Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2022 20:24:23 -0800 (PST)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Jimmy and the XYZ boys Chapter 7A

This is the seventh episode (part 1) in the series about a group of boys
and their budding sexual perversions, primarily starring Jimmy.  Each
episode will be short, and is 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
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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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Jimmy discovers the pleasures of his butt – part 1

A few days later Jimmy woke up in the middle of the night, and didn't feel
well at all.  When he got up to go to the bathroom he got dizzy and almost
fell down, and this scared him. Chaz was still gone on his trip, so he got
the emergency cell phone and called his dad at work.  He told him about not
feeling well and about getting dizzy and almost falling down.

"Are you feeling hot, son?" his dad asked.

"Daddy, it's weird.  I'm sweating, and my sheets are all wet from it, but
I'm also shivering.  And I got up because it felt like I had to pee and
poop really bad, but when I sat on the toilet nothing would come out."

He heard his dad sigh.  "Yeah there's a bad flu bug going around.  Ok
buddy, I want you to go back to bed and try to go back to sleep.  I'll go
to the hospital's pharmacy at the end of my shift, and pick up a few
things."

"Ok, Daddy."  Jimmy hung up the phone and put it back, and stumbled back to
his bedroom.  He grabbed a blanket from his closet and put it on the bed,
then crawled in and pulled the covers close around himself.  He eventually
fell into a fitful sleep, still both shivering and sweating.



Jimmy's father opened Jimmy's bedroom door and walked in, put a plastic
shopping bag on the floor, and sat on his bed next to him.  He reached over
to the boy's sweaty face, and flicked the wet strands of hair out of his
eyes.  He could practically feel the heat radiating from his son's skin.

Jimmy's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled weakly at his father.  "Hi
Daddy," he croaked.

"You REALLY don't feel well, do you son?"  He placed the back of his hand
against his son's forehead as the boy shook his head.  "You feel very warm,
I'd better take your temperature."  He leaned down and picked the bag back
up, and pulled out a small box.  When he pulled a thermometer our of it,
Jimmy opened his mouth.

"No, son, this isn't an oral thermometer."  Jimmy looked at him
quizzically.  "At your age, to get the most accurate reading, I need to
take it rectally."  When the boy still looked confused, he added, "Rectally
means in your rectum.  Your butt."

Jimmy giggled, and threw the covers off of him.  His dad smiled as he
looked over his son's naked body.  He helped the boy roll onto his stomach;
took one of his pillows, folded it in half and placed it under his
midsection; and pushed his legs apart.  Then he took a container of
Vaseline out of the bag and opened it, scooped some out on his finger, and
spread it all along the thermometer.

Jimmy turned his head and looked back at his dad.  "What's that stuff,
Daddy?" he asked.

"It's Vaseline.  I'm using it to make the thermometer slippery, so it will
go into your a- I mean, your butthole, easier and less painfully."  Then he
put his coated finger against his son's asshole and rubbed it on the
pucker, before pushing the finger in to the first knuckle.  Jimmy let out a
contented sigh, causing his father to chuckle.  "Well I was going to ask
you if that hurt or was uncomfortable, but I guess you just let me know
that you liked it, am I right?"  Jimmy nodded.  "Ok son, now put your head
back on your pillow, and try to relax your butthole."

Jimmy did so and, when he felt the tip placed against his hole and then
slide into him, let out a low moan.  "Ooh, Daddy, that feels kind of weird,
but also good!"  These reactions to an anal intrusion were confirming what
the man suspected about his son's budding sexuality, so he decided to make
this as pleasurable for the boy as possible.  He slid the thermometer in
further than necessary and rotated it around, searching out his son's
immature prostate.  When the boy let out a squeak and his body flinched, he
knew he had found it.  He kept it on that spot and shook it a little until
the thermometer beeped, and then slid it out.

"Aw, Dad, why'd you stop?  I thought it was going to give me the shakes!"
The man laughed inwardly at his son's childish description of an orgasm.

"Maybe next time, son."  He read the thermometer, and frowned.
"103°. Damn, you have the flu."  He took two little bottles out of the
bag, and shook out two pills from each into his hand.  "Jimmy I need you to
lie still, and relax your butthole again, while I push these pills into
your butt one at a time with my finger, and then hold my finger in there
for a few minutes to make sure they don't come back out."

"Ok, Daddy."  Jimmy did as instructed, and let out a little fart.  "Sorry
Daddy!" he giggled.

