Steve's Story
(no official title)

This is the completion of the story I started in my intro.  
Enjoy and  email me if you like it.  I could probably 
continue, but it would venture into fantasy instead of 
recollection.

	 My first recollection of wanting to wet was way back.  
Probably when I was about five years old.  I have no idea 
what prompted me to want it, but for some reason I felt like 
it would be fun to wet the bed one night.  This was not 
exactly an unusual occurrence, I probably wet the bed once 
every couple of weeks without actually wanting to at that 
time, but this is the first time that I specifically 
remember wanting to wet the bed.  The procedure for 
accomplishing this was painfully easy.  All I had to do was 
drink several glass of water at bedtime, and then not go to 
the bathroom before getting into bed.  I remember felling 
very naughty and really enjoying that feeling, but at the 
time there was nothing that I associated as sexual about the 
urge.  I also remember putting on my red spider-man pajamas 
before going to bed. They were the oldest, pair that I had 
and I didn't want to ruin my new pajamas.  Anyhow as might 
be expected that night I wet the bed.  I never remember 
waking up after wetting at this stage in my life.  It just 
remember my mother coming in to change the bed sheets in the 
morning.   
	To this day I don't know how she knew that I had wet 
the bed, maybe it was the smell in the room in the morning, 
or maybe she checked me every morning and I was asleep 
sometimes while she checked.  The later is probably the case 
since I also remember her waking me up a couple of times in 
the middle of the night to change the sheets on my bed.  I 
recall thinking that I didn't really care about the wet 
sheets, I just wanted to get back to bed.  When ever my 
mother did discover that I had wet the bed, she thought 
absolutely nothing of it, and I never remember her scolding 
me about it.  Anyhow, I decided that for whatever reason I 
enjoyed this new trick and started doing it more often. Now 
I was wetting the bed maybe twice a week from drinking extra 
water and still had an occasional unplanned accident. 
	This went on for a couple of months, again I don't 
think my mother ever suspected anything unusual.  
Unfortunately, the more I used the trick to wet at night the 
more natural it seemed to become.  Soon much to my dismay, I 
was wetting my bed almost every night, whether I planned for 
an accident or not.  This really didn't bother me, it was 
fun, remember I think I was five, but I was mortified when 
my mother mentioned it at a doctors checkup. Shortly after 
that I stopped planning to wet the bed, and concentrated on 
emptying my bladder before going to sleep. Soon the wetting 
decreased to a much lower level.  Once I was back in 
control, I would save wetting the bed for rare occasions.  
This went on until I was about ten years old.  At that time 
I could no longer plan a accident no mater how much I drank 
and I had completely stopped having unplanned accidents on a 
regular basis.  No mater how much I drank, I would not wet 
at night, I would just wake up with an urgent need to go to 
the bathroom.  Once I was awake, I had no urge to wet my bed 
while awake, for some reason that just didn't sound like it 
would be that much fun. 
	My first experience wetting while awake was in my first 
grade classroom.  Again I have absolutely no idea what lead 
to this, but after using the bathroom, I always liked to let 
the last couple of drops fall into my pants.  Nothing that 
would really be considered wetting, but occasionally enough 
to see a small spot on the outside of my pants. 
	Well one day after using the bathroom at the school, I 
had one of these small spots on my pants, and I remember my 
best friend at the time noticing the spot.  I don't remember 
how I got the courage up, but being a kid and not really 
knowing any better, I told him that I though it felt good to 
have a little wet spot in front of my penis. Anyhow, he and 
I started talking about it and he didn't seem to think that 
it was unusual at all.  Later that day out at recess, we 
were off by ourselves doing whatever first graders do at 
recess and he brought the subject up again.  He said if it 
felt good, I should wet them a little more now.  Me being a 
first grader, though that this sounded logical and I wet 
them a little.  Just enough for a very small spot to show, 
maybe the size of a dime.  I remember my friend Brian being 
very excited by this and saying that I should do a little 
more.  I obliged him and made the circle a little bigger, 
maybe the size of a quarter now. Again, Brian was thrilled 
by this and asked me to make the spot bigger. I on the other 
hand was nervous that people would see the spot and balked.  
