THE SUMMER WITH JIMMY ===================== This is a fictional story about two diaper boys that found love and acceptance in each other. About two set of parents that had the understanding that would help two fine boys grow up in a very biased and confused world. ----------------------------------------------------------- School was about out for the summer back in 1941. The World War was getting started in the Pacific. This was the most followed event in the fourth grade of our school. Even so this was a joyous time for a 10 year old. I had no cares in the world. My world was only interrupted by parents sending me off to school through the winter months, but now the summer was just around the corner. Within only a few more weeks school would be put behind us till fall. One day I had to go pee so bad. knowing if I did not get to the boys' room very soon I was going to pee my pants. I raised my hand, waving it in the air. The teacher allowed me to go down to the boys' room. This would not be an unusual occurrence in any grade school because most the boys had to go pee sometime during class time. Sometimes this was the only way to escape class even for a short time. If we stayed too long in the boys' room the teacher would come looking for us. It would be no use for us to hide in the boys' room, she would come right in without even knocking. More than one boy had been pulled back into the classroom by his arm. It was rather embarrassing too, the teacher would make an announcement in front of the class while she held on to the boy. She would tell the whole class that Johnny or Jerry, or who ever, had been goofing off in the bathroom. The class would laugh. Then the teacher would make us get back to work. I was lucky in some ways. My mother made arrangements with the teacher. The teacher knew everything about my needing to wear diapers. She made sure the other kids did not know. The teacher would give me privileges that most others did not have. One was when I had to go pee or poop all I had to do was raise my hand, she acted quickly allowing me to get going. My mother and teacher agreed that if I could tell when I needed to potty I should go right then. They were hoping this would cause me to get more control and not wet or dirty my diaper. I would be rewarded in some nice way if I came home after school with dry diapers. Sometimes it would be a sweet roll or candy. Mostly it would be a nice word of praise. So this day I felt some pee leaking into the diaper so I raised my hand. The teacher motioned for me to get going. As I ran out of the room I heard a few snickers about my having to go pee. They did not know I had on a diaper but something about toileting was humorous for boys that age. Ever one knew where I was going. I headed for the first booth I came to, closed the door and dropped my pants which was a chore in itself. I had to be careful with the safety pins that held the diaper tightly to my thighs, or else they would come unpinned. I learned how to pull the diaper off without unpinning, then I would face the open toilet. Letting go what would be left in my bladder I felt instant relief. If had to poop I would crawl up on the toilet pulling my diaper and pants up so anyone coming in would not be able to see the diaper under the stall door. When I had finished I would carefully pull up my diaper adjust the rubber pants, pull up my trousers, tighten the belt and head back to the classroom. This day when I returned the teacher was standing before the class with the most beautiful boy I ever saw. She was introducing him to the class. I could not take my eyes off him as I made my way quietly back to my seat. Because school was about to shut down for the summer this new boy would not be enrolled for this year but would be allowed to attend, then next fall he would be one of our classmates. The other kids were eyeing the new boy as much as I was. I noticed the girls seemed the most interested. I suppose he represented new life to the class or did they sense the beauty as I had. The teacher led him to my seat and asked if I would share my desk with him as there was no open desk left. "Sure!" I said as I scooted over giving him enough room to sit beside me. Several of the girls were still staring at him. I could tell he was somewhat embarrassed. I remember how my face felt hot. I would look over at him and smile. He looked back at me with his infectious smile. I whispered to him that I was glad he was with us. Sort of a welcome from one of the students. But I felt something happening inside me. I realized I really meant I was happy he was with me. At that time I could not have told you why I felt as I did but when we went out for the afternoon playground he followed me like a puppy. We sat together on the grass watching the other kids play baseball. He told me his name was Jimmy and that he just moved here from back East. We both talked as if we had known each other for a life time. By the time we returned to our desk we were like old friends. I found out we both lived only a couple of blocks from each other . We had a lot in common and even the difference we had made him all the more interesting to me. I just knew we would become even closer friends that coming summer. That night after supper I went to my room to be alone a while before getting a bath and going to bed. I remember I was reading one of my many comic books when I suddenly got this exciting jolt like electricity running all over me. "Jimmy, Jimmy!" kept coming to my mind. It was similar to the feeling I was beginning to get when I think of certain girls in my class. I was just beginning to notice how cute girls were. Girls wore dresses in those days. Some with high stockings others with low socks but when ever I saw their bare legs I would get this funny feeling all over. One of the girls in my class would smile at me and I would feel weak and uneasy but I liked the feeling, I liked to look at her. From where my seat was I could look back at her, I also could see up her legs if she was sitting just right. Sometimes I could see her underpants hiding deep up her legs. When that happened I would have to turn back towards the front of the room. If I didn't I would get a strong feeling inside my diaper that was pleasant but could become uncomfortable if I did not change my view. I just did not understand why these things were happening to me. I never talked about it to any one else. This same feeling came over me as I thought about Jimmy. I just could not understand it. I had other boy friends but none of them affected me like Jimmy did. He was so cute for a boy. Mom called me into the bathroom because it was bed time and I needed to get my nightly bath. I was 10 years old but still mom would help me with my bath. I would stand in front of her as she unpinned my diaper letting it drop to the floor. I was not embarrassed to have my mother see me like that. She was just my mom and it was her duty to bath me, least I thought. It was not long after that bath that she stopped coming in. I guess she thought I need the privacy because I was becoming such a big boy. Or it could be because when she took off my diaper I presented her with a very hard boner. She said nothing about it but I knew she saw me in a way that may have embarrassed her. When I got into the tub she put a wash cloth over my genitals which I thought strange. For a while she would only come in to be sure I washed my face and behind my ears. Other then that she let me bath alone. While in the tub I began to wonder if Jimmy was taking his nightly bath also. As I lathered my body with soap I would close my eyes and visualize Jimmy was with me. I wondered what he looked like. I wondered if he had some feelings about me, was he thinking about me at this same time? I found this type of thinking caused me to get an ever harder boner then I had before. I gave myself some comfort while Jimmy's image was clear in my mind. I was wondering if he played with himself also. The thought brought on a warmth like I never experienced up to that time. I had just finished when mom opened the door. I guess I jumped so hard I splashed water onto the floor. Mom made a comment about how jumpy I was but she never knew what I was doing. I felt embarrassed to have her catch me like that. I was taken to my bed where she placed a thick night time cloth diaper on me. Pinning it up as tightly as she get it. I liked to feel the night diaper, it was so thick I could rub over it just barely feeling the touch inside. It caused me to keep my legs spread apart with my back in a slight hump because the diaper lifted me up a few inches. Then she would slide the rubber panties over it causing me to feel new warmth as the covering made little air to reach my skin. By morning I would be wet from both sweat and pee. I remember waking up with a full bladder and having to go bad. With a grin on my face I would just spread my legs farther apart and let the warm pee release. I enjoyed every feeling of the warm flow as it ran to my down the diaper warming my butt, then lying there as the diaper soaked up the wetness. I would wait until I could hear mom coming for me. She would pull the covers back and make some remark like, "Get up, lazybones." How she knew I was wet with all that covering I don't know but she would sometimes say, "Wet again... When will you ever sleep dry?" then she would commence pulling off the rubber panties and unpinning the diaper. I lay there anticipating the cool air as it hit my wet body. I always looked forward to having mom take a warm wash cloth and wiping my body. Most likely or not I would give her a hard boner as she gripped it lightly between her fingers and wiped with the warm cloth. She would place the cloth over me as if to hid the boy thing from her. When she turned away to get a new dry diaper I would soak up the feeling that raced over my body. Of course I would not make any noise or comment that would draw attention to how I felt. After the warm thinner dry diaper was placed and pinned, Mom would work up the clean rubber pant patting it into place. She then leaned over and kissed my belly button telling me it was time to get up and finishing dressing for school. Although I never told anyone else about my diaper need, I did have the desire to share with some of my friends. But I never did... I knew they would never understand. Kids can be so cruel to each other at times. One time a boy was wrestling with me on the school lawn and he suddenly backed off. He knew something was thicker down there but he never said anything, he never played with me after that, either. I was greatly hurt but thought he may think I was strange or something. I am grateful he never told anyone about it. My new friend Jimmy and I were like twins for the rest of the school year. We spent a lot of time together. I had the desire to tell him about my diapers but was afraid he would not want to be my friend if I did. Then the first day of our summer vacation we had spent the whole day playing in an open field behind our house. We both completely forgot ourselves as we romped around pretending to be this or that. Then his mom called