Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2020 07:38:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: What Happened When Miguel Wet His Pants

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"Miguel, come on down!"

I was standing inside the front door, there to babysit Miguel for a day
while his parents went out of town.  Babysitting was really the only way
for a 16yo to earn money in our little town. Even so, I was the only guy
who did it, so I got most of the babysitting gigs involving just boys
(they'd rather have me than some teenage girl, lol).  Anyway, Miguel's
mother let me in after my Mom dropped me off, and I was standing there with
the parents, waiting, when we heard thunder and Miguel came bounding down
the stairs.

Now I've known I was gay since I was 10 years old, and Robert my 18yo
babysitter got in the bathtub with me and showed me how to use my penis for
something other than peeing.  And I've known that I liked younger boys
since I was 12, and was sleeping over at my best friend Daniel's house, and
his little 7yo brother Stevie came in his room after we had both taken a
shower.  But nothing prepared me for Miguel.

Saying Miguel is cute is like saying that Whitney Houston had a good
singing voice (I know, what 16yo boy knows who Whitney Houston was and
admits to liking her music, but that's me).  10 years old, Miguel is
fucking A-DORABLE, made me feel faint!  Fashionably styled auburn hair,
cute little button nose, and the most beautiful baby blue eyes I've ever
seen.  He was wearing a button-down print shirt, tight shorts that revealed
lots of his smooth tan thighs, and was barefoot.  I looked him up and down,
and he gave me the cutest grin.  Such perfect, shiny-white teeth!

"Honey, this is Jon.  He's going to stay with you while Daddy and I go out
tonight.  We'll be back late, so we'll see you in the morning.  Now, you
behave for Jon!"  Miguel flashed me another smile, did a pirouette, and ran
into the kitchen.  We followed and while he rummaged around in the fridge,
his mother gave me instructions and showed me the paper with their phone
numbers and such.  After giving him last-minute admonishments about proper
behavior, both parents kissed Miguel goodbye on the lips.  I noticed that
he gave his Mom a face after hers, but that he accepted Dad's fine and even
kissed him longer than Mom (which I thought interesting, and filed it away
in my brain for later).

"Let's go outside and play football!" Miguel yelled.  I followed him out to
the garage, which was just closing after his parents left.  As Miguel
leaned over into a box while looking for his football, I saw how nicely his
shorts stretched across his ass.  That made me MAD hard, so I quickly
rearranged it before he could see.  When he found it, we went out the door
to the yard.

Their house was in the country, with no other houses close enough to be
seen.  The house and yard were surrounded by trees on all sides.

Miguel and I threw the football back and forth for about an hour.  He was
pretty good at throwing, but was able to catch only about half of my
throws.  I play quarterback on my school's JV team, and have pretty good
hands, so he commented a lot on how good he thought I was.

After one catch, he gave a running back pose and came running at me.

"Try and tackle me!"  He dodged and darted as he ran, but I quickly caught
up and grabbed him, throwing him to the ground softly.  So then we took
turns doing that.  I let him catch me, and "helped" him take me to the
ground.  After one such "tackle", it turned into a wrestling match.  Miguel
may have been dressed like he was at a prep school, but he definitely was
all boy, physical.

I got him pinned on the ground, sitting on his legs, and holding both of
his hands over his head together with one of mine. Then I started tickling
him mercilessly with the other.  Miguel thrashed and bucked, screamed and
squealed, trying breathlessly to talk.

"N-N-N-N-OOOOOOO, S-S-ST-ST-OPPP!" he stuttered breathlessly, but I
continued.  For a little guy, he sure is strong; I can barely stay on top
and hold him down!

"Y-Y-Y-YOU'RE G-G-GONN-N-N-A M-MAKE M-M-M-M-E P-P-P-P-P-E-E-E-E-E!!!"  I
recognized the frantic edge to his voice, and stopped tickling him.

"Let me UP, being tickled makes me hafta PEE, and I gotta go NOW!"  Another
interesting thing to remember!  I rolled off of him, he jumped up and ran
to a bare spot near the house, pushed his shorts and underpants down to his
knees, and began peeing into the dirt. `Well, he sure isn't shy!' I
thought, stood up, and walked towards him.  I was a few feet away when he
finished, and he turned around as he pulled his clothing back up, giving me
a good view of his cute boydick and balls.  No hair, of course, but it
looked to be pretty big for a 10yo.

