Chapter 3

I slept great throughout the night, I woke up with a smile on my face, and not only because I woke up on the right side of the grass either. Though that was certainly some of it. No, dreams of Cale all night long was certainly the main source of my morning smile, not to mention my morning erection. I was forced to reach into my wet diaper and jack off three times before I was satisfied that I would be able to think clearly once Cale arrived. Stumbling out of bed, I went and had some breakfast and then headed back up and changed my diaper and got dressed. Just as I was pulling on my shirt, my last article of clothing, I heard a knock at the door and knew it had to be Cale. No one else could possibly be here at quarter to seven in the morning.

I bounded down the stairs three at a time and nearly ran for the door, ah, who am I kidding, I did run for the door. I probably looked like a love struck fool, running to greet the boy who had captured my heart, but try as I might, I could not stop myself from doing so any more than I could stop myself from breathing. I whipped open the door and found the most amazing sight there before me, a bright smiling Cale in all his glory. Well dressed glory that is, but you catch my meaning I am sure, though in the boylover part of my brain, I wished he would come to my door in just a diaper, or less.

“Good morning.” I know I said way too happily for the situation.

“Good morning.” He too said far too happily.

“How are you this morning?” We both asked at the same time.

“Good.” We both said at the same time again, starting to laugh now.

“Come in Cale, it's good to see you again. I just finished getting dressed, but I've already had breakfast, so I'm pretty much ready to start my day.”

“Cool, so am I. What should I do today, since I pretty much did everything yesterday?”

“Today we just work out in the shop and have some fun.” I smiled.

“Cool, are you gonna teach me how to make bowls and stuff like that?”

“Sure am.”

“Great, let's go then.” He nearly yelled out.

He grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me out of the house. I barely had time to grab my shop key as I was going past the door. I just laughed, but relished the touch of his soft smooth skin against mine. I realized that with as much as I jacked off this morning already, it was not enough, because just from his very touch, I was rock hard once again. Once we made it there, I unlocked the shop, opened it up and turned on all the lights and things, and we went in.

“So, what would you like to learn?”

“How you make those really neat designed bowls.”

“Okay, but I warn you, those take a great deal of patience and time to make, and then even still, no matter how careful you are, sometimes they just break during the carving process.”

“That's okay, I'll never learn without trying, so what if I break a few here and there, that's how I'll learn.”

“Excellent.” I smiled, I liked him even more, he really was an amazing boy in so many ways.

For the next few hours, we sat at my work table and I showed Cale exactly how to pick out the pieces that he would want to make the design he wanted. I showed him how to take it to the scroll saw to cut it to make it fit, explaining to him that it was like a jigsaw puzzle that you had no idea what the picture was until it was done. He liked that. I then pointed him at the selection of molds that I had for building the bowl around and told him to pick one, so he went and chose one, one of the more difficult ones. While I did warn him of this, I was sure not to tell him no, because this was his bowl and he did have to learn. I showed him how to lay out all the pieces around the mold and glue them in, telling him he had to be fast, because we did not want the glue to set before we clamped it, showing him on my piece as I was doing it. He copied me and did a very good job of it. I then showed him how to clamp it all down so that it could set correctly.

“You did very good there Cale, you're a very quick learner and you listen well. That's about all we can do on that for today, and it's getting close to lunch time, so what say we head into the house and make some lunch?”

“Okay, that sounds good to me, and then after that, can we try making a more normal bowl? I brought over a really nice piece of figured cherry I've been saving, it's got really funky grains to it, I think it'll turn out real nice, but I need some help.”

“Sure, you know I'd be happy to help you with that.” I know I smiled very brightly at that.

“Thanks.” Cale said and then hugged me.

“What was that for, not that I'm complaining mind you?”

“Because, you're the best teacher a kid could have, thanks.”

“You're a great student, it's no problem.” I said, nearly starting to cry. Hey, I'm gay, I cry, okay, so sue me.

