Grandpa’s Story, A True story, told me by my Grandpa

 

Dedicated to: Kolby, and his twin brother, Kregg, who

Misses Him very much as I and we all do.

Story by: Marc

 

Hello, Friends and Regular Visitors to Deeker’s Diapers, plus all those boys and friends of boys that wear Diapers or want to wear Diapers, or just the curious about Diapers.

 

I, have been along with my brothers, a wearer of Diapers 24/7, all my life. Only a couple years ago now did I get to really know all about Deeker’s, and probably the world’s greatest advocate, that all boys should wear and use Diapers, Dan Crosby.

 

Back early last year, 2004, Dan contacted me that he had a boy about my age that wore diapers for punishment, being put into Diapers for discipline along with his other brothers.

 

For all those friends of Deeker, and those curious about boys wearing diapers, First and foremost, after you read this Dedication, won’t you Please go to True Accounts and read two stories, about this wonderful boy, Kolby.

 

Read: Kolby’s Big Mistake and Tales of a Fifth Grade Diapering.

 

About Kolby: Was a very small boy as was also his twin brother for their ages, but Kolby, was probably both physically and medically the more frail of the two, certainly and positively not, in any way mentally handicapped. Kolby was absolutely 100% all boy, He, was a don’t-stop-and-think-about-the-consequences, but an act-now-and-do boy. Let me though be the very first to say, I and all who would be the first to stand and take even almost drastic action on anyone that would say, Kolby was a bad boy, a naughty boy, or other wise. No, Kolby’s discipline-punishment and being put into Diapers, was because he was 100% boy, and like all boys we act and don’t think and our actions get us into trouble, for which there must be punishment.

 

Back last year, 2004 at the beginning of the year, I first got email from Kolby’s mother, who still remains a wonderful friend. Then Kolby and I started to chat on chat messenger. During those next few months all the things in his two stories took place. At this time I was inspired by Grandpa to write his story about he got into diapers as a boy. The first part of this story, Kolby, got to read before he became very ill. After just a few months of knowing Kolby, yes, he, became very ill, entering the hospital, several times in a very short period. Shortly Kolby, spiked a very high fever and went into a coma, and died.

 

Kolby, loved life, his family, out of doors, camping, horses, fishing, Snakes, Snails, and for sure puppy dog tails, All those things boys are made of cause Kolby, was 100% All boy. Cut short in life, Kolby, was curious about all those thing of growing up, masturbation, erections, and just those things boys enjoy, such as Skinny- Dipping, like I mention in Grandpa’s Story.

 

Kolby, hated Diapers, and having to wear Diapers, but yet he accepted me wearing diapers, and could accept and talk about his being diapered for punishment, in hope that he might learn, and stop and think before he took action and did something that got him into trouble.

 

Kolby, I, we, all miss you, and know that your in Heaven, now and having fun with the other boys, and No Diapers up there…

 

 

Grandpa’s Story

As told to me, his grandson, Diaper-boy, Baby Marc

 

 

Grandpa Tom: as a boy Tom, as a Diaper-boy= baby Tommy, age 11 yr.

His brother: as a boy Calvin, as a Diaper-boy= baby Cody, age 9 yr.

Cousins: Ken or Kenneth, as a Diaper-boy= baby Kenny age 11 yr.

Bob or Bobby, as a Diaper-boy= baby Billy, age 8 yr.

Sisters Cousins: 2 Sue age 12 yr. and Betty, age 14 yr.

 

 

Hi, my name is Baby Marc, I sign off on letters “Forever in Diapers, Marc”, and that is a true statement. My family is two brothers D.J. age 11 yr., and Kevin, age 10, and two sisters, Patti, age 17, and Cheryl, age 15. Oh yeah, and myself, Marc, age 14. We boys have all been home-schooled all our lives. I guess actually, the above statement really applies to all three of us boys, plus two other boys that nearly live with us now and are both in day care with us and are home-schooled along with us. They are Kiel, age 5, and Sean, age 5.7 yr. They are also permanently in diapers also… But, more about all of us later, except that I live kind of in the country southwest of Houston, Texas..

 

We have had a wonderful Christmas, spent at our home, with our family, here and all the relatives, plus Kiel and Sean, parents over. The neatest thing is my Daddy’s Dad, my Grandpa and Grandma, are visiting. Grandpa (Tom) and Grandma now live in Nevada, just outside of Las Vegas. Grandpa has spent more than two nights with us boys telling us a true story of his growing up, but mostly about the experiences of his brother, our great uncle Calvin, and his, with their grandma and grandpa.

 

Grandpa’s Story

As told to us by my grandpa, Tom

 

Well, boys remembering back; I shall mention my kindergarten, years. I remember well that my grandma and grandpa’s place was on they way home to my house from school. I would stop though and visit usually with my Great-grandma. She would have these rolled pie dough things that she made and always had for me, with cinnamon and sugar in them, and a glass of milk.

 

Those first years of school in kindergarten and first grade, I was a bedwetter. Back then they did not have disposables. Life was traumatic for many kids back then as many  kids’ dads were away at war (over in Korea,) There were, as I remember, many kids, (mainly boys!!!) that wore diapers to school, mostly in my Kindergarten, year.) Many of the boys used their diapers, wetting them and some times poohing in them. Calvin and I were in diapers and wet the bed, well in to my 2nd grade of school.

 

Sometime between first grade and second grade of school, my daddy came home from the military. Momma got a divorce and remarried. We moved with momma and our new step-dad to California. Our first summer was spent in a small two-room house out in the country. What a time Calvin and I had. Dad was gone all week, sometimes for two weeks, and momma had no transportation except distant neighbors. For us boys it was no clothes but diapers. Nothing else! We knew no difference, so this was fine to us. If we weren’t in diapers, we were running as animals, stock bare naked. I remember even very well that night and day, Calvin, and I had nearly absolute constant boners.

 

After that summer we moved into a small town in the east San Francisco bay area. Our house was fairly private from the neighbors. We had approximately 3 acres of land with lots of trees, and an old closed shed, that us boys could play in. We moved out of bedwetting and into clothes, though our minds and little pee pees did not. Often we would make up diapers or use multiple pairs of our underpants. If you were to dig up our back acreage you would have thought Calvin and I thought we could grow diapers, because often times to dispose of them we would dig a hole and bury them. That is how our step-dad found out about us two boys and our love for diapers, but he was cool about it. That’s another part of my story that will come later. I also stole some diapers and plastic pants from the church’s nursery during the week, which Calvin and I got into and used for quite a while.

 

We moved with Momma and our step-dad, Bill, when I was about to turn 11 yr, to a new home that back then was in the country outside of town. We moved to San Jose. O.k. you diaper-boys, don’t you get started, “!!! Do, you know the way to San Jose, da, da, daduahhh…”

 

“Shut up, you’re making enough noise as it is just passing gas, so if you want to hear this story.”

 

Our home was again on an acreage of land. We had 5 acres and lots of cherry, almond, pears, walnut and apricot trees growing on our property. We boys immediately got acquainted with the city’s metro, or bus system, and got to join the Y.M.C.A. boys department. We mainly enjoyed it because all, and I do mean all swimming was in the nude, even on dad and son’s night, (they said it was because of no swimming suits it kept the pool cleaner, hehehe). Calvin and my word on that is, “Yeah sure!!! It was for the lifeguards because so he could see all of us boys’ little stiffies, in the pool area, and truly there were lots of those.”