"You ready for lunch?"  Miguel nodded, so we went inside and ate.  I got a
plan going in my brain, and started feeding him lots of drinks (soda, iced
tea, water) and drinking right along with him.  When we finished I picked
up the football, pointed it at him, and headed out the back door to the
yard.  I also grabbed several bottles of water, telling him it was getting
hot outside and we needed to stay hydrated.

We alternated throwing the ball back & forth with running with the ball &
getting tackled, and every so often I went and got a drink of water, also
making him drink.  And we were getting that bare patch pretty soaked, with
having to pee a lot from all that water.  Every time, he pushed his shorts
& undies down to his knees, so I started doing that too.  We both gave each
other an eyeful each time, and there was slaps to the bare ass a lot too.

After one peeing episode, I stopped going and held it in; as I expected,
Miguel did the same.  When I noticed him start to reach down a lot to
squeeze himself down there, I knew it was time to put my plan into action.
The next time he ran with the ball, as I tackled him ton the ground I
rolled over so I was lying on my back on the ground and he was on top of me
face down.  I started tickling him as I held him tight to me, and he
immediately started trying to get away frantically while breathlessly
trying to talk.

"-J-JON, NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I M G-G-G-G-O-NNNA..."

But it was too much for him, and his bladder was too full.  I felt his
whole body shudder, and then relax.  Moments later I felt a warm wetness
soaking into my clothing from him, as he wet his pants (and me too).  I
kept tickling him for a bit, pretending I hadn't noticed what was
happening.  Then I stopped, and faked surprise.

"Miguel, did you..."  His face was a mix of distress and anger.  He pushed
up with his arms, but I wouldn't let him go.

"You made me piss my pants!" he yelled. His lower lip was quivering, as he
tried to not full-on cry, but tears of embarrassment were sliding down his
cheeks.  He had stopped peeing, but my whole middle was soaking wet (and I
know his was too).

"I'm so sorry, Miguel, I thought you were just kidding!"  I slid a hand
between us, as though checking for how much damage was done.  This included
feeling around his groin, and I was happy to notice that he didn't object
even when I squeezed the area of his penis.

"NOW what are we gonna do???  I don't know how to use the washing machine,
and I can't let Mom and Dad know I wet my pants!"  His body was beginning
to shudder and shake, he was obviously beginning to panic.  I held onto
him, rubbing his back and down over his butt.  Again, he didn't object to
my sensual touches.

"Miguel, don't worry, I know how to use the washing machine.  And we'll
make sure your mom and dad never find out about this.  What happens here
while they're gone stays between you and me. I promise!"  I released him
from my hold, and helped him up until we were standing.  We looked down at
both of our midsections, saw how wet we both were, looked at each other's
face, and burst out laughing.

"I-I-It looks like we BOTH peed our pants!"

"No, YOU peed on us both!"

"No, YOU did!"

It took a while until we both calmed down.  We stood there facing each
other, hands on our knees and looking sideways at each other, breathing
heavily and chuckling.  I nodded my head towards the back patio.

"Let's go over there, strip out of our clothes, and hose off.  Then we'll
go inside, and we can shower to wash all the pee off."  Miguel grinned at
me.

"Can we shower together, and then stay naked?"  He was practically bouncing
up and down, was obviously over the embarrassment of having peed his pants.
I nodded, smiled at him, and ruffled his hair.

"Sure, we can stay naked as long as you want."  He let out a whoop, grabbed
my hand, and pulled me over to the patio.  After we both stripped naked and
piled our clothes by the door (both of us had hardons), I took the end of
the hose and looped it over a board in the roof, so it pointed down.  After
turning on the water, we both got under the spray (shivering, the water was
COLD!) and I rubbed my hands all over myself, especially my groin.  Miguel
was still rinsing off, so I helped him by wiping down his buttcheeks all
over with my hands (he giggled, but stood there and let me).  I turned the
water off, and we walked (streaked) around to the garage entrance.

After drying off with a towel in there, Miguel again took my hand and led
me in through his parents' bedroom to their bathroom.  They had a HUGE
walk-in shower, and OMG it was fancy!  Big enough for probably five people
to fit into, a massage jet shower head coming out of the wall, and a
rainfall shower head coming down from the ceiling.

