A BODYGUARD FOR BOBBY ---------------------

Chapter 1 -- Introduction -------------------------

	Hi, My name is Jeff. I am a Sophomore at St. Bruno's High. I was 
only one of three Sophomores to make the varsity football team. I am 
not first string, but I did get into a couple of games when the outcome 
was not in doubt, and even scored a touchdown as a halfback. I can 
really run well when my teammates knock down those other guys who are 
trying to kill me. Well my story is not about football, but I wanted 
you to know that there are some things I do kind of good, er... well. 
Anyway, as you can see I am not very good at English grammar, but what 
I really stink at is Mathematics, and my poor grades in math might get 
me kicked off the football team.
	My social life was pretty good. I had several friends and being 
on the football team gave me some status among the other Sophomores. I 
had attended several dances and the girls seemed to like me and I liked 
them, but I wasn't going girl crazy like some of my classmates were 
doing. What was disturbing this year was that I found myself being 
attracted to this freshman whom I saw occasionally between classes and 
at lunch break. The problem was the freshman was not a girl but a guy, 
and the only word I could use to describe him was that he was very 
cute. I hated to think in those terms, but worse I didn't want to think 
I was a homo or something. I hate using that word also, but those were 
the thoughts I had when this little kid kept getting my attention. I 
didn't know his name and I didn't know where he lived, and I didn't 
even know how to find out without raising suspicion, but no matter how 
hard I tried, I couldn't help but keep his image in my mind when I 
would be daydreaming in class or home trying to study or even when 
taking a break at football practice. I found myself staring at him when 
I saw him and even wondered if he knew that I was doing it. Probably 
not. At night, he appeared in my thoughts and fantasies until I drifted 
off to sleep.
	Oh, and one thing more you need to know about me is that I am a 
Catholic (St. Bruno's is a Catholic school), and my mom and dad are 
very religious, and they make me go to church every Sunday with them. 
That's not so bad, but Catholics don't seem to tolerate "other" 
lifestyles and are pretty well dead set against what they think is 
abnormal, so I also started to have some guilt feelings about liking 
this boy whom I didn't even know because of that. Secretly I hoped 
these feelings would go away, and secretly I hoped they wouldn't. Ain't 
life confusing!!??

Chapter 2 -- Face to Face --------------------------

	Fate has a way of bringing things to conclusions whether we 
choose so or not, and my story really begins on one of those occasions 
when I saw this kid after school going home. I used to wait around 
after classes got out, just so I could see him and most of the time I 
did, and there was usually somebody there in a car to pick him up, but 
sometimes he just walked home (or it appeared he was walking somewhere 
which I guessed was home). This was one of those walking days, and even 
though I thought I was being crazy, I decided to follow him from a 
distance. It didn't seem logical, but I was almost obsessing about this 
kid, and at least I would find out where he went after school on some 
days. I tried to make sure he didn't see me, and I probably would have 
peed my pants if he discovered what I was doing.
	Suddenly, while I was about a hundred yards behind him as he was 
walking through a wooded area, I saw two bigger boys confront him, and 
they were laughing and started pushing him around. I was too scared to 
do anything, so I just watched. I wasn't afraid of the two boys, but I 
was afraid of being discovered, so I just watched. Then one of the boys 
shoved my little kid to the ground, and I moved closer. I heard one of 
guys say "Hey diaper baby, let's see your diapers and see if you wet 
them, I bet you did!".
	Well I was dumbfounded, and then I saw one of the boys remove the 
kid's belt and unzip his pants and pull them down, still laughing and 
taunting him.
	"Maybe he poops his little diapers", one of the bigger boys said, 
as he kicked sand into the kid's face. I was almost mesmerized at the 
sight of the object of my affections in his diapers, but I had taken 
about all I could take and ran over to where all this was taking place.
	"Two against one is not my idea of a fair fight", I said, "Let's 
even things out a bit".
	One of the two boys said, "You think you can take the two of us, 
this little diaper baby isn't going to help much", but the other kid 
recognized me as on the football team and was so scared he wet himself.
	I saw him, and pointed to his wet pants, and said to the other 
boy, "I think your buddy might need some diapers too".
	At that, the boy who wet himself started to run away, and when 
the other guy saw this he started to run also, but I grabbed him by the 
arm, and twisted it behind his back like a hammerlock and said, "Listen 
big shot, If I ever hear of you telling someone about this little kid 
here, you'll be telling it with a few less teeth". (I guess I was 
feeling a little braver than my strength should be telling me).
	"And tell that panty-wetting friend of yours the same thing", and 
then I let him go, and he ran away.
	When I looked down on the kid on the ground, he was crying and I 
was really moved to pity. I hoped that I would do the same thing even 
if it didn't happen to be the kid I was attracted to, but then if it 
weren't, then I wouldn't even have been there. So go figure.
	I extended my hand to help him up, and I got to say it, even 
though he was crying and even though he was dirty all over, he still 
looked mighty cute in his what looked like some kind of pull up diaper. 
At least it was thicker and it didn't look anything like normal 
underpants.
