| Title: | My Friend Kurt | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Awe | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | Not shown | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 60 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself, my friend | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 09/27/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Life Periods in Story: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ages in Story: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Story Contents: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Summary: | A diapered boy I met on the home from school be came my friend. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 7 (35%) |
I am a lifelong wetter. At the age of 5 my parents figured out I was not going to be dry any time soon so the put me back into diapers. That was a good choice for all of us. I was lucky to meet other diapered people as I grew up. This is a true story. All of the people in this story are long gone so I can write this story as true. The people involved are: Me, age 8 Kurt, a German boy age 4� Tony, his brother age 13. My father was in the army so we lived in Germany for several years. I went to the American school. I walked home from school. Sometimes I took a shortcut down a back road. On this road there was a small house with a tall fence around it. Every day I saw a boy in the yard he was always alone. One day he came to the fence and we began to talk. He asked me if I would play with him. I saw he was young and I didn�t know about playing with him. One day his mother saw me talking to him. She said it would be all right for me to play with him as there were no kids his age. She let me in. The yard had little grass, mostly dirt. He had a soccer ball and a swing set. We started to play with the ball. It didn't take me long to notice he was wearing a diaper. His blue plastic pants were unnoticeable. Nobody seem to care his diapers were showing. I stopped almost every day. One day he was wearing only a long dirty T shirt and white plastic pants. I was a little surprised, because I was careful to keep my plastic pants out of sight. This went on for a while and we became friends. His mother said he was 4 1/2 years old and had never had any bladder control. He could control his bowels but not his bladder. I told her I didn't care and would play with him when I could. He was a smart kid and I knew how it was to have people dislike you because of a wetting problem. One Saturday my parents were gone for the day so I went to Kurt's house to play with him. He was there alone with his older brother Tony. We played in the yard all morning. It began to rain so we went inside. His house was small and messy. He didn't have a room, just a bed by a window. We watched it rain, played a few games, played with a few toys he had. We were looking a some books he had. When he stood up and held his crotch. He was peeing it was like a flood. The pee soon filled his diaper and soaked his shorts. It started to go down his legs. I don't know who was more surprised. He stood there soaked and began so cry I felt sorry for him. His brother saw him and came in to the room. Tony pulled off his wet shorts and soaked diaper and left Kurt standing in front of me half naked. That was the first time Kurt seemed embarrassed about his diapers. He put a dry diaper and plastic pants on Kurt and I told him I didn't care he wore diapers. We started playing again he was sitting on the bed wearing only diapers and plastic pants. We were playing when I told Kurt I wet the bed and wore diapers at night. He seemed interested and asked if my mother got mad at me when I got wet, I told him no as long as I wore diapers she didn't care. Kurt and I became good friends, he often spent weekends with me when his mother had to go somewhere, my mother liked to see me taking care of someone. I gave Kurt his baths and diapered him, and people thought he was my little brother. Kurt slept in my room I put his diaper on and mine. He seemed to like it that another boy also wore diapers. Kurt had no bladder control at all when I was changing his diaper. He would drip uncontrollably. His mother asked me to babysit during spring vacation, I said I would if my mother would let me I took him to the park, swimming pool and we had a good time. we were both happy in diapers. Kurt spent a week with us when his mother went on vacation we slept together every night we both got wet every night and I changed him every morning. My mother watched us to make sure everything was getting done right, but she liked me taking responsibility for him. One day his mother told me she had married an American soldier and he was going to adopt Kurt and his older brother, I was happy he needed a father more than a friend. I was lucky enough to meet other diapered people as I grew up. I might share these stories later.