COLE'S MYSTERIOUS LIFE

Chapter 2

A Note from the author:

As always, this is a fantasy story, not a reality. Please enjoy reading it, but I do not condone the actions within the story and therefore do not condone such actions in real life.

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Cole was falling, falling down into a dark hole in a field.� He had been running from the man on the porch, the man whose expression gave nothing away as to his intentions. Down into the hole he kept falling, screaming as he fell, grasping at roots and vines, chunks of dirt...� The light above disappeared and he was surrounded by darkness, still falling.

He landed with a splash, water all around him, coughing and spluttering. The water was not cold however, it was soothing and warm.

He remembered why he was here, the man had chased him through a field, the man who had watched him pee.� He still didn't know why he had needed to pee so suddenly, but he remembered the sensation and the relief of letting it go.

Lights were suddenly around him, candles on the walls of a cave, a large cave, a daunting cave.� His feet were stuck and he couldn't get out, he was trapped. "Help!" he screamed. "Help!" Over and over.

"Cole, sweetie." Anna shook her son. "Wake up, you're having a bad dream."

He bolted up in his bed, gathered his senses and burst into tears, hugging his mummy tight, "Mummy, I think I've peed the bed."

Anna felt behind her son and felt the damp bed. "That's okay," she said, lifting him out. "Where are your pajama's?" she asked, seeing he was naked.

Cole shrugged, looking back at the wet patch in his bed. "I wasn't comfy in them," he said.

Anna checked her son's head for a temperature.� Seeing as he hadn't wet the bed since he was about three, and that he wasn't comfortable in his pajamas, she worried.

"Derek," she called out for her husband and he came rushing in, still only in his PJ bottoms himself. "He's wet the bed," She said quietly as if being quiet would draw less attention to it. "Can you get him in some clean pajama's, while I strip his bed?"

Derek saw his son's nakedness and put a hand behind his head saying, "Come on, buddy.� Let's get you some clean clothes."

Anna's request for clean pajama's for Cole was because she assumed he must have been sweating into the last pair, which would explain why he had stripped off.

Cole and his dad went into the spare room where they kept clean laundry and searched for clean Spiderman pajamas.

"Daddy, I don't want to wear any pajamas," Cole said, remembering how they made him feel itchy.�

Derek looked at his son, grabbing both of his arms, mainly to stop him toying with his erection. "Well, how about just a pair of undies then?"

Cole thought for a moment.� The thing was, he loved his pajamas, but he really, really didn't want to be itchy and he knew his undies would make him itchy in bed too.� But, he knew his mummy and daddy wouldn't understand and so he nodded and answered, "Okay."�

He was handed a pair of Ben10 underoo's and he pulled them up his white legs and covered his peepee and balls, a peepee which he suddenly realized was doing that thing again.

Derek chuckled, seeing his son holding his undies out at the front, with a confused look on his face as he stared at his erection. "Don't worry, Cole, that happens to all big boys, okay?" He took his son's hands again to distract him, allowing the undies elastic waistband to snap closed.

Realizing his daddy had seen what he had seen, Cole went red.� Then what his daddy said slowly started to sink in and make sense. "Okay," he answered, smiling and happy that his undies were not making him itchy.

"Okay, sweetie." Anna said, kissing her son on the forehead, "If you have a bad dream again, you can wake us up.� Okay?" She patted his bed for him to get in.

"Okay, Mummy, I love you," he said, climbing under the covers, and receiving a kiss on the forehead from his daddy too.

They walked out and left him, the door slightly cracked.� Already though, Cole felt uncomfortable, his undies had started itching and he just couldn't get comfortable.� After what seemed an eternity to the seven year old (but was actually less than a minute), he pulled his undies off and dropped them on the floor.

Instantly, he felt relieved and comfortable.� He wanted to wear pajamas, or even just his undies, but they just felt too uncomfortable. He was really confused about this sudden discovery and even more confused and upset that he'd wet the bed; he was a big boy.� It was while he nursed these confusing thoughts, that he fell to sleep.

The following day went very similar for the school routine and Cole left straight away again, anxious once more to get home to play Minecraft.� As he walked up that strange deserted street, he saw that that man was there again, except this time he was trimming the plants near the fence.

Cole froze to the spot just a couple of feet away.� He turned red faced in embarrassment as he remembered the day before and that the man had seen his peepee.

"Hi," the man said. "No watering my garden, okay?"

Cole wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, while at the same time he felt ready to run for his life from the scary man.� He just nodded and wished the man hadn't mentioned it, because now he felt the urge to pee coming and the more he tried to not think about it, the more he needed it.

"What's your name?� Or should I call you the water-boy?"

Cole just continued staring at the man, his voice lost in his fright and his mind trying desperately to tell him he didn't need to pee.� Trouble was, he was almost bursting now and if he didn't grab himself, he'd wet himself. The man continued to stare at him, the quiet street void of anyone else, making the one way encounter, seem even more bizarre and silent.

