Talon

****Warning, this story involves boys and boys and boy and man enjoying sex and diapers, pee and cum, and many other subjects that may not be suitable for all. If this is the sort of story that you would like to read, even if it is not legal for you to do so, then I cannot and would not stop you, that is for you to decide. If this is not the type of story that you wish to read, then I encourage you to leave now. As always, I do hope that should you choose to read this story, that you enjoy it. If you do, I would love to hear from you. You may feel free to email me at erich5748 at ymail.com if you would like to drop me a line. See the notes at the end of the story to see how this story came about and what inspired it. Sadly nothing of any questionable content is true, this is all from my own mind, and so shall it stay. Please remember to support Nifty in any way you can, I do what I can, and they constantly need our support to keep going free of charge as they do. Well, I do hope that you enjoy.****

I had just finished a job, and had to swing by the bank to deposit my final cheque for the job. My bank is at a mall, but it is late at night, the mall is just about to close for the night, and it is already well past dark. I do not mind this, the dark does not scare me, I am far scarier than anything that goes bump in the night. I suppose it comes from twenty plus years of assorted martial arts training, weight training, and the fact that I work with my hands. A friend once said I could probably wrap my hand around his neck, squeeze, and pop his head like a fucking pimple. I laughed, but only because he is probably right.

So, as I am walking up to the bank, I happen to see a young boy standing there in the shadows, hunched over, rocking, and groaning. I thought nothing of it at first, and kept walking, then I thought, 'Wait, it's eight thirty at night, it's dark, it's winter, and this boy is maybe eight, in a light spring jacket, and there's not one single adult in sight anywhere.' I stopped and looked at him, and he looked at me with pure fear, but also agony in his eyes.

I gently approached him, and whispered, “You okay there Buddy, you don't look or sound so good. Actually, you kinda remind me of when my nephew was still in diapers and was trying to poop his diaper.” I teased, to try and calm him a little.

“Not trying to poop, bad stomach cramps.” He said through gritted teeth, though he started to cry a little as well.

“Sorry, know what that's like. Are you okay, are you here with someone?”

“No, I don't think I am.”

“Not okay, or not here with someone?”

“Kinda both. I think my parents left me here. They dropped me off, said to go into the mall, that they were gonna go park, but I saw them drive away, that was easily half an hour ago, and now the stomach cramps are hitting again. They're getting pretty bad.”

“Oh dear. Let's go inside the mall, you're not dressed for being out in the cold.”

“It's not that bad.”

“No, but still too cold for such a light weight jacket. Come on. I mean you no harm, and we'll be inside the mall, I'll even buy you a hot chocolate or something.”

“Thanks, but no thanks, I'll go in, but I'm allergic to sugar, I know I am, even though my parents told me not to be stupid. They say that a lot. Every time I have sugar though, I almost stop breathing. I know I have asthma, but again, when I say so to my parents, they just tell me not to be stupid, that I don't know anything. Same with these stomach cramps, I'm positive I must be allergic to wheat or something, but, again, don't be stupid. They just keep feeding me all this shit, I'm pretty sure they were hoping I'd just die from it, but, instead, they just dumped me here.”

“Are you sure?” I said in a bare whisper.

“Yeah, pretty sure. I've done enough research, and I've tried not eating those things, but, of course, I'm just being stupid and or stubborn, and I'm to eat what's fucking put in front of me or I can fucking starve for a fucking week.” He said, and then crouched low with another cramp, groaning in intense pain.

“Oh Buddy, I'm so sorry, no kid should live like that, hell no person should. I know how you feel though, I'm allergic to the same things, can't have them either, for the same reasons.”

“Really.”

“Yeah. And, now, I don't mean to be rude here, but I think we maybe also share another issue, because it seems you've just peed your pants.”

“Ah fuck, again. Second time today.”

“You have a shockingly filthy mouth for being, what, eight.”

“Almost ten, actually, but you get called a useless fucking piece of shit since before you could understand it, and you'd talk dirty too.”

“Fair enough. So, you wet fairly often?”

“Yeah, but it's getting worse. My parents kept saying I was doing it to spite them, that and wetting my bed, but trust me, I wasn't, no one's so fucking stupid to do something that they know is gonna get them beaten worse than a slave not doing as they're told.”

“So, they beat you too huh.”

“Yeah, gets so bad some days that I just want it to end.”

“Where do you live?” I asked, seething mad. I do not like child abusers. I was raised by one, and the day I punched him out cold, robbed him blind, and then left, was the best day of my life.

“Please don't take me back there.”

“I promise I'm not taking you back there to make you stay there. No, I think instead your parents need to be taught a lesson, and then I'm gonna make them sign you over to me, and for good measure, I think they should give us all the money that they possibly can. Now, tell me, do you want diapers? I know when I was your age, and I was wetting, I dreamed of being diapered. I knew I was a baby, and I wanted my baby diapers. When I finally got them, it was like heaven.”