him home for supper. Just then my mom called. We walked arm in arm till we parted. During our supper the telephone rang. It was Jimmy's mother wanting to talk to my mom. I couldn't imagine what they were talking about but from this side of the phone it sounded as if they were talking about me. It was a good call, I was not in trouble or any thing like that but I was bothered when Mom mentioned my name time to time. "That was Jimmy's mother," she told me. I asked what it was about and she told me his mother wanted to know if I could come over and spend the night with him. "A sleepover!" I said out loud. "I guess so, dear, what do you want to do?" She asked me. I get this shot of fear that nearly paralyzes me when I think about going out to some ones house on a sleepover. "Mom!" I whispered, "You know I can't....!" Mom was calm for the both of us. She just quietly asked if I wanted to go or not. "I want to!" Oh, yes I wanted to in the worst way. "But what will he think if he knows I wear diapers, and if I don't I will wet his bed?" "Don't think you have much to worry about, his mother explained that Jimmy has to wear diapers to bed. When I told her you did too, both of us agreed it would be nice if you two boys had a sleepover." Mom's words seemed like a dream come true. "Really!" I said, "He wears diapers?" "Only at night." Mom encouraged me to call him back saying, "It would be good for you to have a friend to talk with about this." I did call back and Jimmy's mother turned the phone over to him so we could talk to each other. "Mom told me you sometimes wet the bed!" I came to the point too soon as there was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then Jimmy said, "You do too, mom said!" "Ya! isn't it great?" I answered with excitement. "Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked. "You know!" I paused. "Ya I know..... Well, are you going to come over tonight? We can talk about it then!" Jimmy seemed as excited as myself. "That is what I think is so great..... I never had anyone to talk to that would understand before." I had a hint of relief in my voice. "Me, too." He said. "Don't worry about bringing a lot of diapers, I have plenty!" After hanging up the phone I could hardly contain myself. Mom had to calm me down as she got me ready to go. Part 2 -- Our First Sleepover It was the summer of 1941. I was 10 years old. School was almost out for the summer. Every boy is looking forward to the day when we can throw our books into the air and chant, "No more school, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks." This part of our story begins on a Friday evening, the beginning of the last weekend before Summer Vacation. Jimmy and I have just become friends. His mom and my mom had a phone conversation that was the beginning of a lifetime friendship between our two families. "Sure, I want to go over to Jimmy's house for a sleepover, I sure do......", but I have to wear diapers at night or I could wet the bed. I would be very embarrassed. Besides, it could cost me the friendship I so much want. I felt very comfortable and safe in my own bed. Mom and Dad never made fun of me for needing diapers. I overheard them say things like, "It is better to have dry pants and bed then a wet one, I see no reason for him not wearing diapers." or "Sure he wears diapers, why not! He's had far less stress since we put him in diapers." My mother is very wise and I know she loves me very much. She calls me her baby. I like that when she refers to me as her baby but I wouldn't like it if she told everyone. She and I have this thing going..... She can call me her baby when we are alone together but in company she refers to me as her youngest son. I have two older brothers. One is 25 years old and he is off in the Navy stationed on some big ship in the Pacific. He writes when he can and always has a word for me. I love him very much. He even sent me a old Japanese flag. Don't know where he got it, being on ship and all. He used to laugh at me for wearing diapers but Dad worked him over till he understood. Since then my brother stood up for me more then once during my younger years. I have another brother. He is married with a baby boy of his own. I am the only kid left at home. I like it that way because I get all the attention. One drawback, whenever anything goes wrong I am the one getting the attention. It is hard to blame it on someone that isn't there. I miss my big brothers, guess that is one reason I had made friends with Jimmy so quickly. Jimmy is my age, I just found out he wears diapers, too. He has to wear them to bed or else, like me, he wets the bed. Mom packed a small bag with some of my things. She only put in a couple of diapers because Jimmy had enough for both of us should I need extra. Mom took my hand and we walked over to Jimmy's house. I rang the doorbell. I was so surprised. It was a girl that opened the door. She asked me if I was Jimmy's new friend. I told her I was. "Oh ya, come in." She was older then me but she was kinda cute for a girl. She looked so cute in her short two-piece outfit. I stood there looking dumb. I was speechless. I hadn't seen many girls with their bellybutton showing through the bare spot between the top and the skirt. She looked a lot like Jimmy but had long hair down over her shoulders. Mom brought me back to the reality of the present. We were introduced to Jimmy's mother and dad. Both seemed like nice people. "Jimmy will be right down, he is getting some things done I had asked of him. Please sit down." His mother offered us a place on the couch. About that time another girl ran into the living room jumping up on her daddy's lap with out even asking. She looked as if she was about my age. She did not know we were there. When she suddenly realized we were company she sat still on her daddy's lap. "This is Betty, Jimmy's other sister. You have to forgive her she was just getting ready for bed," her daddy told us. "Hi! Betty," I smiled at her. "Hi! I'm 11 and a half, how old are you?" She giggled as her daddy tickled her in the ribs. "I'm 10," I answered. Looking up at her daddy, Betty said, "that's how old Jimmy is, 10." "I know, they met at school when Jimmy went over to register. They will be in the same class," her dad answered. "OH!" She sighed. Just then she seemed to realize she was only wearing a T-shirt and panties. She tried to draw up her legs as if it would hid herself from my gaze. It wasn't as if I were trying to see everything. Actually I was amazed at how relaxed she was. It was as if being in her panties was common this time of night. I never seen a girl in only underpants before. My mother gave me a nudge with her elbow which brought me out of my trance. "Our last name is Wilson," My mom started to introduce ourselves. "Our name is Grove," was the response. "Jimmy Grove," I said to myself, It had a nice ring. "Betty Grove." I thought to myself as she wiggled on her daddy's lap it was impossible for me keep my eyes off her. I remember them as white with red hearts all over them. Her panties, that is. Sometimes the girl at school wore printed panties but I could never see them clearly. Jimmy's older sister stood up to excuse herself saying, "I have to get to my homework, please excuse me." She said this so politely. After she left the room I blurted out, "What's her name?" Betty piped up with, "that's my sister, Nancy..... she is 16." Six years older then I was. I was disappointed in a way, I had been hoping she was closer to my age. "But Betty is almost my age!" I began to fidget on the couch. My diaper was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "What's the matter with me!" I kept thinking. "Girls weren't this important to me last year." I had been told by one of my Uncles that the day would come when I would be thinking of girls. I guess it has come. Betty and Nancy had made an impression on me that was hard to understand. "Hi!" I heard Jimmy's voice as he came down the stairs. "Come on up. I'll show you my room." I was relieved to hear his familiar voice. I was being rescued at last. "Hi!" I answered as I jumped to meet him. I followed him back up the stairs. There was two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. I could smell the sweet smell of perfume coming from one. I was sure it was not Jimmy's. "That's Nancy's room" He pointed out, "This one is mine." I glanced into the slightly open door and could see Nancy sitting at a desk doing her homework. I liked the smell. Made me feel a little dizzy. We went into a room filled with things boys like to play with. Under the dormer window was an electric train. His bunk bed was covered with a cowboy blanket. A few clothes were scattered here and there. The wall next to the door was a small desk with other boy things cluttered on top of it. "You can sleep in this bed!" He patted the top bunk. "I sleep there when I am alone but I'll let you use it, most boys like the top bunk." I told him either one would do but I thanked him for his consideration. "I see you met my sisters!" Jimmy waited my reaction. "Yes.... their really nice....." I tried not to show my true interest. "Have you any brothers or sisters?" he asked. "Two brothers, One is in the Navy and the other is married, he lives a long ways away." Then I asked him a stupid question. "What is it like to have two older sisters?" "Ok, I guess. I never had any brothers so I can't compare." Then Jimmy quickly added, "You and I can be brothers.... if you want to pretend?" "Ok by me! It would be nice to have a brother my same age." I confided in him about being lonely at times. "I always wanted a brother, my Sisters are alright but they want to do girl things with me and talk all the time about girl things. Betty acts like a baby sometimes to get her own way, but Nancy helps get her back in line," he laughed. Sitting on the edge of the lower bunk we began to exchange thoughts and ideas, talking about this and that so we could get to know each other better. I felt I just had to ask him something. I started to ask several times but held back for fear he may misunderstand me. But the more we talked the more I realized he would understand about........ diapers. "Jimmy, do you put your own diaper on or does your mom help you?" I asked with my fingers crossed behind me. I wondered how he would take such a personal question. To my surprise he just blurted out, "I never have to change myself. Mom some times helps. Even Daddy will do it if he needs to. But most the time my sisters do it." Noticing the look on my face Jimmy ducked his head as if he let out some kind of deep secret and was not sure how I was taking it. "My Mom does it most," I told him. "She does it at night and in the morning anyway." I went on to tell him that my Dad only changes me unless he can get out of it. I continued to tell him that I do my own changing during the day, at least, most the time. "You wear them all day?" Jimmy seemed surprised. "Even to school?" I grinned at him as I giggled that it was true. But I was quick to tell him no one knows for sure. At least I don't think any one knows. "How do you do it? I would be afraid someone would find out." Jimmy answered. "Well, a few times I was almost caught but.... well.... I might as well tell you, the teacher knows." I explained. "But she and mom has this plan they are working together on. I think they think I will give up diapers when I can stay dry. So the teacher and Mom get me to the bathroom when I feel I need to go. But I don't always make it." "Why do you bother with going to the boy's room then?" he asked. In a low whisper I told him I sometimes go to the boy's room and just stand up letting my diaper get wet. He confessed he did the same thing at night sometimes if he woke up dry. This is the way we get to continue wearing diapers. He told me he wish he could wear them more then just to bed. "Do you like to wear them all the time?" "Sure I like wearing diapers. They feel so good," I told him. "I know what you mean, but ....what's it like to wear diapers all the time?" He asked with interest. "Don't you know?" I asked. "You have to use them all the time to understand." "I only wear them at night. It must be awesome to get to wear them all the time, even to school." Jimmy was eyeing my pants. "Do you have them on now?" he continued. "Ya!" I could tell he was straining to ask me a question. Jimmy jumped up and closed the bedroom door. Leaning back on the door he said, "Show me!" "What?" I just knew he was going to ask me that. "Show me your diaper!" He was rather pushing for action, "I mean, Please show me!" There is something about diaper boys. They are proud of their diapers. Showing them off would be the top joy of the day, especially to another boy that likes diapers. But it is a two-way street. "Ok!" I said as I stood up. Pulling my pants down over the rubber panties I let them hang around my knees. I pulled my T-shirt up a bit so he could get a good look at the diaper package. "Wow! You even get to wear rubber panties!" Because he was enjoying this opportunity I felt compelled to go farther. I took my rubber pants down and stood back up so he could see the cloth diaper. I made effort to point out the two large baby pins on each side. "Alright!" he yelled out loud. I was just in the process of pulling my rubber pants over the diaper when a knock came to the door of the bedroom. Jimmy held even tighter against the door. "What!" he called out. Nancy just wanted to know if every thing was OK because she heard Jimmy yell out. "We're OK!" he answered as he motioned for me to pull up my clothes. Which I finished without hesitation. And in just in time, too. Nancy had opened the door enough to see for herself that every thing was Ok. After Nancy went back into her room we wiped our foreheads, "Whew! that was close." I said. Jimmy thanked me for showing him and promised he would show his diaper to me after getting ready for bed. He took me over to the chest of draws where he opened on drawer. There was a stack of clean and neatly folded diapers with a small bowl of safety pins. I asked, "What would have happened if Nancy came in on us while I had my pants down?" "Probably nothing, she seen boys before. She wouldn't get mad or anything like that." Jimmy was so sure of himself. "But she would have seen me in my diaper!" I protested. "She knows you wear diapers. Mom told all of us after talking with your mother. I only thought you wore them at night." Jimmy still couldn't believe I was in diapers every day. "Every one knows, even Betty?" I asked. "Sure! She knows. She thinks all boys need diapers to sleep in." Jimmy giggled. I laughed with him. We may not have been too far off with the understanding about boys using diapers to sleep in. Probably all boys have wet beds before they were 7 and many after that. I always wondered if more boys wore diapers then I ever thought. Then a thought hit me. Something I had not thought of before but was some how bothering me at the moment. "Is your Mom going to change us for bedtime?" I asked but was not sure I wanted any woman other then my own Mom to diaper me. "She might, but the girls had been arguing about who would do it. I think they made an agreement for both of them would do it tonight. I hope you won't mind." Jimmy seemed to be perfectly willing to let the girls do it. "Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was hoping he would agree. "If you want too, but they know how to do it. They never hurt me and I think they won't hurt you," He pleaded the case. After I gave every argument I could for not letting the girls do it, I finally gave in. "Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change me." "Me too! But isn't that what's so great about it?" Jimmy surprised me with his answer. Part 3 -- Our First Sleepover - 2 I had just asked Jimmy if his mother would be getting us ready for bed, would she be putting on our diapers. He told me his sisters had made an agreement that both of them would get us ready tonight. I was getting an uneasy feeling. "Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was hoping he would agree. Besides, I liked to diaper someone else. I helped my cousin several times. He was six years old at the time. We had fun doing it. "If you want too, but they know how to do it. I don't think they would hurt you." He pleaded the case. I wasn't concerned about getting hurt. I know no one can get hurt being diapered unless stuck with a pin. It was just the idea of letting his sisters diaper me that made me feel funny. I only wanted my own mom to change me. But however, down inside, I was toying with the idea having Nancy diapering me. Betty was too close to my age, I worried she would make fun of me or something. After I gave every argument I could for not letting the girls do it, I finally gave in. "Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change me." "Me too! But that's what's so great about it." Jimmy surprised me with his answer. I would have to think about this some more. While I and Jimmy was talking we heard someone coming up the stairs. It was my mom coming to tell me she was leaving. "Have fun boys, I'll pick you up about noon tomorrow." She kissed me goodbye. She also whispered for me not to be concerned about the diaper problem. She added, "It is all taken care of." Jimmy heard the last part of her words to me. He asked me what she meant by 'it is all taken care of.' I told him I didn't know what she meant but maybe she was thinking about me being diapered by your sisters. I guess it would be alright to let them this time. I guess I was just to much of a worrywart about these things. But for some reason I was not comfortable being diapered by girls other then my mom. You see, I never even seen what girls looked like. I was not sure I wanted them to see me that way. I had changed my little cousin before but never a little girl. It seemed all the girls in our relationship were out of diapers so fast I never got a chance to help out in that way. Ever think about that? We spent the next hour playing with his electric train set. Then he got out a deck of cards. The cards had pictures of things and numbers. He taught me how to play the game. Can't remember what it was. A light knock came to the door. When Jimmy opened it his two sisters came in with big smiles on their faces. Betty had on a small pink robe that came just above her knees It was very noticeable that she failed to button the front of her robe. In her bare feet she had that wild look of an animal prancing through the room. When she walked or moved I could see everything because the robe would fly open exposing that she only had on panties under it. Every move, every twist and she would open her robe giving me a fresh look. Once again my diaper began to feel funny. I just had to pull at it to make more room. With every move she made her robe opened and closed. She nearly drove me out of my mind as she flashed herself before me time after time. I felt this funny feeling again as my diaper began pulling tightly between my legs. I tried closing my eyes but that did no good. What was I to do. I couldn't leave the room, I was a guest. I could only stand there looking at Betty. I have to confess.... She was the first girl I had ever seen this near naked. She was driving me up a wall. Jimmy could see what I was doing but said nothing. He had just lay down on the mat Nancy laid out for him. She was busy preparing a diaper for him. Then it hit me full force! If Nancy was going to diaper Jimmy that meant Betty was getting ready for me. I just could not let her see me like this. I mean I was not ready to have this girl take off my very wet diaper. But I had no choice. She motioned for me to lay down while she waved a clean diaper at me. I was on my back with my feet spread apart. Like any healthy young boy I watched every move she made. Then it happened. It was as if her robe was in the way so she deliberately tossed it aside. The robe fell to the floor. My eyes widen as she went about squatting down beside me as she pulled off my pants taking the rubber pants with them. Before I could get my thoughts together she was lifting my feet while sliding a new diaper under my butt. She paid no attention to me as a naked boy but with the same care and concern of my own mom, she had my diaper pinned and tight. She sat back with her legs out in front of her, her hands on the floor for balance, "There!" She proudly said. I looked down in amazement of what a nice job she did. It fit perfectly and was I ever pleased. "Thank you!" I caught myself saying. "You welcome!" was her reply. Meantime, Jimmy had been diapered and was sitting on the edge of his bed watching down at me. With a smile he asked, "Didn't hurt.... did it?" I rolled over on my belly so I could see Jimmy better. With my hands holding up my head and elbows on the mat I smiled back. "No, it didn't hurt at all!" I laughed. In a few minutes Mrs. Wilson came in to check on us kids. She tucked us boys into our beds and turned out the light. After she left, Jimmy climbed up on my bunk so we could talk. "When was the first time you had to go to school in a diaper?" Jimmy asked as he made himself comfortable next to me. "I always had on a diaper, I think." I told him. "But one day in the first grade I was before the class helping the teacher clean the black boards. Someone threw a piece of paper at me. I turned around and right in front of the whole class I peed my pants. Not only was there a big wet spot on my pants, I had made a puddle on the floor. "Was that all!" Jimmy laughed. Catching himself he added, "I'm not laughing with you but it is funny." "I know!" I answered. "Another boy was laughing so hard he peed his pants too." "What happen?" "The teacher sent us both home." I told him. "Did your mom get after you?" Jimmy asked. "Not really, she was disappointed but she put me back into diapers after that. We had a system where day time I wore a thinner diaper with rubber pants during the day then a heavy triple padded diaper at night." Jimmy was listening with all his attention. He synthesized with me. "Do you really like wearing them?" He asked as he leaned up on one arm. "Sure, don't you?" I asked. Dropping back onto the bed he said, "Wish I could wear them all the time." "Really?" I asked. "Ya, but mom said