Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:57:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boyz are Cool!!! <undieman69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping with Billy

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Camping with Billy

Danny was an old childhood buddy of mine. I just about grew up with Danny
along with his brothers and sisters. One of Danny's sisters went on and got
married. They had a daughter and to sons. They named their second son
Billy.  I thought he was just about the cutest baby I ever laid eyes on.
Billy had lots of interaction with Uncle Danny and me while growing up.
Since Danny and I were almost like brothers, Billy became my adopted nephew
in a sense.

I guess Billy was what some would refer to as a "Toe Headed Boy". Pure
white hair, deep blue eyes and a cute little button nose. Combine that with
just a light dusting of freckles and you come up with a Boylovers wet
dream.

If I was ever given the chance to choose any boy I wanted; I still couldn't
do any better. When Billy finally reached that age of discovery that all
boys go through, he had truly become the perfect "10" in every respect.

Billy was so far beyond just being cute; he could literally melt your heart
with his amazing smile. He was always such a good natured kid; and fun to
be around!

And to think; I was there all along, watching him as he grew up. Even when
Billy got to be in his mid to late teens, he could still get my juices
flowing. "Squirt-Squirt-Squirt". Do I need to say any more?

Dan and I would often baby sit Billy along with his older brother Jake and
occasionally their sister. Her name was Pat and she was about a year older
than Billy and usually stayed with grandma while we watched the boys, which
was fine by me.

I don't know if girls can be a "Toe Head". But if they can, Patty would
certainly qualify. She was a real cutie just like her baby brother. Most
people thought they were twins. I wasn't the least bit interested, with me
being a Boy lover and all. If Billy could make me cream my pants, Patty was
most defiantly a Girl lover's wet dream.

I managed to snag quite a few pairs of Billy's undies, as he was growing
up. I got so good at it, I had to start recycling them, that way nobody
(mainly mom) would notice them missing. Seemed like a fair trade. I got a
fresh pair (dirty of course), Mom got his missing ones back, and Billy
wouldn't take the rap for losing all his underpants at the pool. Everyone's
happy, right?

As an added bonus, if I had the same style and size undies in my personal
collection, which I usually did, Billy would probably end up wearing some
unknown kid's underwear, as long as they didn't have the boys initials on
the waist band. He would probably never even know. I called it "The Great
Undie exchange". Way I always figured, one pair of Billy's underwear were
worth ten pairs belonging to some boy I didn't even know. Since he was my
favorite nephew, I even bought him some new ones for Christmas, without him
knowing about it.

Because of my extensive knowledge of Billy's undies, I was able to track
his progress as he graduated from one size and style to the next. Most of
the younger boys started out wearing those very cute Showtoons, Underroos,
and Super Hero's briefs. Billy was no exception. I guess he must have been
around 8 or 9 when Mom started buying him some tighty whities. He probably
thought he was getting too big for baby underwear, and like most boys at
the time, Billy got the standard issue FTL White Briefs with the double
blue stripes!
 
His first white briefs were the 10/12 medium size. He wore those until the
age of about 10 or 11. Next ones were the 12/14 Large Size. Those were
pretty much all he wore until he reached that ripe old age of about 12 or
13. I don't think they made XL-16/18's at the time, so most boys, Billy
included, wore size 16's, which was the last stop in the boys sizes.

In addition to 16, FTL also made boys briefs in number sizes of
6-8-10-12-14. Assuming the boy stayed with white briefs when he outgrew the
16's, or didn't want to be wearing boys underwear any more, he would
usually move up to the Men's Small 30/32's with the blue and yellow
stripes.

When Billy got to be around 14, he started wearing undies that sorta looked
like a Speedo brief. The leg and waist bands were usually different colors
and no piss hole of course. With me being old school, I just called them
"Boy Panties" LOL...

Billy was apparently well trained in the virtues of good personal hygiene
at a young age. Although his undies were always pretty clean, I could
usually find signs that he actually wore them. If there were any pee stains
they were mainly confined to the fly area; and sometimes noticeable around
the leg bands. His pee stains were darker on the outside of his briefs,
which tells me there were a few last drips trapped inside his little piss
hole; before he tucked it back in, guess no matter how hard we shake it;
some still ends up there! Some boys use the fly while others just pull it
out through the leg band. I think Billy was a switch hitter!

