The Carny Life









Twenty nine year old Lonny Brooks is working at the carnival on one of the rides as he always does. He is the Safety and Maintenance head, so it is his responsibility to ensure that all rides are functional and safe. He is incredibly proud of his safety record, never once since he started has he had a ride fail and injure someone, nor has one ride ever truly broke down while there were riders on it. He does not really count the almost countless times that their power went down because the person who is in charge of ensuring that their generators are fueled up decided to get drunk instead of making certain that they had enough fuel to get them through the fucking day. Nor does he truly count when something goes wrong that is far outside even his control, such as the time a bird flew right into one of the moving parts of a ride, sprayed all the poor unsuspecting riders with bird guts and blood and caused a belt to dislodge and thereby had to stop the ride. Believe it or not, this is not entirely uncommon, though it rarely causes a ride to have to be shut down.


This evening he had a warning from one of his sensors, and as soon as the ride was finished, and all the riders were off, he brought in his fences, set them up, shut down the ride, and got started. Most often his sensors detect an issue long before the issue becomes a problem. Sometimes it is just the sensors being faulty or wearing out, but he never cares about that in the least, he still checks everything to ensure. Today, the sensor picked up that the hydraulic pumps had started losing pressure, so he either has a leak, a pump issue, a power to the pump issue, or, hopefully just a sensor issue. As it turns out, though, it is a hose issue.


As a general rule, life in the carnival is loud, when there are guests, the music is blaring, the riders are screaming, and people are talking loud. Lonny is used to this, he has been a Carny since he was eleven, so he enjoys his quiet when he can. The ride that he has currently found himself repairing is on the very far edge, there is nothing but a field behind him, and while it is still noisy to some, it is very nearly dead silent to Lonny.


Which is why he heard the conversation that happened as he was sitting there trying to figure out where his problem was. He can also see what is happening on the other side of his fences, though most people cannot see through to him, he cannot see great detail or anything, but more than enough. Tonight he witnessed a pair of boys of approximately eleven years old come and tuck themselves right into the corner, right next to where he is working. The one boy appears to be bright blonde haired, the other medium brown haired. The blond boy seems to be quite nervous, and keeps fidgeting, and almost attempting to touch the other. Lonny guesses that the blonde boy is gay, and that was confirmed only moments later.


“Steven, I have something to ask you?” The blond boy asked, stuttering lightly, as well he has a quite noticeable lisp.


“What is it Robin, I wanna go on a couple more rides before we haveta head back to my place for the night, we haveta leave in only a few minutes or else we won't make it home before ten, and my dad'll kill me if we're not home by then.”


“I know, it's, well, do you really like me?”


“Of course I do, you know that.”


“Yeah, but, do you, you know, maybe like me in a more than friends kinda way?”


“What do you mean?” He asked, sounding truly clueless, and from his lack of reaction to the way Robin is touching him, Lonny can tell that he really has no idea what is coming, though, from what he can see, he thinks that Robin has missed his mark on his friend, because that boy is most certainly not gay.


“Well, I think I like you in a more than friends kinda way.” He said rather bravely, though he stuttered even more, and his lisp made him nearly unintelligible.


“What do you mean though?” He asked again, and even Lonny wanted to hop up and say, fuck dude, he wants in your pants, desperately.


Then Robin did the scariest, most brave thing that Lonny had ever seen such a scared boy do, he reached in, and pressed his lips to his friends, and kissed him.


“Oh.” Was all Steven said a few moments later. “You're gay, aren't you?”


“Yeah, I'm afraid I am, would you, could you ever be my boyfriend, or will you hate me and shun me?” He asked, nearly crying because of the look of shock on his friends face.


“Robin, I'm not gay, I don't hate you, but, maybe it'd be be best if I went home, and you probably should too.” He said, and then turned and walked away.


Robin watched his friend go, and then crashed to the ground and started crying. Lonny sat there and listened to the pitiful sobs for almost two minutes before deciding that he should try and go help the young man to pick up the pieces so that he did not crash completely and then go and kill himself.


