Oliver and Owen

****Warning, this story contains scenes of gay adult youth erotica, diaper wearing and piss usage, mild piss play, and other such taboo. Should this story not be legal or to your tastes, then I urge you to leave, however, should you wish to continue reading, then I hope that you enjoy it. As always, I would love to hear your comments on this or any of my stories, so email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. Please remember that Nifty is a free site, and relies on donations from their users to keep going, please do what you can, as I do. If you would be interested in reading more of my stories, they are all at Nifty in the prolific authors section under EricH. Please enjoy.****

A bit of a back story before you start to read my tale that this back story inspired. Every year I go camping for at least one week, and maybe once or twice during a weekend. This year, due to the fact that I now have 3 weeks vacation, as well as I managed to save a decent amount for vacations this year, I decided to splurge, and during my second camping trip, I actually went and stayed at an RV Resort. It was nice in some ways, but I do prefer camping out in the bush near a lake or river as I usually do.

On my last day, I got to meet a stunning boy. Don't get me wrong, there were hundreds of stunning boys running around endlessly, the visions I had were orgasmic to say the least, but this boy was different. I had seen him around a few times throughout the week, but on my last day, I actually got to talk to him. I went to the pool first thing as soon as it opened, I don't like being around a lot of people, so I usually went first thing, and late, to prevent having too many people around me, which was nice.

He was there just after the pool opened as well, wearing the same shorts I had seen him in every other time; they were short, blue, and very tight. I am guessing that they fit him last year or so. I went and sat in the hot tub, and he ended up there as well. I asked him why he was alone, because the resort had a strict policy of no one under the age of twelve was allowed in the pool without adult supervision, and that I figured him for about seven. He said he just turned nine, that his dad is working on the nearby highway project and they are staying in the resort, so he's alone during the day.

I did not ask about a mom, or why his dad felt it was okay to leave his barely nine year old boy alone during the day. I found out his name was Owen. He was a very shy boy, but once he started talking, it was like he was never talked to, and he talked to me almost non stop for well over an hour, until I had to go pack up to leave, unfortunately. He looked crushed when I told him that unfortunately I have to go pack up and leave, he said he had enjoyed talking to someone, because he almost never talks, but I made him feel like he could talk.

I wanted to hug him so badly, I cannot even begin to say. I wanted to bring him home with me, and had I asked, he might have done it, no one would have ever known either, there were hundreds of people leaving at the same time. And so, Owen, I write this for you.

Now for the story, sadly all in my head, I dreamed it last night, envisioning Owen in those amazing shorts.

My name is Oliver, I am the proud owner of a fairly good sized RV Resort, with golf course, cabins, and hotel. It is all on the same large acreage in a beautiful sunny mountain valley. I have two hundred and fifty full hookup RV sites, one hundred tent sites, twenty five cabins, and twenty hotel rooms. There are a few hundred chalets in the mountains around me, most of them are only part time occupants, but there are a couple hundred year round permanent residents, and so, when I made my resort, I also included a really nice store, so that they could get groceries and the likes, without having to drive the twenty minutes into town. Sure, I charge a little more than those stores do, but not much, I try to stay competitive, so that the locals shop with me instead.

I do almost all my business right in my store, so that I do not have to have too many extra employees, and I use computers to my advantage to help in this as well. Much of the customers who come to stay in my resort can check in right at the terminals, and only have to see me for payments, as well to buy whatever they want and or need. Same with the golf course, and the cabins I rent out, mostly done on computer to save me work.

I keep really good stock on all the essentials and pretty much anything and everything camping related, and groceries, and I am the only local alcohol store as well. Because I always have lots of kids in my resort, as well in the hotel and the cabins, I have always kept a really good stock of all the necessary diapers, including Goodnites, Underjams, and swim diapers, you name it, I have it. I actually sell them quite well, and considering I am a full blown diaper lover, and wear all day every day myself for pleasure, I notice this, a lot, and always try and get faces to go with the diapers that go out, and so many cute boys get their diapers.

Because I am always busy doing something or another, and cannot always be front and centre in the store, sometimes the store can be left unattended for a few minutes, but usually any longer and I have one of my many employees watch over it. On one of my computers, customers can request items that they would like me to carry, and several months ago I got a request to start stocking the Pampers in the size seven, which I had never carried, due to the fact that no one had ever asked for it before, so I did. I kept having to replace them, yet my sales history is still showing that only one package has been sold, to a shockingly cute little five year old boy who had been in a wheelchair. So, I wondered who was stealing them.

