Brad and Alex

BRAD AND ME, part 1
   
	My name's Alex (not the author's, the character's). I'm 
14. I play soccer and baseball and basketball, too. My best 
friend for all of my life was a guy named Bob, but last year 
Bob moved half way across the country and I've been bummed 
ever since. He was my BEST friend and I can't overstate how 
close we were. We did everything together. In the summer 
time, I would live at his house (his mom worked weird hours 
at a store and his father didn't live with them). I'd spend 
more time at his house than at my own. But all of a sudden, 
his mom got re-married and they moved to Kansas City. Not 
cool at all.  
	As I said and as you could guess, I was pretty down. 
Losing a friend at any time isn't cool but losing one right 
in the middle of puberty was even tougher, since he was 
basically going through the same things I was and stuff. I 
wasn't sure if I was gay or not but Bob and I messed around 
a little bit; nothing heavy, but it was nice to have someone 
to share those things with.  
	Anyway, Bob was gone and I had to deal with that. Enter 
Brad. Brad was 15, but we were in the same grade; I was born 
late in the year and he was born in February. He was on my 
basketball team and I had a real crush on him. Brad was a 
really good basketball player; a little short but really 
quick, a great ball-handler and a sweet shot. I was the off-
guard so Brad and I were together a lot in practice and, 
naturally, became friends.  
	We hung out a lot at each other's houses just watching 
TV, playing Super Nintendo and junk. One day, he asks me if 
I want to sleep over. "Sure!" What else did you think I was 
going to say?  
	So he asked his parents and said it was OK. I went home 
for dinner and asked my dad about sleeping over, he said, 
"It's fine with me but ask your mom." Typical. Whenever I 
wanted something I would ask my dad, since he was usually 
easier to get a 'yes' from; but, half the time, he'd tell me 
to run it by my mom first. Damn. Well, all that worrying 
turned out for naught as she said OK, too.  
	"Just make sure you get to sleep at a reasonable hour," 
she henned. "Uh huh," I responded meekly, sensing this would 
take forever. "And brush your teeth too."  
	"Uh huh."  
	"Make sure you pack clean underwear too."  
	"Jeez mom, I WILL. Can I please go?"  
	"Yes.. and be good!"  
	I didn't hear that last comment as I had hurled through 
the front door and over to Brad's.  
	Brad and I stayed up until about 2:00 drinking coke, 
playing card games and watching stuff we probably shouldn't 
have been watching.  
	Brad's older brother, Craig, came in about 12:30 from a 
party or a date or something and saw us. "Whatcha guys doing 
up so late?"  
	"Just watching TV," Brad replied. Craig took a look at 
what we were watching, a bad B sex movie, and chuckled. He 
playfully rubbed his younger brother's crew cut and started 
to go upstairs.  
	"Hey Brad, you know you should lay off the soda." Craig 
noted.  
	Brad's expression suddenly turned to a piercing glare. 
I don't know what that meant but Craig quickly added, "Save 
some for the rest of us, will you?" Brad's expression 
relaxed a little.  
	Like I said, Brad and I went up to his room at around 
2:00. I stripped down to my power blue Hanes and hopped into 
Brad's bed. Brad stripped down to his Mickey Mouse boxers 
and stepped into some pajamas. He rolled into the cot that 
was between the bed and the open window. It was cool for 
this early July evening, in the 50s. Shortly after we went 
to bed, it started to rain.  
	I was woken up in the middle of the night (around 
5:30). Brad was standing, with his back to me, his pajamas 
and boxers and his ankles, searching through his underwear 
drawer.  

BRAD AND ME, part 2   

	"Hey Brad... what's the matter?" I asked.  
	Brad jumped so high, he nearly hit his head on the 
ceiling. :)  
	"Um, nothing. Just that the rain through the open 
window drenched me," he explained nervously.  
	"Oh yeah," I replied with more than a bit of 
skepticism, my hand feeling the crinkly rubber sheet under 
me (I was sleeping on his bed, you'll remember, and he on a 
cot). He nodded.  
	"Yup," he answered. "Hold on a sec, while I get 
changed." He took off his wet boxers and pajamas exposing 
his cute round butt to me, and threw them in the hamper, 
before stepping into a pair of those boys' fruit of the 
looms with the two blue stripes on the waistband.  
	"Mind if I hop into bed with you? It's big enough," he 
pointed out. Duh, do I mind? Of course not. To say I was 
ecstatic would be an understatement, but I calmly replied, 
"Yeah, I guess so. It's your bed."  
	"You know," he pointed out, "that always used to happen 
to me."  
	"What?"  
	"My bed used to be by the window but when it rained, 
I'd get soaked, so that's why I moved the bed over here," he 
explained. I raised my eyebrows and contented myself with a 
simple "Oh." Had I not been operating on 3 1/2 hours sleep, 
I might've had a different response.  
	"G'night," he replied drowsily.  
	"Mmhmm."  
	Ring, ring, ring. I was woken up at 8:00 by the phone 
ringing. It was Craig's girlfriend. "Hold on a second," I 
told her. I walked over to Craig's room and gave him the 
message; he was already up, for some reason. I assume he was 
up. I walked into his room and he yelled at me and told me 
to knock next time.  
	"Shit!" I cursed after giving him the message. I was 
tired and didn't appreciate being woken up again. I stumbled 
to the bathroom and emptied my own bladder. I went back to 
Brad's room. Unfortunately, he'd rolled over and I had to 
climb over him to get in. As I did so, I noticed that there 
was a moderately sized wet spot on the front of his briefs. 
Fortunately, none of it had seeped into the sheets. I gently 
put my fingers on it and smelled them; it wasn't semen.  
	"God, I hope he doesn't wet this bed too," I thought, 
obviously putting lots of faith into his explanation about 
the cot. I dozed off shortly thereafter.  
	About 10:30, Craig came in. "WAKE UP PUNKS!" he 
shouted.  
	"What the...?" I mumbled.  
	"What do you want?" Brad asked.  
	"Mom told me to tell you guys to get your lazy butts 
out of bed," Craig answered.  
	"%*%#*(%" I grumbled as I rolled out of bed. Brad just 
sighed.  
	I left his room to go down and get some breakfast. 
"I'll be right down," Brad told me.  
	I walked out into the hallway and realized I was still 
in just my powder blue skivvies. I darted back to Brad's 
room bumping into Craig. "Cute panties, little girl," he 
cooed.  
	"Shut up," I shot back poetically. 18 years old and he 
thinks he's king or something.  
	I walked into Brad's room and he was changing underwear 
again. "What?" he snapped.  
	"Jeez," I shot back, "I just forgot my robe. Don't be 
so testy."  
	"Sorry man," he said, "I'm just used to people 
knocking."  
	We both went down and were eating cereal and watching 
TV.  
	His mom blared, "Bradley David Webster, get up here 
NOW!" I think her voice was heard throughout the entire 
northeastern US plus five more Canadian provinces, I'm told.  
	"Quick run into the kitchen," Brad whispered. I looked 
at him funny. "She doesn't like us to eat in the living 
room."  
	"Yeah, that's it," I thought.  
	"Bradley, I said NOW!"  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 3   