He went out and around his fence, went to the boy to try and talk to him, but he did not even acknowledge that Lonny was there in the least. Finally Lonny decided to pick up the small boy and take him inside the enclosure to help him out. When finally he sat down with the still sobbing boy in his arms, he cradled him like you would to a very small child, or baby, rocked him gently, and whispered, well almost yelled due to the ambient noise of course, to Robin to come down, that he is not hated by all, and that he is not bad.


It took several minutes, but eventually Robin came down, and when he did, he opened his tear filled eyes to find a strange man holding him.


“Who are you?” He stuttered so badly that it took almost a minute to say a one second statement.


“Hi there Handsome, my name's Lonny, and when you bared your soul to the boy you hoped would be your boyfriend, I was quite literally sitting right beside you on the opposite side of the fence fixing this ride. That took a lot of guts, or horniness, I commend you. I know what it's like though, except the boy I kissed, broke my nose, then kicked me three times once I was down, and told me I was a disgusting useless faggot, and that he hated me. At least your friend doesn't hate you, but, you already suspect he no longer wants to be friends, don't you?”


He only nodded.


“He'd come around after a while, but, I don't think he'll ever be as comfortable around you again. He was truly clueless to your advances though, how you very nearly played with his hair, how you touched his shoulder, it was sweet, fuck, you very nearly even grabbed his hand, and when you kissed him, it actually took a full three seconds for it to register what was happening. That's when you felt it though, didn't you?”


“Yeah, I felt him change, I felt him figure it out, and when he pushed me away, I knew. I hoped he was gay, I've loved him for years, I've thought I was gay since I was eight, but, he doesn't feel the same way.”


“You're what, eleven, so you've thought you were gay for three years already, that's great, but, your friend, he's not, I could see that right away, though I figured you were. Like I said, eventually he could call you a friend again, he doesn't hate you, but he'll never be as comfortable again.”


“I'm not sure I can face him, and if he tells anyone, I'm toast anyway.”


“Why though, being gay isn't as horrific as it once was, though, it wasn't really either when I was your age, and it still ended up being so for me, but then, my friend beat the shit outta me, and then, at the hospital, when I broke down and told my mom why he did it, she just got up and left, never said a thing, and that was the last I saw of her. I ran away, joined this very carnival, and have been here since.”


“Yeah, that's what'll happen with my mom too, I'm sure.”


“Do you know that for sure though, you should at least give her the chance?”


“I'm pretty sure, but here.” He said, and pulled out a cell phone and texted something to his mom. It took him a minute, but then he looked up. “Well, I guess I'll know pretty soon.”


“What'd you tell her?” Lonny asked curiously.


“Here, read it.” He said, and passed over the phone.


'Hi mom, I'm tired of hiding, I'm gay. If you hate me, I'll never come back, I'll join the circus or something. Text me.'


Just as Lonny finished reading, the phone vibrated, signaling that there was an incoming call, but it was a text, and Robin read it, gave a short bitter laugh, and put the phone back in his pocket.


“Yeah, that's what I thought she'd say.” Is all he said.


“What?” Lonny asked.


“She said good, go join all the other freaks in the circus then, you're not welcome here.”


“At least your mom said something. You're not a freak though, you know that right!”


“Yeah, I know. I had exactly two people in my life, now they're both gone. I'd kill myself, but then they win. You joined this carnival when you were my age, you said, how do I join.”


“What can you do?”


“Not a clue. Never really done much of anything but try and stay outta the way of my mom.”


“Same as me when I was your age. I'm in need of a helper, can you follow directions and do what you're told?”


“I can try.”


“I'm in charge of the safety and operation of all the rides, you fuck around in my job, and people die, are you willing to take that risk?”


“Really?” He gasped.


“Absolutely. I have a track record second to nearly none though. I've never had an accident, never even an injury while someone was on one of my rides. I'd expect a great deal from you if you worked with me.”


“I've heard, that, you know, Carny's often take kids in, to, you know, have sex with.”


