Chapter 2



When I woke up this morning, at just a few minutes after five, I was not alone. Matthew was in bed with me, curled right into my side, and then I realized what had waken me up. He is diaper humping my diapered hip. I looked to him and can see that he is still sound asleep, so he must be having one hell of a vivid dream, I can hear him whimpering, muttering, and then, with a gasp and a cute little squeak, he came. Well, that was all I needed, I rubbed my rock hard dick only three times on the outside of my nice soggy diaper, and added just a little more wetness to it. Matthew is still not awake.


Matthew now has a soft glowing smile on his angelic sleeping face, my god he truly is beautiful. He is gloriously soft and warm all cuddled up to me, I am on my back, and his head is nestled right on my shoulder, he is on his right side, his left leg is up over me, pressing into the bottom of my soggy diaper, hence his easy ability to diaper hump me in his sleep.


I wrapped my arm protectively around Matthew and held him as he slept, his warm sexually satisfied smile changed to one of more peace and contentment. For half an hour more I held Matthew as he continued to sleep, I stayed awake, just enjoying the feeling of the beautiful baby boy cuddled up to me, it is incredibly peaceful, until finally Matthew started coming awake.


When his eyes opened, he looked up to me and saw that I was awake and smiled brightly.


“Good morning there Baby, what brought you into here?”


“Sorry, I woke up in the night and was scared, it took me a few minutes to remember where I was, and so I came to your bedroom, but you didn't wake up, so I crawled in with you, and I fell back to sleep right away.”


“Okay, I don't mind. Liz still comes and crawls in with me once or twice a week if she wakes up too early. Did you have really good dreams after coming in here?”


“Hmm, oh, yeah.” He sighed after only a moments thinking about what he was dreaming about.


“By that reaction, I guess it was a very good dream?”


“Yeah.”


“Did you get to sink that hard little diapered dinky into a willing hole or something?”


“Yeah.” He blushed and grinned.


“Yeah, felt like a nice dream, I woke up to the feeling of you diaper humping me.”


“What?” He gasped, and blushed even more.


“It's okay, I understand. I hope you weren't dreaming of me.”


“No.” He said too quickly, and I can see in his eyes that he is lying through his teeth.


“That's good, 'cause I'm too old for you. If we did do that sorta thing, I could get in serious trouble.”


“Oh, well, I wouldn't want that.” He said, but he sounds a little deflated from that news too.


“You'll be okay.” I said, and kissed his forehead and rubbed his soggy baby bum gently.


It did not seem that Matthew wanted that to stop any time soon, because he just made a purring type sound and cuddled even more into me. I decided to allow just a few more minutes of tenderness before I said that we should be getting up. I smacked his cute little baby bum gently and told him it was time to get up.


“Your soggy baby diaper should be good for a while yet, so let's go get breakfast shall we, then we'll come and change each other.”


“You mean it, I getta change you again, and you're really gonna change me into a fresh baby diaper?”


“Yeah, I said we would yesterday, remember.”


“Yeah, I know, I just thought maybe that was part of my dream.”


“I think maybe it was anyway.”

“Yeah, I think maybe you're right.” He sighed contentedly.


We headed to the kitchen, and I was right, Matthew is even sexier in nothing but a very soggy diaper. I had been able to feel that he was every bit as wet as me this morning, but seeing it is so much better, though, I have to admit that getting to pet his soggy baby diapered bum had been wonderful as well.


We made breakfast together, oatmeal with raisins and cinnamon, a hard boiled egg, and some fruit and yogurt. There is a lot there for the two of us, but given my training regimen, I actually eat a lot, and so seems does Matthew, because he ate a good helping as well, but not quite as much as me. We cleaned up our mess, then I held out my hand for Matthew to take, and he did quickly with a warm smile, and I led him to my bedroom. I have lots of Liz's diapers in my room on my change table already anyway, so there is no real need to take him to his bedroom, we can change each other just as easily in my bedroom.