	"For the last time, get your butt up here NOW!" she 
bellowed.  
	"Be right back," Brad whispered as he hopped up the 
stairwell.  
	As I sat in the kitchen eating my cereal, I could hear 
her chewing him out but couldn't understand what they were 
saying. I *did* hear Brad's mom shout, "Christopher, go down 
stairs."  
	A few seconds later, Brad's 10 year old brother joined 
me in the kitchen.  
	"Sheesh, what are they arguing about?" I asked.  
	"Brad just wet his bed again but he won't admit it," 
Chris said nonchalantly. "Could you tell my mom I went over 
to Steven's house." I nodded as he went across the street.  
	I sneaked up to the foot of the stairs where I could 
better hear their conversation.  
	"Listen honey, I know you're not wetting the bed on 
purpose but you have to wear your diaper," she said gently.  
	"But mom," Brad pleaded, "I told you, I didn't wet it. 
It was the rain."  
	Mom's voice was less pleasant, "Brad, I'm getting sick 
of this. I know you don't wet on purpose but don't you dare 
stand there and lie to me about it. You knew you were 
supposed to wear your diaper and you didn't."  
	"But mom, I just didn't want Alex to find out."  
	"He found out anyway, when you wet your bed."  
	"No he didn't. I told him that it was the rain."  
	"And he believed you?"  
	"I think so. He didn't say anything."  
	I nearly burst out laughing.  
	"That's not the point, Brad. The point is that you 
didn't wear your diapers when you knew you were supposed and 
also that you lied to me about it. Drop your shorts."  
	"But mom," he whined, "I'm 15."  
	"You disobeyed me and lied. I will not tolerate that at 
any age."  
	With that, I sneaked up the stairs a little to get a 
slight peek into the room.  
	"Do you have to?"  
	"Either you let me spank you or we can wait until your 
father gets home and let him do it."  
	Brad sighed and pulled down his underwear. 
Unfortunately, his back was to me, so I couldn't see the 
front but he quickly covered up his genital area. "Knock it 
off Brad," his mom said. "I've seen you naked a million 
times."  
	"Yeah, but not since I was little."  
	"Too bad. Get over here."  
	SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK  
	She was not a dainty spanker, that's for certain.  
	SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK  
	"That's for disobeying me and these are for lying to 
me."  
	She proceeded to give him 15 more smacks on the rear. 
All facade of a big, bad 15 year old was gone. He was 
bawling like a baby.  
	When she was done, Brad got up and put on his 
underwear. All of this was a big turn on to me. I was 
unconsciously rubbing my hard on; good thing no one else was 
home at the time.  
	"Not so fast," she stopped him. Brad looked at her 
quizzically. "Since you didn't wear a diaper last night, 
you're going to have to wear one today, instead."  
	"But mom," Brad pleaded, "I haven't had a daytime 
accident in almost a month."  
	I was floored. A new revelation!  
	"Too bad. This is your punishment for both disobeying 
and especially lying to me."  
	"Go to your room and put a diaper on," she said.  
	"But mom..."  
	"NOW! Or do you want me to put it on you myself."  
	"Fine," he huffed. A few minutes later he emerged from 
his room with a baggy pair of basketball shorts on.  
	"Come here," his mom ordered. When he came over, his 
mom pulled out the waistband of his shorts and said, "Aren't 
you missing something?"  
	"Mom, do I *have* to wear plastic pants? I haven't wet 
in the day in a month."  
	"Mmmm, okay, I guess. But you'd better not dare touch 
your diaper today for any reason whatsoever, got it?"  
	Brad nodded solemnly.  
	"Go downstairs now, I'm going to do laundry."  
	I quickly ran back to the kitchen upon cue. Shortly 
thereafter, Brad walked in...  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 4   

	Shortly after I sneaked back to the kitchen, Brad 
walked down. His face was a little red, from the crying. I 
had to play this cool. "What's up?"  
	"Ah nothing," Brad said. "She was just mad at me cause 
I got some clothes dirty."  
	He said this with a straight face. I was impressed at 
his acting skills. How should I respond?  
	"Oh, whatever."  
	I was disappointed w/myself. So I continued eating 
breakfast and he joined me. I must admit that the thought of 
wearing a diaper was, albeit it new and unusual, mildly 
stimulating. But Brad was wearing a diaper because he had 
to, not because he wanted to. But however intrigued I may 
have been at the prospect of wearing a diaper and, actually, 
seeing him wear one too, I sure didn't want Brad to let on. 
Then, suddenly, it hit me.  
	"Hey Brad," I said. He looked up from the nutritious 
bowl of Froot Loops in chocolate milk he was eating. "Do you 
want to go swimming today?" I asked. He coughed.  
	"What?"  
	"I said you wanna go swimming today?"  
	"I guess. Which beach do you want to go? Ferguson Park 
or Eiland Lane?"  
	Damn. This isn't what I had in mind. I knew if we went 
to either of those two, I couldn't get him to expose his 
diaper. He could just wear his basketball shorts into the 
pool and wear them home too. OK, I had to think fast.  
	"Let's go to the Pond."  
	The Pond was a place where all the boys from about 5th 
grade through high school freshmen and sophomores would hang 
out, swim and generally horse around. But most importantly, 
this was all 'sans vetements': in our birthday suits. I had 
him!  
	"Um, I dunno," he said, trying to be casual. "I'm not 
really in the mood for that today." Quickly changing the 
subject, he threw in, "You wanna play baseball or 
something?"  
	"Nah, I wanna go to the Pond." I had to think up some 
hook, "Tony and Jon are gonna be there."  
	"Alex, I just don't feel like it today, OK?" he said 
testily.  
	"Why?"  
	"Cause I just don't, sheesh!" he snapped.  
	The moment of truth. "Is it because of your diaper?"   
	BRAD AND ALEX, part 5   
	"What are you talking about?" Brad snapped.  
	"I know you're wearing a diaper."  
	"Why the hell would you think a stupid thing like 
that?"  
	Hmm, he had me. If I told him that I was spying on him 
and his mom, he would hate me; I certainly didn't want that.  
	"Cause I heard them crinkling when you walked in."  
	This was, of course, total bull since he was wearing a 
cloth diaper. But he was so nervous, I figured I could get 
away with it.  
	"What was crinkling?"  
	"Your diaper?"  
	"Oh that, I must have just stepped on that," he said 
pointing to an empty bag of potato chips on the floor. Damn, 
he was a quick thinker.  
	"Bullshit," I said.  
	"What?"  
	"I think it's bullshit. You wet your bed last night and 
now you're wearing a diaper."  
	"I told you, it was the stupid rain."  
	"Give me a break, Brad. If you're not wearing a diaper, 
pull down your shorts and prove it."  
	"What are you? Gay?"  
	Well, actually... oops, better keep the focus on him.  
	"So you *are* wearing a diaper?"  
	"No!"  
	"Prove it."  
	"OK, so I am. So go tell everyone," as he stormed up to 
his room.  
	I followed quickly. "Brad, it's no big deal. I mean, 
you wet your bed. It's not like you're the only 15 year old 
who does."  
	"Yeah, right," he sneered skeptically.  
	"Seriously. Phil [my oldest brother] had a roommate in 
college who wet."  
	"Did he wear a stupid diaper?"  
	"I don't think so... but Phil said he should have."  
	"If it's no big deal, why were you trying to get me to 
admit it?"  
	Good question. I had to think about that one.  
	"It's more that it was a little different. I mean I've 
known guys who've e wet their beds but none of them have had 
to wear diapers. It was just not what I was used to, I 
guess."  
	"So you don't think I'm a baby or anything?"  
	Well, actually I did, but that was almost part of the 
appeal. He was 15 but he looked much younger, more like 12 
or 13. I wasn't sure if he was even into puberty or not but 
I did notice that he never took showers after basketball 
practice.  
	"Nah," I said. "A baby couldn't kick my ass at 
basketball or have your jump shot." He giggled.  
	His mom came in, "Boys, do you know where Chris is?"  
	"He said he went over to one of his friend's house 
across the street," I said. "I forgot the name. Sorry."  
	"Oh, that's OK. I know which one," she said. "Brad, I'm 
going to work now. I've got one of those wretched double 
shifts so I won't be back until after midnight."  
	"That sucks," Brad said.  
	She nodded. "Well, I'll get a shift's worth of overtime 
and we need it. Anyway, your dad is off in London [on 
business] for a week so you guys will have to do dinner 
yourself. Here's $20 for some pizza."  
	"Thanks mom. Can Alex sleep over again tonight?"  
	"I suppose. Just don't get into any trouble today."  
	Who? Us?  
	"Oh and by the way," she added before she left, "make 
sure Christopher gets some pizza this time, OK?" She gave us 
one of those disapproving glares that only comes with the X 
chromosome. Brad nodded; I tried to suppress a grin. "Bye 
boys."  
	Brad looked at me again, "So whatcha wanna do today?"  
	"Go to the Pond."  
	He glared at me. "Just kidding," I allowed. He gave a 
half-smile.  
	"Let's just hang out," he said.  
	"Huh?"  
	"You know, just hang out, watch TV, play card games and 
stuff. Craig's at his girlfriend's probably until tomorrow 
morning, unless she throws him out. And the little shit will 
be at his friend's house all day."  
	"Sure."  
	So we sat there doing the aforementioned stuff for 
several hours. At about 3:30, we were pretty much hung-out. 
"I'm bored," Brad whined.  
	"Me too, I said. "You wanna know what we could do 
that'd be really cool?" 

