Postal Order

Summary: 20 years old and living on his own, Jack Carter has no idea 
how much a parcel from the Post man will change his life.

My name is Jack Carter, and this is my story.

3 Months Ago

"Don't leave the parcel there!" I yelled at the postman. He looked at 
me, questioning why it was that I shouted at him. I stopped running up 
the stairs for a moment and looked at him. His eyes caught my gaze, 
crystal blue eyes. I stopped staring and nodded towards the street out 
side.

The dry road wound out into the dusty hills, flanked by children, 
rusting cars and ramshackle houses. Most people refer to this place as 
Bleak Hill, a place for people who have lost their way in life, for 
people who have given up trying to be successful. Entire families live 
here, some people not even knowing what the real world is like and what 
wonders they could explore.

"In here is my home" I declared, "not the concrete pavement". The 
Postman nodded and moved the parcel into the house, carefully placing 
the package on the polished sideboard that ran along the back wall.

I turned and stepped down the stairs to sign the docket, the shirt 
swung over my shoulder rubbed against the front of my smooth muscled 
abs. The hot weather preventing me from wearing it, instead I fan 
myself with its light cotton material. I noticed the young postman 
staring. His eyes captivated mine again, they were so clear, his face 
rounded and smooth, and he was by far the best looking postal worker 
I'd ever seen. His features and smile reminded me of the star of a TV 
show played by Wentworth Miller. For a moment I thought he was looking 
at my stomach then I realised he was looking lower. He noticed me 
looking at his eyes and stepped back.

"You're not my usual postal worker?" I asked quickly.

The postal man stopped and glanced into my eyes, as if wondering how 
I'd even noticed he was a different person to the usual man.

"Yes, sorry sir, Mickey has been signed off� following a fall". The 
postal man stated with a little hesitation as he looked at my body 
again. He stepped forward while moving his gaze up to my face, "you 
don't look like the usual type of person that you'd find living in this 
area?" The man asked with a slightly hushed voice.

For a moment I wondered what he meant, had he guessed I was gay, was it 
the clean floor that gave it away, or was it my toned body? I frowned 
at him and asked what he meant.

"Sorry sir" he quickly corrected, "I just meant, your so young, 
normally a person in this area doesn't get his own place until his 
parents move on, if you know what I mean?" said the postal worker.

"Well I guess I'm just a bit special," I said as I looked him in the 
eye and smiled.

The postal worker looked me in the eye and smiled back, "that you are" 
he said as he tapped the small box and grinned again. He turned to 
leave the small room as I picked up and began to open the small parcel. 
As he walked out I found that I couldn't stop myself from looking after 
him, I mean he was cute, with a really cute ass, I thought to myself 
'Wentworth Miller eat your heart out!'

I found myself staring and just couldn't stop myself. Without thinking 
I removed the contents of the parcel, my gaze still on him my hands 
felt that they were holding something unexpected. For a moment I 
glanced down, wondering what this thing was. I took my gaze off this 
new man and in my hand I saw a big pacifier. It was like the one a baby 
would have but only bigger.

I stared at it for a moment, wondering who or why someone would send me 
such a thing. Then I realised the postal worker was walking away. I ran 
to the door to call him back, a part of me thinking that he would be 
able to tell me who sent it, but as I looked out along the street I saw 
he was gone.

I walked back in to my house and closed the front door behind me. 
Inspecting the parcel further I found a note hidden behind the mailing 
address. Carefully I removed it, opening it up to see what it said.

"Good things come in three's, just trust your feelings and you will be 
free"

What did this mean, I asked myself. In one hand I had a big pacifier, 
and in the other I had a cryptic note with no sender details or even a 
name. My mind raced, and then from nowhere I found myself thinking 
about the postal worker. I walked to the sideboard and placed the 
pacifier and letter down and walked to the trash can to dispose of the 
wrapping. All I could think about was the postal worker, what was it 
about him that had captivated me so much. It was like magic, something 
about the way he looked just had me hooked! His cute short cropped 
dirty blonde hair and dazzling blue crystal eyes, and that arse it just 
looked so good, so fine and perfect. I stopped for a minute and pulled 
myself back into reality, I mean what am I doing lusting after an 18 
year old postal worker? Then I thought about it again and realised who 
wouldn't! I mean, I'm only 20 but even still, he was so cute he made me 
feel old. Perhaps that was the irony of the whole scene, a young kid 
doing a responsible job while I the responsible adult with a house ends 
up stood alone in his living room with a pacifier in my hand. But you 
know what's even scarier? I think I like the feeling!

