    THE SUMMER WITH JIMMY
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    	This is a fictional story about two diaper boys that
    found love and acceptance in each other. About two set of
    parents that had the understanding that would help two fine
    boys grow up in a very biased and confused world.

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    	School was about out for the summer back in 1941. The
    World War was getting started in the Pacific. This was the
    most followed event in the fourth grade of our school. Even
    so this was a joyous time for a 10 year old. I had no cares
    in the world. My world was only interrupted by parents
    sending me off to school through the winter months, but now
    the summer was just around the corner. Within only a few
    more weeks school would be put behind us till fall.
    	One day I had to go pee so bad. knowing if I did not
    get to the boys' room very soon I was going to pee my
    pants. I raised my hand, waving it in the air. The teacher
    allowed me to go down to the boys' room. This would not be
    an unusual occurrence in any grade school because most the
    boys had to go pee sometime during class time. Sometimes
    this was the only way to escape class even for a short
    time.
    	If we stayed too long in the boys' room the teacher
    would come looking for us. It would be no use for us to
    hide in the boys' room, she would come right in without
    even knocking. More than one boy had been pulled back into
    the classroom by his arm. It was rather embarrassing too,
    the teacher would make an announcement in front of the
    class while she held on to the boy. She would tell the
    whole class that Johnny or Jerry, or who ever, had been
    goofing off in the bathroom. The class would laugh. Then
    the teacher would make us get back to work.
    	I was lucky in some ways. My mother made arrangements
    with the teacher. The teacher knew everything about my
    needing to wear diapers. She made sure the other kids did
    not know.
    	The teacher would give me privileges that most others
    did not have. One was when I had to go pee or poop all I
    had to do was raise my hand, she acted quickly allowing me
    to get going. My mother and teacher agreed that if I could
    tell when I needed to potty I should go right then. They
    were hoping this would cause me to get more control and not
    wet or dirty my diaper. I would be rewarded in some nice
    way if I came home after school with dry diapers. Sometimes
    it would be a sweet roll or candy. Mostly it would be a
    nice word of praise.
    	So this day I felt some pee leaking into the diaper so
    I raised my hand. The teacher motioned for me to get going.
    As I ran out of the room I heard a few snickers about my
    having to go pee. They did not know I had on a diaper but
    something about toileting was humorous for boys that age.
    Ever one knew where I was going.
    	I headed for the first booth I came to, closed the
    door and dropped my pants which was a chore in itself. I
    had to be careful with the safety pins that held the diaper
    tightly to my thighs, or else they would come unpinned. I
    learned how to pull the diaper off without unpinning, then
    I would face the open toilet. Letting go what would be left
    in my bladder I felt instant relief. If had to poop I would
    crawl up on the toilet pulling my diaper and pants up so
    anyone coming in would not be able to see the diaper under
    the stall door. When I had finished I would carefully pull
    up my diaper adjust the rubber pants, pull up my trousers,
    tighten the belt and head back to the classroom.
    	This day when I returned the teacher was standing
    before the class with the most beautiful boy I ever saw.
    She was introducing him to the class. I could not take my
    eyes off him as I made my way quietly back to my seat.
    	Because school was about to shut down for the summer
    this new boy would not be enrolled for this year but would
    be allowed to attend, then next fall he would be one of our
    classmates. The other kids were eyeing the new boy as much
    as I was. I noticed the girls seemed the most interested. I
    suppose he represented new life to the class or did they
    sense the beauty as I had.
    	The teacher led him to my seat and asked if I would
    share my desk with him as there was no open desk left.
    	"Sure!" I said as I scooted over giving him enough
    room to sit beside me. Several of the girls were still
    staring at him. I could tell he was somewhat embarrassed. I
    remember how my face felt hot. I would look over at him and
    smile.
    	He looked back at me with his infectious smile. I
    whispered to him that I was glad he was with us. Sort of a
    welcome from one of the students. But I felt something
    happening inside me. I realized I really meant I was happy
    he was with me. At that time I could not have told you why
    I felt as I did but when we went out for the afternoon
    playground he followed me like a puppy. We sat together on
    the grass watching the other kids play baseball. He told me
    his name was Jimmy and that he just moved here from back
    East. We both talked as if we had known each other for a
    life time. By the time we returned to our desk we were like
    old friends.
    	I found out we both lived only a couple of blocks from
    each other . We had a lot in common and even the difference
    we had made him all the more interesting to me. I just knew
    we would become even closer friends that coming summer.
    	That night after supper I went to my room to be alone
    a while before getting a bath and going to bed. I remember
    I was reading one of my many comic books when I suddenly
    got this exciting jolt like electricity running all over
    me. "Jimmy, Jimmy!" kept coming to my mind. It was similar
    to the feeling I was beginning to get when I think of
    certain girls in my class.
    	I was just beginning to notice how cute girls were.
    Girls wore dresses in those days. Some with high stockings
    others with low socks but when ever I saw their bare legs I
    would get this funny feeling all over. One of the girls in
    my class would smile at me and I would feel weak and uneasy
    but I liked the feeling, I liked to look at her. From where
    my seat was I could look back at her, I also could see up
    her legs if she was sitting just right. Sometimes I could
    see her underpants hiding deep up her legs. When that
    happened I would have to turn back towards the front of the
    room. If I didn't I would get a strong feeling inside my
    diaper that was pleasant but could become uncomfortable if
    I did not change my view. I just did not understand why
    these things were happening to me. I never talked about it
    to any one else.
    	This same feeling came over me as I thought about
    Jimmy. I just could not understand it. I had other boy
    friends but none of them affected me like Jimmy did. He was
    so cute for a boy.
    	Mom called me into the bathroom because it was bed
    time and I needed to get my nightly bath. I was 10 years
    old but still mom would help me with my bath. I would stand
    in front of her as she unpinned my diaper letting it drop
    to the floor. I was not embarrassed to have my mother see
    me like that. She was just my mom and it was her duty to
    bath me, least I thought.
    	It was not long after that bath that she stopped
    coming in. I guess she thought I need the privacy because I
    was becoming such a big boy. Or it could be because when
    she took off my diaper I presented her with a very hard
    boner. She said nothing about it but I knew she saw me in a
    way that may have embarrassed her. When I got into the tub
    she put a wash cloth over my genitals which I thought
    strange. For a while she would only come in to be sure I
    washed my face and behind my ears. Other then that she let
    me bath alone.
    	While in the tub I began to wonder if Jimmy was taking
    his nightly bath also. As I lathered my body with soap I
    would close my eyes and visualize Jimmy was with me. I
    wondered what he looked like. I wondered if he had some
    feelings about me, was he thinking about me at this same
    time?
    	I found this type of thinking caused me to get an ever
    harder boner then I had before. I gave myself some comfort
    while Jimmy's image was clear in my mind. I was wondering
    if he played with himself also. The thought brought on a
    warmth like I never experienced up to that time.
    	I had just finished when mom opened the door. I guess
    I jumped so hard I splashed water onto the floor. Mom made
    a comment about how jumpy I was but she never knew what I
    was doing. I felt embarrassed to have her catch me like
    that.
    	I was taken to my bed where she placed a thick night
    time cloth diaper on me. Pinning it up as tightly as she
    get it. I liked to feel the night diaper, it was so thick I
    could rub over it just barely feeling the touch inside. It
    caused me to keep my legs spread apart with my back in a
    slight hump because the diaper lifted me up a few inches.
    Then she would slide the rubber panties over it causing me
    to feel new warmth as the covering made little air to reach
    my skin. By morning I would be wet from both sweat and pee.
    I remember waking up with a full bladder and having to go
    bad. With a grin on my face I would just spread my legs
    farther apart and let the warm pee release. I enjoyed every
    feeling of the warm flow as it ran to my down the diaper
    warming my butt, then lying there as the diaper soaked up
    the wetness. I would wait until I could hear mom coming for
    me. She would pull the covers back and make some remark
    like, "Get up, lazybones."
    	How she knew I was wet with all that covering I don't
    know but she would sometimes say, "Wet again... When will
    you ever sleep dry?" then she would commence pulling off
    the rubber panties and unpinning the diaper. I lay there
    anticipating the cool air as it hit my wet body. I always
    looked forward to having mom take a warm wash cloth and
    wiping my body. Most likely or not I would give her a hard
    boner as she gripped it lightly between her fingers and
    wiped with the warm cloth. She would place the cloth over
    me as if to hid the boy thing from her. When she turned
    away to get a new dry diaper I would soak up the feeling
    that raced over my body. Of course I would not make any
    noise or comment that would draw attention to how I felt.
    	After the warm thinner dry diaper was placed and
    pinned, Mom would work up the clean rubber pant patting it
    into place. She then leaned over and kissed my belly button
    telling me it was time to get up and finishing dressing for
    school.
    	Although I never told anyone else about my diaper
    need, I did have the desire to share with some of my
    friends. But I never did... I knew they would never
    understand. Kids can be so cruel to each other at times.
    One time a boy was wrestling with me on the school lawn and
    he suddenly backed off. He knew something was thicker down
    there but he never said anything, he never played with me
    after that, either. I was greatly hurt but thought he may
    think I was strange or something. I am grateful he never
    told anyone about it.
    	My new friend Jimmy and I were like twins for the rest
    of the school year. We spent a lot of time together. I had
    the desire to tell him about my diapers but was afraid he
    would not want to be my friend if I did.
    	Then the first day of our summer vacation we had spent
    the whole day playing in an open field behind our house. We
    both completely forgot ourselves as we romped around
    pretending to be this or that. Then his mom called him home
    for supper. Just then my mom called. We walked arm in arm
    till we parted.
    	During our supper the telephone rang. It was Jimmy's
    mother wanting to talk to my mom. I couldn't imagine what
    they were talking about but from this side of the phone it
    sounded as if they were talking about me. It was a good
    call, I was not in trouble or any thing like that but I was
    bothered when Mom mentioned my name time to time.
    	"That was Jimmy's mother," she told me.
    	I asked what it was about and she told me his mother
    wanted to know if I could come over and spend the night
    with him. "A sleepover!" I said out loud.
    	"I guess so, dear, what do you want to do?" She asked
    me.
    	I get this shot of fear that nearly paralyzes me when
    I think about going out to some ones house on a sleepover.
    	"Mom!" I whispered, "You know I can't....!"
    	Mom was calm for the both of us. She just quietly
    asked if I wanted to go or not.
    	"I want to!" Oh, yes I wanted to in the worst way.
    "But what will he think if he knows I wear diapers, and if
    I don't I will wet his bed?"
    	"Don't think you have much to worry about, his mother
    explained that Jimmy has to wear diapers to bed. When I
    told her you did too, both of us agreed it would be nice if
    you two boys had a sleepover." Mom's words seemed like a
    dream come true. "Really!" I said, "He wears diapers?"
    	"Only at night." Mom encouraged me to call him back
    saying, "It would be good for you to have a friend to talk
    with about this."
    	I did call back and Jimmy's mother turned the phone
    over to him so we could talk to each other.
    	"Mom told me you sometimes wet the bed!" I came to the
    point too soon as there was a long pause on the other end
    of the line. Then Jimmy said, "You do too, mom said!"
    	"Ya! isn't it great?" I answered with excitement.
    	"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.
    	"You know!" I paused.
    	"Ya I know..... Well, are you going to come over
    tonight? We can talk about it then!" Jimmy seemed as
    excited as myself.
    	"That is what I think is so great..... I never had
    anyone to talk to that would understand before." I had a
    hint of relief in my voice.
    	"Me, too." He said. "Don't worry about bringing a lot
    of diapers, I have plenty!"
    	After hanging up the phone I could hardly contain
    myself. Mom had to calm me down as she got me ready to go.

