Briiinnngg!
	I placed a shivering paw on the doorknob. Please, just let there be my happy little mailboy on the other side of this door. I gulped and twisted the knob…I breathed a sigh of relief upon pushing the door open, I had gotten half of my wish. “Joey.”  It was my little mailboy and him only, but he didn’t look so happy.
	“Hi Mister.” He said in a sad mumble mirroring yesterday morning.
	I felt a pang of guilt, he definitely got in trouble. “Do you wanna come in and talk Joey?” He nodded. I walked him to the living room with a paw on his shoulder and sat him down on the couch. I turned on the TV, this was a case that needed some light hearted background material. “What happened buddy?” I asked with a comforting head scratch.
	Joey shifted his glum eyes to the TV, taking a moment to prepare his story. “My mommy got really mad again when I got home yesterday.” He turned to me, his eyes trembling. “She could smell my accident and…and she made me wear a…diaper when I went to bed.” He looked away on that last note. “And she said if I pee my pants again, she’ll make me wear diapers every time I do the mail.” His tender voice sounded on the verge of cracking.
	“Aww, Joey…” I pulled him into a hug. “I’m sorry mommy’s being mean to you.”
	“M-Mister,” He sniffled, looking up at me with teary eyes. “I don’t want to be a baby, b-but I r-really like feeling good…”
	“You’re not a baby Joey…” I said, wiping a tear off his face. “You’re the fastest, bravest, biggest boy I’ve ever known. Not even many big boys are brave enough to wet his pants in front of a grown-up like you did. And it was even braver how you let me help you feel good.”
	“Yeah…” He said, but a frown held fast on his face.
	“You’re already such a big boy, mommy just doesn’t know it yet…” I paused, giving his cheeks a rub as those tear streaks dried. His pouty face and that light pink in his cheeks made him look so soft, so pretty in my grasp. I couldn’t resist asking… “Did you like wearing a diaper Joey?”
	His eyes flickered at that question, trying to hide his surprise at hearing it. “B-but they’re for babies.”
	That wasn’t a ‘no.’ “Says who? If they’re only for babies, how did such a big boy like you fit in them, huh?” I asked with a playful flutter at his nose.
	“U-um…” Another blush grew on his face.
	“It’s Ok, remember Joey liking something doesn’t make it bad. Big boys do what makes them feel good no matter what anybody thinks.”
	“Um…i-it did feel a little good to wear it…” He mumbled, barely audible.
	“Really?” I tilted my head in faux surprise. “How did it feel?”
	“Mmmm…” Joey whined, embarrassed and bothered. But fiddling with his fingers, he found the strength to continue. My good boy. “I-it felt really soft on my pee-pee, a-and when it’s wet and warm it feels all squishy too. And I really liked to squeeze it when my pee-pee’s hard too.” He finished with a budding smile, that embarrassment turning to excitement as he reminisced. 
	I smiled ear-to-ear. “That’s great Joey! See? Having an accident wasn’t that bad, you’re still not a baby.”
	“But Mister…it wasn’t really an accident.” His giggles had a hint of mischief in them. 
	“Oh? You mean you did it on purpose.” My voice lowered on its own, so intrigued in his answers.
	He nodded. “I woke up dry this morning, but I wanted to see how it feels, so I tried to pee a little but I ended up peeing a lot.” He confessed with that proudly naughty impish smile. 
	“It sounds like you really had to go.” Ooh, on purpose ‘accidents’ now, he’s fallen in love with all these new feelings. So much to the point he can’t even stop himself mid soaking, precious.
	“I did.” He continued, sounding extra bubbly to share another bathroom habit. “I always have to go really bad when I wake up. I thought if I peed a little I could stop, but then my pee-pee felt really tight and tingly and all my pee kept coming out.” He recounted, rubbing a paw just above his crotch.
	“I bet that felt really good…” I slipped my paw next to his and copied his circles with the tips of my fingers. He let out a pleasured huff through his nose and I felt his tummy muscles relax under my touch.
	“It really did Mister. It made my pee-pee really pokey too. But even when I squished it with my diaper, I couldn’t make it feel as tickly as you did yesterday.”
	“Hmmm…” I checked the time, it’s quickly approaching the limits of his daily breaktime. How unfortunate we couldn’t go for a quick bit of fun. “Do you wanna come back later? I can make it feel all tickly again.”
	“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Joey bounced in his seat.
	I chuckled, of course he does. “Ok, then it’s a promise.” I stuck out my pinky, Joey didn’t hesitate to hook on his. “As long as you’re a good boy today.”
	“I’ll be a good boy!”
