Rhythm in my bones

****This story was inspired by a gorgeous young boy in my nieces rhythmic gymnastics group. My sister was unable to take my niece today, so asked me to, glad I did so. He is abut the same age as her, so nine, and my god, stunningly beautiful, and an amazing dancer/gymnast already, for that is what rhythmic gymnastics is, a cross between the two. His face lit up so bright as he was dancing and cartwheeling that you just know he is doing what he loves, and if that boy is not as gay as they come, I'll be shocked, and I think he might even know it already, just the way he carried himself. I think he's very confident, though I never spoke to him at all. Just from what my niece said. Anyway, here's the story, a man/boy, gay, diaper love tale inspired by a beautiful dancer. As always, the choice to read this story is up to you, the reader, and should you wish to contact me, feel free to do so at erich5748 at ymail.com. Hope that you enjoy.****

Being a single father to an incredibly active young girl is hard on a guy. I try to do all for her that I can, but I just don't truly understand her at times. Girls really are incredibly different to boys, there is no doubting that. Even being gay, I still do not understand her all that much.

How did I end up with a daughter, when I'm gay, you might ask. Well, a drunken one night stand, actually, it was an orgy, five guys, three girls, was the one and only time I ever agreed to fuck a woman. She was every bit as gay as me, and we agreed to try it out, neither of us enjoyed ourselves, to tell you the truth. It was hot, having my gay baby boy pussy pounded by my boyfriend as I was fucking her, but the physical act of us having sex, nah, it wasn't what we were into. Every last one of us there were diaper lovers as well, one of the reasons we were friends, and every last one of us were gay or bi, again, the reason we were all friends.

Nine months later, and bam, I'm a daddy. Oh shit, what do I do now. I had not even known until my daughters mother was about ready to pop. She had not caught onto the fact that she was pregnant until she was six months, and had moved out of town shortly after our interlude, and apparently there were a lot of tears. She had no idea what to do, she was in school to become a doctor, she was not ready and did not even want kids, and finally, almost a month before she was due, she contacted me and told me.

To say I was shocked the day I received the call would be an understatement, I had not even thought I had cum, but apparently having my boyfriend plowing my diapered ass was enough to fill her up, and make me a daddy. It took only a minute for me to make the decision that would change my life, I said I would take the baby. Did I ever hope it was going to be a boy. I do not really even like girls, I have no clue how to deal with them, I have always been far more comfortable around boys, hence the reason I am gay I suppose. It just figures that I end up with a daughter, but I swore I would take the baby, and so I did.

I do not strictly have to work, so being a single father is easy in that regard, I was able to stay at home all the time. The problem though, until my daughter was born, I had been a right slut. You would honestly be surprised at just how many gay guys there are out there that are turned on by the fact that I have to wear diapers. They love diaper fucking me, and many times I even got them into them as well, and they truly diaper fucked me. That is honestly what I prefer. Oh, and being piss fucked, mmmm, talk about heaven. Yeah, slut, that pretty much describes me.

Before my daughter was born, I lived in the big city, had a nice condo at the top of a nice tower, had everything a gay guy wanted or needed, a steady stream of guys flowing through like a fucking river, but the day I got the call, I knew I had to sell and buy a house. It was a one bedroom condo, in an adult only building, on the gay side of town, so yeah, I had to sell and move. With only a month to do so, it was tough, but I brought my daughter home to a new house the day after she was born. Of course, it was to be my first day there as well, and so there were still boxes and furniture everywhere.

I also moved out of the city and into the country a ways, I actually bought a little bit of property, and had built a few things for myself.

By the time my daughter was two, I had had built a beautiful indoor gym and pool for us, all in the same building. I am a trained and metaled gymnast, not gold, but I did not too bad for myself. I started training in gymnastics when I was four, it was my true passion, and by the time I was twelve, my parents and coach knew that I was going to go far with it, and so I went as far as I was able to. Only went to the Olympics once, but won many national and world events, then decided to retire. I also worked and trained with my grandpa, who had been a master wood worker, and I had always loved doing that too, so I decided to build myself a nice workshop.

When I lived in the city, I only worked maybe four hours a week training the new generation of gymnasts, since I did not strictly have to work. I only did it for fun and for something to do. When my grandpa died, he left everything he had to me, I was his only grandchild, and my parents did not need it, so I got it all. I kept all my grandpa's woodworking equipment, but I did sell the house, though, no one thought it was worth anything except demolishing and developing, so I sold the two acres to a developer who turned the entire area into a massive townhouse complex.

I was only twenty two when my daughter was born, she is nine now, so I am thirty one now, and we have a pretty nice life. She enjoys training in gymnastics with me, and has done so since she was three, but she was always dancing as well, so I asked her if she wanted to go into dance, and she said no, but that one of her friends does rhythmic gymnastics, and that she might like to try that, so a perfect cross between the two. So, at the age of six, I entered her into that, and she has been going since. With my tutelage in gymnastics, and her natural instinct for dance, she has always done well there. She is not the best though.

The best in her class is a boy.

It is incredibly rare to see a boy in rhythmic gymnastics, the teacher once told me that he was her first, and that she has been teaching for near on twenty years. He was only six when they started, and knew next to nothing about gymnastics, but he already loved to dance a fair bit, and it was nice watching him when he thought no one was, because his face would light up whenever he started to dance. As he got better though, he soon started to outshine my own daughter, who had been far better for a long time. She is damn near as good though, and she does not mind him being better.

