Name: Matt Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 Current Age: 16 Since I was in 3rd grade, there have been the four friends, Jack, Leroy, Danny and myself (Matt). We hung out, played sports, went to summer camps. Basically just growing up and having fun. We knew each other's families, some secrets about each other, and embarrassing things about each other, that we mostly kept to ourselves. Bedwetting was a subject that was a little too close a subject to talk about in the 3rd grade. Not all of us were completely dry at night. Danny and myself were the only ones who had to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed. Not that we admitted it, but on more than one occasion we would be at Danny's house and we would find his wet diaper and pants on the floor of his bathroom where he had taken it off from the night before. My mom would do the laundry and leave clean laundry on my bed for me to put away. My friends would sometimes see the plastic pants on my bed and comment on my bedwetting. Leroy had a plastic sheet on his bed, but claimed that he had not wet the bed since he was in kindergarten. He claimed that he never had any accidents either. The following year would break his streak, when we caught him sitting at his desk in school with his pants wet. Jack had the iron bladder and never seemed to be desperate to go. At that age, we would sometimes have pissing games, to see who could piss the farthest. We would also dare each other, drink some Cokes, and see who could wait the longest before having to go to the bathroom. I remember that during those games, there would be more than one time when some of us would have damp spots on our pants. They would soon dry and we would be off to playing our next game. In the 3rd grade, I was pissing my pants at night, every night. After playing the drinking games with my friends, I remember at those times, my mom would complain about me drinking too much Coke. She would put an extra diaper on me to keeps leaks from happening. I used to hate that because there was no way to conceal that I was wearing a diaper. I got in many an embarrassing situation. By the following year, my nighttime diapers were a thing of the past. I only had to deal with a rubber sheet and the occasional wet night that still did happen. To my horror, my mom kept the diapers and would make me wear them to bed when we went visiting, or for two weeks straight at night if I wet two or more times a week. That seemed to happen a lot. I remember a time in 7th grade at the end of summer. We were all back from where ever we went, and were now doing a camp out in Danny's back yard. Danny had a swimming pool, and we were all doing a lot of swimming that day. It was hot; we were all having a good time and drinking a lot of Cokes. It was about midnight and we were all watching TV. Danny's mom came in and told us all turn off the TV, brush our teeth, and get ready for bed. We didn't have to go to sleep, but get ready for bed and outside in the tent. We had all brought our own sleeping bags for the campout. As far as I knew, bedwetting was a thing of the past for all of us (I never told about me). We never talked about it. The conversation was video games, sports, and girls. We stayed up eating chips, drinking Cokes and laughing. Danny opened up another Coke and Leroy said to him, "Danny, I wouldn't drink that if I were you." Danny asked why not, and the answer came back, "because you will end up wetting your pants even BEFORE you go to sleep." It was at this time that the rest of us noticed that Danny had a bit more padding on his butt than normal. Danny was more than pissed. He was madder than I ever saw him. He shot back at Leroy, "At least I never wet my pants in school like YOU!" Jack and myself did what we could to calm the situation down. It took awhile, but things were calmed down soon. I then said to Leroy that if he drank three Cokes before going to sleep, he would piss the bed, too. He said no way. One thing led to another, and we were all finishing our third Coke. The rules were we could take one last piss before bed, but we could not get out of our sleeping bags till the sun came up, AND, we could not leave the tent until everyone exposed the condition of their pants. We all went out for our last piss of the night. I whispered to Danny then about my mom making me wear a diaper still when we go to see her sister, and that there is a rubber sheet on my bed cause I still wet it. I don't think he believed me then, but it made him feel better, and he found out latter it was true. I didn't sleep that well. When everyone was asleep, I broke the rules and slipped out and took a piss. No one found out. Morning came and I was not the first to wake up. I remember having to pee, which was a good sign for me. I was sure I would wet, as I was wetting one to three times in a week still. I felt all around. NO Problem! :-) I was a happy dry camper. I wanted to get up right then and pee, but they wouldn't let me. Not everyone was up. Everyone awoke. Jack said he'd go first. No visible problems with him. Leroy was next, and clearly did not want to go through with it. Jack gave him some physical encouragement revealing his pajama bottoms sticking to his groin and all around his legs and butt. He was almost to the point of tears. I needed to pee NOW. It was past an emergency, so I showed my friends I was dry and was going to the bathroom. They would not let me go till we checked Danny. Danny, who had a good sense of humor, even back then. He was laughing nervously, showing us the front of his pants and bed. They were dry, and he wanted to leave it at that. Jack removed Danny's long t-shirt, de-pants his pajama bottoms revealing Danny in only plastic pants and a very well padded front and back. Not being enough for Jack, he wrestled with Danny till Danny had the plastic pants off. Having to deal with my own wet diapers from time to time, I knew this diaper was not just wet; it had been drenched a few times. By this time, Jack was wet from wrestleing with Danny and getting in contact with the multiple drenching of the diaper. I was leaving the tent to do what I had to do. No luck. They all ganged up on me and started to tickle me. The result was a complete near draining of my bladder. Most of us have now gone our separated ways, but remain friends. There were other stories. ============ Matt