    Part 2 -- Our First Sleepover

    	It was the summer of 1941. I was 10 years old. School
    was almost out for the summer. Every boy is looking forward
    to the day when we can throw our books into the air and
    chant, "No more school, no more books, no more teachers'
    dirty looks."
    	This part of our story begins on a Friday evening, the
    beginning of the last weekend before Summer Vacation. Jimmy
    and I have just become friends. His mom and my mom had a
    phone conversation that was the beginning of a lifetime
    friendship between our two families.
    	"Sure, I want to go over to Jimmy's house for a
    sleepover, I sure do......", but I have to wear diapers at
    night or I could wet the bed. I would be very embarrassed.
    Besides, it could cost me the friendship I so much want.
    	I felt very comfortable and safe in my own bed. Mom
    and Dad never made fun of me for needing diapers. I
    overheard them say things like, "It is better to have dry
    pants and bed then a wet one, I see no reason for him not
    wearing diapers." or "Sure he wears diapers, why not! He's
    had far less stress since we put him in diapers."
    	My mother is very wise and I know she loves me very
    much. She calls me her baby. I like that when she refers to
    me as her baby but I wouldn't like it if she told everyone.
    She and I have this thing going..... She can call me her
    baby when we are alone together but in company she refers
    to me as her youngest son.
    	I have two older brothers. One is 25 years old and he
    is off in the Navy stationed on some big ship in the
    Pacific. He writes when he can and always has a word for
    me. I love him very much. He even sent me a old Japanese
    flag. Don't know where he got it, being on ship and all. He
    used to laugh at me for wearing diapers but Dad worked him
    over till he understood. Since then my brother stood up for
    me more then once during my younger years.
    	I have another brother. He is married with a baby boy
    of his own. I am the only kid left at home. I like it that
    way because I get all the attention. One drawback, whenever
    anything goes wrong I am the one getting the attention. It
    is hard to blame it on someone that isn't there.
    	I miss my big brothers, guess that is one reason I had
    made friends with Jimmy so quickly. Jimmy is my age, I just
    found out he wears diapers, too. He has to wear them to bed
    or else, like me, he wets the bed.
    	Mom packed a small bag with some of my things. She
    only put in a couple of diapers because Jimmy had enough
    for both of us should I need extra.
    	Mom took my hand and we walked over to Jimmy's house.
    I rang the doorbell. I was so surprised. It was a girl that
    opened the door. She asked me if I was Jimmy's new friend.
    I told her I was. "Oh ya, come in." She was older then me
    but she was kinda cute for a girl.
    	She looked so cute in her short two-piece outfit. I
    stood there looking dumb. I was speechless. I hadn't seen
    many girls with their bellybutton showing through the bare
    spot between the top and the skirt. She looked a lot like
    Jimmy but had long hair down over her shoulders.
    	Mom brought me back to the reality of the present.
    	We were introduced to Jimmy's mother and dad. Both
    seemed like nice people.
    	"Jimmy will be right down, he is getting some things
    done I had asked of him. Please sit down." His mother
    offered us a place on the couch.
    	About that time another girl ran into the living room
    jumping up on her daddy's lap with out even asking. She
    looked as if she was about my age. She did not know we were
    there. When she suddenly realized we were company she sat
    still on her daddy's lap.
    	"This is Betty, Jimmy's other sister. You have to
    forgive her she was just getting ready for bed," her daddy
    told us.
    	"Hi! Betty," I smiled at her.
    	"Hi! I'm 11 and a half, how old are you?" She giggled
    as her daddy tickled her in the ribs.
    	"I'm 10," I answered.
    	Looking up at her daddy, Betty said, "that's how old
    Jimmy is, 10."
    	"I know, they met at school when Jimmy went over to
    register. They will be in the same class," her dad
    answered.
    	"OH!" She sighed. Just then she seemed to realize she
    was only wearing a T-shirt and panties. She tried to draw
    up her legs as if it would hid herself from my gaze.
    	It wasn't as if I were trying to see everything.
    Actually I was amazed at how relaxed she was. It was as if
    being in her panties was common this time of night. I never
    seen a girl in only underpants before.
    	My mother gave me a nudge with her elbow which brought
    me out of my trance.
    	"Our last name is Wilson," My mom started to introduce
    ourselves.
    	"Our name is Grove," was the response.
    	"Jimmy Grove," I said to myself, It had a nice ring.
    "Betty Grove." I thought to myself as she wiggled on her
    daddy's lap it was impossible for me keep my eyes off her.
    I remember them as white with red hearts all over them. Her
    panties, that is. Sometimes the girl at school wore printed
    panties but I could never see them clearly.
    	Jimmy's older sister stood up to excuse herself
    saying, "I have to get to my homework, please excuse me."
    She said this so politely.
    	After she left the room I blurted out, "What's her
    name?"
    	Betty piped up with, "that's my sister, Nancy..... she
    is 16."
    	Six years older then I was. I was disappointed in a
    way, I had been hoping she was closer to my age. "But Betty
    is almost my age!" I began to fidget on the couch. My
    diaper was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
    	"What's the matter with me!" I kept thinking. "Girls
    weren't this important to me last year." I had been told by
    one of my Uncles that the day would come when I would be
    thinking of girls. I guess it has come. Betty and Nancy had
    made an impression on me that was hard to understand.
    	"Hi!" I heard Jimmy's voice as he came down the
    stairs. "Come on up. I'll show you my room."
    	I was relieved to hear his familiar voice. I was being
    rescued at last.
    	"Hi!" I answered as I jumped to meet him. I followed
    him back up the stairs.
    	There was two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. I could
    smell the sweet smell of perfume coming from one. I was
    sure it was not Jimmy's.
    	"That's Nancy's room" He pointed out, "This one is
    mine."
    	I glanced into the slightly open door and could see
    Nancy sitting at a desk doing her homework. I liked the
    smell. Made me feel a little dizzy.
    	We went into a room filled with things boys like to
    play with. Under the dormer window was an electric train.
    His bunk bed was covered with a cowboy blanket. A few
    clothes were scattered here and there. The wall next to the
    door was a small desk with other boy things cluttered on
    top of it.
    	"You can sleep in this bed!" He patted the top bunk.
    "I sleep there when I am alone but I'll let you use it,
    most boys like the top bunk."
    	I told him either one would do but I thanked him for
    his consideration.
    	"I see you met my sisters!" Jimmy waited my reaction.
    	"Yes.... their really nice....." I tried not to show
    my true interest.
    	"Have you any brothers or sisters?" he asked.
    	"Two brothers, One is in the Navy and the other is
    married, he lives a long ways away." Then I asked him a
    stupid question. "What is it like to have two older
    sisters?"
    	"Ok, I guess. I never had any brothers so I can't
    compare." Then Jimmy quickly added, "You and I can be
    brothers.... if you want to pretend?"
    	"Ok by me! It would be nice to have a brother my same
    age." I confided in him about being lonely at times.
    	"I always wanted a brother, my Sisters are alright but
    they want to do girl things with me and talk all the time
    about girl things. Betty acts like a baby sometimes to get
    her own way, but Nancy helps get her back in line," he
    laughed.
    	Sitting on the edge of the lower bunk we began to
    exchange thoughts and ideas, talking about this and that so
    we could get to know each other better.
    	I felt I just had to ask him something. I started to
    ask several times but held back for fear he may
    misunderstand me. But the more we talked the more I
    realized he would understand about........ diapers.
    	"Jimmy, do you put your own diaper on or does your mom
    help you?" I asked with my fingers crossed behind me. I
    wondered how he would take such a personal question.
    	To my surprise he just blurted out, "I never have to
    change myself. Mom some times helps. Even Daddy will do it
    if he needs to. But most the time my sisters do it."
    Noticing the look on my face Jimmy ducked his head as if he
    let out some kind of deep secret and was not sure how I was
    taking it.
    	"My Mom does it most," I told him. "She does it at
    night and in the morning anyway." I went on to tell him
    that my Dad only changes me unless he can get out of it. I
    continued to tell him that I do my own changing during the
    day, at least, most the time.
    	"You wear them all day?" Jimmy seemed surprised. "Even
    to school?"
    	I grinned at him as I giggled that it was true. But I
    was quick to tell him no one knows for sure. At least I
    don't think any one knows.
    	"How do you do it? I would be afraid someone would
    find out." Jimmy answered.
    	"Well, a few times I was almost caught but....
    well.... I might as well tell you, the teacher knows." I
    explained. "But she and mom has this plan they are working
    together on. I think they think I will give up diapers when
    I can stay dry. So the teacher and Mom get me to the
    bathroom when I feel I need to go. But I don't always make
    it."
    	"Why do you bother with going to the boy's room then?"
    he asked.
    	In a low whisper I told him I sometimes go to the
    boy's room and just stand up letting my diaper get wet. He
    confessed he did the same thing at night sometimes if he
    woke up dry. This is the way we get to continue wearing
    diapers.
    	He told me he wish he could wear them more then just
    to bed. "Do you like to wear them all the time?"
    	"Sure I like wearing diapers. They feel so good," I
    told him.
    	"I know what you mean, but ....what's it like to wear
    diapers all the time?" He asked with interest.
    	"Don't you know?" I asked. "You have to use them all
    the time to understand."
    	"I only wear them at night. It must be awesome to get
    to wear them all the time, even to school." Jimmy was
    eyeing my pants.
    	"Do you have them on now?" he continued.
    	"Ya!" I could tell he was straining to ask me a
    question.
    	Jimmy jumped up and closed the bedroom door. Leaning
    back on the door he said, "Show me!"
    	"What?" I just knew he was going to ask me that.
    	"Show me your diaper!" He was rather pushing for
    action, "I mean, Please show me!"
    	There is something about diaper boys. They are proud
    of their diapers. Showing them off would be the top joy of
    the day, especially to another boy that likes diapers. But
    it is a two-way street.
    	"Ok!" I said as I stood up. Pulling my pants down over
    the rubber panties I let them hang around my knees. I
    pulled my T-shirt up a bit so he could get a good look at
    the diaper package.
    	"Wow! You even get to wear rubber panties!" Because he
    was enjoying this opportunity I felt compelled to go
    farther.
    	I took my rubber pants down and stood back up so he
    could see the cloth diaper. I made effort to point out the
    two large baby pins on each side.
    	"Alright!" he yelled out loud.
    	I was just in the process of pulling my rubber pants
    over the diaper when a knock came to the door of the
    bedroom.
    	Jimmy held even tighter against the door. "What!" he
    called out.
    	Nancy just wanted to know if every thing was OK
    because she heard Jimmy yell out.
    	"We're OK!" he answered as he motioned for me to pull
    up my clothes.
    	Which I finished without hesitation. And in just in
    time, too.
    	Nancy had opened the door enough to see for herself
    that every thing was Ok. After Nancy went back into her
    room we wiped our foreheads, "Whew! that was close." I
    said.
    	Jimmy thanked me for showing him and promised he would
    show his diaper to me after getting ready for bed. He took
    me over to the chest of draws where he opened on drawer.
    There was a stack of clean and neatly folded diapers with a
    small bowl of safety pins.
    	I asked, "What would have happened if Nancy came in on
    us while I had my pants down?"
    	"Probably nothing, she seen boys before. She wouldn't
    get mad or anything like that." Jimmy was so sure of
    himself.
    	"But she would have seen me in my diaper!" I
    protested.
    	"She knows you wear diapers. Mom told all of us after
    talking with your mother. I only thought you wore them at
    night." Jimmy still couldn't believe I was in diapers every
    day.
    	"Every one knows, even Betty?" I asked.
    	"Sure! She knows. She thinks all boys need diapers to
    sleep in." Jimmy giggled.
    	I laughed with him. We may not have been too far off
    with the understanding about boys using diapers to sleep
    in. Probably all boys have wet beds before they were 7 and
    many after that. I always wondered if more boys wore
    diapers then I ever thought.
    	Then a thought hit me. Something I had not thought of
    before but was some how bothering me at the moment.
    	"Is your Mom going to change us for bedtime?" I asked
    but was not sure I wanted any woman other then my own Mom
    to diaper me.
    	"She might, but the girls had been arguing about who
    would do it. I think they made an agreement for both of
    them would do it tonight. I hope you won't mind." Jimmy
    seemed to be perfectly willing to let the girls do it.
    	"Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do
    each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was
    hoping he would agree.
    	"If you want too, but they know how to do it. They
    never hurt me and I think they won't hurt you," He pleaded
    the case.
    	After I gave every argument I could for not letting
    the girls do it, I finally gave in.
    	"Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change
    me."
    	"Me too! But isn't that what's so great about it?"
    Jimmy surprised me with his answer.