 

That spring, during spring break Grandpa Tom, and Grandma Emma, came to visit, it had been a very long time, but us boys’ memories of those younger days were imbedded in our memories. They visited, and then while us boys were out of doors, had conversation with Momma and our step-dad, Bill. When we came it the house for supper, Momma announced that if we wanted we could go that summer and the beginning of summer to Grandma and Grandpa’s place for two weeks. They told us that our cousins, Kenny and Bobby, plus their sisters, Sue and Betty, would be there, also. Grandpa Tom called it a ranch and told us there was a lake nearby, and that they had some horses. Calvin and I were, of course, ecstatic, little knowing that us boys would be out in this shed area which would be made into like a nursery. The house was only 3 rooms, our grandparents’ bedroom, the living room, where the girls would sleep on a pull out sofa, and the kitchen. Would you believe there was no running water in the house? It was gotten from a water hydrant just outside that went to an underground well. No bathroom, just an outhouse, and it didn’t even have a door on it!!! This was to be our heaven, our paradise for two weeks. Right next to the outhouse, was a small fenced area that was the horse corral. Grandpa had two horses. One was a golden palomino and the other was a pinto, or horse that was black and white. Both had to come daily into the corral to get water. Otherwise, the whole place was nothing but sagebrush and a few willow bushes. The lake was actually a desert lake. I don’t really know what to call it, but back in the middle of the 1900’s there was a steamboat that crossed the lake. It was used for taking old military ammunition across the lake to be demolished or exploded. Anyhow, the only good place and deep water hole on probably the whole lake was on Grandpa’s property, plus that old steamboat, which would become our hide out and our swim hole. Yes, and that two weeks turned into 3 months, 3 of the most wonderful diaper filled months that any boys could dream of. All this and us boys being both kept in diapers even when we visited our real dad in Sparks, Nevada, what discussed and approved by our Momma, and step-dad. The only thing that was different to the whole plans at the time of the visit in the spring was the two weeks that first our grandparents said that us boys would stay, which turned into the whole summer.

 

Well, for the rest, of the school year, Calvin, and I were ecstatic and counting down the day till summer started and Grandpa, and Grandma would come to pick us up and take us to the their ranch. We were also excited to see and visit with our real dad, who lived in Sparks, Nevada. Our only preparation for this event was in our minds we were ready to go and for anything, Momma and our step-dad prepared us for what was ahead for us boys by telling us that Grandma and Grandpa had some plans for us boys that would be very different, and a surprise to us boys they would include Kenny and Bobby, as well as their sisters; and though very different, that we boys, must agree to obey. Everything we are told by Grandma and Grandpa, and that they had, permission to discipline us and give us spankings if they thought we needed one. Well, Calvin and I thought so much of our Gramp’s and Grandma, that we thought we’d do just about anything for them or they told us….

 

Friday, we got out of school and started packing our stuff, little knowing that all we were going to need was our toiletries. I now hate that word! Toiletries!!! All we were going to need of our was our toothbrush, toothpaste, and our combs. Oh yeah, and our parents said we could take a few toys, with us, but they we mainly toys that we no longer played with; we considered them for babies!!! Hehehe That evening, Grandma and Grandpa arrived, huuuggggssss, and kisses for Grandma and Grampa, excitement and anticipation for Calvin and I, who had hard-ons. That night for Calvin and I there was little sleep. Of course we did our usual messing around with one another in bed, then we just talked till we fell asleep. We talked and wondered what the big surprises were and the changes in lives that we were going to experience. We supposed it had to do with being reunited with our Grandma, Grandpa, and our real dad.…

 

Morning came early. I woke first and heard Momma, Daddy, and Grandma, already up. I smelled the bacon cooking, one of my favorite smells. I woke Calvin. We both had stiffies, but through our overalls. We rushed out to give all the adults a morning hug and kisses. We went then to the bathroom where Grandpa, was he was startled by us boys as we came in. He had just finished showering and was drying. Calvin’s and my eyes went wide, as Grandpa, like us, was with a semi erection. Neither of us had ever seen a grown up with a stiff or even semi stiffy before, and it was huge… We brushed our teeth and combed our hair. Then all of us had breakfast. Right after breakfast we gave Momma and our step-dad hugs, and they reminded us once again, that we were to mind and obey Grandpa, and Grandma, and if we didn’t that they could punish us, and spank us.

 

The trip and adventure begun. We started off, first riding in the back seat. We both had a window, but our total attention as we started off on the trip, was focused on all kinds of questions about the ranch, the horses, and swim hole, and our dad. In the first few minutes we must have talked Grandpa and Grandma’s heads off. We also asked about our cousins, then about the changes in our lives and the big surprise. Grandma just chuckled and said, “Now, if we told you boys it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it???” After traveling most of the morning in the car as we past through Sacramento, Grandpa showed us some of the sights by pointing them out to us, such as the Capitol Building, and the Governor’s Mansion. We drove on for approximately an hour till we came to Roseville; then he turned off the road and drove for a bit and drove by some houses with big yards and lots of trees. Shortly, we turned into a drive and Grandpa honked the horn twice. Immediately a lady and man came running out of the house followed by two boys and two girls. Deep in my memory of when I was a small child I remember this house and place. We all got out of the car, and Grandpa and Grandma got hugs by all, especially the kids. Then Grandma turned her attention to Calvin and me and introduced us. The man was our Great Uncle Marian, and the woman was our Great Aunt Gladys; and sure enough, the older blond blue-eyed boy was Kenny, the younger was Bobby, and the older girl was Sue, and the younger was Betty. After all the introductions, we were invited in and the food was all ready, or nearly ready for lunch. The boys showed Calvin and me to the bathroom to use the toilet. As we peed, Kenny joined us and it turned into a joint adventure. Hey! as I looked at Kenny and Bobby. This 2 weeks promised to be fantastic, as I was already in love with both of my cousins. As we had lunch of fried chicken, Calvin and I evaluated the girls, Sue, and Betty. They were okay, and we knew we would get along, but the boys were what interested us. But Sue and Betty were nice and I also liked them.

 

After a few hours, we were at Donner Summit overlooking Donner Lake. I asked Grandpa if, while we visited, if we would have time to visit Donner Lake and Lake Tahoe. He said, “I am sure that we will.” We traveled on and in the late afternoon got into Sparks, Nevada. We drove up to the lot I so well remembered from my earlier childhood, where my Great Grandma and Grandma live, the two small houses on the lot. As we pulled into the drive, Calvin and my dad came running out of the house, I vaguely recognized him as Calvin and I had not seen him since we were very young; it had been nearly 6 or 7 years. As soon as the car stopped and the door could be opened, he reached in and grabbed us boys. There were hugs and kisses galore!!! We went in to the larger of the two houses, the one I remembered my Grandma, living in and when I was a toddler. I remembered Momma and me living in it. We visited for a few minutes then unpacked our stuff, and went out to eat supper. Dad took us all to the Golden Nugget’s Golden Roaster Restaurant, (it was fantastic, nothing like us boys were ever used to). It specialized in fried chicken, and at that time was one of the top restaurants is the U.S.A. At the entrance to the restaurant there was a case with a solid gold roaster, nearly a food high. It was then worth $50,000. Afterward, we went back to the house and were shown where we would sleep. Then dad took Calvin, and I down to Southern Pacific Railroad yard with him to check in about his work schedule, and then took us over to show us some of the trains. Both Calvin and I were so excited that we were at constant arousal. Then we went home and when bed time came and us boys got ready for bed. Our eyes were on each other and we got naked and into our P.J.’s, (little knowing this would be our last time ever to wear those things). When, morning came, we all went to breakfast at the Golden Nugget Pancake House. After breakfast, Grandma and Grandpa took Kenny, Bobby, Sue, and Betty, back to the house but Calvin and I stayed with our Dad. He again took us over to Southern Pacific, to the offices and introduced us to his friends and then checked his schedule for work. We then were driven around and saw some of the sights of where we formerly lived and went to school. Dad drove us out to a park that we used to go to all the time on the Truckee River. While we were there he talked to us about our time with him and then most importantly with Grandma and Grandpa. As we learned what was to take place and was ahead for us boys, we were both wide eyed, as well as very surprised and shocked, but still excited and willing to obey. The 4 of us were to become babies, toddlers, and to wear diapers, be fed baby food, and sleep in baby cribs! And the girls were to baby us and change our diapers! This, needless to say, all came as quite a shock to me, but still was exciting and sounded like fun.