	“I know you will.” I pet his head. Yes, yes he will. I refilled his canteen with ice cold soda, a nice crisp contrast to those warm fall afternoons. I felt extra optimistic waving him away this time. “Bye Joey!”
	“Bye Mister!” He waved and the best mailboy ever was off to return even better.
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	Briiiiinnnnggggg!
	“Joey!”
	“Mister, Mister!” Joey hopped in place, a tight grip on his crotch making his shorts rippled. “I have to go to the bathroom! It’s an emeeeeergencyyyy!” He extended that last word with gusto, his dancing feet chopped up his cheery voice.
	“It sure looks like one!” I felt just as excited as he looked. “Can you make it inside buddy?”
	“I think so!” He took twisting steps back and forth, too desperate for even a jog in place.
	“Ooh, better run in quick then!” I stood back to let him skitter in as usual, although I doubted that he was too concerned with ‘making it.’
	And, it appears that suspicion was right. “Mister, Mister!” Instead of running in, Joey ran up to me. He released one paw from his crotch to grab mine. “Can you come with me?” He asked, jumping from foot to foot.
	“O-oh, s-sure!” I stumbled over my tongue with excitement. I let the door slam shut as Joey pulled me along. 
	“Mister hurry! My pee’s gonna come out!”
	“I-I’m trying!” I couldn’t pick up my feet fast enough, even with a big grown-up in tow he had plenty of torque to spare. Suffice to say we made it to my bathroom in a matter of seconds.
	“Aaaah!” Joey shouted as he crossed the door frame, feeling those sharp bladder pangs reach their blazing peak. For a moment, my little mailboy seemed determined to make it this time. I felt a tint of disappointment watching him dash to the toilet with his paws already gripping his waistband…but only for a moment.
	Joey ran up to the toilet in a sideways gallop, stopping with his backside and raised tail facing the seat. “Ah!” Just one more urgent screech before he yanked down his shorts and slammed his rump on the toilet seat…with his briefs still on. A gasp and a flash of shock through his eyes, throwing up his arms to stabilize himself against the harsh landing and rapid shift of sensations in his crotch. But a split second later, that euphoria hit. “Ooh! Ahh…” He sank into the toilet seat as his legs lolled open, and a loud hiss bounced off the walls. 
His already dripping briefs, light blue with a yellow duck pattern, instantly oversaturated from the sudden flood of urine, gaining a shine from the layer of pee that soaked into its fibers. That clinging golden layer quickly expanded from the top of his bulge, soaking laterally to drip from his thighs, flowing down his balls and back along his perineum to rain down from the curves of his rump, pattering into the toilet like a thunderstorm. But even with that thoroughly spread soaking, his forceful stream was too much for the fabric and a thin jet managed to arch from the tip of his bulge.
Joey panted with an open mouth smile. Combined with his bothered pinked cheeks and half lidded eyes, he looked so naughty. I couldn’t believe this was the same innocent cub who knocked on my door mere months ago. “Mister…” He started in between huffs. “My pee-pee’s getting really hard again.” His voice took on a drowsy, lustful tone. He leaned back on the seat to edge his crotch forward, accentuating that stiff shape stretching the front of his raining underwear. “C-can you touch it Mister?”
I felt my breath leave my body upon hearing that question. I didn’t even answer, I quickly went in to kneel before the toilet, putting my snout inches from that waterfall. The invisible steam of hot urine wafted into my nose, so strong and salty it nearly induced tears in my eyes. He’s simply delicious, inside and out. A good boy like him deserves a treat. 
I wrapped my whole paw around that still streaming bulge in his undies and squeezed. “Aaah, hah!” Joey moaned and shuddered, his feet kicking out from the toilet bowl. His undies squished under my grip like a sponge, while his flow of pee seeped through my fingers. And underneath it all, I could feel his hard kitty wiener flex and pulse. It must feel incredible underneath all that warmth, that tightness, and that relief. No wonder his face looked so stunned with pleasure. 
“You’re so cute Joey…” I brushed his cheek with my free paw. He flinched at that gentle touch, his whole body going into overdrive with all those sensations. I kept squeezing rhythmically as his stream started to wane, feeling that hot flow flicker, the tip of his hard twitching length brushing my palm. Joey winced and mewled on each squeeze, his toes scrunching as he tried his best not to squirm. Eventually, the hiss in his underwear went silent and I could no longer feel that rush of liquid under my paw, although his soaked undies continued to drip away into the toilet. “Are you done buddy?” 
“Uh-huh.” Joey slowly nodded, such a dramatic relief had him looking tired.