Even if a boy is meticulously clean with his wiping habits. You can usually
still find the spot where his undies rode up the crack of his ass and
rubbed against his moist little boy hole. There may be a slight discoloring
of the white cotton material. You might as well forget about finding
anything in the colored ones. In these cases trying to find the kids skids
is sorta like a treasure hunt, sniffing them out is usually the only way.

I don't care how clean a boy is, He still has a certain scent or body odor
that's his and only his. No other person on earth has exactly the same
aromas. Not even twins!Guess that's why I love boy's undies in the first
place.
 
Soon after a boy washes his genitals, his individual scents start to return
shortly, sometimes even before he's done drying himself off, as his pours
continue to excrete even more of his natural body oils that get deposited
on his skin. These oils help lubricate the body parts, keeping his legs
from rubbing his balls raw. These oils also get absorbed by the cotton
material in his underpants, giving them that personal touch. The body is
pretty amazing when you think about it.

Once a boy reaches puberty, his nuts start to drop and dangle freely
between his legs. That's when the perspiration trickles down from the pubic
mound and unto his scrotal sac, since there are a lot hidden pockets and
wrinkled skin where the sweat can hide out, his little balls start to make
that special perfume little bit sooner than the rest of his body. If a boy
is real active or not, his balls get sweaty no matter how clean he
is. Younger boys don't have this "problem" yet!

Billy's tighty whities always appeared to be almost new; and had that snowy
bright look to them, which made any stain stand out even more!

Even if a boy is meticulously clean with his wiping habits. You can usually
still find the spot where his undies rode up the crack of his ass and
rubbed against his moist little boy hole. There may be a slight discoloring
of the white cotton material. You might as well forget about finding
anything in the colored ones. In these cases trying to find the kids skids
is sorta like a treasure hunt, sniffing them out is usually the only way.
I don't care how clean a boy is, He still has a certain scent or body odor
that's his and only his. No other person on earth has exactly the same
aromas. Not even twins!  Guess that's why I love boy's undies in the first
place.

Soon after a boy washes his genitals, his individual scents start to return
shortly thereafter, sometimes even before he's done drying himself off, as
his pours continue to excrete even more of his natural body oils on the
surface of his skin. These oils help lubricate the body parts, keeping his
legs from rubbing his balls raw. These oils also get absorbed by the cotton
material in his underpants, giving them that personal touch. The body is
pretty amazing when you really think about it.

Once a boy reaches puberty, his nuts start to drop and dangle freely
between his legs. That's when the perspiration trickles down from the pubic
mound and unto his scrotal sac, since there are a lot hidden pockets and
wrinkled skin where the sweat can hide out, his little balls start to make
that special perfume a little bit sooner than the rest of his body. If a
boy is real active or not, his balls get sweaty no matter how clean he
is. Younger boys don't have this problem yet! Carl's tighty whites always
appeared to be almost like new; and had that snowy bright look to them,
which made any stain stand out even more!


The exotic boy perfume inside Billy's freshly worn undies was always a real
special treat especially if I happened to get lucky and snatch them up
moments after he took them off. Sometimes I would be at his house while he
was taking a shower and could hardly wait till he got done, so I could
check out the dirty clothes hamper. It's funny how I would always have to
take a leak right after he came out of the bathroom.


There's nothing that compares to the erotic scents found in a boys
underpants just moments after he was wearing them, especially if there
still a little damp from his sweaty balls & asshole. Hey why else would he
need a shower in the first place? The heady aroma is simply amazing; it's
probably as close as I'll ever get! Even if I never found any skids or pee
stains in Billy's underpants, as cute as he was, it didn't take very much
stimulation to get me there. "Squirt-Squirt-Squirt"


As soon as I got my first shot of that erotic boy perfume, I was never
quite the same. All it took is one shot and I was hooked for life! I just
love everything about a boy's tender young body, especially the way he
smells...


Fast Forward- Billy @ 15


Dan, Shirley and their young son Tommy and I, couldn't wait for summer; to
get away on the weekends. Danny's little "Toe Headed" nephew; liked to tag
along with us where ever we went. Cookouts, Camping, Fishing, Swimming,
Hiking, Boating, Bike riding.... Just being able to get away from the Big
City for a few days and lie back, unwind, relax, and maybe have a few
beers, (12 packs/Cases/Kegs-what ever it takes) while getting back to
nature. Isn't that what summers all about?


