About an hour down the road I was feeling quite relaxed. The direction I had chosen was turning out to be more than perfect. The sky was blue. The grass was green. The houses were miles apart and getting further apart as I drove.
I had drank my usual pot of coffee and needed to stop for a bit. I noticed a quaint little side road and decided to pull over there. A ways down the road I noticed a crystal clear pond. This is where I would "stretch my legs". I took in the local wild life for a while, enjoying all of its beauty, then it was back to the car. I did not notice the unevenness of my exit until I felt the unmistakable drag of the rear of my car! My right rear tire was a gonner and I was seriously regretting not having checked for a spare tire before I left home!
Ok.... this was MY weekend! I was not going to let my misfortune upset me. I would just sit by the car and wait for someone to come along and give me a helping hand. The weather was great and I was more than content to wait.
It had been a while and I had fallen asleep when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you need a hand here?", I heard from above me. When I opened up my eyes to look up at the stranger before me all I could do at first was smile. He was about 5'9" tall, and solid muscle! His dark brown eyes only accented his dark brown hair and Italian complexion. It was quite warm outside, as well, and he was shirtless, exposing a chest covered in thick, long, dark hair! He was wearing a pair of cut-off blue jeans that barely left anything to the imagination, revealing thick dark hair on his legs and a bulging crotch!
"Yeah,", I replied, " My tire is out. I am miles from home and I have no spare." "I can give you a lift to the house if you'd like.", he said with a sexy grin, "I have no phone there, but you can get a bite to eat and we can figure it out from there." Well, the chance to get to know this guy was too tempting! "Sure, that'd be great.", I replied. He extended his hand out to me to lift me to my feet. "What do we do about my car, though?", I asked. "It's OK.", he said, "We are on my land; no one will bother it here." He introduced himself to me as Rick.
As we pulled up to his home, I could not help but notice the sky changing. I was more than relieved to have run into him. The clouds were thick and gloomy. We were for certain to see some heavy rains soon. "It's just me here.", he said, "It will be nice to have the company, even if it's just for a while."
As we entered the house, I could tell I was going to need to use the bathroom. Rick pointed it out to me and I took my first steps down the hallway. It was evident by the COLT calender on the wall that Rick was gay, too! This was going better than I thought it would!
Once we had finished with our lunch, I changed into a pair of shorts. I could not help noticing Rick watching me out of the corner of his eye as I changed.
As the afternoon went on the winds became strong and the skies darkened. We suddenly got hit by a terrible thunderstorm. Rick asked if I would spend the night and I agreed. (How could I not!) There was not much that could be done about the car until morning anyway.
Rick's kind and sensitive nature made it very easy for me to settle in. We spent the evening getting to know each other over drinks. Towards the end of the evening Rick leaned over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. I returned the kiss, and he led me to the bedroom. He did not make any real forward sexual gestures. We simply climbed into bed, briefs on, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
This was so nice. It had been a long time since I had slept with a man in my arms. I had been worried about waking up in a wet bed with someone else present. (I still do wet the bed. This is something I have never had control over.)
About 4am I turned over to find myself lying in a big wet spot on the sheets and my briefs were aoaked. Rick was sound asleep still. "Perhaps,", I thought, "He wet the bed." Honestly, I was not sure which one of us had wet the bed. His side of the bed and briefs were soaked, too! All I could do was to go back to sleep and hope everything would be OK. I had nowhere else to be and nowhere else to go. I had a lot of alcohol in my system yet and soon drifted back to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning, Rick was already making breakfast. As I turned out of bed I was quickly reminded of the accident had during the night. The bed was even wetter than I had remembered it being just a few hours ago! I stood there a bit to collect my thoughts. I knew I had to face Rick, so I quickly changed out of my wet briefs and headed to the kitchen.
"Good morning.", he said, as he turned to face me. He was all smiles! He was wearing the same briefs he had worn to bed and they were still wet! He took my hand and placed it on his wet briefs. The wetness of his briefs was warm! (He must have wet himself !)"Is it OK?", he asked, "I am sorry I should have told you... I am a wetter. I almost always wet the bed, and like to wet my pants during the daytime, too. It's OK... I have come to really enjoy it. Normally I am diapered but when I saw you yesterday I took off my diaper. I was afraid of what you would think." He just stood there looking for approval and acceptance. I had to admit to myself that I was turned on by the idea! My hand was now off his wet briefs, but I quickly placed both hands back onto his wet briefs, smiled, and gave him a much deserved "good morning" kiss. He gave a sigh of relief as I told him I, too, am a bedwetter, and that it did turn me on somehow and that I wanted to try "daytime wetting" with him, too!
PART 2 of
"THE STRANGER WHO LED ME FROM BEDWETTING TO DIAPERS"
THE DIAPERS....