|
The following story is a complete work of
fiction.
Close Encounters
A Short Story by Danny -< PART ONE >- ~ First Encounter ~ My name is Max, I am fifteen-years-old and
I have decided to share some of the close encounters I have had. No not with
aliens, what do you think I am some kind of weird UFO chaser? No, the close
encounters I have had did not happen with little green men or strange lights
in the sky but with boys that I have seen in diapers; boys that were old
enough that they should not have been in diapers. I myself have not worn a
diaper since I was two years old. Mom always said I was very easy to potty
train unlike my older brother and sister who she says were very difficult. I
have worn pants that were soaked with pee but they were not my pants and I
wasn’t the one that peed in them but that is an encounter I will share
with you later. Mom has said on several different occasions
that my older brother wasn’t fully potty trained until he was nearly
six years old. He would have several accidents a week where he wet and messed
in his pants until one day when he just stopped completely all by himself. My
brother is five years older then I am but he still lives here in the house
with us because he is going to college. He is an ok brother but he is more
interested in being around computers than people. I never asked my mom how
long she kept my brother in diapers though; I guess because I don’t
want anyone knowing that I find diapers fascinating. I think the first time I ever encountered a
boy in diapers that I didn’t know, I mean a stranger, was when I was
about eight-years-old. It was around Christmas time because I can remember
all the decorations that were on display at K-Mart. I was there with my mom,
my brother and my sister. I was not allowed to walk around on my own even
though I was eight. I always had to ride in the cart, not in the seat area
but down in the basket area with all the stuff mom
was buying. More times then I care to remember I found myself buried under
clothes, food and other stuff with only my head sticking above all the
merchandise. On this particular day, while mom was looking at wrapping paper,
I suddenly had to go number two. I told mom I had to go and she made my
brother take me to the bathroom, which he very much was against, but he took
me anyway. If you’ve never been to a K-mart
department store then you probably don’t know that the bathrooms are
located all the way in the back of the store next to Lay-A-Way department. Of
course, my brother had to keep stopping to look at some new cool toy while I
cringed and suffered with the urgency of my predicament. Finally we could see the big Lay-A-Way sign
from over the shelves so my brother told me to go ahead and go then come get
him in the toy section when I was finished. I didn’t bother to protest
his letting me go alone because at that point I had to get to the bathroom or
I would really make a mess of myself. As you would expect around the holidays
there was a huge crowd of people waiting to put things in or take things out
of Lay-A-Way so it took me several minutes to get the ladies attention to
press the button to unlock the door from behind the counter. She didn’t
even ask me if I wanted in the bathroom. She must have seen the incredible
urgency in my face and just buzzed me in. Oh what a wonderful relief it was
to finally go. It’s funny the things we remember about life but that
particular moment of great relief was recorded in my mind forever. Actually
I’m reminded of it every time I have a particularly powerful or painful
poop. The close encounter happened as I was
coming out of the bathroom stall. When I had entered the bathroom I was in
such direst that I didn’t notice anyone else in the bathroom and I
don’t remember anyone coming in while I was sitting on the toilet either
so they must have already been in there when I came in and I just
didn’t see them. Well I sure saw them when I opened the door to the
stall. Back then they didn’t have them changing table things on the
walls of the bathrooms like you see in every public bathroom now. When I
opened the door a man that looked to be maybe 25 or 30 was leaning over a boy
that looked to be about six or seven and the man was trying to pull a pair of
red pants up over a diaper that the boy was wearing. I remember how shocked I
was at the site. I just stopped half way out of the stall and stared at them
both. The boy had flaming red hair and his face and legs were covered in
freckles. He was not upset at all about wearing a diaper or the fact that I
was standing there looking right at his exposed diaper while the man
struggled to get those horrid bright-red pants pulled up. The man eventually
looked up at me and I felt my face suddenly burning with embarrassment for
watching them. I was so embarrassed that I ran out of the bathroom without
even washing my hands. Once I finally found my brother, I tried to tell him
about it but he told me to shut up, grabbed my arm and dragged me off to find
our mom. Later that night I was laying in my bed
looking up at the ceiling replaying the scene over and over in my mind before
I drifted off to sleep. ~ Second Encounter ~ I eventually forgot about the redheaded
diaper boy from the K-Mart bathroom until nearly a year and a half later when
I had another close encounter that reminded me about that boy. My second
encounter though was not with someone wearing a diaper but someone needing to
wear a diaper. I was nine and a half going on ten when it happened. We were
at some restaurant someplace. It was kind of like a diner as I remember it
and we were all sitting in a booth that wasn’t really big enough for
all five of us but we squeezed in anyway. I happened to have been stuck next
to the window with my sister on my left and my brother sitting beside the
isle. Like usual I was sitting on a booster seat because I was so short that
if I had only been sitting on the bench my chin would have been at table
height. At first I didn’t like it because I was so squished but when I
looked out the window I saw tons of kids climbing out of a big yellow van. It
was all those kids that caught my eye because it looked like ten or more kids
that must have been teenagers all the way down to 4 or 5 years old. One boy
climbed out of the side of the van wearing a white t-shirt with a big yellow
and black smiley face on the front with one eye winking. He had on tan shorts
and it was completely noticeable that he had wet himself quite badly. I fully
expected someone to do or say something to the boy about wetting himself but
no one paid him any undo attention. He was smiling and acting happy, same as
the other kids from the van and they all came in, sat at the other side of
the restaurant and had their dinner just like we were doing. They seemed to
act like nothing at all was out of the ordinary and that is when I thought to
myself that maybe they are so used to him wetting that it’s nothing new
to them and they just ignore him when he does it. I found the whole thing
very fascinating and I think that was the first moment when I really got
hooked on the whole idea and started noticing it more and more. About half way through our meal I needed to
go pee and like I normally did, I slid out of my booster seat under the table
and popped out into the isle. Mom of course reminded me to wash my hands
before coming back out. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the bathroom
door. I stepped up to one of the urinals; it was the kind that was about four
feet tall and went all the way to the floor. It also had one of those white
urinal cakes lying in the bottom with a long dark curly hair stuck to the top
of it. I unzipped my pants and let go a serious jet of pee that hit the back
of the urinal wall and flowed down to the drain. As I was going I heard the
bathroom door open but I didn’t bother to turn around and look. Even at
nine and a half going on ten I knew that you didn’t look at other boys
or men when you were in a public restroom. I just kept watching my pee splash
against the back of the urinal until my bladder was empty. I had to fumble a
bit to get my zipper up before I turned to see that the one that had come in
was that same boy that I had seen wearing the wet shorts. He was standing two
urinals away from me pressed up close to the urinal but he was obviously not
peeing but fidgeting with his hands in front of him. For a second our eyes
met and we both quickly looked away then I heard him groan. He turned around
and said, “Can you help me? I can’t get my zipper down.” No sooner had he said the words then I saw
the front of his shorts beginning to get re-soaked and then the urine was running
down his leg. I actually was watching this little boy peeing in his shorts.
