David Goes to College – Chapter Seven
“Do you ever think about doing something more?” asked David, as he sat next to Steven playing a video game.
It was a Saturday morning and once again, both Mrs. Walker and Sheila had gone out, leaving David with a rare chance to talk to Steven alone.
“What do you mean?” replied Steven.
David silently directed Steven’s gaze towards his crotch, as a wet stain appeared on the front of his blue jeans. David counted to 10 and then stopped wetting himself.
“Something like this?”
“Well, I guess I’ve thought about it once or twice, but I’ve never done it,” replied Steven. His eyes lingered on David’s wet jeans.
“I like the feel of diapers,” said David, “but I also like the feel of wet pants and the way it looks. When I was your age I didn’t have access to diapers, but I’d wet my pants whenever I was alone and could do it without getting caught.”
“So what’s it feel like?” asked Steven.
“Hard to describe. Kind of like wetting a diaper – wet, warm. And you can see it, too. I think you’d look really cute and sexy in wet pants. Try it.”
“Uh, maybe some other time. I mean, I really like wearing a diaper and peeing in it, but I’m just not sure about doing it in my pants. Let me get used to the idea. What would happen if Mom caught me – or caught you for that matter?”
“Don’t know, but one of these days I plan to find out,” replied David.
“What? Really? Why?”
“The diaper stuff we’ve been doing is fun, but we’re just doing the same thing every night. I want more,” replied David, firmly.
David reached out and took Steven’s hand and pressed it to his wet crotch. At first the boy recoiled at the wetness, but then returned his hand back to David’s crotch and started to massage David’s cock and balls through his wet jeans.
“Ohh, that feels good,” moaned David. He cupped his hand around the back of Steven’s neck and gently pulled the boy’s face closer. He gazed into Steven’s eyes and felt the desire to kiss him. Could it be possible, he wondered, that Steven might be like him?
David took a deep, shuddering breath and then drew Steven even closer. He gently kissed the boy on the mouth and then released the boy’s neck and the two boys stood away from each other. For a moment they simply stood still, gazing into one another’s eyes.
“Uh, did you mind me doing that?” asked David hesitantly.
Steven smiled, put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him closer. They kissed a second time. Then a third.
“I think I love you” said David.
“I’ve figured I was gay for a long time. Does that bother you?”
“I’m not sure what I am,” replied Steven, “but I know I liked kissing you. And I liked touching your dick, too.
“I thought I was pretty crazy enjoying wearing a diaper wetting it in the morning. Now you’ve gotten me to wear diapers at other times. Now you want me to wet my pants.”
“I know its kind of crazy, but I’ve always liked wetting my pants. The diapers were a new thing for me and I was so turned-on that first morning that I saw you standing in the kitchen wearing one.”
“Where does it end? With both of us locked in the loony bin wearing a matching set of diapers and strait-jacket?”
“OK, take your time,” laughed David.
“As long as you don’t get really turned off by what I do I’ll be happy.”
Noises of explosions and gunfire emanated from the video game, but the bad guys were winning – Steven and David were fully occupied undressing and fondling each other.
“Too bad Sheila and your mom don’t go shopping together more often,” whispered David as he lay naked beside Steven.
“Maybe we should arrange to have a burglar come in a steal Sheila’s favorite clothes,” suggested Steven with a snicker.
“Then she’d have to go shopping again.”
“Yeah,” chuckled David, “I’m sure the stores in the mall would appreciate it.”
“You said you used to wet your pants whenever you could, when you were my age,” said Steven, as he snuggled up to David, lying his head on the other boy’s shoulder.
“Did you ever get caught?”
“Let me tell you two stories,” replied David, “and both of them are true.”
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David gave Steven a quick kiss and then began.
“The first thing you have to understand is that I actually started messing my pants years before I started wetting them.” Steven’s eyebrows arched in surprise, but he said nothing.
“About four years ago my father took a one-year job with the government and we left our house for that year and lived in a place in Virginia. I was in 7th grade, but I was the new kid and really didn’t have any good friends that year. The family next door included a boy in the 6th grade, Josh, and his little brother, Jeff, who was in first grade. I spent a fair amount of time with Josh and his little brother often tagged along. It didn’t take long for me to discover that Jeff was notorious for pooping his pants. Whenever he did, Josh would sigh and say something like ‘I think I smell a stinky boy.’ Then he’d feel the seat of Jeff’s pants and if that confirmed what he expected he’d pull Jeff’s pants down and look into the seat of his underpants and then show everybody else what a messy boy his little brother was. Then he’d send Jeff home to get cleaned up. Apparently their mother knew this was happening but either didn’t care or didn’t know what to do about it.
