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The Rehearsal

It was a beautiful night on the night of David and Aimee’s wedding. There was smoking, drinking, and even the odd fuck in the upstairs rooms of the Boulevard Hotel. Mostly there was talk of Aimee’s first husband, Chuck, who had died in a freak truck accident the previous year. But somehow, mysterious as it is, Aimee ended up finding David on the day of Chuck’s death. She was sad, yet enchanted that she had a new man so soon and was almost positive that she would spend the rest of her life with him.

“Oh! Cally! Do I look alright?” Aimee asked her best friend.

“I so wish I were you! You look so beautiful!” Cally replied.

“Why do you guys care so much about this wedding? Its only going to last, like three days!” David’s sister, Shauna protested.

“Shauna! How dare you say that! That’s so mean!” Cally told her.

“Where are my three flower girls and the ring bearer?” Aimee inquired in a stressed voice.

“Uh, I didn’t think they were coming,” Cally replied.

“…But I told them to come for the rehearsal! How dare they not come?” Aimee cried.

“Did someone say flower girls?” Julie, the mother of two of the little girls asked as she walked in.

“Oh! Thank goodness you’re here! I was about to give up on it!” Aimee cried with thankfulness.

“I’m sorry we’re late,” Julie said. Aimee smiled as she looked down on the two flower girls, Antoinette and Theodora. She decided not to start the rehearsal until Jerome showed up with Teresa (her third flower girl), Jayne showed up with Nick (her ring bearer) and her second bride’s maid.

“Hey, Aimee! We’re here!” Jayne cried, as she ran toward Aimee, who was her sister, by the way and they hugged each other.

“What about us?” Jerome said, right on cue. He was holding his daughter, Teresa. Then, Olivia (her second bride’s maid) quietly slipped in.

“Excellent!” Aimee squealed, “Now we can start!”

“I have to…” Nick began, but no one heard.

“Now, first, Antoinette, you walk down the aisle, okay? Then Theo follows after she is half way down the aisle, then Teresa, you can go when Theo is half way down the aisle. Then, when Teresa is at the end of the aisle, Olivia can come, and after her, Shauna, and then Cally, then, I go, and finally Nick goes. Got it?” Aimee explained.

“Uh huh,” everyone replied. Then the music began to play.

“Antoinette! Go, now, please,” urged Aimee, then Theo, Teresa, Olivia, Shauna, Cally and Aimee went. Then it was Nick’s turn. He was sweating and he was afraid. He also had to go to the washroom quite badly and the fright made it worse. But Nick went down the aisle as fast as possible.

“Nick! Not so fast! Please go back and do it again!” Aimee told him. So he did, but he still had to go to the washroom, just as badly, if not worse. So little Nick scrunched his legs together and tried his best to hold the urine in while walking. And that was difficult because he had had a lot of sodas that day. Nick began walking, or what seemed to be walking, down the aisle of a sort of doom, for when Nick got to the middle, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. He dropped the pillow and grabbed his penis instead. Then he crouched down on the ground, with his legs crossed over each other and his hands holding and began to wet his pants.

“I peed my pants!” Nick sobbed.

Aimee stared angrily at her ring bearer. “Now we’ll have to do it all over again, damn it!”

“Nicholas Dillon James Wilson! Do you know how much we paid for that tuxedo?! Do you know how much it will cost to get that dry-cleaned?!!” his mother shouted.

Nick started to cry as his mother continued to yell at him. He was so embarrassed!

“After this rehearsal we’re going straight home and you’re going to think about what you’ve done! Honestly, ruining an important rehearsal like this!”

The little boy wiped the tears from his eyes and went back to the starting place.

They rehearsed for about two hours, and then it was time to go home.

Jayne grabbed her son’s hand firmly and dragged him out to the station wagon. “Don’t sit on the seats! I’ll get you a towel. I can’t have you ruining my nice new car!”

The small boy sighed heavily and tried to hold back his tears. He couldn’t figure out why his mother was so cruel to him. It wasn’t his fault! …Was it?

The Christmas Concert

“Oh, don’t you look sweet Timmy?” said Carolyn as she flattened out his little suit for the Christmas concert. “My little man…”

“Carolyn, it’s time to go!” Doug called from the next room.

