A BODYGUARD FOR BOBBY --------------------- Chapter 1 -- Introduction ------------------------- Hi, My name is Jeff. I am a Sophomore at St. Bruno's High. I was only one of three Sophomores to make the varsity football team. I am not first string, but I did get into a couple of games when the outcome was not in doubt, and even scored a touchdown as a halfback. I can really run well when my teammates knock down those other guys who are trying to kill me. Well my story is not about football, but I wanted you to know that there are some things I do kind of good, er... well. Anyway, as you can see I am not very good at English grammar, but what I really stink at is Mathematics, and my poor grades in math might get me kicked off the football team. My social life was pretty good. I had several friends and being on the football team gave me some status among the other Sophomores. I had attended several dances and the girls seemed to like me and I liked them, but I wasn't going girl crazy like some of my classmates were doing. What was disturbing this year was that I found myself being attracted to this freshman whom I saw occasionally between classes and at lunch break. The problem was the freshman was not a girl but a guy, and the only word I could use to describe him was that he was very cute. I hated to think in those terms, but worse I didn't want to think I was a homo or something. I hate using that word also, but those were the thoughts I had when this little kid kept getting my attention. I didn't know his name and I didn't know where he lived, and I didn't even know how to find out without raising suspicion, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help but keep his image in my mind when I would be daydreaming in class or home trying to study or even when taking a break at football practice. I found myself staring at him when I saw him and even wondered if he knew that I was doing it. Probably not. At night, he appeared in my thoughts and fantasies until I drifted off to sleep. Oh, and one thing more you need to know about me is that I am a Catholic (St. Bruno's is a Catholic school), and my mom and dad are very religious, and they make me go to church every Sunday with them. That's not so bad, but Catholics don't seem to tolerate "other" lifestyles and are pretty well dead set against what they think is abnormal, so I also started to have some guilt feelings about liking this boy whom I didn't even know because of that. Secretly I hoped these feelings would go away, and secretly I hoped they wouldn't. Ain't life confusing!!?? Chapter 2 -- Face to Face -------------------------- Fate has a way of bringing things to conclusions whether we choose so or not, and my story really begins on one of those occasions when I saw this kid after school going home. I used to wait around after classes got out, just so I could see him and most of the time I did, and there was usually somebody there in a car to pick him up, but sometimes he just walked home (or it appeared he was walking somewhere which I guessed was home). This was one of those walking days, and even though I thought I was being crazy, I decided to follow him from a distance. It didn't seem logical, but I was almost obsessing about this kid, and at least I would find out where he went after school on some days. I tried to make sure he didn't see me, and I probably would have peed my pants if he discovered what I was doing. Suddenly, while I was about a hundred yards behind him as he was walking through a wooded area, I saw two bigger boys confront him, and they were laughing and started pushing him around. I was too scared to do anything, so I just watched. I wasn't afraid of the two boys, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I just watched. Then one of the boys shoved my little kid to the ground, and I moved closer. I heard one of guys say "Hey diaper baby, let's see your diapers and see if you wet them, I bet you did!". Well I was dumbfounded, and then I saw one of the boys remove the kid's belt and unzip his pants and pull them down, still laughing and taunting him. "Maybe he poops his little diapers", one of the bigger boys said, as he kicked sand into the kid's face. I was almost mesmerized at the sight of the object of my affections in his diapers, but I had taken about all I could take and ran over to where all this was taking place. "Two against one is not my idea of a fair fight", I said, "Let's even things out a bit". One of the two boys said, "You think you can take the two of us, this little diaper baby isn't going to help much", but the other kid recognized me as on the football team and was so scared he wet himself. I saw him, and pointed to his wet pants, and said to the other boy, "I think your buddy might need some diapers too". At that, the boy who wet himself started to run away, and when the other guy saw this he started to run also, but I grabbed him by the arm, and twisted it behind his back like a hammerlock and said, "Listen big shot, If I ever hear of you telling someone about this little kid here, you'll be telling it with a few less teeth". (I guess I was feeling a little braver than my strength should be telling me). "And tell that panty-wetting friend of yours the same thing", and then I let him go, and he ran away. When I looked down on the kid on the ground, he was crying and I was really moved to pity. I hoped that I would do the same thing even if it didn't happen to be the kid I was attracted to, but then if it weren't, then I wouldn't even have been there. So go figure. I extended my hand to help him up, and I got to say it, even though he was crying and even though he was dirty all over, he still looked mighty cute in his what looked like some kind of pull up diaper. At