When at class, I have always stayed and watched, whereas none of the other parents ever do. I have never helped out in a class, I was never asked to, and it is not my place to offer any input, so I have always just watched. Yes, the teacher knows my skills in gymnastics, we have talked a lot over the years, and has even asked my opinion on things, and I have always given her my opinion on ways to do better. I am not a dancer though, so I know nothing of that aspect, but I do know all sorts of gymnastics, and I still train every day at home.

I found out at the end of the very first class the name of the boy, Matthew, and secretly watched him, for seeing him glow as he always does when he is dancing lights me up as well. I also felt right from the very first class that he is as gay as they come, every bit as gay as I am in fact.

Over the years I have talked to his mom a few times, she too is a single parent of a lone child, and if she knows that Matthew is gay I do not know, but I can only guess that she must assume so. She never says much, and I assume that she's either shy or embarrassed to have a son in something like this, but god knows why she would be. Even she must see how much he glows.

Matthew always wears an incredibly tight pair of workout pants, similar to yoga pants, and a tight tee shirt, and as he has gotten older, he has filled out and now looks stunning. When he started, he was scrawny and I could see all his ribs, but now he has some very nice muscle tone on him, his stomach is now much flatter, instead of sunken in, and far more muscled than it used to be. His cute little bum that used to be kind of small is now hard and round, and when he does his stretches and splits, it damn near makes me hard. Even his arms are looking a lot more filled in, but his legs, they used to be little twigs, now they are incredibly shapely, still trim, but far more powerful than most boys his age. He can now do running flips and cartwheels like crazy, it is fun watching him. His little boyish equipment still does not show much, but he is only nine, so probably not exactly huge yet, but in certain stretch positions, I can effortlessly see that he is all boy.

Matthew always wears his hair short and well styled, it is a rich dark brown that is incredibly soft looking. His eyes are a warm chocolate brown that you can get lost in. His nose is a cute little button on his face with a spattering of light brown freckles across it. He has deep dimples that really show when he smiles, which he does lots as he is performing. He has perfect straight white teeth, and very nice rich red lips, kissable in fact.

The day my story really starts, Matthew's mom actually stayed to watch, and sat right next to me.

“I understand that you're a trained gymnast?”

“That's right, even went to the Olympics and brought home a Bronze.” I answered proudly.

“Wow, that must've been exciting.” She said, though I knew she was only being polite, because the statement did not reach her eyes, and I have always been excellent at reading people.

“Yeah, it was.”

“As you can see, Matthew really enjoys rhythmic gymnastics.”

“Yes, he glows every bit as much as Liz does as she dances.” I said, my daughter's name is Elizabeth, but I call her Liz, but never Lizzy, yuk.

“Yeah.” She sighed.

“You didn't want him in dance or anything, did you?”

“No, I wanted him to be more boyish so that maybe he didn't haveta live how I did.”

“How so?” I asked, though I think I understand.

“I think you understand more than you let on. I think you know that he's gay, yeah, well, so am I, and I couldn't help being a lot more boyish any more than he can help being more girlish, and well, I was taunted mercilessly in school by the time I was in grade seven. I never wanted that for him, I hoped that he'd be more normal With that being said, he's never told me he's gay either though.”

“I've thought he was gay since I started bringing Liz here, and the fact that you are as well doesn't exactly shock me, but then, so am I.”

“That too doesn't shock me.”

“He is normal though, his normal.”

“Yeah, I know, but I hoped for more their normal, he's so soft and caring, so tender and non-judging, but already the kids are starting to tease him, they're already starting to sense that he's different, and while it's getting better for us out there, kids are still cruel to any that are different. He doesn't understand it, he doesn't get why they can't just like him, he likes them, so why should they dislike him. I don't think he has a hateful bone in his body, he's almost too sweet and loving. If it gets as bad for him as it did for me, I'm afraid of what it'll do to him, I don't think he has the strength in him to stand up to it, not like I did, I think he'll crumble.”

“I think he's a lot stronger and more sure of himself than that. What does this have to do with me and gymnastics though?” I wondered.

“Sure, he is now, but how about after a few years of bullying and verbal abuse.”

“True. If it weren't for my caring and understanding parents, I wouldn't have been able to cope.”

“Same. I was always too strong and bull headed, I was suspended countless times for punching out the bullies, but if it weren't for my parents, I couldn't have done it. They always knew who I was, same as I've always known who Matthew is. You sense the same from Liz too, don't you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, when did you start to suspect her as being gay.”

“Three, four at the oldest for sure.”

“Same with Matthew.”

“Yeah, I bet. I still don't understand what my being a gymnast has to do with all this though.”

“He's never had a father figure, but he needs one, and I think he'd really enjoy training with you. You can teach him a lot, Liz knows more about certain things than he does because of the training that you clearly give her at home. Matty's told me that she does lots of work at home, that you have a full gym and a pool, so she's been training in gymnastics since she was three or something.”

“Yeah, about that. So, you want me to give him a little extra training at my place then?”

“Yeah, amongst other things. I want you to talk to him about being gay, make sure he's doing okay, and that he knows everything that he needs to know, so on and so forth. Being a woman, I absolutely don't understand what you boys go through, and of course being lesbian means that I really don't have any boyfriends in the past to work from.”

“Okay, you know what, I'm running into the same problems with Liz, I know the basics of what's about to happen to her, but not enough. So, what say we make a trade for the weekend or something.”

“I don't see a problem with that, in fact, it might work out perfect. If this works out, would you be willing to keep Matthew for a month in a few weeks or so. I haveta go out of town, and I know he'll be bored to tears if he hasta come with me, but I do wanna try a weekend first, just to make sure he's okay with you.”

“I suppose so. Why wouldn't he be.”

