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...