	"Hi, my name is Jeff, and I don't think those guys will be 
bothering you anymore", I said to him.
	"My name is Bobby, and I know who you are, you're the guy who 
scored the touchdown last week. Thanks a lot.", he replied through 
drying tears.
	Now under normal circumstances, we would just shake hands and be 
on our own way, but this was not a normal circumstance, and I just had 
to prolong this encounter.
	As he pulled up his pants, and straightened himself up as much as 
he could, I said to him, "But just in case, they come back, I'll walk 
with you to your home or wherever you were going."
	"You don't have to do that," he replied, "I think you scared them 
shitless, and thanks again, you are really cool to help me", brushing 
himself off.
	"Just the same, I'd feel better about it, and it looked like you 
were going in the same direction, so we'll just walk together, Bobby", 
I said (and a little chill went up my spine when I said his name for 
the first time).
	"Oh, where are you going?, he asked, catching me off guard in my 
little lie.
	"Home, about a mile away", I said which was approximately the 
truth if not in the same direction as we were going.
	"Oh OK, thanks", he said, and we started walking through the 
woods, "You'll be my bodyguard then", he smiled. And I smiled.
	"How did those guys know you were wearing ... ah ....those ..... 
ah", I stumbled out.
	He laughed, "My goodnite pulls-up diapers, you mean".
	"Yeah", I said, "How did they know?"
	"They saw me coming out of the john and throwing one of my wet 
ones away", he answered.
	"Why you have to wear them?", I asked.
	Then he explained something about an underdeveloped bladder and 
some kind of weak muscle, most of which I didn't understand, but I 
feigned understanding and interest. What I was really thinking was from 
now on, my image of him would extend to seeing him in those pull-up 
diapers.
	I tried hard to prolong the conversation, just to have an excuse 
to continue to be with him, and I asked him how he liked school, and 
what were his favorite subjects, what teams he liked, and other stupid 
stuff. I felt awkward, but this chance would probably never come again, 
at least that's what I thought at the time.
	When he arrived at his house, I was sad, because there were no 
more excuses to prolong the encounter, until he opened his door, and 
his mother was standing there to greet him.
	"Welcome home, Bobby, how was school today, and ", finally seeing 
his dirty face and sandy clothes, "and what happened to you and who is 
your friend?", she asked seemingly in the same breath.
	"Mom, this is Jeff, you know the guy who scored the last 
touchdown last week. Some bullies were picking on me, cause they saw me 
throw away one my goodnites in the bathroom, and Jeff helped me out", 
he told his mom.
	"Well thank you Jeff very much, what a kind thing to do, and I 
guess I owe you a ton of thanks, come on in and have some milk and cake 
with Bobby", she said to me.
	How could I refuse such an offer!
	"First, we'll have to get Bobby cleaned up, and then the cake, 
take a seat Jeff, we'll be right back.", his mother said.
	While they were away, I was thinking to myself, I wish I could 
watch them do whatever they were doing, and I imagined that his mother 
might be changing his clothes, but then I thought that was silly, Bobby 
wasn't a toddler, he could change his own clothes. I bet she was just 
checking to see that he wasn't hurt.
	When they got back, and Bobby cleaned up, his mother fixed us 
some milk and cake, and then left us alone to do some house chores. I 
asked Bobby, if he had to wear the pull-up diapers when he was home.
	He explained to me, that when he was home, they used cloth 
diapers because of the environment, and even though he could put them 
on himself, his mother liked to do it, cause when she did it they never 
leaked, and also he felt she liked to still consider him her little 
baby, so he let her do it. He wore the goodnites to school and carried 
extras in his backpack, and tried never to let anybody see him throw 
the used ones away, but this time he got caught.
	"You must really think I'm a little nerd for having to wear 
diapers", he said to me.
	I told him, "Not at all, I sometimes get a urinary infection, and 
when I do, I have to wear diapers, cause I feel like I got to pee all 
the time".
	Now the part about getting an urinary infection and feeling like 
I got to pee all the time is the truth. The part about the diapers 
wasn't, but I wanted him to feel good, so I just used literary license 
and stretched the facts.
	"Oh, what kind of diapers do you use?", he asked. (I just hate it 
when my lies don't work out).
	"I dunno", I replied, "my mom gets them for me". Another lie, but 
there's no way he will find out, I thought.
	 "I got a new Game-Boy", he said, "you wouldn't want to try it 
out, would you?".
	"Yeah, I guess I could give it a try", I replied, knowing that I 
wasn't very well coordinated for video games.
	Now's here another thing, I guess I should tell you. I noticed 
right away from the size of his house, and the neighborhood they lived 
in and the furnishings, that Bobby and his folks lived in the high-rent 
district. Not that they were super rich or anything, but compared to 
our modest home, they went first-class. Not that I'm complaining, mind 
you. My mom and dad take good care of me and my younger sister. We've 
never been hungry and they do their best to keep us clothed in the not 
so latest styles, but there isn't much left over. I know my Dad is 
hoping that I will be good enough to get a scholarship in football, 
cause there's little hope I could get one from my lousy grades, and 
there's no way they can afford the cost of college.