Carolyn grabbed Timmy’s hand and pulled him out to the car. She didn’t even ask if he needed to go potty. She was too busy and they were going to be late! They buckled him into the car and sped off to the school where the annual concert would be held. This was Timmy’s first one and Carolyn and Doug wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Carolyn looked back at her five-year-old son and smiled at him, “You’re going to be great sweet heart,” she told him. Even though he would only be standing there singing off-key like the rest of the kids, she felt the need to recognize his bravery. She wouldn’t be caught dead singing in front of an audience, even if it was with a choir.

Timmy was wiggling in the back seat, fiddling with his jacket. “You nervous, bud?” Carolyn asked.

The boy shrugged and continued to wiggle. He wasn’t much for talking.

When they finally got to the school, they sent Timmy off to his classroom and grabbed a seat near the front. Doug took out the video camera and turned it on to check that it was working. The other parents were doing the same thing. Carolyn smiled, “Oh Doug, I’m so excited! Timmy’s going to be great.”

“Mhm,” Doug replied, fiddling with the camera.

Then the kids came out on stage. The kindergarten class was large this year, but Timmy was visible in his spot at the centre of the front row. The teacher smiled and stepped up to the microphone. Her name was Miss McTavish, a skinny little lady from the south. Doug had a slight attraction to her, though he could never tell his wife. The young teacher spoke in a disguised accent, “Welcome to the Handler Memorial Elementary Kindergarten Christmas Concert! We’re going to be singing some classics, some modern, some religious, and some secular tunes, so keep an open mind. Without further ado, we’ll start with Jingle Bells!” The piano chimed; it was out of tune, though it didn’t matter for most of the children couldn’t sing well enough to understand.

Carolyn smiled as she watched her nervous little boy sway back and forth as he sang Jingle Bells with his hands in his pockets. “He’s looking quite nervous,” whispered Carolyn.

“Mhm,” Doug replied, zooming in on Miss McTavish’s breasts.

Jingle Bells ended swiftly and they were onto Up on the Housetop. Timmy was getting more and more fidgety. He looked uncomfortable. “Do you suppose that suit was too small for him?”

“I don’t know, Carolyn. He’s probably just freaked out with all these people looking at him.”

“Oh shit…”

“What?” Doug asked, pulling away from the camera.

“I forgot to take him to the bathroom before we came.”

“You think he’s got to go?”

“Damn! We can’t just grab him, can we?”

Doug shrugged, “Let’s just wait. If he gets desperate we’ll grab him.”

“But what if he has an accident up there?”

“He won’t, Carolyn.”

The two continued to watch their son dance and wiggle along to Silent Night and then Heron Carol. Little Timmy was getting anxious. He was squeezing his legs together and getting right into the ‘pee-pee dance’. Then he stuffed his hand down his pants and held his crotch tightly.

“Oh Doug, look at him! He’s going to pee his pants!” Carolyn got up and grabbed her son, rushing him out of the auditorium.

“Mommy I have to go pee-pee! I have to go really bad, right now!”

“It’s going to be okay sweetie, just hold it a little longer.”

“Mommy I really really have to go!”

Down the corridor, Carolyn saw the door to the washroom. She burst through the door of the boys’ room. All stalls were occupied, so she hurriedly tried to pull down Timmy’s pants. “Honey I need you to let go for a sec so you can go potty.”

Timmy whimpered, removing his hand. He started dancing again; a feeble attempt at staying dry. “Hurry Mommy!” he whimpered,”I can’t hold it anymore!”

Carolyn pulled down her son’s pants, revealing his suddenly soaked underwear. Timmy began to cry as the pee ran down his legs, drenching his shoes, socks, and dress pants.

Camp White Lake Part 15

Back at the cabin, Peter was laying down and reading his favourite passages in Leviticus when Nick came running in.  “Peter!  Jason peed his pants!”

Peter sighed deeply.  “Great.  I’ll take care of it.  Matt and Jeremy, can you two lead the rest of the cabin down to the lake for the swim test?  Let the director know I’ll be down after I take Jason to the nurse’s station.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes and Matt shyly pulled a T-Shirt over his boyish body.  He didn’t want to go swimming with Jeremy and Nick.  He felt like a little kid.

