Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 19:31:52 -0800 (PST)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jamie the Bedwetter Chapter 1

Jamie the Bedwetter

Chapter 1 – My First Look – My First Touch

Jamie was very skinny.  And very beautiful.  To me he was.  And being
barely 10 years old, he wasn't really aware of his body and didn't know he
was skinny.  Therefore, he wore it with pride, coming over to my pool every
day in the summer to swim, struttin' his little boy stuff and developing a
marvelous tan.  And giving me one aching boner after another.

When I say "struttin' his little boy stuff" I'm talking about his nearly
naked body as a whole, not his specific boy stuff in his crotch.  For that,
I had no idea.  Even wet, the front of his little swimsuit remained as flat
and formless as a slab of marble.  Whatever he had between his legs was
really down there – between his legs.  And it couldn't be very big.  And
for that, I had no problem, in and of itself.  I mean, I'd love to suck him
even if he had the tiniest of cocks.  It's just that I wanted to see some
outline, some hint of that teeny-weeny cock – some fleeting prospect for
my horny jack-off fantasies that I had every night over him.  Ah, Jamie...

And he had the sweetest personality to go along with his sweet little boy
body.  He was an only child, so like a lot of only children, he was around
adults more and could talk more on an adult level.  And yet, not being
around children, he wasn't as aware of what the expected norms were for his
age, so he could be very child-like as well.  He thought nothing of sitting
on my lap which he did every day, leaning his bare back against my bare
stomach in the pool-side lounge chair.  Oh, and in case you're wondering
about the rest of the details, Jamie was average height for his age, dark
brown hair and nice brown eyes.  Me?  I'm 28, average height, also skinny,
and the same eye and hair color as young Jamie.  We are both Caucasian.

So anyway, the way I found out about Jamie's bedwetting was when his single
mom (they were my next door neighbors) needed an emergency baby-sitter so
she could travel to see her sick mother.  "He wets the bed still
sometimes," she said in a hushed tone as we talked away from him in the
kitchen.  "Actually, I've been setting my alarm for 3:00 a.m. and getting
up every night to take him to the bathroom," she continued.  "It seems to
be doing the trick."  "I can do that," I said, "no problem.  Look, I really
couldn't care less if he wets the bed or not.  And you know I'm very fond
of both of you.  Just go help out your mom and get things straightened out
and don't worry about us."  "Chet, you're a prince," she said, and she gave
me a peck on the cheek.

Now if you're wondering if she knew I was gay, the answer is no.  In fact,
the truth is, I didn't know if I was gay.  I didn't know what I was.  I was
kind of shut down.  I knew I wasn't attracted to grown men.  I knew that I
had had bad experiences dating girls.  And I knew that I loved Jamie, in an
emotional way, and a lustful way.  If allowed, I could hug him and kiss him
forever, or... or ravish his cock and sweet skinny butt with my mouth and
tongue.

The next night, as soon as he put his backpack down on the bed in the
guestroom and heard the crinkle of the plastic cover I bought, he knew.  He
knew that I knew.  It came to the surface of his brain slowly though.  He
picked up his backpack and set it down again, checking again for the sound.
And he heard it.  "Mom told you?" he asked as he started wiping tears from
his eyes.  "Well of course she told me, Jamie.  Would you rather I found
out in the morning when I saw that my mattress was all wet?"  "But I didn't
want you to knooooowww," and then he broke out into sobs.  I was standing
behind him and turned him around to pull him to me, but he tightened up and
didn't want to be held.  He was too embarrassed.

"Look, Jamie," I said, sitting down on the bed and turning him around again
to face me.  "I used to wet the bed too," I lied.  "You did?" he said
between sobs.  "Yes," I said.  He came over and sat on my lap now, putting
his handsome boy face onto my shoulder.  "How old were you when you
stopped?" he asked.  "Fifteen," I said.  It seemed like a good number –
something way past Jamie's age of ten.  "Really?" he asked as he leaned
back and looked at me with awe.  His crying had stopped now.

"Listen, Chief," I said (my nickname for him).  "I'm sorry if discovering
the plastic cover on the mattress surprised you and upset you.  That wasn't
my intention at all.  I just figured with the cover on, then you wouldn't
have to worry about it.  This way if by chance you do wet the bed, we just
throw the sheets in the washer and forget about it.  It won't be a big
deal.  And the whole rest of the weekend we can just relax and have fun in
the pool and play," I said.  And I gave him a kiss on the forehead.  Again,
he leaned back and gave me a funny look.  Oops.  I had never kissed him
before.

