There was one Sunday when we had gone for a walk through the woods and we came out near a cafe where we had lunch. It was hot so we all had large iced cokes and then we did some shopping before going home. Just as we were leaving the shops David said he had to go pee. Now I remember we passed some toilets a while ago and they were a long way off so I told him to hold it as we were going home and would be home shortly. He said he did not think he would be able to hold it long and by the time we got near where we had parked the car he said he had go real bad he had to go now. I told him if he couldn't hold it to just go in his shorts. He walked on a few more steps then stopped and I looked back at where he was just a few steps behind and saw a big wet patch appear on his shorts. It spread down both his legs and the pee ran out and down both his legs in a little river. It went on to his white sports soacks soaking them and into his shoes. He also made a little puddle on the floor where he was standing. I told him not to worry and we went on to the car when he had finished.
I put him on a couple of plastic shopping bags so the seat would not get wet and we drove home. It only took about 15 minutes. By this time it was getting near tea so I told him I was going to make tea and asked him what he wanted. We got doing things round the house and he never got to change his shorts. That evening we watched a video, some film I had taped from the tv. I was lying on the couch and he was lying on top of me. Towards the end of the film he fell asleep and I was just about to wake him when it had ended when I felt a warm sensation between my legs. He was peeing in is shorts again. My own sweat shorts got soaked and it felt really great to have him wet all over me. When he had finished I woke him up and he realised what he had done. He said sorry and I told him it was okay but that he had better put his shorts in the wash. He spent the rest of the night till bed time, about a hour or so, with nothing on his bottom half. He looked real cute walking round and doing things with his little penis on show. He was uncut like me, but rather undeveloped for his ten years of age. His willy was only about three centimetres long and his ball sack was tight up against his crutch. because his balls had not dropped yet. When he had his bath I made sure I washed him properly between his legs which ticked him and said it felt nice. I lifted him out of the bath and started to dry him with the towel. I dried him carefully from head to toe paying particular attention to between his legs. This always excited him and he usually got an erection. his willy stood out straight and stiff in front of him now being almost 4 and a half centimetres. I put his pyjama top on over his head and pulled it down tidily over his chest. He stepped into his pyjama shorts and I pulled them up for him.
We went downstairs and I got supper for him a glass of milk and a couple of biscuits. We played a game on the computer and of course he won. I sent him to bed after that because it was getting late and there was school in the morning. I said I would be up in a few minutes to tuck him in when he was settled down. I reminded him to use the toilet on the way and he said okay but could he read one of his books for a while in bed. I agreed and he went up the stairs.
About half an hour later I went upstairs and he was lying on his side with book open at the page he had been reading when he fell asleep. I pulled the blankets over him, tucked him in and turned the light out before going back downstairs to see the late film.
I went to bed just after midnight climbing inside the double bed next to David and fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up in the early hours of the morning and became aware of a strange sensation. I did not realise what it was at first, then I noticed how warm the bed felt. Now I realised what was happening. David was going to the toilet in his pyjamas. and the pee was spreading across the bed towards me. I turned on to my side and got a bit closer to him, intending to shake him and wake him up. It was then as I was reaching over that I caught the force of the pee on my pyjama bottoms. I was surprised at the sensation I felt. It was warm and wet, but felt really good. I had forgotten what it had been like to wet my pants as a kid and it felt just like that. I decided it was mean to wake him up when it was my fault for not having lifted him on to the toilet when I went to bed as I usually did.
Instead I moved my hand to the front of his shorts and felt the pee run on to it. A minute later the flow stopped as suddenly as it had begun. I removed my hand and smelt it. It took me back all those years when I had noticed and liked the smell of pee and amonia on my hands. It made me go stiff before I fell back to sleep again.
Later that night, about an hour before we were due to get up I woke up again. I instantly recognised what was happening this time, David was wetting himself again. This time I moved closer to him and turned on to my side. I moved into a position so that our crutches were touching each other as the pee soaked into my pyjamas and round my legs. I remembered the time when a group of us had been exploring this old creepy house and one of the gang had suddenly jumped out in front of me from a cupboard, scaring me so much I pissed my shorts. It made them all laugh and it got so red and embarrassed I almost caught fire, but they never told anyone because I guess they would have got into trouble for being somewhere where they shouldn't have gone.
Simon