Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2022 20:10:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Jimmy and the XYZ boys -- chapter 10

This is the tenth chapter in the series about a group of boys and their
budding sexual perversions, primarily starring Jimmy.  Most episodes are
short, and are tied to the ones before it.  There will be sexual activity,
but that won't always be the primary focus.

All of this is fictional, though a lot is based on my actions and thoughts
as a young gay boy. If you like what you've read, please send me fan mail
at jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net. Also, you can read my other stories posted
on Nifty in the Gay sections Adult-Youth and Young Friends: Billie's
Tightie Whities, My Summer Surgery and Marcus, 14 y/o freeballer, Heat Wave
Boys, Sixth Grade Josh, and What Happened When Miguel Wet His Pants.

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The XYZ boys-Jimmy takes his friends on a day of adventures

"Oh my god, you REALLY wet your pants in front of other people???" George
said incredulously.  Jimmy just nodded, with a mischievous grin on his
face.

The three best friends were sitting in the grass at the park.  It was early
enough that no one else was around.  Jimmy had just finished telling the
other two about his adventures the other day, when they were busy with
their families.

"Did anyone say anything to you about it?"  Jimmy shook his head.

"No, not really.  Some just looked at me funny.  Didn't matter, I just
wanted to do it.  Felt good!"  The boy leaned back on one hand, and patted
his crotch with the other.  As usual, his zipper was down, so this made his
fly gap open and reveal his briefs to his friends.  Nothing new to them.

"And you went naked at the water park, AND swam in the river naked?  Wow!"
Robbie was always impressed by his friend's antics.  A lot of them he was
too scared to do, because he was afraid he'd get in trouble, but it was fun
to hear about and see.

"WE should do more naked stuff!" George said.  He elbowed Robbie, who
looked at him apprehensively.  But the idea was out there.

Jimmy jumped to his feet.  "Yes!  Come on!"  He reached down, grabbed his
friends' hands, and pulled them to their feet.

"Where are we going?" Robbie asked, as Jimmy led them to their bikes.  He
hopped on his, and looked at them.

"To the beach.  You remembered to bring your swimsuits, didn't you?"  The
other two nodded as they mounted their bikes, and the trio headed off.



When they arrived at the beach, Jimmy locked the three bikes together at
the bike rack.  After taking off their shoes the other two headed towards
the bathrooms, but Jimmy shook his head and pointed to the river.

"Wat, aren't we going to change into our swimsuits?"  Jimmy gave a grin,
nodded, and started walking onto the sand.

"But the changing rooms are over there!"  Robbie just stood there,
confused.  George started following Jimmy, looking back at Robbie with an
equally confused look.  So Robbie followed as well.

They got to a good patch of sand a few feet away from the river, and all
three dropped their backpacks.  The smaller two boys looked at Jimmy, who
didn't say a word.  He fished his beach blanket out of his backpack, and
shook one end at them; they laid it out, and then all three got out their
beach towels and swimsuits.  The two stood there with puzzled expressions,
watching Jimmy, who at first also just stood there.  Then he reached down
and undid the button on his shorts, shook his hips until they slid down to
his feet, and then peeled off his t-shirt.

Jimmy now only had on a pair of pale blue bikini-style briefs (with a large
dark spot where the tip of Jimmy's dick was, a testament to his peeing
habit).  But only for a moment; then he slid them down and off, leaving
himself completely naked.  His friends giggled.

"Aren't you afraid you'll get in trouble?"  George had started stripping
but much slower than his friend, wanting to see if he was really doing
this.  His shirt was on the blanket and his hand was on the waistband of
his shorts, as he looked around to see if anyone on the beach said or did
anything about the boys stripping.  But other than a few glancing their
way, there seemed to be little reaction.

"Nah, what're they gonna do, arrest nine-year-old boys for changing into
their swimsuits?"  Jimmy chuckled as he rummaged through his backpack for
his swimsuit, still naked.  George gave a laugh, and continued changing.
After undoing the button and dropping his shorts to his feet he stood there
in his standard tightie whities, pausing again as he took a breath and
gathered up his courage.  "Geeze, Georgie, are you EVER gonna get some
kinda undies other than tightie whities?"  George just ignored him.

Robbie just stood there, not moving, looking like a deer caught in the
headlights.  He had only ever gotten naked in public once in his life, and
that was with his two friends on the school playground when no one else was
around.  But this time they weren't alone.  Finally he decided to go for
it, but he changed at lightning speed.  He had his swimsuit out, clothes
removed, and swimsuit on, and the other two were still naked as they pulled
their swimsuits out of their bags.  Both of them shook their bare asses
around as they pulled on their swim shorts, and giggled as they heard one
far-off wolf whistle.

Now that they were appropriately clad for the beach, the three stood there
a moment looking at each other.  Robbie wore an old pair that came down to
his knees but were very tight, as his mom hadn't yet bought him a new pair
this year and he was outgrowing these.  They were dark blue with
different-colored beach balls all over.  George had on a brand-new pair
that HIS mom had bought big so he could grow into them.  They rode so low
on his hips that they looked like they would fall down if he sneezed,
making him regret that he had removed the drawstring.  They were the style
that was getting more popular with boys these days, only coming down to
mid-thigh, and were adorned with a mosaic of geometric shapes.

