ALEX'S FUN (b,b,toddler,nepi,ws)

by Hugger


PART I

Little Alexander started out life like any other little male child.  He 
was born in a hospital to a loving mom and dad -- an only and much-wanted 
child.  The birth was easy with no complications.  Alexander came into 
the world with the usual baby-cry.  The physician held him up by the legs 
to give the proverbial swat on the back, and as he did so, Alexander 
greeted him by jetting a stream of warm pee directly onto the doctor's 
face and uniform. The good doctor remarked, "Well, we know he has good 
kidneys!" And so he did.
Alexander possessed the usual equipment, including a sassy little boy-penis, 
which looked exactly like a tiny flower with a red bud opening at the 
end.  The doctor pulled back the tiny foreskin and proclaimed, "Perfect! 
No need to circumcise this one; he's in good shape as he is!"

And so Alexander went home with his doting parents to  a lovely home with 
a cute little-boy room all his own, his own little crib, and his own cute 
toys.  His name was soon shortened to "Alex" or as his dad sometimes 
called him, "Little A."  All was happy.  Alex spent his early days 
learning to roll over, then raise up on his hands, then to crawl, and all 
this time he also regularly peed and pooped in his little diapers, which 
Mommy happily changed; and as she did, she said, "Well, Alex, did we do a 
big wee-wee this time?" To which Alex gurgled and giggled as his Mom 
pealed off the wet or dirty diaper and replaced it with a clean one. And 
Alex loved it.  In his baby way he enjoyed the feeling of the warm pee 
surrounding his tiny bottom.

Alex loved his bath time.  Mommy talked to him in sweet tones and washed 
his little chubby boy body with a nice soft washcloth.  Alex loved it 
when Mommy reached down and pulled back his tiny foreskin from over his 
little rosebud and gently washed his pricklet. "So it will smell good," 
she told him.  Alex giggled and gurgled, and often after Mommy had done 
this and pulled his tiny foreskin back up, Alex would gleefully do a 
pee-pee into his bathwater.   And he loved it.

In another couple of years, Alex had grown in many ways.  He could walk, 
run, and talk, although his talking was sometimes a bit gibberish.  And 
since he was now nearly three, he no longer did poopers in his little 
pants. Diapers were a thing of the past, although at times little Alex 
missed the warm wetness he remembered. But now Mommy and Daddy set him on 
his tiny little potty and whenever he did something into the potty, they 
exclaimed with glee, "Good boy, Alex!  Look at Alex's nice pee-pee!" And 
Alex was proud of his poo-poo and his pee-pee.  He sometimes could stand 
up and aim his little worm at the potty and make pee-pee into the potty 
just like he saw Daddy do in the big potty.

So Little A was now becoming a "big boy."  But he missed something 
pleasant he remembered from his babyhood.

He did not remember it until one weekend when the family took him to 
visit his grandparents' house.  Grandma and Granddad lived in a big house 
in a small town.  The house was one in which Alex's Mommy had lived when 
she was a little girl. It had big rooms, high ceilings, and above all 
else, a beautiful hardwood floor.  Grandma and Grandpa spent a lot of 
time keeping their house nice and clean, and just this year they had  
sanded and re-finished all of those beautiful floors.  Alex found it was 
fun to toddle around the house from one room to another.  He had a good 
time exploring, while Mommy and Daddy visited with Grandma and Grandpa.  

Time passed, and the adults forgot to keep an eye on little Alex. As the 
minutes and hours went by, Little Alex realized that he needed to 
pee-pee. But no one was talking to him or looking his way.  Suddenly, the 
parents' conversation was interrupted by a familiar sound -- a spattering 
staccato noise.  One look told all. There stood little Alex in the 
doorway of the room, doing his pee-pee in his little shorts, all down his 
little knobby legs, into his little-boy shoes and socks -- and Mommy 
exclaimed, "Oh, little A! Shame on you!  All over Grandma's beautiful 
hardwood floor!"  The puddle grew until it surrounded little A's tiny 
shoes and began to run across the hardwood.