 

We left dad’s place just after breakfast, and another loving order was given to us boys to be good and obey Grandma and Grandpa. We headed northwest out of Sparks-Reno, Nevada on Hwy. 395, and approximately in about 45 min. we were at the California border crossing. As we traveled all of us boys were having lot of fun and getting closer acquainted. After approximately 2 hours of riding in the car, we came to the south end of Honey Lake; actually, it looked like an oasis. There was nothing but desert sand and sagebrush, a few trees here and there. Grandma and Grandpa had started calling us boys by our lesser, or more childish names. Grandma, called me Tommy, Calvin was Cody, Ken, was Kenny, and Bobby was Billy. We boys just receptively responded to our new toddler names, but Patti and Cheryl, were Patti and Cheryl. Shortly we came to a small, blink-your-eye-and-you’ve-missed-it town on the highway called Milford. This was it, approximately 35 to maybe 50 farming families or military workers that worked in Herlong, California, approximately 12 miles away.

 

Grandma and Grandpa’s, Ranch?

 

Shortly again Grandma, who was now driving, turned into a place to the right. We crossed a cattle crossing and past a barbed wire fence. Just to our left there was a small gate for going out to the road. The house was a small wood framed house with a shed-like structure connected to it on the left. This was made with what was old army wood boxes that were used for guns and army ammo. And off to the right out further in the yard was a corral, and next to it was an outhouse. !!!/??? This was it Grandma and Grandpa’s ranch!? Not exactly what I was expecting, but I loved Grandma and Grandpa so much that if there was nothing but a tent in the desert, I would have been happy and excited. But my eyes were on the Lake, glimmering in the sun, off in the distance approximately a couple of thousand yards. We went into the house. The entrance was into the living room, which was small with a large sofa that pulled out into a pull-out bed. Then there was a couple of large arm chairs. Off to the right was the kitchen. All it had was a stove for cooking meals and a table and chairs and also cabinets, no running water. Off the kitchen to the left was a back porch, which was only a large cement slab. On that porch was the washing machine and about 25 ft. from the porch was the water faucet, which was just a water hydrant coming up out of the ground. Off the living room to the left was our grandparents’ bedroom, and in the corner of the room at the left of the bed was a doorway. It had only a curtain, over it to close it off from the room it went into.

 

Grandma, “Okay, girls, the living room will be your room and where you’ll sleep. Boys, come with me.” We followed Grandma and Grandpa back through their bedroom and into that other room. It was the wooden like shed but it had been made into a complete nursery. As each of us boys looked our eyes widened and we couldn’t believe what we saw here was a room that had sheet rocked wall, painted a baby blue trimmed with soft babyish, colors and there were two large baby cribs, larger than we had ever seen, with tops on them so we couldn’t get out. Once the side rails were put up (we were to learn that Grandpa, had gotten them from the pediatric department of an old hospital that closed). There also was an over sized changing table that grandpa and a friend made, plus cabinets of baby powder, baby oils and creams, baby bottles, and pacifiers, and stacks and stacks of (even though they were stacked and folded,) we could tell they were The thickest, highest diapers, in the whole wide world. And there was also a good size stack of baby plastic pants and then a bowl of ducky diaper pins. The floor was of linoleum that was a baby boy blue and patterned for a nursery. There was also many teddy bears, and some diapered raggedy Ken in diapers dolls, an off of Raggedy Ann, dolls. As the 4 of us boys looked, Sue and Betty just stood behind us and looked at our butts, then looked at each other and at Grandma and smiled a sinister smile, that I caught and it sent me to shaking fearfully, as I remembered what all of us boys were told about obeying Grandma and Grandpa. I also noted as did each of us both a paddle board, and an old fashioned razor strap over by the rocking chair.

 

 Grandpa, speaking: “Well, boys, this shall be your nursery mainly at night and some

 during the day, and hear are the plans and the rules:

 

1.      Very shortly, you will undress and from them on you will be totally recognized and as babies.

2.      You all will be diapered and put into rubber baby pants. You will not touch or remove them, excepting when you are allowed to go down to the lake to your swimming hole.

3.      Your are each wearing diapers and rubber baby pants for the same reason that babies wear diapers. You will both pee and poop your diapers.

4.      You each will act like babies and be treated like babies. You will be fed baby food, play with baby toys, and be babied, and even bathed. As babies your bodies will be exposed and treated as a baby’s body would be.

5.      Your Grandma, and Sue and Betty, have absolute say, over you, any disobeying them, and I am sure you boys know what that razor strap over there on the wall is for? And I assure you boys, your Grandma, will first us the paddleboard on you then when I get home you will get the real spanking.

6.      You, boys will be allowed to as I told you go to the lake to swim, this is the only time you will be allowed to undiaper your selves. I will talk to you later about that.”

 

Grandpa, then nodded to Grandma, and she spoke, “Okay, boys, get undressed, remove all of your clothes, everything including those big boy underpants.” We obediently obeyed and started removing our clothes, as the girls watched and smiled. Our faces all turned redder and then even a darker shade of red as we removed our pants, finally down to our under briefs. Each of us were now moving very slowly and showing much hesitation. Even Kenny’s underpants stuck out as he had a hard-on, and as I looked at him and the others, mine was rapidly on the rise. Kenny stammered out the question, “Do we have to get naked, are you gonna make us always wear diapers???” He was only asking this because of his embarrassment, and for stalling purposes. Grandma, said (patiently), “That is correct, Kenny, and we know you are ashamed and embarrassed, but Grandma and Grandpa have seen your little baby pee-pee, before, and while ‘it’ was erect.” “In fact, all of you new babies better get used to having your erections seen, because all baby boys’ pee-pees like their diapers and show it by standing up and feeling good.” “Now, boys get naked, as babies you are about to be diapered.”

 

As we were all red faced and Kenny, even a bit tearful, with embarrassment, and I on the verge of tearing eyed, we each lowered our under pants. Kenny and I now both were fully erect and stiff. Mine was so excited, having not been played with in a few days. It was even horribly leaking some cum out of my long piece of foreskin. Bobby, and Cody now were rapidly on the rise. Just a few more seconds and they, too, would be fully erect. Betty laughed, and said, “Hey, everybody, look all of them, must enjoy this, they all got boners!”

 

Grandma, replied, “Oh, girls, never call them boners, because that is a proud and pride term for their getting a hard-on. Call it a hard-on, as their pee-pee has a mind of its own and will get hard when ‘it’s’ happy. Yes, they are embarrassed, but you are right, they are enjoying this and their weenies tell us so. You may also call that an erection, or their little stiffy.”

 

As each of us stepped out of our under pants our hands went to cover or try to cover our naked genitals. Grandma and Grandpa immediately moved and grabbed our hands and moved them away, scolding us and saying, “Oh no, get those hands away! You’re a bunch of babies, and babies don’t cover their naked stiff pee-pees!” We obeyed but all of us were terribly ashamed and humiliated at our nakedness and being erect. Kenny and I were also so aroused that any second we could cum.

 

Suddenly Sue, spoke; “Hey, look, everyone!” as she picked up Billy’s and my underbriefs, Euuuuhhhh, Shit, look at these, there stained with shit, pee, and even cum on Tommy’s.” Then having said this so fast, she suddenly, realized she said a bad word she never used and lowered her head and said, “Ooops! Sorry, Grandma, and Grandpa, but these are terrible”. Grandma, and Grandpa both laughed, and the Grandma said, “Oh, yes, Betty and Sue, (as she took the underpants,) these boys, don’t deserve and should not be wearing big boy underpants. Yes, this is shit, and boys can’t even use the toilet and clean themselves! That is why all four of these will be in diapers for a very long time, just as the other boys, in this town have learned they need to be diapered.”