BRAD AND ALEX, part 6   

	"You know what we could do that'd be really cool?" Brad 
asked. I shrugged. "We could play a prank on Craig."  
	"That'd be cool. He was a prick this morning."  
	Brad nodded. "What could we do?"  
	I shrugged, "I dunno. You're his brother."  
	Suddenly, Brad's mom came in the door, startling us.  
	"Hi mom," Brad said. "I thought you were working until 
late."  
	"Yeah I was," she said. "But they changed it to a split 
shift. So I have to go back in at midnight until 8."  
	"That sucks," I noted.  
	"Yeah well," she said. "Where's your brother?"  
	"He's still across the street," Brad replied.  
	"OK, listen. I have to get some sleep before I go in. 
Make sure your brother is fed and that he takes a bath 
before he goes to bed." Brad nodded. "You have money for 
pizza and you're responsible for Chris, OK?"  
	"Uh huh," Brad added. "Does this mean I get more 
allowance this week?"  
	"Yes, as long as you do a good job," she replied. 
"Where's Craig?"  
	"He's at his girlfriend's house," Brad replied. "I 
don't know her name. He changes his girlfriends every week."  
	"OK, well you boys be quiet, while I'm sleeping, OK?"  
	We nodded angelically.  
	We watched TV quietly for about 10 minutes until we 
figured she was asleep.  
	"So what do you want to do to him?" I asked softly.  
	"I dunno. I was thinking of maybe tying him up while he 
was asleep and tickling him or something like that. But that 
would wake up my mom."  
	"How about putting a bucket on his door so when he 
opens it, it drenches him?" I offered.  
	"Nah, that'd never work," Brad scoffed.  
	"Does he make fun of you for your diaper?" I asked. 
Brad nodded. "Then maybe we could pee in his old underwear 
and throw them in the hamper and see if he gets in trouble 
for it," I suggested.  
	"No, that's lame."  
	"Sheesh, you have any better ideas?"  
	Brad said nothing.  
	"How about the hand in warm water trick?" I offered.  
	"Huh?"  
	"You've never heard about that." He shook his head. 
"What you do is someone's asleep, put their hand in a bowl 
or whatever of warm water. That's supposed to make them wet 
their pants or something."  
	"Does it work?"  
	"Sometimes. Tony tried that on me once, and it worked 
but when I tried it back on him, it didn't. Tony says it 
only works some of the time."  
	"Well, we could try it."  
	"Cool," I said high-fiving Brad.  
	A few hours passed and we ordered the pizza. Just as it 
arrived, Chris got back.  
	"Make sure I get some," Chris hollered as he walked in.  
	"Shh," Brad accosted him. "Mom's sleeping."  
	We were nice enough to allow the bozo a few pieces. 
(FYI- when you're 15 and your brother is 10, he's a bozo, by 
definition :).  
	"OK, go up and take a bath," Brad said a bit roughly.  
	"No, I don't want to," Chris replied.  
	"Do it."  
	"But I just took a bath on Tuesday."  
	I looked at my watch and chuckled. It was Friday.  
	"Mom said. Now go do it."  
	Chris huffed up the stairs indignantly.  
	"So how are we gonna do this hand in the water thing?" 
Brad inquired.  
	"We just wait until he's asleep and sneak into his room 
quietly."  
	"I don't know when he's gonna get back, though. We 
could be asleep."  
	"We'll figure out something."  
	A few minutes later, I had to go relieve myself. I 
walked into the bathroom and saw 10 year old Chris lying in 
the bathtub rubbing his little prick with the washcloth. 
"Hey," he shouted as he quickly closed the curtain.  
	"Sorry dude," I said. I didn't mean to ruin his privacy 
but it honestly slipped my mind; can't say I didn't check 
him out while I had the chance, though. "I just had to take 
a leak."  
	Immodestly, I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down 
to my ankles as I emptied my bladder. I could see Chris 
peeking through the edge of the curtain. I barely heard him 
peep, "Wow, your peepee is really big."  
	As much as I would've liked to believe otherwise, that 
wasn't exactly true. It was maybe 4 inches tops, when hard 
and only a sprinkling of light brown pubic hair (42 at last 
count). But I guess these things are relative.  
	"What'd you say?" I said, pretending I hadn't heard 
him.  
	"I said your peepee is pretty big."  
	"Well, it's OK, I guess."  
	"It's bigger than mine or Brad's. And you have hair 
too."  
	"Have you seen Brad's?" He nodded in reply. "What did 
it look like?"  
	"It looks like mine. It's about the same size too."  
	I was kind of surprised, since Chris' looked to be 
about 1 1/2 inches, but then again, he was (semi) soft. I 
passed it off to, perhaps, fraternal jealousy or something.  
	"Oh, whatever," I said, trying to nonchalant it. "Well, 
bye," I said leaving the room.  
	A few hours later, Chris was in bed while Brad's mom 
had just left for work. Brad and I were yawning. I looked at 
my watch. 11:30. "Let's go to bed," I said. Brad looked at 
me weird but I shot back, "Come on man, I'm tired."  
	"But what about the hand in the water thing?"  
	"I dunno. I guess we can do it like this. One of us 
will stay up and wake the other up when Craig gets back," I 
suggested. "We can do it in like shifts. You can stay up for 
an hour then you wake me up and you go to sleep."  
	"OK, that sounds cool."  
	So we both went to his room and hopped into the his 
bed. Since his wetting secret was out, we didn't need the 
cot. I was only in my skivvies and he in his diaper. "Is 
your diaper wet?" I asked.  
	"No," he replied. "But it'll probably will be. My mom 
wouldn't let me use the toilet or touch my diaper today and 
I kind of hafta go."  
	"Oh, OK. Do you usually wear plastic pants?" I asked.  
	"Well yeah, but I don't want to."  
	"Just don't get the bed wet, okay."  
	He didn't say anything.  
	"You stay up for the first hour and then wake me up. 
Wake me up at 12:45 or if he comes home," I said.  
	"OK."  
	"Night."  
	I quickly dozed off. I was woken up by a hand on the 
front of my underpants. I didn't make a sound, for fear of 
scaring him off. He was feeling me up! Needless to say, my 
prick was at full mast. He was rubbing me pretty good.  
	Unfortunately, I had to sneeze. There was no way I 
could avoid it. "Achoooo!"  
	Brad quickly removed his hand. "Are you awake?" I heard 
him ask.  
	"Mmm, yeah," I said.  
	"Well, it's been an hour so it's your turn."  
	"Shit!" I said. "OK."  
	He rolled on his side, crotch facing me and shut his 
eyes.  
	About 10 minutes later, I whispered softly, "Brad."  
	No answer.  
	"Brad?"  
	Nothing.  
	I slowly reached across the bed and felt his crotch 
area. It was damp with urine. I rubbed it gently. No 
apparent response from him. So I reached my hand inside his 
damp diaper and felt his little penis. He groaned, startling 
me. I jerked my hand out in a natural response.  
	I heard him gently whisper, "Don't stop."  
	"Huh."  
	"I said, don't stop."  
	"You're awake?"  
	"Duh."  
	"Cool. Why didn't you say anything?"  
	"I didn't want to scare you off."  
	"OK, that's cool. Both of our secrets are out now," I 
pointed out. He nodded. "You know your diaper's wet again."  
	"Gee, I think I could've figured that out," he answered 
snidely.  
	"Could I um..." I stumbled. "Could I change you?"  
	"You want to change my diaper?" he asked, seemingly 
perplexed by the notion.  
	"Yeah."  
	"OK, that'd be cool," he replied, surprisingly.  
	So I threw the sheets back and he rolled onto his back. 
I unpinned his left diaper pin and tossed it onto the floor. 
I was reaching for his right diaper pin when, suddenly, the 
door flew open.  
	It was Craig.  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 7   

