    THE SUMMER WITH JIMMY
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    Part 11 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Sunday Afternoon

    	"Wish we could stay up here another day!" Jimmy brought
    up the idea that I had been thinking about.
    	"By tomorrow morning the two of you would have to run
    around naked because you're down to the last few diapers,"
    Mom pointed out the facts.
    	"We could always put on our shorts then we wouldn't be
    naked!" I thought it was a good idea at the time.
    	Nancy smiled at me as she stuck a sandwich into her
    mouth. Then talking with her mouth full she said, "Then all
    we would have to do is wring your shorts out every hour!"
    	Betty spoke up, "How you wring out poopy?" everyone
    laughed.
    	"If they poop their pants we would just dump them in
    the lake!" Nancy answered.
    	"I still wish we could stay longer, we are having so
    much fun up here," Jimmy whimpered.
    	"We could stay up her by ourselves for a day or two,
    couldn't we, Jimmy?" I did some of my own pleading.
    	"Hey, that's a good idea! Could we, momma?" Jimmy gave
    his mother a wide smile.
    	"I'd like to see that...." his mom answered, "you would
    have no one to cook for you... And the bears may even come
    and get you!"
    	"How are you going get home, walk?" My mom joked with
    us.
    	"No, you could come up and get us in a couple of days."
    I had the answer.
    	"We wouldn't leave you alone up here that long, son, so
    forget it," Dad interrupted.
    	"We could stay with them?" Nancy offered.
    	"Oh Boy! we could have lots of fun. Can we Momma, can
    we?" Betty was all for the idea.
    	"I don't think it would be such a good idea for you to
    be alone with the boys overnight like that!" Mr. Wilson cut
    in.
    	"Why not?" Jimmy piped up, "They stay alone with me
    some times at home."
    	"Why not?" I entered in to the squabble.
    	"For one thing boys and girls should not be left alone
    too long. Second, you're going when we are going, that is
    final!" Mr. Grove set the rule.
    	"But, but, but!" we protested.
    	"No buts about it. We all go home tonight. Now lets
    make the most of the rest of the day," My mother said.
    	"I'm old enough to stay with them. I have babysat boys
    all night before!" Nancy renewed the discussion.
    	"It's you we worry about most. Anyway you're not that
    old, yet!" Her dad remarked.
    	"How come?" Nancy acted really hurt in spirit.
    	"The boys you baby sat were very young. Jay and Jimmy
    are almost teens. It just wouldn't be right to leave them
    with you," Her mother explained.
    	"I know about little boys, but Jay and Jimmy are
    different there're just.... boys!" Nancy was defending her
    girlish image as a responsible sitter.
    	"You're not in question, Dear, But your Dad was boy
    once and he knows about those things. We just cannot leave
    you up here alone with no adult supervision." Her mom
    repeated.
    	"Hey, we going boat riding or not?" Jimmy asked.
    	"You boys go on down to the boat we will be there very
    soon." Daddy told us.
    	"OK.. Let's go, Jimmy!" I took his hand as we walked
    down the path.
    	The Mom's wanted some time with the girls so the
    Daddy's took us boys in the boat.
    	After we got to the other side of the lake we asked if
    we could hike back on the lake trail. Our Dad's let us do
    it.
    	We stood waving as our Dad's went to their favorite
    fishing spots. We were told they would check on us time to
    time to be sure we got around the lake okay.
    	"This is great. I didn't think they would let us go
    alone, did you?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Me too!" He answered. "Wish we could stay up here all
    summer." Jimmy started up the hillside with me behind him.
    	"I think our Dad's would have let us, don't you?" I
    asked.
    	"Maybe they would if our Moms didn't object," He called
    back to me.
    	We arrived at the trail to find a girl and boy staring
    at us. The boy was about 3 or 4 and the girl looked as if
    she was his sister was about 12 or so. She was dressed in
    only a pair of really short shorts made out of an old pair
    of Levi's. She had nothing over her breasts which was
    nothing more than us boys have. She seemed surprised to see
    us coming up from the lake.
    	The boy was in dirty underpants. He was hanging on to
    his sister as if he was afraid of us.
    	"Hello!" I managed to say as I bravely stood before
    her.
    	"Hi!..... you must be the boys that camp across the
    lake!" She pointed in the direction of our cabin. We watched
    you this morning through our binoculars." She did not seem
    to be concerned for the way they were dressed.
    	"Are those diapers you boys have on?" She asked
    straight out.
    	The boy, feeling less threatened now, had dropped his
    hand from his sister and stepped out where we could see him
    better.
    	The girl seemed to sense our interest in the boy. She
    explained, "He ran out of diapers so we had to use a few of
    his underpants so he would have some kind of diaper on."
    	"Good idea," Jimmy managed to say.
    	"Where is your camp? Is there any more kids? Your mom
    and dad here, too?" I was full of questions.
    	"We have a tent over there!" She pointed it out. "We
    are the only kids. We are staying with Grandma till tomorrow
    then our mother will come up, too. Daddy isn't here, he
    lives with Sandy in California." She gave answers.
    	"We gotta start hiking back. Daddy will be checking on
    us soon," Jimmy said.
    	"Want we could walk with you?" She asked. The boy gave
    a big smile when we said they could if they wanted to.
    	"Will your Grandma wonder where you are?" I asked.
    	"She won't care, she sleeps a lot in the tent. We will
    come back by time Momma gets here." She took the boy's hand
    as they walked between Jimmy and me.
    	"You boys like wearing diapers? I haven't seen many
    older boys doing it!" She did not make fun of us but seemed
    to enjoy being with us.
    	"Ya, it is fun, better then shorts anyway, besides we
    won't have to stop and go potty, either." Jimmy surprised me
    with is choice of words.
    	She told us she hopes her little brother would stay in
    diapers like we did. I asked her why. She told me she likes
    to help change him. Momma had me change him every since he
    was a year old.
    	"I got two sisters that change me!" Jimmy told her.
    	"Do you like having girls change you?" She asked with a
    hint of giggling.
    	"It's Ok, but they are my sisters." Jimmy smiled at
    her.
    	"How about you?" She asked me.
    	"Me! well, I don't have any sisters, but Nancy and
    Betty help me too, when I am with them!" I got a feeling she
    was getting to something with her questions.
    	We had come to a small wooden bridge that crossed a
    small creek emptying into the lake. We stopped and peeked
    over the side to see if we could see any fish swimming
    below.
    	As I leaned over the railing I felt something brush my
    diaper. I turned around and found the girl was inspecting
    me. She pulled her hand back and grinned.
    	"You boys have nice diapers. I have to fold diapers for
    him. They pin on with safety pins," she went on to explain.
    	"These just snap like this!" I released one side to
    show her.
    	"Why don't you take it off and see if it is wet or
    dirty?" she asked with urgency in her voice.
    	"No.... it's ok!" Jimmy set the snap then pulled up on
    the diaper, fitting it around his waist.
    	She turned to me and asked me the same thing. She told
    me she knew how to do it.
    	I began to feel uneasy with her boldness. I looked over
    at Jimmy. He raised his eyebrows to me.
    	"Want me to do it?" She asked directly as she reached
    for one of the snaps.
    	I don't know what happened to me but I just stood there
    giggling like a fool. Then I said a foolish thing.
    	"I'm a boy, you might see me!" I was almost ready to
    let her do it but held back out of fear and embarrassment.
    	Then, to the surprise of us too older boys, she said,
    "Let me see and I will let you see me, Ok?" She had this
    funny look on her face.
    	Even the little boy looked at her with a look of
    'what?'
    	Jimmy looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. His
    face lit up with a smile.
    	I got this awful funny feeling. It was something like
    being excited and anxious at the same time.
    	I took another look at Jimmy who was now nodding his
    head with approval.
    	I knew this feeling of being naughty and awaken at the
    same time.
    	It seemed it was my decision but I bulked knowing it
    had something to do with those weird new pressures I had
    been experiencing lately.
    	I was about to answer the happy girl when Jimmy beat me
    to it.
    	"OK, but you show us first!" He giggled.
    	"Yes but you go first!" I copied his words without
    thinking what I was saying.
    	The girl just looked at us for a moment then said, "OK,
    but you have to let me look inside your diaper like you
    promised." She pointed to a clump of bush a few yards away,
    "We'll do it there!"
    	She took the boys hand and led us to the brush. Every
    kept looking around but no other person was in sight. The
    woods was very quiet and peaceful.