“Well, he's never spent the night anywhere before, he's only ever slept at home. He refuses to even think about going to someone's house, not that anyone's asked him, mind you, and I have no other family, so no cousins to spend time with.”

“Let me guess, bed wetter?”

“Heavy.”

“Yeah, know how he feels, and so is Liz.”

“Daytime as well for you at least I can't help but noticing.”

“Most people don't, to tell you the truth, but yeah, full on bladder incontinent, and Liz may develop that as well, though she's a full two years older than I was when I started, so maybe not. She may never stop wetting the bed though.”

“Same with Matty. Talk to him about that then as well. I think he likes his diapers a little more than most do, but then, given how many gay diaper lovers I've met, maybe not.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, let's just say I've never complained that my bladder failed me, and I've met more than a few diaper lovers as well. Had some great times in fact.”

“Don't doubt that in the least.”

“Yeah, so what does Matthew wear to bed then?”

“Just Goodnites, he doesn't want me changing him any more, but I honestly kept the little cutie in Pampers 'til just over a year ago.” She grinned.

“Ah, you like seeing him in his cute baby diapers huh.”

“Yeah, but he's so cute already.”

“He'll probably still fit them, he's so skinny still.”

“Probably not, he was getting close when he asked for Goodnites, so I was gonna haveta find something else anyway. What about Elizabeth?”

“Okay, then he'll get something a lot better then for when he's at my place, he can just wear the same ones I use for Liz, really thick tape on diapers, she doesn't mind me still changing her, but she does know how to diaper herself too.”

“He'll probably really like that, especially if you just accidentally forget that he doesn't need them during the day. I won't mind changing Liz if she asks, in fact I might enjoy it.” She laughed again.

“When do you wanna do the kid swap then?”

“Does Liz have school tomorrow, Matty's school's out tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Then wanna do it today. Give me your address and I could come and pick up Liz and drop off Matty, and we can do a long weekend.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Now, I know that nothing that's about to be said was ever said at all, but if and when Matty asks you for other certain kinds of help learning things, I give my permission.”

“Okay, then same may be held true for Liz, because I'm certain she wants the same things.”

“Excellent, then I think our kids are both gonna be especially happy this weekend.”

“Yes, I think they will. So, what's your name anyway, we've never really talked?” I asked curiously.

“Leanne, and I know your name's James already.”

“Yeah, good to meet you Leanne.”

“Good to meet you as well. I should've done this a while ago.” She laughed.

“You're a bit shy too, aren't you.”

“Yeah, just a bit.”

“That's okay.”

We talked a bit more as we waited for the kids' class to be done, watching the kids, and yes, Matthew definitely looked at me again and smiled brightly, showing off again.

Fuck, I am damn near bursting with the need to cum, hearing all this, and his mom very nearly giving him to me. What I would not give, but I will not take, only if he asks would I do so. Yes, I have always known deep down that I was a boylover, but never before have I ever dreamed that being with such a gorgeous young boy would be possible, but I do agree with his mom, I think he wants it too. Let's just say that I have seen him look at me just a few too many times as he was showing off.

As soon as class was over, we each gathered our brats and explained to them what was happening as we drove home. Our house is a good twenty minutes away, so we had lots of time to talk.

“And just remember Liz, if there's any questions at all that you wanna ask that you don't think you can ask me, just make sure and ask Leanne. Being a girl like you, she's just gonna know things that I don't, as well I know there are just things girls won't talk to their daddies about, even though you know that you can talk to me about anything. Also, so that you know, she's gay, just like me, though lesbian is what she probably goes by.”

“Oh, okay Daddy, but is she gonna be okay with me wearing diapers to bed still?”

“Absolutely, so does Matthew, so she's used to it. Granted, he just wears Goodnites, but she says if you want her to change you, that she'd be happy to do so.”

“Oh, okay, that's good.”

We talked more on the way home, she being excited to go somewhere else for the night, especially somewhere where she could ask all sorts of questions. I know that she is already starting puberty, her chest is getting just a little bumpier than it used to be, so I know that she's starting to get feelings that she is not used to, so this will definitely be a good thing for her. It will be every bit as good for Matthew too, and I am certainly not complaining about that.

I went and helped Liz to pack up, she is used to going out to places to sleep over, so we have proper luggage for her for doing so. She has never been ashamed of wearing diapers to bed, and very boldly told a couple girls in the scout group she used to be in that they were being bullies and that she has to wear diapers to bed, and may always have to. They tried teasing her, she called them bullies, and proudly diapered herself right then and there in the tent with them, not caring at all. She only went to scouts for a couple years though, she did not really like it all that much, but it was good for her and she learned a lot.

Not even half an hour after getting home, I had Liz all packed up and ready to go, and her things were by the door ready to go. Seconds after that, the doorbell rang, so I went and answered it, finding Leanne and Matthew there.

“Hello again, and hello Matthew, come on in. Liz's waiting excitedly, she can't wait.”

“Glad one of them's excited, Matthew's been begging me the entire ride here not to make him do this.”

“Mom.” He whined, clearly embarrassed.

“It's okay Matthew, I understand, really I do. Wetting the bed's nothing in this house, both Liz and I do, and I don't know if your mom told you or not, but I actually have to wear diapers all day, because my bladder fully failed. Liz already understands that this may too eventually happen to her.”

“Really.” He gasped.

“No, I hadn't told him that you wore diapers at all, I wanted you to tell him.”

“Yeah, but you probably should've, it would've helped ease his fears more.”

“I know, but I also wanted him to face his fears too.”

“Fair enough. This is all Liz's things here, let's get her stuff loaded up and Matthew's stuff brought in.”