least it was thicker and it didn't look anything like normal underpants. "Hi, my name is Jeff, and I don't think those guys will be bothering you anymore", I said to him. "My name is Bobby, and I know who you are, you're the guy who scored the touchdown last week. Thanks a lot.", he replied through drying tears. Now under normal circumstances, we would just shake hands and be on our own way, but this was not a normal circumstance, and I just had to prolong this encounter. As he pulled up his pants, and straightened himself up as much as he could, I said to him, "But just in case, they come back, I'll walk with you to your home or wherever you were going." "You don't have to do that," he replied, "I think you scared them shitless, and thanks again, you are really cool to help me", brushing himself off. "Just the same, I'd feel better about it, and it looked like you were going in the same direction, so we'll just walk together, Bobby", I said (and a little chill went up my spine when I said his name for the first time). "Oh, where are you going?, he asked, catching me off guard in my little lie. "Home, about a mile away", I said which was approximately the truth if not in the same direction as we were going. "Oh OK, thanks", he said, and we started walking through the woods, "You'll be my bodyguard then", he smiled. And I smiled. "How did those guys know you were wearing ... ah ....those ..... ah", I stumbled out. He laughed, "My goodnite pulls-up diapers, you mean". "Yeah", I said, "How did they know?" "They saw me coming out of the john and throwing one of my wet ones away", he answered. "Why you have to wear them?", I asked. Then he explained something about an underdeveloped bladder and some kind of weak muscle, most of which I didn't understand, but I feigned understanding and interest. What I was really thinking was from now on, my image of him would extend to seeing him in those pull-up diapers. I tried hard to prolong the conversation, just to have an excuse to continue to be with him, and I asked him how he liked school, and what were his favorite subjects, what teams he liked, and other stupid stuff. I felt awkward, but this chance would probably never come again, at least that's what I thought at the time. When he arrived at his house, I was sad, because there were no more excuses to prolong the encounter, until he opened his door, and his mother was standing there to greet him. "Welcome home, Bobby, how was school today, and ", finally seeing his dirty face and sandy clothes, "and what happened to you and who is your friend?", she asked seemingly in the same breath. "Mom, this is Jeff, you know the guy who scored the last touchdown last week. Some bullies were picking on me, cause they saw me throw away one my goodnites in the bathroom, and Jeff helped me out", he told his mom. "Well thank you Jeff very much, what a kind thing to do, and I guess I owe you a ton of thanks, come on in and have some milk and cake with Bobby", she said to me. How could I refuse such an offer! "First, we'll have to get Bobby cleaned up, and then the cake, take a seat Jeff, we'll be right back.", his mother said. While they were away, I was thinking to myself, I wish I could watch them do whatever they were doing, and I imagined that his mother might be changing his clothes, but then I thought that was silly, Bobby wasn't a toddler, he could change his own clothes. I bet she was just checking to see that he wasn't hurt. When they got back, and Bobby cleaned up, his mother fixed us some milk and cake, and then left us alone to do some house chores. I asked Bobby, if he had to wear the pull-up diapers when he was home. He explained to me, that when he was home, they used cloth diapers because of the environment, and even though he could put them on himself, his mother liked to do it, cause when she did it they never leaked, and also he felt she liked to still consider him her little baby, so he let her do it. He wore the goodnites to school and carried extras in his backpack, and tried never to let anybody see him throw the used ones away, but this time he got caught. "You must really think I'm a little nerd for having to wear diapers", he said to me. I told him, "Not at all, I sometimes get a urinary infection, and when I do, I have to wear diapers, cause I feel like I got to pee all the time". Now the part about getting an urinary infection and feeling like I got to pee all the time is the truth. The part about the diapers wasn't, but I wanted him to feel good, so I just used literary license and stretched the facts. "Oh, what kind of diapers do you use?", he asked. (I just hate it when my lies don't work out). "I dunno", I replied, "my mom gets them for me". Another lie, but there's no way he will find out, I thought. "I got a new Game-Boy", he said, "you wouldn't want to try it out, would you?". "Yeah, I guess I could give it a try", I replied, knowing that I wasn't very well coordinated for video games. Now's here another thing, I guess I should tell you. I noticed right away from the size of his house, and the neighborhood they lived in and the furnishings, that Bobby and his folks lived in the high-rent district. Not that they were super rich or anything, but compared to our modest home, they went first-class. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My mom and dad take good care of me and my younger sister. We've never been hungry and they do their best to keep us clothed in the not so latest styles, but there isn't much left over. I know my Dad is hoping that I will be good enough to get a scholarship in football, cause there's little hope I could get one from my lousy grades, and there's no way they can afford the cost of college. I probably shouldn't have stayed at Bobby's house that afternoon, I know I should have been studying, but I was making the best of an opportunity, and that shows I got some smarts, don't it? Anyway we played, he beat me several times at some game I couldn't get the hang of. (The first bad thought I had about Bobby was letting a lowly freshman beat a big deal sophomore - it sort of hurts the macho bodyguard image, you know, but what the heck, I would never have dreamed of spending so much time with Bobby and I would never forget this day, I knew). After a while, I got the hang of the game and started beating Bobby (macho restored), until he finally got bored and wanted to quit. I said "Just one more", and this time I let him win. Sadly, it was time to go home. Chapter 3 -- Home again ----------------------- When I got home, it was just about dinnertime, and my mom was a little upset with me for not telling her where I was going, and not calling her on the phone when I knew I wouldn't be coming straight home. I told her the truth about helping Bobby out (I'm glad she didn't ask where the teasing took place and why I was there), but I did tell her about Bobby's diapers causing the problem. I didn't tell her about my attraction to him, but I did tell her that I said that I sometimes had to wear diapers because of my bladder infections to make him feel better about having to wear diapers. She told me that it wasn't right to tell lies, but she understood why, and even complimented me for trying to make Bobby feel good. When my Dad came home, we retold the story, and he also was happy that I could help a less fortunate lad, and told me "Good job, well done" (he's a man of few words), and I thought that would be the end of it. I had a very good day. I found out Bobby's name, I found out where he lived, I found out that he wore diapers, I helped him out, I played with him the entire afternoon, I met his parents --- Life is good! That night, I said my prayers. Every since I was a little guy, my parents would come into my bedroom before I went to sleep and made sure I said a little prayer. It is a habit that has stuck with me, so even to this day, I pray the "Now I lay me down to sleep" and the guardian angel prayer "Angel of God who commits me here....", and even though they are little kids prayers, I still say them and sometimes add an "Our Father" or two. Of course, my parents no longer made sure I said them, but nobody but God would know I said prayers, and I thought it couldn't hurt. This night, I whispered to God, "thanks for letting me have a day with Bobby", even though I wasn't sure that God would approve. It was an exciting day, and before going to sleep, I went over all the day's happenings many times in my head. I don't know but I think I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face. The next day, at school, I wondered if something like yesterday could ever happen again. I supposed not, but I still hoped that I would get to see Bobby again. As fate would have it, I was walking down the corridor with a couple of my pals, and there was Bobby coming down the hall the opposite way. He looked at me and said, "Hi, Jeff", and I nonchalantly replied "Hiya Kid", and never stopped walking. One of my pals asked "Who was that?", and I just replied, "oh, just some kid I know", and nothing more about it. What a dope!!! I started cursing myself and never stopped. What a blown opportunity and all because I didn't want to be seen as a friend of a freshman, and a sort of wimpy one at that. That afternoon, we had football practice. I dropped passes, I fumbled, I even fell down once when nobody touched me. I got yelled at, I got extra laps handed to me, and I thought the coach would throw me off the team. "What tangled webs we weave, when first we practice to deceive". I remember that from one of my Shakespeare classes, I think, don't ask me what play! That night, I couldn't sleep. My little blunder kept nagging at me, and all I could think of was what a dumb jerk I was. I would have called Bobby, but I realized I didn't know his last name to look it up in the phone book, and I didn't know his address, and I didn't know what I would say if I did call. What a jerk!! Chapter 4 -- Friendship ----------------------- The next day, we had football practice again after school, and even though I knew I would be in trouble if I was late, especially after goofing up so much the day before, I still knew I just had to catch Bobby after school and try to apologize. For some reason, he was a little later than usual, but still I hung around. Finally, he came out, and this time his mom was there in the car to pick him up. I guess she didn't want any reoccurrence of the bullying from last Monday. Anyway, I ran over to the car and said hello to his Mom (I didn't know how to call her, cause I never knew their last name), so it was kind of awkward, but I didn't care, I had to tell Bobby I was sorry, and so I did. "Sorry for what?", he said. "When you passed us in the hall yesterday, I barely said hi, and mostly ignored you", I said apologetically. "Oh, I thought you were in a hurry to get to class, and anyway, it's no big deal, I don't expect you to be my best friend or anything, don't sweat it", he said. So I just blurted it out without thinking, "Well, maybe, I just want to be your friend, you ever think about that". "Wow, don't you think you've done enough for me already?", he said a little sheepishly. I tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was "Hey none of my friends have that neat Game-Boy of yours, and I was hoping to play it again, I was just getting the hang of it". "You can come over this afternoon if you want", he replied. "Can't, football practice", I said, and then realized how late I was going to be. "Maybe some