This is the continued story of
Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,
I would highly recommend that you
read the first and second volumes
as each picks up were the previous
left off.
Simon’s
Journal - Volume I
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade
ADMONITION:
The following narrative is nearly a complete
work of fiction. Some events and characters were pulled from real life but have
been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity
to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would
be incredible!
WARNING:
The following story contains diaper use,
violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age
story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality
doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then
I suggest you select something else to read.
Teach me to love for
goodness sake
That afternoon was the hottest day during our
stay at the beach and when BJ had brought back the sea shell shaped like an
ice-cream cone we both decided the sun was getting to us and headed back to the
beach house hoping that there was ice-cream to be had.
However, when we got back his mom and dad
were not to be found anywhere. We were both starting to panic just a little
when we heard someone coming up on the beach house. We raced to the door only
to find that it wasn’t them.
“Tom?” I asked surprised to see him down at
the beach house.
“Where are my mom and dad?” BJ asked in a
stern tone as though he were accusing Tom of having something to do with their
disappearance.
Tom's face split into a jack-o-lantern grin as
he said, “I killed them and ate their brains with a nice glass of white wine
and used their skin to make myself matching socks and underwear.” He started to
rub his hips provocatively as he swooned, “Oh and they fit so snuggly!”
BJ was laughing so hard I thought he was
going to pee himself. I think it was a blend of concern, nervousness and
finding that statement sickeningly funny that did him in.
I shook my head as I giggled, “Tom you are
sick! You know that right?”
“Brought the thermos back.” he said holding
it out for me to take.
“More likely you came down to see if there
was anything else to eat!” I joked as I took the thermos and purposefully
stepping on his shoe. I had to duck to keep from getting smacked in the back of
the head for that one.
Tom made a hissing sound, “Oh no, I couldn't
eat another bite; not after that snake!”
BJ suddenly stopped laughing, “You at my
parents and a snake?”
“What snake?” I asked.
“This one!” Tom said pointing to his bloated belly.
“Mega-barf!” I remarked, “You really ate a snake?”
“Raw?” BJ questioned.
“Of course not...” Tom said as though it were
the dumbest question ever asked, “I cooked it!”
“How?” I asked knowing even before I said it that I was besting BJ’s dumb question.
Tom raised his hands over his head, looked up
and began to chant, “Oh great and mighty Thor! I beseech thee to send down a
lightning bolt and cook this serpent which I have slain!”
“Yeah ok, you don't have to rub it in!” I
whimpered.
BJ was looking green around the gills and I
was a little surprised that he asked, “What did it taste like?”
“Like rabbit,” Tom answered so fast that it
was clear that he’d been expecting one of us to ask it.
I knew my next question would get a
smart-aleck response but somehow I couldn't stop myself, “What does rabbit taste
like?”
Tom tried not to smile when he said, “Tastes
a lot like snake!”
I threw my hands up, “Uuuuugggggghhhhhh!”
and made both of them laugh.
“No really?” BJ asked again, “What does snake
taste like.
Tom thought for a second, “You ever eat
chicken that was dry and chewy?”
BJ stuck out his tongue and made a sick face,
“Blucky!”
“Hey, don't like it until you've tried it!”
Tom joked.
“By the way, I ran into your parental units
while they were out for a stroll. They looked like they could use some time
alone so I sent them my camp site.” Tom said pointing over his shoulder with
his thumb.
“Cool,” I said and added, “BJ can be real
handful sometimes.” and before I even finished saying it I had jumped forward
and hid behind Tom.
BJ crossed his arms over his chest and pouted
but then his expression changed to one of confusion. “Parental
Units? What planet did you fall from?”
“Oh and to think I volunteered to baby-sit
the two of you,” Tom groaned.
In unison BJ and I shouted, “HEY!” and BJ followed
up with, “Who you calling babies?”
Tom reached around behind himself, took hold
of the top of my head, and moved me around front at arms distance away. He
glared at me with his one good eye and said, “Did I stutter?”
I knew that was a slam on me and I wasn’t
going to stand for it! I swatted his hand away, held up my fists and using a
bad Japanese low-budget movie voice dubbing I said, “Hey,” I continued to move
my lips without speaking before I voiced, “you can’t say that,” I did more none
verbal lip movement before finishing with, “about me!”
BJ had followed my lead and was moving in for
the attack with true ninja stealth. I think we both saw Tom reach inside his
coat where we knew he kept his gun. We froze in place as his hand started to
come back out. It happened so fast that BJ and I
didn't have time to take cover. Tom had pulled out a water pistol and began
firing at us. It was one of those battery-powered squirt guns that you only
have to pull the trigger once and it keeps firing a jet of water until the gun
is empty. In no time Tom had emptied its contents onto the two of us.
For several second BJ and I were stunned
which gave Tom the time he needed to retreat back out the door and run toward
the water. I looked at BJ as he said, “He’s out of ammo!”
BJ added, “Lets get
him!” and the two of us began to chase Tom.
We could see Tom already down at the beach
bent over refilling his water gun and I remember wondering how he got to the
water so quickly.
