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Subject: BILLY’S TIGHTIE WHITIES This series of stories is fictional, though it is based on real-life incidents. They involve adult and minors in sexual situations. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to comment ast. Thanks, Jon. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform fty/donate.html BILLY’S TIGHTIE WHITIES 8 By the time we were all washed and dried, it was 10:30. WAY past the boys’ bedtime. Plus, they were both worn out from all of their antics (sexual and otherwise). They climbed into bed together (both still naked), and were both asleep before I could turn out the lights and close the door. I got our clothes out of the washer, and took the boys’ to the bedroom. I sat on the couch to watch TV (with my clothes next to me, until the last second), and waited for the ladies to return. CHAPTER 8 When I heard the garage door operating, I pulled on an old set of clothes I had brought in my backpack: old- stretched-out pair of tightie whities; white short shorts; white tank top; white knee-highs socks; and a pair of well-worn white high-tops. Clothes that I would have thrown out long ago, but kept around for a situation just like tonight. The women walked in, and thanked me for babysitting the boys again. When I got up to go, I had to stifle a groan. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom all evening, and my overfull bladder threatened to let go when I stood up. But I managed to both keep quiet and hold it in. They gave me my money, and I left to walk home. Every step was a pleasurable agony; I could feel piss sneaking up through my cock, and I struggled to keep it from escaping. When I entered the woods I took a 2-liter bottle filled with water out of my backpack, and started drinking it as quickly as I could. Of course, my bladder complained! A few minutes later the first spurt leaked out, but I was able to pinch it off with my groin muscles. When another, longer spurt leaked out and I had to cut it off my grabbing myself, I knew I was ready. I quickly found a patch of grass, took off my backpack and put it aside, and then lay down in the grass on my back (still holding myself). When even that didn’t stop it, and piss was leaking out around my hand, I let go. Piss poured out of my dick and sprayed into my briefs, and I could feel it spreading down over my balls, down between my legs, and onto my stomach. It was so quiet in the woods, and the flow was so strong, that I could HEAR the piss flowing out of me. When it finally died down I sat up and grabbed my water, and resumed drinking. When I felt piss sneaking through my dick I laid back down and let it flow, then sat up again to drink more when it finished. By the time I finished the whole 2 liters, the time between pissings was down to about a minute. I was pleasantly soaked! I laid there about a half hour after I finished drinking, pissing a few more times, and then I took off all my clothes and stood up. After putting on a pair of old sandals I laid out all my peewet clothes on a fallen tree trunk laying next to the path, picked up my backpack, and continued walking through the woods naked (and still wet from all that pee). But my bladder wasn’t completely empty, I had to pee three more times before I got home (I just let it flow as I walked). Once home I went in the back door, and went to bed. Still had to get up several times in the night to pee! Thursday evening I went to the store to stock up on supplies for the sleepover. I got four cases of soda, a case of beer (for myself mostly, but also “just in case”), and several different kinds of chips and cookies; also, Billy’s Mom was buying several pizzas for us. I had managed to find my old sleeping bag in one of the boxes I had packed my stuff into, and got everything all set up in the living room where the TV was. On Friday, Billy was more antsy and hyper than I’ve ever seen him. He was constantly running around, wrestling with anyone and everyone, and had to be told to put his underwear back on three times by Mrs. Phillips (running around naked was something even Billy couldn’t get away with). Partway through the afternoon she begged me to take him into the art room, where no one else would be, to try and calm him down. I sat in the big teacher chair; he jumped into my lap, and I cuddled him close and ran my fingers through his soft, silky, long hair (this always had a calming effect on him). “What’s going on with you, big guy? You’re tearing around this place like a crazy person and having trouble following the rules and listening to top the other teachers!” Billy chuckled. “I’m just excited about tonight!” he said; then he turned around in my lap and straddled me with his legs, wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face in my shoulder. I hugged him back and kissed his forehead. We sat like that for a few minutes, then I ran my hands down his sides. He kept hugging me, so I poked his ribs on both sides. Billy twitched and laughed; he