JACK AND BOBBY Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. It is being told in the first person by Bobby the younger of the two boys. And about his best friend, Jack Jackson. Some of the activity could be construed by some as crude and down right nasty. It is as if Bobby is telling this story to you the reader about some kind of happenings when he was only 10 years old. Things between him and his friend, Jack, who was 2 « years older then himself. Bobby was an inquisitive child while Jack was trying to figure out why he had such horny feelings. Jack knew nothing about coming into puberty nor about the changes in his body. It was these very feelings that drove Jack toward his younger friend. If only Jacks parents could had been more informative at the time he was growing up then most of his problems would have been small or none at all. Much of the same could be told of Bobby. Neither boy had any support by parents in their growing up years pertaining to the sexual nature that pressured each to experimentation. Bobby was driven by his hunger to understand what it was all about. Jack on the other hand was pressured by his uncontrolled drive to obtain release from this powerful awakening within himself. Bobby hopes you will keep open minded about the subject. Do not judge too quickly because you could find yourself in this same predicament yourselves. Maybe you have already experienced similar situation. Bobby's story may even bring up some past memory you have tried to forget. Or maybe you remember all too well and want to understand more of your past. In any case, this story is for your enjoyment. No other meaning or purpose is imposed. ----------------------------------------------------------- Jack and Bobby Part 1 -- It happens Bobby is 35 years old at the time he tells this story. Bobby Miller tells this story best because he lived it, it is about him. He is going to share with you, the reader, a small but important part of his early life. When I first suggested he tell this part to you he looked at me blinking his eyes in unbelief. "Why would anyone want to take time to listen to me, or for that matter, even want to listen to this kind of stuff?" When I explained to him that there are thousands upon thousands of boys and men out there that have this same interest. I told him, "Like you, they think they may be the only one in the world to have had those thoughts and ideas." I gave him statistics and evidences showing that thousands of young boys and adults use diapers every day. "How you know that?" He asked. I pointed out that there are hundreds of stores through out the world that sell diapers in all sizes and shapes. These sales keep the manufactures busy hiring many workers, etc. It is known fact that more diapers are sold for older boys and adults then all that is made for all the babies. These stores do not stock this item just to fill their shelves. They are being sold and are being used. Many of these boys will go into manhood taking their diaper with them. Some boys use them just for the fun of it, while others will have to use them. Many of those that have to use them grow to love them and will continue long after the problem is over. Bobby agreed to tell his story in hopes it will be a help to others in accepting this wonderful phenomenal fetish that gives so much satisfaction and is actually a very pleasant experience. Diapers never hurt anyone. Does not cause health problems. Just keep them changed and clean. Enjoy. Here is his story: I was like most two year old boys, I was still in diapers but my mother was already trying to get me out of them. It seems most mothers think it is their motherly duty to get their kids 'house broke' early. It has been a proven fact that children that are forced into potty training end up with more problems then those that are allowed to take their own time. Some of these problems are not even related to potty training. In the older days, before disposables, it was an added load on wash day to do up diapers. But nowadays this is not an issue. It was an excuse to get kids out of diapers just to lighten the wash day load. Just like some parents are not into Computers and seem scared to death of them so are many mothers frightened about leaving their child in diapers beyond two or three. They begin to worry that something is abnormal to have a boy in diapers between ages 5 and 7. If the boy is still in diapers at age 10 or beyond they become so terrified they take the kid to head shrinks then really get him messed up. Mom had me out of diapers by age 2 « only to put me back several times because of the embarrassment it caused her when I would dirty my pants in the presence of company. She tried some techniques that many frustrated parents do in order to get their kids potty trained. One method my mother used was to let my 13 year old neighborhood baby sitter to come in twice a day besides her regular sitting job. She would give me a bath and change my diaper. The idea behind method was to embarrass me to the point I would give up and stay dry. Of course it would not work for couple of good reasons. Reason one was the girl enjoyed herself much too much. The other reason, I was having the time of my life. Having her doing this stimulated me greatly which awakened boyhood feelings that became addictive. Yes, I was having a great time wearing diapers. I would have had it no other way, I really enjoyed myself. And to think I may had missed all the 'fun' if it wasn't for my Mother's methods to 'force' me out of diapers. If less importance were put on my getting out of diapers I might have been out of them months earlier. When the neighborhood girl was employed to give me diaper changes and baths I got the idea that wearing diapers was very important. Therefore getting out of diapers took longer. By the time I was 4 « mom was at wits end as to what to do. One of her friends told her to try another method. It was to keep me in the house wearing only a t-shirt with no pants or underpants, I was to play in a room covered with newspapers so if I wet it would go only on papers. The idea was I would know when I peed and would not like the wet papers to play on, therefore, I would be using the toilet. That proved to be a foolish idea. The mess was worst then dirty diapers. Besides she got tired of explaining her methods to questioning guests and friends. My mother soon had to admit it was not a good idea any way. Because using the toilet was not an issue what did all this prove? Only this, diapers are the best and safe way to keep a boy until he is ready to lose them. Then one day it happened. Suddenly as if some one threw the switch I stopped having need for diapers and used the toilet without being told. Mom was so proud me. I am not sure why I suddenly was able to control myself. Guess it was a natural thing when the time is right. After that I only had an accident once in a blue moon. However, once time when I was 5 I got sick and had the runs. Mom put me back into diapers for the two weeks I needed them. It was like getting an old friend back or finding a long lost toy, I liked being back into diapers so much mom had to use force to get me to give them up again. Little did any one know that in less then one year later I would be put back into diapers and no one would try to take them away again. I would never recommend using what happened just to stay in diapers. I was 6 years old and in the first grade. It was snowing hard that Friday afternoon. Mom picked me up at school and drove to the store before going home. Without warning a pickup truck came out of nowhere and hit our car. This was in the days before seat belts and I was in the back leaning over the front seat at the time of the crash. Next thing I remember I woke up in the hospital with a very sore belly and hurt all over. I was thrown over the seat and into the front dashboard. The accident broke some bones. The result left me with a very weak bladder and I would pee my pants without control. Pooping seemed Ok but whenever I had to pee I would just go with out any control. If had to pee and poop the same time I would lose both and mess my pants. I seem to dribble all the time. My bed would soaked by morning. Mom put me back into diapers. The Doctor told my parents that I may grow out of it later in life. I had two operations in a attempt to correct this problem but they all failed. In fact the first operation was suppose to take care of the problem but it only got worst and they had operate again. Something had damaged some nerves, I think. Anyway, I was back into diapers. And you know what? Because Mom felt so guilty for driving that day she never complained about having to change me and wash diapers. Of course, it was not her fault but she always said she wished she went home that day instead, maybe the accident would not have happened. Well we don't know that, but in time she got over her guilt but kept on changing me until I was old enough to care for myself or found someone else willing to 'help.' My babysitter volunteered soon as she found out. Part 2 -- Jack's curiosity was stimulating. Shortly after the accident Jack and I became friends. We both attended same Church and our parents were friends. It was after the accident that Jack's parents got more acquainted with my folks. They did a lot to help us during that hard time. Jack was two and a half years older then I was making him almost 9 years old when we first met. Even though he was very curious about my diapers he would only talk about it when we were alone together. It was he that encouraged me to show them to him one day. Jack was... well, how should I say it... Just a little different. Actually, he was weird. He lacked social skills however, it was not his fault. I felt a little sorry for him in some ways. It was his Dad that kept him all keyed up. He understood what it was like to being 'different'. Mr. Jackson ran a grocery store. Nothing wrong with that... Only he knew very little of how to be a father. He could get the most out of his employees but when it came to knowing how to give love to his son he was lacking a lot. His idea of being a father was to control