Jimmy had begged his dad to buy him a swimsuit like he had seen last year
in the Olympics, and for Christmas he had gotten exactly what he wanted,
ordered online through a European retailer.  He wore a lime-green
Speedo-style suit, though his seemed even briefer than Speedos.  It felt
kind of like he was in his underwear, which was why he liked them.



The boys spent the rest of the morning running enjoying the beach: playing
in the water, building sandcastles, and generally just being boys.  George
kept tugging his shorts up, as he was showing his buttcrack every time he
bent over or knelt down.  Twice while jumping around in the water they slid
all the way down.  The second time, before he could pull them back up,
Robbie pushed him over and Jimmy pulled them off his feet.  They ran off,
tossing them back and forth for a few minutes while a naked George chased
them.  The other beachgoers just laughed as they watched the boyhood
antics.

At one point they engaged in a sand fight, flinging handfuls of wet sand at
each other.  Two other boys around their age joined in, and soon the five
of them were rolling around at the edge of the water, wrestling and dumping
clods of wet sand on each other's head and back.  When Jimmy pushed a big
handful down into the back of George's shorts, they all wrestled around
stuffing sand down the front and backs of each other's swimsuits.  By the
time the mother of the two called them over, all five were covered head to
toe (inside their shorts and out) with sand.  After diving into the river
and washing as much of the sand off as they could, the three boys gathered
up their stuff and headed to the bathroom hut.  They knew there was a pair
of outdoor showers there, where they could wash the sand off better.

"That was fun, but MA-A-AN, I even got sand up my buttcrack!"

"I think I got sand IN my butt!"

The boys staggered across the sand, giggling and pushing & tripping each
other.  When they got there, many people were coming onto the beach and out
of the bathrooms after changing, but they seemed to be the only ones
leaving and had the showers to themselves.  After tossing their backpacks
and towels and stuff on a little patch of grass, they got under the
showerheads and turned them on: Jimmy under one, and the other two together
under the other one.

"Geeze there's sand in my hair!"

"Mine too!"

"Let's wash the sand out of each other's hair."  George and Robbie took
turns putting their hands on each other's head and tried washing each
other's hair at the same time, but they kept bumping heads.  Then Jimmy
joined them under their showerhead, and coordinated the three helping each
other one at a time.  Soon, they all had washed the sand off of themselves
everywhere... except inside their bathing suits.

"I still feel a ton of sand inside my shorts, how are we gonna get it out
of THERE?"  George and Robbie then looked at Jimmy, knowing he'd come up
with a plan.

And he did.  Giving his friends a big grin he bent over, slid his swimsuit
down his legs, and stood up.  Naked, he stepped back and turned his
swimsuit inside out, then started rinsing it out under the shower stream.

"Come on, this is the only way to get the sand out of our shorts."  The
other two glanced at each other, looked around, and put their hands on
their waistbands.

"But there's a lot of people here who will see us naked," Robbie said
softly.  Jimmy just shrugged, and continued washing out his suit.

"So?  I don't care, do you, really?"

George giggled.  "Nope!"  He quickly shucked his swimsuit, and joined Jimmy
in rinsing it out.  Moments later a naked Robbie was also rinsing his out.

After a few minutes Jimmy wrung his suit out, and tossed it over onto the
grass with the rest of their belongings.  His friends followed suit.

"Now what?  I still got sand in my crack and all over my dick and balls,"
George whispered.

"I got an idea, hold on."  Standing on his tiptoes, Jimmy was just tall
enough to be able to reach both showerheads.  He angled both so they
pointed at the trio, and stepped under the combined stream.  Then he
grabbed his friends' arms and pulled them under with him.  "Now we just
help each other like we did with our hair."  He leaned over, and started
rubbing his hands all over George's hips and buttcheeks.

Soon six hands were rubbing all over each other's not-so-private areas, the
three boys twisting and turning and reaching all over each other in an
attempt to clean off all the sand.  Jimmy had the other two bend over to
touch their toes, with their legs spread, as he ran his fingers up and down
in their buttcracks to rid those areas of sand.  Finally Jimmy assumed that
position, and told them to get HIS crack clean.  Giggling, they did so.

After turning off the showers the three boys sauntered over to the grass,
picked up their towels, and nonchalantly dried off. As he dried his hair,
Jimmy peeked out and looked around at the people walking by.  Most just
glanced at the naked threesome; some seemed to be intentionally staring
straight ahead and ignoring them; and a few moved away from them.  But
there were some that stared at them: younger kids, who giggled and/or
yanked on their parent's hand and pointed; older grandparent types who
scowled; and a couple of men (different ages) who leered at them.  But no
one said anything to them.

After drying off they boys got dressed and loaded up their backpacks,
hopped on their bikes, and rode off.  Jimmy took the lead (as usual), and
led them along the riverfront bike trail.  It surprised George and Robbie
when they passed their turnoff, as the two had never gone in this
direction, but they continued to trail their bigger friend without saying
anything.

