A few days after I had received my new phone, Mark and I had decided to make a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain, which is a store for outdoorsmen and hunters. We really didn’t have a reason for going other than just wanting to go check out all the cool stuff they sell. However, there was a wrinkle in our plan. That particular day, I was supposed to be keeping an eye on little Damien, but after Mark and I talked it over, we decided that it might be more fun if we turned it into a friendship outing, with not only a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain, but also lunch at McDonald’s, and if time allowed, we’d catch an afternoon movie matinee at the two-dollar Danbury Cinema. So, after a few phone calls, to get permission from everyone’s parents and/or guardians, five of us, Mark, Sean, Damien, Mike and yours truly, began walking north, across town.
It had been quite a while since Mark and I had put together the ‘Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits’ and we had yet to be presented with an opportunity to field test the first kit. Well, before leaving, I thankfully had the presence of mind to pack the first two kits Mark and I had put together, because before the day was over, the kit would have not one but two field tests. I also had the brilliant idea to bring along several extra diapers… just in case.
Since my house is at the extreme southern edge of our town, and Gulliver’s Mountain and the Danbury Cinema are both located at almost the opposite end, north of I-70, Mark and I figured we’d need at least an hour and a half just to walk that far, but in reality, it took us more than three, because we stopped several times.
Our first stop was due to Damien, whining about his legs being tired. Since I was wearing my backpack, loaded down with diapers and such, Mark ended up carrying Damien on his back. You know that Mark hardly ever goes anywhere without his own backpack, but he was totally cool with allowing Mike to wear it for him. Once Damien was on Marks back, he quieted right down.
Our second stop was at the Super America Gas Station and Mini Market, which is not even a full mile from my house. The Mini Market wasn’t exactly an unscheduled stop. Once I knew Damien was coming along, I had decided that we’d stop there and I’d take Damien into the bathroom to get him diapered. I wasn’t sure how he’d take to being diapered in public like that, but I was hoping that, as long as he trusted me, he would probably go along with the idea. And boy did he ever!
“Really?” he squeaked when I whispered in his ear what I had in mind.
Damien leapt from Marks back, nearly causing Mark to take a nose dive into the asphalt parking lot. Damien grabbed my hand and was pulling me toward the store as I said to the other guys, “Be right back.”
I’d been in the bathroom of the Super America Station. It’s big and clean and there’s lots of room on the floor. However, they didn’t have a changing station hanging on the wall. That would have been really cool if they had. I would have gotten a kick out of changing Damien on one of those.
I also would have loved to put Damien into one of Marks diapers again, but I knew that there was no way his pants were going to fit over something that thick, so I settled for one of the new diapers that Mark and I had gotten for the Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits. Before I even had the bathroom door locked, Damien had stripped off his shoes, socks and pants and was tugging at his Spider Man underwear, which was already slightly damp in the very front.
The thought of Damien peeing on Mark nearly caused me to laugh, but I was able to shake that thought loose from my mind.
“Whoa, keep your shirt on.” I told Damien when he started pulling his shirt over his head.
“Let’s just get you down on the floor and I’ll get this on you.” I said pulling one of the diapers out of my backpack.
Damien’s eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the crisp, white, disposable diaper dangling before him. I used the full treatment on him too. I used diaper cream all over the front and back, and I made sure to get it between his tiny butt cheeks and around his poop shoot too, and then came the powder, which made the bathroom smell really good, and finally, the diaper. On Damien, it seemed a little big, but once I had it in place, it looked really good. Before I let him get back up, I put his socks back on him, making sure to tickle his little feet in the process.
“Max! No tickling!” Damien giggled.
When I helped Damien to his feet, I saw how adorable he looked, standing there wearing a white button up shirt, white tube socks and a white diaper. I wished I had a camera to snap a picture of him.
In no time, I had Damien ready to leave the bathroom and when I opened the door, there stood Mike with the goofiest grin on his face.
“What?” I asked him.
Damien slipped past the two of us and ran out of the Mini-Market, giggling and skipping. Mike pushed me backwards into the bathroom and then came in too, locking the door behind him.
“What?” I asked again.
“I want to wear one too.” He said so softly that I had to ask him to repeat himself.
“What was that?” I’d said.
Not really speaking any louder he leaned forward and said, “Can I wear one too?”
“Uh…” I stammered with disbelief and joy.
I had forgotten that he was wearing Mark’s backpack, and when I started to take mine off again, he said, “No, I… um… want to use one of Mark’s. He said it was okay.”
“Oh… Okay, yeah sure!” I said, finally getting my hormones under control.
Mike then asked the most wonderful question, “Can you help me like you did at my party?”
It’s a good thing it has been a while since I cracked my head, otherwise, all the blood my heart was pumping to my brain might have given me another one of my migraine attacks.
My body was trembling with untamed excitement as I tried to answer. “Y-y-yeah s-sure!”
Mike beamed!
Unlike Damien, Mike didn’t undress himself. He left that job to me, and you had better believe, I enjoyed every minute of it.
