This is an excerpt of a work in progress. I don't know whether anyone out there wants to read it, but it is here for the taking. It is not so much a story of preteen sex and diapers as it is about the short life of a boy who has a lot of personal issues to deal with. His "death" is not meant to be the end at all. In fact, the continuing story will have him in a new and more fulfilling incarnation. It starts with the untimely end of an 18 year old young man who has to undergo a judgment of sorts before those in the afterlife decide where he should go. He isn't a bad person, but he is a very sensual, sexual person. His life in this world is short. With luck, his afterlife will be much happier. None of this story is based upon any real person. It is total fiction. All the characters and events are also fictional. I hope you enjoy it. I am having fun writing it. Let me know what you think. All that being said, I hope you enjoy my story. Prefyre Title: Beginnings and Ends Author: Prefyre Bi, gay, Strt, b/b, mast, b/g, W/b, M/b, Dprs, W&M, Lt B&D NOTE: This story includes sexual content which may not be appropriate for younger readers. Chapter 1 - Michael's End The damn clock tower wasn't helping any at all! I knew how late I was, but it wasn't my fault! My train was late and now I was going to be late for work. I was already 15 minutes late, and my boss expected my report on the concert on his desk first thing. I was already two weeks late with it, and now it was either on his desk, or I was in the unemployment line. So, I ignored the toll of the bells as I drug my briefcase and I off the train platform in search of a fast cab driver. Traffic was horrendous, but I thought I saw a cab across the street that was just off-loading it's charge. I didn't hesitate a moment, I charged into traffic and steamed toward the opposite side. I never knew what hit me! There was a moment of blinding, searing white pain, and then NOTHING! It was cold, dark, though there was light around me, but none I could go to or touch. It was a very strange feeling, especially since I wasn't feeling anything really. How I knew it was cold I don't even know, I just knew it was. I was thinking about how to get out of where ever the hell I was when I heard what sounded like a throat clearing; not a real sound, because near as I could tell, there wasn't any "sound" I could "hear", kind of like the light I couldn't go to. Anyway, you're waiting for a story, so.... I "turned" in place and before me was a beautiful vision, angelic. "He" (I couldn't distinguish for sure whether it was male or female, but it seemed to lean toward the male end of the spectrum) asked, "Why are you here?" Of course I wanted to know the same thing, so I answered with a question, "Where's here?" "Limbo, Michael. Why are you here?" He asked me again. I really wasn't in the mood for this shit, so I "yelled" back, "What the fuck is Limbo? And who the fuck are you?" Now, the lit figure in front of me seemed to get a bit angry at me for what I was doing, he seemed to glow orange, and he thought angry thoughts, "Michael, you are in Limbo, which means you died! I'm your guardian, and you are NOT supposed to be here!" Well, what the fuck! Damn sure I wasn't supposed to be here. My friend and I had a date tonight and this was going to put a serious chink in THOSE plans. I was a little pissed off too, "Well it ain't like I PLANNED this! What the hell am I supposed to do? You're my 'guardian' or whatever you call it, right? What's that mean?" I would have put my head in my hands and cried, but I realized that even though I felt normal, I had no hands... no head either for that matter. This was a little more than I could handle and so I DID start to cry. My "guardian" came closer, his aura lightened as it seemed his anger faded, "There, now, I'm sorry about this," he thought to me, which didn't help a damn bit. Through my "tears" I managed, "So if you're my guardian, and I'm dead, but I'm not supposed to be, how did it happen?" I thought I made sense, but my guardian seemed a bit confused. "You have control over your destiny, Michael, I am only a guide," he answered. He really wasn't helping and he seemed to be struggling with something. "You died because you thought you were late.... mmhmm. Then you thought you missed your train so you ran into the street... mmmhmm... That's where I did go to work... I made you hear the bells tolling, but you didn't listen. If you had, you would have realized you were early, NOT late. Oh and you never saw that bus coming did you?" I remembered the bus, the memory of the searing pain brought that memory back vividly now, I remembered seeing it, thinking I could beat it. It must have clipped me. I replied, "I saw it." Oh shit, what the hell was I going to do now? Then a memory from a movie I once saw came to me, "Hey, I wasn't supposed to die, right?" My guardian shook his head in the negative. "So, send me back!" My guardian's aura turned a little blue and he answered, "Michael, I can't do that." "Why?" He went on, "Because your body is... well it's..." "...it's what?" I prodded, already knowing the answer for the most part. "Ruined," he finished with finality. I was going through every negative emotion a dirty soul could ever have at that point, so I asked, "What happens now then, do I go to heaven, or....?" "No, you can't go to heaven yet. But you're not destined for hell yet either. That was why I was assigned to you, to straighten you out, so you could one day go to heaven," he answered. The main emotion now was fear, "Not....." I couldn't "say" it so I pointed down with a hand I didn't have. He seemed to understand anyway and he answered, "I don't think so, this is most unusual. Oh, by the way, you should have taken your watch, not your friend's. His was an hour behind yours." I remembered then that my best friend and I had bought our watches together, exactly alike. Oh poor Nick! We were supposed to meet after work and go out tonight. It had been a long time since I'd seen him and we were planning on some serious fun. After we graduated high school, Nick went to work in Philadelphia, where they were an hour ahead of us. We had both been busy with work and college, and tonight was to be our first night out together in a long time. There were a couple of "juice clubs" in the city where we planned a night of heavy partying. Nick had just gotten in last night and we spent the evening catching up before falling off to sleep. I must have picked his watch up from the table when I awoke this morning and thought it was mine. I was crestfallen. Here I was dead, and it seemed they didn't know what to do with me. Where exactly did that leave me? Is this where ghosts came from? Why did I only recently get a guardian angel (was he an angel?)