“You mean it, you'd really keep me, and we could go pay them back, and you really wear diapers, and I could too?”

“Yes, and if you want to, of course.”

“Oh, god, yes, I've known I needed them for so long, and I've wanted them for almost as long.”

“Good. Let's go to the bank, I haveta deposit a cheque, it's a good sized one and I don't wanna lose it, then we're gonna go get baby some baby diapers, and then we're gonna go visit your parents.”

“Thank you so much, what can I ever do to repay you, I'll give you anything, do anything, I promise.”

“No repayment necessary. When I was young, and I left my abusive father, it was a caring person that took me in and raised me up proper, and so shall I for you.”

“Thanks.”

He grabbed my hand, I looked down to him and smiled, and led him into the bank. I deposited the cheque, and when the total came up on the screen, the young man gasped.

“Did that say seventy thousand dollars?”

“Yeah, that was the remainder of the payment I was owed.”

“Holy shit, you make a lotta money, what do you do?”

“Custom wood worker.”

“You must charge a lot then.”

“Yeah, but I did nearly six months worth of work for this guy, his house is nearly ten million dollars, and he wanted some of the most insanely expensive pieces. Though, I haveta admit, this isn't my largest job either. I do something like this once or twice a year.”

“Wow. And you're so big.”

“Thanks. You're shockingly small for almost ten. Guessing you're not allowed to eat much huh?”

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed.

“So, name's Scott, and you are?”

“Talon, as in an eagles talon.”

“I like that.” I laughed.

“Thanks. I kinda like it too, and I've certainly never met another with the same name before.”

“Same.”

As soon as we were done in the bank, we headed out. Talon asked if I had a plastic bag to sit on, so that he does not ruin the seat of my truck.

“You honestly think these seats haven't been peed on, no, because they have. I've leaked several times on 'em, don't you worry. Besides, this here is a work truck, and work trucks get used and abused.”

As soon as we were all buckled in, I headed to the store I get my diapers at, fortunately they are open for another fifteen minutes, so we have to hurry. We make it in plenty of time, and I tell Talon to just stay here, so that I can go get his diapers. He said he did not mind coming in too, but, like I said, he is in wet pants, so do not worry this time, next time he can come in and enjoy buying his baby diapers. He smiled warmly to me.

“Okay Buddy, where am I going?” I asked when I hopped in, handing Talon the bag. He took it and looked inside and smiled brightly to me.

Talon gave me the address, and I headed right there. When we arrived, we found the car in the drive, and Talon confirmed that they were going to both be home then, because they only have the one car right now. Talon asked if he really has to go in as well, and I told him that I will not make him, that for him to grow, he really should, but that he does not have to say anything either. He nodded and got out. I clapped him on the shoulder and he led the way. I knocked on the door when we arrived. A few seconds later, a mousy little man answered.

“Oh for fuck sake, you just couldn't take the hint, could you, you little fuckup.”

Well, that is when I saw red. I did not even think about it, I just reached out, grabbed the useless piece of shit by the neck, picked him up, and stepped into the house as he was gasping and attempting to fight me. Clearly he did not think about this very much as he attempted to kick me, I just picked him up, one handed, so, yeah, he does not have a snowflakes hope in hell of surviving this.

“Quit hitting me you useless piece of shit, or it'll only make it worse on you, and you, bitch, put that phone down, I assure you, if the police arrive here, you're going to jail. As it is, right now, I've only brought Talon to his ex home to collect his things, I've already told him that I'd adopt him and keep him and raise him good and proper, like you clearly couldn't.” I said, and then dropped the man who was turning blue.

“Who are you, what do you want?” She asked as her husband was on the ground, retching and gasping. Trust me, I was not squeezing lightly.

“First and foremost, I want you both to apologize to Talon for treating him like garbage.”

“Why, he is.” She said.

“Talon, what would you get if you spoke out of turn or talked shit?”

“I'd get my mouth slapped clean off my fucking face.” He grinned.

And then I slapped his mothers mouth, and none to gently either.

“Wow, thanks.” Talon said in awe as she went down wailing.

“Now, you're both down on the ground, crying and in pain. I could kill the both of you, and I wouldn't even lose a seconds sleep over it, but, I'd never do such a thing in front of a child, even though he does need to see you both put down like the rabid dogs you are. Now, apologize, and mean it.”

“I'm sorry.” They both said meekly.

“Well, I honestly don't think that that was nearly as heartfelt as it should've been, but, given how truly stupid you both are, I suppose it'll haveta do. Now, how much money do you have on you right now, and how much money do you have in your bank accounts. Keep in mind, I could ask Talon to leave, I'm sure he'll see nothing at all.”

“I'd happily stay and watch, and still see nothing at all.”

“I know, but I wouldn't let you anyway.” I said, while ruffling up his hair affectionately.