    Part 3 -- Our First Sleepover - 2

    	I had just asked Jimmy if his mother would be getting
    us ready for bed, would she be putting on our diapers. He
    told me his sisters had made an agreement that both of them
    would get us ready tonight. I was getting an uneasy
    feeling.
    	"Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do
    each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was
    hoping he would agree. Besides, I liked to diaper someone
    else. I helped my cousin several times. He was six years
    old at the time. We had fun doing it.
    	"If you want too, but they know how to do it. I don't
    think they would hurt you." He pleaded the case.
    	I wasn't concerned about getting hurt. I know no one
    can get hurt being diapered unless stuck with a pin. It was
    just the idea of letting his sisters diaper me that made me
    feel funny. I only wanted my own mom to change me. But
    however, down inside, I was toying with the idea having
    Nancy diapering me. Betty was too close to my age, I
    worried she would make fun of me or something.
    	After I gave every argument I could for not letting
    the girls do it, I finally gave in.
    	"Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change
    me."
    	"Me too! But that's what's so great about it." Jimmy
    surprised me with his answer. I would have to think about
    this some more.
    	While I and Jimmy was talking we heard someone coming
    up the stairs. It was my mom coming to tell me she was
    leaving. "Have fun boys, I'll pick you up about noon
    tomorrow." She kissed me goodbye. She also whispered for me
    not to be concerned about the diaper problem. She added,
    "It is all taken care of."
    	Jimmy heard the last part of her words to me. He asked
    me what she meant by 'it is all taken care of.'
    	I told him I didn't know what she meant but maybe she
    was thinking about me being diapered by your sisters. I
    guess it would be alright to let them this time. I guess I
    was just to much of a worrywart about these things. But for
    some reason I was not comfortable being diapered by girls
    other then my mom. You see, I never even seen what girls
    looked like. I was not sure I wanted them to see me that
    way. I had changed my little cousin before but never a
    little girl. It seemed all the girls in our relationship
    were out of diapers so fast I never got a chance to help
    out in that way. Ever think about that?
    	We spent the next hour playing with his electric train
    set. Then he got out a deck of cards. The cards had
    pictures of things and numbers. He taught me how to play
    the game. Can't remember what it was.
    	A light knock came to the door. When Jimmy opened it
    his two sisters came in with big smiles on their faces.
    Betty had on a small pink robe that came just above her
    knees It was very noticeable that she failed to button the
    front of her robe. In her bare feet she had that wild look
    of an animal prancing through the room.
    	When she walked or moved I could see everything
    because the robe would fly open exposing that she only had
    on panties under it. Every move, every twist and she would
    open her robe giving me a fresh look. Once again my diaper
    began to feel funny. I just had to pull at it to make more
    room.
    	With every move she made her robe opened and closed.
    She nearly drove me out of my mind as she flashed herself
    before me time after time. I felt this funny feeling again
    as my diaper began pulling tightly between my legs.
    	I tried closing my eyes but that did no good. What was
    I to do. I couldn't leave the room, I was a guest. I could
    only stand there looking at Betty. I have to confess....
    She was the first girl I had ever seen this near naked. She
    was driving me up a wall.
    	Jimmy could see what I was doing but said nothing. He
    had just lay down on the mat Nancy laid out for him. She
    was busy preparing a diaper for him.
    	Then it hit me full force! If Nancy was going to
    diaper Jimmy that meant Betty was getting ready for me. I
    just could not let her see me like this. I mean I was not
    ready to have this girl take off my very wet diaper. But I
    had no choice. She motioned for me to lay down while she
    waved a clean diaper at me. I was on my back with my feet
    spread apart.
    	Like any healthy young boy I watched every move she
    made. Then it happened. It was as if her robe was in the
    way so she deliberately tossed it aside. The robe fell to
    the floor. My eyes widen as she went about squatting down
    beside me as she pulled off my pants taking the rubber
    pants with them.
    	Before I could get my thoughts together she was
    lifting my feet while sliding a new diaper under my butt.
    She paid no attention to me as a naked boy but with the
    same care and concern of my own mom, she had my diaper
    pinned and tight.
    	She sat back with her legs out in front of her, her
    hands on the floor for balance, "There!" She proudly said.
    	I looked down in amazement of what a nice job she did.
    It fit perfectly and was I ever pleased.
    	"Thank you!" I caught myself saying.
    	"You welcome!" was her reply.
    	Meantime, Jimmy had been diapered and was sitting on
    the edge of his bed watching down at me.
    	With a smile he asked, "Didn't hurt.... did it?"
    	I rolled over on my belly so I could see Jimmy better.
    With my hands holding up my head and elbows on the mat I
    smiled back.
    	"No, it didn't hurt at all!" I laughed.
    	In a few minutes Mrs. Wilson came in to check on us
    kids. She tucked us boys into our beds and turned out the
    light. After she left, Jimmy climbed up on my bunk so we
    could talk.
    	"When was the first time you had to go to school in a
    diaper?" Jimmy asked as he made himself comfortable next to
    me.
    	"I always had on a diaper, I think." I told him. "But
    one day in the first grade I was before the class helping
    the teacher clean the black boards. Someone threw a piece
    of paper at me. I turned around and right in front of the
    whole class I peed my pants. Not only was there a big wet
    spot on my pants, I had made a puddle on the floor.
    	"Was that all!" Jimmy laughed. Catching himself he
    added, "I'm not laughing with you but it is funny."
    	"I know!" I answered. "Another boy was laughing so
    hard he peed his pants too."
    	"What happen?"
    	"The teacher sent us both home." I told him.
    	"Did your mom get after you?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Not really, she was disappointed but she put me back
    into diapers after that. We had a system where day time I
    wore a thinner diaper with rubber pants during the day then
    a heavy triple padded diaper at night."
    	Jimmy was listening with all his attention. He
    synthesized with me.
    	"Do you really like wearing them?" He asked as he
    leaned up on one arm.
    	"Sure, don't you?" I asked.
    	Dropping back onto the bed he said, "Wish I could wear
    them all the time."
    	"Really?" I asked.
    	"Ya, but mom said I should learn to control myself
    during the day. She wants me close to a bathroom all the
    time. She keeps asking if I have to go," he complained.
    	"Do you have to go very much?" I asked.
    	"Some days I go a lot, other days hardly at all."
    	I told him I knew how to get his folks to put into
    diapers all the time. He sat up saying, "HOW?"
    	"Simple.... when you have to pee just do it." I
    surprised myself with my own brilliance.
    	He though a while then began to question the idea.
    "But what if.... What if she gets mad at me." He gave the
    impression he did not want punishment.
    	"Well, she may for a while but if you continue wetting
    your pants I am sure she would get the diaper idea." Again
    the words of wisdom just flowed out effortless. I was
    rather surprised I thought it up.
    	"But what if it don't work?" Jimmy giggled.
    	"You could always add a little poopy!" We both laughed
    out loud.
    	"Do you ever poop your diaper?" he asked me.
    	"Just did a little today." I confessed.
    	"Wow! I did it before but mom made me clean myself up
    if I did it," He put a finger and thumb to his nose.
    	"Ya, it can backfire sometimes!" I laughed.
    	And so went our conversation until we both fell fast
    asleep.
    	The next morning we woke up finding ourselves
    intertwined with each other in the same upper bunk.
    	After awhile Jimmy asked me, "Are you dry or wet?"
    "Wet of course, I can even feel it outside my diaper. See
    how damp it." I placed one of his hands over my diaper.
    	"Check me out!" Jimmy had me do the same for him.
    	I was surprised to find how it felt to touch another
    boy's diaper. Rather nice in a way. We just stayed in bed
    until Nancy came to 'wake' us up.
    	I was pleasantly surprised when she began to feel us
    both before deciding to changes us before breakfast. Rather
    nice to wake up with your sister checking you out and
    making it alright again.
    	We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast
    wearing only our diapers nothing else. No one seemed to be
    concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both
    girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with
    their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing
    she was still in only panties.