other time then", he said. "Gotta go, see ya", I said, half running away. Well I did get chewed out for being late with no decent excuse, and I had to do extra laps, but at least the rest of practice went a lot better than yesterday. Since we have practice on every day but Monday, I couldn't think up any excuse to see Bobby again, but I was determined to give it a try. Next Monday, I thought, and if I see him at school before then, I would try to firm it up. The next day, seeing him talking to some of his classmates between classes, I went up to him and said, "Hey Bobby, how about next Monday for some video games?". He said, "Sure, see ya Monday". I could hear one of his classmates saying as I walked away, "Wow, you know Jeff Becker!", and I couldn't help for feeling just a little bit the hero even though I was second string. I am sure Bobby couldn't tell them about the incident on Monday, cause he would have to admit wearing diapers and all, but I wonder what he told them how he knew me. Heck, the diaper part just made him all the more attractive to me, sort of like a big brother, sort of like Bobby's bodyguard. Yeah, that's how I'll be thinking of me, Bobby's bodyguard. I wondered what he was thinking about me, if he was thinking about me at all. Chapter 5 -- A Good Mind Not Wasted ----------------------------------- The next day, I saw my friend Bobby, and I was wishing he would come over and talk with me some, but he didn't. I hated that I had to start everything, but I guess he was a little too shy and didn't want to embarrass me or anything, so I just nonchalantly went over to him, and mentioned "We still on for Monday?", and he said "Sure" He said "My father wanted to know if you could stay for dinner on Monday. He's a big football fan, and saw your (now infamous) touchdown last week. How bout it? My mom's a great cook". Well, I jumped at the opportunity, and couldn't wait til Monday, even though we had a big game on Friday night, and I suppose I should have been more excited about the game, but I wasn't. I didn't get to play on Friday night, which was disappointing to me, because I wanted to have something to talk about on Monday night, and I was still feeling a bit of the hero to Bobby, which pleased me no end. But the game was too close, and the first stringers played the entire game, so I felt a little let down, but hey, let's face the facts, I really wasn't that great of a football player yet, so the hero worship was a little premature. After all, I was going to play with Bobby on Monday afternoon and eat dinner with him and his folks Monday evening. When I told my Mother, she asked when I was going to do my homework and I promised I would do it Monday evening when I got home. She said OK and told me she thought that Bobby's Mom was trying to repay the favor. "By the way, what is their last name, in case I have to reach you by phone?", my Mom asked me, and I realized that I still didn't know their last name or phone number. I promised that I would call her from Bobby's house and give her the information, so she said "Fine". The weekend was sort of a blur to me. Night and Day, I kept thinking about Bobby and how to prolong what would have to be called an unlikely friendship, and I still didn't want to let on that I wanted him to be my best friend and I wanted him to think that I was his best friend, and I still was feeling a little (OK, maybe a lot) guilty about liking a boy so much. But I tried to get negative thoughts out of my mind, and concentrate on having a good time on Monday. I just couldn't think of anything else that could make this good thing happening to me just keep on happening. On Monday, when I got to school, I was in superb spirits. Nothing could spoil this day, I thought. Wrong again, darn it! Just before lunch break, who comes to see me, but the football coach and the math teacher and they say they want to talk with me. The math teacher said I was failing Algebra (no kidding!), and the coach said that if I didn't pull up the grade, I was off the football team (school policy). I was heart-broken, cause football was what made me tolerate school (well that and meeting Bobby). I said that I would try to do better, but deep inside, I knew it was a hopeless case. Anyway I had two weeks, they told me, or off the team for the year. I bet if I was just a little bit better player, they would have come up with a different solution, but here I was, an ex-football hero, who never even made it to first string. Even going over to Bobby's house that afternoon did little to bolster my spirits, cause the dinner was probably going to be the end of our relationship. I walked home with Bobby, who I knew sensed that I was in a bad mood, so it was kind of quiet. I wanted to talk more about his diapers and stuff, but I knew that would only embarrass him more, and I didn't want to do that. Also, I couldn't help thinking about my own embarrassment when I got kicked off the team, and the whole school would know about it. And also I knew how much my parents would be disappointed in me, even though they knew that school work came very tough to me, and I really did try, but just couldn't understand things. I listlessly went through the motions of playing the game-boy with Bobby, and I wish I could tell him how I felt, but not only did I not know the words, I am sure he would not understand, and he even might think me a pervert or something, and want nothing more to do with me. At dinner, I met his Dad, who was a real live wire. He shook my hand, slapped me on the back, thanked me for helping his son, and acknowledged what a great football player I was going to be. I thanked him, but said I feared my football days were numbered. "Why in the world would you think that?, Jeff, I think