	"Oh shit," I cursed as I quickly hopped off Brad and 
pulled up the covers.  
	"What are you little homos doing?" he said in a slurred 
voice. It was quite obvious that he was, one might say, 
inebriated; well, 'one' might say that but I'd say he was 
flat out drunk, hammered, toasted.  
	"Nothing," I answered trying to remain calm.  
	"Bullshit, I'll bet you guys were... *cough* * cough*, 
ah, the hell with it"  
	"Craig, this isn't your room," Brad said. Apparently 
Brad knew how to deal with a drunk older brother.  
	"It isn't?" he stuttered.  
	Suddenly, I saw a Brad's face light up as though a bulb 
had just turned on.  
	"No, it isn't, Craig," Brad said. "Let's go back to 
your room."  
	"Huh?"  
	"Alex, let's help Craig to his *bed*," Brad said, in 
that tone of voice you use when you're trying to get a point 
across to someone without actually saying it.  
	"Oh, OK. Yeah, we'd better, before he pukes," I 
replied.  
	So we accompanied Brad's staggering brother to his room 
and let him collapse on his bed. Chris, clad in only a cute 
pair of Superman Underoos with prominent skid marks in the 
back, popped his head in the room. "What's going on?" he 
said drowsily.  
	"Nothing. Craig's just drunk, that's all. And we're 
just putting him to bed so he doesn't puke on the carpet 
like he did last time," Brad said.  
	"Good idea. Dad was pissed last time," Chris said and 
went back to his room.  
	"You can't sleep in that," Brad pointed out to Craig. 
"We'll take off your shirt, shoes and socks, OK?"  
	"Mmmm, yeah," he spewed. He was really toasted. We 
proceeded to remove said articles of clothing. He lay their 
only in his jeans.  
	"Craig, stand up. You can't sleep in your jeans," Brad 
pointed out. Brad unbuttoned his jeans and I steadied him as 
Craig stepped out of his Levi's. The 18 year old was wearing 
only a size 34 pair of Hanes skivvies. We could both see 
they were damp in the front.  
	"Craig, did you and your girlfriend, you know?" Brad 
prodded.  
	"Nah," he stuttered. "She wouldn't put out. Doesn't 
know what she's missin."  
	"Craig, you can't sleep in that underwear. They're wet 
with pre-cum," Brad said with a grin. "Come on, let me take 
those off."  
	Brad and I helped Craig step out of his underwear, and 
it exposed his penis. It was 5.5 inches and it was only 
partially erect. Brad and I both stared at it for a minute 
before snapping back to reality. Brad went to Craig's 
dresser and picked out a new set of white jockeys. He was 
about to tell Craig to put them on when he stopped himself.  
	"You know Craig, that's going to be uncomfortable to 
sleep like that," Brad said.  
	"Huh?"  
	"You're hard. Wouldn't it feel better if Alex and I got 
you off," said Brad.  
	"No way, I'm no homo," Craig said. Nevertheless, Brad 
grabbed Craig's shaft and started rubbing it. "Stop it you 
fag," Craig ordered. But a few seconds later, Craig moaned 
loudly, "Oh good, that feels great."  
	"Oh, we'd better stop because we're homos," Brad said 
and started to walk away.  
	"No, no," implored Craig. "Don't stop."  
	Brad looked at me and grinned. Brad returned to 
stroking Craig's prick, which was now a full 7 inches long. 
"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.  
	"No," Brad whispered. "I'd never even seen his prick 
since he was like 12." Craig was totally obvious to our 
conversation. "Massage his balls," Brad told me. I obliged, 
causing Craig to moan even louder.  
	Suddenly, Craig's body spasmed and squirted his cum 
some four feet across the room; the last squirt covered 
Brad's crew cut.  
	Craig collapsed onto his bed and I slipped his 
underwear on him. Brad said, "I hafta go to the bathroom to 
wipe this cum out of my hair."  
	When he came back, he had a dish of water. Ah, the 
plan. I'd almost forgotten. Brad lifted up Craig's hand. 
Craig tammered, "What are you doing?"  
	"Craig, your body is cold because you're drunk," Brad 
explained. "We're just doing this to make sure your body 
warms up."  
	I tried hard to stiffle my laughter. It may or may not 
have been true, but neither of us knew or cared. Brad is 
bullshit-artist supreme. I high-fived him.  
	"Craig," Brad said. No answer. He was out like a light 
in only a few seconds. We both went back to Brad's room 
smiling and hopped into his bed.  
	"It should work," Brad opined. "If he had that much to 
drink, he should need to pee a lot anyway." I nodded.  
	"You think we'll get in trouble?" I asked.  
	"Nah, he wont remember a thing, I bet."  
	I was content with that answer. At about 6:00, I was 
awaken by some rumblings in Craig's room. I rolled over and 
felt a little wetness on my leg. Brad had wet his diaper 
again and it was seeping through. I KNEW he should've worn 
plastic pants. I poked Brad, "Wake up Brad, you wet again."  
	He opened his eyes slowly. "Brad," I asked, "can I 
change you now, please?"  
	Brad nodded. I unpinned his diaper. I was about to pull 
the flap back. The moment of glory was upon us. "What the 
hell is this?" I heard Craig's voice boom.  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 8   