 

“Okay, baby Tommy, you shall be first, come over here and get up here on this diapering table.” I now turned dark shades of red, but remembered both the words of my momma, step-dad, and my real dad, so I moved to get up on the changing table, got upon it and lay down. Grandma and the girls then moved in close, and Grandma started to give a lesson on diapering a big baby to the girls, and started giving me instructions on what to do on my first grossly humiliating diapering. First of all, Grandma reached down and got a pacey from below the table. This was a larger than normal baby’s pacifier, and it had a long cord on it, which she started to tie around my neck. Then she took the pacey and put it in my mouth. All the time I just lay there totally naked and my wee-wee, standing stiffly up above my belly, and it was oozing like crazy. It had never oozed so much as it was doing now. Grandma then told the girls to move in closer and then told me to spread my legs and to raise them in the air. This was totally grossing me out, but I obeyed now, my little pucker at the back was totally exposed. Grandma then took some white thick diaper-rash cream and spread it over my bottom, and then told the girls when doing our boys’ bottoms to pay special attention around our ‘anus’, or butthole. At that the girls chuckled and I turned deeper red and turned my face away. Grandma then took one of the 10-ply diapers, and placed it under my bottom, then told me to lower my bottom and legs, as I lowered I was in total shock, I could not believe the thickness of this diaper, as my bottom sank into it!!!

 

Then Grandma, stated, “Now girls, for the boy’s sensitive, and he thinks, his most private area.” Then looking me, in the eye, then at the other 3 boys.

 

Grandma, said, “But, little baby Tommy, you can put all bodily privacy out of your mind, and you 3 other babies as well, as babies need to be cared for and can’t take care of their own bodies. Now, girls, you want to apply plenty of this diaper rash cream over his little balls, and their sack. Be sure to rub it in well, but be gentle. You don’t want to hurt him. Now apply a plentiful amount of the diaper cream, over his stiff, lil’ wee-wee, and be sure each time you change his diaper that you rub the cream in well to his pee pee. This make the boy’s wee-wee feel real good.” Grandma, then started to demonstrate, masturbating me, I looked down and gasp, “Oh No! Grandma, Noooo! Please, I’m gonna cummmm. At that, Grandma only jerked her hand faster. As all watched, my pee-pee, stiffened in her hand and suddenly I shot my load high over my chest and even on my face. It was the greatest cum I had ever felt. I just cried as Grandma and the girls laughed and cleaned me off with a baby wipe, then ordered me again to spread my legs, as she brought the diaper up between my legs and over my still stiff pee-pee.

 

This just couldn’t be happening! I was basically prepared in my head to be diapered along with my cousins, when my dad told me that was what was going to done. But this was unreal, diapers! I was expecting a diaper like I had always seen applied to a baby, some thin, flimsy thing!!! But these were DIAPERS! My Gosh!!! I am their-slave, a diaper-boy-slave, A slave to diapers!!! As Grandma pulled the one side across, and proceeded to pin it I watched as she instructed the girls on pinning the diaper with 3 pins. “Where the hell, did they ever get those diaper pins?! And why on earth were these diapers so very thick and so high, just under my ribs? Even though I wasn’t trying, the bulk between my legs was unbelievable, there had to be all of 12 inches! I tried slightly to bring my les together, but that was impossible. Grandma then proceeded to pull the diaper tightly across me, and to start pinning the other side.

 

As she, did this, suddenly securing me inside the DIAPER! Suddenly I shook and trembled at the realization of just how wonderful it felt around my pee-pee, and butt? Now Grandma, reached down under the diaper changing table and took from the shelf there a large size pair of baby latex, or rubber baby pants. She then put one foot then the other through the leg holes and then started pulling them up. “Oh! No!” Again came from my mouth, “Don’t make me wear those things! They’re so noisy!” And indeed they were, as Grandma pulled them up my legs then over the enormous thick diaper. Golly!!! And the talk about Rice Crispies, “Snap, Crackle, and Pop!!! Hell, these latex baby pants, actually talk, they know no other words, but Snap Crackle and Pop.

 

Hummmp! And I thought for some reason, that once up over my diaper that maybe they would be quiet. Now, I was helped by Grandma and Grandpa to sit up, as I did even this was unreal and a new experience in sitting. There had to be at least 4 inches of diaper between me and the diapering table I was sitting on. And my legs were so far spread apart by all that diaper between my legs. As I was lowered to the floor and standing, once again my face deepened in its shades of red, I could hardly walk, let alone even stand, my legs were so far apart! I started to complain, but Grandpa just eyed me straight on and said, “You’re a baby, now and you don’t complain about your diapers, you love them and the reason you’re wearing them!”

 

Next was baby Kenny’s turn to be diapered and masturbated, then Baby Cody, and last but not least, Baby Billy. As I watched each of the other boys go through their humiliation of being played with, then diapered, I stayed hard and erect, and was very excited seeing them naked then diapered. I lost most of my modesty and was actually looking forward to this two weeks with my cousins, not really a whole lot with the girls being over us, but I knew that there would be those sexual play times, as even during our humiliation of being diapered each of them as me had arousing erections, and as ordered they did nothing to hide or cover them.

 

Now we were all down a standing or should say barely standing, (it was strange how all this bulk and the thickness of these diapers, made things so awkward.) It was for sure that our diapers were going to make their presence, and things very difficult for us as being or acting as big, grown-up boys. We were then led back into the living room and told that lunch would be prepared shortly, and we could go outside and explore around the yard, but to stay close by, because when lunch was ready we were expected to get ourselves in. We all four went outside and strolled over to the horse corral, and both the two horses were in the area, drinking water from the water tub. We looked at the outhouse, which was of course off limits to us boys, and then looked out toward Honey Lake. The whole area was nothing but sand and sagebrush as we walked we each took in one another’s bodies and our huge diaper-padded butts. It definitely was most difficult trying to walk; in fact, it was like a new experience. These huge thick diapers were definitely going to be the masters over us! None of us could run, and to try to move fast any place was impossible, and there definitely would be no hiding these diapers.

 

After a short bit, Grandma, called out to us baby boys to come in for lunch. As we entered the house our eyes widened as we looked at the front room. There were some lunch trays but only 4. Then before our eyes here were 4 babies’ highchairs. Our eyes widened as Grandma, Grandpa, Sue, and Betty, led the 4 of us boys each to one of the highchairs and placed us in them, then placed and hooked the safety and meal trays in place. As we each watched they then placed a baby’s dish full of chopped up food, (that truly looked liked baby food, and a couple of babies bottles, with nipples and all!!!) They then place around our necks some babies’ bibs. Then each one, Grandma, Grandpa, Sue, and Betty, started to feed us, as they did. Suddenly, the day and travels caught up with me even more than the arousing excitement of my hard-on, which I had never lost for a second!!! I had to pee-pee, bad and suddenly also felt I had to poop!!! As I strained to relax, and hold back all the terrible growing urge in my bladder and bowel, little did I know that nearly all 4 of us boys were feeling the same growing urge, and it was because of a laxative that was given us earlier that morning at breakfast, in our food, that we did not know about. As we ate, grimaces came to our faces and our bodies each tightened. Every one of the girls and our grandparents knew what was happening and just smiled at one another and chuckled. Then Grandma said, “Why, what’s wrong with you babies? Don’t think it’s the food. Oh, I know, you baby boys, haven’t wee weed all day or poopied either. Yes, that must be it? Well, the each of you know why you’re in diapers, and hopefully you each know why you babies are wearing diapers? You each better get used to the fact those diapers are your masters and your potty, and you babies, this is no short-term or temporary thing.”