I picked Matthew up and laid him on the change table first, and proceeded to open up his diaper. Lo and behold, he is hard again.


“What, did you go hard the instant you knew we were coming for diaper changes or something?” I laughed.


“Yeah, I did, I don't know why though. Just thinking about you changing me makes it happen.”


“I think you know why, deep down, you just maybe can't admit it yet, and that's fine. It'll take time, don't rush things, eventually all will make sense to you. And don't worry about being hard around me, I don't mind, I think you're a beautiful baby boy, soft or hard, naked or diapered, hell even dressed you're quite beautiful.”


“I'm not beautiful.” He said softly.


“Yes, you are. Not beautiful in the same sense as a girl can be beautiful, but the same in many ways as well. Trust me, I know for a fact that I'm not the only one to think that of you. Your beauty though isn't just skin deep, I think you're a truly beautiful person all the way through. You really can't hate anyone, can you, you said it yesterday a bit, even those who tease you, you still wanna be friends with.”


He was unable to say anything to this, but I urged him to say thank you to my compliment and to not be ashamed. As I changed him, I made him practice this, I would compliment him and I made him accept it, and in this way, I managed to get Matthew changed completely without him cumming once.


“Well, I guess that's one way to prevent you from having a powerful baby boygasm during a soggy baby bum change, make you concentrate on something else.” I laughed.


“Huh, yeah, I guess so.” He giggled when he realized what I meant.


I picked Matthew up and set him down, and then hopped up on the the table myself and presented myself for the changing.


“I think you're really beautiful too, you know.” He said as he was wiping me down.


“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” I smiled warmly to him, then had to smack his hand lightly.


“Oops.” He grinned. “Didn't even realize I was doing it again.” He giggled.


“No, control your bottom head.”


“Hey, settle down, down there will you.” He said, while pulling out the front of his diaper and talking to his dick again.


I laughed. Matthew was able to behave through the rest of my soggy baby bum change, and finally he had me taped up nice and snug, I really do love him changing me.


“Okay Baby boy, off to the gym for a good workout.”


“Okay.” He said excitedly.


We held hands once again as I led Matthew to the gym, though I know he knows the way, it just feels nice, and he seems to like it every bit as much as I do. When we arrived, Matthew asked if we were just gonna work in our diapers, to which I answered, “Absolutely.”


Matthew grinned from hearing this, and as soon as we were ready, I started us on a really good stretching routine. Now, Matthew is already incredibly flexible, he can already touch his nose to his knees, he can do the splits in every way, and virtually every other stretch you can imagine. I do not need to teach him all that, and so we start our stretching routine, but I do make him pull harder, hold longer, point his toes just a little more, I am really making him stretch until he is nearly breaking.


I stretch for a minimum of half an hour every morning before even starting to work out, trust me, in my sport, being able to stretch and bend and move is paramount, and while Matthew does not strictly need this as much, he does every bit as good anyway, and he is glowing all the while I am pushing him. Not one single complaint, though he would often tell me that that was as far as he could go, to which I would reply that he could go just a bit further, and so he would try, and get an extra millimeter or so.


Matthew is already excellent at cartwheels, hand springs, running flips, and all that, but he cannot do a standing flip, or many other things. I took us over to the trampoline. I have a full gymnast trampoline in my gym for training on, and I can do some pretty amazing things on it, but it is not my equipment of choice. I am more the pommel horse and the rings, though I can do most all gymnastics.


Once to the trampoline, I showed Matthew what I wanted him to do, and then proceeded to teach him how to do so. The first few times he failed, but he is incredibly exacting and willing, and so caught on after only the first few times. I started on front flips, then back flips, and before too long, he had it. All this I made sure he did without bouncing, the only reason we are on the trampoline is to protect him when and if he fails.


Since we are on the trampoline though, I do decide to teach him how to do a few other cool tricks on the trampoline that may or may not help him in his rhythmic gymnastics, but would certainly add to his abilities none the less. I had him stand off to the side, and then got a good bounce going, and then did a few things. I then stood off to the side and told Matthew to try them as well, and told him exactly how to do so. He was a bit nervous at first, but gave it a shot and did it very respectably the first time, and so I made him continue trying until he had it very nearly perfect, which he succeeded at on only his tenth try. Not bad.