“Sure, happens all the time. Taken a few in myself from time to time, and we have several now, and I was nothing more than a pleasure boy for more than four years before I really started working for the carnival. Sure, my sponsor was supposed to teach me the ropes, yeah, right, all he taught me was how to take cock, and lots of it.”


“Wow, wasn't expecting that.” He said, but adjusted all that he has, and though he is pushing a decent bulge for his age, it is not yet very large.


“The carnival is all about frivolity and debauchery, trust me, if you want it here, you can probably get it. If, however, you desire anything such as booze or drugs, walk away now, go talk to someone else, I'll have nothing at all to do with that shit. My mother was a mean drunken bitch, she beat me all the time when she got drunk, so I can't drink, and like I said, in my line of work, if I fuck up, people die, so drugs are absolutely outta the question.”


“My mom's a drunk too, and I think she uses as well, I don't want that either, but, what if I wanted sex, and lots of it. I've been dreaming some pretty nasty things, I've seen hundreds of vids, would that be possible here?”


“And then some. Some of the men here are pretty rough for such a young pretty boy such as you.”


“What about you, I like you, you're really hot.”


“Thanks, so are you, but, another thing about the carnival, we all have our kinks too, some of them are downright nasty. Mine is right up there, and any that I take into bed with me must be the same.”


“What, I'd do almost anything to get fucked by you?”


“Ah, you should be careful of saying that here, there are those that'll happily take that statement and do unspeakable acts upon your body. You might even enjoy some of it, but most, probably not. As for what I'm into, well, diapers. I'm what's known as a diaper lover, and if you wanna stay with me, you'd needta wear and wet thick thirsty tape on baby diapers.”


“Wow, okay, never thought of that one. Could I maybe try it and see if I'd like it?”


“Absolutely. You're a virgin, though, right?”


“Yeah.”


“But you've played with your pussy, haven't you?”


“So much.” He sighed.


“How much can you take, I'm not exactly small?”


“Yeah, well, neither is my own hand, and I've had some frighteningly large cucumbers up my boy pussy.”


“Nice.”


“Thanks.” He grinned brightly.


“Let me just finish this repair up, and get this ride opened back up again, and then we'll head to my trailer and we'll get you all diapered up.”


“Okay, but you have some that'd fit me?”


“Oh yeah, you're not the first boy who asked to try to get me to fuck em, and I fucked every last one of them too. Most it wears off after a day or two, and my longest boy was just over three months.”


“Wow, okay. What happened to them?”


“They either moved onto other men or women here, or left the carnival, now, we'll talk more later, I don't talk while I'm working, that destroys my concentration, and again, my concentration keeps people alive.”


“Okay, mind if I watch?”


“Not at all.”


For the next twenty minutes or so, Lonny worked, and once he was done, he started it back up, checked that all sensors were reading correctly, both with his manual testers, as well as with his computer, he always checks everything both ways. Once satisfied, Robin helped Lonny to take down the fence and store it back in the trailer on the back of his Gator. He called up the ride operator and told her that it is back up and running now, but, they are only open for another hour, so it is almost not even worth it.


“Now we head back to my trailer and wait for my actual shift to start. Normally I only work once we're closed, but I'm constantly monitoring every stat from my trailer on my computer.”


“Okay, that's cool.”


“Yeah, but I tell you, the boss sure didn't wanna spend that much coin on those upgrades when I first proposed them, but putting in all the wireless monitoring sensors has probably saved him double that amount already in reduced downtime, as well as not having things completely blow and take other things with them. This way I always know there's trouble before it really becomes a problem.”


“You did that?”


“Oh yeah. I'm constantly on the lookout for things that'll make my job more efficient and better, I refuse to allow the boss to buy sub standard shit, and even though it costs him more, I guarantee you that in the end, it saves him money.”


“Nice. So, what all do you do then?”


