Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 10:30:34 -0800 (PST)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Jimmy and the XYZ boys Chapter 9

This is the ninth chapter in the series about a group of boys and their
budding sexual perversions.  This chapter will be a bit different, in that
it will only involve Jimmy and not his two friends.  It will also include
very little dialogue, instead containing mostly Jimmy's thoughts and
actions, and will be longer than the previous chapters.

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's solo day

Nine-year-old boys.  Way too young to drive a car; most don't like taking
public busses if they don't have to; and most will only walk short
distances.  So for most, a bicycle is their main mode of transportation.
This was the case for the XYZ boys; they rode their bikes everywhere.  To
each other's house, to the park, to the river, to the store...  And often
times, just riding around with no destination.

This was true for Jimmy even more than most.  On many summer days, he spent
more than half of his waking hours on his bike.  If he wasn't with his
friends, he was riding it.  And as he started experimenting with the
different aspects of his budding sexuality, he started incorporating that
bike.

Today was a day without George and Robbie, as both were busy with their
families.  His dad was working, and Chaz was... well, wherever Chaz went.
His older brother hardly ever did anything with him.

Jimmy got up with the sun, as he usually did in summer.  After eating
breakfast and showering (he also sprayed his entire body with sunscreen),
he threw on the first clothes he touched when he reached into his drawers:
fire engine-red briefs with a plain white waistband, cut-off jeans shorts,
and a light grey tank top.

The shorts were actually an old pair of his brother's jeans that his dad
had cut the legs off for him; he liked them because they had been Chaz's,
and because of how thin and threadbare they were getting.  They had
originally been cut off mid-thigh but over time the threads started coming
loose, so now the bottom edge was only about three inches below his crotch.
Also, they were starting to wear through in spots.  There was a hole right
under the crotch; he could easily put two fingers in there and feel his
underpants, and wondered if his dick and balls would hang out if he wasn't
wearing any underwear.  In back, there were three or four spots with just
the white threads going across, that he could push apart and see inside.

It excited Jimmy to wear these shorts, he could actually feel the breeze
blowing into the thin parts and up the leg openings.  Also, he liked how
the long loose threads tickled his bare thighs.  Although he didn't have a
concept of "feeling sexy", that was how he felt while wearing them.

Jimmy went into the garage, and loaded up for a long day out on his bike.
Between his bike bag and his backpack he had a towel, a bottle of water
(plus a filled water bottle clipped on his bike frame), some snacks, and
assorted other items.  He took his bike out through the side door, closed
and locked the door with the key on his neck chain, and headed out.

As he raced down the streets of his neighborhood, Jimmy could already feel
sweat trickling out of his exposed armpits & trickling down his sides,
dripping out from under his helmet & down his face, and in his groin.  Even
in the early morning the heat felt draining, and Jimmy knew he would spend
a lot of today in/near water.  Every few minutes he grabbed his water
bottle off the clip and took a drink.  It made him remember last week when
he had been watching the Tour de France, and had asked his dad what the
riders did when they had to pee.

Passing the Junior High school, Jimmy saw a group of boys shooting hoops.
After dropping his bike in the grass he peeled off his shirt (all of them
were shirtless), and walked onto the court.  Most of the boys there were
around his age, and he recognized several from his school.  They took turns
just shooting baskets.  There was one tall boy there who looked older, like
he might attend that school.  Jimmy noticed that this boy had some hair in
his armpits, he wondered if he had a lot of pubes around his dick.  So
Jimmy snuck behind him and, when that boy went up for a shot, he grabbed
his shorts and pulled them down.  The older boy wasn't wearing any
underwear, so everyone else saw his big dick and ring of pubes.

That started a round of the boys all running around trying to pants each
other, and Jimmy got to see a lot of different undies (mostly a variety of
briefs).  When Jimmy got pantsed he just stepped out of his shorts, and
continued running around in just his briefs.  The other boys whistled at
him but he didn't care; he just shook his red briefs-covered ass at them,
even pulling them down a few times to throw them a moon (and even his sun
once or twice).

After a bit Jimmy tired of this. And decided to move on.  He went and put
his shorts back on, waved goodbye, and jumped back on his bike.  The sun
was barely up, and he was already having a fun day!