I showed him another thing, and then made him do that, and again, after only a relatively short amount of time, he was doing incredibly well. I showed him even more things to do, and every time he did it after only a few tries.


After nearly two solid hours of working, on top of the almost forty minutes of stretching, we are both getting good and sweaty, though Matthew does not appear to be winded yet, and still seems as if he could keep going. I decide to call it though, I do not wish to over work Matthew, and I think I might be able, his inner drive will not tell him to stop, so I will have to.


“So, how was it, getting to work out in nothing but a nice thick diaper?” I asked as we were heading to the showers.


“Really nice, actually. I never had to worry about having to go pee or anything. I'm constantly having to remind myself to not pee my pants, it's happened before, when I'm not concentrating, I can wet my pants. Thankfully it's never happened at school or at practice, but the mall or the museum, at home all the time, and several other places. As soon as I lose focus, I can pee.”


“Really. Has it always been this way?”


“Yeah.”


“Does your mom or doctor know?”


“Don't know, not sure I ever mentioned it, it's just the way it's always been for me.” He said, scrunching up his nose as he thought about it, it was cute.


“That's not normal though, most kids don't haveta concentrate on not wetting their pants like that, though Liz does, and I did before my bladder failed. I guess it doesn't matter all that much if you stay wearing diapers, then you never haveta worry about it, but if you don't, then you should let your doctor know.”


“Oh.”


When we reached the shower, I reached out and removed Matthew's diaper for him, and then he did the same for me, and we had a nice quick shower to clean off. I wanted to visit the hot tub and the sauna again, but we have to be clean first. As soon as we are both good and clean, I clasp Matthew's small hand in mine and lead him to the hot tub and we slip in. We both sigh deeply as we do so.


“Mmm, this is nice. A great workout and then a great hot tub. I wish I had all this at home. I'd never go to class again, I'd just do it all here.”


“Yeah, it is great, but you like the rhythmic gymnastics remember, I can't teach you the dance portion of it.”


“True. But this is nice.” He sighed deeply.


“Mmmhmm.” I sighed as well.


We laid back and soaked our tired muscles, not even talking, for a good twenty or more minutes, then hit the sauna and the steam rooms, and in there Matthew asked me all sorts of questions. He is starting to understand more and more of his feelings, and so is asking me about that, and that is good. Finally we jump into the pool to cool off and close our pores, and then finally we go have a nice cool shower to rinse off.


Matthew clasped his small hand in mine this time, looked up to me and smiled warmly, and we walked side by side, naked, to my bedroom so that we can diaper each other up nice and thick, the way we desire and deserve.


Matthew must be a bit more tired now, though, because even though he is just as hard as is becoming normal, he did not cum, and when he changed me, I only had to warn him gently once. It was funny though, the look on Matthew's face as I told him it was time to get dressed.


“How come we haveta get dressed, I was hoping to get to wear just my baby diaper all day?”


“Well, you do get to wear your baby diaper all day, but we haveta get dressed so that we can go out and work in the shop. Unfortunately you can't go out there nearly naked, it's just not safe.”


“Oh, what are we gonna do?”


“Play around some and I'm gonna teach you how to do some woodworking.”


“Oh, okay, I guess so.” He shrugged.


“You've never worked with any sort of tool before, have you?”


“No, never even seen a tool before except on TV.”


“That's too bad. All kids need to learn how to work with their hands and their heads, but boys especially. Boys are different to girls in that we really do haveta create and build things, they don't seem to haveta, though I've met both boys and girls that are the exact opposite, so it's not true of all boys and girls, just most. Liz enjoys working in the shop with me, but to her it's just not the same. I think you're very creative though and need some way to let it all out. You do that amazingly well in gymnastics, but I think you need something else as well, and I think making stuff would be good for you.”


