DAVE'S STORY ------------ Sitting on two large folded bath towels, I am wetting through five pairs of jockey underpants. The pee glistens on the front of my pubic area as it bubbles through the layers of undies. The sight and aroma of my fresh pee takes me back to the start of my love for messy, wet undies and diapers. I guess it all started when I was five years old. I was really envious of my younger brother who was still in diapers. I sure wanted to fill a diaper with wet, warm pee and a hot, mushy BM. I never "did" anything about it until one summer when I was about seven years old. I was sent to live with my grandmother for a couple of months. I liked grandma. She was a lot of fun and we enjoyed each other's company. But she had one rule which was strictly kept. I had to take a nap every afternoon. Well, as you can imagine, I seldom slept, so I would just lie in bed and daydream. One day I started thinking about diapers and how much I wanted to wet and mess in a diaper. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. All I was wearing was a T-shirt and my jockey underpants. But I thought I could do a BM and clean up my undies when grandma wasn't around. Well, I pushed and I pushed, but all that came out of my #2 place was a small, firm poopie. It was enough. I rubbed the poop up into my crotch and the sensation was overwhelming. All my exertion had caused me to squirt some pee in my underwear. So I had wet and poopy jockey shorts to savor. I knew then there was no turning back. I was able to empty and clean my underpants without being discovered. After that episode, naptime became my secret playtime as I wet and filled my underwear. Sometimes I would line my shorts with toilet paper and later with old diapers that had been relegated to the rag bin. Occasionally I would get bold enough to keep my messy undies on after naptime, especially if I was wearing a diaper liner, too. Grandmother must have wondered about the pee stains and skid marks, but she never said anything. Needless to say, I always got a hard pee-pee each time I messed my pants. I didn't know what the stiff penis was all about then, but it sure felt good. I would often rub my messy, wet crotch, which always sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. I guess that was the pre-phase of a full-blown orgasm. After I returned home I kept up my little experiments. When I got older I learned to have wet, messy masturbation sessions with multiple pairs of underpants or diapers. When I do BMs in my pants I always think of myself as a naughty boy between the ages of 7 and 13, some boy who loves warm, wet poopy diapers clinging to his bottom. The sensations of warmth and smell always send me over the edge. Which reminds me-- I lifted my bottom a couple of inches above the towels and deposited a warm, mushy BM in my underpants. With the wet, mushy BM squeezing around my balls and butt crack and a raging hard-on, I need some relief!