Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:35:31 -0500 (CDT) From: email@example.com Subject: Barton Hardwick Epilogue When I woke up it was still dark in the tent, I had to pee bad, and there was a horse on my stomach. I moved my arm and found that Barton's leg was on top of me. He was still on his side, an arm across my chest. He looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake him up but I needed to go outside. I lay still for as long as I could, and then I moved his leg slowly down enough so I could roll out of the way. As I stared to get up I felt cold and reached for my shirt and put it on. My wiener was sticking up and I felt something like a cool breeze on my side. I put my hand there and... what the...? It felt wet. Did we spill a soda or something? I couldn't see anything so I crawled out of the tent and walked over to the woods and peed a straight out stream that lasted a long time. The air was cool and the grass was cold and wet. I shivered all over and made it back into the warm tent as fast as I could. The sky was getting lighter now, and I could see that Barton had moved. He was on his back so I crawled up next to him to get warm – and then I saw that the front of his pajamas looked a little dark. I started to look for the empty soda can - and then I smelled it. Pee. Oh, no. He wet his pants again. At night?? Ohhh... he's a bedwetter too? Oh, crap. No wonder he's never even gone on a sleepover before. Oh, man. What am I gonna do now? If I wake him up he'll feel real bad about it I bet. This is probably even more embarrassing for him than last night when he asked if we're gay - or anything. No wait. I already saw him at school that day when I tied his sweater around his waist to hide his wet pants so he knows I know. I took off my shirt and put it under me where the sleeping bag felt damp and laid down. Barton moved a little and mumbled something but he didn't wake up. I pulled the blanket over us and listened to the bugs outside and started to doze off, wondering if Barton would still want to be boyfriends now that I knew that he wet the bed. I probably could have told him that my friend Jimmy told me that he was a bedwetter too and got picked on because other boys found out. Maybe that would help. I woke up again and the horse was back. It was warm in the tent now and smelled a little. As I yawned I felt Barton move. His head was on my chest again and I looked down and saw his eyes open. A second later Barton sat up fast, his eyes wide and his mouth all open. Then he pulled at the blanket and looked down. "Ohh no, no-o-o.""What's the matter, Barton?" I pretended. Our eyes met and I didn't know what to do. He didn't move. "Barton?" Then I looked down. "Oh," I said. "I, I..." he stammered. "I..." He tried to pull the blanket back up quickly. I guess when he looked at me he knew I knew. "I'm... sorry. I'm real sorry, John... I was... I..." he started to cry softly. I quickly put my hand over his. "You okay?" I asked. "You didn't dream about the bears did you?" "What? No." He was still looking down. " I... I was... My dad said I was supposed to... tell you last night when, when we went to bed... but I guess I just forgot and... now... I'm sorry. Do you hate me?" I sat all the way up, reached over, slipped my other hand in through his bangs and wiped one cheek. "Nope." He was still crying and I wiped warm tears away as they rolled slowly down. Ocrap. I scooted over as close as I could get and put both arms around him and squeezed. "But I will if you don't kiss me," I half-whispered. It didn't feel weird to say something like that now. Barton lifted his head a little. I put my lips against his and held them there. He was shaking and I felt the wet warmth of more tears sliding down my cheeks now. After a bit I pulled away and said, "Hey, cut that out. You're not making it any drier in here y'know." Barton wiped his face, sniffed, and said, "You're funny." He leaned forward and put his lips on mine lightly then leaned back, "I'm sorry, John. It just happens... and I wish it would stop and I try not to, but... I'm sorry I made such a mess." "S'ok," I smiled. "I know you can't help it, and it's just pee. We can probably wash everything before my mom even wakes up. How bad can it be?" I lifted the blanket slowly as we both looked. "Bad," Barton said. "Real bad." "Whoa," I whispered. He wasn't kidding. His pajama tops were wet up to the second button, my underpants were totally soaked and his bottoms were wet almost to his knees. All the sleeping bag I could see looked pretty wet too. "Geeez..." Barton was biting his lip again but had finally stopped crying. "Okay," I said, "We better get changed first, let me help." I started to unbutton his top and he let me take it off. I helped with the bottoms too and when we were both just in wet underpants I had an idea. "Wait here a minute. I'll be right back." "Where you goin?" Barton asked. "Just wait," I said as I pulled my shorts on. "I'll be back in a second." I went to the house and came back with my arms full. "Hey Barton," I called, "Open up." He lifted up the flap and I fell in. "What's all that?" he asked. "You'll see." I laid an old blanket aside and held out a wet face cloth. As I held it out toward his stomach I said, "Member last night when you washed my face? We'll now I can do it to you, if you want. "Uh, okay I guess, if you wanapffft..." I had the cloth on him wiping the salty stains from his face before he could finish. Then I moved down to his chest and flat belly. When I got down past his belly button I paused and said, "Um..." Barton's eyebrows raised up a mile and he said, "You want to..?" "Yup, you bet, and after you can wash me, K?" I left the cloth where it was, got