Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 03:47:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Hersh <wetbriefboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Accident in 1977

The year was 1977, and Billy was an ordinary 14-year-old boy in an ordinary
suburban middle school.  He tried to fit in, and wore all the right clothes
back then, which generally wasn't difficult as boys had few choices unless
they let their moms buy them dorky stuff.  But Billy had a controlling
mother, and it was often difficult to tell her what HE wanted to wear, so
his second biggest fear was that she'd have some strong desire to force
some horrid pants with multi-colored vertical stripes like the one's that
his neighbor Chris wore, pants Billy thought looked like a cross between a
gumball machine and a prison uniform.

So Billy wore 501 jeans, in standard blue, and whatever t-shirt or polo
shirt drew little notice.  He wore Adidas tennis shoes, white tube socks,
and white briefs from JC Penneys, like most of the boys then wore.  A few
of the cooler boys wore boxers, but only a few, along with some of the
tougher kids who looked like they came from bad homes in bad neighborhoods.
Billy thought boxers were cool, and he wished he could wear them, but deep
down he knew his desire for them -- unlike the obvious choice made by
others whom Billy deemed cool -- would be wrong, and if he asked his Mom to
buy them, or was seen suddenly wearing them, would tell the world that
Billy wasn't normal.

One day in class, as he sat behind his neighbor Chris, he watched his
friend pull up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and for a few
seconds, caught a glimpse of the waistband of his underwear, which he could
see were Hanes briefs because of their trademark red and black stripes.
And something about that excited Billy -- perhaps because you're not
supposed to see someone's underwear, especially in math class.  It seemed
enticingly naughty.  And then Billy realized that he was popping a boner,
as kids referred to it in those days.  He placed his hands in his pockets
and manipulated it so it stuck straight up, towards the top button of his
jeans, a somewhat more comfortable and less noticeable position.

He gave it a little squeeze, which felt really good, but stopped in fear
someone would see him.

About 10 minutes later, he noticed that Chris was squirming around a bit in
his seat, and realized that Chris had appeared unusually fidgety the whole
period.  The Billy saw Chris' hand go towards his crotch, then back up
again, and he swore he squeezed his dick in his corduroy pants.  Oh my God,
Billy thought, he must really have to piss badly, and Mr. Curtis has strict
rules against letting anyone leave his class to go to the bathroom.

Billy felt badly for Chris, and hoped his friend would able to hold it till
the end of class.  But Billy also got even more excited at the prospect of
Chris having an accident, wetting his pants in front of everyone in class.
It was Billy's biggest fear, an embarrassment he was sure would mean the
end of his life should it ever happen to him.  But the idea of seeing Chris
do it excited him, and his dick throbbed within his Levis and he found
himself unable to breath for several seconds.  How mean of me, Billy
thought to himself.  Chris is a bit nerdy, and he wears dorky clothes, but
Chris has been his best friend ever since he could remember, and Billy
liked to play with him, and hang out at his house -- so why would he
secretly hope Chris wet his pants in class?

First he pops a boner seeing his underwear, now he wants to watch him piss
himself?  What's all this about, Billy wondered.

Chris squirmed some more, and it became clear he was having a hard time
holding it.  Twice Billy watched Chris begin to raise his hand, then pulled
it down.  To ask to go to the bathroom in Mr. Curtis' class was tantamount
to asking to wear a diaper.  And the answer would be no, so what's the
point?

Then the teacher called Chris up to the blackboard to solve the dumb
algebra problem.  It was something Mr. Curtis did often, out of the blue --
just randomly ask a student up.  It was embarrassing enough without the
need to squirm and squeeze.

Billy watched excitedly as he saw Chris fumble with the problem while he
squirmed around, with his legs moving constantly.  Mr. Curtis chastised him
a couple times while encouraging Chris to continue.  And then Mr. Curtis
asked him if something was wrong, and Chris, who had tears welling up in
his eyes, said, "I really need to go to the bathroom."

Gasps mixed with giggles throughout the classroom, as everyone thought it
both funny and horrible for Chris at the same time.  But there were more
laughs than gasps.  This made Billy's dick pulse within his underwear,
getting even harder and bigger, seemingly violating some laws of physics.

"You know the rules young man," Mr. Curtis replied sternly.  Chris squeezed
his dick through his pants in front of everyone, which brought more
laughter.  Then Mr. Curtis, now in a soft voice, said "but if you really
need to go badly I can make a one-time exception."

But it was too late.  Chris began to bolt towards the door then stopped in
his tracks before he took his first step, bending over slightly as if
punched in the gut.  And a look of utter terror spread across his face,
followed by a wet spot, that quickly spread in his crotch, then went down
his legs.  Chris just stood there in place, facing the class, wetting his
pants.

