    A BODYGUARD FOR BOBBY ---------------------

    Chapter 1 -- Introduction -------------------------

    	Hi, My name is Jeff. I am a Sophomore at St. Bruno's High. I was
    only one of three Sophomores to make the varsity football team. I am
    not first string, but I did get into a couple of games when the outcome
    was not in doubt, and even scored a touchdown as a halfback. I can
    really run well when my teammates knock down those other guys who are
    trying to kill me. Well my story is not about football, but I wanted
    you to know that there are some things I do kind of good, er... well.
    Anyway, as you can see I am not very good at English grammar, but what
    I really stink at is Mathematics, and my poor grades in math might get
    me kicked off the football team.
    	My social life was pretty good. I had several friends and being
    on the football team gave me some status among the other Sophomores. I
    had attended several dances and the girls seemed to like me and I liked
    them, but I wasn't going girl crazy like some of my classmates were
    doing. What was disturbing this year was that I found myself being
    attracted to this freshman whom I saw occasionally between classes and
    at lunch break. The problem was the freshman was not a girl but a guy,
    and the only word I could use to describe him was that he was very
    cute. I hated to think in those terms, but worse I didn't want to think
    I was a homo or something. I hate using that word also, but those were
    the thoughts I had when this little kid kept getting my attention. I
    didn't know his name and I didn't know where he lived, and I didn't
    even know how to find out without raising suspicion, but no matter how
    hard I tried, I couldn't help but keep his image in my mind when I
    would be daydreaming in class or home trying to study or even when
    taking a break at football practice. I found myself staring at him when
    I saw him and even wondered if he knew that I was doing it. Probably
    not. At night, he appeared in my thoughts and fantasies until I drifted
    off to sleep.
    	Oh, and one thing more you need to know about me is that I am a
    Catholic (St. Bruno's is a Catholic school), and my mom and dad are
    very religious, and they make me go to church every Sunday with them.
    That's not so bad, but Catholics don't seem to tolerate "other"
    lifestyles and are pretty well dead set against what they think is
    abnormal, so I also started to have some guilt feelings about liking
    this boy whom I didn't even know because of that. Secretly I hoped
    these feelings would go away, and secretly I hoped they wouldn't. Ain't
    life confusing!!??

    Chapter 2 -- Face to Face --------------------------

    	Fate has a way of bringing things to conclusions whether we
    choose so or not, and my story really begins on one of those occasions
    when I saw this kid after school going home. I used to wait around
    after classes got out, just so I could see him and most of the time I
    did, and there was usually somebody there in a car to pick him up, but
    sometimes he just walked home (or it appeared he was walking somewhere
    which I guessed was home). This was one of those walking days, and even
    though I thought I was being crazy, I decided to follow him from a
    distance. It didn't seem logical, but I was almost obsessing about this
    kid, and at least I would find out where he went after school on some
    days. I tried to make sure he didn't see me, and I probably would have
    peed my pants if he discovered what I was doing.
    	Suddenly, while I was about a hundred yards behind him as he was
    walking through a wooded area, I saw two bigger boys confront him, and
    they were laughing and started pushing him around. I was too scared to
    do anything, so I just watched. I wasn't afraid of the two boys, but I
    was afraid of being discovered, so I just watched. Then one of the boys
    shoved my little kid to the ground, and I moved closer. I heard one of
    guys say "Hey diaper baby, let's see your diapers and see if you wet
    them, I bet you did!".
    	Well I was dumbfounded, and then I saw one of the boys remove the
    kid's belt and unzip his pants and pull them down, still laughing and
    taunting him.
    	"Maybe he poops his little diapers", one of the bigger boys said,
    as he kicked sand into the kid's face. I was almost mesmerized at the
    sight of the object of my affections in his diapers, but I had taken
    about all I could take and ran over to where all this was taking place.
    	"Two against one is not my idea of a fair fight", I said, "Let's
    even things out a bit".
    	One of the two boys said, "You think you can take the two of us,
    this little diaper baby isn't going to help much", but the other kid
    recognized me as on the football team and was so scared he wet himself.
    	I saw him, and pointed to his wet pants, and said to the other
    boy, "I think your buddy might need some diapers too".
    	At that, the boy who wet himself started to run away, and when
    the other guy saw this he started to run also, but I grabbed him by the
    arm, and twisted it behind his back like a hammerlock and said, "Listen
    big shot, If I ever hear of you telling someone about this little kid
    here, you'll be telling it with a few less teeth". (I guess I was
    feeling a little braver than my strength should be telling me).
    	"And tell that panty-wetting friend of yours the same thing", and
    then I let him go, and he ran away.
    	When I looked down on the kid on the ground, he was crying and I
    was really moved to pity. I hoped that I would do the same thing even
    if it didn't happen to be the kid I was attracted to, but then if it
    weren't, then I wouldn't even have been there. So go figure.
    	I extended my hand to help him up, and I got to say it, even
    though he was crying and even though he was dirty all over, he still
    looked mighty cute in his what looked like some kind of pull up diaper.
    At least it was thicker and it didn't look anything like normal
    underpants.