Jimmy rode down the street with his shirt once again tied to his
handlebars, thinking about what other adventures he could have.  He had the
entire day to get into all kinds of mischief.  As he rode along he
continued sipping from his water bottle, and soon felt the first pangs of
an almost-full bladder.  He wondered what it would be like to just piss as
he rode along, like he had heard some professional bikers do, but decided
to try that another time.  For now he just enjoyed his favorite activity:
letting spurts out into his undies from time to time, just enough for his
dick to feel but not enough to show (yet).  It was tougher to do while
riding his bike, harder to control how much he let out.  But that was half
the fun!



After a half hour of just riding around, Jimmy got to the river.  He
figured there wouldn't be anyone here this early, and he was right.  The
main beach, (with shops and bathrooms and everything) was down near the
city, and that was where most people went.  There were small sand strips
and rocky outcroppings here and there, but they were usually empty.  That's
exactly what he was looking for.

Jimmy chose one group of large rocks that he often used when he came here.
After locking his bike nearby he scrambled out onto the largest one that
raised up and looked out over the area, including a part of the river that
was deeper than the rest.  He opened his backpack and took out his water
shoes, and then removed his regular shoes and put them in there.  Standing
up he undid the button on his shorts and let them fall to the ground, then
put them in his bag.

He stood there a bit wearing only the red briefs, feeling the sun all over
his near-naked, still-prepubescent (barely) body.  Then he looked around,
grinned at himself, and slid the briefs down his legs.  Stepping out of
them, he now stood there completely naked.  He felt so exposed, the rock
raised him up so that he could be seen for a ways from any direction.  But
he liked that.  A minute later he slid on the water shoes, picked up his
backpack, and went and hid it under a rock near his bike.  Returning to
what he had decided to call Exposure Rock he stood at its edge, looked
around to see if there was anyone else around (there wasn't), and dove in.

The water wasn't too cold, in fact was quite warm especially for a river,
but it felt good to Jimmy's sun-warmed body.  He swam around for a bit in
the pool-like area by the rock, but it wasn't long before the river's
current carried him.  As he had been taught, he lay face-up with his feet
downstream, so he could kick off any rocks or logs that he came across.  He
hoped that his bare butt didn't scrape along the rocky river bottom.  Then
he hoped that, if it did, that no rocks would get pushed up his butthole.
He giggled at the thought of walking around with pebbles rattling around
inside of his butt.

As Jimmy floated along the river, he saw a few people walking or biking
along the path.  They waved at each other, and Jimmy chuckled at the
thought that he was totally naked and they didn't know it.  There was one
place where the path was right next to the river; when he got there, he saw
a young boy standing there poking a stick into the water while his Mom and
siblings were looking at some trees on the other side of the path.  Jimmy
smiled at the boy, then rolled over and stuck his bare butt up into the air
momentarily.  The boy shrieked, then went running to his mom, yelling about
`the naked boy in the river.'  But by then the river had carried Jimmy away
from the area.

When he floated around the bend in the river right before the edge of town,
Jimmy swam to the shore opposite the main beach.  He climbed out and stood
on the shore, naked, peering across.  There were some people there, even
this early, but the river was wide enough that they (probably) couldn't
tell that he was naked.  But HE knew.  After standing there for a few
moments, he turned and started walking back upstream.  He had been here
often enough to know that he could travel right along the river all the way
back to where he had started without too much trouble, but was glad he had
his water shoes on.

While it had only taken about fifteen minutes to swim down the river, it
took almost an hour to hike back.  He again saw a few people on the other
shore, but didn't notice any strange looks or hear any comments about him.
Once he got within about a hundred yards of where he started, he jumped
back into the river and swam the rest of the way.

Two adults and two young boys were climbing around on the rocks where he
had begun his swim.  He climbed out, not even trying to cover up his naked
bits, and walked right by the family.  The boys and their father just
stared at him, but the mom asked him where his pants were.  Jimmy told her
that he had lost them in the river, but that he had other clothes over by
his bike.  The boys giggled as he walked over to his rock. Jimmy pulled his
shorts and underpants out from their hiding place, and inspected his briefs
before putting them on.  Though the fly where he had let loose some pee was
dry, he could definitely see the outline of the pee stain.  After pulling
them and his shorts on, and changing into his regular shoes, Jimmy climbed
on his bike and waved at the family as he rode down the path.



The next stop for Jimmy was the water park where he had spent the afternoon
with his friends a few weeks ago.  First he sat on a bench and ate one of
the snacks he brought, while looking around the park.  He was surprised
that there was no one playing in the water and no one else just hanging
around the park.  `Probably because it's too early,' he thought.  There
were people walking on the sidewalks around and through the park, dressed
in suits and dresses, but no other kids.  No one seemed to even notice him.