The next week went by and was pretty average by any account. The rota 
at the saw mill meant that I was on early shifts for 6 days. By the 
last day on early shift, I couldn't wait for a lie in. Getting up at 
5am was not my idea of a good work/life balance.

For 6 days no more parcels had come, in fact I'd only had one letter 
and that was from my bank.

In my kitchen I stood cutting some fruit for breakfast while I watched 
the sun rise over the valley that rolled out into the distance. A 
certain peace always hovered over morning. Only the birds and the Bee's 
hummed around, even the local children were still in bed or at least 
still in their houses watching morning cartoons. My peace was shattered 
by the doorbell ringing. I trundled over to the door and through the 
glass I could see the cap of a postal worker. I opened the door 
excitedly and found that my new lovely postie was stood there, smiling 
as usual with just one letter in his hand. He reached out and passed me 
the letter.

"I'm sure you could have got this through the letter box" I stated in a 
matter of fact way. He blushed a little and smiled back,

"Sorry sir, it's a special delivery letter, I need you sign for it".

Sure enough the stamp on the letter said special delivery. I signed the 
docket on the palm top pc and passed the device back to him.

"Thanks buddy" I said as I stepped backwards into the house.

"No problem" he said while he just stood there, not moving or anything. 
He just stood there and smiled at me. For a moment I wondered what he 
wanted now.

"Do I have to give the postie a tip now too?" I joked.

He grinned and broke his stare "maybe" he said. He turned and began to 
walk away but for a moment looked back over his shoulder and remarked 
"I certainly wouldn't say no". And then he walked away back out on to 
the street.

God I thought, my heart was just racing, going wild with hormones and 
endorphins. This is just crazy I thought to my self. Part of me was 
angry that this guy thought he could come to my house and play games 
with my mind, but another more rational part of my mind argued that 
maybe it was just me. After all, this guy isn't just coming to my house 
for the sake of it, he's my post man and he's just doing his job.

My thoughts calmed down and my pulse slowed. As much as it was just his 
job, he was damn hot and looked really good doing it. I decided not to 
think about it anymore, instead I turned my attention to the letter in 
my hand that was so important that it needed a delivering in special 
class rather than standard first class.

I tore at the seam and ripped the top of the letter open, reaching 
inside and pulling out the little paper booklet and the letter that 
accompanied it.

The letter read:

Dear Sir.

Thank you for your response to our recent survey on stress in the 
workplace.

While we understand that employers in the 21st century are taking every 
reasonable step to ensure that they a helping to relieve work related 
stress, we at Aby Co believe that people also need to make adjustments 
at home to help their home life compliment their relaxation regime.

With this is mind we are delighted to offer you an introductory 
discount booklet for all of our leading products. Including coupons 
that give you access to a number of free products.

Please feel free to contact any of our stores for further advise.

Yours faithfully

Director Public Relations

ABY Co.

I stopped for a minute as I considered who this was from. I've never 
completed a survey I thought. This was all very strange. I opened the 
book of coupons and flicked through the pages. I couldn't believe it as 
I looked at what was there. I was 25 coupons all saying "Free coupon: 
One pack free with this coupon".

'One pack of what?' I wondered as I looked at it.

I turned around to put the letter down on the sideboard when I noticed 
another odd article. Resting there on the sideboard was the big 
pacifier from the last parcel the postie had dropped off. Part of me 
was wondering if someone was having a joke. I placed the book of 
coupons and the letter down on the side and told myself that I would 
speak to the postie next time he comes to see if he can help me find 
out who's sending this junk mail.