In an instant, Mommy was on her hands and knees pulling little A's tiny 
pants and underpants off over his shoes and socks, leaving him with his 
tiny beautiful rosebud still dripping and showing for all to see.  As 
Grandma came in with several towels, she said, "Never mind, dear; it'll 
clean up. I remember when YOU were little and had little  accidents 
all over this house!"  That made Mommy feel better.  As for Little Alex, 
he remembered what he loved so much -- that wonderful feeling of his pee 
making his little bottom and legs feel so warm, cozy and comfortable, and 
he loved it!

And so it was that night, as Mommy and Daddy and Alexander returned to 
their own home, after driving long after dark, Alex lay quietly in the 
back seat of the car contented, happy, and with a fond memory of that 
pleasant feeling he had re-discovered that day at Grandma and Granddad's 
house.  He remembered exactly where that good feeling came from, so as 
the car buzzed down the highway toward home, Little A's hand came to rest 
inside his tiny pants, caressing and stroking his tiny little penis.  It 
felt so good..... so very good.  And Alex slept.

PART 2

For the most part, Alex was a well-trained little boy.  By age four, he 
rarely ever had an accident.  He recognized those times when his little 
bladder felt full -- a sort of dull ache underneath is tummy, and when 
this happened, he knew it was time to make a little river.  If he was 
inside, he knew to hurry to the bathroom, pull down his pants and 
underpants and aim the little yellow stream into the big potty. (He now 
had graduated to the potty his Mommy and Daddy used. He was proud.) He 
was tall enough now to where he could aim his little red-tipped thingy 
and make his pee go where he wanted it to -- at least most of the time. 
Sometimes his pee came out as a sort of stream, other times almost as a 
spray. When this happened, little A sometimes left a little mess on the 
side of the bowl and rarely a tiny puddle on the bathroom floor. But not 
often.  When he was outside, Alex knew it was all right to do his pee-pee 
in the grass behind the house or against the garage wall.  Once he pissed 
on the concrete driveway out by the street, but a neighbor girl who was 
very old (maybe 7 or 8 years old) saw him and called him "nasty." So he 
did not do that again.

At nights, he would sometimes awaken with the full-bladder feeling, and 
he would call out, "Da-da."  Daddy would come into the darkened bedroom 
with a tiny potty with teddy-bears painted around the side.  Little A 
would sleepily stand up in his crib, pull down his pajamas and do his 
pee-pee into the potty which Daddy held for him.  Alex loved the music 
his pee made as it sang its way into the potty -- a high-pitched sound 
that got lower and lower as he emptied his little body and filled the 
vessel being held for him. They Daddy would kiss Alex, tuck him back in 
bed, and say,"There, buddy, now you can sleep through till morning." And 
Alex loved it.

One night as Alex was almost five, he felt the urge to make night-waters. 
In his sleepy little mind, he called out, "Da-da," and Daddy came with 
the the little potty with the teddy bears painted around the side, and 
Alex pee-peed and pee-peed till he felt empty.  But this time he did not 
hear the singing sound.  A moment or two later, he awakened to find that 
Da-da has NOT come with the potty, that he had NOT stood up to let the 
water out of his little fountain, and that, in fact, he had pee-peed in 
his little pajamas and his bed.  He was now very wet from his toes up to 
his tummy.  At first he was very startled that he had made a 
Night-Time-Mistake.  But then, he realized that it felt cozy, warm, wet 
and very good.  He enjoyed the comfortable feeling his little uncut peter 
had made for him, and he turned over on his side with his hands inside 
his pajamas, and giving his little boy-thing a gentle tug, he sailed off 
to sleep again.  And Alex loved it!

Alex continued to grow, as all little boys do.  In what seemed like no 
time at all, he was ready to go to school.  His Mommy and Daddy were so 
proud of him.   He had a nice teacher in Kindergarten who let them have 
snacks, taught them to read their letters, played games with them, and 
very often took them to the bathroom where all the little boys went into 
one room and all the little girls into another. And there there were 
several potties and one long strange thing that looked like a small 
bathtub, and all the little boys stood in front of it, took out their 
little boy-pricks and all pee-peed at one time into the funny bathtub. 
Alex loved this part of the day the best.  He liked to see all the little 
boys' pee-pees.  Some were just like his, but some of them looked like 
his did when he pulled back his tiny foreskin to wash the Inside of his. 
But all the boys did what they were supposed to and then went back to 
class. And Alex loved it.