We headed into the house and Cale helped me to make some lunch, and then we sat down to eat. As soon as we were finished, we cleaned up, and then Cale excused himself to go change his diaper. I decided I should do the same, so headed upstairs to do so. We met by the back door a few minutes later. Once we were both there, Cale headed down to the lake to his canoe to grab the chunk of wood he said he had brought, I noticed that it was not very small, in fact it was quite big.

“Good grief boy, you didn't pick a small one, did you?” I laughed.

“I've had it since before my last teacher left, he already had the base plate glued on for me, but then he got his transfer orders and had to go, so I never got the chance to finish it. He said that this piece of wood had great grain and would make a very nice bowl. He did warn me though that it might be tricky to cut.”

“I agree with him, and might be, might be a bit of an understatement. The larger the piece, the harder it is to control, the more torque it places on the tail stock as it's turning, and the more chance it has of coming off the glued on base. No, this won't be easy at all, but I can teach you how to do it, but trust me, you'll have to be super patient with it, and make sure your chisels are kept super sharp. One slip and that'll be it and a hundred dollar piece of wood will be firewood.”

“That's pretty much what he told me too, but I'm willing to try it if you are.” He smiled brightly, it looked as if he wanted a real challenge, well he was going to get it.

“Okay then.” I smiled, he just kept making me want him even more, he was so much like me it was scary. Had I have ever had sex before, I might be wondering if he were mine somehow.

I took him over to his lathe and told him to go ahead and get it attached, telling him if he needed help to just ask, he did not. At least not yet. He got the lathe plate attached to the sacrificial plate on the bottom of the bowl perfectly and then attached that to the lathe. Well, it stayed on without breaking off right away, that was always a good sign.

“Okay, set the lathe to the lowest speed and turn it on, let's see how centered it is. With this type of wood, that's always the hardest part.”

Cale did as I asked, and when he turned it on, the wood started spinning, it was a little off center, but nowhere near as bad as I have had to deal with before.

“Okay, now take your biggest gouge and set up your rest carefully, and then just go in there very lightly. Just remember to ask if you have any questions. Remember, very light touches, I already sharpened these chisels real good, so you should be fine.” I nearly whispered.

He nodded his head and then with feather light touches, he started on getting the bowls outer surface shaped closer to how he wanted it. This was all him, I would not advise him on this part at all. Finally after a good hour and a half of this, he turned the lathe off and stood up.

“You're amazingly good at that. It's been months you said since you last got to use a lathe, yet you did that perfectly, every bit as good as I'd have done myself. I like the shape you chose, you used the grain of the wood to guide you pretty much how it wanted to be carved.”

“Thanks. It felt good to be behind the lathe again. It's by far my most favorite tool, you can do so much with it.” His smile nearly lit up the whole shop.

“I agree totally. Though I do like scroll saw art as well, I have made a lot of really neat things on it. Now for the hard part though, the inside. How many times have you done this?”

“A few times, but none of them were anywhere near this big.”

“No, this is a big bowl.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, as soon as you're ready, go ahead and start again.”

Cale did not wait, he just reset his rest and started the lathe again and got to work. Once again with such light strokes, he very slowly gouged out the interior of the bowl. He kept the walls a good half inch thick to start, but this was just the rough work, he would do the finish work later. It took almost another two hours before he shut down the lathe, I just sat there watching the entire time, in awe of the talent that Cale already showed at the tender age of nine, almost ten. I constantly had to remind myself that he really was that young.

“Wow, you're amazing at this. Are you sure you weren't lying to me and were born on the lathe?”

“No, but talk about a weird birth.” Cale giggled.

“Yeah, no kidding.” I had to laugh as well.

“I just really love woodworking is all, I'd do it all day if I could, but even now my hands are starting to get really sore.”

“Yeah, know how you feel. I think that's enough for today anyway, you can't possibly finish it today, and you only have a couple hours left 'til you should probably head home for dinner. What would you like to do now?”