“Okay.”

Leanne and I each grabbed a bag and took it to her car, and then traded it for the one each of Matthew's bags. Of course both sets of bags are not huge, neither kid needs all that much for just a weekend.

We each gave our kids hugs and kisses bye, told them to behave one final time, Liz excitedly ran to the car, whereas Matthew sniffled sullenly as his mom walked away. He started crying as she pulled away, I let him, once more, he needs to face his fears. Once she was out of sight, I asked Matthew if he needed a hug, and he sniffled and said yes, so I gathered him up into a nice hug, picked him up and cradled him under his chiseled young bum, and just held him as he cried.

“There, feel better?” I asked as he finally stopped sniffling.

“Yeah, sorry, just scared, never spent the night anywhere before.”

“I know, and that's okay too, but you have nothing to be afraid of here. Would you like to go sit down and talk?”

“I guess so.”

“I'm just gonna head to my room and change my diaper quickly, so go ahead and grab a seat, I'll be right out. Actually, it's getting close to dinner, so head to the kitchen and grab a seat and we'll talk as we cook.”

“Okay, you really wear diapers all day?”

“Sure do.”

“Oh, I thought you were just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I hope it did anyway, but it was the truth.”

“Oh.”

I headed to my room and stripped, grabbed all my supplies, then laid on my bed and removed my soggy diaper, one of my thinner daytime ones, and proceeded to change myself into one of my thicker home diapers. During the lotioning, I made sure to rub more than enough to release some of the pent up pressure. After exploding an excellent sized load, I taped myself up and headed to the kitchen in just my diaper.

As I entered the kitchen, Matthew gasped, and from the way he is shaking, I think he may have just had a massive orgasm. Wow, never knew a boy so young could have such an impressive spontaneous orgasm. It took a full thirty seconds for him to come back down, and as he did, he tried saying something, but he was stuttering so bad, I could not understand what he was trying to say.

“Are you trying to ask why I'm in just a diaper?”

He nodded his head yes.

“Because it's more comfortable this way. Don't you ever just go around your house in just your diaper?”

“I don't wear diapers.”

“Sure you do, your mom told me you wear Goodnites to bed.” I said, trying to make it sound as if I were highly puzzled.

“Those aren't diapers, they're Pullups.”

“Well, no, they're not really diapers, I mean, no true diaper would wanna be in the same category as a mere Pullup, but a Pullup is still a diaper, just a slip on diaper. Regardless, you do wear diapers to bed, no matter what you prefer to call them. Now, don't you wear just your diapers around the house?”

He nodded his head subtly yes.

“Exactly. Just like you, I see no reason to be ashamed of what I haveta wear when I'm in my own home. Liz and I walk around in just our diapers all the time, but since her baby boobies started growing, she doesn't usually walk around without a shirt so much any more.”

He blushed massively from that, I laughed out loud.

“Why would that embarrass you. You do know all girls grow boobs right.”

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. Same as you, some day soon, you're gonna start growing more in areas that you never thought would get bigger.”

He did not say anything to this, just looked at me with wide eyes, blushing even more.

“Didn't your mom tell you one of the reasons you're here for the weekend?”

“She just said I could ask you boy questions.”

“Exactly. Like about what's gonna happen in your underwear soon and all that sorta stuff. Before we get into that though, what would you like for dinner?”

“I don't know, not really picky, so just about anything, well, except fish, don't really like fish.”

“Me neither, so chicken Caesar salad wraps sound good to you?”

“Yeah, I like that.”

“Me too, a little more fattening than I usually like to eat, but once every now and then, I do like that, and at least I use my own dressing that's about as low fat as I can make it. Still damn near my entire daily fat intake though.”

“Yeah, my mom usually cooks really healthy as well. Said all that crap the other kids eat's just not good for me.”

“Same, I eat a lot, but I use a lot of energy, but I eat as healthy as I can so that I have the right kinda energy to burn.”

“Yeah, me too. I usually practice at home every day too.”

“Same with Liz and I.”

As we were talking, I was starting to get everything that we would need. As I got the chicken on the grill, because I prefer grilled chicken, I asked Matthew to start getting the lettuce washed and dried, and then torn up, and he did so. As we cooked, we talked, mostly just getting to know each other a bit, and Matthew really is as gentle and kind as his mom said he is. He is also an incredibly bright and sunny child, meaning that he is smart, but also that he talks well and smiles brightly as he does.

Once dinner was ready, we sat down and ate, eating our fill, talking more as we did so. As soon as we were done, we cleaned up our mess.

“So, you wanna go sit in the living room and talk more, or would you rather go swimming and then sit in the hot tub and sauna and talk?”

“Could we go swimming, I really like swimming.”

“Okay, but my pool has a strict rule though, well, two.”

“What.”

“First, no drowning, it's simply not allowed, and the other thing that's simply not allowed, clothes.”

“What, I'm not allowed to wear shorts?” He gasped and blushed huge, but I also think he just went rock hard in his pants again.

“Exactly. I knew you'd like that. All boys like swimming free. Granted, so does Liz.”

“Really?”

“Yep, so come on buddy, let's go swimming.”

“I don't know abut this.”

“Don't make me carry you there and strip you forcefully.” I growled playfully.

He just looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes all wide again. I do not think that he is used to sarcasm and joking around. Leanne certainly seems very dry and dull, but honestly, that could be my lack of feelings for almost any female showing through. I love two females exactly, my mom and my daughter. With that being said, though, I still do not understand them or their motives.

“Y-y-y-you wouldn't really d-d-d-do that, w-w-w-would you?”