“As you might guess, I was excited about this, even though Jeff was still such a little boy. But I didn’t have any opportunities to try it myself.
One day, toward the end of our stay in Virginia my parents went out for the afternoon and decided they could leave me home alone. I went out to the garage to do some work on my bike. The chain needed oiling and the brakes needed to be adjusted. While I was
doing all that I decided it was as good a time as any to try pooping my pants. I had plenty of time to get things cleaned up before my parents came home.
“So I did it. I was working on the brakes and I could feel the pressure in my ass grow. I just spread me feet and tried to relax. I remember saying to myself, ‘if it comes then it comes, I’m not going to try to hold it in.’ I was trying to make if feel like an ‘accident’ so I didn’t push or anything, but I could feel the poop beginning to come out. I just stood there and let it happen. After the first log of poop came out, the pressure wasn’t so bad and I could have stopped having an ‘accident’ right there, but I thought there was no point in not completing the job, so then I pushed and pushed again and really filled the seat of my pants. It really felt neat. I stood there thinking, ‘holy shit, I just shit my pants.'” The pressure from my pants and shorts pushed the mess up tight against my ass and into my crotch and it was warm and I liked the way it felt. I could smell it, too, and I could even feel some of the poop pressing up behind my balls.
“You haven’t done anything like this yet, so you don’t know what it feels like. And maybe you wouldn’t like it, I don’t know. But I really did like the feeling. It was warm and soft, but not too squishy, and it just felt good! I felt the seat of my pants with my hand and really enjoyed the way the warm poop shifted about on my butt as I moved it around.
“Anyway, I decided to just go back to working on my bike and enjoy the feeling in the seat of my pants as I moved around and did stuff.
“So I’m standing there working on my bike when suddenly Josh and Jeff come in. I hadn’t been expecting them, and I don’t know how they knew I was in the garage, but I was trapped. Well, it was only a few moments before Josh started his routine. ‘I think I smell a stinky boy.’ But this time, as you might guess, Jeff was outraged.
“He was shouting, ‘It’s not me. I didn’t poop my pants. I bet you’re smelling your own stinky pants.’
“Then he ran around behind his brother and felt the seat of his older brother’s pants. Of course, he didn’t find anything, so then he ran over to me. I tried to stop him, but he got around behind me and felt the seat of my pants. I felt the poop push up against my butt again as he did it and I knew there wasn’t anything I left I could do to avoid discovery.
“Well, he started shouting, ‘It’s David! David pooped his pants, David pooped his pants, David pooped his pants.’ He just kept chanting that over and over.
“Well, I don’t think Josh believed it at first, and he grabbed his brother and gave the seat of his pants a good feel; but when he didn’t find anything he looked over at me. I was so embarrassed, and I could feel my face getting hot. I don’t think I’d ever blushed so much. Josh came over to me and he kind of looked at me, like he was questioning me. I just turned around so he could check the seat of my pants. Of course he discovered the big load I’d dropped, and he was just amazed. I made some excuse like, ‘Well, Jeff does it so much I just wanted to see what it felt like.’ I don’t know how convinced Josh was by that lame excuse.
“Anyway, Jeff was still jumping around chanting ‘David pooped his pants.’ Josh didn’t seem to know quite what to do, but Jeff knew the drill. ‘Pull his pants down and show everybody,’ he demanded and finally that’s what Josh did, although everybody was just
the two of them. He pulled my pants down and I didn’t resist, I just stood there and raised my arms so he could undo my belt and pants.
“Anyway, he pulled my pants down and Jeff immediately ran up and pulled back the elastic on my underwear and looked at my ass. Then Josh did the same. Jeff just kept chanting, ‘David pooped his pants,’ but Josh didn’t say a thing. He just looked at me and kept shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it.
“So then I went in the house and cleaned up and put on clean shorts and came back out. Jeff and Josh were still waiting for me when I came out. It took a lot of persuading, but eventually both Jeff and Josh promised not to tell anybody else about what I’d done. I’ve never known how well they kept that promise ’cause it was only a couple of weeks later that my dad’s job came to an end and we moved back home. I never saw any of the kids from that neighborhood again.”
Throughout his story, David watched Steven closely to see how he took this new revelation. So far their baby activities had been restricted to wet diapers. Now, David had upped the ante by wetting his pants and then telling Steven that he really liked messing his pants, too.
“Wow,” said Steven, shaking his head, “that’s really wild.”
“Does it really turn you off?” queried David.