“I maintain every piece of equipment here, with the exception of the main power generators. That's supposed to be someone else's job, but the guy's a fucking retard, and a drunk. I don't know enough about power generators to do the maintenance on them, yet I've hadta do emergency repairs, because he was nowhere to be found, and fuck, once, in the middle of a massive fair, our biggest generator ran outta fucking fuel mid day, the boss was furious, and he called me to go find out why it was down, because he couldn't reach the proper guy, and so I found that.”


“How's he not get fired?”


“It's his daughters husband. A real fucking waste of oxygen loser if I ever met one, but she's no prize either. I mean, honestly, how fucking hard is it to make sure a fuel tank is full. Apparently too hard for him. I'd'a canned his ass outta here years ago, son in law or not, fuck, son or not, there's no way I'd allow that useless piece of shit near my equipment.”


“Yeah, me too. So, just maintenance then?”


“Yeah, pretty much, but I guarantee you I'm the busiest person here. I also oversee the opening and closing of every piece of equipment, and while I do have a team of five guys working for me, I still check over all their work anyway. Nothing is done, until I say it's done.”


“Oh, and I can really work for you then?”


“Sure, just haveta go through the owner, and given how pretty you are, he may ask for a small favour every now and then, but he's a pretty good guy. He was actually the most gentle of the men who used me when I was your age, and I always got really good bonuses from him when I visited him.”


“Oh. How old is he?”


“Early sixties now I guess, he's about twenty two or three years older than me if I remember correctly, and I just turned twenty nine.”


“Oh. Will others wanna use me like they did you?”


“Oh, I guarantee you, with your looks, you'll have every man, woman, and child worker here clambering to get into your bed, you're really cute. However, with that being said, you're welcome to say no too, except to the boss. If and when he asks, it's not mandatory, but you might find your job being classified as redundant, and then eventually you'd get no money. You get paid for what you do around here, not by how much time you spend doing it. You work, you get paid, no work, no pay. If you tell him that you're not comfortable with that, yet, he'll accept that, but, eventually he'll want you too, I'm sure of it.”


“What if I really didn't wanna though, and wanted to stay living and working with you. I like you.”


“I can't afford to pay you or to feed you myself, so, my suggestion is, if and when he asks, go for it, you'll likely enjoy it. He's not truly gay, only slightly bi, so he only asks for a boy occasionally anyway, and it's not so bad. Like I said, at least he's real nice and tender, some of the guys most certainly are not.”


“I don't think I'd wanna go with any of them then, and maybe even no one but you. I've dreamed of getting fucked by lotsa men, taking three at a time, but, I also want just one man too, I just don't know.”


“When the time's right, if you're still with me, I'll arrange it. I was only just a little older than you now when I took my first triple man fuck. I tell you though, there's no amount of preparation that'll truly help you take two man cocks up your tiny little pussy without pain, and I was nowhere near prepared, just stupid fucking horny.”


“Why, how old were you?”


“Just about twelve, I'd only been getting fucked for a few months by then, I couldn't even take my own fist yet, let alone anyone else's, but we were having a pretty wild party, and when they asked if they could triple stuff me, like I'd seen a few of the older boys do, and enjoy, a lot, I said sure. Well, it was a good thing I already had a cock in my throat, because the yell I let out may still be being heard.”


“Wow, even I know better than to go that fast, but eventually I think I'd still like it.”


“Trust me, it was amazing once I did get usedta it, I'd get triple fucked, two, sometimes three times a night after that. I was a right slut, the town bicycle you might even say, everyone had ridden me. Well, except girls. They can't even be near me when I'm having sex. Nothing makes me softer than seeing a naked chick.”


“I think I'd be the same, actually.”


“Yeah, you strike me as full on gay as well.”


“So, when and why'd you start loving diapers?” Robin asked curiously as they parked.


“Hold up, let's get inside, and after I diaper you, and after you change my diaper, 'cause I'll ask that you change me too, I'll tell you all about it.”


“Oh, okay. Never even changed a baby's diaper, let alone an adults.” He chuckled.


“It's okay, it's easy, and I'll tell you how to do it.”