you are already better than some of those seniors who are first string. The only reason the coach plays them is cause it's their last year, and you got two more good years after this one", his father replied. I told them about the conversation with the coach and math teacher that afternoon. And it wasn't that I wasn't trying or paying attention, I just couldn't grasp the concepts. I think the only reason I passed freshman math was that the teacher just hated to flunk anybody and gave me a "D" (barely passing). He asked me what kind of math we were studying, and I replied "Algebra". Heck that is all I knew about Algebra, it was some kind of math and it was more difficult than adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing. Yep, I could honestly say the only thing I knew about Algebra was its name. "I can help you with Algebra", piped up this voice from the table. I almost forgot Bobby was at the table, and it is the very first thing he volunteered in our relationship. Everything else I initiated. I thanked him, but said I don't think Freshman math is going to help me much. That's when his Dad interrupted, and explained a few things about Bobby that I not only was not aware of, but also found quite surprising. Bobby was a math genius, a diapered math genius no doubt, but a genius nonetheless. He was in a special math class reserved for the relatively few students who got bored with the mundane stuff. His Dad reiterated his son's tutoring help, and said that Bobby could surely help me up my grades. Well I didn't really think that Bobby or any other genius could give me the brains that I lacked, because after all, my current teacher probably was also a math genius and he couldn't help. Nonetheless, I accepted with enthusiasm because it would give me at least another two weeks of Bobby's friendship. "When can we start?", I asked, "It's not like you have a bunch of time to accomplish the impossible". "Right now", said Bobby, "if you had told me, we wouldn't of had to waste an afternoon playing games, I could have started then", he laughed. I called my Mom and explained what had happened that day and that Bobby thought he could help me. She was very supportive and encouraging, and I knew I was lucky to have great parents, even though they struggled to get by. Well that night was what they would call an "Epiphany" for me. I really don't know what that means, but when I told this story to someone later on, that's what they called it! Bobby was not like the typical teacher. He started from scratch, and stayed right there until he knew I got it. When I said I understood something, he would make me prove it by asking questions about it, and he really knew whether I really understood it or not. Once I satisfied him that I understood one principle, then and only then would he go on to the next step. For once in my life, I really felt that I understood something, and not only was I learning, I was enjoying it. The fact that Bobby was my tutor and I was with him a few hours everyday of the week for two weeks (except game day) only made it that much better. They had given me two weeks, and then there was going to be this test which would make or break me. It might be anti-climatic to tell you that I aced the test, I knew it before it was even graded. I wanted to run up to Bobby and hug him in front of the entire school, but I knew I couldn't do that, but I knew that I truly loved him after that, not a kind of sexual love, or maybe it was, I didn't understand it, but I knew I loved him. All I could do is thank him and his parents profusely, which is what I did. It is funny how things work. The following Monday after the big test, I was called into the principal's office. The math teacher and coach were both there as well. With a stern look on his face, the principal said that I was in big trouble and the best thing I could do would be to be totally honest with them. I couldn't imagine what they were talking about until they showed me the math test on which I scored 100%, nothing wrong, even got the bonus question correct. The math teacher said he knew that I had cheated, but he didn't know how. He said that if I told him how I did it, I would not be expelled from school. Of course, I wouldn't be allowed to stay on the football team and my parents would have to be notified. I almost laughed, but I knew that would not be smart, but I did do a smart thing then. I asked them to show me the test, and I explained to them how I worked each problem, how I substituted values for missing x's, and how I factored out common factors in numerators and denominators, and how I reduced to simpler terms, and how I tested each answer back into the equations to prove that I was correct. Well you would think that they were struck by lightning, them with their mouths wide open and unbelieving eyes. So I told them it was sort of like cheating when you got somebody to tutor you. I didn't want to embarrass the math teacher by telling him that Bobby was a better teacher, so I just related how he taught me step by step until I understood something before going on to the next step. They were all dumbfounded to say the least, but when I mentioned Bobby's name (I still didn't know his last name after all this time, but I explained he was a freshman in advanced classes, and they all immediately knew exactly who it was. "Well, you are mighty lucky to have run into Bobby Richman, Jeff, I couldn't have suggested a better tutor for you, but I still am wondering how you two met and how you, a sophomore, would allow a freshman to be your tutor. Sophomores are not known for their humility if I remember correctly", the principal asked. I told him the entire story, leaving out some diaper parts, and leaving out how I felt