"You kissed me," he said.  "Oh...well... sorry," I replied, "I guess with
you staying over with me for the very first time, it just made me feel like
we were family or something and—" "Do it again!" he interrupted.  And of
course, I did.  I gave him a big, long, loud, smacking kiss on the forehead
this time.  It made him giggle.  Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun
weekend.

"You know what I want to play?" he said in a half whisper, an almost wicked
grin on his sweet little face.  "What?" I asked, excitedly.  "Well, since
my mom's not home and nobody else can see into your yard, I wanna go skinny
dipping!" he said.  And he said the words "skinny dipping" in a definite
whisper but with a big smile as his eyes got wide.  So cute!  Oh fuck –
fate had sure smiled on me!  "Sounds great, Chief!" I said, "ready when you
are."

To my shock and amazement he jumped off my lap and started stripping off
right there.  I had died and gone to heaven.  I mean, yes, I saw him in a
swimsuit all the time and yes, it was very small (not a speedo, but short
legs and tight on him).  But now, I was going to see ALL of him.  And I
found that watching him strip was an extra added bonus.

In the months that my pool was open, he always walked over in his swimsuit.
So I had never seen him undress before.  There was something so sexy about
it.  He pulled his shirt up over his head and then up his arms with his
head inside, giving me ample time to perve on his hairless armpits without
him knowing it.  He threw the shirt on the bed.  Even the way he did that –
it was so sexy!  And up until now, I hadn't really even thought of him as
sexy before.  Cute?  Yes.  Beautiful?  Definitely.  But not sexy.  But he
was.

He was only wearing flip flops so he simply stepped out of them, then
shoved down his silky running shorts, pulled each foot out and threw those
on the bed as well.  I would think most boys would have just shoved shorts
and underwear down together but he was dragging it out for me.  Not on
purpose, I'm sure, but still.  AHHH!!!

All that was left now were his plaid print boxers.  Fuck, he looked so sexy
standing there in them!  But not for long.  Putting his small thumbs in the
waistband, down they came.  He bent over to pull out his feet in turn.  Oh
man, I couldn't believe it!  I was about to see that which I had been
fantasizing about for years!  If this were a cartoon, I would be a
drooling, wild-eyed wolf right now!

And then, there it was!  He stood up!  There it was!  His peepee!  And yes,
it was tiny!  So cute!  So sweet!  So delectable!  Barely more than an inch
of cut beauty, so short it almost stuck out instead of hanging down.  It
was very skinny, like the rest of him, and the little pink head was about
half the length of his entire dick.  His balls were barely visible in their
drawn up, little sac.  Not a hair in sight, or course.  Oh man!  Oh shit!
Oh FUCK!  Was I dreaming?!

I heard voices, someone calling to me from a distance.  "Uncle Chet!"  Oh.
It was Jamie.  "What?" I said, trying to sound like I was together.
"Aren't we going skinny dipping?  Aren't you going to get undressed?"  I
looked up at his face.  Then back down at his crotch.  Man!  He was just
standing there, naked as the day he was born like it was nothing.  It
didn't seem to bother him at all.  Was it the fact that he was spending the
night?  Was it the kiss?  Was it that I told him that I was a bedwetter
too?  Is that the great equalizer?  I don't know, but I sure was enjoying
the view.  He didn't even notice the way I was staring at him, or the
direction of my stare.  So naοve.  So innocent.  So...oh Jamie, I love
you!

"Yeah...um...sure, Chief," I stammered.  I was feeling hot.  How I managed
not to have a raging hard-on, I don't know.  I think it was one of those
situations where some subconscious mechanism takes over and that part of my
brain was telling me that no matter what, I just wasn't allowed to get a
hard-on right now.  Well anyway, thank goodness for that.  I was still in
my work clothes but boy, you should have seen how fast I got out of them.

I practically ripped off my underwear and then sat there to let him look.
He had already seen me in a swimsuit and took just a fleeting glance at my
cock.  "Well?" he said, "Let's go!"  And then he ran out of the room.  I
ran after his cute butt and we jumped into the pool.

We did the same play that we usually did in the pool which amounted to a
little bit of swimming, a fair amount of ball throwing, and a LOT of
wrestling, carrying, throwing – me throwing him, that is.  In other
words, of lot of body contact including his cock rubbing on me, mine on
him, and sometimes even cock against cock.  Again, somehow, I didn't get
hard.  Maybe it was the cold water.  Maybe it was again, that mechanism
that told my cock to just not go there right now.