“Oh, I was just teasing you. You need to learn to loosen up, learn to joke around some. I know, it's hard living with only women, I find most women far too serious all the time, everything's a huge deal, when more often than not, it really doesn't even matter any at all. You're a boy though, you need to learn to joke and have fun, be loose and relaxed. If there's only one thing I can teach you more than anything about gymnastics is that you have to be free. There are lots of rules, sure, but you still have to be free, go with the flow, move freely, make it flow, or it always looks faked. Now, come on Buddy, let's go swimming, and don't be afraid. I guarantee that you'll love it, and I also guarantee that you have nothing to be ashamed about at all.”

I held out my hand, and after only a few seconds he reached out and took it, and I led him to the pool. When I had had the pool and gym constructed, I had them placed more at the back corner of the house, so that it did not obstruct the views any, and there was nothing to that side that I cared to see anyway, and had them add a nice covered breezeway to connect the two. The entrance to the pool and gym is just off the dining room, so we headed down there.

When we arrived, I led Matthew to the change room first. I stripped off my diaper and threw it in the trash because it was already slightly wet, and Matthew was staring.

“Psst, Buddy, it's not polite to stare.” I said, trying not to laugh at his complete and total lack of composure, and only one look to the front of his pants confirmed that he is every bit as hard as a nine year old boy can be.

His eyes snapped up to mine, and even more blush spread out across his cheeks. He stuttered out sorry.

“It's okay, I'm guessing by your reaction that you've never even seen another boy naked before, have you?”

He shook his head no.

“Thought not. Don't worry, all boys look, just most try not to stare. It's natural to look though, to see what's to come. Given that you don't have a father, you don't get the normal glimpses as to what's happening and what will happen, hence the reason your mom asked me to help you out.”

“My mom asked you to get naked in front of me.” He gasped.

“No, not so much, at least not in so many words. No, this is just swimming, and swimming entails getting cleaned first, so we'd naturally haveta be naked to clean off first. Now, go ahead and strip, or would you like me to help you out. If you need to, you can close your eyes.”

“Can you please.” He said, though he blushed a bit more from it.

I am not entirely sure if he knows that he is as hard as granite or not, but as I reached in to slip off his shirt he did close his eyes, which is for the best, this way he will not see that he is hard if he has not realized it yet.

Now, for whatever reason, Matthew has never removed his shirt during practice, even though I sure as hell would have, so I have never seen him without a shirt before. Wow, is about all I can say. He is already developing a muscular tummy and chest, he has the very beginning of a six pack and pecs, and his shoulders too are starting to develop and widen a bit. He has a cute little innie belly button, and the V that leads down is well defined. His little boyish tits are dime sized and a rich dark brown. His little armpits are smooth and creamy. He has a little bit of tan on his skin, but he is still relatively pale. He has the finest dusting of the softest hairs on his arms, but nowhere else that I can see, and I am very closely admiring.

Next I reach to his pants and unhook the button on his jeans, then pull down the zipper. I let them fall to the floor, then grasp first his right leg and lift it up and pull the pants off that leg, then the other, and I throw them to the side. I then lift each foot again and slide off his socks.

Now he is standing in front of me in only an adorable pair of cartoon briefs. Let me put it to you this way, Spider Man is very distorted right now. He is incredibly hard. So hard in fact that I can see him pulsing beneath the fabric.

Now that he is without pants, because I have never seen him in shorts either, I check out his legs. They look even better than in his workout pants. Nice powerful thighs and calves. I can already see a couple of the larger muscles forming under his blemish free skin. Even his little feet are cute, his toes nice and shapely, and I am not really a foot person, but his feet would drive those people crazy. He has more of the super fine hair on his legs. The colour of his skin here is the same as above, and no discernible tan line, so this must be his natural colour, unless he sunbathes nude, which I would not complain about.

Finally I reach in to remove his final article of clothing, and I looked up to Matthew's face as I did this, and saw that he scrunched his eyes even more closed. I can see even more blush on his cheeks than there was before. Clearly he wants what is about to happen a great deal, but he is embarrassed as well. That is okay, the first time is the hardest, and I think he might just be at his hardest too. He even grunted as his fine little erection caught the waist band of his undies and snapped up as it released. I had tried to pull past it enough, but the elastic would not stretch that far. If he does not know that he is hard now, I have no idea what he could possibly be thinking.

Finally I check out his little boyish equipment, and he is not so little. Nowhere near what he will soon have, of course, but if memory serves me correctly, he has nothing to scoff at. I was already a right slut at not much older than Matthew is now, so I had gotten the chance to witness plenty of hot boy meat, and I think he may just be the largest boy I have ever seen hard. In fact I am reasonably certain I did not get to the same size until I was around eleven or maybe even twelve.

I would say that he is every bit as long as my middle finger, and slightly thicker than my thumb, so roughly eleven to eleven and a half centimeters long, and probably close to five or so around. His cute little ball sac is tucked up close to his body, so I cannot truly see the size of it, but it looks truly tasty none the less. The fine dusting of hair that is on his tummy and legs does continue into his area as well, and I can even see it on his balls too. He was not clipped at birth, so is fortunate enough to still have his foreskin, though at the moment it hardly looks like he has one, because his bright purple head is just peeking out. It is not glistening with moisture, but he is still much too young to produce any lube of his own yet. In his hardened state, he sticks almost straight up, and curves only ever so slightly to his right. Otherwise his incredible looking erection is very nearly perfectly straight, even though he most certainly is not.