Cole couldn't take it anymore, and with a quick glance around, he pulled his pants down to his ankles, thrust his hips forwards and let loose with his pee.� He hadn't pulled his pants and undies down all the way like this since he was real little, but he knew that if he hadn't, he would have made a mess of them, because of how much pee he had inside him.

And the man was right in front of him, so close that the pee was almost hitting his feet.� Why didn't the man look away or tell him off?

The ebb of pee slowed to a stop, so Cole grasped his peepee and started rubbing it up and down to shake off the last drops.� He knew that it was important to not get pee in your clothes, his parents had told him that when he was little.� And the best way to know you had shook it well enough, he figured, was to rub it until it stood up.� That's why his daddy had told him last night that everyone's peepee stands up.

As his peepee finally stood up fully erect, he let go and looked at the man, realizing the man was still looking at him. To Cole, iIt was extremely embarrassing and he didn't understand why the man was watching him pee instead of doing his gardening.

"So, what's your name?"

"Cole," he replied while his pants were still down at his ankles.

"Well, Cole," the man started, leaning forwards, "it's nice to meet you." He extended his hand to be shook.

Cole took the man's hand nervously and shook it, feeling very grown up, as he stared into the man's face, thankful that he now smiled for once.

"You best pull your pants up, Cole."

Cole blushed and pulled up his school pants, thankful the man didn't ask him why he wasn't wearing undies today.� How would he be able to explain how they made him itchy at night, and so he just decided to not wear them today?

Gathering his things, Cole made his way home.� The man had seen his peepee again, but it sure beat random strangers driving or walking in the street seeing it.

His only wish that the man hadn't mentioned pee in the first place, because then he would have made it home without needing to go.�

Arriving home, he got himself a drink to wash away the day taste from his mouth and did his homework before heading upstairs.� As the PC booted up, he stripped off his clothes and sat naked in the computer chair, knowing that the webcam only showed his face, chest and sometimes his tummy.

Once again though, as he got his game and the stream going, he realized it was 5:30 already.� What if his mummy or daddy came home early?� He'd have to listen for their cars, but what if they were already here before he had started listening for them?

Without thinking, he stood on the chair to look out of the window, thankful that the drive was clear, meaning that he'd have time to play Minecraft.

"Wow."

"Whoop, whoop, good boy."

"You're so cute, Cole."

"OMG, you're all pervs.� Leave him alone, he's just a kid."

"Dang, kiddo."

"LOL"

As Cole sat down, he read through the messages as they poured in, but chose to ignore them, not understanding half of them and not interested in being called cute.� So he started his game, talking people through the early stages of his tree house.

"Why did you stand up, Cole?"

Because of his dad's videos they uploaded together playing various cool games, the most of 78 viewers knew his name, "To see if Mummy or Daddy are home," he replied over the mic.

"I heard a car," said one person in chat.�

"Me too."

"Yep, I def heard one."

"Stop teasing him, you morons."

Cole however, read the first couple of messages and stood up again to see out of the window, thankful once again that they weren't back yet. Turning back to the PC he said, "No, you guys, they aren't home yet."

"Do you get hard, Cole?"

"WTF, LOL!"

Cole read the messages. "What do you mean, Pinhead08?" He had been taught by his daddy to say people's usernames so they know you're addressing them.

"You should at least put undies on, kid."

Cole read it and flushed red.� How did he know he didn't have undies on? He checked his cam feed and it showed only his face and chest. "I don't like undies, they make me itch," he answered to shut the person up and to be funny.

A flood of messages came in, most of which were being nasty, or telling him to get off stream and that he will get account banned.� He couldn't keep up, so he just continued playing.

A while later, he did hear a car, so once more he stood up, and then sat down fast. "I've got to go, guys, Daddy's home.� Thanks for watching Little Samurai!" He said his stream name (his dad was big samurai) and then ended his stream, saved his game, and dashed to his room with his clothes in hand, just as he heard his dad shut the front door.

He put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, leaving off the underwear again and then went and greeted his daddy.

"Hi, how's my little man doing?" Derek said, hugging his son tight.

"I'm okay daddy, I was doing Minecraft." He gave his daddy a kiss and was put down on the floor. "What's for dinner?"

The rest of that evening, went slow and uneventful.� Just a standard evening in Cole's family.

Finishing his night time pee (that his mummy insisted he have today), he shook himself dry until his peepee stood up and then he went to bed, stripping off naked and climbing in.� It felt so good to be naked in bed, it's why he now hated pajama's.� He wished his parents wouldn't buy them for him all the time, but it was because they didn't want him sleeping naked.

Grabbing hold of his standing up peepee, he squeezed it tightly and then started to drift off to sleep.

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