He looked down at his shorts as he wet, then up at me and said, “Oh too
late again!” He kicked his soaked shoes toward the
urinal and pee went everywhere. He brushed at his shorts a bit then went over
to the towel. It was one of those towels that were just one big towel that
you rolled around and around. He wiped his hands on the towel then left the
bathroom. That is when I realized I had been standing there with my mouth hanging
open. I must have looked like an idiot. It took me a few minutes to regain
control of my brain. I washed my hands and dried them on the towel after
rolling it down more to a clean area. I went back to the table, crawled under
and then up into my booster seat without saying a word. I didn’t eat
much more of my food, I just sat there and stared across the dinner at the
boy as he smiled and ate his french-fries. I am surprised my parents
didn’t say something about me gawking at other people but then again,
they were talking about their own thing and not paying me any attention. Everyone else had so much to eat that they
didn’t wanted desert and I kind of wanted some just so we could stay
longer but I knew that since I hadn’t ate all my food, mom would never
let me have desert. Dad paid the check and we left. On the way out I managed
to make eye contact with the boy again; I shot him a smile; he smiled back
and waved as he stuffed another french-fry into his mouth. ~ Third Encounter ~ The next encounter occurred on my tenth
birthday. A boy from my school had his birthday on the same day as me so we
had our birthday parties together as one big blowout. Our parents rented a
skating rink and we got to invite all of our friends and classmates to come
skate for free. Man that place was packed. There were kids there that I had
never met but I didn’t care cause in my mind that meant more presents
for us! Everything went along as you would expect and everyone had a great
time. We got so many awesome gifts and tons of money from people that just
gave us cards with money in them. Those are my favorite kinds of presents. Hint!-Hint! Well anyway, as things were starting to
wind down and several kids had already left I was out making a few final laps
around the rink when I heard my mom call me. She wanted me to come say thank
you and good-bye to everyone as they left. As I was coming off the rink floor
I saw some kid sitting over at the end by himself looking kind of bummed out
so I skated over to him really fast to make sure he was ok but as soon as I
rolled up to him I could see why he was so upset. He had wet marks down the
legs of his pants showing that he was wearing a diaper that had sprung a
serious leak. When he looked up at me instantly I could
see that he was about to bust out crying but I acted fast. Hey, my names Max
and I will help you. Stay here until I come back and I skated to my mom. I
whispered in her ear about the boy and asked her to get my jacket from the
coat and shoe room, which she did. I then took my jacket to the boy, had him
stand up and I tied my jacket around his waist using the sleeve as a sort of
tied belt and let them dangle down in front. He told me his name was Simon
and although we had never really met, I later found out that we were in the
same gym class. Luckily he already had his skates off and his shoes on so I
rolled along beside him as he walked up to the door. My mom stopped us as we
got to the door and whispered to him, “Just have your mom send the
jacket back later.” And then he left. After we got home my mom praised me quite a
bit for being so nice to Simon and helping him. I played it off by saying
something like I just didn’t want him to be embarrassed in front of all
those kids. That was the only time in my life up to
that point that I had openly supported someone that wore diapers where my
family or friends knew about it. Although what I did for Simon just came
naturally at the time, later when I was alone in my room I realized just how
close I came to being discovered. At age ten being labeled is something that
can stick with you forever, at least that is what I thought at the time. So I
determined that from now on, I would be more careful about hiding my secret
infatuations with those that wore diapers. I am sure you are wondering if Simon and I
became friends. I am sorry to say no we didn’t. Simon’s mom did
bring my jacket back the next day and it had been freshly laundered but when
I tried to become friends with Simon in Gym class he acted like I had the
plague or something. I got the idea and backed off from him. I still see him
in the halls sometimes at school but we never even so much as say hello to
one another. I doubt if he even remembers me but I sure do remember him and
Simon’s secret is safe with me. ~ Fourth Encounter ~ I was lucky that I didn’t have to
wait too long for my next encounter. Actually, after the encounter with Simon
I found myself watching and looking for my next encounter. I couldn’t
play in the park or walk through a store without eyeing every boy or girl to
see if they were wearing a diaper. It happened at, of all places, my school. I
was sitting in my Math class and I was really not feeling well at all. My
stomach was doing flip-flops and I felt like I was going to blow chunks at
any moment. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I raised my hand and
asked to go see the nurse. I must have looked bad because my teacher gave me
a hall pass without any questions and I started to make my way to the nurses
office but I didn’t even make it halfway before my insides exploded out
my mouth. I showered puke all over the hallway floor as well as splattering
my pant legs and shoes with the contents that had been my breakfast. Now I have heard it said that once you puke
you should start feeling better but not me, not this time. No sooner had I
stopped blowing the first time and up it came again. I still don’t know
where the teacher came from but when I stopped puking I saw him standing next
to me. He was big, no... he was huge and I
didn’t remember ever seeing him before. He took hold of my shoulders
and picked me up like a little boy and carried me to the nurse’s office
where he deposited me on one of the beds. I was feeling incredibly bad still
so I didn’t really care who he was; all I wanted was to stop hurting. Before
he left I saw him talking to some lady then the nurse came over with one of
those big metal waste paper baskets that schools have and set it beside me.
