Best Friends Share More Than Toys

Chapter one- Meeting Martin

At the beginning of seventh grade I noticed that there was a boy in my first-period math class who was a lot like me. He was very shy and quiet, and he didn’t seem to really have that many friends, if any at all. He seemed to prefer to be around the sixth graders, or some girls, if anyone. Normally if anybody approached him he would run away, causing them to chase him around until a teacher told them to stop, or the tardy bell rung, whichever happened first. People often picked on him because he was short and not really that athletic like most twelve-and-thirteen-year-old boys stereotypically are. I always felt pretty sorry for him because I faced the same type of harassment from others all the time, and I wanted to talk to him somehow, but I never was sure how to approach him, or when, for that matter. One day I noticed him sitting by himself at lunch, so I worked up the courage and decided to join him.

“I don’t have any lunch money, honestly, I don’t!” the blond-haired kid stuttered as he attempted to get up, but ended up tripping over himself and falling on the floor.

“Whoa! Are you all right?” I asked, helping him up. He seemed pretty stunned when I did this, and it took him a moment to reply.

“You… You don’t want to beat me up?” he asked, looking confused.

“Of course not! I sort of wanted to talk to you,” I said.

“Really?” he asked as he got back up into his chair, brushing some dirt off of his pants and pulling a stray strand of his blond hair back behind his ear.

I nodded. He smiled a bit, showing his buck teeth that had a row of metal, silver-colored, braces over the middle of them, a lot like mine. After he took a bite from his sandwich and took a sip of his water he asked me what my name was.

“Drew Barry, what’s yours?” I replied.

“I’m Martin Donnald,” he said. “Do you really wanna be my friend? ‘Cuz sometimes people tell me they wanna be friends, but really they really just wanna tease me a lot and they use me for stuff like to do their homework or to carry their books or something,” he asked, seeming a little unsure.

“Of course I do. I’ve noticed that you seem kinda a little shy, and well, I’m kinda a little shy… I thought we’d be good friends,” I mentioned twiddling my fingers together.

“Okay, I guess I can trust you,” he said, still not really letting his guard down. I could tell that this kid had really been messed with, and I felt sorry for him.

We continued to talk while we ate our lunch. Mainly we talked about our families, and he mentioned that he had a sixteen-year-old sister and a ten-year-old brother, and they all got along pretty well as far as siblings go. He also had a mom, but his parents had been divorced for four years due to money issues. I told him about my eleven-year-old sisters, who were twins, and that I had a mom and a dad as well, but my dad was overseas in the Iraq because he fought in the army, and I didn’t see him that much. After a moment he mentioned that he needed to go to the bathroom, and I realized that did as well, so I went with him. I stood at a urinal next to him as we both took a piss. I didn’t mean to be a, ah, ‘Peeping Tom’ if you will, but I did noticed that he had a fairly good-sized tool. Just as we were finishing up the bell rang, so we parted ways and went to our classes.

The following day we met up at lunch again at the exact same table, but he arrived a few minutes later than I did. He apologized and mentioned that he had to go to the bathroom, but I just told him not to worry about it and he sat down and began eating his lunch.

“Have you ever had a sleepover before?” I asked him.

“No way! My mom doesn’t allow me to have anyone over,” he said, sounding like he really hated the idea of a sleepover. Perhaps he had had some bad experience with them in the past or something to that extent.

“Oh. Well, does she allow you to come to anyone else’s house and sleep over? Maybe you can come to my house… If you want to, that is…” I asked.

“Nope, not at all,” he said. “Don’t worry, though, it’s not that I don’t want to, though…”

“Oh, that’s a bummer… I was kind of thinking we could have one this weekend or something, but I guess that’s out of the question. Do you at least wanna come over to my house or something?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t really know. I’ll have to ask my mom this afternoon, since I don’t ride the bus, and either her or my sister are the ones that take me home,” he said. “I’m not allowed to have anyone at my house period, but I guess I might be able to go over to someone else’s.”