For the next week or so nothing happened. I regularly slept in until 
mid morning, missing the postie completely. Not that anything 
interesting had been delivered. Only the occasional government letter 
or junk mail had arrived. Until just under 3 weeks after my first 
parcel had been delivered, my third parcel was delivered. And, my god, 
did I have no idea what today would have in store for me when I woke 
up!

Chapter 2

Today is Tuesday and I lay there in bed, enjoying the sun warming the 
room.

A tapping at the front door awoke me from my slumber. Stretching out I 
cursed at having to get up. The warmth of the sheets is so quickly lost 
when you have to abandon them for even a moment. I quickly ran down the 
stairs in just my A&F shorts, slid across the polished wooden floor and 
swung the front door open as I stopped. Outside was the postal worker 
again. The very same Wentworth Miller look alike postal worker! I 
stopped, surprised that I was again having another parcel delivered!

"Hey Mr. Carter" the young man said with a smile as he stood there on 
the doorstep. "I got another package for ya", he announced as he 
extended his palm top computer to me for me to sign the docket.

Down on the floor was a large package, the size of a big shoebox. I 
stared at it for a minute and didn't know what to make of it. "I didn't 
order anything" I quizzed.

"It's got your name on the box sir," he politely stated.

I looked again, closer and more carefully. It did indeed have my name 
on it. I took the palm top from him and scribbled my name. "Thank you" 
I said as I passed it back to him.

He stopped for a minute and then asked "would you like me to bring it 
in for you?" He smiled again, a smile that just warmed me, disarmed me, 
made me just want to hug him and hold him. I couldn't help but think 
for a moment how strange it was that this guy should be a postal 
worker. He seemed like he could have done so much better in life. Not 
that I don't appreciate the excellent and important job that postal 
workers carry out every day across the world, but this guy just had 
something about him.

"Yes," I answered.

He bent down and carefully picked up the box. I couldn't help but look 
at him as he did it. His cute ass, perfect and rounded sticking out, 
his shirt riding up an inch or too revealing his smooth back and a 
little bit of white plastic like material that was poking out from his 
pants. I didn't think anything of it though. It was just a cute ass! He 
brought the package in and placed it down again on the wooden floor.

"Would you like a drink?" I blurted out without even realising. For a 
moment I kicked myself subconsciously as my mind raced to find 
something to say to explain why I'd made such a random offer. Before I 
could say anything he gave me an answer.

"Yes that would be great" his grin even bigger than before.

Yes? Yes? I asked myself. Had he really just said yes?!! I must still 
be dreaming I thought. I was lost for words. I was shocked that I'd 
asked such a question and amazed that he'd given such an unexpected 
response. I stood there for a moment, motionless, I didn't even see him 
move as he came close and gently kissed me on the lips while stuffing a 
note into the open hand.

He stepped back and smiled again, his eyes entrancing me. "Wear your 
new outfit" he said as he turned around and walked out the door.

I stood on the same spot as I watched him walk out of the door and 
disappear around the corner.

For a moment I actually thought my heart had stopped.

On the polished wooden floor stood the new parcel, my thoughts returned 
to it. And then my hand reminded me that it was holding some scrunched 
up paper.

I un-ravelled the creases and read the note.

"141, Holbourne Avenue, 7pm tomorrow night, wear your new outfit!"

Wow, I commented to myself, I've got a date. But what did he mean by 
"wear my new outfit"?

I put the crumpled note down on the sideboard next to the collection of 
other items that had been recently delivered by the postie. I looked at 
them for a moment and wondered if I'd ever find out who was posting all 
these things to me. Looking at the parcel on the floor part of me 
decided that it was really quite unlikely.

I picked the package up and took it into the kitchen, placing it on the 
wooden counter and stepping back to give it another thought before I 
opened it.

