The sleepover at Joey’s place isn’t for a few days yet but this morning, Dad reminded me during a late breakfast that I had a playdate of sorts over at Bosky’s place. I must’ve forgotten about that but at least there was a good reason. Mom had some kind of meeting or whatever that was just for girls and Bosky’s mom was also going. My brother Brady wanted to go to this model train convention and Dad figured I didn’t want to tag along the entire day so I guess it’s off to Bosky’s place.
We were about halfway to his house when I started to think back on how we were even friends. Joey, Bosky, and I were all in the kindergarten class but Bosky left after a few weeks. Joey and I knew that Bosky had some issues with staying dry; everyone knew and it was one of those things you weren’t supposed to talk about. As such, he still wore diapers as protection. It wasn’t until the mean chihuahua Jesse showed up as a transfer student and started bullying Bosky about things that were beyond his control that things became rough. Jesse would also pants Bosky on the playground before shoving him into the mud. This happened so often that Bosky’s parents took him out and started homeschooling him. His dad and mine worked in the same place so I guess that’s how I still managed to see him every now and then besides the company picnic and Christmas party. One of the weird things about it was that I would always be at his place but never the other way around and it was only if both of my parents were busy. I’m not sure why that was the case.
“We’re here. Don’t forget, Mom will pick you up around 4:30,” said Dad as we pulled into the driveway. I got out and after saying our goodbyes, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, bringing along a bag of action figures. Once Bosky’s dad let me inside, my dad drove away for a day of watching toy trains go round and round with Brady.
I took off my shoes and made myself at home as I found Bosky in front of the television. One channel had a marathon of “The Piddle Pups” and one of the episodes had just started. Not to my surprise, he was in just a t-shirt and a diaper. Since he was homeschooled, the idea of a dress code wasn’t necessarily a thing.
“Peter!”
“Hi Bosky.”
“C’mon upstairs. Dad has fill out some papers and it’ll take most of the day.”
We head upstairs with my bag and I find myself back in his rather large room. Bosky has his own small TV and a small bathroom. He was also the only fox I knew roughly my age that still had a changing table. The diaper pail was there and inside the table were plenty of diapers and training pants, depending on what was needed. There was also the bookshelf which had stuff that was a bit below my reading level along with a whole section focused on the body.
The two of us sat down and played with some of the blocks Bosky had. These weren’t the small ones I had at home but rather the ones for little cubs. Still, you could build stuff out of them. All of this was a distraction from my feelings regarding Joey’s behavior yesterday but I felt that I could tell Bosky about it since they haven’t seen each other in years.
“Bosky, could I ask you a question?”
“What kind of question?”
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. You remember Joey?”
“A little, why?”
Here goes nothing. “He, um, showed me his weenie on the bus yesterday and let me touch it. It made me feel kinda funny inside.”
“You got a stiffie?” I was surprised by Bosky’s bluntness.
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh, that’s normal! That’s just your body reacting to the experience and it sounds to me that it was an exciting one.”
“It’s never done that. I mean, it has, but that was when I was touching it. This wasn’t that.”
“I see…”
“And then last night it happened again as I was thinking about what happened when I was…” I trailed off because I realized I’d be telling Bosky that I like wearing training pants and that was its own thing. “When I was trying to sleep.”
Bosky nodded and then asked, “And does it make you feel good?”
“I’m not sure. It’s scary.”
“Sounds to me like you haven’t learned to love yourself.” Bosky then got up and went to the door. He opened it and put a red sock on the doorknob outside before closing it again. Then Bosky started getting undressed.
“You see, Peter, before Mommy and Daddy took me out of school, I wasn’t happy with myself. After all, I was teased because of how my body doesn’t work like all the other kids. Jesse made sure to remind me any chance he got. But then my parents found a program that says the body is a wonderful thing, inside and outside, and each one is unique. Even if it means wearing diapers and having accidents.” His shirt was already on the floor and he started to undo the tape on his diaper.
“W-what is this program?” I asked.
“It’s called The Body Beloved.” The diaper was put aside and I saw Bosky standing in front of me completely naked.
“And it says you have to take your clothes off?”
“It’s the best way to love yourself.”
“Won’t your dad see what you’re doing? We could get in big trouble.” I was already nervous just by seeing him like this. That and he was the second friend I ever had who willingly showed me his weenie. I thought it was weird that this was all happening in the span of a day or so.
“Not at all! That red sock I put on the doorknob tells them that I want some extra privacy, no questions asked. Besides, Daddy’s gonna be busy.” Bosky hopped up on the bed and invited me to do the same. “But first, this bed is a No Clothes Zone.” He was laying down, waiting for me. I was so scared of being caught but Bosky seemed to be really chill about all of this.
“Are you absolutely sure your dad won’t catch us doing this?” I asked one last time.
“Bosky’s honor.”
“Alright.” I took off the shirt which was admittedly the easiest part. After all, boys take their shirts off all the time and they don’t get in trouble. Then came the jean shorts; I undid the button and then the zipper before bending down and pulling them off. No sooner did that happen that I noticed that my weenie was doing that thing again. I was gonna show Bosky a stiffie that I didn’t even think would happen around him. He could see me blushing.