Billy watched his friend piss his pants, and he was simultaneously
humiliated for Chris, and excited to watch the spectacle, and his dick
throbbed again in his tight pants.  And as it throbbed, it rubbed against
the soft cotton of his briefs, and between the rubbing and the excitement
of watching Chris' pants soak through, Billy ejaculated then and there,
flooding his pants with cum.

Tears streaked down Chris' face as the piss streaked down his pant legs,
rapidly approaching his shoes, then slowed down, just above his ankles.
The laughter subsided some, but only some.  Mr. Curtis then said sternly
"stop it," then asked for a volunteer to take Chris to the office so he
could go home and change.

Billy stood up without raising his hand and walked towards Chris and said,
"come on Chris, lets go."

Just as Mr. Curtis was set to say something -- likely to rebuke Billy for
being presumptuous and insubordinate to leave his seat without permission
and to usurp the volunteer position -- when a student said "too late, he
already went," which brought more laughter.

And it brought a most stern look from Mr. Curtis, which caused everyone to
shut up quickly.  "Go," was all he said to Billy and Chris.

Billy gently took Chris' arm and pulled him and Chris slowly began to
follow.  Once in the hall, Billy looked into Chris' eyes, but said nothing.
He didn't know what to say.  Chris didn't either.

Finally, Billy regained his composure and said "let's get out of here
before class is over and everyone comes out and sees you."

Chris said "it doesn't even matter, everyone in school will know anyway."

"Come on," Billy pleaded.  "Let's get out of here."

"We're supposed to go to the office," Chris replied.

"Fuck that," Billy squealed, his voice breaking from tenor to soprano and
back again.

The boys then walked quickly down the long corridor and out of the
building, then began the walk across the lawn to the front of the school.
They lived half a mile away, about a 5-minute walk.

"Billy," Chris suddenly said, slowing down from a brisk walk to a slow one,
"I still gotta pee more," and his voice cracked some, as he fought back
tears.

Upon hearing these words, Billy got hard again, which was rather
uncomfortable as his dick was trapped facing downward in his tight
underwear.  He stopped and reached down and rearranged his dick, sticking
it back up in the sticky area from where he came minutes earlier.

Chris watched this, and noticed that Billy was hard and had a small wet
spot on his pants where his obvious hard-on was.  "Are you leaking in your
pants too?" he asked, incredulously.

Billy turned red, and looked down as saw the damp cum spot, and was very
embarrassed.

"Not exactly," he said.

"What does that mean?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Jesus, look at me -- I just pissed my pants in school and you're
embarrassed?"

"I came in my pants," Billy yelled back.  "Are you happy now?"

Chris looked perplexed.

"You jacked off in math class?"

"No," Billy replied, looking down at his feet, unable to look Chris in the
eyes.  "You're gonna hate me for this, but I got hard watching you squirm
in your seat, then at the blackboard, and it kept rubbing against my
underwear -- then when I watched you piss your pants, I just shot in my
pants.  I never even touched myself."

"You mean you got turned on by watching me piss my pants?  Is that why
you're hard again now, because I said I still have to pee more?"

"Yeah," Billy said quietly, after a long pregnant pause.

Chris then began walking briskly again, and Billy followed.  They left
campus and walked down Elm Street, their usual route home, then Chris
turned down a narrow alley.

"Where are you going?" Billy asked, knowing that was not the way home.

Chris said nothing and kept walking.

"Chris," Billy implored, "why are you going down the alley?"

"I really gotta piss bad again," Chris replied, in a voice that sounded
almost seductive, like it was some forbidden pleasure like eating ice cream
and playing video games till midnight.  At least that's how it sounded to
Billy, whose hard-on was again throbbing.

Billy walked behind a dumpster and stopped, out of the line of sight from
Elm Street, and he squeezed his wet crotch.

"Lemme see," Chris said, and he reached down to feel the wet cum that
soaked through Billy's 501s, while Billy stood motionless.

Chris reached up and unbuttoned the top button of Billy's jeans, then
slowly moved down and undid the second button, exposing the waistband of
his Towncraft briefs, which were noticeably damp.  Chris' fingers lingered
for a few seconds over the wet and sticky briefs, feeling his pulsing
hard-on beneath, as he said softly, "I really have to pee -- I can't hold
it."

Billy shuddered.  His thoughts were a muddle of confusion, but his dick
throbbed with excitement at both the touch of Chris' fingers and hearing
him say he can't hold it.

Chris unbuttoned the fourth button and pulled Billy's pants down just far
enough to see the bottom of his briefs over his smooth thighs.

Then Chris gently felt Billy's balls, and moved his hand up over his
hard-on, while he said "I can't hold it -- I'm gonna piss my pants."

Billy watched Chris' damp crotch darken as fresh piss soaked through.

"Oh my God, Chris, that's so fuckin hot," Billy gasped, while Chris
squeezed Billy's dick while pissing his pants.

