This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
I would highly recommend you read the first volume of this story,

Simon’s Journal Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
before you begin this novel.

 

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction.
Any similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional.
If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality is offensive or illegal in your area, then might I suggest you go read War and Peace or something equally stimulating.

 

 

Simon's Journal

Volume II

 

 

Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade

 

 

Written by

Danny
Author of Thirteen Days

 

 



 

Chapter - 8

PART 2 – Sunday, March 07, 2004 – A League is Formed and a Toe is Broken

 

I managed to hide behind a stack of boxes until she re-entered the garden room and closed the metal door. I went through the grate, through the plumbing room, back into the ducts and out the grate by the stairs and made my way back to Jamie’s apartment.

 

However, when I reached the door I found it locked and so I had to ring the bell. When Marsha answered the door she looked a little confused, “Where’s Jamie?” she asked.

 

“Oh he’s still at Paul and Noah’s.” I lied.

 

Then a look of understanding came about her, “Oh, you need to change?” she asked.

 

Now I honestly had no idea but I figured there was a really good chance that I did so I nodded that I did. She escorted me to Jamie’s room and when I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants I saw that I was wet, maybe not wet enough to warrant a changing just yet but I went a head and assumed the position on Jamie’s bed without saying anything.

 

Marsha unfastened the tapes to my diaper and without removing it from under me was cleaning off my front diaper area when the intercom buzzer sounded which I had learned meant that the security guard down in the front lobby was buzzing up. “Don’t go anywhere!” Marsha said with a funny grin and I must admit that it was funny.

 

I was laying there on Jamie’s bed with my boy nudity exposed to the elements and I didn’t, in truth, care. I was lost to my thoughts as I wondered if Jamie, Paul, Noah and Becky had realized I had taken off again and if they had, were they again searching the building for me. In an abnormal sort of way, I was deriving a trivial yet satisfying amount of pleasure from this demented game of Hide-and-Seek that I was playing. At the same time, I was feeling fiercely perplexed and besieged by everything that I was trying to keep contained within my skull.

 

I am not sure of the exact time that transpired while I waited for Marsh to return. However, when I saw the things on Jamie’s wall moving slightly, I realized she was on her way back in. I made a mental note to try and remember that when I see him again, to tell Jamie how inventive a warning system that actually is.

 

Now, I had no other expectations then to see Marsha walk back into Jamie’s room and I had none of the fears or worries that I’d been feeling about having her change my diaper. Somehow, something in the way I viewed her had changed within me and having her change my diaper or see me naked seemed as normal as if one of my own parents were going to do it. In fact, I could not understand why I had been feeling so squeamish around her this weekend. I was ready for Marsha to come finish the job she had started but when mom walked in holding a new package of diapers under her arm, I was taken wholly by surprise. I blinked twice just to be sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. For maybe half a second I had the notion that I had fallen asleep and was dreaming but as quickly as the notion formed it vanished in a cloud of mental vapors.

 

“MOM!” I roared ecstatically when I saw her.

 

“Hi sweetie!” she said pulling off her coat so that she could finish the job Marsha had started. Her smile was like sunshine on a summer day. I felt all-warm inside just seeing her again.

 

“W-why are you here?” I asked.

 

“Marsha called this morning and said you were almost out of diapers and I also wanted to see you!” she said.

 

“Is my room done? Can I come home now?” I asked.

 

“Shhhh, lay still and let mommy get you cleaned up and rediapered okay?” She said giving my nose a tweak before raising my bottom and pulling the wet diaper out from under me and wiping my backside clean too.

 

Out in the other room I could faintly hear dad’s voice as he was talking with Marsha. I also heard another man’s voice but I did not recognize it.

 

“Is dad here too?” I asked.

 

“Yes, we took a break to bring you more diapers.” She said sliding the fresh diaper under me.

 

“When can I come home?” I asked.

 

“Soon!” Was all she offered as a time frame.

 

“How soon?” I asked trying to nail her down to a specific time.

 

“Pretty soon!” she teased.

 

“Mommmm!” I droned and chuckled! Just having her with me made me so happy that all the bad feeling that had been flowing through me today seemed to run away and hide from her shinning smile.

 

“We should be finished and back this afternoon!” I heard dad say.

 

I looked past mom to see dad standing just inside the doorway of Jamie’s room.

 

“Hi dad!” I said equally glad to see him.

 

Dad smiled proudly and said, “Hi there slugger! You been having fun?”

 

Not wanting to make them worry at all I lied, “Yea the best!”

 

“Where is Jamie anyway?” Mom asked while looking around the room as if he might be standing silently in some corner.

 

“He is at Noah and Paul’s still.” I said.

 

“Are those friends of his?” dad asked taking the wet diaper from off the bed where mom had left it and began to fold it up.

 

“Yea!” I said and giggled when mom accidentally tickled me as she applying the baby powder. She pulled the diaper up and taped it into place before helping me to my feet and pulling my pants back up over the fresh diaper. She was zipping up my pants when I noticed that dad had a large Band-Aid under the left side of his chin.

