Prologue:

I am Matt, I�m 10 at live at home with my parents who both work, and my 
older brother Scott who is 15. Everyone in my family is very lean as we 
are all active and Mom helps us eat well. We live in a good-sized house 
with a big yard and a pool, because my parents have good jobs. This 
story begins in the middle of August as the summer break is nearing an 
end. I have one month before I go back to school. Both my brother and I 
are athletic, we both like to swim, and he�s on the swim team, which I 
will be joining when I get to high school. We get good grades (good is 
an understatement) and usually don�t get in trouble� much.

Although, since we are always open-minded and into new ideas, we 
sometimes go over the line and get busted. Oh, and by the way, as far 
as details as to people, and other things, I�ll say them in the story 
as they occur or cross my mind as I wrote them down. Most conversations 
that have no major importance such as small talk will be labeled as 
just that, �we small talked.� If I told every conversation, this story 
would run into the thousands of pages. This story is true. But I will 
tell it as if it were happening in the present, a reminiscence if you 
would. This story starts off when I started to wet the bed. I tried to 
hide it at first, because it was embarrassing, but my parents learned 
after a few nights and I thought I would get in trouble, but 
apparently, both my mother and brother had a bedwetting issue when they 
were my age.

After trying to cut down on drinking before bedtime, my parents figured 
that I should wear these thin diapers called �Goodnites,� which were 
for bedwetting, and they were small enough to not be noticeable under 
clothes. I didn�t disagree much because the main problem I was going to 
have with it would be my brother teasing me, but since he also had the 
same problem for about a few months when he was 10, he wasn�t going to 
bother me. So we start out the night of day 1, after dinner. Getting 
ready to go to sleep. First night in a Goodnites.

Day 1

The thought that I finally had a solution to this bed-wetting problem 
was in my every thought. I still haven�t even opened the bag the 
Goodnites came in; it was still in the second drawer in my dresser. I 
was just wandering around the house looking for something to do, when 
my mom called me into my room. She had opened the bag of Goodnites and 
had one my bed, it was plain white and folded in a rectangle. She said 
as soon as I came in, �Ok, all you really have to do is just pull them 
on like regular underwear and your good to go, and if you want to, you 
can wear your pj�s over them.�

�Okay.�

�Now get ready for bed.�

�But its only 8.�

�Yeah, well you can stay up with your brother and watch TV, but I want 
you changed to go to bed.�

�Fine,� I said like I really didn�t want to. But I was eager to find 
out with that Goodnite felt like. So when my mom walked out, I closed 
the door and took off my clothes and threw them on my bed. I picked up 
the Goodnite and felt it, it felt like cloth but not really at the same 
time, it was softer, and the outside was more firm. It wasn�t thick 
either, which was a big plus to me. So I pulled it open and put my legs 
in the holes and pulled it up. It felt really good, I felt like I was 
secure and safe. It was nice and snug but wasn�t tight at all. It felt 
really good on my butt and penis. It was like someone was holding a 
really soft warm pillow to my penis and around my butt.

I walked around my room a little bit to get the feel for it, every time 
I walked it rubbed against my penis and it got stiff because it felt so 
good. I eventually got bored about thinking how good it felt that I 
started playing with the foreskin on my penis, it always felt good, and 
I�d do it if I was really bored in private, not that I could get much 
of the tip of my penis to poke out, it was a really tight fit. I turned 
on the TV, and flipped through the channels for a little while, when I 
had to use the bathroom. I wondered if I should just use the Goodnite, 
but I worried that if I went more then once in it, it would leak. In 
the end, I decided to just go in the Goodnite, it took a little while, 
I think because it wasn�t natural to pee with something on there, but I 
eventually got it. The Goodnite absorbed the pee, but I could feel it 
flowing between my legs and around my crotch. A couple seconds after I 
stopped peeing, I couldn�t feel any liquid anymore, but it was warm, 
and wet, and felt great. I opened up the front of the Goodnite and 
looked inside, the inside was stained yellow. I turned off the TV and 
went to sleep. It took me awhile, because I was thinking so much about 
the Goodnite, but I fell asleep.

