"Wee-wee! Wee!"

It's been a long time since this happened. But reading these stories brought it back. Me and a friend were playing in the park one day. Here came a man pushing a little boy in one of those red and yellow plastic cars. They followed some of the park trails and came past us again from time to time. After while we were sitting in the picnic shelter when they went by on the sidewalk. The little boy suddenly put on his brakes and said "Wee-wee!" His father answered "Not now. Let's go home. Wait till we get home."

The little guy had a one-track mind. "Wee-wee! Wee-wee!" he insisted. We were sitting at one of the picnic tables, watching the whole scene and about to die on the inside but forcing ourselves to keep a straight face. The boy's father pushed faster and tried to reason with his son, saying things like "Not here" and "Not now" and "Let's hurry home."

But the boy was already climbing out of his moving car and eluding his father. We heard the dad clearly say "Shit!" to himself as the little dude took off running to a flower bed. While his father was hurrying to get there the kid wrestled his pants and briefs completely off. He stood with his naked bottom in full view while he pissed into the flowers. "Wee-wee! Wee-wee!" he said, happy as a lark while people walked and biked past the embarrassed father.

The man grabbed up his son. He threw the little guy's pants and underwear into the red and yellow car. They headed out of the park at a fast pace, the man pushing the empty car and carrying his half-naked son.

My friend and I looked at each other when they were out of earshot. He said to me, "Wee-wee!" I replied "Well, wee-wee to you too!" Both of us fell on the floor laughing our butts off.

But there was more to come. We were very good friends, just beginning to slightly hint at private things when we were alone. "Wee-wee" became our code for getting our peters out. At first we just treated each other to a quick look or a shared piss. From there we progressed to touching and gently examining what God had given us, getting things started by one of us sort of asking "Wee-wee?" to see if the other one was up for some fun.


Then during seventh grade fate added a new dimension to the old phrase. "Wee-wee," one of us would whisper to the other one. And we'd go off to one of our secret places and mess around with our skinny little erections until we were right on the verge of climaxing. "Wee-wee! Wee-wee! "Wee-wee" we'd whisper, and the end result of our play-time would come spraying out of our rigid little stiffies while we shared the moment of orgasm.

"Wee-wee," we sighed while we got our breath, happy as a two-year-old pissing in a flower bed.

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