This one particular weekend in late July we decided to do a little camping
at the state park about an hours drive from home. When I found out my
favorite adopted nephew was coming along, I thought Oh Yeah! And since I
was secretly in love with Billy anyway, what could be better? I could
hardly wait till that Friday!


I always loved the great outdoors -- especially when I could perv all the
half naked boys. Being in the company of shirtless young boys is one of my
all time favorite outdoor sports, and we were going tent camping to
boot. Wooo Hooo!  Dan's family had a super-sized family tent that would
have slept all of us comfortably. But since I liked being "alone with my
thoughts" during the night, I brought along my 2-man dome tent. When Billy
found out, he wanted to stay with me to avoid having to crash with Uncle
Dan, Aunt Shirley, and their young son Little man- aka-Tommy, who by the
way just turned 6 in June.


Billy knew I liked to stay up late drinking lotsa cold beer and maybe do a
little night fishing before turning in for the night. Since the rules are
different when you're out camping, Uncle Dan didn't mind if Billy got a
little wasted.


Dan and Shirley turned in just before midnight. Little Man was asleep hours
before. That left me alone with Billy and a well stocked cooler full of
beers. Most of them were the ones Danny didn't drink, but hey someone had
to drink em, right?


We sat around the fire awhile drinking and shooting the bull about guns,
trucks, hunting and fishing, and what ever else drunks talk about during a
camp out. Yeah fishing... that's a great idea.  So, we grabbed our stuff,
and headed down to the river.


Several more beers and a couple hours later I finally came to the
conclusion there just weren't any fish to be caught.  That's when we
decided to call it a day and turn in for the night.


Billy grabbed our fishing gear. I had the cooler, which was pretty much
empty by now (I was still glad it had wheels and a handle), and my trusty
old Coleman lantern. I stayed several steps behind while lighting the path
ahead, and keeping a close eye on Billy's sexy little bubble butt, all the
while thinking how I would just love to yank down his shorts and molest
little Billy Boy right here in the woods.


But since he was almost like family and Billy's real family would probably
have me arrested after they beat me to a pulp or maybe killed if I could
get that lucky. You know Blood is thicker than mud...and all that other
crazy shit. I sure didn't want a death wish hanging over my head.


OK then. Since molesting Billy wasn't a viable option, I would just have to
admire him from afar, while thinking evil thoughts of all the things I
would like to do with his nude body.


We somehow managed to stumble back to our camp site. The fire had burned
down. All that was left were some glowing ambers, just about enough light
to see where we were at. Once I turned off the lantern, it was very
dark. We tried to make as little noise as possible, but being wasted and
all makes it a little tough. I certainly didn't want to deal with Dans's
bullshit at 2 in the morning, Once we set all our gear down on the picnic
table, Billy and I staggered off to my little dome tent, where we would bed
down for the night.


I needed to take one last beer piss before getting in the tent. Guess Billy
had to go too. He whipped it out right in front of me, and pissed on the
same tree that was holding me up. We were probably getting each other a
little bit wet as our hot piss streams-crossed and splattered on the big-ol
tree and back at us. I pretended to stagger forward a bit, so he could
accidentally piss all over my hand with out him even noticing it. Just
think of all the fun things you can do when you're drunk. Damm, I wished it
was a bit lighter out, so I could see the piss show as it unfolded.


I saw Billy in the nude lots of times in the past while he was changing in
front of me at the beach or pool. Sometimes he would ask me to bring him
something while he was taking a bath.


When he was a young tot I would help him go potty. He never could figure
out those straps on his cute little Denham bibs. I even changed a diaper
time or two. I didn't feel any sexual attraction to him when he was that
young. It was more like a big brother thing.


Now that he was getting a little older, Billy started to become more
private with his boy parts. That's why it was always a special treat for me
then. If I could, I'd catch a quick eye-full. Or maybe I'd see his cute boy
pecker along with his blond pubes as he pulled his shorts down to pee next
to me. The darkness made it near impossible to see much. Guess I wasn't as
lucky this time. Oh well, at least I did get to taste his fresh pee.