"That's all right son, it happens."  He then placed one pill against his
son's pucker and slid his finger all the way in to push in the pill, and
then repeated that three more times.  After the third pill he felt around
until he found the sensitive little bump, and started rubbing it.  Jimmy
moaned even louder than before, and started making little thrusts against
the pillow underneath him.  `He must have a boner,' the man thought,
wondering if his son was producing any semen yet.  He was a little young
yet, but the man had noticed that his son was taller than any other boy his
age, and his boy equipment was definitely quite advanced in size.

After 2 minutes, Jimmy's thrusting got faster and jerkier.  His dad knew he
was approaching an orgasm (dry?  wet?), and started stroking his bump
faster.  Then Jimmy cried out, and his entire body stiffened and then
completely relaxed.  His dad removed his finger from his son's ass and
wiped it on the bedding.

"That seemed like a good one, huh son?"  Jimmy rolled over and off of the
pillow, and his father was able to see that it was still dry.  `Ok, so he's
not spurting yet.  Probably won't be long,' he thought.

The man ran his hand through Jimmy's hair, damp from sweating, yet he could
see the boy shivering.  "Jimmy I know that you like to sleep naked, but I
think it would be better if you wore something in bed until this fever
breaks.  Let me help you put something on."

"Ok, Daddy," he mumbled, just lying still with his eyes closed.  His Dad
went to his dresser drawers and just pulled out the first things he found:
an old pair of cotton sweatpants, and a fleece sweatshirt.  He had to dress
his son like he did when the boy was much younger.

"Let's get you back under the covers now, so you can get back to sleep.
Two of the pills will help you sleep better."  Once Jimmy was under the
covers his dad helped him get all snuggled in, and then bent down and
kissed his forehead.  "Good night, son.  I think you'll feel a bit better
when you wake up, but you'd better stay in bed."

"Good night Daddy.  And thank you...  for everything you did."  His dad
stood up, and smiled down at his son.

"You're welcome, buddy."

Jimmy was asleep again before his dad got to the bedroom door.



Jimmy again slept fitfully through the day.  When his father woke up, he
went in to check on his son.  As he sat next to him on his bed, he noticed
two things immediately: Jimmy's head was again dripping with sweat, and he
smelled something he hadn't smelled since the boy was four.  He pulled the
covers down, and felt the boy's crotch, and confirmed what he thought: he
had wet the bed.  He gently shook his shoulders.

"Jimmy, wake up."  It took a few moments, but his eyelids finally fluttered
open and he smiled up at his father.

"Hi Daddy," he said weakly.  Then a frown came over his face; he sat up and
pushed the covers all the way off.  "I-I peed the bed," and he looked back
at his father."

"I know you did, son.  Don't worry about it, it's because you're sick.
Let's get you up and out of those wet clothes, and then get you in the
shower to wash off."  He had to help Jimmy stand up, and hold him up with
one hand while he removed the boy's wet clothing and tossed them on top of
the urine-soaked bedding.  Then he picked the boy up (`He's just about too
big for me to be able to carry him anymore,' he thought) and carried him
downstairs to his master bathroom.  Jimmy sat on the toilet and watched his
Dad strip off his own underwear.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"We'll take a shower together, you're sick and will need help."  After
getting the shower going and warmed up, he helped Jimmy stand and the two
of them stepped into the large shower.  He sat on the stool, brought Jimmy
to stand against him between his legs with his back to his father, and then
started washing Jimmy's front from head to toe with body wash.  He noticed
that, even though the boy was ill, the boy still boned up as his penis and
balls were being washed.

After finishing the boy's frontside, he turned him around and began washing
his back.  When he started washing his buttcheeks, Jimmy leaned over more
and spread his legs.  Chuckling, he got extra body wash on his fingers and
began soaping up/washing the boy's anal pucker.  As he pressed a soapy
finger in the boy cooed and seemed to completely relax his opening.  His
father slid his entire finger in, quickly found the prostate bump, and
began stroking it with the fingertip.  Jimmy moaned, and his father felt
the boy's erect penis rubbing against his thigh. Within minutes the boy was
shaking and groaning, as he had his second dry orgasm at his father's hand
in one day.  He then slid the finger out.  Jimmy straightened up and looked
right into his father's eyes, a big smile on his face.

"Thanks again, Daddy!" And he leaned forward and kissed his father right on
the lips.  Then he collapsed against his father, his illness and the orgasm
draining all of his energy.  He was barely awake as his father helped him
out of the shower and dried him off, and fell back to sleep as his father
carried him in and laid him in his own bed.

"Good night son." He kissed his son on the lips again, then on the
forehead, before he wrapped the blankets around the boy's nude form.



Jimmy slept well that night, as the medicine finally worked its magic.  His
father checked on him throughout the night, as he had called out from work.
When his usual 8AM bedtime came, he stripped down and crawled in with his
son, sleeping in the same bed for the first time in a few years.