But I certainly had some horny feelings as I marveled at the experience of
being naked with him.  I had mixed feelings though.  A lot of my feelings
were simply regular feelings of 28-year-old guy playing with neighbor boy.
And I also had some familial feelings – some dad/son thoughts.  The
various feelings kept coming and going, and I tried to keep hold of the
neighbor and dad ones in order to keep my erection at bay.  It was weird, I
mean with the awesome experience of getting to feast on his nakedness and
rub our naked bodies together, came the tension of trying to not think of
sex and pop a boner.

He had come over after supper so it wasn't all that long before the sun
started to go down.  As you know, summer days are long which meant it was
pretty late, and around bedtime for a boy who just turned 10.  We got out
and dried off.  He looked sleepy already.  "Carry me," he said, after he
finished drying off and dropped his towel.  Carry him?  Fuck yeah!

I picked him up by his hairless armpits and pulled him to me.  He
instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist, and rested his head on my
shoulder.  We were tight chest-to-chest.  And now, my cock couldn't help
but start to rise.  I mean, him pressed to me like that... both of us
naked...  And I was holding him up by his naked, smooth little ass!  Oh
fuck!

I moved my hands more under him so that my rising 6-inch dick wouldn't poke
him in the ass.  But then, he was so sleepy, he might not even have
noticed.  I took my sweet time carrying him into the house, relishing the
close skin-to-skin contact.  Once I popped wood it was like the damn broke
and all my lust for him started raging to the surface.  He was motionless
and I think perhaps even asleep.  His head was resting on my shoulder, the
back of his head rubbing my neck.  "Oh Jamie," I said softly, "you are such
a beautiful, sexy boy and I love you so much."  I nuzzled his neck as I
spoke.  As I walked through the house I held him under his narrow butt with
one hand and rubbed up and down all over his back with the other.  I
wrapped my arm around his bare back and pulled him to me as tightly as I
could.  "I love you, Jamie," I said.  I kissed and sucked his bare neck and
shoulder – all I could reach with my mouth.

I put my free arm down at the top of his butt, trying to pull him into me
so I could feel his little boy prickelett press against me.  Ah... there it
was.  It was barely there, but it was there.  I could feel it!  My cock
actually moved up and down as it throbbed.  Man!  I sucked really hard on
his shoulder – not long enough to leave a mark, but enough to wake him
up.  "You have to go pee before I put you in bed, Chief," I said, talking
quickly to distract him from what I was just doing.  "Hmmph," he mumbled,
barely awake.  We went into the bathroom.

As I put him down, I didn't try to avoid cock contact.  I couldn't.  I was
just too horny at this point – devoid of rational thought.  So I put him
down very slowly.  With a hand on each of his miniscule buttcheeks, I
pulled his little bottom out, letting the tip of my cock rub along his
crack.  I spread his tiny boycheeks wide so it would even go across his
hole.  Oh fuck!  I mean, FUCK FUCK FUCK!  I actually started spasming as I
touched his hole, my cock pulsing and my body shaking as if in orgasm, but
nothing came out of my cock.  I pulled him out from me, letting my cock pop
up, and then smashed him to me again, rubbing my naked member against his
soft little boytool, then on up over his smooth stomach, until my cock
reached his mid chest and his feet were on the floor.  Still crazed with
horniness, I held onto him and worked my way around him, still rubbing my
cock all over his smooth skin.  Again, I jerked and had a few minor
convulsions as if about to cum, but I was able to hold it off.  I was now
behind him, holding him to me with my arms around his chest, my hard cock
pressing into his back.

"C'mon, big guy, you gotta pee for me now," I almost whispered to him as I
was nearly breathless in lust.  "Mm-hmm," he said, but he made no move to
take hold of his tiny penis.  Surely he had to, I mean, otherwise his pee
would just go straight out from his baby-sized one-inch tool.  "C'mon, make
peepee for me honey," I said again, still shaking on the cusp of cumming.
But he still made no move.  Should I?  Wasn't that really crossing a line?
I mean play in the pool and even some um, "accidental" rubbing as I put him
down was one thing, but willfully handling his private parts?  But then, it
wasn't like I was going to fondle him.  It was more like a medical thing.
I had to help him pee – had to help him with his bed-wetting problem.