    Part 4 -- The Tree House

    	We just stayed in bed until Nancy came to 'wake' us
    up. She checked us out and decided to change us before
    breakfast.
    	We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast
    wearing only our diapers and nothing else. No one seemed to
    be concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both
    girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with
    their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing
    she was still in only panties.
    	"Looks like it will be a nice day, boys!" Jimmy's dad
    said as he kissed his wife before going down to his office.
    	"Oh boy! that means we get to play out back," Jimmy
    pointed out the window.
    	I saw a big old tree with a ladder of boards nailed to
    the trunk. My eyes followed the ladder up the tree, "Is
    that a tree house?" I asked as I strained to see more of
    it.
    	"Yes! Isn't it great! It was here when we moved in.
    Come on I'll show it to you." Jimmy pushed his chair back.
    	"You boys go ahead and play if you want," his mother
    told us.
    	I asked Jimmy if we should put on our shorts before
    going outside but he just shrugged his shoulders, "No!
    nobody's going to see us anyway, Come on."
    	Even though I was use to wearing diapers all the time,
    I was not experienced in going outside in only a diaper. I
    felt that if Jimmy's mother did not care it would be
    alright.
    	The moment I stepped out the back door with my bare
    feet touching the soft grass I knew this is something to
    enjoy. A warm light wind was blowing around my body giving
    me a most wonderful feel of freedom I had ever known. I
    reasoned to myself that having on the diaper was not much
    different then having on a swim shorts. Boys in those days
    wore a swim suit that was not much different then a pair of
    underpants. The diaper was enough covering to keep us well
    covered in that area. I suppose if we were seen from a
    distance it may appear we were wearing white swim wear. Of
    course, someone may confuse the diaper for underpants. In
    any case, I soon became accustomed to being in only a
    diaper.
    	"I thought you only wore your diaper to bed. Your
    mother did not seem to care if you had them on now?" It was
    more a question then a statement.
    	"Oh, she lets me play outback sometimes unless I have
    to go downtown with her. Then I get dressed." We had
    reached the tree and Jimmy was starting up the ladder.
    "Careful, there is not much a hold on some of the boards."
    	I heard some giggling below me as I was about halfway
    to the tree house. Jimmy had already gone through the small
    trap door. I turned to look down and saw Betty looking up
    at me.
    	"What's so funny?" I asked.
    	"You ..... your diaper butt!" she giggled.
    	"My what?" I called back to her.
    	"Never mind her, she always say's that! She gets her
    kicks out of watching me when I am in a diaper." Jimmy told
    his sister to go someplace else and leave us alone.
    	I thought he was a little rough on her but she did not
    seem to mind, she giggled something else at us then ran off
    towards the house.
    	"Has Betty ever been up here?" I asked.
    	"A few times," he answered.
    	I was standing up looking out the large window. I
    could see all around, even into the neighbors' back yards.
    From the other side I could see the back door to his house.
    It even had a full size roof to shed any rain.
    	"How do you like it?" Jimmy pointed around the room.
    	"A lot! Wish I had something like this. We don't even
    have a big enough tree to build one in." I was green with
    envy.
    	Over on one wall there was a chest with three or four
    drawers. When I asked him what was in it, Jimmy told me I
    would never guess.
    	He opened one and pulled out a pair of rubber pants.
    Real tan rubber. In those days we did not know what plastic
    pants were. It was built with elastic band around the waist
    and around each leg opening. When you wore them over a
    cloth diaper it would leave a red outline around the waist
    and thighs because they fit so tight but the part that
    covered the diaper was big and bulky. I remember how they
    would cause me to sweat until my diaper was almost as wet
    as if I had peed in them. In the summer time one would need
    several changes a day just to keep dry. Because of diaper
    rash my mother would cover my butt and front parts with
    something like Vaseline so I would not break out so bad.
    The fitted cloth diapers and disposables of today are much
    more comfortable. But maybe not near as much fun.
    	Anyway back to the story.
    	Jimmy had maybe four or more pairs of rubber pants in
    there. Another drawer he showed me several clean diapers
    and a box of baby diaper pins and a bar of soap. Now a bar
    of soap was a good thing to have. The diaper pins would go
    through the material much easier if you first jab the sharp
    pin into the soap first.
    	"The diapers are mine but the rubber pants were left
    here by the last owner. They had a kid 12 years old. He
    must have forgot to check the drawers out before moving
    away." Jimmy handed me one of the rubber pants.
    	"Just right!" I said after holding it up in front of
    me.
    	"That's not all.... look!" Jimmy went over to loose
    board in one of the walls. Sliding one of the loose boards
    he put his hand into the opening and pulled out something.
    	"What are they?" I looked the small package over.
    	"I don't know, I think they are balloons." Jimmy took
    one that had been opened and blew it up. "Blow yours up,
    too."
    	I unwrapped it. It was not like any balloon I had ever
    seen. "Maybe they are some kind of weather balloon," I said
    as I started blowing it up. "Boy, this sure has a large
    opening, must be why they are easy to blow up."
    	The large balloons entertained us for a while 'til we
    tired of them. Jimmy let the air out and rolled them up. He
    placed them back into the secret hiding place.
    	"Don't tell the girls about them, they may want some,
    too."
    	I promised I would not tell. It would be years later
    before I realized just what they really were. Then I began
    to wonder what that 12 year old was doing with them.
    	Oh ya! I forgot! Jimmy opened the bottom drawer and
    pulled out a large grocery sack. Opening it I was shown
    several pair of boys white underpants. They been used
    alright but why did he store them in his tree house. Jimmy
    and I could only guess.
    	And so went the rest of the morning until my mom came
    after me.
    	I asked my mother if Jimmy could come over and stay
    with me at our house. She smiled but only said, "maybe one
    day!"
    	This is about only one day that summer. There was many
    more before we would go back to school.