every thought and idea Jack had. Jack was scared of him and kept out of his way as much as he could. Jack was his son by an earlier marriage. When he married Jacks 'step' mom things would go a little better for him. She was a loving and kind woman that did all she could to keep peace between the father and son. Shortly after his re-marriage they had a baby girl. After that Jack was sort of left to himself. Much later they had another girl pushing Jack farther and farther as outsider in his own home. Jack was clumsy, a little slow and sometimes a very angry young man. When he started puberty he was horny all the time. He practiced masturbation all the time giving himself the love he missed from his dad. Spent much time alone. But he had another side to himself. Jack was a loving person and could give out love as well. Yet he was very lonely. Jack felt more at ease when around younger boys then he did with his peers. He had a special way with younger boys. He could control them without getting upset. I suppose that should have told me something. But then I was too young to know any difference either. I looked at him as being a big brother because I was an only child. I just did not give it a second thought about why he like to be with me. Guess it goes as much for me, why did I hang out with him after all he was older then myself? I liked him a lot, well, for one thing he treated me like I was someone special, I guess it was because he was interested in my wearing diapers. Jack and I had lots of fun together. Jack came into puberty about age 11 a little earlier then some of his peers. He was immature in many ways, however, it was only his body maturing early. He was like a little boy in some ways but to look at him you would guess him older then he really was. Jack was tall, I was short. My head came almost to his shoulders. He looked older I looked younger then we really were. We must have been quite the pair. Seemingly nothing in common to those around us. This physical combination would give any Authority Figure reason to suspect some kind of sexual attraction going on. When a near puberty boy wants to hang out with a younger boy (that has the look of immaturity) it has all the signs of sexual attractions from the older to the younger. How did I know about these things? I did not at the time, but well, that is part of my story. I was very immature both in body and mind. When I was 10 I could pass for an 8 year old and did get into movies for child rates a couple years past my time. When Jack was 12 « he looked like a boy of 14 or 15. Something else was going on that caused me concern. When Jack and I compared our penis size I was more like a baby boy, he was like a full grown man. This was a cause of concern, Was I normal? To add to my anxiety my penis size had caused some alarm from my parents. My Dad thought the cause of my penis being so small was because the diapers kept me tightly confined. Our doctor did not agree, he did, however, recommend they have my foreskin cut so to free my penis. I am so glad my parents refused to do that because later on as my penis caught up with my peers the foreskin peeled back easily and all fit just fine. Besides a foreskin make masturbation more enjoyable. I just can not imagine playing with a dry penis. How painful that must be for those without foreskin. The foreskin is a nice thing for the penis to slide inside of when playing with myself besides providing lot of pleasure. . I am getting ahead of my story so I will go back to when I first met Jack. It was just after the auto accident. It was his mom and dad that helped out my parents. Jack came to visit me at the hospital and then when I was home. We just became friends regardless of our ages, size or any other things. Jack showed sexual interest in me that first day he visited me in the hospital. He had over heard our parents talking about my inability to hold pee. Jack asked me if I still had a penis. Somehow he got the idea I had it cut off and that is why I could not hold pee. What a little misunderstanding that was but it caused a big interest in myself. One, are they going to cut it off. Second, Why was Jack so interested in it? I had my second glimpse of Jack's sexual intentions one day when he visited me at home after I left the hospital. While his parents were talking with my parents in the living room, Jack came into my room. He caught me unprepared. I mean, it was ok but I was laying on top of the bed in only a thick night time diaper and I had just finished soaking it.. Jack came in and his mouth dropped open as he stared at me. Remember, I was only 6 years old, actually closer to 7 and Jack was close to 10 years old. Jack seemed to be fascinated with my diaper. After a few moments when we both recovered from the shock of being caught in the open like that. Normally I would never want him or any other to know I had on diapers much less that I peed my pants and bed. But Jack seemed to know just what to say. "Wow! You get to wear diapers!!" He said this as if he were very glad I was. I was ready for him to make fun of me or something, but when he acted so interested and in acceptance I was able to overcome my embarrassment. He asked me lots of questions and I answered as well as I could. One thing he wanted to know was did I like the way they felt on me. That is a strange question to be asked except by a boy or someone that has either worn them or wants to wear them.. Jack confessed that he had played around with diapers he made for himself out of old rags. He told me he liked the way they made him feel. I got the feeling he really wanted to wear diapers himself. This conversation give us something common to talk about. I told him I have been wearing diapers most my life and now I had to wear them all the time. He asked me who changed me and I told that my Mom did. He wasn't sure he would want his Mother to do it for him. We laughed about that. Jack made a few comments about how I looked in diapers and how he liked to look at me. He did not come right out and say that but he did imply it. At the time I did not understand much of what he meant by some of what he said. But none of the talk upset me. I was too inexperienced to know he was expressing his secrets with me. I am sure he did not even understand his own feelings on the subject. If my mom did not come in the room when she did I think Jack would have changed me . I'm sure of it. I was wet for some time and it was getting uncomfortable. Jack knew it too and suggested he could change me. I pointed out where the extra clean diapers were kept. Jack expressed that he would like to see what I 'looked like' without a diaper. This gave me a tingling I could feel but not understand. As I said, if mom didn't come in when she did we may have done something. Mom asked Jack to step out of the room for a moment so she could change me. When Jack came back in he saw me in a smaller but dry diaper, tan colored rubber pants and a T-shirt. He quietly expressed disappointment that he had to leave the room. Since that first encounter Jack had opportunity to change me on several occasions and was able to satisfy his need to look. During those times I had no idea why Jack was playing with me nor did I think it wrong to let him do so while he was changing me. What I was well aware of was the wonderful feeling that came with each diaper change. Neither did I question his actions as he kissed me in different places including the penis. Some times I would have to shut my eyes and hold my breath because the feelings got so powerful. Jack seemed so pleased when ever this would happen. I can not even remember feeling it to be wrong except I would not have wanted anyone to watch us doing it. I learned to anticipate Jack's approaches when ever we were alone. Part 3 -- Jack took care of me One time when I was over at his house he took me into the basement and showed me the bedroom his dad made for him. His dad wanted him down in the basement so he could tend to the furnace beside putting Jack out of sight from the rest of the family. Jack's dad used Jack like a cheap slave to do chores no one else wanted. It was shameful how he was treated. Jack would have willingly cleaned the bathroom toilets if he was asked to do so but when he was forced to do so, Jack rebelled rightly so. Once when Jack wanted to go someplace his dad had all his clothing taken upstairs and left him naked so he would not be able to go. Other times he would have Jack put into diapers only, again as a degrading factor to keep Jack under his control and keep him home. There were many times Jack would be punished for some meaningless 'crime'. It was a heavy diaper with several pins that became the symbol of his punishment. I am not sure how old I was the day I went down to his new room that first time. I guess I was at least 8 years old. That would have put him at 10 « I suppose. I had grown used to the way Jack talked and acted around me by this time. He would use 'sex' language with me when we were in private but not in public or around his folks. One of the first things he had toll me was about his having to wear diapers. He told me it was that very afternoon his dad made him wear it. Of course he already knew I had to use diapers. He seemed to get stirred up talking about it. He kept the diapers in his chest of draws and showed me how big and thick they were. I was not surprised when he told me about it. "How come you're not surprised?" he asked me. I answered, "It really takes one to know one." This is the same comeback he used on other boys that would call him a queer, or homo. I said that before I realized it could have made him mad at me. "You know what I mean!" I corrected myself. "Sure I do... You are a diaper boy so you would know!" He laughed. "Right!" I answered. Jack and I seemed to understand more about each other then we did of our own selves. "Do you like to wear them?" I asked. "I don't know... I feel funny about it." He answered. "I am not supposed to like them but, I do I don't understand it, but yes I do like them, makes me feel rather nice." "Don't you just love the way they feel on you? I like to feel the tightness