Dante's Desires

****This story involves gay diaper love between an adult and a minor, if this does not meet with your approval, then please leave now. If, however, it does, then please read on, I hope that you enjoy it. As always, this is a love story, not just a friction story, though it does have some nice sex scenes in it, just not a lot. I write for myself and share it with others, not because I need your feedback, but because I know there are many out there that enjoy this sort of thing, and there are so few writers doing this. That means I do not need your feedback to continue writing, the story is already complete, I do not need your feedback to post more chapters, I will do so anyway, and I don't need your feedback to stroke my ego, but it certainly never hurt anyone either, so, should you wish to do so, feel free to let me know what you thought of this story at erich5748 at ymail.com. Constructive criticism is always appreciated of course, but no flames please. Thanks, and I hope that you enjoy.****

Summer holiday's just started for the kids in school, but Jon was no longer excited for that. Today is July fifteenth, possibly the most difficult day of the year for Jon. It used to spell the beginning of summer and his little boys birthday, but no more. Instead, today, Jon woke up crying, had breakfast crying, skipped lunch crying, and sat in his sons bedroom, crying. At just after three in the afternoon, he heard the doorbell ring. He thought about ignoring it, but figured it would probably be his parents, even though he had told them time and time again to not bother coming over on this particular day. He wiped the tears from his eyes and went downstairs to the front door.

Jon opened the door, and instead of finding his parents there, he found the twelve year old boy, Dante, from down the street. As soon as Dante saw Jon though, he could tell that it was really not a good time.

“Oh, sorry Jon, it's not a good time, I'll come back later.” He said politely.

“It's okay Dante, what were you wanting today?” He asked, still sounding a little as if he were crying.

“Oh, um, well, here.” He said, passing over a single sheet paper that had been printed out. “It's a flyer, I'm trying to earn some money this summer.” He said.

“Yes, I can see that, you did a good job on it. So, odd jobs, babysitting, lawn mowing, whatever huh.” He smiled weakly to the cute little boy that was far smaller than his years suggested he should be.

“Thanks, yeah, pretty much anything I can do to earn a few bucks.”

“Is she getting hard on you again?”

“Yeah, unbearable.”

“You should call child services, and if you show up here with any more bruises, I will.”

“I can't, I don't wanna leave here, I'll deal with it and earn as much as I can so that I can escape when the time's right.”

“That's no way to live Dante, you know that, I've told you this before.”

“I know, I just don't wanna leave here. So, do you have anything that you need done that I could make money on?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I really should be cleaning out my basement. Today's not a good day, but why not come over first thing tomorrow morning and we'll see what we can do.”

“Thanks Jon, it means a lot to me. You know, you're really my only friend around here.” He smiled happily and turned and walked away.

It had been almost a year ago that Dante had moved into the neighborhood, and right away he took a liking to the man down the street. Jon was his name, he was friendly and never talked down to him. Dante is a very small boy, teased mercilessly at school because of that, as well the fact that he looked more than just a little girly. He is quite bright though and does not let them hurt him, though some days it does, and he goes home and cries. He does not let that show at school though.

It was only a couple months after having moved in that Jon noticed an odd shaped bruise on Dante's neck, and when asked about it, Dante had tried to lie, but Jon could easily tell it was a hand print that went around it. When Jon pulled his shirt away a little to look closer, he also saw bruising on the poor boys back. Jon made Dante spill his secrets, and Jon found that Dante was being cruelly treated by his drunken mother. He had called on her the very next day and told her that if he ever saw another bruise on Dante, that the cops would be the next people to visit her. He did not like child abusers, and he very much let her know this.

Still, Dante showed up with bruises, but he always pleaded with Jon to not call the cops, that he would deal with it, that he did not want to move. They had at least become less, and Dante did admit that at least after the talk that his mother was not beating him quite as much, so that was at least good. All he had to do was stay out of her reach when she was drunk and he was good. He could not always do so, mind you, but it was better at any rate.

Jon snapped back to the present and continued his day of misery and despair, barely thinking to have some dinner, before cuddling up with his sons favorite blanky and teddy bears. There he fell fast asleep and slept fitfully until morning.

