faces, and held their noses.  I told
Matthew to open the window.  When Billy finished, the three of us climbed
into the shower together, even though it was a very tight fit.  We had no
choice but to help wash each other, everywhere.  Not that any of us minded!

       By the time we were all washed and dried, it was 10:30.  WAY past
the boys' bedtime.  Plus, they were both worn out from all of their antics
(sexual and otherwise).  They climbed into bed together (both still naked),
and were both asleep before I could turn out the lights and close the door.
I got our clothes out of the washer, and took the boys' to the bedroom.  I
sat on the couch to watch TV (with my clothes next to me, until the last
second), and waited for the ladies to return.

Chapter 8, including the sleepover, will be coming soon.  Thanks again to
all who have emailed me with comments and to chat about this topic.  I
still want to hear from more of you!  Don't forget to check your email
settings to make sure I'm not blocked.  I want to be able to respond back!

-Jon