around my butt, myself." I told him the truth trying to make him feel good instead of bad about it.. He did not hide the fact he was interested in my diapers. He started asking me all kinds of questions about them. I was able to answer him the best I could. He ever asked me to show them to him. "You seen me in diapers before, remember that time in my bedroom after the accident?" We laughed together. "Ya. If your mother didn't come in when she did I would have been able to change you. Remember how she kicked me out of the room so she could do the job?" Jack looked at me in a way that gave me goosebumps. I suppose that was the day we got better acquainted then ever before. I had the feeling he wanted to wear diapers all the time. Oh yes I did show him my diapers by pulling down my shorts. Because I loved to only have on my diaper I left them off for a long time giving Jack much time to look me over. I still get more goose bumps just thinking of it. "Wanna see something?" He asked with a grin. Now when anyone says something like that don't you just start drooling at the mouth because you know it will be something your parents would never let you see. Besides I knew Jack, I just knew it had something to do with sex. That is just the way he was. He pulled out a magazine he had hidden. This was my first exposure to pornographic material. These were pictures of grown women showing everything. They looked really pained but he told me it was because they are feeling what we do when we play with ourselves. One time Jack masturbated in front of me. I noticed his face looked like it had hurt him but he explained that it just felt so good that he could not help but hold his breath and grit his teeth. Some of the women in the pictures looked like that. That was also the very first time I had a glimpse of what a girl looked like down there. I am sure it was for Jack also but he carried on as if it was old hat with him. Of course I was greatly interested as a boy just coming to realize that boys and girls were not the same. The pictures seemed to jump off the page and jumped into my mind. Just to look at them made my heart pound and produced this strange feeling that seemed to effect my whole body. I found it both exciting and pleasant yet a hint of embarrassment. Jack was acting very strange. He seemed to almost drool out the corners of his mouth as he excitedly pointed out details of each picture. When he finished with one magazine he pulled out another. When he put the magazine back to its hiding place, Jack told me not to tell anyone about it. Of course I promised and crossed my heart I would never tell anyone. My mind was spinning like a top. Jack had turned pages so fast and was talking about naughty things the whole time. I had no time to really see what he was showing. All I understood at the time was boys playing with each other. I discovered I was more interested in the boys playing with each other than the girl magazines. The full impact of the moment did not hit on me till later that night after I got home. The pictures seemed to have a life of their own. It was if they just jumped off the pages and burned into my mind. Jack tried to explain them to me giving me much detail information about how boys like to do these things with each other. I now know that Jack was as much a virgin as I was but he had a couple of years ahead of me in his sexual development. He seemed to know a lot, too. I listened and pondered what he had to say. Jack would say, "I about creamed my pants!" but I would not understand what he met my that. When he asked me if I would like to do some of the things I saw in the pictures, I did not know how to answer. I was not sure what they were doing or why they were doing it but I did notice the look on their faces showed lot of happy people. However, I knew all too well that they were doing things grownups would punish us for doing. I knew it was wrong simply because the adult would not like it. Especially my mom. But the pictures had already completed their intent. Not only had it produced a tremendous hard on between my legs, but produced a new carving that would last my lifetime. Just as I was about to go home, Jack reminded me to, "keep to yourself and we can it again. Tell about it and neither of us would be able to sit down again, or even see each other." I think he was stating to worry that showing me the pictures would have caused him some trouble. I understood exactly what he meant. I gave him my solemn oath that I would never tell anyone about them. How could I tell anyone? I knew of no one by Jack that could have understood. I had no intent to say one word about it. And I never did. When I rode my bike home I was much more aware of my diapers. How soft they were against my butt. Even my bike seat was much softer. I was also aware how nicely my penis stiffened against the cloth that pressed so tightly around me. Every time I peddled the bike my penis would rub inside the diaper in just the right way. By the time I arrived home I was nearly out of breath as I felt the rush flow over my entire body. I stepped into the door and was greeted by my mother who took one look me and commented that I looked flushed, Did I feel alright?" "Never felt better, Mom, Never better!" I went to my room where I quickly pulled off my shorts then into the bathroom to finish off what Jack started.. Part 4 -- When I Was 10 And He 13 I often wondered why Jack did not carry out his full intent that afternoon. (spoken of in the previous part 3 of this story) I would have been ready to try some experiment at that moment. Had he carried out what he wished-for I would have been a willing partner. Several times within the next two years Jack would come just to the very door of sexual limits. Maybe he got cold feet at the last minute, I don't know, but he would leave me with a lot of pent-up anxiety. At times he would came so very close. I was aware of some of his comments, but was not sure how to receive them so I let them pass. Some how I wished that he would have pursued just a little beyond his stopping point, wish he had been more forceful perhaps. It would be about 2 « years later, after that memorable day in the basement room, that Jack finally worked up enough nerve to take the advantage presented to him. My looking back, upon the event I am about to tell you, I think Jack got to the point where he could no longer ignore the inter drum beat that seemed to be nagging at him.. Jack was no longer the little kid he once was just a few months ago. He came into puberty with a loud bang. The storm of puberty had a very powerful effect upon Jack. He would tell me later how it was for him. He said he needed to jack off two to three times one right after the other. At first he had to overcome the extreme pressure that would build up inside him. He mentioned that he would imagine some of the most bizarre sexual activity while masturbating which gave him a strong first time ejaculation. By the time he got the second one he said it pleasurable but much harder to achieve then was the first. Still he would not be relieved as much as he desired. He said the third would take longer but after he would go off a kind of peace would over come him. The third it was painful and left him in a state of confusion. Its effect would last him about a day then it would start allover again. None of us ought to blame Jack, he could not help himself, I am sure. When ever Jack came under the influence of his demanding puberty with all of its lustful emotions he would find it hard to keep his hands to himself. He mentioned how much he wanted to lure me into some play with him but was afraid I might object. At the beginning he would reach out to me in a rather suggestive manner. It is hard to describe, my arousal was slower then my inquisitive mind. Rather then getting me into the 'mood' it was producing volumes of questions which confused my thinking of what was really going on. "Why was Jack doing these things." "Why do I feel like this." and other ideas ran through my immature head. I must admit, however, that I gave Jack no resistance. He could have gone much farther if he wanted to. Sometimes, while he was messing around I would relax as if getting a massage. But when he began to fiddle in the area of his intended target I began to respond just as any 10 year old boy would. But that was about as he would go, massaging over my diaper while talking to me in a soft voice, it was very soothing but left me wanting something more that I could not comprehend. As more time passed he began to find his way into my diapers which gave me a thrill. This happened more then a few times but ended far short of my gratification. Sometimes he would lure me into some safe place where he would find courage to suggest we 'do something' which would result in mutual play. I have to take much blame for what would take place at those times, I could not help myself either. It was not puberty with all its powerful forces taken over that caused me to give in. I had no idea what puberty would do to a boy at that time. No, It was my ever increasing curiosity. I was fascinated by anything pertaining to the sexual and my being a boy. The old saying, "Curiosity killed the cat" was very true indeed. My only fear was that some adult would find out and I knew what that would mean! Jack would give me loving touches like petting, loving embracing along with his endearing words that gave me direct fulfillment what I was missing most in my life. I would melt and become a passive willing subject for his pleasure and mine. My mother was too busy raising me to spend time with such things as hugging, kissing and other physical embracing. My father hardly every gave me a loving contact since I left babyhood. Just shortly after the accident both parents gave me much attention but time all of this wore off bring things back to 'normal'. My dad was there but not there. It was as if he were never around except to carry out punishment Mom imposed upon me. Strange that I would have such an impression about my parents. For all purposes they were good parents but lacked showing direct un- diluted love to their only