Almost as soon as he woke up, he had to answer the phone, and then sit there and listen to his mom while she told him again and again that he had to stop crying all day on his birthday and Christmas, so on and so forth, that it had been so long already. Finally he just hung up on her, he really was sick of hearing it. Seconds after hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang, so he went and answered the door.

“Good morning Dante, you're here early.”

“Not too early I hope? You said first thing in the morning, and you always tell me you're up for seven at the latest, so am I, so here I am.”

“No, no, not too early. Have you at least had breakfast?”

“No, wanted to get outta the house before she woke up. She was drinking all night again, so when she wakes up, I don't wanna be anywhere near there.”

“Okay, then you can eat with me. I just got up myself, I actually slept in a bit.”

“Okay, thanks.” He smiled brightly.

They headed to the kitchen and Jon got them both some much needed breakfast and then sat down and ate in companionable silence. Once they were done, Dante grabbed the dishes, like he usually did, and put them in the dishwasher. He had eaten with Jon enough that he just did it automatically now.

“So, what do we need to do in your basement then?”

“Hardly been down there in ten years, so there's lots down there that needs to be cleaned. There's probably lots of stuff that needs to be boxed up and taken to thrift stores as well.”

“Okay, then I'll go get started.”

“I'll be helping you, because I needed help doing it, and there's no way you'd be able to on your own.”

“Oh, okay, go get dressed then and we can get started.”

Jon went and got dressed and then led Dante down to the basement. Dante whistled when they got down there.

“Wow, it's huge down here, and it's really nice. Why don't you come down here any more?”

“Bad memories.”

“Oh. It's really nice though, just like a big play room.”

“That's what it is. Let's get started over here.” He said before Dante could say anything further.

He led the way over to a large closet that was down there and opened it up. The smell of dusty old things assailed them almost instantly. They started pulling things out, so that it could all be organized and done with what was needed. Dante pulled out something though that piqued his curiosity.

“Um, Jon, why are there big kid diapers in here?”

“Huh, oh, I forgot that he always had some down here as well for when he was playing.” He said absentmindedly, getting a far off look in his eyes.

“Jon, do you have a son?” He asked softly.

“Yes and no.” He said, tears already starting.

“Oh, sorry I said anything, I won't say anything more.”

“No, it's okay. Yesterday was his birthday, it's still so hard on me.”

“I didn't know you had a son. How old is he, and where is he now?”

“He'd be twenty two yesterday, but he died ten years ago. He wasn't even twelve. I buried his ashes in our favorite spot on the top of the mountain.” He said, crying.

“Oh Jon, I had no idea. Why didn't you ever tell me before?” He asked softly.

“It's so hard. He was taken from the world so early, he was my special baby boy.”

“He was twelve, and he needed to wear diapers?”

“Yeah, a genetic flaw, and the only reason I don't have to, at least full time, is that I had surgery to repair it, but it's starting to fail again, and they don't think they can fix it this time.”

“Oh. How'd it happen?”

“What, the genetic flaw?”

“No, how'd he die?” He whispered.

“Here, come sit down.” He said and headed to the couch down there, a small cloud of dust exploding as they both sat down.

“My sons name was Dylan, he, like you, was very small, very smart, and very much bullied. He committed suicide when it became too much for him to bear.”

“Oh Jon, I'm so sorry.”

“So am I. Here, read his letter to me.” Jon said, grabbing his wallet and gingerly taking out a neatly folded paper and handed it to Dante.

Dear Daddy:

I know that you love me, and I hope you know I love you so much more, but I just can't do it any more. They're so mean to me, and no matter how much love I feel at home, I still never feel good about myself. They pulled down my pants again today at recess and teased the baby. They were calling me gay baby freak as well. I know I'm gay, and even though you said you'd never stop loving me, I don't know if you can love me for that too. I really am a freak, I really deserve to die, the world really will forever be better without the likes of me in it. I hope that if we ever meet again you'll be able to forgive me for being a freak;

Love Dylan.

“Oh Jon, that's so sad. How'd it happen?”