    Part 12 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Sunday Afternoon:
    Cont.

    	In our last part we saw a 12 year old girl and her
    small 4 year old brother by the lake. The girl was dressed
    very skimpy in only a pair of cut off Levis and the boy was
    wearing only a dirty pair of underpants. She wanted the boys
    to let her take off their diapers but when they held back
    out of fear and embarrassment, she offered to show them what
    she looked like if they would let her take off the diapers.
    	Jay had a funny feeling about the girl and her strange
    request. But when Jimmy told her he would let her take his
    off but only if she showed herself first.
    	Now, for the rest of the story.

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    	The girl just looked at us for a moment then said, "OK,
    but you have to let me look inside your diaper like you
    promised." She pointed to a clump of bush a few yards away,
    "We'll do it there!"
    	Everyone kept looking around but no other person was in
    sight. The woods was very quiet and peaceful. Most of the
    weekend campers had already left for home. I had this funny
    feeling all over. I knew what we were doing was somehow
    wrong but when Jimmy offered to allow her request only if
    she would show herself to us first, I gave in to see what
    might transpire. The girl started off toward the brush
    taking Jimmy's hand leading him beside her. I tagged along
    behind them.
    	The little boy walked just in front of me. I couldn't
    but help to notice his underpants were hanging in the rear.
    The tattle tale dirty pants showed he must have pooped his
    pants not too long ago. I watched as he climbed over a small
    log that had fallen across the path. The boy turned to me
    with a smile then continued following his sister and Jimmy.
    Soon we arrived at the place she suggested we should go to.
    	The girl said, "No one can see us here!" Then she
    started to undo Jimmy's diaper while he stood up.
    	Jimmy interrupted her by saying, "You said you would go
    first, remember?" He held onto his diaper pins.
    	"OK, I will!" was her remark. "You ever seen a naked
    girl before?" she asked with her eyes sparkling.
    	"Of course, I have two sisters, remember?" Jimmy acted
    as if this was nothing new to him.
    	She called out to me, "how about you, you ever see a
    naked girl before?" She giggled.
    	"Almost!" I answered as honestly as I could. It was
    Betty, Jimmy's little sister that came as close as any girl
    I ever saw. "I saw pictures!" I answered trying to act
    experienced as I knew how. But inside I was getting so
    excited I almost peed my diaper.
    	Her little brother sat on a downed tree trunk. He
    lifted one leg up on the trunk and held his knee with his
    hands. This position cause his underpants to open at the
    legs where I could see parts of him.
    	This was the first time in my life I every met a girl
    that was willing to get naked in front of me. Without
    hesitation the girl unsnapped the top front of her cutoffs.
    She pulled the zipper down a ways then let the shorts open a
    bit. The way the sun was shining I could see much white skin
    under her belly button.
    	I looked over at Jimmy who was staring wide-eyed as she
    slowly pulled the shorts away from her thighs. It was not
    long before she completely exposed herself to us. She had no
    panties on so when the shorts slid to her feet it was no
    problem seeing all of her. The older girl knew this was
    effecting us in a most interesting way. Both Jimmy and I
    gasp at what we saw. I was surprised that Jimmy reacted much
    as I did. After all, he had two sisters, Surely, I thought
    he had seen his sisters like this before. But as he stood
    there I could tell he was as turned on as I was. Her little
    brother stood up and walked over so he could get a peek for
    himself.
    	"She got no clothes on!" He giggled as he pointed
    towards his sister. I wondered if he was being effected as
    was I and Jimmy.
    	The girl gave no indication of being embarrassed while
    she opened herself up so to show off more. She kicked her
    shorts off of her feet. She seemed to be enjoying exposing
    herself to us. I was not sure what I expected to see but
    from pictures that older boys passed around at School by
    older boys, I was expecting to see a patch of black hair
    between her legs but I saw none at all.
    	I stared as if I was looking at a beautiful landscape.
    I marveled at the beauty before me. I glanced quickly at
    Jimmy who had been following the same path down her body
    that I had. His mouth was open and his eyes widened from the
    sights he saw. The little boy stood smiling ear to ear while
    his sister showed stood naked before us. I wondered if he
    felt the same impulses as I did. I found it difficult to
    describe my feelings of the moment.
    	The girl seemed to feed upon our reaction we boys were
    so clearly showing her. The little boy had seen this sight
    before, his reactions were not so pronounced as was the two
    of older boys. None of us spoke a word. Neither of us could
    speak.
    	Even though neither Jimmy nor I were experienced in
    boy-girl relationships we knew without being told that this
    was something very special and that we should pay close
    attention.
    	"I get to take off your diapers now!" She seemed almost
    too willing.
    	There was something frightening yet exciting about
    having her offer to remove our diapers. I had never before
    had this strange feeling, even when Betty changed my diaper.
    I would let my mother do it without caring about it. But
    this was a strange girl, one I didn't even know her name,
    wanting to take off my diaper. She did not even have a clean
    one to put on me. That could only mean one thing, she just
    wanted to see a boy!
    	She walked over in front of Jimmy falling to her knees.
    Her hands went to each side of his diaper.
    	Jimmy was shaking as he gave me a weak grin. He showed
    some fear but did not resist when she opened one of the
    safety pins. His diaper opened at one side. It took only a
    slight pull to bring them to the ground. This left Jimmy
    standing before her as naked as she was. I was not too
    surprised to see Jimmy had a full salute to show the girl. I
    too, was in that state. At that moment I could not decide
    which gave me the most thrill, the girl or Jimmy. The girl
    reached out and touched Jimmy, causing him to jerk backwards
    a bit. They both giggled. Then she pulled his diaper back up
    pinning it tightly to his waist.
    	My heart began to beat faster when she wiggled her
    finger towards me indicating I would be next. Jimmy sat down
    on the log beside the boy as they watched the girl unpin my
    diaper. The girl unpinned me and let my wet diaper fall to
    my feet. Then she did the same as she did with Jimmy. After
    she pulled my diaper back up and pinned it tightly around my
    waist, I began wondering what it would be like to touch a
    girl down there. Would they have the same feeling of wanting
    to be touched as I did?
    	I thought it strange that a girl would want to see me
    naked let alone want to touch me there. But it did feel
    rather nice when she did it. My only regret was that she did
    not prolong the play. I was left feeling some
    disappointment. The girl did not seem interested in putting
    her shorts back on but left them off. We told her we had to
    go now because our Dad's would wonder what happened to us.
    We were suppose t meet them somewhere near the lake on our
    hike back to camp.
    	As we started to leave the girl sat on the log. The boy
    stood before her letting her pull off his underpants.
    	"Bye-Bye," the boy waved to us while his sister
    examined him.
    	We slowly walked off leaving the girl and boy to
    continue their game together. Just in time too. A motor boat
    was slowly moving by the bank. It was Daddy and Mr. Grove.
    	"Hey, Jimmy, there's the boat!" I pointed towards the
    lake.
    	We both left the trail and ran down to the lakes edge.
    We hollered loud as we could until they turned back for us.
    Daddy helped us to board the boat. Once seated Mr. Wilson
    drove out to deeper water.
    	"Where were you kids?" Daddy scolded. "We thought you
    would be farther down the trail by now. We almost did not
    come back here. What were you doing?"
    	"Nothing, Daddy... we were doing nothing." I looked
    over at Jimmy which nodded his head in agreement.
    	"Two hours doing nothing!" Daddy shook his head. "Well,
    we are glad to had found you two, anyway."
    	"Let's get going, the women have most things packed and
    ready to leave for home." Mr. Wilson said.
    	When we docked the boat our mom's and the girls were
    waiting for us. "See you found them. Why have you kids been
    taken so long?" Jimmy's mom was not mad at us but was
    beginning to worry when they did not find us on the first
    trip around the lake.
    	"Bet they been messing around!" Nancy commented close
    to the truth.
    	"Ya! that's it, Messing around!" we both laughed.
    	"Just look at you two boys..... so messy!" Betty
    observed.
    	"I have clean diapers, do I have two boys that want
    them?" Nancy joked.
    	"We do!" both of us agreed to that.
    	The cabin is all locked up so you will have your
    changes outside.... go over to the picnic table, that will
    make a great place to change." Nancy said.
    	While Nancy changed Jimmy, Betty had my diaper off so
    she could wipe me down. "Where you boys been, look here,
    that is the second pine needle I found inside your diaper,
    No! Third one, there's another!"
    	Nancy found a few, too. "If I did not think differently
    I would say you boys had taken off your diapers and laid
    them on the ground." Nancy commented as she rolled the dirty
    diaper in a ball and put it into the garbage bag.
    	That was as close as they ever came to discover what
    really happened on the other side of the lake. We did not
    tell anyone about the girl and little boy but between us we
    pondered the experience many times when we were alone
    together. It was an experience that got Jimmy and I to think
    of other things besides just diapers.
    	I had often wondered what ever became of that girl and
    her brother. Never met anyone quite like her since that day.