    	"Hi, my name is Jeff, and I don't think those guys will be
    bothering you anymore", I said to him.
    	"My name is Bobby, and I know who you are, you're the guy who
    scored the touchdown last week. Thanks a lot.", he replied through
    drying tears.
    	Now under normal circumstances, we would just shake hands and be
    on our own way, but this was not a normal circumstance, and I just had
    to prolong this encounter.
    	As he pulled up his pants, and straightened himself up as much as
    he could, I said to him, "But just in case, they come back, I'll walk
    with you to your home or wherever you were going."
    	"You don't have to do that," he replied, "I think you scared them
    shitless, and thanks again, you are really cool to help me", brushing
    himself off.
    	"Just the same, I'd feel better about it, and it looked like you
    were going in the same direction, so we'll just walk together, Bobby",
    I said (and a little chill went up my spine when I said his name for
    the first time).
    	"Oh, where are you going?, he asked, catching me off guard in my
    little lie.
    	"Home, about a mile away", I said which was approximately the
    truth if not in the same direction as we were going.
    	"Oh OK, thanks", he said, and we started walking through the
    woods, "You'll be my bodyguard then", he smiled. And I smiled.
    	"How did those guys know you were wearing ... ah ....those .....
    ah", I stumbled out.
    	He laughed, "My goodnite pulls-up diapers, you mean".
    	"Yeah", I said, "How did they know?"
    	"They saw me coming out of the john and throwing one of my wet
    ones away", he answered.
    	"Why you have to wear them?", I asked.
    	Then he explained something about an underdeveloped bladder and
    some kind of weak muscle, most of which I didn't understand, but I
    feigned understanding and interest. What I was really thinking was from
    now on, my image of him would extend to seeing him in those pull-up
    diapers.
    	I tried hard to prolong the conversation, just to have an excuse
    to continue to be with him, and I asked him how he liked school, and
    what were his favorite subjects, what teams he liked, and other stupid
    stuff. I felt awkward, but this chance would probably never come again,
    at least that's what I thought at the time.
    	When he arrived at his house, I was sad, because there were no
    more excuses to prolong the encounter, until he opened his door, and
    his mother was standing there to greet him.
    	"Welcome home, Bobby, how was school today, and ", finally seeing
    his dirty face and sandy clothes, "and what happened to you and who is
    your friend?", she asked seemingly in the same breath.
    	"Mom, this is Jeff, you know the guy who scored the last
    touchdown last week. Some bullies were picking on me, cause they saw me
    throw away one my goodnites in the bathroom, and Jeff helped me out",
    he told his mom.
    	"Well thank you Jeff very much, what a kind thing to do, and I
    guess I owe you a ton of thanks, come on in and have some milk and cake
    with Bobby", she said to me.
    	How could I refuse such an offer!
    	"First, we'll have to get Bobby cleaned up, and then the cake,
    take a seat Jeff, we'll be right back.", his mother said.
    	While they were away, I was thinking to myself, I wish I could
    watch them do whatever they were doing, and I imagined that his mother
    might be changing his clothes, but then I thought that was silly, Bobby
    wasn't a toddler, he could change his own clothes. I bet she was just
    checking to see that he wasn't hurt.
    	When they got back, and Bobby cleaned up, his mother fixed us
    some milk and cake, and then left us alone to do some house chores. I
    asked Bobby, if he had to wear the pull-up diapers when he was home.
    	He explained to me, that when he was home, they used cloth
    diapers because of the environment, and even though he could put them
    on himself, his mother liked to do it, cause when she did it they never
    leaked, and also he felt she liked to still consider him her little
    baby, so he let her do it. He wore the goodnites to school and carried
    extras in his backpack, and tried never to let anybody see him throw
    the used ones away, but this time he got caught.
    	"You must really think I'm a little nerd for having to wear
    diapers", he said to me.
    	I told him, "Not at all, I sometimes get a urinary infection, and
    when I do, I have to wear diapers, cause I feel like I got to pee all
    the time".
    	Now the part about getting an urinary infection and feeling like
    I got to pee all the time is the truth. The part about the diapers
    wasn't, but I wanted him to feel good, so I just used literary license
    and stretched the facts.
    	"Oh, what kind of diapers do you use?", he asked. (I just hate it
    when my lies don't work out).
    	"I dunno", I replied, "my mom gets them for me". Another lie, but
    there's no way he will find out, I thought.
    	 "I got a new Game-Boy", he said, "you wouldn't want to try it
    out, would you?".
    	"Yeah, I guess I could give it a try", I replied, knowing that I
    wasn't very well coordinated for video games.
    	Now's here another thing, I guess I should tell you. I noticed
    right away from the size of his house, and the neighborhood they lived
    in and the furnishings, that Bobby and his folks lived in the high-rent
    district. Not that they were super rich or anything, but compared to
    our modest home, they went first-class. Not that I'm complaining, mind
    you. My mom and dad take good care of me and my younger sister. We've
    never been hungry and they do their best to keep us clothed in the not
    so latest styles, but there isn't much left over. I know my Dad is
    hoping that I will be good enough to get a scholarship in football,
    cause there's little hope I could get one from my lousy grades, and
    there's no way they can afford the cost of college.