	I probably shouldn't have stayed at Bobby's house that afternoon, 
I know I should have been studying, but I was making the best of an 
opportunity, and that shows I got some smarts, don't it? Anyway we 
played, he beat me several times at some game I couldn't get the hang 
of. (The first bad thought I had about Bobby was letting a lowly 
freshman beat a big deal sophomore - it sort of hurts the macho 
bodyguard image, you know, but what the heck, I would never have 
dreamed of spending so much time with Bobby and I would never forget 
this day, I knew).
	After a while, I got the hang of the game and started beating 
Bobby (macho restored), until he finally got bored and wanted to quit. 
I said "Just one more", and this time I let him win. Sadly, it was time 
to go home.

Chapter 3 -- Home again -----------------------

	When I got home, it was just about dinnertime, and my mom was a 
little upset with me for not telling her where I was going, and not 
calling her on the phone when I knew I wouldn't be coming straight 
home. I told her the truth about helping Bobby out (I'm glad she didn't 
ask where the teasing took place and why I was there), but I did tell 
her about Bobby's diapers causing the problem. I didn't tell her about 
my attraction to him, but I did tell her that I said that I sometimes 
had to wear diapers because of my bladder infections to make him feel 
better about having to wear diapers. She told me that it wasn't right 
to tell lies, but she understood why, and even complimented me for 
trying to make Bobby feel good.
	When my Dad came home, we retold the story, and he also was happy 
that I could help a less fortunate lad, and told me "Good job, well 
done" (he's a man of few words), and I thought that would be the end of 
it. I had a very good day. I found out Bobby's name, I found out where 
he lived, I found out that he wore diapers, I helped him out, I played 
with him the entire afternoon, I met his parents --- Life is good!
	That night, I said my prayers. Every since I was a little guy, my 
parents would come into my bedroom before I went to sleep and made sure 
I said a little prayer. It is a habit that has stuck with me, so even 
to this day, I pray the "Now I lay me down to sleep" and the guardian 
angel prayer "Angel of God who commits me here....", and even though 
they are little kids prayers, I still say them and sometimes add an 
"Our Father" or two. Of course, my parents no longer made sure I said 
them, but nobody but God would know I said prayers, and I thought it 
couldn't hurt. This night, I whispered to God, "thanks for letting me 
have a day with Bobby", even though I wasn't sure that God would 
approve.
	It was an exciting day, and before going to sleep, I went over 
all the day's happenings many times in my head. I don't know but I 
think I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
	The next day, at school, I wondered if something like yesterday 
could ever happen again. I supposed not, but I still hoped that I would 
get to see Bobby again. As fate would have it, I was walking down the 
corridor with a couple of my pals, and there was Bobby coming down the 
hall the opposite way. He looked at me and said, "Hi, Jeff", and I 
nonchalantly replied "Hiya Kid", and never stopped walking. One of my 
pals asked "Who was that?", and I just replied, "oh, just some kid I 
know", and nothing more about it. What a dope!!! I started cursing 
myself and never stopped. What a blown opportunity and all because I 
didn't want to be seen as a friend of a freshman, and a sort of wimpy 
one at that. That afternoon, we had football practice. I dropped 
passes, I fumbled, I even fell down once when nobody touched me. I got 
yelled at, I got extra laps handed to me, and I thought the coach would 
throw me off the team. "What tangled webs we weave, when first we 
practice to deceive". I remember that from one of my Shakespeare 
classes, I think, don't ask me what play!
	That night, I couldn't sleep. My little blunder kept nagging at 
me, and all I could think of was what a dumb jerk I was. I would have 
called Bobby, but I realized I didn't know his last name to look it up 
in the phone book, and I didn't know his address, and I didn't know 
what I would say if I did call. What a jerk!!

Chapter 4 -- Friendship -----------------------

 	The next day, we had football practice again after school, and 
even though I knew I would be in trouble if I was late, especially 
after goofing up so much the day before, I still knew I just had to 
catch Bobby after school and try to apologize. For some reason, he was 
a little later than usual, but still I hung around. Finally, he came 
out, and this time his mom was there in the car to pick him up. I guess 
she didn't want any reoccurrence of the bullying from last Monday. 
Anyway, I ran over to the car and said hello to his Mom (I didn't know 
how to call her, cause I never knew their last name), so it was kind of 
awkward, but I didn't care, I had to tell Bobby I was sorry, and so I 
did.
	"Sorry for what?", he said.
	"When you passed us in the hall yesterday, I barely said hi, and 
mostly ignored you", I said apologetically.
	"Oh, I thought you were in a hurry to get to class, and anyway, 
it's no big deal, I don't expect you to be my best friend or anything, 
don't sweat it", he said.
	So I just blurted it out without thinking, "Well, maybe, I just 
want to be your friend, you ever think about that".
	"Wow, don't you think you've done enough for me already?", he 
said a little sheepishly.
	I tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was 
"Hey none of my friends have that neat Game-Boy of yours, and I was 
hoping to play it again, I was just getting the hang of it".
	"You can come over this afternoon if you want", he replied.