Peter headed to the bathrooms where Jason was laying on the floor in a puddle of his own urine, screaming.

“Hey man.  Let’s go get you cleaned up.  I brought some clothes for you for after your shower.  Accidents happen.”

Jason got up slowly, no longer screaming but tears were streaming down.  Peter handed him a towel to wrap around his waist and they walked up to the nurse’s station where there was laundry and a more private shower.

When they got there, Dave was filling in for the nurse, who was taking care of all of Cabin 1, who had somehow all gotten food poisoning from the peanut-free snacks one of them had brought.  “Sup, Peter?” Dave smiled, showing all his teeth.  His sunglasses were still on and he managed to look cool even in an unpleasant place like the medical supply cabin.

“Hey Dave.  Jason just needs to use the shower… we’ll wash his clothes and then we’re heading down to the lake.”

Dave nodded, “Cool man. Yeah, accidents happen.  Usually just to Cabin 1, but… whatever.”

“Shower’s just around the corner, Jason,” Peter gestured, “Just give yourself a quick rinse and put on your new clothes.  We’ll take care of the laundry.”

Jason said nothing.  He was quick to clean himself and quick to leave for the lake.

Dave raised an eyebrow.  “How is it that your preteen cabin has more issues than the six-year-olds?”

Peter snickered.  “I have no idea.”

“And how is it that you and I are on opposite ends of the camp ground but we keep running into each other?”

Peter blushed, “I guess we’re just meant to be…”

Dave grasped Peter’s hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Peter closed his eyes and reciprocated with his lips, bringing his body closer.  Their torsos and groins rubbed together awkwardly.

“I want you…” Dave whispered, his hand slowly caressing Peter’s erect penis, just as Reverent Chant pushed open the door.

Camp White Lake Part 14

Chris wasn’t awake yet, but Jason had decided to get up early and practice playing through F1 again.  He knew he would beat Chris, as he always did, but Jason didn’t want to get rusty at games.  As he drove around the loop, he felt the urge to pee growing.  Jason grabbed his crotch desperately, but couldn’t face losing this round.  He fell behind a few cars and wiggled around in his sleeping bag.

Peter looked over at Jason playing his game.  “Hey man, you’re taking that race pretty seriously.”

“Gotta win,” Jason gritted his teeth.  He took one hand off the Gameboy to adjust his crotch, falling behind even more.  Jason was losing both battles, but the race was nearly over.

“Hey Jason, do you need to go to the bathroom?” Peter queried.

“In a minute,” Jason grunted, “Gotta win.”

“Dude, you look like you really have to go.  You sure you don’t wanna just hit pause?  We’ve got a while before breakfast.”

“No!” Jason shouted, kicking off the covers of his sleeping bag, revealing his wriggling, desperate frame.  Tears were running down his rosy cheeks.  Jason felt himself losing control and shoved a hand down his pajama pants.  He hit the accelerate button with his nose; he couldn’t see the screen but knew the course off by heart.  “Ughh,” he grunted.  He had made it to the end of the race… albeit in last place.  He set down the Gameboy and got up to go to the bathroom, dancing vigorously with both hands holding his privates.  Jason headed to the bathrooms and when he got there, the other boys had taken all of the stalls.  The urinals were free, but Jason couldn’t go in front of other boys.  The pee-pee dance was no longer helping him hold it in.  He knocked on the door of one of the stalls, “I have to go to the bathroom!” he shouted.

“Hold your horses!” another boy shouted back.

“No!  I have to go to the bathroom!” Jason awkwardly screamed, “I have to go right now!”  He shut his eyes and scrunched his legs together.  “Hurry up!  I have to go pee!”  His heart was pounding.  He tried to scrunch himself smaller and smaller but the ache between his legs was growing.  A stream of urine shot down his leg.  Then another.  And another.  Jason let loose just as Nick emerged from the toilet stall.  Jason screamed and began to cry.

Jeremy came out from the one next to him. “Whoa, what the fuck?  That weird kid pissed himself, but there’s urinals right there.”

Nick said nothing and walked back to Cabin 6 with Jeremy in tow.

