JUSTIN

I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Justin and I'm now 13 
years old and I live in the South. I have blonde hair, blue eyes and 
most people consider me cute. When I was 11 years old I made 31 
thousand dollars modeling underwear.

In that year then on August 14th 1999 My mom and I were driving home 
from the store and a black Ford truck smashed the crud out of the side 
of my mom's new Chevy Malibu. killing her instantly. The dashboard 
crushed and shattered my left leg. It was later amputated, just above 
the knee. There was also some damage to my bladder and some bad bruises 
on my right leg. They said if I hadn't had my safety belt on I would 
have died. It hurt like hell.

I wanted to die when I heard my mom was dead. It crushed my father and 
he turned into a raving alcoholic, and he still is struggling to get 
clean. He lost custody of me to his parents. My career and my family 
ended on that day, so did my social life and any sporting activities I 
had (I loved to swim and still do!) I'm even on the Jr. High swim team! 
I'm on the roster and everything. Of course I don't actually race 
really, but I practice with the team and stuff. the coach didn't have 
the heart to say no. Rehab was a nightmare of pain. My dad was gone, my 
mother was dead; only grandma and grandpa were there to support me. My 
agent was too, sometimes, but she is so busy. It's taken me a long time 
to get up the courage to write it all down.

In the hospital after the accident I awoke with two startling 
discoveries: (1) I was wearing a diaper, and (2) my leg was missing. 
Now, you would figure this is bad enough, right? Now tell a kid his mom 
is dead. I cried for three days. I still burst into tears sometimes at 
the drop of a hat. It's hard to think about all this now. Basically the 
doctors told me I was incontinent I had no idea what that meant. 
Basically I have no control over my bladder. I got really depressed for 
weeks. After awhile, though, I met a friend in the hospital with a 
similar problem. His name was Jeff. He got kicked really hard in the 
nuts and was abused really bad, but didn't like to talk about it. He 
was a really sweet, sensitive kid. Looking back on it, I heard he was 
doing better with some foster parents.

We became great friends and soon discovered the benefits of wearing 
diapers, in large part to your website hence this letter. Soon I was 
out of the hospital and back in school then bigger problems started out 
the people that were my friends aren't anymore, because now I'm 
officially weird. Apparently they found out a secret of mine. Do you 
have any idea how hard it is to explain to your class mates why you are 
on the plastic package for their new underwear?

Then the Rumors started. Everyone said I was gay...( I am but didn't 
know it then and its beside the point.) I officially lost all my 
friends, then it happened. Three kids cornered me when I was rolling 
(in a wheelchair) home. They beat me up badly and discovered my diaper. 
The principal met with all the teachers. I was to ride home on the bus, 
you know the one - the short bus for the "special kids" . I was 
declared a walking school rule. The kids who beat me up got slapped 
with expulsion and a lawsuit. My grandfather is an attorney. He is 
really good. Once I got out of the hospital a few of my old swim 
teammates felt really stupid and guilty about alienating me and invited 
me back on the team (I heard something about a little "pep talk" the 
coach gave )

Here's where my story starts to get better. My dad is working on 
getting clean...and a lot of my friends are coming around and I've made 
new ones. My grandma pulled her car out of the garage for the first 
time other than to go grocery shopping for the first time in 10 years. 
(its like this old car you know, like 60s) and dropped me off at school 
because she didn't want me riding that bus. I found a boy who is gay 
and he likes me and I like him a lot.

We went to an Aaron Carter concert last march in Nashville (I MET 
AARON!) too bad he doesn't wear diapers. He does know about your site, 
however, and he does know about those stories on it and he does think 
it is a little weird, but he just laughed it off and thought it was 
funny) Anyway, my friend -lets just call him Brett- is a really sweet 
guy and I think he's the best. He doesn't wear diapers but knows why I 
do and he's okay with that. Actually, I have gotten him to wear them 
once when I slept over so I didn't feel embarrassed. ( see what I mean 
isn't that sweet of him )

Nowadays, since everyone knows anyway, I don't go out of my way to hide 
the fact that I wear diapers and I have ditched the chair for a 
prosthetic. Most of time I'm still getting used to handling it. Oh, and 
my career is starting to pick up a few accounts, but it's hard. I've 
been down for so long and I cant do runway anymore. Well, I can, but 
it's not too graceful; I look silly.

I just wanted to let you know diaper boys do read your site, at least 
three I know of. You should see how cute I look in my diaper with a 
pair of jeans riding a little low with a big oversized shirt. So when 
my shirt flies up I show off my chest and my diaper shows. Brett nearly 
dies every time he sees that, he's so horny. Good thing he's got your 
site to read because we don't do the sex stuff yet. We think we should 
wait till were older, but one can't help but Jack off in a diaper, 
can't you?

Part 2


One Friday afternoon my boyfriend Brett called. Brett is 13, like me. 
He has the cutest brown eyes and a great smile with a mop of brown 
hair. He's a little tanned right now, too. Anyway, he called and asked 
if we could arrange a sleepover. I suggested we do it at my place 
because I have a bigger bed and a PlayStation 2. He agreed and said he 
would be right over. Brett lives just down the street. He's about 5'6 
and 120 pounds. He's a lot bigger than me in a lot of ways.

Brett showed up in a fishnet shirt that showed of his chest, a pair of 
short shorts and no underwear. I nearly died right there. I instantly 
popped an erection in my diaper. (In case you don't know, I'm Justin 
and I'm 5'4, 88 pounds and the rest is in the first part.) Anyway, 
Brett was standing at the door looking especially sexy. Apparently he 
was horny, judging from his shorts. I pulled him inside and asked if he 
wanted anything to drink. My mom had gotten us some lemonade, you know, 
the Minute Maid stuff. It's really good only one side effect-- it makes 
you have to pee really bad, he he. He said he would like some and I 
went to go get it while he dropped his stuff off in my room.

My room is really big and long. It's over our two-car garage and it's 
kind of isolated, way off to the side. When I got upstairs..(it took me 
awhile carrying two glasses of lemonade on a prosthetic leg) I found 
Brett lying on the bed wearing one of my diapers and nothing else, I 
closed the door promptly and locked it. I asked him, "Brett! what are 
you doing?" with a grin on my face he was so cute in that diaper.

He replied, "I was doing a little reading on that Deeker site and got a 
little horny so..."

He was getting off the bed at this point. As I set the lemonade down on 
the table he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I just about 
melted in his arms. As he moved me to the bed he kissed me all over my 
chest, my neck, even my arms. God, he was so horny , and he had me 
going the same way rather abruptly. He started to reach into my diaper 
...with me thinking (oh my god I am I wet?!) Fortunately I wasn't, so 
he kept going. My cock was so hard I've never seen it grow so big. He 
slowly started to jack me off in my diaper while I noticed the tent in 
his, so I followed his lead and reached into his diaper and started to 
jack him off as well. It was wonderful, we both had a powerful orgasm. 
When Brett pulled his hand out my diaper it was covered in cum.

Then I saw the unthinkable happen to brett for the first time he wet 
the diaper he was wearing. Come to think of it, he might of done it on 
purpose. I didn't ask, but I was doing the same, because after I get 
off I usually have to go. The rest of the sleepover was a night spent 
in each other's arms, but perhaps that's another story, eh?

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