They went inside the trailer, and Robin is impressed. It is very large inside, and very clean and nice looking as well. The bedroom, there is only one, is in the upper portion, for this is a fifth wheel style trailer, and the bathroom is up there as well. The entire lower portion is the living room, dining room, and kitchen, and it has everything that a house has, and more than some do for sure.


“Wow, nice place.” Robin whistled, as they finished off in the bedroom.


“Thanks. It's four years old now, I paid cash for it, but it's super nice. It's perfect for me. Most of the others just have shit trailers, and quite a few of them share two or even three people, plus whomever they've sponsored if they have, living in one, but I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs, so I usually have lots, not to mention, I probably get paid more than most as well, considering my job and all.”


“Wow.”


“So, in order to diaper you, I'm gonna haveta strip you, would you allow that?”


“Yes, just please don't laugh, I'm not very big.”


“From the lump I saw earlier, I think you're probably just fine for a boy your age, so no worries there.”


“Oh, thanks. You've had lotsa boys, so you'll probably be able to tell me if I'm normal or not. I've never even seen another boy my age hard before, other than online, and you never know what's real, or how old they are.”


“I wouldn't say lots, and you'll be the youngest I've personally had, but I've seen a few boys your age hard.”


“Oh.”


Lonny went in and started stripping Robin, and did not stop until Robin is standing before him naked and hard. He figures that Robin is a decently thick ten centimeters long, and his hot little balls are a good size for his age as well, and he tells Robin this, saying that he is most certainly not small. He then picks Robin up and lays him on the bed in diaper change position, and then goes and grabs the diapers from the closet. They will be slightly large on Robin, but that is okay.


Lonny really took his time and enjoyed the diaper change, almost as much as Robin sounds to be enjoying it. By the time Lonny is applying the diaper rash cream, after already doing a very good baby lotioning, Robin is nearly there, and so, Lonny gives it just a tiny bit more, and causes Robin to have a massive dry orgasm. With that now done, Lonny pulls up and tapes closed the diaper. Yes, it is a bit big, but not by too much.


“Wow, if every diaper change is as good as that, then I might just really enjoy this.”


“I'm of the firm belief that a diaper change should always cause at least one gay baby boygasm. Now, it's my turn. Go ahead and strip me Baby.”


“Okay.”


Once Lonny is naked, Robin cannot help but to admire the hot man in front of him. He is absolutely mesmerized by Lonny's bouncing boner, all sixteen or so centimeters of it. He also cannot help but to admire his large hairless balls, since Lonny keeps himself hairless, diapers being only one of the reasons for this.


Lonny then laid himself on the bed, and had to walk Robin through the entire process of how to diaper someone, and he did an orgasmic job, for both of them, because, as soon as Lonny came, so did Robin once again. When he asked, Lonny gave Robin permission to scoop up and eat all of Lonny's cum, and Lonny enjoyed watching Robin get his first taste, and from the look of bliss on his face, Lonny knows that Robin is like himself in that, because he too cannot get enough cum.


“You did a very good job Baby, now, let's go sit down and talk, shall we.”


“Thanks. That was amazing.”


Lonny just smiled, and naked other than his diaper, he led Robin to the living room. They each took one of the very comfortable arm chairs, turned to face each other, since they are swivel chairs, and then Lonny started.


“So, you wanted to know how I came to love diapers, well, here goes.


“It actually started in a way I wasn't anticipating, I'd never wet the bed, I'd never had wet pants accidents, nothing, and I certainly never thought of diapers as anything but for babies. Shortly after I joined the carnival, I was having my first foursome, like I said, it was a bit of a painful night for me, but also incredibly draining. They made me cum, dry as well, no less than twelve times, but I'm certain it was more, and when I passed out, that was it, nothing woke me, even my bladder, and that was the first time I wet the bed. The next few times they all fucked me like that, it was the same, and then, the fifth or sixth time, my sponsor diapered me after everyone left, so that I wouldn't make a mess of the bed.