Of course, given how large my store is, and how many people come through it, theft has always been a concern, but not normally huge. Summer is of course the worst, but there are hundreds of people in and out every day, the rest of the year, not so much. I used to notice that the Pampers size six would get stolen, but not any more, so whomever was stealing them clearly outgrew them, and that same person clearly asked for the size seven. Summer has just started, so during the weekend it is quite busy, but during the week, it can get quiet, so I have lots of time to do other things. The problem, I know of no one that has a baby that is anywhere near that size. I decided to keep a careful watch, and try and determine when the thief was taking them, and then go back on the video to see who it was.

This morning I struck gold. I know for a fact that this morning there were four packs of Pampers size seven on the shelf, and now, only an hour later, I have three. I had had to step out of the store for only a few minutes, so clearly someone is paying close attention, and whipped in and out in only five minutes and took them. So, I went over the tapes, and found the culprit.

A little more than a year ago, a man and his young son moved into an old cabin up in the woods behind my property. It has no power or running water, but the creek is right there, and I know it has an outhouse. It was an old trappers cabin that was in surprisingly good condition, considering I have no idea how old it could be. I had checked it out once years ago, not long after I bought the property and started doing all the work to make it into what it is today. It had an old wood stove in it, a couple bedrooms, and the walls were reasonably tight and sound, as was the old tin roof on it. The man was quiet, would come into the store for supplies occasionally, and worked for me from time to time, whenever he needed money and/or supplies. He was surprisingly handy, and could fix nearly anything I set him to, so I usually had more than enough for him to do when he came asking, and he was a good worker, never shirked from his duties, just put his head down and worked hard to get it done, rarely ever talking to anyone. I paid him well for his services, because this is what I like in an employee.

His son, I had seen in the store maybe three or four times in the little bit more than a year that they had lived there, but I know he comes and uses my showers a couple times a week, same as his dad does, and I let them without complaint. I do see him around and playing with the other kids quite frequently though. I once asked his dad why they were out living the way they do, and he said he just wanted a simple life for he and his boy. I think he lied to me, he would not look me in the eye as he said it. Personally I think he is on the run. I had only accidentally found out the name of the little boy not all that long ago, Owen, though I have never talked to him.

He now appears to be late six years old, or maybe early seven. Clearly he does not go to school. He is quite small, but has a nice little body on him. Lithe and fit, willowy some might even call him. He has short light brown hair that his dad somehow seems to keep cut quite well, the most amazing looking large stormy gray blue eyes I have ever seen, a cute little button nose, tiny cleft on his chin, and slightly crooked, yet nice white teeth. His clothes are always second hand, yet still good, so clearly his father cares for him, otherwise I would have called the cops. Sometimes the clothes are a little on the small side, but manage to make him look better.

For the next several days, I watched for Owen, and the first time I saw him wandering about, I was lucky enough to be out of the store, I had one of my employees watching it for me. As soon as he saw me, though, he looked away and pretended not to see me, well, I have a very good reason to speak to him, so, I started my plan. It is just after noon.

“Owen, come here please, I need to talk to you.”

He looked at me like a deer in the headlights, he went ash white almost instantly, and I can see a tear already trying to escape.

“I....I....I haveta head back home.” He stuttered.

“No, I don't think so, your dad's not even home, he's working in my shop right now. You're not in any trouble, yet, and you have nothing to fear, I do wanna talk to you though, but in private, so come with me please, and please don't make me ask again.” I said softly, and then turned and walked toward the main house.

I know he is following me, I can still hear him sniffling, he knows deep down that he has been caught, and I can only assume he knows how bad running would be right now. I led him right to my own suite, and then sat down, and motioned for him to sit on the couch. He did so without saying anything.

“You know you've been caught, don't you?”

He nodded, not looking at me, clearly ashamed at what I know he has done.

“You know that stealing's bad, don't you?”

He nodded again.

“Clearly you either want and/or need diapers, does your dad know?”

He shook his head no.

“You still wet the bed and needed diapers, but were too ashamed to tell your dad?”

He nodded.

“How long have you been hiding it from him?”

“Since I was six?”

“Oh, so only for a year or so!”

“No, three, I just turned nine.”

“Oh, thought you were only like seven.”

“Yeah, kinda small.”

“So, what do you think we needta do now Owen?”

“You haveta tell my daddy, don't you?”

“You don't want me to, though, do you?”

“No, please, he was so proud of me when I stopped peepeeing the bed, but I never did, I just started wearing diapers. I'll be in so much trouble for lying and stealing.”

“But you did do both, though, didn't you?”

“Yes.” He whispered shamefully.

“I won't tell your daddy, but there's a catch.”

“What, I'll do anything.”

“Good. First and foremost, you haveta work to pay off the diapers you stole, and from now on, when you need new diapers, you come to me and work them off. That's for the cost of the diapers that you've taken, but, you owe me for actually stealing from me, as well as not telling your daddy.”

“What do I owe you, I'll do whatever I can?”