 

I started to giggle and mom, while giving my knees a squeeze, asked me, “What are you giggled about?”

 

I pointed at dad and asked through my giggles, “Dad was using a hammer again huh?”

 

It’s a running joke in my house that every time dad so much as touches a hammer. Usually he hits his thumb or finger but there have been times where he has whacked himself in the head, dropped it on my foot or missed what he was trying to hit and instead whacked himself in the leg. Now dad couldn’t see mom’s face, she was still kneeling down in front of me and had her back to dad, which was a good thing because she was having to screw her face up something awful to keep from laughing out loud.

 

Mom’s effects at concealing her laughter only fueled my own. I could not hold back and was snickering and giggling while dad humorously caressed his injury. “I’ll have you know that I was wounded while trying to...” he stopped himself before he gave away anything.

 

Mom turned to give him a look as if to say, “Shut up before you blow the surprise!”

 

“What?” I bounced with excitement.

 

“Just never you mind!” Mom said grabbing my head and kissing my forehead as she stood up.

 

Inside I was thinking, “I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME!” but on the outside I said, “Oh okay!”

 

Mom wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug; it felt so good that I did not want her to stop.

 

When she finally did release me, dad bent down and said, “My turn!” He swooped me up into his arms and lifted me from the floor. He had his arms braced under my diapered bottom, which allowed me - in essence - to sit, perched against his chest with my head resting on his shoulder.

”Yea!” dad said with a loving sigh, “Don’t you ever get too big for me to hug okay?”

 

“Okay!” I agreed hugging his neck with all my strength.

 

From out in the living room there was a voluble commotion. It only took me a second or two to realize that Jamie and his friends had charged in looking for me.

 

Dad put me back down and mom quickly helped me get my pants pulled back on before the three of us walked out to the living room where Jamie, Becky, Noah, Paul and now Vanessa were all standing. Jamie had my shoes in his hands. The five of them looked so guilty, like a crook caught with his hand in safe as the lights came on.

 

I was looking around trying to figure out where the other man was I had heard while Marsha and dad had been out here talking a few minutes ago but aside from Marsha, mom and dad, there were no other adults around.

 

Jamie tried smiling, “Hi dad!” he said to our dad.

 

Thinking fast Jamie then said to me, “Uh, you forgot your shoes!”

 

The moment might have gotten awkward had Marsha not said, “Why don’t all of you run and play for a while?”

 

I turned to mom and dad to ask, “When do I get to go home?”

 

Dad flicked me in the forehead as a joke and answered, “You have plenty of time to play more! We will call later when it is time.”

 

However, I did not really want to go with Jamie and his friends but I did anyway. Jamie told his mom, “We’re going back to Noah and Paul’s!” and the five of them absconded with me right in front of my parents.

 

Several feet outside Jamie’s apartment I tried to get them to let go of me but the five of them were gently pushing and pulling me in the direction of the stairs.

 

“Come on guys stop!” I tried to protest!

 

Vanessa said, “We need to talk!”

 

“We aren’t going to hurt you!” Paul added using poor grammar.

 

When we reached the first grate behind the door to the stairs Jamie opened it using his handy-dandy quarter. Noah and Vanessa went in first then Jamie and Becky pushed me in with Paul bringing up the rear so that he could close the grate properly.

 

No one talked this time until the six of us were back in the garden with the metal door securely closed and latched.

 

It was cold in the garden room because they had left the window open to allow the stench of vomit to disapate, which it had. Vanessa went behind the concrete pillar to close and latch the window again while the three boys forced me to sit down on an overturned bucket.

 

“We have decided something!” Becky said sounding as if she was the spokesperson for them all.

 

“Well I’ve decided something too!” I said trying to struggle against Jamie, Paul and Noah’s hands that continued to hold me from attempting another escape.

 

“What?” Vanessa asked emerging from behind the pillar.

 

“That I don’t want anything to do with any of you or your club?” I said as if spitting my words onto the ground and stomping on them.

 

“Club? What club?” Becky asked looking right at Jamie who I fully expected to look surprised and or guilty but he did not express either of the two.

 

“Your sex club!” I said trying to tug away again.

 

“Careful! Don’t hurt him!” Jamie said as he and the other two boys attempted to keep me seated on the bucket.

 

Acting very melodramatic, Becky threw her hands in the air and said, “Secrets are only secrets when no one tells them.” She paused long enough give Jamie a hard, cold gaze, “Isn’t that right Jamie?”

 

“Yea!” Noah said firing his own icy gaze at Becky.

 

“Let me go!” I said trying one more time to get away.

 

“Not until you hear us out!” Becky said walking over and placing a single finger over my lips.

 

Since she had done nothing but show me kindness today I opted to yield, for the moment, to her will. “What then?” I said relaxing under the three boys restraining hands.

 

Becky turned and looked out one of the dirty window pains with her arms folded over her chest. She began to speak rather cryptically, making me feel as though I were playing a part is some bad mystery movie. “Secrets that get out can be made secret again if those that know the secrets swear to never tell another living soul as long as they live!”