They both answered, the number was a little different from both, but pretty close.

“Not very much, but I want it all, give me all your cash, all your jewels, write me a cheque, and no, I don't care if you have payments coming out, I am your one and only worry right now, and I'm not taking no for an answer.”

They both grabbed their wallets and she wrote the cheque. I told Talon to go get their jewelry boxes, and anything else of value, and he ran and did so. While he was gone, I told them that they disgust me, and that it would honestly give me great pleasure to just fucking kill them, and I think they knew I meant it too.

Talon was back a few minutes later, I looked through the stuff, and threw half of it back as being worthless junk. The other half amounted to about a grand, so it will have to do. Next I had Talon go and collect all his clothes and anything else that he wanted to take. While he was gone, I used their computer and downloaded the forms I would need and printed them out. I made them sign them, and promised that in a day or two, a lawyer would be by to notarize everything, or they may have to go in, punishment would be doled out if they disobeyed, is what I told them, I think they understood. When Talon made it back, I handed him the computer, while I took the large bag of stuff that he had grabbed.

“Thank you very much for your cooperation this evening folks, I had a wonderful time, and I hope that we can have a lovely chat like this again some time soon.”

“Bye, fuck you very much.” Talon said happily, and we walked out.

“You did good in there Baby, now, let's get home, where I'm sure you wanna be diapered like a good little baby boy deserves.” I live almost an hour from town, so, as we drove, we talked lots.

“Thanks, and yeah, I really do wanna be diapered so bad.”

“Good, and I need a soggy baby bum change too, so, if you'd like, you can change me as well.”

“Really, you mean it, we can change each others soggy baby diapers?”

“Certainly.”

“Wicked, I've always wanted to change another baby boys' diapers.”

“Good, and tell me, how long have you dreamed of sucking him 'til he was dry as you did so?”

“You know?”

“Yeah, I felt it almost instantly in you, but you felt the same thing in me too, didn't you. You couldn't stop looking at me.”

“Yeah, you're really gay too?”

“Yep, full on gay baby boy diaper lover, but, like you, I too actually need them, Yet I could be dry if I really tried, but I just gave up and said fuck it, it's too much fucking work.”

“Me too, I think I'll be as much a diaper lover as you as soon as I finally get my baby diapers, but I agree, it's just so much fucking work, always trying to keep my pants dry.”

“Yeah, and from now on, you never haveta worry about it, because in my house, big baby boys peepee in their big baby diapers, never in a potty. In fact, I'm the sorta person who believes that boys should be punished for peepeeing in a potty, especially when there's a thick thirsty tape on baby diaper that's much better for peepeeing in.”

“What do your rules say about peepeeing in another boys diaper, preferably while he's wearing it, or feeding it to a boy while he's on his knees, being your toilet.”

“Well fuck, I think I just came. Are those by chance a couple of your fantasies?”

“Cool.” He giggled cutely. “Yeah.”

“Giving, receiving, or both.”

“Definitely both.”

“Nice, and have you ever peed in your own mouth?”

“All the fucking time. I can suck my own dick and everything, so I just let it go while I suck myself.”

“That's hot. Had a hot baby boyfriend for a while, quite a while ago now, he could do that, and he loved for me to dildo fuck his gay baby boy pussy as he did so.”

“Oh, would you do that to me too, that sounds wicked hot?”

“Sadly I must decline, though I truly wish I didn't haveta. I'm sure you know how insanely illegal that'd be, no adult's allowed to touch a child in such a way.”

“Yeah, well, what you did tonight was really illegal too, not that I'll ever tell, it was awesome. I'd never tell for that either, mind you, I'd love to feel you fucking me so much.”

“Clearly you've done some good homework.”

“Yeah, my parents have always had computers, and while I wasn't supposed to use them, their passwords were laughable at best, so I always cracked them instantly and researched everything I wanted and needed.”

“That's a good gay baby boy. I won't say yes, and I won't say no, but I will say let's hold off. I think you're better off having a baby boyfriend your own age.”

“Yeah, but he won't be able to fuck me and fill me like you'll be able to.”

“Yes, I suppose that you're probably not exactly huge down there yet, are you?”

“No.” He said sadly.

“Yeah, well I am, especially compared to you, and I'm willing to bet that what you've got's more than adequate to make another hot little gay baby boy feel incredible, and likewise him for you. I was once your age, and I had friends, and we played, and we were always very happy, and when we wanted something a little bigger inside us, we improvised. There's nothing saying you can't use more than just your hot little gay baby boy cocklett to fuck each other, but trust me, that'll feel amazing too.”

“You and friends had sex at my age too?”

“Yeah, was kinda a slut from the time I was seven, couldn't get enough of hot gay sex.”

“How, you said you were abused as well?”

