Briinngg!
“Joey!” 
“Hi Mister.” Joey mumbled back, a frown strewn across his face. Oh, that’s not the bubbly little cheetah I know. It put a pit in my stomach, I almost never see him like this…hope nothing from yesterday caused any trouble.
“Hey buddy…” I kneeled and rubbed his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure…” I looked around the area, feeling nervous pricks in my back at the possibility of what this secret might be. “You wanna tell me inside?” He nodded. It was a casual quiet walk into the living room, I decided not to ask about any urges this time. “Alright…” I sat on the couch, and he hopped up to take his place next to me like during our cartoon lunches. It was always cute how his feet couldn’t reach the floor. “What do you wanna tell me buddy?”
Joey looked up at me, his pouting cheeks growing pink. “Mister, you promise you won’t tell anybody?”
“Of course, I pinky promised.” I said, sticking out the sacred finger.
Joey hesitated, watching my finger with trembling eyes before he hooked his pinky on to mine. “Mister…I wet the bed today.” He confessed, looking away.
“Oh…” I held back my chuckles. “Don’t feel bad buddy, it happens to all big kids.” I pet his head, though his sad expression was unphased.
“And it felt really good too, it made my pee-pee really pokey when I woke up.”
“O-oh. W-well…that’s good then!”
“And when my mommy found out, I told her it’s Ok because it felt good, and yesterday you said things that make me feel good were good things, but then she got really mad at me.”
“Oh.” Suddenly I felt cold. “Uh…is mommy mad at me too?”
“No, I didn’t tell her you said it because I don’t want her to get mad at you too.”
“Oh…Ok.” Good boy. I wrapped my arm around him. “Aww, I’m sorry mommy got upset Joey.”
He leaned on my shoulder and went on in a quieter voice. “My mommy was really mad because I wet the bed a lot and she says only babies do that…”
A lot? My ears perked in intrigue. “How often does it happen?”
His embarrassed pout turned a deeper shade of red. “A lot…”
“How much is a lot? Every few nights?” Joey looked down at his feet and shook his head. “Hey…it’s Ok, you can tell me.” I rubbed his shoulder and reached over for the remote. His ears flickered at the sound of the TV turning on. “I bet it’s not even that much.” 
Joey lifted his head. His face stayed sullen, but happy cartoons seemed to soften his woes. “…Once a week.” He barely vocalized.
“Aww, that’s not bad.” I felt myself grow warm. It could be worse, but that’s certainly a lot for a potty-trained boy, cute. “That doesn’t make you a baby, plenty of bigger kids have even more accidents.”
“Really?” He lit up with cautious optimism.
“Yeah, and a baby couldn’t be the best mailman in the world, could he?”
“No…I guess not.” A shy smile returned to his face.
“And it makes you feel really good.” I couldn’t resist. “What do you like about wetting the bed?”
“B-but I don’t like it.” He grew antsy trying to deny it, but his embarrassed smile said otherwise.
“So then why did it make your pee-pee hard?”
“U-um…”
“It’s Ok to like it Joey, that doesn’t make you a baby. In fact, you’re pretty brave to even tell me. A baby wouldn’t be that brave.”
He giggled and squirmed in my embrace, so flustered. “I guess I do kinda like it…” He answered, looking away to the TV.
Yes, good boy. I let the paw on his head drag down to cup his face. “Does it feel good to be wet?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded in my paw with that happy kitty smile. “It’s really tickly when my undies and blanket are wet, and it makes it really tight and drippy all over my private parts. Especially when it’s warm.” He shimmied his knees on the couch. “Ooh, my pee-pee’s shaking!” He squeezed his crotch.
Mmm, he’s getting worked up at just the thought. And how he could not? He said warm too, implying he prefers when it’s fresh pee marinating in his bed. I could imagine him slowly waking up to a new accident, hot dribbles sliding down every nook and crevice along his little body, soaking into his fur and heating his flesh, all the while huffing away at that numb tingling of a recently burst bladder echoing through his twitching length. Ugh, and the way that stinging feline urine must smell in the morning at its least hydrated… “And do you like how it smells too?”
“A little bit, it feels funny in my nose.” He pointed at said nose and pulled a silly cross-eyed face looking at his finger. “But my mommy really doesn’t like it…” His frown made a reappearance.
“Aww…” I gave his cheek a rub. “I bet it smells great…I really liked how your wet undies smelled yesterday.” I said in a low voice. 
“Really?!” There’s that smile.