 

Noah started to spout off at Becky, “If some people would have . . .” but stopped when Paul barked at him, “Shut up, will ya Noah!”

 

Becky turned back toward us and calmly said, “Simon? You know about our secret here,” she motioned to all the plants around us, “because someone broke our code and told you.” She said looking right at Jamie, “And we all know about your diapers because,” I felt myself flush as she again looked right at Jamie, “someone broke your trust and told us.”

 

She took a step toward Jamie who I could not see but could hear breathing hard right behind me. She continued, “And you know about our secret club because that same someone broke our most sacred code and told you!”

 

Just beyond Becky, Vanessa was averting her eyes from my own. Becky unfolded her arms, reached down and picked up one of those small gardening hand shovels and I started to worry more for Jamie then myself at that point. The small shovel had a green handle while the actual shovel part looked to have at one time been painted white but now only a trace of white could be seen close to the plastic handle.

 

I felt Jamie shrinking behind me and I realized that the hand resting on the left side of my neck belonged to him because it was trembling something fierce. Becky took a half step toward the four of us while holding the small shovel up before her.

 

It was Noah who broke the mounting tensions with, “You and Paul broke the code too!” he yelled to Becky effectively stopping her in her tracks.

 

Becky appeared indignant that anyone, let alone Noah, should interrupt her grandiose performance.

 

Noah sounded both confident and frightened as he shouted, “Paul told Simon that I still sleep with a Teddy Bear and you made me tell Simon that I still wet the bed sometimes!”

 

Becky sneered at Noah as if she was just forced to eat an entire lemon-rhine and all.

 

Noah added, “You can’t make Jamie take the walk unless you and Paul do it too!”

 

I wanted to ask what ‘The walk’ was but Vanessa, who had been standing quietly, leaning against the pillar this whole time finally spoke up, “Why don’t we just admit that everyone broke the code and get past it!”

 

Now any Vulcan worth his pointy ears would tell you that the natural enemy of emotion is and always has been pure logic.

 

“Everyone broke the code! Everyone!” she said.

 

Paul offered a small bit of incite, “You didn’t!” he said to Vanessa.

 

“Code? What code?” I asked.

 

Maybe feeling a little betrayed, Becky turned on Vanessa and for an instant I thought she was going to lash out at her but she didn’t. “She’s right!” Becky announced, “We are all guilty of breaking the code!”

 

With growing frustration, I asserted myself by re-stating my previous question and this time it came out spiced with a drop of my own venom. “What 'effing code?” except I actually screamed the ‘F’ word at them.

 

It worked, I got their attention. I felt a hand cover my mouth and not knowing or caring whose it was I opened my mouth and chomped down as hard as I could. It turned out that the finger I had clamped onto was attached to the hand of Noah. He let out a cry that could wake the dead. Jamie was pulling on my face from behind while Paul had straddled my legs and was trying to yank Noah’s finger from my teeth. I didn’t hang on for long, only long enough to scare the crap out of Noah, which was about ten seconds.

 

He pulled away cradling his hand, jumping around and howling, “He bit me! He bit me!”

 

Paul and Vanessa were trying to get him to shut up while Jamie and Becky were laughing themselves silly. Vanessa smugly said, “You shouldn’t have put your finger in his mouth!”

 

“I didn’t!” he said giving me a dirty look and walking all the way over to the other side of the greenhouse room. He flipped over another bucket and sat himself directly across from me while he nursed his aching finger and wiped a tear or two from his eyes with his shirtsleeve. That was the exact second that I noticed Noah had a wet spot on the front of his jeans. Evidentially, while I had his finger clamped between my teeth, I inflicted enough pain, or maybe just scared him enough that he peed a little.

 

That gave me something to focus my attention on for a while, which I think was freaking Noah out because he could not stand that I kept staring at him. Actually, I was staring at his crotch but from across the room, I’m sure he thought I was giving him the evil eye or something.

 

Just for good measure, Jamie gave me a slap on the top of my head with the palm of his hand and trying not to laugh too hard he commanded me as if I were some common mutt, “Bad Simon! No biting!”

 

I looked up at Becky who had gone from laughing to not looking amused at all. Behind her stood Vanessa, who had moved closer to the rest of us and was now right behind Becky grinning and appearing quite pleased.

 

“Okay, if we let you up, will you stay and hear us out?” Becky asked still holding the little shovel and wielding it about as she spoke.

 

I twisted my head around to look at Jamie, then Paul and finally Noah who was keeping his distance from me now. I nodded my agreement.

 

“Okay, let him go!” Becky commanded which was really a wasted command given that Jamie was the only one still touching me and even he only had one hand resting on top of my head. I think Paul was afraid of loosing a finger too because after successfully freeing his brother from my dental vise he had moved back to one side and had both of his hands shoved down inside his pants pockets.