“Thank you for being such a big brave boy and showing me.” I cooed, letting my paw trace down the side of his face.  He smiled shyly and leaned into my grasp. “Did you like how that felt?”
“Yeah…it felt really good.”
His still hard kitten length twitched in my grip. I chuckled. “I can tell, you’re extra pokey Joey.” I squeezed it, making him seize up again. “Want me to make it feel even better?” I asked, barely hiding the eagerness in my voice.
“Yeah.” He nodded, staring at the paw around his anatomy.
“Good boy.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I released my grip to instead lift and pull his waistband over his erection. The bright pink tip of his immature hard-on waved as if to say ‘hello.’ My greedy paw went in to grab it.
“Ah!” He flinched. His little kitty boner fit so easily in my closed fist, his tip couldn’t even breach the other side of my paw. I felt it twitch and pulse wildly in my grip, so desperate for my touch. 
It’s adorable, though he’s not quite big enough of a boy to be handled with a full paw just yet. I released his stiffy, evoking a shuddered sigh out of him. The insides of my palm were moistened with the clammy urine droplets that clung to his tender young shaft flesh. I sniffed it. Mmfh, stings so good. I held my open paw under Joey’s nose. “How does that smell?”
Joey lowered his chin, and I felt his little inhales tickle my palm. “Mm.” His nose crinkled, and eyes widened at the strong scent. The burn of feline musk seemed to surprise even him. “I like it.” He said with a satisfied smile.
“You made that smell.” I said, adding a quick head pat.
“I did…” He acknowledged with a shy blush.
“You did such a good job too.” I shifted that paw back down to his erection and gently grasped it with my thumb and forefinger, making his breath hitch. I slowly stroked down his short length, tugging down his foreskin in the process. A thin layer of pee made his pink glans glisten in the light. 
“Mmm…” Joey let out a whine and tensed over that little stroke, his stiffy straining hard in my grip. 
“Do you like how it feels buddy?” I asked, slowly stroking back up. Moisture from his ‘accident’ made his foreskin squelch as it slid back over his glans.
“Y-yeah.” He said with a huff.
“Can you feel your pee along on your stiffy?” I dragged my fingers back down, my thumb massaging little circles along his narrow girth.
“Mmmmm…” He whined, his mouth tensing and his body shivering. Seems he really likes how that feels. “Y-yeah…” He managed to squeak out when I let off his length. 
“And how does that feel?” I let my thumb rest on the cleave of his taunt pre-pubescent sack at the bottom of his shaft. I watched a lazy droplet of urine teeter on the ridge of his scrotum before making the silent fall into the toilet below.
“It’s warm, and tingly, a-and it’s still dripping on my butt.”
“Hmmm…” I shifted my paw to instead cradle his cubby coin purse. As a still growing boy it wasn’t much, a warm golf ball sized mass the same creamy color as his shaft and belly fur. I gently thumbed his sack. Squishy, tender, moist, with a pair of testicles shifting just below the surface, teasing their presence on each brush of my digits. Perhaps one day they’ll blossom into something much larger and firmer, but I like my sweet soft boy just the way he is now. 
“Eh…mmfh.” Joey couldn’t keep still on the seat, shifting his hips and clenching his paws across his chest. The new feelings were a bit to take in for him. 
	I chuckled and used my other paw to give his thigh supportive rubs. “I wonder how tickly this feels…” I extended a finger from his balls to squish his taint, the start of his rump flesh just barely smothering the tip of my digit. Loose droplets of urine fell at my touch. It was so soft and hot, with clammy liquid filling his every nook and cranny. I could have easily mistaken the environment as the inside of his cheek, if only it weren’t for the strong pulse of his heart and needy prostate underneath.
	“Hah…eeeh…” He mewled on every press. “R-really, really, t-tickly, mmmmmfh.” He grit his teeth, and strained his paws on the toilet seat to lift himself away from that pressure.
	Hmmm, a little too ‘tickly’ it seems. I lightened my touches on that strip of flesh to a tender brush. Joey sighed and let himself sink back on the seat. Mm-hmm, that’s better. But I’m proud of my brave big boy for trying to ride through it. I used my other paw to grip his hard-on again, introducing his boy juices to that formerly dry palm. His body went stiff instantly, such a sensitive boy.
I started my strokes again, beginning with slow calculated drags, varying the pressure under my thumb as it traced the meatier underside of his hard cubby length. It made his breaths rise and fall in distanced peaks as he adjusted to that new pattern of sensations. I held that gentle speed long enough for his body to relax, his eyes shifted from that startled overdrive to a floaty, half-lidded contentment. A balance between pleasured peace and innocent curiosity. Perfect. At that point, I let my strokes grow faster in tandem with my rubs on his sack. The still trapped droplets of pee in his foreskin made slick sounds that filled the room. It was cute, it almost sounded like that naughtier substance the little cheetah wasn’t quite ready to make. Someday…
“Ah…” A moan slipped out of him. His foot paws scrunched and pivoted off the floor, his floaty eyes grew more strained, feeling a new rising sensation. 
