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.