“I can help you with the oars if you'd like.”

“That's okay, I can get them later, they won't take long, and if your hands are already sore, that'll only make them worse, so we'll do those another day. What else would you like to do?”

“Wanna go for a paddle in the canoe?”

“We could do that I suppose. We'll have to share yours, because mine's getting so bad that it sometimes takes on water now. I'll grab my paddle though so that we can both paddle.”

“Okay, I hoped you'd you come with me anyway.”

“Okay, let me just go grab mine then. Do you need a diaper change before we go?”

“No, I'll be good for a good couple hours more probably, I usually only change three times a day; morning, noon and night.”

“Same here.”

“Cool, come on then.”

We headed out of the shop, I shut everything down and locked it all up before leaving it, and then headed down to the waters edge. I kept my canoe on a stand, as well as had a few paddles there and my life jacket, so I grabbed one of my paddles and my jacket and headed to the dock where Cale was already waiting for me. He was slipping into his life jacket as I was coming down the dock, and by the time I made it there, we both had ours on and were ready to go.

“You go ahead and take lead position Cale, I'll take the rear.”

“Okay.” He said, and then mumbled something. I am not quite sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but I could have sworn he said 'I wish you would.'

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“No, what is it you said Cale, go ahead and tell me?”

“No, I shouldn't, you'd hate me.” Cale whispered.

“Trust me, I'd never hate you at all. You can trust me with your deepest darkest secrets, I'd never tell another soul and I'd never hate you for it. Trust me.”

“Okay, fine, I said I wish you would.”

“Wish I would, as in you wish I'd take the rear, as in maybe yours?” I whispered so softly that even I myself barely heard it.

“Yeah.”

With that I pushed us off, so that Cale had no choice but to paddle. For quite a while I was paddling pretty much all by myself, all he was doing was pretty much steering us. I let him stew for a few minutes, and once I saw his shoulders rise again, because they had really slumped, I started talking.

“So, I take it that you're gay then and that you know what it is that you meant by that?”

“Yeah, and yeah.”

“Yeah, know how you feel, I'm gay too, but I already knew you were gay, I've known from the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Yeah, I've known you were gay since then too. I saw you looking at me, I see so many people look at me like that.”

“I couldn't blame them even if I wanted to. I know you've been told this so many times, and I'm sure you know at least some of it, but you really are very beautiful. Men women and children must fall at your feet, and here you are wanting poor pathetic me. I'm nothing special, I'm really not very good looking, I don't have the world to give you, yet you like me.”

“Thanks, but I think you're really good looking, and I knew you were gay, that's why I liked you. I couldn't get myself to talk to you though, I was so shy.”

“Now Cale, you know what I have to say, but you know I don't mean it as much as I know it. I can't be that man for you, I can't be the one that teaches you all about your body. If we were ever caught, I'd be in jail for life.”

“Yeah, I know you have to say it, and I was expecting it too, but you do want it too, don't you?”

“Oh god yeah. I told your dad that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, he asked me point blank if I was interested in you in such a way, and well, I had to admit that yes, I was, but then so are probably hundreds of straight women and men, and probably every little gay boy who's ever seen you.”

“I knew he asked you that, Jeff and I were around the corner listening, but you were talking so low that we couldn't hear everything. I wasn't really sure of your answer, but I knew you wanted me too. I'm not exactly innocent though.”

“I knew you wanted me too, though I still don't see why. What do you mean you aren't exactly innocent?”

“You're really good looking, even if you don't see it yourself, don't worry. Jeff and I've played around a bit, just sucking and rubbing mostly, but we've fingered each others bums a few times too, oh it feels so good. I've also borrowed my dads toys a few times and used a dildo or worn a butt plug. I know my dad's bi, mostly gay, and I knew he had toys, and well, I've been borrowing them for a couple years already. Jeff and I both have. I don't know if Dad knows or not, but he's never said anything. I also read a lot of gay erotica online, and well I love watching the movies. So yeah, trust me, I'm not as pure and innocent as most nine year olds are.”