“The abuse started mostly after that, actually, I guess my dad couldn't handle that I was faulty and loved cock. It started with my babysitter when I was five, he knew I was a bed wetter, and he snuck me diapers, sadly not as much as I needed them, but only on the condition that I wore and wet them while he was babysitting me. I happily did so. It started out innocently enough, he was eleven, I was five, and he would just diaper me up, and then he started diapering me up real good, if you catch my meaning. It got to the point that he was making me cum four and five times before he finished diapering me, and he'd lotion and cream my hot little gay baby bum hole the entire time, real good.

“Some might say that what he did was rape me, I say fuck that noise, I loved every second of it, and I started craving it like nothing else. The first time I caught on to the fact that he too was wearing a diaper, I made him strip, and I changed his baby diaper, made him cum 'til he passed out, and by the time I was finished, I'd had my entire hand in his gay baby boy pussy, fist fucking him as deep as he could take me, and he loved it. The very next day, he diaper fucked me, pissed in me, piss fucked me, and I was hooked. I was just six when that happened, and we fucked each other every chance we had after that.

“It was just after I turned seven that my dad caught us, he damn near killed the poor boy, I never saw him again, though he escaped jail, my dad was too embarrassed that I was so fucking defective, so never told anyone. Did beat the snot outta him though, and called his dad and told him why he'd done it, and the poor boy probably got it at home too. So did I, though, I thought I was gonna die, he'd hit me plenty before that, but never had I gotten a beating like I did that day.

“Well, after that, I still needed diapers and to be fucked, and lots, so, I just made sure I had lotsa friends who would help me out. Once the abuse started getting unbearable, there were times I spent weeks hopping from one friends house to another. It was when I was thirteen that I beat the shit outta my dad, I'd already started training, and he never stood a chance. And yes, the man who took me in diapered me and fucked me raw, and he fucked me every day, and I loved it, I loved him, he loved me, we were a couple, but he died almost ten years ago, and I'm proud to say that he got to go like any good slut deserves to go, massive heart attack mid orgasm as he was fucking me silly. Never cried so much as that day, but I was so happy for him, he'd be seventy now. He was my martial arts master, by the way, he was the one who gave me everything.”

“Wow, sorry to hear about your man, but, if you and he fucked, then why won't you fuck me too?”

“It's not that I won't, it's more that I just shouldn't, trust me, I'd love nothing more than to make hot gay baby diaper love to you, but, you're only nine, that's way more illegal than even I've ever had. My youngest was thirteen, but my god, was he an amazing slut, and so fucking hot in just his soggy diaper.”

“I wanna be just as slutty though.”

“Yeah, know how you feel. Also, let's face it, you're still pretty small. I'm not exactly packing a small weapon inside my soggy baby diaper, I'm talking damn near twenty centimeters long, and easily fifteen around, I make grown men cry out in agony, if they're mostly virginal of course, but then, I have slipped all into a hot little thirteen year old and all he said is, is that it. Like I said, he was a dirty little slut, just like me, and he was teasing me, because even he looked at what I had poking out the front of my diaper and gulped, and said, oh my, you're fucking huge. And once I get going, I like to pound long and strong. I could seriously hurt you.”

“Wow, okay, so maybe it'll take me a day or two more practice before I can take you all in, but I bet that I can already take you at least half way.”

“What makes you think you'd be able to take me?”

“Remember when I said I like to suck my own dick, and drink my pee, well, guess where I usually have my own whole hand, that's right, buried as deep inside my gay baby boy pussy as I can get it. Been able to take my whole hand for about two months already.”

“Impressive. Okay, let's say that I did decide to fuck you, I'd absolutely wanna cum and piss in you?”

“Now you're talking my language?”

“And what language is that?”

“Dirty rotten slut, cock, cum, and piss taking language, of course. I thought, from the way you made it sound, that you'd be fluent in that language.” He grinned cheekily to me.

“Oh yeah, I'm fluent of course. Just making sure, because some say they can speak it fluently, when all they can do is say a couple phrases in it. I live and breath that language though. There's almost nothing I won't do, really only two things, shit and pain. I don't believe that either has any place in love. I love it a little rough at times, sure, but I'm a lover, not a hater, and hitting is hate, pain is anger, and even I find shit dirty.”

“Actually, I'm the same, I think I've had more than enough pain in my life, I don't want or need any more. Sure, feeling good and stretched, maybe a even a little sore after having a really good fucking night, is fine, but I never wanna be hit ever again. As for shit, I'm not into that either, can't even read the stories once they get into that, even if it's a good gay baby diaper story, once that starts happening, it turns me off right away and I haveta stop reading. Tried reading through it once, because the rest of the story was so good, but I just couldn't do it.”

“Same here, actually. So, how'd you learn the language, and so young too?”

“Mostly Nifty and reading a lot, but also videos, lots and lots of videos, and of course, playing with myself.”

“Never got to play with another though huh?”

“No, always wanted a special friend, of course, but I wanted a man more. I wanted someone who'd be the father I never had, but the kinda daddy who'd take his dirty little baby to bed and fuck him to sleep.”