Day 2

I woke up at about 7 in the morning, and as I sat up I could feel that 
my Goodnite was warm and wet. I must have just gone over the night. I 
stood up and checked to see if any leaked, which none did. I opened up 
the front of the Goodnite again, and I noticed my skin was red, and it 
itched a little bit. The same thing for my butt. I took off the 
Goodnite, thinking I did something wrong and threw it in the garbage. I 
put on some underwear and called my mom. I was really worried I did 
something wrong. When she came in she asked what was wrong. I told her 
my skin was a light red and itched on my crotch and on my butt. She 
said, �let me have a look.�

I pulled down my underwear reluctantly.

�Oh, that�s nothing,� she said

I pulled my underwear back up and looked up at her.

�Then what is it?�

�It�s a rash, probably from your pee on your skin, you just have to put 
oil there when you change into your Goodnite and you�ll be fine.�

�You sure?�

�Yep.�

�Where can I get the oil?�

�I�ll get you a bottle.�

She left the room and I sat down on my bed, I was happy it wasn�t 
anything serious. She came in a couple seconds later holding a bottle 
of clear baby oil.

�Just but it on your diaper area, you don�t need a lot, and just 
lightly rub it in and you�ll be just fine.�

I took the bottle from her hand and said �okay.� And she walked out 
saying that breakfast was almost ready. I put on some shorts and went 
and ate breakfast by myself, my mom had to go to work and she�d 
breakfast for me and my brother. My dad left early in the morning. My 
brother was probably still sleeping, or doing something in his room. He 
never really came out till the afternoon. I want into my room to put on 
another Goodnite, I was only in one so far, and I was already loving 
them. But I also wanted to take a shower, so I just decided to take a 
shower and maybe go around the neighborhood to see if anyone was 
around. I grabbed a pair of shorts, underwear, and a t-shirt. Nearly 
everything I owned, if it was possible, would be in orange or black. 
They were my two favorite colors, and I thought they looked great 
together. Basically, all my clothes were black or orange, my blankets 
were black and orange, same as my pillow. My carpet was orange. 
Everything that wasn�t one or the other, I usually drew on it, with a 
black or orange marker, except for clothes, because the color came out 
in the wash. But the only clothes that I had that weren�t orange or 
black was my dress suit. That�s all, even my socks and underwear were 
black, but some of my jeans were actually a dark blue, but many were 
actually a dark gray.

I loved those colors so much, my brother has a similar thing with green 
and black, but he isn�t as nuts with it as me. Anyway, I took that 
shower, which made my rash go away and got dressed and walked out the 
door. I walked down the street for a while; houses were spread apart 
far, as everyone had a big yard. I walked for a while on the dirt next 
to the road to Mark�s house. Mark was a friend I had known for a while, 
he was a little older then me, and not quite as active as me, he was 
kind of lazy. Anyway, I knocked on his door and his mom said he wasn�t 
feeling good and was sleeping.

So I walked all the way back, past my house, and further down the road 
to Nick�s house. Nick was my best friend, and Nick who was 14. Nick was 
about 5� 6� with dark brown (almost black) hair and dark brown eyes. We 
did just about everything together. The road we lived on led to a big 
fresh-water lake that we liked to swim in a lot. And in the winter we 
would walk around on the ice. So anyway, when I got to Nick�s, who was 
home, and awake. Nick was in the living room, just sitting around in 
shorts doing absolutely nothing. It was odd how some kids just couldn�t 
do that. Kyle, who lives a while off, can�t sit and just think 
everything about nothing like I could. I just don�t find the urge to 
move or be entertained as much I guess. Which is one reason me and Nick 
were best friends. Because we didn�t always need to be doing something.

Anyways, when I sat next to him and we talked about nothing really for 
awhile, but mostly keeping quiet. When I suggested call Kyle and invite 
him over and maybe go swimming in my pool because it was heated and it 
was a little cold today. Anyway, he said he�d be over soon, so Nick got 
on a bathing suit and we walked back to my house. Nick went out back to 
my pool while I put on my bathing suit, which was obviously black with 
a cool, but odd design of orange lines that looked like twisted rings. 
Anyways, so when I went out back as Kyle was walking through the side 
gate. Anyways, we were swimming around, jumping off the diving board, 
and then we just started to float. It was cloudy and windy, and a 
little cold. So after a couple hours we got out and ran cold into my 
house and dried off and watched TV and chatted about nothing really. We 
ended up transferring a large amount of time doing absolutely nothing. 
Anyways, my mom came home at about 3 like usual, and Nick and Kyle left 
because they had to go eat dinner.