“I was actually super pissed at him the next morning, but, he just patted my super soggy diapered dick, and told me that it seems to have been necessary, because I was soaked. I was super mad, and embarrassed, but, he had a point. The next several times that they all fucked me, I asked my sponsor not to diaper me, but he did anyway after I passed out, and sure enough, every morning I was soaked. After that, I was becoming more and more used to it, and wasn't getting mad at him. I couldn't get enough group action, and I knew that if I passed out, that I was gonna be diapered, and I accepted it.


“Then, one morning, after a particularly long and glorious night, I was with him for about six or seven months by then, so I was very used to the diapers by then, I woke up to feeling him diaper fucking me. He pounded my gay baby boy pussy, which is what he was calling it, and then when he came, he also filled me with his entire, rather large, morning piss load, and then piss fucked me.


“Never before had I felt something so vile, so disgusting, so amazing, and I couldn't get enough. He kept fucking me and jacking me off, 'til I couldn't even stay hard any more, and then when he finished, I promptly passed out, and he changed my diaper. When I woke up again, almost two hours later, he brought me breakfast, and told me that that was the hottest, most kinky thing that he's ever done, and I hadta admit that it was for me too, and I asked him to diaper and piss fuck me again, and he said that he'd do one even better, and that night, I had three men fucking me and filling me with all the cum and piss they could give me, even in my mouth, which I certainly wasn't expecting, but I loved it none the less.


“Then the next night, he found eight others, so I had nine men, who wanted to fill me full of as much cum and piss as they possibly could, and I let them, fuck, I nearly begged for it, and boy did they. That was the first time I was double diapered, and I loved it, and then my sponsor changed my diaper in the morning, then promptly ruined it by diaper fucking and filling me, and then he double diapered me again, and then dressed me and still made me go out and do all my work, with an impossible to hide super thick diaper bulge underneath.


“I should've been embarrassed, I shoulda been mortified or pissed off at him, but it made me so fucking horny. I ended up meeting a fourteen year old that day who was also a diaper lover, and we arranged to meet somewhere, and we diaper fucked each other, and it was amazing. Of course I hadta push down my diaper in the front to fuck him through his diaper, but he was big enough to fuck me through all three, and he loved it. Then he changed me, putting me back into two more diapers, and I did the same for him. Every time I was in town after that, he came and visited me, and we fucked lots and lots. Sadly he died almost two years ago, which is too bad, he was amazing.”


“Wow. And have you been outta diapers since?”


“Nope, haven't even so much as dripped one drop of peepee in a potty since that day that I was double diapered for the entire day. The funny thing is, everyone here knows what I'm into, yet no one thinks it's any worse than what they're into. Hell, some of the other fetishes and desires here make diaper love seem normal.”


“Really, what?”


“BDSM, furry love, leathers, scat, you name it, there's probably someone here into it. The fact that I'm not the only one who loves kids also says a lot to that. There's a few here who'd even happily rape an unwilling small child. Trust me, I'll point those ones out to you, don't, under any circumstances, agree to go into their trailers for anything. With me being your sponsor, I can protect you for the most part, but, if you agree to go into their dens of depravity, then there's not really a helluva lot I can do.”


“My sponsor?”


“That's what we call it. Most of the time a sponsor really is just that, we train you, we'll even fuck you, share you, so on and so forth, however, I'm not like that. Every one of the boys I've had, I fell in love with, and had they stayed wearing diapers, they'd still be here. It broke my heart every time one of them left, and the same'll happen if and when you choose to leave as well. Most boys really don't love the diapers, not like I do, nor how I want them to, to them it's only about the sex and the experience. Also a few of them got into the drinking or the drugs, in which case I asked them to leave. I won't be around that, at least in my space. I know it happens out there all too often, but I can't accept it around me directly, my boys included.”


“Oh. I think I could fall in love with you as well. So far I don't mind the diapers, that's for sure, they're not uncomfortable or anything, they're really quite soft even.”