about him, and how I accidentally met him on purpose, but the gist of the story was truthful, that I had helped him out when he was being bullied and one thing led to another. As I was leaving the principal's office, he added "Jeff, you might ask Bobby what he knows about Physics........". Good idea, I thought. Chapter 6 -- Intimacy --------------------------------- Well, I couldn't wait to tell the story to Bobby, to his parents, to my parents, hell to the entire world if I could. I waited patiently for Bobby after school on Monday, the one day we didn't have to practice football, and I was really hoping this was going to be one of his "walking" days instead of getting picked up. This time I was not disappointed. I told him about the test, about the meeting in the principal's office, and how amazed they all were when I aced the test. He laughed when I told them how each problem was solved and proven, and said he wished he could see their faces. Talk about feeling on top of the world, that was me! When we got to his house, I told his Mom the story, and how appreciative I was of her son's help. I told her if we could package the deal, we could make millions, and everybody laughed. They made me stay around until Bobby's Dad came home, so I could tell him the story. I don't think I will ever tire of telling the story, but I make sure the hero of the story is Bobby, not me. They wanted to celebrate by going out for pizza, and I called my Mom, and told her the story, and of course, she told my Dad, who couldn't have been happier. When I mentioned what the principal said about asking Bobby what he knows about Physics, he replied that it was his favorite subject, so I asked when I could sign up for some more tutoring, and well, we all had a very good time that night. Bobby did tutor me in Physics, a few hours each week, and remarkably, my confidence in learning improved and my grades in all my subjects started to improve. Not only that, but my teachers mentioned to my parents, how my whole attitude in class had improved, and I even started enjoying going to class. I didn't score any more touchdowns that year, but I did get to play in several more games, and I made a few good runs, even if I have to say so myself. After the football season which ended a little after Thanksgiving, I realized I had no more excuses to be with Bobby. After all, the differences in our age, our size, and our interests didn't foretell a long time relationship, which saddened me, but which I realized that I understood, and I was thankful for the times we were together. On the Monday after school, I walked home with him again. It just seemed to happen that Mondays were going to be when he walked home and I walked with him. There wasn't any need for more body guarding. Bobby's status seemed to improve just by him knowing me (go figure). This Monday (after Thanksgiving), I told him once again, how appreciative I was for his helping me, and that I wish I could pay him for his help, because I was occupying a lot of his time. He then laughed and asked me for a thousand dollars. I laughed and said I was a little short of cash just now, but then he did say there was something I could do for him. I asked "What?, anything buddy". Then he said he shouldn't even have mentioned it, and I told him teasingly that I would crush his skull if he didn't talk, and we both laughed. He said that his parents always spend the week after Christmas in a cabin in the north woods where there was a ski lodge and, of course, skiing. He said if I would like, I could come along and keep him company, otherwise it would be a boring week for him. After that he apologized for even asking a favor, cause he thought I must have better things to do with my week's vacation. For the life of me, I couldn't possibly think of anything better that I would like to do, but all I said was "I don't know how to ski, and I don't have any skis or boots, or anything else. " He said that would be no problem, that his Dad would furnish everything, and that his Dad told him to ask me, because he knew that I would be bored with nobody to play with. Secretly, in my heart, I just wished that it could happen, but all sorts of negative thoughts entered my mind. What would my parents say?, What would my pals say ? What if I broke my legs or worse ? What kind of fool would I make of myself trying to ski? But the one positive thing overshadowed everything else -- "Sure, I would love to go!", I said. My parents were a little apprehensive about the whole thing, and didn't really like the fact that I was being treated for the whole week, but one call from Bobby's Dad to my Dad settled the issue. I sure wish I knew what was said, but I didn't, and I didn't really care, because I was going to get a whole week with Bobby. Although we met a few times before Christmas, I am going to skip that part, and go right to the ski cabin that I found out Bobby's parents owned. Here's the good part. Bobby explained that the cabin had electricity, television, phone, stove, water, a washing machine and dryer, only it didn't have any plumbing facilities for a bathroom. Three cabins shared a common bath facility located a few hundred yards from each cabin. The only problem was that if you couldn't sleep the whole night, and had to go to the bathroom, then it meant getting out of bed, getting on some warm clothes, and trudging out in the cold to the bathroom facility. Bobby said that was the only thing that his Dad complained about, cause he would have to get up several times during the night to go to the bathroom. I told Bobby, "I guess you don't have to worry about that!", and he laughed. He said, "That's one good thing about wearing diapers.". I laughed and said, "I guess so!". And then he said, "Of