“It is. The sad thing though is I knew he was gay from the time he was eight. I never brought it up, I wanted him to bring it up to me when he felt comfortable doing it. I always told him, though, that no matter what, I'd love him, I thought he knew that, maybe not enough. How he did it though, he slit his throat, in front of his attackers. He wrote that letter in class, left it on his desk addressed to me, and then went to the front of the class and said he had something to say. The teacher was shocked, he just walked up while she was talking, and he interrupted her and asked her to sit down. He was so shy that she was shocked he would ever do such a thing.”

“Oh my god, that's horrible.”

“Yeah. The teacher told me what he said though. He stood there in front of everyone in his class, cool as can be, and then started. He said; Several of you've made my life a living hell here, (pointing out each one of them and naming every one of the cruel things that each of them did to him) and you thought it was funny. I have to wear diapers, and yes, I am gay too. I've complained to the teachers and the principal here for years about all of you, but no one will ever believe me, because I'm just a freak. May my blood forever be on your hands, may you never hurt another with the vision of me in your heads. And then he pulled out a knife and did it, right there. The teacher tried to do something, but there was simply nothing anyone could've done for him.”

“What happened to the kids that hurt him, and the teachers that ignored him?”

“One of the boys committed suicide not long after actually, said he couldn't live with what he'd done. He was possibly the worst of them though, so really, I didn't feel bad for him. The rest of the kids though, after serious therapy, came to me and apologized. Granted, most of that was because I totally wasted their parents, told them that I'd complained to them time and time again about their children bullying Dylan, and that had they raised their children properly, my son would not be dead, and that his blood was on their hands as much as it was their children's, and I hoped that they felt as good about what happened as their children did, because they were all worse than maggots to me. Not one of them said a word to me as I was yelling at them. Adults and children alike, I blamed every last one of them for the death of my son, and that if it were up to me, they'd all be in jail, because it was murder, plain and simple. I sued every last one of them too, most of them lost their houses and most of their possessions, and I donated it all to suicide prevention.”

“One of the boys, he came to me the next day, well before I berated everyone, and fell to my feet crying, saying he was so sorry that he'd hurt my son. He told me everything that he'd done and why, begged me to spank him, whip him, hurt him for what he'd done, that he deserved it. I was still in shock that day, and I admit it wasn't right, but I did spank him, I spanked him so hard. Then I broke down and hugged him and cried and cried and cried. I hadn't cried yet, I was still in shock. He cried too, thanked me for punishing him like his parents should've when I'd complained to them about his bullying. He's the only one I still have contact with.”

“In fact, his son was born only two months ago, and he came to me the next day and asked me for my blessing to name his son Dylan, in memory of my son. I said yes, and we cried together a lot. Such a beautiful little boy too, just like my Dylan.”

“Oh Jon, I'm so sorry for that, why didn't you ever tell me before?”

“You didn't need to know. Just, just do me one favour though please?”

“What, anything!”

“If you ever feel like death would be better, come and see me, please, I can't stand to see another child die like that.”

“I promise. I've never thought about it though, even with my mother the way she is, and the kids at school teasing me because I'm so small and pretty. You didn't hate your son for being gay, but would you hate me if I were?”

“No, and are you finally ready to say it out loud?”

“What do you mean?”

“I've known you were gay since the day we first met, but you've never actually told anyone before, have you?”

“No, but how'd you know?”

“Same way you know I am, or at least suspect, now that you heard I had a son.”

“Oh. I sorta always thought you were as well, I almost told you a dozen times or more that I was afraid I was, I'd hoped that you'd be able to help me. So, how'd you have a son then?”

“Decided to see what it was like. I was eighteen, she was seventeen, she was on birth control, I thought she wouldn't be able to get pregnant, but she did. She wanted to adopt the baby out, said she wasn't ready to be a mom, but I said I'd take him or her. I was already second year university, I'd started when I was sixteen. I knew then that I was gay, but I tried hiding it, so yeah, I had sex with one girl and came out of the closet the very next day to everyone I knew. My parents actually still don't really admit that I'm gay, they just say I had a kid, so I must be straight. 'Whatever,' I say. So, how long have you known you were gay then?”

