Now I Remember Kenny was sleeping over my house and as we lay in bed together watching TV Kenny turns to me and says “if you want to you can put diapers on me.” A little history first. Kenny and I were best friends and up to this point Kenny did not share in my interest in diapers. He thought it was peculiar but he tolerated my fetish. Kenny and I fooled around a bit with each other and he liked being nurtured the way I did, however he did not want to wear diapers like me to bed. Kenny and I practiced oral sex and this was the extent of our sex with each other. We kissed, fondled, and rubbed each other but that was it, nothing more, Both of us were happy with this arrangement. As I mentioned Kenny tolerated my diaper wearing and as I liked he would baby me when I was wearing diapers. I reciprocated by babying Kenny but without him wearing diapers. I had asked Kenny on numerous occasions if he remembered using his diapers when he was little and he could not remember that far back. We were both 14 years old. This night was different. Kenny actually asked me without any prodding if I would diaper him. I never asked why. My heart started pounding at the thought of seeing Kenny wearing diapers. Both of us were young looking for our age and Kenny in particular could easily pass for a 10 year old boy. I had diapers stashed in a footlocker in my closet. They were the old style Pampers for toddlers over 35lbs, I remember they came in an orange box. They were very thick and were the old style without the leg gathers. I would typically wear 2 at a time for the ultimate thickness and experience. I wore 2 also because after peeing in them they would get soft and mushy in the middle and front and I liked to masturbate while wearing my diapers and 2 felt just right. I told Kenny to take off his underwear and spread his legs. Kenny complied with no hesitation. Kenny had the butt of a 3-year-old boy. Kenny was extremely cute. He had golden blonde hair almost strawberry blonde. He had green eyes and a wide mouth and a button nose that spread across his face. He had the most perfect teeth I had ever seen. His mouth reminded me of Carly Simon. I asked Kenny to lift his hiney and as he did I slipped the diapers under his bottom. I sprinkled baby powder all over his groin area and into the diapers. I pulled the diapers up in between his legs and taped them on. They were a perfect fit. I stared at Kenny in amazement at how much he looked like a 3-year-old in his diapers. I asked Kenny if I could put a paci in his mouth and he nodded yes as I stuck it in his mouth. Kenny lay there admiring his diapers. His hands rubbed up and down the front of his diapers and you could hear the diapers crinkle. Kenny’s face was all red from embarrassment and arousal at the same time. We played with each other and fondled, kissed and rubbed one another before drifting off to sleep. Around 2am I felt the bed shake a little and awoke to Kenny on his knees in bed grunting. I asked Kenny what he was doing. Kenny replied “what all babies do in their diapers”. I asked Kenny “are you going poopy little boy”? He didn’t have to answer as I heard the poopy crackling as it filled his Pampers. I heard a few little farts and then more poop as Kenny let out a series of little grunts. I took about 30 seconds before Kenny was through pooping. He then just sat on his heels as he finished peeing. My heart was pounding and my wee wee was hard and erect with arousal. This was a momentous occasion as I could never get Kenny to wear diapers let alone poop and pee in them. Kenny lay back down on his stomach so as to avoid squishing his hot, stinky, mushy load into his hiney. I reached over and placed my hand over Kenny’s rather large poopy bulge and began to push the palm of my hand into his stinky diapers. The room was ripe with the smell of poopy, pee pee, and baby powder. Kenny’s face was red as can be as I squished his poopy into his crotch. I asked Kenny how it felt. Kenny replied “I never knew it felt this good.” We continued to fondle each other but I could not help my hand from gravitating to Kenny’s poopy diapers. Kenny’s poopy had the consistency of hard mashed potatoes. It wasn’t too hard, but it wasn’t too soft either. I pushed and squished Kenny’s poopy in between his legs. I rubbed the poopy up and over his balls and cock and began to rub it up and down the shaft of his penis. Kenny started to pant and pushed my hand harder into his wet, messy diapers. Kenny pushed my hand up and down his penis until I heard him sigh with relief. I felt the urge to poop and jumped from the bed and bent my knees slightly into a half squat and began to poop my own big load. Kenny commented how much I looked like a toddler who knows better but still likes to go in his diapers. After I had finished pooping and peeing in my diapers I got back in bed and Kenny began to squish and rub my wet dirty diapers the same as I had done for him. He rubbed the lubricating poopy up and down the shaft of my penis until I too came in my diapers. As we lay there I heard Kenny say, “Now I remember what it felt like.” Kenny now remembered his diaper days and how it felt to have wet, stinky diapers between his legs. Although these were not the kind of diapers we wore as toddlers the feeling was still the same. Kenny told me his mother would put 4 cloth diapers on him with plastic pants over them at night. This was the same for me as well as a toddler. Kenny and I became even more close after this adventure and continued to wear and use our diapers many years after. THE END