| Title:
| Me and Ben
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| Name:
| Mike
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 18
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself, My boyfriend (gay)
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| Posting Date:
| 04/11/10
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations | ●
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay | ●
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ●
| | G- Pee | | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- White diapers* | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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This happened when I was 16. I will write a fuller story later, but this is the general overview. It is true, and we are still (me and ben) very
good
friends. We aren�t really boyfriends any more because I am in college now and he is still in high school, but we still love to screw around. This is
a
gay story, and I am gay. If you have a problem with it, then fuck off.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
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2 (10%)
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I came from a pretty wealthy family and I lived in a fairly well-to-do
neighborhood in upstate New York. I had just gotten my drivers license
(even though I couldn�t drive after midnight, but still... I had
freedom now). I went to a prep school, and I was a Junior. One day this
kid named Ben moved into a lesser nice, but still pretty nice
subdivision with a ton of McMansions (the pre-fab looking houses that
are supposed to be European inspired, but aren�t and are built like
shit). I lived in an estate my great-grandfather built in the 1920s.
But this kid moved in, and he was in some of my classes. He was a year
younger than me, and probably the cutest boy I have ever seen in my
entire life.
He was about five eight at the time (he is now around five eleven) and
had brown hair and blue eyes, not skinny but not muscular either he was
absolutely stunning. His father was a consultant, and consequently
moved around a lot, although he is still in New York and I live in
Boston now. One day he was being made fun of in a locker room, because
he wasn�t that big. I was 5�11 at the time -I guess you could say I was
big for my age. These three guys had cornered him in the locker room
and were cracking a towel against his back, which is pretty painful on
bare skin. I wasn�t �popular� per se, but everyone knew I had a big
house and I practically lived in my guest house so whenever there was a
good party, I was usually the one throwing it so consequently I had a
lot of �acquaintances� who randomly showed up at my house and drank my
beer. For the record, no one, other than Ben and three other guys at
the school, had any idea I was gay.
Ben was in a pretty compromising position in the locker room, and I
felt bad for him but I didn�t think I wanted to take on these three
other guys at the same time. I called over these two other guys (one
was a defensive nose guard on the football team, the other was a
defensive end -if you don�t speak football that means that they were
pretty strong). They came over, and I asked them to remove the three
guys who were harassing Ben. They did. It was hilarious. Matt threw one
of them against the lockers, and John grabbed the other two by the neck
and threw them into each other. It wasn�t really violent, just more or
less forceful. Ben was grateful, and we got to know each other better.
I invited him over to my house later that day, but he said that I
should just come over to his because I had a car, and then we would go
out to dinner. I was alright with that. So after school let out, I
texted him, and got his address for the GPS. I got there after I got
out of tennis practice and a shower. He had been in the hot tub on his
back porch earlier, so he wanted to shower off before we went out,
understandably. I had gotten there a bit earlier than he had planned,
but his mother just showed me up to his room and I just went in on her
direction. I to this day think that she thought that he and I were
boyfriends at that point. But I went into his room, and in his closet
he had a stack of Goodnights and Attends in one of the drawers in his
closet -the drawer was open for some reason, and I saw. When he got out
of the shower, I made a remark about them, and he looked humiliated. I
reassured him that I didn�t care and it was nothing to worry about -
even though I thought it was pretty odd for a fifteen year old kid to
have diapers. But to each his own.
I asked him why he had them, he said he used to wet the bed. I asked
him if he still wore them, and he answered that he did but for a
different reason. Now I was intrigued. He revealed that he liked them
for sexual reasons. Now I was really intrigued -not because of the
diapers, but because of the sex. He never talked about girls though,
only people. He told me about this really hot �person� he wanted to
date but thought he never had a chance with. I am a no-bullshit guy and
just asked him if he was gay, but told him I was -even though I had a
girlfriend at the time. She was just to keep up reputation though.
But he came out to me, and told me his mom knew but not his dad. Keep
in mind, he hadn�t gotten dressed yet, he was still in a towel. He
walked right out of his bathroom and found me in his chair in his room,
and we just started talking. I just can�t describe how cute he was just
sitting there in nothing but a towel. But I told him that I didn�t
care, and that if he wanted we could have a little �friends with
benefits� thing going on. He thought it was a great idea, I thought I
was in love -as it turned out I was.
I went over and got one of the Attends and brought it over. I had no
idea about brand names of diapers or anything diaper-related until I
started hanging out with Ben, but he taught me well. I asked him if I
could put it on him, and he obliged. He took the towel off and lay back
on his bed. I wanted to just fuck him, but I kept my self control. So I
slid it under him, with his legs on my shoulders, and I taped it up. He
stood up and walked around. Ben had, at this point, no body hair and no
pubic hair either -he shaved his pubes and was naturally smooth
otherwise. No facial hair, and he looked like a slightly muscular
toddler from the back. He walked into his closet and came back out with
another -this one he wanted to put on me. I didn�t want to do that at
all, but let him after a little fight about it because he let me and it
was only fair.
I undressed and he folded my clothes and put them on the chair I was
sitting on except my boxer-briefs, those he threw on his flat-screen on
his dresser. But he undid the diaper, slid it under me and taped it up.
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked completely
ridiculous. I was by no means �buff� but I was a tennis player and I
was pretty toned. I had a six-pack (even though it was hardly defined)
and I was more fit than average because I would lift with my father
after he got off of work. But he came up behind me and took my hand and
led me into the bathroom where there was a bigger mirror. He told me to
flex, and I did. He grabbed my biceps, and felt them. Then I grabbed
his stomach and pulled him in front of me. I was a lot taller than he
was with no shoes on. But he pushed up against me and started to rub
his butt against my crotch. I was getting hard.
I worked my hands down his chest and my right hand down his diaper, and
grabbed his penis. He put his hands over the top of his diaper. We went
back into his bedroom, and laid on the bed. We fucked. I topped one
round, then he topped another. I love that boy, and still do. He is
everything to me, and Ben if you read this know that I still love you
and always will. Ben got me started with a diaper fetish, and it has
been great ever since.