Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2018 21:46:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: BILLY AND HIS TIGHTIE WHITIES 9

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
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BILLY'S TIGHTIE WHITIES

       After a while, we all sat back.  All six bodies were dripping with
pee, but all of us were smiling.  I went and pulled the hose over, and the
boys took turns getting sprayed (and helping each other rub down their
bodies).  Finally, Chad took over the hose and sprayed me down, with all of
them rubbing their hands all over me.  We went inside to the bathroom, and
washed down in the tub shower in two groups of two.  Of course, the
cleaning was not at all chaste, resulting in more cums.
       Lunch was the last of the pizza, and then Billy's mom arrived to
help take boys home.  I drove Chad and Matthew home; they both shared the
front bench seat with me, and there was lots of over-the-pants and
in-the-pants groping as we went down the roads.  And two exhausted boys
were delivered to their homes.

CHAPTER 9

	Monday was Matthew's last morning at the day care center, before he
flew back home the next day.  We had a going-away party for him; everyone,
adults and kids alike, were going to miss him.  Most of all, Billy and me.
	I had arranged to get the afternoon off, so that the three of us
could spend one last time together.  We took the bus to the next city down
the coast, and walked right to the outlet mall.  The first store we went to
was Toys R Us.  Matthew had commented a few times how much he wanted a
certain box of toy soldiers.  We walked around for a few minutes, the boys
stopping every so often to pick up this item or that.  Then we got to the
action figures area, and Matthew went right to the shelves for the toy
soldiers.  The space for the set he liked was empty, and the look of
disappointment on his face was obvious.  I let them each pick out a toy,
and then we went to check out.  The cashier took Matthew's toy from him,
scanned it, and then he dropped it on the floor.  When he stood back up, he
handed Matthew a large bag.  Matthew turned to me with a look of utter
confusion, but I just told him to look in the bag.  He opened it, and
pulled out a box with the full set of toy soldiers that he was wanting.
	"Surprise!"  He looked at me with shock, then back to the box, then
back to me.  Understanding came over his face.  He dropped the box, jumped
into my arms, and buried his face in my neck.
	"Thank you SO MUCH Jon, I can't believe you bought this for me!"  I
hugged him for a few minutes, then put him down.  I had already paid when I
set this up, so we put the bags in my backpack and left the store.  The
boys each walked next to me and held my hand.  That's got to be one of
life's greatest pleasures, walking down the street hand in hand with two
cute boys!  After a few blocks we got to the water feature where I had run
into Billy and his Mom; being another warm August day, it was full of kids
playing in it (including quite a few boys in their underpants).  The boys
asked me if they could play in the water for a while, and of course I said
yes.  They both stripped down to their tightie whities, and ran into the
fountains.
	I sat down next to an older man (he told me his name was Randall),
and we struck up a conversation.  He was there with his 3 nephews, who were
5, 8, and 11 years old.  He pointed them out, and couldn't help remarking
how cute they were.  I almost panicked when I realized what I had said, but
then was put at ease when he said he agreed.  Petey was the 5 year old, and
was wearing superman Underoos.  The 8 year old was Michael; like my boys,
he was in just his tightie whities.  And the 11 was Mark; he was wearing a
sky blue Speedo that accentuated his package very nicely.
	We talked for a while, and Randall made several comments that made
me think he liked boys too: how he helped Mark pick out and try on his
Speedo, how the boys always ran around in just their underwear at home and
when visiting him, that Mark had started puberty and was developing very
nicely...  He also remarked about Matthew and Billy being in their
underwear, and that he was impressed that a boy as old as Billy would still
go around in his underwear in public.  I told him about the day care
center, and how Billy swam and ran around in his tightie whities.  He said
that must be a sight to see!
	Michael came running over to us, holding himself and saying that he
had to pee.  Randall asked me where the bathrooms were, and I said I'd show
them.  We stood up, Randall took his boy's other hand, and I took them to a
single-use bathroom at the corner of the park.  I planned to suggest that
Michael just pee his underwear, but I chickened out.  And I'm glad I did!