 

I looked over at Noah again and he was completely oblivious to condition of his pants; he was sitting with his knees apart and the finger I bit shoved into his mouth which I won’t bother commenting on how gross that is given that it had been in my mouth a moment before. It was kind of funny really. I was sitting there watching Noah while Becky as going on and on about how important it is to keep secrets and a bunch of other stuff too. Mostly she was just blowing hot air. Every few minutes Vanessa would toss in her two cents but really, I wasn’t listening to either of them. I was pretty well transfixed on Noah now. I’m not sure why really, I guess it’s because for some reason, I started thinking about sex. It was a stupid time to think about sex but when I think of the company I was in the presents of, I suppose it should not have been so surprising.

 

Suddenly, anything anyone said or any move anyone made reminded me of sex and then a thought occurred to me. I have never seen or experience real sex, at least not in the normal girl and guy way. I looked at Becky, then Vanessa and once again, Jamie’s words were replaying in my ears; “Becky only kisses but Vanessa will do anything as long as Becky is there.”

 

And just like that I made a decision! I wanted to watch Jamie, Paul or Noah having sex with Vanessa. However, oddly enough, I did not want to do anything with her myself, I just wanted to be a witness to the act.

 

I felt another thump on the top of my head, this time with knuckles. “Ouch! What was that one for?” I groaned at Jamie.

 

“Have you even heard anything I said?” Becky asked and when I looked over at her she had her hands on her hips exactly the way my mother does whenever she is really upset.

 

I looked back up at Jamie who was looking at me as if I had a booger hanging out of my nose. Something possessed me at that very second because the thoughts that were forming in my head were not my thoughts and were not anything I have or ever would think about.

 

I honestly believed that I was thinking to myself when I posed the question, “But how do I even ask?”

 

“Ask what?” Becky’s question snapped me back to reality; making me realize that she was addressing me and that I’d not just thought it but actually spoke the words.

 

I was trying to come up with something to say, something that wouldn’t make me sound like a shmuck. I felt Jamie move his hand. He laid it on my bare neck and gave me a slight squeeze. He bent down and whispered into my ear. His breath was hot and caused a shiver to run threw me.

 

“Look at Noah’s pants.” He whispered.

 

“What did you just say to him?” Becky asked sounding a lot like some old nagging woman.

 

Jamie fired his words at her like bullets, “I said look at Noah’s Pants.”

 

Everyone, including Noah looked and saw what I’d noticed the second he’d sat down. “Oh shit!” Noah cursed.

 

“Hey!” Paul said tossing a clump of dirt at Noah, “Watch your mouth!”

 

“Bite me!” Noah said which of course made Paul laugh.

 

“Simon already did it for me!” Paul said.

 

Vanessa let out the biggest sigh before saying, “I’m sick of all this! If everyone’s just going to keep arguing and fighting then I’m going back home!”

 

“No wait!” Becky said, “Hang on a second. Let me finish what I was saying.”

 

“Would you just get to the point and stop talking nineteen to the dozen?” Jamie said squeezing my neck again. I felt as if he was trying to tell me something with the squeeze but I was not sure what just yet.

 

Becky sneered at Jamie, “Alright!” and then made an offer to everyone, “Why don’t we make a new club pack?”

 

“Who’s the ‘we’? We’ five or ‘We’ six?” Jamie said giving me another squeeze and now I got the message. He wanted me to keep my mouth shut for a change.

 

 

“All six of us!” Becky and Vanessa both said at exactly the same time.

 

“But he said that he did not want to be in our club!” Noah spouted off pointing at me with his injured finger.

 

Jamie squeezed me even harder and it kind of hurt but I kept my mouth shut even though he really wanted to say something. “Noah! You know how you feel about people being aware that you wet the bed?”

 

“Shut up!” Noah tried asserting himself but lost the battle.

 

“No you shut up!” His brother moved to about halfway between Noah and me, “Your just mad because Simon here knows you wet the bed AND because you were stupid enough to put your fingers in his mouth.”

 

Noah started to say something else but Paul didn’t let him. “No! You don’t get to talk anymore! You are just trying to be mean and if you keep it up I’m going to be the one that shuts you up.”

 

It was funny to hear these two brothers going at it especially since they looked so much alike. It was like watching someone yelling at his or her own mirrored-refection.

 

Paul didn’t stop there but leveled one more bit of verbal chastising on Noah. “And as far as you freaking out about everyone in the building knowing you wet the bed? I’ve got news for you! Everyone has known since we moved in here!”

 

Noah’s eyes grew to the size of mini-planets while his brother continued spewing words at him, “Remember when mom used to have to go to the laundry mat? It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that one of us was wetting the bed since she had to drag stinky sheets out of the apartment everyday!”

 

Noah seemed to be regressing several years’ right before my eyes. With watery eyes  he whimpered, “But they don’t know it was me!”

 

“They do, because I told them!” Paul’s final words were the preverbal straw that broke Noah’s back.

 

Noah stopped moving, stopped blinking and I think maybe stopped breathing too, but I couldn’t be sure from across the green house. He was staring right at Paul as if the two of them had suddenly become locked together in a stare down contest. However, with a single sniffle from Noah the whole ordeal ended without another thing said and no tears being shed, which amazed me to no end.