“That might be arranged, but, like I said, we should wait, get to know each other, and go from there.”

“I hope you don't plan to wait too long.”

“No, I haven't had a good fuck in well over a week, and I'm more a once a day kinda guy.”

“I wanna be a two and three times a day kinda guy. So, do you know lotsa gay baby boy diaper loving sluts then?”

“Not as many as I'd like, but a few.”

“And would any of them like a little gay baby boy too?”

“Not too sure, and considering how insanely illegal it is, I'm not gonna ask either. So, no, I won't initiate a gay baby orgy for you.”

“Nuts, that's what I was hoping for, to be fucked 'til I either passed out, or all the guys fucking me passed out, whichever came last.”

“I knew what you were angling toward, I was once a young gay baby boy slut just like you, and I loved my orgies. Two cocks in my pussy, one in my mouth, all fucking and filling me as full as they could, and if there was a lineup at either end, waiting to also fill me up, even better. Hell, still love that, I'd enjoy that every day if I could.”

“God, the first time I read about that, I came so hard I thought I ejected a nut.”

“Same.” I laughed.

We continued talking until we made it home. It is nothing special, just a small three bedroom ranch style house with wrap around porch. I actually really like the place, always have, it is small and cozy and everything I want and need. Granted, the house is not the reason I bought this place, I bought it for the chicken barn.

The previous owner used to raised up to as many as ten thousand chickens at a time in the old barn, I was told it was about fourteen thousand square feet when I bought it, so that is roughly thirteen hundred square meters. It is just a hair over fifteen meters wide, by almost eighty seven meters long. When I bought it, it was one large open space, with a small workshop attached to the front side for tractor storage, power management, feed management, heating and ventilation controls, and all that. I have since added a few extra spaces inside.

The original shop is where the heat for the whole place is generated, from a wood burning stove that heats water that is piped through the floor, though that heat piping had already been in place, I upgraded and changed the heat generator to use wood instead of propane, since I will always have a lot of wood around, though it can switch to propane as well. All the power and ventilation controls are still in there, as well I do still store my tractor and a few other farming implements in there.

The main shop though, is now broken up into a large finishing booth with excellent filtration and air exchange, so it keeps everything perfectly clean, as well I have infrared lights for drying, so it is perfect. Then there is a small room that is dedicated to my dust collection system, and I keep my air compressor in there as well, so that it keeps the noise down. Granted, my dust collection system is rather large, so the room is not that small.

The rest of the large barn is still mostly one large area, where I can work and move freely, have as large a project on the go as I can possibly make, and never have to worry. Even my portable wood mill is inside, so that is awesome. I can cut up to about eight meters inside, any longer than that and I have to move it outside, but it is incredibly rare that I would ever even need lumber anywhere near that long, and I have only moved it outside just once. The wood mill had come with a gas powered engine on it, but I converted it to a much more powerful, and clean, electric motor, which also makes it roughly a hundred times quieter. I do have an amazing shop.

I do run a little bit of a ranch as well, I only have one milking cow, half a dozen laying hens, a horse, and a large garden. I try to produce as much of what I eat as I can, but, considering I am alone most of the time, it really makes it hard to do it all, since I am a rather busy wood worker as well.

Even though it is dark, when we pull up, Talon can still see everything. I have good quality exterior lights, I kinda sorta live in an area very near to a border, and I have had numerous people cross the border illegally and come through my yard, only, well, I do not take to that too kindly. I have signs on every post on the fence surrounding my ten acres, warning that trespassers will be shot, and survivors will be shot again. Just joking, but they are warned that trespassing will be dealt with firmly. I have held people at gun point, I have fired warning shots, and I have called the police, at least a dozen times.

I have cameras all over my property, set to go off as soon as they detect motion. Most of the time, when they activate, it is because of the many animals in the area, but I have the detection set so that most small animals will not set it off. With that, I always know when there is someone on my property that does not belong.

“Wow, I really like your house, it's so secluded and peaceful.”

“Our house, first of all, and yeah, that was the second reason I bought this place.”

“That was the second, what was the first?”

I pointed to the barn.

“What do you raise in there?”

“Mostly custom cabinetry, but all sorts of woodworking projects as well. I sell lotsa pieces to art places and stuff, even wooden statues and whatnot.”

“Oh. So it's not a barn.”

“It used to be, but not any more. It was perfect for what I needed, except of course it smelled horribly of chicken shit when I got here. If it gets too warm in there, sometimes I can still smell it even. Every year or two I repaint the concrete floor to help, but when I bought the place, I acid washed the concrete, put on the best stain and scent blocking primer I could get, and then painted it. The walls were already insulated fiberglass impregnated plastic panels, and shockingly they held no smell at all, so they were perfect, and it keeps the temperature very well regulated in there. I made a few other changes, but, no, it's a work shop now.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, and if you like working with your hands, then you'll get to come and help me and learn lots too. We'll get you set up for home schooling, 'cause honestly, I'll forget to pick you up probably every day, and there are no other kids out anywhere near this far, so the bus likely won't come and get you.”