She was about to tell me that if I felt like I was going to be sick again to
use it but she only got out about two words and woops there I went again but
it was so fast that it went all over me, the bed and the floor. Oh man I had
never been so sick in my life. I just wanted to die at that point but that
nurse, she didn’t get upset or nothing; she just got some towels, rags
and a pan of water and started to clean me up. Unfortunately I had made a very bad mess of
my cloths so she removed my shirt while she wiped the puke off me. I was so
sick I didn’t even protest when she took my shoes and pants off of me
and left me lying there in just my red and blue superman underwear. Had I not
been so sick I probably would have been horrified and scared that someone
would see me wearing superman underwear but at that particular moment I
didn’t care about anything. I got sick two more times before she had me
completely cleaned up. By then I was so worn out I just collapsed into the
bed and fell to sleep. I wasn’t asleep very long maybe 10 or 15 minutes
but when I woke up I stuck my head into the wastebasket right away and puked
again but not very much, mostly dry heaves now. When I stopped having the dry
heaves I looked up and saw a boy in the next room through the door that was
opened about a foot. At first I didn’t know what I was
seeing then I realized I was watching a boy that must have been a grade past
me pulling on a pair of jeans. I only got a quick look but for the quick few
seconds I saw his bare legs that lead up to a white diaper that was only
partially covered by his green and white striped shirt. I remember I
snickered, I actually snickered but then I had the dry heaves again and when
I stopped and looked up again the door was shut completely. I fell back into the bed and realized I had
a blanket over me so I pulled it up to my chin and lay there thinking about
the boy. Maybe ten minutes later the nurse came back and behind her was my
dad who looked understandably concerned. As the nurse helped me set up, my
stomach muscles were really sore now, my dad took off his suite coat and put
it around my shoulders like a really baggy bathrobe and he took me home
dressed in his suite coat and my superman underwear. I must have looked
pretty ridicules walking out the front of the school with my dad’s arm
around my shoulders and me wearing his coat, which only just missed dragging
on the ground. Dad had to stop twice on the way home so
that I could stick my head out the door. I didn’t puke but I had the
dry heaves both times. Between my two dry heave sessions I was leaning back
in the seat when it suddenly hit me that I knew who that boy was in the
nurse’s office. His name was Sam and he lived about two blocks from my
house. I had seen him at the park many times and even played touch football
with him and a bunch of other kids a few times. And just like Simon, I
promised myself that I would keep his secret forever. Something else I thought I might add here
about my dad. He is a criminal defense trial lawyer and I found out after I
got better that when he found out I was sick he was in the middle of a trial
and he asked the judge to call a recess so that my dad could come get me. I
don’t know about you but that floored me when I over heard mom and dad
talking about it. I have never seen my dad the same since that day and I
never will. ~ Fifth Encounter ~ Later that same month I had what I call a
near encounter cause I am not sure if I really had an encounter or not. Let
me explain it and maybe you can help me figure it out. I was sitting on the
steps of the library with my mom and my brother while we waited for my sister
and dad to come out. I was just sitting there reading a tongue twister book;
I had a thing for them back then, when a man and a boy of maybe six or seven
years of age walked up the steps beside me. The boy passed within a foot or
so from me and though I did not see anything that would make a person think
he had on a diaper I smelled that unmistakable smell of baby powder. And
maybe it was my imagination or maybe I really did hear a crinkling sound when
he stepped up each step. I broke one of my own rules just then
because I turned around as they passed and looked to see if I could notice
the outline of a diaper under his pants but he looked like any other normal
boy. My mom saw me looking and I quickly said that I thought that boy looked
failure. Mom said something like I probably was thinking of someone else and
dropped the subject, much to my relief. After that I was a lot more careful
and on guard. ~ Sixth Encounter ~ I didn’t have anymore encounters that
school year although I did see Sam and Simon in the halls from time to time
and it would always send my mind racing but I have always been true to them
and never ever let their secret get out. Honestly, the last month or so of school I
didn’t think too much about diapers because I had a new excitement to
look forward too. I was going away to summer camp for three weeks and I was
leaving just three days after school let out. So going to camp was all that I
thought about and all that I ever talked about. I think I drove my family and
friends crazy with it all but I was just so excited
that I couldn’t keep it all inside of me. Now if you have never gone away to camp you
won’t understand what it is like getting ready to go. It’s kind
of like trying to put a bunch of monkeys, stoned on sugar, into a box. It was
just insane and I was so happy when school was finally over and the big day
arrived. We had to go downtown to the theater
parking lot for me to catch the camp bus. I was really surprised how many
kids were there. I found out that not all of the kids were going to Camp Two
Pines. There were actually three different camps represented there. The camp
I went to was a regular summer camp, one of the others was for band camp and
the third was what my sister called a nerd camp. Now I am sure you are wondering why I am
going to camp and my brother and sister are not. It’s simple actually;
my brother has his own paper route now and it would cost him more to pay
someone to do the route for three weeks then he would actually make doing it
himself so he is staying to deliver papers but he will be staying with the
neighbors the whole time since mom and dad are going to Europe. My sister is
going to go stay with our grandparents because she has a crush on a boy that
lives near them and she made my parents think she just loves our grandparents
so much that she wants to stay with them all. Hey what do I care, I have three weeks away
from my brother picking on me and giving me noogies
and from my sister stinking up the bathroom with her hairspray and other
girly junk. I said my goodbyes before we left the house
and I asked my mom and dad not to embarrass me by getting all mushy in front
of the other kids, which I managed to convince them to do. They said goodbye
and I could tell mom wanted to swoop me up, cry and
hug me to death but she restrained herself. Dad just shook my hand and said,
“Have a nice time son.” Sounding like he was talking to another
adult but also being a bit sarcastic. Oh and being the smarty pants that I
have always been I answered back something like, “Oh yes dear father I
shall and please take care of mum while I am gone. I shall miss you both so
terribly much!” That made them both laugh and I grabbed my things and
ran for the bus. Truth be told, I was a bit choked up myself but I
wasn’t about to breakdown with so many kids watching. There were a bunch of blubbering parents
all around the buses and quite a few kids blubbering too. I even heard a few
begging not to go but I had looked forward to this for months and I was so
ready to go. I stopped at the door to the bus; a funny guy with oily medium
length hair checked my name off his list and told me to give all of my stuff
to a guy that was throwing everyone’s stuff up to another guy on top of
the bus. I did as I was instructed and then I got on the bus. I ended up sitting next to this girl that
was wired. She talked faster then anyone I had ever met but she was kind of
cute, I mean as much as girls could be when you are a kid. After about
45-minutes the funny guy climbed on the bus and announced that everyone was
accounted for and that we would be leaving in ten-minutes. He also introduced
himself has Marty and about half the bus shouted out all at once, “HI
MICKY!” He shot everyone a mean but silly look and shouted back,
“That’s Marty... bear bate!” and everyone laughed. I had no
idea why they had done that; I figured since it was my first year at camp the
only idea I could come up for was that they all must be returning campers. Just before we left Marty ran through the
camp list again and everyone said, “Here!” or some silly
variation of it and then we were off. The trip was nearly two hours long but
it went fast and we sang songs for part of the way and everyone talked with
someone the rest of the time. After about a half hour of listening to
Crystal, that was the girls name that I had sat down next too, I decided I
needed to move or she was going to drive me nuts. As soon as she started
talking to a girl in front of her I made my escape and moved up a few seats
to where three boys were looking at what I thought at first were baseball
cards but turned out to be a deck of cards with nearly nude girls on them.
They welcomed me right in and the four of us joked and laughed and hit it off
right away. As luck would have it all four of us got
split into different cabins, which bummed us all out, but not for too long.
When I got to my cabin most everyone was already there and had taken a bunk.