course, if you would wear some diapers, you wouldn't have to get up and go outside", half kiddingly. I said, also kiddingly, "Well, if I had some diapers, I would probably just do that". He said, "Well I got plenty of diapers, and also plastic pants to go over them, so what you gonna say now". I think my face turned red, and I pictured myself being diapered with Bobby, and I know my little thingy in my pants almost jumped to attention. "Well, if I used your diapers, then we would probably run out before the week is over, and I don't think your Mom would like you in wet underpants". "That's what the washing machine is for, dummy", he replied with a laugh. "What would your parents think?", I asked, gaining enthusiasm by the second. "Why would they have to know? I do my own laundry anyway, and besides, what if you got one of those urinary infections? (he remembered) Then you would need diapers anyway, and we gots plenty -- yes, I think you should be diapered the whole week, just in case. You could go poo in the bathroom, but wear and wet your diapers the rest of the time", he said. I couldn't tell if he was pulling my leg or what, so I just went along with it, and said it's worth a try, secretly hoping that we would go through with it, but acting as if we were just kidding around. Bobby said, "Would you know how to put a diaper on, Jeff". I just loved it when I heard him mention my name. "Uh, no, I don't think so,", I replied. "Well, I know my Mom wouldn't mind diapering you", he said, I know in jest. With that, my face turned beet red, and he just laughed at being able to get to me so easily. "Just kidding!", he said, "I've got some thick pull-up diapers that don't need diaper pins, and they are too big for me, but should fit you just right. I only use them when I am double diapered, like going on a trip or something." "Won't everybody know that I am wearing diapers?", I asked. "Only if you tell them", he replied, "With all the ski clothes you will have on, anybody would be hard pressed to tell what you are wearing underneath". "Of course", he added, " You will have to become a diaper nerd like me!". I gave him a half hearted jab to the stomach and playfully gave him a shove, and then added, "You, my friend, are definitely not a nerd, anything but". Of course, from then on, I couldn't think of anything else, but the ski trip. Even Christmas, my favorite holiday was no match for the ski trip to the north woods. I gave Bobby a small statue that said "The world's greatest kid", as a Christmas present. It didn't cost much, but it said what I wanted it to say, and I was surprised when he had a present for me, a book about American's greatest football players, and I will always treasure it. Of course, the best present I could have ever gotten was the ski trip. I won't mention how many times I fell on the bunny slope at the ski lodge. I won't tell how awkward it was for me to even stand up on the skis. After all, a guy has to have some pride. On the other hand, Bobby was a ski master, just like he was a math master. He could have easily been skiing on the intermediate slope or even the expert slope, but he stayed on the bunny slope with me. I think he enjoyed having the upper hand on me, but then again, he always had the upper hand on me. But it pleased me to see him laugh every time I fell, and I don't think he minded one bit including skiing in his tutoring of me. Of course, I did have to throw a few snowballs at him, just to remind him who was boss. In reality, we knew who was boss, and it wasn't me. I did wear the pull-up diapers and some plastic pants to go over them. At first, I only did it at night, and I did have difficulty using them. The first night, when I woke up, I had to go pee, and I just couldn't do it in the diapers. So I had to stand up, close my eyes, and pretend I was standing at the john, and then I peed the diapers. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt. I was feeling guilty about it, but it felt wonderful. When I had finished, I guess I had awakened Bobby, and he asked if everything was OK, and I said yes, but that I had gone to the bathroom in my diapers. He asked if I needed some dry ones, and I said I don't think so, they didn't feel that bad (hell, it felt wonderful), and we both went back to sleep. The first day, during the day, I didn't wear diapers, but when I needed to pee, it was a nuisance getting in and out of my clothes, from that day on, I wore diapers and plastic pants the rest of the time. Did we ever have fun! It was the funnest (is that a word?) time I have ever had. We laughed, we played, we had snowball fights, we built snowmen, we even did some snow angels which I got pictures of. If heaven were any better than this, I couldn't imagine it. I liked the feeling of security the diapers gave me, I liked the sharing of this intimate part with Bobby, I liked them when I wet them, I liked them when I changed into dry ones, I liked it seeing Bobby in his diapers at night when we went to bed. I liked seeing me in diapers with Bobby. I can't explain it, but I liked it. The fun went on for six full days. I was sorry that it had to end on the last night there, but there is one incident that happened that night that I feel obliged to relate. I felt that I should probably skip this part, because it was a moment of intimacy that to this day, I don't fully understand, but then again, it was one of those defining moments of my life up to this day. It just so happened on this night, that a storm had been brewing all day, and finally hit us that night. Lots of lightning, thunder, wind, and hail! Doesn't seem possible, does it, but it happened. To me, I wasn't very much concerned, we were in a cabin, well protected, well heated, and actually, I felt