Even though I truly want to reach in the last few centimeters and suck the gorgeous little boy in and give him the most amazing blow job he would ever receive, I do not. I probably will not even this weekend at all. There is much to teach before I allow him to get into that yet. I also do not want him to rush it, not like I did. Like I said, I was a right little slut, and from the very first time I felt a dick in my mouth, I just had to have it all the time, and did so. Of course, I also gave up my ass that exact same day, and craved that like nothing before or after. Still to this day, I only truly feel happy when I am being filled. Well, maybe when I do gymnastics as well.

Finally I stand up, and put my finger under Matthew's chin and tilt it up so that he is looking at me, and whisper to him to open his eyes, and so he does.

“You have an incredibly good looking body Matthew, and you deserve to show it off. You know you're hard though, don't you?” I whispered and he nodded.

“You knew you were hard before I even started undressing you, didn't you?” He nodded again.

“You wanted me to see you hard, didn't you?” He nodded again.

“You already know and understand something about yourself, you already think you're gay, don't you?” I whispered, he nodded.

“That's what I thought. These feelings coursing through you right now, they probably feel strange, and maybe even wrong, but don't worry, they're perfectly natural. Right now your hard little cocklett is probably telling you to do all sorts of things, ignore your dick, it only has one goal in mind, but you have to let your top head control things, not your bottom head like I did.”

I am not sure he knew what to make of this, because he looked puzzled, and clearly still embarrassed, but his little bottom head was still telling him to do so many naughty things. Finally I saw the understanding in his eyes, and he tried to look down in shame. I just lifted his chin again and made him look at me.

“No shame, what you want, what you desire, it's not wrong, what your dick's telling you to do, can feel amazing, that's why it tries to over rule your brain, it understands things, sometimes better than your brain does, but it only wants the good feelings, it doesn't care about anything else. I did that, I let my little dick lead me, and sure, it felt amazing, but it took me a long time to truly understand everything that my dick was telling me to do. I don't want that for you. I want you to understand things before you go letting your dick call the shots.”

“It can't think.” He whispered.

“No! Can you really tell me that after the mental fight I just saw you having with your dick. What was it telling you to do, drop to your knees and suck me, maybe bend over and offer me your bum?”

Well, he blushed even more with that.

“From that blush, I think I got it right on both counts, and maybe more. Your dick was telling you to do all sorts of things that you've never truly even imagined before, wasn't it?” He only nodded subtly.

“I know what you're going through, I know how you feel. I wasn't much older than you are now, just about ten, when I met a boy who made my dick stand up and shout out to me to do all sorts of things. Like you, I knew he was gay, and I know you know I'm gay, well, I knew enough at that time to know that gay boys could play together, and boy did we. He was two years older than I, but neither of us knew anything, and we learned a lot together. But, like I said, I don't want that for you, I want you to understand things before you go and do them, because it's far better for you in the long run.”

“Really.” He whispered.

“Yes. Like I said, the feelings coursing through you right now, they're not wrong, and they can feel incredibly right, but only when you're ready to handle them. Now, let's go get cleaned up and go swimming, okay, that'll help take your mind off it and allow your dick to go soft, which will help.”

I grasped Matthew's hand once more and led him to the shower. I turned on two heads and urged Matthew to wash up fully. I had to tell him to stop stroking himself, he had not even realized he was doing it, it was cute, but he blushed even more, and I think maybe even leaked out a few tears. I had to tell him to make sure and wash his bum and peepee good and proper, which is why I ended up having to tell him to stop playing, or I may have accidentally witnessed him having another orgasm. And yes, I am painfully hard, something that Matthew has yet to notice, but only because I tried to keep him from seeing it, or his dick may have made him hit his knees and take me in.

As we were leaving the shower, he did finally see that I am at full mast though, and he stumbled as he had another incredibly powerful orgasm, and fell to the floor. He actually managed to black out for a few seconds. I already had him in my arms as he came down.

“What happened.” Matthew asked innocently, when he realized that I was holding him.

“It seems that when you finally noticed my hard dick, the feelings all slammed into you and caused you to have a rather powerful orgasm, which caused you to pass out for a few seconds. That can happen the first few times it happens, because the feelings are so strong, your mind and body can't always cope with it. It gets easier though. Other than earlier when you saw me in my diaper, have you ever felt that before?”

“No, you saw that?”

“Yes, it was cute actually.”

“Oh.”

“Do you understand what happened?”

“No.”

“That's why you need to learn, to learn to understand all these feelings and what's happening to you.”

“And you're gonna teach me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

I set Matthew down and led him to the pool and I dove in, and he followed suit. We started swimming to work out, and I am happy to see that Matthew pushes himself hard, and swims excellently. We probably swam for a good hour before I told Matthew that that was enough, and so we hopped into the hot tub.

“So, I can't help but notice that you're finally soft.”

“Yeah.”

“That's good. You're cute like that, so much smaller. Granted, I think you might be larger, both soft and hard, than most boys your age. I sure never remember meeting a boy as big as you when I was your age.”

“Really.”

“Absolutely. I wasn't as large as you are already 'til I was probably close to twelve, or over. Not sure. I didn't keep the journal that had my measurements in it, so I can't tell you for sure.”

“You measured your peepee?” He asked in wide eyed wonder.

“Oh yeah, all the freaking time. My friends and I all did, it was fun to see who was growing and how much. I was never the biggest, nor the smallest, but we all enjoyed ourselves, too much at times I'm sure. Maybe I'll tell you some of my tales some day soon.”

“Wow, I never even thought of measuring myself before.”

“Liar.” I grinned.

“Well, okay, but only once.” He giggled.