I should learn to control myself during the day. She wants me close to a bathroom all the time. She keeps asking if I have to go," he complained. "Do you have to go very much?" I asked. "Some days I go a lot, other days hardly at all." I told him I knew how to get his folks to put into diapers all the time. He sat up saying, "HOW?" "Simple.... when you have to pee just do it." I surprised myself with my own brilliance. He though a while then began to question the idea. "But what if.... What if she gets mad at me." He gave the impression he did not want punishment. "Well, she may for a while but if you continue wetting your pants I am sure she would get the diaper idea." Again the words of wisdom just flowed out effortless. I was rather surprised I thought it up. "But what if it don't work?" Jimmy giggled. "You could always add a little poopy!" We both laughed out loud. "Do you ever poop your diaper?" he asked me. "Just did a little today." I confessed. "Wow! I did it before but mom made me clean myself up if I did it," He put a finger and thumb to his nose. "Ya, it can backfire sometimes!" I laughed. And so went our conversation until we both fell fast asleep. The next morning we woke up finding ourselves intertwined with each other in the same upper bunk. After awhile Jimmy asked me, "Are you dry or wet?" "Wet of course, I can even feel it outside my diaper. See how damp it." I placed one of his hands over my diaper. "Check me out!" Jimmy had me do the same for him. I was surprised to find how it felt to touch another boy's diaper. Rather nice in a way. We just stayed in bed until Nancy came to 'wake' us up. I was pleasantly surprised when she began to feel us both before deciding to changes us before breakfast. Rather nice to wake up with your sister checking you out and making it alright again. We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast wearing only our diapers nothing else. No one seemed to be concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing she was still in only panties. Part 4 -- The Tree House We just stayed in bed until Nancy came to 'wake' us up. She checked us out and decided to change us before breakfast. We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast wearing only our diapers and nothing else. No one seemed to be concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing she was still in only panties. "Looks like it will be a nice day, boys!" Jimmy's dad said as he kissed his wife before going down to his office. "Oh boy! that means we get to play out back," Jimmy pointed out the window. I saw a big old tree with a ladder of boards nailed to the trunk. My eyes followed the ladder up the tree, "Is that a tree house?" I asked as I strained to see more of it. "Yes! Isn't it great! It was here when we moved in. Come on I'll show it to you." Jimmy pushed his chair back. "You boys go ahead and play if you want," his mother told us. I asked Jimmy if we should put on our shorts before going outside but he just shrugged his shoulders, "No! nobody's going to see us anyway, Come on." Even though I was use to wearing diapers all the time, I was not experienced in going outside in only a diaper. I felt that if Jimmy's mother did not care it would be alright. The moment I stepped out the back door with my bare feet touching the soft grass I knew this is something to enjoy. A warm light wind was blowing around my body giving me a most wonderful feel of freedom I had ever known. I reasoned to myself that having on the diaper was not much different then having on a swim shorts. Boys in those days wore a swim suit that was not much different then a pair of underpants. The diaper was enough covering to keep us well covered in that area. I suppose if we were seen from a distance it may appear we were wearing white swim wear. Of course, someone may confuse the diaper for underpants. In any case, I soon became accustomed to being in only a diaper. "I thought you only wore your diaper to bed. Your mother did not seem to care if you had them on now?" It was more a question then a statement. "Oh, she lets me play outback sometimes unless I have to go downtown with her. Then I get dressed." We had reached the tree and Jimmy was starting up the ladder. "Careful, there is not much a hold on some of the boards." I heard some giggling below me as I was about halfway to the tree house. Jimmy had already gone through the small trap door. I turned to look down and saw Betty looking up at me. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You ..... your diaper butt!" she giggled. "My what?" I called back to her. "Never mind her, she always say's that! She gets her kicks out of watching me when I am in a diaper." Jimmy told his sister to go someplace else and leave us alone. I thought he was a little rough on her but she did not seem to mind, she giggled something else at us then ran off towards the house. "Has Betty ever been up here?" I asked. "A few times," he answered. I was standing up looking out the large window. I could see all around, even into the neighbors' back yards. From the other side I could see the back door to his house. It even had a full size roof to shed any rain. "How do you like it?" Jimmy pointed around the room. "A lot! Wish I had something like this. We don't even have a big enough tree to build one in." I was green with envy. Over on one wall there was a chest with three or four drawers. When I asked him what was in it, Jimmy told me I would never guess. He opened one and pulled out a pair of rubber pants. Real tan rubber. In those days we did not know what plastic pants were. It was built with elastic band around the waist and around each leg opening. When you wore them over a cloth diaper it would leave a red outline around the waist and thighs because they fit so tight but the part that covered the diaper was big and bulky. I remember how they would cause me to sweat until my diaper was almost as wet as if I had peed in them. In the summer time one would need several changes a day just to keep dry. Because of diaper rash my mother would cover my butt and front parts with something like Vaseline so I would not break out so bad. The fitted cloth diapers and disposables of today are much more comfortable. But maybe not near as much fun. Anyway back to the story. Jimmy had maybe four or more pairs of rubber pants in there. Another drawer he showed me several clean diapers and a box of baby diaper pins and a bar of soap. Now a bar of soap was a good thing to have. The diaper pins would go through the material much easier if you first jab the sharp pin into the soap first. "The diapers are mine but the rubber pants were left here by the last owner. They had a kid 12 years old. He must have forgot to check the drawers out before moving away." Jimmy handed me one of the rubber pants. "Just right!" I said after holding it up in front of me. "That's not all.... look!" Jimmy went over to loose board in one of the walls. Sliding one of the loose boards he put his hand into the opening and pulled out something. "What are they?" I looked the small package over. "I don't know, I think they are balloons." Jimmy took one that had been opened and blew it up. "Blow yours up, too." I unwrapped it. It was not like any balloon I had ever seen. "Maybe they are some kind of weather balloon," I said as I started blowing it up. "Boy, this sure has a large opening, must be why they are easy to blow up." The large balloons entertained us for a while 'til we tired of them. Jimmy let the air out and rolled them up. He placed them back into the secret hiding place. "Don't tell the girls about them, they may want some, too." I promised I would not tell. It would be years later before I realized just what they really were. Then I began to wonder what that 12 year old was doing with them. Oh ya! I forgot! Jimmy opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a large grocery sack. Opening it I was shown several pair of boys white underpants. They been used alright but why did he store them in his tree house. Jimmy and I could only guess. And so went the rest of the morning until my mom came after me. I asked my mother if Jimmy could come over and stay with me at our house. She smiled but only said, "maybe one day!" This is about only one day that summer. There was many more before we would go back to school. Part 5 -- Figuring Out Momma I told my mother about the tree house but kept most details to myself. I did not think she would understand about the underwear we found. As for the balloons, well it actually slipped my mind. Looking back on that, I would say, "it was a good thing, that's for sure." Mom had never before allowed me to go outside in only a diaper but this morning when she picked me up I was in the backyard. I started for the house. She asked me where I was going. She told me she had my things in the car. She even had me go around to the front of the house and get into the car. I mentioned something like, "Hey, mom. I only have a diaper on!" And did you know she told me she could see that. "But, mom, someone might see me." I was a little self conscious but did as she told me. I ran to the car and shut the door quickly. I don't think anyone saw me anyway. When she got into the car she just smiled saying, "It is so warm today, I think a lot of boys will be running around in their shorts. You look just fine just fine to me." "But Mom, I am not in shorts. Some of the kids would make fun of me," I worried. I turned and waved good-bye to Jimmy who was now standing on the sidewalk waving to me. He was yelling something but I could not hear what it was. I continued to look back at him until we turned the corner. His mother popped his butt and pointed toward the backyard. Hope he wasn't in trouble. He told me he could go out back in a diaper but was not to go out front. "Have a good time, son?" my Mom asked. "Sure did, he has an great room.... he has lots of things. Mom, did you know he has two sisters?" I beamed as I spoke. "Yes, I met them too, remember?" She patted my leg. "Oh ya! now I remember...... but did you see Betty, what she was wearing?" I spoke about her showing off her underpants just as if it were a common occurrence. "Did that bother you, Baby!" She smiled as she turned onto our street. "No!" I answered with a break in my voice. "Mrs. Grove told me you boys were doing a lot of talking late last night. What did you fellows find to talk about?" Mom was not interfering but she sometimes likes to know what I'm doing . "Just things!" I looked out the window. "Things! I thought only girls would find things to talk about. I hope you didn't bother anyone." Mom always said I should be considerate of others and mind my manners when I am a guest. "Did you know his sisters like to........" I stopped in mid sentence. "Like to do what, Baby?" Mom stopped in our driveway. Then she turned to me for an answer. I realized this may be awkward the explain. I wasn't sure if I should say anything. I was almost ashamed. But I knew if I did not say something she would sit there the rest of the afternoon waiting for me to spill the beans. "Well... They like to help Jimmy, you know, change