child. I had overheard my Mom make a comment one time, "I think giving an only child too much affection will spoil him, I won't have him so attached to his father and I that he can not function on his own." Those words cut a deep slash into my growing years. Because they both put this idea into action it had left me high and dry where I was always looking for something I never understood what. Jack had me keep what he was doing a secret, convinced me that no one should ever find out what we were doing. He assured me it would alright if kept between the two of us, I could understand that. He would say, "No one will ever know, I will help you feel really good." He was right on both accounts, first we were never found out and all my worry was for nothing. Second, we had great times. I would have to place our times together as enjoyable and fun. That is, only second to the diapers I came to love so much. The diapers served two purposes. One, they gave me the comfort, hugs around my waist, they were soft and cuddly giving me passive pleasure without my asking. Second, they took care of the wetting problems I could no longer control. When I would really feel bad and lonely I could poop them adding to the pleasure of having on a diaper. Diapers were my guardians. They were my companion. If I had to choose between Jack and diapers, diapers would win each time. And that is not to demise my need for Jack.. This new adventure, which this story is all about, started one rainy hot summer afternoon. I was around 10 « then, Jack would have been very close to 13. He had come into puberty only in the last few months. It was one of those hot murky days where you just felt wet even before the thunder storms began. Jack and I had been out riding our bikes looking for something to do. We had been over at the city park a while. Jack pushed me on the swing and ran the merry-go-round. We could feel the storm coming, the air around us was electrifying. Even my diaper felt wet and damp and I knew I had not yet peed them. Jack too, began to complain that he was itching inside his diaper. Oh yes let me say, Jack took one of his 'punishment' diapers and put it on before we went biking. He said he did it for me, so I would not feel out of place, but I knew he wanted to use this chance to wear one. We both wore a loose T-shirt and diaper covered by shorts. The shorts in those days were not the long baggy ones of today, no, they were short shorts mostly colored red or blue with a white strip up each side and had a small slit up each side showing off much of the upper thigh. Even if a boy wore white briefs it would be hard to hide them because of the shortness and the slit on the sides. Many boys would not wear underpants for that very reason. But to hide a diaper under one was impossible. We both had on a cloth diaper with large safety pins and the pins many times would be higher then the waist band of the shorts. But we did not care, not even concerned about the part of the diaper hanging beneath the short's legs. I am not sure why things began to happen the way they did that day, Maybe it was the hot 90 degrees or the electrical storm coming up. But suddenly Jack suggested we ride our bikes out Campbell Street heading towards the airport. I told him it would too hot out there but he said he knew a place that would be cool not far out of town. We got our bikes and rode up the street. Jack had me stop at a small store behind the Nat (an old swimming pool building) He bought me an ice cream bar. I would learn this would be a pattern of his, to buy me something nice. Sort of a bribe for what he had intended for later.. He had me turn down a dead end road at the edge of town where we came to an old abandon house back in an un-kept yard full of bushes and tall grass that had not been mowed in months. I followed him like a puppy dog as he rode around back. We hid our bikes behind some bushes then went up on the back porch. The old boards squeaked under the weight of our feet. Jack opened the back door and stepped in. I held back out of fear. "Don't be afraid, No one lives her anymore." He encouraged me to follow him. We went in. He was right, it was cooler inside but not much. We went up the stairs to the second floor and peeked out the windows. We could hear someone mowing their lawn a few houses away but outside of that it was very quiet. Jack started to have that funny look in his eyes and his voice quivered when he spoke. He had taken off his t-shirt and talked me into removing mine. We began searching through the old house one room at a time. One room upstairs had an old mattress on the floor, there were some old tables and things here and there. Other then those items the house was bare empty. Our voices would echo back to us all we would say. Now the first clap of thunder came followed by a flash of light. At first we both jumped but realized what it was and went on investigating the house some more. Fully convinced we were very much alone we settled for the upstairs room with the mattress. Jack sat down on the mattress taking off his shoes and socks. He then dropped back laying on his back. Raising his legs he took off his shorts leaving only his diaper on. "Let's play diaper!" He giggled. We had played this game of diapers before at his house when we were alone. We also played diapers at other times which is nothing more then just being together in nothing but a diaper, We would run around, jump up and down making baby noises and sucking our thumbs and, of course, looking each other over keeping our concentration on the diapers. On some of these occasions in the past we even got on top of each other and rubbed diapers together. Jack had used that funny words on me including the F word. He did not explain their meanings.. But be both agreed it was fun being against each other, it gave us a pleasant rush that was hard to explain. Now here we were, all alone in an abandon house completely free to 'Play diapers' again. Jack sat up motioning me to come near him. I stood still as he pulled my shorts down and off. It felt good to get out off them and let my diaper breath again. I could feel the cooling effect of having air mix with some sweat that formed in my diaper. I fell backwards flopping on the mattress beside Jack. He rolled over onto me giving me a kiss like he never did before. Most the kisses he gave me were pecks on the cheek or smacking on my ear, but this time he planted on right over my own lips. Then he began to act strangely. He kissed me under the neck several times then on down over my chest licking as he went. He stopped at my belly button. I could feel his tongue darting in and out as he cleaned me out. It tickled and I let out a giggle. He even kissed at my diaper and blew his breath into the front of it so hard I could feel it inside. Whenever I would respond to his play it seemed to please Jack very much. He did not stop there but went down and kissed the inside of my thighs. All this caused my penis to erect poking itself hard against the binding diaper. I did not question the right or wrong of Jack's actions with me. I was on top of the world when I can be in diapers and get played with the same time. Nothing was required of me but to lie still and let Jack's fingers do the walking. He laid back and asked me to do something for him. I asked him what we wanted me to do. He just said, "Kiss me sweetie, make love to me, my little diaper boy" For the next few minutes we played together forgetting time and where we were. An experience I will never forget. One thing had lead to another. Jack had taken my diaper off and was manipulating my penis around with his fingers. The direct stimulation soon became more then I could bare. My head whirled like the storm outside. All this time he was talking to me out loud, telling me how much he loved me and liked what we are doing. I had to pull his hand away so much was the intense stimulation. At that point Jack placed my legs together and asked me to hold them there while he did something. He got on top of me and rubbed himself between my thighs. He seemed to be working very hard causing sweat to drip over both of us. Then it happened! Jack stiffened and held his breath. His face turned red till he gasp for more air. He let lot a yell that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Just at the very moment I felt something hot and warm. He began to pump himself erratically till he collapsed on top of me. Another close clap of thunder shook the house. In a little while we were sitting with our backs next to the wall examining the funny white stuff that Jack pumped out on my thighs. "It is sticky and gooey." I observed. Jack seemed pleased with himself as he began to explain what it really was. He went on to tell me how it happened for the first time only the day before while he was in bed. I asked him if it hurt to do it and he replied that it did not, but felt very, very good. Jack was becoming more and more relaxed by this time. My mind was working overtime trying to figure it all out. I told him I never have done that before. He explained that I would when I got older like him. This little example would prove priceless when I would reach puberty. My parents would never had prepared me for this time of life. We sat side by side for a while watching the lightning and hearing the thunder. Hard rain hit the window echoing through out the empty room. Jack took my hand placing it over his large 'thing' asking me to pump on it. I did and in a short time more of the white stuff came rolling out like pee only thicker. Soon as it came out I started to quite. "Keep doing it, don't stop." he begged. Then in a little while he gently removed my hand and thanked me. I sat still while he fondled me. My erection soon came back giving me lot of pleasure while Jack gently manipulated in just the right way.. When my pee-pee began to get sore I told him and he quit. He placed his hand on my head ruffling my hair. The storm was moving farther away. We could tell by the sound of thunder becoming more distant. It had stopped raining for time being.. He re-diapered me as well as himself. We ran through the house leaping and