“I think I'd like that actually. I'm always bored at home, I hate watching TV all the time, I don't like games, so I almost never play, and so I play with my Lego all the time, or I read. I do love building things, so maybe this'll be good.”


“You and I are alike that way. I watch maybe two hours of TV a week, otherwise I'm doing something else.”


“Sounds about the same for me actually.”


“And that's good. How many kids in your class are already starting to get fat because they watch more TV in one afternoon than we watch in an entire week? How many of the kids in your class are always so hyper active that they can't concentrate?”


“Man, most of them. There's one girl in my class who looks like a beach ball with legs, it's kinda gross actually.”


I damn near burst out laughing at the look on his face. He is so clearly gay it is not even funny.


“Exactly, they all need to turn off their TV's and games systems and go and play outside, do something, build something, focus their minds on something else and get active. Unfortunately it's not considered polite to say this.”


“Too bad. I'd never actually something like that to someone though, that'd hurt their feelings, then I'd feel bad.”


“You should never say something to hurt someone, true, but in some cases to not say anything is almost as hurtful when they are doing that and hurting themselves.”


“You're probably right.”


I went and grabbed some clothes for Matthew, just a pair of well worn pants and a tee shirt, as well as some socks, I had told Leanne to pack some good work clothes for him, and came back to my bedroom and proceeded to dress Matthew completely, even putting his socks on for him.


He asked me if he could dress me too, to which I replied yes, and so I pointed him to the correct drawers in my dresser. He gathered some good work clothes for me, and then proceeded to dress me as well, even putting my socks on me too. It was quite nice, no one has dressed me in years, call it the baby in me that finds this soothing.


We then went and got our shoes on and headed out to the shop.


I had made my shop nice and large, twelve meters by twenty meters, with a ceiling of roughly three and a half meters high. I have a storage loft in one half of my shop, where I store tools that do not always need to be down on the main floor, as well as a whole lot of wood, some of which is still drying up there in the nice warmth, because I keep my shop nice and warm year round.


I have a really good collection of woodworking machinery and tools, a lot of it had been my grandfathers, but a lot I have bought as well. Most of my grandfathers machinery and tools are pretty much antiques now, but he had always kept them in perfect working order, and so have I. I do not necessarily have the biggest or the best, but I have some damn good stuff.


“Wow, this is a huge shop.” Matthew said after looking around for a few seconds.


“Thanks. I remember growing up and working with my grandpa, and his biggest complaint was that he never had enough room, so I took his shop size and just doubled it. He would love this shop. You'll see that there's a lot of tools that look really old, those are all his, I kept them, I promised him that I would and that I'd continue the tradition and keep on making things for people.”


“That's nice. What do you make and where do you sell it all?”


“I make lots of things, whatever my mind fancies that day really. I do artwork, bowl making, cabinetry, furniture, shelves, whatever. I have no set product or style. As for where I sell it, I don't, I mostly give it away to charities and whatnot. They need it more than I do. I don't really need the money at all. It'll either go to needy families that need furniture, or get sold at certain places and the money goes to the children's hospital and places like that. I do also have my own charity that gets roughly half my stuff.”


“You have your own charity!”


“Yes, my parents died a few years back, they were already pretty old when I came along, and when my dad died, my mom just withered away. They too were really well off, and they made me promise to do as much good with their money as I could. I also did really well for myself in my gymnastics and whatnot, made a fair bit of money, and so I was already fairly well set. I started my own charity to send deserving boys to gymnastics. You'd be shocked just how many boys wanna go, but can't, due to the cost of the classes and whatnot. This year I paid for over five hundred boys to go to gymnastics. Of course, I'm not the only contributor, but I am the largest.”


“Wow, if your parents were that old, how old was your grandpa then?”


“My parents were both just into their seventies, but my grandpa died only a year before them at the age of ninety four. It was a hard couple years for me, but Liz was already two when my parents died, so I had to keep it together for her.”


“Oh, that musta sucked.”