“Wow, and here I thought I was bad. I didn't start any of that sort of stuff 'til I was thirteen. Of course then I didn't really have access to the internet, though I did get it when I was fifteen, and boy oh boy, I think for an entire month I was rubbed almost completely raw. So you've been playing since you were seven or so then?”

“Yeah. I mean I already played with my dick long before then, but that's when I started touching my little hole and realizing how good it felt. I started with just a finger inside, and the first time I hit my prostate, oh my god, I think I actually passed out when I made myself cum. I'd never actually cum before that, I'd never got myself that close, but I sure did that day. I actually went and asked my dad what had happened, and he made me tell him what I was doing, he just laughed when I said I was playing with my peepee and had a finger in my bum when it felt like the entire universe exploded. So, he told me all about that sort of thing, Jeff was sitting there as I told Dad and listened to everything as well, and the next day, Jeff and I played around for our first time. It wasn't long after that that I told dad that I thought I was gay, and he said that was okay, but to not decide yet. I have decided now though, I am, I never want or need a girl, but I do want you. I want to know though, do I have a chance with you, am I gonna have to beg you 'til you give in, or am I gonna have to tie you down and rape you?”

“Wow, you were so young, but yeah, you have a chance with me. I won't say no, but I will say let's wait.”

“How long?”

“I want to get to know you better, we need to learn all there is to know about each other first. Sure we could go to the bedroom and fuck like bunnies, and that'd be great too, maybe, but no, I want love, especially for my first time.”

“Okay, so we're not talking years here, just maybe weeks or a couple months.”

“Yeah, no I won't make you wait that long.”

“Good. I wouldn't mind some kissing and cuddling though, and maybe we could jack each other off, but even I don't want sex yet, I want to get to know you better too.”

“That's good, and I too would like that.”

“Good.” He smiled serenely.

For the next hour, we both just paddled around the lake, we barely talked at all, but we did talk a bit, learning more about each other, telling each other of our past, so on and so forth. For the most part though we just enjoyed nature the way it was intended.

The lake was very large and we lived in an area of the lake where power boats were forbidden, with the minor exception of course of those who owned land on the lake and had power boats, but until they reached the markers, they were not allowed to go faster than a crawl. It was also marked off as private use only, so for only the residents of the area, so we rarely had very many people in our rather large section of the lake. It also happened to be behind a bend in the lake, so the vast majority of the tourists had no idea it was there anyway, so that was good, it kept it peaceful. My property actually was the outer edge of the restricted area, and then it went to almost straight across from me, to the outer edge of the housing area where Cale lived. The entire area was very nicely treed still, only three levels of housing on Cale's side, and then dense forest behind them. The houses wrapped around the lake almost totally until the edge of my property, but there were more houses on my side of the lake than there were the other, and at the end of the lake, where it emptied out, there were a lot of houses, but fortunately with all the trees on my lot, I did not have to see any of them at all. Also considering how large my place was, there was no one anywhere nearby really. I have been offered a lot of money time and time again by developers for my land, but all they would do is bulldoze the entire thing and put in more houses, and my place was far too park like for that to happen to it, and until my last breath was taken, they would never have it, and if I had my way, it would stay like that permanently as well. Though it should be said that in the housing area, there were still lots of trees and plants, almost everyone there was good about that, though I do have the nicest gardens around, if I do say so myself.

Finally Cale said that it was time to head back, so he pointed us back at my place and then when we got there, he said that he should be heading home, that it had been a great day, but that he was getting tired. I asked him if he wanted a ride home, but he declined, saying that he still had more than enough energy to make it home easily. I hopped out and Cale thanked me for the great day, and I thanked him for the great company, and then he paddled off. Had the sun been setting, he would have been paddling into the sunset. I nearly laughed at that.