“Yeah…” I shifted to the other side of his face. “I thought it made your undies even cuter. Those smells mean that a big boy’s been having a lot of fun…enjoying how his undies feel on his special parts.” Slapstick sound effects from the TV filled the silence in between responses. It gave the room a friendly, whimsical feel. How fitting for a sweet boy’s new discoveries.
“They do feel really good…” Joey moved an idle paw back to his crotch to knead that subtle bulge in his shorts. He’s getting that feeling again…I thought of offering to help him satisfy that itch, but then he suddenly leaned in for a hug. “Thank you Mister, I feel a lot better now!”
“Y-you’re welcome.” His innocent swings continue to surprise me.
He hopped off the couch. “I have a lot of mail to deliver today, I hafta go now or Mr. post office boss will get mad at me for being late.”
“Wait, don’t you want something to drink?” After what we talked about thus far, I can’t pass up such an opportunity to test those boundaries.
Joey’s eyes lit up with an excitement I don’t usually see for drink offers. Great minds think alike. “Yes, yes Mister!” He answered with a hop.
“Good boy.” I said with a grin that his young mind wouldn’t understand the meaning behind. I packed Joey the classic bottle of lemonade and sent him along his merry way. “Bye Joey!”
“Bye Mister!” He waved and took off down the street. Now, just the very, very painful waiting game.
* * *
Briiiiinnnnggggg!
“Joey!”
“M-Mister!” Joey trembled, hunched over and both paws jammed in his crotch. He could barely look up at me, but the glee on his face showed clear. “Ooh…I have to go really…really bad!” He exclaimed through huffs.
Yes! “I see! Quick, come in!”
“I…c-can’t.” He grunted as he crossed his legs and doubled over, his smile contorting through the strains.
“Oh…” My heart raced, he just got here and he’s already about to explode. Is he doing this on purpose? …Should I be worried about any on-lookers? “Uh, Joey let me carry-”
“Wait, wait!” He shouted as I approached. “Hnng!” He grunted and took a twisted half step forward to unfurl his legs. Instantly I heard a loud hiss start roaring from his pants before he could even release his crotch. “Ahhh…” He sighed, his mouth drooping open in a dreamy smile. He almost seemed to start melting before me. I could see all the tension, all the trembles leave his body, save for those pee-shivers fluttering his hips. Just seconds after the hissing started, so did golden droplets start to rain down from the insides of his shorts, simultaneously with a patch appearing on his crotch. His heavy flow quickly overwhelmed the polyester and flowed through the fabric, giving the dark blue of his shorts a contrasting shiny waterfall.
I was speechless, Joey stared back at me with an expression so pleasured with relief it looked sensual. His accident continued, multiple streams flowing down his legs and pouring off his shorts. His raging river drained through the boards of my porch, creating a sound quite close to that of a mini waterfall as urine splattered underneath. “Unf…” Joey grunted, his legs trembling as his flash flood started to slow. It was like listening to the final droplets of squeezed mop, he let out so much. “Ah…Mister…” His soft voice, almost a moan, made me shiver. “I’m finished…” He smiled, burning red in his afterglow. “Mmm…my pee-pee’s hard again…” Joey grabbed his crotch, urine squeezed through his fingers and dripped off the noticeable twitching bulge his paw was wrapped around.
“U-uh, uh, oh my god…” I was shaking almost as much as he was. Oh my god, how that must feel, how long he must’ve held that in, the naughty thoughts racing through his young mind. Oh my god…what if the neighbors see?! “J-Joey, l-let’s go inside!” I grabbed his paw and tugged him along. He felt so limp and slack in this new state.
“But Mister I’m wet!” I could hear his squishy steps following behind me.
“It’s Ok.” Those are gonna leave a nice smell…
I kept going until we were safely in the comfort of the living room. Away from prying eyes, and in a place comfortable enough for Joey to be open with me. “Oh my gosh…” I had to pause just to take a look at him. He giggled as I eyed up his soaked shorts. It was subtle against the already dark blue color of the fabric, but there was a mountain shaped soaked stain left by his raging rapids that still dripped onto my floors. “You…y-you had to go really bad.” I flustered.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh!” He eagerly nodded. “I drank all your lemonade, and got water from the store, so by the time I got back to your house I thought my bladder was gonna pop! It hurt really bad!”
“Aww, I’m sorry it hurt…” I kneeled to pet his head. My heart thumped looking at those soaked pants, his bladder must be stinging after such a long hold. I know a little rub would feel so good for the little guy. “At least it feels a lot better now…” I couldn’t help myself. With my heart racing, I took a risk and slipped a paw up Joey’s shirt just above his waistband. I kept an eye on his face for any distress, but he only gave a ticklish flinch and purred at my touch. “And you’re such a good boy for making it all the way here.” He giggled and blushed pink at my compliment. I smiled, he’s ready to feel good.