	"Can't, football practice", I said, and then realized how late I 
was going to be.
	"Maybe some other time then", he said.
	"Gotta go, see ya", I said, half running away.
	Well I did get chewed out for being late with no decent excuse, 
and I had to do extra laps, but at least the rest of practice went a 
lot better than yesterday. Since we have practice on every day but 
Monday, I couldn't think up any excuse to see Bobby again, but I was 
determined to give it a try. Next Monday, I thought, and if I see him 
at school before then, I would try to firm it up.
	The next day, seeing him talking to some of his classmates 
between classes, I went up to him and said, "Hey Bobby, how about next 
Monday for some video games?".
	He said, "Sure, see ya Monday". I could hear one of his 
classmates saying as I walked away, "Wow, you know Jeff Becker!", and I 
couldn't help for feeling just a little bit the hero even though I was 
second string. I am sure Bobby couldn't tell them about the incident on 
Monday, cause he would have to admit wearing diapers and all, but I 
wonder what he told them how he knew me.
	Heck, the diaper part just made him all the more attractive to 
me, sort of like a big brother, sort of like Bobby's bodyguard. Yeah, 
that's how I'll be thinking of me, Bobby's bodyguard. I wondered what 
he was thinking about me, if he was thinking about me at all.

Chapter 5 -- A Good Mind Not Wasted -----------------------------------

	The next day, I saw my friend Bobby, and I was wishing he would 
come over and talk with me some, but he didn't. I hated that I had to 
start everything, but I guess he was a little too shy and didn't want 
to embarrass me or anything, so I just nonchalantly went over to him, 
and mentioned "We still on for Monday?", and he said "Sure"
	He said "My father wanted to know if you could stay for dinner on 
Monday. He's a big football fan, and saw your (now infamous) touchdown 
last week. How bout it? My mom's a great cook".
	Well, I jumped at the opportunity, and couldn't wait til Monday, 
even though we had a big game on Friday night, and I suppose I should 
have been more excited about the game, but I wasn't.
	I didn't get to play on Friday night, which was disappointing to 
me, because I wanted to have something to talk about on Monday night, 
and I was still feeling a bit of the hero to Bobby, which pleased me no 
end. But the game was too close, and the first stringers played the 
entire game, so I felt a little let down, but hey, let's face the 
facts, I really wasn't that great of a football player yet, so the hero 
worship was a little premature.
	After all, I was going to play with Bobby on Monday afternoon and 
eat dinner with him and his folks Monday evening. When I told my 
Mother, she asked when I was going to do my homework and I promised I 
would do it Monday evening when I got home. She said OK and told me she 
thought that Bobby's Mom was trying to repay the favor.
	"By the way, what is their last name, in case I have to reach you 
by phone?", my Mom asked me, and I realized that I still didn't know 
their last name or phone number. I promised that I would call her from 
Bobby's house and give her the information, so she said "Fine".
	The weekend was sort of a blur to me. Night and Day, I kept 
thinking about Bobby and how to prolong what would have to be called an 
unlikely friendship, and I still didn't want to let on that I wanted 
him to be my best friend and I wanted him to think that I was his best 
friend, and I still was feeling a little (OK, maybe a lot) guilty about 
liking a boy so much. But I tried to get negative thoughts out of my 
mind, and concentrate on having a good time on Monday. I just couldn't 
think of anything else that could make this good thing happening to me 
just keep on happening.
	On Monday, when I got to school, I was in superb spirits. Nothing 
could spoil this day, I thought. Wrong again, darn it!
	Just before lunch break, who comes to see me, but the football 
coach and the math teacher and they say they want to talk with me. The 
math teacher said I was failing Algebra (no kidding!), and the coach 
said that if I didn't pull up the grade, I was off the football team 
(school policy). I was heart-broken, cause football was what made me 
tolerate school (well that and meeting Bobby). I said that I would try 
to do better, but deep inside, I knew it was a hopeless case. Anyway I 
had two weeks, they told me, or off the team for the year. I bet if I 
was just a little bit better player, they would have come up with a 
different solution, but here I was, an ex-football hero, who never even 
made it to first string. Even going over to Bobby's house that 
afternoon did little to bolster my spirits, cause the dinner was 
probably going to be the end of our relationship.
	I walked home with Bobby, who I knew sensed that I was in a bad 
mood, so it was kind of quiet. I wanted to talk more about his diapers 
and stuff, but I knew that would only embarrass him more, and I didn't 
want to do that. Also, I couldn't help thinking about my own 
embarrassment when I got kicked off the team, and the whole school 
would know about it. And also I knew how much my parents would be 
disappointed in me, even though they knew that school work came very 
tough to me, and I really did try, but just couldn't understand things.
	I listlessly went through the motions of playing the game-boy 
with Bobby, and I wish I could tell him how I felt, but not only did I 
not know the words, I am sure he would not understand, and he even 
might think me a pervert or something, and want nothing more to do with 
me.
	At dinner, I met his Dad, who was a real live wire. He shook my 
hand, slapped me on the back, thanked me for helping his son, and 
acknowledged what a great football player I was going to be. I thanked 
him, but said I feared my football days were numbered.
