Nearly a year had passed since I recorded my previous close encounters with older boys who wear and use diapers. Quite a lot has happened since the day that Sean and I unexpectedly met in the parking lot of the drugstore a few blocks from my house. So much has happened over the past year that I thought it was about time that I started recording what’s been going on since that day.
I should begin with the few days leading up to the weekend that Sean and I had planned to meet at the park near both of our houses. I had been at home, lying around, watching TV and playing video games while I waited for my rash to clear up. My new best friend Mark, had come over to our house every day to keep me company and to help take my mind off the constant itching. When Friday finally rolled around, mom suggested that I ask Mark to spend the night. It took a little sweet talking to get his parents too agree because Mark’s parents thought that he’d been spending too much time at our house as it was. Once I told them that it was my mom’s idea, they gave us the green light.
We decided to have a movie night where we would watch two or three movies back to back. We have done this before and to be fair, we both pick at least one of the movies, but since I had been feeling so crummy all week, Mark let me choose all the movies this time. Mark tried to hide it, but I knew he was thrilled when I chose all three of the Indiana Jones Movies. Mom tossed a couple bags of popcorn into the microwave while Mark queued up the first movie and I unrolled our sleeping bags on the living-room floor.
By the middle of the second film, everyone else had given up and gone to bed, leaving Mark and I alone. Mark took a look around the room, saw that everyone was gone and exclaimed, “It’s about time!”
“For what?” I asked, but he didn’t reply.
He unzipped his sleeping bag, pulled off his shirt and pants to reveal that he wasn’t wearing a GoodNite as he’d done for so long now. Instead of his usual GoodNite, he was wearing a real, honest to goodness disposable diaper. It was white, with white tapes and it looked to be slightly too big for his scrawny physique.
“What the heck is that?” the words were out of my mouth before I knew it.
“What’s what?” he was playing dumb, except his goofy grin gave him away.
“Don’t even play dumb with me! What the bleep is that!” I was pointing right at the diaper and I really said bleep, it was something I had picked up from him and when I saw that it irked my parents, it stuck.
He stretched himself out on top of his sleeping bag causing his diaper to crinkle and he smirked, “I’ve gotten too big for GoodNites, they leak too much now.”
“How long have you been wearing those?” I asked.
“What?” he teased.
I grunted with frustration and shook a fist at him, “If you start that again, the headline in tomorrow’s paper is going to read, ‘Teen boy found dead wearing diaper!’”
Mark chuckled, “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed before now. I’ve been wearing these for over a week now.”
My jaw fell on the floor as I said, “How long?” and it came out so high-pitched that I sounded like Mickey Mouse after being kicked in the balls several times.
“It has been driving me nuts not to tell you.” Mark confessed.
“You’re lying!” I was still dumbfounded, “Two weeks?”
I slapped myself for being so blind, “Are you for real?”
“Remember that day you came over to see the new poster I had on my wall?” Mark asked.
“Yeah, I still agree with your mom, it’s gross,” I said.
“Whatever man!” he said brushing away my comment, “Anyway, I was sure you saw the package in the bottom of my closet.” His evil grin spread wider across his face, “I purposefully left the closet door about half open, because I knew it would turn you on when you saw it.”
“WHAT?” my voice cracked when I said it.
Mark took his pillow by the corner, swung it through the air and swatted me over the head.
I didn’t even try to block the pillow. I was too shocked, too amazed and frankly, too turned on to care.
“Shut up and watch the rest of the movie,” he snickered.
I tried to do just that, but I couldn’t stop looking at Mark, lying on his purple sleeping bag wearing nothing but a big white diaper and his dingy white tube socks.
When the credits started rolling across the screen, Mark looked at me with that look he gives me whenever he catches me looking at the diaper commercials on TV or lingering on the diaper ads in magazines a bit too long.
“What?” I said when he didn’t say anything.
I was lying on my side, propped up on one elbow and had my pillow tucked between my knees. I had on a yellow and white hockey jersey with my blue sweatpants because both were extra soft against my skin and didn’t make me itch.
