Damien puckered his lips and began to kiss me repeatedly.

“Eeeww, stop, gross, eeeww I have Damien germs!” I teased.

And then he kissed me right on the mouth.

“Hey, not on the mouth!” I said and whipped my lips with the back of my hand, but as soon as I did he kissed my lips again only this time, he had taken a hold of the back of my head and was pressing his lips so hard against mine that it kind of hurt.

“Damien!” I said and pushed him away, “Boys don’t kiss other boys like that!”

“Yes huh!” Damien protested.

“No they don’t!” I insisted.

“I’ve seen them on South Park!” he said and tried to kiss me again, but I held him at arm’s length.

Suddenly, I saw the same evil look in his eyes that I’d seen yesterday and knew that he was reverting back to Damien the evil child.

“You know something? I like you a lot, I mean I like when you are nice and we play like we just were and I know you want to kiss like on South Park, but that is just a TV show, it’s not real. Real boys like you shouldn’t kiss other real boys like me or like anyone.”

I was so relieved to see that evil look fade from his eyes and a small smile take its place.

“Can I kiss you on the cheek?” he asked.

I thought for a moment before saying, “Ok, but only on the cheek.”

Damien pulled closer to me and kissed my cheek and then hugged my neck tightly.

“I love you Max!” he said so softly that I wondered if he meant for me to hear it at all.

I allowed myself to enjoy his hug for a minute or two before saying, “All right little man, let’s get you upstairs, cleaned up again and into a fresh diaper and then we’ll come down and watch some more Simpson’s.”

Since he was wearing the diaper and I didn’t have to give him another bath, I was able to clean him up using the baby wipes. I had him in a fresh diaper and we were back downstairs within a few short minutes.

“Can I sit with you?” Max asked.

“Yeah, I think the diapers are doing the trick, so sure, let’s curl up on the couch!” I said.

“Can I have some more to drink? I’m thirsty.” He said.

“Sure you can, there is a full bottle right there by the TV.” I said.

“Oh,” he replied as it bent over to pick it up.

We were nearing the end of another episode of the Simpson’s when I happen to look down at Damien and saw that the front of his diaper looked as though he had wet in it.

I must have dozed off during the next episode because Damien was shaking my arm and saying, “Max, Max I need you to come upstairs and help me again.”

I opened my eyes and saw the earnestness in his eyes.

“You need your drawers changed again?” I asked while yawning.

“I pooped three times!” he said and I realized I must have been asleep longer then I thought.

“Ok, you go on up and I will be right there.” I said.

Damien took off like a shot and I was about to get up when I saw that the robe I was wearing was untied and completely open. It hadn’t been like that when I had drifted off to sleep and I’m sure I wouldn’t have opened it while I was sleeping.

“Max, come on, I need you nooooooooowwww!” Damien called from upstairs.

I decided to dismiss it and went up to change Damien’s diaper, but as I passed the TV, I happened to glance down at the VCR and saw that it was several minutes after 9:00 p.m.

Standing up, I pulled the robe closed and re-tied the belt around myself before heading up the steps again. I found Damien standing in the bathtub waiting for me to come wash him.

“You think you need another bath do ya?” I asked still not totally awake.

Damien smiled and nodded at the same time, “Yeah-yeah!”

When I undid the first tape on his diaper the contents began to leak out and trickle down his leg.

“Wow, I guess you did need changed.” I said.

The contents were a sort of dirty, watery muck that didn’t smell nearly as bad as before. I reckon that Damien’s insides were cleaner then they have ever been in his life. Instead of opening the second tape, I slid the diaper down his leg and had him step out of it. Had we waited much longer, I think the diaper might have started leaking.

“I’m thirsty,” Damien said as I was rinsing the soap off his belly.

I grinned and held the sprayer so that it was shooting right in his face. At first, he tried to block it with his hands but then he started to lap at the jets of water with his tongue, much the way a dog does.

“You’re silly!” I said and finished rinsing the rest of his body.

“Ok, out of the tub,” I said, but he held up his arms as if to tell me that he wanted me to pick him up, so I obliged him.

While I was drying him off, I was sitting on the toilet lid and had him standing in front of me. He started to shiver and I asked, “You feeling cold?”

He shook his head.

“What then?” I asked.

“I got to pee!” he whispered as if it were some great secret.

I stood up and raised the toilet lid, but he shook his head. “Not like that!” he continued to whisper.

It didn’t take long to realize what he meant. I lightly knocked my hand against the side of my head and said, “Oh, you want to go in your diapers?”

He was now holding his penis and had his knees squeezed closely together.

I couldn’t have been more pleased that he was taking to the diapers so willingly and I asked him, “Can you hold it for a minute or two?”

Though he indicated that he could, the look on his face and his body language said differently. He ran to the bedroom and quickly assumed the diapering position on his bed.

“Since you already need to wet, and seeing how it’s bedtime, I’m going to use the other diapers so that you can wear it longer.” I said.

His simple response was to lift his bottom off the bed so that I could get the diaper under him. I worked quickly, getting it into place and allowing him to lower his butt. Taking hold of the front of the diaper I pulled it all the way up and it covered his nipples. His face was concentrated with pain, so I held the diaper in place and said, “Ok, you can pee and then I will finish.

I watched the front of the diaper and soon saw a small wet spot appear beneath the plastic that continued to grow and spread all across the front.

“Done?” I asked, to which he shook his head ‘no’.

Wow, he was peeing a long time and I realized that he must have needed to pee since before the bath. That must have been the reason that he was trying to get me to come upstairs faster.

I could tell from the look of relief on his face that he was done, but I still asked him again, “You done this time?”

His eyes were closed and he had a serine expression as he nodded.

I finished taping the diaper into place, it was really big on him and I folded the front and back in about two inches at the top so that the diaper would fit under his arms. The front two tabs rapped all the way around his back and overlapped. I pulled the left side of the back all the way around and the two tapes were then fastened to the backside of his ribs. I did the same for the other side and said, “There you go, that should keep you going for quite a while.”