Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2022 13:02:02 -0800 (PST)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Jimmy and the XYZ boys Chapter 8

This is the eighth chapter 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
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 and the water park

Being naked had always been a big part of Jimmy's nature.  Ever since he
was little and was able to figure out how to take off his clothes, he would
do so no matter where he was. In Kindergarten, his father was constantly
being called in to discuss his son's latest occurrence of taking off all of
his clothes at school. Eventually he learned about social customs, and
(mostly) limited his nudity to in and around home.  But he was constantly
looking for ways to push that boundary.  And he usually incorporated George
(and now Robbie too) into this endeavor.

It was a warm day near the end of June.  The three boys were hanging out
(naked, of course) in Jimmy's playroom; they had the house to themselves,
as Jimmy's dad was at work and Chaz was out doing whatever it was that Chaz
did.  At the moment they were sitting on the floor eating lunch after a
morning of watching cartoons, shooting pool on the game table, wrestling
around, and jerking/sucking each other.

Jimmy stuffed the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth and swallowed.
"What should we do now, guys?  I don't want to stay here ALL day."  The
other two boys looked at each other and then back at Jimmy, and shrugged.

"Hey, I got an idea!  Let's ride our bikes downtown, and go run around in
that giant spray park.  You know, where they got all those water jets
spraying up out of the concrete?"

"But I don't have my swimsuit with me," George said, and Robbie said the
same thing.  Jimmy got up on his knees, and leaned over so his face was
close to theirs.

"Do you two trust me?"  They looked at each other, and then back at Jimmy
with suspicious expressions.  Jimmy gasped, and sat back with a look of
mock horror on his face.  "Really, you DON'T trust me???"  He started fake
crying, covering his face with his hands, then splayed his fingers open and
peeked through them.  "Come on, guys, have I ever had an idea that REALLY
got us in trouble?"

George shrugged.  "NO, I guess not.  Ok, so how are we gonna do that
without swimsuits?"  But Jimmy just grinned at them.

"You'll see.  Come on, get dressed."  And the three boys put on their
clothes, and headed out.

The boys went outside to get their bikes.  Jimmy was wearing his favorite
shorts (a small pair of fire red shorts that were baggy in the leg openings
and one size too big, so sagged down easily) and an almost-too-small, tight
t-shirt that tended to ride up; George wore a pair of grey cargo shorts and
a muscle shirt; and Robbie had on jeans shorts (an old pair of his blue
jeans with the legs cut off about halfway along his thighs) and a plain
white t-shirt.  All three wore Vans shoes, the kind that just slip on with
no laces or anything, without socks.  When they got to their bikes Jimmy
pulled off his shirt and tied it around his handlebars, and told the other
two to do the same.  They did.  Then the trio took off riding, all along
the river running between their suburban neighborhood and the downtown
area.

An hour later they arrived at the park, and Jimmy led them to a low brick
wall near the spray park.  He dropped his bike in the grass.  The other two
did the same and stood there, looking around.  The area was half-full of
adults (mostly women) watching their kids (mostly preschool age, but some
young school age) run around and through the water jets.  Most of the kids
were in shorts or swimsuits, a few of the little ones were naked, and some
only wore underpants.

"How're we gonna do this, Jimmy?  I don't wanna hafta ride back home in wet
shorts on top of my wet underwear," said Robbie.

"Neither do I," George added, but he knew Jimmy had something in mind.

He did.  Jimmy unbuttoned his shorts (they were already unzipped, of
course) and slowly bent over as he slid them down his legs and then off,
while looking intently into his friends' eyes with a smirk on his face.
After also removing his shoes he stood up, tossed the shorts on his bike,
and stood there with his hands on his hips.

The other two just stood there a minute holding their bikes up, staring at
Jimmy (who now only had on a pair of tight, too-small Pokémon briefs
– white with a blue waistband, and Pikachu on the front and back).
Finally George dropped his bike next to Jimmy's, and stripped until he too
was in just his underpants (his usual tightie whities).  Then the two of
them just looked at their friend.

Robbie continued to stand there, shocked.  He'd never been outside in
public in his underwear before and, while it excited him, it also unnerved
him.

"Come on, Robbie, strip like us!  No one here knows you," George said.
Robbie looked around, and realized his friend was right.  Moments later he,
too, was standing there in his underwear (light grey briefs with the word
"HANES" all around the black waistband).

"Ok, men, here we go!"  Jimmy started running across the grass to the water
jets with the other two close behind, all three yelling.  As they ran
through the jets the other youngsters there stopped and stared, not used to
seeing older kids playing in the jets (much less older kids in their
underwear).  But soon they all got back to their own playful games.

The boys spent the next couple of hours playing in the water park.  All
three enjoyed running across as the jets shot up into the air, sitting on
the jets, and spraying each other with the water cannons.  They spent most
of the time horsing around with each other, but sometimes other boys at the
park joined them for a bit.

After a while, they went over and flopped down in the grass to rest a bit.
When they all sat up with their legs stretched out in front of them, they
looked at each other and started giggling.  Their wet briefs clung tightly
to their boy packages.

"It kinda looks like we're all naked, with underpants painted on us! Jimmy
exclaimed, and the other two nodded in agreement.  "Especially you, George,
with your tightie whities.  Did you know those are pretty much see-through
when they're wet?"