	"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Craig roared.  
	I quickly hopped off Brad and cursed my luck 1000-fold.  
	"What are you doing in my room?" Brad asked, trying to 
re-fasten his unpinned diaper under the quickly pulled up 
covers.  
	"Did you pricks actually think you would get away with 
this?" he yelled.  
	At first, I thought he was referring to Brad and my 
homosexual near encounter but then I noticed that Craig was 
standing there only in his briefs. They were drenched to the 
point of dripping. He must've had a lot to drink.  
	"Why did you guys do that stupid hand-in-the-water 
trick on me?" he demanded.  
	"I dunno," Brad shrugged.  
	"You don't know! That's a pretty [expletive] good 
reason," he shouted.  
	"What are you complaining about?" Brad asked. "Like you 
never pulled any pranks of me and Chris."  
	"Not since I was a kid. I've grown-up Brad, you oughta 
try it."  
	I laughed. He was real mature, all right.  
	"What the hell are you laughing at, asshole?"  
	"Nothing," I peeped.  
	"And what the hell were you doing to Brad's diaper when 
I walked in?"  
	"Nothing," I said, trying to be convincing.  
	"You know, you're a little pervert," he contended. I 
gave him a dirty look. "Yeah, you get off on pissed pants 
and stuff."  
	"Fuck you asshole," I shouted. It was true of course, 
but I wasn't about to admit to it.  
	He came over and grabbed me by the throat. "You know 
you little shit, I oughta beat the crap out of you."  
	"Come on Craig, leave 'em alone," Brad pleaded. We both 
knew that Craig could very easily beat the crap out of both 
of us put together. He shoved me back onto the bed.  
	"OK, I won't beat the crap out of you. I'll just give 
you what you want." I looked at him quizzically. "Strip!" he 
ordered.  
	"What?" I asked incredulously.  
	"I said, strip. Take off your sissy panties."  
	Warily, I slid my jockeys down to my ankles. "Where's 
your prick?" he taunted.  
	"Come on, I'm only 14."  
	"Is that your age or how many millimeters long your 
supposed dick is?"  
	I gave him a dirty look.  
	"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.  
	"Well, since you like to see other people in wet pants 
and stuff, why not see how much you like it when you're in 
that situation?" Craig said. He then proceeded to go into 
Brad's dresser and pull out a cloth diaper.  
	"No way man," I said as I looked to run away. Except 
for the minor technicality that I was buck naked.  
	"Don't you dare runaway," he said sternly. "Now lie 
down or I'll beat the crap out of you."  
	I was resigned to my fate and lie down on the cold, 
hard wood floor. Craig lifted my legs up and slid the diaper 
under me. He then grabbed a heretofore unseen container of 
baby powder and sprinkled on my crotch area. With the 
attention, my penis rose to its full throbbing four inches.  
	"Ah look, Craig crooned, "the little pervert *does* 
like it." He put his fingers around my little penis and 
started to stroke. Wow, that felt so good. Then, suddenly, 
he squeezed my dick and balls hard. I screamed. "There, 
that'll teach you to fuck with me."  
	I was writhing in pain. He said, "You stay right there, 
I'll be right back," as he left the room. I was in too much 
pain to move anyway. He came back and told me to lift my 
legs again. He slipped something up my butt; I have to 
assume it was a suppository. "There, that's for good 
measure," he said, pinning my diaper shut and sliding on 
some plastic panties.  
	"Listen here, you're not to touch either of your 
diapers until I say so. "  
	We nodded.  
	"And you'd better not mention a word of this to mom," 
he warned, "or I'll tell dad about the way you guys jerked 
me off last night. He'll be real happy to hear about that."  
	We looked at him in shock.  
	"Yeah, I bet you guys thought I was too drunk to 
remember that but I wasn't," he revealed. "Hey listen, 
personally I don't care about that. I was horny and it felt 
good. We can do it again sometime, even, but when I'm sober. 
But don't you guys EVER pull that hand in the water or any 
other prank on me again, got it?!"  
	We nodded.  
	"Just to make sure, I'm going to tie both your guys 
legs to the bedpost."  
	"What?" we yelled out in horror.  
	"You heard me." We were in no position to protest as he 
got a rope and tied our legs to the bed frame. "I'll come in 
here and let you guys go when I wake up."  
	As he walked out of the room, he crooned, "Good night 
baby girls."  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 9   

	A few seconds later, Craig came back, and started to 
untie our legs. I felt a bit relieved when he did so... 
until he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed our legs 
to the bed.  
	"Where the hell did you get those?" Brad gasped. Craig 
said nothing, but did give us a weird grin and left the 
room.  
	"Fucking shit!" I cursed.  
	"Sorry man," Brad apologized. "I didn't know my brother 
was going to be a total asshole about this."  
	I said nothing. We went to sleep. I woke up about 11:30 
with some stomach cramps. I had to take a dump; the 
suppository was having its desired effect. I was agonizing 
trying to hold it. "What's the matter?" Brad said groggily, 
my noises waking him up.  
	"I got stomach cramps. Your fucking brother gave me a 
suppository."  
	"Shit, that sucks."  
	Duh. What made it even worse was that my feet were 
cuffed to the bed and I couldn't roll over to try and 
relieve the pain a little bit.  
	"Aaargh, it hurts! When is that prick gonna let us go?"  
	"I dunno."  
	Finally, the pain was too great. I just let it go in my 
diaper. It was a really weird feeling because not only was I 
lying on my back trying to take a dump, but I had to 
psychologically undo years of toilet training. I sighed 
relief. Brad looked at me, "Did you do it?"  
	"Yeah, I had to. Those cramps were killing me."  
	We just lay there. Interestingly, the load felt 
unusually good. As I rubbed my butt against the bed, the 
load squished up and down my crack and balls. My erection 
was pressing out against the wet front of my diaper. I 
clearly had a smile on my face, or at least a content 
expression.  
	"Alex, can I ask you a question?"  
	I nodded.  
	"Does the shitty diaper feel good?"  
	That question kind of surprised me, more in that he 
would have the guts to ask it.  
	"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" he nodded. "Yeah, 
It feels pretty good. It feels good rubbing up and down my 
butt and my balls."  
	Brad said, "Oh. Cause I kind of thought about trying it 
before but never got the guts to."  
	"Can I ask you a question?"  
	Brad nodded yes.  
	"Do you wet your bed on purpose?"  
	"No, not really. But I don't feel bad about it because 
the diaper actually feels kind of good. I just don't want 
anyone else to find out about it."  
	"Don't worry man," I said putting my hand on his 
shoulder. "I won't tell."  
	"OK GIRLS," Craig shouted coming into the room. "You 
can go." He unlocked the cuffs to Brad and came over to my 
side of the bed. He put his hand inside my diaper. "Wow, you 
wet a lot. Maybe you oughta wear a diaper just like Brad." 
He sniffed the air. "Did you shit your diaper too?"  
	I said nothing.  
	"You'd better tell me or else."  
	"Or else what?" I asked.  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 10   

	"Or else what?" I said, a bit frightened.  
	"Or else I'll tell all your friends about the way you 
get your rocks off."  
	"Ugh," I thought. He had me there.  
	"So, did you make poopoo in your didee?" He asked in 
his best baby talk voice.  
	I blushed, "Yes."  
	"Yes what?"  
	I looked at him funny.  
	"I want you to say, 'yes I made poopoo in my didee.'"  
	My face burned red. If my legs weren't cuffed to the 
bed, I would've killed him; well if my legs weren't cuffed 
to the bed and he were about 100 pounds lighter.  
	"Yes, I made poopoo in my didee... but only cause of 
you."  
	"Hey, it's not my fault you're a bigger baby than 
Brad."  
	"Shut up," Brad shouted indignantly.  
	Craig laughed. "What are you two diaper-wearin babies 
gonna do about it?"  
	He really enjoyed making us squirm. I guess it served 
us right for doing to practical joke but he was definitely 
going too far overboard with this. This had gone from a 
practical joke to a serious ego power trip.  
	"OK you babies, get yourselves cleaned up and changed. 
I'm outta here." But before he left, he added, "And Brad, if 
mom or dad finds out about this, you're dead. If they ask 
you about the shitty diaper, tell em you did it."  
	Brad looked at him in horror as he closed the door 
behind him.  
	"I'm in deep shit," he said, no pun intended.  
	"You know Brad, we could always wash the diaper before 
you parents find it."  
	Brad's face suddenly lit up. "Yeah, that's a great 
idea. Why didn't I think of that?" Takes lots of brains to 
think that one up. "Cool," he said, "I feel better now."  
	"Well, I'd better get into the shower," I suggested.  
	"Hey wait," Brad said softly. "You know how you asked 
me before if you could change my diaper." I nodded. "Well 
why don't we change each others diaper?"  
	I shrugged my shoulders, "Why not? Who first?"  
	"I'll change you first," he offered. "I'll go into the 
bathroom for a sec." he came back with some wet paper towels 
to clean me up with.  
	I lie down on the floor as he unpinned my diaper and 
rolled it back. My erect penis was exposed.  
	"Wow," he said in amazement. "You've even got hair." 
I'd had hair for about a year and it surprised me that that 
would surprise him; he was about 10 months older than I and 
almost every other kid our age I knew had at least a little 
bit down there. He must've been a late bloomer. Chris had 
hinted that Brad didn't have hair down there but I was 
skeptical until now.  
	"Don't you have hair?" I asked gently.  
	He just sat there for a few seconds with no response. 
Finally, he broke the silence with, "Whoa, it really 
smells."  
	I laughed, "You're the one who wanted to clean it up." 
and clean it up he did. He wiped me up pretty good, paying 
extra attention to my penis.  
	Finally he rubbed off all the shit and threw the diaper 
in the pail. "Your turn," he said.  
	He lied down on the bed and I unpinned his sopping wet 
diaper. It was so wet in made a spot on the sheets, but he 
must not have cared. I carefully pulled back the front flap 
exposing his, as expected, hairless crotch. His penis was 
surprisingly small [ed note: I'll bet you were expecting me 
say it was 15 inches long or something :)], but it was 
certainly erect right now, perhaps a little over 2 inches 
long and pretty thin. Puberty hadn't touched him and I loved 
it; he looked so adorable there. I was half expecting him to 
put his thumb in his mouth and start sucking.  
	So I put some powder on him and slipped some briefs up 
his legs and onto his crotch. "Well, I'd better go take a 
shower or I'll really stink."  
	Brad looked a little disappointed when I grabbed a 
towel and entered the bathroom.  