“Yeah, it did, but, you know what, that's also life. None of us make it off this joyride alive, so I learned to accept it. Some day you too will have to learn to accept it, as sad as that sounds, but hopefully not for a long time.”


“Yeah, I know.”


“Come on, let me show you around.”


I led Matthew on the full shop tour, I showed him every piece of equipment that I have and what it is used for, I showed him most of the tools and what they are used for, I showed him my storage loft and all the stuff up there, and I even showed him all the projects that I currently have on the go.


Day by day my mood changes as to what I want to do, so sometimes I switch projects and leave something to sit until I am inspired to work on it again. I have always found that I do my best work when I have the inspiration to do so, so, as such, I never force myself to complete something if I am just not feeling it. More often than not though, I do complete a project, it is rare that I leave something, I am not that bad.


I asked Matthew what he wanted to do, and he had no idea, so I decided to just start him on the basics. I taught him how to properly use a hammer and a screwdriver, a hand saw and a drill, as well as a couple different ways to sand things. He got the basics pretty fast, so I introduced him to the scroll saw, one of the easiest tools for a kid to use.


He was nervous at first that I would be giving him such a scary looking tool to use, but I explained how safe it really is, and that at worst, it might nick his finger, but I instilled into him my own personal motto. Never insert soft fleshy bits into fast moving metal bits. For some strange reason he seemed to agree with this.


At first I gave him a thin piece of plywood that I traced some lines onto, and told him to cut that, and to stay as tight to the line as he could. He actually did a shockingly good job for his first try, so I made another one for him, with a much more intricate and harder pattern for him to follow. He did this one with just as much ease.


“I like this.” He grinned brightly to me.


“Good. Let me grab a couple plans for you.” I said and went to my file folder.


I grabbed some of the more simple plans for scroll saw art that I have, taught Matthew how to glue them onto a piece, and then cut that out, and he took to it right away and just got to cutting. I stayed and watched for just a few minutes, but as soon as I saw that he was as comfortable as can be, I went and continued working on the dresser that I am making.


Actually, that is not entirely true, I am making twelve of them, all the same, all at the same time, because I had heard of a few local families that need dressers, only five, but twelve is as easy as five, and they are always needed. Each dresser has six drawers in it, they are made of solid pine, and while they are going be nice and simple, I am still making them with all the craftsmanship that I can.


I already have the bodies made for them, now I am just working on the drawers. Seventy two drawers do take a while to make, but I already have all the half inch plywood that I use for them all cut and ready to go, so now it is just a matter of cutting all the sides and fronts with their box joints that hold everything together nice and strong.


I can cut the box joints for as many as six sides or fronts at a time, so I am doing as many in one pass as I can, so as to make it go faster. As I started up the table saw, Matthew looked over to see what I am doing, and watched me for a few moments, before turning back to continue on.


Yesterday, while Liz had been in school, I had already come out and done all the fronts and backs, after having taken a couple hours to cut them all to size, so now I am doing all the sides, and within just a couple hours more, I am completed. Now to gluing them all up, but first I have to do one more rip cut on the drawer backs, so take care of that in real quick order.


All the while I was working on that, Matthew kept on playing on the scroll saw, and whenever he finished one, he would go to my folder and pick out another plan and start on it as well. He seems to be enjoying himself, so that is good.


The glue up of all the drawers took a few more hours, and by the time I was done that, Matthew had a nice stack of completed art pieces. I had shown him all the plans for doing art, such as cut out pictures and whatnot, so that is all that he has. I went over and watched as Matthew finished up the one that he was working on, so I told him to shut it down.


“Hey there Baby, how are you doing?”


“Great, I like this a lot. It's really easy to do too.”


“Good. Tomorrow I'll show you some more advanced stuff, since you've picked this up so well. It's well past lunch, and I can well imagine you need a soggy baby bum change, so let's go take care of both, then after lunch we'll come back out and I'll teach you how to finish all these off.”