    	I probably shouldn't have stayed at Bobby's house that afternoon,
    I know I should have been studying, but I was making the best of an
    opportunity, and that shows I got some smarts, don't it? Anyway we
    played, he beat me several times at some game I couldn't get the hang
    of. (The first bad thought I had about Bobby was letting a lowly
    freshman beat a big deal sophomore - it sort of hurts the macho
    bodyguard image, you know, but what the heck, I would never have
    dreamed of spending so much time with Bobby and I would never forget
    this day, I knew).
    	After a while, I got the hang of the game and started beating
    Bobby (macho restored), until he finally got bored and wanted to quit.
    I said "Just one more", and this time I let him win. Sadly, it was time
    to go home.

    Chapter 3 -- Home again -----------------------

    	When I got home, it was just about dinnertime, and my mom was a
    little upset with me for not telling her where I was going, and not
    calling her on the phone when I knew I wouldn't be coming straight
    home. I told her the truth about helping Bobby out (I'm glad she didn't
    ask where the teasing took place and why I was there), but I did tell
    her about Bobby's diapers causing the problem. I didn't tell her about
    my attraction to him, but I did tell her that I said that I sometimes
    had to wear diapers because of my bladder infections to make him feel
    better about having to wear diapers. She told me that it wasn't right
    to tell lies, but she understood why, and even complimented me for
    trying to make Bobby feel good.
    	When my Dad came home, we retold the story, and he also was happy
    that I could help a less fortunate lad, and told me "Good job, well
    done" (he's a man of few words), and I thought that would be the end of
    it. I had a very good day. I found out Bobby's name, I found out where
    he lived, I found out that he wore diapers, I helped him out, I played
    with him the entire afternoon, I met his parents --- Life is good!
    	That night, I said my prayers. Every since I was a little guy, my
    parents would come into my bedroom before I went to sleep and made sure
    I said a little prayer. It is a habit that has stuck with me, so even
    to this day, I pray the "Now I lay me down to sleep" and the guardian
    angel prayer "Angel of God who commits me here....", and even though
    they are little kids prayers, I still say them and sometimes add an
    "Our Father" or two. Of course, my parents no longer made sure I said
    them, but nobody but God would know I said prayers, and I thought it
    couldn't hurt. This night, I whispered to God, "thanks for letting me
    have a day with Bobby", even though I wasn't sure that God would
    approve.
    	It was an exciting day, and before going to sleep, I went over
    all the day's happenings many times in my head. I don't know but I
    think I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
    	The next day, at school, I wondered if something like yesterday
    could ever happen again. I supposed not, but I still hoped that I would
    get to see Bobby again. As fate would have it, I was walking down the
    corridor with a couple of my pals, and there was Bobby coming down the
    hall the opposite way. He looked at me and said, "Hi, Jeff", and I
    nonchalantly replied "Hiya Kid", and never stopped walking. One of my
    pals asked "Who was that?", and I just replied, "oh, just some kid I
    know", and nothing more about it. What a dope!!! I started cursing
    myself and never stopped. What a blown opportunity and all because I
    didn't want to be seen as a friend of a freshman, and a sort of wimpy
    one at that. That afternoon, we had football practice. I dropped
    passes, I fumbled, I even fell down once when nobody touched me. I got
    yelled at, I got extra laps handed to me, and I thought the coach would
    throw me off the team. "What tangled webs we weave, when first we
    practice to deceive". I remember that from one of my Shakespeare
    classes, I think, don't ask me what play!
    	That night, I couldn't sleep. My little blunder kept nagging at
    me, and all I could think of was what a dumb jerk I was. I would have
    called Bobby, but I realized I didn't know his last name to look it up
    in the phone book, and I didn't know his address, and I didn't know
    what I would say if I did call. What a jerk!!

    Chapter 4 -- Friendship -----------------------

     	The next day, we had football practice again after school, and
    even though I knew I would be in trouble if I was late, especially
    after goofing up so much the day before, I still knew I just had to
    catch Bobby after school and try to apologize. For some reason, he was
    a little later than usual, but still I hung around. Finally, he came
    out, and this time his mom was there in the car to pick him up. I guess
    she didn't want any reoccurrence of the bullying from last Monday.
    Anyway, I ran over to the car and said hello to his Mom (I didn't know
    how to call her, cause I never knew their last name), so it was kind of
    awkward, but I didn't care, I had to tell Bobby I was sorry, and so I
    did.
    	"Sorry for what?", he said.
    	"When you passed us in the hall yesterday, I barely said hi, and
    mostly ignored you", I said apologetically.
    	"Oh, I thought you were in a hurry to get to class, and anyway,
    it's no big deal, I don't expect you to be my best friend or anything,
    don't sweat it", he said.
    	So I just blurted it out without thinking, "Well, maybe, I just
    want to be your friend, you ever think about that".
    	"Wow, don't you think you've done enough for me already?", he
    said a little sheepishly.
    	I tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was
    "Hey none of my friends have that neat Game-Boy of yours, and I was
    hoping to play it again, I was just getting the hang of it".