    Part 13 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Trip Home.

    	"Hop into the car, Jay we are about to leave for home,"
    Mom called to me. I really did not want to go. I tried to
    stall but it was useless to argue against reality; it was
    time we had to go. I wasn't the only one trying to convince
    my parents it would be best to stay one more night. The
    Grove kids were putting up a very good argument in defense
    of staying. But it was no use to fight it, we were going
    home.
    	"Get into that car .... Now!" when my mom pointed her
    finger and raised her voice it was time to move in the
    direction of her command. But I had one more request.
    	"OK, mom, but can I ride with Jimmy?" I got that
    pitiful look on my face that had worked for me most my life.
    	"If they have room and want to put up with you, I guess
    it would alright with me," Mom smiled so I knew she was not
    really upset with me. I ran over to the Grove car and asked
    if I could ride with them. I was told the back seat was full
    but if I could find a place I could go with them. With Jimmy
    and Nancy sitting on each side and Betty in the middle it
    did not look like I had a chance. But to my great surprise
    and delight, Betty spoke up. I could sit on Jimmy's lap if
    he wants me to.
    	You see, in those days there was no seat belts nor laws
    about seating in the back seat, so when Betty climbed out I
    got in and sat between Jimmy and Nancy. Betty crawled back
    in and sat on my lap. I was not sure how I was to sit. At
    first I put my hands under my diaper and sat on them. Then I
    raised them above my head holding on to each hand behind my
    head but that soon got tiring. I finally placed my hands
    around Betty's waist. She did not seem to mind. Being the
    only child at home I was not used to sitting so close to
    others. In our car I would have had the whole back seat to
    myself. But I did not mind and the kids did not mind my
    being there, either. Mom drove our big car alone. Dad took
    the truck loaded with all out things and the boat. We hit a
    big bump on the way to the main road. Betty flew up off my
    lap. I grabbed her tightly around the waist. She giggled
    then the rest of us laughed.
    	"You kids all right back there?" Mr. Grove asked as he
    turned his head toward us.
    	Not yet to the highway Jimmy told Nancy he had just
    peed his diaper. We all started laughing, myself included.
    Just then we hit another bump, and while Betty was in the
    air I let go. I honestly tried to hold it back but
    everything I had came pouring into my diaper. I could feel
    it run down over my seat warm and damp. Nancy seemed to have
    a third sense for these things.
    	She reached over and placed her hand on my knee. She
    smiled and whispered, "You need a change?" Holding Betty
    close to me as if to keep my diaper covered, I felt a little
    embarrassed until Jimmy announced that he finished emptying
    his bladder on the same bump. Betty turned around on my lap
    so her knees were over each of my legs. She placed her arms
    around my neck. At first I thought she was going to kiss me
    but instead she whispered in my ear.
    	"Want me to change you?" She asked in such a sweet,
    soft voice.
    	"No! I get to this time!" Nancy interrupted.
    	"No! I get to do it." Betty glared at her older sister.
    Betty slipped down to the floor and took a hold of my diaper
    pins. But Nancy forced her hands away and had removed one
    pin before Betty began to scream that she was going to
    change me.
    	I felt very embarrassed, not that the girls were
    fighting over who would get my diaper off but because their
    parents were not getting into the battle. Jimmy just sat
    next to me without being any help. He could only laugh at
    the situation.
    	Betty's daddy leaned over the front seat trying to get
    a hold on the screaming girl. Her Momma pulled the car off
    to the side of the mountain road and stopped the car. She
    jumped out and opened the back door. There was anger showing
    on her face. She made Nancy get out and had Jimmy get out
    the other side. Then made Betty come out, too.
    	I started to get out but she told me to lie back on the
    seat. Then she climbed in and pulled off my diaper. All the
    time Betty was crying to be the one to do it.
    	Nancy said, "Let her do it, Jimmy is wet too, I will
    change him." She stuck her tongue out at her younger sister
    as if mocking her. Betty abruptly stopped her whining.
    Opening the diaper bag, she pulled out several layers,
    quickly folding them like an expert. She slid them under me
    and pulled the ends till they fit my waist tightly. Before
    long she had me diapered and pinned. Then without a word she
    crawled up on my lap.
    	She leaned against me asking, " You like?"
    	I responded that I like very much. She just giggled and
    wiggled her butt over me. By this time Nancy had Jimmy
    diapered. Once again we were moving toward the highway. I
    could hear Mr. and Mrs. Grove talking in the front seat. He
    made some comment about diapers and she answered. I never
    knew what they were saying but noticed they laughed about
    it.
    	The long trip down the highway was rather boring. Nancy
    was reading one of her love novels, Jimmy was almost asleep
    leaning on my shoulder. Betty was almost asleep and felt
    like she weighed a ton. She must have been uncomfortable
    because she kept wiggling and squirming around causing me
    some discomfort. I was most aware of her bare thighs rubbing
    against me. Her movement excited my diapers, keeping me very
    awake. No one seemed to be paying much attention to the four
    kids in the back seat. Their mom was driving the car, their
    Dad was leaning back on the seat fast asleep. Nancy flipped
    a page now and then. She was deep in her story. Jimmy's only
    sound was his deep sleep breathing. I leaned back against
    the back of the seat thinking about the girl and boy at the
    lake. The next thing I knew I was being awaken by my Mom
    telling me we have arrived home.