 

After a short bit, as food and drink were given to us, there was no longer, as least for me, the ability to hold back the terrible need to both empty my bladder and bowels. As I looked around at the red faces of babies Cody, Kenny, and Billy, I began to shift and lift my butt, then I bore down, with all this new and never done this way before, Well, at least since I was a baby (a real newborn baby and toddler.) It at first was quite hard to get it started and I was so aroused and stiff. But once I got started it was the most shaming and horrible experience in my life that first time to use a diaper again. As shaming, embarrassing, and humiliating as it was to realize that I and my boy cousins were inferior and lower than these girls, was so shaming it was almost more than I could stand or take.

 

As I looked at each of the other diaper-boys, I was filled with mixed emotions. It was terrible, unreal, yet such a unreal rush, as I felt my pee empty from me and spread front and back in the diapers, and then as the poop (shit!!!) spread all through the crease of my buttocks, and then over my balls and sack, I strained to stop it from coming out, but now just the opposite was happening. I couldn’t keep it from coming out! It spread up over and around my stiff erection, and if the greatest shame, I ever felt or knew, as my poop spread over and around my little pee-pee, I actually loved and was excited as I looked at every one else and the other boys, though great embarrassment and shame shown in their faces, yet as I caught their eyes, there was something deeper with them, that only I could see, or was that true???

 

After our meal we were taken and put down in our baby cribs for a nap, we given our baby bottles with milk (the milk, that Grandma was giving us tasted funny to me) I was later to learn that we would and she got it from a small local dairy run by friends just down the road, about 2 miles. It wasn’t homogenized, pasteurized, or homo any other thing, no. Grandma, when she needed milk, would call and tell how much she needed and they would have it ready for her to pick-up. It would be in gallon jars, (straight from the cows) with all the cream on top. We would have ice cream, our own churned butter, and cream on all our deserts, and it would take some getting used to the milk as it was so rich. As I lay there in the closed and locked baby crib with my cousin, baby Kenny, we talked and chatted since we were in all this together. We really opened up, both in real love and closeness to one another, as well as our sexual desires and as just friends. All 4 of us boys were to become this way over the weeks to come, and our submission to the girls and grandparents, we would come to love, as well as our slavery to our diapers.

 

Before we went off to sleep, each and every move as my pee and poop squished and moved around my new baby pee-pee, I became more aroused by the feel of that thick, thick, diaper, and each crackle of the latex baby pants over the diaper sent strange chills through me as I looked into the eyes of my cousin Kenny, laying next to me. When we woke up I was ready for a diaper change. Strangely, though, I realized that I had to both pee and poop again. I did so as Kenny first watched then whispered, to my ear, “I’m doing it, too, peein, and a poopin!” The girls and grandparents came in and they got us out of our cribs and immediately all of us, as we stood, were thrown off balance by the thickness of our diapers. I was so stiff that the flag pole surely had something to do with me being off balance, hahaha.. It was late afternoon now, and Grandma, with a laugh and grin at the others, as she and they watched us boys stumble about as we tried to get our balance and both stand and move in front of them. Our thick diapers squished and crackled, both from the now monstrous mess of pee and poop in them. Grandpa, then told us to come outside with him and our diapers would be changed later that evening. Then Grandma and the girls went ahead with preparing supper. We followed Grandpa outside and he stopped and looked at us and just smiled for several seconds. It was a smile of satisfaction and pleasure, sort of almost sadistic. Our diapers, now soaked, were a yellowish brown stained, able to be seen through each of our clear latex baby pants over our diapers. As he looked at us we all blushed deep, deep red, then he sort of shifted his stand, and with one hand, unembarrassed started to shift his huge stiff erection, upward to a more comfortable position. Now its size and everything was incredibly defined, under the form and what any of us could see in its silhouette. Grandpa, smiled and just watched as my eyes stayed glued to his crotch, actually each of his grandson, were looking but not like Tommy. Grandpa then and there made it a determination to give me what he knew was my desire, he would at some time let me see him erect.

 

Grandpa then averted some of our attention to the ranch. He pointed out the stable area and showed us the watering tub. He told us it would be our daily task to fill it with water for the horses. He then pointed out over to the north that there was an old dry creek bed that in places had some willows and good places for us boys to have hideouts. Also running to the south was also an old dry creek bed. He told us if we followed it that it would take us to the old paddleboat and swim hole he told us about. But tomorrow morning for the first time he would take us there.

 

Suddenly, 2 pick-up trucks came pulling in to the drive. Us boys could see that in back of the first pick-up truck, there were some boys and a girl. Then we could see in the back of the next pick-up truck that there were also some boys. Immediately the four of us boys started to panic, only being in diapers at our age was terribly embarrassing. Our grandpa saw our panic and laughed then said, “Hey, boy! Nothing to worry about, all those boys in the back of the pick-ups, are in nothing but diapers. As we watched then pull up and stop the boys in back of both moved quickly to get out and showed no shame in just being in diapers and latex baby pants. Two girls stood up and got out of the back of the first truck. The parents got out of the cabs of the vehicles. There were 5 boys and 2 girls the girls were Alice and Janis, and the 5 boys were a set of twins, Brad, and Brian, Jimmy, Lance, and Mike. They got food out of the back of the trucks, and Grandma, and Sue and Betty, came out of the house and greeted everyone. Grandpa then sent us boys out to play and get acquainted. The 5 seemed to know our grandparents’ place quite well. They told us they had been in diapers always. I soon blushed red, though comfortable with being with these diaper-boys, I suddenly remembered that my diaper was full of poop and pee. As I looked at our new friends’ diapers, they too, were in latex baby pants over their diapers, and I could see that each of their diapers were quite wet and that they were stained with poop. Each of these boys were neighbors to Grandma and lived in this small community. They had worn and grown up, both wearing and using diapers. Cody, Billy, Kenny, and I immediately liked all these boys and we all wanted them as our friends. Brad and Brian, the twins were the oldest of all the boys. They were 14 yrs. old and they were full of questions and curious as to why we were placed in diapers, and since I was the oldest, they seemed to take to me. Brad asked me, (and made me go wide eyed,) “Does, your wearing Diapers, make you horny? You know, make you have a hard-on? And then immediately, asked,“ Do you jerk off, ever messed around with a friend?” I smiled and told him I had, and that we must, later!

 

Soon, we all heard a bell being rung, and the boys said, “That bell means get to the house. Supper must be ready as we ran toward the house, we saw that everyone was outside in the back of the house and they had set up the tables like for a picnic out of doors. Again, us boys’ food was all chopped up and made like a toddlers’ baby food. We were once again fed, which I hated, but really got a kick out of watching these other boys being treated like babies. The meal was every thing you could think of, and the meats were barbecued ribs, and rabbit, and the barbecue sauce was incredible. I was to learn it was a recipe handed down through our family. The girls just kept on stuffing the food down us boys, and it seemed as though they didn’t even pay attention to feeding themselves. Brian, sitting on one side of me, said, “They’ll feed ya like this and make you drink lots of liquid, so you’ll use you diapers more.” “Yeah, but this sure is good food, only makes for a big mess.” And we all laughed. At 9:00 P.M. all of us boy were taken inside and all of our diapers were changed. Since there was only one diaper changing table in our nursery, only one boy was changed at a time, and all of us got to watch. Regardless of which boy was being diapered, Grandma, and the other boys’ mother called the girls in close to both watch and receive instruction on how to care and change big baby boys’ diapers. Though the other 5 boys had been in diapers all their lives, for Cody, Kenny, Billy, and I we were very embarrassed, as our diapers were changed. Each of us boys had erections, or after having diaper rash cream applied to our privates, and the diapers closed we all had erections. That night our friends Brian and Brad, Jimmy, Lance and Mike, spent the night, which many boys would have griped about and complained, as it was two boys to a large crib, and in my case there was the 3 of us- Brad, Brian, and myself, but with one lying toward the foot of the bed, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, we were just diaper baby boys and we had nowhere to go as we were locked in to our cribs. Then Grandma and the parents of the other boys told us to keep the noise down, but we could talk and visit. I looked about the room as the lights were turned out and the room was just like an infant’s or toddler’s nursery with cribs, diaper changing table, and lots of diaper and rubber pants waiting to be worn. In the window was sort of a box with a fan in it. On the outside part of the box was a metal mesh, with sort of a straw or canvas material then at the top there was a pipe that ran constant cold water down over the mesh. It was the air-conditioning of our day. Shortly my attention was drawn to Brad and Brian, and out my crib, to the other cribs and to Jimmy, Lance, and Mike.