yelling like a group of wild turkeys.. We even went to the windows and wiggled our butts. I really enjoyed our diaper play almost as much as the fondling. The storm passed by leaving the sweet smell of fresh rain. Some steam was rising from the wet ground giving the place an eerie feel. Jack wanted to leave before his dad came looking for him. We pulled on our T-shirts and fitted our shorts over the diapers once more. Jack helped me put on my shoes and socks. Then we headed out to our wet bikes. The ride home was pleasant. My mind was busy sorting out the events of the past half hour. Jack rode off in front of me turning back once in a while to see if I was still following. When we got to his house Jack's mother told me my mom had called. She was wondering if I was out of the rain. Jack's mother told me was to head for home soon as I can. After having experienced that afternoon's fun and games I could no longer be satisfied playing with myself alone in the dark of my bedroom. I had been introduced into the 'big' boy world of human emotions laced with feelings of human love that I could not turn away from. Jack had awoken my sexuality with his gentle hands feeling through, over and inside my diapers. Now I was prepared for the day I would let the white stuff fly. Having some information before hand is the best way to treat up cropping problems. Part 5 -- Lady in the Park Jack had called me on the phone one morning asking if I could met him at the City Park. I asked my Mom if I could go with Jack but she did not answer me right away. She started asking all kinds of questions. "What you plan on doing there?"---"Who all will be there?" Etc. I wasn't sure she would ever say a yes or no. Then she asked for the phone than began pumping Jack with 20 questions.. I don't know how he answered her but when she handed the phone back she told me I could go with him. Mom was distrustful of Jack because she could not understand why a boy that age would want to run around with a younger boy. She never knew what was going on between us because I would have been punished big time and Jack's parents would have been told. It would be bad for Jack if his dad even suspected we were playing games like we had. So I knew she did not know or she would not have allowed me to go with him. I took the phone, "Jack. Mom said I can go, great eh?" Jack answered, "I know, I told her we wanted to wade in the river and catch crawdads." "Ya, crawdads Ok!" I said. "Be sure and bring your lunch pail with some sandwiches. I will buy you a bottle of pop," he instructed. When I hung up I asked my mom if I could have a couple sandwiches. She had already been making them and she put in an apple along with some cookies, too. Mom had taken me to my room for a diaper change. She had noticed how I was standing while on the phone. She can tell when I pee. She calls it my 'rain-dance'. Guess she has a third sense about these things. Just after she pinned me she said, "Better carry a couple extra with you just in case." She helped pack my shoulder bag with the lunch sack and diapers. I took my bike and rode out of the yard. Mom had me wear a red pair of shorts over my diaper. Part of the cloth diaper was sticking out the bottom of the legs and part of it up my back. However, my extra large white T-shirt did a good job covering most of it. Riding my bike I would look like I had on a very short white dress (the T- shirt) with a bit of diaper and red shorts barely showing below. Soon I arrived at the park. Jack was waving his arms to get my attention. I headed towards him. They frowned upon us kids riding bikes in the park but most of us did not pay any attention to rules. I just swung through the gate and coasted up where Jack was waiting near the old bandstand. "Hi Jack!" I called out. "Hi!" he shouted back. I laid my bike next to where his was leaning against the picnic table. "Wanta see something?" Jack asked. "Sure!" I wondered what he had to show. He pulled his T-Shirt up to show me he had a diaper on like mine. We sat at the table whispering about our diapers and how much fun it would be to know we have them on. Running around the park in only a diaper would had been more fun, but neither of us were too keen to try that just yet. "Look how my diaper bulges out the front and back!" Jack was patting the front. I could see it in his eyes that he liked the effect. I wondered what he was going to do. It was hard to talk about our diapers while keeping an eye out for someone coming by. We had become so engrossed by our diaper talk with all the giggling that went on. We were completely taken by surprise when a lady came up to our table. I am sure she couldn't help over hearing our conversations. This lady was not really old but she was older than just girls. She grinned at us as she slowly came closer. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice you boys. When I was a little girl I had brothers younger than myself so I had the duties of a Sister to care for them." She looked right at me and said I had remaindered her so much of one of her brothers. "How many brothers do you have?" I asked timidly. "Four!" She proudly told me. "Wow! I have no brothers or sisters," I said. "No! not even one?" She said apologetically. I shook my head then pointed to Jack, "He has two sisters." Jack just sat there not knowing what to say. The lady grinned then said to Jack, "I bet they are a big help to you, aren't they?" Jack started to laugh. "No they are pests, real pain in the...!" He never finished but got his point across. "Oh, I see, they must be much younger than you." She smiled. "Yes they are; one is 2 years old but the real pest is 8," Jack reported. "You poor boys!" she looked all around seeing no one near she again spoke, "Who changes your diapers?" I wondered if she was making fun of us or what? "You know, eh?" I pulled my legs together being aware my diapers was showing under the shorts. I became aware that she could not help but seen my diaper. The way I was sitting with my legs spread out so wide. "I have seen you boys around before. I thought you might be brothers, but you say you have none so you must be good friends!" She sat down I front of me. Leaning on the table she said, "Whew, I just got to get off my feet." "That's OK, you can sit with us," I invited. Jack gave me a scowl. "Do you boys live close by?" she pointed out around us. "No, he lives over there a few blocks and I live down there past town," Jack got into the conversation. I had been sitting on the table with my feet on the seat when she first came up but when she noticed my diaper I drew my legs up and wrapped my arms around my knees holding my legs together. But now since she knew about my diaper it made no difference how I would sit. She had made us feel more comfortable so I began to relax. Now I placed one leg on the seat, the other I spread out and let it dangle over the edge. I had a secret feeling that she was enjoying the view. My sitting arrangement must have pleased her because she kept looking up my legs and smiled a lot. Once she looked up and saw me watching her looking at me. She smiled and winked. "You sure do remind me of my little brother Jimmy when he was your age, what are you, about 9? He just loved to wear diapers. Well, so did the others for that matter. But Jimmy was special to me." "I am 10!" I said in a big-boy matter. "Jimmy was about 10 at that time. He would come into my room in the morning soaking wet and want me to change him." She seemed to be daydreaming as she told her story. "Bet you got tired of changing him, didn't you?" I questioned. My mom makes comments about having to change me all the time. I think she gets tired of it. "She looked up at me and placed a hand over my knee, "No, I really looked forward for Jimmy. He was my little alarm clock. After I would change him he would crawl into bed with me. His body was so smooth, just like yours!" She rubbed her hand against my knee then gave me a few pats. I was beginning to feel very comfortable with this lady. It was as if I had known her all my life. She seemed to understand boys a lot. She talked about her brothers some more. Jack and I had to laugh at some the things she told. She told us that her mother gave the job of diapering her brothers to her when she was 10 year old She told how she continued changing them up to the time they left home one by one. It was Jimmy that stayed on the longest. "Did they have to wear diapers all the time?" I quizzed. "Only Jimmy, the others were doing it because they liked too but Jimmy never seemed to be potty trained. When my oldest brother went on his first date he debated whether or not to wear a diaper. He decided not to wear one, But later he wished he had. You see, before he got home he had wet his pants and was greatly embarrassed. "Hee Hee Hee!" I laughed, "I did that before. Once I was sitting on my sitters lap when I peed my pants. She was mad at me for a while Hee Hee!" I told her. "Jack, did you ever wet your pants?" She asked him. "Never... I never wet my pants as long as I can remember," he proudly told her but he knew better. "Ever wet your diaper?" she pointed to his shorts. "No!" he answered rather nervously. "Remarkable! How long have you been wearing diapers, Jack?" she asked. "Long time!" He lied. Jack looked at me as if to say, "Don't say a word." I held my peace. I know this was not the first time he wore diapers but it was not very long ago he began using them.. "My brothers would pee their diapers just to get me to change them. Jimmy would force himself to pee some times, he liked the feeling of hot pee running under his butt," she told us. "Bobby, do you like to wet in your diaper?" "I have!" I spoke up. "I have peed my diaper a lot!" I said unashamedly. "Don't you think it is nice that you can have diapers to pee in? Some boys are not allowed to wear diapers so they have to put up with the messes," She pointed out. "You seem to know a lot about boys that wear diapers!" Jack broke in. "As I said, I been diapering boys since before I was 10 years old. With four small bothers I had a lot of practice. Then I had babysitting jobs, too" The lady smiled. Jack noticed her