    Part 14 -- No Place Like Home

    	It took a few moments before I was fully awake. I had
    laid my head on my Dad's shoulder, my legs wrapped around
    his waist. He carried me to the front porch of our house
    then stood me on my wobbly legs. Mom had the key in the lock
    ready to make entry into our home. Dad was about to help me
    into the door when Mrs. Grove called from the car.
    	"Would you like another boy for the night?" She asked.
    	I was enough awake by this time to turn my head towards
    the car. There was Jimmy rubbing both his eyes with closed
    fist like he just woke up.
    	At first my Daddy was not amused. I heard him mutter,
    "That's all we need..." Then I heard my mother say, "I think
    Jay would love having Jimmy stay tonight!"
    	"Sure would!" I called out.
    	"Might as well!" Dad gave in since the deck was stacked
    against him. It wasn't that Dad was against it but he felt
    we had the weekend together anyway and we all were so tired
    all he wanted was to get settled down and go to bed.
    	Jimmy climbed out of the car. Nancy called out, "Jimmy,
    take these you will need them.!" Yes he would, it was the
    diaper bag.
    	"I'll pick him up sometime in the morning!" Jimmy's mom
    called to my mom.
    	"Don't rush, I think we won't have to get up very
    early." Mom laughed.
    	"How about sometime after 10 in the morning?" She
    asked,
    	My mom agreed. Dad just gave a friendly wave as he
    nearly dragged me into the house.
    	Jimmy and I headed for my room but mom headed us off
    telling us she had just put clean sheet on the bed and we
    were not going to crawl in till we took a shower.
    	"OH mom do we have to? We're so tired." I complained.
    	"Either that or take the sleeping bags out into the
    back yard and get the..." that is as far as mom got when the
    to of us came fully awake. Dancing like two kids just
    finding the candy dish we rushed out to the van and got a
    couple bags.
    	We found a spot under the maple tree. Jimmy began to
    blow up a rubber air mattress while I ran into the house to
    see what kind of snacks I could find. There was some opened
    packages of potato chips, and a six pack of Coke.
    	Mom and Dad instructed me to keep the noise down and
    get to sleep soon we could. They bid me good night leaving
    me to shuffle for myself.
    	Jimmy, having finished with the mattress, had come to
    see what was keeping me. I point to a box of snack food
    sitting on the kitchen table. He found a few more things for
    us boys to eat. I grabbed a couple of flashlights then we
    headed back out into the yard.
    	It did not matter that we were still only in our
    diapers. In fact, it felt kind of nice. I sometimes like to
    go out into the back yard on these warm nights and play on
    the swing set while only in a diaper. But tonight Jimmy and
    I just lay back on top our sleeping bags and drank pop,
    munched on chips and cookies and other delights. Once in a
    while we had to remind the other to keep our voices down.
    The last thing we would want would be to have Mom or Dad
    come out an makes us go back into the house.
    	In our course of taking the subject of the girl at the
    lake came up. Jimmy was all giggly about it. I have to admit
    I was doing my share of giggling, too.
    	Jimmy asked me if I liked doing that. Referring to the
    touching and fun of the play. In order to not to give away
    my true feelings of having a girl dislodging my diapers in
    the middle of the outdoors, I just shrugged my shoulders and
    acted as if it was of no concern one way or the other. But
    when Jimmy began to relate his feelings of having her touch
    him like she did, I was finding it harder to hide the
    arousal within myself.
    	We had to hush each other because our giggling was
    echoing off the side of the house. We just laid facing each
    other laughing with as little noise as possible.
    	After eating all the cookies and most of the potato
    chips and two cans of coke we were feeling rather full. For
    a few minutes we laid on our backs looking at the stars
    above. Once in a while a shooting star would be seen making
    it's way across the sky.
    	I was focused on the stars so I had not seen Jimmy
    reach for the diaper bag until he tossed me a clean pre-
    folded diaper hitting my right over my face.
    	"I need a change!" he said as he removed the two pins
    holding the material together. He seemed in no hurry to
    fully remove it. Then he turned towards me asking, "You
    change me, I'll change you , OK?"
    	"OK!" I agreed while working at the two pins on my own
    diaper. It wasn't as if I need it changed. I had only peed
    in it twice since betty fixed me up coming back to town.
    After all this junk food I just devoured I felt it would not
    be long before I would need it again.
    	I was just about to pull the diaper loose from the
    front of me when I felt Jimmy pulling on it. I raised my
    butt allowing the diaper to be pulled free.
    	The moon was most bright that night, seeing Jimmy
    totally naked as he rolled my wet diaper into a ball was
    almost as exciting as the play at the lake.
    	Being in no hurry at all to get diapered we ran naked
    around the yard, rolled on the grass and even used the swing
    set until the moon hid itself as it moved under the horizon.
    The night air began to cool off with the blackness of night.
    So we found ourselves back on the sleeping bags.
    	Jimmy muttered something to me about something, I could
    not understand him. He just giggled then handed me his clean
    diaper asking me to put it on.
    These were large thick diapers for night time. Not only did
    we use the regular diaper but we folded another to lay
    inside making it super thick and high up be back side. I had
    a hard time getting the safety pins to lock shut and Jimmy
    had to help me by pulling the diaper very tight around his
    waist.
    	When I had finished him he had me lay on my back as he
    diapered me. He had a bit of trouble getting a good fit and
    I felt him touching me making me feel good. I giggled. He
    fastened one side then the other.
    	We wrestled for a time but soon sleep had overtaken us.
    I was not sure what time is was but it was very early in the
    morning when I first crawled down into my bag. I was shaking
    from the cold. Jimmy had managed to be inside his bag
    sometime before I was.
    	The sun was up beginning another hot day of Summer. Mom
    had gotten up and fixed a breakfast for us then brought it
    out so we could stay in our bags and eat outside. Knowing
    that his mother was to come after him around 10 A.M. Jimmy
    wanted to know what time it was.
    	"8:45." Mom told him. "Just enough time to eat, get
    bathed and new diapers before she comes for you.
    	The two of us rolled over on our stomachs after getting
    out of the hot sleeping bags. Laying with our feet up over
    our butts we had the best breakfast ever.
    	Mom had us take off our diapers at the back door before
    coming into the house then sent us running to the bath tub.
    Oh yes, the diapers were well-used from all that junk food
    and drinks.
    	I sat with my back to the water faucets while Jimmy sat
    across facing me. I had my legs spread out while his were
    closer together inside mine. After we had been sloshing the
    water for a while Mom came in to give the two of us a
    rubbing lather of soap and water. Then she rinsed us off.
    	We were sent to my bedroom where Mom give us both a
    padded day diaper with rubber pants.
    	Not too soon, either. Mrs. Grove came in the front door
    just as we came out of the bedroom. After some greetings and
    making over us boys for the diapers and rubber pants Mrs.
    Grove took Jimmy and left.
    	"Have a good time last night, Jay?" Mom asked.
    	"Sure did! Thanks for letting him stay." I meant every
    word of it.
    	"He seems such a nice boy... I am so glad you have him
    as a friend!" Mom had always kept an eye on my friends to be
    sure I had the best influences.
    	I wonder how mom would have felt if she had known about
    the girl at the lake. How she would reacted to our running
    the back yard last night in the nude. I wondered about a lot
    of things in those days. I was so glad my parents approved
    of my using diapers, but I often wondered if they had any
    idea what diapers did for me.