his diapers and all." I was expecting mom to react with shock but to my surprised she just said, "Is that all?" "Is that all!" I thought to myself, "Is that all... I wanted to say, "Good Grief, Mom." But I didn't. But I did say, "Mom they was girls!" "They were girls, Dear....not they was...." She always corrected me for saying the wrong words. "Mrs. Grove told me they helped both of you last night." "Good Grief, she knows!" ran through my mind. Sometimes I just don't understand my mother.... one time she got after me for looking at some pictures of naked girls I found in some kind of medical book. Now a real girl takes my diaper clean off and she isn't even upset. I am well aware that if I took off her panties I would be in big trouble. I just could not get it. Why the difference between girls and boys. I remember when one of my brothers wanted to baby-sit a neighborhood girl and mom and dad would not let him. He was about 13 then, I think the girl was about 4 or so. But when they needed a sitter for me, they got a 14 year old girl for the job. I just could not understand why! "Mom, they just came in the bedroom and did it, we hardly said anything." I tried to act shocked like I was a victim but inside I was getting excited all over again. "Well, come on in the house, I have supper to prepare." Mom opened her car door motioning for me to do the same. She promised me we could talk about this later if I want. I looked her right into the eye and asked, "Mom, don't you mind having a girl change me?" She just laughed, "Baby, if I could get help with diaper changing I would happy to let them do it." She continued, "No, I am not upset because they help change you. You must just accept the fact that girls have taken care of boys for a long time and will continue to do so a lot longer. Now come on and get into the house." She was beginning to sound like a Mother so I opened my door. Just as I was about to get out I saw a couple of my school friends coming down the sidewalk. I quickly closed my door and slid down so they would not see me. Mom came around to my side of the car and started to open the door. I could sense she as loosing patience with me. But I kept pointing my finger toward the boys on the sidewalk. She understood. Mom called out a greeting to them as they passed by. They did not see me. Soon as mom opened my door I made a bee line for the front door of the house. I hit the door hard but it was locked. It was as if every one in the neighborhood were watching me. I thought mom would never get the door open. But of course, no one paid me the slightest attention. That was the first time I was out in public in just a diaper since I was 5 years old. I had to learn not to be so self-conscious of myself. Mom wanted to have me changed before she started supper. While she changed me she asked, "Did you really let Betty change you?" "I had no choice, she just did it." Again I acted as if I was upset over it but mom could tell I was just playing like I was. I had to admit it was somewhat embarrassing but I really did not mind, not at all. Mom help me get into the rubber pants then handed me the bottom to my pajamas. I asked her if I had to put them on. "I don't think you need to sit at our table naked." She insisted I put them on. "But I am not naked, Mommy, I have a diaper on!" I tried to reason with her. "You been running around half naked all morning, now I want you to put these on," she insisted. I have learned not to argue with my mother. I could never win anyhow. So I pulled the bottom pajama over my diaper. I learned that day that when a boy goes outside in only a diaper he really don't want anything else on. Even today when I see a little toddler walking around in only his diaper I want to join him. Mom had supper ready by the time Daddy got home so we all sat down to eat. My Daddy was not too happy to have his little son still in diapers. But there was not much he could do about it. I embarrassed him once. He had taken me to the Office with him so the workers there could see me. I pooped and everyone could smell it. Daddy took me into his office and changed me. I think he wondered what the others thought about it. Daddy was the boss so they could not say much. I always hated it when they would mess up my hair telling me what a cute boy I was. I know they were only trying to get on the good side of Daddy. One day a man put me up on his lap. He told me he had a little boy just my age, I was about 8 then. Good thing I had on a diaper or he would had a wet lap. Later that evening mom changed me into the night diaper and tucked me into bed. She read me a story then kissed me good night. I felt so comfortable, warm and dry curled up under the covers. My trusty thumb found it's way into my mouth. Daddy came in to give me a night kiss. He pulled my thumb out and kissed me saying, "Baby, you just don't understand just how good you have it. But I love you, good night!" Yes he was right, years later I still remember how well I had it. I knew I was loved and well cared for. Tomorrow is another day. Jimmy and I have things to do, things to talk about. The whole summer laid ahead of us. What more would a boy want. With my thumb back into the mouth I rolled up into a ball and fell asleep. Part 6 -- The Trip to the Cabin Our parents decided to take a weekend and rent a cabin in the mountains. Mom, Dad and I camped up there last year. I was glad they were going to go again this year. More so because Jimmy is going with us. Our fathers wanted to get in some fishing and check out the area for fall hunting season, taking us kids and Moms along was meant to be a treat for our families. Friday afternoon we had all the packing done, the pickup truck was fully loaded with everything we would need. Mom had loaded our car with some things, leaving a place in the back seat for me and Jimmy. Jimmy was going to ride with me in our car. In the trunk Mom had three bags of diapers for me that would mean I could have 72 changes. What a weekend! Jimmy's Mom had brought over a package of night diapers for Jimmy. Mom told me not to worry about him because that is why she put in extra for me. "Soon as your Daddy gets home and Jimmy arrives we will be on our way. Daddy will drive the truck and lead the way for Jimmy's Daddy and Momma. "I am so happy you and Dad are going camp up at the cabin again this year. I am looking forward to showing everything to Jimmy." I told my Mom. "We thought you would enjoy having Jimmy. Last year you we did not have much for you to do with Dad going off fishing and me resting. This year you will at least have some company," Mom said apologetically. "I had a lot of fun last year, Mom! I was able to wear my diaper to go wading in the creek and I was able to climb some big rocks and I chased a squirrel through the woods and...". I had more to say before Mom interrupted me. "I guess boys can find things to do. Us girls never ran around like that. We stayed near the camp and helped with the meals, doing pots and pans with the dishes," Mom told me. "Boy! sure sounds boring......!" I told her. She laughed then told me, "Well this year we will have Mrs. Grove and the two girls to help out. We can have more time to sit and talk." Mom seemed to like that. "What do girls talk about so much? ..... I mean they chatter all the time." I should have watched what I said. "Well now we do other things too, you know! Besides I want to get to know Mrs. Grove better, I rather like that family." Mom said. "And Jimmy, you like him, too?" I asked. "Of course, he is kinda cute just like you!" Mom laughed again. "Ah Mom!" "Here's your Dad. Where is Jimmy? He is supposed had been here before this time." Mom looked up and down the street. Dad parked his car next to the pickup. "Thought you would all be gone by now!" Dad said. "We're waiting for Jimmy, he was supposed to be here by now," Mom told him. "Here he is now!" I yelled. "Hi! Jimmy!" "Hi, sorry I am late but I had an accident just before I went out of the house. Mom decided I should be in a diaper in case I had to pee or something while in the car," Jimmy explained. "Hurry and get into the back seat and we will be off," Mom opened the car door for us. "Bye Daddy. See you later at the cabin," I called out as the car backed out the drive way. Once we reached the freeway Mom had to turn on the air conditioner because the car got too hot inside. But for some reason the air conditioner did not cool the car down. Mom rolled the window down but that only let even hotter air in. "Whew! It must be a hundred outside today. You kids alright?" She called to the back seat. "Mom. Can we take off our shirts? It's really hot back here," I pleaded. "I think that would be a good idea, we don't want to get heat stroke, do we?" Mom pulled at her blouse as if to fan herself. It took no time for us two boys to strip off those damp T-shirts. But it was not enough. "Mom can we take off our pants, too?" I asked again. Mom took a quick look into the rearview mirror. "I told you to wear your shorts, but you wanted those big baggy pants," she reminded me. "I know..... My diapers don't show so much with these long pants, but I did not know the car would be so hot. Please, Mom." "Me too!" Jimmy spoke up. Mom took another glance in the mirror. I could see she was smiling. "I would think you kids would want them off. Go ahead, I don't think we will have to stop anywhere until we get to the mountains." Mom fanned her blouse again. We put out legs up into the air and slipped out of our pants. Jimmy had on a pair of short cut-off pants. Once the pants were off we both sighed with relief sitting back letting the warm wind blow over our bodies. "I'm still hot!" Jimmy complained while pulling the top of his diaper to get air inside. I did not want him to think I was looking at him but I could not help it. He had on a big night time diaper not like mine which was a small well fitted baby type cloth with two safety pins pulling the diaper high up my thighs. I didn't even have on rubber panties. I felt so cool. "It's no wonder, Jimmy...... your in nighttime diapers... how many did your mom put on you?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him. "Like she always puts on me at night, about four folded then the outside one." Jimmy pulled the bottom of the diaper at the legs to allow more air in. "Ya! Great for night but not in this heat. Your mom most likely thought our air conditioner would be enough to help." I turned to get a better view of him. "Did I hear you say you had on a thick diaper?" Mom asked Jimmy. "Yes," he answered "He even has four safety pins, two up and two down." I added. "You poor boy!" Mom said to Jimmy. "Jay...