 

There was a discomfited hush as everyone waited for Paul or Noah to say something else but when they didn’t, Jamie finally asked Noah, “Do you not like Simon because he wears diapers or do you just not like him period?”

 

Noah seemed dazed but rapidly transcended, “I don’t, not like him.”

 

Either Jamie squeezing my neck so hard was cutting the blood off to my brain or Noah’s statement was really screwed up. Either way, I wasn’t sure if he did or did not like me.

 

“Do you not want me in your club?” I asked despite Jamie’s attempts to keep me from doing so.

 

Noah seemed to be having problems with his brain too, “Yea, I mean, well, what the fuck!” the word was barely out of his lips before Paul was lunging for him. “Oh shit sorry!” and quickly covered him mouth with both of his hands.

 

“Noah if you use bad language one more time I am going to tell your mother!” Vanessa said stepping into Paul’s path, effectively stopping him before he could kill his older brother.

 

“Why?” he said standing up and shrugging his shoulders. Having to speak past three people Noah raised his voice a little, “Hey Simon? You’re almost thirteen, right?”

 

“No numb-nuts! He just turned twelve!” Jamie said and I felt his second hand come to rest on the other side of my neck. For a second I was scared he was going to try to choke me if I said anything else.

 

“Whatever! But I am willing to bet he’s said worse!” Noah argued.

 

Since Vanessa and Becky wouldn’t let him get at his brother Paul started to turn away from Noah and flung his hand dismissively at Noah, “You know, you are so lame!”

 

When he turned toward me, our eyes met briefly. It was long enough that I saw him roll his eyes and give me a smirk. I felt as if he were giving me his vote to let me into the club.

 

“Can I ask one question?” I spoke up again which earned me a loose choking. I had to reach up and pull at Jamie’s fingers to be able to speak again. “So what do you do, I mean, in this club?”

 

I felt Jamie’s hot breath in my ear again as he leaned forward to say something but all he was able to say before Becky interrupted him was, “How stupid are . . .”

 

“Whatever feels good!” and the way Becky said it made her skin seem luminous and her eyes twinkled behind her glasses.

 

I had to quietly clear my throat and pull at Jamie’s fingers again before I could respond, “Okay! I could do that!” I felt Jamie finally loosen his grip so I released my hold on his fingers that I had been keeping from constricting around my voice box and choking the life right out of me.

 

Still trying to keep the conversation about the sex club going I asked, “So who’s the president?”

 

I should have expected the response I got. “Bush!” Vanessa said.

 

“What?” I asked in disbelief that anyone could be so brainless.

 

“Bush! President George W. Bush! What do you think I’m stupid!” she clarified.

 

I rubbed my left temple and wanted to say, “Yes you are a complete brainless twit!” but I did not say it; but boy, I sure wanted too!

 

So as not to sound offensive I clarified my question, “Sorry! I mean who’s the President of the Sex Club!”

 

“We don’t have one!” Noah replied sitting with his knees together and his hands covering his crotch to hide the wet spot that we all knew was there now.

 

In an attempt to be funny I asked, “Do you have Jackets?”

 

Had Paul been drinking milk it would have shot out his nose just then. He doubled over laughing, “Jackets? Oh that’s a good one!” He looked over at Noah who was grinning but not laughing. “We need to get Jackets with sex club embroidered on the backs!”

 

“Geeze Paul! I wasn’t that funny!” Vanessa said.

 

“You know what!” Jamie said, “It’s too cold in here since we had the window open!”

 

“Yea!” Noah agreed.

 

“We can go back to my place! My father won’t be up for a couple hours yet.” Vanessa said.

 

We all agreed and after making our way back to the stairs in silence, Jamie began to explain to me that Vanessa’s father works the graveyard shift at Rumple Paper Mill as a Shift Manager. He gets home around 3 o’clock in the morning and sleeps so soundly that a nuclear bomb could go off in their living room and he would sleep right through it. He also told me that Vanessa’s mom owns and runs the Starbucks over on Twelfth Street so we would pretty much have the apartment to ourselves for a while.

 

When we walked into Vanessa’s apartment, I was blown away. “Wow! It’s like a magazine!” I said.

 

Noah went over and plopped down on a big reddish semi-circler sofa and Vanessa nearly came unhinged. “Hey! Don’t sit there with your wet pee pants on!”

 

“They are not that wet!” Noah groaned and covered his crotch with his hands again.

 

“Noah, I am serious!” Vanessa stomped her foot.

 

Becky chimed in too, “Noah, get up now!”

 

When Noah stood up and began taking off his pants I nearly swallowed my tongue; and when he didn’t stop at just his pants I nearly fell over dead. Seeming triumphant Noah, now nude from the waist down, sat back down again, picked up the remote for the television and started surfing through the channels.

 

I was completely mesmerized. Heck, I was more then mesmerized—I was in love! I watched as Vanessa walked over, picked up Noah’s pants and underwear from the floor and then disappeared into the back of apartment.

 

Jamie gave me a not so hard punch in the arm, “Huh what?” I said.