“Now that you mention it, I am getting pretty hungry, and it feels like I'm getting pretty soggy here, so okay.” He smiled brightly, having reached down and gave himself the squeeze test. To me there is nothing sexier than seeing a cute boy check his own diaper.


We headed inside and right to my bedroom first. Matthew asked to change me first, so I stood there and allowed him to strip me from my pants, and then I climbed onto my change table and patiently awaited him to change me, because I am seriously soggy too. I only had to smack Matthew's hand lightly once as he was lotioning me up, he just looked up and grinned and gave me the oops look, it was rather cute. I climbed down and allowed Matthew to put my pants back on for me.


I then stripped Matthew of pants and exposed his nice soggy diaper, picked him up and laid him down, and in this position I can see that changing my diaper first had made him incredibly hard, because he is pushing out a rather large bulge for such a young boy. It looks incredibly sexy. Matthew did not even last through the cleaning before he exploded in yet another massive orgasm, and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head yet again. He passes out a lot when he cums.


It is damn near making me cum though, so I push down the front of my diaper, aim and fire away after only two strokes, and paint Matthew's hot hard little dick and balls. I replace his soggy diaper with a nice dry one, rub some lotion and cream onto his diaper area, and just as he is coming down from his orgasm and waking back up, I am taping him up.


“A wee bit hot were we?” I laughed at him.


“Oh yeah. Sorry about that.”


“It's okay, I understand. I was once a young boy in your shoes too, I know what you're going through. You need to learn to control those urges though, learn to control yourself. What you want, what you need, what you desire and crave, it's not bad, but learn more about yourself first before going and diving head first into that sorta thing.”


“Okay, but what do you mean learn more about myself first?”


“Just that. Touch yourself, stroke yourself, make yourself hold off as long as possible before cumming, learn to pace yourself. Learn about yourself all that you really enjoy, find your little joy button inside your bum hole and tease it, make yourself cum just from stroking that. I told you enough about all this when I was telling you all about your body and all that you can do and enjoy, so, now do so, enjoy. Your baby lotion is great for playing, but I can also give you a tube of something that'll be even better if you like. Just maybe go to bed a little early and play for a bit. Do this for a while, get your control, get your stamina, then start searching for what you need.”


“Oh, okay, I think I'd like that, can I have something then please?”


“Sure, I'll put one on your bedside table later then. Now, we need lunch, and then back out to the shop, so let's get you dressed and fed.”


After getting Matthew dressed again, we headed to the kitchen and just made a sandwich each, and then had that and some fresh fruit and vegetables. We cleaned up and headed back to the shop.


Once back to the shop, I taught Matthew how to either paint or stain both his piece and a backer board, as well as how to frame it. I already have lots of pre-made picture frame stock, because when Liz works in the shop, this is what she likes to do as well, so I had made lots for her, now Matthew can use it as well. After teaching him on one, I watched as he did the next, and then left him to go start spraying the drawers to finish them.


For the next few hours, this is what we did. Of course Matthew could not frame his pieces right away, so, by the time I finished spraying, he was just starting to frame the first few that he had finished, because they were finally dry enough to do so. I watched as he did this, and he is doing really well. He would measure each piece, take it to the moulding shear, cut it, then take it and test its fit, then take it back and shave just a hair more off, until each piece fit perfectly, just like I taught him.


Since it is not yet time to go for dinner, and Matthew still has some work left to do, I went about cleaning up some of the mess. Even though I have an incredible dust collection system, as well as four independent air cleaners, as well I am always good about cleaning up after myself, there is still lots that needs to be cleaned up. It only took me an hour to do, and by that time, Matthew was on his second to last piece, so I watched and waited as he completed it. The whole time of course, as I was cleaning and watching, we were talking away happily.


“Well baby boy, you should be proud, most of those turned out shockingly well. You can tell on a few of them that they were your very first ones, so not quite as good, but as you progressed, you got steadily better, so your last ones look very nice indeed.”


“Thanks.” He smiled brightly.