(that's my nick name, short for Jason) get one of your diapers out of the bag on the floor, if you need them you will find a couple safety pins in the side pocket." "OK Mom!" I was surprised Mom did not just pull over and park then change him herself, but she was going to have me do it. "Want me to do it, Jimmy?" I asked as if needing his permission. It was obvious that anyone looking in as they drove by could see us in the back seat but I was not as concerned about it as Jimmy was. Looking out the side window at all the traffic around us, Jimmy slid down the seat as far as he could get. Jimmy spread his legs to allow me access to his diaper. I looked up at him. Jimmy was not watching me but looking out the window as much he could at that angle. I was kneeling on the floor kicking the diaper bag out of my way, I took the two top pins out of his diaper. Jimmy was pushing the seat with both hands in order to lift himself enough to peek out the bottom part of the window again. "Is anyone watching?" I asked him. "No but they might," Jimmy said worried-like. Mom glanced in the rearview mirror, "Have trouble, boys?" "No, Mom... Just getting ready to do it," I answered. I took the bottom pins off and folded up the pins so not to get stuck. I looked up at Tommy. This time our eyes met. Somehow he looked different, his eyes were wide open looking a little nervous. He turned his head as I pulled the diaper out from under him tossing it to the other side of the seat. It felt wet but I don't think it was pee. Suddenly without even touching him I watched his weenie jump into the air. I took a quick look up to see what Jimmy was doing. He was still pushing against the seat cushion with both hands but he had laid his hear back against the seat. He had his eyes closed really tight. I looked back at his stiff one finding it turning a pale blue from the strain of being so hard. "I can't believe this!" I thought to myself. I glanced up but realized Mom would not be able to see us this low in the seat. I reached around and pulled out one of my pre- folded diapers from the bag. I had to lift his butt off the seat to put it under him. He co-operated by pushing himself up and towards me. From where I was he had pushed himself almost into my face. I could smell the pee on his peter. It wasn't until after I put the last pin in that I noticed I had an erection of my own. I said nothing, but I wondered about it. Jimmy relaxed when I sat back up beside him. "Anyone see us?" I asked. "I don't think so!" He answered with a smile. "Thanks!" "That feel better now, Jimmy?" Mom called from the front seat. " Yes, thanks, it's a lot cooler now." Jimmy looked at me with this silly grin on his face. I smiled back as if nothing unusual happened. In the next few minutes we had turned off the freeway and were making out way toward the mountains. But in the back of my mind I kept seeing his erection. Boy! was his foreskin ever tight. I bet he could really feel that one. Again I was having a feeling in mine again. I wondered why! Part 7 -- Week End in the Mountains #2 'Meeting Diaper Boys.' Jimmy and I waded in the pool we made by damming up the small creek. We were have the time of our lives even forgetting that diapers don't work so well as swim suits. It was not long before Jimmy's and my diapers were so saturated with water mixed with our own water works that they no longer could be kept in place. Tommy had taken his off because they were so water soaked that they would not stay up around his waist. Mine were not far from falling off either. The two girls came upon us before we were aware of it. It was Betty who arrived first. She pointed and giggled, finding us in the condition we were in. Nancy sat the diaper bag down on the ground then watched us play. Betty took off her shoes and socks and waded in but fell over a rock causing her to soak her short dress. Nancy took Betty's clothes off and hung them up to dry letting her little sister join us in the water. By this time my diaper came off too. You would think two naked boys and a naked girl would equal some problems but in a very short time it did not matter to us at all. We were just three kids in a pond having a lot of fun. But I must admit it was stimulating to say the least. Of course Betty kept an eye on us. But I don't think it was to keep the boys and girl apart. She seemed to be enjoying being part of the fun. I don't know how long it was but before we were ready to put our play behind us and go back to camp both mine and Jimmy's mom's came looking for us. They let us play a little bit longer but then had us get out of the water drying us with towels they brought. It seemed a little embarrassing to have Jimmy's mother dry me. She did a complete job of it. Betty was being taken care of by Nancy. But Jimmy's mother soon had me powdered and diapered. My mother did the same for Jimmy. I often wondered why our mothers took care of the others kid. But now that I am older I think I understand. Mom's are human too. They enjoy making changes. Nancy was taking care of Betty making sure she was very dry. She had her wrapped up in a large beach towel. She was very cute. But one thing I couldn't understand. While she was playing in the water naked with us boys, she was wide open and didn't care she was naked. But now she gets self conscious about being naked and keeping herself hidden under the towel. Girls are strange that way. I had intended to ask mom about that but it slipped my mind. When we got back to camp my father and Mr. Grove were ready to go fishing on the lake. "You boys want to go along." My daddy asked. We both jumped for joy as we grabbed out poles. We ran to van which Dad would have to drive about a mile to the boat landing. We must have been the only two boys in diapers because several older boys kept looking at us. We didn't care... we had our Dads there if we needed protection. It was pretty hot out on the water. Dad made a covering for us boys which helped. Soon Mr. Grove and Dad started shedding there shirts. Daddy made the mention that he wished he could be in a diaper too or at least could strip to underpants. Us boys couldn't understand what was keeping them. But, heck, we were only 10 and at that age nothing like underpants would have kept us from being comfortable. Daddy slowed down as he came close to another boat with some women in it. When we got closer we could see they had a couple little boys, in diapers. One lady called out, "At least the boys are cool!" She could not help to have seen Jimmy and I. "Ya, lucky them, eh?" Mr. Grove called back as we made for more open water. We waved to the other boys and they waved back. "See, there are other boys out here in diapers," Daddy said. "Ya, but they are only about two or three years old. We were hoping we could find some our age," Jimmy answered. Soon Daddy took the boat into a cove and dropped anchor. "This is where we caught those big ones last year. I don't think many fishermen come back in here," he told Mr. Grove. "Possibly because they couldn't find it," Mr. Grove commented after nearly being struck in the head with an low branch. We sat there for about an hour. Daddy caught a few fish and so did Jimmy's Daddy. Both of us boys caught nothing and we were getting bored. Jimmy had put his pole away several minutes before I had. We sat wiggling on the boat seat. Sometimes we leaned over the edge looking into the water. Some small fish were there. I had the feeling someone was watching us. I turned around and Jimmy's Daddy was looking right at my diaper. When I noticed I had turned around he smiled then dropped his line out again. But he kept looking at me. He caused me to feel strange by not saying anything. He just smiled, but I could see his eyes were aimed towards my diaper. I had to look and see what he was looking at but saw nothing out of order. He just continued looking and smiling at me. Weird! I looked over at Daddy. He winked at me and smiled. I had noticed other men looking at me that way when all I had on was a diaper but why was our Dad's doing it. Then I realized it was not just me they had eyes on but both of us. Dad spoke up asking us if we would like to play on the beach. He knew we were getting restless. Jimmy was leaning over the side splashing water. He looked up then sat up on the seat. "Ya! You want to, Jay?" He asked me. "Ok!" I answered getting to my feet. "Wait and I will run the boat over there by that log and you can walk to shore." Daddy pointing to the place. "Bill and I will go to the other cove where we fished last year and then come back for you boys, we won't be over a couple of hours. Do you suppose you could play here until we return?" Daddy asked. "Sure! We will stay here..... Can we go and investigate the woods over there?" I pointed to what looked like a small opening between trees. "Yes, but keep the lake in view, we don't want to have come looking for you. When you hear the boat come right back here, OK?" Daddy instructed us. "The same for you, Jimmy! I think you should have brought your shoes and socks, so watch out where you step," Bill told his son. We watched as the boat disappeared around the bend. Then it was very quiet. Almost too quiet for two 10 year old boys. "Let's go see what is over there!" Jimmy walked toward the opening between the trees. We found a small meadow just beyond the trees. "Should have brought some mosquito repellent too." I swatted at my leg. "Come over here!" Jimmy called to me from a little distance away. "What you see!" I asked when running up to him. We squatted down in the tall grass. He had found a frog hiding along the edge of a small pool of water. We took a stick and poked at the frog making him jump till finally he dove in the water and swam under the over hanging bank. Not about to give up we both lay down on your stomachs so we could reach under the bank for the frog. All we accomplished was to stir up mud, making it impossible to see anything if it were there. "What you boys doing!" came this voice from above us. Flipping quickly over onto our backs we looked up and saw the faces of two other boys. I guessed that one was about 8 years old the other closer to 13. The look-alike boys could not be mistaken for brothers. Both boys dropped down on their knees beside us trying to look for what ever we were so interested in. "Frogs!" Jimmy said. "Just an old frog..... he got away and we were trying to find him!" 