I ended up taking a bottom bunk next to the bathroom. I would later
understand why no one took this bunk earlier as I heard every little and not
so little sound that happened in the bathroom not to mention the smells. There were 14 kids to every cabin and two
adults. One was the camp councilor and the other was a councilor in training
called a C.I.T. Our councilor was Jake and we eventually nicknamed him Jake
the Snake and sometimes just Snake for short. I honestly don’t remember
the real name of our CIT, everyone always called him Frog. Even the Camp
director and other councilors called him Frog. Frog was great at telling stories and he
told us a different one every night for the three weeks. Frog was able to do
a different voice for every person in his stories and no two persons ever
sounded the same in the different stories. Jake the Snake was like the big brother
that everyone wishes they could have. He talked to us about anything and
everything we wanted. He even told us all about sex one evening when we all
forced him to by asking him over and over again the entire day. You know
something, I am 15-years-old now and I still miss Jake and Frog. I think
about them from time to time and wish I knew where they were today. Ok now that I have set the stage, I will
tell you about the next close encounter I had. It was the very first night of
camp. I was so wired from all the excitement that I couldn’t sleep but
then hardly anyone else could either. Jake and Frog let us talk as long as we
only whispered and stayed lying down on our own beds. We talked well into the
night and only stopped when sleep grew stronger then our excitement. I figure I was out for about two hours or
more when I woke up to my bed shaking. Now when I say it is dark at night
when you are out in the middle of nature I mean it is D-A-R-K. Once they turned out the cabin lights you can’t
see your hand right in front of your face. There was a small green light in
the bathroom but the door always closed so the only time there was light was
when someone was coming out from or going in to relieve themselves. To say I was scared from the shaking of my
bed would be an understatement; I was so scared I could not move. I had
images of being initiated since I was one of three new kids in our cabin. But
after a moment the bed stopped moving and after another moment the bathroom
door swung open. I briefly saw that the kid going into the bathroom was the
same kid from the bunk above me. I calmed down after that and didn’t
think anything else about him until he came back out of the bathroom and
started to climb back up to the upper bunk. That is when I heard that
unmistakable crinkle sound. Don’t ask me what made me do it
because to this day I don’t know what it was that possessed me but I
sat bolt up in my bed, reached out into the darkness and caught him by the
leg. I must have scared him nearly to death because I heard a small audible
gasp as his whole body went completely ridged. I think I was just as scared as he was at
that moment and my mind was racing to find a way out as I heard my own voice
whisper into the darkness, “You didn’t flush.” I was still holding on to his leg and he
was still not moving at all. It seemed a long dead pause before he whispered
down, “I was getting a drink of water.” Now he knew it was a lie and I knew it was
a lie and I could have said that no he wasn’t cause the water never
turned on but for some reason I let go of his leg and whispered, “Oh .
. . ok then . . . sorry.” Though I couldn’t see him I could
tell by the way the bed suddenly shuttered that he swung himself up into the
upper bunk. I lay there, my heart beating so hard I thought it was going to
explode through my chest and I noticed he was either breathing really hard or
he was trying to muffle the sound of himself crying; I wasn’t sure
which. The second night played out the same exact
way except everyone was so worn out from the lack of sleep the night before
and from the three hour nature hike they took us on after lunch that most
everyone collapsed into their beds and were sound asleep within minutes of
Frog finishing his story. I couldn’t go to sleep. Although I was so
very tired, I had spent the entire day thinking about my bunkmate whom I
found out at breakfast was named Buz. Buz did his best all day to avoid eye contact
with me. He was obviously scared I was going to tell everyone his secret but
I had no intention of going around blabbing; as a matter of fact I wanted to
talk to him and let him know that I was willing to help him hide it from
everyone but I couldn’t get close to him all stinking day. Even if I
could have there were too many other kids around that I couldn’t have
brought it up. So I lay there in my bed wide-awake and
sure enough I felt the bed start to shutter just a bit. I could tell he was
being even more careful not to wake me this time. I let him get all the way
down and I pretended to be sleeping when he opened the bathroom door. I had
my eyes closed just enough that in the dim green glow from the bathroom I
would look to be out cold, yet I could still faintly see him. He looked over
at me to be sure I was sleeping then stepped into the bathroom and closed the
door. I wanted to get up and go into the bathroom too but I didn’t want
him to think I was cornering him so I waited for him to come back out. This time he did flush the toilet which
really wasn’t smart because if I had been asleep I would have woke up because it was that loud. I still faked like I was
asleep when he came out and after the door closed again I listened closely
this time and I could hear him getting closer to the bed. I knew right where
he was in relation to me as he started to climb up and I again sat up,
reached out and grabbed him this time getting a hold of his waste right at
the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I felt and heard the crinkle from my
hands touch. This time I pulled him back down and surprisingly he
didn’t go all stiff but instead with the slightest hesitation he came
back down. I pulled him all the way onto my bed and I felt him set down
beside my knees. I could both feel and hear him breathing hard. He was scared
and I was sure that if I could see his face he would look like he had just
seen the angel of death. Since I couldn’t see, I had to reach out with
my other hand until I found his pajama shirt, which I took a hold if and
pulled him closer so that I knew his and my face were only inches apart. “I know.” I whispered so soft
that only he could hear me. He didn’t say a word, didn’t
move, and didn’t do anything but breath very hard. I could feel his
breath on my face, it felt cold and smelled of the
meatloaf surprise we had for supper. Buz was literally
scared to death and I had to calm him down. “I know, but I swear your secret is
safe with me. I will never tell a single person. Heck I will even help cover
for you if you need me too.” I paused for a second then whispered,
“Ok?” Buz was shaking in my hands and it took him
several seconds to squeak out a barely audible, “Ok”. I knew Buz needed
more so I figured I would give it to him. “I used to wet too. The only reason I
was allowed to come to camp this year was because I had been dry for three whole
months.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying or even if Buz would believe me, but I wanted him to trust me. After I said that I felt him relax and he
stopped shaking. He whispered so quietly that I could hardly
hear him but I got the idea of it, “Really? You really did?” “Yeah! So you know now that your
secret is safe with me!” I reassured him again. “Ok, I better get in my bed.”