I turned on both, and we got under them.  Miguel just stood there watching
me as I got wet, washed myself with soap, and then rinsed.

"Miguel, you gotta wash off too, you can't go around with dried pee on
you!"  He laughed, pushed me out of the way, and stood under the water with
his feet spread and arms outstretched.

"You wash me!"  I laughed, sat on the bench that was in there and grabbed a
bar of soap, and pulled him over to stand between my knees.  After soaping
up & rinsing his frontside (minus his privates, I saved those for last), I
turned him around and went to work on his backside.  After soaping up his
buttcheeks, I slid a soapy finger up and down his crack, and then zeroed in
on washing his hole.  At that, he turned his head around and looked at me
questioningly.

"Nobody ever washed my butthole before, not even my mommy!"  But he didn't
stop me, he even spread his legs apart and squatted down a bit, opening
himself up back there.

"You mean YOU never washed your butthole before?"  He shook his head, still
looking at me, as I washed it with one fingertip, and started applying
pressure with it.  "No WONDER it's so dirty then.  Ew, gross!"  He giggled.
Then I pressed harder, and my soapy finger slowly slid all the way into
him.  A slight grimace flashed across his face and he tensed up, but then
he sighed and relaxed again with a dreamy look.

"That feels weird, but good!"  When he started fiddling with his boypole I
took each of his hands and soaped them up, then let him go back to playing
with himself as I slowly finger-fucked him.  When I forced a second soapy
finger in him he again grimaced and tensed up, so I told him to relax and
he did (a bit).  I tired pushing a third finger into him, but he gave a
yelp and jumped away from me.

"Sorry, buddy, guess that was too much.  Here, let me help you rinse off."
I put the soap away and he got between my legs again, and I ran my bare
hands all over him to rinse off the soap.  Then I turned off the water and
we got out; I grabbed a towel and started drying off, but he again just
stood there looking at me.

"You gotta dry me off!"  I chuckled and finished drying myself, then I
grabbed a smaller hand towel and sat on a stool.  He came over to me, and I
used the smaller towel to dry him (which took a lot longer and gave me a
chance to touch him all over his naked body with my hands.  When he was dry
I gave his butt a playful slap; he jumped away, gave me a smile and shook
his little fist at me, and then ran away while looking back over his
shoulder.

"Come chase me!"

"Go in your room, and wait while I clean up in here."  When he was gone I
used the towels to wipe up, and then dropped them in the dirty clothes
basket.  Then I looked through the drawers and cabinets, until I found what
I was looking for: hidden behind all the usual bathroom items was a basket.
In addition to a tube of KY Jelly, I found a little finger-sized vibrator
that I recognized from my searches online.  Hiding them in my hand, I
closed up the bathroom and went looking for Miguel's bedroom.

It was at the other end of the house, a decent distance from his parents'
bedroom (a good thing for him).  The door was open; I walked through it,
and found Miguel lying on his side on his bed, naked, facing the door.  I
told him to roll over onto his back, and close his eyes; when he did I put
the vibrator and lube on his bedside table (hidden from his sight behind a
lamp), got above him on my hands and knees with my face inches from him,
and told him to open his eyes.  He did, and I gave him a lip lock that
seemed to surprise him at first (but which he quickly melted into).  I slid
my tongue into his mouth, and he quickly followed suit.

Miguel and I laid there for a few minutes making out.  His hard little pole
was poking and rubbing around my belly button, as if he were trying to fuck
it.  This rapidly had my dick at attention.  I lifted my face away from him
and, when a look of disappointment came across his face, I quickly kissed
his chin and then started licking/kissing/sucking my way down and around
his chest.  His boyish squeals and moans told me he was enjoying it; when I
went to work on his nipples with my tongue, teeth, and lips, his
pleasure-filled cries and shrieks would have brought anyone within earshot
running!  Then it was back to moans and groans and squeals as I tongued out
his belly button and then moved down to his boypole and boyballs.

After a few minutes, I pushed Miguel's knees to his chest and his feet
apart.  I focused on his balls for another minute, and then started licking
down his perineum.  He started to ask what I was doing, but I cut him off
by reaching up and covering his mouth with one hand.  Then I brought both
hands to his buttcheeks, pulled them apart to reveal his tight little hole,
and buried my face in there.  He noisily sucked in his breath, and let out
a series of animalistic squeaks as I began to rim him out.  I was JUST able
to get the tip of my tongue wedged in his opening, and could taste his
musky boy essence.