Once we were safely zipped up in my cozy little tent, we kicked off our
shoes and socks. I pulled off my shirt. Billy tossed his shorts over by his
shoes and slid into his sleeping bag. He said it was OK for me to kill the
flashlight. We shot the shit for awhile until Billy said goodnight and
stopped talking. It didn't take long for him to drift off to a peaceful
sleep. As for me there was no way I was gonna be able to fall asleep with
such a sexy young boy sleeping right next to me.


I could almost hear his heart beating in his chest, while basking in the
warmth radiating from his smooth, tender young body.... being surrounded by
his sweet boyish perfume, so pure and so innocent.... not quite the man he
would soon become, but at the same time no longer the little boy I once
remembered him to be!


I could hardly believe Billy was already 15 years old. Just the thought of
him still made my dick get all boned up and ready to blow its load.


Boys his age don't usually have this effect on me, but this was the very
same boy who had been my source of countless mind-bending, cum-squirting,
orgasms for lots of years. And this very same boy was still- hot as ever -
even at 15!


All I could do is lay there on my back while Billy's breath continued its
steady in and out rhythm, with an occasional change in pace. He snored a
bit. Once in awhile he would say a word or two as he slept. Maybe it was
part of a dream he was having.


I wish there had been some light so I could see my beautiful bare-chested
boy up close. I cursed myself for not leaving the lantern on low. But since
I was unable to observe him visually, I had to rely on my other senses.


I called out his name while shaking him, making sure he was sound
asleep. After doing this 3 or 4 times over the course of about 10 minutes
without the slightest bit of response on his part, I could tell he was
pretty much dead to the world. So, I figured I could easily get a closer
look and maybe a little feel without him ever knowing it.
 

I was kinda scared at first -- that is until my dick took over the thinking
part, leaving me little choice in the matter. After the struggle between
good and evil, I finally got up enough courage to place my hand over his
boyhood package. It felt so nice and warm and much bigger than I expected
it to be.


As long as I was already this close, I decided to go ahead and throw all
caution to the wind and wormed my hand inside his briefs and found his boy
cock and gently stroked him a few times before removing it.


After making sure he was still asleep, I slipped my fingers inside the
waistband, and gently tugged the front outward and down in one smooth
movement, carefully sliding his briefs down just above his knees, releasing
his perfect specimen of boyhood, along with its plump little pouch of
crinkled skin and the twin nuggets it contained.  His penis looked so
peaceful resting atop his plump scrotum. I lowered my head even closer and
could smell all the boyish scents radiating from between his legs, so fresh
and sweet, so young and innocent.


I had never been this close to a boy's nude body before, and the
intoxicating aroma was like no other perfume on earth. "Oh God... the
scent... wonderful... pure boy...!" My whole body started shaking as I
continued on my journey into a Boy's private world, a world where few men
dare to go.


I almost passed out once my hand finally touched his dick, without any
barriers getting in the way. Wrapping my fingers around the boy's shaft;
making it come alive in my hand. It started to rise up and get hard as I
gave it some steady strokes with an up and down motion.
 

I could feel his pulse rate as the blood surged beneath the velvety skin,
making it even harder, as I continued to stimulate his boy tool, with my
delicate touch. While rubbing his penis with one hand, I reached over and
very carefully manipulated his marble sized nuts with my other hand. They
felt so soft and warm as I rolled them around between my fingers as they
hung down below his boyhood pride and joy.


Even If I died rite there on the spot, I would go happy. Knowing I finally
got to experience the one thing that was missing from my life!  So that's
what a boy is all about. It gave me a real scene of the awesome power I
held in my hand. Those very same marble size nuggets will eventually turn
the boy into a man, so tiny, but yet so powerful.


After I was done exploring his little sperm makers, I was curious to see
what they would produce. By now his dick was soo big and hard, making his
pre come flow freely from the slit. Since I was the one who started it all,
I couldn't even imagine not allowing him to squirt his boy juices.


I stroked him faster and harder, while continuing to play with his nuts. I
could tell by the way his dick responded to my touch, he was almost there.


Then suddenly I felt his balls pull away, then jerk upward into his
groin. His shaft swelled in my hand and then exploded, spewing thick,
strong, strings of his warm and slippery juice everywhere. His dick finally
shot out its full payload. Most of it landed all over my face and hands,
while some of it ended up running down his smooth chest, painting his
little belly button. He must have squirted at least 5 or 6 thick ropes of
boy cum. After I finally released my grip, a few little dribbles oozed out
and ran down his now deflating shaft, soon to be absorbed by his soft,
little pubic bush.