“You want to touch it don’t you?” he asked mischievously.
“Uh, no!” I lied.
Mark made a disbelieving murmur and accused me of lying like a dog.
“Am not!” I argued with my eyes still pasted to his diapered butt.
“Then why are you sporting a tent pole in your sweatpants?” he asked and managed to embarrass me enough that I finally was able to overt my eyes.
I rolled onto my stomach and whimpered when my dick was forced down.
“Ouchy! Bet that hurt!” Mark cackled.
I buried my face in my pillow and hissed, “Shut-up and go put the other tape in the VCR.”
Mark made it a point to squat in front of the TV as he rewound the second movie and got the third movie ready to put in once the other was done. The plastic crinkled loudly as he squatted only a foot from my face and the smell of baby powder was extremely prevalent. By the time he was putting in the third movie, my head was swimming and I couldn’t see anything but his pure white diaper.
As he stood up, he purposefully did it in a way that his diapered butt came within inches of my face and that’s when it happened.
“Oh-oh-oh man!” I moaned and ended with a small whimper.
Mark turned around and looked at me with mild disgust, “Did you just do what I think you just did?” he asked.
“Uh,” was all I was able to say.
“Oh man, you just did what I think you did!” he answered for me.
My face dropped to the floor, “Kill me now!” I moaned again.
I started to get up while Mark was lying down again, “Where you going?” he asked sarcastically.
“If you must know, to change my pants and get some more anti-itch cream!” I answered just as sarcastically.
“Maybe you should get in my backpack and grab yourself one of these.” He continued talking as I walked away from him, “Sure would cut down on the laundry.”
I went to my bedroom to change into a different pair of sweatpants, but when I flicked on the light switch, the first thing I saw was his blue and gold backpack lying on my bed. I swallowed hard, went to my bedside and pulled open the top of his pack. Sure enough, Mark had brought more than just the one diaper, which he was currently wearing. Actually, it looked like he’d gotten in the habit of carrying several with him because I found four more diapers and they were still inside the original package. I pulled them out and read the outside of the plastic packaging. It said, ‘Tena® Super Briefs’, and they were size medium. It also said ‘Maximum absorbency for nighttime or extended protection’ and in the upper left corner was a yellow oval with the words, ‘With InstaDri Skin-Caring System™’. I put my nose into the package and inhaled deeply. The scent was heavenly and enough to get me aroused again.
“Oh shit, that itches!” I complained to myself, “oh I got to stop, think about grandma naked; grandma naked, grandma naked…”
It wasn’t working, but thankfully, I heard a noise out in the hallway and feared being caught so I quickly stuffed the diapers back into his backpack and then pushed my door closed. I made sure that it didn’t latch because I knew if it did, it might make enough noise to wake one or more of my family.
I applied the anti-itch cream to my legs, butt cheeks and stomach; taking extra care when applying it to my nuts and penis because I didn’t want to run the risk of disturbing the beast again. With a quick change of pants, I made my way back to the living room and somehow made it through the third Indiana Jones movie, which has always been my favorite of the three Indy films. However, to be honest, I didn’t get to see very much of it. Mark kept shifting positions and causing his diaper to crinkle, which as I’m sure you guessed, would send my mind and emotions reeling. Once the movie ended, Mark climbed back into his sleeping bag and was sound asleep within minutes. It took me over an hour to fall asleep and when I did, I started to dream. My dream was about Mark and Sean and some girl I have never met, I think. We were chasing after some kind of animal, but that wasn’t the weird part of my dream. The weirdest part was that all three of us guys, Sean, Mark and me were outside wearing nothing but a diaper as we ran after that animal. The girl in my dream wasn’t wearing a diaper; she was wearing a pair of orange bibbed overalls and bright pink sandals. She was running after us, shouting that we had to catch it and get a diaper on it before it went on the carpet. I don’t know why she was worried about the carpet because we, including the animal, were already outside. Boy, I sure do love when I have dreams like that; I wish I had those sorts of dreams more often.