“Just wait 'til you wet it, then you'll know. Most of the boys only did so because I wanted them to, needed them to really, but they didn't enjoy it. Once you pee it, if you enjoy it, then maybe we'll have a chance. I'd almost rather you decide today, so that I don't fall for you, because you're exactly the type of boy I can't help but to love.”


“Oh. So, what happens, let's say, if I do learn to love diapers, and we fall in love, and then I get older. I won't be young forever you know.”


“I know. Honestly, I don't know. I know I love boys, but I also love getting fucked by men too. It's hard to say, because I've never had a relationship last longer than about three or four months before.”


“Oh. I guess that's fair enough then. Neither one of us can really say what'll happen I guess.”


“True.”


“So, if we work out, what all will I haveta do?”


“Work or personal?”


“Both, I guess.”


“Personal, nothing more than you want, I'd never make you do anything you don't want. But you do want it, don't you?”


“Oh yeah, so bad.”


“Good, I think we'll get along well there then. As for work, I'll teach you everything you'll ever needta know about carnival rides, how they work, why they work, how to set them up and break them down, and how to fix and maintain every little thing about them. It takes years to learn, though, and I even went to school to do what I do. I was essentially apprenticed from the time I was thirteen, and went to school to become a carnival engineer when I was seventeen. Took four years, but I had a good job in the summer, and the boss actually paid for all my schooling, as long as I promised to stay on with him for at least ten years. I still get paid pretty well though, but, once I turn thirty one, and am no longer under obligation to work for him, then I'll have a pretty good bargaining chip, and can ask for lots more, or move. Considering my track record, he can't afford to lose me either.”


“Cool. Would I be allowed to do that as well then you think?”


“Possibly. I was highly motivated, very smart, and I was well away from drugs and alcohol, those are the reasons he agreed. If you can do the same, then he probably will for you as well.”


“Cool. What about the rest of the year, when the carnival isn't running?”


“Most of the staff goes home, but this is my home, the carnival is my home, and, really, the winter is my busiest time. That's when every piece of equipment is pretty much stripped down, fixed, refinished where needed, and put back together. I use ninety percent of my operating budget in that time.”


“Oh, I guess that makes sense. May as well do it then instead.”


“Exactly. I'm the only one that stays on throughout the entire winter though, even my guys take the winter off and do other things, since they're not really needed all that much, I do everything.”


“What about me then.”


“Let's get through the season before we go there, but if let's say we work out, and you love diapers, and even me, then I see no reason why you can't help me. You seem pretty smart, but your lisp and stutter will make it incredibly hard on you to work with the public, but, in what we do, you rarely even talk to other people, and you certainly won't be the only one here with those problems. I actually think you sound really cute.” Lonny grinned.


“Thanks, most people think I'm retarded or something because of that. My only friend was Steven, it never bothered him at all, but then, his dad has a wicked lisp as well, so he's usedta it. My mom was told to put me in speech therapy to help, but she refused, she'd rather spend the money on fucking booze instead.”


“Well, I'm no speech therapist, but maybe we can do some research together and try and learn how to help with it. I always get excellent internet connection wherever I am, the boss ensures it, because of all the research I haveta do, so I'm sure we can find lotsa information on that.”


“Really, you mean it.”


“Of course. I said it, didn't I?”


“Well, yeah, but people say a lot of things to me that they don't really mean, then again, they also say a lot of things to me that they do, not really sure which is worse.”


“That's easy, and you know it as well as I do which answer is correct, because we both dealt with it. You're here now, so it'll become lots easier on you. We have a lotta freaks here, but, we do all get along fairly well. I don't usually mix much with the others though, simply because I don't like being around much of what they're into, but we get along well enough.”


“Yeah, and I hope so.”


For the next hour, before the carnival closed for the night, the two of them sat there talking and getting to know each other. They told lots about what made them tick, and it seems that they are shockingly similar in many ways, yet different as well, which is good. Robin has yet to wet his diaper, but he knows that that time is coming, but he is holding off for as long as he can. When it was time to get dressed, they did so, and Robin skeptically looked in the mirror and complained that he can see what he is wearing.


