Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2021 14:28:30 -0800 (PST)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Jimmy and the XYZ Boys Chapter 2

This is the second story about a group of boys and their budding sexual
perversions, primarily starring Jimmy.  Each episode will be short, and
build on the one 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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-Jon

The teacher and an XYZ boy

The bell rang, signaling the end of 2nd grade recess.  `At last!' thought
Jimmy.  Like most boys in 3rd grade, he had been waiting impatiently for
his recess time to come.  Jimmy jumped up out of his seat, along with about
half of his classmates, ready to run out the door.

"Hold on, everyone sit down!"  Jimmy looked at the front of the classroom
towards his teacher, Mr. Benson, who was sitting behind his desk; he sat
back down, and fidgeted as the man briefly lectured the class and reminded
them that `he excuses them, not the bell.' Finally he waved them out.
Jimmy started to join his classmates as they left the room, but then
Mr. Benson called his name and waved him over.  Jimmy looked at his friend
George; they both shrugged, and then George walked out of the room.

Jimmy went and stood next to his teacher behind the big desk in the corner
of the room.  They watched the door close behind the last student, leaving
just the two of them in the room.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Benson?"  Jimmy felt his heart beating fast;
he liked his teacher, and hoped he wasn't in trouble.  The man put down his
correcting pen, turned to face Jimmy, and crooked his finger at him.  Jimmy
stepped over to stand right in front of him, between his spread-apart
knees.

"I've noticed that, every day, you have your zipper down.  Even after I
tell you to pull it up.  You do that on purpose, don't you?"  Jimmy nodded,
a grin spreading across his face.  "George does too, but it often looks
like you are TRYING to get me to see inside your shorts, with the way you
sit.  Are you?"

Jimmy's face grew warm as he felt a blush spread across it.  He did do
that, but didn't think people knew it was intentional.

"I thought so.  Do you LIKE other people seeing your underwear?"

Jimmy giggled nervously, and looked down.  He liked knowing that lots of
people could see his underwear, but he had never thought about what he
would do or say if someone talked to him about it.  Then Mr. Benson's hand
was reaching towards him; Jimmy watched as the man slid a finger into his
gaping zipper, and sucked in his breath when he felt that finger touch his
dick through his briefs.  Soon he had a boner.

"Mmm, I can tell you like this.  Has anyone ever touched you like this
before?"  That finger started rubbing him there.  His dick stood straight
up to its full almost-three inches, but felt harder than it ever had
before.  Harder than when he played with it in bed, or when he took a bath.
Even harder than that time last summer when his babysitter played with it
while helping him with his bath.

"O-o-only w-w-one time," he squeaked.  "M-my babysitter rubbed it one
t-time."

"Oh, so you were naked then?"  Jimmy nodded, without taking his eyes off of
the hand that was giving him such pleasure.  But then it stopped, and Jimmy
looked back at his teacher.

"Go lock the door, then come back here," the man said.  He did, quickly.
When he was back standing in front of the teacher, that hand came back to
his crotch.  But this time it undid the button on his shorts, pushed them
down to his ankles, and then pushed the bottom of his shirt all the way up;
Jimmy tucked his chin down to hold the shirt, leaving most of his body
naked except for his briefs.  They both looked at his bulging briefs.

"Spiderman!  I wondered what was on them," Mr. Benson said.  Then he
grasped Jimmy's cloth-covered erection through the briefs, and began
stroking it.

"AAH, Mr. Benson, that feels so GOOD!" Jimmy squealed and moaned.  He had
never imagined something like this happening.  Especially with his favorite
teacher.  But he LOVED it!

After a minute Mr. Benson lifted Jimmy up by his armpits while turning his
chair, and sat the boy down on top of his desk.  He pulled Jimmy's shorts
all the way off over his shoes and tossed them towards the boy's desk, and
pushed his chest until he was lying on his back across the big desk.  He
pushed the boy's knees apart, lowered his face to his crotch and opened his
mouth, and then closed his lips around the cloth-covered erection.