I retreated to my room and turned on the TV and laid in bed. Which I 
did for the rest of the night after eating dinner. My brother wasn�t 
home, so he must of left when I was gone. He wasn�t very talkative 
today, usually he says if he�s leaving or something. Anyways, he came 
home about an hour after dinner, and my mom didn�t really like it that 
much but she let it slide. I was tired even though I didn�t do a lot 
today, I think because I never really woke up and got active. Anyways, 
I feel asleep for about 2 hours when I woke up to a TV commercial, I�m 
glad, because I didn�t change into my Goodnite for the night.

I took off my suit and took the bottle of baby lotion. I put a big drop 
on my fingers and rubbed it on my crotch, it was so cold I nearly 
jumped. Then I just pulled my Goodnite up before my penis got really 
hard. I didn�t like the plain white of it. I turned out the lights and 
went to sleep.

Day 3

I happened to wake up earlier, perhaps it was because I was interested 
in knowing if the baby oil had gotten rid of the rash. I first noticed 
that it didn�t burn, but it was warm from the pee. When I pulled open 
the front there was no rash. My crotch was just a little shiny from 
being wet and the inside of the Goodnite was yellow. My penis was semi-
hard from being wet and warm. I still felt like I had to pee a little 
bit more and after a minute of trying I managed to get a few squirts 
off. I got out of bed, stripped, and threw my wet Goodnite in the 
garbage. I went over to my dresser and opened to drawer to get some 
clean underwear to wear when I realized I didn�t have any left. My mom 
must of not put them in my drawer yet from washing them. I decided it 
wouldn�t matter if I wore any or not because I was wearing clothes over 
it anyways. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt, which I didn�t have 
many left in my drawer. I felt that black polyester shorts were the 
ones that were loose on me, I pushed down slightly on them to see if 
they would come off and I decided that they would be fine, so I went 
outside and over to Nick�s house.

I rang at the doorbell and stood there for awhile, I was going to go 
home because I thought that they were still sleeping. But his mom 
answered and sent me upstairs were I could hear his TV was on. I opened 
his door slowly and peeked my head in. The head of his bed was right by 
the door and his TV on his dresser on the other side of the room. He 
was laying in his bed, on his stomach, with half the blanket on him, we 
a t-shirt and his underwear on. He had his head turned away from the 
door, and his mouth opened slightly, like he just fell asleep. it was 
time for a rude awakening.

I slowly walked in and I had it planned out in my head. I tapped 
lightly on his, he didn�t move at first so I did it again. His eye 
opened slightly, and that was my trigger. I hand over his mouth like I 
was going to choke him, but I wasn�t, but he didn�t know that. He sure 
woke up fast. It happened rather fast as I tried to scare him more but 
in his panic he ended up elbowing me in the stomach hard and I had to 
stop.

�Holy shit it�s you!� he said.

�HEY! WATCH THAT MOUTH!� his mom called from downstairs.

He rolled his eyes and said, �if only she knew I was almost killed.�

I was giggling while I was hunched over with my arms over my stomach 
trying to catch my breath.

�Aww, jezz,� as I coughed �that hurt just a bit,� I said sarcastically 
�well you tried to kill me!�

�I got you good.�

�Well, I didn�t know it was you, and it sure was a surprise.�

We wrestled and watched TV for the rest of the day in his room. When it 
was time to go home for the night, I had offered him to sleep over. He 
accepted and I decided not to drink anything till the next day, go to 
the bathroom right before I go to sleep, and wake up early and go so I 
didn�t have to wear my Goodnite. After dinner I waited for him to come 
over. It wasn�t long before his mom dropped him off.

We went into a room and he dropped off his stuff. He just had a change 
of clothes, because we had everything else. My bed was a Double, and so 
was his, and it could fit two kids. It was about 10pm and I went to the 
bathroom for the last time before going to sleep. We undress into our 
t-shirts and underwear, mine which I happened to get from my mom when I 
came home. It was late when I turned off the TV to go to bed.

I was about to pull the blanket up to cover us when I felt Nick give me 
a light kiss on my cheek. We don�t tell anyone, but ever since we were 
little we kissed each other on the cheeks, it was, to us, and sign of 
friendship. A light, shot, family-kiss-like kiss.

�For hitting you so hard in the stomach, and for goodnight,� he said 
while he pulled up his side of the blanket. I kissed him back, �that 
one was for scaring the crap out of you, and also goodnight.�

He smiled lightly, and I did while turning off the light, and going to 
sleep.