George laughed, and stood up with his back to his friends.  Then he bent
forward and stuck his butt out towards them, and smacked each buttcheek.
It was true; the translucent material of his underwear was so thin and
hugged his backside so tightly that every curve and dimple on his butt was
distinctly visible, and rode into his crack to clearly outline his cheeks.
The other two erupted in boyish laughter, rolling around in the grass until
George, too, collapsed next to them.

When their laughter finally died down the boys sat back up.

"I'm kinda hungry.  We shoulda brought some snacks!"  Robbie looked at
George, and nodded in agreement.  "Jimmy, you shoulda put some in your bike
bag!"

"Hey that's not MY job, to feed you two!"  He pushed his friend, and the
three wet underwear-clad boys started rolling around and on top of each
other in the grass, wrestling.  Finally, out of breath, they lay out again
in the warm sun.

"Man, now I'm THIRSTY too!"

Jimmy sat up and looked at his friends.  "Did you two bring any money?"
The other two also sat up and looked back at Jimmy, shaking their heads.
"Well my Dad gave me $25 for helping him clean out the garage last weekend,
it's in my shorts pocket."  That brought smiles to the faces of the other
two, and they got up on their knees next to Jimmy.

"Can you buy us something to eat?  We promise to pay you back!  We can ride
back to that 7-11 back where the bike path ended."

"We don't have to go all the way back there!"  Jimmy pointed across the
street.  "There's a hot dog stand over there.  Come on!"  Jimmy stood up,
and started walking towards their bikes.  When they got there Jimmy picked
up his shorts, pulled the money out of his pocket and dropped them back on
his bike, and started walking towards the crosswalk.

"Jimmy wait, we gotta put on our shorts!"  Jimmy turned and looked at them.

"Nope, I'm going over there like this.  If you want me to buy you
something, you will too."  And he turned back around and continued walking
away.  The other two looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and ran to
catch up to their friend.

"You mean walk over there in our wet undies?  Across the street and into
the shops???" Jimmy had gotten George to do plenty of crazy things, but
this was almost more than he could handle.  But then George's stomach
growled, which made the decision for him.  "Ok, I'll do it."  He saw Robbie
stop walking, so he reached back and grabbed his friend's hand to pull him
along.  "It'll be ok.  And we'll get hot dogs and soda!"

The three boys reached the street, pushed the walk button, and waited for
the lights to change.  They noticed other people waiting with them, and
some drivers, staring at them.  They just stared back and grinned.  When
the light changed, they walked across to the shop area; a couple of cars
honked or flashed their lights, which made them giggle.

While standing in front of the hot dog cart, the man gawked at and
commented about their half-naked bodies, and then handed them each two hot
dogs and a can of soda.  After adding ketchup and mustard they went back to
the water park and ate their snacks.  All three had the condiments dripped
down onto their chests and all over their mouths.  They had fun standing in
the water jets and letting them spray them all over, taking turns rubbing
the sauces off of each other.

When a nearby clock tower sounded off that it was 4:00, the boys decided to
head back home.  But when they got back to their bikes, George and Robbie
looked at Jimmy uncertainly.

"Now what're we gonna do about our wet undies, there's no bathrooms or
anything to change in?  And how do we dry off?"  Jimmy didn't say anything,
he just grinned and waggled his eyebrows at them as if to say, `Just watch
me.'  Casually he slid his briefs down his legs and off, then stood upright
and wrung the water out of them.  The other two gasped as he stood there in
a public place completely naked.  He then stuffed the damp briefs into his
handlebar bike bag, grabbed his t-shirt, and started using it to dry off
his body.

George and Robbie just stood there for a minute, watching their naked
friend.  Then they did likewise.  They did hear someone across the park
whistle at them, but they just ignored it.  Those two got dried off and
pulled on their shorts quickly, and then noticed that Jimmy was still
completely naked and taking his time.

"Here, hand me your undies."  He took them, stuffed them in his bag, and
then picked up his bike and draped his t-shirt on the handlebars.  After
his friends did the same and stood there looking at him still naked, Jimmy
THEN picked up his shorts and slid them on.  He made a point of facing them
as he fastened his shorts, zipping up and then unzipping his fly.

"Even when going commando, we're still the XYZ boys!"

"But what if my wiener sticks out my open fly?"

"So?  You just stood there for a couple of minutes completely naked.
What's the difference?"  Jimmy pulled his fly completely open, reached his
fingers in, and pulled his package out so it hung out through the opening.
The other two then unzipped their shorts.

"Ok, but I'm not making mine hang out like you're doing."  Jimmy just
laughed.

As the three boys got on their bikes and started to head back Jimmy stood
up on his pedals, leaned forward, and seemed to stick his butt up in the
air.  This caused his shorts to ride down in back.

"Jimmy, a little of your buttcrack is showing!" Robbie said laughingly.
Jimmy turned his head, and peered at his friend.

"Only a little?"  Then he reached back with one hand, and yanked the back
of his shorts down further.

"Now like HALF your butt is showing!"  As the boys biked down the city
streets Jimmy was in the same position, seeming to be throwing a half-moon
to the whole city.  They heard several catcalls, and cars were honking at
them, but Jimmy seemed to ignore them.  George and Robbie looked over at
each other, looks of disbelief on their faces at their friend's craziness.

"What's he gonna do NEXT?"