“How does it feel buddy?” I asked, barely above a whisper. I hoped even my voice could tickle his parts.
“I…i-it f-feels funny, r-really far i-in my tummy…” He slurred. I smiled, studying his face as I sped up further, his little kitty tube throbbing heavily between my fingers. His twitching eyes varied from wide to half-lidded, his whole body shaking trying to keep his movements contained. “Ooh…i-it feels…b-bigger.” Aww, he’s so innocent he struggles to interpret these feelings. “Ah, mmm, M-Mister.” Joey whined, holding my wrist with one paw, and placing the other above his crotch. I paused my strokes for a moment, but his length kept giving angry pulses in my grip. “I-it feels like I really have to pee again!” His lower tummy dipped on his panting breaths, trying so hard to hold that feeling back. 
“Do you like how that feels Joey?” I asked, tugging a long tight stroke out of his little kitty weenie. I just couldn’t help myself.
“Aah! Y-yes, hnng!” He cried out, sucking in his stomach as his eyes twitched. “B-but I-I don’t wanna pee on you!” His little paw clamped tighter around my wrist.
I chuckled, how adorable. “It’s Ok, I don’t mind.” I played along, half wishing he genuinely did have an accident on me. Maybe next visit…
“But-ah!” I launched back into fast strokes, giving his erection and tender balls some attention. “Misteeeeeer!” Feelings of guilt of sadism battled inside of me. Perhaps it’s a little much for an inexperienced boy, but it’s so fun to make him squirm. And he’s really gonna love how it feels in just a few more seconds… “Ah, ah, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” His back arched off the toilet lid. His thighs pressed together, and his face scrunched for that final surge through his parts.
“Go ahead buddy, go ahead.” My fingers were cramping trying to keep his little parts blazing with pleasure, but it’s so worth it.
“Ahhh…” His face transitioned from strain to that shocked, teary glassy eyed look as he teetered on the verge of an orgasm. Just one second in that state, the longest second of his life, before his stomach dropped and his cubby bits exploded. “Aaaaaaaaah!” He shouted out, thrusting his legs open and combo flinch-humping so hard his rump lifted off the seat. I gave gentle tugs on his balls and length, the waves of his orgasm pulsing through his hard-on and echoing in heavy racks through his body. “Ah, ah, ah…” His tongue hung out of his mouth as he sung moans, his hips giving little bucks into my paw. His beet red face looked as if he were drowning in pleasure, flying through a heaven his innocent mind didn’t yet understand, but begged it to last forever.
Again, I felt his cubby pee-pee pump and strain with all its might, yet still no naughty sauce produced for this sweet boy. Regardless, I kept tugging and squeezing as if to milk every last drop even as the pulses of his orgasm started to grow further apart. “Hah…hah…hah…” Those lower fading peaks of pleasure pushed just a few more moans out of him. Soon after, the stimulation of my touches became the new dominating feeling. “Hnnnn, mmmmmm…” He let out long bothered whines and squirmed against my tugs. I begrudgingly let go, this good boy’s had enough. 
I let him lean back and catch his breath, gently panting in that fluttery post-climax static tingling throughout his body. It must feel so magical, so refreshing, yet so confusing to his young mind. I pet his head to help bring him back to Earth. “Did you like that, Joey?” I asked, smiling when his shaky eyes met mine.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, blinking away tears and matching my smile. “It felt really good.” His voice was already gaining back a tinge of excitement.
“I’m really glad you liked it.” I scritched the side of his cheek, feeling proud of not just him but also myself for giving him such a satisfying ride. My little mailboy’s always be back here, having fun and feeling good with his favorite grown-up friend.
Joey closed his eyes and laid into my pets, taking a moment to regain his energy. “Mister,” He spoke up, opening his eyes. “Why does it feel like I have to pee when you touch my pee-pee, but then nothing comes out?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Hmmm…” I pondered the answer looking back at his pure smile. How do I explain this to him? Do I even want to? And taint his innocence with complicated adult explanations? …No. I don’t. “It’s a feeling only big boys get.” I decided to say. “Your body knows how much you like the feeling, so it lets you get to feel it one more time after you hold it in for so long. And only big boys can hold that much.”
“Really?” His purple eyes sparkled. He’s too sweet for his own good.