Mike was wearing one of those double buckled belts with each buckle having two buckle pins apiece. Talk about overkill, but then again, it was sure effective. It would have taken a team of twenty horses to pull those pants off him. As it was, it took me a moment or two to get the belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
To my surprise, as I pulled his pants down, Mike wasn’t wearing any underwear, but that isn’t what surprised me the most. Mike had a full on stiffy that popped out of his pants and stick out at a ski pointing at a 45-degree angle.
At first, I was lost with what to do, and when I looked up at Mike, he, unlike at the party, where he had been staring at the ceiling, was looking down at me and smiled wickedly. I decided that the best course of action was, to ignore it and act like it wasn’t even there.
“Okay, lay down on the floor.” I told him
When he moved, his penis shook like a tightly tensioned spring.
“Spread your legs please.” I said, as I reached between his legs to apply the diaper cream.
When the cold cream made contact with his skin, Mike sucked in a quick breath and made a small gasping sound.
“Cold?” I asked.
He nodded and smiled wider, if that was possible.
When it came time to apply the cream to his bottom, I decided to lift one of his legs. He made that same sound when my fingers brushed over his poop hole and this time, he squirmed a bit.
“That tickle?” I asked.
He nodded again and grunted, “Uhuh!”
I’m not sure what possessed me to do it, but I applied more cream to my index and middle fingers and returned them to his hole. I smeared the cream around so that his hole had become completely coated in white and then, I applied a bit of pressure with my two fingers. They both slipped into Mike as easy as could be.
Mike’s entire body rose off the bathroom floor as he groaned, and his penis began to throb.
“Don’t want to risk you getting a rash, now do we.” I said to him.
He was biting his bottom lip and he shook his head wildly from side to side.
I removed my fingers, reapplied some diaper cream to them, and then began to butter his abdomen and nut sack. Mikes entire body had begun to tremble and quake. With each rubbing motion his body would shutter, and when I began to apply the diaper cream directly to his thin, ridged penis, Mike’s back arced, and he moaned softly. Three seconds later, Mike’s entire body froze up, his toes pointed down and his fingers went straight. I’m no idiot, I knew what was happening to him and oddly enough, I was okay with it. Three quick squirts of thin, ever so opaque, semen streamed out of Mike as he lay there motionless, not breathing at all.
When he finally exhaled, his body began to go soft, all except for his penis, which was still rock hard and standing up from his body as if to say that, it was ready for round too.
I took out a baby wipe and cleaned up the few spots of semen from Mike’s belly while he laid gasping and huffing for air. Not another word was uttered between us as I slid one of Marks diapers under Mike’s bottom, pulled it up between his legs and taped it tightly into place. I was a little concerned about Mike’s penis pointing up and worried that if he peed like that, the pee might shoot right out the top. However, I know from experience how much it hurts to force an erect penis down when it doesn’t want to be down.
Seeing Mark’s diaper on Mike reminded me of Eben. It wasn’t quite as big on Mike, but it still looked several sizes too big for him and rode up so high that it almost went up to Mike’s nipples.
Getting Mike redressed turned out to be easier than I was expecting. Mike had purposefully worn loose fitting pants. I knew this, even though he didn’t tell me. It was obvious to me that he had thought it out beforehand.
I didn’t have to fasten the belt for him. He did that on his own, and then pulled his shirt down over it.
“How’s that? Think anyone can tell?” he asked.
“No! Not at all!” I lied.
Mike surprised me by what he did next. I was still kneeling on the bathroom floor, putting the diaper supplies back into Mark’s backpack when Mike launched himself at me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed.
“Thank you daddy!” he said, and then kissed my neck just below my left earlobe.
It was all I could do to contain my amusement as the two of us walked out of Super America. Mike was waddling so exaggerative that there was no way anyone could not guess that he was wearing a diaper. Before leaving, I went to the back of the store, got five Cokes, and then went up to pay for them.
There was a girl behind the counter who was ringing up the drinks. As she did this, she was also keeping an eye on Mike, who was standing just outside the door, talking with the other guys.
“Is your little brother handicapped or something?” she asked.
“Uh, he’s not my brother, but yeah, he was dropped when he was a baby.” I said, trying my best not to make eye contact while handing her a ten dollar bill.
“Oh that is so sad. Is that why he’s wearing the diaper?” she asked, and I swear, I nearly passed out.
“Uh, yeah, but he’s kind of sensitive about it.” I said.
“Oh, okay then!” she said with a shrug as she gave me my change.
I think my heart stopped when she asked, “So then, why are all the other’s wearing diapers too?”
“They all have similar problems and I take care of them. Today, we are on an outing.” I couldn’t believe how easily the lies were coming to me.
“Oh, that is so nice of you to take care of special children like that.” She said, and God help me, I couldn’t stop myself from looking up into her pale green eyes.
“Uh, yeah! Helping… them.” I said, sounding like a retard myself.
“So do you even have to change their diapers and stuff?” she asked, twirling her hair with one finger.
Without answering that question, I quickly escaped from the store and told the guys, “Come on, let’s get going.” and began to walk kind of quickly, while holding on to Sean and Mike’s hands while Mark got Damien back up on his back.
After we were out of sight of the store, I told the guys about the cashier and what she had said. Poor little Damien turned so red, I thought he was going to stroke-out on us, but Mike just smiled and laughed it off. Sean was the only one that seemed slightly disturbed by it, but that seemed to pass quick enough.
