After stammering and nearly choking on my own spit, I explained to him about my problem and how I ended up wearing diapers now. He didn’t interrupt me at all and listened very interestedly. When I finished I expected him to begin asking a bunch of questions, but the only question he asked was, “That girl really kissed you like that?”
I chuckled, “Yeah she did!”
“Yuck!!” he exclaimed and stuck out his tongue.
We played until bedtime, which was when our moms came to change us. I was still dry so I didn’t need changed, but that didn’t stop Mom from checking again. Even though I didn’t have on pants and everyone could see clearly that I was dry, Mom still stuck her hand down the front of my diaper. When she turned me around and checked the back I blushed so hard I thought I was going to pass-out. So I was bone dry but not Joey. His mom didn’t need to check him because it was clear by the way his diaper was sagging that he was soaked.
I figured I would be sleeping on the floor of Joey’s room, but his mom produced another bed that slid out from under his regular bed. She called it a trundle bed.
When Joey and I were alone again, after being tucked in, we talked for the longest time.
I don’t know how late it was when John poked his head into the room as said, “Alvin it’s time to get to sleep.”
So the two of us finally closed our mouths and our eyes and went to sleep.