'It's bigger that all the rest' I pondered. 'Suppose I'll never know 
what's in it until I open it though' I told myself. Picking up a knife 
I carefully cut open the tape holding the lid of the box down. Folding 
back the cardboard I found another piece of cardboard covering the 
entire top of the package. I almost felt like a kid on Christmas 
morning again, opening a surprise parcel with an excited grin. I mean 
it could have been anything, but that didn't matter, the fact was that 
it was something and I wanted to know what.

As I took the last bit of card out that stood between me and the goods 
inside I could finally see what was in there.

At one side there was a large package, written on it were the words 
"Abri-Form X-Plus" next to it was what appeared to be a blanket and 
another smaller box.

I removed the package first, it was quite firm, as I removed it I could 
finally see what it was. I stopped for a minute and just held it there 
'Diapers?' I thought to myself. 'Why would anyone send me diapers? 
These look big enough to fit me?'

I put the package down on the counter and didn't know what to make of 
it for a minute, then I remembered that I'd been sent a pacifier 3 
weeks ago, now big diapers and who knows what else. One thing for sure 
was that I had no idea of why I was being sent these things but I sure 
wanted to find out.

I reached into the parcel again and took out the other smaller box. On 
the side of it was the word 'Avent', and through the small plastic 
window on the side of the box I could see what looked like a baby 
bottle. I put this down on the counter with the diapers and proceeded 
to take the last blanket light item out.

I held it up and let it open before me. It was made of soft fleece and 
was big enough to cover me, with a zipper down the front and at the 
bottom it even had feet sewn on. I realised that this was a big footed 
sleeper, the kind babies have but bigger.

I put this down on the counter again and wondered what on earth was 
going on. I grabbed the box off the counter and was about to rip it up 
when I noticed one last thing in the bottom � a note.

"Hi again sexy. Don't forget to wear your new out fit. Once you put it 
on you'll never go back"

What the?? I stepped back from the box and the note. 'What they hells 
going on here' I thought to myself. I decided that tomorrow morning I'd 
be awake in time for the postie. I wanted to know who was sending me 
these things and I wanted to know why the postie had said almost the 
exact same thing to me when he was hear as was in the bottom of the 
parcel he was delivering. This couldn't be coincidence.

The next morning came by quickly; I hadn't slept much over the night. I 
kept wondering who it was that was sending me these things. Part of me 
was also feeling strange about what to do with these items as well. I 
didn't want to throw them out, in fact part of me wanted to keep them, 
but then again, to be found with these things would just be wrong.

I waited in the family room from 7am; the postman would have to be here 
sooner or later. From my front window I could see a fair way up the 
street and in the sandy distance I could see him. As he got closer I 
wondered if my eyes were deceiving me, this man looked older. As he got 
closer still I finally recognised him as Mickey! He must have got 
better after his fall a few weeks ago.

I quickly grabbed a drink as I knew he would be another 5 minutes 
before he got to my house. As I stood watching him move closer I 
swigged down my drink, watching as he walked towards my footpath 
stopping for a moment as he looked in his post bag, and then proceeded 
to walk on by.

I stopped for a moment, not knowing what to do, my instincts took 
control and I put the glass down and ran to the front door, flinging it 
open and shouting 'Mickey!' across the dried grass lawn.

"Jack!" the old man shouted back as he turned around and headed down 
the path, "I've not seen you for quite a while" he said with a smile.

"I know," I panted.

"What can I help you with son?" he asked calmly.

I stopped for a minute and wondered what to say, could I really be 
honest and ask who it was that had been sending me baby clothes and 
diapers? No, I decided, that wouldn't work too well.

"I was just wondering if you had any post for me." I asked gingerly.

"Well Jack, I haven't, I've not had anything for you for a while" he 
remarked.

"Oh, it's just I've been getting some parcels from the guy who was 
covering your shift but nothing else' I explained.

For a moment the Mickey looked surprised. "Really?" he said with a 
frown "what do you mean by 'covering my shift'" he asked.

"while you've been off following your fall" I explained.