	We walked in, and I closed and locked the door behind us.  Michael
walked up to the toilet, and just stood there; Randall chuckled, and told
me that Michael likes him to "help out."  When he walked right up behind
him and lowered the boy's briefs to his ankles, I went right next to them
and watched.  Randall reached around and grasped his little semi-hard dick
and pointed it into the toilet, and seconds later his piss stream started.
After it died down, Randall kept a hold of his dick and started rubbing it
up and down.  Soon Michael had a nice boy boner, about 2-3 inches, and was
moaning as he leaned back against Randall.  He looked over at me and said,
"I thought you'd like to see this."  I couldn't speak, I just nodded my
head and continued watching, also while rubbing myself through my shorts.
Minutes later Michael sucked in his breath, his whole body stiffened and
then shuddered as he went through his dry cum.  Finally Randall slid his
briefs back up into place, and then rubbed him again, which caused the wet
briefs to cling to his still-hard penis like a second skin.  We went back,
and the boy ran over to rejoin the others (I noticed that Randall's boys
and my boys were now playing together) as Randall and I sat back on the
bench.  "I have a very special relationship with my nephews, as I'm sure
you've figured out," he said quietly.
	I nodded, and said that I did too, with Billy and Matthew.  He
puled out a piece of paper and a pen, wrote down his name and number, and
handed it to me.  "Call me if you and your boys ever want to get together
with me and mine."  I told him how Matthew was going back home, but that I
thought Billy would like that.  We sat back and watched our boys (and the
others that were there), commenting occasionally on what we saw.  After a
while little Petey walked over and said that he was tired and wanted to go
home, so Randall gathered up his boys.  We promised to call each other;
after his boys pulled shorts on over their wet shorts, they walked off.
Billy came over, and asked where they went; I told him they went home, but
that he and I might go visit them sometime.  Billy smiled.  Matthew walked
over, and they both asked if we could go to my apartment.  I told them yes,
but that first we'd take the bus to one more place: an ice cream store I
liked.
	Both boys cheered, and Billy jumped into my lap and hugged me while
grinding against me.  When he pulled back, we looked down.  "You got my
shirt all wet!" I playfully admonished him, giving the side of his butt a
sharp smack.  He just giggled, reached down to the bottom, and started
pulling it up over my head.
	"Let me wear your shirt, since I'm already wet!"
	"What about me?  I won't be allowed on the bus and in the store
without a shirt, and it's not like I could wear YOUR shirt!"  Billy
laughed, got off my lap and onto his feet, and reached under the bench to
grab my backpack.  He opened it, and pulled out another t-shirt of mine.
"Where did THAT come from?"
	"I put it in there!" he giggled, then reached over and finished
pulling my shirt off of me.  I shrugged, and let him, then put on the other
shirt.  The boys stripped off their wet briefs, and asked me for a towel.
I stared at them seriously.
	"YOU TWO were supposed to bring them!"
	"Nuh-uh!"
	"NOW how are we gonna get dry?"
	"Guess you'll both have to just air dry!"  The boys whooped, spread
out their arms, and started running around naked.  Others around us just
looked at them and laughed, until I finally pulled towels out of my
backpack.  They ran over and grabbed them from me, half-scowled at me but
then laughed, and then dried off and got dressed (shoes and socks and
shorts and shirts, but no underwear).  Billy had on my shirt, which came
down almost to his knees.  It almost looked like a dress!
	We gathered up our stuff into my backpack, and headed back to the
bus stop.  Both boys again walked on either side of me, holding my hand.
We got to the stop, and the boys ran around playing tag until the bus came.