“Let's close up the shop and head back to the house and get some dinner shall we.”


“Okay, and I think I could use another soggy baby bum change too.”


“I could stand to have a soggy baby bum change too, come to think of it, but I want you to try your hardest not to have your baby boygasm while I clean and lotion you this time.”


“I can't help it, but I think I am at my hardest when you change me.” He grinned and giggled.


“Yes, you most certainly are I'm sure.” I had to laugh.


It is good that Matthew is opening up more and being far more free with me, talking like that. I suppose it helps that he does know that we truly are alike in so many ways, and I think that he does know that when he is ready for it, that I will do so much for and to him. Oh, I will, you better believe it, but only once he is ready, and he asks for it. That will likely be on the very same day, but hopefully he will hold off a while.


When we made it to the house, we went and changed each other once again, and though Matthew tried really hard, I made sure to lotion him up just long enough to make him explode. He did last a lot longer though, so that is good at least. He did try and play with me just a little more than needed, even going so far as to fully grasp and stroke me, but I stopped his hand, and when he looked up, a pure look of lust was etched on his face. He did not even look ashamed this time, just horny, and so he finished diapering me. I said nothing of this.


After a good filling dinner, we went and sat back and read in the living room for a bit, though I did excuse myself at one point to go to the bathroom, and at that time I put a nice large tube of lube onto Matthew's end table for him to use and enjoy.


At about an hour before bedtime, Matthew said that he was going to bed. I grinned, he grinned, and I told him to make sure and change his diaper before falling asleep, and he nodded happily that he would. He never even said a word about the fact that he had not been taught how to change himself yet, but I knew that I would likely have to go and change him anyway. I would be utterly shocked if he did not pass out in an hour or more.


I decided that since Matthew was getting to have some fun, that I may as well do so as well, and so I shut down the house, headed to my bedroom, and proceeded to fuck myself silly through my soggy diaper with my nice large vibrating dildo, as well as I had installed my nice vibrating cock ring. It feels really good, yet still not as good as having a real dick in me, something that I have missed a lot recently.


I played by myself for only a little over an hour, going nice and slow, and only having three orgasms, before I was satisfied. Having an incredibly sexy and sexual young boy in the house is having a profound effect on me though, because I rarely cum more than two times in a row before I am done. I changed my utterly ruined diaper, cleaned up all the mess, and then went and checked in on Matthew.


I could not hear Matthew playing, and though his door was closed, it was not fully latched, it was open just a crack, so I peered in to see if I could see him. I can still hear nothing, and I am sure by now that if he is still going, that he would be making a considerable amount of noise. I finally manage to see in fully by having to crack open the door just a tiny bit more, and find that Matthew is passed out, he is not freshly diapered, his fingers are still inside him, and his soggy diaper that he had been wearing, is barely even covering him now.


I grinned brightly and entered the bedroom. I know that Matthew is fully passed out, I know that he will not likely wake now until morning, so I am not afraid to move him about as I see fit. I first pull off his useless diaper and extract his fingers from his bum, he had three inside himself, quite impressive. I checked out his little hole to ensure that he had not gone too far, too fast, but other than still gaping open slightly, he looks delicious back there. I mean just fine. Man oh man is he fine.


His tiny little penis appears to finally be soft, he is so adorably small, yet he grows quite respectably for a boy his age. Matthew's diaper seems to have caught almost all the mess, because other than a couple small spots on the sheet, there is no mess around him, so that is good.


I proceed to diaper Matthew up fully, lotioning and creaming him well, and I inserted my middle finger in as far as I could, to check for any damage, and he seems just fine, as well my finger slipped in easily with no resistance. He is either fully relaxed, or just a natural at receiving, I think probably the latter, but possibly both at the moment. After getting him fully diapered, I spun him into sleeping position, covered him up, gave him a kiss to his forehead, and whispered to him that he is a beautiful gay baby boy, and that he should enjoy his soggy baby diapers, and that I love him. I shut off the light on my way out, and then headed to bed myself to have a good sleep.