let me go, and slapped at my hands. “Quit it, no fair tickling!” I poked his sides harder, and also ran fingertips across his belly and up into his armpits. This got him to laughing hysterically, squirming around in my lap. “I’m serious, you better quit it, or I’ll piss all OVER you!” I couldn’t resist that threat; I stood up, holding Billy in my arms, and then laid him down on the floor. Straddling his thighs, I resumed and increased my tickle attack: his ribs, stomach, belly button, pits, inner thighs… All the spots to which I knew he was vulnerable to tickles. Soon a small wet spot appeared on the front of his briefs; I immediately slid my knees back towards his feet, bent my head down until my mouth had enclosed his briefs-encased boy package, and intensified my tickle attack like never before. Instantly my mouth filled with his strong stream of boy piss, and I swallowed over and over as it filtered through his underwear. Finally, his flood died down; I sucked the remaining fluid from his pouch, and then sat up. Billy laid there and stared at me with an incredulous look on his face. “You… you… you’ve never done that before!” I smacked my lips, and shook my head. He grinned. “Did you like it better than my sperms?” He cried out when I gave the side of his left ass cheek a smart slap, and then sat up. “No, but it’s a close second!” We both got back up; I sat in the chair, and Billy climbed back into my lap. Cradling a boy like Billy in your lap, wearing just his underpants, is a joy; when that underwear is freshly peed-in, it’s a delight. I laid my hand in his crotch, and fondled his damp package. We sat there like that for a few minutes. “Jon, did you ever have big sleepovers like I’m having tonight when you were a kid?” I continued cuddling him, as I thought back to my childhood. It was full of sleepovers/slumber parties; but like most youthful memories, they were not all positive. I thought about how much I should tell him. For now, I just nodded and told him yes. “Did you guys do anything crazy?” I laughed. Billy was a boy who ran around in public in his underwear, intentionally peed in his underwear, and engaged in sex play with other boys and at least one man (me). What would he consider crazy? “Well, I don’t know about `crazy!’ We did typical boy stuff like wrestling, watching TV, playing games. Until bedtime. Then we did goofy stuff, like daring each other to do stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” “Stupid things, gross things, then embarrassing things. Started off with stuff izmit escort like standing on our head, picking our nose and eating it; eating a spoonful of horseradish, putting our bare hand in the toilet; and then on to things like flashing or mooning each other, going to the kitchen in our underpants or naked, and touching each other’s privates.” Billy obviously thought some of these things were exciting, as he had been rubbing himself as I talked. What was the worst thing YOU ever had to do?” he asked me with a mischievous look on his face. I thought, and recalled one incident that I was sure he’d like to hear about. “That would be something that happened TO me. Do you know what they usually do at slumber parties to the first boy to fall asleep?” Billy looked at me, and shook his head. “Well the others get a bowl of warm water, and put the sleeping boy’s hand in it. Have you ever heard of that?” Again, Billy shook his head. “It’s supposed to make the person pee in his sleep. It doesn’t work on everyone. But it DID work on me. I peed so much that my pants and sleeping bag were SOAKED!” Billy burst out laughing. “That’s SO funny!” “Unfortunately, it worked so well that they played that trick on me lots of times. And every time, it made me pee in my sleep.” “Maybe WE should do that to you tonight!” Billy said with a smile, looking me right in the eye. I winked. Billy’s Mom helped drive the boys to my place, since all 6 of us wouldn’t have fit in my little car. After we got the boys, their stuff, and the pizzas inside she gave Billy a big goodbye/goodnight kiss (to his embarrassment), and then left. I looked around at the boys, wow was I in heaven! Billy wore his typical clothing of short (not even mid-thigh length) shorts and t-shirt, and Matthew was similarly clad. The other three boys were all eleven years old, and I knew them all from the day care center. Chad was the tallest of all the boys, as well as the most physically mature. He had mousy brown hair that was medium length and was feathered back in the style that would become popular in the 80s. He wore clothes that showed off his body: sleeveless muscle shirt (his pits were still smooth, but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before he had hair there), and gym shorts. Enrique wasn’t full-blown Hispanic, but he definitely had some in his heritage; his skin had that natural brown color that looked like he just had a nice tan, but (as I’d discover during the evening) that tan look covered his entire body and was too even to be just the result