Dylan Loves Chris

(Note: this story is referred to in part 9 of the story 
"Taylor Hanson's Homework" as having been written by 
Aaron.)

	I guess the first thing I should say is the names of 
the characters have been changed to protect identities. 
This has been done because the story itself is true.
	My name is "Dylan" and I am a diaper-boy. I just 
turned 15 and finished 9th grade. Although I am glad to be 
out for the summer my school year was incredible due to a 
friend I've come to love. My hopes for the summer are 
incredibly exciting. I guess I always dreamed of falling in 
love with the perfect girl, except that hasn't happened yet 
and now I'm wondering if it will happen. What has happened 
is, I feel I'm in love with the perfect boy. I know boys 
aren't supposed to fall in love with boys, since people say 
it's a sin, but when I'm all alone with him it seems so 
right. Only after he leaves me do I get all these 
conflicting feelings about it that tells me it's wrong. I 
wish I could admit something like this to my dad. He's as 
good a dad as any boy could hope for and he'd probably 
understand, but I feel so weird about it and I sure would 
hate to disappoint him. Who knows, maybe they already know 
and are just keeping quiet. I know they think the world of 
Chris. They certainly don't object to me spending so much 
time with him, which I expected by now.
	Who could such a boy be, you might ask, that might 
cause such feelings as these. His name is "Chris" and he's 
a diaper-boy just like me, that is, in my same grade at 
school. Long before I knew he was a diaper-boy I already 
liked him and his easygoing personable nature. Not only 
that, but Chris is drop-dead gorgeous. After seeing him 
dressed only in diapers I just can't imagine being 
separated from him forever. There in lies my dilemma. I 
feel Chris loves me, too, and is just afraid to outright 
admit it. If he's like me he figures that this might end 
our relationship cold if he made such a revelation. So we 
go on being the best of friends enjoying our diapers to the 
max, and I do mean max, as in climax, when we are together.
	A little about me now. I guess I can't pinpoint when I 
started liking diapers. My parents were really kewl with me 
about it as a kid. I read all the potty training posts and 
just have to laugh. My folks had the right idea and their 
approach to potty training me was rather maverick for its 
day back in the late 80's. My potty training went well 
because I knew if I kept my pants dry in public I would 
always be rewarded by still being able to wear diapers at 
home. I hear some experts are now recommending this 
approach and that they say, "don't worry, kids will 
eventually give diapers up altogether." The idea is to make 
this process as stress-free as possible. I just never 
wanted to give them up as the experts now predict and 
luckily my parents never expected me to. One day when I was 
7 I asked my dad if he liked wearing diapers and to my 
surprise he told me that he always wanted to as a boy but 
wasn't allowed. I don't think he wears diapers, but I think 
he enjoys seeing me wearing them. I know most people that I 
know would freak out to learn that I have always gone 
around my house in exposed diapers, especially at my age, 
but to me it's always been normal as I hear some kids get 
to go around in their underwear. So what if my favorite 
brand of underwear is Huggies.:) Speaking of which, 
disposable baby diapers don't fit anymore and haven't in a 
few years.:( I been going to the DPF chat and talking with 
other teens about this. Currently we have been putting 
together a campaign for Proctor and Gamble to make "real 
Pampers" to fit us instead of those creepy adult briefs. 
Why can't they realize they would make a fortune? Oh well, 
cloth diapers are better than those crappy things. I like 
pinning several together and plastic pants are kewl. Dad 
says he likes them better on me since that was what he wore 
back in dinosaur times. "Whatever." I really enjoy wetting 
them mostly. Nothing feels better when it's wetter. I do 
good in school and I hope to be a vet since I love animals.
	Enough about me. Chris is just so adorable. I admire 
his courage. He was brave enough to wear diapers to school 
and this was how I found out about him. I never wore 
anything other than regular underpants until I met him in 
school, but I have tried my luck a few times when I knew we 
wouldn't have to dress out for PE such as sex ed class. It 
was a lot of fun stroking my plastic pants through my 
pockets while other's learned about conventional sex. I 
been doing it, "masturbation", since I was 13. I actually 
got diapered up 'til when I was 12 and I really missed it 
at first. Mom probably knew it wouldn't be long 'til 
something like that happened, and since then I have 
diapered myself. Most of the time I just sit in my diapers 
and get off to looking at pictures of diaper-boys like me 
rubbing my plastic pants 'til I cum. Chris likes doing it 
the same way which is really kewl. Sometimes we read erotic 
stories together and even do a little critic comparison of 
what we like. He likes girls that diaper boys while I could 
do without any girls. Boys hanging out together like we do 
does it for me.
	Chris is just so incredibly sexy. The first day in PE 
when he dropped his sweatpants to reveal his diapers to the 
whole world I fell in love immediately and knew it. His 
dark skin, black spiked hair and long smooth legs were just 
to perfect for his cloth diaper and plastic pants. Unlike 
most boys our age Chris don't have much body hair at all. 
Only a slight trickling near his ankles is it. No arm hair 
pit and no, he doesn't shave it, either. The spiked-hair 
look is cute but I wished he'd go back to his natural 
blonde color and let it grow out. He did that to escape 
getting confused with a teen idol that has the same name. 
Boys named "Chris" should be blonde-haired diaper boys and 
be proud of it. I know that I would trade in my brown hair 
any day to have what he doesn't want. Who knows, hopefully 
he will read this and understand that. His voice still 
breaks with puberty sounds, which is funny. I especially 
love hearing him admit that he has gone pee pee in his 
diaper and plastic panties. He likes calling them plastic 
panties while I prefer the more boyish sounding plastic 
pants. Since I know what he likes though I call them 
plastic panties as well in his presence. Luckily, Chris is 
like me and gets to wear diapers at home now, though it 
took awhile for his folks to come around. The incident at 
school convinced them that he wasn't going to give it up, I 
guess from what he's told me.
	If you read this, Chris, please understand that I love 
you and never ever want to lose you my friend. Diaper-boys 
are such a rare gem and I know I have been blessed where 
others can only fantasize about the real thing. I don't 
know if I'm saying that I'm gay or not. I can only express 
my true feelings for you. It ain't like I want sex with you 
the way most boys talk at school about that kind of sex. I 
think you feel the same way since our feelings are so 
similar. If you've ever read Jason Erickson Home Alone I 
guess that really sums up what I'd like to try sometime 
with you. Not saying I would like that, but it sounds worth 
trying. I do know that I want to kiss your lips, look into 
your eyes and feel your plastic panties meet mine against 
our wet diapers underneath. After reading this if your 
feelings are like mine. let me know with a kiss on the 
lips. If not just say "Good Story", man, and I will know 
we've gone as far as possible. Just don't leave me because 
I love you and will always be your friend and I'm kewl with 
that so don't feel pressured. I'm just telling you that 
you're my best friend ever.

			Love Always.

Diaperbutt Dylan