After the shorts ripping incident in the barn I felt it necessary to force myself to wear the gym shorts with the other kids names on them to sleep in at night as well as around the house. As soon as I would get home from school I would shuck my school pants and shirt and pull on a tee shirt and a pair of the used gym shorts. I always wore Jockey under shorts under the gym shorts so I didn't have to worry about anything embarrassing sticking out the short baggy legs no matter what position I might squat or sit in. My step mom didn't seem to mind my wearing them around the house at all. For sleeping I would just slip on a pair of the gym shorts.

A month or so later when it was really getting hot even at night my father asked me for some of the larger sized gym shorts which he started to use to sleep in at night. Except for an occasional trip down stairs to the kitchen after bed time he only wore them when he was upstairs in his bedroom or the bathroom.

There was no way I could hide the fact that I was wearing the other kids salvaged gym shorts from school from my friends Dave and Mike because they often stopped by the house at unpredictable times to see what I was doing. When they first saw me wearing them they asked why I had swiped them out of the trash barrel in the locker room. I told them I hadn't; the gym instructor had told me to take as many as I wanted because they were just going to be thrown out anyway. I then suggested, as I had at the beginning of summer when they first saw me wearing gym shorts while I was mowing the lawn and we had had our wrestling match, that they really should try wearing them just to sleep in, if nothing else. I reminded Dave he had said that he was using his last years PE shorts to sleep in. I told them I had a bunch of tee shirts and shorts in the barn that would fit them if they were interested. They were too small for me and I was just going to eventually burn them or use them for grease rags so they might just as well take them home and make some use of them. I didn't mention how much fun dad and I had destroying a number of the undersized shorts. To my surprise they said they would take a look at them; and when I showed them to the boys, Dave accepted the rest of the box full.

This day it turned out they had stopped by the house to get me because they wanted to show me something they had found down in the woods. There was only about an hour and a half of light left so I didn't think, thank goodness, that they had stumbled across my balloon playground that was a good hour plus hike each way from the house. I told them I wasn't allowed to wear gym shorts away from the property so the boys and I ran up to my room while I pulled on a pair of chino pants over the gym shorts I was wearing. We then went back over to their house to drop off the box of shorts and tee shirts.

When we arrived I ran up to their room with them. I jokingly asked Dave if he had ever wondered what it would feel like running around in the woods free and loose with his gym outfit on. I told him I had tried it and thought it felt great. I suggested he should give it a try right now by putting on a pair of the gym shorts under his jeans like I was wearing. We could take our long pants off when we got down in the woods and nobody would see him except Mike and me. I really didn't expect him to agree to such a childish whim, but he floored me as he turned away from us and quickly pulled off his long pants as well as his boxer underpants. He grabbed a pair of the white gym shorts and pulled them on tucking his shirt down inside the elastic waist band. When he finished he ordered his younger brother to do the same thing. However Mike wasn't having any part of it. Dave didn't push the issue as he pulled up his long pants over the gym shorts and had himself quickly zipped and buckled up. We ran down the stairs and headed out to the woods.

What they wanted to show me was a tree that had been hit by lightning. Long triangular chunks had been blown sideways out of the trunk. Several of these had then dropped nearly straight down and were sticking in the ground near the base of the tree like giant spears. One such section was nearly twenty feet long. After looking over the devastated tree I proceeded to remove my long pants. I was wearing a green pair of gym shorts that belonged to one of the few jocks we had in school who was a year ahead of me. The tree we had come to look at was on the edge of a small grassy area that was dried and pretty well flattened down because it was late fall. I led them over to the open area whereupon I flopped on my bare knees and rolled around on the grass while Dave dropped his pants. With his strong muscular legs exposed to the world he dove on his knees into the grass with me and we started wrestling.

Mike just stood and watched while he made an endless litany of derogatory comments about the two babies playing in the grass and so on; but we both just ignored him. I was having too much fun grabbing Dave's bare legs directly without any intervening cotton pants leg. Feeling the taught skin stretched over his hard muscles soon had my stem swelling.