Day 6

I woke up early, damn early. The sun wasn�t even up yet, but I had to 
go to the bathroom, and I was happy that I hadn�t gone in bed. I was 
also thirsty as I had ever been. I went to the bathroom, had a nice 
talk glass of milk and went back to sleep.

I woke up, again. But this time, there was a sun. And it was shiny 
right in my eyes, I checked the clock and it was around 11am. I sat up 
and looked over and Nick was there, with his eyes slightly open as if 
you just woke up, but when he realized I was up, he got up too.

�So, what are we doing today?� he said

�Getting something to eat.�

�Sounds fine.�

We both got out of bed and walked into the kitchen and we poured 
ourselves our favorite bowl of cereal. Eating was the first thing I 
always did when I got ready for school. It was chilly in the house, 
well, chilly because we were nearly naked. And just like early school 
mornings the wooden kitchen chairs we like sitting on ice for the first 
few seconds. After we were finished we walked back into my room to 
watch TV and talk about what to do.

�Want to go swimming?� I suggested

�Sure, but I�ll have to run home and get a bathing suit.�

�Why don�t you just use one of mine?�

�That will work, too.�

I picked up my bathing suit that I had wore yesterday, and opened my 
drawer and got him a pair. I took off my underwear, and was in the 
process of putting the bathing suit on when suddenly, �hey Matt,� he 
said, just as one of my pillows hits me across the back as I�m bent 
down and I stumble for a couple seconds trying to regain my balance, 
just to be tripped constantly by my bathing suit around my ankles, 
before finally landing near the side of my bed.

He was on the other side, so I picked up the pillow and popped out from 
the side of the bed and hit him in the chest as he tried to catch it.

�Ha, nice try.�

�Well I wasn�t expecting that!�

�Aw, cry me a river,� he said jokingly.

He walked across the back of the bed to pick up the bathing suit that 
was for him that I had knocked off my dresser in an attempt to balance 
myself. On the count that there was an adapter wire leading from the 
bottom drawer of my dresser. I quickly got my right leg out of my 
bathing suit, which was still around my ankles, and pulled the wire 
taught just he has walked by it, his foot caught, and he fell with a 
satisfying thud. It was so comical that I could not stop laughing. I 
was crying on the side of my bed, it was that good.

I managed to stand up, still laughing, trying to breathe. I put my 
bathing suit on finally and laid back on the bed giggling. I just kept 
seeing his expression as he fell. I sat up when I had the strength he 
stood about 3ft in front of me with a big red mark on his forehead, and 
a black and blue mark on his elbow as he pointed to them.

�It�s only fair,� he said, as he swung his right arm to hit me in the 
chest but I caught it. He was fast, but I had very good reflexes. I 
held his wrist and looked at him smirking and said �aww, too...� and 
that was it. He nailed a good punch in my stomach with his left arm and 
what little breath I had was gone.

I got instantly got tired as I tried to breath and I hunched over on 
his arm and let go off his wrist. He said, �only fair,� as he sat on 
the bed next to me. The next thing I new, I was laying on my bed, 
holding my stomach which still hurt, and still trying to breathe. I 
said in a sub-whisper airy voice, but It was the best I could do, 
�that�.wasn�t very�. Nice you� know.�

�You can�t even speak right.�

I turned my head towards him, I felt like I hadn�t slept at all. I 
whispered, �well, what more do�� and then I realized that my mouth was 
moving, but I wasn�t making any noise, and that it hurt to even try. I 
must of looked funny, laying on the bed, my legs hanging over the side, 
with my black t-shirt pulled up to the bottom of my ribs by my right 
hand holding where it hurt and my left hand by my ear, unable to speak 
and breathing hurt.

I felt like I was having a cold sweat all of a sudden and my vision 
lost its color. I was mesmerized by it but it got darker and darker. I 
tried to open my eyes, but they were opened. My vision turned 
completely black and the sound of the birds outside drifted into 
silence. My internal voice grew louder. I was really wondering what was 
going on, I tried to move, speak, see, or hear. But nothing happened, 
it was as if my body just shut down but my mind went on. I thought that 
I should be scared, but I wasn�t. It was actually calm, but I was still 
wondering what was going on. After thinking about some random things 
and running thoughts through my head as what was happening, when 
everything just came back at once. I just opened my eyes and there I 
was. Funky.