looking down at our shorts. He started to say something but the lady beat him to it. "I have noticed you boys around town before. I can see you are together a lot. Are you related?" She smiled. "No but we are good friends." we told her. "Oh I see... friends are nice." she said. Jack was getting a little tired of this lady keeping us from enjoying our afternoon. He was getting a little sassy with her. I think he was wondering about me, too. I liked her right off. Maybe it was because she seemed understand boys that wore diapers. "I know something about you boys. I know you might feel embarrassed about it but I want to know you have nothing to worry about.. I won't tell your secret to anyone." I did not mean to sound like a smart-alecky I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, it means I had a lot of diapers to change! I understand how boys feel about being teased, etc. I can tell you two boys just love your diapers and would never want to be parted from them, Am I right?" She caught both of us completely off guard. "I will tell you boys a secret... there are some girls that love to see older boys in their diapers. I use to take on added babysitting jobs just so I could diaper them. So you see, I am not so different then you boys. You love to wear them and I love to change them," she shared with us. "Why would you like to change boys, what's in it for you?" Jack asked. "Why Jack, I thought you would never ask!" She laughed. "Think about it. Wouldn't you like to change a girl's diaper?" "But older girls don't wear diapers, the ones I know anyway. In fact girls are so stuck-up they are no fun at all." Jack not only revealed his anger about girls but he told something about his joy of diapering boys. "Wouldn't you like to be able to have a girl lay on a changing mat and let you open their diaper? Wouldn't you like that?" She waited for him to answer. Jack began to smile as he thought about that. "Sure, I guess so," he snickered. Even I began to feel the effects of her suggestion. I had never seen a naked girl before and the idea of it intrigued me. "Well, why is that. Why would you want to change a girl's diaper? Would it be so you could clean up the mess of poop and stinky pee? Or could it be... You would get to see something... something else?" She moved closer towards Jack so to hear his answer. Before either of us could recover enough to say anything else she continued, "Could it be you would like to see what is under the diaper?" Both of us took a deep breath because we knew she was right. Jack had always wanted to check out a girl. He really never seen one except for pictures he'd seen at the library. I was aware girls were different and I thought of them as being softer then a boy, I don't think I ever really thought about deliberately taking a look see until she suggested it.. Then it hit us head on, why a girl wants to change boy's diapers. "OH!" we said simultaneously. "Just another reason girls are more advanced then boys when it comes to understanding secrets of life, etc. Most girls take advantage of the babysitting jobs; it is for us girls to learn about boys. Not many boys go out of their way to babysit girls, but a few will baby sit boys," She explained. "I don't think my mother would allow me to babysit a girl, ever. I don't know if she would let me stay with a little boy, either," I confessed. "Many parents are not willing to leave their child with a boy anyway, and it would be rare for one to allow a boy to sit with their girl baby. Girls play with dolls and boys with trucks. Boys wear diapers longer then girls and boys are harder to potty train then are girls. That is just the way things are." "I have to wear them, I pee too much." I said. "He was in an auto accident and hurt himself," Jack came to my rescue. "I am so sorry to hear that." She turned toward me flickering my hair as if combing it into place. "And what about you, Jack, why you in diapers?" Jack could not find the words to say anything but only made some lame excuses. She said she did not mean to meddle in our affairs but when she saw our diapers she just felt the need to talk with us about it. After a few meaningless chosen words just to get us boys to trust her she asked. "You boys look really nice in your little shorts, and all. Would you allow me to take a few pictures of you?" This request seemed out of place and sort of gave us a funny feeling. "Why you want our pictures of us?" Jack asked politely. "Well son, you see, I am a photographer, it is my hobby. I take pictures of things around me and then sometimes if I can get enough pictures together I make up album books. It is all a hobby for me. "What is a photo---- grafter?" I asked out of my ignorance. "Someone that take pictures... A camera nut!" Jack laughed at me. "Oh, now I get it!" I responded. "But why you want our picture?" Jack asked again. She looked down at my shorts and hesitated as if thinking about something. Then she looked up smiling, "I just like to collect pictures of things that interest me." "Your interested in us?" Jack smiled. He was not used to having anyone interested in him. He was taking more interest in this unusual lady. "I sure am... and of course your diapers." She almost whispered the words. "Let's see your camera!" Jack asked of her. She had been carrying what looked like a large purse but was a shoulder bag something like we had only she had a camera and things inside it. She took it out and let us look at it. "Must be very expensive!" I commented. "It is. Very expensive," She added. She raised it to her eye and snapped a picture. She had it aimed right at my smiling face. Then, without any more hesitation she snapped a few more taking in both Jack and myself. Jack was not sure of letting her take more pictures of himself and began to shy away when ever she raised the camera for another shot. "How would you boys like to make a couple of dollars each?" She reached into her handbag and pulled out four new looking bills. "Sure!" I started to reach for my two dollars. She pulled her hand back while still smiling, "Let me take some special pictures of you and these are yours!" She sat back waiting for our response. "Special picture? What is so special 'bout pictures?" I asked. The lady looked at me and said, "You may as well ask about diapers? What is so special about diapers? Jack and I looked at each other. "Why not!" Jack announced as we gave in. "OK! We'll let you.." I piped up. I had the thought that she may want us to strip down to just our diapers. I would not have minded so much but out in the open park, and so many people and other kids coming by, what would they think. I began to shy away till she told us what she really wanted us to do. "Great, you boys made my day. Now I want you to stand up over there by that large tree. Don't look over at me, In fact, I would just as soon you forget about me and just move about doing anything you want. Run around the tree chasing each other or some fun things.." She directed us. Then she added, "Just have fun!" We went to the tree but for some reason we could not make ourselves do anything but stand and stare at the camera. She took several pictures but then re-directed us, suggesting we do this and that. Soon Jack and I were finding ourselves have flipping and dancing before her busy camera. Every once in a while she would say, "That's it, that's it!" "You boys did just fine, now let me treat you. She lead us back to the table. She had called Jack over to her. "Jack, here is some money, go to the store over there and get us a big bottle of pop and something else, whatever you and Bobby would like." When Jack took off for the store I was about to follow, but she grabbed my arm and held me back. "Jack can get our refreshments, I want to talk with you!" We sat down at the table. At first she did not say much, just some questions that did not mean much. Then after looking all around she turned to me and asked, "Bobby, do you really like to wear diapers?" The question did not bother me at all. I like talking about diapers but I thought it strange she was so interested in my diapers all the time. "Yes... I really do...!" I ducked my head waiting her response. "Yes I think you do, you really do?" she smiled at me. I bet you really look cute in them, too." "I have to wear them," I said as an answer to her question. But I quickly added, "I have always liked diapers." She smiled at me and said, "I think they help a boy to be a boy, don't you?" she seemed to be a little nervous about taking with me like this. I had this feeling she sent Jack to the store so she could talk with me alone. It got him out of the way so she could interrogate me. As she carefully chose her words she soon learned I was not easily disturbed by her questions. She began to question me more directly. She asked the one question that I understood all too well. "Bobby, do you need to be changed? Are you wet or something? Just like my mother, she could tell I had just wet myself. I was a little embarrassed that she knew I was wet. But I was not at all ready for her next question. She went on to explain about her little brothers how much they loved being diapered, cuddled and rocked. "I would so much love to change you but I understand. Without brothers or sisters who does your changing?" She could sense my discomfort to her question so she backed off. I answered, "Momma! She is the one who changes me. Some times now I can do it myself but..." "But, it just feels better when mom does it!" She filled in what I was about to say. "I think you really do need your diaper changed, don't you, Bobby?" She reached out to me brushing hair out of my face. "Yes!" I repeated. "If you let me it would make me very happy to change you!" "You would?" I smiled at her. She looked disappointed when she looked to see if Jack was coming back. "Maybe another time, eh, Bobby?" Jack was just about to cross the street on his return trip. He was carrying a bag of goodies in one arm. We waved to him as he entered the Park. Jack unloaded the goodies on the table and we began to dig into the junk food. I have often thought of that lady. I wonder what it would had been like if she