It was the hottest part of the day, and Jimmy was once again steadily
drinking from his water bottle.  The other two drank from theirs as well,
though not as much.  He was soon feeling the pleasurable fullness in his
bladder, but refrained from releasing little spurts as he rode, letting the
pressure build.

After a while the trio reached the next town.  Jimmy led them through its
streets until they reached a McDonald's.  He biked over to it, dismounted,
and parked it in the bicycle rack.

"THIS is why you told us to bring a coupla bucks," George said as Jimmy
chained their bikes together. They walked into the restaurant, ordered some
food, and took it to a booth.  Jimmy had them all slide onto the bench at
the back of a booth, with him in the middle.  In the middle of eating Jimmy
suddenly put his burger down, leaned forward against the table with his
hands down in his lap, and then sat back with his hands clasped behind his
head.  The other two looked at him quizzically.

"What are you doing NOW, Jimmy?" the two asked him together.  Jimmy just
grinned at them and nodded down towards his lap.  His zipper was down, of
course, and the button was still fastened.  His fly was gapping open, and
it looked like he had pushed his briefs down inside his shorts; but his
boydick wasn't just sticking out, he had a boner pointing up out of the
fly!  Both of his friends gasped, looked around, then back at the
protuberance.

"What if someone looks under our table, and sees?!?"  As used to his
friend's craziness as he was, George was once again shocked.

"Sees what?" Jimmy said in mock innocence.  Then he reached down, grasped
its base, and waved his boner around.  "Come on, you two do it too.  I dare
you both to leave your dicks hanging out of your fly for the rest of
lunch!"  They looked around Jimmy at each other, as if silently discussing
the dare.  They looked at their table; after realizing that the curve of
the booth would hide their laps from anyone else, they complied and reached
down into their own laps.  Soon all three boys were munching away on their
burgers and fries, with three boydicks hanging out of open flies.

With final noisy slurps from their milkshakes, the boys finished eating.
George and Robbie reached down to stuff themselves back inside their
shorts, but Jimmy stopped them.

"Nuh-uh.  I gotta piss, and I bet you two do too.  We'll leave them hanging
out while we walk to the bathroom, our shirts will cover us up."  They
exited the booth, and looked down.  While Jimmy and George's shirts hung
down well below their open flies, Robbie's shirt was an older and
almost-too-small one like his swimsuit had been.  He had to bend forward
and pull the hem down, which made for an awkward walk.

At the back of the place, the three went together into one of those
single-use bathrooms.  After locking the door, Jimmy let George and Robbie
use the urinal and the toilet first.  When they finished, they spotted
Jimmy; he had dropped his shorts and taken off his shirt, and stood there
in his briefs.  They watched with confused expressions as Jimmy then went
over and sat down on the toilet with his underpants still on.

"What..."  Robbie started, but couldn't even complete his thought.  Jimmy
brought his feet up onto the front of the rim, and leaned back a bit, his
head back and eyes closed in a dreamy look.  Seconds later, the boys heard
a slow drip in the toilet.  They walked right up to Jimmy, and looked down;
the front was a darker color, which was spreading both down between his
thighs and across both hips.

"You're pissing your undies!"  Robbie stared, his mouth hanging open, as he
witnessed something he never would have dreamed of.

George looked at his friend with a combination of amusement and awe.  "Have
you ever pissed in your briefs on the toilet like this before?"  A steady
stream could now be heard as Jimmy emptied his bladder, every inch of his
briefs now a darker, shimmering color.  He nodded.

"Once, at home.  This is the first time I ever did it in public."

"Are you gonna put your shorts back on on top of them?"

"You'll see."

After a minute or two the stream dwindled to just a drip again, Jimmy
sitting there until it completely stopped.  He asked George to hand him a
couple of paper towels.  Once in hand he shook his butt up and down, stood
up, and wiped off the pee that started to drip down his legs.  Then he put
his shorts and t-shirt back on; the boys looked, but there was no wetness
showing on Jimmy's shorts (yet).  Then they walked out and went back to
their bikes.



George and Robbie expected Jimmy to lead them back to the river path and
back home.  But instead, he led them through the town's streets.  After a
bit they biked across the parking lot of a park, and then down a dirt trail
that ended at a small lake.  Jimmy took them to a sunny patch of grass
right by the shore, then dismounted and dropped his bike.  He got his beach
blanket out of his backpack again, and spread it in the grass.  Then the
boy stripped off everything but his still-damp undies, and laid down on his
stomach.  Looking back over his shoulder at his friends, he told them to
strip down and join them.  Soon three boys in just their briefs were lying
side by side, looking out across the lake.

"This is a cool place my dad brings me to sometimes.  Hardly anyone comes
to this end of the lake, so he lets me run around and swim in my undies,
even naked sometimes."  He grinned at them, then put his head down on his
arms and closed his eyes.  After a long morning of biking and running
around, the boys spent the next hour just laying around talking until they
each dozed off.