I felt myself in the same position as I was before. I moved to sit up 
but my stomach and lower ribs stabbed me with pain. I looked over and 
Nick wasn�t there, and that 4 hours had passed since our little fun, 
according to my clock.

�Damn him,� I said, or at least tried to, but again, nothing came out. 
I saw Nick walked into the room out of the corner of my eye, he sat 
next to me and said when he looked over at me, �ouch, did I really hit 
you that hard?�

I nodded at him and was able to say, �you�re an asshole.�

But he couldn�t hear me so he put his eye near my mouth and I said it 
again, but I didn�t mean it.

He looked at me and said, �you�re not really in the position to make 
fun of someone.�

�Oh shut up,� I said jokingly

�Want me to do it again?�

�Oh shut up, you won�t do it,� and I managed to sit up on that, it hurt 
a lot when I sat up.

�Wanna bet?�

Payback time, I twist and it hurt as I did it that I hesitated, but I 
pushed my right arm right at the side of his face. But I was too slow 
because he caught it at my wrist and used his own right arm for a 
second shot at me, and even thought it felt like a knife was stabbing 
me, I tried to slid backwards to avoid it, but he still got me. Right 
at the waistband of my bathing suit, it didn�t hurt as much as the 
first one. But I sure felt it, and a wave of pain echoed throughout me.

I rested on his right arm with my right arm still by him, held by his 
wrist, and my left arm holding his elbow where my reflexes tried to 
grab his fist, but just a tap bit late. We were like that for awhile, I 
don�t know how long though, but I ended up saying, �well, I think 
that�s all for me today,� And I just dropped the control on my muscles.

He dropped my arm since I wasn�t holding it up any more, and I actually 
remained on his other arm for about 10 seconds, before I began to fall 
off but he grabbed me and held me up.

�Wow, you just got beat today.�

�Yeah, and by who?�

He snickered jokingly, �sorry.�

He had my leaning back on him, with my head on his shoulder resting on 
his, and he arm wrapped around me holding me there. I wasn�t that tired 
even, it�s just if I tried to move much it hurt.

�Well, you kicked my ass that�s for sure, in two punches.�

�All because you let your guard down on the first one.�

�Yep.�

He felt warm as I was feeling cold from that sweat I had. And I could 
feel my breath as it bounced off his neck back at me. Certainly a new 
feeling I thought as I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes and it was dark, and I wasn�t being held up on my bed, 
but rather I was laying on it. I looked over and I could make out the 
silhouette of Nick against the window. I looked my clock and it was 
only midnight; did I just dream the whole thing? I went to sit up when 
I got a reality check, that stabbing pain was there, no dream. I forced 
myself up, in the process I almost groaned out loud but I held it back. 
I could clearly feel the spot where he hit me harder over the other 
one. I had to go to the bathroom, so as quietly as I could I got out of 
bed, went to the bathroom, and nearly landed on Nick as I collapsed 
back into bed.

Day 7

There was that stabbing pain, but it was not alone, with a great crash 
and thunderous song, along with a very rude awakening. I was covered in 
my blanket, but not in bed anymore. I had rolled off my bed landing on 
a pair of shoes, which couldn�t have been placed in any worse spot, one 
right for each place I got hit. I couldn�t breathe, and couldn�t move, 
but I rolled off the shoes and just laid there on the ground for how 
long, I don�t know.

�You okay?� I heard Nick whisper from the bed, but I couldn�t see him.

�Oww.�

�You probably woke the neighborhood with that one.�

�Landed on someone�s shoes.�

I sat up, clenching my stomach with my left arm, and felt around. I had 
rolled off the bed with the blanket we had on, but since it was around 
him, and he had his arm on it, the blanket slowed and cushioned my 
fall, but it didn�t do jack crap for the shoes. I put my hand on the 
ground to push myself up, when I felt my underwear that I was wearing 
before. I grabbed it and stood up. I don�t know how, but I changed out 
of my bathing suit which wasn�t comfortable to sleep in, into my 
underwear and climbed back in bed and pulled the blanket back up and we 
went back to sleep. Or at least we tried. I don�t think either of us 
got back to sleep.