“That’s okay; I’ll ask my mom, too,”

He nodded, and we just continued eating without saying too much else. I could hardly wait until they called bus riders for dismissal, but soon enough they did and I quickly boarded my bus and anxiously waited to get home, thinking about what Martin and I would do if and when he came over. I got of my bus at my stop and walked the rest of the way home and let myself in.

Because my parents work in the daytime, and my two younger sisters get home later than I do, I had the house to myself for at least half an hour, but maybe more if my sisters stopped by one of their friends’ house. I grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator and watched cartoons while I did my homework. During my shows I happened to notice a commercial for those new Underjams that they make for bed wetters.

“I wonder what it’s like to have to wear those,” I thought to myself.

A moment later I heard the front door open and my two eleven-year-old sisters walked in. They set their book bags down beside the couch and plopped down on the couch beside me.

“Hi Drew,” my sister Gloria said, followed by my other sister Grace echoing her twin.

“Hi,” I said plainly.

Gloria got up and went to the bathroom while Grace went into the kitchen and brought out two sodas and a big bag of chips. She set the sodas on the table and opened the bag of chips, offering me some. I got out a handful of chips and started eating them, then she did the same, and soon Gloria returned and also got her share of chips.

“Did you talk to your friend you told us about yesterday?” Gloria asked.

I nodded, “I’m waiting for mom to come home so I can ask her if Martin, my friend, can come over tomorrow afternoon.” I mentioned. Gloria and Grace just nodded, and not much else was said after that. After the show was over they went into their room to do their homework, and I went to the computer to play a game. I did this until Mom came home at about five o’clock, which was when I asked her if Martin could come over.

“I don’t see why not, as long as his mother says it’s all right. At least tomorrow is a Friday so I don’t have to worry about you doing your homework,” she said before going to her bedroom.

“Yyeeesss!” I cheered happily. I don’t really know why I was so excited, but I guess it was probably just the fact that I had never had a friend over before.

During math the next day the teacher gave us some free time to talk quietly, so Martin and I talked about what we would do that afternoon. He mentioned that his mom said that he could stay over for the afternoon, but he would be picked up at five.

Suddenly Martin got quiet. He looked over at the teacher for a moment, and after a moment the teacher looked up at Martin and nodded. He got up and quickly walked out, grabbing a hall pass on his way out. I wondered why he left abruptly like that, but I didn’t question anything. He came back about five minutes later, but by then the bell had rung, so there was no time to talk. We just went to our separate classes, and then met up again at lunch, he was late once again.

“Sorry I left all of a sudden like that earlier in math… I kind of had to go to the bathroom, and that’s why I was late again today…” he stuttered as he nervously sat down. He sure did seem to go to the bathroom a lot, but I didn’t mention this.

“It’s all right, I understand,” I said.

“You do?” he asked.

“When you gotta go you gotta go!” I mentioned somewhat jokingly. He laughed at that and nodded, blushing a bit.

We continued to eat our lunches. I noticed after a moment he paused and said to himself, “oh no…”

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Um, no, nothing’s wrong! Um… I’ll be right back!” he said, getting up all of a sudden. He stumbled over himself a bit, but he didn’t fall. I watched as he ran out of the cafeteria, and, out of curiosity, I followed him. I presumed he had to go to the bathroom again, so that’s where I went. Trying to make as little noise as possible I snuck into the bathroom, in case he was in there. I didn’t want him to hear me and know I was ‘spying’ on him.

“Oh no… They leaked again… I should’ve gotten changed earlier…” I heard Martin saying to himself. I heard the hand dryer running, and I peeked around where the urinals were. He was in front of one of the dryers with his pants and shoes off, and he was holding his pants in front of the dryer. I also noticed his underwear, which had a yellow tint in the front of it, and oddly appeared thicker than normal briefs. I realized that Martin had wet his pants! I wanted to go to him and tell him that it was all right, but I just didn’t for some reason.