Miguel seemed barely able to contain his satisfaction.  His squeals and
moans, shuddering of his body, and shaking his head back and forth were
evidence of his pleasure, and I could tell that he went through at least
two dry cums.  I reached over behind the lamp, and grabbed the little
bottle of lube.  After popping it open and coating two fingers, I brought
my hand back to his ass.  First I rubbed one fingertip right on his hole,
and then I slowly slid that finger into him (while continuing to lick his
asslips).

Instantly his hole tightened up.  Reaching up and slowly stroking his boy
boner helped him relax again, and I began finger-fucking him.  And when I
found and started stroking his little immature prostate bump his whole body
shook & shuddered, he yelled out, and I felt his hole spasm again in boy
orgasm.  As I expected, his hole really loosened up as he came down off his
dry cum high, allowing me to quickly get my second lubed-up finger into
him.

Miguel sucked in his breath and then let out a yelp.  But he didn't push me
off of him, he seemed to relax back down and allow me to open him up back
there.  After a few minutes of sliding both fingers in and out and rotating
them around, I pulled my fingers out and sat back, looking at him.

"Miguel, reach behind that lamp, and grab what's hiding there."  He did; he
found the little vibrator, and held it up.

"What is it?"  He looked at it, then at me, then back at it, turning it
around in his hand to look at it from all angles.

"What do you think it looks like?"  He giggled, and I swear I could see him
blush.

"I-it looks like a little boner.  Like the size my boner about two years
ago!"  I smiled and nodded.

"See that dial at the bottom?  Turn it."  Miguel did, and it began to
vibrate.  He almost dropped it.

"Oh my god, it's VIBRATING!  Why?"  I told him to hold it up, and I got the
lube and squeezed some out on it, then told Miguel to spread that all over
it.  He did.  "Is that stuff what you put on my butthole, before you put
your fingers up it?"  I nodded, and then took the vibrator out of his
hands.

"Now, Miguel, what do you think I'm going to do with this?"  When he
shrugged, I placed the end right on his hole.  I think Miguel's eyes rolled
back in his head!  Then I slowly pushed it into him, and began fucking him
with it.  The vibrations inside of him like that drove him crazy, thrashing
around.

The vibrator was slightly bigger around than his boner was, and bigger than
the two fingers I had put in him.  He was taking it in and out of his hole
easily, and I began to think about trying to fuck him.  My dick WAS bigger
than the vibrator, but I figured I could do it.

I started rotating the vibrator, twisting it around and around, with the
fattest part right in his opening.  Still no problem.

I told Miguel to hold it in his hole, and I let go.  He started fucking
himself with it even more vigorously than I had been.  While he did that, I
got the lube and coated my hard dick with it.  I got on my knees behind
him, and pushed his hand off of the vibrator.  When I eased the sex toy out
of his hole, he looked at me with longing, as if I had taken away his
favorite toy.  Then I placed the head of my dick against his hole.  Now he
looked at me wide-eyed.

"This will hurt some, Miguel.  But it'll hurt a lot if you tighten up.
Make your hole loose, push out like you're taking a crap."  He giggled
nervously, but I could feel his hole loosen up against the tip of my cock.
As soon as I felt that, I started to push in.  He moaned, as his hole gave
way grudgingly and my dickhead began to pry its way into him.  When the
fattest part was lodged in his opening I gave a sharp thrust, and my head
popped in.  Miguel sucked in his breath and gave a sharp squeal.

"That's it, Miguel, you're doing great.  Keep pushing out like that, stay
loose."  He was so tight it felt like his hole was going to snap the head
right off of my dick.  I was in heaven.

Then I started sliding the rest of my dick in.  And that felt even better!
Miguel was struggling to take me, beads of sweat coated his entire red face
and tears were sliding down his cheeks, but I could tell he was still
pushing out.  I stroked his tear-wet cheek with one hand.  Then I placed
both hands on his hips, slid my dick back out until only the head was in,
and then thrust forward until my entire cock was buried all the way in him.