I used my fingertips to rub in small little circles on his lower belly. I could feel the shudder of his little tummy muscles and hear the soft puffs of his breath in my ear. “How does it feel here Joey?”
“M-my bladder feels k-kinda sore.” His voice shuddered with every circle.
“Aww…” I added just a bit of pressure into my fingers. I could feel his muscles tense and hear a small gasp…but, out of the corner of my eye I saw that bulge in his shorts twitch. “Do my rubs help?”
“Uh-huh.” Joey nodded, a smile on his face. “Your hand feels really nice Mister.”
“Hmmm…” The subtle indents of his pelvic lines teased me. He surely wouldn’t mind if I went lower. “What about here?” I moved my fingers down to the beginning of his crotch, low enough to the point that each rub nudged his waistband and pressed on his pubic mound.
“Nnngn…” He whined, I could feel his whole body shaking trying not to pull away. “I-it f-feels funny…” He looked down at my paw, a face burning pink and floaty pleasured eyebrows.
I smirked, barely containing my enjoyment. “Is that a ‘good’ funny?”
Joey nodded. “Yeah…” He shifted into a wider legged stance. I could feel him subtly pushing his crotch out against my touches, as if trying to grind against my fingers. “Mpf!” He grunted, straining to withstand those heavy sensations on his sore bladder. “Ah…” He quietly rasped out, I could feel his muscles pulse. “It’s making my pee-pee pokey…”
I glanced down and sure enough, there was a little tent growing at the top of his wet patch. “It sure is…” I laid a paw on his head, another on his hip, and kneeled down to his eye level. He looked at me with those soft shy eyes that had a glint of cautious excitement. I smiled back. “You’re such good a boy Joey.” I gave his head a few rubs and leaned in to sniff that wet spot. That sharp, warm scent of fresh boy juice burned my nose so pleasantly. I let that breath hesitate for just a second before sighing it out. I hoped his shutters at that moment were a reaction to the sensation of my breath on his tender boy parts. “Smells like you’ve been feeling good too…” I dotted his tummy with a finger and made gentle circles.
Joey flinched and giggled. “Yeah…” He reached down and pulled on his shorts fabric to rub it against his little hard-on. I watched his bulge bounce and twitch, his eyes full of giddy enchantment. “My pee-pee feels really good too.”
“I can help make it feel even better.” It slithered out of my mouth without even thinking.
“Really?” His eyes widened.
“Yeah…can I touch it?”
“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!” He nodded quickly. 
I smiled. Good boy…With no more restraint to hold me back, I inched in with pursed fingers, and gently gripped that little bulge through his shorts. Joey jumped with a gasp, his eyes flaring wider with that touch. I felt his warm little length flinch and flex in my fingers. “Joey, tell me how you feel.” I squeezed gently, tiny hints of moisture oozed out the layers of his shorts and undies. I feel his hard member twitch wildly underneath, his racing heart pulsing through that flesh.
“U-uum…” His ponderance melted into a moan. “R-really, really, tickly.” His knees shivered, tickly enough to make his hips squirm it seems.
“Do you like it?”
“Y-yeah. It feels really good…” His open mouth let out shuddered breaths as I rubbed my fingers back and forth horizontally on his little shaft.
“How do your undies feel?”
“R-really…h-hot…” His voice grew airy. “I-it’s dripping down my pee-pee…mmmf.” His muscles clenched, resisting the urge to flinch.
“Me too.” With just a bit of extra squeeze, tiny streams of moisture drizzled down the inside and outsides of his shorts. “Can you feel where those drops are going?”
“Y-yeah.” His hips shifted, as if trying to follow the path of his urine. “Down my pee-pee and…down my balls and…” He pointed to his crotch with a hooked finger. “And that place under my balls too.”
“And how does that feel?” I shifted to up and down rubs, the shape of his boyhood stretching the fabric.
“A-ah!” Joey started shaking hard, pressing his knees together as if desperate again. I could feel the veins in his member pump with equal intensity. “R-really, really, really, tickly…hah.” He reached down to grip my wrist.
“Do you want me to stop Joey?” I asked, just a tint of concern tightening my chest.
“No…” He quickly shook his head. “Ohhh, Mister…” His eyes scrunched close with a blazing red on his cheeks. He rose on his tiptoes into my paws, I had to grip his hip to keep him from falling over.
Ooh, he must be close. Is this gonna be his first time?! “How does it feel Joey?”