Suddenly I heard someone enter the bathroom. Actually, not just some one, but a group of three boys, and they happened to be the schools most well-known bullies: Rob Freeman, Zach Meyers, and Jordan Michaels. They just ignored me as they walked over to the urinals, first getting a good look at Martin and his situation.

“Looks like Maw-tin didn’t make it in time, again!” Zach taunted as the three surrounded him.

“L-leave me alone! I-it’s not an accident! I just spilled, Uhh, lemonade!” Martin stuttered, quivering.

“Then why does it smell like baby in here? It *really* smells like piss-pants in here, and you’re the only other one in here!” Jordan said, clearly not knowing that I was there as a witness.

“Hey guys, since baby Maw-tin likes wetting his pants like a baby, why not help him?” Rob suggested before reaching for his zipper. Zach and Jordan both agreed to do this, and they began to do the same thing.

I knew that I had to react now, and save my friend! I didn’t have time to go get a teacher, so out of haste I took off one of my shoes and chucked it at Zach’s head, “Hey, butt-head, piss on this!” I said, knowing that I might later regret doing this.

“You little son of a bitch!” Zach cursed as he and the other three came at me. I ran as fast as I could with only one shoe out of the bathroom, but I didn’t get very far before Rob and Jordan both jumped on me and pulled me down and started punching me in the back. I suddenly felt warmth around my crotch, and I realized that I was wetting my pants! Clearly Zach realized this, too, because he commented, “Looks like there’s two piss-pants n this school!”

Rob and Jordan stopped punching me for a moment and flipped me over. I tried to resist, but it was no use. They saw the huge dark wet spot on the front of my jeans, along with the puddle on the ground that I had clearly formed. I think I normally would have cried, but I didn’t for some reason.

“Dawww, I thought babies who pee-pee their pants aren’t allowed at school,” Jordan said mockingly. I pulled back my foot and kicked him in the bull’s eye as hard as possible! “Ow! You little shit!” he shouted as he hit me in the eye.

I thought I might be dead at this point, but I didn’t feel anything anymore, with the exception of the ground under me. I didn’t even feel Jordan and Rob on top of me anymore, and I opened my eyes to see the principal, Mr. Sullivan, along with the vice principals, Mr. Cable and Mr. McClain, holding all three boys down. I think I was so relieved at this point that I forgot to be embarrassed about my wet pants.

“Hey, let me go! He started it, he should be punished!” Jordan said, still trying to punch at me.

“Not from what I heard,” Mr. McClain said, “You guys are coming with us.”

Mr. McClain and Mr. Cable took Zach, Rob, and Jordan down to the office while Mr. Sullivan stayed. I also noticed that Martin was coming as well. My back really hurt from all the hitting, and my eye felt swollen. As I tried to sit up I felt dizzy, so I just lay there.

“Are you all right, Drew?” Mr. Sullivan asked.

“I feel kinda d-dizzy…” I muttered as I held my head.

Martin reached out his hand and tried to help me up. It took some effort, but I was able to stand. I saw him also look down at where I had wet, and I blushed a little.

“Don’t worry about that,” Mr. Sullivan mentioned, “It’ll clean up easy. Do you think you can go to class?”

“I don’t know… My back hurts… They hit me there really hard…” I muttered.

“You should go to the nurse’s office. I’ll go with you if you want,” Martin said. I agreed, so he supported me as I hobbled down the hall with Mr. Sullivan behind us. Martin also thanked me for helping him out.

“No problem… I’m your friend, remember?” I said, smiling as best as I could.

We soon got to the nurse’s office and I sat down in a chair. Mr. Sullivan mentioned what happened, and the nurse got me an ice pack, and then called my mom.

“I, Uhh, need to call my mom, too…” Martin said, noting his still wet pants. The nurse just nodded and proceeded to do so.