 

“Becky asked if you want some Pee.” Jamie said with a mischievous grin.

 

“Some what?” I asked nearly choking on my words.

 

“Tea, do you want some Sweet Tea?” Jamie asked.

 

Thinking that I must have heard him wrong the first time, heck I didn’t even hear Becky for that matter, I shook my head to clear the cobwebs before looking over at Becky who was smiling so big that I could have counted every tooth in her head.

 

“Oh um, yea sure!” I said feeling a twinge of embarrassment at having been caught staring at Noah’s semi-nude form

 

This was one of those times when I was exceedingly glad I had on a diaper because without it I am sure the front of my pants would have been bulging out as if I had a broom handle hidden in them.

 

Jamie, who only a few minutes ago had been defending and protecting me once again turned against me; he began acting as if he was really me. He skipped like a girl over to Noah who had stopped switching channels and was laughing as Jamie made fun of me.

 

“Oh Noah! I am Simon and I want to have sex with you so much!” Jamie smoozed.

 

Noah got right into the act, “Uh, I will have to think about it!”

 

Jamie tried to throw himself onto Noah; “I want to suck your penis until steam erupts from your ears!”

 

“Not tonight! I got a headache!” Noah acted as though he fainted.

 

Becky and Paul, who I had not seen leaving the room, had just returned with several glasses filled with Sweet Tea. The look Becky had was simply priceless when she saw that Jamie was acting as if he was humping Noah’s leg. “I want you to make me have an orgasm!” Jamie grunted.

 

Despite being mocked and made to feel like even more of an idiot for gawking at Noah’s nudity then I already felt, I was still finding their angst humorous. However, what Becky did next was even funnier. It became obvious that neither Jamie nor Noah knew Becky and Paul had returned from the kitchen. Becky reached into one of the glasses, pulled out an ice cube and quick as a rabbit she was able to stuff it down the back of Jamie’s pants.

 

Jamie suddenly jumped up yelping and trying to reach into the back of his pants for the ice. He was hopping and twirling around, “Man that is cold! Oh that is so not funny!” he said even though he was laughing the whole time.

 

“Well you looked like you needed cooled off.” Becky said picking one of the glasses back up and handing it to me. Before letting go of the glass, she told me, “Vanessa’s mom is from Tennessee and they put a lot of sugar in their Tea so just watch out!”

 

“Uh, okay. Thank you!” I said taking the glass. I took a small sip and boy was she right. It was like drinking the pure nectar of the gods

 

 “Wow!” I exclaimed.

 

“Told ya.” Becky said taking a big swig of her own tea.

 

Jamie finally got the ice out of his pants; actually it fell out of his pants leg. To be gross he picked it up and popped it into his mouth. The four of us all groaned as one.

 

“You are just sick!” Paul said to Jamie.

 

Jamie tried to smile without loosing the piece of ice, “Mmmmm! Butt Ice! So yummy!”

 

Noah was still laughing himself sick. He was holding his stomach as he rolled around on the sofa. “Oh man that was too funny!” he said.

 

Vanessa returned and was quickly brought up to speed as to what had happened while she was gone. I also figured out that she had taken Noah’s pants and underwear and put them in the drier for him. The way she did it, I mean without saying a word or making a big deal about it made me think that it has happened before. Enough so, that it was something she now did without really thinking about it. Well that’s how I saw it anyway.

 

While the five of them carried on, I sat myself in a yellow-gold, wing-backed chair and sipped at my glass of super sweet ice tea. I watched and listened to them for several minutes. The subject kept going from normal stuff to borderline sexual talk and then back again.

 

Paul asked a question of Becky that lodged itself inside my head ever since hearing it. He asked her, “If you could be any age at all with the condition that you had to stay that age forever, what age would you pick and why?”

 

Becky sat forward in her seat and looked genuinely pleased with the question. “Oh that’s easy! I would be 29!” she said proudly.

 

“Why 29?” Jamie asked.

 

“Because my mom says that 29 is the perfect age for a lady!” came Becky’s simple reply.

 

Noah decided to butt in and offer his own ideas for that question, “I would want to  be18 because then I would never have to go to school again and I could stay in our apartment all day and play video games!”

 

“That’s stupid!” Paul said. “Mom and dad won’t let you sponge off them for the rest of your life!”

 

“Then I will get my own place!” Noah added.

 

“How will you pay for it if you don’t have a job?” Vanessa asked.

 

“I’ll live with Paul!” Noah said.

 

“Oh no you won’t!” Paul said back.

 

Noah gave up when he realized he couldn’t win. It was Vanessa that spoke up next. She gulped down the last of her tea before saying, “I think I would want to be about 25 and I would have to be married to a man who stays the same age as me for ever!”

 

Paul leaned forward and said, “Yep that’s a good one! You and I will live happy forever and ever and ever and . . .”

 

Everyone laughed at Paul’s joke but for maybe a second I thought I saw what looked to be disappointment in Paul’s eyes when Vanessa started laughing.

 

“What about you?” Becky said to Jamie.