? I had more questions than I could ask, and didn't know which to ask first. So I did the only thing I seemed good at right now... I "cried." When I was able to speak again (my guardian seemed quite patient) I asked the only question I thought would give me any current information. I figured the others could wait. "What's going to happen to me then, guardian?" I implored. "We're working on that now, Michael," he replied. That was all well and good, but what was I supposed to do in the meantime? For that matter, who the hell was "we?" So I asked the guardian that very question. "Don't blaspheme, Michael. Your language and habits were the reasons I was assigned to you in the first place. The problem we're having is that you may qualify for one or two positions, but your immaturity may make you unfit for them. I'm talking to them about it now, please be silent." Be silent? Immature? Who the fuck did he think HE was? Who did they think THEY were? Then it hit me... They were the ones who controlled my destiny. Many's the time I thought I would have plenty of time to get my shit together and make my peace with the Almighty before I took my last breath. I never thought I would check out so suddenly. Apparently they didn't either though, because now they were debating my faith. I decided I would wait it out silently. Shortly my guardian turned his attention to me. He asked, "Are you a good person, Michael?" "Of course. I mean I've made some mistakes in my day, but I never killed anybody, you know?" I answered. He went on, "They want me to put you to the Responsibility and Truthfulness Test." I was dumbfounded, "What the f...; he.... heck; is the Responsibility and Truth Test?" "TRUTHFULNESS. It is a test to see if you can be held accountable for your sins. It is a test to see what your state of mind was at the time they were committed. Afterward we will know what we can do with you," he said. "So this is my judgment day, then?" I asked, scared. He glowed brightly and said, "Maybe. Are you prepared." Of course I wasn't prepared. How the fuck could I be prepared when I wasn't even prepared to die. Since I didn't see where bringing that point up would help, I nodded. Chapter 2 - Michael's First Test Answers Guardian took more of a human than light shape. He looked very judgmental. "I thought St. Peter presided over judgment day," I stated kind of surprised. "I told you Michael, your situation is different. You're not supposed to be here yet. It is causing.... difficulties," he stated. "So you're deciding what's gonna happen to me then?" I asked. Guardian seemed impatient. He shook his head sadly, "No, Michael, the Committee is to decide your fate. Now please only answer my questions. You will answer truthfully. You will answer fully. This is your Test. This will determine your fate." Suddenly I could not seem to have a thought other than the guardian and his questions. My whole being was focused on him and whatever he wanted to know. It was scary. My "voice" answered, "Yes, Guardian." "Michael, you worshiped other than your God." I was compelled to answer; I was unable to stop the flow of thoughts as they rushed out. "I did not worship other than God, but I didn't really worship God either. I thought sometimes that He didn't exist." Guardian moved to the next question, "Michael, you disobeyed your mother and father." My life was being reviewed to the Commandments? Oh shit I was going to hell! The words flooded from my soul. "My parents were always after me to do things I didn't want to do. They thought it would be good to have things like chores and other work to do. I gave in only when I thought I would be punished for not completing my work. I loved them, but I did not tell them I loved them in the last year they were with me. I did not tell them I loved them before they died." I hadn't realized I hadn't told my parents that I loved them. I was ashamed. I hoped I would be able to see them now that I, too had passed to the next place. Guardian made no comment, just went on to the next part of the test. "Michael, you committed adultery, lied, coveted others property." There was no way I was going to admit to all of that. So I though, but the Truth flooded from my being, "I wanted Nicky to myself. But I loved girls too. So did Nick. We loved each other deeply, since we were kids. I loved many people, and didn't know the difference, at least in the beginning, between gay, bi and straight. I guess I was all of those things." My truths were making me very ashamed, but I knew the truth of this too, I was a sex fiend. I was addicted to sex, and I loved all of the different games I played, whether I wanted to play in the beginning or not. It all came flooding out. My heterosexual, bisexual and homosexual exploits all came out of my mind like I was shouting them, and I couldn't hold back: Seven years ago, I was in the locker room with Nicky, who was 11. We grew up in the same town, though he didn't live close enough to me to play together after school without getting a ride. He was my best friend and boy, did he had a great ass! I stared at it whenever I thought I had the chance. Pee-wee soccer had just ended and our coach always insisted we go into the locker room and shower afterward. Nicky had the cutest little ass over perfectly formed legs. His chest showed the beginnings of what he would grow into, I fine looking young man. He had no hair anywhere except on his head. His cock was small and uncut. I sexually matured early, so I had a little bit of pubes on my privates and my dick was bigger than his, and I was circumcised. When I looked at his ass especially, my cock would start to tremble. I didn't understand what was going on at the time, and I kept it to myself because I knew how embarrassing it was to have an erection in class with clothes on, let alone in a locker room with nothing but a towel around my package. Anyway, when Nicky got in the shower and soaped up his body, his perfection was enhanced. The only thing that marred his perfection in any way was that, except for during and after his showers, Nicky always smelled a little like he pissed himself. It didn't bother me, because I was allergic to most everything so I didn't really smell it much. It bothered others though, so Nick had a hard time making friends. The other boys called him piss-pants. Sometimes I would see him come into class and his eyes would be red. I thought he might have been crying, though I never asked him. I know he never cried when he was with me, and I stuck up for him when I was around. I knew that homosexuality was not normal because we talked about it in class, and I didn't think I was gay. I looked at girls in much the same way as I was now looking at Nick. If the right girl was close enough, or even if I smelled her, I would get hard. Nicky did that to me too, though, and I was kinda confused about it. At any rate it didn't seem to effect our friendship any, but he lived too far away for me to see him outside of school. Anyhow, I didn't actually do anything about how I felt about Nick until about a year later. We were in the showers after being late getting off the field. The other guys all got to go earlier. Coach caught me wrestling with Nick when we were supposed to be doing drills. So coach made us call our parents and tell them we were gonna be late, then he made us run a few extra laps at the end of practice. The only people left in the building at that time were the janitors and they were