He said and with one hard shake of the bunk he was up on his bunk. After a couple of minutes of complete
silence I felt the bed shutter a bit again and I heard Buz’s
voice close enough that I knew he had his head hanging over the side. “Max? You still awake?” “Yes,” I said toward the
direction his voice came from. “Thanks Max,” he whispered
again. “Don’t mention it,” I
whispered back again. The bed shuttered again and I felt him
settle in for the night. I fell asleep a few minutes later. After that night Buz
and I were inseparable. No mater what we were doing or were we were going we
went together. Eventually I found out that he wasn’t wearing diapers as
I thought of them but was actually wearing GoodNites, which at the time I had
never heard of. He even showed me them one night when we both snuck into the
bathroom together. I now know more about them because I looked
at the package on a store shelf after I got back home but at the time I
remember thinking to myself how un-diaper like they really looked. I even
told him they looked like real underwear. Of course Buz
never let me see them on him; he always had his pajamas on over them and I
never dared ask to see either. The only reason he let me look at one that one
night is because I had told him that I never wore diapers and that I always
had to sleep in a wet bed. Yeah I know it was more lies but it helped Buz to feel more comfortable about the whole ordeal. The three weeks of summer camp were great
aside from getting stung by a yellow jacket and having to endure screaming
pain in my foot for a few days but Buz stayed with
me and sat on the benches with me while we watched everyone else playing
kickball or soccer or whatever. I think Buz was
my very best friend ever and it hurt like mad when I had to say goodbye to
him at the end of the three weeks. Unfortunately Buz’s
family lived over two hours away from us so I never got to see him again
after that summer. We sent each other letters for a few weeks after camp but
then his letters stopped and I found out two weeks before school was due to
start again that Buz was killed in a car accident
with his aunt when they were hit by a truck driver that was drunk. Dad said
they both die instantly and didn’t suffer. I’ve no idea how dad
found out about it but to be completely honest, I don’t really want to
know. I still think about Buz all the time and I
really miss him. ~ Seventh Encounter ~ School started back up in the fall and it was great to see all my old friends that lived to far away to see each other during the summer. As for the close encounters, I had not seen any diapered boys since I returned home from camp and it wasn’t for lack of looking on my part either. The only way I kept myself from missing Buz so much was to slip down the baby isles at the stores just to ogle the packages and check out the different kinds of diapers like Pampers, Huggies, Pull-Ups and GoodNites. I never really knew just how many different kinds there were for all different aged kids. Then finally one day when just mom and me
were at the drug store I saw this boy that look like he was about my age come
walking in with his mom and he didn’t look happy at all. Normally I
would have not thought anything about his bad mood but something about the
boy had caught my eye and I decided I needed to follow him. I asked my mom if
I could go look at the toys. The drug store had an isle of cheep trash toys,
you know the kind that break after two hours but they were still fun to look
at. Except this time I had no intention of going to the toy isle. Mom said
yes and I was off in a flash. It was hard to follow the boy and not look like
I was following him. He was walking behind his mom as she went
down each isle picking up different items as she went. He was looking at the
floor and shuffling his feet while looking so pitiful. If Bruce the school
bully had seen him he probably would have said something like,
“Somebody call a Waaaabulance!” or
something as equally thoughtless and insensitive. When he and his mom turned down the diaper
isle he suddenly got a look of fear and total embarrassment on his face. He
turned white as a sheet and froze to the spot. His mother turned around, gave
him an angry look and said, “Get your little butt over here right now
or I swear to god that I will pull your pants down right here in this store
and spank your bare butt for everyone to see.” If it was possible the boy looked even more
frightened as he slowly walked over to his mother. When he was within
reaching distance she snatched his arm and gave him two strong swats on his
bottom and from the sound of it he wasn’t wearing a diaper just then
because I could hear the smacking sound of her hand against his fleshy
bottom. It was all that he could take and the tears started to roll. His mother let go of his arm and said,
“Go ahead and cry. Since you wet your bed like a baby you might as well
act like one too.” And with that she took a big package of
pampers off the shelf and pushed them into his arms. You can carry these all
the way home. I felt so bad for the boy and I felt equally as much hatred for
his mother for the way she was humiliating him in public. That whole time I
had been standing just at the end of the isle where I could see everything
but it looked like I was looking at the items on the end shelf, which were
some sort of foot soaking tubs with motors on them. The boy and his mother
went to the checkout and I went to find my mom. She was picking up her
prescriptions and was about ready to go too. I learned a lot from watching that boy and
his mother. I learned that no one should be made to feel bad about wearing
diapers or for wetting their pants. I also learned that some kids have really
horrible parents. Less then a month later I saw that same boy
again but this time it was at the park and I wanted to go say something to
him but I thought better of it. I didn’t want to embarrass him more so
I just watched him playing Frisbee with an older kid probably his brother and
then I left and went home. But that wouldn’t be the last I would see of
him. ~ Eighth Encounter ~ Somewhere around the middle of the school
year when everything is kind of moving at a crawl and each school day is
torture unto itself I had my next and probably best close encounter and it is
one that led to a friendship that still exists even today. I got held back in reading by my teacher
because she wanted to talk to me about my lack of effort recently and by the
time I got to the boys locker room to change into my gym shorts most everyone
was already dressed and up in the gym. I say most everyone because there was
still one boy in the locker room when I got there. He was still in his
regular clothes just sitting on the bench that stretched between the two rows
of lockers. He was staring at the floor and it was heart wrenchingly obvious
that he was crying. At that moment I wasn’t thinking
about diapers or anything, I was just thinking about getting changed and
getting upstairs to the gym as fast as possible but when I saw that he was
crying I had to see if he was ok. I walked over to him, “Uh, are you
alright?” He just sniffled and said, “Leave me
alone!” I thought for a second about going back up
to the gym and getting our gym teacher but then I decided not too. I just
went over and started to change. He was maybe five feet away and still crying
while I stripped to my underwear and socks. I opened my gym locker, stuffed
my clothes in and pulled out my gym shorts, which were starting to get a bit
ripe. I made a mental note that I would take them home today and let mom wash
them. I kept glancing at the kid while I pulled on my shorts and sat down on
the bench to put my gym shoes on. He was still crying but he was trying not
to let me see his face. I had enough, I couldn’t go up to the
gym and leave him down in the locker room crying so I turned to him and said,
“Listen I know you probably don’t want my help but I can’t
just leave. Please what’s wrong?” “What do you care?” he snapped,
stood up and made like he was going to leave but stopped and starting crying
again with his back to me. I pushed my foot into my second shoe and
started to stand up as I looked back over at him and realized for the first
time what he was crying about. The place where he had been sitting was wet
and a quick glance at his backside showed where the wet spot came from. Without thinking I said, “Did you pee
your pants?” The words were out before I knew it. I
wanted so badly to grab them from the air and shove them back down my throat
but it was too late. He turned to me and with a surprising
amount of anger he screeched, “And I suppose you want to laugh at me
too? Maybe call me names too? Go ahead! Call me baby or diaper boy, go ahead
there’s no teachers here to get you into trouble!” He was both crying and viably angry. I was still not completely standing and I
let myself sit back down on the bench. I let out a heavy sigh before I said,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that like that.” I sighed again, “Were the guys giving
you a hard time earlier?” “No way, they were patting me on the
back and congratulating me for pissing myself! What the #$@% do you
think?” He was still exploding with anger. “I’m Max, Max Riddle and if you
want you can wear my school pants out of here.” That took the wind out of his sails and I
could see the anger flush right out of him but he just stood there. “Listen, take off your wet clothes
and go shower real fast. Then you can put on my clothes and get the heck out
of here before the guys come back.” I said. “What?” is all he could say and
it came out broken and high pitched. “Listen, if you stay down here much
longer the guys will just come back down and bully you some more. I am
offering you a way out!” I stood back up and faced him. “But what will you wear?” he
asked. “I am going to take your clothes and
rinse them out in the sink then wear them out of here. No one will think to
look at me and I should be able to get past everyone and then hopefully they
will dry during Social Studies class.” I laid out my plan for him but
also for myself since I was winging all of this. “Your crazy!
You’re going to put on my pants that I peed in?” He was truly
reeling from my offer. I started pulling my shoes and shorts back
off again, “Yes now strip!” This time I stripped all the way to my
birthday suite except for my socks, “By the way, what’s your
name?” I asked. He finally started stripping, slowly at
first but then faster, “Mark!” he said rather excitedly. I looked up at the clock on the wall.