very safe and secure. Not so, Bobby. For the first time since the initial meeting with those dumb jerks who pulled down his pants and exposed his diaper, I saw Bobby very apprehensive. For some reason, the thunder and the lightning scared him silly. I told him I thought he was a big baby (I am really sorry I told him that), but at the time, I couldn't tell if he was serious or just joshing me. He was being serious, and was really scared. When we got to bed, after a few minutes, he said "Jeff". I answered, "What?". He said, "Could you......uh....Would you.....uh.....Would you mind terribly if I came down and slept with you for awhile?" In Bobby's room, we slept on bunk beds, him on top, me on bottom, cause I told him I would hate it if the bed broke and came crashing down on him. Since he was lighter, he should sleep on top. Actually, it was I who was afraid of sleeping on the top bunk and falling out, but I wouldn't tell him that. Anyway, I said, "Sure, buddy, no problem", and he got out of the top bunk, and came down and crawled into the space I made for him in my bed. The bed wasn't all that big, and the two of us just barely fit, but I sure enjoyed feeling his warm body next to mine. We lay there face to face, and he put his arm across my chest, and held me tightly, not that I minded at all. How many times I had wished that I could just hold and hug him, and I knew that I would cherish the moment forever. As the thunder subsided, he became more comfortable and secure, and started drifting off to sleep. I was getting drowsy myself, and knew that before long, I would be heading for na-na land. It was so peaceful, and so loving, that I wished the moment would last forever. I felt Bobby as he was falling asleep, I don't know how, the breathing changes or something, only I knew that he had fallen asleep, and a very strange thing happened. Bobby took one of my hands and placed it between his legs on his diaper, and I felt him wetting his diaper. I couldn't feel the wetness, only the friction that his wetting had on the diapers and plastic pants. When his wetting stopped, I continued holding him in that position for what seemed like several minutes. He was getting hard and so was I. Eventually, he turned over so this back was to me, and started a gently snoring very peacefully. My thingie in my diapers was ready to explode, but eventually, that too passed, and I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't wake up at all that night, but when morning came, and I did awake, my diapers were wet, and I couldn't even remember when I wet them. I thought to myself, had I made myself incontinent this week, and would I have to wear diapers the rest of my life. Of course, there are worse things than that, but those were my thoughts. When Bobby awoke, there was no mention of what went on the night before. He just said, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you, Sorry I was such a baby". I told him, "Well, you are not a baby, you just wear diapers like a baby", and I laughed. He punched me in the stomach, and he surprised me with his strength. Of course, I pretended that I didn't even feel it. We went home that day, and back to school after New Year's. Each of us went back to our separate lives, although every Monday, we would walk together to his house. My parents invited Bobby over for dinner several times, and to my Dad, Bobby was the little hero who saved his son. How come, all these guys forgot the time that I saved him? Not true, Bobby was a hero, my hero. And I often had dinner with his folks. I told them that they should be awfully proud of their boy, and they said that they were. I knew then that we could never be best friends, and I accepted it, because that's just the way things are. Bobby liked drama, music, art, and books. I liked sports, competition, games and TV. I also knew that perhaps in time, we would go our separate ways, and I accepted that too. As I tell this story, I think that this is a good place to end it, but I know that even though a story ends, it is really only the beginning of another story, and I hope to tell that story as well. I am still confused about the whole encounter, and my feelings, and my doubts, and my concerns. I sometimes wish that there was somebody that you could explain all these things to, and not be considered queer or a dork or a nerd. Somebody who would understand what is happening and explain it to you. Somebody that would understand and not judge you, and not feel bad about you, and still love you. Maybe, that's God, I just don't know........ I never did wear diapers again that year, although I did dream and fantasize about them. I wanted to wear them again especially when I went to bed, but I was afraid to buy them or have my parents find out about them. I guess I could have asked Bobby to loan me some again when I went over on Monday afternoons to play video games, but it never came up again, and I didn't feel right pressing it. Although we weren't fated to be best friends, I am positive we will always remain good friends, and I don't want to wish for more right now. Chapter 7/1-- Conclusion -- The End or A Beginning? ------------------- Hi, My name is Jeff. I am going into my Junior year at St. Bruno's High. I am on the football team and this year I hope to make first string. I can run pretty good when my teammates knock down those other guys who are trying to kill me. Well, this story is not about football. I don't really know what it is about. Last year was an amazing year, when I met this fantastic little kid named Bobby. I thought I was doing him a favor, but it turned out he was doing all the favors. But the story is not really about him, either. I guess it is just about growing up..............................