	"Why in the world would you think that?, Jeff, I think you are 
already better than some of those seniors who are first string. The 
only reason the coach plays them is cause it's their last year, and you 
got two more good years after this one", his father replied.
	I told them about the conversation with the coach and math 
teacher that afternoon. And it wasn't that I wasn't trying or paying 
attention, I just couldn't grasp the concepts. I think the only reason 
I passed freshman math was that the teacher just hated to flunk anybody 
and gave me a "D" (barely passing).
	He asked me what kind of math we were studying, and I replied 
"Algebra". Heck that is all I knew about Algebra, it was some kind of 
math and it was more difficult than adding, subtracting, multiplying 
and dividing. Yep, I could honestly say the only thing I knew about 
Algebra was its name.
	"I can help you with Algebra", piped up this voice from the 
table. I almost forgot Bobby was at the table, and it is the very first 
thing he volunteered in our relationship. Everything else I initiated. 
I thanked him, but said I don't think Freshman math is going to help me 
much.
	That's when his Dad interrupted, and explained a few things about 
Bobby that I not only was not aware of, but also found quite 
surprising. Bobby was a math genius, a diapered math genius no doubt, 
but a genius nonetheless. He was in a special math class reserved for 
the relatively few students who got bored with the mundane stuff. His 
Dad reiterated his son's tutoring help, and said that Bobby could 
surely help me up my grades.
	Well I didn't really think that Bobby or any other genius could 
give me the brains that I lacked, because after all, my current teacher 
probably was also a math genius and he couldn't help. Nonetheless, I 
accepted with enthusiasm because it would give me at least another two 
weeks of Bobby's friendship.
	"When can we start?", I asked, "It's not like you have a bunch of 
time to accomplish the impossible".
	"Right now", said Bobby, "if you had told me, we wouldn't of had 
to waste an afternoon playing games, I could have started then", he 
laughed.
	I called my Mom and explained what had happened that day and that 
Bobby thought he could help me. She was very supportive and 
encouraging, and I knew I was lucky to have great parents, even though 
they struggled to get by.
	Well that night was what they would call an "Epiphany" for me. I 
really don't know what that means, but when I told this story to 
someone later on, that's what they called it!
	Bobby was not like the typical teacher. He started from scratch, 
and stayed right there until he knew I got it. When I said I understood 
something, he would make me prove it by asking questions about it, and 
he really knew whether I really understood it or not. Once I satisfied 
him that I understood one principle, then and only then would he go on 
to the next step. For once in my life, I really felt that I understood 
something, and not only was I learning, I was enjoying it. The fact 
that Bobby was my tutor and I was with him a few hours everyday of the 
week for two weeks (except game day) only made it that much better.
	They had given me two weeks, and then there was going to be this 
test which would make or break me. It might be anti-climatic to tell 
you that I aced the test, I knew it before it was even graded. I wanted 
to run up to Bobby and hug him in front of the entire school, but I 
knew I couldn't do that, but I knew that I truly loved him after that, 
not a kind of sexual love, or maybe it was, I didn't understand it, but 
I knew I loved him. All I could do is thank him and his parents 
profusely, which is what I did.
	It is funny how things work. The following Monday after the big 
test, I was called into the principal's office. The math teacher and 
coach were both there as well. With a stern look on his face, the 
principal said that I was in big trouble and the best thing I could do 
would be to be totally honest with them. I couldn't imagine what they 
were talking about until they showed me the math test on which I scored 
100%, nothing wrong, even got the bonus question correct.
	The math teacher said he knew that I had cheated, but he didn't 
know how. He said that if I told him how I did it, I would not be 
expelled from school. Of course, I wouldn't be allowed to stay on the 
football team and my parents would have to be notified.
	I almost laughed, but I knew that would not be smart, but I did 
do a smart thing then. I asked them to show me the test, and I 
explained to them how I worked each problem, how I substituted values 
for missing x's, and how I factored out common factors in numerators 
and denominators, and how I reduced to simpler terms, and how I tested 
each answer back into the equations to prove that I was correct.
	Well you would think that they were struck by lightning, them 
with their mouths wide open and unbelieving eyes. So I told them it was 
sort of like cheating when you got somebody to tutor you. I didn't want 
to embarrass the math teacher by telling him that Bobby was a better 
teacher, so I just related how he taught me step by step until I 
understood something before going on to the next step. They were all 
dumbfounded to say the least, but when I mentioned Bobby's name (I 
still didn't know his last name after all this time, but I explained he 
was a freshman in advanced classes, and they all immediately knew 
exactly who it was.
	"Well, you are mighty lucky to have run into Bobby Richman, Jeff, 
I couldn't have suggested a better tutor for you, but I still am 
wondering how you two met and how you, a sophomore, would allow a 
freshman to be your tutor. Sophomores are not known for their humility 
if I remember correctly", the principal asked.
	I told him the entire story, leaving out some diaper parts, and 
leaving out how I felt about him, and how I accidentally met him on 
purpose, but the gist of the story was truthful, that I had helped him 
out when he was being bullied and one thing led to another.