 

Brad, very quickly asked me if I enjoyed wearing and using diapers.

 

I answered, “Well, I am getting used to it and with all you guys it is getting to be fun.”

 

Brad, “Yeah, my brothers and I have worn and used diapers for a long time now, and so does nearly all the boys in this town. Hey, do you guys Jack-off, or know how to diaper-hump?”

 

I, “No, I have heard of the term jacking off, but don’t know what it means, and diaper-humping- well, we just got put into diapers, so I’m not sure what that is.”

 

Brad, spoke loud enough so all could hear in the other cribs, “Jacking-off is also called masturbating. When you have a hard-on, a boner, you take your hand and jerk up and down on it, (like this, he motions with his hand,) and you keep on and after a while it begins to feel really good, and suddenly your Peter, feels real good and boys that are in puberty, or about 12 or older, sometimes older, will shoot this thick white stuff, and you orgasm; that means it really feels good.” And all those with him say, “Yeah, it feels fantastic, and you can do it also by humping or rubbing it into the bed, or a pillow.”

 

Brian, then cuts in and says, “Yeah! And we do it to each other and they’re other ways that are even more fun to do it than just jerking off with your hand!”

 

Brad, says; “Yeah, you guys tomorrow, if you want, We can teach you guys.”

 

I, “Hey, sound great, Cool! Hey you guys ever use the swim hole, that Grandpa told us about?”

 

Lance, beams up, “Yeah, all the time, we come over and swim there naked, every chance we get.”

 

Brad, and Brian, “Hey, Tommy, when you were getting diapered, you got a big hard-on for a boy your age, do you get erections all the time?”

 

Red faced, I answer, “Yeah over the past months, it’s been growin’! And it is hard more than it is down, sometimes, it get so stiff I can’t pee (it that way all the time.)

 

Brian, “Yeah! All of ours stay nearly 99% of the time hard! HEY! You guys, that’s another one for diapers, a good thing!!! Boys wearing diapers, when you got a hard-on, you don’t have to worry about standing around, and tryin, to get started peeing, and also, you don’t have to worry about aiming your stream, you just pee…” We all laughed, and just then Grandpa, and the boys’ dad came in carrying trays with lots of baby bottles, and Grandpa said, “What are you boys all laughing at? Here, each of you take a bottle of juice and one of chocolate milk, and drink all of both of them. Our eyes were wide, because both Grandpa and the boys’ dad were also in nothing but baby diapers and latex baby pants. It’s now getting late and you boys will have lots to do in the morning, now get some sleep.” We each drank our juice and hot chocolate, and even though they were in baby bottles it was very good. Little did we realize that the hot chocolate had a mild laxative in it.

 

We all settled down and quite surprisingly were very comfortable, even though sleeping in large baby cribs. Morning came and I started to stir to the sound of some of the other boys, and also to an aroma of bacon and other things cooking, that would drive any one to extreme hunger and desire to eat, even though the night before we had eaten and eaten. Shortly, Grandpa and the other boys dad came in, and Grandpa said, “Good morning, did you boys get some good sleep.

 

All us boys, simultaneously, “Yeah, We slept fantastic.”

 

Grandpa, “Well breakfast is ready, time to get up, go outside and wash you hand and faces, then come and eat breakfast.” Breakfast consisted of bacon and eggs, baking soda biscuits and real home-churned butter, and home made cinnamon rolls, and oatmeal and dairy farm fresh, icey cold milk. After breakfast we were put to helping with the dishes and clean up. All this time each of us boys in our diapers were soaking wet and each had a roaring hard-on, and all we were told is that we would be changed later

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After helping do dishes and cleaning inside the house, Grandpa then took us outside. By this time each of our tummies were rumbling and at least some of us knew some of the others were ready or near ready to poop their diapers. All the time Grandpa went on telling us boys what we could do to help out and actually what was our daily chores. Watering the horses, helping with laundry, which consisted of using an old agitator washing machine with a ringer on top, and then hanging out the clothes on a clothes line. The washer sat out in the back yard, and we filled it with water from a hose.

 

Wandering around outside in the yard and sun in nothing but a dirty diaper and latex baby pants, and sandals at first was embarrassing, but now I was getting joy out of it and looking and watching the other boys in nothing else all morning since even before I got up I had an erection, and it just didn’t want to go away. Finally about 10:15 A.M. Grandma and the girls called us inside. They removed our wet and messy diapers and cleaned us off. Then we were told by Grandpa to come with him. This was really embarrassing as we were both totally naked, (as the old saying of our day, “Naked as a jaybird,” and each and every one of us had an erection, which we tried to hide and cover with our hands, but Gramps, said, “Don’t worry or be ashamed. Everyone that’s going to see anything has already seen all. We headed out of the house, being told to grab some towels. We headed out the front and then across the yard and southeast down toward the lake. After walking what was quite a distance, we came to an old gate that we had to work on to open. It went through a barbed wire fence, then it was about another 200 yards down to the lake and water hole. As we walked we came around some bushes and willows, and there it was the old paddleboat the boys and Gramps had told us about. My eyes were wide. It was larger than I had imagined and at the front of the boat was what we could see a deeper water hole. We followed Grandpa and the other boys on to the boat, and then Grandpa showed us around there was the control room and a room that was probably a galley where they ate and rested and then one other large room. We weren’t sure what it was used for and also there were some small storage rooms. At the back of the boat was a large area that must have been where the hauled the stuff they were taking across the lake to the ammo dump. At the front of the boat there was also a large what used to be a crane, and it had a large rope on it that we could use as a rope swing while swimming. Grandpa then told us some does and don’ts, just for our safety, and told us to listen for the bell to be rung at the house when it was time for us to come back to the house. He then told us to enjoy ourselves till lunch, and we heard the bell, then to get to the house pronto. Just after he left and even before swimming, each and every one of us had something between our legs that was to us needed more urgent attention, so I said to Brad, and Brian, “you boys know more and have more experience, so you show us what to do.”

 

After messing around for about an hour, we then went swimming, and I was very surprised at how warm the water was, but of course we were in the desert, and the heat of the day was already showing itself. Suddenly we heard the Bell Ringing, and we dried off and started heading for the house. Grandma and all the girls were waiting for us and took us to be diapered . After diapering we had lunch, which was sandwiches, french fries, and fresh vegetables. After lunch and clean up we were taken and put in our cribs for an afternoon nap, and this was good as out doors. The temperature in the sun  (and there were no shade trees,) was 115° F. On the shady side of the house again I was surprised at how cool the nursery was. At 4:00 P.M. Grandma and the girls came in and woke us up, after letting us out of our cribs, and having us go outside and was our faces off, Grandma spoke.

 

Grandma: “Brian, and Brad, I just spoke a bit ago on the telephone with Mrs. Smith. I want you to take all of you boys and take the wagon and go down to the Smiths and show Tommy and the others how to get the milk from the well. Now be careful and don’t you boys break any of the jars. There are 4 gallon-jars for you to pick-up, and let her know you’re there and she has some cookies for you all. Plus, she wants to meet and see my grandsons.”