“That's what I thought. All boys are curious. That's the way it's supposed to be.”

“Really?” He whispered.

“Yep. So, what all do you know about your body and all the changes that are about to happen?”

“Um, nothing really.”

“Oh, okay.” I said, and then gave him the full version, and for nearly forty minutes he sat there enraptured by what I was telling him.

“Do you have any questions?”

“Um, no.”

“Once you process all this information, I'm sure you'll come up with a few. Never be ashamed to ask me anything, you can't possibly embarrass me, and nothing at all that you can ask or tell me will shock me, and I want for you to be yourself around me as well, so anything at all that you want or need to be who you are, make sure and let me know, okay.”

“Okay, not sure I understand that.”

“No, maybe not yet, but you will. So, tell me, when did you first start thinking that you were gay?”

“I don't know. Always maybe.”

“Yeah, you've always felt that you were more comfortable around boys right. I was the same.”

“Yeah, I think so. Some of the older kids at school tease me that I must be gay, and I think maybe I am, but I don't know why they tease me about it, like it's a bad thing. I don't think it is, I just wanna be friends with them, but they tease me.”

“They tease because they don't understand.”

“Well, it's mean.”

“Yes it is, but kids are all too often mean, sometimes they don't even mean to be, but it just happens. What you need to do is look them right in the eye and say yeah, so what, I am who I am and nothing you can say would make me ashamed of that. You never have to agree or disagree, but if you do, and tell them that, then I guarantee that you'll feel a lot better, and if they see that it doesn't bother you, then they'll likely stop. Like I said though, sometimes they don't even realize it, and or they just don't know any better.”

“You think I should tell them I'm gay?”

“First of all, are you?”

“Yeah, I really think I am.”

“Yeah, to tell the truth, I really think you are too. Have you ever looked at a girl and thought of her as pretty, or that maybe you'd like to see her naked.”

“No.” He gasped out in clear disgust.

“No, but how about boys?”

“Oh god, all the time.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought. I wasn't a lot older than you are now when I fully grasped who and what I was, the kids had already started teasing me too, calling me gay and all sorts of things. I didn't understand for a long time, but once I did, and I came to terms with who and what I truly was, and finally admitted to them that yes, I am gay, and nothing they could say could make me ashamed of that was the best day of my life. I was so much more free after that.”

“You think I should tell them then?”

“It's really up to you, that hasta be your decision and yours alone, but it'll make you feel better, and might even help to lessen it at the very least. Just remember, sometimes life just tosses assholes at us, it's how we deal with them that decides whether we're happy or not. If you don't let them get you down, because you're happy with who and what you are, then you won't be hurt.”

“Oh, I think I understand. If I'm happy, why should I let them make me sad?” He said after a couple minutes of pondering.

“Exactly.”

We talked for a few minutes more while sitting in the hot tub, but then I transferred us to the sauna, and we talked more, then to the steam room, and we talked more, and finally we went and dove back into the pool. Clearly Matthew is used to doing this, because he did not even make a sound. I always find it so refreshing to do so, and it is good for the skin. Finally I led us back to the showers to wash and dry off. I passed Matthew a towel from the warming cabinet, this he really liked, a nice warm towel after a nice warm shower, and he dried off as well.

I then led him back into the house, we each grabbed one of his bags as we passed them, I telling him that we would go find him a bedroom and get him all set for the weekend. I gave him the one that is right next to mine, it is set up already for a boy anyway, so it is perfect. It also already has a change table in it, so that too is perfect. I had already come in and stocked it full of diapers, wipes, cream, lotion, and powder for good and proper diaper changes.

I helped Matthew to put all his things away in the dresser, and if he noticed that he had no Goodnites in his bag he said nothing. Nor did he say anything about the clearly visible change table and diapers. I did see him peek at it several times though.

“Okay Buddy, can you get into your own diaper, or would you like for me to help you out?” I asked once we were done.

“It's not bedtime yet though, is it?”

“No, not yet, but we may as well get ready for bed.”

“Oh crap, I didn't see any Goodnites, Mommy said she was gonna take care of that.” He said in panic.

“It's okay, Goodnites aren't actually allowed in this house anyway, they're very nearly useless. So, can you diaper yourself, or would you like help?” I asked, pointing at the stacks of diapers.

“Why do you have diapers to fit me?”

“You're the same size as Liz, silly, I told you, she wets the bed, these are her diapers as well.”

“Really.”

“Yep, so, can you, or would you like me to.” I asked again.

“Can you please, I don't know how.”

“That's okay Buddy, I'll happily change you the entire time you're here, no worries, and for at home, I'll teach you how to change yourself, so that you don't haveta ask your mom to change you. Would you like that?”

“But, I use Goodnites at home, she wouldn't haveta change me anyway?”

“I guarantee that after this weekend and getting real and proper diapers that you're gonna ask her to get you them for at home anyway, so you'll either need to learn to do so on your own or let your mom change you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind anyway.”

“You think so.” He whispered.

I only nodded, but picked the cute little boy up and laid him down on the change table that was designed for even an adult to use. By the time I had him laid down, his little erection was already pulsing away madly. He had started to get hard the second I asked him if he wanted me to diaper him, and he had been getting harder and harder since. Now he is pulsing madly once more, and I doubt that I am going to make it through lotioning him without making him cum, though no, I will not be trying to do so either. I will be suitably shocked though if he does not cum.

I grabbed a diaper from the stacks under him, one of the nice super thick diapers that we like, opened it up, and went to slip it under Matthew's incredibly shapely little bum. He had been watching the entire thing with wide bright eyes, and saw what he needed to do, so lifted up and allowed me to slip it in place.