“I wanna see you in your super soggy baby diapers, I wanna take pictures of you in them. From time to time, I'll also wanna see you in them again, and take more pictures of you in them. I'd even liketa change your super soggy baby diapers for you, I'll wash you down, lotion and cream you up, and then diaper you up nice and thick, and then get you dressed again.”

“You mean it.” He whispered hoarsely, almost huskily.

My god, he is a full on baby boy diaper lover as well, and I think probably gay too, though I have had my suspicions there as well, but then, so am I.

“Yes. So, why'd you take baby diapers instead of the Goodnites?” I asked, I want to confirm my new found suspicions.

“Okay, I'll do it.” He said almost instantly. “Because I wanted baby diapers.” He whispered, again not looking at me.

“That's what I thought. You're a baby boy diaper lover, aren't you?”

“Yes.” He whispered again.

“Good, so am I, so I think we're gonna get along quite well from now on.”

“Really, you are?”

“Sure am.”

“Can, can I change your super soggy baby diaper too?”

“I'd very much like that.”

“Me too.” He said, sounding exceptionally horny now.

From the look of his nice tight shorts, he is very horny too. I can see that he is fully hard, and it looks as if he has nothing to be ashamed of, being such a small nine year old, because he does not appear to be as small as I remember being at that age. Good, that reaction bodes very well for the both of us.

“You know you're gay already too, don't you?”

“Yeah, but I think you are too.”

“I think you're right. How'd a nine year old get to know he was gay already?” I asked curiously.

“I've played with a few older boys the past few months. One of them loved that I was a diaper lover as well. I snuck into his tent at night, and he diaper fucked me. It was so amazing.”

“Wow, that's hot. How old was he, and was he diapered as well?”

“Yeah, it was, and not the first time, but I came and took one of your four packs of Goodnites, and snuck it into his tent with a note, saying to be wearing and soggy, and that if he was, that he'd get to properly diaper fuck me. He was fourteen.”

“And was he.”

“Oh yeah. I saw him a little later, and told him I left him a surprise in his tent, and when he went to check, he came back and said he would be, and boy was he. When I got to his tent that night, he was a super soggy baby boy, and he diaper fucked my super soggy baby diapered bum. He filled me full of cum and piss, and I got to diaper fuck him too, and I peepeed in his baby boy pussy as well.”

“Very nice. How'd you learn about all this?”

“I know the code for the members lounge, and I sometimes go and read stories on the computers at night or in the morning before you get up. I also love to look at all the pictures and watch all the videos.”

“Very naughty. How does your dad not know you've disappeared at night.”

“He's not always there. Most nights I'm all alone, sometimes days at a time.”

“Oh, and you know where he's at and what he's doing too, don't you?”

“Yeah. At least most of it. I've asked him to stop, cause I don't want him to get in trouble, but I think that's why we moved all the way out here, 'cause he is anyway. I know he loves me, he tells me all the time that I'm the reason he does what he hasta do to make a living, that he wouldn't if he could, but that he hasta provide for me. Not sure what he's talking about though, when he works for you, he makes good money, and he doesn't haveta go out for a long time after that, and you always seemta have lotsa work for him.”

“He's lying to you about needing to, clearly he likes doing it too. I don't wanna know what he's doing, I don't care. He could easily work full time for me, but he only wants to work part time, cash under the table, because he doesn't want his name anywhere.”

“That's what I kinda thought too.”

“So, will you come over when you wake up tomorrow morning and let me strip you down to your soggy baby diaper, take pictures of you, and then let me diaper and dress you again?”

“Yes, and then I'll work in the store all day to help pay for being a bad baby boy.”

“I think we're both gonna be exceptionally happy tomorrow then. Now, however, I haveta go get to work.”

“Okay, can I come and start working now?”

“Okay.”

I led Owen down to the store, told my employee that I had the store, and asked her to go ahead and start cleaning the washrooms, since that is mostly her job, cleaning. It's a full time job, for six people. I have a lot to clean.

I told Owen what I wanted him to do first, and he got to work right away. I went and found him the smallest work shirt that I have, as well I grabbed him a pair of plain black shorts that are his size. He will be slightly swimming in the shirt, but the shorts will fit well.

“Here Owen, if you're gonna be working here, you need the proper clothes, so go change, okay.”

“I'd rather you changed me, and maybe even diapered me.” He grinned and blushed lightly.

Well, I just went stupidly hard.

“Okay.” I said with an absurdly dry mouth.

I went and locked the door, turned the sign saying that I would be back in ten minutes, and then took Owen to the back and to my own private office and bathroom, where I have a change table and everything needed. I grabbed a pack of diapers from the shelf on our way past.

“Are you sure about this Owen?”

“Oh yes. And if you need a soggy baby bum change, I'd really liketa change you now too.”

“Okay.” I am getting soggy, so I could stand to be changed.

