Name: Ryan G.
Ages: 5, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18+
Current Age: 19

Before I begin:

I would like to state. This story is indeed true in all aspects. No 
part of this story has been modified from my exact memory except to 
protect people's names. No part of this story may be reproduced in any 
form without expressed written consent of the author, this story is 
intended for visitors to "Deeker's Diaper Page" and therefore subject 
to its story submission guidelines; hence, it is rated PG-13 due to 
some explicit descriptions.

Another note:

	This is my second attempt at a story for this site; my first 
attempt was slightly foiled due to my notebook, which happened to be 
almost 32 pages of one long story, ending up in my mom's hands. She 
never told me she found it, but after I glimpsed it in her room and 
made eye contact with her, I never saw it again, she never mentioned it 
either. but I know she knows.

Without further ado...

	On the day our story starts, a hot summer afternoon to be 
precise, we find our hero (that's me!) Small though, he is at age 4 in 
his room, trying on his baby brother's Pampers (okay, okay, perhaps we 
should switch our view so as I can explain a little bit.)
	I guess I have always, well, not always, but since a very young 
age been interested in wearing diapers. You see, I have a strange 
memory due to the fact that I can remember odd things, and truthfully, 
I can describe the face in detail of the doctor who circumcised me. The 
pain was excruciating, no less. But more than that, my earliest 
enjoyable experiences were diaper changes.
	I remember most of my early childhood and at the ripe old age of 
two. My mom decided she didn't have the time, nor money to keep me in 
diapers. Back in 1985 she was making $4.00 an hour as a nurse, and I 
guess disposables were a bit on the expensive side. So this was her 
first mistake, for I had a crush on my babysitter at the daycare next 
door to the hospital where I spent my days. I craved the attention I 
received from her because I suppose I couldn't get it anywhere else. 
The most attention came from diaper changes. I was excited when I was 
on my back, having a diaper removed, and It felt even better to have a 
fresh one put on, I can still feel the soft tickling sensation and hear 
the crinkle of soft plastic, and OH! The smell of fresh powder, almost 
always gave me wood, and still does to this day.

Fast forward to 1989:

	My baby brother had just turned one year old, I, being small for 
my age, could easily wear his diapers, and can you guess what happened? 
I won't make you. I shared a room with him, so while my mom was in the 
living room down the hall with my brother I stole one of his Pampers 
out of the package and snuck it into the bathroom where I tucked it 
into my pants and stood over the toilet. I guess I should have locked 
the door before I started to use it, but in my excitement and 
inexperience, well, I didn't. Let me just say that the feeling of 
getting caught in a wet diaper that's not your own. This excited me 
beyond words, but when I heard the footsteps I knew I was doomed. You 
know how mothers get when they don't hear anything happening; they 
automatically think we kids are up to no good. To say the least she was 
right. She opened the door while I was facing the opposite direction 
and I never knew what hit me. There I was, pants down to my knees 
holding a wet Pamper over my penis. You think that's a sight? You 
should have seen my face when I turned around to face her. She made me 
bend over in the hallway where for the first time I received the 
spanking of a lifetime (not the last, mind you) I couldn't sit for 
weeks but nothing was ever said or done about that whole fiasco.
	For the next few years nothing really happened until I started 
babysitting for my uncle while I was in my freshman year of high 
school. I was 14 and horny and his new baby provided me with more 
diapers than I could fathom. I remember sneaking countless diapers 
home. I think they were Huggies ultra trims and enjoying my newfound 
hobby of masturbation, I would wrap the diaper around my swollen 5 
inches and jerk it up and down vigorously imagining that I was a baby 
and picturing my aforementioned memories of having my diapers changed.
	That is, until I started a class in school, tech theater. I was, 
of course, the top student and had volunteered to stay after school to 
work the lights for many school plays; therefore my teachers afforded 
me a great deal of license in the school. I noticed on my way out one 
Saturday after a play that the door to the special ed room was open, 
and me, being the curious little kitten, let myself in. We have a 
number of wheelchair-bound students in our school, and it never 
occurred to me that I rarely if ever, saw one of them in the bathrooms. 
As I looked around I noticed a package of Depends, sized small, open 
and waiting, above that a tub of Pampers baby wipes and a container of 
baby talc. I couldn't believe my eyes, and an instant erection boomed 
into life in my pants.
	I took the entire package of diapers, the wipes, and the talc; 
without so much as a backwards glance they were in my bag and I was on 
my way out the door. On the way home I could think of nothing but 
getting into those diapers at last. I was so excited that I actually 
came in my pants while still on the road and I had to walk inside 
holding a coat in front of me. I hid the diapers in my closet and later 
that night when I was sure the family was sleeping, I took one out and 
started to play. I stripped all my clothes off and slowly unfolded the 
diaper on my bed, hearing the crinkle of soft, smooth plastic and the 
smell only a fresh diaper gives off combined gave me the biggest 
erection I think I've ever had. I positioned my bottom over the diaper, 
feeling warm and secure, as I hadn't felt in years. The soft fabric of 
the inside of the diaper underneath my testicles drove me wild! I 
powdered myself liberally and brought the diaper up between my legs, 
barely covering my massive boner. I taped the sides up and ejaculated 
immediately. I hadn't even moved from my back and it tore through me in 
waves of pleasure. I rolled over in my now sticky diaper and got 
another erection almost suddenly. This time I was able to enjoy the 
feeling a bit longer as I moved my body up and down against the bed, 
not too much longer and I completely lost my senses as a new and even 
more powerful orgasm overtook me. I came for what seemed like minutes, 
and fell asleep soon after with the covers at my feet.
	Next morning I awoke to my mom yelling from outside the door to 
get up and ready for school. Remembering I had the diaper on, I pulled 
the covers up to my chin in fear that she would walk in on me. I slid 
the diaper off under the covers and crammed it in between the bed and 
the wall and ran for the shower. It's a funny thing what guys think 
about in the shower. Needless to say my thoughts resulted in quite an 
orgasm, what a way to start off the day, the rest of which flew by as I 
focused on nothing but getting back home to my diapers.
	When I stepped into the house that afternoon, I was surprised by 
the lack of usual noise. Unperturbed I headed straight for my stash. I 
unfolded one just to hear the soft crinkle. One thing led to another 
and soon I was naked again sitting on an open diaper stroking my 
erection like never before. I was in a state of shock after two 
consecutive orgasms. I taped up the diaper around me, and daringly put 
some baggy jeans on over it just to see what would happen, the noise of 
the diaper beneath the jeans was greatly muffled; and so rounding up my 
courage I ventured out of my room and down into the kitchen. I found a 
snack and then retired to the living room to enjoy some talk show. To 
my great disbelief it was Jerry Springer, and the topic was adult 
babies. You see, before this, I knew my feelings were not like anyone 
else's I knew; in fact, I thought I was the only one! Looking back on 
that I realize it was sort of stupid but I was only 14.
	Realizing I could have some fun with this, I wore the diaper to 
school the next day, where it started to head downhill for me. I 
couldn't concentrate on my lessons, well, more noticeably than usual, I 
was jittery with excitement, and to top it off, my best friend, whom I 
had a crush on at the time, found out I what I was wearing. This was 
the high point of my day. She cornered me in the hall during morning 
break and pushed her hand into my crotch, "Ryan, what the...?" she 
said. My face was giving me away. She pulled me into a nearby empty 
classroom where I told her what I was doing and these words I will 
never forget she replied, "Whatever, man, I won't tell anyone." She 
hasn't to this day.
	After my supply of diapers dwindled and eventually died I pushed 
my desires to the back of my mind and in the meantime, met a new girl, 
Meghan is still my best friend but I am engaged to her friend whom she 
brought to my house one night for introductions and a game of pool, and 
now they both know my secret. I have now graduated and Amy sometimes 
surprises me with little presents. For example, I found a pacifier in 
my Christmas stocking last year and occasionally she'll have a diaper 
waiting for me on the bed when I get home from a long day. She is very 
accepting and she keeps my secret, well, at least, as far as I know. I 
even got her to wear one with me. She didn't like it much.
	That being the end of my TRUE story, expect many, many more, not 
so true stories to come...