As soon as I had the diaper in place, I squirted a lot of nice sweet smelling baby lotion into my hands and worked it for a moment to warm it up, and then proceeded to lotion Matthew up completely. I was right, he lasted exactly twenty seconds before exploding once more. I was watching his face at the time, he was watching my hands, I saw his eyes roll up into the back of his head, and he passed out.

He was not coming too right away, and I am now so fucking hard I am in pain. I reached down, gave myself just three strokes, and then added even more baby lotion to Matthew's diaper area. Fuck, that may very well be my largest load to date.

I shuddered as I came down, and then switched out to the diaper rash cream, and added lots of that, and then Matthew came down and came too as I was sprinkling on a healthy dusting of baby powder.

“Wow.” Was all Matthew said as he did finally come down.

I just smiled brightly to him and pulled up and taped closed his first real diaper in a long time.

“There you go Baby, nice and thickly diapered. How'd you like.”

“Wow, that was a good diaper change.”

“Yeah, you seem to have a hair trigger though, you seem to orgasm real easy.”

“I've never done that before, I think it's you.” He whispered, especially the last part, I think he was hoping I did not hear him, but I did, but I just ignored it, for now.

“Okay, hop down and I'll go get my diaper on.”

“C-c-c-c-could, I c-c-c-change you?” He stammered, clearly embarrassed, but once more I think his lower head is telling him what to do.

“Is this you talking, or your dick?”

“Maybe a bit of both.” He grinned sheepishly.

“More bottom than top head I'm thinking. I'll tell you what, though, I'll allow you to change me, as long as you promise to behave yourself. If I have to smack your hands for playing, I will.”

“I wouldn't.”

“You don't really believe that, do you. Already, your dick's telling you to do just that, to grasp on and don't let go, and to go wild. Tell me the truth.”

“I'm not bad, am I?”

“Of course you're not, but you also don't needta start doing that quite yet. Can you promise?”

“I promise to try.”

“Do I need to get a spray bottle full of cold water, for just in case?” I grinned, to show him I am teasing him.

“Maybe you should, the things my peepee's telling me to do right now, wow, I don't honestly think I've ever thought of them before.”

“Exactly. Come on, you'll be fine, just tell your little cocklett that you're in control.”

Well, I had to burst out laughing, when he looked down, pulled out the front of his diaper, and told his dick that he was in control. He really is quite witty and funny, I love that about him. I led him to my bedroom and then laid on my change table and allowed Matthew to go ahead and diaper me up. Since he has never diapered someone before, I did have to guide him, and a few times I could tell his already raging hormones were trying to get the best of him, so I would say concentrate, and that would snap him out of it.

Matthew did an amazing job of diapering me though, his hands are so gloriously soft and tender, and warm too, it was definitely the most incredible diaper change I have ever experienced. Even though I am still painfully hard, I did not cum, I was trying really hard not to, absolutely no pun intended, because, had I not been trying so hard not to cum, trust me, I would have exploded a fantastical load.

“Thanks Baby, that was nice.”

“I'm not a baby, you know.”

“No, but don't deny that you like me calling you baby. I saw the look of utter contentment show when I called you baby.”

“Yeah, it feels nice for you to call me that, and I know you're not teasing me, because you're every bit as much a baby as I am, aren't you?”

“Yeah. I may need my diapers, but I truly love them too, and I'd never give them up, not now, not ever.”

“What if I didn't truly need them all day, but sometimes dreamed of wearing them all day, would that be bad?”

“Do you think it's bad.”

“Yeah.” He said ashamedly.

“Well, it's not. Is that something that you'd like?”

“I think so. You told me that I should tell you anything like that, so I thought I should, but I think I've dreamed about wearing diapers all day for a long time.”

“How often do you sneak your Goodnites during the day?”

“Not as often as I'd like to sometimes, but probably more than I should've.”

“No, there's no such thing as too much diaper love I don't think. You are a diaper lover too, aren't you?”

“Yeah, I really think I am.”

“And would you be utterly crushed to know that from here on out this weekend you're not allowed to go peepee in the potty?”

“No, probably not nearly so much as I should be.” He grinned brightly again.

“No, probably not.”

I asked Matthew what time he was usually in bed for, and he said he's usually falling asleep himself no later than eight, eight-thirty at the latest. We had gotten home just about five, had dinner, and swam and talked for near on two and a half hours, so it is getting close to eight already. I asked him if he was getting sleepy enough to go to bed yet, and he said he was good for a bit longer, so I told him we would go and watch TV for a bit. We stopped in the kitchen first for a nice long drink, because we are both good and thirsty now.

We went and sat on the couch, and as soon as I sat down, Matthew snuggled right into me. I put on a show that I thought Matthew would like, he seems the curious type, so it was a really cool science program. It was a bit better than thirty minutes later that I detected the sounds of a sleeping baby boy next to me. I guess he was so relaxed, and it is getting late for him, that he had fallen fast asleep.

As carefully as I could, I untangled myself from him, because of the way he had been laying on me, he was practically hugging me, but he did not stir at all as I got up. I gently picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. I checked his diaper, and he is wet, but only just a little bit, so more than enough room left for his sleep pee. I tucked him in and gave him a tender kiss to his forehead, whispered to him to have a good sleep, and then headed out, shutting off the lights on my way out.

I am a morning person, so, as such, I too am in bed fairly early, usually no later than nine-thirty myself, so I decided to head to bed now and read for a bit before going to sleep, and managed to read for just about an hour. I checked my diaper to make sure that it would hold up for the night, and it too is good, and so I went to sleep.