I knelt down and started stripping Owen of all his clothes, until he is standing before me naked and hard, wearing only a pair of socks and a smile. His little erection is nearly eight centimeters long I figure, probably a nice thick six or seven around, which is pretty good for a baby boy his age if my guess is right, his foreskin is long and puckered at the end, still enshrouding his little dick head. He has a slight upward and left curve to his dick, and it is marred by absolutely no hair at all. His little balls are dangling nicely, a nice little mouthful if I have ever seen one, and he looks stunningly delicious.

“Oh my, you are gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” He whispered huskily again.

I picked him up, set him on the change table, and then spun him around so that I can diaper him up good and proper. I ripped open the pack of Pampers, pulled one out, the scent assailing my nose with that scent that is a pure aphrodisiac to me, and only one thing makes it better, and that is pressing my nose to it while a boy is still wearing it, and he has wet it perfectly and properly. Sadly I have only done that once before, and I did not get to enjoy anything else.

I opened up and slipped under his amazing little pert baby bum the fresh diaper, and he lifted up properly for me to do so. He damn near poked me in the nose with his erection, we both groaned from it.

I then squirted far more baby lotion into my hand than I strictly needed, rubbed it for a second to warm it up, and then went in with shaking hands and started lotioning Owen up fully and completely. He grunted and sighed as I started massaging his little erection, and opened up his legs and lifted his baby bum, so that I could get his baby bum hole too, and so, I started lotioning that with my other hand as well. I am now pretending to baby lotion who appears to be a very willing little baby boy. I know what he wants, and though I am very willing to give it to him, we do not have time for that yet, and so, I tear my hands away.

I grab the diaper rash cream next, and apply it liberally as well, also having to tear my hands away before I go too far, and take what I know is being freely given. I do not want it like this though, hurried and in mad lust. I want my first time to be special, and it will be my first time, and I know for a fact that my first time will be with Owen, because clearly he wants it every bit as much as I do.

I pull up and tape closed the thick baby diaper, and then pat the front, which must have been all that Owen could take, because he exploded in a fantastic orgasm.

“Fuck me, that was amazing.” Owen groaned out finally some four or five minutes later.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“You should've finger fucked my gay baby boy pussy though.”

“I knew you wanted it, but I'm not ready for it yet.”

“You're not gonna let me either, are you?”

“No Baby, not yet.”

“You're still gonna let me change you though, right?”

“Yes, just please no going too far. This is my first time, and I don't want it rushed like this.” I whispered, telling him with that that I am most certainly not saying no, just saying not right now.

“Okay.” He said softly.

I traded places with Owen, though he stripped me naked as well as soon as he was off the table, and of course I had to climb up myself. I am so hard right now that I have no idea how I have not already exploded. Owen grabbed one of my diapers, slipped it underneath my raised baby bum, and then he too proceeded to lotion and cream me up every bit as nicely as I had just done for him, only I did not even last all the way through creaming before I splattered a weeks worth of cum all over the front of myself, up to, and including at least three large splotches on my own face. Owen groaned, leaned over, and proceeded to lick my entire offering off of me. He left my face until last, and as soon as he was done, I grabbed his sexy little cum smeared face in my hands, and gently brought him closer, and kissed him deeply, sensuously, sharing all my cum with him. I have never been kissed before, and with as clumsy as Owen was to start with, I assume that I too am his first. That is perfectly okay.

As soon as I let go our powerful kiss, Owen pulled away, sighing deeply, contentedly, almost as much as I did, come to think of it, and then he proceeded to diaper me up nice and thick as well.

“Wow, Owen, you're amazing.” I sighed deeply.

“Thank you, so are you.” He smiled brightly.

I proceeded to redress Owen into his new work clothes, and then he helped me back into mine. By the time we were done, we were gone nearly twenty minutes, but there was no one waiting when we got back, so that is good. I re-opened the store, and we both got back to work.

For the rest of the day, Owen happily helped in the store, until his dad came by to tell me he was done for the day. When Owen saw his dad, he smiled brightly and ran up to him and happily told him that he has a job. He seemed happy for Owen, and told him that if he was done for the day as well, that he may as well head home, that he has to grab a few things, and take care of a couple other things. I nodded to Owen when he looked to me to see if he was good to go for the day, and so he skipped away happily. As soon as Owen was out of the store, his dad turned to me and grinned.

“Finally figured out who was stealing diapers huh?” He asked.

“Ah, so you did know?”

“Yeah, sorry, I would've bought them for him myself, but he's the one who desperately wanted them. I knew you'd eventually catch on and talk to him about it. He looked exceptionally happy though, and more than a little soggy too. I trust you told him that you're alike?”

“Sure did, though how you knew is beyond me.”

“Just pretty observant. Haveta be in my line of work.”

“Owen knows more than he lets on. Even I assume certain things, though I too don't wanna know. He really wants you to quit, and I'd offer you full time here if you asked, but I know you want it kept on the down low, which sadly I couldn't do if I took you on permanently.”