BRAD AND ALEX, part 11   

	Like I said, Brad looked really disappointed when I 
stepped out of the bedroom and into the shower, but didn't 
think I didn't notice that.  
	Anyway, I stepped into the shower and adjusted the 
water to the appropriate thermal specifications (big words 
here :). I was doing my usual singing thing when I realized 
that I was still pretty hard. I'd never jerked off anywhere 
other than lying down on my bed so this position was 
uncomfortable for me. Nevertheless, I did rub my erection a 
bit. Needless to say, I was startled when I heard the door 
fly open.  
	"What the..." I yelled.  
	"Sorry dude," Brad apologized. "I had to take a leak."  
	I looked through the semi-transparent shower curtain as 
Brad pulled down his shorts and pointed his little penis at 
the bowl. A few seconds later he said, "Alex?"  
	"What?" I said, partly with impatience and partly with 
excitement. I wanted to finish relieving myself.  
	"If you stay in there much longer, there's not going to 
be any hot water left me."  
	"But I just got in?"  
	"Yeah, I know. Chris takes up all the hot water."  
	"Sorry dude, but I'm not getting out right now," I 
insisted.  
	"Oh," he said, feigning disappointment. "How about if I 
come in there and shower with you?"  
	"No way."  
	"That's the only way I'll be able to get a shower. 
Besides, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked 
before. We just changed each other's diaper."  
	"I don't know about this."  
	"Come on."  
	"Mmmm.. all right, I guess. Just don't tell anyone."  
	"Who would I tell?" he said, ripping off his underwear 
and hoping in with me.  
	The shower was pretty small so we were right next to 
each other.  
	"Could you hand me a washcloth?" he asked. I did and 
continued washing myself. As I turned around to reach for 
the shampoo, my boner bumped into Brad. ( I said we were 
squeezed in tight).  
	"Looks like you're hard," Brad giggled. Duh.  
	I looked at him and observed, "Looks like you are too, 
dude."  
	He nodded and blushed.  
	"Um, can I like touch it?" he asked, sheepishly.  
	It was my turn to blush. "Sure."  
	"You know what I did to Craig? Can I do it to you too?" 
he asked.  
	"Wow, I don't know Brad. I guess I'm really hard and it 
would feel good. But I've never had anyone else do it to 
me."  
	"That's OK, I've never done it to anyone else except 
Craig."  
	He reached down and wrapped his hand around my 4 inch 
hard-on and started to gently stroke. Up and down. Up and 
down. My head was swimming; my hand never felt *this* good. 
Up and down. My knees started to get so weak I almost fell 
down. Finally, my legs stiffened and my load dribbled out 
onto the shower floor. I was dizzy with pleasure.  
	"Wow," was all I could manage. "That was awesome."  
	We just stood there for a minute or so as I tried to 
regain some semblance of normalcy. The door to the bathroom 
flew open again. Looking back on it I have to wonder if 
anyone in this family has any concept of the word privacy.  
	Chris' voice called out in surprise, "Oh shoot, I 
didn't know someone was in there."  
	We stood there silent for a moment as Brad and I looked 
at each other. I elbowed him as if to say, "Say something."  
	"Um, it's just me."  
	"Oh," Chris said, as I saw him pull down his pants to 
pee. "I thought you guys were gone. Where's Alex?"  
	"Um," Brad hesitated, "he's not in my room?"  
	"Nope," Chris said. "I knocked and no one answered."  
	"Oh. I don't know. He must've gone to the corner store 
or..."  
	Right in the middle of his answer, I sneezed.  
	"Wait a sec," Chris said suspiciously, "who else is in 
there?"  

BRAD AND ALEX, part XII   

	"Alex and I are just taking a shower to save water," 
Brad offered unconvincingly.  
	"Yeah, cause *you* took all the hot water this 
morning," I added.  
	"Come on, what were you guys *really* doing?" Chris 
insisted.  
	"I told ya, just showering," I said.  
	"You'd better tell me or I'll tell mom and dad," Chris 
threatened.  
	He had us. But I thought of a way to gain back serve, 
"I would tell you except you're just a little baby and only 
big boys do what we were doing."  
	Brad looked at me in horror and whispered, "What are 
you doing???!"  
	Chris started to say something but I told him to hold 
on a sec. Then I whispered to Brad, "If we get him in on 
this, then we'll be sure he won't tell your parents."  
	Brad looked unconvinced but I asked him if he had any 
better ideas. Then I told Chris again, "Like I said, you're 
just a little baby and we can't trust you."  
	"I'm *not* a baby! I'm 10," he replied indignantly. Ah, 
psychology is so easy.  
	"Yeah so," I answered.  
	"Plus," he said in a sly voice, "I don't have to wear a 
DIAPER to bed."  
	Brad's faced turned red; I'm not sure if it was 
embarrassment, anger or both.  
	Finally, I conceded, "I *guess* we can trust him Brad. 
Could you give us our towels Chris?" He obliged. We wrapped 
our towels around ourselves and took Chris with us to Brad's 
room.  
	"What are we gonna do?" Chris asked excitedly.  
	"well remember, only big boys do this so you have to 
promise not to tell anyone about this OK?" I pointed out. He 
nodded affirmation.  
	First, you're going to have to take your shirt and 
shorts off. So he ripped off his T-shirt and modestly 
slipped off his black Umbros.  
	So Brad and I were sitting on the bed in only our bath 
towels and Chris was standing in just his Superman Underoos, 
the same ones he was wearing last night.  
	"Don't you ever change your underwear?" Brad chuckled.  
	"What?" Chris said seriously, "I changed them on 
Tuesday night."  
	"But it's Saturday now," I said in amazement.  
	"You know Chris, if you ever get killed in a car 
accident mom will never forgive you for not having clean 
underwear on," Brad said as we both broke out laughing. 
Chris didn't seem to get the joke.  
	"So, what are we going to do?" Chris asked with more 
impatience.  
	"OK," I said, "First off, you have to wet your pants."  
	"What?"  
	"You have to wet your pants."  
	"Why?"  
	"Cause it feels better if you do what we're about to do 
in wet pants."  
	"Why?"  
	"Because when you do what we're going to do, you get 
all sweaty and the wet pants keeps you cool," I lied.  
	"Does not?"  
	"Does so."  
	"Prove it."  
	So, I went over to my bag and grabbed a pair of 
jockeys. I slipped them up my legs and then dropped my 
towel. I went back over to the bed, lied down and tried to 
pee. The bed was already wet from the leaky diaper the 
previous night so it didn't really matter. But try as I 
might, I couldn't pee. "Hold on a sec," I said as I went to 
the bathroom and guzzled down several glasses of water.  
	I came back and lied down on the bed. As I tried to 
relax, I finally let go. Brad and Chris watched in amazement 
as the warm wetness spread over my crotch and covering my 
hard-on. It totally soaked my underpants and started to pool 
down by my butt. The feeling was magnificent. "See Chris, 
how hard my dick is?"  
	Chris, standing their with his mouth agape, nodded. 
Brad shoved over and we made room for Chris. "Come on, lie 
down with us," I said. He obliged.  
	Chris looked nervous, "Do I have to pee my pants?"  
	"See Brad, I knew he was a baby."  
	"OK, OK," Chris got defensive. "I'll do it." Chris 
closed his eyes and started to push. He looked in pain.  
	"Just relax Chris," Brad offered. Chris took some deep 
breaths and we both noticed a small wet spot forming at the 
tip of his tiny prick. Suddenly, Chris totally lost control 
and the wet spot exploded, immersing his cute Underoos with 
urine.  
	"Uh oh," Chris said nervously.  
	"Don't worry about it," Brad offered. "It's cool."  
	"Doesn't it fell good?" I asked.  
	Chris blushed and nodded, "Just a little."  
	A small amount of time passed. "What's next?" Chris 
asked.  
	"Well, have you ever heard of jerking off?" I queried.  
	"Um, I've heard of it."  
	"Do you know what it is?" I wondered aloud.  
	"Uh, not really. The kids at school talk about it and 
Craig jokes about it a lot but I don't really know what it 
is," Chris conceded. Chris started to cry "I'm sorry, I 
don't know what it is. Can we please still do it?"  
	Brad hopped over me and started to console the 
youngster, "Don't worry about it, little bro. We'll show 
ya."  
	"Yeah," I chimed in, ubiquitously (I've always wanted 
to use that word :) rubbing his little wet-underpants 
covered boner, "it's OK. We know you're a big boy cause a 
baby would've chickened out by now."  
	"Really," Chris said, his eyes perking up a bit. 
"Cool!"  
	"We'll show you how to become a big boy," I added....  