    Part 5 -- Figuring Out Momma

    	I told my mother about the tree house but kept most
    details to myself. I did not think she would understand
    about the underwear we found. As for the balloons, well it
    actually slipped my mind. Looking back on that, I would
    say, "it was a good thing, that's for sure."
    	Mom had never before allowed me to go outside in only
    a diaper but this morning when she picked me up I was in
    the backyard. I started for the house. She asked me where I
    was going. She told me she had my things in the car. She
    even had me go around to the front of the house and get
    into the car. I mentioned something like, "Hey, mom. I only
    have a diaper on!" And did you know she told me she could
    see that.
    	"But, mom, someone might see me." I was a little self
    conscious but did as she told me. I ran to the car and shut
    the door quickly. I don't think anyone saw me anyway.
    	When she got into the car she just smiled saying, "It
    is so warm today, I think a lot of boys will be running
    around in their shorts. You look just fine just fine to
    me."
    	"But Mom, I am not in shorts. Some of the kids would
    make fun of me," I worried.
    	I turned and waved good-bye to Jimmy who was now
    standing on the sidewalk waving to me. He was yelling
    something but I could not hear what it was.
    	I continued to look back at him until we turned the
    corner. His mother popped his butt and pointed toward the
    backyard. Hope he wasn't in trouble. He told me he could go
    out back in a diaper but was not to go out front.
    	"Have a good time, son?" my Mom asked.
    	"Sure did, he has an great room.... he has lots of
    things. Mom, did you know he has two sisters?" I beamed as
    I spoke.
    	"Yes, I met them too, remember?" She patted my leg.
    	"Oh ya! now I remember...... but did you see Betty,
    what she was wearing?" I spoke about her showing off her
    underpants just as if it were a common occurrence.
    	"Did that bother you, Baby!" She smiled as she turned
    onto our street.
    	"No!" I answered with a break in my voice.
    	"Mrs. Grove told me you boys were doing a lot of
    talking late last night. What did you fellows find to talk
    about?" Mom was not interfering but she sometimes likes to
    know what I'm doing .
    	"Just things!" I looked out the window.
    	"Things! I thought only girls would find things to
    talk about. I hope you didn't bother anyone." Mom always
    said I should be considerate of others and mind my manners
    when I am a guest.
    	"Did you know his sisters like to........" I stopped
    in mid sentence.
    	"Like to do what, Baby?" Mom stopped in our driveway.
    Then she turned to me for an answer.
    	I realized this may be awkward the explain. I wasn't
    sure if I should say anything. I was almost ashamed. But I
    knew if I did not say something she would sit there the
    rest of the afternoon waiting for me to spill the beans.
    	"Well... They like to help Jimmy, you know, change his
    diapers and all." I was expecting mom to react with shock
    but to my surprised she just said, "Is that all?"
    	"Is that all!" I thought to myself, "Is that all... I
    wanted to say, "Good Grief, Mom." But I didn't.
    	But I did say, "Mom they was girls!"
    	"They were girls, Dear....not they was...." She always
    corrected me for saying the wrong words. "Mrs. Grove told
    me they helped both of you last night."
    	"Good Grief, she knows!" ran through my mind.
    Sometimes I just don't understand my mother.... one time
    she got after me for looking at some pictures of naked
    girls I found in some kind of medical book. Now a real girl
    takes my diaper clean off and she isn't even upset. I am
    well aware that if I took off her panties I would be in big
    trouble. I just could not get it. Why the difference
    between girls and boys.
    	I remember when one of my brothers wanted to baby-sit
    a neighborhood girl and mom and dad would not let him. He
    was about 13 then, I think the girl was about 4 or so. But
    when they needed a sitter for me, they got a 14 year old
    girl for the job. I just could not understand why!
    	"Mom, they just came in the bedroom and did it, we
    hardly said anything." I tried to act shocked like I was a
    victim but inside I was getting excited all over again.
    	"Well, come on in the house, I have supper to
    prepare." Mom opened her car door motioning for me to do
    the same. She promised me we could talk about this later if
    I want.
    	I looked her right into the eye and asked, "Mom, don't
    you mind having a girl change me?"
    	She just laughed, "Baby, if I could get help with
    diaper changing I would happy to let them do it."
    	She continued, "No, I am not upset because they help
    change you. You must just accept the fact that girls have
    taken care of boys for a long time and will continue to do
    so a lot longer. Now come on and get into the house." She
    was beginning to sound like a Mother so I opened my door.
    	Just as I was about to get out I saw a couple of my
    school friends coming down the sidewalk. I quickly closed
    my door and slid down so they would not see me.
    	Mom came around to my side of the car and started to
    open the door. I could sense she as loosing patience with
    me. But I kept pointing my finger toward the boys on the
    sidewalk. She understood.
    	Mom called out a greeting to them as they passed by.
    They did not see me.
    	Soon as mom opened my door I made a bee line for the
    front door of the house. I hit the door hard but it was
    locked. It was as if every one in the neighborhood were
    watching me. I thought mom would never get the door open.
    	But of course, no one paid me the slightest attention.
    	That was the first time I was out in public in just a
    diaper since I was 5 years old. I had to learn not to be so
    self-conscious of myself.
    	Mom wanted to have me changed before she started
    supper.
    	While she changed me she asked, "Did you really let
    Betty change you?"
    	"I had no choice, she just did it." Again I acted as
    if I was upset over it but mom could tell I was just
    playing like I was. I had to admit it was somewhat
    embarrassing but I really did not mind, not at all.
    	Mom help me get into the rubber pants then handed me
    the bottom to my pajamas. I asked her if I had to put them
    on.
    	"I don't think you need to sit at our table naked."
    She insisted I put them on.
    	"But I am not naked, Mommy, I have a diaper on!" I
    tried to reason with her.
    	"You been running around half naked all morning, now I
    want you to put these on," she insisted.
    	I have learned not to argue with my mother. I could
    never win anyhow. So I pulled the bottom pajama over my
    diaper. I learned that day that when a boy goes outside in
    only a diaper he really don't want anything else on. Even
    today when I see a little toddler walking around in only
    his diaper I want to join him.
    	Mom had supper ready by the time Daddy got home so we
    all sat down to eat.
    	My Daddy was not too happy to have his little son
    still in diapers. But there was not much he could do about
    it. I embarrassed him once. He had taken me to the Office
    with him so the workers there could see me. I pooped and
    everyone could smell it. Daddy took me into his office and
    changed me. I think he wondered what the others thought
    about it. Daddy was the boss so they could not say much. I
    always hated it when they would mess up my hair telling me
    what a cute boy I was. I know they were only trying to get
    on the good side of Daddy. One day a man put me up on his
    lap. He told me he had a little boy just my age, I was
    about 8 then. Good thing I had on a diaper or he would had
    a wet lap.
    	Later that evening mom changed me into the night
    diaper and tucked me into bed. She read me a story then
    kissed me good night. I felt so comfortable, warm and dry
    curled up under the covers. My trusty thumb found it's way
    into my mouth.
    	Daddy came in to give me a night kiss. He pulled my
    thumb out and kissed me saying, "Baby, you just don't
    understand just how good you have it. But I love you, good
    night!"
    	Yes he was right, years later I still remember how
    well I had it. I knew I was loved and well cared for.
    	Tomorrow is another day. Jimmy and I have things to
    do, things to talk about. The whole summer laid ahead of
    us. What more would a boy want.
    	With my thumb back into the mouth I rolled up into a
    ball and fell asleep.

    Part 6 -- The Trip to the Cabin

    	Our parents decided to take a weekend and rent a cabin
    in the mountains. Mom, Dad and I camped up there last year.
    I was glad they were going to go again this year. More so
    because Jimmy is going with us.
    	Our fathers wanted to get in some fishing and check
    out the area for fall hunting season, taking us kids and
    Moms along was meant to be a treat for our families.
    	Friday afternoon we had all the packing done, the
    pickup truck was fully loaded with everything we would
    need. Mom had loaded our car with some things, leaving a
    place in the back seat for me and Jimmy. Jimmy was going to
    ride with me in our car. In the trunk Mom had three bags of
    diapers for me that would mean I could have 72 changes.
    What a weekend!
    	Jimmy's Mom had brought over a package of night
    diapers for Jimmy. Mom told me not to worry about him
    because that is why she put in extra for me.
    	"Soon as your Daddy gets home and Jimmy arrives we
    will be on our way. Daddy will drive the truck and lead the
    way for Jimmy's Daddy and Momma.
    	"I am so happy you and Dad are going camp up at the
    cabin again this year. I am looking forward to showing
    everything to Jimmy." I told my Mom.
    	"We thought you would enjoy having Jimmy. Last year
    you we did not have much for you to do with Dad going off
    fishing and me resting. This year you will at least have
    some company," Mom said apologetically.
    	"I had a lot of fun last year, Mom! I was able to wear
    my diaper to go wading in the creek and I was able to climb
    some big rocks and I chased a squirrel through the woods
    and...". I had more to say before Mom interrupted me.
    	"I guess boys can find things to do. Us girls never
    ran around like that. We stayed near the camp and helped
    with the meals, doing pots and pans with the dishes," Mom
    told me.
    	"Boy! sure sounds boring......!" I told her.
    	She laughed then told me, "Well this year we will have
    Mrs. Grove and the two girls to help out. We can have more
    time to sit and talk." Mom seemed to like that.
    	"What do girls talk about so much? ..... I mean they
    chatter all the time." I should have watched what I said.
    	"Well now we do other things too, you know! Besides I
    want to get to know Mrs. Grove better, I rather like that
    family." Mom said.
    	"And Jimmy, you like him, too?" I asked.
    	"Of course, he is kinda cute just like you!" Mom
    laughed again.
    	"Ah Mom!"
    	"Here's your Dad. Where is Jimmy? He is supposed had
    been here before this time." Mom looked up and down the
    street.
    	Dad parked his car next to the pickup. "Thought you
    would all be gone by now!" Dad said.
    	"We're waiting for Jimmy, he was supposed to be here
    by now," Mom told him.
    	"Here he is now!" I yelled. "Hi! Jimmy!"
    	"Hi, sorry I am late but I had an accident just before
    I went out of the house. Mom decided I should be in a
    diaper in case I had to pee or something while in the car,"
    Jimmy explained.
    	"Hurry and get into the back seat and we will be off,"
    Mom opened the car door for us.
    	"Bye Daddy. See you later at the cabin," I called out
    as the car backed out the drive way.
    	Once we reached the freeway Mom had to turn on the air
    conditioner because the car got too hot inside. But for
    some reason the air conditioner did not cool the car down.
    Mom rolled the window down but that only let even hotter
    air in.
    	"Whew! It must be a hundred outside today. You kids
    alright?" She called to the back seat.
    	"Mom. Can we take off our shirts? It's really hot back
    here," I pleaded.
    	"I think that would be a good idea, we don't want to
    get heat stroke, do we?" Mom pulled at her blouse as if to
    fan herself.
    	It took no time for us two boys to strip off those
    damp T-shirts. But it was not enough.
    	"Mom can we take off our pants, too?" I asked again.
    	Mom took a quick look into the rearview mirror. "I
    told you to wear your shorts, but you wanted those big
    baggy pants," she reminded me.
    	"I know..... My diapers don't show so much with these
    long pants, but I did not know the car would be so hot.
    Please, Mom."
    	"Me too!" Jimmy spoke up.
    	Mom took another glance in the mirror. I could see she
    was smiling.
    	"I would think you kids would want them off. Go ahead,
    I don't think we will have to stop anywhere until we get to
    the mountains." Mom fanned her blouse again.
    	We put out legs up into the air and slipped out of our
    pants. Jimmy had on a pair of short cut-off pants. Once the
    pants were off we both sighed with relief sitting back
    letting the warm wind blow over our bodies.
    	"I'm still hot!" Jimmy complained while pulling the
    top of his diaper to get air inside.
    	I did not want him to think I was looking at him but I
    could not help it. He had on a big night time diaper not
    like mine which was a small well fitted baby type cloth
    with two safety pins pulling the diaper high up my thighs.
    I didn't even have on rubber panties. I felt so cool.
    	"It's no wonder, Jimmy...... your in nighttime
    diapers... how many did your mom put on you?" I asked, not
    taking my eyes off him.
    	"Like she always puts on me at night, about four
    folded then the outside one." Jimmy pulled the bottom of
    the diaper at the legs to allow more air in.
    	"Ya! Great for night but not in this heat. Your mom
    most likely thought our air conditioner would be enough to
    help." I turned to get a better view of him.
    	"Did I hear you say you had on a thick diaper?" Mom
    asked Jimmy.
    	"Yes," he answered
    	"He even has four safety pins, two up and two down." I
    added.
    	"You poor boy!" Mom said to Jimmy. "Jay...(that's my
    nick name, short for Jason) get one of your diapers out of
    the bag on the floor, if you need them you will find a
    couple safety pins in the side pocket."
    	"OK Mom!" I was surprised Mom did not just pull over
    and park then change him herself, but she was going to have
    me do it.
    	"Want me to do it, Jimmy?" I asked as if needing his
    permission.
    	It was obvious that anyone looking in as they drove by
    could see us in the back seat but I was not as concerned
    about it as Jimmy was. Looking out the side window at all
    the traffic around us, Jimmy slid down the seat as far as
    he could get.
    	Jimmy spread his legs to allow me access to his
    diaper. I looked up at him. Jimmy was not watching me but
    looking out the window as much he could at that angle. I
    was kneeling on the floor kicking the diaper bag out of my
    way, I took the two top pins out of his diaper. Jimmy was
    pushing the seat with both hands in order to lift himself
    enough to peek out the bottom part of the window again.
    	"Is anyone watching?" I asked him.
    	"No but they might," Jimmy said worried-like.
    	Mom glanced in the rearview mirror, "Have trouble,
    boys?"
    	"No, Mom... Just getting ready to do it," I answered.
    	I took the bottom pins off and folded up the pins so
    not to get stuck. I looked up at Tommy. This time our eyes
    met. Somehow he looked different, his eyes were wide open
    looking a little nervous.
    	He turned his head as I pulled the diaper out from
    under him tossing it to the other side of the seat. It felt
    wet but I don't think it was pee.
    	Suddenly without even touching him I watched his
    weenie jump into the air.
    	I took a quick look up to see what Jimmy was doing. He
    was still pushing against the seat cushion with both hands
    but he had laid his hear back against the seat. He had his
    eyes closed really tight. I looked back at his stiff one
    finding it turning a pale blue from the strain of being so
    hard.
    	"I can't believe this!" I thought to myself. I glanced
    up but realized Mom would not be able to see us this low in
    the seat. I reached around and pulled out one of my pre-
    folded diapers from the bag.
    	I had to lift his butt off the seat to put it under
    him. He co-operated by pushing himself up and towards me.
    From where I was he had pushed himself almost into my face.
    I could smell the pee on his peter. It wasn't until after I
    put the last pin in that I noticed I had an erection of my
    own. I said nothing, but I wondered about it.
    	Jimmy relaxed when I sat back up beside him. "Anyone
    see us?" I asked.
    	"I don't think so!" He answered with a smile.
    "Thanks!"
    	"That feel better now, Jimmy?" Mom called from the
    front seat.
    	" Yes, thanks, it's a lot cooler now." Jimmy looked at
    me with this silly grin on his face.
    	I smiled back as if nothing unusual happened. In the
    next few minutes we had turned off the freeway and were
    making out way toward the mountains.
    	But in the back of my mind I kept seeing his erection.
    Boy! was his foreskin ever tight. I bet he could really
    feel that one. Again I was having a feeling in mine again.
    I wondered why!