cleaning at the other end. They didn't come in the locker room until all us kids were gone. When I got in the shower Nicky was already there. He had started the water and his arm was held out feeling for the right temperature. Like me, Nicky was still breathing heavily and his lithe body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I was already excited by our wrestling match, which was interrupted by the laps coach made us run. I didn't feel like wrestling quite the same way any more. At 12, Nicky's perfection was even more apparent than last year. Neither one of us were especially big in stature (and would never be, but we had a cute boyishness that got us plenty of girls). His rounded ass was awesome. It was pale where his shorts didn't let it tan. His back and shoulders were rippled with just developing muscles. His legs were thin, but also muscular. His uncut cock hung longer than last time, and instead of being fully enclosed by his foreskin, the head kind of peaked out the end very cutely. My dick was hard as an iron rod. I was turned away from him so he couldn't see the effect he was having on me. We were alone, so there was no way he could have mistaken why I was so excited. I tried to take my mind off him as my shower water came to the right temperature, but fate (or whatever it is that makes these things happen) intervened. Nick was in the shower and I was doing my best to ignore him when suddenly there was commotion and a slapping sound beside me, followed by a pained yelp. I was at Nick's side in a minute, forgetting my own problems and thinking he wouldn't notice in his moment of pain. Nick had slipped on the tile floor and fell right on his left hip. When I got to him he was lying on the floor, wincing and holding his hip. I leaned over him as my cock was deflating from my concern for Nick's injury. Unfortunately my half-hard prick slapped against his right leg as I leaned over for a look at his sore hip. His flank was bruised but it looked like he was going to be okay. I started to get up, but Nick grabbed my arm. He was no longer showing signs of pain, but his look was weird. He looked wanting. He took my hand in his and lowered it to his cock, which was hard, even though it was still a little boy's dick. He now had sparse hair around the base of it and it was getting hard, and hot. He whispered, "Thanks, Mike, but this is hurting more than my hip right now.'" I had never touched another person's penis before, and I was taken aback. I told him I wasn't sure what he needed. He answered, "Yeah you know all right, Mike. You been teasing the shit out of me for weeks. You get hard every time you look at me. I get the same way when I look at you." Normally I would have laughed it off as a joke, because Nick and I used to joke around about the other one being gay. His lust filled green eyes showed that he wasn't joking though. He was horny. His cock was big, about 5 1/2" long and thicker than mine. Puberty was being good to my slim friend. He pressed my hand to his hard cock and moved it in a rotating motion. I took over, my own prick rising to the occasion, and started to slowly massage the underside of his beautiful penis. The shower continued to roll over us but we didn't notice. My cock got all the way to it's 6" and started to pulsate my desire. Nicky's got all slick on the slit and he was moaning softly, his breath getting ragged. Everything that happened next was spontaneous, hormonal sexual release. Nick started pushing back against my hand and his breathing got even faster. Before two minutes were up, he arched hard into the palm of my hand and began to grunt. His penis was pulsing thick ropes of semen into the palm of my hand as he jammed his hips into my hand. It's a good thing we were in the shower because he made quite a mess and I figured it wouldn't be long before I, too spurted cum everywhere. I couldn't help myself, as he came down off his sex high, his face became peaceful and I HAD to kiss him. I always thought a girl would be my first kiss, but I'm not sorry it was my best friend. He was a helluva kisser. I hadn't given up on girls, but Nick was there, we were alone, and no one ever had to know. Besides, all the girls in class looked at us boys as children, since they matured earlier. Their friendship with most of us boys seemed forced and fake. Nick was genuine and so was his excitement. His sperm was all over my hand and his belly, and I knew it was a special moment for him, too so I lightly placed my lips on his and began to kiss him lovingly. I brushed against his lips first, and he was a little surprised, but he caught on quickly. As our lips crushed together his lips parted slightly and he quickly darted his tongue in my mouth. I liked that a lot and as we lay there in the shower, the water running over our teenaged bodies, I was French kissing a person for the first time in my life, and it seemed I was doing a good job. I was so excited that my animal instincts took over. At first I draped my leg over his softening dick and as we kissed I found a rhythm against his thigh. I thrust my 13 year old cock against his leg in uncontrollable spasms of horniness. He grabbed me hard and pulled me atop him. My dick was now touching his and the head of my penis was dipped into the leftover sperm on his belly. As I became more excited, I moaned into his mouth my pleasure. He kneaded my ass cheeks, my balls began to rise into their sacks and he moaned back as his cock responded anew beneath me. I was just about over the edge when he stuck his finger right into my ass hole. I groaned loudly into his mouth and started to squirt my sperm into the puddle that was already on his belly. I must have came a quart. I felt the cum running between us, then down his side and onto the tile shower floor. I collapsed on top of him and we just laid there for a minute, catching our breath. His cock was hard again now, though, and I knew just what he needed. I reached my hand between our cum slick bodies and fingered the tip of his uncut penis. Just then, there was a noise as the gymnasium door opened and the coach called out to us asking if we were going home tonight. We quickly parted and cleaned the mess off our stomachs as our penises deflated. Yes sir, Nick was one beautiful boy. We got dressed and went home. I didn't know whether to call Nick or not. We didn't say another word to each other after the shower. I thought we should talk and be certain we agreed that our play together should remain between us. Especially I didn't want to lose my best friend just because I couldn't control my cock. Chapter 3 - Nicky's Nappies I was dumping my whole childhood sex life out to guardian and I didn't seem able to stop. Any time I would wind down and get quiet, guardian would re-invoke whatever magic he used to make me open up like I was and the next story would come pouring out. Guardian simply said, "Go on Michael," and go on I did: Nicky didn't wait for me to call him, instead he called me and asked me to come over, because he wanted to talk. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I thought being at his house would be okay because I didn't think he would have called me if he still didn't like me. I figured we would talk about how we shouldn't have done what we did, then we would agree not to anymore. I was kind of upset by this, but didn't want to admit it. I told him I would be over as soon as I could get my big sister to drive me over (My mom and dad were still working and sis usually took me placed if she felt like it). Karen gave me a hard time about being a pain in the ass little brother, but relented after I told her I'd do the dishes for her. I don't know why she always had to be so mean, but there wasn't anything I could do to change her, so.... Anyway, I did my sister's chores and she drove me over Nicky's. My little sisters were with mom and dad so we didn't have to worry about sitters or anything. The whole ride over I was nervous about what happened earlier today. I didn't want to lose a friend over a mistake, so I was ready to tell him we didn't have to do any touching anymore if he didn't want to. It wasn't that I felt what we did was a mistake, but he might not feel the same way. I didn't have to worry. When we got there, Nick was hanging out the front door. He shouted to the car asking if it was okay for me to spend the night since it was Friday and we were off school for the weekend. I yelled back I didn't bring any extra clothes, but Nick said I could borrow some of his since we were pretty close to the same size. Karen reminded me to do as I was told while I was at Nick's and I was overjoyed, thinking I could sneak a jerk-off or two during the night when no one would know and Nick was close by. Nick walked into the living room and threw himself on the couch. He had on a pair of loose pajama pants and they did nothing for his boyish figure. Everything looked so lumpy in contrast to the beautiful smooth body I had cum all over earlier. I asked him where his mom and dad were and he said they had gone out to dinner. I was a little surprised at this, and looked at him kinda funny. He said his big sister, Jade was watching him, but that his parents knew I was coming over. He also said Jade was a bit of a bully but otherwise she was okay. He said his mom and dad were so surprised he wanted a friend over that they told him I could stay as long as I wanted. I had never thought of it before, but all my contact with Nicky was in school or on the soccer field, and most recently, in the locker room. Nicky handed me a soda and started to talk. I had no clue about where he was going with this, but I somehow knew my life would be changed from here on in. He told me he had different feelings about me since this afternoon and he wanted to talk about it. I knew exactly how he felt. I really felt weird sitting there next to him, undressing him with my eyes. He touched my chin and lifted my head so my eyes were on his instead of his crotch. He said, "Mike, I really like you lots, but there's things about me you need to know. I really liked what we did this afternoon, and I think you did too." I nodded, but was still at a loss to find words, so he went on. "Mike, I'm the same age as you. We're both got new big dicks, and I really liked rubbing out with you today. I would like to do it again, would you?" Still speechless, my head began again to descend to his cock, but he grew frustrated and lifted my head to his beautiful green eyes again. I asked him, "Where's your sister?" I licked my lips and waited for him to answer. I was slightly bigger than Mike and a plan was forming in my horny mind. He said she was in her bedroom with the door closed and the stereo was on. I made like I suddenly needed to use the bathroom and dashed down the hall. I didn't know where the bathroom was though and I wound up in Nicky's bedroom instead. What I couldn't have known at the time was that the room I was in was Nick's. It was all done up in pastels and the bed had bars on it. It looked like an oversized nursery. I turned and Nick was at the door with a sad look on his face. His ears were red, and he didn't seem to be able to meet my eyes. I asked, "What Nick? And who's room is this?" He quietly replied, "It's mine, Mike. This is what I wanted to tell you about." I was really confused. Here was my best friend. In fact, I thought I was in love with him or something, and he seemed to be telling me that his parents made him sleep in a nursery. Even more important at the time, my feigning needing to piss was becoming a true need. I asked him where the bathroom was and he led me to a room with a sink and a bathtub. I looked around and there was no toilet to be seen. I knew that some houses had the toilet in a different place, so I turned to Nick and asked him where it was. He told me his parents took it out a few years back because it wasn't needed and the space in the room could be put to better use. In the place he pointed to was a huge table that looked like what my mom used to use when she changed my little sister, Sadie's diaper. I looked back at him in a funny way I guess, because he just shrugged and turned back into his bedroom. Now I really had to pee, so I followed him out and asked him where I could go. Nick said he didn't have any place for me to go and sat down heavily on the bed. I remembered then that whenever I was hard, I couldn't pee, so I decided to get frisky with Nick to see if that would take my mind off my urinary distress. I decided I didn't have to pee right then as my cock was rising with the idea that I could have some play time with Nicky in his room (even though it did look like a big baby's room). I did a quick flying tackle and caught my friend on his shoulder, knocking him over backwards on the oversized crib. Before he could recover, I grabbed the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down over his bottom, exposing what I'd hoped would be his gorgeous pale rear end. Instead I was met by something even paler and I breathed, "Holy shit, Nick, you're wearing a towel around your privates." Nicky sobbed and said, "Yeah that's what I wanted to tell you, but it's a diaper, not a towel. And I HAVE to wear it. You know how they call me piss-pants in school?" I nodded, speechless. He went on, "You can leave now if you want, but please don't tell anybody. I can't do anything it. My mom and dad make me wear it." I didn't understand what Nick was trying to tell me, and I was really confused as to why he was crying. I rolled him over, leaving his diapered bottom exposed and looked into those wonderful green eyes and asked him why he was crying. He told me that he wanted to be my friend, and that he really liked touching me, but he didn't want me to be surprised and find out about his diapers from his sister or someone else. I was still confused, never having met anyone other than a baby who wore a diaper and I said I didn't understand. He finished shucking off his pajama pants revealing a full sized cloth diaper complete with pins and large rubber pants. He said that he had to wear them to bed because he was a bedwetter. He said I needed to know everything about him if we were going to play together. Being 13 didn't give me whole