Camp White Lake Part 13

Nick woke to the sunrise… totally wet.  A cold sweat trickled down his back.  Had he wet himself the same as little Mikey?  It couldn’t be… he hadn’t wet the bed for years!  He pulled back his sleeping bag and looked down.  His pajama pants were soaked and… sticky.  It wasn’t pee though.  He groaned almost inaudibly and realized Jeremy was looking at him.

“Hey,” Jeremy whispered.

“Hey…?”

“Did you have one too?”

“One what?”

“You know, dude.  A wet dream.”

“Um… no?”

“Oh my god.  You don’t even know what a… ugh.  Come with me to the bathroom,” Jeremy grumbled.

“Um…”

“God!  Just trust me for five seconds, you loser.”  Jeremy slid off the bunk and Nick followed suit.  Nick followed his mentor into a shower stall and Jeremy turned on the water.  “When did you first start getting them?”

“Getting what?”

“Fucking boners!” Jeremy exclaimed.

“Oh, um, just this week.”

“Thank God I thought I was the only dude here.  Has anyone shown you what to do?  My mom’s boyfriend showed me how to fix it.”

“No…”

Jeremy pulled down his shorts to reveal his erect penis.  He began to demonstrate for Nick how to jack off.  Jeremy closed his eyes and came quickly.  “I like to think about Katie Lee in a bathing suit.  It helps sometimes.”

Nick was so nervous to try Jeremy’s method.  “So if you do that before you go to sleep, you won’t… wake up like this?”

“Hopefully,” Jeremy replied.  “Mom’s boyfriend says the best way is to put your dick inside a girl…”

Nick shook his head.  The thought of that horrified him.

Kyle’s Desperate Summer Part 2

Kyle closed the bathroom stall and wiped the tears off of his face. He peeled off his wet shorts and underwear and shoved them into the front pocket of his backpack. He was going to smell like a public bathroom for the whole flight!

“Kyle, hurry up! We’re going to miss the final boarding call!” Cody shouted.

Kyle pulled out his swim trunks and put them on. No time for fancy things like belts or underwear. He still felt like he needed to go pee, but time was running out. “I’m done,” he said, shyly emerging from the stall.

Cody raised an eyebrow. “Swim shorts? Really? Whatever, let’s go.” Cody grabbed his brother’s hand and they headed to their gate, which was about to do final boarding call.

“Just in time,” Kyle gasped. Running wasn’t the kindest thing he could do for his bladder and he had some regrets. He looked back at the bathroom longingly.

“Did you forget something?” Cody asked.

“Uh, no,” Kyle sheepishly lied.

Cody rolled his eyes and handed his brother his boarding pass.

“Aw man, the middle seat?!” Kyle whined.

“Mom booked these like a month ago. The plane is full, so it’s not like we can swap seats,” Cody replied, “I’m sitting in the middle seat in row 18.”

“Mine is 17,” Kyle sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to the claustrophobia of sitting next to two strangers. His stomach burned with anxiety and he almost forgot that he still needed to pee.

Kyle and Cody were the last two passengers to get on the plane. When Kyle found his row, he had to nearly climb over a very large woman who was almost asleep. Thankfully she got up when he politely said, “excuse me.” Once he sat down and buckled himself in, he felt a bit better about the scenario. Nobody had a crying baby or smelled really bad. As the flight attendant came by to check they had their seatbelts on, Kyle put up his hand.

“Yes, sweetie?” the chubby, older attendant asked.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Kyle didn’t even feel desperate yet, but felt as though now was the best time to go.

“Not until the seatbelt sign is off. We’re about to take off now. Can you wait a few minutes?”

Kyle nodded. He could wait a while still. He sat back in his seat and felt the rumbling of the plane as it began to roll down the runway. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling for his bladder or his anxious stomach, but Kyle closed his eyes and tried to hold it all in. He crossed his legs, trying not to fidget too much. Maybe he could just hold it for the whole flight?

Cody turned around and peeked over the seat to check on his brother. “You okay?” Cody whispered.

Kyle nodded. He could tell Cody felt bad that they weren’t sitting together. The first time they had come out to see their dad, Kyle was only six and it was over the Christmas break. The boys sat together, sharing the window seat and swapping off every few miles. About an hour into the flight, they hit a storm. The cabin shook so much, Kyle spent most of the flight with his face in a sick bag. The only reason he didn’t coat himself in a soup of his own puke was because Cody was there and ready to help.