'Ya, a frog!" I had to repeat. "OH! by the way, my name is Calvin this here is my little brother Shane," the older boy introduced himself. Calvin held up his open hand toward me. I gave it a friendly swat. Shane drew closer to his big brother. I think he was shy. It was Shane that drew attention to our diapers. He pointed and asked, "Why you got on diapers?" For the first time since being seen by the other boys I began feeling a bit of embarrassment. I had almost forgotten I was only wearing a diaper. "Well, err, I ..... that is me and Jimmy, well, we have to.... that is, err....!" I just got all tongue tied. "You don't have to explain..... Shane pees his pants too. He has this condition where he has little or no control over wetting himself at night. So he knows what they are for!" Calvin bopped his brother on the head with the palm of his hand. "Sorry!" Shane apologized. "But Calvin wets the bed!" Shane pops his brother on the thigh. "It's Ok! Lot of people don't understand and some make fun of us, others just smile or laugh," Jimmy said. "Ya I know all too well." Calvin seemed to be recalling from the past. "I admit I wish I could had worn diapers outside when I was your age. I used to pee my pants and kids would make fun of me calling me names like 'pee pants' or pee-pee boy!" "It isn't often I get to wear them outside but since I became friends with Jimmy our Mom's let us go outside together. This is the first time we were able to play up here at the lakes. We are camping up at my Daddy's cabin. He has a boat and will be coming after us later on. Where you all staying?" I asked. Shane answered me by pointing. "Over there," he said, "We stay in a tent with our Uncle!" "Our Uncle takes us camping sometimes. We don't have a Daddy," Calvin explained. "Don't you got on a diaper under your shorts, Shane?" Jimmy asked, being a little outspoken. Shane ducked his head as if he were trying to hide himself. "Yes!" He said in almost a whisper. "Show it to them, Shane!" His brother pulled at Shane's oversized T-shirt. Shane pulled up his T-shirt showing off his high top diaper that come up above his belly button. His small blue shorts just barely fit over the bulging diaper. "Why don't you just wear your diaper and forget the shorts?" Jimmy came right to the point. Calvin told us how his Uncle wanted Shane and himself to go around in just a diaper while they camped out. "But we were afraid someone would see us and make fun or worse." I asked Calvin if he was in a diaper but he told us he didn't have one on now but that he did have one on before coming to investigate who we were. "We don't see may older boys in diapers. So when we heard your voices out here we got dressed and came to see who was there," Calvin told us. "What kind of diaper do you like?" I had asked Calvin. "I don't know.... like yours I guess..... Our Uncle puts on a baby diaper on Shane, with safety pins and cloth. Some times he puts on a pair of rubber pants too. He has me wear one too only I am bigger then Shane so I fold them and put them inside my underpants." Calvin explained. "We were watching you when you first came into the opening," Shane giggled. "We weren't sure what you had on at first but thought it might be a diaper but couldn't tell until we got here." Calvin smiled. "We live in the country with our Uncle. Our Mother and us in a trailer house behind his house. Our Uncle looks after us while Mom goes to work," Calvin explained. "Where do you guy's live?" Shane asked. "Ah! We live in town just a block away from each other." I told him. "Then you're not brothers?" Calvin wasn't too surprised seeing we did not look alike. "No, but the best of friends." I told him. "Would you like us to be your friends, too?" Calvin asked. "Sure!" Jimmy answered. "Wouldn't we, Jay?" "You bet, We been hoping to meet some other boys in diapers. Would you like to stay and play? We could look for more frogs or even snakes or things," I said. I was not keen on the snake thing but really wanted them to stay and play. "Come with us and meet our Uncle.... We have to tell him where we are. Anyway he will want to meet you two boys," Calvin said. "Did he see us?" I asked looking in the direction of their camp even though I couldn't see it from where we were. "Uh Hh!" Shane nodded his head. "He sent us down to check you out." We took a look towards the lake. We saw nor heard a boat so we said we would go for awhile but would have to come back when Daddy came for us. Part 8 -- Weekend in The Mountains (cont.) `Meeting a Strange Uncle.' Calvin led us to a tent pitched just off a road back in the brush. Shane followed behind us carrying his blue shorts. His long T-shirt allowed only a small tip of his diaper showing between his legs. A man came out of the tent carrying a large flash camera with a flash attachment. He started taking pictures without even asking us. He told Calvin to go put on his diaper and ordered Shane to pull off his T-shirt. To a 10 year old this man seemed old but I now know he was about 35 years old. The Uncle had Jimmy and I sit in some lawn chairs he had put around an outdoor fireplace. He kept taking pictures and giving instructions having us move a certain way. He told us he wanted us to show off our diapers. We watched Shane as he stripped down to his diaper. Then Calvin came out of the tent in only what looked like a pair of bulgy underpants. The uncle seemed pleased to have four diapered boys as his subjects. After Calvin introduced us to his uncle he came and sat down beside me. The Uncle put his camera down. "Hi, call me Uncle Bill if you want, or just Bill." Bill asked a lot of questions about ourselves. Most his questions seemed to pertain to diapers and why we were wearing them. We answered is questions the best and truthfully as we could. When he asked if our parents knew we were out here in only diapers we told him they not only knew but they wanted us to enjoy the weekend. We told him we are not always able to walk around outside in only diapers. But that this weekend is special. When we were finished telling our story the man seemed pleased. "It seems to me your parents are the most sensible adults a kid could have for parents and that we were very lucky indeed to have such understanding grownups to raise us. He told us a little of his past as a child. He told how he was punished for about everything he ever did. How unloved he felt. His Dad would get drunk and come home late waking the family up so he could abuse them. "But one thing my Dad did was to give me lots of loving if I had on a diaper. Sometimes he would come home drunk and make my sisters (he had three sisters and no brothers) put a diaper on me." He told his story. He offered each of us a can of Coke. Then continued with is story. "Dad would then take me to the rocking chair and hold me while feeding me warm milk from a baby bottle. He rocked me back to sleep." He had a faraway look in his eyes. "You boys ever get rocked to sleep?" He asked taking another sip of Coke. "I don't know.....!" Jimmy tried to answer. "Best thing for a little boy, having a loving man caring for him." Bill seemed not to be listening to us anyway. Bill called Shane over to him. Sitting the 8 year old on his lap the man began to hold him close as if he was a favorite doll. Slowly he rocked him back and forth. Shone put his thumb into his mouth and began to suck on it. The man played with the locks of his hair leaning over to kiss him several times. Shane kept looking at us blinking his eyes but sat still letting his Uncle pet over his diaper. I looked over at Jimmy who was looking back at me in wonderment. It was Calvin that helped to explain. "Uncle Bill is Ok he would never hurt us but he gets this way sometimes where he wants to hold us close. Mom tells us it is because the way his Father treated him as a boy and that we should not with hold from him when he wants to hold us." He seemed a bit embarrassed to tell us that. "Does he ever..... you know, do things that..... you know?" Jimmy asked. "He has never molested us if that is what you mean. He just has this thing with diapers. He likes to touch them. He just takes lots of pictures of us in diapers. He has a whole lot of collections of baby things too. It is a hobby of his." Calvin apologized for his Uncle's behavior. Letting go of Shane he motioned for one of us to come over. We just looked at each other with a nervous look. No way, Jose! Just then we could hear the boat pulling into the cove. "Gotta go, Daddy's back!" I said as I got up heading back towards the lake. Jimmy was right behind me. We left the Uncle and boys looking surprised at our quick departure. Only after we got to the small clearing did we turn back to wave then hurried on to the lake. We never said a word about our adventure until later that night when we got ourselves into bed. With a fresh diaper on, the lights turned out Jimmy and I began to compare thoughts about Uncle Bill and the boys. I don't know if we ever told our parents but we did talk about it among ourselves time to time after that. I had always wondered what became of Shane and Calvin and what are they doing today many years after that day at the lake. We would fantasize about Uncle Bill changing our diapers, we made up stories about how he would take our diaper off then smell them. That always made us giggle. But the reality of it all was we did not feel comfortable with Uncle Bill. We knew something was wrong. Our Daddy's would romp around with us and we never got that kind of feeling but just the memory of watching Shane being fondled gave us mixed emotional feelings, we wondered about it but knew something was very wrong about it. We never saw the boys or Uncle again even when we went back to the lake in the years to come. Part 9 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Saturday Night We asked if we could sleep outside in a small pup tent which Jimmy's dad brought along just in case it was needed. Our Dads pitched it up on a flat area above the cabin, giving us some unsuspected privacy. "Hey! This is a great place to camp out, Jimmy!" I said as we looked around the area. "Ya! We can have fun up here and we can watch the cabin, see the lake and everything from up here." Jimmy pointed down through the trees. "Will your sisters be coming up here later?" I was hoping they would. "Nah! we don't want no girls up here to spoil our fun, besides, Nancy and Betty are going to sleep in the boat down at the dock," Jimmy told me. "But we won't have anyone to change us!" I brought up a good question. "You're right! I don't like to change myself. It's too hard to get the diaper to fit just right ....... Jimmy was having the right thoughts, "I know what..... you change me and I will change you!" Jimmy's words gave me goose bumps. It wasn't that I was so interested in having to change him, I did that in the car while traveling on the highway, but to have him change me gave me a jolt of excitement. We had seen each other before when the girls and our Moms changed us in town, but the very idea of being alone with my best friend while able to diaper him was a pleasing thought. As much as Jimmy's idea was acceptable I was hoping to have Betty do the diaper changing. The last time she did it for me she took a long time. I know she was looking at me in a big way. "OK! But I like the girls to do it for us, don't you?" I asked. "How come? you do it good, too!" Jimmy was referring to the time I changed him in the car while on the highway. "I remember!" I answered. "I know you can do it too...... but.... well, I like having Betty do it," I told him in a awkward way. "We could have your or my Mom come up and do it for us!" Jimmy suggested. "Or we could go down to the cabin to have them do it." "No!" I quickly said, "Up here is better, besides it is starting to get dark outside." "Not afraid of the dark, are you?" Jimmy teased. "Heck no! Sometimes at home I like to go outside in the dark and play in my diapers," I confessed to one of my few off-the-wall moments. I asked him if he ever gone outside at night like that. Jimmy giggled and asked me if I ever gone out in the back yard naked....! "You have done that?" I asked. "Sure... it's fun ... have you?" He giggled. I told him how I went out into the alley late at night with only my slippers on and how I almost got caught by a man putting garbage into his can. Then he told me some other