 

We all headed out and got a red wagon, and headed down the highway, as we walked both big trucks and cars past us, all honking their horns and giving many “cat calls,” like “Hey, look at all those baby boys in their cute diapers!” and one trucker shouted, “Wow, and I thought a ways back I smelled a skunk!”

 

As we got near the small town, there were several large trees, a small shack that was the post office, and there was a small one-room schoolhouse, with outhouses by the side of it. It was about a 2-mile walk down to the Smith’s Dairy, actually just a farm with many milking cows. We arrived and Brian showed us around to the side of the house and there was a well, just like those you saw in pictures, we went over to it and there was a hand winding crank it had 4 ropes on it and Brad started carefully cranking up the 4 ropes. On them were 4 buckets and in those buckets were 4 large-mouthed jars of milk. We took the jars of milk and put them in the wagon. Looking at it there was a huge amount of pure cream on top of the milk. Then pulling the wagon, we went over to the house and knocked on the door, and very nice lady came to the door and introduced her self, and then figured out which was which of us boys. She then gave us a large paper bag of homemade molasses cookies. We started our track back to Grandma’s and arriving back, Grandma took and scooped the cream off the top of the milk, then put the milk in the small refrigerator. I should say that this refrigerator was small and had only a place for a couple of ice trays. It had no freezer nor any of the amenities of today. When we needed meat from Herlong, some 12 miles away, Grandpa on the way home from work would pick up frozen meats from a locker at a freezer that was theirs.

 

An entire week had past, and daily in the early A.M. we groomed the horses and watered them. Each one of us boys really made friends with the two horses, as daily we gave them sugar cubes, and fed them apples. Between all this loving and care they really owned up to us boys, Nugget, which was a Golden Palomino, was my favorite, the other horse was a beautiful black and white Pinto. Nugget got into the habit of nipping at my diaper, even sometimes pulling it down, I was the only of us boys he would do it to. This was the first of our chores, while Grandma and the girls would start fixing us breakfast. Also every other day, some of us were to also fill the washer with water, soap and Borax, and wash our diapers, then hang them out on the clothesline. Out backyard from the highway must have been one hysterical, funny sight, with clotheslines filled with nothing but diapers. One of our other chores was to help Grandpa in clearing an area of sagebrush near the house, and help fill in an area with large rocks, to help fill in the cement. He and we would later pour, to make a back porch, or sort of a porch-patio.

 

Breakfast, at Grandma and Grandpa’s was to die for. Once you had just one breakfast, you would literally do anything for the next. Fresh milk in the form of icey cold or hot chocolate, always served in our baby babbas, freshly made biscuits, with real churned butter, and home made jams, eggs, and bacon, or ham, and some times, venison sausage, also the best pancakes, or French toast, in the world, and always fruit. None of us boys ever stopped to think that they were just filling us up for the big poop and wet!!!

 

In the late morning we would receive a diaper change or the girls would just remove our diapers and clean us, then we would go down to the swim hole, or we would get re-diapered and would go horse back riding. By noon the temperature would start climbing, and in the shade!!?? There was none! The temp. outside would get up to 120° F. We got used to it but you definitely did not go barefoot out of doors, unless you wanted roasted tootsies. It was surprising how we got used to it, For lunch things were always casual, we would have soups, and sandwiches, Hot dogs, or Hamburgers. In the early afternoon we were all put down for a nap.

 

An entire week had past, and we were really getting used to wearing nothing but our diapers, and latex baby pants. On Friday we all loaded up and headed into Sparks, Nevada. to see and visit with our real dad. On the way Grandma (who on long trips always did the driving,) took two turn-offs she knew about on back roads. One took us by an unmarked old mansion that was in ruins, but still fun to see. It had been in the past, just across the boarder in California, from Reno, and had been a very popular cathouse, brothel, house of ill repute, etc.. Then the other was off the main highway to the east in to a canyon, called Red Rock Canyon; it was quite beautiful. When we got into Sparks, Nevada, Dad took Cody and I with him over to the Southern Pacific Railroad Station, and checked in for work. Then he took us out and showed us around the freight yard. That evening we drove in to Reno and saw the cities night lights, and then went to the Golden Roaster Restaurant for dinner. After having dinner Grandma and Grandpa and the rest of the boys except Cody and I went back home to dads house and started to bed down. Again dad took Cody and me over to the Southern Pacific Train Station, where he introduced us around and he checked in and put down his name for work. On the way home he told us that he and we’d probably be going out the next night or very early in the morning Sunday.

 

Saturday morning, Brad, Brian, Jimmy, Lance, Mike, Alice, and Janis, plus their parents arrived at dads and we loaded up the cars and pick-up and all headed out for Bower’s Mansion. This is a Nevada State Historic Park. The Bower’s husband and wife owned land between Reno and Carson City. On their land was a silver mine, plus a hot springs. The Bower’s,had a mansion that in its time was quite lavish with expensive furnishing, chandeliers, and yes, gold fixtures throughout. Still today, the hot springs fed in two very large swimming pools now used by visitors that come to the state park. You had to walk around to the other side, from the mansion, around the pool fence to enter the pool area, and there was a men’s and women’s changing room. It was an old wooden framed large dressing room with benches a shower area, a booth where you received a wire basket to put your clothes in, and other wise it was lighted by old single light bulbs and it had a concrete floor. and was totally open, no privacy.

 

A note: Back in Grandpa’s days when visiting using the two pools the first pool fed into the second and both pools the water was very warm. The first pool had an island in the middle that people could lay on and sunbathe. It is said that Mrs. Bowers would sunbath nude, and that most of their guest also preferred nude sunbathing.

 

All us boys though preferred swimming in fresh clean diapers, and the other kids and swimmers really teased us about our wearing diapers. After spending most of the day picnicking and swimming, we came home and Grandma and Grandpa and all the others left and headed back home. Cody and I stayed with my dad while us boys watched television. Dad made a run down to the train station, and when he returned he told us to get some sleep; we would be leaving out on a train sometime after midnight. Just after midnight, Dad woke me and said, that he was going down to the Station to get things ready for leaving. He had to check the freight cars and other cars that would be on our train, and that he would be back shortly, to go back to sleep. Just about 3:00 A.M. Dad, arrived back. He changed our diapers, and had us dress in overalls and wear a jacket, as it was cool out side. We first went down to the Golden Nugget Pancake House for breakfast; then went to the freight yard, and to dad’s train. We boarded the caboose and he introduced us to the other men that would be working with him.

 

600 mile on a Freight Train, wearing and using Diapers??? What do you mean that’s only one way!? 1200 miles on a Train in Diapers…

 

The caboose, I cry today be the whole era of freight trains, and the whole system of moving trains across country, has modernized and the caboose has literally vanished it is a thing of the long past. Let me describe the caboose. It was a car usually painted a reddish color, and always was the last car on the freight train. It had a step, both at the front of the caboose and the back of it, and could be entered from either side. Inside in the very middle was always a raised higher portion, and on the left side was a coal burning stove to heat the caboose, and also, (most important,) to make boil your coffee. At both ends of the caboose, entering you walked along the right side, approximately 10 feet, and on the left side was closed storage space. Then you came to an alcove with a long wooden bench or seat where the workers sat while traveling. This area was just far enough across for those sitting, to put their feet out and brace them selves with their let and feet against the wall in front of them, as the ride was very rough and slowing down or starting you could be jerked and thrown about. Dad got me seated and went about his work along with two other men. They made check of all the cars and did many other things before we started. The water was boiling on the coal stove, by now and finally all the men, returned, the two others, told me we would be starting in a moment, and sure enough the caboose jerked, and we started moving on our way.