�Well this sucks,� he said

�Yep.�

�You close to going to sleep?�

�Not when two knifes are in my stomach.�

�Pushed in by two shoes?�

�Yep.�

�Does it really hurt that much?�

�yeah man, you hit me hard.�

�Could I see?�

�Yeah, but it�s too dark.�

I heard him get up and I saw him walked over to the door and he flipped 
on the light and I instantly closed my eyes and put my arm over my 
eyes. I peeked my eye out under my arm, wincing as much as I could as 
it still burned, he was dressed in his white t-shirt and underwear and 
he sat down on the bed next to me, he to was wincing and had his arm 
over his eyes. He used he free hand and he pulled up my shirt and he 
let out a laugh and said, �nice.�

�What?� I said retreating my eye under my arm.

I felt him pull my underwear down exposing more of the lower hit area 
as it felt sore as his fingers moved across it. I almost thought he was 
going to pulled them all the way down he went so far, but then again, 
where he hit me was right above my crotch.

�Does this hurt?� he said as he poked the upper area that I got hit, 
and my entire body flinched and I let out a gasp and it felt like his 
finger was a knife, but it was only for a fraction of a second and the 
pain stopped when he pulled his finger back.

�What?� I said

�You have two black and blue marks, the one I just poked is the bigger 
one and is just as big as my fist.�

�Told you it hurt.�

�Did mean to hit you that hard,� he said trailing off.

I felt him give a long kiss the lower area right above the waistband of 
my bathing suit, I flinched because I was expecting pain but there 
wasn�t anything.

�There, that will make it better faster.�

�Hopefully,� I said as I poked my eye out from my arm again. He got up 
and walked over to the door again.

�Uh, is it even worth just spending the rest of the night trying to go 
back to sleep?�

�No.�

I was able to open my eye more as I adjusted to the light. I could now 
see him clearly. He walked back over, and knelt down and sat back on 
his feet between my legs.

�Then what should we do?� he said looking at my stomach.

�I don�t know, what do you want to do?� I said as I coughed lightly 
because it was still slightly difficult to breathe. He sat all the way 
down and spread his legs, putting them over mine and was paying 
attention to his one foot.

He moved his leg, which he was doing something with, but I wasn�t 
paying attention, closer to him and I could see his penis, as his 
underwear shifted. I was surprised how the color of his crotch was much 
lighter then the surrounding area. I looked at my stomach again, and I 
saw the darker mark of where he hit me the second time right above the 
waistband of underwear, and you could clearly see the line in skin 
color between the area usually covered by my underwear and the area 
not. I looked at his and it was as clear, and more blended, and mine 
was lighter then his.

I felt him put his one foot on the leg which he was doing something 
against my own. But he didn�t look up, and then I turned back to my 
staring-at-his-crotch when I noticed his recent movement had completely 
pulled the underwear away from his crotch, it was pulled into a band 
between his right leg and his balls. He looked so cute like that. He 
was shaped just like me, and his penis was hanging to one side 
slightly, it also look slightly longer, but it was thinner.

I lay there staring at it with my arm over my eyes. He didn�t notice, 
maybe because it looked like I was looking at my stomach. I could feel 
my penis get harder, but only a little bit.

He looked up and I looked at him and he said, �gah, we are we going to 
do?�

�We could watch TV for a bit�, but he was focused on my stomach again, 
he said, �the marks look darker now that I�ve adjusted.�

�Great.�

�Aw, I feel bad now,� he said moving closer, looking over it with 
balancing himself with his right hand right in front of my crotch. He 
pulled back my underwear even more saying �how far down does it go?� He 
pulled it all the way back to the very beginning of my penis, the tips 
of his fingers which were in my underwear touched my penis and I felt 
the backs of my legs tense up. He poked the very bottom of the mark, 
just above my penis and I flinched because he poked hard and my two 
legs both came up instantly and hit him in the butt and pushed him 
forward, and in an attempt to gain his balance, he put his hand right 
on my stomach for a pure second, and like a wave, I felt the pain 
ripple up from my stomach straight up my back.

I tilted my head back and gave out a long but not loud cough as all the 
air in me rushed out, again, but there was no breathing in that you 
would normally do after a cough.

�I guess that would be a spot that hurts?� he said sarcastically, and 
followed it up with �sorry.�

�Here.�

He kissed right where he had just poked me, right above my penis, and 
right at the bottom of where it hurt, and then again on the upper part 
of the lower hit, and then twice on the top one.

�That should be it better a lot faster.�

He came over to my face and kissed me on the cheek and said, �just 
rest, and tell me if you need anything, sorry about that one.�

�Yeah,� I said in a very airy weak voice. He laid down next to me, 
reached over me for the remote and turned the TV on. I put my right arm 
over my eyes from the light, and my left on my stomach. I could feel 
the spots where he kissed me, they felt slightly damp, and I kept 
feeling what it felt like over and over again for some reason in my 
head.

