MY FRIEND THE "DI-A-PER BOY" I had been a diaper boy for just over two years when I first met him. This was my first job and I had just turned 16 less than a month ago. It was at McDonald's, which was basically all that there was to choose from as a kid where I grew up. I was a tall, skinny, dishwater blonde boy. I had green eyes and long hair. This was 1980 and I guess you could say I had the Leif Garrett look going on. At that time I had no idea that my look was very similar. Of course many boys at that time looked like that to impress the girls. I just wanted to look like a normal kid. I was very shy at this age as well. As a young kid I was into everything. I played every sport and was actually quite good at them. When I first re- discovered wearing diapers shortly before turning 14, I was in heaven but, it was all I could do to fit them. I tried to remain small enough for diapers and this meant no more weight could be added. Boys grow a lot at this age and the next thing I knew I was too small and fragile for the sports that I loved. At school, I just kind of existed. I talked to people and got along with everyone, but I was really shy and didn't get too close to anyone. At home I was an only child and I spent my evenings listening to whatever sports were on the radio. I guess you could say I was lacking in self-confidence at this point in my life. The first two months at McD's were not so good. I seemed so much slower than everyone else. When I tried to go fast, I would be really clumsy and drop stuff. I worked back on the grill and a few of the guys laughed at my awkwardness. I really thought about quitting. From time to time I would work with a guy named Jim. He was 17. Jim had medium brown hair which was short at that time. His eyes were brown and he was barely over 5 ft tall and was average in weight for his height. Jim was very fast and extremely coordinated. He seemed enthusiastic and passionate about everything. You could even say he had a motor mouth. His constant talking got on the managers' nerves. His speech was very entertaining to listen to because he was from Iowa. I was more accustomed to the way we spoke in the Appalachians, which didn't even compare. I just loved the way he said "dog" as opposed to our standard "dawg." Jim was fun to work with because he was so entertaining, plus he didn't seem to pressure me like most the other guys. I think he liked me from the start. I guess we were almost complete opposites in most categories as you can see. I really don't know how the subject of basketball came up but the next thing I knew he was challenging me to a game of one-on-one. Another boy from school told him about my shooting abilities and I guess Jim didn't take it seriously and just had to see for himself. To me I didn't take his height seriously. I don't remember what the bet was but he sure was surprised when I beat him. We played two more games with the same result. The clumsy awkward kid that he knew from work was a different kid with a ball in his hands. From that point on we played a lot of basketball together and enjoyed watching other sports as well. In baseball he was a Chicago Cubs fan and the blue plastic batting helmet of that team really looked good on him and made him appear closer to 12 than 17. As we got more comfortable with each other over the next few months we got to learn a lot about each other. Jim was amazed at my bathroom habits. He took notice that I never went to the bathroom at work and even commented that I wasn't human because of this. Growing up I had trained myself to go long periods because I just did not like public restrooms at all. This was another area that Jim differed from me. He probably used the bathroom more than anyone I ever met. He said that every time he ate he had to go almost immediately. After he disclosed that and I paid attention it was indeed true. He had a scar that ran the entire front of his body. It went from between his breastbone down to his belly button. Since most of our games were played bareback, I asked him about it one day and he told me his story. Jim had crashed on a dirt bike at age 12 before his family moved here. The handle bars punctured into his stomach and he was in the operating room for several hours as they attempted to save his life. I never really asked anything further at that point as my question was explained quite well. This would also explain why he grew to almost 6 feet tall during that year. He was always eating and a girl asked him one day if he was wormy. Since he was always full of high energy this fit him well and the nickname "Worm" was his fate. During this time I continued loving diapers at home in private. I especially loved wetting them and then masturbating in the wetness. I tried my best to keep it hidden. I was very ashamed of what I liked and knew something was wrong with me sexually. At work all the guys would start talking when a pretty girl walked in but to me it didn't excite me at all. Many times I pretended it did and even initiated some talk just so others would think I was your average horny teen male that I was expected to be. Jim was no different as he acted much the same. While I pretended to be this I found myself developing a crush on my slightly older friend. I knew I loved diapers and figured that would end as soon as a feeling for girls kicked in, but here I was falling in love with a boy. This was really confusing to me. While I found him very cute, I had no desire to have sex with him as I understood sex between males to be like. So we continued being best friends and at home I had sex in my diapers as always. I had heard him mention the word "diaper" on several occasions. In fact any opportunity he seemed to enjoy saying it. Each time I heard that word I would get very excited. There was also something in the way he pronounced it too. While I always heard it with two syllables, he called them "di-a-pers" which sounded ten times sexier, especially coming from the lips of another boy. Each time I heard him say that word I wanted to ask him if he had a thing for diapers, but I was afraid that he might not and think me to be weird. Then one night it happened unexpectedly. We were sitting in his green Datsun awaiting another boy to go with us to a high school basketball game in front of a grocery store. Out walked a guy probably in his 30's with the biggest box of Pampers the store had to offer. My penis hardened at the sight and before I knew it Jim said, "Dang you think that guy's got enough "DI-A-PERS!" I laughed and was without comment. I think Jim took notice of my red sweatpants and could tell that aroused me. Then Jim asked, "So Mitch did you ever wish you could wear "di-a-pers" as a kid?" I didn't know what to say. Was Jim about to confess his feelings to me or was he thinking that I was a weirdo? My heart raced with excitement and I wanted to provide the right answer. I think I said, "I don't know, maybe?" But all my hormones jumping throughout my young teen body left my brain a little bewildered. That was when Jim made his confession. He had to wear diapers for several months after his accident. I think I must have said something like that must have been awful. My peener that was taut against my pants suggested otherwise though. To my surprise Jim revealed that was actually the best thing that happened to him out of that wreck. "Really?" I must have asked. Jim confided that he was really embarrassed about it at first, but the feeling was just awesome. He suggested that I might want to try it sometime. Little did he know that I was a diaper boy big- time and already knew that. At least that is what went through my mind at the time. I even got brave enough to hint about how I liked that feeling as a young child. Jim told of a similar story. The next day I went over to his house with only toddler-size plastic pants on under my sweatpants. Jim had gotten in the habit of trying to pull my pants down so he could steal the ball like the Harlem Globetrotters do as a stunt. We had seen each other in just our underpants before. Up until that time I wore the classic white briefs that most boys my age wore. I had seen him in little red bikinis, which I liked very much but was too embarrassed to purchase myself. Jim laughed and grabbed my butt to feel them. "Those plastic panties look HOT on you, but don't they sweat you too much?" as I pulled them up quickly hoping no one but him noticed. Soon after Jim would invite me over when we had the place to ourselves. We loved taking turns diapering each other and using them like naughty little boys. He had a five year old brother and he knew where his mom had stored his kid brother's cloth diapers. Jim ordered us both plastic pants to fit kids our size and they looked and felt great. We never did anything else except kiss each others lips. I couldn't believe that the only two diaper boys in the whole world lived only minutes apart. Sometime later Jim fell in love with a girlfriend and our close friendship faded away. Then sometime later he moved and I have not seen him since. I have since got married as well. I guess you never forget your first love. Even if it is with a "DI-A-PER BOY."