of the sun. He had a nicely-thin, lithe body that just begged to be cuddled, with jet black hair that came down to just above his collar. He was wearing a pair of those 70s colors striped bellbottoms that were just starting to fade in popularity, and a black t-shirt with the name and symbol of some 70s heavy metal band. The fifth boy was Jimmy; he was a chubby boy, but not really fat. He had curly red hair, and an ever-present smile. Because of his chubbiness, he almost always wore gym/athletic shorts with an elastic waistband. The problem was, he often wore a pair that the elastic was giving out, so the back was forever sagging down to show off a great deal of his briefs (or of his ass, when he wasn’t wearing underwear). Tonight he wasn’t wearing any, he was swimming at day care this afternoon and afterwards he just put on those shorts (probably because he knew he was coming here). In summer, he also almost always wore a plain white tank top, which rarely covered his belly completely. All six of us took off our shoes and socks when we got there, and spent the rest of night barefoot. After eating the first pizza, we all went out and into my side yard. It faced the woods, so none of the other apartments had windows looking into that yard; someone had built a fence all the way around it (with a lockable gate leading into the woods), so it was nice and private. We started playing football, but it quickly devolved into an all-out, no-holds-barred wrestling free-for-all. Complete with pantsings. And since it was only guys there, none of us really complained. After we all wore each other out I went and got another one of the pizzas and a case of soda (a beer for me, hidden inside a can sleeve) and brought them into the yard; we all kicked back, eating and drinking. Billy was, of course, sitting right next to me. “Jon, can we sleep out here tonight?” All the other boys added their voice to that, so I agreed. After we finished the food and drinks, and the boys engaged in a belching contest, we went back inside to watch a movie (and eat more pizza and drink more soda). I noticed that Billy did not go to the bathroom nearly as often as the other boys (even though he drank more soda by far then anyone), and wondered what he had planned. By the end of the movie the soda, pizza, and chips were almost all gone; the sun had set, but it was still pretty warm; and everyone was yawning. I told the boys to get ready for bed before we went back outside, and watched with interest to see what they’d wear out there. As I expected, Chad stripped down to something very minimal that showed off his maturing body: black bikini briefs that also showed off his bulge very nicely. Enrique just left his tightie whities on, which really looked sexy against his nicely-tanned body. Jimmy was the only one who went into the bathroom to change/strip; I wasn’t surprised by that, since chubby boys are often body-shy. When he came back out he had put on sweatpants, and left on his white tank top. Billy had stripped to his tightie whities just like Enrique. I stayed fully dressed. Based on my conversation with Billy in the art room earlier today, and his not going to the bathroom tonight, I was pretty sure I knew what he had planned. This slumber party could really turn out to be fun! After getting ready for “bed”, we all grabbed our sleeping bags and pillows and headed out to the yard. The boys argued about who was sleeping next to who; we ended up with me in the middle, and the boys in a circle around me. As I laid on top of my bag and relaxed, the boys sat together and talked about young boy stuff. Billy kept looking over at me, and smiling. He also periodically grabbed himself; I knew how he felt, my bladder was starting to complain too. I listened to the boys’ conversations with some amusement, but before long almost drifted off. Billy looked at me one more time, and winked. Soon I actually DID drift off to sleep for a bit. When I came back around I kept still with my eyes closed, breathing slowly and loudly (even letting out a little bit of a snore). I could almost feel five pairs of eyes on me. The boys’ voices were barely above a whisper, but I was just able to make out a comment here and there. “Jon went to sleep.” “…first one…” “Play a trick…” “…his hand…in warm…” “Get a bowl…” A minute later, I sensed several things that told me the boys were putting Billy’s plan into action. The back door quietly opened and closed again. The whispering drew closer. My sleeping bag shifted as several knees pushed down on it next to me. A light moved back and forth across my closed eyelids. The door opened and closed again. A single pair of footsteps moved slowly and carefully towards me. A small hand grasped my right wrist and pulled it up into the air, then held it there for a moment, suspended. My right hand was slowly lowered, into a bowl of almost-hot water. Then everything got completely quiet and still. I barely cracked yahya kaptan escort open one eye, and looked around. All 5 boys were knelt