    	"You can come over this afternoon if you want", he replied.
    	"Can't, football practice", I said, and then realized how late I
    was going to be.
    	"Maybe some other time then", he said.
    	"Gotta go, see ya", I said, half running away.
    	Well I did get chewed out for being late with no decent excuse,
    and I had to do extra laps, but at least the rest of practice went a
    lot better than yesterday. Since we have practice on every day but
    Monday, I couldn't think up any excuse to see Bobby again, but I was
    determined to give it a try. Next Monday, I thought, and if I see him
    at school before then, I would try to firm it up.
    	The next day, seeing him talking to some of his classmates
    between classes, I went up to him and said, "Hey Bobby, how about next
    Monday for some video games?".
    	He said, "Sure, see ya Monday". I could hear one of his
    classmates saying as I walked away, "Wow, you know Jeff Becker!", and I
    couldn't help for feeling just a little bit the hero even though I was
    second string. I am sure Bobby couldn't tell them about the incident on
    Monday, cause he would have to admit wearing diapers and all, but I
    wonder what he told them how he knew me.
    	Heck, the diaper part just made him all the more attractive to
    me, sort of like a big brother, sort of like Bobby's bodyguard. Yeah,
    that's how I'll be thinking of me, Bobby's bodyguard. I wondered what
    he was thinking about me, if he was thinking about me at all.

    Chapter 5 -- A Good Mind Not Wasted -----------------------------------

    	The next day, I saw my friend Bobby, and I was wishing he would
    come over and talk with me some, but he didn't. I hated that I had to
    start everything, but I guess he was a little too shy and didn't want
    to embarrass me or anything, so I just nonchalantly went over to him,
    and mentioned "We still on for Monday?", and he said "Sure"
    	He said "My father wanted to know if you could stay for dinner on
    Monday. He's a big football fan, and saw your (now infamous) touchdown
    last week. How bout it? My mom's a great cook".
    	Well, I jumped at the opportunity, and couldn't wait til Monday,
    even though we had a big game on Friday night, and I suppose I should
    have been more excited about the game, but I wasn't.
    	I didn't get to play on Friday night, which was disappointing to
    me, because I wanted to have something to talk about on Monday night,
    and I was still feeling a bit of the hero to Bobby, which pleased me no
    end. But the game was too close, and the first stringers played the
    entire game, so I felt a little let down, but hey, let's face the
    facts, I really wasn't that great of a football player yet, so the hero
    worship was a little premature.
    	After all, I was going to play with Bobby on Monday afternoon and
    eat dinner with him and his folks Monday evening. When I told my
    Mother, she asked when I was going to do my homework and I promised I
    would do it Monday evening when I got home. She said OK and told me she
    thought that Bobby's Mom was trying to repay the favor.
    	"By the way, what is their last name, in case I have to reach you
    by phone?", my Mom asked me, and I realized that I still didn't know
    their last name or phone number. I promised that I would call her from
    Bobby's house and give her the information, so she said "Fine".
    	The weekend was sort of a blur to me. Night and Day, I kept
    thinking about Bobby and how to prolong what would have to be called an
    unlikely friendship, and I still didn't want to let on that I wanted
    him to be my best friend and I wanted him to think that I was his best
    friend, and I still was feeling a little (OK, maybe a lot) guilty about
    liking a boy so much. But I tried to get negative thoughts out of my
    mind, and concentrate on having a good time on Monday. I just couldn't
    think of anything else that could make this good thing happening to me
    just keep on happening.
    	On Monday, when I got to school, I was in superb spirits. Nothing
    could spoil this day, I thought. Wrong again, darn it!
    	Just before lunch break, who comes to see me, but the football
    coach and the math teacher and they say they want to talk with me. The
    math teacher said I was failing Algebra (no kidding!), and the coach
    said that if I didn't pull up the grade, I was off the football team
    (school policy). I was heart-broken, cause football was what made me
    tolerate school (well that and meeting Bobby). I said that I would try
    to do better, but deep inside, I knew it was a hopeless case. Anyway I
    had two weeks, they told me, or off the team for the year. I bet if I
    was just a little bit better player, they would have come up with a
    different solution, but here I was, an ex-football hero, who never even
    made it to first string. Even going over to Bobby's house that
    afternoon did little to bolster my spirits, cause the dinner was
    probably going to be the end of our relationship.
    	I walked home with Bobby, who I knew sensed that I was in a bad
    mood, so it was kind of quiet. I wanted to talk more about his diapers
    and stuff, but I knew that would only embarrass him more, and I didn't
    want to do that. Also, I couldn't help thinking about my own
    embarrassment when I got kicked off the team, and the whole school
    would know about it. And also I knew how much my parents would be
    disappointed in me, even though they knew that school work came very
    tough to me, and I really did try, but just couldn't understand things.
    	I listlessly went through the motions of playing the game-boy
    with Bobby, and I wish I could tell him how I felt, but not only did I
    not know the words, I am sure he would not understand, and he even
    might think me a pervert or something, and want nothing more to do with
    me.
    	At dinner, I met his Dad, who was a real live wire. He shook my
    hand, slapped me on the back, thanked me for helping his son, and
    acknowledged what a great football player I was going to be. I thanked
    him, but said I feared my football days were numbered.