One day their teacher was absent. Someone said she was sick. So they had 
a substitute teacher. She was an older lady, sorta like Grandma, but not 
nearly so nice.  She told the boys and girls that they must stay in 
their seats and mind her, and that anyone who disobeyed would be sent to 
the office at once.  She looked cross, and if anyone spoke out, she said, 
"Quiet!!" and banged her ruler on the desk.  No one dared speak out again 
after she did that.

Alex was nervous.  He did not like to see things go badly.  He did not 
like messy situations. And so he was very, very unhappy when the little 
boy Herman who sat right next to him, raised his hand to tell the  
teacher that the chocolate milk and cookies he had for lunch were not 
agreeing with him and wanted to come back up, and the teacher told Herman 
to put his hand down and be quiet or he would go to the office.  So in a 
few minutes, Herman let out a loud belch and vomited his chocolate milk 
and cookies all over his desk, his work papers, and the floor right next 
to where Alex sat.  Alex did not like that at all.  And the janitor had 
to come and do a big cleanup job.  And Herman did go to the office, to 
call his parents to come and get him.

The next day Herman was absent, and Alex was very nervous, because the 
same crabby substitute teacher was there.  At lunchtime, Alex had drunk 
his milk and had two quick drinks from the water foundtain.  By 1:00, 
Alex was beginning to feel the Full Bladder syndrome.  He knew it meant 
he needed to pee-pee. He raised his hand during the time in the Reading 
Circle, but the crabby teacher said, "Quiet!" and so Alex was quiet.  He 
began to wiggle and fidget in his little chair, because his tiny bladder 
was becoming very uncomfortable, and his little penis was beginining to 
stand up in his shorts as it sometimes did when he needed to empty it. 
The reading lesson went on and on.  Alex began to wish he could vomit 
like Herman had done the day before; for while it was messy and smelled 
up the whole room, at least it got Herman out of class.

It was not long, however, until no amount of wishing would do any good. 
Alex looked beneath his reader (which he had in his lap) and saw to his 
dismay that his little thingy was beginning to make a little wet patch on 
his pants.  The more he squirmed and wiggled, the bigger the patch 
became.  Then with no warning at all, the dam burst.  Little A's pants 
and lap and chair were immediately flooded with what seemed like gallons 
of warm, wet yellow piss, which overflowed his seat and ran down his legs 
and onto the floor. A couple of girls gasped and giggled, and one bigger 
boy said, "Look, teacher, Alex is pissing his pants!!"  Everyone in the 
room began to laugh, and the substitute teacher was very embarrassed. She 
sent Alex to the office to call home for dry pants, and she sent for the 
janitor to come with his bucket and mop and clean up the puddle Alex had 
left on the floor.

As Alex sat in the principal's office in his wet pants, he was somewhat 
embarrassed himself.  But at night, when he was at home and had time to 
think back on it, he thought, "Ha, serves that old teacher right!  That 
was fun!" And he remembered the feeling of pulling off his wet shorts in 
the teacher's lounge in the office, putting on his dry pants, and before 
returning to class, thinking how nice and warm that pee felt coming out 
of him in the classroom.  And that night in bed, rather than calling for 
Da-da or getting up and trotting to the bathroom, little Alex relaxed his 
muscles, took a deep breath, and for the first time in a long time, 
allowed himself the luxurious feeling of peeing all over himself and the 
bed. He put his hand on his penis and felt the little river flow out of 
his body and onto the sheets and blanket.  And Alex moaned with pleasure 
at the Fun Thing he was doing. And his little boy-cock became very hard, 
and Alex pulled up and down a few times on his foreskin and enjoyed the 
feeling before he surrendered to beautiful sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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