And just like that, it was all over...Like two ships passing in the night.
 

Then I woke up...and realized it was only a dream.
 

It all seemed so real, it took a few minutes to convince myself that it was
all in my head and that made me kinda sad. But what a dream it was. Why did
I ever have to wake up!  It had me wondering, what it would actually be
like, having an intimate relationship with a boy who was ready to explore
his young body with someone older, like me.Knowing he could trust me enough
not to hurt him. It would have to be a boy who was not afraid to let
someone show him the joys of his budding young sexuality without any guilt
or shame.


I guess that's just another one of my impossible dreams.


It's a world of make believe. A world that's only real in my own mind. A
world of dreams that will never come true, it's a world of... What
If's...What would it be like...and how would it feel!
 
 
What would it be like...holding a naked young boy in my arms, while
tenderly massaging his strong back with my warm gentle touch? Would he let
me feel my way all over his smooth skin, then take me by the hand and
direct it rite over his youthful crotch?


How would it feel...to be fondling his hard boy penis and sweet little
scrotal sac, while letting him know, his pleasure was the only thing that
mattered to me. Making him feel like he was the most special person in the
whole wide world?


What would it be like...To tenderly kiss his dime sized nipples? Nibbling
and licking one and then the other, working my way down his chest kissing
and licking all over his smooth tummy until my wet tongue found his cute
little belly button, giving it some soft kisses, while I probed at the
center, sampling all his boy flavors.


How would it feel...To be licking away at his newly sprouted pubic hair,
making sure not to miss a single curly strand, while giving them a bath
with my warm tongue,


What would it be like...To part my lips and let his virgin cock slip inside
my hungry mouth? Finally being able experience joys of having a boy's hard
penis poking against the back of my throat? Licking all around the mushroom
shaped head and the slippery glans beneath it, placing the tip my nimble
tongue rite in the slit where his piss and sperm enters this world!


What if...I didn't stop swallowing his penis, until my nose was buried in
his soft pubic mound, then moving down to his hairless scrotal sac, licking
each and every wrinkle, while bathing them with my warm saliva? I would be
more then happy to give them a complete tongue bath, placing them in my
mouth one at a time and hopefully being able to take his whole sac in my
warm mouth without hurting him.


I wonder what it would feel like...To have a boy wrap his smooth colt like
legs around my face, locking me in a headlock, with absolutely no way to
escape. My nose buried in the tight confines of his pubic area, breathing
in all his erotic boy aromas, almost to the point of suffocation. That's
exactly where I want to be!


What if...I had the boy roll over and spread his legs apart, giving me
complete access to that private space, his perineum. It's that diamond
shaped area between his scrotal sac and that little pink pucker, better
known as his asshole. I can't even imagine what intoxicating scents and
tastes I might find there. With all the boy flavor gone, I could spread his
butt cheeks further apart and lick that sweet little ass crevice, all the
way up and back down again, trying to shove my tongue up his tight little
ass hole.


What would...his sweaty little asshole smell and taste like after he played
out in the woods all day. After "Exploring his most secret places that make
him a boy"


I would gently take his raging hard penis back in my slick oral cavern and
help him squirt his pent up boy cream. Swallowing every precious drop!
Giving him back the awesome pleasure, he so freely gave me!


My mind was working in overdrive; all those thoughts running thru my head
at a thousand miles a minute were spinning out of control....


My aching balls needed to get some kind of relief. But at the same time I
didn't want to risk scaring Billy. Not knowing for sure if I would be able
contain myself once I started to squirt my sperm all over the tent, being
as hot as I was, Billy probably would have ended up being showered with cum
in the process. That wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing as long as he
didn't wake up. Male bonding, you know.


My only other option would be to slip out and head down to the outhouse to
shoot off a load in the toilet paper. Somehow I knew once I unzipped the
door flap and crawled out, I would probably wake the boy out of his
slumber.


If I didn't wake him, I could take care of my raging hard-on at the picnic
table without having to walk quite a ways down the path to the shitter in
the dark. My drunken ass mind was too fuzzy to think straight. I couldn't
even make a decision and go with it.