    	"Why in the world would you think that?, Jeff, I think you are
    already better than some of those seniors who are first string. The
    only reason the coach plays them is cause it's their last year, and you
    got two more good years after this one", his father replied.
    	I told them about the conversation with the coach and math
    teacher that afternoon. And it wasn't that I wasn't trying or paying
    attention, I just couldn't grasp the concepts. I think the only reason
    I passed freshman math was that the teacher just hated to flunk anybody
    and gave me a "D" (barely passing).
    	He asked me what kind of math we were studying, and I replied
    "Algebra". Heck that is all I knew about Algebra, it was some kind of
    math and it was more difficult than adding, subtracting, multiplying
    and dividing. Yep, I could honestly say the only thing I knew about
    Algebra was its name.
    	"I can help you with Algebra", piped up this voice from the
    table. I almost forgot Bobby was at the table, and it is the very first
    thing he volunteered in our relationship. Everything else I initiated.
    I thanked him, but said I don't think Freshman math is going to help me
    much.
    	That's when his Dad interrupted, and explained a few things about
    Bobby that I not only was not aware of, but also found quite
    surprising. Bobby was a math genius, a diapered math genius no doubt,
    but a genius nonetheless. He was in a special math class reserved for
    the relatively few students who got bored with the mundane stuff. His
    Dad reiterated his son's tutoring help, and said that Bobby could
    surely help me up my grades.
    	Well I didn't really think that Bobby or any other genius could
    give me the brains that I lacked, because after all, my current teacher
    probably was also a math genius and he couldn't help. Nonetheless, I
    accepted with enthusiasm because it would give me at least another two
    weeks of Bobby's friendship.
    	"When can we start?", I asked, "It's not like you have a bunch of
    time to accomplish the impossible".
    	"Right now", said Bobby, "if you had told me, we wouldn't of had
    to waste an afternoon playing games, I could have started then", he
    laughed.
    	I called my Mom and explained what had happened that day and that
    Bobby thought he could help me. She was very supportive and
    encouraging, and I knew I was lucky to have great parents, even though
    they struggled to get by.
    	Well that night was what they would call an "Epiphany" for me. I
    really don't know what that means, but when I told this story to
    someone later on, that's what they called it!
    	Bobby was not like the typical teacher. He started from scratch,
    and stayed right there until he knew I got it. When I said I understood
    something, he would make me prove it by asking questions about it, and
    he really knew whether I really understood it or not. Once I satisfied
    him that I understood one principle, then and only then would he go on
    to the next step. For once in my life, I really felt that I understood
    something, and not only was I learning, I was enjoying it. The fact
    that Bobby was my tutor and I was with him a few hours everyday of the
    week for two weeks (except game day) only made it that much better.
    	They had given me two weeks, and then there was going to be this
    test which would make or break me. It might be anti-climatic to tell
    you that I aced the test, I knew it before it was even graded. I wanted
    to run up to Bobby and hug him in front of the entire school, but I
    knew I couldn't do that, but I knew that I truly loved him after that,
    not a kind of sexual love, or maybe it was, I didn't understand it, but
    I knew I loved him. All I could do is thank him and his parents
    profusely, which is what I did.
    	It is funny how things work. The following Monday after the big
    test, I was called into the principal's office. The math teacher and
    coach were both there as well. With a stern look on his face, the
    principal said that I was in big trouble and the best thing I could do
    would be to be totally honest with them. I couldn't imagine what they
    were talking about until they showed me the math test on which I scored
    100%, nothing wrong, even got the bonus question correct.
    	The math teacher said he knew that I had cheated, but he didn't
    know how. He said that if I told him how I did it, I would not be
    expelled from school. Of course, I wouldn't be allowed to stay on the
    football team and my parents would have to be notified.
    	I almost laughed, but I knew that would not be smart, but I did
    do a smart thing then. I asked them to show me the test, and I
    explained to them how I worked each problem, how I substituted values
    for missing x's, and how I factored out common factors in numerators
    and denominators, and how I reduced to simpler terms, and how I tested
    each answer back into the equations to prove that I was correct.
    	Well you would think that they were struck by lightning, them
    with their mouths wide open and unbelieving eyes. So I told them it was
    sort of like cheating when you got somebody to tutor you. I didn't want
    to embarrass the math teacher by telling him that Bobby was a better
    teacher, so I just related how he taught me step by step until I
    understood something before going on to the next step. They were all
    dumbfounded to say the least, but when I mentioned Bobby's name (I
    still didn't know his last name after all this time, but I explained he
    was a freshman in advanced classes, and they all immediately knew
    exactly who it was.
    	"Well, you are mighty lucky to have run into Bobby Richman, Jeff,
    I couldn't have suggested a better tutor for you, but I still am
    wondering how you two met and how you, a sophomore, would allow a
    freshman to be your tutor. Sophomores are not known for their humility
    if I remember correctly", the principal asked.
    	I told him the entire story, leaving out some diaper parts, and
    leaving out how I felt about him, and how I accidentally met him on
    purpose, but the gist of the story was truthful, that I had helped him
    out when he was being bullied and one thing led to another.