lot of life experience, so I asked him what he meant. He told me he wet the bed at night and had all his life. He said he tried everything to stop, like alarms, not drinking, even pinching his penis with a clamp (shudder), but nothing worked. No matter what, he would always wake up with a wet bed. He said that at first his dad thought he was just trying to get his mom to feel sorry for him, but when they took him to the doctor's office, they found out that Nick actually had a medical condition that made it impossible for him to hold his urine when he slept. He had a defective sphincter muscle (or something like that)around the tube that allows most people to hold their pee. His muscle had a scar that caused it to be impossible to completely close and his piss came out and he couldn't stop it. He said he was able to control the problem to small trickles during the day by limiting what he drank, but at night, his bladder filled to overflowing before he could wake up and he would pee himself. He said he was real embarrassed about it, but that I had to know. Now I knew why my perfect best friend smelled of urine all the time. He was constantly peeing himself. That also explained his thicker than usual underpants that I'd seen him wearing. They were actually oversized trainers! I really didn't know how to handle it, but even more important at this point was finding a bathroom before I pissed all over MYSELF. I told him this, but he said he didn't have the key to his parent's room, and his sister wouldn't let me use hers. I was really bad and looked at the bathtub. Nicky said that I shouldn't because his sister would blame him, but if I didn't have any choice, it would be all right. He would just take it. I said, "Nicky, we can rinse it down the drain after I'm done." He said that wouldn't work because he wasn't allowed to run the water in there now because he was ready for bed now. I wondered why he was ready for bed so early, but at the time my bladder was full. This was getting serious, and I told him so. He told me there was a bathroom downstairs, off the hall. I would never make it and told him that too. Then he got an idea. He asked me to stay on the bed and then he went into his bathroom. I jittered my leg up and down, and clamped my hand down on my barely controlled penis as I waited for his return. He came through the door with a white bundle and told me to lay down. Well there was no way I was gonna let him put any diaper on me and I told him so! He surprised me, nodded and sadly told me to go ahead and pee in the tub. I couldn't get him in trouble though, so I told him I would kill him if he ever told anyone, then I laid down on the bed and undid my belt. He smiled and moved my hands from the top of my jeans. He undid the button and began sliding the zipper down. The further the zipper went down, the further up my cock went. I was feeling a little weird about the diaper thing, but he was cute, in a nappy or not, and I wanted to please him. He shucked off my jeans and left me lying there a moment with my cock pulsing, trying to burst out the top of my underpants. At least I had my need to pee under control, at least temporarily. He grasped my briefs by the elastic and shucked them off me causing my dick to swing back against my lower belly with a dull slap. We both giggled at my predicament. Nicky had his hand open and as I watched I thought he might jack me off right there, when suddenly his sister barged into the room. "Nicky Lupa, just what do you think you're doing?" She yelled. I looked over at his sister. Even angry Jade was gorgeous. She had Nicky's green eyes, but she definitely did NOT have a boyish figure. She was 15 and a boy's wet dream. Her tits were perfect, her ass had a little curve to it, and I thought I would like to kiss her, even when she was mad, like now. Unfortunately at that point none of that mattered. Nick had just instinctively pulled his hand away from my privates and there I was, naked below the waist, my cock deflating quickly. Nick looked at her and hollered back, "Geez, Jade! How many times I gotta tell ya not to barge in my room like that? You scared the shit out of me!" Jade softened only a little and answered, "When you stop playing around with diapers, you baby. I can't believe you were playing with a dick! So, you're a GAY diaper boy." Then she saw the pile of diapers, "You can't put those on him you know. Mom and dad will have a fit." Well at that time I didn't care a damn about anything. My prick was completely deflated now and my bladder was about to burst. If I didn't get moving quickly, I was going to mess Nicky's bed. I pushed him out of the way, grabbed my privates in the universal signal of "I gotta go," and ran towards Nick's bathroom for the tub. Jade intercepted me though and said, "Mike, you can't use this bathroom, there's no toilet." She fished in her pocket for a key and gave it to me, then she went on, "Just go down the hall and on the right you'll see a bathroom. Use the key on the door and you can use they're toilet, but lock it on your way out. Nicky's not allowed to use a toilet because he makes too much of a mess." I hustled down the hall, doing the "I Gotta Go Mombo." I only got about halfway down the hall when my bladder let loose. Urine began streaming down my legs and outside my cupped hands of it's own volition. I did the only thing a 13 year old who was pissing himself in front of a beautiful girl could do. I let it finish streaming out my cock tube and I cried. Sobbed was more like it. My body wracked with sobbing the likes I couldn't remember. I just wanted the world to gobble me up right there, my embarrassment was so great. Jade's mouth was wide open. I was crushed. Nicky had a tear running down his cheek (I asked him later why and he told me he knew just how I felt). "Damn, Mike, what the hell's the matter with you?" She asked. Then she disappeared into her own bedroom and came out with a small stack of towels. She through them at me, shook her head and started to turn and walk away when the phone rang. Jade ran for the phone and left me to clean up the mess I'd made. As I was sopping up the pungent yellow liquid that was the cause of my embarrassment, Jade came into the hallway with the portable phone. I overheard her conversation with her mom. "No, I'm sure he didn't mean to..... No, he's a real nice kid, this is the first trouble I've had...." I was thinking as the towels became yellow with my soaked up urine that all I wanted right now was to go home. Jade went on, "I don't want to make him do anything he doesn't want to do, but Nick was putting one on him when I walked in his bedroom..... It's nothing I can't handle, mom..... Yes, I'm sure..... I might have to do another load of wash, or even go to the store, but you and dad left us plenty of money..... No I think you guys need to get away. I can handle everything..... He's a great kid, and he's getting along great with Nicky despite his problem.... I'll handle everything, don't worry.... He can stay all weekend if he wants to..... No, I know why you won't open your bathroom, and mine is off limits, too..... Mike