Fortunately the water jets were going, as that was Jimmy's target.  After
removing his shoes and socks he stood up, unbuttoned his shorts, and let
them fall to his feet before kicking them over towards his bike.  He stood
there a minute rocking back and forth, hands on the waistband of his
briefs, looking around.  No one even looked his way.

Taking a big breath, Jimmy hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slid his
undies down and off, then tossed them over with his shorts.  He had done
it, he had gotten naked in a public place!  He felt his heart beating a
mile a minute, but it was exciting!

Walking over to his stuff, Jimmy fished his can of sunscreen and sprayed
himself all over.  He knew that his dick, balls, and butt were the last
places he wanted to get sunburnt.  After rubbing it in, he casually went
over to the jets and started walking through them.  He looked around out of
the corners of his eyes, but it still looked like nobody was paying him any
attention.  Even when he started running around and yelling boyishly.

Jimmy spent about an hour playing naked in the water jets, but it started
to get a bit boring since he was the only one there.  He went over to his
stuff and pulled a towel out of his backpack and stood there drying
himself, still relishing in the fact that he was there in public completely
naked.  He considered staying naked while riding his bike around the city,
but decided against it when a passing police car slowed down for a
heart-stopping few seconds as it passed on the road nearby.

After pulling on his underpants and shorts (leaving the zipper down of
course) Jimmy loaded up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, hopped
on his bike, and started peddling through the city streets.  He was lucky
that his city had bike lanes on most of the roads.  A toy store caught his
eye, so he decided to check it out.

Standing in front of a rack of video games Jimmy let loose a quick jet of
pee into his underpants.  He realized that he was going to have to find a
bathroom, as his bladder was so full that he almost wasn't able to stop.
He momentarily panicked when he got there and found a line leading into the
men's room.  Then he got excited at the prospect of uncontrollably wetting
his pants in public, but the line moved quickly, so he decided to save THAT
adventure for another time.  And when he got into the bathroom, he saw
something that gave him an idea for something else he could do.

A young boy, about five years old, was standing at the little boys' urinal
peeing.  Like lots of boys his age do, he had pushed his pants and
underpants down to his ankles, thus showing off his bare butt to the entire
room.  Jimmy remembered doing that when he was little, but he hadn't in
several years.  He decided he was going to do it today.

He stepped up to an empty urinal in the middle of the row.  He glanced to
both sides, and giggled inwardly as he noticed both men had their groins
thrust as close to the urinal as possible and were holding their open pants
close so as to hide their dicks.  Jimmy did the opposite.  He stood at
least a foot back from his urinal, unsnapped his shorts and bent over as he
pushed them and his briefs all the way down, pulled the bottom of his
t-shirt up under his chin, and thrust his groin forward.  Holding his dick
in between his fingers (interestingly it was half-hard), he pointed it and
released his stream of pee.  When he audibly sighed he heard a soft chuckle
to his right.  He looked over and up.  And noticed that the man standing on
that side was looking down at him and smiling.

A wave of warmth spread through Jimmy's body.  He was doing something kind
of naughty, and a stranger was close by watching him.  And he seemed to
LIKE watching Jimmy!  This seemed to get Jimmy so excited that his penis
became completely hard, reaching its full almost-three inches and pointing
up at about a 75° angle.  His pee stream shot up and arced to near the
top of his urinal, and he giggled out loud.  Placing both hands on his bare
hips, he shook them so that his pee weaved around in the air.  When it
started to die down he stepped up and shook it, reveling in the feel of his
hard little nail.

"If you give it more than two shakes, then you're playing with it," came
from his right side.  Jimmy turned towards the man, his boner pointing
towards him.  After looking at it for a second and licking his lips, the
man suddenly looked around.  He zipped himself up, turned, and rushed out.
Jimmy watched him leave, and thought about his strange words.  `I'll have
to ask Chaz about it,' he thought.  Then he pulled his briefs and shorts
back up, and headed out.  He noticed a few men looking at him and smiling;
one older teen boy actually wiggled his eyebrows and winked.



Jimmy left the toy store and went into the attached mall, heading for the
food court.  He had a McDonald's gift card that his uncle had given him,
and wanted to treat himself.  While chowing down on his cheeseburger,
fries, and milkshake, he looked around.  It was still just mid-morning, so
less than half of the tables were occupied.