on my knees and took off my shorts. Barton had his thumbs in the waist of his unders, so I did the same and tried to slide them down but they were so wet they just sort of rolled down. I watched as Barton did the same. We both stared for a minute, then I said, "They're almost the same." And they were. Although he was 12 and I was 13 neither of us had any hair at all, and our things looked like twins. They were both just a couple inches with a long with extra skin over the top and had small sacks with marbles underneath. "Yeah," Barton said. "Cool." I took the cloth back in my hand and washed his legs and then started in on the good stuff. It was almost like washing mine. Barton started to giggle a couple of times and got stiff as ever, but mine was too and he was looking at it the whole time. I put the dry blanket between us and he rolled over on it so I could do his butt, then I lay down and handed the cloth to him. It didn't take as long to wash me because I hadn't gotten so wet as he did, but it felt great and Barton didn't miss a spot. He set the cloth on my belly when he was done and I reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. Barton put his tongue on my lips again and I shuddered. Then I rolled to my side and put my hand between his legs and felt his hard boyhood and balls for a minute before he reached to do the same to me. "This feels nice," I said. "You like it, Barton?" He nodded his head. Trademark. We each experimented with the others foreskin to see if they peeled down and back up again, which they did, but it was different to do it to someone else, and have it done. Our lips met again and again as we experimented with kissing at the same time, then we just laid back and watched as we played with each others stiff toys. No one has to tell two naked and horny twelve-year-old boys what to do and soon I was moving his up and down faster with the same rhythm I used at night, while he did the same. "Ooh, Barton," I said after a few minutes. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."Don't stop, okay?" I panted. Barton was breathing hard too. "I won't... Me too," he squealed. Then it hit me. I let out a groan and arched my back pushing my hard boycock into the air as I felt the most intense sex feeling I had ever had. Nothing came out. I had just learned about that and was still trying, but I didn't care really, it was the sex feeling that counted. Suddenly Barton started to make a different sound, like a whimper and a high-pitched moan together. He started to shake and the sound got louder and louder. I thought he was having a heart attack or something and almost stopped but I didn't. Then he arched his back too and was almost screaming with every breath. Then he did scream. I never heard anything so loud before. He grabbed my arm, pulled me over him and started trying to kiss me and breathe and scream all at the same time. I couldn't move. It took a couple of minutes before he started breathing a little slower and now I just wanted to hold him and kiss him and do it all over again. Finally I found my voice. "You okay?" I asked. Barton was still panting pretty hard. "Yeh ... Yeh... Yeahh..." was all he could get out. "Geez, I thought you were dyin..." I said with a smile. "No... No No ..." "That was great," I said and kissed him on the neck. "Wanna do it again?" His eyes were so dark now as he looked up at me "Yeh... No... Shit! Yeh...No, I dunno..." I lay my head on his soft, bare chest, felt it heave and listened to his heart sound like a flat tire. His skin was wet again so I found the cloth and ran it over his chest and legs. After a few more minutes Barton sat up. His face was all pink, his eyes almost shiny. "Holy crap John, oh man!" He put his arms around me and his head on my chest and cooed, "Wow... oh, man... wow..." His hair smelled good, warm and sweet and mixed with the scent of the grass in the morning sun. A golden color was coming through the screen windows and the air in the tent was getting kinda stinky, so I laid him on his back, pulled the wet stuff out from under him and grabbed our wet clothes into a bundle. "I gotta go put this stuff in the wash. I'll be back in a minute." I was about to leave the tent when Barton reached over and pinched me from behind. Right on the behind! "You better put something on," he giggled. "Oh, yeah." I dug around in the closest bag and came up with a pair of khaki shorts, the ones he wore to the fireworks, and slipped them on. "I like these." Now the sky was turning light blue. I hurried into the house, threw everything into the washer, added some soap – thanks dad- and went into the kitchen to look for food. There was no coffee made so I knew mom and dad weren't up yet. Good. I found orange juice, bread, peanut butter and a plate of brownies. That oughta do it. I was almost to the door when mom came out of the bathroom and saw me. "You're up early," she said, ruffling her hair. "Uh, yeah, we got hungry again." "Everything okay out there?" she asked, as she walked toward me. "Yeah, why?" "No reason," she said with a little smile. She headed toward the kitchen and snagged the plate of brownies as she went by. "I'll be making breakfast in an hour or so." "K mom." I went back out, closed the door quietly and headed back to the tent, to Barton, to my new boyfriend who I could kiss whenever I wanted or needed. I got about halfway to the tent and I saw the flap open. Barton climbed out and headed for the tree we peed on. I put the stuff in the tent and followed him. He knew I was coming but didn't flinch. I watched him pee, then kneeled and said, " I love you Barton." and took his pee-pee and his last drops in my mouth, thanking god for the fact that I was so lucky to love him.