“I'd love to home school, but I'm not so sure of working in the shop, I'm afraid of tools.”

“Good, a smart person should be afraid of their tools. They can and will cut you up and leave you limbless if you're careless with them, but, if you respect them, and work properly with them, they can be perfectly safe too.”

“You're not making me feel any more comfortable.”

“Good, it wasn't meant to.”

“To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to work on a farm, do you have any animals and things like that?”

“Just a few chickens, a cow, and a horse. I built a really small barn for them a few years back.”

“Cool, I can help with those instead then, if you want.”

“Sure. What else would you like to do then?”

“I love growing things, I'd love a garden. I tried at home, but, of course, I was just a stupid kid, and my parents would stomp over my gardens any time they saw them.”

“I have a huge garden here, and you're more than welcome to grow whatever you like in it. I could even get a greenhouse if you'd like to try for year round growing?”

“Really, you'd do that for me?”

“Of course, it'd help us both, and this way you have something that you can call your own, something that you can do to make you feel like you're actually doing something. There's nothing better for the soul than to make yourself feel like you're doing something good. Growing food for yourself is a wonderful way to do that, which is why I always have a large garden, it makes me feel really good that I'm growing some of the food that I eat. Granted, like you suspect of yourself, I can't have wheat or sugar at all, though I can eat maple sugars and honey, so I certainly eat a lot more vegetables than most do I'm sure. I do eat meat, but surprisingly little. Same with other grains, I'll eat rice and quinoa, but not very much most of the time. I wonder if we could grow quinoa here actually, that'd be a good one for sure. We'll haveta check that one out, never tried it before.”

“I'd really like that, thanks.”

“You're welcome Baby, now, let's get Baby in and get Baby all diapered, would Baby like that?”

“Mmmhmm, Baby sure would. I like you calling me baby, you make it feel so warm and tender, my parents made it feel cold and insulting.”

“Yeah, my dad too. But we are babies, and we do deserve our baby diapers, so come on in Baby.”

“We sure do.”

I led Talon to my bedroom, where I already have everything that we will need to change each other, or diaper Talon as it were. I asked him if I could strip him, and he agreed, and stood there as I stripped him naked, I even took his socks off. He is a shockingly good looking boy, even if a bit on the thin side, but I know that comes from not eating near as much as he should have, same as I was at his age. His young boyish equipment is respectable for a boy his age, and I told him so, that he seems to have nothing at all to be ashamed of, that it looks like a nice tasty little mouthful. I am not lying to make him feel better, either, and I would not, I would tell him, and tell him why. All that matters is that he knows how to use it, and that it feels great when he does, and it seems that that is definitely a yes to both.

I picked Talon up, but he is so light, and I am rather strong, as well I was not thinking of just how light he might be, that I damn near threw the poor boy through the roof. Talon giggled at the rapid acceleration, then the sudden stop, I bet that felt good.

“Ooops, sorry, you're so light I damn near threw you.” I laughed.

“That was fun.” He continued to giggle.

“Wouldn't have been had you achieved a low orbit, like somewhere around the moon.”

“Cheap rocket fuel then.”

“I'm easy, I never said I was cheap.” I teased.

“Ditto.” He giggled even more.

I gently set my tiny little baby boy on the bed, and as I was getting everything ready, Talon was opening up his pack of diapers and pulling one out. As he was waiting for me, he opened it up, felt its thickness and its softness, and he seems very happy with the diapers that I chose for him. These are the diapers I prefer for myself, so they are good. These are just the good thick ones that I wear mostly during the day, but, for night and when I'm feeling especially naughty, I also have some incredibly thick diapers too, and I will happily order more for Talon as well in his size.

I cleaned, lotioned, creamed, and powdered Talon after slipping his nice thick diaper underneath him, and then pulled up and taped closed his first real diaper since he was a baby. To tell you the truth, even though I was certainly not trying to make Talon cum, I am still more than just a little shocked that he had not anyway.

“Wow, this is absolutely fucking amazing, thanks, they're so thick and soft and comfortable, and I can't wait 'til I'm a super soggy baby boy.”

“You look most excellent like this, and I can't wait 'til you're super soggy as well, because then I think you'll look even better.”

“Thanks. Now, can I change your soggy baby diaper as well?”

“Of course, but no playing, I will smack your hands if you do so.”

“Okay.” He said dejectedly.

Talon proceeded to strip me until I am in only my soggy diaper, and I am very much so by now, and that was when he finally came. He grunted, shook, and then collapsed, and for easily two or three minutes, he laid there, twitching and convulsing in a boys most special feeling. I left him, I know what he is going through, and I also did not continue stripping, I will absolutely let Talon do that, he deserves to, and I want it too.