things he did that had sexual content in it. By this time the two of us were getting sillier and sillier until we had to stop making suggestions because this kind of talk was causing some degree of embarrassment. Neither of us two boys had ever talked this way to anyone else, ever. If our Mothers ever overheard they would have pulled our diapers off for spanking purposes. We sat in front of out little tent in silence for a while. I was thinking of some things he said and I am sure he was doing the same for what I had said. We had talked to each other before like this but only hinting at the surface of things, but tonight we got down deeper then 'nice' boys should go. I was feeling the hint of excitement at some of his suggestions. I was sure he felt much the same as I. Then Jimmy broke the silence by asking, "Want me to go down and asked them if they want to do it?" Jimmy offered. I knew he meant to asked the girls to change us. "No.... We can do it ourselves. But maybe they will come up before long to say good night. You think they might?" I asked hopefully. "Nancy did say she would check on us later," Jimmy said as he got to his feet. We went into the tent. The sun was just setting in the West leaving long shadows along the landscape. The warm evening winds began to pick up, causing the tent to flap to make song along with the rattling of the leaves in the trees. The pine trees began to sway as if they were paying homage to the disappearing sun. From inside the tent we could hear the eerie whine of wind whipping at the corners of the tent. Because the inside of our tent was warmer then outside we had left the front flap open so the cooler air could circulate over our bodies making us conscious the fact we only wore diapers. We lay upon our sleeping bags as we picked up where we left off outside. Our voices were getting softer as the more details we discussed became aflame with sexual overtones. We began to tell deep secrets that had been locked up inside us for the last 5 or 6 years. We both discovered how much more we had in common then we first had expected. There was times when I thought he was talking about me when he carefully disclosed one of his most guarded secrets. We took a pledge in 'spit on the palm' that we would never tell another soul. A pledge both of us had kept for many years even after we grew up and apart. Jimmy told me his diaper was becoming uncomfortable and would need a change soon. I agreed we should get a change soon as we both were long overdue. I had peed mine twice already this afternoon but now the third time was too much and the diaper began to droop between my legs. Jimmy was also uncomfortable but his was from the poop as much as pee. It was seen seeping along the gathers at his thighs. "Man.... you gotta get changed... you beginning to stink really bad!" I sat up only to feel a wetness dribble down my own leg. Both of us began to look around for the extra diapers but none were to be found. "I sure hope Nancy and Betty will be coming up here soon." I held my diaper tightly against me for fear I would dribble more. I could feel my bladder giving a few signals that it would be needing another empty very soon. "Me too!" Jimmy turned onto his side only to let out a loud fart that signaled more poop would soon be finding space in that loaded diaper. I was very glad I had no need to poop but my bladder starting to leak even more pee. Both of us started for the opening in the tent. We must have been a sight to have seen. Two boys with dirty diapers sagging low in the rear waddling down the trail after dark. Both of us calling at the top of our lungs for the girls who would know what to do. We only got less then half way down the hill when Nancy showed up with a bag of clean diapers. She took Jimmy's hand leading him back towards the tent. I followed a few steps behind. "Wait up!" I heard the female voice of Betty coming up behind me. She took my hand and we walked side by side back to the tent. "We knew you boys would need a change by now!" Betty said as she pulled out a diaper for me. She had me lie on the ground then undid my diaper carefully rolling it up then placing it in a paper sack to be washed later. Nancy took Jimmy's diaper into the woods away from the tent before she dumped the mess then she rolled it up and placed it in the sack next to mine. Meantime, the two of us boys went naked until the girls could get us washed up, then we lay down on our sleeping bags so the girls could fix on the new clean night diapers. Jimmy got an extra layer from Nancy because she thought he may poop again. The girls stayed with us until Dad called them back down to the cabin. We watched them head on to the boat where they would spend the night. Jimmy closed the tent flap. I turned on the battery- powered lamp between us. We sat on our sleeping bags and talked for a long time. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up finding Jimmy and I were still on top of our sleeping bags with arms and legs intertwined. Rather then disturb my friend I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep dreaming I am sure of happy times together. There were other times we would camp out together, sleep close and, of course, always with the diaper covering our little butts. But this first camping out with each other was one of the best ever. We would later learn to talk freely giving each other secrets of our private lives without fear or shame. I am sure if our parents every overheard us they would have been greatly surprised of what we knew and what we had done. Maybe it was just as well that they never knew. Part 10 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Sunday Morning I was the first to wake up this morning. Jimmy was lying next to me with his back pushing against my butt. I moved over onto my back rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I could hear birds singing a wakeup song. I noticed the sun was already beating down from above. The tent was getting rather warm, even with the front flap still open from last night. I rolled onto my side facing Jimmy who was just now waking up. Restlessly he began to rub his face with his fist. I watched as awareness returned to his body. In order to hurry the waking process I took my finger and lightly ran it over his belly. When ever I came close to his diaper his stomach would go into a spasm. Then he would swat himself thinking it was a bug crawling on him. I could not keep from giggling out loud. This brought Jimmy fully awake. Sitting up he started giggling with me telling me, "that tickles." After having a morning wrestling party we started feeling the early morning hungers. Somehow we made our way down the hill towards the boat where we would find the girls busy folding up their sleeping bags. "Hi, it's another day, eh?" I asked. "Yes, the last day to be camping out. Wish we could stay another few days, don't you?" Nancy asked. "Maybe we could ask mom and daddy if we could stay a while longer." Jimmy had a great idea even if it would not come to pass. "What we going to do today?" Betty spoke up as she crawled up out of the pile of bedding. My eyes widen as I turned to see Betty standing before us in only her thin panties with colorful flower prints on it. I was surprised. I would think she would have on at least a pair of shorts. I looked over at Jimmy. He did not seem to even see her. At least he was unconcerned. Nancy, however, saw how I reacted but all she did was smile and asked me if I thought her little sister was cute. To which replied, "definitely." Nancy told us boys that she was a little surprised we were even awake this early. She said that our parents were not up yet. We helped the girls get the sleeping bags rolled and tied then we decided we would take a hike around the lake. No one told Betty to get dressed, but she put on socks and shoes but stayed in her panties. I often had wondered if anyone saw us that morning and what they must have thought. Two ten-year-old boys in nothing but dirty diapers, a little girl in only panties, being led down the path by an older girl in short shorts and T-shirt. Our walk that morning only proved we were about the only people up at the lake or the only ones up and around. We did go by a camper parked off the main road but they never saw us, I don't think. The only exciting thing to happen was at one place where we had to cross a small creek. Nancy and Jimmy had crossed on a small log that had dropped, making a fair bridge. Betty was just in front of me as she got up on the log. Then she slipped and landed on her butt in a shallow but very wet and cold running water. Being a boy I did not mind to jump into the ankle deep water and wade over to pick her up. The other kids just stood laughing on the other side. I reached down and pulled her up to her feet. She was dripping wet and a little mad about it. I helped her to the other shore where she stood crying while Nancy pulled off her panties so she could wring out the water. Again, I found myself staring with my eyes wide open and mouth dropping towards the ground. Jimmy seemed as unconcerned as he was before he acted as if this happened often for him. Nancy seemed to understand my need to investigate such a chance sighting. She tossed me the panties asking if I could got more water out of them. I just about died on the spot but did as she asked. I twisted them letting additional water dip to the ground. I handed them back to Nancy who refused to take them but ask me to put them back on Betty. I really wanted to do as she asked but I felt some embarrassment. Jimmy took them from me and as he held them for Betty to step into while I stood watching and trembling. Nancy laughed out loud saying, "You should have a little sister, I think you need one." She walked on down the path giggling to herself. Betty ran after her. I stood there as if my feet would not move. I looked toward Jimmy for help but all he did was grin. Then we both started to laugh out loud. Within a few moments we were skipping side by side forgetting the near 'drowning' and frustrations I experienced. When ever we broke out into the open sunshine Betty's wet, thin panties exposed every form and curve underneath. Daddy was coming down the path to meet us. They had woke up to find us kids gone and wondered what happened to us. Our Dads took different parts of the path to search while our mothers sat by a bonfire worrying of what may have happened. Daddy carried Betty on his shoulders while keeping a hand on the rest of us herding us back to the cabin. We got a talking to about going off without telling anyone but I think they were so glad to see us they never thought of punishing us. Betty did get a scolding for not putting on her shorts. They told her someone may have seen her. Nancy and Jimmy looked over at me and giggled. When they were asked what was so funny about it, they shrugged their shoulders saying , "nothing!" But I knew why they laughed and was glad they said no more. "Well, kids, how about a boat ride after lunch? Then you kids can go swimming when it gets hot this afternoon." One of the adults had asked. "Sure, sounds great!" Part 11 next.