“Is something wrong, Peter?”
“I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s ok. Anything that happens in this room stays in this room. I’m not telling anyone.”
“Promise?”
“Promise!”
Here goes nothing. I turned around so that Bosky didn’t see my front side and pulled down my undies. I was completely naked in front of a friend. My weenie was mostly back to its normal state so I felt like I could join Bosky on the bed. Climbing up, I recognized that familiar touch of the rubber sheets used to protect the mattress from bedwetting. Brady had those on his bed. We sat across from each other. His legs were spread open whereas I was doing my best to hide what I had. It wasn’t until I looked down that I saw his weenie was different.
“Why does your thingy have that skin? Because mine doesn’t.”
“I’m glad you asked. You see, some parents have their kids keep this skin and others don’t for religious reasons. All I have to do is make sure it’s clean and I can pull it back so it looks like yours.” Bosky gripped his weenie and showed me how that happened. The tip looked pretty pink, just like mine. He let the skin roll back and laid down. He spread his legs so that I had a clear view of everything.
“Do you mind if I take a closer look and touch it?”
“Go for it! After all, a curious mind is a healthy mind.”
I leaned forward and saw it twitch a little. I was interested in how the skin worked so I took it in my paw and started to rub it, seeing how the head appeared and disappeared. For whatever reason, this was fascinating and it went on for a bit. I heard Bosky giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, it’s just that when you do that, it makes me feel good and I get a stiffie.” Sure enough, it was hard but it looked almost the same as when it was soft. Practically no change in size. I looked closer and saw it bounce a little from the excitement. And then there was his ball sack underneath. It wasn’t much but I could make out the shape of each ball. I never really bothered to look at mine if I saw myself in the bathroom mirror. I felt my back getting sore so I crawled over next to Bosky and laid down. No sooner did I try and stretch, my weenie found itself standing up again.
“Look at that! It’s a happy stiffie!”
“How can you tell?”
“All stiffies are happy ones. It’s normal for us cubs to have them. Besides, there’s more to do with them than just peeing. Try rubbing it for a few seconds with your paw.”
I do as he says and it’s that sensation from last night when I rubbed it against my mattress. This is definitely a lot easier to do. I took it nice and slow and realized that this is something I could easily do in my room; that is if my parents don’t catch me.
“This actually feels pretty great.”
“Doesn’t it? It’s twice as fun with two peepees.” We laid next to each other as Bosky reached over to touch mine and I ended up doing the same to his. I don’t remember my parents telling me if this was a form of sex because they were insistent on it between a boy and a girl. All that mattered was how I felt and boy did it feel good. I rested my head against Bosky’s as we stroked each other. I thought back to Joey and wondered if he knew anything about this. Maybe I could teach him a few things. In this moment, in this space, I felt like I was free. But then I heard Bosky making these sounds that sounded like he was in pain. I let go but he starting rubbing his weenie really quickly. And then this white stuff jumped out!
“Bosky! Are you okay?”
“Ohhhhhhh. Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just made some spoo, that’s all.” There was a small pool of this sticky white stuff on his belly and some was oozing out of his weenie. And this was good? Mom and Dad didn’t tell me about this part when I had the talk. “You see, this is the stuff boys make when they want to make a baby but you can pretty much do it whenever you like and as much as you like.” He hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I followed him and saw him sitting on a toilet without even bothering to close the door.
“It’s always important to pee after making stickies. It’s just what your body does,” said Bosky. Sure enough, I heard some water splashing in the bowl. Bosky spread his legs enough so that I could see it happen. I was so busy looking that I didn’t notice my weenie was hard again. Bosky giggled as he finished. He got up and wiped his fur with a towel. “You don’t want the stickies to dry on your fur or else it’s gonna be hard to get off.” One flush and paw-washing later, we both climbed onto the bed.
“How long have you been able to do that?” I asked.
“I guess I always could’ve but it wasn’t until that body program that I’ve been able to make them frequently. I try to do it maybe two or three times a day and each time is just as fun as the last.”
“But that has to get messy, right?”
“Hey, these sheets can take anything. Don’t worry, they’re clean now but sometimes I’ll squirt onto them for fun. And, yeah, sometimes I’ll squirt into my diapers but they’re meant to hold liquids. I did it before you came over.”
“You did?”
“Oh yeah! I was wearing it already when I started humping my bed.”
“Humping?”
“Like this!” Bosky laid on his belly and started moving his hips up and down, letting his weenie move between his body and the bed. So that’s what I was doing last night. Didn’t know it had a name for it. I moved behind him to get a different view and I see the back of his nutsack. Bosky stopped humping and had his rump straight in the air, letting his dick dangle a bit. All of it looked beautiful.
“Here, let me lay on top of you. It’s like hugging but laying down and we get our peepees rubbed at the same time.” We get into that position and my body starts to get warm all over; partly because of the never-ending fear of being punished by angry grown-ups but also because this was actually exciting. Bosky wrapped his arms around me and started humping. At first it hurt a bit because part of it was smushing my weenie but after a while I warmed up to it. I wrapped my legs around Bosky to help him stay in one place. As much fun as it was, I couldn’t help but wonder if Joey would do this to me and which side he’d take. Bosky was moaning loudly again which meant it wouldn’t be long before he’d make more stickies.
