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 naïve. 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.
Somehow, my raging cock had not even gone down. Still crazy with horniness, I held him up with a hand on those tiny purt cheeks, and kissed, sucked, and slurped my way around to the real prize - that tiny button of a peepee! "Slurp!" "Oh, Uncle Jay! What are you doing?"
"Gotta get the peepee cleaned off too, buddy!" I gave it one more quick suck, then forced myself away, hoping he would go right back to sleep and not remember any of this in the morning.
I picked him up and got my hand under his little ass -- carrying him on my him like a baby. He rested his sleepy head on my shoulder. "Oh Jamie, I love you so much!" I said. "I love you too," he murmured. Instead of putting him in his own bed, I carried back to mine, and put us both down without ever letting go of him. We fell asleep with our naked bodies pressed together, the sweet taste of his warm boy pee still on my lips.
THE END
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