"I haven't had a fall son, I've not even had a day off for a month and 
a half now" he went on to explain. "To be honest I was wondering if you 
were still living here, you've only had one letter and that looked like 
a bank letter". He stopped for a minute and looked me in the eye. My 
mind was racing, a million questions had come to play and I didn't even 
know where to start looking for answers. Who was that guy who I thought 
had been the postie, who had I kissed just yesterday. Why the hell was 
I even getting these parcels?!!

I stopped thinking and looked Mickey sharp in the eyes, "you're not 
winding me up are you? Is this some kind of joke or something?"

"No joke Jack" he reassured, pulling out his time sheet and showing it 
to me. Sure enough he'd been on shift every day for the last 42 days. I 
nodded at him and said thanks, bidding him farewell and closing the 
door. Straight ahead of me through the door in to the kitchen lay the 
parcel with all the items unpacked around it. I slowly walked towards 
them stopping to pick up the coupons, note and pacifier from the side 
board, where I'd left them following other deliveries from this mystery 
man.

I looked at the crumpled note again "141, Holbourne Avenue, 7pm 
tomorrow night, wear your new outfit!"

I read it again and again. Maybe this was where the answers lie?

Most of that morning and afternoon were spent pacing around the 
hallways of my house. I didn't know whether I should do anything at 
all, or should I just stay in and pretend that nothing had happened. 
Bin everything and just relax. I couldn't do it though, as much as part 
of me was scared by what was happening here, another part of me found 
it totally enthralling, even exciting and horny to some degree. "141 
Holbourne Avenue", it doesn't sound like a bad place I told myself. 
Remembering what the first note said when I found it � 'good things 
come in three's, just trust your feelings and you will be free' � I 
made up my mind. I would go tonight, to this mystery house and find out 
what it is that's going on here.

Six pm arrived and I stood in the kitchen looking at the items. I 
grabbed the diapers, and footed sleeper and ran up the stairs, throwing 
them on my bed and then running to the bathroom to get some baby powder 
that I'd got because I like the smell.

I rushed back into my bedroom, threw off my t-shirt, socks and shorts 
and stood there in just my A&F pants. I looked at the package on my bed 
and realised that I'd made a decision to wear diapers again tonight for 
the first time in my life. Part of me rationalised it by saying that 
it's not the first time that I'd worn diapers, but it was the first 
time that I'd chosen to wear diapers. I ran my hand up my abs and chest 
trying to rub away the cold feeling that had come over them from 
standing semi naked in my room. Lowering my hand again I could feel my 
hard on swelling under the tight cotton of the A&F pants. I couldn't 
help but gently rub it for a moment. Carefully I slowed down the 
strokes and began to remove my pants, pulling them off over my tight, 
smooth, baby soft ass cheeks. Sliding them down my strong, golden brown 
legs and then tossing them into the corner of the room.

I stood completely naked in my room, grabbing hold of the packet of 
diapers I ripped open the top, grabbed a diaper and unfolded it out 
onto the bed. Carefully I sat down onto it, leaning back and lifting my 
knees to get the front around. My mind raced as I did this, my hard on 
was groaning for attention, I mustn't touch it though I demanded of 
myself. I pulled the front of the diaper down tight and felt the soft 
material caress the side of my cock and gently envelop it in the warm 
material. My hard on pounded into the diaper as I began taping the 
thick blue and white tapes. My mind was looking into the abyss of 
ecstasy and driving my cock to be harder than it had ever been before.

A week ago, I wouldn't have ever imagined that I'd be putting myself 
into a diaper and footed sleeper today, not to mention then going to 
some random house to meet someone who may have already deceived me once 
as it is.

As I rubbed the last tape down to make it stay I ran my hand over the 
front of the diaper. The soft smooth plastic fabric felt so gentle as 
my hand glided over it and in the process stimulated my cock into an 
even more unfathomable frenzy. I grabbed the footed sleeper and stood 
up. Carefully I put my left foot into the sleeper and then my right 
foot. Zipping up the front I felt the instant cosy warmth envelop me. 
It was done. I was a baby again, my mind told me. My cock agreed and 
swelled and throbbed inside my diaper. My hands wanted to help it but 
the layers of fleece and diaper stopped them and held them back. 'So 
this is what it feels like to be a baby' I said to myself. 'its not 
that bad I concluded'.