I headed into the house and made myself a light dinner, then decided that since I had hardly done any work today, and I was not tired, that I should head out to the shop and see about getting the paddles done. So for a good couple hours after dinner and before bed, I worked on them, first cutting them on the band saw to get them closer to their proper size, and then the remainder of the work was on my large belt sander to shape them and make them perfect. The cutting took half an hour at most, and the sanding took almost an hour a piece, so I only completed two tonight. Feeling good about them, I headed into the house and stripped and changed my diaper, then headed to bed, where once again I dreamed all night long of Cale.

The following morning was a repeat of the day before, and before too long, I was whipping open the door to the brightest most beautiful smile there could possibly be anywhere.

“Good morning.” We both said together.

“How are you?” I managed to ask first.

“Good, and you?”

“Great, now that you're here.”

“Same.”

“So, what would you like to do now that you're here?”

“Can we go play in the shop for a couple hours?”

“Sure, would you like to finish the big bowl today, or do you want to learn more on your small bowl?”

“I may as well try and finish off the big bowl, since it's on the lathe already. It'll probably take me more than today to do though, it's quite big and still needs a lot of finishing work.”

“Probably yes, but how long it takes doesn't really matter, now does it, only that you have fun doing it.”

“Yeah.” He smiled warmly.

“Good, come on. I won't be watching you so much today, because I'm gonna finish the paddles today. I started on them last night and got a couple finished, but I wanna get the rest done today. Just remember to ask if you need help with anything.”

“Okay, that's cool.”

We headed out to the shop and I opened it up and got everything turned on. Cale headed to his lathe and I headed to my sander and we both got to work. The way I was positioned, I could still easily watch Cale to make sure he was okay, but I was still able to work easily as well. Cale took a small finishing chisel and started the bowl turning and got to work on the outside once again, bringing it down closer to it's finish thickness and getting it far smoother than it was before. He spent almost an hour doing that, and then did the same thing on the inside. The inside would take far longer, because that is where most of the hard work was, but Cale was very good, he just instinctively seemed to know just what to do to make it perfect. Using a set of large calipers, he meticulously checked and rechecked after almost every cut, to make sure that his thickness was uniform, and within another two hours, he had it nearly there. He grabbed his final chisel, and working on the inside still, finished it off in only half an hour, then moved to the outside and did that in fifteen minutes.

“Where are your sand papers and steel wool, and do you have any bowl finish I can use?”

“Everything you'll need is in that cabinet there, just grab what you need.” I said, pointing out the proper cabinet.

Cale went to the cabinet and searched through it for a few minutes to find everything he needed. He grabbed a few sheets of sand paper, I noticed that he had grabbed some six hundred grit, so he was going to go super fine on it, as well he grabbed the super fine steel wool and the bees wax and mineral oil finish I had for food safe finishing. I then watched as he increased the speed of the lathe and got started on sanding it out perfectly. He started off with a lower grit and worked for more than an hour with the sand papers until it was already shining. He then dabbed the steel wool in the wax and started applying it evenly. He worked this for more than an hour, just by itself, and after applying four coats of wax with the steel wool, he grabbed the buffing cloth and buffed it while it was still spinning, until it was perfect. Now all he had to do was remove it from the lathe and take it to the band saw to remove the base that was glued on, use the belt sander to finish it off, and then hand sand and polish the bottom. He never even asked for help, just went and did just that, and half an hour later, he was done.

“Wow, Cale, you did amazing, it's perfect in every possible way.” I had to say.

“Thanks, it turned out better than I expected it to, that's for sure. That's a really nice lathe, not one single jerk could be felt as I was carving it.”

“The lathe helps for sure, but you're amazing at using it. I think you're well on your way to being able to do the bowls I make, and even the live edge ones that have random edges, they're the hardest to do. Hell, you'll far surpass me soon, I hardly had to do anything, really, I did nothing at all, you did it all on your own without help and you made it look this good.”