I know that sooner, rather than later, my large diapered dick will slip deep inside his hot little baby bum, but we really should take our time too. I do not know what it is about him, but from the moment we actually met and I knew that he was gay, as well I had this strange feeling he and I were alike, I felt that we would be together a long time. Talon telling me his story only cements it that he and I may just have been made for each other.

Had there been the remotest of possibilities that I had somehow managed to father a child, I would honestly think he and I were related, given how alike we really are in so many ways. I have never, nor will I ever have sex with any female, in fact, there has never even been a female near to me while I have had sex. I have never donated my sperm nor done any sperm samples, so, that possibility is about as close to zero as you can possibly get. Thankfully he looks nothing like me at all, or I would be questioning it at least a little.

“Wow, that was the most intense cum I've ever had, and I never even touched myself”

“Good, glad it was so good for you. I suppose baby's much too young to add any moisture to his baby diaper yet.”

“Yeah, but I keep trying anyway.”

“Good, eventually you will. Now, change me please Baby.”

“Oh goody.”

I laid down, and as he promised, though against my beliefs that he would be able to hold off, he did not play, he cleaned me up perfectly, pulled out and replaced my diaper, lotioned, creamed, and then powdered me as well, and then pulled up and taped closed my nice thick diaper. It was a very nice soggy baby bum change to be sure. Talon's hands are so soft, and he is so tender and gentle. I just love having someone else change me, and I love changing them as well.

“You did perfectly Baby, thanks, that was wonderful.”

“Thanks. I've dreamed of doing that for so long, read so many stories all about gay baby boys changing each other, it was so nice.”

“Good. So, let's go get all your things and bring them in shall we?”

“Okay.”

When I went to go outside in just my diaper and not even any shoes or anything, Talon asked what I was doing, and I said, 'going to get your things.' He looked at me curiously, and I told him that there will be no one that could see us, there are too many trees and the driveway too long and curved, to see us from the road, not to mention how dark it is anyway. He shrugged and followed me out. It is cold, but we will be back inside in just a minute anyway. All I heard as we walked to the truck was Talon saying, ouch, ouch, ouch, as we stepped on all the assorted stones that make up my driveway. I laughed, this does not bother me, and whenever possible I am barefoot, so I have tough feet. We grabbed his things and took them inside.

“That hurt, how the hell do you do that?”

“You get used to it. I hate wearing shoes, so whenever I can get away with it, I don't wear em. If it weren't so insanely stupid and dangerous, I'd be barefoot in the shop too, or mowing the lawn, but I do most of the rest of my gardening in my bare feet, and I walk over most of the property bare footed as well.”

“Oh, when I'm inside, I prefer bare feet as well, but never outside.”

“Only bare feet inside for me as well. So, let's go get your things put away shall we. We'll also get you hooked up to the wireless network in the house, but don't be expecting perfect uninterrupted high speed, that's not what I have, it's damn near as bad as the old fashioned dial up, which you've probably never even heard of, but we're way too far outside of town to get truly great reception, so sometimes it's spotty, sometimes it's dead slow, and sometimes it's just plain dead, but it's all I need. I hardly ever even use the internet anyway, mostly just for emails to and from clients, so it doesn't bother me much.”

“Oh, that sucks, I liketa watch naughty videos online, and you need a decent connection for that?”

“Yeah, you can still watch 'em, but sometimes they buffer at the worst times, then again, I once watched a movie, and it buffered just as a guy was firing, and it kept jumping second by second, and it made it look like the most amazing slow mo jizz of all times, it was pretty fucking hot actually.” I laughed.

“Wow, just went rock hard again.” Talon giggled.

“Good, and it looks good too.” I said, because I looked down, and sure enough, he is pushing out a very nice little baby diaper bulge.

“Thanks, but yours looks so much better, and my god, you really are fucking huge, by the way, I never said so earlier.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Still think you could take it?”

“And ask for more.” He grinned cheekily.

“That's a good gay baby boy diaper loving slut. You probably won't be thinking so the first time I slip all in though, you're likely to beg me to pull out. I'm definitely gonna go right into your colon, and that entrance you've likely never trained, so I will hurt you if I do that, that I promise you.”

“Maybe, but if you go slow, and we work into it, I bet I'll be okay too.”

“Oh yeah, you will be, it always takes lotsa patience from both me and my partners to be able to go all in, and honestly, less than half can take it all, and not one boy under the age of sixteen's ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Then I hope I'm your first.”

“Given just how much alike we are, when we do finally go all the way, I have no doubts that you'll likely take it, just not right away, that'll take lotsa time I'm thinking. Let's face it, you're not exactly a big baby boy.”

“Thanks, and I want you to work me slowly anyway, no point in killing me, right.”

“Exactly. Now, which bedroom do you want, and no, not mine, even though I know full well that was gonna be your first answer.”