around me, bent over and looking at my crotch. Two of the boys held flashlights, both trained right on the zipper of my shorts. “Will it work?” “Is he gonna pee?” “How long does it take?” “Think he’ll be mad at us?” It was all I could do not to laugh. At the boys, and their youthful prank. But the really funny thing, to me, was that their prank WAS kind of working! My bladder, which had been complaining since early in the movie, had started cramping when I first drifted off (that’s probably what kept me from actually going to sleep). And now, as my hand lay submerged in that bowl of water, I could actually feel the piss creeping up through my dick. When I felt a few little drops escaping into my briefs, I relaxed. Totally. And felt waves of warm wetness gushing out of me and filling up my underpants. The boys erupted in mirth. If I really HAD been asleep. It would have woken me up. But I let them have their joke. I continued to fake being asleep as I pissed myself for them; filled my underpants and shorts until they were completely soaked; and felt the warm wetness pooling under me. Then I acted like I was waking up, groggy and disoriented. The boys were rolling around and holding their stomachs, they were laughing so hard. I pretended to slowly figure out what had happened, what they had done to me, and displayed a combination of anger and shared glee. Grabbing the bowl and flicking the water around, I managed to get each one of them at least a little wet. Then I chased them and wrestled each as I tackled them; they each shrieked in horror as my pee-wet clothes touched them. Finally we settled down again. But we were all at least somewhat wet (some more than others), so we went back inside. Everyone took off all of the clothes they had on (even Jimmy, I was pleased to see) and dumped them in my washing machine, and I started it. That was the first time I got to see the other 3 boys naked, and it was a great sight! Jimmy was the most surprising, in that he had a lot more pubic hair than I expected; between that and his belly, I could barely see his dick. Just enough to be able to tell that he was cut. But his balls were his biggest asset that I could see; they were quite large, compared to the rest of his equipment. As expected, Chad was the biggest among the boys. He had a decent spread of pubes around his dick, but the hairs were short, which allowed others to see his dick and balls more clearly. He was also cut, and hung probably four inches (not completely soft, but not quite rising into a semi yet). I could just tell that he had a small amount of hair covering his balls, which were actually smaller than Jimmy’s. Enrique was the only one there who was uncut; he also had the smallest patch of pubes (other than Matthew, who was the youngest boy there). Enrique’s dick pointed straight out in a semi (maybe three inches long at the most), and his dickhead was partly peeking out of his foreskin. His balls were still drawn up tight. We all went into the bathroom; while I hopped in the shower, the rest grabbed washcloths and got cleaned up. From their remarks to each other, I could tell that none of them really cared about my pee getting on them; they all joked about it. And though I couldn’t see them (why didn’t I have a clear, see-through shower curtain?), I could tell by their words that there was a fair amount of ass- and dick-grabbing and touching going on. When I stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off with, all five boys stood there and watched me. I felt like I was on stage! We went back out to the TV room, everyone pulled out and put on a fresh pair of underwear or pair of shorts, and then we went back out into the yard. It was around midnight; despite the excitement of the past hour, everyone was yawning. As the others lay down on top of their sleeping bags (the night was too warm to get inside, Billy and I looked at mine; it was soaking wet, obviously in no shape to be slept in. I was about to tell the boys I was going inside to sleep in my bed, when Billy said he would share his sleeping bag with me. “Are you sure?” I said for appearance’s sake. I didn’t want to appear too eager to the other boys, but there was no way I was going to turn down this opportunity to be so close to Billy! It’s ok, I don’t mind,” he said; we laid down on his sleeping bag, both clad in only our tightie whities. We were all tangled together, Billy’s body mostly laying on top of mine with his head on my chest, and my arms wrapped around him. Within minutes, everyone (including me) was asleep. A while later, something woke me up. I heard several boys breathing slowly and deeply, one or two semi-snoring. Then I heard a soft voice close to my ear. “Jon? Jon, are you awake?” Billy’s hand was on top of my chest, covering my right nipple; he was slowly and gently rubbing that hand in small circles, as if he was trying to figure out if I was awake without actually waking me up. I didn’t move; I kept my eyes closed, waiting to see what he would do. Then I