    Part 15 -- Family Secret Revealed

    	Several days had passed since I seen Jimmy again. He
    has been busy helping his Dad clean out the garage. I had
    asked mom if he was being punished or something. She told me
    he was just helping out around his home like I should be
    doing sometime. Mom told me that after such a nice weekend
    in the mountains it is good to come home all refreshed so we
    can do the mid-summer clean up around the house.
    	I still think it was a plot of our parents just to keep
    us apart for a few days, but Mom had me clean out the
    basement. I had a million excuses not to do so but she won
    out in the end.
    	"You're just the boy to do it." She gave me a
    compliment.
    	"I knew she was just buttering me up, but that was Ok
    by me I liked to have her tell me how she could not do
    without me and how much she loved me because I was such a
    strong boy. All of it was a put up to get me to help out. I
    would have helped them anyway, however, the nice things she
    told me was just icing on the cake and I loved it.
    	The basement had a lot the neat things stored away,
    much of it was my old toys and other junk. I did come across
    a sack of old underpants mom had put away a couple of years
    ago since I would not be using them again. When I brought
    them up for mom to dispose of she told me to take off my
    diaper. I was shocked! Did she want me to work naked or
    something?
    	"Stand still while I get your diaper off," she
    commanded. I did as she asked but was wondering what was up.
    	The next thing I knew she had pulled up one of the old
    underpants. They were a little tight because I had grown
    some since last time they were on me. It felt a little weird
    at first but then she put another one on me. Then another.
    By this time she was rummaging through the sack looking for
    bigger and bigger pairs. As she found bigger pairs she would
    put them on me until she could not get anymore to fit over
    the seven or eight I had on now. I was beginning to like the
    feel they all gave me. Much tighter then my diapers. I
    doubted if I could pee if I needed to.
    	"Why all this... on me mom?" I asked.
    	"This is the way we did my little brothers when they
    were needing diapers. When I saw the sack it reminded me why
    I saved them. I thought it would be a good thing for you to
    wear when doing such dusty work in the basement and save
    your nice white diapers for dress," Mom explained to me.
    	"You mean Uncle Joe and Paul wore diapers like me?" I
    asked learning new things about my family was always
    exciting.
    	"Oh yes indeed they did, Jay, indeed they did! I had my
    hands full for a few years as your Grandma turned the
    diapering job entirely over to me till Uncle Paul gave up
    his diapers, then it was just Uncle Joe." Mom seemed to go
    into a daze as she was remembering many years ago.
    	"How old was Uncle Paul when he stopped using diapers?"
    I asked.
    	"Let me think... It was the year he went out for school
    football. He must have been 14 or 15 then." Mom grinned. "He
    was embarrassed to dress down in the gym wearing diapers."
    	"How old was Uncle Joe? When did he give up diapers?" I
    asked.
    	"Joe? Well I think it was when he went into the Navy
    when he first gave them up. I think he still uses them most
    the time." Mom seemed as if she did not want to tell me.
    	"He still wears diapers?" I was beginning to feel more
    excited. He was my favorite of the two Uncles. He would
    change me when he visits sometimes. He was so nice to me and
    pinned me up without sticking me.
    	"Yes, I guess he does," Mom told me. "But the diapers
    you wear and the ones we had back in those days were
    different. We did not have any pre-cut or pre-folded ones...
    We had to make the material into the right size then hemmed
    them up. Putting them on was not as easy, either, we had to
    fold them just right then put on rubber panties over them or
    they would leak."
    	I was all ears as mom told me the story of my Uncles
    and how she was their diaper changer.
    	"Mom, I can't get these underpants-diapers off if I
    have to go potty." I could hardly pull the outside one down.
    	"I know!" She laughed, "Neither could your Uncles get
    them down fast enough. But don't worry about it. It is very
    dusty down in the basement. Now, I want you to clean it up
    and put things where I showed you." Mom pointed towards the
    basement door.
    	At first I did not want to be in the basement but when
    I opened one of the old trunks and found some neat things
    inside I discovered cleaning out a basement storage space
    could be very interesting.
    	One of the first items that came into view was some
    baby bottles I found in an old shoe box along with a few
    large safety pins and some other baby stuff. As I dug into
    the contents of the trunk I discovered some baby clothes
    along with some a dozen or more cloths just the right size
    for diapers. Some were made of flannel but most were like
    cheese cloth folded in many layers. But the biggest find of
    all was a couple of picture albums.
    	As I thumbed through the pages of pictures I came upon
    a few of my Uncles' childhood pictures. I was musing myself
    with the album when I turned a page and then right before me
    was a 8 X 10 picture of my Uncle Joe. Written on the back
    was this notation: 'Joe age 10 birthday 5 layer cloth
    diaper'. He was standing sideways to the camera looking at
    himself in a full length mirror. His neatly folded cloth
    diaper made his butt look big and wide. Uncle Joe had the
    look of joy on his face. I followed the sight where his eyes
    focused, He was looking into the mirror down at his diaper.
    A closer look gave me a weird feeling because my Uncle Joe
    looked very much like myself. My only regret was the picture
    was not in color.
    	I pulled that page out of the album planning to take it
    with me later. I turned the page and found several smaller
    pictures of both my Uncles. One caught my eye more then the
    others.
    	Uncle Joe was about 8 years old in one as he played
    with Paul who was about 10 at the time. I could not tell
    where the picture was taken but it was up in the mountains
    somewhere Joe had on only a pair of diapers with rubber
    panties. He was wading in a creek with the water up to just
    below his knees. Paul was sitting on a large rock wearing
    what was unmistakably several pairs of boys underpants.
    	I took a few of the loose pictures but hid the two I
    wanted so I could get them later. I did not want Mom to know
    I have taken them. It wasn't like I was trying to hide them
    as much as I did not want mom to know I had them. Just
    looking at them in diapers gave me a strange feeling that I
    did not wish to share just yet.
    	The few pictures I did take out of the album I showed
    to mom later when I came out of the basement. She took them
    one at a time and smiled as she recalled the situation. A
    few pictures had mom in them, too.
    	"You sure were a skinny girl weren't you Momma?" I
    commented. I was referring to one where Paul was sitting on
    her lap. Paul was not fat but was much more filled out then
    Mom was.
    	I held back the best picture till last. When I handed
    it to Mom she let out a little squeal and took the picture
    away from me. Mom seem to be embarrassed. It showed mom and
    Paul standing up in the bathtub both being naked. I never
    seen that picture again but the image has stuck in my mind
    to this day.
    	Someone must have sneaked up on them catching them both
    guard. They were facing each other with mom reaching out to
    Paul. What sticks in my mind the most about the picture was
    Paul facial expression. He seemed fascinated at what my mom
    was doing.
    	Mom only brought the subject of the picture up once to
    me. It was a few days latter when I was again down in the
    basement, I had brought a few more to her. She told me to
    keep quiet about the pictures, nor to tell anyone.
    	Something happened to the album, too. It just totally
    disappeared along with the baby things. But I still had the
    larger one and a few smaller ones that I made sure to hid
    even from her.
    	I had asked mom if she was mad at me for getting the
    pictures out. She just gave me a hug and told me it was
    alright that she did ask me to clean up for her. She told me
    I did nothing wrong that she is not upset with me. She never
    brought up the subject again and I never said a word to
    anyone. I had figured it to be a family secret and that some
    things are just not talked about outside the family.
    	I have regretted not being able to frame the 8 x 10
    picture of my Uncle and hung it over my bed. I just thought
    he was cute at age 10.

    Part 16-- Family Secret Revealed

    	The next two weeks went by with out much to record in
    my daily diary. It is now August 8th, 1941. Little did any
    of us know that within four months some of our lives would
    be changed forever when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
    For a boy of 10 1/2 years old this was only another hot
    summer in Western Idaho. Us kids were not even thinking
    that in only a month we would be starting a new year in
    school. So far this summer had brought some of the most fun
    I had or would every have again. Being 10 years old and out
    of school meant to be really free to be ourselves. I was
    more lucky then some boys in that my parents not only loved
    me but showed it by allowing me to be a boy. They
    encouraged me to play hard in the many things kids find to
    do. Just being a kid without too many responsibilities.
    They gave me room to grow and learn of the world around me.
    As I now reflect back to those years I can now fully
    appreciate the love and corrections I received for this has
    brought me into adulthood more completely equipped to
    handle all that adult life my throw at me, both the good
    and bad. It has given me working knowledge to survive in
    the sometimes dull and routine Adulthood. Most of all it
    has equipped me to raise my own children helping me to set
    them free from some of the stupid nonsense some parents
    pile upon their children.
    	My folks made many mistakes which they had
    acknowledged, but their idea of right and wrong was built
    upon solid ground that had been plowed by many generations
    that came for ours. Love was the number one rule. All
    things to be done in love even the applying of the board of
    education to a very tender bottom had brought true
    repentance which kept me on the right path. Its lessons
    have followed me all the days of my life. Yes, I am very
    grateful for parents that had the courage to guide this one
    boy through the mess that life often creates.
    	One of those courage's acts of guidance that my
    parents gifted me with was placing me in diapers when many
    of their peers would not agree with them. They used facts
    and truths instead of relying on myths, wife's tales or
    society pressures when it came to helping me keep from
    being embarrassed and ridiculed for wetting my pants and
    bed. They knew it was not my fault, they never accused me
    of 'doing it to embarrass' them. Because of their
    understanding and love I went through my childhood free
    from much needless worry and guilt.
    	They helped me choose friends that would build me up
    instead of tearing me down. They accepted my friends as if
    they were members of our own family giving encouragement to
    all that needed it.
    	I have had some secrets I never shared with my
    parents. Sometimes I hid things from them out of the
    mistaken idea that they would not understand. Sometimes
    when these 'secrets' surfaced I would discover both mom and
    dad would weigh out the details then work out a way for me
    to get either back on track if I was heading in wrong
    directions. Many times what I thought was too much a secret
    really was nothing they did not already know about.
    Most punishments were delivered in love then afterwards
    forgiving from my side and theirs was the seal that locked
    out any guilt. Not that all things were perfect they were
    not. I know of a time when I was punished with such a
    degree I felt the world was at an end. I was not involved
    in anyway but was blamed and punished. When the truth came
    out my parents begged for my forgiveness. Forgiveness goes
    two ways. And love once again reigned in our home.
    	I am writing all of this so you the reader will
    understand this part of the story. Like the girl at the
    lake and Jimmy and my involvement with her and her brother,
    which was one of the kind of secrets never released to my
    parents. Carrying this load of guilt around for many years
    was much harder for me to do then if I had 'talked' it over
    with my dad.
    	The rest of this part is about such a secret that I
    both kept and carried for many years before I was able to
    mention it to my Dad, only to find I could have released
    this a long time earlier and avoided much mixed feelings. I
    think you will understand when you finish this part.