“Thanks.” He blushed.

“You're welcome. Now, I don't know if you realized it or not, but we've completely worked through lunch, and I'm getting really hungry, wanna head in and grab a snack with me?”

“Sure, I'm really hungry too, but I didn't notice 'til I stopped working.”

“Yeah, I do the same thing all the time. I should have an alarm clock in here to alert me to meal times, but who cares when I'm having so much fun.”

“I do the same thing too. Dad, Jeff and I've missed dinner and bedtime a few times before when working in the shop. We've nearly inhaled our food and then crashed into bed more than a few times.”

“Yep, been there, done that too.” I laughed.

We headed into the house after closing up the shop, both of us knowing we would not be going back anyway. We made and ate just a light snack, since it was so close to dinner time now, we did not want to ruin our dinner, just sate the appetite a bit. As we were cleaning up, I realized that I was extremely full in the diaper, and figured Cale would be as well, so looked, and sure enough, his diaper bulge was really showing well, and he had two half moon shaped wet spots on his bum, it was really cute.

“Cale, you've started leaking and I'm super full too, we need to go change our diapers.”

“Aw nuts, oh well, not the first time, and probably won't be the last either. Boy am I full though, and so are you, it's really showing.”

“Same on you, and same for me too. I've caused more than a few diapers to leak by working so much I forgot about it.”

“Would you change me please?”

“Oh Cale, I just don't know if that's a good idea, I don't know what'll happen if I see you in just your diaper, or naked.”

“I know it's a good idea, and I want it to happen as much as you do. Let's go upstairs and strip each other bare and then lay down, I want to kiss and touch you, I want us to jack each other off as we kiss, I want to feel you feeling me.” He whispered.

“Okay.” Was all I whispered.

He tenderly grabbed my hand and led me up to my bedroom, I did not resist. Once there, he grabbed my shirt and lifted it up and off. I took his shirt off him next. He then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, I kicked them off, and did the same for him. We were now in only our diaper shirts. He helped me out of mine, and then I his. We were now down to just our very wet diapers, mine almost leaking, his already leaky. We both looked appreciatively.

“My god, you're even more beautiful in just a diaper.” I sighed deeply, I am surprised I did not cum instantly from the sight.

“So are you.”

He laid himself on the bed, offering himself to me, so I went in with visibly shaking hands and released the tapes on his diaper. I was not entirely convinced that I was ready to see him naked yet, but being diapered is how I wanted to see him most of all, so naked would hopefully not cause me to explode. I did not want to do that yet. As I pulled down the front of his diaper, his incredibly hard, probably three and a half inch erection popped into view, and I gasped. His foreskin was still intact, though at the moment it was pulled almost all the way back on his erection. His dick was surprisingly thick for his age, easily as large as, if not larger than my thumb, he was quite a good size for his age. His cute hairless balls were pulled up tight to his body, almost to the point that they had disappeared, but from what I could see, they would be a nice little mouthful when he wasn't so horny that they were pulled inside. There was not a single hair there, but I had not expected there to be, but there was a birth mark right on the junction where his leg met his groin, it actually looked really hot.

“My god, you're beautiful.” I sighed.

“Thanks. Now go ahead and lay down, I want to see you too.”

I did as I was asked, and before too long, Cale had released the tapes on my diaper as well and was pulling the front back. My almost seven inch long and decently thick erection popped free from its prison as soon as the diaper was clear. Cale just gazed at it like I had gazed at his. He was memorizing everything like I had just memorized his. He saw that I was cut, but that my head was bright purple, he saw that I was shaved nice and smooth, since pubic hairs and diapers make a bad combination, and he cannot have possibly missed the fact that I was leaking precum like a tap on a steady drip. Never, and I do mean never before have I dripped so much precum before, but he had me so hot, I was certain I could power an entire nuclear power facility for at least a year at maximum capacity.

“Wow, you're beautiful too.” He sighed huskily.