“They will be coming down here in about 15 minutes so you best go run
to the shower fast while I go rinse your pants.” Mark ran to the showers bare naked while I,
wearing only my socks ran to the sink and soaked the pants completely several
times ringing them out each time. When I got back to my gym locker Mark was
just coming back from the shower and I saw his hair wasn’t wet. “That was good thinking not getting
your hair wet.” I passed him my underwear. “Here take these
too.” He gave me a funny look then put them on
and then my pants as well. He put his shirt back on since the edge of
it was just a bit damp, tucked it into my pants that he was now wearing and
tightened up the belt. I slipped my gym shorts back on then I put
on his pants that were heavy from the water and I felt the wetness through my
shorts almost immediately. “Whoa momma that’s cold!”
I exclaimed and I pulled my gym t-shirt on, then my regular shirt on over
that. “Why are you putting on both
shirts?” he asked. “To help keep me warm in Social
Studies.” I said. “Oh yea that is good thinking.”
He smiled at me for the first time. I sat down to put my shoes on again and
felt the cold really hit my bottom and I realized that there was little
chance the pants would dry while sitting in class but I was committed now. “Hey how come I have never seen you
around before?” I asked. “We just moved here last week.”
Mark said while tying his shoes. “We don’t have any classes
together do we?” I remarked. “Yea actually I am in your Math class
and well of course gym too.” I didn’t say anything but I was
surprised that he had been in the class for a week now and I didn’t
have any idea how I could have not known it. Then it hit me that on Monday of
last week I had come in late cause I had to go to the dentist to get a cavity
filled and that is probably when the teacher introduced him to everyone. Once we were both dressed we agreed to meet
after school at the jungle gym and we would figure out what to do from there.
I told him to go out first and act like nothing was wrong and don’t
stop for anyone or anything. Just to keep walking till he was out of
everyone’s site. I would wait about five minutes then I would come out
and run like the wind so everyone would be less likely to see that I had on
wet pants. Well the plan worked great except I ended
up with a cold for about 4 days but I still came to school. Mark and I did
meet up at the jungle gym after school and we decided to go to his house to
changing our pants back again. Mark and I became the best of friends from
that day on. We always wore each others clothes and when we slept at each
others house we would sleep in the same bed together until we both got so big
that it was more comfortable to both crash in sleeping bags on our bedroom
floors. I am sure you are wondering if Mark had a
regular wetting problem. Yes he sure did. He not only wet every night but he
also had several accidents at school but he and I were able to keep everyone
from knowing about it after that first meeting. ~ Ninth Encounter ~ As it turned out, a couple of the guys that
had been picking on Mark that day in the locker room were good friends of
mine but when they found out I was hanging out with Mark they started picking
on me for a few weeks but soon lost interest in both of us. All except for
Steven, he seemed to delight in calling the two of us names whenever he saw
us for about a month after I rescued Mark. Then one day I happened to come into the
boys’ room in between classes and surprise; there was Steven all by
himself standing in front of a urinal. And what was even better, he
didn’t see me come in. I snuck right up behind him and with my whole
body I pushed him into the urinal and pulled the flush handle. Steven was
soaked completely down his front. I didn’t bother to stick around
either; I let go of Steven and ran for the door. I still needed to pee but I
figured I could wait until after class now. I never did hear how Steven got
away with no one finding out about that or seeing him
soaked however, he also never bothered Mark or me again. ~ Tenth Encounter ~ Like I said, Mark and I became the best of
friends and I did my best to help him deal with his problem. Before I met
Mark he didn’t wear any sort of protection for his wetting during the
day or night but after a few weeks I convinced him to ask his parents for
some GoodNites. I had told him all about my best friend Buz
from camp the previous summer and after he started using the GoodNites at
night he started wearing them to school just in case and they sure saved him
on several occasions. Mark tried to talk me into wearing one of
his GoodNites one night when we were camping out in his back yard but I
didn’t do it. I did end up sleeping that night in just my yellow and
red briefs while Mark slept only in his GoodNite. I often wonder what would
have happened if his parents or big sister had stuck their heads in the tent
that night. Mark and I hang out all the time still.
Though recently he has been sitting around moping at his home because he fell
while skateboarding and broke his left elbow and sprained his right wrist. He
can’t even go to the bathroom by himself right now. He needs someone to
pull his pants down and up for him and he has to have someone wipe his butt
too. I admit that I have helped him with his pants but I told him there is no
way I am wiping his dirty butt. His mom is the one that usually ends up doing
that for him. Meeting Mark and becoming good friends was great but it
didn’t stop me from looking for those close encounters. I also should
add here that so far Mark is the only person I have ever confided in about my
fixation and he is more then cool with it. ~ Eleventh Encounter ~ I had another close encounter near the end
of the school year. It was brief but memorable. I had been growing pretty
fast that year and all of my pants were getting tight on me so mom had taken
me clothes shopping. We went to this outlet store. I had never been to one of
these stores but it was pretty cool. The dressing room on the other hand left
a lot to be desired. It was a big room with a cold plastic bench that went
around three of the walls. There was no dividers and only a curtain over the
doorway that when pulled back anyone in the store could see into the room.
Mom gave me four pairs of pants to try on so I went into the dressing room
and there was a boy already in there trying on clothes too. He looked to be
about 14 maybe 15 but was still kind of on the small side too; it was his
face that seemed older to me. I didn’t pay him too much attention until
he pulled down his pants and I saw he had on a regular diaper like little
babies wear. He kept his back to me the entire time we were in there but for
some reason I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was watching him and I
took my time trying on my pants so that I could watch him as much as
possible. Eventually he was done, got dressed and just before he left he
turned around, smiled a big smile at me and walked out of the curtain. I sat
stunned for a moment then quickly put my clothes back on and went back to the
sales floor hoping to see him still there but he had already left. ~ Twelfth Encounter ~ Do you remember me telling you about the
boy I saw in the drug store, the one whose mother was so mean to him? I saw
him again shortly after school let out that year. I was at Radio Shack with
my dad and I had gone to look at the musical keyboards. I had wanted a
keyboard for about a year and I drooled over them every chance I got. I
thought dad was just about done when the sales guy started to talk to dad
about a new cell phone. My dad has got to have the newest and best phone
available and the guys at Radio Shack know it. So since I knew we were going
to be a while I decided to go look at their radio controlled cars and that is
when I ran into the boy again. He was looking at the r/c cars too and this
time I got to strike up a conversation with him. I learned that his name was
Sean and his dad was buying them a new computer. I looked over to the computers
and saw who I thought must be his dad. He was a very big man and I
don’t mean with muscles. Sean said he had a radio-controlled truck at
home that he got for Christmas and that he wanted to get one that was really
fast. I managed to work my way past him to the other side of the shelf and I
just happened to bump him enough to find that he was indeed wearing a diaper.