“If it does, then I promise not to do something like that when you’re around. But if you’re OK with it, one of these days you’ll discover that I’ve pooped myself.”
“No . . . It doesn’t turn me off. I’m not sure it turns me on, but I think I’d like to see you do it – at least once.”
David looked down at Steven’s crotch.
“Well, something is turning you on,” he laughed, as he gazed at Steven’s small, but very erect penis. David slid out from under Steven’s head and moved down toward the foot of the bed until Steven’s crotch was in his face. Then he gently took Steven’s penis in his mouth and began to suck on it lightly.
“Jeez, what are you doing?” exclaimed Steven, “Oh, Jeez, oh man, oh.” Steven moaned with pleasure, and David felt the boy’s cock grow even larger and more rigid. He increased the speed and force of his sucking actions. It was only a few moments before he heard the younger boy groan and then felt the cum spurting into his throat. David savored the feel and taste for a moment, but wasn’t sure what he should do now that he had a mouth full of cum. He couldn’t see anyway of spitting it out without making a mess and finally decided that it couldn’t hurt him and swallowed.
“Jeez,” said Steven in wonderment.
“Did you just swallow my cum?”
“Mmm, not a lot of flavor, but nice,” murmured David, as he shifted back up to the head of the bed and kissed Steven.
“You won’t get sick?”
“I don’t think so,” replied David.
They lay cuddled together again, with David’s arms wrapped around the other boy.
Steven yawned as he lay his head on David’s should once again.
“Tell me another story. You said there were two stories.”
“Yeah, the other one is when my best friend, Jim, caught me wetting my pants. That happened just last year.
“It was a warm summer day and I was home alone. I’d been given the task of weeding the garden while my parents were off at some political function. I was just about done and I decided to wet my pants. After that event with Josh and Jeff I’d messed my pants on several occasions, but I didn’t wet myself very often. Basically that was because you couldn’t really see anything if I was messy, but wet pants were pretty obvious. Since I didn’t want to get caught, I didn’t wet unless I was really sure I was safe.
“Well, we lived out in the country, my parents were gone, the nearest neighbor lived a half mile away and it seemed like a perfect time to do it. In the few times that I had wet myself before I’d always done it in my room in private, and only a little bit so I didn’t have any clean-up to do other than putting my underpants and pants somewhere they could dry without being noticed. But this was an opportunity to wet myself thoroughly and sort of ‘in public.’
“I pulled up the last weed and then sat down on the rock wall and let the pee go. My cut-offs became completely soaked almost immediately, and I could feel the pee pooling up around my butt. I thought it was fun watching the pee running down the rocks and into the grass.
“When I looked up I just about jumped out of my skin. There was Jim, staring at me. I had forgotten that he had just gotten his driver’s license and was now pretty free to go where he wanted, when he wanted. I guess in my preoccupation with what I was doing I hadn’t heard the car drive up.
“‘Did I just see what I think I saw? Did you just piss your pants’ he asked.
“Well, I kind of stammered and finally admitted that he had indeed seen me pee myself. He wanted to know why, and I gave him some explanation about being alone and needing to go and since no one was around and I’d be putting my dirty gardening clothes in the laundry anyway I thought I’d just let go where I was.
He wasn’t very convinced. ‘You just pissed your pants – deliberately! You are one weird dude.
“So I told him it was no big deal and that I didn’t mind feeling wet. Anyway, we went in to my room and I stripped off my wet clothes, while Jim watched. At first he wanted to leave my room while I changed, but I convinced him to stay. I don’t know why, but I really wanted him to watch while I took off the wet clothes and put on dry stuff. It’s not like he’d never seen me naked before, he’d slept over with me several times and we’d both changed into our pajamas in front of each other. But still, I wanted him to see my wet undershorts and I pretty much displayed myself to him as much as possible. So finally I got some dry underpants and a clean pair of shorts on things pretty much went back to normal.
“But after that I let him see me wet myself in small amounts, kind of like I just did here with you, and all he’d ever say was, ‘you are one weird dude.
“So that’s the story and now you know all about my past,” David concluded, laughing.
“Well, I guess it’s true that you are ‘one weird dude’ but I guess I am, too,” said Steven, “and I suppose Mom and Sheila are weird, ’cause they seem to like seeing us in diapers.”
“Yeah, it’s a weird household, but I love it – and I love you,” replied David.
Mrs. Walker and her daughter would be coming home anytime, so the boys got up and dressed. David’s pants were dry and although his briefs were a bit damp on the front he put them on again, anyway, enjoying the damp feel as he pulled them on.
The End of David Goes to College – Chapter Seven.
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