There was a moment of silence between us. I wasn’t really up to talking, and I guessed that he wasn’t either. I could tell that he wanted to ask about my wet pants, but he seemed shy about it. It didn’t really matter anyways, as our moms came and took us home. My mom was, understandably, very worried and concerned about me. She also noticed my pants, but didn’t mention anything.

“Are you hurt?” she asked me while we were driving home.

“They just hit me in the eye and in the back…” I said, noting my black eye and sore back.

“I’ll take you to the emergency room to get looked at after we go home and do some things,” she said. I had a feeling she meant my pants.

“Uhh… Sorry about that…” I muttered shyly.

“It’s all right, Drew, it was just an accident,” she said.

We got back home and I changed my pants and underwear, then we got back in the car and went to the emergency room. Mom filled out the required papers while I picked up a magazine from the table and read it as we waited. It took about a half hour until we got called back. We were lead into a small room where a lady was sitting at a table. She had me sit down and she asked me what happened.

“I was at school and these three bullies beat me up. They hit me in the back and in the eye,” I said.

The lady put one of those blood-pressure machine things around my arm and started squeezing it for a few moments. She talked to my mom also and got me one of those bracelets they put on your wrist. I was taken to an x-ray room along with my mom and they had me lay on my stomach so they could take an x-ray of my back. A heavy-looking man with glasses came in and made sure everything was in place before going back to another room. The X-ray machine beeped, and from the sound of its movements I assumed it was moving over my back by its sounds. After about twenty minutes the doctors came back and said I had no serious injuries on my back. They finally took a look at my eye, and then told us that it would heal with some medicine. My mom signed some papers, and then we left the hospital. When we got home all I wanted to do was sleep, so I lay down on my bed and took a nap.

I heard my door creak loudly as I was waking up approximately two hours later. I blinked a bit before realizing that it was just Grace coming in the room.

“Are you awake, Drew?” she whispered.

“Yeah… I am…” I muttered.

Grace came over to the side of my bed and asked to see my eye. She nearly freaked out when she saw what they had done to me, but really she looked more sympathetic than anything. She put her hand on my forehead and brushed my reddish-brown hair back out of my eyes as if she were my mother. Her hands felt really soft, just like my mom’s did.

“Does it hurt?” she asked after a moment.

“It does a little,” I said, “but not as much as it did at first.”

She just nodded and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat up and she gave me a small hug, to which I reciprocated.

“Mom also said you wet your pants,” she mentioned. I felt my face get hot with embarrassment as she mentioned this. I knew she wasn’t being mean, but it was still embarrassing that she knew about that.

“Uhh, yeah, kinda…” I stuttered. She just nodded and told me that it was all right.

We continued to talk for a few more minutes before Mom called us for dinner. Grace and I, as well as Gloria, all sat around the table with Mom and ate a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, which was probably my favorite food ever. Mom talked about what the doctors told her about my eye, and that it would heal pretty quickly as long as I put the medicine on it once every day, which was relief to me. I was also glad that I would only have to apply the medicine once per day because I absolutely hated eye drops. Mom also told us that Martin and his family would be coming over the next day for breakfast, since Martin didn’t get to come over today due to my injury.

Not a whole lot else happened for the rest of the evening. I used the computer for a little while before going to bed. While I was in bed, I couldn’t help but think about the fact that Martin wet his pants at school. It all clicked to me that he might have some sort of bladder problem, and that might be why he had to go often. I also thought about the UnderJams commercial that I had seen on TV the other day, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Martin maybe wore them at night, and possibly wet the bed, and that was the reason he didn’t want to sleep over.

The next morning I woke up bright and early at seven-thirty. I threw the covers off of me and made my way to the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth, then went into the living room where Gloria and Grace were watching something on TV. Gloria looked over at me and mentioned how my eye must hurt pretty badly.

“Not really, actually,” I said as I sat on the couch.