He didn’t seem to realize what I did because he just went on talking
about the different cars and which ones did what tricks. There was a sweet car on the bottom shelf
that came with three different body shells and interchangeable tires. I
squatted down and was looking at it while also looking for any of the tell
tale signs that he really was padded and that was when I caught the smell of urine.
Don’t ask me why because I still don’t know but that sort of
excited me. I so badly wanted to reach out and touch him but I was just too
scared and about then my Dad called for me. I had many a dream filled night
about Sean for a while after that encounter however it still would not be the
last time I would see him. ~ Thirteenth Encounter ~ After meeting Sean I had a bit of a lull in
my encounters. It was about nine or ten months later before I would have my
next close encounter. The house that is across the street from ours had been
empty for over a year. I remember hearing my parents talk about how the man
that used to live in it died and the house was stuck in legal stuff so it
couldn’t be sold. Finally one day I saw a moving truck in front of the house
when I was coming back home from the park where I had been riding my bike and
trying to pop wheelies which I wasn’t doing so well. Mom, my sister and I ended up going over
later that day to welcome them to the neighborhood and I got to meet their
son who was my age. He had hair so blonde that it almost looked white when
the sun hit it just right and it was all combed straight back making him look
like a pint-sized, albino mafia goon. His name was David, he also had really
pale skin, I mean really pale like a sheet a paper. He turned out to be an
unusually quite kid and really super shy. I didn’t find out why until
about a month later. I was just coming home from Marks house and
saw that he was sitting out on the front steps of his house. I asked if I could
go over to David’s to play until dinnertime and mom let me. Like I said
David was shy and quiet but he was still a pretty nice guy. When I got across
the street I made my way up the steps and sat down next to him. He looked a
little bummed and was just staring down at his feet. “Hey David, what’s up?” I
asked as I sat down and gave his shoulder a bit of a push like I was trying
to push him over. He didn’t answer so I pressed the
issue a bit. “Why are you just sitting here?” He looked over at me and his eyes looked
glassy, more then those pale grey eyes of his normally did. He looked like he
was on the verge of crying. “Uh, you ok?” I asked putting
my hand on his shoulder. He still didn’t answer but went back
to looking at his feet and then started to cry but quietly. I didn’t
say anything else; I just left my hand on his shoulder and let him cry. We
sat there for about five or six minutes until his dad pulled into the
driveway from work. That’s when David got up and ran inside. The next day David, Mark and I were all
walking home together and joking around a bit. In the back of my mind I was
still wondering what had been wrong with David the previous day but I
didn’t bring it up. About halfway home we reached When we turned the corner onto our street
we both saw it at the same time. Hanging out of his bedroom window was a
white sheet with an obvious pee stain in the middle of it. I looked at David
and could see the horror in his face. He gave me a single glance and took off
running for his house with incredible speed. I stood there for a few moments
not believing that his parents could do something like that and also not
believing that I had a friend that wet the bed living right across the street
from me. As I again started walking toward my house
I briefly saw David’s face in his window as he pulled the sheet in; he
then closed the window and curtains. Being that I had an infatuation with
diapers this whole scene was replaying over and over in my mind as I reached
my front door. I stopped, turned around and that is when it hit me. Yesterday
when David and I were sitting on the steps in front of his house, when his
dad had arrived home and David had turned to run into the house I had heard
the sound of a diaper crinkling but I had not noticed it just then.
Unfortunately, David was so horrified by the experience that he would have
nothing to do with me after that. If he was outside and we saw each other he
would run into his house. If I saw him at school he would turn and go the
other way. About six months later David’s parents split up and David
went to live with his mom in ~ Fourteenth Encounter ~ Near the end of that school year Mark and I
were walking home from school when Mark got a funny look on his face. Not
funny as in ‘Ha-Ha good joke’, but funny as in he was in pain or
something. I asked him what was wrong and then saw it. Mark had been wearing
GoodNites during the day as well as at night for a while now but today his
GoodNite had sprung a leak and was running down his pant leg. Now I am sure
you are thinking that at least we were on our way home right? Well there is
something I haven’t shared with you. You see Marks dad is a huge jerk
and he hits on Mark all the time for the stupidest stuff. I mean my parents
spank me or will smack my face when I say something really bad like the time
I spilled a whole bowl of cereal on the dinning room floor and without me
knowing it the F-word came out my mouth. My mom smacked my face so hard I
nearly went down on the floor. I got grounded for a week for that slip of the
tongue. However, Marks dad would have pulled off his belt and laid into Mark
until Mark was black and blue. I have never personally witnessed Mark getting
beat but I have heard it a couple times as I had been going over to see him
and heard it happening as I was walking up the front walk. Both times I ran
back home and never told Mark that I had heard. Mark and I had talked about
it several times because it was pretty obvious to me since I always got to
see his bruises that he had all over. With just a look we both knew what the
other was thinking. From that first day where we swapped clothes, Mark and I
had always wore each other clothes and when he slept over at my house he
would always wear my clothes and I his when I stayed at his house. So we both
knew right away that we needed to swap pants and underwear before Mark could
go home but we were outside and in the open. We looked around and could not
find any place that would be secluded enough but then Mark had an idea.
Without sharing his idea with me he just said, “Come on!” and
took off running. We ran for three blocks, passing his street
on the way before Mark finally slowed down and I realized what he was
thinking. There on the corner was the Quick-E-Mart. We went behind the
building and had all the privacy we needed. Mark quickly shed his pants and
the wet GoodNite, which was dripping as he pulled it off; I too slipped out
of my pants and underwear handing them to him. Taking his wet pants I slipped
them on; the pee was cold from the running we had just done. Once we were
both redressed we started back toward his house dropping his soaked goodnight
in the trash dumpster behind the store before we left. No one was ever the
wiser and I was able to rinse out his pants when I got home. Like I’d
done before, I hung them over my desk chair to dry and we swapped our cloths
back again the next day after gym class. ~ Fifteenth Encounter ~ I have had a few other encounters but none
as close as those I have shared with you thus far. Just things like boys that
were around 7 or 8 who I had seen in places like a restaurant or in stores
but I never got close enough to see anything other then a bulge or the diaper
sticking out the top of their pants, or once seeing the tell tail sign of a
diaper that was just starting to leak. It went that way for sometime until
yesterday. I had to go to the doctor because I have
this rash all over my body. The day before, Mark and I had been clearing out
the weeds around the fence in his back yard and we must have got into some
poison ivy or oak and didn’t know it. The weird thing is Mark
didn’t get a rash but boy I was just covered in it. Well, while I was in the waiting room,
waiting to see the doctor this boy was wheeled in by this really heavy lady
with the biggest dang hairdo and wearing way too much makeup. I assumed that
the fat, clown lady must have been his mom. The boy looked like he was 11
maybe even as old as 12 and he was covered from his neck to his toes in this
bright yellow blanket but his left leg was not covered and I could see he had
a cast on it that went all the way up his hip and disappeared under the
blanket. The lady parked him right in front of me slightly angled so that I
had a good view of his cast and his face. She then went to the receptions window
and left him there alone. He looked miserable; I mean more then you would
expect someone with a broken leg would be. He saw me looking at his cast and
said, “I crashed my mini-dirt bike.” I looked up at him, “It looks like it
hurts a lot.” “My leg doesn’t bother me too
much, but both of my collar bones do. I can’t do anything but sit
propped up or lay on my back. I can’t even feed myself because it makes
the bones move.” He offered. I cringed as I asked “You mean you
can’t even go to the bathroom yourself?” He frowned, “No I have to wear
these.” And he moved his right arm a bit to open
the blanket to reveal that he was wearing nothing at all but a diaper. Right then and there I got an instant boner
and that was not a good thing since I had a rash on my entire body. It made
me itch like you wouldn’t believe but I was still very excited and
managed to only wince from the inching. I squirmed a bit and glanced at my
mom who was sitting over by the receptionist still filling out my paperwork.