“You're right.” He grinned cheekily to me.

“I know.”

“Okay, how about our bedroom then?” He grinned even brighter.

“Nope, yours and yours alone.”

“Fine, whichever, I don't really care all that much.”

“Then the front one, it's a little bigger, and the nicer of the two in my opinion anyway.”

“You know the house better than I do, so I'll trust you.”

I grabbed a brand new mattress protector from the closet, the set of sheets and blankets for this bed, and pulled the pillows from their protective bags. We put it all on the bed, making it properly, and then I helped Talon to put all his things away. When I asked what he wanted to do with his underwear, he happily took them from me and dumped them right into the garbage pail in his bedroom, I grinned.

“So, now I suppose I should give you the grand tour.” I said.

“There's only one place in this house I wanna get to know better, and that's your bedroom, but, since you're not gonna let me, I suppose so.”

“Not yet, brat.”

“Thanks.” He said happily.

Really, though, the house is not that large or impressive, the kitchen, living room, and dining room are all one large room, so, standing in spot, you can kind of take in the whole place, and he has already seen two of the three bedrooms, so I showed him the third, and he agrees with me, the one I suggested is nicer. I showed him the bathroom next, and it is very nice, but then, I did redo it when I bought the place, but I also gutted and redid the kitchen, and most of the rest of the main level as well. There is a large attic space upstairs, but it is not built up, though it would be an easy addition, and same with the basement, there is pretty much nothing down there at all except the houses utilities. In the living room is the wood burning stove, which is connected to the furnace of the house, to circulate all the warm air, which I use most often as well, though it can switch easily to propane power when needed, same as in my shop.

“It's a really nice house, small and simple, I like it.” Talon said.

“Thanks, I've always really liked it as well. It's all I ever wanted and needed in a house, and so far away too, you just can't beat that.”

“I think I agree. So, how'd you afford all this, this place can't have been cheap?”

“No, that it most certainly wasn't. I used to work for a cabinet shop, making someone else all their money, but I wanted my own place. When my father died, even though his will had cut me out completely, there were no other family members, and my lover and I successfully challenged it, and I got all the rat bastards money and properties. He wasn't exactly hurting, let's just put it that way. So, I bought this place, and then, shortly after that, my lover died as well, and he had left everything to me too.

“With that being said, though, when I bought this place, it was pretty run down, and it's so far from town, that it hadn't sold in almost three years, so I actually managed to get it for half what it's really worth. The day after I bought it, some chicken company came knocking, and asked if I wanted to grow chickens for them, boy was he pissed when I said that I was converting the barn to a woodworking shop.

“It seems that they had built the barn for the previous owner, so that he could grow broilers for them, but then he died well before the cost of the barn was ever paid back. Like I said, I was under no obligation to carry on any previous contract, and I am not interested in being a chicken farmer, there was nothing in my sales contract that said that I had to use the barn for chickens, and that I owned the land and all the buildings on it.

“He wanted to strip the barn and basically get what he could for it, I kindly asked him to leave and never come back. He tried getting their lawyer to make me, but, I waved my sales contract in his face, and said unless it was in there somewhere, he too could kindly kiss my soggy diapered ass. They couldn't do anything. I didn't care. I bought this place for that barn, and come hell or high water, it was mine.”

“God, I hate lawyers, I'm pretty sure it's them and churches that are causing this world all their problems.”

“You and me both Baby, you and me both. I have a lawyer for certain things, but I trust him not even as far as I could throw him.”

“Smart man. My dad's a lawyer, which is probably why I hate them so much.”

“Oh, is he now.”

“Yeah, not a very good one, and I know he's scuzzy, he'll do anything to get any sleazeball outta jail, as long as he gets paid, he doesn't care. Thankfully he's really not all that good, so most of the slime bags stay where they belong.” He grinned.

“Now I wish I had've popped his head off like a dandelion cap.”

“With as big and strong as your hands are, I bet you could've too.” He giggled.

“Am I gonna have troubles with him do you figure?”

“Probably not. You scared him pretty bad I'm sure, and he certainly wouldn't want anyone to know he abandoned his kid at a mall, and I'll tell the truth about all the abuse he gave me in a heartbeat, so he'd be in jail faster than all his disgusting clients.”

“Good.”

We ended up sitting on the couch in the living room, facing each other, and we just talked and talked and talked until it was time for bed. We talked about everything that made us tick, what we like and dislike, and so much more, just learning each other. This is the first time that I have ever been interested in even doing such a thing, normally if I bring someone home, it is to fuck raw, long, and raunchy, yet I have repeatedly held Talon off and told him to wait. I just feel different about him than any other I have ever met before.

When it was bedtime, I deemed our diapers good enough, and I wished Talon a good sleep, and we headed to our own bedrooms for the night. Once more, this has never happened. I have three beds, I have never had guests use either of the other two once before. Still it does not bother me.