Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2022 06:34:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Melatonin and a Wet Bed

This story is completely fictional, combining two of my biggest fetishes
(barely pubescent boys, and wetting). If you like what you've read, please
send me fan mail at jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net. Also, you can read my
other stories posted on Nifty in the Gay sections Adult-Youth, Young
Friends, Urination, and No Sex: The XYZ Boys and Billie's Tightie Whities
(both multi-part series); and Teen Wetter, My Summer Surgery and Marcus, 14
y/o freeballer, Heat Wave Boys, Sixth Grade Josh, and What Happened When
Miguel Wet His Pants.

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Melatonin and A Wet Bed

"No Mom, PLEASE! Don't make me take those pills!"

"Rian, you'll have to tell me why. You know that taking Melatonin is the
only way you get a good night's sleep." His Mom stood in front of him; one
hand out with her open palm holding two pills, the other one holding a
glass of water.

"I don't like them! I hate how they make me feel in the morning, and when I
take them I can't wake up in the middle of the night!" The 11-year-old felt
his eyes filling with tears, which normally would embarrass him, but right
now he didn't care. He didn't even care about his Mom seeing him completely
naked, his body still damp and his longish blond hair plastered down from
his shower.

"That's the POINT of them, Rian, so you DON'T wake up in the middle of the
night! Why is that a problem?"

"When I need to get up and PEE!" Just mentioning that caused him to
absent-mindedly reach down, as if feeling the front of his briefs to check
for dampness. He felt his Mom's eyes traveling down his body, and was glad
he was completely soft for a change.

"Rian, enough. That's obviously not really a problem, you don't wet the bed
anymore, do you?"

The question caught the boy off guard momentarily. "Of-of course not! I'm
not a baby!" His cheeks felt warm, he knew he was blushing, and hoped his
Mom didn't detect his lie.

"Ok, then, end of discussion." She thrust her hands forward; he knew
continuing to argue was pointless, from her expression and tone of
voice. He reached forward and took the pills from her, threw them in his
mouth, and then grabbed the glass and drank down the water.

"There!" He thrust the glass back into her hand, turned around, and stomped
upstairs to his bedroom. He closed the door as hard as he could without
risking her coming up to scold him about that, jumped facedown onto his
bed, and screamed into his pillow. After ten minutes of that, he sat up;
his anger had drained out of him, and he could feel the pills-induced
drowsiness starting to take effect.

Rian got up, and went over to his dresser. He put on two pairs of briefs
and then his pajamas, hoping that would be enough to absorb anything that
leaked out of him tonight. He climbed into bed, only covering himself with
a sheet, and quickly fell asleep.

Rian's sleep was, as usual, filled with strange dreams. In one he was
swimming in a lake, in his underpants. He was walking out of the water and
thinking it was strange that only the front of the briefs were wet and not
the back/sides, when he half woke up; enough that the dream stuck in his
conscious mind, but not enough to fully wake him up, and he fell right back
to sleep.

The bright summer sun streaming in through his window woke up Rian. Well,
kind of. The after-affects of his Melatonin from the night before gripped
him in the usual hazy fog, and took a while before he was really awake.
Then, last night's dream took hold in his mind. Swimming. Anything in his
dreams involving water usually meant one thing. He placed a hand on his
crotch, and dampness there confirmed it: he had peed in his sleep again.

Fortunately, it didn't seem too bad. He wasn't soaked, and didn't feel any
wetness under his butt, so he might have lucked out and wouldn't need to
change his bedding. As he lay there, he listened carefully: he couldn't
hear any sounds in the house, which meant his Mom had left for work and
Aaron wasn't there yet.

Aaron. Most 11yos would hat having to have a babysitter, but Rian didn't
mind. His Mom had hired a guy who had just finished high school to be with
him on the days that she worked, and Rian had lucked out. Aaron was a guy,
and he was really cool. They had fun together: riding bikes, shooting hoops
or throwing a football at the park, swimming in the community pool... It
was more like having an older brother, Rian thought.

But he wasn't there yet, so Rian decided to stay in bed a few more minutes.
Then he would get up, put his wet clothing (and bedding if needed) into the
wash, and then shower before the older teen arrived.

"Rian, dude, get up! You're still in bed?"

The boy's eyes popped open, and he was instantly in a panic. `Shit,' he
thought, `I fell back to sleep.' He looked at Aaron and smiled, then
yawned. "I'll be out in a minute, I fell back asleep."

Aaron walked over and opened the window. Warm summer air flowed in. "Come
on, man, get out of bed, it's a great day! I thought we might go to the
beach."

Rian smiled. "Cool! I'll be downstairs in a few minutes." Rian just laid
there in bed, waiting for Aaron to leave his room.

"Don't tell me you're going all shy on me! Did you sleep in your undies?
I've seen you in your briefs like almost every day this summer!"

"No, I wore my PJs to bed." Rian pushed the sheet down to mid-chest to show
the older boy. "I'm just still waking up. Go on downstairs, I'll be right
there."

But before the boy could react, Aaron grabbed the bottom of the sheet and
yanked it off of the bed. Rian laid there frozen, mortified that his secret
had ben discovered. The crotch of his light blue pajama pants was still
damp and dark.

Aaron sat on the side of the bed. He reached over and touched the front of
the wet garment, and then looked Rian in his now-tear-stained face.

"Rian, did you have an accident?"

A sob escaped the younger boy's mouth. "P-please don't t-tell my Mom?"
Aaron laid his hand on the boy's shoulder, and gave a gentle squeeze.

"I wouldn't do that.  But what happened?"

Rian sat up, and told his friend everything: having to take Melatonin, how
it made him sleep TOO soundly, that he peed in his sleep at least a little
bit almost every night, that he had started doing his own laundry to hide
it... When he finished, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of
his shoulders. Rian slumped against Aaron's chest and broke down, sobbing
like he hadn't in years.

Aaron pulled the boy onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Rian, hugging
him tightly as the boy let it all out. Finally, his sobs died down; he
wiped his face on the older boy's shirt, and raised his eyebrows to peer up
at him with red eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Aaron. And thanks for not telling my Mom." Aaron put a finger
under the boy's chin and lifted up so they were looking eye to eye.

"Sorry for what, buddy? You didn't do anything wrong!"

Rian dipped his head down. "I'm still a little peewet, and it probably got
on you." He tried to get off of Aaron's lap, but the older boy continued to
hold him fast.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. I'll just put my clothes in the wash with
your stuff, and put on my swimsuit here." Then Aaron placed the boy on his
feet in front of him. He helped the boy out of his sleepwear (making a
funny comment about 2 pairs of undies, which made him laugh and lighten the
mood), stripped off his own shorts and t, then gathered all of their
clothing and the bedsheet and headed downstairs to the laundry room. It was
the longest the two had been naked with each other before, as they had only
been so while quickly changing in/out of swimwear. Aaron noticed the boy
checking him out, and smiled to himself.

`He seems more than a little interested in my naked body,' the teen said to
himself, and considered where he could take things with the boy.