Where DO they get their energy!  When it came we got on, and I paid for the
three of us.  The boys saw that the bench at the back was empty (as was the
whole back half of the bus), and they dragged me back to it.  Billy sat
next to the window, Matthew next to him, and then me with the aisle in
front of me.  We chatted about nothing in particular, as the bus went down
the city roads and then onto the highway.  At the last stop in the city, a
woman got on with four boys (three preschool-aged and one around Billy's
age).  The older boy was very cute, and looked like a Southern California
surfer (sun blond hair, shorts that could have passed for a swimsuit,
sandals, and a half-t that ended several inches above his navel).  The
woman's attention was focused on the three little ones, and he had a bored
expression on his face as he looked around the bus and outside.  Our eyes
met several times, and we both smiled at each other.
	Then Matthew got my attention by elbowing me.  I looked over, and
he raised his hand up to show me what was in it: Billy's shorts!  I gasped,
and looked over at Billy; he lifted up the bottom of his (my) t-shirt, and
there were his dick and balls on full display!  I shook my head in wonder
at his boldness.  Matthew put his hand on my shoulder, and pushed it around
so that my back was to him.  Then he unzipped my backpack, put Billy's
shorts in there, and zipped it back up.  I turned back to the boys.  "Are
you REALLY going to walk around like that?"  Billy just nodded.  Then he
pulled the t-shirt all the way up and held it up with his chin, and then
started playing with himself.  Once he was hard, he wrapped his fingers
around the shaft and started jerking up and down.
	I looked around the bus.  No one was within four or five rows of
us, so we were safe (for now).  Billy reached over and grabbed my hand, and
pulled it to his boner.  I told him to dribble some spit down onto his
dickhead, and then I used my fingers to massage it into his shaft and
dickhead while I jerked him.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he got
this dreamy look on his face, I was amazed that he was able to keep from
moaning out loud.  After a minute, I stopped and pulled his shirt down.  He
gave me such an anguished look that I explained to him why: we needed him
to calm down, because his boner bouncing around under his shirt when we
walked would make it too obvious that he wasn't wearing anything
underneath.
	The bus pulled off of the highway in the next town, and as it went
down the main road, all of the other passengers got off (including the
woman with the four boys, the older boy turned and smiled at me and waved
before he left).  When we got to the stop near the ice cream stop the
driver was the only one left on the bus besides us.  We walked down the
aisle, and thanked the driver; as he stepped off the bottom step, Billy
reached back and flipped up the back of his t-shirt (thus mooning the
driver).  I thought the poor driver's eyes were going to pop out of his
head!  He sat there staring at Billy's back as we walked down the street,
until he finally closed the door and drove away.
	The boys continued their mischievousness as we walked.  Matthew
kept pulling up the back or front of Billy's shirt, mostly when no other
people or cars were near us.  But a few times he miscalculated, and someone
walked around a corner or a car suddenly went by.  That always caused them
to burst into fits of giggles.
	When we got to the ice cream store, we all ordered a double scoop
cone, and chose a table in the corner by the front window (Billy's choice).
He pulled his shirt up to his armpits, and held it there.  His naked body
was in plain sight for Matthew and me, but the table hid it from anyone
else inside the place.  He also sat with his back to the big plate glass
window, with his legs folded under him.  When I asked him why he was
sitting in such a strange position, he told me to go out on the sidewalk
and look at our table.  I did, and almost choked on my ice cream!  There
was a space between the seat of the chairs and the back; in that space on
his chair, a good bit of his crack and ass cheeks were plainly visible!  I
shook my head, and went back in and sat down.
	"You're practically naked, Billy, and you're showing it off to the
whole street!  You're gonna get yourself, and me, arrested!"  I
lightheartedly scolded him.  He just stuck his tongue out at me, and
continued eating his ice cream.  When we finished eating and got up to go,
his shirt barely had time to fall down and cover his boy bits before anyone
could see.  Once on the sidewalk, he couldn't resist twirling around so
that the bottom of his shirt ballooned out, briefly exposing himself.  Then
the boys grabbed each other's hand, and ran ahead of me towards the bus
stop.
	When I rounded the corner near the bus stop, I met Matthew walking
towards me by himself.  I asked where Billy was; he just smirked, and
handed me something.  I held it out; it was the t-shirt of mine that Billy
had been wearing!  I asked again where Billy was, and Matthew just pointed
to the bus stop shelter.