felt it: a warm wetness spraying and spreading all over me. Billy was pissing himself, and pissing me! I let out a soft moan; as he released a full night’s worth of piss build-up, I felt my own bladder aching to be emptied! When I felt his deluge cease, I rolled us over so he was lying on his back and I was lying right on top of him. I held myself up by my toes and arms so I didn’t completely crush and smother him, but lowered my face to his until our lips met. We kissed; pecks at first, but then more fervently as our tongues slid across each other and into each other’s mouth. As we made out, I relaxed, and let loose what I had held in from a night of drinking beer and soda. It quickly filled my already-soaked briefs, and flowed over his thighs and up over his groin. I could feel the sleeping bag becoming squishy under us, as it too went past the point of saturation. Finally, my bladder was empty. And we were beyond soaked! Billy and I laid there, continuing to make out as we rolled around on the piss-filled sleeping bag, and grinding our twin boners against each other through our piss-filled briefs. Sleep was now the last thing on my mind (and, I’m sure, Billy’s). I couldn’t remember ever being this horny. “Let’s go inside, then we won’t have to worry about waking the others,” I said. Billy grunted in agreement. It took a minute for us to unentangle ourselves, and stand up. I slipped off my wet undies and dropped them on the sleeping bag, and Billy did the same. Then I gathered it in my arms. We walked naked (and hard) to the corner of the yard closest to the front of the house, dropped the sleeping bag there, and silently (or so we thought) inside. Once in the bathroom, I sat on the closed toilet lid with my knees spread; Billy stepped up between them, an we hugged each other tight as we ran our hands all over each other’s piss-damp body and resumed making out. After a minute we both dropped a hand into each other’s crotch, and began slow-jerking each other. I heard a noise. Billy and I both turned and looked at the open bathroom door. There stood the other four boys; they were now also all naked, and each one was fingering a hard-on. Billy and I looked at each other sheepishly. “We thought you were all still asleep!” “How could we sleep with you two carrying on like that? Besides, we want gebze escort to play too!” And they stepped over to us, their four pairs of hands running all over Billy’s and my bodies. Billy and I smiled and nodded at each other. “Ok, guys, you win. But there’s not enough room in here. Let’s go back out to the other room.” We filed out there, and all sat down. Everyone began groping each other, lots of moaning and groaning. Then we just kinda all paired up: me and Billy, of course; Chad and Enrique; and then Jimmy with Matthew. At first, everyone just laid next to their partner, jerking each other. Then Billy and I decided to give the other two a show; I laid on my back with my legs spread, he laid on top of me head to foot, and we started sucking each other. By the time they noticed, Billy had worked almost all of my shaft into his mouth (I, of course, had his entire package in my mouth). “Hey wouldja look at that, they’re blowing each other!” All four stopped what they were doing, and gathered around us. They made comments of disbelief that we would put each other’s dick in our mouths, and that Billy could swallow all of my “monster”. Then Chad remarked that I was playing with Billy’s asshole; when they all leaned in close to see that, I pushed my finger all the way up his ass. The boys couldn’t believe that. Jimmy came right over and put his hands on Billy’s cheeks and pried them apart. I slid my finger out, took one of Jimmy’s fingers, and put it against Billy’s hole. Jimmy hesitated, but then he slid his finger in all the way. “Whoa, it’s like all hot in there, feels kinda squishy!” The others made faces and expressed disgust, but remained where they were and watched closely. Jimmy didn’t back away, so I grasped his wrist, and pulled it back and forth so he was finger fucking Billy. After a minute I released his wrist, and he continued on his own. Billy let out a husky growl, which vibrated through his mouth on my cock. It felt so good, I had to back out of his mouth so I didn’t cum! After a few minutes Jimmy pulled his finger out; I slapped Matthew’s cheek and pointed at Billy’s ass, so Matthew took Jimmy’s place. Billy groaned as Matthew’s finger went into him, and then even louder as the younger boy slid his finger in and out real fast. After a minute, Chad got up and started rubbing his fingertip along the rim of Billy’s asshole. The next time Matthew pulled his finger almost all the way out, Chad pushed his finger into Billy’s asshole along with Matthew, and the two of them gave Billy a royal double finger fuck. Billy squealed, and sucked in his breath, so to get his mind off of the discomfort I slid my cock back into his mouth. I was still sucking Billy, so I had the perfect view as the two of them worked Billy’s