I told Brian that he should make a spot to see what it felt 
like. He obliged, but first opened the zipper of his pants 
so that only his underpants would get wet.  Then Brian 
talked me into opening my fly, and making my spot a little 
bigger which I did since it didn't seem to show this way.  
We went through the rest of recess this way each daring the 
other to make the spot in his underpants just a little 
bigger.  Eventually both of our underpants were quite wet, 
but by holding my pants away for the underpants it didn't 
soak through.  I remember it being a very pleasant feeling, 
and noticing that each of us had an erection, probably a 
full 2" at the time ;-), but an erection no less.  Each of 
us showed the other our penis but that was as far as it 
went.  Shortly after that the bell rang. 
	This is the first time that I remember feeling anything 
sexual related to my wetting.  Although I really didn't 
understand these feelings, I definitely knew that I enjoyed 
them.  I guess my next memory is from around the age of ten.  
I had started enjoying wetting myself while awake.  
Strangely enough I never had a strong desire to be diapered 
but rather like the idea of just being wet. I guess some 
people like to regress all the way to toddler, or baby, but 
I just liked to go back to post toilet training, and relive 
the accidents that resulting from that.  As a matter of fact 
to this day I would much rather wet one or two pairs of 
underpants then to wet or mess into a diaper.  I guess part 
of the reason is that diapers are made to keep you dry, at 
least the disposables are, and I wanted to be wet.  Also the 
though of doing something naughty just isn't there if I wear 
a diaper. 
	Anyhow, at the age of ten or so, I started purposely 
wetting my pants, but hiding it for the first time.  
Previously, I had really made no attempt to hid my wetting, 
which was mostly at night.  Now I was deliberately wetting 
my underpants while locked in the  bathroom. Usually I did 
this when my mother told me to go upstairs and get changed 
for bed.  I would go upstairs and remove everything except 
my underpants.  Then I would sit on the toilet and wet my 
pants.  This isn't what I really wanted to do, I really 
wanted to wet my pants while fully dressed, but this is the 
most that I thought I could get away with easily.  After 
wetting my pants, I would  have an nice  erection to play 
with.  As a matter of fact, usually I got the erection as 
soon as I made the mental decision to wet my pants that 
night.  This sometimes lead to problems since once I was 
hard, I could not easily pee.  I usually overcame this by 
sitting on the toilet, wearing my underpants, and reading 
until my erection subsided enough to wet my pants.  Of 
course this immediately brought back an even harder erection 
which demanded immediate attention in the form of 
masturbation.  I definitely remember masturbating at this 
time, but I did not masturbate to orgasm.  I would just pull 
on it for a while until I tired of playing with myself. 
After playing with myself, I would rinse out my underpants 
and put them under my bed to dry.  Once they had dried, I 
would put them in the cloths hamper with the rest of my 
laundry. 
	On rare occasions when I was left home alone, I would 
wet my pants while wearing a couple of sets of underwear and 
probably a pair of jeans.  This for me was the ultimate.  My 
mother worked during the day so if I was home sick from 
school I would be home alone.  Usually I would get dressed 
after everyone left and drink lots of water.  Then slowly 
wet my pants in intervals for the next couple of hours.  
What I really liked was just the felling of being wet. I 
would then spend the rest of the day walking around wearing 
wet pants. 
	I remember one day when I faked that I was sick so that 
I could stay home and "play".  On that day, I remember 
drinking lots of water and changing pants three or four 
times.  Then as the afternoon wore on,  I also messed in my 
pants. On that occasion I probably had two or three sets of 
underpants and a pair of jeans on.  They were already 
soaked, and due to the redundant underpants, be quite 
squishy. I was walking around in our backyard like this  
trying to pee a little bit more.  My erection was probably 
fading and squirting a little more pee into my pants was the 
quickest way to get it fully hard again.  Try as I might, my 
bladder was as empty as I could get it.  Standing there 
trying to force a little more pee out, I could suddenly feel 
that my bowels would move if I continued to push.  I 
immediately stopped, and then contemplating my situation, 
said to my self, "why not?".  If I like wetting them, 
pooping in them should be even more fun.  It didn't take 
much effort to release a good pile into the back of my 
pants.  My erection at this point was a hard as it had every 
gotten.  In addition to this the pushing out of my 
underpants in the back had increased the pressure on the 
front.  I felt those wet underpants being forced against my 
penis and started masturbating like never before.  I kept at 
it longer this time and for the first time did not stop 
after a couple of minutes.  I desperately wanted to lie down 
so I could be more relaxed and really get into playing with 
myself, but I had the load in the back of my pants.  Then it 
occurred to me that my pants were probably covered in shit 
anyways and had to be washed, what difference would it make 
if it got squished around a little. As I laid down I could 
feel the load squish up and down my crack and down to below 
my balls.  This was all that I could take as I started to 
feel the first involuntary contractions of orgasm.  It was 
dry, but an orgasm no the less.  I decided that I really 
liked this as well, but it was much more difficult to clean 
up afterwards and consequently, I could not do this unless I 
was guaranteed some time at home alone to clean up.  This of 
course lead me to fake sick a little more often. 