“Thanks.”

I turned on the bed so that my head was on my pillow and he climbed onto the bed as well. Once there, he came in and cuddled right up to me and reached up as I reached down. With a touch so gentle, we kissed, softly, tenderly we kissed. For more than ten minutes we kissed, touching each other as we did, but neither of us ventured to the others groins yet, nor had we introduced our tongues. I was not even sure Cale would know about that.

Almost ten minutes after starting though, I found that Cale most certainly did, because he was the first to slip his tongue into my mouth. He was an amazing kisser, mind you, he was amazing at everything, not just looks. I nearly came just from his tongue in my mouth, doing things to me I had no idea were possible, making me feel things that I knew were not possible, yet here he was, doing it to me. For half an hour we kissed like that, like lovers, still just petting each others backs and bums, not venturing into each others groins, that was for later.

Later finally came though, I was about as hot as I could be, but I wanted to see his dick as I took him into my hand for the first time and stroked him to orgasm. So I pulled away from the kiss, we both sighed deeply, and I scooted down the bed a bit. Once where I wanted to be, I laid my head on his perfect stomach, facing his throbbing dick, and grabbed on with as light a touch as I could. Cale hissed in pure pleasure, I smiled.

Using a very long light stroke, I started very softly jacking Cale off, trying to make it last, but make it feel as good as I could possibly could. Cale was panting and gasping now, it sure sounded as if he was enjoying it. About two minutes of this was all Cale could take though, and the entire last minute I could feel Cale winding up to what was probably going to be his best orgasm ever. He just kept getting higher and higher, and a full thirty seconds after I thought he could not possibly go any higher, he had gone as high as he could and exploded. With a scream, Cale came and came and came. His orgasm lasted nearly as long as it had taken me to give it to him, he was squeaking and squealing so cutely. I nearly came just from the sounds he was making, and still feeling his erection pulse madly in my fingers as he tried desperately to expel a liquid he was still years away from making, was making it even harder on me. I had not continued to stroke his hot baby bone, knowing that he would be much too sensitive for that, but I still held it. Finally he came down and sighed deeply, sounding very content with the entire world.

“Wow, that was some orgasm Cale, how do you feel?” I whispered.

“I feel like the world is finally proper, you made me feel so good.”

“Good, I'm glad.”

“Lay down, I wanna do you now.”

I did not answer, I just did as I was asked, and he scooted down into the same position as I had taken up. I wanted to warn him that if he laid there like that, that I was very likely to paint his face with my entire load, but thought better of it. Not only did he have to already know that, but I really wanted to see him like that too. Cale grabbed onto me with as light a touch as I had used on him, it felt simply amazing, and then he started jacking me off. After about twenty seconds of this, I was not sure I could take it any more. I held on though, it was so blissful, I just had to hold on for longer. I cannot say how long it took for me to explode, all I know is that the longer I held on, the more intense the feelings were becoming, the more it almost hurt. The longer I held on, the more intense it got, the hotter I became, the harder it was getting to hold on, but I did not want to let go, not yet, just one more blissful second, one more second in heaven, for surely this had to be heaven. Soon though, I could not hold on, no matter how much I wanted to, my body had had enough, and with a mighty scream, I too exploded.

The force of my orgasm surprised even me, the head of my dick burned from the force of the ejaculation, and even through my hazy mind, I counted thirteen pulses that fired thirteen shots of boiling hot cum, at least it felt like it was boiling the amount it burned. Then there was a further twelve pulses or so, but I am certain that I had nothing left to offer. I had already jacked off three times this morning, as well as the same amount the previous couple mornings, I just could not possibly have had that much stored in my balls. The orgasm started to fade, though I admit I did not want it to end, but when it did, I sighed deeply as well, all was good in my world.

As soon as I came down, Cale let go of me and turned around. My god, he looked hot, my cum was splattered all over his face, and he was grinning like crazy. He licked all around his mouth, scooping as much of my essence off as he could, tasting it, savoring it.