 

“I don’t know!” Jamie replied.

 

“You have to pick something!” Noah nagged.

 

Jamie shrugged and reasserted, “I just don’t know!”

 

I figured Jamie needed let off the hook so I spoke up, “I would want to be the age I am right now. I wouldn’t want to get another day older then I am at this very second.”

 

Appearing curious and very sincere Becky asked, “How come?”

 

It took a little thinking before I could offer any reason why, “Well, if I were say a small boy, I couldn’t do much because I would always have to be watched.” I paused momentarily before continuing, “And if I were older, an adult, I would have to get a boring job, I would have bills and have to worry about stupid stuff adult stuff. I am 12 now and I think 12 is the perfect age. I can just about do anything I want when I want and at the same time I don’t have to work or pay bills or any of that stuff! Even if I had to go to school for the rest of my life I wouldn’t mind really; I mean after a couple years learning the same stuff I would probably never have to study and would always get straight A’s.” I paused again before adding, “It might take five or six years for me to get A’s in Social Studies though!”

 

Jamie laughed because he knows how much I disliked my Social Studies teacher this year.

 

Looking over to Jamie, I asked, “You figure out what age you would be yet?”

 

“I don’t think I would want to be just one age forever. I want to grow up normally.” He said.

 

Paul supported his thinking by saying, “I guess that is okay but I don’t ever what to get old like my grandpa!”

 

Finally, Vanessa stood up and announced to the group while addressed me directly. “I think that since Simon is now a member of our club he should have to do something to prove he’s really in with us.”

 

“Yea that’s right!” Noah said standing up and giving me another full view of his penis.

 

Jamie tried to convince them that I did not need to ‘Do’ anything but they all quickly agreed that I had to ‘Do’ something; kind of an initiation into the club I suppose.

 

An odd sort of fear grabbed hold of my heart in an instant, “W-w-what d-do I-I-I h-have t-t-t-t-to do?” I stuttered so bad that Jamie had to explain my problem to them.

 

“He has a little trouble talking with he gets worked up.” Jamie said coming over and sitting right beside me and tried to calm me down, “You don’t need to worry. We have a rule that you never have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

 

“Oh yea! I had forgotten you said something about that the other day.” Becky said taking another sip from her glass before sitting it back down on the table.

 

I looked at Jamie, “W-w-what else d-did y-you t-t-t-tell th-them ab-b-bout me?”

 

“He told us everything!” Paul said with an evil grin.

 

I felt myself beginning to blush.

 

“Yea!” Becky added, “You’re brother blabbed all about you!”

 

“W-w-w-w-what?” I was really having a hard time talking.

 

“Well, let’s see! You and Jamie are only half brothers. That’s not such a big secret though but the fact that your father had sex with Jamie’s mom while still married to your mom I think is a big secret!”

 

I didn’t have time to get mad or upset that they knew that part because she kept right on hanging my dirty laundry right out there for all to see. “You have been a bed wetter all your life but since getting beat up you have to wear diapers all the time now.” Becky was going on in a plain yet seething tone. “Oh and he told us that you masturbate three times a day and sometimes even while you are sleeping!”

 

I nearly spilled my glass of tea when she said the ‘M’ word. “I-I-I d-do n-not!” I nearly shouted. I gave Jamie a punch in the leg but it wasn’t nearly as hard as I wanted it to be.

 

I looked back to Becky to see the corners of her mouth curled up as she said, “Well I do!” and I realized she had kidding about that last part.

 

While everyone was laughing again, Jamie leaned over to me and spoke only loud enough for me to hear, “See what I mean?”

 

Now, I had never known of any girl that even said the word ‘masturbate’ and yet this one even said she did it! Needless to say, I was excited . . . and I do mean excited!

 

I was squirming a little to try and get my little boyhood member into a more comfortable position so that it wasn’t straining so earnestly against my diaper. Paul must have figured out my reasons for moving around because he asked, “You got a problem over there Simon?”

 

“N-no!” I lied and to try and divert attention from myself I asked, “Is th-there a-a-any b-b-body e-else i-in th-th-this c-club?”

 

“You need to calm down or you might cream your jeans!” Becky teased.

 

“Huh?” I grunted not grasping the phrase she used.

 

“She means you might cum in your diaper!” Jamie had leaned over and explained it too me. That was the last bit I could take and I couldn’t hide my embarrassment any longer. I felt my face burning and it felt as if all ten of their eyes were focused on me in an attempt to burn my clothes from my body.

 

Becky leaned forward and placed her drinking glass on a small kidney shaped table. “Just the five of us,” she answered, “but Calvin Kramer used to be until we had to kick him out because he told his parents.”

 

“Alright! What’s it going to be then?” Vanessa said impudently to me.

 

“Huh?” I grunted again.

 

“Well if you don’t choose what you are going to do then we will think of something.” She clarified.

 

When I didn’t respond quick enough I saw Paul lean over and whisper something to Becky and Vanessa. With a nod from them both he jumped to his feet and with a single stride was standing in front of me. He reached down, took my glass and set it on the table next to Becky’s drink. Holding out his hand to me he instructed, “Stand up please.”