can decide what he wants to do..... Okay mom, give dad a kiss for me...... Love you too, have fun, bye." I finished sopping up my piss and was standing there holding three towels full of my own liquid. Jade told me to take them to Nick's room and put them in the diaper pail. Nick was sitting on his bed. He seemed upset, but I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing, went over to the covered plastic white diaper pail, opened the lid and placed the wet towels in. Jade was right on my heals, and nodded approvingly before turning her attention to Nick. "I'm sorry I yelled at you Nicky," she said, "I wasn't aware how bad Mikey needed that diaper." Nick seemed to brighten at that, though he still didn't say anything. Then Jade turned to me, "Mikey, you and I have a problem. Now, we have rules here about who gets to use what bathrooms. Daddy won't let me let any boys in my bathroom. He says it's got something to do with what brothers do to their sisters when they see them naked. I don't know what he's worried about because I have no intention of doing anything with skinny butt over there," she pointed back at Nick, whose butt was thin, but hardly "skinny". "Anyway, that means you're not allowed to use my bathroom and daddy and mommy said I have to hold on to the keys to their bathroom until they get back. That leaves you three choices. Number one, you can go home. Number two, you have to use the downstairs bathroom, but you have to be able to make it. And number three, you can stay and wear a diaper like Nick does. It's up to you. I'll let you and Nick talk it over and you can come to my room when you're ready. Don't forget to knock." I really didn't want to share the rest of this part of my life with the guardian. He didn't seem to be making any judgments to this point, but many would think that the next part of my life was quite private. I personally didn't think I did anything wrong, especially given the emotionally painful turn my life was about to take. I stopped my story at this point hoping the guardian would let me stop 'talking' about it. It wasn't to happen though as guardian looked into me and thought, 'Go on Michael.' Chapter 4 - Cocoon "Please Guardian, don't ask this of me!" I sobbed, "Send me to hell, if you must, but don't make me tell this part." "I must Michael. We cannot make a decision about you until we know all there is to know of you. GO ON Michael." The compulsion was strong; my sobs subsided so that I was able to continue my story: Nick stood up and walked over to his stereo. His rubber pants crinkled a little when he walked. I realized I hadn't noticed it before. He leaned down, the stark white of the diaper beneath pressed against his pants outlining his ass beneath the cloth. Nicky punched on the stereo and a rock tune played. Nick didn't seem to be really listening as he turned it down to background music. I felt kind of embarrassed standing there staring at Nicky with my cock and balls in the breeze. I was still sobbing softly and silently. Nicky looked up at me for a minute, then turned away. "You wanna call your house, Mike?" he asked. I looked at him, he looking down at his bed and fiddling with the pastel blue covers and asked back, "Why?" Nicky began to sob too then and he cried, "Oh God, Mike, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I was just trying to help. I don't blame you if you never want to see me again!" He dropped his face into his covers and started to cry hard. I could hear the pain in his sobs. I said, "No, no, no, Nicky! You didn't do anything wrong. I know that! I guess I have DO to go home though." That filled me with a sadness I didn't understand. After all that had happened in the last hour, any twelve year old boy would be confused. Nicky stopped crying so hard and wiped his face in his blankets, then he turned without picking his head up off the bed. He looked stunning. His body was hidden beneath his shirt, but I knew what it felt like to be close to that wonderful body and I was starting to ache to be near him again. He gathered himself together and said, "I understand about you wanting to go home. But please, please, don't tell anyone about...." He looked down at his diaper. "Nicky, I wouldn't tell a soul, I swear. Not ever! Not even if I was tortured!" I hoped that was enough to convince him that his secret was safe with me. He looked relieved, so I guess he believed me. He said, "You wanna go downstairs and call home then?" I didn't really want to go home. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure I didn't want to go. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to stay with my best friend. Then the phone rang. I heard Jade's door open and she walked down the hall and picked the phone up. I couldn't hear what was being said. A minute or two later she came and knocked quietly on Nick's door, "Mike, are you still in there?" she asked. That was the first time she called me Mike today. I answered, "Yes." She opened the door slowly. Her face was drawn. She looked upset about something. She said, "The phone is for you." A tear was forming in the corner of her eye as she approached me with the phone. I was scared to take it from her because of how she looked, but I put my hand out slow and took it anyway. I put the earpiece to my ear and answered it, "H... h... hello?" It was my sister, Karen. She was sobbing out of control, hardly able to talk at all. She said mom and dad were in a car wreck. She said they had dropped our sisters off at Aunt Joan and Uncle George's, then they were going shopping. They were in a wreck on the way. She said a tractor trailer hit them and they never had a chance. She said Uncle George was coming to the house to pick us up and that I needed to be home right away. I was in such shock that all I could do was murmur that I would be ready to be picked up. Karen said she would show Uncle George how to get there. My shock was so complete that I don't even remember crying. The next week went by in a blur and stupor as we buried my mom and dad. I remember feeling guilty that I didn't feel the sorrow at their passing that my older sister felt. I thought I was a "big boy" but I had a hard time grasping the permanence of the loss of my parents. My aunt and uncle moved in with us because our house was larger than theirs. The boys slept in the same room and the girls were split between the other two kids' bedrooms. I was on automatic in all but one sense. I did my chores. I went back to school, I did my homework and sat out looking at the stars, wishing my mom and dad back. Uncle George and Aunt Joan were very understanding and sympathetic. They gave me my space. Basically they left me alone because I didn't really want to talk about anything. I think they were getting worried though. You see, I started to wet the bed. Now I know you're probably thinking that I was doing it on purpose because I wanted to be like Nick, but that was the farthest thing from my mind. In fact I was a bit fascinated that I had found it so strange that Nick was a bedwetter and now I was in the same boat, though my problems appeared to