Another twinge of desperation struck Kyle’s bladder. He crossed over the opposite leg and breathed out slowly through his nose. The seatbelt sign was still on. How much longer could it stay on for? Weren’t they finished taking off yet? His bladder was steadily swelling and Kyle’s knees knocked together as he trembled slightly.

Kyle leaned forward and grabbed his gameboy out of the side pocket of his backpack and started catching Pokemon again, in another failing attempt to distract himself. He held the B button and ran through the tall grass, fighting another Ratata, crossing his left leg over his right. It had only been a few minutes, and when he looked up, he saw the seatbelt sign was still on. Kyle suppressed a groan and fidgeted again, crossing his legs the opposite way. “I can hold it,” he told himself, as if the statement would aid him in his desperate attempt to silence his bulging bladder.

Finally, with a ding, the seatbelt sign shut off. “Whew!” Kyle thought as he nearly sprang out of his seat. Standing up made the pressure in his crotch even more unbearable, so he took care to steady himself. “Uh, sorry, excuse me,” he whispered to the woman sitting in the aisle seat. She opened her eyes groggily.

“Oh, sorry,” she replied. Kyle potty danced on the spot as the woman took her time getting up and letting Kyle out, “My goodness, you look like you’re about to burst…”

Kyle blushed, holding his crotch and snuck by hurriedly. The bathroom was still unoccupied! He could see the home stretch! He felt another spasm and leaked a few drops into his swim trunks, and adjusted himself again as he made his way down the aisle towards freedom.

An older man pushed in front of him and got to the bathroom door first. Kyle was forced to awkwardly wait. He could wait here for a few more seconds… probably. He twisted his right leg around his left, trying hard to not have to grab his penis in front of the flight attendants, but his begging bladder wouldn’t let up. Kyle winced and held himself for a few seconds to prevent another leak. He wished the guy in the toilet would hurry up! Didn’t he know other people had to pee? Kyle began to tap his foot impatiently. The rhythm helped him forget how badly he needed to go.

Suddenly, the plane hit some turbulence. Kyle hung onto the aisle seat closest to him and crossed his legs tightly. The man emerged from the bathroom, and just as Kyle was about to finally go in and relieve the burning pressure, a freckled flight attendant grasped his shoulder and said, “You need to return to your seat, hun. Just until the turbulence subsides.”

“B-but… I really-”

“We just need you to stay safe during the flight, hun.”

Kyle grabbed his crotch and slowly made his way back to his seat. The large woman let him back in and instantly fell asleep, while Kyle’s legs danced uncomfortably and the pressure continued to build up in his privates. He didn’t even want to turn on his Gameboy as he prayed desperately that the seatbelt sign would dim and he could finally go pee.

Cody turned around and saw his little brother having a very uncomfortable time. “You good, dude?”

It was all Kyle could do to shake his head, no. He winced and leaned forward as far as he could.

“If you’re gonna puke, you can use the barf bag in the back of the seat,” Cody reassured his brother.

“I…I’m not sick…” Kyle whispered, fidgeting again.

“What’s wrong then?” Cody asked.

“They wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and now… I just have to go so bad!” Kyle whispered.

“Again?” Cody rolled his eyes.

Kyle dug his hand into his crotch and held himself. He felt like he was about to cry the pressure was so bad. He couldn’t pee his pants again! And he was already almost out of dry clothes.

Camp White Lake Part 12

Chris was already asleep in his bed by the time the rest of Cabin 6 got back to their bunks. Dave dropped the boys off and said a quick “good night” to Peter before heading back to his cabin. Matt and Jeremy were quietly snickering about Chris’s unfortunate puke incident. Mikey looked uncomfortable and shy, but Nick had slowly become friends with the youngest member of the cabin and was showing him how to make cat’s cradle with some string he kept in his pocket. Jason was very excited to get back to his Gameboy and barely noticed his best friend was already basically unconscious.

Mikey could barely concentrate on what Nick was showing him – he was regretting throwing away all of his GoodNites. What if he was still a bedwetter?

Nick grabbed Mikey’s hands and tried to show him how to fix the knots he had created, “Like this.”