I just lay there with all these thoughts going through my head knowing I
had to do something to get my very painful dick back under control, real
soon, or I might end up doing something to the boy I would most likely
regret later.


I don't know how long I laid there in the dark drifting in and out of
consciousness. I was really starting to feel the effects of all the beer I
consumed. As much as I wanted to pass out, sleep just wouldn't come to me.


Let's see now, with me being exclusively attracted to pubescent boys both
physically and sexually, while having one of the sexist boys I have ever
laid eyes on, sleeping rite next to me, half naked!  Is it any wonder why I
couldn't get any sleep?


Damn it, what was this boy doing to me. I don't think he ever had the
slightest clue what was going on inside my perverted mind.


I was suddenly shaken back into the real world by Billy's elevated breath
rate. The kid started tossing and turning and moaning like a fish out of
water. I got this feeling he was having a sexual dream of some sort. His
breathing pattern changed, and I figured he was waking up from a wet
dream. I could barely make out the dark shadow from the corner of my eye as
he rolled out of his sleeping bag. All I could do is lay there perfectly
still, wondering what his next move would be. I couldn't tell exactly what
he was up to, but I would soon find out!


The smoldering fire outside the tent would pop every once in a while,
giving off a brief spark of light. The instant it did, I saw him hunch his
back in the air till his ass was up off the sleeping bag. I must have taken
a quick snapshot because I noticed he was wearing a pair of Speedo briefs
and nothing else. I completely quit breathing for several moments just
imagining what he was doing. By putting 2 and 2 together I figured the
reason he had his ass in the air was so he could pull his briefs down under
his balls, and that's when I heard that unmistakable sound of someone
beating their meat. Damn that fire. Why couldn't it pop again so I would be
able to catch a glimpse of Billy jacking himself off?


I wanted to reach over and grab his dick and help the kid shoot his
cream. Or maybe I could shine the flashlight on him as soon he reached the
point of no return. I knew there was no way he would be able to stop what
he was doing once his dick started squirting ropes of hot boy jizz. I
squeezed the flashlight tightly, waiting for my cue, ready to flash him
with a beam of light as soon as he started to fire his load.  My body and
soul were completely frozen in time. I couldn't have moved if I wanted
to. It's as if everything just stopped while Billy quietly played with
himself in the dark.


I could tell his hand movements came to a stand still, then I heard him
panting, as he moaned almost silently. I just knew he was trying to keep it
down because he didn't want to wake me. But little did he know I was
secretly cheering him on all the way. I felt those same special feelings he
was experiencing that very moment when he reached the pinnacle of his
orgasm.


Everything got very still for a few moments. I guess he was trying to calm
down from the intense orgasm he just experienced. I noticed His breathing
pattern was a little more like normal. Then he began to movie around some
more, probably trying to clean up after the flood. That's when I had a
vision of him pulling up his very wet briefs way past his belly button,
trying to mop up as much of his boy snot as he could.


And just like that it was all over. Billy pulled the sleeping bag back over
himself, and drifted off to sleep again. My head was reeling, and it wasn't
from being drunk.


Once I fully realized what I had just witnessed. It made my whole body seem
like it was on fire, burning with pure lust and sexual desire. I actually
went numb from all the tingling sensations taking control over me at that
moment.


All I did was touch myself one time and my dick violently erupted, spewing
thick ropes of man cum everywhere. I don't know how I did it, but somehow I
managed to keep it under control, even though it was one of the most
intense orgasms I could ever remember having.


Guess I must have dozed off soon afterwards. The next thing I knew the sun
was out and the birds were chirping. It was morning at last. I saw Billy
rustling around trying to pull his shorts back up over his briefs. At the
same time I made a mental note: "Dark grey with navy blue waist/leg bands."


Hey I just wanted to make sure I would be snatching the right pair, if the
opportunity presented itself later on. It's part of my job. I have to know
these things.  Billy let me know he was ready for a piss, shit, and shower,
he asked me if I wanted to come along. I said Sure why not. I have to do
pretty much the same things myself.


Billy said he smelled like "20 miles of bad road" With that I said Oh Yeah;
I felt like "I was road hard and put away wet" That one got a sly little
grin out of him.


(That's a little Red neck slang for all you cultured folk)


I just wonder if your dick is glued to your nuts and stuck to your undies
pulling out your pubes like mine are. I didn't actually say this to him of
course, but his cute little smile made me think it.