did change me. Part 6 -- The Time Jack Came to Live With Us Another adventurous time came when Jack's family made a trip to England. Jack got to come and stay at our house for a whole month. This happened quite suddenly when Mr. Jackson won some kind of contest. He got a whole month to tour England with several thousand dollars spending money. Jack, as usual got left out. His dad told him he had to stay to look after the house, mow the lawn and water the yard. But there was one problem. Jack could not stay alone, he must have a place where he could be looked after. That opened the door of opportunity. He could stay at our house or be set up in the YMCA. Jack chose to stay with us. I was around 11 « then, which would make Jack nearly 14 years old. By this time Jack had passed through his puberty and was adapting well towards an adult. He changed a lot. Not his personality but physically. He was strange as ever and had even fewer friends then he did only a couple of years ago. Jack was a loner, he spent much time to himself. In all of Jack's oddness, he was still my friend. By this time I had many friends my own age and belonged to things like the Boy Scouts, and had other activities that took be out of the home and into social groups. Some of my friends could not understand what I saw in Jack. Like one boy said, "Jack is a weirdo, he makes me shiver!" I could not seem to explain that Jack had an abnormal home life that made him seem that way but that getting to really know him he was really quite a nice guy. I imagine my association with Jack cost me some other friendships. At first my parents were not going to take the responsibility of keeping Jack but after being offered a sufficient amount of support money they agreed to let him stay with us. The big problem was we only had a two bedroom home which would mean Jack had to share my room. I did have a double bed which took up much of the room space so it was agreed Jack had to sleep with me. Mom warned me that I may feel cramped but once Jack was with us I would have to put up with him the whole month. I agreed to that too. What my parents did not know was the secrets Jack and I shared together. That first night took some rearranging before we both were comfortable. I never had to share with anyone before so I had to get used to sharing time and space. Mom came in that first night to diaper me with my night time diaper. Jack had already been settled down in bed. Mom had me lay beside him as she diapered me. It was not as if Jack never seen me before but it seemed strange to have my mother fixing my diaper while Jack kept watching. This experience gave me quite a hard on. After Mom had left the room and closed our door Jack asked me if I would wet the bed if I was without a diaper. I told him I would because I always had a wet diaper by morning. Jack seemed to think that was 'neat'. Like myself, Jack had never slept with any one before with the privacy we those nights. That first night was a long one because we kept kicking each other and rolling into each other. Once I woke up finding Jack almost completely on top of me. We passed the waking time with some whispering before falling off to sleep again. Next morning Mom came in to wake us up. She began to change my wet diaper while Jack watched. I could feel his interest in what was happening but he kept it to himself. By the third night Jack and mustered up enough courage to ask my mom if he could have a diaper, too. Mom made some kind of comment that she thought Jack was too old to be wearing a diaper. But because I had one and he did not, Mom gave in and handed him a couple cloth diapers and some safety pins. When Mom went out of the room and shut the door she muttered something about a big baby. I don't think she approved but she did let him have his wish. Jack had a hard time pinning the one side so he asked me to help him. He held the diaper tight and overlapped the material front to back I stuck the pin in and almost stuck him. But after a few tries I got it in and snapped shut. I though Jack looked good in a diaper. He began acting like a baby sucking his thumb and all. We played diapers before we dropped off to sleep. Some time in the night I woke up because the bed was shaking like every thing. In the dim light of the night I could just make out Jack playing with himself. He was making noises and talking low to himself. I laid still and watched him till he finished. I knew what he was doing and it made get a hard on. Masturbating through a diaper is not the same as when you're naked. Depending on how thick the diaper is you have to pound and rub hard against the cloth. It makes you feel like you want to take the diaper off and get a good grip but if you keep doing it through the diaper you will be rewarded with a much stronger orgasm. Any way, Jack was pounding hard and rubbing fast just before he reached his orgasm. He shook the bed and I was afraid my parents would hear him and come to see what we were doing. But Jack quickly calmed down and sighed with relief. Being alone I would usually do some kind of self-play before falling asleep but I had not done so these past couple of days. By now I was really wanting to do something about it. After watching Jack I was more the ready, I wanted to do something, I wanted him to do something with me. When Jack found out I had been awake he wanted to know how long I been watching him. Then he told me what brought on is arousal. "You fell asleep. I began to play over my diaper and it felt so good I could no longer help myself. I had to do it. At first I began to feel over your body making believe you were a little girl." Jack was very open with me. "I'm not a girl!" I said. I was a little disgusted with him for saying that. "I know!" He said, "I was just play liking you were." "How come?" I asked. "Cause it makes me want to do something!" He giggled. As we lay there whispering, he began to pet me. He kissed me a few times and told me how much he had wanted to play with me. I understood just what he was saying. His use of words and the action of his hands made me feel very good and I gave him no resistance. Jack took my hand and placed it over his diaper. I felt his hands rubbing over my diaper. Jack told me to keep very quiet and promised in a little while I would feel really good. I lay very still letting him do what ever he wanted. Within a few minuets I began to move my hips in the same rhythm as his hand pounded and pressed against my diaper. I wanted to take my diaper off but he said no. It was like being tortured. He told me if I lay still I would have a big surprise coming. After what seemed a long time I suddenly reached sort of a climax. That was the first I had that was that strong. I got this wonderful feeling of floating in space until the rush of climax would send me into a dizzy world of its own. If Jack stopped right then and there I would have been very happy but he continued to rub hard bringing me to another wave that sent me out of control. "Don't stop!" I cried. It was much more intense then I could stand. The feeling was so intense I finally had to push his hand away. This diaper play also worked for Jack. After I had pushed his hand away he began to pound against his diaper again filling the diaper with his puberty. The diaper play gave us both such a calm we fell asleep within moments. Next Morning when momma gave me a diaper change she handed Jack another cloth diaper, asking, "I suppose you will want this." Jack thanked her and with a little sign of shame he took and hid it under the covers. Mom pulled up a pair of diaper covers snapping the waist band against my belly. It felt good to get out of that heavy wet diaper. Now I had on my day time diaper which was about the same but lighter. When mom left the room Jack put his on and proudly showed himself to me. The days of the month rolled by quickly. We knew Jacks folks would be coming for him in only two more days. Jack told me he had more fun then he ever had. He did not want to have to go back to his life of 'slavery'. I think he would have stayed with us the rest of his teen years if he could. Most of our days were spent playing as kids do. We went over to his house and mowed the yard, watered then ran off to find what ever we could do that was fun. Jack suggested we take a hike up the small hill next to our house. When we got to a place where no one could see us Jack pulled off his cloths and ran around in only his diaper. I did the same, of course. It was much fun to be free of clothing letting the sun burn upon our naked flesh. The warm breeze whirled around our bodies. This must have been like it was in the olden days before clothes became so... needed. Yes, Jack was getting horny again. We found some grass to lie down on. Jack took me into his arms and began petting. He asked me to play like I was a girl. For some reason he wanted me to pretend with him. It was hard for me to pretend I was a girl because I never knew much about girls and had no interest in them. I could not understand why Jack would want a girl for anyway. The longer we lay there the more he would pet. The more he petted the more I became worked up. By the time we were ready to climb back down the hill, I experienced my second climax. Jack called it going 'over the hill.' He would push me beyond what I could comfortably stand, bring me into his world of climax. I was never the same after that. Even playing with myself I had to push myself beyond and go 'over the hill'. Again Jack had prepared me for the day I would start puberty. It seemed when ever Jack would get horny and began to act like that I would get hard and want to be played with. Jack wanted me to take off my clothes and walk around in only a diaper. I think he got more out of me in diapers then he did if I was naked. For the rest of his stay with me Jack wore diapers every day and night. I was greatly surprised that mom let him do it. I think she felt sorry for him. After all, diapers never harmed anyone and she knew boys liked to wear them from having me in diapers 24/7. It was a sad day when Jack had to return to his home. But we would have more adventures together before I