Miguel gasped, and I felt his hole spasming as he strained to accommodate
me.  After giving him a minute to get used to me filling his ass like this.
I started sliding in and out of him all the way, slowly at first and then
speeding up until my groin was slapping noisily against his upturned
asscheeks.  He grunted and groaned and moaned each time I pounded him.  His
little dick, which had wilted at first when I entered him, was hard again
and slapping against his smooth pubic area.  I reached down with one hand
and grasped it between my fingers, and started stroking him in time with my
thrusts.

The room filled with our noises, his boyish groans and grunts and squeals
mixing with my deeper moans of ecstasy.  His entire body was coated in a
film of sweat, and my sweat was literally pouring off of me and dripping
steadily onto him.  I was pounding into him so roughly that I was sure his
bed was going to collapse.

Soon I recognized the signs of impending orgasms in both of us.  His hole
was alternately squeezing my cock and letting loose, his body was shaking
and quivering, and his breath was coming in shorter gasps.  My breathing
was also getting shallower, my heart was racing, and I felt my balls start
to pull up.  I speeded up my stroking of his boner, intent on bringing him
off first and using that to rocket myself to a massive cum.

And it worked.  Miguel let out a series of high-pitched & animal-like
scream, his boyboner throbbed, and I felt his hole tighten around me like a
vise.  Then his hole tightened around me more than before, he gave out a
sustained groan, and I felt his boner clicking as he went through his dry
cum.

And that pushed me over the edge.  My groaning echoed his, and I slammed
all the way into him and held still.  My whole body shook and shuddered &
my balls felt like they were being sucked inside me up into my throat, and
my cock exploded & sprayed his insides with a torrent of unending bursts of
my cum (I lost track after five).  When I finished shooting, I collapsed
down onto Miguel, and then our bodies rolled to the side.  I held him to me
as we both tried to catch our breath, my cock remaining inside of him until
it shrank enough to slide out of him.

"Wow, that was awesome!  How did you like it, Miguel?"  He rolled over onto
his back, and turned his head to look at me.

"It hurt a lot at first, but I got used to it, then it felt kinda good.
Especially when you stroked my boner.  I thought I was gonna pee again,
glad I didn't wet my bed!"  He giggled, then cuddled up against my side.  I
reached down and started to fondle him, he quickly popped a boner again.
After playing with that and with his little balls, I slid my fingers under
him.

"Uh-oh, feels like my cum leaked out of your hole onto your sheets."
Miguel jumped off the bed, and looked where he had been laying.

"Oh no, my mom and dad will think I DID wet the bed!"  I laughed.

"Miguel, that is SO obviously not pee!  But we will need to clean it up.
Come on, help me strip the bed, and I'll put them through the wash."  We
took off the sheets and mattress cover (fortunately it hadn't soaked
through to the mattress), took them downstairs, and I put them in the
washing machine.  "Miguel, go outside and get our clothes."  He ran out,
and was soon back with them.  We dumped them in the washer, and I started
it.

"Let's go back outside and play with the football some more!"  Miguel
grabbed my hand, and started pulling me with him.

"Miguel, I don't have any other clothes with me, they're all in the wash!"

"I know.  We're gonna play with the football naked!"

So we went out in the yard naked.  I had to admit, it felt great being
outside naked like that.  Even better tackling each other and rolling
around together naked!  Of course, we were both hard most of the time.  I
thrust mine between his legs and in his crack, pretending to fuck him
again, but I knew he'd be too sore for that.

After we got too tired, we went back inside.  I put the sheets and our
clothes in the dryer, we ate dinner, and then settled on the couch to watch
a movie (cuddling together and still naked, with lots of groping of each
other).  It was getting close to his bedtime so we took the laundry up to
his room, made his bed, and he got ready.  When he started to climb into
bed naked, I stopped him.

"Miguel, don't you wear PJs or something to bed?"  He nodded with a big
grin.  "Well you better go put them on."

"AW, do I HAVE to?"  He made a pouty face.

"Yeah, your parents might get suspicious of me if they found you sleeping
naked."  So he went and put on his pajamas, and I put my clothes on.  Both
of us doing so reluctantly.  Then he climbed into bed, and I tucked him in
(including fondling him some more through his pajama bottom's open fly).
He gave me a long good-night kiss, and I went downstairs to watch TV until
his parents came back home.

I hope they ask me to babysit him again REAL soon!