Daniel's Road Trip
Ages: 16, 17
Current Age: 17

I would like to start off by saying that everything is true in this, 
except for the email address (I used the one that was the default) and 
names (There is only one person that knows about this). My real name is 
Daniel, but I do not want to give away the last name because I don't 
want everyone to know about this.

As I write this, June of 2005, I am 17 years old and I just completed 
my Junior year of High School. This happened back in April during the 
spring break. I am bi and my brother, who is a year younger than me is 
straight. I find both of us cute (he does not know that I am bi). We 
both have girlfriends and we both appear to be normal. Both of us are 
on the lacrosse team, so of course we have to be good looking. The 
second to last week of May, I had a substitute teacher for my English 
class whom I did not agree with. It ended up with me having words with 
him and me not being allowed to participate in school sports for 2 
weeks. It was a major disappointment to me because the next week we had 
the biggest match of the year, well not the biggest, but against our 
biggest rivals.

When the match was on, I was in the bleachers with my girlfriend and 
his (I scored there) watching the game. He got hit in the lower 
stomach, which shouldn't have caused any injury, but when he went down, 
the stick got kind of held him up for a split second and caused some 
damage. He lay there on the ground for about 10 seconds before I 
realized he was seriously hurt. I went down to help him and the medical 
people wouldn't let me near him. When they picked him up, he was laying 
in a puddle of urine.

The next morning, my parents and I went to visit him in the hospital. 
After visiting him for a while, the nurses called us out to talk to us 
about what had happened. Turns out he had some damage and he wouldn't 
have control of his bladder for a month or 2 and he would have to be in 
diapers. When the nurse said that, my heart sunk. We have always been 
strong people and it was ... well weird to hear that.

He was able to come home the next week, and we babied him quite a bit, 
but the expected teasing never came from me, it was still a strange 
feeling. Over the course of the next 2 weeks, I started to come open to 
the fact that he was wearing diapers, but by now, he had got a little 
control and was able to make it 3 or 4 times in a row before using it.

The week before the vacation, we had a family discussion on the 
vacation. Our parents asked him if he was up to it, and he said yes. 
They also asked me if I would be embarrassed and I said no. Every year, 
we go down to a theme park in Ohio and enjoy ourselves for the week. 
However, this year, it would be just us, no friends.

It is a day trip there and a 6-hour trip back, on the way up; we 
usually stop at attractions and spend the night in a hotel. I drink a 
lot, and it is a hard trip for me, because I have to do a lot of 
holding. I really don't like to tell everyone that I need to take a 
pee. Sometimes, I start to go just as I reach the bathroom on the trip, 
and on more than one occasion, I've had to go in a water bottle. I like 
to sit across the back seat of our van and my brother likes to sit in 
the middle seat, so I am not seen.

I started to think that the diapers would be kind of handy for the trip 
so I would be able to last the whole way without having any near misses 
or any accidents. I talked it over with him, and at first, he thought I 
was trying to sympathize for him, but he realized I was serious. He is 
a boxer man, and it does show when he is wearing the diapers, but I 
wear bikini briefs. When I tried the diaper on under my normal 
underwear, it didn't work out so well. I ran to the Wal-Mart and picked 
up some full cut briefs. I tried them on over the diaper, and it fit 
perfectly. No one could tell.

On our way up, I was hesitant to use them, and after 2 hours, my 
bladder was about to burst inside, other activities have made me so I 
can keep anything in. Anyway, I decided to let it go. At first it was a 
weird sensation, it all got warm and I felt a tear of relief come out. 
I sat there for about 20 minutes making sure that I had no leaks and I 
didn't. When we came to where we were having lunch, my brother grabbed 
2 diapers, one for him and one for me. When we got in the bathroom, we 
both changed and he asked how I like it and I said it worked. It was 
the most amazing thing ever at the time.

We continued on until we got to where we were staying (about 4 p.m.) 
and we went into the hotel. My parents got their own room and my 
brother and I got our own room. I talked with him for a while about the 
diaper and how handy it was. I slept with a diaper on and purposely wet 
the bed. When I woke up in the morning, I had the urge to poop in it, 
but then I remembered how my brother had control of his bowels, so I 
didn't want to let anyone know about it.

Over the next week and on the trip back, I wore the diapers and a few 
times had to run to Wal-Mart without anyone knowing to get diapers for 
myself and pack them in with his. Needless to say, it made the trip a 
lot handier for us all and I now have a fetish for diapers. 
Unfortunately on the way back, I discovered just how lazy I had come 
and a few times, I let stuff out without knowing it. But I recovered in 
a few days.

I now love diapers but my brother does not know this or the fact that I 
am bi.