A man was sitting at the table behind him.  He realized that the guy was
looking right at him, practically staring.  Then he recognized him: the guy
from the bathroom, the one at the next urinal that made the strange
comment!  Jimmy blushed and looked away, then looked back, and the man
smiled at him and winked.  It set his heart racing; part from unease, and
part from curiosity.  Was the man following him, did he want something, did
he like Jimmy?  It was all overwhelming for the boy.  He quickly finished
eating and threw his trash away, but then found himself walking right by
the man's table.  As he did a hand reached out and brushed across his bare
knee, and he heard "See you next time, sport."



Jimmy's mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions as he left the mall and
back to his bike.  Also, his dick was still hard in his underpants.  He was
getting boners more and more often, but never for this long.  And usually
when he was naked and playing with it.  But he hadn't touched it since he
stuffed it back in his pants at the urinal!

It had gotten hotter outside while Jimmy was in the mall.  He took a long
drink and finished his bike's water bottle, and then refilled it with one
of the extra ones he had in his backpack.  While he rode around the city he
was drinking water pretty constantly, and soon felt his bladder getting
full again.  It was so exciting to let loose little jets into his briefs
while riding his bike around the city or while standing right next to cars
at a stop light.  And, he noticed, his dick was still constantly hard!  He
wondered if it was cuz peeing into his pants felt so naughty and exciting,
or because his dick felt so good rubbing around in his damp briefs.



After riding around the city for a while, Jimmy headed back to the
riverside path.  But instead of heading upstream towards home, he headed
downstream.  He had never been this way before, but was feeling extra
adventurous today.  Also, he knew that the river had a big waterfall down
there, one that he heard was really cool and he wanted to see it.

By the time he reached the waterfall park, Jimmy realized that he was
having trouble holding his bladder and in cutting off his little pee
spurts.  He debated looking for a bathroom, but instead decided to just
hold it in as long as he could and just go with whatever happened.  He
locked his bike up, and walked along the path overlooking the waterfall.
It WAS cool!  The best part was, it was close enough that the spray washed
over the path at one spot, which felt really good with how hot it was.
From that spot, Jimmy could see the end of the path.  It hooked out and
around, so that people could look across at the waterfall.

Jimmy headed towards it.  He was barely holding in his bladder now.  It
didn't look like there were any buildings over there, and the closest
bathroom was back on the other side of the waterfall.  There was no way he
would make it back there in time, which helped him make up his mind: he was
going to do it, he was going to wet his pants!  The excitement at making up
his mind, and the knowledge of what he was going to do, had his heart
racing again.  And he could feel that he had a boner again!  Or was it that
that he STILL had one?

As Jimmy got near the path's end, he saw the perfect place for his task.
Behind the path end's lookout was a large flat rock that stuck up about ten
feet above.  He decided he would lie on it, facing the waterfall, and just
wait until he lost control of his bladder.  It wouldn't be long, he was
starting to feel the spasms that came before his bladder let go.  He walked
a bit faster, so that it didn't happen before he was ready.

Once there, Jimmy had to weave his way through some brush and up behind the
rock.  No one else was on it, so he would have it to himself as he did it.
He climbed out on the rock, took off his shoes and socks, and laid down.
The rock tilted up in the direction he was facing just a bit.  The sun had
warmed it up just enough so that it felt really good on the bare skin of
his stomach and chest.  Jimmy crossed his arms in front of him, put his
chin on them, and waited.

He didn't have to wait very long.  After a few minutes of the spasms
getting stronger and stronger, he could feel the piss traveling up inside
his boner.  It started to leak out, even though he honestly was trying to
hold it in.  Then a strong jet sprayed out of his dick, flooding his
briefs.

In the past, when Jimmy had let himself wet his pants, he would hold it in
until he couldn't hold it in any longer, and then just relax and let it
flow.  But this time, he continued straining to hold it in even as the piss
sprayed out of him.  It felt different, more like something or someone was
forcing the pee out of his body.  But it was also different in his mind.
Yes, it felt naughty when he just let it out.  But the fact that it was
coming out on its own, despite his best efforts to not let it out, changed
this.  He was wetting his pants on purpose, just like a little boy, but he
was also kind of having an unintentional accident, still just like a little
boy but in a different way.