	As I was leaving the principal's office, he added "Jeff, you 
might ask Bobby what he knows about Physics........". Good idea, I 
thought.

Chapter 6 -- Intimacy ---------------------------------

	Well, I couldn't wait to tell the story to Bobby, to his parents, 
to my parents, hell to the entire world if I could. I waited patiently 
for Bobby after school on Monday, the one day we didn't have to 
practice football, and I was really hoping this was going to be one of 
his "walking" days instead of getting picked up. This time I was not 
disappointed. I told him about the test, about the meeting in the 
principal's office, and how amazed they all were when I aced the test. 
He laughed when I told them how each problem was solved and proven, and 
said he wished he could see their faces. Talk about feeling on top of 
the world, that was me!
	When we got to his house, I told his Mom the story, and how 
appreciative I was of her son's help. I told her if we could package 
the deal, we could make millions, and everybody laughed. They made me 
stay around until Bobby's Dad came home, so I could tell him the story. 
I don't think I will ever tire of telling the story, but I make sure 
the hero of the story is Bobby, not me. They wanted to celebrate by 
going out for pizza, and I called my Mom, and told her the story, and 
of course, she told my Dad, who couldn't have been happier. When I 
mentioned what the principal said about asking Bobby what he knows 
about Physics, he replied that it was his favorite subject, so I asked 
when I could sign up for some more tutoring, and well, we all had a 
very good time that night.
	Bobby did tutor me in Physics, a few hours each week, and 
remarkably, my confidence in learning improved and my grades in all my 
subjects started to improve. Not only that, but my teachers mentioned 
to my parents, how my whole attitude in class had improved, and I even 
started enjoying going to class. I didn't score any more touchdowns 
that year, but I did get to play in several more games, and I made a 
few good runs, even if I have to say so myself.
	After the football season which ended a little after 
Thanksgiving, I realized I had no more excuses to be with Bobby. After 
all, the differences in our age, our size, and our interests didn't 
foretell a long time relationship, which saddened me, but which I 
realized that I understood, and I was thankful for the times we were 
together.
	On the Monday after school, I walked home with him again. It just 
seemed to happen that Mondays were going to be when he walked home and 
I walked with him. There wasn't any need for more body guarding. 
Bobby's status seemed to improve just by him knowing me (go figure). 
This Monday (after Thanksgiving), I told him once again, how 
appreciative I was for his helping me, and that I wish I could pay him 
for his help, because I was occupying a lot of his time. He then 
laughed and asked me for a thousand dollars. I laughed and said I was a 
little short of cash just now, but then he did say there was something 
I could do for him. I asked "What?, anything buddy".
	Then he said he shouldn't even have mentioned it, and I told him 
teasingly that I would crush his skull if he didn't talk, and we both 
laughed.
	He said that his parents always spend the week after Christmas in 
a cabin in the north woods where there was a ski lodge and, of course, 
skiing. He said if I would like, I could come along and keep him 
company, otherwise it would be a boring week for him. After that he 
apologized for even asking a favor, cause he thought I must have better 
things to do with my week's vacation.
	For the life of me, I couldn't possibly think of anything better 
that I would like to do, but all I said was "I don't know how to ski, 
and I don't have any skis or boots, or anything else. "
	He said that would be no problem, that his Dad would furnish 
everything, and that his Dad told him to ask me, because he knew that I 
would be bored with nobody to play with. Secretly, in my heart, I just 
wished that it could happen, but all sorts of negative thoughts entered 
my mind. What would my parents say?, What would my pals say ? What if I 
broke my legs or worse ? What kind of fool would I make of myself 
trying to ski?
	But the one positive thing overshadowed everything else -- "Sure, 
I would love to go!", I said. My parents were a little apprehensive 
about the whole thing, and didn't really like the fact that I was being 
treated for the whole week, but one call from Bobby's Dad to my Dad 
settled the issue. I sure wish I knew what was said, but I didn't, and 
I didn't really care, because I was going to get a whole week with 
Bobby.
	Although we met a few times before Christmas, I am going to skip 
that part, and go right to the ski cabin that I found out Bobby's 
parents owned.
	Here's the good part. Bobby explained that the cabin had 
electricity, television, phone, stove, water, a washing machine and 
dryer, only it didn't have any plumbing facilities for a bathroom. 
Three cabins shared a common bath facility located a few hundred yards 
from each cabin. The only problem was that if you couldn't sleep the 
whole night, and had to go to the bathroom, then it meant getting out 
of bed, getting on some warm clothes, and trudging out in the cold to 
the bathroom facility. Bobby said that was the only thing that his Dad 
complained about, cause he would have to get up several times during 
the night to go to the bathroom.
	I told Bobby, "I guess you don't have to worry about that!", and 
he laughed. He said, "That's one good thing about wearing diapers.".
	I laughed and said, "I guess so!".
	And then he said, "Of course, if you would wear some diapers, you 
wouldn't have to get up and go outside", half kiddingly.
	I said, also kiddingly, "Well, if I had some diapers, I would 
probably just do that".