	I walked around to the front of it.  Billy was standing on the
bench facing the road, completely naked (except for his shoes & socks).  He
had his hands on his hips, and was gyrating his hips around in circles.  I
just stopped in shock for a few moments and watched, then went over and got
the t-shirt back on him.
	"Billy, you're too much.  What am I going to do with you?"  He
pushed me so I sat down on the bench, laid facedown over my lap, and pulled
the shirt off of his buttocks.
	"Spank me!" He said around his giggles.  So I did.  Not hard enough
to really cause pain, but hard enough that he flinched and cried out.
After a dozen smacks (giving his cheeks a nice, red glow) I pulled the
shirt over his buttocks, and lifted him back onto his feet.  He
half-glared, half-smirked at me, and stood next to me as we waited for the
bus (Matthew had rejoined us, and was sitting next to me).
	The bus arrived a few minutes later, and we again got the back row
to ourselves.  The ride home was relatively uneventful, other than the boys
constantly playing with each other (Matthew undid and lowered his pants
too).  I was painfully hard as I watched their fun, but I didn't dare do
anything about it right there on the bus.
	We got off at the stop right in front of my apartment, and went in;
the boys immediately stripped naked, came over to me, and started tugging
at my clothes.  Soon, the three of us were lying on my bed naked, playing
with each other's boner.  I maneuvered into a circle suck: me engulfing
Matthew's package, Matthew sucking on Billy, and Billy going down on me.
As my saliva started dripping down below his ball sac, I rubbed my index
finger around in it to get it nice and slick and then slid it down to his
tight pucker.
	Meanwhile, Billy was going to town on my cock.  He immediately got
the head and an inch or two of shaft in his mouth, and showed me that he
had learned well from my example by using his tongue while sucking.  As the
three of us went along, Billy got a bit more and a bit more of my shaft in
before gagging and having to pull back, until he had about half of my
shaft.  Also, he had two fingers sliding in and out of my (not-so-tight)
hole.
	I rubbed my finger on and around Matthew's hole, gradually applying
slight pressure.  As I felt it opening a bit, I pushed my finger in a
little bit.  When they whole tip of my finger got in, I pushed the whole
thing in at once.  I felt his hole clinch shut around the base of my
finger, and heard him groan, but he didn't pull away.  So I started
finger-fucking him, sliding it across his immature little prostate bump as
I did.  Billy was doing the same thing to me, and the air was filled with
the sounds of all three of us moaning and groaning.  Before long, their
movements and noises told me that both of them were close to getting off,
so I increased my sucking and fingering of Matthew.  Moments later he
bucked, spasmed, and cried out as he went through his dry cum; soon after,
Billy's muffled whines told me that he was shooting off into Matthew's
mouth.  I pulled my cock out of Billy's mouth (after all, I wouldn't be
able to get off nearly as many times as they would, lol), and we all just
laid there as they recovered (though all three of us were still hard).
	After a bit I pushed Matthew's knees to his chest and spread his
legs wide, and engulfed his package again.  But I only sucked on it
momentarily; then I let it slip out and slithered my tongue all around the
base, all over his balls, and then down his perineum to his hole.  Grasping
a buttcheek in each hand, I pulled them apart to fully expose his hole and
then began rimming him.  After slobbering on his hole for a few minutes, I
backed off and pulled Billy over.  Positioning him on his knees, bent over
so his face was where mine had just been, I got him to give his first
rimjob.  And based on Matthew's moans, he was doing a good job!
	Once Billy got going, I went behind him, slid my head underneath
him, and gave his hard-on a royal tongue bath.  I guess I teased his piss
slit with my tongue a bit too much, because he gave me a mouthful of his
piss!  Course I didn't complain, I just swallowed it and then moved my
tongue along to the rest of his head.  Once it was sufficiently
spit-slickened, I went and pulled him back off of Matthew.  He looked at me
with disappointment, until I took his hips and positioned him so his dick
was right against Matthew's hole.  When he grinned and grasped his friend's
hips, I told him to wait; then I knelt right by Matthew's ear, and
whispered for him to relax his hole.  While I whispered comforting words in
his ear, I waved for Billy to go ahead and push in.