“I appreciate the offer, truly I do, but sadly I do haveta reject it. You're right, I haveta keep everything on the down low, as you put it, hence the reason for being here. I haveta leave again though, soon, someone who's looking for me is getting close, he's snooping around in town, asking questions. It's getting harder to take Owen with me, and it's not fair to him. He loves it here, he knows I haveta go again, but swore if I tore him from here, that he was gonna make a run for it himself. He's too much like me, he too is a free spirit, and I know I can't force him to do anything he doesn't want. I truly do love him, he's my whole life, but if I'm caught, and they find out about him, they'll take him and use him against me. I can't allow that.”

“Would they kill him?” I asked.

“Maybe. Probably not though. They want me to do things, but they haveta know that killing Owen would only get them dead as well. I'm not exactly without means, I can and will protect myself, but if they take Owen, I'll do whatever I haveta to protect him. As far as I can tell, no one knows about him though, so he's reasonably safe. I'd liketa leave him here with you, I know who and what you are, as much as I know it about Owen. I know what he wants and needs, and he's finally found it, you did too, you do deserve each other. I'm not gonna give him to you permanently, only give you guardianship, when and if I ever get my issues resolved, I'll be back, at which time I'll take you up on your offer, and get my baby back, but right now I simply can't. I'm not a gang member or anything, I'm not running from the law, I'm running from people who'll happily use my knowledge to get things that no one has a right to have.”

“Oh, now you really have me curious.”

“I know, and now you assume slightly different things, and you're probably not far off, but I'll never say. I'll explain everything to Owen tonight, and then tomorrow I'll leave. I'll come back at least a couple times a year to visit him, and with any luck, I'll only be gone for a couple years or so. I'm glad that you finally realized everything. I was hoping you would soon, otherwise I was gonna tip you off somehow, before I hadta leave again, so that you could find each other. Like I said, I knew who and what he was and what he wants, and I've known about you as well for months, so I was really hoping that it'd turn out, and it finally did.”

“Um, wow, okay, thanks.” I said, totally at a loss for what to say.

“You're welcome. Now, any chance you can pay me for today, I haveta travel again, so I could really use the cash.”

“Of course.”

I paid him and then he was off.

Less than half an hour later, the guy who does my relief showed up for his evening shift, and I headed up to my suite. My head is reeling, and I need food. I stripped and made myself some dinner. My suite is more than private enough that I walk around in nothing but a soggy diaper at all times, and I do so tonight as well. I also decided to take the next day off as well, and called someone to watch over everything, that I needed the day off, and to only call if they had questions. She was good with this, knowing that I must really need the time off if I was taking the whole day off, since I have done that maybe three times in the past ten years.

When I went to bed, I went to change my diaper, but I am impossibly hard, thinking over the diaper change earlier today, as well as knowing that Owen will be coming to live with me very soon. Forcing myself to not jack off, I do not even bother to lotion and cream myself, which is rare at best, because I know what will happen if I do, and pull up and tape closed my extra thick night diaper. All night long I dreamed vividly about Owen, and what we now share, and will share more in the near future. I know what we both want, and I will give it to Owen when he is ready for it. He has already had a fourteen year old, but I doubt he was large enough to prepare Owen for what I will do to and for him. Yet, I know he knows what he is doing, and I am already certain he has been practicing as well.

I awoke this morning so hard that I can barely walk. Over my years of owning and operating the resort, I have seen thousands upon thousands of stunning boys, most of the time shirtless and wearing shorts, sometimes even Speedos or nice skimpy shorts. I have dreamed, oh how I have dreamed, yet never once did I ever believe that anything could or would come of my dreams. I have seen hundreds of boys that were as gay as they come, I know it, and I think they knew it too, and I dreamed. I have seen dozens upon dozens of boys get their night diapers, and I dreamed. Even a few of the diaper wearers were gay, and I think possibly even a few of them were diaper lovers as well, and oh how I dreamed. Never before did I dream that my dreams could one day become a reality, as I am now thinking that they surely will. Never before have I awaken so impossibly hard that I cannot even walk.

I leave my diaper how it is, because I know that Owen will want to change me as much as I want to change him, and I know that he will be here soon. I told him for what time I am up for, and he said that he is normally up for the same time anyway, and said that he would be over as soon as he could. Thankfully I did not have long to wait, because not even ten minutes after waking up, I heard the knock at my door. I excitedly went and answered it.

Thankfully it was Owen, because I threw open my door, exposing myself in my soggy diapered and rock hard dicked glory. Owen took in my state, licked his lips, and groaned.

“Mmm, yeah, now that's a nice way to greet someone.” He said huskily again.

“Thank god it's you. I totally never even thought about the way I'm dressed, I was so excited to see you again.” I chuckled.