BRAD AND ALEX, part XIII   

	"OK, now the first thing we all need to do is to get 
naked."  
	Chris blushed, "Do I have to?"  
	"Yup, it's no good if you have clothes on," Brad said 
with a chuckle. Brad was apparently starting to get into it 
more. "I'll go first," Brad offered, as he ripped off his 
towel and tossed it to the floor. I then followed suit (or 
should I say, birthday suit :) by sliding my wet Hanes down 
to my ankles.  
	Chris stared at our respective hard-ons, took a look at 
his own wet crotch and said nervously, "I don't know if this 
is such a good idea."  
	Brad slid over and started licking Chris' bare, almost 
bony, chest, while simultaneously rubbing his pee soaked 
crotch. Chris' objections melted away, apparently. I wonder 
why? :) While that was being done, I thought, "Why the heck 
not?" and started massaging the soft flesh of Brad's butt. 
Brad moaned loudly.  
	Brad sat up and hooked his fingers under the waistband 
of Chris' wet Underoos. "OK, ready there bro?" Chris nodded 
in response.  
	Brad yanked the Superman underpants down and slid them 
off Chris' ankles. What was revealed was a beautiful, 
miniature sized replica of Brad's crotch. Chris' adorable 
was maybe 1 1/2 inches nestled above a cute scrotum which 
covered two pea-sized testicles.  
	Chris blushed, "How come yours is so much bigger than 
mine?" he asked me.  
	"Cause I'm older?"  
	"Well, Brad's older than you and he's not much bigger 
than me?"  
	"I am so!" Brad replied indignantly. Brad's boner was a 
little over 2, maybe a full 2 1/4 inches long. That would 
make him 33% bigger than Chris, if you want to look at it 
that way. Whether you define that as "much bigger" or not, 
depends on if you ask Chris or Brad. :)  
	"So, if you're older than Alex, you should be bigger 
than him too, right?" Chris demanded.  
	"I dunno. It's not my fault!" Brad retorted defensively  
	"Calm down guys, it doesn't matter," I insisted. 
"You're both small," I added with a chuckle. Brad slapped me 
upside the head.  
	"OK, what do we do now?" Chris asked innocently.  
	I proceeded to demonstrate my technique of jerking off 
and explaining it to Chris. My technique of wrapping my 
first around the shaft and stroking didn't work as well for 
Chris because his penis was too small. Brad pointed out, 
"It's easier if you use just these two fingers," referring 
to his index finger and thumb. Chris tried it and a smile 
crept across his face.  
	So the three of us lie there simultaneously beating our 
meat, almost rhythmically stroking. Suddenly, my head got 
light, my legs stiffened, and a few seconds later, immature 
sperm dribbled out the end of my penis, covering my small 
patch of pubic hair. I lay there silently, in a fog, while 
Brad and Chris continued their solo activities.  
	"No, no," Brad told Chris, "you're doing it wrong. Let 
me show you." And he proceeded to do just that. He jerked 
off his little brother's pricklet for a minute or two and 
then he bent over and put his mouth on it. As Brad started 
sucking it like a baby's bottle, Chris, startled, asked, 
"What are you doing?"  
	Brad stopped, "Why? Doesn't it feel good." Chris 
blushed and nodded. "OK then," Brad replied and went back to 
his vacuum cleaner imitation. If I hadn't cum twice in the 
last half hour, I probably would've started beating off 
again. As Brad went up and down Chris' little shaft, 
suddenly, Chris' legs stiffened as the 10 year old moaned 
loudly, "Oh my god Brad, I'm going to pee!"  
	At 10, of course nothing came out, and if it had, it 
obviously wouldn't have been pee. But Chris apparently 
didn't know that and asked me about the "white stuff that 
came out of my pee pee."  
	"I'll explain that to you some other time kid," I said, 
as I was still in a post-orgasmic funk.  
	"Wow that was awesome!" Chris said, contentedly.  
	"I know, Chris you can be our baby!" Brad said.  
	"Huh?" Chris and I both said.  
	"Well, you liked wetting your pants right?" Brad 
pointed out.  
	"No I didn't!" Chris insisted.  
	"Yes, you did!"  
	"OK, well maybe a little."  
	"OK then, and you liked what we did here today, right?"  
	"You mean sucking my peepee? Yeah, that was great!"  
	"OK then, well there are some other things that we can 
show you that are even better. But you have to be our baby?"  
	"What do you mean being your baby?"  
	"Like, you have to wear diapers and plastic pants and 
drink from a bottle and suck your thumb and all that."  
	"No way!"  
	"Forget it then."  
	"OK, hold on. Why do I have to be a baby?"  
	"Cause that way, we can be sure you won't rat on us."  
	"If I do, you won't tell anyone that I'm wearing 
diapers and stuff?"  
	"Right, and you won't tell anyone about the stuff we're 
showing you, right?"  
	"OK, I guess. But what you're showing me better be 
good!"  
	"Oh," I assured him, "It will, kid, it will." Brad and 
I both grinned.  
	Chris hopped off the bed. He grabbed his wet underwear 
and, to our amazement, slid them up his ankles followed 
shortly thereafter by his Umbros. He left the room and went 
downstairs.  
	"Isn't he going to change his underpants?" I asked 
incredulously.  
	"Got me," Brad shrugged. "Let's go downstairs and call 
someone."  
	We got dressed and went to get some lunch. On our way 
down, we bumped into Brad's mom who was grabbing laundry 
from Craig's room.  
	"Hi Mrs. Webster!" I said politely.  
	"Hello boys," she replied perkily. "What are you up to 
today?"  
	"Nothin," Brad said nonchalantly. "I think we're gonna 
go to the park and shoot some hoops."  
	I giggled a bit, causing both of them to look at me 
funny. Fresh in my memory was what I'd "shot" just a few 
minutes ago. Anyway, we went downstairs and just as we sat 
down in the kitchen, we heard Mrs. Webster shriek, "What is 
the meaning of this? Bradley, get up here NOW!"  
	I looked at him questioningly. He shrugged, "I dunno."  