	It was during one of these days at home that I 
purposely wet my bed for the first time while I was awake.  
I think I was about 14 at the time. I was lying in bed 
waiting for my family to leave for work so that I could 
play.  Anyhow, I was recalling fond memories of wetting the 
bed for my previous years and the though occurred to me, 
that I could probably wet the bed today, and just flip over 
the mattress, and wash the sheets at the end of the day if 
the mattress had not dried out by then.  The though of this 
became more and more consuming as I waited for my mother to 
leave.  Eventually, I decided that she would never know if I 
started a little early, so I laid there and started wetting 
the bed just a little. I can still remember feeling the pee 
dribble down between my leg and my scrotum as I wet myself 
while lying on my back.  I was enthralled with the feeling 
and quite quickly had a rock hard erection.  I remember 
reaching down and feeling the wet underwear covering my 
waist and hard penis.  I gave my penis a couple of quick 
rubs and was soon adding some cum shots to the pee that 
soaked my underwear and sheets.  Shortly after that my 
mother walked into my room to say god-bye for the day.  I 
remember laying there, by underpants soaked under the covers 
with a load of cum in them as well and my mother looking at 
me all sad saying I looked, terrible.  Probably flushed 
sweaty skin from the great orgasm I had just had.  ;-) 
	Bed wetting soon turned into my favorite activity.  
But, also the rarest since I was trying to hide all evidence 
of my wetting activities now.  To This way I could wet the 
front of my underpants.  Without soaking the about it, and I 
believe I attributed it to stress etc.  She wasn't as I 
could without actually wetting the sheets and ended up 
wetting the did.  Of course this actively could only go on 
for a short period of erection) and holding the sheets and 
blankets up over my underpants.  got into bed, I noticed 
that the plastic waterproof cover was back happy about it, 
but didn't blame me either.  Anyhow, the next time I hide 
the bed wetting, I remember lying on my back, (usually with 
an sheets on a couple of occasions.  On several occasions, 
once I had wet sheets.  Unfortunately, I usually got carried 
away trying to get as wet the sheets a little, I figured oh 
well, might as well let loose, and I time before my mother 
noticed that stains on the sheets.  She asked me under the 
mattress pad. 
	The next day my mother told me that it would be my 
responsibility to wash the sheets each day if I had an 
accident at night, otherwise she would just ignore the 
problem and I would be forced to sleep in a dirty bed.  I 
remember thinking this is great! I of course had no problem 
sleeping in a bed that had been wet in and had dried during 
the day, so I did not wash the sheets each time I wet.  I 
found that I enjoyed the smell in light amounts, and only 
after a couple of days would the  smell start to develop and 
only if the sheets could not dry completely. 
	About this time I remember going to visit my cousin for 
a month or two one summer.  He had always been a bed wetter, 
and still was at the time.  He was a year younger then me 
and I think I was 15 at the time. Anyhow, our mothers were 
talking and the subject of bed wetting came up.  My mother 
must have told my aunt about my "problem" since my aunt knew 
everything.  Her solution would be that me and my cousin 
would share the same bed since it was protected by a plastic 
mattress cover. I remember felling very embarrassed at the 
time, but also thinking that this could be fun.  My cousin 
was what I considered 'cute'.  Thin with a still boyish 
body, not a trace of hair except for his head and a very few 
strays at the base of his penis. I knew I had at least some 
attraction to members of the same sex and wanted to think of 
a way to get him to have sex with me. 