“Oh yeah, I can so totally see how excited you are to see me, and I am too. I'm so hard right now I can barely walk.”

“Come in then Baby.” I said and stepped aside so that he could enter. As soon as he was in, I closed the door. “So, did your dad tell you everything last night?”

“Yeah, he did, was a bit shocked that he's known all along, but I guess it worked out for the best in the long run. I'll miss him, but he promises to come and visit as often as he can, and that as soon as he's able to, he's gonna move back and work here full time.”

“That's good. Did he give you some papers and stuff?”

“Yeah, they're all in my bag. Oh, it's in the hall.” He said, and then went to the door, opened it, reached out, and grabbed the bag that he had set down, because it was too heavy.

“Good. I suppose it's a good thing my suite is a two bedroom one.”

“I thought maybe we could share instead.”

“And I'd like that, but you still need a bedroom for show Baby.”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose I do. I like you calling me baby, it makes me feel all tingly.”

“Good. Now, I seriously wanna have you strip down to just your super soggy Pampers baby diaper and do some posing while I take pictures. I'm so totally not letting you back outta that particular bargain.” I said.

“I wasn't gonna let you either, don't worry.” He giggled.

I grabbed my camera, and for almost half an hour, and easily a thousand pictures later, Owen posed for me in all sorts of positions. Some of them were highly erotic, some of them were sexy in a babyish sort of way, and all were just plain beautiful. As soon as I set my camera down, Owen came forth, and I bent down and picked him up, cradling him under his sexy soggy baby diapered bum.

It amazes me that he is nine, and that he can even fit in a Pampers baby diaper. I mean, I know that the size seven is actually pretty big for a baby diaper, but he really is still that small. With that being said, though, I do not believe that he will last more than a few months more in these diapers before he outgrows them, so we will have to research some most excellent replacements for him, something that still keeps him looking just as sexy as he does now.

Once in my arms where he very clearly wants to be, Owen leans forth the last couple centimeters and presses his lips to mine and shares with me another incredibly powerful, yet surprisingly gentle and loving kiss. We kiss for every bit of ten minutes, maybe even twenty, I am not sure, I am less sure it matters. When finally we break apart, it is with a deep and very much contented sigh each.

“Wow, never knew kissing could be so great.” Owen said softly.

“Me neither. You were my first yesterday.”

“Really, but you're like thirty.”

“Thirty two to be exact.”

“Wow, never knew an adult wouldn't have kissed someone before.”

“Yeah, well, I never had any friends growing up. I was a foster kid, they knew I was gay, I was a bed wetter, and I was totally ostracized by it. Any kids in the same house as me always found out right away, and if they didn't already know at school, they told instantly. I never once had a friend to play with, ever. I was also incredibly smart, so I shot past everyone in school, and graduated early.

“My parents died when I was two, and fortunately they left me a damn good trust fund, so I could afford to go to school, and I went for business management, and as soon as I was kicked out of foster care, and I got my trust fund, I bought this property. I'd found it nearly two years before I aged out, and as soon as I bought the place, I got started on the construction of everything.

“I already had the plans drawn up for everything, how it'd look, pretty much dead on exact how it is now, because I'd gotten all the maps and everything well beforehand so that I could do this. I was nineteen when I bought it, and construction started not even six months later, once all the permits and plans and everything were approved, and by the time I was twenty two, it was all done. So, clearly, even once I became an adult, I simply had no time. Not to mention who and what I so desperately wanted and needed.”

“So, are you a boy lover then, what's gonna happen once I grow up and get hair?”

“That's the thing, I don't know. I'm attracted to men as well as boys, so I think that we're safe there, but sadly I just don't know. You really truly are the very first person I've ever cared for, the very first person I ever felt a true connection to. We're shockingly similar in so many ways, so I think that my love for you will stand the test of time. Sadly I just don't know. I think, though, that it's likely you that'll desire someone your own age first. If that happens, I hope you'll talk it over with me, same as I'd talk it over with you if that time comes for me as well. I'd like to think that we'll be forever, but I'm realistic enough to know that it might not be. I'll always love you though, have no fears there.”

“Okay. I don't know how I'll feel when I grown up I guess, I've never been through this either, so I suppose all we can do is enjoy what we have for as long as we can, and talk it out when we haveta, if we haveta.”

“Good. Now, I need a seriously soggy baby bum change, and so do you. As much as I'd truly love to make love to you all day long, we can't, not yet. I know you'll be able to take me with some preparation, and I know we both want it desperately, but we only just really met. I wanna take our time.”

“I wanna take our time as well. Couple days at least.”

“Yeah, couple days at least.” I laughed.

“I wanna really lotion and cream you up, I wanna make you have your baby boygasm, I wanna lick it all up again, and I even wanna really lotion and cream your baby bum hole good and proper too. I want you to do the same for me, except, well, I don't make baby cream yet.”