 

I glanced over to Jamie for assistance but his only response was to smile and shrug his shoulders. “Thanks a lot!” I thought but did not actually say it to him.

 

Paul reached down, took my hand and as he began to pull me to my feet Jamie reminded him, “Just remember he’s got broken ribs.”

 

Against my better judgment, I took his hand, rose to my feet and stood before him nervously quaking. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

 

I was so worked up that when Paul reached behind me and pulled me close to him, I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Will you relax?” He said.

 

I tried, I really did, but I was feeling very out of control and maybe a little scared too. When he placed his lips against mine and began to kiss me I still stood ridged and unsure what was next. But as it turned out, that was it!

 

“That’s all?” I said as Paul returned to his seat, leaving me standing there.

 

“Nope!” Becky said and then she too stood up, walked over to me and planted a really passionate kiss on me. It lasted much longer then Paul’s and I have to admit that I liked it; a lot!

 

After Becky came Noah, then Vanessa and finally Jamie. Each kissed me in their own way and each was good but none as good as Becky’s had been. When Noah came over to kiss me there was no hiding the fact that he had a stiff one too. Heck he seemed proud of it and as we kissed he reached behind me and pulled me into him so that his penis was thrust against me. When Noah backed away he smiled and said, “Yep! You’re a good kisser!”

 

The last one to kiss me was Jamie. While I had kissed him before, I had never done so in front of other people. I cocked my head to one side while he cocked his in the other direction and we kissed the longer then I kissed any of the others. As we were kissing he reached down, grabbed the front of my diaper and squeezed which nearly made me cum right then and there. I actually think that was his intention. With our lips locked together I felt him trying to slip his tongue into my mouth and after a moments hesitation I relented and let it in. He was the only one to do that, thankfully.

 

When Jamie and I were finished kissing he pulled away and said in a soft tone so that the others didn’t over hear him, “I think someone needs to be changed again!”

 

Before sitting back down Jamie said one more thing, loud enough for all to hear, “Welcome to the club!”

 

“Th-thanks!” I said and quickly sat back down. I still had a party going on inside my diaper and yearned to reach in to give it a few good tugs but I didn’t. After a few minutes the pressure inside my diaper decreased though I was still feel all warm and excited inside.

 

The conversation started back up almost immediately but it took on a whole different tone then before. Paul, seeming to take a commanding role sat forward on the sofa and asked me, “When do you want to go look for them?”

 

“Look for who?” I asked.

 

“Your friends!” Paul answered.

 

I was just not getting where he was going with this so I had to ask again, “Huh? What friends?”

 

Paul ran his hands through his hair, “Oh brother!” he groaned, “Jamie here said that you think you know where your two missing friends are.”

I looked at Jamie who at least had the courtesy to look sorry for sharing that bit of info.

 

“Simon!” Paul called my name to get my attention. “We may talk about sex and do stuff together something; but we are also friends and we take care of each other. We want to help you to go find your friends.”

 

“Yea! You’re alright in my book!” Noah added, “I’m with you! Let’s go!”

I found it hard to listen to Noah while he was sitting there with no pants on. Vanessa, Jamie and Becky all agreed with Noah.

 

I opened my mouth and tried to say something but realized I didn’t know what to say. Noah started to say something again and when he did I looked over at him and something on the television caught my eye. The sound was muted but even without the sound my attention was seized.

 

“Holy crap!” I shouted, “Quick! Turn that up!”

 

“Why?” Noah asked.

 

“Just turn it up!” I ordered as I jumped to my feet.

 

Noah picked up the remote and pressed the mute button in the middle of a special news bulletin, “. . . believe that this attack is gang related. The family members of victim have been notified. Again we are reporting that in what appears to be a gang related attack here in Riverside where three victims were beat and stabbed. Two of the victims were taken to Riverside Hospital and are reported to be in serious but stable condition while a third victim, Trevor Magilvery, a former member of the High School Panthers Foot Ball Team died in route to the hospital. We will have more on this story for you at during our 6 o’clock news hour. I’m Trisha Tackanomi reporting for channel 13 News.

 

“Who’s Trevor Magilvery?” Becky asked as the Special News Bulletin ended.

 

I sat back down and held my head from behind and began to rock back and forth.

 

“Simon?” Jamie put his arm around me. “You okay?”

 

“I-I d-don’t th-thing so!” I managed to say.

 

“Did you know him?” Vanessa asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“Who was it?” Noah asked.

 

“Th-that w-was T-two-Toes’ p-picture!” I said referring to the year book photo of Two-Toes that had been used during the news bulletin. “H-he w-was T-Tator a-a-and B-Bulls f-friend.”

 

“I think we better go home. Mom might be looking for us.” Jamie said.

 

“Yea okay!” Vanessa said standing up.

 

“I will call you guys when . . .” Jamie started to say.

 

“Yea okay!” Becky said.

 

 

Next Installment:

PART 3 – Sunday, March 07, 2004 – Room For Improvement

 

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