Tom turned and seen that BJ was doing a
superman right at him but being the trained fighter that he is, Tom ducked and
let BJ sail right past him. BJ’s body skipped on the surface of the water twice
like skipping stones.
I had incorrectly assumed that Tom hadn’t
seen me coming up behind him and that he was too busy watching BJ skid across
the waters surface but just as I was about to attempt to sweep his leg out from
under him he rose up, caught me by the hips and gave
me a sideways flip. I still don’t know how I ended up landing on my feet facing
away from Tom but I do know what happened next. I felt a tug from behind and
then something slimy was wiggling around inside the back of my GoodNite. Before
lunch I had changed into a dry GoodNite and put on my Pepsi T-shirt but hadn’t
bothered to put on shorts... I regretted that decision now.
“FISH IN MY PANTS! FISH IN MY PANTS!!!!!”
I screamed as if I were being murdered.
I had no choice at all, I had to strip naked
from the waste down right there on the beach. No sooner had my fish filled
GoodNite hit the sand than I took off for the house but I didn’t even make it
two steps before Tom caught hold of me and flipped me again. However, this time
instead of landing on my feet, I found myself draped over his shoulder and was
being spanked fairly hard on my bare bottom.
I lied and said, “My back, you’re hurting my
back!”
Tom took me serious and started to put me
down but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“I’ll teach you to lie to me!” he said
sounding serious but I knew he wasn’t.
BJ was sneaking up behind Tom so to keep his
attention on me and give BJ a fighting chance I jumped backward, faked as
though I were going to try to escape to the left but instead I went right. It
worked! BJ jumped onto Tom’s back and nearly toppled him face first into the
sand. This time while BJ was keeping him busy I spun around and ran for my
life.
Behind me I heard BJ cry out, “Run Simon,
run!”
And Tom shouted, “Come back here and take
your medicine you bare butt varmint!”
There was no way I was going back but I did
hazard a glance over my shoulder. To my horror Tom was running at full speed
toward me with BJ hanging upside down over his shoulder.
“Simon look out he’s coming!” BJ warned.
I think there was only one other time in my
life that I had run that fast and that had been when Jasper’s dog had chanced
me out of their backyard. It also struck me that once again I found myself
running for my life while leaving my pants behind, hanging from a nail in the
wooden fence.
Knowing Tom was hot on my tail I was putting
every ounce of spare energy into my legs. I was pumping my arms back and forth
and pulling my knees up to my chest one after the other like some sort of
machine. My left foot hit the porch with a wooden sounding thump and I felt a
hand graze my right shoulder. Had I been a tenth of a second slower I am sure
he would have caught me and I guessed that carrying BJ was slowing him down a
little.
Once inside I ran around the far side of the
table and shouted, “No rowdying in the house!” but
when I turned around Tom wasn’t there.
“SIIIMMMOOOONNN HEEELLLPPPP!” BJ cried out.
I ran back to the door and Tom had BJ pinned
to the ground and was tickling the life out of him.
“SSSTTTOOOOPPPPP!” BJ cried as his arms and legs swung about
wildly trying to get away.
I launched myself off the porch and onto
Tom’s back but my plan had been to allow BJ a chance to get away however Tom
flung me around and dropped me face down across BJ’s
body so that the two of us resembled a human version of the letter X.
“NO FAIR!” BJ screeched, “You are bigger then
us!”
I rose off BJ and onto my knees. We both
looked around for Tom but he was all the way up on the porch lowering himself into the porch swing.
“Hey, snake does the body good!”
Tom said with a mocking laugh.
BJ was brushing the sand from his back when
he said, “It’s Milk does the body good you brute!”
Tom only had act as though he was going to
come after us again to make us both flinch and get ready to make a break for
it.
Rubbing his belly he moaned, “It’s not good
to run on a full stomach,” and then belched impressively.
“Wow!” BJ laughed, “That was loud!”
Tom thumped his chest and said, “Almost got
to eat that snake a second time there.”
I groaned “Eeeeeew,
that’s sick!”
“Tell me about it,” Tom said.
The three of us continued to play for a long
while until we were exhausted. BJ was the first to retreat to the beach house
to rest in the shade of the front porch. Tom and I soon followed but I hadn’t
had much choice in the matter. He had carried me, upside down to the porch.
There wasn’t anything I could do about my shirt falling down around my chess
exposing my nudity. When he lowered me headfirst to the wooden floor I thought
about wrapping my arms around his leg to keep him from getting away again but I
was too pooped! I just wanted to rest a big after all that fun.
Not long after we had settled on the porch I
felt as I needed to get diapered before I wet on the porch. I left the two of
them sitting on the swing while I went and hunted down a new GoodNite to put
on.
When I returned BJ and Tom were still on the
swing but they both had Popsicles. “Hey, where’s mine!” I whined.
BJ held out a Popsicle that he’d got for me
too. I settled down on the end of the porch allowing my legs to dangle down
while I enjoyed the cool and refreshing banana flavored Popsicle. A minute or
so later I spotted a small prop plane crossing the horizon.
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