When I was maybe 11 or 12, me and my best friend were out sledding in the deepest snow we had ever seen. The sledding hill was packed down hard and we really flew down. Then it was huff anf puff back up and go again. As the afternoon wore on, I began to have to pee. There were no bathrooms, and I didn't want to go home, because my Mom would worry about me catching cold and make me stay in; so I held it. Finally, I told my friend we needed to go home, because I had to go to the bathroom. He teased me a little about not being able to hold, and I decided I could go on a little longer. After a while I was hurting and said we had to go home. My friend said he didn't think I would make it, so I better go where I was. I asked if he meant I should go in my pants, and he said yes. I had a little wet pants fetish already, and now and then I would let a little pee run in my undies just for fun, and a couple of times I peed my undies in the shower, but I'd never wet my pants in public. I didn't think I could do it. My friend said we should walk over to a grove of trees where I could have privacy, so we did. I unzipped and finally got my penis out, though I couldn't get it out very far with all my clothes on. I had to go so bad, all I could get was a dribble, so there I was trying not to dribble down my pants. Are you going my friend asked. Startled by how near he was, I jumped and lost hold of my penis, which went back into my pants, with me still dribbling. I felt the warmth spreading slowing through my crotch, then down my legs. Desperately I tried to get my penis back out, but it was wet -- duh! -- and slippery. Then my friend reached into my pants and cupped my penis and told me it was okay. He wet his pants sometimes, too. Surprisingly, I felt immense relief. I leaned against my friend and closed my eyes, and just enjoyed the delicious sensation in my pants. My friend directed my flow back between my legs with his hand, and I felt my bottom and the back of my legs getting warm. I felt my friend's other hand on my bottom feeling the wetness. It was like I was just disolving away into warm pee. It was getting dark, which was good, since I had obviously wet my pants, and we started home. My friend told me how he wet his pants sometimes, and I told him things I had never told anyone. When we got near his house, my friend said, good! His parents hadn't gotten home from work yet. My friend stopped and spread his legs just a little. He took my hand and placed it in his crotch. It was warm and wet! He was wetting his pants! We went inside and my friend took off his wet clothes and put them into the washer. I had never seen his penis before and couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was hard and sticking straight out. I was getting hard, too. I wished I could undress, too; but I needed to get on home. My friend was rubbing himself, and he took my hand and cupped his penis with it as he shot his load. It felt like three shots from a squirt gun, then a few dribbles. I think if my friend had touched my crotch, I would shot off, too. But I knew I better go, so I turned to leave. His hand reached around my now cold wet pants and found my hard through the cloth. When his other hand again went between my legs from the back, I shot so hard it actually hurt. Gosh, it was great. My friend and I had some great times after that. but this is enough for now.