I walked down the stairs and into my living room with just my pacifier 
in hand and my car keys in the other hand. It was six thirty which 
meant time to go.

I was lucky with this house, it was one of only a few on the block with 
a garage built on to it. It meant I didn't have to walk out to the car, 
just go through my kitchen, into the garage, press the button to open 
the gate and off I went in my 4x4 pickup truck.

I approached the turning into Holbourne Avenue and looked at some of 
the houses. They were something special indeed. Massive garden walls 
surrounded spacious lawns and palatial homes. I wondered weather I was 
doing the right thing. Was this just one big wind up? My throbbing hard 
on didn't want it to be. The numbers slowly went up until I found it, 
number 141. I stopped outside the drive way and took in the view. It 
didn't seem any different to any of the other houses on the street. It 
had large black iron gates that were left open, up the long drive I 
could see two cars, one looked like a Mercedes, the other I couldn't 
make out. They certainly didn't look like the kind of cars a postie 
would have. Part of me wondered whether I would even see him again. I 
surely wanted to though, anyone who looks like Wentworth Miller was 
worth a shot in my book.

I decided I'd done enough waiting and turned my car into their drive 
way. At worst I would show them the note and tell them I'd been invited 
to a fancy dress party and must have written down the wrong house 
number. I pulled up behind the Mercedes and got out of my truck. I 
stopped for a minute to take in the size of the house. I had 4 large 
window on each side of the main door and was two stories high plus 
there were windows in the attic. This was it though I thought to 
myself. Time to shut up and put up.

I walked over to the door and knocked the knocker. The glow of warm 
lighting radiated through the glass panels on each side of the large 
wooden door. Through the haze I could see a shadow getting closer. I 
took a deep breath and took one more look at myself in the baby blue 
sleeper I was wearing. I could see it had an obvious bulge where the 
diaper was, my pacifier swung lazily on its cord that was attached to 
my sleeper. I raised my head and looked at the door as it opened 
revealing another man, or should I say a boy; at least, that was how he 
was dressed. I looked at his feet first, they were covered in white 
material that then went into a dark blue material, my gaze followed the 
legs up and I noticed a very thick diaper bulge under the fleece 
material. I quickly moved up and looked the person in the eyes, it was 
him, the postal worker! Stood in the doorway with a pacifier in his 
mouth, just like the one I had! I couldn't believe it, he'd always 
looked so cute in his postal uniform but in his footed sleeper, he just 
looked amazing. He reached out and hugged me, pulling me so close that 
our cheeks touched and I could feel his smooth face on mine, could 
smell the sweet scent of baby lotion and powder from his diaper, could 
feel the gently softness of his sleeper..

"I'm so glad you came" he said with the biggest grin I'd seem him with 
yet.

"I did wonder whether I should" I said promptly, "I don't even know who 
you are or why I'm stood here dressed like a baby", he looked down at 
his feet and invited me in. I obliged and he closed the door behind me.

"I'm sorry" he said "I didn't know how best to get to know you. Do you 
like the diapers and sleeper?" he asked.

For a moment I was set aback by this, but I did as I'd learnt to and 
followed my feelings "Yes, I do". Just saying those words sent a shiver 
up my spine. I don't know why but it felt liberating. 'Yes, I wear 
diapers and I love it!' I screamed to myself as I grinned from eat to 
ear. He looked me in the eyes, his eyes making me drown in my own 
excitement. He stepped forward and closer to me.

"I hope you didn't mind me kissing you yesterday" He asked carfully.

"No, I didn't mind at all" I replied.

He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight and 
caressing my thickly diapered bottom in the process. "Good," he stated. 
He finished his hug and told me that I should follow him as he began 
walking up the stairs.

The stairway led into a large landing with doors all around it. "this 
is my room," he indicated as he walked towards the closed door. He 
reached out, turned the handle and opened the door into the massive 
space.

"It's a nursery" I stated in a matter of fact way.

"That's right, and it's all mine� and yours now if you want?"