Enough thought.  My lust talked me into it.  I reached around.  I felt
faint.  I pulled him tighter to me.  My head was spinning.

Contact.  Oh fuck!

My cock started to spasm again, as I pressed against the small of his back.
"C'mon, baby," I managed to say, but I don't know how.  I was on automatic
now.  "Pee for me, baby," I said between pants.  I even shook his tiny
pricklett a bit to try to get him started.  Oh FUCK!!!  And then...there it
was.  The first squirt hit the middle of the raised lid, but then, I aimed
his tiny penis down and the rest went into the bowl.  I could feel it going
through his little member – a kind of vibration.  The feel, the sound,
not to mention the look as I bent my head over to see the piss actually
coming out of his little peepee... it was too much.  After hours of
build-up and now here in this intimate, erotic activity with my raging cock
already pressed against his magnificent, soft boyskin... it hit!  The empty
pulsing and throbbing I had been doing for the last five minutes erupted in
major volcanic action.

"Oh Jamie!" I cried, trying not to shout, but it still made him jump a
little.  "Oh, oh, oh!" I cried over and over, trying to keep from screaming
cuss words in his young ear.  He was still peeing, I could still feel and
hear it but my head was jerking around as I started shooting all over his
back.  As I continued to convulse, I lost control and had to drop to my
knees.  As I did, I kept shooting – cum on the small of his back, on his
ass, on his skinny thighs.  "Oh Jamie!" I cried again, "Oh, OH, OHHH!!!" I
practically screamed over and over.  As my orgasm finally started to wind
down, I fell into him, still holding him up with my arm, but my face now
pressed into the small of his back and getting wet with my own cum.  "Oh
Jamie," I cried... "oh Jamie... oh Jamie... oh ffff... ffff... fff... oh
Jamie!"  And I just clung to him, panting, my head still spinning in abject
lust.

"Uncle Chet, what did you do?" he asked sleepily, "What's that wet stuff on
me?"  "I just had a little accident," I said huskily.  I had stopped
cumming but my horniness for him was still off the charts.  "I'll... I'll
clean you up," I said, almost in evil lust now.  And I licked and slurped
on his back and then got to – how to describe it?  Just to say it was a
magnificent butt – and it was – does not cover it.  It wasn't just
that it was a tremendous butt and the butt of the boy that I loved, but it
was my first butt – my first boybutt.  Oh fuck!!!!!

I dove in.  I licked, slurped, and sucked all over the most magnificent,
soft, silky, smooth, wonderful globes in all of the universe!  I opened my
mouth wide and sucked mouthfuls of boy buttlett into me.  I smashed my face
into him.  I didn't know what he was thinking – didn't care at that
point.  He might not even remember.  He had just been asleep.  If he said
anything in the morning, I would just insist that he had a weird dream.
But then – he giggled.  "You're kissing my butt!" he said, still
somewhat sleepily, but then he giggled again.  "Just cleaning you," I
managed to say, and then I went down and slurped the rest of my seed off
his beautiful, delicate thighs.

"Oh Jamie," I said again.  He was awake enough to stand on his own now.  I
found myself rubbing my hands up and down his sides.  "Oh Jamie, I love you
so much!" I said.  "You do?" he asked incredulously, as he turned around
and looked at me.  "Yes," I said simply, still panting, still coming down
from my sex-high, my dick softening but still almost at full-mast.  "What's
the matter with your peepee?" he asked.  "Doesn't yours ever get big and
hard like that?" I managed to ask.  "No, never," he said.

"Well..." I started.  I wanted to say this right.  "When you get older, and
you love somebody and your naked bodies touch, and you are happy, then your
peepee gets real big.  And if you rub it, then some white stuff comes out
of it."  "Is it the stuff that makes babies?" he asked.  "Yes," I said,
"that's what was all over your back."  "Ohhh," was all he said.  Then he
just leaned over, wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my
shoulder.  "Can I sleep with you?" he asked.  He said it in the voice of a
much younger boy.  He was already falling asleep again, I think.  "Sure," I
said.  "Do you want to sleep naked?" I asked, boldly.  "Mm-hmm," he sighed
and kind of collapsed onto me.

I picked him up and held him to me as before as I headed to the guest room.
Luckily, it contained a double bed – and also a TV.  Because with a
naked boy to have against me, to feel, to look at...  I had an idea that it
would be a long time before I went to sleep.


THE END

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