“I think I started to understand it when I was about eight or nine. I think my mom started to suspect it then too, because that's when the beatings started.”

“Oh, has she ever said she was gonna beat the gay outta you?”

“No, not specifically. She's said she'd make a man outta me though, so pretty much the same thing.”

“That's sick.”

“I know. So, your son had to wear diapers, and you'd have to too had you not had surgery. What's wrong?”

“Weak bladder muscles, don't stay properly or fully closed. Mine's already been repaired three times, but it's starting to get bad again, so I have to wear diapers to bed and a guard during the day. Dylan had been the same, and he was scheduled to have the operation done as well when he was ten, but admitted to me that he loved diapers and didn't wanna give em up, so we canceled the surgery. To tell the truth though, I probably woulda done the same thing at his age, except my parents said I was having the surgery and that was it.”

“Oh, he loved diapers, and you sorta do too?”

“Yeah, but I don't any more, I don't really love anything any more.”

“That's too bad. I'm a bed wetter, did you know that?”

“Yeah, actually I did. You don't shower every morning after you wet the bed, do you?”

“No, most mornings I just wanna get outta the house as fast as I can.”

“Yeah, I know, but I've smelled it on you several times, this morning, for instance. Have the kids at school noticed as well?”

“Yeah, they call me bed wetter too when they can't think of anything better to call me.”

“You'll fit those diapers, take them home and get some good night sleeps then. There's more upstairs as well in Dylan's bedroom that you can have as well.”

“Um, thanks, I think.” He blushed madly.

“It's okay, really it is. Trust me, I know far better than most do, I was a constant bed wetter most of my life 'til I was ten, and then even several times since then. Trust me, diapers are a far better solution than cold wet beds. I can almost guarantee that you'll like them far more.”

“Oh, but these are tape on diapers, I have no idea how to even do that?”

“It's not hard to figure out, you'll manage just fine.”

“Would you, you know, would you diaper me and teach me how to?” He asked, his blush now reaching maximum level.

“No Dante, it wouldn't be right. Besides, it's morning, you don't need diapers during the day, so you don't need one on now, and once it's on, there's little point taking it back off 'til it's full anyway, since they rarely, if ever, go back on properly.”

“Oh, okay.” He said, sounding a little crushed.

Jon all of a sudden started to see something that should have been painfully obvious long before then, but Dante loved him and wanted to start something, but did not know how. He felt that that would explain why Dante always made excuses to come over. He admitted that the young boy was beautiful, there was no denying that, he admitted that he did have feelings for the boy, but were they the same as what Dante felt, he had no idea.

“You'll be fine, I promise. Come on, I spent all day yesterday crying, I see little point in doing so again today, so let's get back to work.”

Dante hopped up and took the pack of diapers to the bottom of the stairs and left them there for the time being, figuring that he would decide later if he wanted to try it out. An hour or so later, Dante finally made up his mind, and said he had to go to the bathroom, so, while Jon continued to work, he headed upstairs, grabbing the pack of diapers on the way.

As he made it to the bathroom, his hands were shaking so bad that he was not entirely convinced that he could go through with it now, but he pushed on and did what he knew he had to do. He had to feel the thick soft diaper, he could not explain why. He also knew that he wanted Jon to see him like that, and even felt that Jon would appreciate it, but again, he could not explain why that was. He was beyond nervous, but when he looked down, he could clearly see that he was very excited. His young twelve year old penis was at full mast and was pushing out, quite obscenely, his satiny shorts that he was wearing. They had the built in net underwear for swimming, but did nothing to hide when a boy was happy, as they so clearly showed then.

He closed and locked the bathroom door, and then stripped off both his shirt and his shorts, leaving him fully exposed. Doing what all boys do in such a situation, he reached down and petted his pride and joy, his best friend, and he sighed deeply. He was just a tiny bit better than four inches long and about as thick as the average adults finger, his young soft sack was starting to drop and was still completely hairless, he did have just a few downy soft hairs above his penis now though, and he stroked them lovingly, petting himself there as well. There was a hint of a bubble of precum gathered just at the tip where his ample foreskin was pulled back to reveal just the very tip of his angry purple head. He still does not cum fully, but when he strokes himself now, just a tiny jet of clear, satiny smooth liquid erupts from Dante's Peak, and he loves the sweet flavour of himself.