    	As I was leaving the principal's office, he added "Jeff, you
    might ask Bobby what he knows about Physics........". Good idea, I
    thought.

    Chapter 6 -- Intimacy ---------------------------------

    	Well, I couldn't wait to tell the story to Bobby, to his parents,
    to my parents, hell to the entire world if I could. I waited patiently
    for Bobby after school on Monday, the one day we didn't have to
    practice football, and I was really hoping this was going to be one of
    his "walking" days instead of getting picked up. This time I was not
    disappointed. I told him about the test, about the meeting in the
    principal's office, and how amazed they all were when I aced the test.
    He laughed when I told them how each problem was solved and proven, and
    said he wished he could see their faces. Talk about feeling on top of
    the world, that was me!
    	When we got to his house, I told his Mom the story, and how
    appreciative I was of her son's help. I told her if we could package
    the deal, we could make millions, and everybody laughed. They made me
    stay around until Bobby's Dad came home, so I could tell him the story.
    I don't think I will ever tire of telling the story, but I make sure
    the hero of the story is Bobby, not me. They wanted to celebrate by
    going out for pizza, and I called my Mom, and told her the story, and
    of course, she told my Dad, who couldn't have been happier. When I
    mentioned what the principal said about asking Bobby what he knows
    about Physics, he replied that it was his favorite subject, so I asked
    when I could sign up for some more tutoring, and well, we all had a
    very good time that night.
    	Bobby did tutor me in Physics, a few hours each week, and
    remarkably, my confidence in learning improved and my grades in all my
    subjects started to improve. Not only that, but my teachers mentioned
    to my parents, how my whole attitude in class had improved, and I even
    started enjoying going to class. I didn't score any more touchdowns
    that year, but I did get to play in several more games, and I made a
    few good runs, even if I have to say so myself.
    	After the football season which ended a little after
    Thanksgiving, I realized I had no more excuses to be with Bobby. After
    all, the differences in our age, our size, and our interests didn't
    foretell a long time relationship, which saddened me, but which I
    realized that I understood, and I was thankful for the times we were
    together.
    	On the Monday after school, I walked home with him again. It just
    seemed to happen that Mondays were going to be when he walked home and
    I walked with him. There wasn't any need for more body guarding.
    Bobby's status seemed to improve just by him knowing me (go figure).
    This Monday (after Thanksgiving), I told him once again, how
    appreciative I was for his helping me, and that I wish I could pay him
    for his help, because I was occupying a lot of his time. He then
    laughed and asked me for a thousand dollars. I laughed and said I was a
    little short of cash just now, but then he did say there was something
    I could do for him. I asked "What?, anything buddy".
    	Then he said he shouldn't even have mentioned it, and I told him
    teasingly that I would crush his skull if he didn't talk, and we both
    laughed.
    	He said that his parents always spend the week after Christmas in
    a cabin in the north woods where there was a ski lodge and, of course,
    skiing. He said if I would like, I could come along and keep him
    company, otherwise it would be a boring week for him. After that he
    apologized for even asking a favor, cause he thought I must have better
    things to do with my week's vacation.
    	For the life of me, I couldn't possibly think of anything better
    that I would like to do, but all I said was "I don't know how to ski,
    and I don't have any skis or boots, or anything else. "
    	He said that would be no problem, that his Dad would furnish
    everything, and that his Dad told him to ask me, because he knew that I
    would be bored with nobody to play with. Secretly, in my heart, I just
    wished that it could happen, but all sorts of negative thoughts entered
    my mind. What would my parents say?, What would my pals say ? What if I
    broke my legs or worse ? What kind of fool would I make of myself
    trying to ski?
    	But the one positive thing overshadowed everything else -- "Sure,
    I would love to go!", I said. My parents were a little apprehensive
    about the whole thing, and didn't really like the fact that I was being
    treated for the whole week, but one call from Bobby's Dad to my Dad
    settled the issue. I sure wish I knew what was said, but I didn't, and
    I didn't really care, because I was going to get a whole week with
    Bobby.
    	Although we met a few times before Christmas, I am going to skip
    that part, and go right to the ski cabin that I found out Bobby's
    parents owned.
    	Here's the good part. Bobby explained that the cabin had
    electricity, television, phone, stove, water, a washing machine and
    dryer, only it didn't have any plumbing facilities for a bathroom.
    Three cabins shared a common bath facility located a few hundred yards
    from each cabin. The only problem was that if you couldn't sleep the
    whole night, and had to go to the bathroom, then it meant getting out
    of bed, getting on some warm clothes, and trudging out in the cold to
    the bathroom facility. Bobby said that was the only thing that his Dad
    complained about, cause he would have to get up several times during
    the night to go to the bathroom.
    	I told Bobby, "I guess you don't have to worry about that!", and
    he laughed. He said, "That's one good thing about wearing diapers.".
    	I laughed and said, "I guess so!".
    	And then he said, "Of course, if you would wear some diapers, you
    wouldn't have to get up and go outside", half kiddingly.
    	I said, also kiddingly, "Well, if I had some diapers, I would
    probably just do that".