    Part 7 -- Week End in the Mountains #2 'Meeting Diaper
    Boys.'

    	Jimmy and I waded in the pool we made by damming up
    the small creek. We were have the time of our lives even
    forgetting that diapers don't work so well as swim suits.
    It was not long before Jimmy's and my diapers were so
    saturated with water mixed with our own water works that
    they no longer could be kept in place. Tommy had taken his
    off because they were so water soaked that they would not
    stay up around his waist. Mine were not far from falling
    off either.
    	The two girls came upon us before we were aware of it.
    It was Betty who arrived first. She pointed and giggled,
    finding us in the condition we were in.
    	Nancy sat the diaper bag down on the ground then
    watched us play. Betty took off her shoes and socks and
    waded in but fell over a rock causing her to soak her short
    dress. Nancy took Betty's clothes off and hung them up to
    dry letting her little sister join us in the water. By this
    time my diaper came off too. You would think two naked boys
    and a naked girl would equal some problems but in a very
    short time it did not matter to us at all. We were just
    three kids in a pond having a lot of fun. But I must admit
    it was stimulating to say the least. Of course Betty kept
    an eye on us. But I don't think it was to keep the boys and
    girl apart. She seemed to be enjoying being part of the
    fun. I don't know how long it was but before we were ready
    to put our play behind us and go back to camp both mine and
    Jimmy's mom's came looking for us. They let us play a
    little bit longer but then had us get out of the water
    drying us with towels they brought. It seemed a little
    embarrassing to have Jimmy's mother dry me. She did a
    complete job of it. Betty was being taken care of by Nancy.
    But Jimmy's mother soon had me powdered and diapered. My
    mother did the same for Jimmy.
    	I often wondered why our mothers took care of the
    others kid. But now that I am older I think I understand.
    Mom's are human too. They enjoy making changes.
    	Nancy was taking care of Betty making sure she was
    very dry. She had her wrapped up in a large beach towel.
    She was very cute. But one thing I couldn't understand.
    While she was playing in the water naked with us boys, she
    was wide open and didn't care she was naked. But now she
    gets self conscious about being naked and keeping herself
    hidden under the towel. Girls are strange that way. I had
    intended to ask mom about that but it slipped my mind.
    	When we got back to camp my father and Mr. Grove were
    ready to go fishing on the lake.
    	"You boys want to go along." My daddy asked.
    	We both jumped for joy as we grabbed out poles. We ran
    to van which Dad would have to drive about a mile to the
    boat landing. We must have been the only two boys in
    diapers because several older boys kept looking at us. We
    didn't care... we had our Dads there if we needed
    protection.
    	It was pretty hot out on the water. Dad made a
    covering for us boys which helped. Soon Mr. Grove and Dad
    started shedding there shirts.
    	Daddy made the mention that he wished he could be in a
    diaper too or at least could strip to underpants. Us boys
    couldn't understand what was keeping them. But, heck, we
    were only 10 and at that age nothing like underpants would
    have kept us from being comfortable.
    	Daddy slowed down as he came close to another boat
    with some women in it. When we got closer we could see they
    had a couple little boys, in diapers.
    	One lady called out, "At least the boys are cool!" She
    could not help to have seen Jimmy and I.
    	"Ya, lucky them, eh?" Mr. Grove called back as we made
    for more open water.
    	We waved to the other boys and they waved back.
    	"See, there are other boys out here in diapers," Daddy
    said.
    	"Ya, but they are only about two or three years old.
    We were hoping we could find some our age," Jimmy answered.
    	Soon Daddy took the boat into a cove and dropped
    anchor. "This is where we caught those big ones last year.
    I don't think many fishermen come back in here," he told
    Mr. Grove.
    	"Possibly because they couldn't find it," Mr. Grove
    commented after nearly being struck in the head with an low
    branch.
    	We sat there for about an hour. Daddy caught a few
    fish and so did Jimmy's Daddy. Both of us boys caught
    nothing and we were getting bored. Jimmy had put his pole
    away several minutes before I had. We sat wiggling on the
    boat seat. Sometimes we leaned over the edge looking into
    the water. Some small fish were there.
    	I had the feeling someone was watching us. I turned
    around and Jimmy's Daddy was looking right at my diaper.
    When I noticed I had turned around he smiled then dropped
    his line out again. But he kept looking at me. He caused me
    to feel strange by not saying anything. He just smiled, but
    I could see his eyes were aimed towards my diaper. I had to
    look and see what he was looking at but saw nothing out of
    order. He just continued looking and smiling at me. Weird!
    	I looked over at Daddy. He winked at me and smiled. I
    had noticed other men looking at me that way when all I had
    on was a diaper but why was our Dad's doing it. Then I
    realized it was not just me they had eyes on but both of
    us.
    	Dad spoke up asking us if we would like to play on the
    beach. He knew we were getting restless.
    	Jimmy was leaning over the side splashing water. He
    looked up then sat up on the seat. "Ya! You want to, Jay?"
    He asked me.
    	"Ok!" I answered getting to my feet.
    	"Wait and I will run the boat over there by that log
    and you can walk to shore." Daddy pointing to the place.
    	"Bill and I will go to the other cove where we fished
    last year and then come back for you boys, we won't be over
    a couple of hours. Do you suppose you could play here until
    we return?" Daddy asked.
    	"Sure! We will stay here..... Can we go and
    investigate the woods over there?" I pointed to what looked
    like a small opening between trees.
    	"Yes, but keep the lake in view, we don't want to have
    come looking for you. When you hear the boat come right
    back here, OK?" Daddy instructed us.
    	"The same for you, Jimmy! I think you should have
    brought your shoes and socks, so watch out where you step,"
    Bill told his son.
    	We watched as the boat disappeared around the bend.
    Then it was very quiet. Almost too quiet for two 10 year
    old boys.
    	"Let's go see what is over there!" Jimmy walked toward
    the opening between the trees.
    	We found a small meadow just beyond the trees. "Should
    have brought some mosquito repellent too." I swatted at my
    leg.
    	"Come over here!" Jimmy called to me from a little
    distance away.
    	"What you see!" I asked when running up to him.
    	We squatted down in the tall grass. He had found a
    frog hiding along the edge of a small pool of water. We
    took a stick and poked at the frog making him jump till
    finally he dove in the water and swam under the over
    hanging bank.
    	Not about to give up we both lay down on your stomachs
    so we could reach under the bank for the frog. All we
    accomplished was to stir up mud, making it impossible to
    see anything if it were there.
    	"What you boys doing!" came this voice from above us.
    Flipping quickly over onto our backs we looked up and saw
    the faces of two other boys. I guessed that one was about 8
    years old the other closer to 13. The look-alike boys could
    not be mistaken for brothers. Both boys dropped down on
    their knees beside us trying to look for what ever we were
    so interested in.
    	"Frogs!" Jimmy said. "Just an old frog..... he got
    away and we were trying to find him!"
    	'Ya, a frog!" I had to repeat.
    	"OH! by the way, my name is Calvin this here is my
    little brother Shane," the older boy introduced himself.
    	Calvin held up his open hand toward me. I gave it a
    friendly swat.
    	Shane drew closer to his big brother. I think he was
    shy. It was Shane that drew attention to our diapers. He
    pointed and asked, "Why you got on diapers?"
    	For the first time since being seen by the other boys
    I began feeling a bit of embarrassment. I had almost
    forgotten I was only wearing a diaper.
    	"Well, err, I ..... that is me and Jimmy, well, we
    have to.... that is, err....!" I just got all tongue tied.
    	"You don't have to explain..... Shane pees his pants
    too. He has this condition where he has little or no
    control over wetting himself at night. So he knows what
    they are for!" Calvin bopped his brother on the head with
    the palm of his hand.
    	"Sorry!" Shane apologized. "But Calvin wets the bed!"
    Shane pops his brother on the thigh.
    	"It's Ok! Lot of people don't understand and some make
    fun of us, others just smile or laugh," Jimmy said.
    	"Ya I know all too well." Calvin seemed to be
    recalling from the past. "I admit I wish I could had worn
    diapers outside when I was your age. I used to pee my pants
    and kids would make fun of me calling me names like 'pee
    pants' or pee-pee boy!"
    	"It isn't often I get to wear them outside but since I
    became friends with Jimmy our Mom's let us go outside
    together. This is the first time we were able to play up
    here at the lakes. We are camping up at my Daddy's cabin.
    He has a boat and will be coming after us later on. Where
    you all staying?" I asked.
    	Shane answered me by pointing. "Over there," he said,
    "We stay in a tent with our Uncle!"
    	"Our Uncle takes us camping sometimes. We don't have a
    Daddy," Calvin explained.
    	"Don't you got on a diaper under your shorts, Shane?"
    Jimmy asked, being a little outspoken.
    	Shane ducked his head as if he were trying to hide
    himself. "Yes!" He said in almost a whisper.
    	"Show it to them, Shane!" His brother pulled at
    Shane's oversized T-shirt.
    	Shane pulled up his T-shirt showing off his high top
    diaper that come up above his belly button. His small blue
    shorts just barely fit over the bulging diaper.
    	"Why don't you just wear your diaper and forget the
    shorts?" Jimmy came right to the point.
    	Calvin told us how his Uncle wanted Shane and himself
    to go around in just a diaper while they camped out. "But
    we were afraid someone would see us and make fun or worse."
    	I asked Calvin if he was in a diaper but he told us he
    didn't have one on now but that he did have one on before
    coming to investigate who we were.
    	"We don't see may older boys in diapers. So when we
    heard your voices out here we got dressed and came to see
    who was there," Calvin told us. "What kind of diaper do you
    like?" I had asked Calvin.
    	"I don't know.... like yours I guess..... Our Uncle
    puts on a baby diaper on Shane, with safety pins and cloth.
    Some times he puts on a pair of rubber pants too. He has me
    wear one too only I am bigger then Shane so I fold them and
    put them inside my underpants." Calvin explained.
    	"We were watching you when you first came into the
    opening," Shane giggled.
    	"We weren't sure what you had on at first but thought
    it might be a diaper but couldn't tell until we got here."
    Calvin smiled.
    	"We live in the country with our Uncle. Our Mother and
    us in a trailer house behind his house. Our Uncle looks
    after us while Mom goes to work," Calvin explained.
    	"Where do you guy's live?" Shane asked. "Ah! We live
    in town just a block away from each other." I told him.
    	"Then you're not brothers?" Calvin wasn't too
    surprised seeing we did not look alike.
    	"No, but the best of friends." I told him.
    	"Would you like us to be your friends, too?" Calvin
    asked.
    	"Sure!" Jimmy answered. "Wouldn't we, Jay?"
    	"You bet, We been hoping to meet some other boys in
    diapers. Would you like to stay and play? We could look for
    more frogs or even snakes or things," I said.
    	I was not keen on the snake thing but really wanted
    them to stay and play.
    	"Come with us and meet our Uncle.... We have to tell
    him where we are. Anyway he will want to meet you two
    boys," Calvin said.
    	"Did he see us?" I asked looking in the direction of
    their camp even though I couldn't see it from where we
    were.
    	"Uh Hh!" Shane nodded his head. "He sent us down to
    check you out."
    	We took a look towards the lake. We saw nor heard a
    boat so we said we would go for awhile but would have to
    come back when Daddy came for us.