Billy then informed me, if he didn't get a shower real soon, no one would
want to get near him. Well maybe no one except me, that is. Since I got a
tongue, I could lick your stinky young body all squeaky clean again,
starting with your sweaty little ass hole then on to your low hanging ball
bag, licking my way up to your piss and sperm incrusted penis, placing it
in my mouth so I could run my tongue all around, while I buried my nose in
your matted down pubic hair!  God, if that kid only knew the perverted
thoughts I was really thinking.


We gathered up our stuff, making sure not to make too much noise. Since the
others were probably still sleeping, I tagged along behind Billy and headed
down the path towards the Shitter/Shower house. Guess we both had to piss
like a race horse. I felt a big shit coming on, and I suppose Billy had one
too, since neither one of us stopped at the urinals. Instead, we ducked
right into the stalls. I hurried up and peeled my underwear away from my
cummy crotch. Then aimed my slimy hose at the bowl, and started a good
stream. My piss sprayed everywhere until I realized the head of my dick was
covered with a thin layer of dried sperm. Apparently my slit must have been
glued shut. Once I rubbed a little piss around the hole, it started working
like it should.


Happy to finally have my bladder drained, I was ready to take a much needed
dump. Billy was in the stall right next to me. Before I even got started,
he was already letting out some wicked farts. I could hear the kid's shit I
could hear the kid's shit plopping inside the porcelain bowl.. A strong
pungent aroma hit me all at once. It was overpowering, but not really that
unpleasant. It didn't exactly smell like roses, but since it was Billy's
very own boy stink, I really didn't mind it at all. By the looks of my
cock, it didn't seem to mind either. I gave it a few good strokes, while
dumping my load, but didn't want to shoot off until I got in the shower.


Billy was tearing off the toilet paper next door. Guess he was finished
shitting. I could hear him wiping his dirty butthole. I wondered if he
jacked himself off again.


I heard that familiar sound of a toilet flushing, then the click of the
door latch. I traced his steps heading for the showers. I did a real quick
ass wipe, hurrying to get rite next to Billy, hoping I would get to see him
naked. Well that didn't happen, but at least I got to see those skimpy
little undies once again.


Billy was bent over one of the benches outside the shower gathering up his
towel along with the other things he would need. The shower stalls had a
little changing area with its own bench and clothes hooks inside the door
for those of us who may be a little more modest.

How in the Hell did this boy get so damm cute? Maybe it's because of the
way I love boys, but I can't imagine any guy that wouldn't think this boy
was just a little bit sexy, even if they won't admit it.


I took the shower stall next to Billy's. Since it was still very early in
the morning, we had the whole bath house to ourselves. Soon as I clicked
the door latch, I hurried up and stripped out of my shorts and nasty
briefs. A few seconds later I was under the spray. I was sure glad to find
the water was nice and hot -- another plus for getting in early.


That water felt sooo refreshing as it washed over my naked body, taking
away all the previous day's worth of dirt, spilled beer, sweat, and dried
up sperm, which seemed to be everywhere. That was one hell of an orgasm I
had last night. My pubic hairs were so matted down with funk & crust; I had
to work real hard to get it all out. While working on that, my dick sprang
back to life, wanting some attention.I gave the little guy sooo much
attention he suddenly spit out another good load of man cum, landing all
over the tiled wall, mixing with the soap and water, and finally running
down the drain, never to be seen again.


Ooooh, I sure needed that one. I felt sooo much better with only 3 hours of
sleep. I was ready to take on the rest of the day!


Just a little more clean up, and I was done. I hurried up, dried myself
off, and slipped on a clean pair of briefs and shorts. When I opened the
door and stepped out, I found Billy sitting on the bench, drying his
hair. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of silky black soccer shorts
and a pair of sandals. Made me wonder if he was even wearing underwear?


Holy shit, what a sexy kid...I wanted to towel dry his hair like I did when
he was younger. Good thing I already took care of business in the
shower. "Boing...down Boy"


Billy wrapped up his dirty clothes in his towel, while I slipped my shoes
on, and headed out the door. Billy was right behind me. Couple older guys
walked in as we were leaving. I caught one of them perving on my sexy young
boy. That's when my protective mode kicked in. I was just glad we were on
our way out.