He let his arm settle back down and I could see that, with that little bit of
movement he had caused himself a great deal of pain. “You ok?” I asked. He managed a crooked smile and said,
“Yeah, just hurts so much to move. They are
going to do an operation tomorrow and put screws into both of my collar bones
so they will heal right.” I winced just thinking how much that would
hurt. “Wow, how long ago did you
crash?” I tried to make conversation but I really wanted to get another
look at him in that diaper. “Three days ago.” He answered. I saw a bit of sweat trickle down his face
as his mother returned. “I have to fill out some more forms sweetie. I
will be right back ok?” She held up a little water bottle for him
to take a sip and then she gently kissed the top of his head. “You feel warm,” She said. “I’m really hot.” He said
in a bit of a baby voice. She opened his blanket some to let him cool
off then wiped his brow with a tissue she had pulled from her purse and went
back over to fill out the form. He looked up at me and I know he caught me
trying to peek. I could now see from his face, down his bare chest past his
belly down to his waste and just a hint of the top of the diaper. My crotch was itching like mad but I
didn’t let it show. I was a little embarrassed to be staring
like I was but I was relieved when he gave me a bit of a smile. “My mini-bike was not damaged at all
but you can see I didn’t do as well. My leg is broke in three places
and my collar bones are both broken and I have a couple bruised ribs the
doctor said.” I was surprised at the maturity and good
nature given his age and his situation. I could see he had on some kind of
cloth brace that was holding his shoulders back. It kind of looked like big
overly padded backpack straps. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I have this rash from poison oak or
something. It itches like mad too!” I said. “It looks like it.” He offered
as he tried to move and the pain twisted his face. “You ok?” I asked. “I am still hot, can you open this
blanket some more for me?” he spoke through his clinched teeth and I
think I saw tears well up in his eyes. I didn’t even hesitate, I stood up
and was careful not to touch him both because I didn’t want to hurt him
and I didn’t want to give him what I had. That would be all he needed! I opened his blanket so that his other leg
was now exposed as well as his diaper. “How is that?” I asked. “That is good, thanks.” he said
with a relief filled sigh. I sat back down and found myself staring
right at his diaper. It was white with pictures of little yellow ducks on the
front. He was obviously wearing a diaper that was made for a toddler. I looked back up at his face and he was
looking right at me and was wearing a peculiar smile. I had to re-adjust myself in my chair
because my penis was both aching to be released from my pants and it was
itching like you would not believe but I didn’t want to set there and
be scratching my balls. “How did you get the rash?” he
asked finally breaking me away from my locked gaze. “Huh? Oh, I was helping a friend pick
weeds and I guess I got into some poison ivy or oak or something
yesterday.” I could not believe the view I had before
me. Here was a boy of 11 or 12 that was sitting in front of me wearing
nothing more then a yellow blanket, a cast on his leg and a baby’s
diaper. My mind was racing and I was just about to
gain the courage to ask him about the diaper when I heard my name called by
the receptionist. I said goodbye to him, and got one more
look at him in his diaper. He too said goodbye and smiled at me,
“I hope your rash gets better really soon.” “Yeah me too and I hope your surgery
goes good.” I said back as I waved to him. I was so relieved when a nurse came in and
started rubbing me down with this foul smelling cream. But oh it felt so good
and it took away the itching right away. I didn’t even mind when she
pulled down my pants and underwear and started to rub the cream into my
groin. The doctor ended up giving me a shot in my
butt, which didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. He said it would
help to clear up my rash and he prescribed some of that cream to help with
the itching. He also said it should all clear up in a few days and if not
then to come back. As we were leaving I got to see the boy again. We stopped
at another nurse’s window while mom signed some things. I looked past a
curtain that was cracked just a bit and I saw the boy laying on the bed with
nothing on but his diaper. He was looking strait at me and smiled. I waved to
him, smiled and we left back through the waiting room. ~ Sixteenth Encounter ~ On the way home we stopped at the drug
store to get my prescription filled. I decided I would rather just stay in
the car because walking made the insides of my legs itch. While I was sitting
waiting on my mom one of those cool new Toyota Rav4’s
pulled up next to our car. It had slightly tented windows and was painted in
a beautiful pearl white finish. I was checking out the fine car when I
realized I had seen the man before that was getting out of the car but I
couldn’t place where I’d seen him. I was sure that I knew him
from somewhere. I watched as he walked in front of our car
and then into the store. It was bugging me that I couldn’t figure out
where I knew that large man from then I heard someone call my name. I turned
to look and there was Sean with his head sticking out the driver’s
window of the Rav4. I couldn’t believe it was Sean from Radio Shack and
I honestly never though I would see him again. He was obviously older but he
still looked the same as he did before. I rolled down the window and said,
“Hey Sean! Wow I can’t believe we have run into each other
again!” “Yea my dad had to get me some . .
.” he paused only for half a second, “. . . stuff.” I smiled knowingly at him and we were able
to talk for a few minutes. I asked him if he ever got that faster radio
controlled car; he said he didn’t. I told him about my poison ivy or
oak or whatever it is I have and how I got it. He said that they just bought
a house not to far from the store. I told him that we lived pretty close too.
Just before my mom came out we agreed to meet at the park this coming weekend
after my rash was cleared up. Mom started up the car and pulled out of
the parking space. Sean and I gave each other one last wave and a smile as
mom pulled away, however, just as we were pulling out of the parking lot I
happened to look over and saw Sean’s dad walking out of the store with
a shopping bag in his left hand and a package of GoodNites in his other.
Their car was parked just out of my view so I know that Sean didn’t see
me looking at his dad. I can’t wait until this weekend to meet Sean at
the park. So I am sitting here at my desk in my room
writing all of this down and wanting so badly to be able to scratch but I
can’t because it makes me itch more. I know when this rash is gone I am
going to be very busy hanging out with Mark and Sean, my two diaper wearing
friends. |