    Part 8 -- Weekend in The Mountains (cont.) `Meeting a
    Strange Uncle.'

    	Calvin led us to a tent pitched just off a road back
    in the brush. Shane followed behind us carrying his blue
    shorts. His long T-shirt allowed only a small tip of his
    diaper showing between his legs.
    	A man came out of the tent carrying a large flash
    camera with a flash attachment. He started taking pictures
    without even asking us.
    	He told Calvin to go put on his diaper and ordered
    Shane to pull off his T-shirt. To a 10 year old this man
    seemed old but I now know he was about 35 years old.
    	The Uncle had Jimmy and I sit in some lawn chairs he
    had put around an outdoor fireplace. He kept taking
    pictures and giving instructions having us move a certain
    way. He told us he wanted us to show off our diapers. We
    watched Shane as he stripped down to his diaper. Then
    Calvin came out of the tent in only what looked like a pair
    of bulgy underpants. The uncle seemed pleased to have four
    diapered boys as his subjects.
    	After Calvin introduced us to his uncle he came and
    sat down beside me.
    	The Uncle put his camera down. "Hi, call me Uncle Bill
    if you want, or just Bill."
    	Bill asked a lot of questions about ourselves. Most
    his questions seemed to pertain to diapers and why we were
    wearing them. We answered is questions the best and
    truthfully as we could.
    	When he asked if our parents knew we were out here in
    only diapers we told him they not only knew but they wanted
    us to enjoy the weekend. We told him we are not always able
    to walk around outside in only diapers. But that this
    weekend is special.
    	When we were finished telling our story the man seemed
    pleased. "It seems to me your parents are the most sensible
    adults a kid could have for parents and that we were very
    lucky indeed to have such understanding grownups to raise
    us.
    	He told us a little of his past as a child. He told
    how he was punished for about everything he ever did. How
    unloved he felt. His Dad would get drunk and come home late
    waking the family up so he could abuse them.
    	"But one thing my Dad did was to give me lots of
    loving if I had on a diaper. Sometimes he would come home
    drunk and make my sisters (he had three sisters and no
    brothers) put a diaper on me." He told his story.
    	He offered each of us a can of Coke. Then continued
    with is story. "Dad would then take me to the rocking chair
    and hold me while feeding me warm milk from a baby bottle.
    He rocked me back to sleep." He had a faraway look in his
    eyes.
    	"You boys ever get rocked to sleep?" He asked taking
    another sip of Coke.
    	"I don't know.....!" Jimmy tried to answer.
    	"Best thing for a little boy, having a loving man
    caring for him." Bill seemed not to be listening to us
    anyway.
    	Bill called Shane over to him. Sitting the 8 year old
    on his lap the man began to hold him close as if he was a
    favorite doll. Slowly he rocked him back and forth. Shone
    put his thumb into his mouth and began to suck on it. The
    man played with the locks of his hair leaning over to kiss
    him several times.
    	Shane kept looking at us blinking his eyes but sat
    still letting his Uncle pet over his diaper.
    	I looked over at Jimmy who was looking back at me in
    wonderment. It was Calvin that helped to explain.
    	"Uncle Bill is Ok he would never hurt us but he gets
    this way sometimes where he wants to hold us close. Mom
    tells us it is because the way his Father treated him as a
    boy and that we should not with hold from him when he wants
    to hold us." He seemed a bit embarrassed to tell us that.
    	"Does he ever..... you know, do things that..... you
    know?" Jimmy asked.
    	"He has never molested us if that is what you mean. He
    just has this thing with diapers. He likes to touch them.
    He just takes lots of pictures of us in diapers. He has a
    whole lot of collections of baby things too. It is a hobby
    of his." Calvin apologized for his Uncle's behavior.
    	Letting go of Shane he motioned for one of us to come
    over. We just looked at each other with a nervous look. No
    way, Jose!
    	Just then we could hear the boat pulling into the
    cove. "Gotta go, Daddy's back!" I said as I got up heading
    back towards the lake.
    	Jimmy was right behind me. We left the Uncle and boys
    looking surprised at our quick departure. Only after we got
    to the small clearing did we turn back to wave then hurried
    on to the lake.
    	We never said a word about our adventure until later
    that night when we got ourselves into bed. With a fresh
    diaper on, the lights turned out Jimmy and I began to
    compare thoughts about Uncle Bill and the boys.
    	I don't know if we ever told our parents but we did
    talk about it among ourselves time to time after that. I
    had always wondered what became of Shane and Calvin and
    what are they doing today many years after that day at the
    lake.
    	We would fantasize about Uncle Bill changing our
    diapers, we made up stories about how he would take our
    diaper off then smell them. That always made us giggle. But
    the reality of it all was we did not feel comfortable with
    Uncle Bill. We knew something was wrong.
    	Our Daddy's would romp around with us and we never got
    that kind of feeling but just the memory of watching Shane
    being fondled gave us mixed emotional feelings, we wondered
    about it but knew something was very wrong about it.
    	We never saw the boys or Uncle again even when we went
    back to the lake in the years to come.

