Name: Jeff
Ages: 5-16

Growing up in rural southern Ohio our family was poor. We lived in the 
country and most of the families that lived around us were poor, also. 
No one ever would come around much so mom would just dress us boys in 
diapers and underpants, especially during the summer. It was common for 
us boys during grade school to come home and be around the house with 
just underpants being we didn't really have many clothes to wear. There 
were times when we didn't even have any clean underpants to wear and 
during the summer even when I was older really some would probably say 
too old that I would be outside in only a pair of briefs. Mom really 
didn't care as long as we were out of her hair and at times I would 
wear a diaper when there wasn't anything else to wear. I wore diapers 
at a late age anyhow because I probably wasn't properly potty trained 
and I don't think mom really worried about it. In addition my brother 
was a serious bedwetter even as a teen. We both slept in the same 
little room in our old run-down house on mattresses. I found as I was 
older that I had developed a new fondness of diapers. No one really 
cared. It was the kind of home where just about anything-goes attitude.

It so happened that a friend of mine who lived a few miles away around 
the corner was pretty much in the same boat that I was. His father 
worked as a farmhand and they were really poor. As a early teen I would 
stay overnight at his house and he would with me. He would use any 
excuse to run around almost naked as he would sometimes have to wash 
out his jeans for school the next day and have no choice but just wear 
underpants. Any clothing either one of us had was handed down and it 
wasn't uncommon to have only one pair of jeans that were decent enough 
for us to wear. Many times our jeans were old worn out things that were 
too short for us and I think that because we were both the same that we 
had developed a bond. In the summer as a kid it wasn't too uncommon for 
him to drive by with his father in his old pickup and I would be out in 
the yard in nothing but a pair of old briefs. I confided to him that 
sometimes when I had nothing else to wear I would wear a diaper. One 
night in junior high school he stayed over and I confided in him that 
sometimes I told him I would just wear a diaper around the house using 
the excuse that all my clothing was soiled and mom would wash 
everything by hand and hang it outside anyway and sometimes if it would 
rain I would get stuck with little to wear anyhow. He wanted to see me 
in my diaper I put one on he called in a rag I always had to wear old 
cloth ones. He wanted to jerk off, we did this often he was really 
turned on. I still have a thing for diapers today. I even wore them to 
school in high school even though I didn't want anyone to know. I think 
growing up poor not having many clothes made me more aware of my roots 
and desires sexually with other guys.