	He said, "Well I got plenty of diapers, and also plastic pants to 
go over them, so what you gonna say now".
	I think my face turned red, and I pictured myself being diapered 
with Bobby, and I know my little thingy in my pants almost jumped to 
attention.
	"Well, if I used your diapers, then we would probably run out 
before the week is over, and I don't think your Mom would like you in 
wet underpants".
	"That's what the washing machine is for, dummy", he replied with 
a laugh.
	"What would your parents think?", I asked, gaining enthusiasm by 
the second.
	"Why would they have to know? I do my own laundry anyway, and 
besides, what if you got one of those urinary infections? (he 
remembered) Then you would need diapers anyway, and we gots plenty -- 
yes, I think you should be diapered the whole week, just in case. You 
could go poo in the bathroom, but wear and wet your diapers the rest of 
the time", he said.
	I couldn't tell if he was pulling my leg or what, so I just went 
along with it, and said it's worth a try, secretly hoping that we would 
go through with it, but acting as if we were just kidding around.
	Bobby said, "Would you know how to put a diaper on, Jeff". I just 
loved it when I heard him mention my name.
	"Uh, no, I don't think so,", I replied.
	"Well, I know my Mom wouldn't mind diapering you", he said, I 
know in jest.
	With that, my face turned beet red, and he just laughed at being 
able to get to me so easily.
	"Just kidding!", he said, "I've got some thick pull-up diapers 
that don't need diaper pins, and they are too big for me, but should 
fit you just right. I only use them when I am double diapered, like 
going on a trip or something."
	"Won't everybody know that I am wearing diapers?", I asked.
	"Only if you tell them", he replied, "With all the ski clothes 
you will have on, anybody would be hard pressed to tell what you are 
wearing underneath".
	"Of course", he added, " You will have to become a diaper nerd 
like me!".
	I gave him a half hearted jab to the stomach and playfully gave 
him a shove, and then added, "You, my friend, are definitely not a 
nerd, anything but".
	Of course, from then on, I couldn't think of anything else, but 
the ski trip. Even Christmas, my favorite holiday was no match for the 
ski trip to the north woods.
	I gave Bobby a small statue that said "The world's greatest kid", 
as a Christmas present. It didn't cost much, but it said what I wanted 
it to say, and I was surprised when he had a present for me, a book 
about American's greatest football players, and I will always treasure 
it. Of course, the best present I could have ever gotten was the ski 
trip.
	I won't mention how many times I fell on the bunny slope at the 
ski lodge. I won't tell how awkward it was for me to even stand up on 
the skis. After all, a guy has to have some pride. On the other hand, 
Bobby was a ski master, just like he was a math master. He could have 
easily been skiing on the intermediate slope or even the expert slope, 
but he stayed on the bunny slope with me. I think he enjoyed having the 
upper hand on me, but then again, he always had the upper hand on me. 
But it pleased me to see him laugh every time I fell, and I don't think 
he minded one bit including skiing in his tutoring of me. Of course, I 
did have to throw a few snowballs at him, just to remind him who was 
boss. In reality, we knew who was boss, and it wasn't me.
	I did wear the pull-up diapers and some plastic pants to go over 
them. At first, I only did it at night, and I did have difficulty using 
them. The first night, when I woke up, I had to go pee, and I just 
couldn't do it in the diapers. So I had to stand up, close my eyes, and 
pretend I was standing at the john, and then I peed the diapers. I 
can't tell you how wonderful it felt. I was feeling guilty about it, 
but it felt wonderful. When I had finished, I guess I had awakened 
Bobby, and he asked if everything was OK, and I said yes, but that I 
had gone to the bathroom in my diapers. He asked if I needed some dry 
ones, and I said I don't think so, they didn't feel that bad (hell, it 
felt wonderful), and we both went back to sleep.
	The first day, during the day, I didn't wear diapers, but when I 
needed to pee, it was a nuisance getting in and out of my clothes, from 
that day on, I wore diapers and plastic pants the rest of the time.
	Did we ever have fun! It was the funnest (is that a word?) time I 
have ever had. We laughed, we played, we had snowball fights, we built 
snowmen, we even did some snow angels which I got pictures of. If 
heaven were any better than this, I couldn't imagine it. I liked the 
feeling of security the diapers gave me, I liked the sharing of this 
intimate part with Bobby, I liked them when I wet them, I liked them 
when I changed into dry ones, I liked it seeing Bobby in his diapers at 
night when we went to bed. I liked seeing me in diapers with Bobby. I 
can't explain it, but I liked it.
	The fun went on for six full days. I was sorry that it had to end 
on the last night there, but there is one incident that happened that 
night that I feel obliged to relate. I felt that I should probably skip 
this part, because it was a moment of intimacy that to this day, I 
don't fully understand, but then again, it was one of those defining 
moments of my life up to this day.
	It just so happened on this night, that a storm had been brewing 
all day, and finally hit us that night. Lots of lightning, thunder, 
wind, and hail! Doesn't seem possible, does it, but it happened. To me, 
I wasn't very much concerned, we were in a cabin, well protected, well 
heated, and actually, I felt very safe and secure.