"Really? I mean wow, but I can't I've got a house and a job and how 
would I live" I had a million emotions running through my mind. This 
was all such a lot to take in for one day. The boy looked at me and 
smiled.

"You don't have to worry about any of that any more" he said, "it's all 
been taken care of.. The dockets you signed weren't dockets, they were 
digital documents to confirm the sale of your house. My big brother has 
brought your home, and your car. The last docket was used to confirm 
your resignation with the wood mill"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this can't be for real I thought 
as I stood there looking at the large double sized crib with rows upon 
rows of diapers stored under it. This room was it's own world but was 
this guy being serious? It was clear that who ever lived here had lots 
of money but to actually be able to pull off this stunt? I don't know, 
I didn't quite believe it. "So who's going to look after me and what's 
happened to the money from the sale of my house then?" I asked almost 
sarcastically.

"My big brother will look after both of us. He's such a good guy and he 
just wants me to be a happy boy and have someone I love around. He's 
put the money from the sale of your house into an account for you. You 
don't have to spend it though. He will provide everything. He's already 
put at extra 100,000$ in the account for you, and he can't get it back 
out. So it's your money now." I looked at him, his eyes so sincere, his 
smile so alluring.

"Ok, for one night, I'll see how it's going for one night and then 
we'll see" I promised him. He smiled back and hugged me close. This 
time though it was different. I could feel myself conceding to defeat. 
In fact, part of me wanted this defeat. I had to be honest to myself, I 
fancied this guy badly. I loved the feeling of the diaper wrapped 
around me, it made fee so secure and I loved the idea of being looked 
after. This guy was right when he first met me, I didn't suit where I 
was living, not because I was so young and on my own, but because I am 
so young and still need to be babied. I flew the nest too early and now 
it's time to return. I pulled him in close, felt his cheek rub against 
mine and couldn't hold back this feeling any longer. I turned my head 
as he turned his and kissed him. His sensual lips invigorating mine, my 
cock once again awoke from its slumber. The boy reached his firm arms 
around me and pulled me closer as we fell back wards on to his crib. He 
rolled!

me over so I was underneath as he climbed on top with a very naughty 
smile on his face, that face that did look oh so familiar.

He pushed me down and began to unzip my sleeper, carefully he opened 
the top up and then leaned in and kissed my chest and abs. My boner was 
in overdrive. He moved down slowly towards my diapered crotch. I could 
feel his lips and gentle breath all the way. I couldn't handle this 
anymore. I took off the rest of my sleeper and moved further onto the 
crib. He took off his sleeper as I did so revealing his smooth toned 
body, he was only 5foot 8 or so and his body was perfectly 
proportioned. He pulled himself close to me and buried my head into his 
abs. My boner went wild as I touched his hard cock through the thick 
warm wet diaper that he had on. He grinned at me as I started rubbing 
it with one hand and rubbed my own cock with my other hand. With each 
stroke I could see cock throbbing through the diaper and he thrust he 
pelvis towards my face.

After 30 minutes of play we collapsed into each others arms. Helpless I 
waited while we caught our breath.

"I don't even know what your name is" I say as I try to re-orientate 
myself.

"Kristian Miller" He says. "My big brother owns this house"

"oh," I respond "He must be rich" I say in a matter of fact way.

"He is" Kristian says "He's Wentworth Miller, and he's going to be 
looking after the both of us now". I look Kristian in the eyes as our 
bodies lie naked in the middle of hastily removed diapers, on the giant 
crib in the middle of the giant nursery.

"You're kidding right?" I say with a grin.

From the door at the other side of the room a voice comes in, "I see 
I've got to baby brothers now" I look over and at the door stands a 
topless Wentworth Miller in just his A&F shorts, in his hands are two 
thick new disposable diapers. He looks at us and smiles, "time to get 
you two ready for bed" he says as he waves the diapers at us.

Prologue:

And so at age twenty, Jack Carter finds himself at home with the 
Millers, starting a new life as their kid brother... and Jack couldn't 
be happier.

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