“Uhhhhhh…”
“Wait a minute, Bosky. I don’t want them on me,” I said but it was too late. This time I had a closer view of his weenie and the moment I looked down I saw them start to shoot out. A streak of white landed on my tummy as Bosky slowed down. He rolled off and some drops landed on me and the sheets. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to rub them out of my fur before they dried. The towel now had some lovely wet globs. As I washed my paws, Bosky came back in for another pee, this time standing up. I stared at him and marveled at how a body part could make two different liquids. Mine could probably do that too but I’m not sure if it’s ready yet. I dried my paws on a clean part of the towel as Bosky took his turn.
“Do you wanna see if you can make stickies? You haven’t done so yet.”
I thought about it. I wanted to just to see if I actually can but part of me wanted to wait and try it with Joey. Besides, I had a whole week to practice while I was doing homework. Still, I guess it couldn’t hurt.
“I suppose we can make that happen but I’m not sure how you’ll be able to do that.”
“Get back on the bed and I’ll show you! You can sit for this one if you like.”
I walk out of the bathroom and do as he says. He kneels in front of me and spreads my legs apart. I’m back to being hard again and he goes and puts my weenie in his mouth. I thought you weren’t supposed to do that because of germs and stuff but I wasn’t gonna stop him from showing me another way to do things. I was not prepared for the warm and wet feel of his mouth but it felt really good, better than anything we’ve done so far.
“Bosky, do you think I could lay down for this?”
“Yeah!”
I’m flat on my back and Bosky was back to sucking. I closed my eyes and imagined Joey doing this to me. Maybe we could take turns or do it at the same time. We’re roughly the same height so it should work but I won’t know until I try. What would he taste like or, for that matter, what does a weenie taste like? Would I like it?
I started licking my lips. Suddenly there was a new feeling inside me. It felt like I really had to pee after holding it in for a while and it was getting stronger. I wanted Bosky to stop so that it’d go away but I couldn’t. He kept sucking and sucking and I started to grip the sheets. I wanted to burst so much. It became too much and I let out a yell, lifting my back. It felt like something was shooting out of my stiffie because it kept going before it stopped. Bosky lifted his head and looked at me.
“Did I do it? Did I make that white stuff?” I asked.
“No.”
“But I thought that was what supposed to happen. You did it. I saw you. You’re supposed to shoot that stuff.”
“That white stuff is called semen but it’s also known as stickies, cum, and spoo. Even then, not everybody can make it just yet. I guess I can because my doctor says that I’m ‘pre-coaches’ or something like that. Whatever that means, I’m making it very early for my age.”
“Does this mean I’m broken?”
“Oh no! It just may be a while before you can do it. Who knows how long that will take. You just gotta keep trying. That’s all.”
There was a knock at the door. I ducked under the sheets because I didn’t want to be seen naked. Bosky cracked the door open and his dad said that my mom was here because the woman’s meeting thing finished early so she could take me home. Somehow, he wasn’t upset that Bosky answered the door completely naked. Bosky closed the door and I came out of hiding. I started getting dressed after our play session.
“I hope you had a good time, Peter.”
“I think so? It’s all so new to me.” I put on my shirt and start on my undies.
“Trust me, there’s a lot more that can be done with those parts and we haven’t even started on the cool stuff. Besides, I saw you looking at me when I was peeing.” I blushed. Bosky grabbed two books from the shelf and put it in my bag. “I gave you some reading material. The small thick one is The Pocket Rocket Book for Cubs. It’s got pictures and easy steps so you can follow along with each method. The other one is Cubs Can Do it Two and it has pictures of boys like us showing off their weenies and doing fun stuff. I like to have this one out when I’m making stickies and imagine helping them do the same.” He then got dressed, ignoring the diaper he had on earlier and slipping on some shorts.
Before we both left the room to go downstairs, Bosky leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. It felt kinda good to have that happen, especially after everything we did. I hope Joey does the same. I took my bag and we went downstairs. We all said our goodbyes and I got in the car with Mom. On the way back home, I lied by saying we were focused on some kind of adventure with the action figures I took. My tummy rumbled and I forgot that I skipped lunch entirely. Mom heard it and we got some burgers from the drive-thru. I ended up completely inhaling that first sandwich because of the hunger.
Once we got home, I took my bag to my room to hide those books and started getting dressed for church. Today was a lot, even for me. I wasn’t ready for the amount of time I would spend naked in front of someone who wasn’t a family member. Part of me felt jealous of Bosky because he could do this whenever he wanted to without being yelled at. I have to work to keep this a secret. And yet, I had a good time. I almost wanna see Bosky again so he can teach me more things and do some of the stuff in these books.
Oh, Joey. That’s gonna make school difficult. I can’t get a stiffie every time I see or think of him. I’m gonna have to try real hard to hide what’s in my pants if it happens. Plus, how will I explain all this to him when the time comes? For now, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to at least look at some of these pictures before I have to go…