Jared with No Modesty

I know we usually just talk about stuff we have seen on here, but I have a story about a neighbor kid I knew. Don’t worry it won’t creep anyone-out.

I was in my late twenties, and some neighbors and I became friends. They were my age and had a little boy Jared who was elementary school age. We all got together often for backyard cook-outs and beers. I ended up coaching a youth soccer team one spring and Jared was on my team. I had became pretty good friends with the young family.

 Eventually us guys started going fishing, and on a few camp-outs. One particular camp-out was a cold rainy week-end. I was the type of crappy weather when most folks would have given up and headed home to stay warm. My friend was from a Northern US state, so he was proudly undaunted by the weather. The truth is, he was a bit fanatical about fishing at this point. He was determined to catch fish at any opportunity, even if the wind chill was near 10 degrees and raining. Young Jared braved the cold out on the pier at the lake for quite a while. Eventually, he and I decided to go thaw out our limbs by the campfire. He also announced he needed to go piss pretty bad, but the slippery wooden planks prevented us from hurrying much, as we might fall. We were almost to the public restroom, when he stopped and made a face. His expression soon turned to embarrassment. The lil guy held it as long as he could, but he'd pissed his pants. We bypassed the restrooms, and went straight to camp, so he could change into some dry clothes.

I am not his parent and probably had limited experience in kids and piss-soiled clothes, but I really felt sorry for the kid and knew I needed to help him out. In their tent I located his overnight bag, then some pants, socks and undies. Then stripped him from the waist-down.  I grabbed a wet-nap to wipe off his body. It was entirely too cold to take him back to the showers.  So I did a diligent job of camp hygiene on the lil guy trying my best to get the kid’s skin wiped off. Of course the source of the urine also required this attention too. Now sure, he is old enough to wipe his behind side as needed, but how often does a guy wipe down his front with a wet-nap. I applied just enough attention to serve the job, and did not linger in that area any longer than needed, I certainly did not touch his penis with any part of my hand, especially since he’s not under my direction or parental authority. I held his undies as he stepped in, then repeat with the fleece athletic pants. He sat so I could put on his socks, shoes and we retired to the warm crackling campfire. I helped him prepare a stick so he could cook a hot-dog and we both had a snack.

I suppose it was an hour or two later, Dad was still not back form the pier, I was busy making dinner and general camp duties, when Jared announced he had wet himself yet again. We returned to the tent, and repeated the same procedure as before. Off with the wet clothes, scrounge for another set of dry ones. I’m wiping him off as before and he rests his hand on my shoulder….. to steady himself I assumed. But he stated, “Be sure to get it all off, I don’t wanna smell like pee.”

 

I grabbed one more wet-nap and gave his legs and little privates one last wipe to assure he was clean. He thanked me and we proceeded to dressing him as before. There were not further accidents, and the group enjoyed the remainder of the camp-out despite the fact he had to wear the same clothes on the next day. I never actually told Dad about the bladder trouble and I think Jared appreciated that.

Some months later, I was at their home for a supper. I needed to go piss. They only had a single bathroom, but Jared was in there taking a bath. The parents said to go anyway, he won’t mind, as long as I didn’t. I went in, and Jared was laying face up in the tub, playing with nerf balls, and other bath toys. However he clearly had a young erection. I  tried to avert my eyes, and didn’t acknowledge I had seen his state. He ignored me, and kept playing with his toys and squeezed the water out of the nerf ball right on to his erect penis. I glanced over my shoulders to exchange a couple of kid convo sentences. He had no modesty or guilt about touching his young boner, fully displayed before me. He held it flat against his tummy and allowed it to bounce free pointing straight at a 90 degree from his body. I could have stayed for a while chatting, but was afraid I would develop a raging boner of my own, if I kept watching him and his soldier at attention. I finished my business, flushed, and returned to the adults in the living room.

Nothing weird ever happened between us, and I didn’t have any crazy thoughts about Jared, however at one point I suspected that perhaps that second accident of him urinating his pants, might have been slightly planned. I’ll never know for sure.

Eric