hole. When they got tired and pulled their fingers out, I decided that Billy was ready for the next level. I pulled my cock out of Billy’s mouth and released his package from my mouth, and stood up. He looked up at me with a look of both yearning and confusion, but smiled when I winked at him. I maneuvered him onto his back, pulled his knees to his chest, and told him to hold them there. Then I brought Enrique over; his boner was still at its full three-inch length, and I knew that it was the perfect size. I helped him to squat right at Billy’s upturned ass, and pointed his unsheathed dickhead at Billy’s slightly-opened hole. When he just looked at me, I grasped his hips and pushed him forward so that his dick slid right into Billy. All five boys gasped; Billy at the unexpected (larger) intrusion, the three observers that they were watching Billy get his ass fucked, and Enrique because of how great it felt. Once he was all the way inside, I didn’t need to assist Enrique at all. Instinct took over, and he began full-on power fucking Billy with quick rabbit thrusts. Had he been any bigger, I would have slowed him down, but I knew that he wasn’t big enough to really hurt Billy. I went and sat with the other boys, and we watched Enrique and Billy lose their virginity to each other. It was the hottest thing I had seen in a long time, maybe ever! The other three apparently agreed, as they began stroking themselves. I, of course, joined in. Billy had gotten me too worked up, though; that, combined with what I was watching, had me shooting all over the place way too soon. Chad was right next to me, and seeing me go off pushed him over the edge too. He sprayed six ropes of boy cum, mostly all over himself (but some also got on me). And within a minute or so, the other three all got off; Matthew fell back and his body shuddered as he went through a dry cum, Billy jerked himself and shot several strings onto his chest, and then Enrique fell over on top of Billy after his body jerked and heaved. All six of us just lay there for a few minutes, recovering from what we had done. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost 3 AM. We were all too spent to clean up, so we went back outside. It was still too warm to be inside sleeping bags, and we ended up in the grass in one big tangled mass of arms and legs. Soon all was silent as we all fell asleep. The sun was already overhead and warming us up when we started to stir. I was glad for my fencing and the tall trees on the other side of it. No one to see me cuddled up with five boys, all of us naked! Soon everyone was awake and stretching; simultaneously, we all noticed our morning piss hard-ons. “I get the bathroom first.” “No fair, I gotta go the worst!” “How do you know that?” “We can piss in pairs.” Then Billy quieted the others, and got everyone to listen to him. “Do you guys know what Jon and I did before we went inside, when you guys were all still sleeping?” Chad and Enrique and Jimmy all shook their heads, but Matthew spoke up. “I know, I know!” he exclaimed. Everyone looked at him. “You both peed on each other!” Their heads whipped over to look at us, shock on their faces. Billy grinned, and we both nodded. “No way! That’s… gross?” “Was it?” Billy shook his head. “Nuh-uh, it’s fun! You guys gotta try it!” And with that, he got on his knees and pointed his boner at each of the other boys in turn. They each flinched, half-turned away, but none of them left. Then Billy let out a spray for about ten seconds as he moved back and forth, just enough to get each of us a little peewet. The other boys all screeched playfully. They all jumped him and began wrestling, and I joined in. It quickly became too much to both play-wrestle and hold a full bladder; soon, all six of us were spraying our piss all over each other as we wrestled. After a while, we all sat back. All six bodies were dripping with pee, but all of us were smiling. I went and pulled the hose over, and the boys took turns getting sprayed (and helping each other rub down their bodies). Finally, Chad took over the hose and sprayed me down, with all of them rubbing their hands all over me. We went inside to the bathroom, and washed down in the tub shower in two groups of two. Of course, the cleaning was not at all chaste, resulting in more cums. Lunch was the last of the pizza, and then Billy’s mom arrived to help take boys home. I drove Chad and Matthew home; they both shared the front bench seat with me, and there was lots of over-the-pants and in-the-pants groping as we went down the roads. And two exhausted boys were delivered to their homes. Chapter 9 will be coming, but not for at least a week (holiday weekend coming up! Labor Day, for those readers not in the US). Thanks again to all who have emailed me with comments and to chat about this topic. I still want to hear from more of you! Don’t forget to check your email settings to make sure I’m not blocked. I want to be able to respond back! -Jon

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