       Matthew's shriek told me it happened; I looked back to see Billy
completely buried up Matthew's ass (wow, what a glorious sight!), and then
rubbed Matthew's lower back comfortingly as I whispered soothing words to
him.  When his sobs reduced to whimpering, I sat back and watched Billy
fuck him.  At one point, I put my hand underneath and placed a finger along
Matthew's perineum; I could feel Billy's hard-on sliding in and out!
       With Billy fucking Matthew on his own, I dove back in and sucked
Matthew into my mouth.  I alternated between tightly sliding my lips up and
down his shaft with swirling my tongue all over his package.  The two of us
working him over was driving Matthew wild; his body was shaking and
shivering, and his voice switched between low moans/groans and high-pitched
squeals/shrieks.  I counted at least three dry cums, his boner bucking and
throbbing in my mouth, and then Billy shot off.  His cry was part wounded
animal, part ecstatic wail.  Then h basically collapsed to the side, and
they both lay there, panting.
       After they came down from their sexual highs and had some recovery
time, it was my turn.  I laid on my back between them, legs spread, slowly
playing with my raging hard-on.  When they both sat up and looked down at
me, I put a hand behind each of their heads and puled them down to my
crotch.  Soon there were two pairs of hands roaming around on my thighs and
hips, as two pairs of boylips slid all over my cock and balls.  I was in
heaven, and it wasn't long before I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm.
I knew that Matthew wouldn't be able to take my cock up his ass, but since
this would be my last time with him before he went back home, I wanted to
get as close to it as I could.
       Getting up on my knees, I pushed Billy to the side and told him to
wait.  I maneuvered Matthew on his hands and knees, spread his legs wide
and knelt behind him, and told Billy to lie face-up underneath and 69 with
his friend.  While they went at it, I jerked myself until I felt the
build-up coming to a crescendo.  Then I put my cock against Matthew's
still-slick hole and pushed just enough that I felt it opening up a bit (I
knew he'd be preoccupied enough with Billy that any pain wouldn't register
as bad), and then resumed jerking my shaft until I plunged over the edge.
Matthew's hole was open enough so that most of my cum jetted inside of him;
and it was so hot, feeling his stretched asslips pressed around my piss
slit.
       I held myself there as the boys sucked each other to another orgasm
(by this time, even Billy's had to be dry).  When they released each other
from their mouths, I pulled Billy's body down until his crotch was right
under Matthew's hole and my cock.  Then I pulled back, put my hands on
Matthew's cheeks and pried them apart, and watched as Billy's softening
dick became coated with my load and Matthew's ass juices dripping from his
hole.  He giggled, and put his hand there to smear it all over himself and
down between his legs.

       It had been a fantastic day, but it was getting close to the time
that I had to have Matthew home.  I herded the boys into the bathroom, and
we shared a shower (there was barely enough room for the three of us, but
none of us minded the close quarters).  We helped wash each other's bodies,
including making sure that all evidence of our sex was gone from our
privates and asses.  Three dicks got plumped up again, but we were all too
spent to get fully hard again.  Good thing, or we might never have gotten
out!

       After drying off, we got dressed.  Billy and Matthew wore each
other's tightie whities.  Billy's were rather big on Matthew, barely
staying up, and Matthew's hugged Billy's midsection so tightly that his
dick and balls were practically being strangled.  But they looked SO cute!
Once fully dressed we got the rest of their stuff, including Matthew's new
supply of toy soldiers, and went out to my car.  Both boys climbed in the
front with me, with Matthew in the middle.  We barely said a word as I
drove to Matthew's house, but our hands were busy the whole way.
       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.

Chapter 10 (getting Billy home, to start) will be coming soon.  Big thanks
to the few who have emailed me with comments and to chat about this topic,
but I'd love to hear from more of you; 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