reached puberty. Part 7 Bobby continues to tell of things he remembers while growing up with a boy older then himself. Jack was two years older then Bobby and had came into puberty early. Bobby had been developing at a much slower pace then his older friend. Bobby would not make this change till he was 14 «. This story continues. Bobby tells how diapers had helped his sexual development and how Jack had benefited from Bobby's companionship. "I was now 12 « years old, Jack just celebrated his 14th birthday a few days before." Bobby began. "Jack could easily had passed for 16. He was nearly 6 foot 2 and weighed in at a little over 185 pounds. If he never shaved each morning he could have sported a fair beard. His voice was deep and manly. If it were not for his awkwardness and his sometimes ill chosen words he could had gained respect with his peers. But his past stuck to him like glue. As long as Jack remained in this small town he could never escape the cruel treatment his peers gave him. Jack would have to go out into the world to make his life more meaningful." "That is what Jack did at 14 «.. He ran away from home. He told me about his plan before he ran. I thought he was joking but I should have known better. Jack was very mixed up as to who he was and what he was to be. He had to go and find out about himself." "Jack was missing for over two months before he was found living in a large city many miles from his home." "When Jack was brought back home by his father, Jack would not tell anyone what he was doing or where he stayed. Except for me. He could not wait to tell me all about his adventure." "He said he was on the streets for three days before someone befriended him. It was a man who lived in an empty building downtown. He took Jack in for about a week or two. Jack did not talk much about why he moved out of that man' apartment but he hinted that the man, who was in his 50s, had made Jack feel uncomfortable more then once. One night one of the man's friends came to spend the night and they both asked Jack to join them. They had him almost drunk on wine. And before he was aware what was going on, both men had him between them. At first Jack said it was fun but then as the wine began to wear off he realized they were only using him. He told me a couple boys as young as 12 came to stay the night with the man. When this happened Jack was asked to stay away from the apartment. Jack felt he was only one more boy for this man's pleasure. The second time this happened, Jack quietly took his things and left never to go back. Wondering the back streets he was picked up by a kindly older woman that treated him to lunch then took him to the another side of town. She lived in a fine class of a home. He had the impression she was very well to do. At first, as it was with the man, he found himself a place to stay. On the very next afternoon he was called into the house for a glass of lemonade. He had been doing some yardwork for the woman. He told me that there was two other 'ladies' in the house where the woman had taken him. He was introduced her handyman that lived in the gardeners house out back. Which was true. She had offered him a salary and a placed to live. Jack said he had it made. She allowed him evening meal with her in the big house. Normally he would eat breakfast and lunch in his own little house out back. For the first time in Jack's life he had the feeling of freedom to be himself. He was making money that was more then adequate for his needs. The evening meal gave him some one to talk with and the food was plentiful. Now he was in the company of two young girls only slightly older then he was. They soon were making over him which pleased him as much as it surprised him. The woman was also pleased and seemed to encourage the girls to make Jack feel 'comfortable'. Jack said he did not mind that the girls were making such a fuss over him, but then they got overly friendly he was becoming embarrassed. Jack had a diaper on under his work clothes. He managed to keep this a secret from the man he first lived with, even if he about got caught the time they got him drinking too much wine. He had not wore them that day. But because of his freedom he wore them each day under his work overalls. He lived the feeling of having on a diaper and the convenience they provided. But with the two girls beginning to run their hands through his hair and getting mighty close to the diapers. Jack felt most embarrassed even though some of his sexual fantasies were coming alive through these two girls. Jack had always dreamed of having girl petting with him. Now he had two doing it the same time. And they were smelling so nice. Jack's head whirled when one of the girls hand went under the overalls. He came back to reality only after realizing she had just discovered his diaper. Jack told me that things happened so fast after that that he cold not remember all the details only that the next thing he knew he was striped of his overalls and left sitting in front to the girls and the woman in only his shirt and diaper. The girls were very kind not to make fun of him but used the opportunity for more conversation. If the older woman was surprised or not he could not tell. But Jack was burning with blush of embarrassment. To add to his feeling so uncomfortable the woman excused herself from the room leaving him alone with these two 'horny' girls whom were determined to seduce Jack into some sex play. The fact that he had on diapers made the play even more interesting. In course of time, Jack was taken to a room where the girls finished undressing themselves and Jack. He had found his first heterosexual experience to be most enjoyable. He learned from the girls that he was living in a house of ill refute. The kindly woman that had taken him in, giving him a job and clean place to live, was the Madam of the house. Jack was excited after he realized what was happening. In time he was asked to help out with some other females. The diapers had played a great part in his adventure. The girls drew straws to see who would diaper him, preparing him for the 'games' he was involved in. But as it is in real life, all good things must end in course of time. It was here his Dad caught up to him. No one seems to know how his dad caught up to him. But he was brought back to his home. Soon Jack was once again into the ritual of his former living. Down in his basement room Jack told me some of the things he saw and did.. Once again Jack became a diaper boy and played diaper games with me. But something was much different about him. Instead of pretending he had had sex before Jack no longer would pretend, he was no longer a virgin from that time on he knew what to do. Jack told me, in the private of the basement bed room that he preferred younger boys, like me, over the older ones. He told me having sex with the girls was okay but he enjoyed our diaper play even more. He would want me to play like I was one of the girls and let him do what he wanted with me. He showed me how to have oral play with him. He wanted me to try it while he messed around. He told me to close my eyes and pretend I was a girl playing with him. He taught me other things but I did not care that much for doing such things. I did like it when he would have diaper play. When he would lay close to me and pet but for some of the other things I would do them for him but never really wanted to. I did not have the effect he had. I just could not pretend, I knew it was Jack. I had always enjoyed his messing anyway. But now since Jack seen the big city, his play was not the same. I was losing interest and even refused to let him do me a few times. Even though he wore diapers at times, it was not the same and I soon began to pull away. I think Jack felt the same way because I saw him once with an older woman. They seemed to be happy. I have no idea if he was doing anything with diapers or not but Jack did seem more interested in girls then ever before Even his Dad seemed to give Jack more respect. I know this, by the time Jack was 16 he joined the Military. He had lie about his age some how. He looked much older then some of the 17 year olds that went with him. The last time I saw Jack was to wave by as his train pulled out from the station. I heard he made good in the Service, Jack never came home again, I did get a card from him once or twice. He would just tell some of the things he was doing then ended with, 'I miss the diapers, kid. Sometimes wish we could go back in time!" I know just how he must feel. But by now Jack is either retiring from the Service or else he is living in some town some where. What I have told you happened long ago, but I still can get some excitement out of just thinking about our diaper play. Oh yes, I still wear diapers. I will the rest of my life, no doubt. I have three children, all boys. I have encouraged my boys to stay in diapers for as long as they want to. One boy who is now 10 years old. We named him Jack, well, our Jack says he will stay in diapers as long as Daddy does. I am sure he has fun with some of his friends. I know for a fact that three of this close buddies are into diapers and have had sleep over many times with my boys. They are quiet about it but I know what they are doing in the dark of the night. My youngest boy just turned 8. He has a diaper game he loves to play with his little friend. Even thought this other boy never wears diapers does so at our house. He comes to spend night or weekend my son makes sure he gets a diaper on. Their game? Yes, it is a simple diaper game between two boys. First you put on a nice thick heavy night diaper. Making sure it fits well. Then the boys go outside and play in the back yard. The rule is no going to the toilet. The diaper is used instead. The winner is the boy that can leave his diaper on the longest. Some times it is a tie. Some times my boy wins They seem to love this game. Well that is all about Jack I can tell you about. I guess if you like to wear diapers do so. If not then leave them alone but never make fun of the boy that does. Remember he who wears diapers has more time to play. You figure it out! J THE END