    	He said, "Well I got plenty of diapers, and also plastic pants to
    go over them, so what you gonna say now".
    	I think my face turned red, and I pictured myself being diapered
    with Bobby, and I know my little thingy in my pants almost jumped to
    attention.
    	"Well, if I used your diapers, then we would probably run out
    before the week is over, and I don't think your Mom would like you in
    wet underpants".
    	"That's what the washing machine is for, dummy", he replied with
    a laugh.
    	"What would your parents think?", I asked, gaining enthusiasm by
    the second.
    	"Why would they have to know? I do my own laundry anyway, and
    besides, what if you got one of those urinary infections? (he
    remembered) Then you would need diapers anyway, and we gots plenty --
    yes, I think you should be diapered the whole week, just in case. You
    could go poo in the bathroom, but wear and wet your diapers the rest of
    the time", he said.
    	I couldn't tell if he was pulling my leg or what, so I just went
    along with it, and said it's worth a try, secretly hoping that we would
    go through with it, but acting as if we were just kidding around.
    	Bobby said, "Would you know how to put a diaper on, Jeff". I just
    loved it when I heard him mention my name.
    	"Uh, no, I don't think so,", I replied.
    	"Well, I know my Mom wouldn't mind diapering you", he said, I
    know in jest.
    	With that, my face turned beet red, and he just laughed at being
    able to get to me so easily.
    	"Just kidding!", he said, "I've got some thick pull-up diapers
    that don't need diaper pins, and they are too big for me, but should
    fit you just right. I only use them when I am double diapered, like
    going on a trip or something."
    	"Won't everybody know that I am wearing diapers?", I asked.
    	"Only if you tell them", he replied, "With all the ski clothes
    you will have on, anybody would be hard pressed to tell what you are
    wearing underneath".
    	"Of course", he added, " You will have to become a diaper nerd
    like me!".
    	I gave him a half hearted jab to the stomach and playfully gave
    him a shove, and then added, "You, my friend, are definitely not a
    nerd, anything but".
    	Of course, from then on, I couldn't think of anything else, but
    the ski trip. Even Christmas, my favorite holiday was no match for the
    ski trip to the north woods.
    	I gave Bobby a small statue that said "The world's greatest kid",
    as a Christmas present. It didn't cost much, but it said what I wanted
    it to say, and I was surprised when he had a present for me, a book
    about American's greatest football players, and I will always treasure
    it. Of course, the best present I could have ever gotten was the ski
    trip.
    	I won't mention how many times I fell on the bunny slope at the
    ski lodge. I won't tell how awkward it was for me to even stand up on
    the skis. After all, a guy has to have some pride. On the other hand,
    Bobby was a ski master, just like he was a math master. He could have
    easily been skiing on the intermediate slope or even the expert slope,
    but he stayed on the bunny slope with me. I think he enjoyed having the
    upper hand on me, but then again, he always had the upper hand on me.
    But it pleased me to see him laugh every time I fell, and I don't think
    he minded one bit including skiing in his tutoring of me. Of course, I
    did have to throw a few snowballs at him, just to remind him who was
    boss. In reality, we knew who was boss, and it wasn't me.
    	I did wear the pull-up diapers and some plastic pants to go over
    them. At first, I only did it at night, and I did have difficulty using
    them. The first night, when I woke up, I had to go pee, and I just
    couldn't do it in the diapers. So I had to stand up, close my eyes, and
    pretend I was standing at the john, and then I peed the diapers. I
    can't tell you how wonderful it felt. I was feeling guilty about it,
    but it felt wonderful. When I had finished, I guess I had awakened
    Bobby, and he asked if everything was OK, and I said yes, but that I
    had gone to the bathroom in my diapers. He asked if I needed some dry
    ones, and I said I don't think so, they didn't feel that bad (hell, it
    felt wonderful), and we both went back to sleep.
    	The first day, during the day, I didn't wear diapers, but when I
    needed to pee, it was a nuisance getting in and out of my clothes, from
    that day on, I wore diapers and plastic pants the rest of the time.
    	Did we ever have fun! It was the funnest (is that a word?) time I
    have ever had. We laughed, we played, we had snowball fights, we built
    snowmen, we even did some snow angels which I got pictures of. If
    heaven were any better than this, I couldn't imagine it. I liked the
    feeling of security the diapers gave me, I liked the sharing of this
    intimate part with Bobby, I liked them when I wet them, I liked them
    when I changed into dry ones, I liked it seeing Bobby in his diapers at
    night when we went to bed. I liked seeing me in diapers with Bobby. I
    can't explain it, but I liked it.
    	The fun went on for six full days. I was sorry that it had to end
    on the last night there, but there is one incident that happened that
    night that I feel obliged to relate. I felt that I should probably skip
    this part, because it was a moment of intimacy that to this day, I
    don't fully understand, but then again, it was one of those defining
    moments of my life up to this day.
    	It just so happened on this night, that a storm had been brewing
    all day, and finally hit us that night. Lots of lightning, thunder,
    wind, and hail! Doesn't seem possible, does it, but it happened. To me,
    I wasn't very much concerned, we were in a cabin, well protected, well
    heated, and actually, I felt very safe and secure.