Tearing himself away from what would have probably become an amazing jack off session, Dante pulled from the pack one of the very thick diapers and opened it up. He felt the soft plastic backing, the softer still inner material, and just how thick it truly felt. His erection, for some strange reason, liked this a lot and jumped madly as he was caressing the diaper. As the package fell away, Dante noticed the back of it and saw that there were instructions printed on how to change ones own diaper, so he read them and then followed them. Within only a few seconds he was diapered very thickly. His erection, though, was still poking past the top of his diaper band, and when he looked in the mirror, he could not help but groan. For some strange reason, he felt he looked amazing like this, far better than he had ever felt he looked before. Now he looked like the baby he was always teased for being by his mom and classmates, that he always felt he truly was.

Without even thinking of it, Dante felt that he had to do it, he left the bathroom in only the thick diaper, his erection still exposed ever so slightly from the top. He headed all the way downstairs to find Jon. Jon was still buried in the closet when he entered, but a light cough from Dante alerted him that he was there. Jon backed out and turned around, and then dropped the stack of toys that had been in his hands.

“My god Dante, you're beautiful like that.” He said after a few seconds of trying to make his mouth wet enough to talk.

“Thanks. Are you wearing a diaper right now as well?”

“Yes, I have to most days now, but if I'm working, I better or I'll forget to pay attention and pee my pants.” He said quickly.

“Strip down to just your baby diaper too, I wanna see you like this as well.”

“I shouldn't Dante. I know what you want, I can see it clearly in your eyes, as well the fact that you're very hard and exposed.”

“Yes, you should. I've loved you from the first day I met you, I think you've loved me too. I want you to teach me all there is to know.”

“I know as much as you know. I've had sex exactly once, it was with a female, it'll never be repeated, otherwise I'm a virgin, same as you.”

“Even better then. Come on, please?” He whispered.

Instead of waiting for a response, Dante stepped forth and started unbuttoning Jon's pants, and once the buttons were taken care of, his pants fell to the ground. Jon was wearing a diaper shirt that snapped in the crotch, so Dante took care of the snaps next and then helped Jon from that and his over shirt. Within a few seconds, it was just the two of them standing there in only their diapers. Jon was just a little wet, Dante had not peed at all yet. Jon was every bit as hard as Dante was though, but he was not poking out the top of his diaper, he was, however, pushing quite the impressive lump though.

“Wow, you're beautiful as well.”

“Thanks.” Jon whispered.

“Lay down please?”

“No Dante, we can't do anything, I'll hurt you, someone will find out and I'll go to jail, we can't do this.”

“I don't want you to make love to me, yet, I wanna love you first, we'll take our time, but no one will ever find out, I promise. Now, lay down, I wanna press our diapers together and kiss you like I've dreamed of doing for so long.”

Jon had no power to stop what was happening and, of its own accord, apparently, Jon's body betrayed him and laid down, even though his mind kept screaming stop. Once he was down, Dante crawled on top of him and, as promised, pressed their diapers together, which in turn, of course, pressed their diapered erections together, and then a second later, he pressed their lips together, and they both learned all about kissing.

Not even thirty seconds was all it took for both of them to reach their peaks and they came at the same time. Dante slumped down onto Jon, Jon had slumped further into the floor as soon as his orgasm let him go, and now Dante's face was pressed into his neck. They both sighed deeply.

“Wow, that was amazing.” Dante said a few seconds later.

“Yeah. We didn't even do anything really and it was at least a hundred times better than the one time I had sex.”

“Good. Well, should we get back to work now then?”

“Yeah, we better.” Jon sighed deeply, contentedly.

They worked for the rest of the day, stopping to have lunch and dinner together, and they kissed and rubbed diapers three more times before Dante decided to head home for the day. He changed his very wet diaper before leaving, saying that he had definitely enjoyed wearing all day, took only one with him for the night, just in case he had to change before bed, and then headed out with a kiss and a promise to come back over first thing the following morning.