COLE'S MYSTERIOUS LIFE

Chapter 3

A Note from the author: This story, like so many of my stories, is an experimentation in a writing style that isn't my norm. Expect to read a rather jig-sawed mess of things, as we try to follow the thoughts of a 7 year old boy named Cole and like most boys his age, they don't stay focused for long... Therefore, expect to be confused at times!

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.

What do you think is going on? I welcome feedback, constructive criticism, views on characters, suggestions for future chapters etc. I have a general idea of where I am going with the series, although nothing is set in stone.

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Wednesday rolled around and Cole woke up to sunlight pouring into his face. "Morning, sleepy," his mummy said from near the open curtains. "Up you get."

He threw his covers off himself, full of energy like always in a morning and sat up.

"Cole, where have your pajamas gone again?" she asked, partly amused and partly concerned by her son's sudden bed time attire (or lack thereof).

Cole shrugged replying, "I told you, Mummy, I don't like PJs, they make me itchy." He said that while absently squeezing his little erection between his thumb and finger.

She rolled her eyes, "Well, go and use the bathroom and then come back and get dressed for school."

He did as he was told and once in the bathroom, fought with his peepee to make it aim down into the toilet. In the end, he let himself fall forwards, catching himself against the wall and managed to angle it down, "Stupid, peepee," he mumbled to himself, not fully realizing it was hard, not that it was just being uncooperative. Returning to his room, he dressed in his school uniform, minus his undies, because he didn't want to risk being itchy.

His school day was pretty routine until lunch time recess. As he sat with his friends and pulled out his lunch pack, a pair of his underoos fell to the floor in plain view of everyone. His face flushed red as people laughed and try as he might, he couldn't pick them up to hide them at first.

He wished that hadn't happened, but how did it happen? How did his undies get into his school bag? Maybe his mummy had put them in there by mistake.

The rest of his school day went without incident and as usual, he rushed out, determined to make the twenty minute journey on time this time, so that he would have longer to play games before his daddy got home.

As he approached the scary man's house, however, his pace slowed to a walk. The man wasn't just scary, he was mysterious, like some sort of secret that Cole wanted to unwrap. Today, the man was once again on his porch, a drink in one hand. Wearing a dirty, white tank top, with faded jeans.

'Just like a trash person,' thought Cole, remembering back to his daddy's opinion about how certain people dressed.

As he looked at the man's drink, realizing his own thirst and want to get rid of the day's taste from his mouth, A wicked idea jumped into his mind. Cole smirked, he knew just the way to insult the trash man who scared him so much. 

Turning around, he pulled down his pants, letting them drop to the ground.� He bent over and showed his butt to the man, his hands on his butt cheeks, pulling them apart so that the man would be insulted by seeing where his poop comes from.

He smiled to himself as he stayed in the position, counting to fifty in his head, because that should be long enough.

As he stood up again, his pants in one hand, he realized that his peepee was also standing up and it was itchy. He grabbed it and squeezed it a few times, before realizing that he wasn't even behind the tree this time and a couple of cars had driven passed.

His face burned red as he realized they had seen him and he let go of his peepee, pulling his pants up fully.

He turned triumphantly however to the man, his insult to the trash man complete... But the man wasn't smiling or angry, he just sat there drinking his stupid drink and looking at him.

The plan hadn't worked and Cole rushed home, eager to instead get to his game.

Getting a drink and doing his homework quickly, he rushed upstairs and started up the game and his stream. This time round, he figured that he'd have enough time to change clothes after the stream. As he started to continue his epic tree house, the viewer count rose, into the 50's within the first ten minutes. 

"You found your clothes."

"Boo."

"Do you have undies on today?"

"WTF, you guys are creeps. I'm reporting you." 

Once again, Cole only read a handful of the messages, not able to keep up with the chat due to his age.

As he heard a car, he stood up to check if it was his daddy and then he froze.

His hand reached down, and his mind fought with various emotions as he realized suddenly that he'd needed to pee and it was coming out of him as he stood there.

He felt the warm and wet pants under his hand as he continued to stand there in shock.

"Is the kid pissing himself?"

"Hahaha."

"Oh, no Cole, don't worry buddy."

"LOL! He's pissed his pants.� What a baby!"

Cole managed to read the messages as he felt pee running down his legs and he began to cry, totally confused and humiliated. Hastily, he turned off his stream and his game without saving, as he sat there now in his wet clothes.

Beep.

He looked up to see a message on the screen, a friend request from TheBestSamurai.

He clicked accept.

TheBestSamurai: Hey, little buddy, are you okay?

Cole knew it must be one of his viewers and his face flushed red with renewed vigour as he realized the person probably had seen him be a baby.

LittleSamurai: I gess

TheBestSamurai: It's okay, you're a cool little streamer. Just go clean yourself up and if you want, I'll tell your daddy what happened later?

Cole felt his tummy do a flip at the thought of his daddy finding out.

LittleSamurai: No don't

TheBestSamurai: Okay, you best delete this chat then so your daddy won't find out. Do you know how to?

Cole thought for a moment and realized that he did.

LittleSamurai: Yes

And so he did, before taking his viewers advice and stripping his clothes and wiping himself with toilet paper. 

He hadn't meant to wet himself and now he knew everyone had seen. He couldn't tell his mummy or daddy, they'd be mad at him! So he chose to hide his school clothes in his room and put on one of his daddy's Star Wars t-shirts. 

Suddenly, he realized that he hadn't checked to make sure all of the pee was out of his peepee and so he rubbed it up and down until it was standing up. 

Just as he finished checking, the front door opened and Cole dashed downstairs quickly, leaping into his daddy's arms and hugging him tightly, hoping his daddy could make all of his bad day, go away.

Derek could feel his son's tool digging into his tummy and for a moment he was proud that his son was definitely a boy, even if that thought was strange.

Then it dawned on him that his son was obviously not wearing undies and that he had wet himself again.� He rolled his eyes and simply asked, "How's my little man doing?"

Cole just hugged his daddy tighter, tears quietly running down his cheeks.

Derek didn't ask any further questions, just choosing to put his briefcase down and sit on the stairs, with Cole hugging him and clinging to his waist.� "Better go change your pants, buddy."

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