    	It all started when my Uncle Joe came for a month's
    visit. He hasn't seen his sister, my mom, for a long time
    and he wanted to make up for lost time. I already knew a
    small amount of information about my Uncle. I told about
    finding his pictures in the last part of this story. Mom
    told me the story behind many of the pictures we sat and
    looked at together. I had learned that he had a similar
    problem as I had and that he wore diapers just as I did. I
    learned that mom use to change him and her other brother.
    	I learned that Uncle Joe had never married, but at the
    time he came to visit he was going with a young lady and
    things were getting serious enough that I may have another
    Aunt before too long.
    	I was sitting in the living room reading one of my
    many comic books when the door bell rang. We were expecting
    Uncle Joe to arrive at any moment, so when the bell rang I
    ran to the door to greet him. But it was only the lady next
    door needed a cup of sugar from Mom. Sure I was
    disappointed, but my appearance standing openly before this
    lady while I was dressed only in a T-shirt and slippers
    with a full diaper between my legs was such a shock to her
    she gasped for breath. When Mom came to the door she
    motioned for me to leave the room while she talked to the
    lady.
    	I heard Mom explain to the woman I hadn't gotten fully
    dressed because being so early in the morning. She never
    once tried to explain the diaper or why I was wearing it.
    We had been living here for several years and the lady was
    there before we moved in so that gives you an idea just how
    little those outside the family know about my diaper needs.
    	Then the doorbell rang again. This time I could see my
    Uncle Joe standing on the porch. I made another leap for
    the door. I opened it wide, inviting Joe to come in.
    	"You must be Jay!" He lifted me off the floor,
    wrapping his arms around me.
    	Startled at being lifted up as if I was a six year
    old, I was even more startled when he gave me a very wet
    kiss on my cheek. Then he carried me in has arms with me
    hanging on for dear life. I liked the way he smelled. Not
    with all that sweet shaving stuff but a real he-man smell.
    I could not take my eyes off of him.
    	Uncle Joe sat me on my feet just as he grabbed my mom
    and gave her a hug as he danced around in a circle. My mom
    calling out, "Put me down, you big bully!" All the time
    laughing and hugging him about the neck. I could feel the
    love coming from this man. It as if I had been with him all
    my life.
    	After the greetings settled down Mom excused herself
    and went back into the kitchen where she was getting Dinner
    ready. We called the noon meal Dinner in those days and
    Supper for the evening meal.
    	Uncle Joe put his big hairy arms around my shoulder
    and led me to have a seat in the living room. He sat back
    on the lounge, propped his feet up on the ottoman, then
    looked right myself who was sitting beside him.
    	"I bet you don't remember me, do you, Jay?" He gave my
    bare leg a light tap with his hand then withdrew it to the
    seat cushion.
    	Something was happening to me. His looking at me was
    giving me funny feelings, but his hand touching my upper
    leg gave me a familiar feeling that I could not define.
    Strange, I thought, that he would withdraw so quickly. I
    Just did not understand the sensation I just experienced.
    	Before I could even think of what to say, Uncle Joe
    looked right at my diaper which was in full view with my T-
    shirt pulled up when I sat down.
    	Uncle Joe smiled then said, "diapers, eh?" It was not
    as much as his mention of diapers as the way he said it. He
    seemed surprised and not surprised at the same time. It as
    if he was enjoying what he saw. Then realizing how he must
    have sounded to a young boy, Uncle Joe explained, "I
    understand, Jay... I used to wear them at your age, I do
    understand." Saying that, he reached over and ran a finger
    over the side of my diaper, fingering at the safety pin. He
    chuckled then tickled me across my belly before withdrawing
    to wipe at his chin.
    	I just sat there smiling. I had nothing to say, but my
    body language was doing all the talking. I had drawn up my
    leg, placing my slipper foot on the lounge seat. My Uncle's
    eyes seem to dance as he looked down at me. I could feel
    his eyes as the scanned my thigh and the outline of the
    diaper.
    	"You've become one beautiful boy, Jay!" I knew he
    meant what he said, I could see it from the way he was
    looking at me. I had mixed feelings of being the object of
    his attention with just a hint of embarrassment at the word
    "beautiful." But I knew what he meant. I had similar
    feelings when I first saw Jimmy in the classroom that day
    just before school was out. I had wondered if my Uncle had
    the same feeling about me. This thought soon vanished when
    he jumped to his feet then reached out for me to take his
    hand. He led me to the kitchen where Mom was.
    	I didn't know at the time, but my Uncle was so aroused
    by me and my diaper he felt he must go out where Mom was.
    He told me much later that he took me into the kitchen for
    both of our good.
    	We had a good Dinner and lot of laughter and
    conversation around the table. Later that afternoon mom
    motioned for me. She had something to asked of me.
    	She led me out into the laundry room so we took talk.
    	"What do you think of your Uncle Joe?" I could tell
    she wanted to say something else but was taking time to get
    to her point.
    	"I really like him, Mom. He's neat. Meaning, I like
    him and I know he likes me too."
    	"Well, I was wondering if you would share our room
    with him... Just for tonight because Daddy has not fixed
    the guest room bedsprings yet. We will have it by tomorrow
    night." She asked me as if had a choice.
    	There were only two bedrooms in our house and a small
    storage room that Dad had been making into the third
    bedroom for over a year now. It was almost completed but
    the bedsprings had be fixed.
    	My bed was only a double. We never had anything like a
    King or Queen in those days. I only had the double because
    Mom and Dad got a new bed set so I got their old bed set.
    	When Mom asked if I would share my bed tonight with
    Uncle Joe I felt as if I was being crowded out but suddenly
    the thought of having Uncle Joe alone with me all night was
    exciting. It would be nice to snuggle up to him like I do
    mom and dad sometimes when they let me crawl into bed with
    them on Sunday mornings sometime. I always like it when
    Daddy would place his big hands over me like he was
    protecting me from monsters of the night. Being wedged
    between Dad and Mom made me feel secure and safe.
    	"Sure, I'd like that, Mom!" I answered her.
    	"Thank you, son. Otherwise I would have to put him on
    the couch or on the floor in a sleeping bag." Mom gave me a
    kiss on the forehead.
    	After Supper that night while we had a dish of ice
    cream and cookies, Mom told her brother that he would be
    bunking up with me for the night. She explained about the
    bed springs.
    	"I would be honored to share your bed, my boy," Uncle
    Joe gave me a smile and wink. Again that strange feeling
    crept over me. I didn't understand it, but knew it was
    alright.
    	When it came time for me to put to bed, it was Uncle
    Joe who took me to my room. He shut the door behind us and
    had me get up on the bed. He opened my diaper drawer and
    pulled out one of my night timers that mom had pre folded.
    	"You going to change me, Uncle Joe?" I asked while
    keeping an eye on him.
    	"You mind?" he asked while holding onto the four
    safety pins.
    	"I don't care!" I answered with a giggle.
    	He took my T-shirt off tossing it to the chair near
    the bed. He carefully removed my wet, dirty diaper,
    dropping it into the pail in the corner. I was left as
    naked as I was born. Uncle Joe just looked for a while then
    excused himself as he went to the bathroom for a wet wash
    rag and some diapering lotion.
    	While he was gone I began my nightly self-examining
    which was by now a habit of mine between diaper changes.
    When Joe returned he washed me with the warm cloth then
    dried me. He rubbed in some diaper lotion. All this
    pampering was causing me some automatic extension in some
    embarrassing places. Uncle Joe seemed to ignore this
    boyhood phenomenal activity. He just continued to lay on
    the lotion.
    	In time the pinned the night diaper tightly to my
    waist using two pins up and two pins lower on the thigh.
    	He bid me good night. I asked him if he was coming to
    bed, too. And he told me just soon as he can. With a smile
    and light hand wave he disappeared out the door closing it
    behind him. I lay on my back for several minutes till the
    swelling subsided. I must have fallen asleep.
    	I did not know what time it was that Uncle Joe came to
    bed. The door opened quietly then closed again. In the dark
    I could hear Joe as he got himself ready for bed. I felt
    the springs sway then felt his warm body roll over next to
    mine. I snuggled up next to him while he wrapped his hands
    about myself.
    	I did not wake up in the morning till late. Uncle Joe
    had already gotten up and was out in the kitchen talking to
    Mom and Dad.