"Unbutton my fly," Chris said suddenly, and Billy complied, unzipping his
wet pants so his Hanes briefs were visible.

Billy pulled Chris' pants down as far as Chris had pulled his pants down,
then he felt his wet briefs and noticed that Chris, too, had a hard-on.

Then Chris pissed some more, soaking though his briefs over Billy's hand.
And that was too much for Billy, who came in his Towncraft briefs a second
time as Chris groped him.

Chris suddenly squatted down and pressed his face against Billy's briefs
and inhaled the smell of cum.  Then he stuck his tongue out and licked it.
Then again.  And then he opened his mouth and sucked deeply over Billy's
brief-clad dick, which caused Billy to shoot another squirt of cum.

Both boys were panting.  Chris stood up slowly, and Billy squatted down,
and first smelled his piss, then licked it, then sucked on it, tasting the
piss.

"Piss some more, please," Billy begged.

But Chris was too excited to pee.

"Oh," he exclaimed instead, "I'm gonna shoot."

Billy pulled down his Hanes just far enough to watch Chris shoot cum, which
landed in Billy's hair, then on his left cheek, then on his slightly parted
lips.  Billy then opened his mouth and put it over Chris' dick, and got the
last two shots in his mouth.

After the boys caught their breaths, Billy said, "I want to wear your
underwear."

"I want to watch you piss your pants," Chris responded.  "And I want you to
piss on me."

"I want you to piss in my mouth," Billy replied.

Chris moved towards Billy slowly, staring into his eyes, then gently kissed
him on the lips.  Then he slid his tongue in, and the boys embraced
tightly, with their wet crotches pressing against each other, and they both
got hard again.

"Let's go to my place," Chris finally said, breaking from their kiss.  "My
mom won't be home for hours.  You can drink a whole quart of Coke."

Billy smiled.

"Let's each drink until one of us can't hold it," Billy replied.

The boys giggled, pulled up their pants, and ran off to Chris' house.  They
went into Chris' room, and pulled off their pants, standing in wet and
cum-filled briefs.

"Switch," Billy said, and they exchanged briefs.

"It's cold," Billy said, as he put the wet Hanes over his hard dick.

"Well, warm it up then," Chris replied with a grin.  "Yours are all sticky
and gooey."

They giggled again, then Billy suggested they lay down on the floor, and
Chris followed his lead.

Billy then pulled Chris' dick through the fly of his own Towncraft briefs,
and Chris pulled Billy's dick out of his wet Hanes.  They were both hard,
and they both sucked on each other's dick at the same time.  In 30 seconds,
Chris came in Billy's mouth, which caused Billy to shoot in Chris' mouth.

"Let's get some Coke," Chris finally said, and they went to kitchen in
their underwear and drank glass after glass till their teeth hurt.

"Tell me when you have to pee," Chris said.

"I do now," Billy replied.

Chris grabbed his hand and pulled him into his bedroom, and opened his
dresser and rummaged through the drawer till he pulled out an old pair of
tight fruit of the loom briefs, the ones with gold and blue striped on the
waistband.

"Wear these and straddle my face," Chris instructed, and he lay down on the
floor in the bathroom.

Billy put on the briefs and squatted over Chris with his underwear right in
his face.  He stayed like that for nearly a minute, then it happened.  He
began to wet the underwear, right over Chris' face.  Chris buried his face
in Billy's crotch and let the piss soak through the cotton right into his
mouth.  He swallowed tentatively, then began sucking it up and swallowing
it as fast as Billy could piss.

Billy continued to pee in his briefs, then leaned over towards Chris'
crotch, and pulled his hard dick through the Towncraft briefs and stuck it
in his mouth, while Chris continued drinking Billy's piss.  Chris reach up
and grabbed Billy's ass and pulled his crotch into his face, sucking on
Billy's balls as he drank the last of his piss, and Chris shot another load
into Billy's mouth.

The taste of cum caused Billy to stop pissing, and as Chris continued
shooting more cum into his mouth, Chris sucked on Billy's balls through the
piss-soaked fruit of the looms, and Billy came again.

"You want to sleep over Friday night?" Chris asked.  "You can share my
bed."

"Sure," Billy replied.  "Just as long as you don't make fun of me."

Chris looked perplexed.

"I sometimes wet the bed," Billy said, with an impish smile.

"We better get back to school," Chris said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Billy reluctantly said.  I need to change too though."

Chris giggled.

"Hey Chris, you going to be okay?  I mean, facing all the kids?"

Chris looked a bit sullen, then looked up at Billy.

"Yeah," he said.  "They'll tease me, but I'll just think about you.
Actually, I'm really glad it happened."

"Yeah, me too," Billy said enthusiastically.

Both boys busted out laughing.