Jimmy let out a guttural moan, as he felt a shockwave of feelings all along
his boner, unlike anything he had ever felt before.  He had heard of a
blowjob, had heard about someone putting their mouth on a guy's dick.  But
he had never imagined someone doing it to him.

Mr. Benson used his whole mouth.  He felt the man's lips rubbing up and
down his little shaft.  He felt the man's teeth scraping up and down the
cloth covering.  He felt the man's tongue bathing it all in spit, to the
point that the front of his briefs were soon soaking wet.  Kind of like
when he pulled his briefs back up before he was done peeing, and the last
drops leaked out into his briefs; or when he was feeling especially naughty
while standing at a urinal, and let the first jet of his piss spray into
his briefs before he pulled them down.

It all felt so erotic to him (although he didn't know that word, couldn't
put words to these feelings that his teacher was giving him).  After a few
minutes, a new feeling washed over him.  Like he was going to pee.  He put
his hands on Mr. Benson's head and tried to push him away, but the man just
kept it up.

"Mr. B-B-Benson, STOP, it feels like I'm gonna pee!"  As much as Jimmy
enjoyed peeing on himself, he was horrified that he might pee in his
teacher's mouth, and then he would be mad at him.  He started slapping the
man's head, trying to get him to stop, but he didn't.  He just kept it up,
and the feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.  Or somewhere around there.
Until it exploded.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"  Jimmy threw his arm across his face to cover his mouth.
His boner kind of pulsed, like it did when he held his pee in as long as he
could.  His hips were bouncing up and down on their own, and he felt like
he was going to pass out.

Then it was all over.  Jimmy's entire body relaxed, and he lay there on the
desk panting.  Mr. Benson released his dick, and sat up.

"Did you like that, Jimmy?"

It took a minute until Jimmy could respond.  And all he could do was open
his eyes, look towards his teacher, and nod slightly.

"That was in-TENSE!  I never felt anything like that before!"  He reached
down and ran his hand over his saturated crotch.  "My undies are all wet,
it feels kinda neat!"

Mr. Benson smiled at hearing that.  He slowly ran his hands up and down
Jimmy's legs.  Jimmy just lay there, enjoying it as he came down off of his
sexual high.  He still had a boner, all covered by his wet briefs.

The bell rang, signaling the end of recess; Mr. Benson stood up, and walked
towards the door.  Jimmy barely noticed, just lying half-naked on top of
his teacher's desk.

"You better get up and get dressed, before your classmates get in here and
see you.  Jimmy let out a little shriek, jumped to the floor, and ran over
to his desk.  He was just finishing pulling them up when the door opened.
George was the first one in; he looked over, and saw Jimmy buttoning up his
shorts.

"Dude, what's happening?  Are you putting your shorts back on?"

"Sshh, I'll tell you later.  Meet me behind the play shed at lunch recess!"
Jimmy sat down at his desk, leaning back with his legs spread.  He looked
up at Mr. Benson, who was gazing into Jimmy's open crotch and grinning.
Jimmy reached down and caressed himself, until his teacher cleared his
throat and slightly shook his head.  So he pulled his hand up and sat up
(though he kept his legs spread wide).

The rest of the morning passed slowly for Jimmy.  He was barely able to pay
attention to the lessons, and was glad that his teacher didn't call on him
at all.  At one point, he discretely reached down to feel himself through
his open zipper.  It was just barely damp.  He relaxed his muscles, until a
small jet of pee started to shoot out.  When it soaked his briefs, he felt
it dripping down around his boy package, he clinched it off.

"Mr. Benson, can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher looked at the clock.  It was 17 minutes before the pre-lunch
recess, just short of his cutoff time for leaving class to go to the
bathroom.

"Go ahead, and hurry back.  You still have a few problems to finish so you
can go to recess."

Jimmy jumped up, and reached down to hold himself while he speed-walked
across the room.  He realized that he had almost waited too long, and was
actually in danger of peeing his pants.  George giggled as he passed.

"Shut up!" he whispered, and practically ran out the door and down the hall
as he felt a strong jet of pee almost spray out into his already-wet
undies.

Mr. Benson smiled to himself.  Boys and pee...