I heard the TV, but I couldn�t be bothered to look or listen in. It was 
more peaceful to just lay there, and by the feeling I got from Nick, he 
wasn�t very interested in it. I could feel one of those cold sweat 
things coming back. I felt it start on my back and move down to my butt 
and onto the back of my legs, then it just progressively went across my 
body. I could feel the sweat on my right arm on my face. Yet, if 
anything, I was a bit cold. It was about 5 or 10 minutes into it and I 
still felt it. I felt the now-damp shirt under my upper back, and the 
damp bed under my lower back where I had the shirt pulled up. I felt 
the first drop of sweet run down my forehead into my hair.

I was beginning to feel warm, I shifted my left arm because it was 
getting sticky and in doing so, a couple drops of sweat fell out of my 
palm onto my stomach, which when I moved my arm, I could feel was wet 
too from sweet.

�You okay? Need a drink or something?�

�Uh� no.�

�You�re sweating like it�s 100 in here.�

�I know.�

I sat up and I felt the sweet run down me almost everywhere. Once I was 
up I moved my legs off the side of the bed to get off it but I was 
felling too tired to do anything, and just decided, �screw it.� And 
just let go and fell back onto the bed. I put my elbows behind me so I 
wouldn�t bounce and kill my stomach, and I just lowered myself back 
until I felt I was lowering my head onto Nick�s chest, I turned and 
looked at him briefly and he just had the expression �whatever�, and I 
just lay my head on his chest and it was just the perfect height. I 
wasn�t feeling hot anymore, and I was still wet from all the sweating, 
but I could feel it going away slowly. I had my head turned towards 
his, but I wasn�t actually looking there, I was watching a drop of 
sweat hang on my nose, and how you could see the colors of one of ours 
skin and his white shirt. I closed my eyes because sweat had gotten in 
them and it wasn�t pleasant.

I was sort of drifting off, but I thought felt him run his hand through 
my hair, like my dad did when I was little and laid on him. I don�t 
know how long I did, but I spent awhile somewhere between awake and 
sleep, I couldn�t say where, but mostly asleep probably. That when I 
opened my eyes again Nick was asleep, and he did have his hand in my 
hair but not moving because he was sleeping, I just closed my eyes and 
went back to sleep.

When I did wake up again I was feel a lot better then before. I sat up, 
but the pain wasn�t any better, and I could feel my underwear was damp 
from sweating before. I don�t know how long we slept for, but it was 
11AM now, and Nick was still sleeping. I felt like taking a bath 
because I was all sweaty. I walked around to see if anyone had the 
dishwasher, or washing machine on. Nothing was on, and no one was home 
but Nick and I. It was warm in the house so I turned the thermostat 
down to 68F, and went into the bathroom. The light from the sun outside 
shined down from the skylight and it made the room have a nice coloring 
to it so I didn�t turn on the lights.

I stripped down and just got in and turned on the water. I sat back in 
the far corner of the tub while it filled. As it passed my waist, it 
felt really relaxing on my two sores. I happened to look over and 
noticed the door was open. But no one was home and Nick was sleeping 
big deal, and I didn�t even pull the curtain over the tub. It felt more 
open and comfortable. I turned off the water before it overflowed the 
tub, and just laid there. I could of fell asleep. Then, Nick walked in, 
I didn�t move but watched him out of the corner of my eye. You could 
tell he had just woke up because he didn�t see me, his eyes were 
closed, and he wasn�t really awake and aware.

He pulled down his underwear and started peeing in the toilet. I 
managed to get a front row seat. He put his hand out to flush the 
toilet when he realized, �hey someone�s in the tub.� He jumped back 
really fast and woke up instantly. Then he realized it was me, and I 
just shock my head and smiled.

�What happened to closing the door?�

�Me.�

�Ridiculous,� he said, pulling his underwear back on.

�Aw don�t be so shy,� I said splashing him with water, effectively 
soaking him.

�And you wonder why you got punched twice?�

�No, I�m wondering why you are in the bathroom with another boy,� I 
said jokingly because I didn�t really care because it was him.

�But you look so cute taking a bath!� he said sarcastically as he 
combed his hair with my brush.