    Part 9 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Saturday Night

    	We asked if we could sleep outside in a small pup tent
    which Jimmy's dad brought along just in case it was needed.
    Our Dads pitched it up on a flat area above the cabin,
    giving us some unsuspected privacy.
    	"Hey! This is a great place to camp out, Jimmy!" I
    said as we looked around the area.
    	"Ya! We can have fun up here and we can watch the
    cabin, see the lake and everything from up here." Jimmy
    pointed down through the trees.
    	"Will your sisters be coming up here later?" I was
    hoping they would.
    	"Nah! we don't want no girls up here to spoil our fun,
    besides, Nancy and Betty are going to sleep in the boat
    down at the dock," Jimmy told me.
    	"But we won't have anyone to change us!" I brought up
    a good question.
    	"You're right! I don't like to change myself. It's too
    hard to get the diaper to fit just right ....... Jimmy was
    having the right thoughts, "I know what..... you change me
    and I will change you!"
    	Jimmy's words gave me goose bumps. It wasn't that I
    was so interested in having to change him, I did that in
    the car while traveling on the highway, but to have him
    change me gave me a jolt of excitement. We had seen each
    other before when the girls and our Moms changed us in
    town, but the very idea of being alone with my best friend
    while able to diaper him was a pleasing thought.
    	As much as Jimmy's idea was acceptable I was hoping to
    have Betty do the diaper changing. The last time she did it
    for me she took a long time. I know she was looking at me
    in a big way.
    	"OK! But I like the girls to do it for us, don't you?"
    I asked.
    	"How come? you do it good, too!" Jimmy was referring
    to the time I changed him in the car while on the highway.
    	"I remember!" I answered. "I know you can do it
    too...... but.... well, I like having Betty do it," I told
    him in a awkward way.
    	"We could have your or my Mom come up and do it for
    us!" Jimmy suggested. "Or we could go down to the cabin to
    have them do it."
    	"No!" I quickly said, "Up here is better, besides it
    is starting to get dark outside."
    	"Not afraid of the dark, are you?" Jimmy teased.
    	"Heck no! Sometimes at home I like to go outside in
    the dark and play in my diapers," I confessed to one of my
    few off-the-wall moments. I asked him if he ever gone
    outside at night like that.
    	Jimmy giggled and asked me if I ever gone out in the
    back yard naked....!
    	"You have done that?" I asked.
    	"Sure... it's fun ... have you?" He giggled.
    	I told him how I went out into the alley late at night
    with only my slippers on and how I almost got caught by a
    man putting garbage into his can. Then he told me some
    other things he did that had sexual content in it.
    	By this time the two of us were getting sillier and
    sillier until we had to stop making suggestions because
    this kind of talk was causing some degree of embarrassment.
    Neither of us two boys had ever talked this way to anyone
    else, ever. If our Mothers ever overheard they would have
    pulled our diapers off for spanking purposes.
    	We sat in front of out little tent in silence for a
    while. I was thinking of some things he said and I am sure
    he was doing the same for what I had said. We had talked to
    each other before like this but only hinting at the surface
    of things, but tonight we got down deeper then 'nice' boys
    should go. I was feeling the hint of excitement at some of
    his suggestions. I was sure he felt much the same as I.
    Then Jimmy broke the silence by asking,
    	"Want me to go down and asked them if they want to do
    it?" Jimmy offered. I knew he meant to asked the girls to
    change us.
    	"No.... We can do it ourselves. But maybe they will
    come up before long to say good night. You think they
    might?" I asked hopefully.
    	"Nancy did say she would check on us later," Jimmy
    said as he got to his feet. We went into the tent.
    	The sun was just setting in the West leaving long
    shadows along the landscape. The warm evening winds began
    to pick up, causing the tent to flap to make song along
    with the rattling of the leaves in the trees. The pine
    trees began to sway as if they were paying homage to the
    disappearing sun. From inside the tent we could hear the
    eerie whine of wind whipping at the corners of the tent.
    	Because the inside of our tent was warmer then outside
    we had left the front flap open so the cooler air could
    circulate over our bodies making us conscious the fact we
    only wore diapers. We lay upon our sleeping bags as we
    picked up where we left off outside. Our voices were
    getting softer as the more details we discussed became
    aflame with sexual overtones. We began to tell deep secrets
    that had been locked up inside us for the last 5 or 6
    years.
    	We both discovered how much more we had in common then
    we first had expected. There was times when I thought he
    was talking about me when he carefully disclosed one of his
    most guarded secrets. We took a pledge in 'spit on the
    palm' that we would never tell another soul. A pledge both
    of us had kept for many years even after we grew up and
    apart.
    	Jimmy told me his diaper was becoming uncomfortable
    and would need a change soon. I agreed we should get a
    change soon as we both were long overdue.
    	I had peed mine twice already this afternoon but now
    the third time was too much and the diaper began to droop
    between my legs. Jimmy was also uncomfortable but his was
    from the poop as much as pee. It was seen seeping along the
    gathers at his thighs.
    	"Man.... you gotta get changed... you beginning to
    stink really bad!" I sat up only to feel a wetness dribble
    down my own leg.
    	Both of us began to look around for the extra diapers
    but none were to be found.
    	"I sure hope Nancy and Betty will be coming up here
    soon." I held my diaper tightly against me for fear I would
    dribble more. I could feel my bladder giving a few signals
    that it would be needing another empty very soon.
    	"Me too!" Jimmy turned onto his side only to let out a
    loud fart that signaled more poop would soon be finding
    space in that loaded diaper. I was very glad I had no need
    to poop but my bladder starting to leak even more pee.
    	Both of us started for the opening in the tent. We
    must have been a sight to have seen. Two boys with dirty
    diapers sagging low in the rear waddling down the trail
    after dark. Both of us calling at the top of our lungs for
    the girls who would know what to do.
    	We only got less then half way down the hill when
    Nancy showed up with a bag of clean diapers. She took
    Jimmy's hand leading him back towards the tent. I followed
    a few steps behind.
    	"Wait up!" I heard the female voice of Betty coming up
    behind me. She took my hand and we walked side by side back
    to the tent.
    	"We knew you boys would need a change by now!" Betty
    said as she pulled out a diaper for me. She had me lie on
    the ground then undid my diaper carefully rolling it up
    then placing it in a paper sack to be washed later.
    	Nancy took Jimmy's diaper into the woods away from the
    tent before she dumped the mess then she rolled it up and
    placed it in the sack next to mine.
    	Meantime, the two of us boys went naked until the
    girls could get us washed up, then we lay down on our
    sleeping bags so the girls could fix on the new clean night
    diapers. Jimmy got an extra layer from Nancy because she
    thought he may poop again.
    The girls stayed with us until Dad called them back down to
    the cabin. We watched them head on to the boat where they
    would spend the night.
    	Jimmy closed the tent flap. I turned on the battery-
    powered lamp between us. We sat on our sleeping bags and
    talked for a long time. Sometime in the middle of the night
    I woke up finding Jimmy and I were still on top of our
    sleeping bags with arms and legs intertwined.
    	Rather then disturb my friend I closed my eyes and
    fell into a deep sleep dreaming I am sure of happy times
    together.
    	There were other times we would camp out together,
    sleep close and, of course, always with the diaper covering
    our little butts. But this first camping out with each
    other was one of the best ever. We would later learn to
    talk freely giving each other secrets of our private lives
    without fear or shame. I am sure if our parents every
    overheard us they would have been greatly surprised of what
    we knew and what we had done. Maybe it was just as well
    that they never knew.

    Part 10 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Sunday Morning

    	I was the first to wake up this morning. Jimmy was
    lying next to me with his back pushing against my butt. I
    moved over onto my back rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I
    could hear birds singing a wakeup song. I noticed the sun
    was already beating down from above. The tent was getting
    rather warm, even with the front flap still open from last
    night.
    	I rolled onto my side facing Jimmy who was just now
    waking up. Restlessly he began to rub his face with his
    fist. I watched as awareness returned to his body. In order
    to hurry the waking process I took my finger and lightly ran
    it over his belly. When ever I came close to his diaper his
    stomach would go into a spasm. Then he would swat himself
    thinking it was a bug crawling on him. I could not keep from
    giggling out loud. This brought Jimmy fully awake. Sitting
    up he started giggling with me telling me, "that tickles."
    	After having a morning wrestling party we started
    feeling the early morning hungers. Somehow we made our way
    down the hill towards the boat where we would find the girls
    busy folding up their sleeping bags.
    	"Hi, it's another day, eh?" I asked.
    	"Yes, the last day to be camping out. Wish we could
    stay another few days, don't you?" Nancy asked.
    	"Maybe we could ask mom and daddy if we could stay a
    while longer." Jimmy had a great idea even if it would not
    come to pass.
    	"What we going to do today?" Betty spoke up as she
    crawled up out of the pile of bedding.
    	My eyes widen as I turned to see Betty standing before
    us in only her thin panties with colorful flower prints on
    it. I was surprised. I would think she would have on at
    least a pair of shorts. I looked over at Jimmy. He did not
    seem to even see her. At least he was unconcerned. Nancy,
    however, saw how I reacted but all she did was smile and
    asked me if I thought her little sister was cute. To which
    replied, "definitely." Nancy told us boys that she was a
    little surprised we were even awake this early. She said
    that our parents were not up yet.
    	We helped the girls get the sleeping bags rolled and
    tied then we decided we would take a hike around the lake.
    No one told Betty to get dressed, but she put on socks and
    shoes but stayed in her panties. I often had wondered if
    anyone saw us that morning and what they must have thought.
    Two ten-year-old boys in nothing but dirty diapers, a little
    girl in only panties, being led down the path by an older
    girl in short shorts and T-shirt.
    	Our walk that morning only proved we were about the
    only people up at the lake or the only ones up and around.
    We did go by a camper parked off the main road but they
    never saw us, I don't think. The only exciting thing to
    happen was at one place where we had to cross a small creek.
    Nancy and Jimmy had crossed on a small log that had dropped,
    making a fair bridge. Betty was just in front of me as she
    got up on the log. Then she slipped and landed on her butt
    in a shallow but very wet and cold running water. Being a
    boy I did not mind to jump into the ankle deep water and
    wade over to pick her up. The other kids just stood laughing
    on the other side.
    	I reached down and pulled her up to her feet. She was
    dripping wet and a little mad about it. I helped her to the
    other shore where she stood crying while Nancy pulled off
    her panties so she could wring out the water. Again, I found
    myself staring with my eyes wide open and mouth dropping
    towards the ground. Jimmy seemed as unconcerned as he was
    before he acted as if this happened often for him.
    	Nancy seemed to understand my need to investigate such
    a chance sighting. She tossed me the panties asking if I
    could got more water out of them. I just about died on the
    spot but did as she asked. I twisted them letting additional
    water dip to the ground. I handed them back to Nancy who
    refused to take them but ask me to put them back on Betty. I
    really wanted to do as she asked but I felt some
    embarrassment. Jimmy took them from me and as he held them
    for Betty to step into while I stood watching and trembling.
    	Nancy laughed out loud saying, "You should have a
    little sister, I think you need one." She walked on down the
    path giggling to herself. Betty ran after her.
    	I stood there as if my feet would not move. I looked
    toward Jimmy for help but all he did was grin. Then we both
    started to laugh out loud. Within a few moments we were
    skipping side by side forgetting the near 'drowning' and
    frustrations I experienced. When ever we broke out into the
    open sunshine Betty's wet, thin panties exposed every form
    and curve underneath.
    	Daddy was coming down the path to meet us. They had
    woke up to find us kids gone and wondered what happened to
    us. Our Dads took different parts of the path to search
    while our mothers sat by a bonfire worrying of what may have
    happened. Daddy carried Betty on his shoulders while keeping
    a hand on the rest of us herding us back to the cabin.
    	We got a talking to about going off without telling
    anyone but I think they were so glad to see us they never
    thought of punishing us. Betty did get a scolding for not
    putting on her shorts. They told her someone may have seen
    her. Nancy and Jimmy looked over at me and giggled. When
    they were asked what was so funny about it, they shrugged
    their shoulders saying , "nothing!" But I knew why they
    laughed and was glad they said no more.
    	"Well, kids, how about a boat ride after lunch? Then
    you kids can go swimming when it gets hot this afternoon."
    One of the adults had asked.
    	"Sure, sounds great!"

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