	The first couple of days of the trip were uneventful.  
We would spend our days playing around there barn, riding 
dirt bikes, swimming in their pool.  I noticed that my 
cousin kept making sexual jokes, but I couldn't seem to 
expand the jokes enough to get him to talk about sex freely.  
Any mentioning of jerking off etc. was avoided.  At night we 
were sharing his full size bed.  It was fun and my cousin 
wet the bed most nights, while I wouldn't unless I woke up 
first and my cousin was still asleep.  If he was then I 
would wet my side of the bed so that it would look like my 
wetting problem was still occurring.  Actually neither of us 
were really heavy wetter, he seemed to dribble a lot, and I 
only wet enough to maintain my bed wetting status.  I had 
resigned myself to being considered a bed-wetter for the 
summer since I didn't want my aunt to make me sleep in the 
spare room alone.  Anyhow, one morning, I remember waking up 
and thinking that my cousin was still asleep, without 
knowing it I found out that he had been awake and had 
unbeknownst me already checked to see if I had wet the bed. 
He was pretending to be asleep when I whispered his name.  
Thinking that he was asleep, I proceeded to wet the bed.  At 
that point the jig was up. he turned around and said, 
"You've been wetting the bed on purpose haven't you?".  To 
which I confessed.  He said that it was OK, while most of 
his accidents were genuine, but he occasionally just didn't 
feel like getting out of bed and wet purposely and he liked 
to feeling of sleeping on damp sheets.  I remember thinking, 
this is great, I can wet if I want and he thinks its fun. As 
I lay their, I asked my cousin, "Are you wet now?" To which 
he replied in a sheepish voice "Yes, why don't you look if 
you don't believe me".  Anyhow, I stuck my head under the 
covers and saw his smooth torso, leading down to his white 
BVD's underpants which continued a spreading wet spot. As I 
watched the spot spread I noticed that the bulge underneath 
the spot was growing.  I couldn't help myself at this point, 
I reached over and touched his wet pants and erection.  My 
cousin just giggled a little and said it felt good as he two 
joined me with his head under the sheets.  I continued to 
rub his erection through his wet underwear for another 
minute or two before I saw and felt his own hand move to the 
similar bulge in my pants.  This was just too much for me at 
this point.  I had to taste him.  I bent down, to the 
intoxicating smell of urine and lifted his underpants to 
expose his five inch penis.  As I hovered there trying to 
think of what my next move should be, I heard my cousin ask 
me to suck on it. 
	I remember the first part of my face to touch it was my 
noise as I tried to get every bit of the smell into my 
noise. Then I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his 
dick as I could.  I guess I wasn't much on technique a this 
point.  Anyhow I knew that I wanted it in my mouth.  I 
started bobbing up and down and shortly thereafter felt my 
cousins hot breath on my own penis and wet underpants.  Then 
the silky smooth inside of his mouth as we moved into a '69' 
position with each other.  Both of us still had our wet 
underpants around our hips and were pretty much wallowing in 
the wet part of the bed.  I remember cumming first.  It was 
definitely the strongest orgasm I had had to date and my 
cousin eagerly swallowed it all.  When he started to cum, I 
tried to reciprocate and swallow his load, but It caught me 
by surprise and I gagged a little and ended up spitting into 
a tissue. 
	After that episode, my cousin confessed to me that he 
too liked to wet the bed.  After known this, I talked him 
into wetting his pants a couple of times when my uncle and 
aunt where not around.  He seemed to like it, and it usually 
lead to another hot session with us sucking each other, but 
it didn't really turn him on as much as wetting his bed.  I 
still think back on that summer as one of the best of my  
life.   
	This unfortunately was the highlight of my sexual 
development as a child.  Before the next summer that cousin 
and his family moved away and I didn't get to spend much 
more time with them.  I wonder if he still likes to wet. 
	I'm curious.  Is it possible that this or any other 
fetish has a tendency to run in families.  Obviously my 
cousin is another water-sports/infantilism enthusiast and I 
also have another pair of cousins, who made some 
infantilism/water-sports suggestive comments, but I have 
never perused this possibility with them.  They were girl 
cousins who lived quite far away and consequently we didn't 
see them often. 

Steve