“I’m tired. Maybe we can try tomorrow,” Mikey whispered as he let go of the string. He went to his backpack and looked for his pajamas.

Nick put the string in his pocket and found his pajamas. He removed his shirt and his pants… and discovered the sticky mess in his underwear had happened again. It wasn’t as bad as earlier, but it was still unpleasant. He shyly hid his body and tossed the underwear in the bottom of his bag, quickly covering himself with his pajamas. Luckily, nobody noticed and Nick slunk beneath the covers of his sleeping bag.

Mikey felt very little shame, as he had shared a room with Matt for most of his life. He took his time putting on his pajamas, wondering if he should try and go pee before bed or if he would be okay. He decided against, as his feet were cold and he was tired. Mikey slipped on his pajama pants and curled up on the bunk below his brother.

Matt jumped down from his bunk. “Mikey, aren’t you gonna brush your teeth?” Matt asked.

“Um, no,” Mikey replied.

“Okay? What about… you know…”

Mikey looked confused.

“Aren’t you gonna go pee?” Matt whispered, “Just in case?”

“No!” Mikey hissed, “I don’t have to go.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say I told ya so,” he warned as he and Jeremy made their way to the bathroom for their final trip of the evening.

“It’s lights out in ten minutes, boys. If any of you need to use the facilities, brush your teeth, or have a quick shower, now’s the time,” Peter warned.

Mikey pulled the sleeping bag over his head and shut his eyes. Camp was definitely tiring.

When the rest of the boys came back and Peter shut off his flashlight, Mikey felt like maybe he should’ve gone to the bathroom after all. But it wasn’t too bad. He could probably make it until morning. It was too late now.

Mikey woke up to the excruciating and desperate urge to pee. He flung himself out of bed and walked as fast as he could to the bathroom, holding on with both hands. He was relieved to have made it all night, but at the same time he was afraid he wouldn’t make it to the toilet in time. He held as tightly as he could and thankfully there was a hole in his pajama pants that he could pee out of, because he wasn’t sure if he could get them off. The release was nice and… warm?

Mikey’s eyes jolted open as he felt himself soak his sleeping bag. He gasped heavily and sat up in the pitch black. He looked around to see if anyone was awake, but he couldn’t see anything. He finished going and the sleeping bag was completely soaked. Mikey was shaking with fear. Where would he sleep?! Why had he gotten rid of his GoodNites?! Mikey lay back down and started to cry.

The bunk bed started to shake. Mikey was scared that Peter would find him and yell at him and the camp would send him home.

“Hey, Mikey,” came a familiar whisper from the darkness.

Mikey sniveled, “Matt?”

“Are you okay?” Matt whispered.

“Matt… I… I peed…”

Matt said nothing and came and sat with his brother, “It’s okay. Did Mom pack you another pair of pajamas?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, let’s go to the bathroom and you can change and shower… I’ll see if Peter can get you another sleeping bag.”

“N-no… he’ll be mad!”

“It’s fine. It happens,” Matt reassured his little brother. He went over to Peter’s stand alone bed and shook him awake. “Peter…”

“Mmmm what?” Peter groggily shook himself awake.

“My brother wet the bed,” Matt told him, “Can we get him a new sleeping bag?”

“We might have some blankets at the nurse’s station. I don’t have a key though… he’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry,” Peter closed his eyes.

“We’re going to the bathroom to clean Mikey up,” Matt said, “We’ll be back soon.”

“Mm-hmm,” Peter replied, slowly getting up from his bunk to deal with Mikey’s accident.

Matt took his brother’s hand and his backpack and they headed to the bathroom.

“Rinse yourself off in the shower and then put on your new PJs,” Matt commanded.

His little brother was still sobbing.  “I feel sick!”

“Are you gonna puke?”

“N-no…”

“Do you need to eat something?  You had next to no dinner.”  Matt handed him the two chicken nuggets he had stashed earlier.  “Seriously, dude, you need to eat.  And next time it’s nearing lights out, go to the friggin’ bathroom.”

“Okay,” he weakly replied.  Mikey wiped the tears from his eyes and scarfed down the cold nuggets.  He then removed his wet pajamas and had a quick shower.