be mental. I had even avoided seeing Nick because I didn't want to feel like I had to admit to him that I was now a bedwetter too. We seriously tried everything we could to stop. I stopped drinking anything hours before bed. I would awake parched, but nonetheless wet. We tried alarms, but they didn't seem to wake me in time. One time I woke to the alarm, but my pants were already soaked. I have no idea how long the alarm rang before I noticed it. We tried a clamp but all that did was hurt my penis, so I had a wet bed and a black and blue penis. We went to the pediatrician. He did all kinds of tests (the needles hurt bad) but he didn't find anything wrong. The doctor sent me to another kind of doc that I found out later was a child psychologist. She was nice, but she said I was otherwise normal for a child who had lost his parents traumatically. I didn't think I was normal though, I was mad at them for leaving me. It took a long time for me to forgive them, but the psychologist DID help me with that. I had sleep tests. Finally everyone decided that as a defense, my mind was putting me into such a deep sleep that I didn't feel the need to urinate before it overflowed and I wet. She said that I would eventually outgrow it, and to try and make me as comfortable with it as possible. That was when I got my own diapers. You might think after my experience with Nick that I would look forward to the diapers, but this was almost six months after that and I wasn't looking at it in an exciting way anymore. Maybe it was because before I didn't need them, but now that I DID, I didn't like the idea. At any rate, when the disposable oversized Pampers came into the house, I broke into tears and ran to my room while yelling I wasn't going to wear them. How could they do this to me? How could my parents have left me like this? I threw myself on my bed and cried as hard as I think I ever have. I heard Uncle George and Aunt Joan in the living room talking to each other, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Karen and my younger sister Sadie came in the room. At 17, Karen was quite a beautiful woman to me, but the pain of it was she looked so much like mom that I had been having a hard time talking to her lately without feeling the loss of mom. At 10, Sadie was a lot of energy pent up and ready to explode it seemed, but she too felt our parents loss. She was especially close to dad, and talked about what they did together a lot. She also talked about what she would do with him when she joined them in heaven, which gave me the creeps. Anyhow, Karen stayed just inside the door, since we weren't talking so much lately, and asked me if I was okay. I bit her head off even though she didn't deserve it and told her to leave me alone. She did just that without another word. She turned and walked out. It would be days before I was able to face her and apologize for being such a little shit. Sadie didn't leave, though. Instead she walked over and set next to me on the bed and put her hand on my back. She whispered, "Mike, it's ok for you to be mad about having to wear diapers. I don't like wearing big girl pants either, but Aunt Joan says I hafta cuz if I don't I'll get blood all over my clothes and people will talk about me." I had no idea what the Sadie was talking about right then, but this was the first time since our parents died that she reached out to me. The worst part of it was I should have been the one to reach out to her since I was two years older. It hit me how selfish I had been to her and Lori, my 11 year old sister, not to mention Karen who had always treated me nice. I decided at that moment that no matter how bad my own situation was, I wasn't going to take it out on my sisters or my cousins, who had been very accommodating since their whole lives had gotten turned upside down by the loss of my parents. I looked up through reddened eyes at my baby sister and rolled to my back. I worked up the balls to stop crying and put my arm around Sadie, saying, "Sadie I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad. You and Karen and Lori have been so nice to me, and I've been nasty. Please forgive me." Sadie looked at me and smiled and said, "You're not nasty, Mike. You're just sad. Me and Lori are sad too. Karen says she's okay, but I think she's real sad too." Karen... How was I going to get up the courage to apologize to her? Like I said, it would take days for me to figure out how, but at this point I figured it was enough to say I was sorry to Sadie. "Well," I said, "you might not think I'm nasty, but I sure have been. I miss mom and dad so much, I cry to sleep a lot at night." "Is that why you wet the bed all the time, Mike?" she asked innocently. At first I had a flash of anger, but then I realized it wasn't her fault and I took a quick breath to let the emotion go. "Maybe, Sadie, I'm not sure. Neither is anyone else. I hate this! I hate my body!" I exclaimed. Sadie looked at me unhappily and said, "Mike, how can you hate yourself? You have the prettiest body I ever saw. Look," and she placed her hands on my chest and began to massage my chest muscles, she said, "Look at your pretty chest." I wished she would say something like handsome instead of "pretty," but the massage was feeling wonderful. All I did was make a little sigh and she moved lower, "And your tummy is soft, but you got six-packs. None of the kids in my class have six-packs like you!" She kept massaging me and to my utter disbelief, my cock began to rise from the sensual contact. I was both enjoying the sensations my little sister was bestowing upon me and embarrassed at the ease with which my base instincts were taking over. I tried to hide it from Sadie, but as I rolled over to cover myself her hand moved lower and her palm covered the tip of my prick. I was mortified, and my ears were burning from the embarrassment, though my dick betrayed my horniness and stayed hard as a steel pole. Sadie lightly ground her hand into my crotch and I moaned uncontrollably. She exclaimed, "Wow, I heard 'bout it, but I never felt one before! Does it hurt?" "No," I moaned. Far from it, she was stimulating a part of my I hadn't touched except to pee since before mom and dad died. I said, "No, it feels great." Sadie was curious, "That feels good? Wow! How about this." Then she quickened her pace and for the moment I totally forgot about my problems and gave in to the sensations my wonderful little sister was bestowing upon my rigid cock. But I knew Aunt Joan and Uncle George wouldn't approve, so I made a token effort at resistance (yeah, right!). I said, "Sadie, we probably shouldn't do this." She only quickened her pace as my body responded by pressing up into her hand and asked, "Why, if it makes you feel good. You been feelin' so bad lately." All I could do is grunt as I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes (I'd never noticed how pretty they were beneath her golden locks) and pressed my hips harder into her hand. My pants were wet through now from the pre-cum dribbling out my dick slit. I was getting ready to blow right there in my pants! "Sadie, I'm gonna