Roger & I

 	After I discovered the enjoyment of messing my pants 
and then discovering the enjoyment of masturbation and 
discovering that my best friend also enjoyed pooping in his 
pants, things got really fun. 	Roger and I would get 
together at his house or mine, and, using old towels, rags, 
or a couple pair of old underwear we would diaper ourselves 
and fill our pants. We discovered that if you didn't have to 
go, if you would gently pound at your ass with the 
protruding thumb of a fist, you could induce the pressure of 
pooping. Usually though, we didn't have a problem. We never 
touched each other during these sessions. (That was to bad, 
looking back on it now) But we would watch each other mess 
our pants and then sit together and masturbate. It never 
dawned on us to masturbate each other.  When the warm, 
gooey, feeling went away, we would take off our homemade 
diapers and clean up. Then we would dispose of the poopy 
rags out in the fields surrounding our houses.
 	One winter we had buried many poopy diapers in the snow 
and when spring melted the snow, there they all were. We had 
to take shovels and bury them before someone found out what 
they were. We were pretty amazed at how many had accumulated 
over winter. We had been busy teens. 
	One afternoon, we had just finished our session and 
were cleaned and getting dressed in the living room. Roger 
dressed first and went into the kitchen. Suddenly he said 
"oh hi Mom". I thought he was kidding and was going to go 
into the kitchen to laugh at him with my pants still down 
but something told me not to. I continued to pull up my 
pants and as I was zipping them up in walked his Mom. She 
saw me pulling up my zipper but other then that we were all 
proper. She called my Mom and told her we had been up to 
some sort of mischief. She probably thought we were jacking 
off together. Well we were. If she had any clue about the 
messing our pants she would have gone ballistic. We used my 
house for a while after that close call.
 	We did our thing down at the lake in the summer. We 
would poop our swimming suits and sit it them and walk in 
them and then wash them out in the lake. (not politically 
correct, I know) We had fun with it until I went off to 
Vietnam. (talk about shitting ones pants) When I got home we 
still hung around together but never mentioned or did our 
messing together again. I wonder if he still does it? I 
haven't seen him in years. 	

I still enjoy it.