Meanwhile back at the camp site....We got back to find the others were
finally awake. Dan and his boy were on their way to the bathhouse.


It was a typical Sunday morning, time to load up and head out. Shirley was
cleaning out their tent, getting it ready for Danny to take down once he
got back. Billy volunteered to help. After putting his "dirty clothes in
the trunk of the car" that left me alone to get my stuff packed up.


The morning sun was already making it pretty warm; I figured it would be
fairly toasty inside the tent. As soon as I unzipped the flap and stuck my
head in, I was greeted with that unmistakable scent that could only be
referred to as "pure male sex". Add some lingering farts, and a little bit
of sweat, and you end up with the combined aromas of my boy and me from the
night before. I just had to get a little closer to the source and find out
more.


Looking back in the direction where the other two were busy working away, I
noticed they weren't paying any attention to what I was doing. Instead of
tossing everything out of the tent, I climbed in and zipped up the door
flap. My attention was immediately focused on Billy's sleeping bag.


My heart was racing once I unfolded it and saw a wet spot right in the
middle. I gave another quick listen to find out what was going on, and
figured I was still OK. That's when I buried my nose right in that magic
spot, and took a deep breath. There was no doubt what it was, and it
certainly wasn't pee, although there may have been some of that mixed in. I
was seeing the actual results of last night's mind-blowing cum shooting
experience that Billy started and I finished. I couldn't wait to get my
hands on Billy boys' panties. I just had to have them sperm coated undies
now for sure.


My dick sprang to life as soon as I smelled Billy's cummy sleeping bag. He
gave me no choice but to let Him out. I looked around to see what I could
use as cum rag. That's when my eyes scoped out a very dirty sock. It was
one of Billy's. Hey, what could be better than that? I had to be super
quick about it and get my nuts off before they came a lookin for me.
 

I hurried up and placed my rock hard cock inside the sweaty sock and
started pumping my meat as fast as I could, while breathing in the essence
of Billy's spent cum. The heady aroma was soo intoxicating, I almost lost
it, but I wasn't quite ready yet. I wanted to try something else first.


I couldn't help it. I just had to find out what he tasted like. And so I
did. Billy's sperm was a bit salty and a little sweet all at the same
time. There was also a slightly earthy flavor mixed in.


That's when reality finally hit me. I was actually eating a boy's sperm,
which was still trapped inside his little nuts, less than 6 hours ago!


That's all it took to send me over the edge. I hurried up, and pulled the
sock off just in time to shoot my load all over the sleeping bag, making
sure to get most of it right over the wet spot, forever bridging a union
between man and boy.


Wow, what a weekend trip. There was only one more thing that would make it
even more perfect.


As soon as I got my composure back, it was time to get busy. I started
shoving everything in my backpack. All of a sudden I couldn't remember
whose sweaty socks those were, Hee Hee! So, I just packed them along with
my other stuff.

My backpack and sleeping bag went in the trunk. That left my tent and
Billy's sleeping bag.

Since Billy was real busy. And me being the courteous camper that I' am. I
decided, I would be nice and roll up his sleeping bag and load it with the
rest of my stuff. When I got done, Dan and little Man were just getting
back, looking squeaky clean and smellin Purdy good!


Shirley asked Dan if he could help load the rest of the stuff while she
went to get cleaned up. Before she left, she asked us if we could meet her
at the bath house when we were done loading. With the three of us working,
it didn't take long to get everything put away. Billy asked me if I got his
sleeping bag loaded up. Sure buddy. I saw you were busy helping Aunt
Shirley; so I took care of it.


"Boy did I ever".


We pulled up and, Shirley was already waiting outside with her frilly beach
bag in hand. Dan popped the trunk so she could toss it in and we were
finally on our way home.


Needless to say sometimes things get "lost" when you're out camping! And so
it was with Billy's "dark grey-navy blue waist/leg bands" XL-18/20 Boys
Speedo type briefs with the cummy pouch.


They went home with me. I treasured them for over a year. Billy's all grown
up and his Undies are long gone, but it still gets me excited just thinking
about it.
 

If you happen to find anything in the story that that interests you, or if
you are also a "Boy Undie Fan" Please contact me and let me know what you
think.
  
My e-mail address is undieman69@yahoo.com