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. “But, you gotta keep it a secret. Don’t want other boys who aren’t big enough yet to try it and have an accident. They’re not big enough to like it yet.” I added with a wink.
“Oh…Ok, I will!” Joey stuck out his pinky with a chipper smile. Awww. I stuck out my pinky and we had another promise shake. “Ooh, Mister look!” He pushed his hips forward to display his now flaccid kitten penis, though it still glistened with moisture in its soft state. “My pee-pee’s not pokey anymore.” He giggled shifting in the seat to make it flop.
“Looks like we fixed it! But I bet it’ll be pokey again tomorrow.” I sure hope it will.
“Yeah, yeah!” Joey eagerly agreed. “I wonder how much pee I’ll be able to hold tomorrow too.” 
“I bet it’ll be even more than today.” I watched him gingerly hop off the toilet. He barely even seemed to react at the mini puddle of pee he stepped into. He bent over first his briefs. The soaked, and now cooled fabric bunched and dragged up his thighs, dampening the fur leading to his crotch.
“Ooh! My undies are really wet!” He shivered with excitement when the cooled fabric finally met his tender parts. The waistband on the sides of his hips had rolled in on itself, giving an extra snug pull on his bulge and rump. He merrily went to pick out the rolls and wrinkles, not at all minding the reintroduced dampness in his most sensitive places.
“I see…” Even after pawing him off twice, just seeing him in wet undies still gets my face redder than anything. “Why don’t you take a bath Joey? I could wash your clothes in the meantime.”
Joey paused with his shorts pulled up his knees, there was a large dark spot evident in the. He looked down, tilting his head as he traded glances between his soaked briefs and damp shorts. He tugged a bit on his waistband, shifting his bits around like the contents of a wet tea bag. “Mmmm…no thank you!”
Oh. Now it’s my turn to widen my eyes in surprise. “But Joey, you don’t want mommy to get upset again, do you?”
“It’s Ok Mister.” He said with a cheery, confident grin. “You said having accidents and doing things that feel good doesn’t make you a baby. And I think having accidents feels really, really good! Especially when you help Mister.”
My heart warmed on that last note. “So, you’re not afraid of mommy putting you in diapers either?”
“Mm-mm.” He shook his head. “I think they feel kinda good too.” His voice went quieter for that admission, paired with a shy tinge on his cheeks. “And I’ll still be a big boy no matter what!”
I smiled and ruffled his head. “You sure are!” I kneeled to hug him, pressing his wet squishy crotch onto my stomach, and wrapping an arm low enough to feel the dampness on his soft rump. Joey giggled and squirmed at my touches. He’s my perfect boy. “I’m so proud of you Joey.”
“Thank you.” He cooed in that shy, flattered way boys do. 
“Well, since you don’t want a bath, I guess it’s better to send you home so mommy doesn’t worry.”
“Aww…” He frowned. 
I rubbed his head with a sympathetic smile. I have a feeling we’ll be having a lot more fun in the future. “Need some help with your shorts?”
“Yes please!”
I grabbed hold of his waistband and pulled his shorts up from his knees. “Woah…” I took in just how big the wet spot on the front of his bottomwear is.  From just above his crotch, to a sweeping oval shape that almost reached the bottom of his shorts’ legs. “You really had to go, huh buddy?”
“Uh-huh!” He nodded, excited to explain while I got to work on his strings. “I didn’t have to go as bad as yesterday, but it still really hurt. And I was so excited running to the potty it started to leak out!”
“Aww…”  How cute. I tied his pants back without issue. Though staring at that wet spot, I couldn’t resist just one quick teasy grab on his soaked bulge.
“Ah! Mister!” He flinched, his paws shooting immediately to hold his bits.
“Oops sorry.”  I said, standing up with a chuckle. My paw was again moistened with cooled feline urine.
“You did that on purpose!” He grabbed my paw and swung it around in a playful attack. “Now my pee-pee feels all tingly again!”
“Don’t worry Joey,” I reassured while leading him back to the door. “I think you’ll get a lot more nice feelings down there soon.”
“Will you help me Mister?”
I paused as we reached the door and kneeled to place a paw on his shoulder. I hesitated to take in that hopeful twinkle in his eye, as if at this moment I made up his entire world. “Only if you’re a good boy.” I said and pulled him into one last goodbye hug. 
“I’ll be a good boy!” He hopped in my embrace and squeezed back.
With that one last tender touch, it was time to say our farewells. “Bye Joey!” I waved, watching the back of his wet shorts as he skittered back to his cart.
“Bye Mister!” He waved back and sped away once again.