“I really want that too Baby.” I said, going even harder, though I have no idea how that is even conceivable.

“Good.” He said.

I led Owen to what will now be our bedroom, and picked him up and laid him out on our bed. I went and grabbed all the diaper change supplies, I had grabbed his pack of Pampers that I had opened yesterday afternoon, and then proceeded to change Owen good and proper.

When I opened Owen's super soggy baby diaper, I exposed his incredibly hard little boy penis, now a nearly angry purple. Clearly he has been anticipating this every bit as much as I have been. I pull out the diaper and clean him up gently, slip a fresh diaper underneath him, and start lotioning him the same way as I did the day before. Instead of holding back though, I am now fully masturbating my baby, and I have already slipped my middle finger in as deep inside Owen as I can, and he not only took it, but sighed deeply as I bottomed out. After Owen's first cum, I started creaming him up, and worked a second finger deep inside him, and same as before, Owen only sighed deeply. The creaming took damn near half an hour, and caused three more Earth shattering orgasms in Owen, and when he finally came down, some ten minutes after I finally taped up his baby diaper, he looked totally at peace with the world.

“How was it Baby.” I whispered to him.

“Better than I ever dreamed was even possible. Getting fucked hard and fast was nice, he pounded my Pampered pussy good, but how you just made me feel was way better than that.”

“Good Baby, I'm glad you liked.”

“Mmmhmm. Now, it's definitely your turn.”

“Okay Baby.”

We traded places, I laid there with my arms resting under my head so that I could more easily watch my baby as he did all to me that he truly wanted, and I wanted every bit as much. By now, I am in near agony, I have been hard for twelve plus hours with no relief, and a hell of a lot of stimulation, I am pushing a larger bulge than I have ever seen before. When he untaped my diaper, it damn near flipped out of the way because of the power of my erection finally escaping its bonds. I groaned, Owen groaned deeper.

He pulled my diaper out from underneath me, I obviously having to raise my baby bum for him to do so, and then he cleans me up perfectly, and slips a fresh diaper back underneath me again. I lower myself to make the next part easier, as well I open my legs nice and wide, to give Owen all the room he could possibly desire to do to me all that he so desperately wants. I want it more.

Almost as soon as Owen started lotioning me up, I had enough. I was already so horny it was nearly unfathomable, and his super soft hands, as well his gentle caress was all it took. I was aimed nearly straight up when I exploded, and I watched as my first shot sailed up up and away, I swear it nearly went a full meter, before arching slightly, and falling back down, splattering audibly just above my belly button. Shot two was already exploding forth before shot one was landing, and because my dick was now pointed slightly more toward my face, it and the next three shots painted my face. Six more shots exploded out of me, painting everywhere else on my chest and stomach. Never before have I had such a powerful and copious cum.

The day before, when I came for Owen, was huge, no doubting that, but this time was phenomenal, no questions. All I heard through my orgasm clouded mind was Owen saying wow. I blacked out for a few seconds, but when I came back to, Owen was already slurping up all the cum he could possibly get, yet he has not yet let go of my erection, he is still very tenderly stroking me as he sucks up all my baby cream.

It took Owen a minute or two to lick me clean, and once cleaned, he proceeded to pay full and undivided attention to my diaper area again. He slipped his hand inside the cleft of my ass, tickled my hole, and then slipped two of his slender fingers as deep inside me as he could, and proceeded to lotion me in a way that I will never complain about, ever.

I doubt I lasted more than just a couple minutes before cumming once again, and though Owen never let go or removed his fingers, he somehow managed to slurp up all the cum that I had sprayed. I suppose it helps that this time most of it only landed on my stomach, the rest just barely reached my chest. I have never been a sprayer, normally I only pump out a good load all over my hand, or maybe my belly button if I am a little more charged, so hitting my own face, two days in a row, is very nearly unheard of for me. I remember doing so only a couple times when I was younger, like still in my teens.

Owen slipped his fingers away, loaded up on far more diaper rash cream than was necessary, and went back to work, this time slipping three of his fingers deep inside me, and he feels wonderful inside me. Using three fingers now, Owen proceeded to truly make me feel like a god, and made me cum three more times. A total of five massive orgasms for me, that is absolutely unheard of, my previous best had been only four, and I was sixteen then. I now feel like I am floating, and it is probably for the best that I had thought to take the day off, because I doubt that I will be of any use to anyone today at all.

Owen pulled up and taped closed my nice thick diaper, I had grabbed him one of my night time diapers, because I have no intentions of leaving anyway, so I may as well be able to go super soggy, instead of just nice and soggy like I do in my day time diapers.