cum.... Oh... Unnhh!" "Your what?" she asked as she stroked me through my blue jeans. I don't think she noticed what was happening beneath the palm of her hand. With that I let out a series of boy-grunts as I came in pants at the unknown behest of my sibling lover. It just kept coming and coming and Sadie asked, "Mike, what's wrong?" I said, "Ungh... noth.... ahhhh... nothin'.... mmmmmnn." Spent my hips fell back to the bed. At this point Sadie seemed to notice something awry under the palm of her hand and started to take her hand away when Aunt Joan's voice suddenly echoed down the hall, "Mike, are you all right?" Oh shit! If Aunt Joan saw what I had just done with Sadie, she'd be super pissed... I didn't know what to do so I told Sadie, "Get out quick and don't let Aunt Joan see ya!" Sadie started to protest but I said, "Please, Sadie... It's important... Now GO!" So she quickly snuck out and on her way she brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it. The last thing I saw as she squeezed out the door was her taking a lick off the palm of her hand. Oh shit! I looked down at the spreading wet spot on my pants and I heard Aunt Joan ask Sadie if she knew where I was. Sadie said she was in the bathroom and didn't see me, but that my bedroom door was closed. Thankfully our hallway had a corner in it where the addition was put on the house years ago and Aunt Joan hadn't seen that Sadie was actually in my bedroom. A couple seconds later Aunt Joan was outside my door, knocking, "Michael, are you in there?" I was scared out of my mind. If she saw what I did in my pants, she would kill me! I stalled for time while I decided what to do. I rolled to my stomach in case she insisted on coming in and cried, "I don't wanna talk!" She knocked lightly again and it was a good thing I rolled over because then she opened the door and stepped inside my room. My cock was shrunk to tiny now as I tried to figure out what to do. Aunt Joan said, "Michael, we need to talk." She sat on the bed. I answered, "I don't want to right now." I was frantically trying to find a way out of my "mess." Aunt Joan rubbed my back. I peed. That's right, I couldn't think of anything to do to hide what I'd done and I would rather be yelled at for something they KNOW I do than for something else, so I pissed myself while she sat there. It wasn't difficult to do either because since I'd just finished blowing a big load of jism in my pants, my bladder was telling me it was time to empty anyhow. So I let it flow and soaked my bed for the second time that day. Aunt Joan said quietly, "Mike, I know this thing about wearing diapers is bothering you, but you needn't be ashamed. A lot of boys have this problem. It almost always clears up before they're adults." At that point, as if on cue, the puddle I left beneath me soaked across the sheets to Aunt Joan's butt. It served her right really, since I told her I didn't want company, but she didn't see it that way. She got angry and whacked me hard right on my ass. She yelled, "Michael, you are out of control boy! Look at the mess you've made! How can you tell me you won't wear diapers when you can't even control yourself awake?" I answered the way any 12 year old kid would answer, I said, "I don't know." "Well I DO know. This is how it's going to be, young man. You will wear your diaper at all times while you're in this house. Any more accidents and you'll wear them all the time! Am I understood?" My ass was burning, my eyes watering, and I was trying my best not to sob out loud, so all I could do was nod. She went on, "Now get off that wet bed right now Michael. And while you're at it, get those sopping clothes off!" "Please, Aunt Joan," I pleaded, "I don't want to...." WHACK! Now I was sobbing uncontrollably. She got me again a good one and I backed away. Aunt Joan was not a small woman. Her hand was hard as any wooden paddle, and my butt was stinging. She looked at me levelly and said, "Off, now." She said that quietly and I knew there was going to be no further argument. I took my pants off. I was wet and cold. My cock was shriveled up against my pubic bone. I must have looked much the baby. She ordered, "Now stand there and don't move." She then stripped off the sheets and blankets and left the room. I stood there shivering, afraid to breathe let alone twitch. My ass was stinging, I was naked and cold, and I knew my aunt wasn't through with me yet. She came back into the bedroom with the Pampers bag in her hand. She put a towel down on the bed and said, "On the bed." I slowly went to the bed and sat on the towel, I implored, "Aunt Joan, please don't...." She meant to diaper me, in the middle of the afternoon! "Not one more word Mike, I mean it. I'll warm your butt more for you if you don't do as I say, when I say it. It's time you started making like easier for the rest of this house. I know you miss your parents, so do I. But you have to go on. Now, until you can control yourself, you will wear these at all time while you're at home." "But, Aunt Joa...." WHACK! "Owwww!" I cried and went to put my hand down to my bare rear where she had hit me again. But Aunt Joan swatted my hand away and deftly grabbed my legs and lifted my bottom off the bed. I didn't dare try to resist as she had already shown she was willing to smack my bare ass no matter how old I was. Not only that, Aunt Joan was not a small woman. As a nurse, she hossed around elderly people three and four times my size every day. She slipped a Pamper under my ass and put my legs back down. She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of baby powder. I started to open my mouth to speak, but a stern look from Aunt Joan silenced me. My privates cooled and I felt the soft powder sprinkle down over my balls and into my ass crack. Then she pulled the front of the diaper over and fastened the tapes snugly. "There, now. How's my Mikey feel?" she asked. Glumly I replied, "Fine." She said, "Good. Now here's the rules. You will wear your diapers at all times, except at school, until you are able to stay dry for the duration of the diaper period. If you stay dry in the daytime for a week, we'll take you out of diapers in the day time. Then when you stay dry for a week at night, we'll do the same. Do you understand?" I nodded. She said, "Good. And Mikey, I really am sorry you're having bladder control problems. It will get better though, one way or the other." She didn't wait for me to say anything more. She just walked out of the room leaving the Pampers and powder sitting on my bed. I looked down at myself and marveled at how comfortable the diapers felt. The snugness was overwhelming. The diaper only barely fit around me. It was a good thing I was fairly small for my age. I ran my hands over the plastic and checked out the wetness stripe. I was excited in a way I shouldn't have been. There was only one thing left for me to do; I started pissing in it, smiling as the warm liquid trickled around my privates to pool between my legs before it soaked in. As the diaper front stained yellow, I decided it couldn't be too bad, this wearing a diaper, and I thought of Nick.