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.
Simon's Journal
Volume III
Thirteen
Sails
Adventures Abound
Written by Danny
Jokes
on me
I ended up sleeping over at Jamie’s that
night and once Ian had got a little bit of sleep and had sent his painting off he
and I had time to really talk. The two of us sat alone in his apartment and he explained
to me that the woman I know as Aunt Catharine used to be a very near and dear
friend of his. They had been friends since school and when she decided that she
wanted a baby she had asked Ian to be the father. At first he had refused
because he’s not attracted to women at all; he confessed that much to me, but
then she suggested that he just donate the sperm. He told me that she had tried
for nearly a year before finally getting pregnant but the first pregnancy had
ended prematurely. However the second pregnancy worked and that is why I am
here now.
His exact words to me were, “The second
pregnancy worked better then she could have expected and nine months later she
gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and girl.”
“GIRL?” I wanted to scream but an asthma attack struck out of the blue.
It was a bad one too and I didn’t have one of my inhalers with me at the time.
It just hadn’t occurred to me to bring one when I came over to Jamie’s. I guess
I had too much on my mind to remember.
I tried to calm myself down but those words
kept replying louder and louder in my head “Gave birth to a beautiful baby boy
and girl. Gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and girl.”
I felt Ian lift me into his arms and could
see his face but I couldn’t hear anything. Ian ran from his apartment, down the
hallway and into Jamie’s apartment but Marsha wasn’t in. She had left Jamie and
me home alone while she went to the store with instructions that if we needed
anything to go get Ian. As soon as she left for the store I left Jamie playing
on his computer while I went to visit with Ian and that is why I was over at
his place when I had my asthma attack.
Jamie later told me that Ian burst into their
apartment screaming his name, “JAMIE! JAMIE! SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH SIMON!”
When Jamie came flying
out of his room he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, not even a diaper. He
was completely nude and sporting a raging erection. Of course he didn’t confess
that part too willingly but I have my ways of making Jamie talk to me when he
doesn’t want to.
The instant Jamie saw what was going on he
raced back into his room. He had remembered that I had left one of my inhalers
at his place a long time ago. After fetching it from his nightstand drawer he
raced back to the couch where Ian had deposited me.
I guess Ian was freaking out seeing me like
that but Jamie was used to it and knew how to help me. Very soon he had helped
me past that asthma attack but I was tired and spent. Then I remembered what
had triggered the attack and I sat forward with Jamie holding tightly to my
arm.
“What do you mean a girl?” I asked and it
surprised me how angry my words sounded.
Ian looked nervous, scared even as he mopped
at the back of his neck with a large pink handkerchief. “Simon I am so very sorry,
I was only joking. We were being so serious that I thought we needed to laugh.”
A tear ran down Ian’s face, “I never meant to
upset you like I did.”
I sat stone faced staring at Ian for a full
minute before the corners of my mouth curled up and I burst into laughter. Of
course Jamie was clueless about what the two of us were talking about but I
don’t think he really cared because he was too busy worrying about me.
Talk about timing, Jamie had asked Ian to
help him get diapered; the two had just come back out of Jamie’s room and sat
down with me when Marsha came home. I can only imagine how that might have
looked had she come home and found Jamie completely nude sitting beside Ian and
me. Of course nothing bad was happening but it still might have looked really
bad to Marsha.
When she walked in Jamie told her that I had
another asthma attack and then she suggested that maybe I needed to go home and
rest.
When Ian was leaving to return to his
apartment he bent over, kissed my forehead ever so softly and whispered
something but I couldn’t make out what he said. As he walked out the door I
knew it would be the last time I would see him since Jamie,
Marsha had called my parents to let them know
I had the attack and they came to pick me up. When Marsha told me that she had
called she said something else that hit me just the same as if she had struck
me across the face with her hand. “Besides, you both need to get a good nights sleep for the start of school tomorrow.”
Yes, I
was leaving from Jamie’s on the afternoon before school was scheduled to begin.
Due to allowing myself the time I needed to confront Aunt Catharine and Ian I
had pushed our departure to the point that the three of us, Jamie, Lowell and I
were going to have to endure going back to school for at least a few days. It
couldn’t be helped. I knew if I tried to rush things then we might mess up and
ruin our chance to make it back to the ship.
Even before mom and dad had got me home I had
drifted off to sleep in the van and dad had to carry me into the house and put
me to bed. I didn’t wake up until suppertime thus that night, the night before
having to go back to school, I was so wound up that I
couldn’t sleep. After trying to get to sleep for a couple of hours I finally
gave it up and went to my computer to do more journaling.
At first I even had a hard time getting my
mind to settle down enough to allow me to focus on writing but eventually my
brain surrendered to my will and the memories came flooding out of my fingers
and into my computer.
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