As soon as Owen had me properly diapered, he crawled onto the bed with me, and cuddled right up, reaching in to give me a tender kiss every so often. It took probably fifteen to twenty minutes for me to come down fully, and when I did, I pulled Owen so that he is laying on top of me, I cradled his baby diapered bum with one hand, and entwined my fingers in his hair with the other, and then laid on him a kiss that hopefully showed him all the love that I feel for him. He slipped his hand under my head, and entwined his fingers in my hair as well, and kissed me back just as deeply, showing me just how much he loves me too. For more than ten minutes more, we kissed.

“Baby, that was utterly amazing.” I whispered when I pushed Owen away gently.

“Mmmhmm, it was.” He sighed deeply.

“I don't know about you, but I need breakfast, desperately.”

“Yeah, me too.”

As we walked to the kitchen, I broke the news to Owen that I had taken the day off, and so will he, and he was totally crushed by this news. Getting to stay in, all day, in nothing but a thick thirsty baby diaper, with the one he loves, he says that he is so happy. We made a huge fattening breakfast, and way more than we need, yet we both desperately need it too, and then ate. As we ate, we talked.

“So, can I wear my baby diapers all day every day from now on?”

“Definitely.” I smiled brightly.

“Wicked. I've always wanted to.”

“So, are you truly a bed wetter then?” I asked curiously.

“Absolutely, and I never wanna stop. I probably still genuinely wet the bed three or four nights a week. How about you?”

“About two or three times a night for me I suppose. I was told it'd never stop though.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. And how long have you known you were a diaper lover?”

“I think I started to figure it out when I was six and I stopped wetting the bed every night, and then I started going and getting diapers on my own. My dad used to give me money all the time, and I'd go and buy my diapers. You'd think I'd be embarrassed to do it, but I never was. I started using them every night, and even if I woke up dry, I'd peepee my baby diaper. I've never bought myself Pullups of any sort, or took them once we got here. Once we came here, my dad couldn't give me money any more, and I was too afraid to tell him that I still needed diapers at night, and that I'd been buying them on my own, because I thought he was so proud of me for finally stopping. Only, it turns out he's always known, which was why he always gave me more than enough money, and pretended not to notice when I did actually have a wet bed. How about you?”

“Was always, and will always be a bed wetter, but I never got diapers for bed. I think whoever got me when my parents died, pretty much potty trained me instantly, so that they didn't haveta buy diapers, and then refused to diaper me for bed. I saw so many doctors and specialists about my bed wetting problems, they tried me on pills, bed wetting alarms, no liquids after five, making sure I went potty before bed, nothing ever worked. I was thirteen when they found the problem, a faulty nerve in my head somewhere, it doesn't always signal when I haveta hold my pee. I knew I needed diapers by the time I was five or six, and by the time I was eight, I wanted diapers, by ten it was full blown diaper love. I never got them though. Oh, and every house I was ever at was the same, I stayed for maybe six months before they asked me to be moved, because I just made too much of a mess.”

“Really, that's disgusting.”

“Tell me about it. I wanted out so bad it wasn't even funny. So, when did you start to think you were gay?”

“Not too sure, I think maybe I've always really known it. I remember in kindergarten thinking that the other boys in my class were cute, and I did everything in my power to see them naked, and I did as often as I could too. I had friends stay the night a few times, and I'd encourage them to stay naked with me as long as we could, and my dad always let us. Told us it was natural and beautiful. Then again, I think I always knew he was gay too, and he admitted to me last night that he is. It was late grade one when dad started to have troubles, and we hadta start moving around, so it was a lot harder to have friends then, and seeing them naked almost never happened any more, other than when I went swimming, and I'd stay in the change room as long as I could. How about you?”

“Much the same as you, I suppose, only I never got to see other boys naked, ever. Even the few times I went swimming, I was always sent into one of the private changing stalls. In high school, no one ever allowed themselves to be seen naked, so I never got to see anyone then either. Of course, I was outed as gay in grade seven, how anyone knew is my guess, but I couldn't deny it, and even when I did, it didn't matter. Everyone knew I was anyway, finally I just said yeah, what of it. Same with wetting the bed, and even my pants when I was younger, they all knew. Like I said before, not one single friend, and I was teased mercilessly. That's probably why I still have no friends, I have employees, and I let no one get close, ever.”

“Well, I'll be your friend, and your boyfriend, I like that you're a gay baby boy diaper lover, that's what makes us so much alike.” He smiled warmly to me.

“Thanks Baby, that means more to me than you can possibly imagine.” I smiled warmly back, and I can feel a tear streaking down my cheek.

We finished breakfast and cleaned it up, then headed to the living room to sit back and relax. We watched a couple movies and some TV, cuddled up together the entire time in nothing but soggy baby diapers. It was, by far, the most relaxed that I think I have ever been. We made and ate lunch, talking more and more, really learning all about each other that we possibly could.