 

After, Dad showed up and told me to keep my self braced with my feet for about a half hour, as things would be rough getting started and out of the station. Needless say, all of this I was extremely excited, and had a almost painful erection. My diapers, though very thick and noticeable, sure made for a more comfortable seat, and the padding made my erection more comfortable. Finally after we were underway and the workers were starting to also get settled down for the ride. Then came some teasing about my diapers, “Well! Tommy, and Cody, you boys if not now will enjoy all that extra padding under you by the end of this trip.” “At least our Porta Potty, won’t be tied up, with more people along on this trip.” “You boys, gonna, let us watch when you need changing?” All, in All, these men were friendly and very nice, they sure had some railroad stories to tell. At about 0830, the sun had been up for a good while, and now the scenery had changed only vast desert, and an occasional small (blink-your-eye- you’ve-just-missed-the-town), hole in the wall! Already the weather outside was making the caboose warm up considerably. We all had and shared fresh cinnamon, pecan, rolls, and donut, plus, )(?%^* coffee! Dad told us boys a story about their coffee. They once had a new young worker, whom they told it was his responsibility to make the coffee, on each trip. He asked, “This is my first time to make coffee, how do I do it? You just fill the coffee pot with water, and put it on the stove, when it boils pour in the coffee, and let it boil for a while. Be sure to put in enough coffee to make it strong, Yeah! Strong enough to float a railroad spike! Needless to say after a while when the men went to get their coffee It tasted awful and also greasy! They had checked it and glare at the new young fellow, for he just shrugged his shoulder, and said, “Well, you said make it strong enough to float a spike.” They found a spike in their coffee.

 

Time to get comfortable and for a Diaper Change

 

It was about 010:00, and I had both peed and pooped my diaper. Dad had just done a catch, that’s when he has to lean out of the train and grab a bag that has information, on our trip, speed, and any other trains coming through that we will encounter and have to pull off on a side track. He walks the top of the train clear to the front and delivers it, the information to the engineer, and then comes back to the caboose. When he got back, he could smell my diaper, and said, “Looks, No! smells like you need a diaper change.”

I said, “yes, sir.”

 

Dad: said, “Okay, let’s see what we have here.” As he got my diaper bag, he opened it and took out a fresh diaper, latex baby pants, and diaper rash cream. He then went and got a rag- got it wet and soapy, (note: back in those days baby wipes, did not exist.)

Dad, came back and said, Okay, come out here,( it was out in the largest open area in the aisle. Then dad removed my shoes, overalls, shirt, and then had me lay down on the floor, and he started removing my latex pants. He then unpinned my diaper and opened it, unfolding it down between my legs, as the men watch, and my brother Cody awaits his turn. There’s exclaiming, from the men, but not to be mean, “Wow, Tommy, what a mess, but your lil’ pee-pee tells me you like diapers.” Dad washed me off and had me raise my legs, cleaned my bottom, and placed the new clean diaper, applied baby diaper rash cream all over front and back, then pulled the diaper back in place and started to pin it in place, as the men made comment, “you, sure are a good Dad, you know how to diaper a boy well.” Then it was Cody’s turn, Dad, when he let me up and I waddled back to the bench, said, “ It is going to be hot and warmer the rest of the trip, why don’t you boys just stay in your diapers, you’ll be more comfortable.” Around mid afternoon, about 14:00 we arrived in Ely, Nevada and as quickly as the men and dad got the train okay (what all and ever they had to do) they had us boys don our overalls and we all went into town, which the Railroad Station, and town, were all one thing. We went to a restaurant, everyone knew every one, and we had lunch. The waitresses knew dad and were very excited to meet us boys. They knew we were in diapers, and commented, “My, Marian, you sure know how to take care of you boys real good, every dad aught to have his big boys wear and use diapers.” In the late afternoon, we shed our overalls and back on that caboose we set out to travel onto Logan, or Salt Lake City, Utah. About 20:00 hr. we ate some fish, fried potatoes, and corn. Us boys drank milk that was kept in a cooler on a block of ice. We were allowed to stay up till 22:00 then lay down on a mattress that was put down on the floor of the caboose. About 01:00 that night we got into Logan, and went to a bunkhouse at the train station, for railroad workers. We first undressed and showered, then dad re-diapered us, there was about 12 to 15, men from states all around, that had come into Logan, and were going to like us to get some sleep, while waiting their work calls to return home. The men, all commented on us boys being in diapers, as few embarrassed us, and made us blush, deep, but none were mean or nasty, and most all of the comments, were as if they were related to us, and were just done in fun, not to hurt but make us blush.

 

The next morning and part of the day again was one of the highlights of my life, as we got to go into Salt Lake City, and to the Mormon Tabernacle. We heard Dr. Alexander Schriener play the organ, and we got to hear an acoustics demonstration, and also hear the Mormon Choir sing. We had dinner just across from Temple Square, at an old area of the city that was renovated, and a restaurant, that everyone of the workers dressed in old granny dresses, and the fellows, wore overalls like Cody and I but they were just college fellas, and I am sure they knew we were in diapers.

 

Marc: “Grandpa said, That he still remember the home style food, being brought to your table, in big bowl, and when they ran out they were refilled.

 

We returned to the railroad station, and dad checked in, then we went back to the bunkhouse and us boys slept in nothing but our diapers, and had glorious, arousing dreams of all the past days’ events. At about 01:00, dad woke Cody and I told us time to dress, we then went over to a restaurant and had breakfast, then came back and went out into the freight yard to dad’s train, that we would return home to Spark, Nevada on. Dad got Cody settled in on the caboose and told me to come with him. We walked the length of the train, and then dad helped me and we climbed up into the cabin of the huge diesel engine. He introduced me to the engineer and brakeman, then they had me sit in the firemen’s seat. I was to get to ride in the engine with them clear to Ely, Nevada where Cody would exchange place and get to ride onto Sparks.

 

Arriving back in Sparks, Nev.

 

We arrived back in Sparks, Nevada and for the remainder of the week, we stayed with Dad. We stayed wearing nothing but diapers, and our latex pants over them. We did something daily with dad. One day we went up to Donner Lake, and both fished in the lake, as well as we hiked in the mountains. Don’t ask or wonder if Cody or I caught any fish!? I’ll tell you first. Cody caught a lake trout, and when Cody saw it his flag pole went up faster, hard, and more excited than it ever had had!!! He caught a 21-pound fish. Moments later my flag pole rose, and I nearly went crazy. I caught an 18-pound trout. One other day we drove to Virginia City, then went to Bower’s Mansion and swam, then we went on into Carson City, Nevada. and went to a model train museum. Another day dad drove us to the top of Mount Rose. We got a bunch of over a foot-long pine cones, and then drove down the other side to Lake Tahoe, and we swam in our diapers.

 

Sundays telephone call, from Grandma to our Parents,

“Hello, the boys are having such a great time in their

diapers, if it’s okay their staying a while longer?”

 

Grandma also called Kenny, Billy, Sue and Betty’s parents they consented, as well as Cody and my parents did, (only years later were we to learn that our parents along with Grandma and Grandpa had this all planned, #1. They wanted us for the summer so that we might spend good time with our real dad, in Sparks, plus with them, because us boys could help fix up the house and work with Grandpa; #2. They had it planned to put us boys in diapers, and they knew a short period, we would not really get used to wearing and using them.

 

As the remainder of that summer past we daily did our chores, swam down at the lake, and road the horses. We  were in nothing but our diapers and Latex baby pants daily. Nearly daily, Brad, Brian, Jimmy, Lance, and Mike, were over and their sisters Alice and Janis.

 

It happened so strangely but daily, never ever thinking or applying any thought to or about going to the out house to pee or poop, or even having to think about peeing in the bushes, that suddenly I was noticing that my diaper would be wet and I would even poop with out noticing it and it was done.

 

Summer was much too short and fast, that year, and in the next 3 summers that we spent with Grandma and Grandpa but a week before the summers end we were taken home, and learn that we would be stay in diapers and continue to wear overalls. Kids at school lnew we wore diapers and most all our friends, but that’s a whole other story.


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