    Part 17-- Uncle Joe, Jay and Jimmy

    	When I awoke in the morning I was disappointed to find
    Uncle Joe had left my bed. I wanted to talk to him about
    when he was a boy. I wanted to have him tell me what he
    thought of wearing diapers. I wondered if he liked them as
    much as I did.
    	Rolling over onto my back I stretched like a cat
    getting all my joints loosened up. Stretching always made me
    feel so good.
    	Then I rolled the covers off me so I could lay on top
    of the bed. I felt the cool morning air over my body it was
    always so refreshing. Reaching down I felt over the front of
    my diaper. Sure enough, I was soaked as usual. Wet diapers
    caused me to become more aware of myself. Every morning I
    would feel over the diaper until I would began tingling
    between my legs. Rapid rubbing a wet diaper would produced
    wonderful sensations. If I were to be patient I would soon
    be rewarded in a remarkable way. I had no idea why rubbing
    always felt so good.
    	I wished I had Uncle Joe helping me. He's so good at
    changing a diaper.
    	When the wonderful sensation subsided I sat on the edge
    of my bed letting my legs hang over till my feet touched the
    floor. Then I stood up giving myself another good stretch. I
    removed my diaper letting it hit the floor with a thud. I
    always wondered how a diaper could hold so much pee.
    Reaching down I carried it to the pail at the foot of my
    bed. I was surprised to see the last two diapers I wore were
    still in the pail.
    	"Oh, oh!" I thought to myself, "I had forgotten to take
    these out to the wash room."
    	I walked out into the hall and into the bathroom while
    still naked. While I was taking my shower when Uncle Joe
    came in to do his morning duty. I could see him though the
    distorted glass shower door.
    	"Hi, little buddy!" He called out to me above the sound
    of my shower.
    	"Hi!" I answered then continued to soap down my body.
    	As I rinsed off the soap I could hear the toilet flush
    and saw the form of my Uncle pulling something up from the
    floor which at first I thought was his pants. But when I saw
    him fiddling with the white form in his hands I realized it
    was a diaper he was pinning up. Even though I was dying to
    see I did not want to be too forward about it so I keep
    washing even when I was really done showering. I continued
    to watch until my Uncle fixed up his pants.
    	"So long partner!" he called out to me as he headed for
    the door. "Better hurry, breakfast is getting cold, we got
    waffles this morning!"
    	I called back, "I'm about done... Be out there soon."
    	Uncle Joe shut the door behind him.
    	My Uncle Joe was still wearing diapers! I just couldn't
    get over that fact. At age 10 anyone over the age of 20
    seems old. I had no idea how old Joe was but I was sure he
    was more the 20. Actually more like 30. And he still wears a
    diaper!
    	"Yes!" I said out loud as I turned off the water and
    began to dry myself.
    	I made my way back to my room only to find Uncle Joe
    sitting on my bed. He had the changing mat laid out and a
    diaper with all the lotions nearby. I closed the door behind
    me. I could feel him looking me over. I was still naked.
    	"Beautiful boy!" he commented then motioned for me to
    get up on mat which he laid out on the bed.
    	Mom usually would come in to diaper me in the morning.
    But it was nice to have Uncle Joe doing it.
    	While he was rubbing in the lotions, which was really
    baby oil mixed with some powder I asked him about his
    diaper.
    	"Do you still wear a diaper, Uncle Joe?" I asked.
    	"Why do you ask?" he did not seem to be too surprised
    I'd ask such a question.
    	"I really wasn't spying but I did see you in the
    bathroom," I pointed out.
    	"Of course, the frosted glass shower doors," He
    laughed. "So you saw me pinning them on, did you?"
    	"Ya! But I did not mean to look." I said slowly.
    	"I know... It's alright. I see yours you see mine...
    Fair enough!" Uncle Joe just finished my diaper. He gave me
    a couple of pats on my diaper before helping me to the bed's
    edge where we sat side by side.
    	"About yesterday, Jay.. I was out of line when I did
    some things and I want you to know I am sorry for getting so
    personal. I am sorry!
    	"I don't understand, Joe, what did you do?"
    	"Well, I am referring to the touching and kissing.
    Don't know what came over me, I am sorry, little sweetheart,
    I really am." Uncle Joe seemed a little sad.
    	"Oh, that... I didn't mind. Really it is ok." I
    couldn't think what was so bad about showing me love that he
    had to say he was sorry.
    	"Well, boy... I am just as sorry as can be!"
    	I was puzzled, I looked at him and said, "Why?--- I'm
    not!"
    	"Did you remember when I came to bed last night?" He
    seemed to be staring off into space.
    	"I guess I was too sleepy, I don't remember when you
    came to bed but I knew you were there." I told him.
    	"Don't remember anything else, eh?" Uncle Joe looked at
    me and smiled. "That's Ok, partner!" he patted my diaper.
    	"I... I checked to see if you wet yourself.. Thought I
    may have waken you up." Uncle Joe seemed to relax a little
    after he realized I did not remember anything.
    	"What happened, Uncle Joe?" I asked.
    	"Nothing... Well, nothing after anyway." He did not
    bother to explain other to say once again that he was sorry.
    	My 10 year old mind was confused as to what he was
    saying so I just said, "That's ok!"
    	"Well... It was a... A nice night. Thank you." Uncle
    Joe grinned.
    	Uncle Joe handed me a T-shirt which I slipped on. Then
    we went to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting.
    	Daddy had already left for work by time I got to the
    table so it was just me and mom and Joe.
    	"When does school start, Jay?" Joe asked while taking
    another bite of waffle.
    	"In only about three weeks!" Mom interrupted.
    	"Only three weeks! Wow! Not much time, but enough," Joe
    said.
    	"Enough for what?" I asked.
    	"How would you like to spend a few days up at the
    lake?" Joe asked as he looked at me over a cup of coffee.
    	"We just got back from the lake," I said.
    	"And I understand you all had a great time, too!" Uncle
    Joe gave my foot a tap with his.
    	Mom cut in. "Uncle Joe would like to get some fishing
    in and had asked if you would like to go with him."
    	I came alive. The thought of getting two trips to the
    lake in one year was a big surprise. And besides, having
    Uncle Joe to myself so I could ask him about diapers.
    Perfect! "Sure I would!" I answered.
    	"Well, Ok then... How about leaving tomorrow morning..
    We get to use the boat and every thing." Joe seemed as happy
    as I was to get up there.
    	"Just you and I?" I asked.
    	"Well, I was thinking more like three of us!" Uncle Joe
    took a drink of his coffee.
    	"Mom is going, too!" I tried to sound excited but
    really inside I was hoping just to have time alone with my
    favorite Uncle.
    	"No, this is just for us boys... You and I and... Jimmy
    if his parents say he can." Uncle Joe put his coffee cup
    down waiting for my reactions.
    	"Oh boy, can I call Jimmy and tell him?" I begged mom.
    	"Yes you can call him... I have already called his mom
    and she said it would be up to his father so it is not a
    sure thing yet but I'd say you have a pretty good chance."
    Mom took some dishes off the table to the sink.
    	"All right!" I cried out.
    	While I ran for the telephone to call Jimmy, Joe told
    mom, "I think he wants to go!" then he laughed.