“My god, that was huge, and you taste so good.” He said giddily.

“My god, what did you do to me. I've never felt like that before. I thought I was gonna die.”

“Considering how long you held your breath, you're probably lucky to still be alive. You had to have held your breath for two minutes or more, and then when you exploded, you actually surprised me. The first shot hit my forehead so hard it actually hurt a bit, but man was that hot.”

“Wow.”

“Tell me about it.” He grinned again.

I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply for a few seconds and then grabbed his face and started licking off all my mess, stopping every few seconds to kiss him again to share the wealth. It took almost ten minutes of this to clean him all up properly, though there was still a bunch in his hair, and we both smelled pretty bad now, so a shower was definitely in order.

“I think I like being kissed like that.” Cale giggled.

“Definitely. We need to go hop in the shower.”

“Yeah, because we're such dirty little baby boys, huh!”

“Oh yeah, for sure.” I sighed.

“I like being a dirty little baby boy with you. Can I tell you a secret?”

“You can tell me anything at all and I promise no one will ever find out.”

“Good, I'm a diaper lover and a preteen baby. I have a soother and a bottle at home that dad and Jeff don't know about, or at least dad doesn't. I think Jeff caught me sucking them a few times, but he never said anything.”

“Yeah, I'm a diaper lover too, but not so much an adult baby, never really got into the babyish stuff too much, and if all you like and have is a soother and a bottle, then you're not entirely a baby either. For that you'd pretty much have to poop your diapers too, although I understand some don't, you'd want all the most babyish clothing, sleep in a crib, have a highchair and stuff like that.”

“Well, I don't really want to sleep in a crib or sit in a highchair, and I certainly can't stand pooping my diapers, but I do like my diaper shirts, and some of the clothes are really cute.”

“I can understand liking the diaper shirts, I do too, and I admit some of the clothes are cute too. I still don't think that makes you entirely a baby, though you do make the most beautiful baby around.”

“Thanks, I think you do too.” He smiled warmly to me.

“Thanks. Well come on my little baby, let's go get in the shower.”

He smiled brighter still and we hopped out of bed and went down to the bathroom and had a nice long hot shower. Even though we were both really hard as we washed each other up fully, neither of us played, though we were not quick about the washing either. We just enjoyed a nice hot shower, and I am not talking about the temperature of the water either. Once we were all clean and ready to get out, we did so and then dried each other off and then headed upstairs to get dressed again.

“What time do you have to be home by Cale?”

“By dinner time, but that's not 'til usually six. It's not even four yet, so we have more than an hour to kill.”

“Okay, then what should we do?”

“Don't know, what would you like to do?”

“Not sure, but we should probably go clean up the shop, since we didn't do so when we finished, and it's been a few days since it was done.”

“Okay.” He said and led me to the shop. Once again I barely had time to grab the keys as we went past them.

For the next hour the two of us worked together to clean the shop up spotlessly. Cale was every bit as finicky as I was about that, which is of course a good thing, and by the time we finished, it was pretty much time for Cale to head home. Under cover of the shop, I picked my little lover up, cradling him under his oh so cute diapered bum, and gave him a deep and tender kiss.

“Bye bye Baby, love you.” I whispered as I set him down.

“I love you too. See you tomorrow morning.” He smiled brightly and skipped down to the dock and donned his life jacket and started paddling home.

I closed up the shop again and then headed into the house, to do what I had no idea, because without Cale there, I suddenly felt very bored. I ended up just sitting back on the couch and watching some mindless TV for an hour or so until I felt that dinner was warranted, so went and made and ate something, then went back and watched TV again. I probably should have just gone out to the shop and did some more work, but without Cale there with me, it would have seemed so boring. Not sure why this was, considering for years and years I had worked in there all by myself, never once had another person ever set foot in my shop, at least while I was working. Finally I went to bed and slept peacefully through the night.