It was confusing, but Jimmy didn't care.  He was doing something extremely
naughty, something that he would probably be punished for if they knew the
truth; at the same time, something was happening that he had no control
over, even though he wanted to do it and had set it up so it happened; and
furthermore, it felt somehow sexy.  While he wasn't mature enough to really
understand what that word meant, he knew when something felt like that
word.

His piss was now constantly flowing out of his dick, though he still had
his muscles tightened in a vain attempt to stop it.  He felt that his
briefs were completely soaked (and probably the front of his shorts).  He
felt the piss flowing down from his groin all along both legs, and down
over both feet.  He cold almost HEAR the hiss of it spraying into his
underpants.

There were about a dozen people standing down in front of him, looking at
the waterfall.  He kind of wished that someone would take the path that he
had taken, up onto this rock, and see what he was doing.  See the piss
running down his legs.  But they were almost all older people, and he knew
that none of them could climb up like he had.

After a while, he ran out of piss.  He relaxed, and felt the last few drops
leak out.

Jimmy rolled over onto his back.  He lifted his head and looked over.  The
rock, from about where his belly had been all the way down to the dirt
behind the rock, was shimmering wet.  Already, the heat of the day was
causing whisps of steam to rise all along the wetness.

He pushed up with his hands and let his elbows on the rock support his
upper body, and looked down at his lower body.  His entire crotch, and the
insides of both legs of his shorts, were a glistening dark blue that
contrasted sharply with the light blue of the rest of the shorts; to anyone
who looked at them, it would be obvious that he had pissed his pants.

Jimmy stood up, with his back towards the waterfall.  He looked down at his
peewet body, and smiled.  Never before had he willingly wet his pants this
publicly.  Now to show it off.  He picked up his shoes and socks, and
climbed back down to the path.  For a moment he just stood there, his body
hidden from view by the tall grass.  He took a deep breath, to try and calm
his fast-beating heart, and stepped out onto the path.

The rest of the people on this end of the path were all gazing at the
waterfall, and took no notice of Jimmy.  So he started walking back down
the path towards the waterfall, but it was several minutes before he came
across others walking towards him.  He fought his urge to cross his hands
in front of his crotch to block it from view, as he was intent on showing
off what he had done.

As the other people got closer, Jimmy continued walking as though nothing
was unusual.  The first group, about eight or ten adults, barely looked at
him as he passed.  Except for one man, who looked right at his shorts and
shook his head.  By the time he reached the platform right next to the
falls, he had passed several groups (all a mix of adults) with pretty much
the same result: barely a glance at him, just a few who looked and shook
their heads.  Nothing said to him directly, but he heard a few remarks
after he had passed about `the boy with wet pants.'

When Jimmy reached the crowded platform, which included mostly adults but
also some families with younger kids but also some older grandparent-types,
he finally got some reactions.  At first, nothing, and Jimmy was beginning
to think he was invisible or something.  But then a boy about five years
old stopped in front of him and said in a loud voice "Mommy, that boy wet
his pants!"

Now it seemed like EVERYONE was looking right at Jimmy, and he started to
wonder if maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  A woman (maybe that boy's
mother?) knelt down in front of him and asked if he needed some help.  He
just told her no, that he had had an accident, and turned to walk on.  A
few other adults offered him help or asked where his parents were, but he
just said he was fine and that he was here by himself.  He tried to look
like what had happened was no big deal, or that he just didn't care;
inside, he was secretly smiling big as he got all this attention.  Jimmy
wished he still had some pee left in his bladder as he would have loved to
wet his pants more as everyone watched.  He decided to remember this, for
another time.

As Jimmy approached where his bike was locked up, he saw a van pull up and
at least a dozen kids his age and a little older pile out.  He was relieved
that he didn't recognize any of them, so figured they weren't from around
here.  While he liked what he had done, he didn't want kids from his own
school to see him doing them.  This was bad enough; as these kids walked by
him, several made snide remarks about him being a baby who pees his pants.
But he just ignored them and walked on to his bike.



As Jimmy rode his bike back down the riverside path towards his own town,
he relished the feel of his dick in his pee-soaked undies.  Every pump of
his legs made it rub around in the soft wetness, which kept it hard.
Whenever he passed by others he sat upright and just let his bike coast, so
his legs didn't have to move.  That put his still-obviously wet shorts on
display, but he didn't think anyone saw him well enough to tell.

