This time, he did flush the toilet, which really wasn’t smart because if I had been asleep, I would have woken up because it was that loud. I still faked like I was asleep when he came out and after the door closed again, I listened closely this time and I could hear him getting closer to the bed. I knew right where he was in relation to me as he started to climb up. I sat up, reached out and grabbed him, this time getting a hold of his waste right at the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I felt and heard the crinkle from my hands touching him and this time, I pulled him back down. Surprisingly, he didn’t go all stiff and with the slightest hesitation, he came back down. I pulled him all the way onto my bed and I felt him sit down beside my knees. I could both feel and hear him breathing hard. He was scared and I was sure that if I could see his face, he would look like he had just seen the angel of death. Since I couldn’t see, I had to reach out with my other hand. I found his pajama shirt, took a hold of it and pulled him closer so that we were face-to-face and only inches apart.
“I know.” I whispered so soft that no one but he could hear me.
He didn’t say a word, didn’t move, and didn’t do anything but breath very hard. I could feel his breath on my face. It felt cold and smelled of the meatloaf surprise we had for supper. Buz was literally scared to death and I had to calm him down.
“I know, but I swear your secret is safe with me. I will never tell a single person. Heck I will even help cover for you if you need me too.” I paused for a second then whispered, “Ok?”
Buz was shaking in my hands and it took him several seconds to squeak out a barely audible, “Ok”.
I knew Buz needed more so I figured I would give it to him.
“I used to wet too. The only reason I was allowed to come to camp this year was because I had been dry for three whole months.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying or even if Buz would believe me, but I wanted him to trust me.
After I said that, I felt him relax and he stopped shaking.
He whispered so quietly that I could hardly hear him but I got the idea of it, “Really? You really did?”
“Yeah! So you know now that your secret is safe with me!” I reassured him again.
“Ok, I better get in my bed.” He said and with one hard shake of the bunk he was up on his bed.
After a couple of minutes of complete silence, I felt the bed shutter a bit again and I heard Buz’s voice close enough that I knew he had his head hanging over the side.
“Max? You still awake?”
“Yes,” I said toward the direction his voice came from.
“Thanks Max,” he whispered again.
“Don’t mention it,” I whispered back again.
The bed shuttered again and I felt him settle in. We both fell asleep a few minutes later.
After that night, Max and I were inseparable. No matter what we were doing or were we were going, we went together. Eventually I found out that he wasn’t wearing diapers as I thought of them but was actually wearing GoodNites, which at the time, I had never heard of but he showed me them one night when we both snuck into the bathroom together.
I now know more about them cause I looked at the package on a store shelf after I got back home, but at the time, I remember thinking to myself how un-diaper like they really looked. I even told him they looked like real underwear. Of course, Buz never let me see them on him. He always had his pajamas on over them and I never dared ask to see either. The only reason he let me look at one that one night was because I had told him that I never wore diapers and that I always had to sleep in a wet bed. Yeah I know it was more lies but it helped Buz to feel more comfortable about the whole ordeal.