“Eh…eh…eh…” His breaths were marked with soft vocals. “I-it f-feels…ah!” He gasped, his eyes going wide again.
“Yeah, yeah?” My paw sped up on his hard on, growing moist with kitty pee.
“Ahh!” He shouted, his entire body going as stiff as his erection. “I’m gonna pee my pants, I’m gonna pee my pants!” He squeezed hard on my wrist, his knees shaking. He must be feeling his little parts surge.
I smiled ear to ear. “Go ahead buddy…” I used my other paw to press down on the spot above his bladder. “Let it out.”
“Eh, ehh, eeeh…” His little grunts rose to a crescendo. “Eeeeeeh, Misteeeeer!” He cried out, his eyes rolling back and brimming with pleasured tears. His mouth hung open and his head leaning back as his body rolled on each blazing wave of his orgasm. A little twitch, starting at his head and traveling down to make his crotch thrust into my paw. My brows rose, I could feel his length pump between my fingers on each seize of his body. No way he’s old enough to…produce, is he?
“Ahhh…” A residual moan slipped from him as he started to wind down from his orgasm. Ooh, just the thought that I gave such a young soft boy such a powerful feeling made me shiver. My fingers grew idle on his bulge for a moment to let him ride out those sensations. Though, I couldn’t help just one more greedy stroke. “Ah!” A sharp yelp and a flinch. Ok, Ok, I chuckled and released his bulge. Too sensitive for his own good.
Those rolls and twitches became smaller and further apart as the kitty gradually loosened back up. I held onto his hips again as he readjusted his footing to that new post-pleasure gravity. “Oooh…” He looked down at his shorts with misty eyes. “D…d-did I pee?” He pulled on the fabric, pressing it tighter on his bulge to check for drips.
“I dunno…” I said softly, reaching up to rub his face. He looked extra soft and vulnerable in this frazzled state. “You should check inside your undies to make sure.”
Joey tucked his thumbs into his briefs’ waistband and pulled them forward to peek down at his boy parts. I held my breath waiting for his confirmation… “I didn’t.” He sounded disappointed.
I tilted my head. “Nothing?” I rose up on my knees and inched closer to take in the view for myself. At this point, Joey shouldn’t mind at all. 
“Nothing.”
“Oh…” Peering down into his undies, this time a soccer ball pattern, was a stout pinked tip kitty penis, pointing at a deflated angle as his hot feelings wore down. Cute, but no new liquids, of any kind, to be found. Just the same darkened moist fabric from the earlier accident. So, he’s not old enough to ‘produce.’ That’s Ok…he’ll have plenty of time to practice. “Did you want to pee again?”
Joey nodded, letting his elastic waistband snap back up. “Yeah, it would’ve felt really good.”
“But did my rubs feel really good too?” I asked, another pet on his cheek.
“Yeah, they did!” He nodded again, that smile springing back to his face. “It felt really tingly at first, but then it felt super tingly like my bladder was gonna explode but it didn’t! And it didn’t even hurt at first like when I really have to pee!”
“That’s great!” Ah, of course he enjoyed it. He’s such a good boy, he earned it. “Have you ever felt like that before?”
“No Mister,” He shook his head with a bubbly kitty smile. “I never felt that tingly, not even when I really have to pee! Can you do it again Mister? Please, please?” He asked with excited hops.
My heart was gonna melt, it was so wholesome, and also so exciting that this experience left him immediately wanting more. “Maybe another day,” I said with a pet on his head. “You’ve been here for a long time and you still need a bath. We don’t want Mommy to worry about you.” It hurt to reject his pleas, but it’s best that neither of us get in trouble.
“Oh. Oh yeah…” A frown fell on his face, but it quickly disappeared with new joy. “Thank you for helping me feel really nice Mister.” He said while coming in for a hug.
“Y-your welcome buddy.” I flinched, he pressed his wet body right against me. Not because I minded, but how excited I was to feel that warm moisture seep into my shirt, even for a second.
“I’m hafta go home now, but I really hope we get to have more fun again.” Joey let me go and rushed towards the door. 
I shot back to my feet. “Wait, wait, but your bath Joey!”
“It’s Ok Mister,” he said, pausing at my door. “I run so fast it’ll dry off!”
“Joey-” He twisted the knob and stepped out of the door, re-exposing his wet bottom half to the world. The wood on my porch hadn’t even completely dried yet.
I was helpless but to watch him skip back his cart, not a worry in the world. It was probably best not to beg a urine-soaked cub back into my house out in the open. “Bye Mister!”
“Bye Joey…” With a wave he was off again. I could feel my heart beating in my ears thinking of what consequences tomorrow may bring.