�That�s my comb you loser�, and at that he threw it at me. It didn�t 
hit me, it bounced of the wall of the tub into the water and landed 
next to one of my knees.

�Now pick it up loser.�

�Why should I?�

�Because you threw it, and I�m not picking it up.�

�Then it will stay there.�

�Pick it up prick.�

He sighed and came over and picked it up and I said, �come here, need 
to tell you something.�

He put his ear next to my mouth and I kissed him on the cheek, 
�thanks,� I said �for what?�

�I don�t know, just felt like doing it.�

He kissed the side of my cheek and said, �me too.�

I smiled for a second and jokingly got hard and said, �NOW GET THE HELL 
OUT OF MY BATHROOM!!�

�Oh my god you are so weird,� he said walking out.

�You know you love me,� I said, but he was already around the corner 
but he stuck his head out and said, �I know.�

�HEY! WHAT DID I SAY!�

�I�m not in your bathroom!�

�Well you�re looking at me in it.�

�God, sorry.�

I was trying to laugh but it hurt too much. It�s always entertaining to 
joke around like that. After spending a good while in the tub, it was 
starting to get cold so I got out. And just great, I forgot to get a 
towel, and my clothes. The only thing I could wear was the dirty 
underwear and t-shirt on the ground, but I didn�t feel like putting 
dirty clothes on after I had just took a bath. So I just walked into my 
bedroom, soaking wet naked. Nick, who was laying on the bed watching TV 
looked over and said, �and you just walked into a bedroom naked with 
another boy.�

�And so what? It�s just you.�

�Yeah, but I wasn�t the one having a fit in the bathroom,� he said 
laughing �I was joking you know.�

�Yeah I know,� he said, as he moved to the side of the bed and reached 
down. I was still in the doorway, when he sat back up and threw me a 
pair of underwear. �here hot stuff, put some clothes on.�

I caught the underwear, and it was mine, because it was black. I held 
it up to my nose and smelled it. I couldn�t smell the detergent my mom 
uses that it would have if it was fresh, and it smelled a little like 
my sweat.

�What do you sniff your underwear before you put them on too?�

�No, I just wanted to see if these are clean, and since they came from 
the floor, they aren�t!� I said throwing them back at him.

�And what am I going to do with them?�

�Why don�t you just eat them,� I said jokingly �Maybe I will!�

�Go for it.�

He too held his nose up to them and sniffed them.

�See what I mean?� I said,

�What? They don�t smell like anything.�

�They smell like me,� I said walking over to my dresser to get some 
real, clean underwear on.

�No duh, because you wear them.�

�Well, if they were clean they would smell like this,� I said throwing 
him a pair of clean ones from my dresser drawer. He compared the smell 
of each and he looked so funny doing it as I walked over and sat down 
in the bed with him. I took the clean pair from his hands and put it 
on.

�And what am I suppose to do with these?� he said sticking the dirty 
pair in my face.

�I thought you were suppose to eat them?�

He put the underwear back up to his nose and smelled every inch of it. 
I just sat there and smiled at him.

�What would you give me if I did?�

�I don�t know�� I said as he looked at them in his hand decided what to 
do.

�A kiss ma�� I stopped as he stuck out his tongue and licked them. I 
didn�t say anything, I just watched him. He sat there for a moment with 
them in front of his mouth thinking about what they tasted like.

�Well? Now that you�ve licked my underwear, I�d have to ask what it 
tastes like.�

�Tastes like cloth.�

�That�s all?� I said but he had moved the underwear in his hand, from 
what I could see he had licked the outside of the front, and I watched 
him lick what looked like the inside of the front. Again, he just sat 
there examining the taste in his mouth.

�Well, there is certainly a taste there.�

�What does it taste like?�

�Let me see your hand.�

He said grabbing my arm. He licked my forearm and it tickled and he 
said, �it takes like your skin.�

�Is that bad?�

�No.�

�Well, are you going to eat them?�

�No.�

�Why not?�

�because I can�t eat clothing.�

I licked my arm to see what it would taste like and it tasted like my 
skin, big surprise there. I said, �here let me see,� I said grabbing my 
underwear out of his hand. I held them so the inside of the front was 
out and I licked the entire length of it. It tasted like my skin, but 
it was a little more salty, more like sweat. My skin had dried and I 
got a funny idea. I got up and walked back into the bathroom and picked 
up the dirty underwear I had left there, the ones that I was sweating a 
lot in.


 








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