A few minutes later I heard my mom come out from her room. She went to the bathroom, then came out into the living room with Gloria, Grace, and I, and said good morning to us.

“Morning, Mom,” we all replied.

“Mom, when are Martin and his family coming over?” I asked.

“In a little while, do you want to help me cook breakfast?” she asked me.

I nodded eagerly. I loved to cook, and I was always glad to help Mom cook whenever she needed or wanted it. Mom and I went into the kitchen and began breakfast while Grace and Gloria stayed in the living room and watched TV.

Mom told me to make some pancakes, so I grabbed the mix out of the cupboard. Since we were expecting to feed twice the amount of people, I made sure to double the recipe so that we’d have enough, although I knew I could always make more if we needed it. I took out a measuring cup and a bowl and measured the right amounts of everything into the bowl, then stirred it up and set it aside.

We had just about everything ready when Martin and his family showed up. I answered the door and invited them inside.

“This is my little brother Freddy and my big sister Danielle, and my mom,” he said, introducing his family.

“Nice to meet you,” Martin’s mom greeted me.

“This is my sister Gloria and my sister Grace,” I mentioned as I pointed over to my sisters sitting on the couch. Gloria and Grace just said hello and continued watching TV.

Martin’s mom went to talk to my mom, so she went into the kitchen while Danielle and Freddy stayed in the living room with my sisters, and Martin and I went to my room to have a one-on-one conversation. We sat on my bed and faced each other to talk.

“I just really wanna thank you for helping me yesterday, Drew,” Martin said, “you’re a true friend. Most people would’ve just left me alone and let them beat me up, but you didn’t, you saved me.”

“It’s really no big deal,” I mentioned.

“I’m just kinda embarrassed that you saw my, Uhh, underwear…” he whispered.

“Oh, yeah… That…”

“I suppose I should go on and tell you, then, since you already kinda know,” Martin started saying, “I kinda have an over-active bladder problem, so I have to pee… a lot… I wear these underwear, they’re kinda like pull-ups, and they keep my pants from getting wet if I have an accident… But they leak a lot, so they don’t help a lot…”

“Don’t worry, Martin, you’re still my friend,” I assured him.

“A lot of people at school, especially Zach and the others, pick on me a lot for that… I also have a really sensitive stomach, and I get diarrhea a lot, so sometimes I poop in my underwear, too. Also, I might as well admit that my mom doesn’t not let me have sleepovers, it’s just, I also wet the bed at night, too… And I kinda wear, Uhh, diapers for it…” he continued. Martin’s face was turning slightly red, and I could tell he was embarrassed about this situation. I told him not to worry again, and then asked why he didn’t wear diapers to school. I don’t know why, but I was getting aroused by talking about Martin being in diapers.

“There’s many reasons,” Martin started, “I wear cloth diapers. My mom doesn’t want to keep on buying diapers for me, and you can wash and reuse cloth diapers, so yeah. Also, my diapers are made to be really, really thick. My pants would never fit over them, and even if they did my diapers would probably still show since they come up *this* high!” he added, holding his hand up to his chest.

I just nodded, understanding his reasons. Martin and I continued to talk about Martin’s diapers, and during this conversation I felt myself wanting to wear diapers more and more. I imagined what it felt like to have a thick mass of white cloth pinned around my ass, and to take every single piss and shit my body could make inside the diapers. I had a humongous boner, and I just couldn’t resist the urge to stroke myself, even with Martin sitting right there in front of me. He seemed to notice what I was doing, but he didn’t acknowledge it if he did. We also decided that since the cat was out of the bag so-to-speak, we could now plan a sleepover, so we decided to have one the next Friday night. I was somewhat also hoping that I could somehow get to wear diapers myself while I was at his house.

Our moms called us for breakfast a few minutes later, and not a whole lot else happened after that. Martin and his family stayed with us the whole morning, and even ate lunch with us as well. Martin and I talked about what we would do at our sleepover the following weekend.