It was now the hottest part of the day, and Jimmy was sweating bullets.  He
was again constantly drinking from his water bottle as he rode along, and
he stopped at two bike rest areas along the way to fill it back up.  While
at one another rider (a guy who looked about college age) also stopped to
rest; Jimmy thought he did a double take when his eyes looked in the
direction of Jimmy's shorts, but then didn't say anything.  Jimmy wondered
what that guy did when he had to pee, and that got him to thinking again
about how riders peed when they were on long bike races like the Tour de
France.

Before long Jimmy reached the turnoff from the river into his town.  He was
barely feeling the beginnings of a full bladder, and since he was then only
about a ten-minute ride from his house, he decided to continue riding along
the river.  His undies were still wonderfully damp, continuing to bathe his
dick and balls.

While the section of river he had just been on had a lot of trees, which
meant shade, this section was a lot more open, with few shady areas.
Before long, Jimmy was sweating profusely.  He enjoyed the feel of his
sweat trickling out of his armpits and down his sides.  But the endless sun
was also making him extremely thirsty, so he was drinking from his water
bottle pretty much nonstop.  As he refilled his water bottle at another
stop, he realized that the heat had pretty much dried up his underwear.  He
closed his eyes and let out a long jet of pee to dampen them again, sighing
as he did so.  He didn't want to empty his bladder (yet), so he clamped off
his stream and got back on his bike.

Jimmy hadn't seen another person on the trail since he passed his turn-off.
He debated taking off his shorts and undies and riding naked, but decided
to save that for another day.  Today, he was going to piss his pants as he
rode his bike, like he had read professional bike racers do.

And it wasn't long before that time came, since he had been drinking so
much water.  Just as he got to the bottom of a longish but
moderately-sloped hill, he was hit with the spasms of a pending bladder
failure.  Jimmy was standing in order to pedal up the hill when he lost
control.  The first jet spurted straight out of his undies and through his
open fly, and splashed up onto his handlebars.  He reached down and
adjusted his boner so it pointed up in his undies, and felt the rest of his
stream flood his briefs and spread down both of his bare thighs.

Less than a third of the way up the hill, Jimmy's pee stream dwindled away.
When he felt the last spurt escape, he turned his bike around and started
to head back home.  He knew his dad wouldn't be home for several more
hours, and he was sure the same went for Chaz, so he would be able to clean
up before then.  He wondered if he would come across anyone he knew as he
rode through the streets of his neighborhood, and whether or not they'd be
able to see that his pants were peewet.  That though both excited and
unnerved him.

Shortly after going through the cutoff into his town from the trail, Jimmy
had to cross a busy street.  His briefs were still pretty damp (which had
kept his dick hard pretty much all day); he looked down, and saw that the
front of his shorts were still noticeably darker than the rest, obviously
peed in.  As he waited for the light to change so he could cross, he stood
up to show them off.  Some drivers and other people looked at him, but he
couldn't tell if anyone noticed the condition of his shorts.  It would have
been fun to pee his pants right there, but his bladder was still empty.
Maybe another time...

Jimmy reached his house without seeing anyone he knew (he felt a little
disappointed at this).  When he got to the garage he entered the code to
open the big door, and dropped his bike in the driveway next to the hose.
He unfastened the bike bag, and put it and his backpack inside the garage
by the inside door.

After kicking off his shoes Jimmy trotted barefoot back to his bike,
grabbed and turned on the hose, and set about rinsing off his bike.  Once
he was satisfied, he turned the hose on himself.  Spraying the water all
over his shorts front and back, Jimmy got them completely drenched with
water.  He even pushed the nozzle into his open fly, which felt really good
on his briefs-enclosed boner.

Jimmy twisted the nozzle to cut off the water, and dropped the hose.  He
stripped off his shorts and wrung them out.  Looking all around to see if
anyone else was outside on his street, he then slid his briefs down his
legs and off (while it was not unusual for him to be naked in front of his
house like this, he did have a boner...).  Jimmy wrung out his undies, and
dropped them onto his shorts.  Then he got the hose and turned it on again,
and gave his entire body one more spraydown.

The afternoon sun shone on Jimmy's driveway, so he left his bike out to
dry.  Then he picked up his clothes, went in the garage and closed its
door, picked up his bags, and went inside.  After putting his bags in his
bedroom and draping his wet clothes over the tub in his bathroom, he went
into the playroom and collapsed in front of the TV.  It had been an
exciting day, and Jimmy was worn out.  He soon fell asleep (with his
fingers wrapped around his still-hard boydick).