BRAD AND ALEX, part XIV   

	Brad, resignedly, trod up the stairwell to meet his 
impending doom. I sneaked over to my previous position in 
the middle of the stairs but out of sight to them.  
	"What is the meaning of this?" I heard her yell as she 
thrust two diapers in Brad's face.  
	"Um, I, uh," Brad stuttered.  
	"Brad, it's bad enough you're wetting your bed. But I 
can understand that and deal with it. But now you're pooping 
your diapers too! What's going on?"  
	"Alex did it," he said, much to everyone's shock.  
	"What?!" she said incredulously.  
	"Alex wore a diaper to bed and *he* pooped in it," Brad 
repeated.  
	"Bradley David Webster, I can't believe you would say 
such a thing. It's bad enough you can't control your 
bathroom habits but now you're trying to blame them on your 
best friend!"  
	"But mom, he did," he insisted. "Just ask him."  
	"Brad, I am very upset at you. I wasn't going to spank 
you for pooping your diaper but you lied about it and, worse 
yet, blamed it on your best friend. Drop your pants."  
	"Come on mom!"  
	"NOW!"  
	Glumly, Brad undid his shorts and pulled them down to 
his ankles.  
	"Your underwear too."  
	He obliged.  
	"Now get over my knee."  
	SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!  
	"OK, OK..." Brad whined, but to no avail. She proceeded 
to administer more than two dozen more smacks. By then, brad 
was downright bawling. Finally, she stopped and told Brad to 
get up. brad got off her lap and rubbed his butt cheeks. He 
reached down to get his shorts when his mother stopped him, 
"Not so fast. You're going to wear a diaper again today."  
	"But mom!"  
	"No buts. You obviously either wet or pooped your 
diaper yesterday afternoon so you must need one again 
today."  
	"What? I didn't wet it yesterday. I wet it last night."  
	"Then you pooped it yesterday. There are two dirty 
diapers. You were wearing one yesterday afternoon so you 
must've wet that, changed it before you went to bed and 
pooped the other one. Or vice versa."  
	Brad stood there stunned, trying to make sense of her 
babble.  
	"If you can't understand, then never mind. Just lay 
down and I'll put it on you."  
	"Fine!" Brad huffed and hopped on his bed. His mom 
opened one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a diaper. 
She folded it into position and lifted up Brad's legs. Then 
suddenly, she stopped and went back to the dresser.  
	"Whatcha doing?" brad asked.  
	"I think you may need 2 or 3 diapers to keep you dry."  
	"Come on, ma, that's going to be too bulk."  
	"O well, then keep them dry today. You really SHOULD be 
able to keep them dry during the day. There's no excuse for 
that."  
	Brad grumbled as she grabbed two more diapers and 
fastened the three onto his bottom. He got up dejectedly and 
put on some bulkier, gaudier shorts than the Umbros he had 
on earlier. He sat there on his bed sulking as his mom 
grabbed the rest of his laundry and added it to the pile of 
everyone else's clothes.  
	"And don't you EVER try to blame your friend for YOUR 
problem, young man," she said as she left the room. I 
scattered quickly back to the kitchen.  
	A few minutes later, Brad came down and joined me. 
"What's up?" he asked disinterestedly.  
	"Tony and Jack are going to get some guys to play 
baseball at the park. Let's go!" I suggested.  
	"I dunno, I'm kinda not interested in baseball today. 
It's too hot."  
	"OK, what happened up there," I asked knowingly.  
	"She found the diaper you crapped in."  
	"Oh, sorry. I thought you were going to wash it."  
	"I was going to but I forgot about it after we did that 
stuff with Chris."  
	"Oh, that sucks."  
	"Tell me about it, I have to wear a diaper today cause 
of it."  
	"Shit!"  
	"Don't say that word," he giggled. I smiled nervously.  
	"Come on Brad, let's play baseball. They won't know."  
	"But this diaper is really bulky."  
	"Yeah, but yor shorts cover it. I can't tell you're 
wearing them," I said honestly. He wasn't wearing crinkly 
plastic pants and they weren't that visibly obvious.  
	"Mmm.. OK, I guess."  
	I ran up to his room to grab our gloves and we were 
quickly away to the park."  
	"Hey guys!" Tony greeted us. "Let's go. You guys are on 
my team."  
	"What are the teams?" I asked.  
	Tony pointed to the 5 people who were in the outfield 
playing throw and catch. So we split up and played baseball 
for a couple hours. We had our usual arguments of "Who's 
up?", "what's the score?", "these teams aren't fair" and the 
ever-popular "give me a good pitch to hit!". By then, 
everyone was getting sort of tired and cranky. "Let's take a 
break," Jack offered, "I have to take a leak."  
	But Tony and a couple of others refused, "Come on Jack, 
don't be a baby. It's the ninth inning."  
	"But I gotta go!" Jack insisted.  
	"Just go in your diaper," someone in the outfield 
yelled derisively and we all laughed. I assumed he wasn't 
serious but I was curious nonetheless. I was also nervous 
because for Brad cause he told me he had to go badly 
himself. But I told him just to hold it until after the game 
was over.  
	Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. The game was tied 
after the ninth inning, and the tenth... and the fourteenth. 
After the sixteenth inning, Brad was red-faced trying to 
hold it and I could tell Jack was too.  
	"Two outs," Randy yelled before throwing a pitch which 
was lofted lazily to Jack in short left field. Jack made a 
nice diving catch, at full extension, to snag the ball. But 
he stayed on the ground and I just assumed he was tired as I 
jogged back to the dugout.  
	As I was about to pass him, he got up slowly, his face 
red. I looked at the front of his sweats and they were 
totally soaked with, I had to assume, piss.  
	Randy noticed that as well and shouted, "Ha ha, Jack 
the baby peed his pants!" Everyone else (except me and brad, 
of course) teased him mercilessly and laughed. Jack, angry, 
tried to leave the field but was blocked by Tony. "Oh no you 
don't," Tony said tauntingly.  
	"Come on," Jack pleaded, "let me go."  
	"No way," Tony insisted before screaming, "HOG PILE ON 
JACK!!!"  
	So literally everybody on the field, including Brad and 
I, jumped on the pile that had smothered poor Jack. Jack was 
screaming, "GET OFF ME! PLEASE!!!"  
	We all laughed. "OK guys, that's enough," Tony yelled 
up after a few minutes. He was just above Jack, you see, and 
had the rest of the pile on him. So I was on top and got off 
and a few people under me got off. Then I realized that the 
pile had caused  
	Brad's shorts to slip down below his belly and exposed 
a small portion of his diaper. Unfortunately, I couldn't 
figure out a way to let him know without letting everyone 
else know as well. Unfortunately, Andrew noticed this as 
well. "Hey Brad' what kind of underwear are you wearing?" he 
asked honestly. Andrew was the innocent, naive type with out 
a true malicious bone in his body. I sure he asked the 
question unwittingly but, alas, it caused everyone else to 
take notice as well. Tony and Randy stood there  
	with their mouths wide open when the realized what type 
of "underwear" Brad was wearing...