    Part 18-- Going Back to the Lake

    	Sure, I wanted to go! This would give me plenty of time
    to talk with Uncle Joe about when he was a diaper kid. I had
    mixed feelings about having Jimmy going with us. First I may
    not be able to talk to my Uncle about some other things kids
    like to do. Secondly, I was not completely sure that Jimmy
    would understand about having Uncle Joe wearing diapers.
    But, again, Jimmy had already surprised me by some things he
    would say and do.
    	When I called Jimmy on the phone he had just talked
    with his father. "Daddy said I could go with you and your
    Uncle." Of course I was delighted to hear that but I
    wondered how I could prepare him for the big news.
    	How could I tell Jimmy that my Uncle has this thing
    about boys in diapers? Maybe it would be best if I just kept
    quiet and let him find out on his own.
    	"Mom, Jimmy said he could go. Can I go over to his
    house now?" I asked.
    	"You will be with him the best part of the week, why
    would you want to go over today?" She asked me.
    	I am sure mom knew boys don't need any reason at all to
    go to each others' houses. It is just what boys like to do.
    	"Well, I want to help him pack," I answered.
    	"I think his mom will help him pack. I want you to do
    something for me first, then you can go." Whenever mom wants
    me to do something before I can do something means I can't
    do what I want right now but maybe later. The last time this
    happened she wanted me to clean up the basement. "Gee whiz,
    what has she for me to do that is so important?" I thought.
    	Uncle Joe had overheard about us boys packing up for
    the trip. "Don't need too take much of anything, buddy boy.
    I will take care of it for the two of you, just get your
    fishing gear together and make sure you both have lots of
    diapers because we will not be doing any washing up at the
    lake. I will take care of the rest."
    	"I will wash some things this morning so be sure all
    your dirty diapers are by the washing machine and I will get
    them ready for you. I just bought a new package of safety
    pins. I had put the package on your dresser. Oh, and you
    will find a couple packages of new rubber panties, your
    older ones have the legs stretched too much," Mom instructed
    me.
    	"What you want me to do, Mom?" I asked hoping it would
    not take all morning.
    	"I would like you to mow the back yard before you go.
    You did a nice job out in front but never finished the
    backyard," she told me.
    	"Ok, Mom! Can I do it in my diaper, it is so hot
    outside right now?" I asked.
    	"Just stay in the backyard." She answered.
    	Pushing my luck I asked, "Can I take off these hot
    rubber panties?" I used my eyes to beg.
    	"Is your diaper still clean?" She asked.
    	"Yes!" I grinned.
    	Uncle Joe confirmed that he was the one who just put it
    on me before coming to the kitchen. Then he added, "He's
    well-covered."
    	"OK -- But stay in the back yard," she repeated.
    	I wiggled out of the rubber pants leaving only a thin
    cloth diaper pinned high on my hips. It felt good to get out
    of those rubber pants as I was starting to sweat in them.
    	Uncle Joe came out with me. He sat on the patio
    drinking lemonade while watching me mow the yard. We had one
    of those hand push reel mowers so it took a lot of muscle to
    keep it going sometimes. Uncle Joe would make some comments
    once in a while till I got in a spot where I could not make
    it go, then he came out and helped me.
    	I had the feeling Uncle Joe was more interested in
    watching my diapers then he was in helping me. But that's
    Ok. His interest in me and my diapers gave me some self-
    esteem.
    	I finally finished the backyard. Uncle Joe said he
    would drive me over to Jimmy's house. I told him it was not
    far away, but he said he thought it best if he took me
    because my diaper gapped a little and he did not wish I
    would walk over. I looked down to see where the gap was and
    sure enough there was a one inch gap between my legs. I told
    him he could re fasten it but he just laughed and told me it
    would be alright because it provided more air space for me.
    	Uncle Joe and I drove off in his car before Mom could
    stop us.
    	"That boy... no, that brother of mine, he should know
    better." Mom stood holding my new red shorts she had wanted
    me to put over the diapers.
    	When arriving at Jimmy's house I ran to the front porch
    and rang the bell. Mrs. Grove almost jerked my arm off as
    she pulled me into the front door.
    	"Your mother just called warning me you were coming
    without being dressed." She was not upset. She even laughed
    after I was in the house.
    	Uncle Joe drove off. He told me he would come back soon
    and pick me up. He wanted to go to the store and pick up
    some things for our trip.
    	Jimmy came down from his room to greet me in the living
    room. He was dressed in shorts and t-shirt. He never hid the
    fact he was in a diaper because much of it hung over the
    waistband and out the legs of his shorts. Suddenly I got an
    embarrassed feeling for being in such a flimsy diaper with
    gaps.
    	We went up to his bedroom. I sat on the edge of his bed
    swinging my legs back and forth. Jimmy was on the floor
    looking up at me as we talked.
    	He had an old army duffle bag packed with the
    essentials, things like diapers, pins, rubber panties, and a
    few other things. I happened to see a teddy bear's arm
    sticking out between a few diapers. I asked him about it. At
    first he seemed embarrassed but then he pulled it out for me
    to see.
    	"His name is "I-P"! he grinned.
    	"I Pee?" I questioned not knowing to laugh or what.
    	"No, I-P, not like pee-pee!" We both busted in to
    laughter.
    	Then he explained. "When I was wetting the bed my dad
    got him for me. He was suppose to warn me to go potty but I
    could never do it so I peed the bed.
    	"So Dad said it was not my fault but I-P's fault for
    not telling I had to go." He explained.
    	"Really?" I giggled.
    	"Yes, it was supposed to make me feel better about
    myself, not being my fault and all. We called him "I P
    Freely! and put a diaper on him. See!" he pointed to the
    small diaper the bear was wearing with pins and all.
    	Do you think your Uncle would make fun of me for bring
    I P along?" he asked.
    	"No... No!" I shook my head hoping Uncle Joe would
    understand.
    	After a half hour Mrs. Grove called from downstairs
    that my Uncle was here. We started down the stairs but he
    was coming up. I introduced Jimmy to Uncle Joe.
    	I could not help but notice Uncle Joe was looking at
    Jimmy's diaper showing above his shorts.
    	Uncle Joe spoke to Jimmy, "Notice you have diapers on,
    Jimmy. It pleases me your not ashamed to wear them. I fully
    approve for boys to wear diapers."
    	I had a feeling he wanted to say more but held his
    peace. He had spotted the diapered bear sitting on the edge
    of the bed. I could see a slight grin cover his face.
    	"Uncle Joe, that is Jimmy's diaper bear, it has a
    diaper on, too." I remarked then wondered if I should have
    left the asking up to Jimmy himself.
    	Joe picked the bear up and examined its diaper. "Nice
    job, like a real diaper." He grinned.
    	"Would you...let me...take it to the lakes?" Jimmy
    stuttered.
    	"What's his name?" Uncle Joe tenderly asked.
    	"I call him Happy because he is always smiling," Jimmy
    answered. I took a double look at Jimmy because just a while
    ago he told me he called it I-P.
    	Speaking to the bear Uncle Joe said, "Well, Happy,
    would you like to go to the lake with the boys?"
    	I spoke up and answered for the bear, "He would love to
    go, Uncle Joe, he likes his diaper, too!" I giggled.
    	"I think he would like to go with me, he gets lonesome
    if he has to stay!" Jimmy was almost pleading.
    	"That's good enough for me, if Happy loves his diaper
    he qualifies to go with us," Uncle Joe reached out toward
    Jimmy giving him a hug around the neck drawing him in close.
    	Jimmy looked at me, not knowing what to say or do. Not
    many men have given him a hug like that. I could see Jimmy
    was a little uncomfortable being squeezed so close to this
    Uncle of mine. He made a face showing as if he were being
    strangled.
    	"You planning to take that duffle bag, son?" Joe asked
    looking over the big bag stuffed with things.
    	"Ya, thought so, it is mostly diapers and things,"
    Jimmy said.
    	"It's the 'things' that take up space," Joe answered.
    "take the diapers but I have all the other things we'll
    need... Oh, take Happy, you may need him."
    	"His real name is I-P," Jimmy hugged the bear to
    himself.
    	"Ya, I thought so... I-P helps you from wetting the
    bed, ugh?" Uncle Joe smiled at him.
    	"How you know that?" Jimmy was amazed.
    	"I had a teddy bear with diapers, too. He got blamed
    when ever I came up wet. Lot's of boys had one. I called
    mine, 'Sir P Bear'."
    	"I didn't know that, Uncle Joe," I said.
    	"I know you don't have one. I looked your room over and
    I think you should have some kind of friend to blame. I got
    you something. You can take it to the Lake." Uncle Joe
    grinned at me.
    	"When we going to leave in the morning?" I asked.
    	"I will get you boys up... Jimmy, you're going to sleep
    over with Jay tonight so lets get going," he told us.
    	After saying goodbye to Jimmy's mother we drove off for
    our house. Jimmy seemed more exhilarated then I had known
    him up to this time. I asked him why he was so happy and he
    just grinned at me saying, "Don't you know?"
    	"I'm really glad we get to go up to the lake again, is
    that how you feel, too?" I asked.
    	"You bet... going to the lake is going to be a lot of
    fun, but that's not all. We get to wear diapers all the
    time, your Uncle said so." Jimmy had a new sparkle in his
    eye.
    	We both went to bed early so we could get up early in
    the morning when Uncle Joe would come and get us.
    	The lights were turned out. We both were left alone in
    the dark of the room.
    	Jimmy turned on his side facing me. "I like the way
    your Uncle put on our diapers. Don't you think wearing
    diapers is a lot of fun, Jay?"
    	"You really like to wear diapers, don't you, Jimmy?" I
    smiled knowingly.
    	"Ya... I know you do, too. I can see it in your eyes
    while you feel over it!" He looked down at my diaper. "I
    like seeing you in diapers, too!"
    	Jimmy ran a hand over my diaper letting it slid slowly
    up to my chest. I just lay still while he ran his hand over
    my face. I got this creepy feeling when he said, "I ... I
    ... like you a lot, Jay... You're my very best friend."
    	When he said that I knew, somehow, that he meant more
    then just 'liking' being friends.
    	I continued to have this creepy feeling even after I
    realized he had fallen asleep next to me. Not some feeling
    like 'bad'... More like wanting to do more or say more. I
    knew it was more the just liking someone, it was more then
    that.
    	I did not think too much of it at the time but before
    the Summer was over I would come to understand more about my
    friend Jimmy and my feelings towards him.

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