	Not so, Bobby. For the first time since the initial meeting with 
those dumb jerks who pulled down his pants and exposed his diaper, I 
saw Bobby very apprehensive. For some reason, the thunder and the 
lightning scared him silly. I told him I thought he was a big baby (I 
am really sorry I told him that), but at the time, I couldn't tell if 
he was serious or just joshing me. He was being serious, and was really 
scared. When we got to bed, after a few minutes, he said "Jeff".
	I answered, "What?".
	He said, "Could you......uh....Would you.....uh.....Would you 
mind terribly if I came down and slept with you for awhile?"
	In Bobby's room, we slept on bunk beds, him on top, me on bottom, 
cause I told him I would hate it if the bed broke and came crashing 
down on him. Since he was lighter, he should sleep on top. Actually, it 
was I who was afraid of sleeping on the top bunk and falling out, but I 
wouldn't tell him that.
	Anyway, I said, "Sure, buddy, no problem", and he got out of the 
top bunk, and came down and crawled into the space I made for him in my 
bed. The bed wasn't all that big, and the two of us just barely fit, 
but I sure enjoyed feeling his warm body next to mine.
	We lay there face to face, and he put his arm across my chest, 
and held me tightly, not that I minded at all. How many times I had 
wished that I could just hold and hug him, and I knew that I would 
cherish the moment forever.
	As the thunder subsided, he became more comfortable and secure, 
and started drifting off to sleep. I was getting drowsy myself, and 
knew that before long, I would be heading for na-na land. It was so 
peaceful, and so loving, that I wished the moment would last forever. I 
felt Bobby as he was falling asleep, I don't know how, the breathing 
changes or something, only I knew that he had fallen asleep, and a very 
strange thing happened.
	Bobby took one of my hands and placed it between his legs on his 
diaper, and I felt him wetting his diaper. I couldn't feel the wetness, 
only the friction that his wetting had on the diapers and plastic 
pants. When his wetting stopped, I continued holding him in that 
position for what seemed like several minutes. He was getting hard and 
so was I. Eventually, he turned over so this back was to me, and 
started a gently snoring very peacefully. My thingie in my diapers was 
ready to explode, but eventually, that too passed, and I fell into a 
deep sleep. I didn't wake up at all that night, but when morning came, 
and I did awake, my diapers were wet, and I couldn't even remember when 
I wet them. I thought to myself, had I made myself incontinent this 
week, and would I have to wear diapers the rest of my life. Of course, 
there are worse things than that, but those were my thoughts.
	When Bobby awoke, there was no mention of what went on the night 
before. He just said, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you, Sorry I 
was such a baby".
	I told him, "Well, you are not a baby, you just wear diapers like 
a baby", and I laughed. He punched me in the stomach, and he surprised 
me with his strength. Of course, I pretended that I didn't even feel 
it.
	We went home that day, and back to school after New Year's. Each 
of us went back to our separate lives, although every Monday, we would 
walk together to his house. My parents invited Bobby over for dinner 
several times, and to my Dad, Bobby was the little hero who saved his 
son. How come, all these guys forgot the time that I saved him? Not 
true, Bobby was a hero, my hero. And I often had dinner with his folks. 
I told them that they should be awfully proud of their boy, and they 
said that they were.
	I knew then that we could never be best friends, and I accepted 
it, because that's just the way things are. Bobby liked drama, music, 
art, and books. I liked sports, competition, games and TV. I also knew 
that perhaps in time, we would go our separate ways, and I accepted 
that too. As I tell this story, I think that this is a good place to 
end it, but I know that even though a story ends, it is really only the 
beginning of another story, and I hope to tell that story as well.
	I am still confused about the whole encounter, and my feelings, 
and my doubts, and my concerns. I sometimes wish that there was 
somebody that you could explain all these things to, and not be 
considered queer or a dork or a nerd. Somebody who would understand 
what is happening and explain it to you. Somebody that would understand 
and not judge you, and not feel bad about you, and still love you. 
Maybe, that's God, I just don't know........
	I never did wear diapers again that year, although I did dream 
and fantasize about them. I wanted to wear them again especially when I 
went to bed, but I was afraid to buy them or have my parents find out 
about them. I guess I could have asked Bobby to loan me some again when 
I went over on Monday afternoons to play video games, but it never came 
up again, and I didn't feel right pressing it. Although we weren't 
fated to be best friends, I am positive we will always remain good 
friends, and I don't want to wish for more right now.

Chapter 7/1-- Conclusion -- The End or A Beginning? -------------------

	Hi, My name is Jeff. I am going into my Junior year at St. 
Bruno's High. I am on the football team and this year I hope to make 
first string. I can run pretty good when my teammates knock down those 
other guys who are trying to kill me. Well, this story is not about 
football. I don't really know what it is about. Last year was an 
amazing year, when I met this fantastic little kid named Bobby. I 
thought I was doing him a favor, but it turned out he was doing all the 
favors. But the story is not really about him, either.
	I guess it is just about growing up..............................