    	Not so, Bobby. For the first time since the initial meeting with
    those dumb jerks who pulled down his pants and exposed his diaper, I
    saw Bobby very apprehensive. For some reason, the thunder and the
    lightning scared him silly. I told him I thought he was a big baby (I
    am really sorry I told him that), but at the time, I couldn't tell if
    he was serious or just joshing me. He was being serious, and was really
    scared. When we got to bed, after a few minutes, he said "Jeff".
    	I answered, "What?".
    	He said, "Could you......uh....Would you.....uh.....Would you
    mind terribly if I came down and slept with you for awhile?"
    	In Bobby's room, we slept on bunk beds, him on top, me on bottom,
    cause I told him I would hate it if the bed broke and came crashing
    down on him. Since he was lighter, he should sleep on top. Actually, it
    was I who was afraid of sleeping on the top bunk and falling out, but I
    wouldn't tell him that.
    	Anyway, I said, "Sure, buddy, no problem", and he got out of the
    top bunk, and came down and crawled into the space I made for him in my
    bed. The bed wasn't all that big, and the two of us just barely fit,
    but I sure enjoyed feeling his warm body next to mine.
    	We lay there face to face, and he put his arm across my chest,
    and held me tightly, not that I minded at all. How many times I had
    wished that I could just hold and hug him, and I knew that I would
    cherish the moment forever.
    	As the thunder subsided, he became more comfortable and secure,
    and started drifting off to sleep. I was getting drowsy myself, and
    knew that before long, I would be heading for na-na land. It was so
    peaceful, and so loving, that I wished the moment would last forever. I
    felt Bobby as he was falling asleep, I don't know how, the breathing
    changes or something, only I knew that he had fallen asleep, and a very
    strange thing happened.
    	Bobby took one of my hands and placed it between his legs on his
    diaper, and I felt him wetting his diaper. I couldn't feel the wetness,
    only the friction that his wetting had on the diapers and plastic
    pants. When his wetting stopped, I continued holding him in that
    position for what seemed like several minutes. He was getting hard and
    so was I. Eventually, he turned over so this back was to me, and
    started a gently snoring very peacefully. My thingie in my diapers was
    ready to explode, but eventually, that too passed, and I fell into a
    deep sleep. I didn't wake up at all that night, but when morning came,
    and I did awake, my diapers were wet, and I couldn't even remember when
    I wet them. I thought to myself, had I made myself incontinent this
    week, and would I have to wear diapers the rest of my life. Of course,
    there are worse things than that, but those were my thoughts.
    	When Bobby awoke, there was no mention of what went on the night
    before. He just said, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you, Sorry I
    was such a baby".
    	I told him, "Well, you are not a baby, you just wear diapers like
    a baby", and I laughed. He punched me in the stomach, and he surprised
    me with his strength. Of course, I pretended that I didn't even feel
    it.
    	We went home that day, and back to school after New Year's. Each
    of us went back to our separate lives, although every Monday, we would
    walk together to his house. My parents invited Bobby over for dinner
    several times, and to my Dad, Bobby was the little hero who saved his
    son. How come, all these guys forgot the time that I saved him? Not
    true, Bobby was a hero, my hero. And I often had dinner with his folks.
    I told them that they should be awfully proud of their boy, and they
    said that they were.
    	I knew then that we could never be best friends, and I accepted
    it, because that's just the way things are. Bobby liked drama, music,
    art, and books. I liked sports, competition, games and TV. I also knew
    that perhaps in time, we would go our separate ways, and I accepted
    that too. As I tell this story, I think that this is a good place to
    end it, but I know that even though a story ends, it is really only the
    beginning of another story, and I hope to tell that story as well.
    	I am still confused about the whole encounter, and my feelings,
    and my doubts, and my concerns. I sometimes wish that there was
    somebody that you could explain all these things to, and not be
    considered queer or a dork or a nerd. Somebody who would understand
    what is happening and explain it to you. Somebody that would understand
    and not judge you, and not feel bad about you, and still love you.
    Maybe, that's God, I just don't know........
    	I never did wear diapers again that year, although I did dream
    and fantasize about them. I wanted to wear them again especially when I
    went to bed, but I was afraid to buy them or have my parents find out
    about them. I guess I could have asked Bobby to loan me some again when
    I went over on Monday afternoons to play video games, but it never came
    up again, and I didn't feel right pressing it. Although we weren't
    fated to be best friends, I am positive we will always remain good
    friends, and I don't want to wish for more right now.

    Chapter 7/1-- Conclusion -- The End or A Beginning? -------------------

    	Hi, My name is Jeff. I am going into my Junior year at St.
    Bruno's High. I am on the football team and this year I hope to make
    first string. I can run pretty good when my teammates knock down those
    other guys who are trying to kill me. Well, this story is not about
    football. I don't really know what it is about. Last year was an
    amazing year, when I met this fantastic little kid named Bobby. I
    thought I was doing him a favor, but it turned out he was doing all the
    favors. But the story is not really about him, either.
    	I guess it is just about growing up..............................