As we rolled and groped about in the grass I was having trouble fighting an irresistible urge to run my hand up the leg of Dave's gym shorts and finger his lower anatomy. I knew if he grabbed me he would for sure find things had gotten pretty rigid between my legs.

The grass was dry and brittle making it rough on our bare legs and knees. Because I had been wearing the shorts since the beginning of summer, both at home and down here in the woods when I would have my balloon busting fun times, the skin on my legs and knees had become somewhat toughened up and was resisting the scratches and scrapes better than Dave's. His legs were soon getting nicked up and starting to bleed before mine started to shown similar little red trickles. After about five minutes of strenuous play in which bloodying each others legs became the name of the game, Dave whispered, "Lets get Mike."

We both got up and nonchalantly walked over to Mike who was still making fun of our blood smeared knees and legs. He didn't have any chance to escape as we grabbed him, pulled him to the ground, and removed his jeans. He was wearing boxer style under shorts as his brother had been and Dave and I proceeded to keep a firm hold on him as his freshly bared legs thrashed about. It only took about a minute of rubbing and scraping and Mike's legs became just as skinned up as ours.

I stood apart a bit from my friends so I could see how they looked wearing their short shorts. I was never in gym class with either of them and this was the first time I had actually ever seen their bare legs. Both boys were on the thin side but nonetheless they had nice firm muscular legs. There was very little baby fat left on either of them and their alabaster white skin was stretched over some nicely developing calf and thigh muscles. I thought they both would really look good wearing full cut baggy above the knee Boy Scout shorts like my uncle had given me. I was beginning to seriously question whether my sexual attraction was directed at the abbreviated thin cotton pants they were wearing or what was in them. These thoughts were quickly giving me an erection that would have been impossible to hide even in my loose fitting shorts, so I quickly focused on how I could get them to wear shorts outside in hot weather the following spring, at least now and again for other romps in the woods together.

Mike quickly settled down and accepted his semi nudity. Exposing his legs as we had done instantly stopped his wisecracks. We were sitting facing each other with our legs crossed in front of us causing the legs of our short shorts to droop exposing our ass cheeks, and at least in the case of Dave, even a bit of his ball room. I was angry that a whole summer had gone by during which time the three of us could have been romping around dressed as we now were. Damn why hadn't I pushed Dave more into wearing shorts the day when they first saw me wearing the school gym shorts while I was mowing the lawn? There would be very few additional warm days to offer an excuse for bare legs at least for this year.

I asked the boys what they thought about wearing gym shorts outside and they both said that, although they felt cool and comfortable, there was no way in hell they would ever wear them outside their house where someone might see them. Dave allowed that he had no problem wearing them as sleep shorts; but that would be the extent of it. Mike wouldn't commit to wearing the somewhat skimpy gym shorts under any circumstances.

I pressed them further by asking if they thought sneaking down into the woods with them under their long pants as Dave and I had just done and then running around in the coolness and freedom they provided was enjoyable. They expressed the fact that they felt what we had just been doing was really rather silly and childish. Worse what the hell would we do if someone were to catch us romping around being silly in gym shorts in the middle of the woods. They also didn't express any enthusiasm relative to getting their legs all scraped up. As they expressed these thoughts I mentally contemplated how much more childish the three of us would look if we were also playing with and busting balloons; which is really what I would have loved to have been doing at that very moment with them.

There was no question they did not openly share the same enjoyment for short pants that I did. However I did get the feeling from Dave's wrestling enthusiasm that he was really enjoying his new found bare kneed freedom. I also felt that he found ready direct access to my additional leg flesh exciting.

However at this point I felt I had better stop pushing the issue or the boys might really begin to wonder about me. Although I was definitely sexually attracted to them, especially the way they were currently dressed, there was no way I could have safely put out any feelers to find out if they had any interest in exploring mutual sexual pleasures up the loose, drooping, legs of our shorts. Revision Date 2/03
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