“Don't worry, not only do I think it looks super sexy to see you in these skinny jeans with that amazingly hot diapered ass, but, no one else will even see it at all. As soon as the lights went out, pretty much everyone left, and all the employees will be doing their final cleanup, and then they're going in for the night. The only people that'll even see you at all are the cleaning crews and my team, three of which are working tonight. In all likelihood, though, no one will even be able to see you well enough to see that you're diapered, we'll be using flashlights now, since it's dark and all. Granted, with that being said, everyone will know that you're diapered, because as soon as I tell them I'm sponsoring you, they know that's one of my requirements.”


“Oh.” Is all he said.


“You'll be fine, and if anyone says anything, just tell them that you're only trying it, and that it's none of their business anyway.”


“Okay.”


They headed out, Lonny handing Robin both a really good ultra bright LED head lamp, and an even bigger and brighter LED lantern as they exited. Lonny grabbed himself the same pair. He also clipped on his two way radio, and then called to his guys, and told them where to meet. As soon as they were all gathered, Lonny introduced Robin to the three burly men who all looked as if they belonged in biker gangs, which is not actually far wrong either, and when Lonny told them that he has Robin on the trial sponsorship, they all grinned knowingly to him, after looking down to confirm. One of them saying to himself that he most certainly would not mind getting Robin stripped down to that diaper and fucking him through it all night long himself.


As soon as they were done their briefing, and everyone had their list of jobs for the night, they were off. Lonny of course kept Robin with him the entire time, and taught him everything that he was doing. Almost half an hour after starting, Robin got that far off look that says someone is peeing, and Lonny saw it, so watched Robin's face as he peed his first diaper since he was very young. It took well over a minute for him to finish peeing, and then almost another minute for him to take in the feelings. When he reached down without even thinking, and rubbed his soggy diapered dick, and smiled, Lonny was happy. That was the look of a boy who maybe just enjoyed that, a lot.


“Looks like you enjoyed that.”


“It was weird. I know I shouldn't have done it, I certainly shouldn't have enjoyed it, but, I think I definitely did. How much does it hold though, how soon will I needta change?”


“Excellent, and I'm certain you can add lots more Baby, no worries. I usually get four to six hours, and I imagine you'll be the same.”


“Oh, good. Hey, I'm kinda starting to get tired, when will we go to bed?”


“Bedtime isn't for another almost ten hours. I usually go to bed at ten AM, and sleep 'til six PM, because almost all my work is at night this time of the year. During the winter, I work during the day, but now I work at night. I doubt you'll last the entire night, but I do wanna have you stay up as long as you can, so that you learn to sleep during the day.”


“Oh. I'll try. I've never stayed up later than one before, and most of the time I can't even stay up past twelve.”


“It's okay, I know.”


“And what about food, I'm kinda getting hungry.”


“I usually take my lunch break at around three or so, if you can hold off 'til then, great, if not, we'll get you a snack.”


“Okay.”


They got back to work, and by just after three, Robin is not only famished, but nearly dead on his feet. They went and had some food, and a good drink, and then headed back out, Lonny firmly encouraging Robin to come on, that he is not allowed to go to bed until at least six, so that his body learns to stay up at night. Lonny remembers this pain well, for he too dealt with that, the first few days had been the hardest, but after that, he adapted quite quickly.


By quarter to five, Robin was pretty near sleep walking, and every few minutes, Lonny would have to prod him to stay awake. And then at just a few minutes after five, Robin quite literally fell asleep while standing, slumped to the ground as if boneless, thankfully he had not been anywhere that he could have hurt himself, and that was it, he was fast asleep, and Lonny was unable to wake him. Lonny was impressed, though, because Robin made it a full two hours more than he himself had managed his first time. He carried Robin to their trailer, stripped him down to his very nice soggy diaper, and changed him for a fresh one. He then covered Robin up, and then changed his own soggy diaper, then headed back out to finish his work, which is now checking over all the work his guys had done, since they are now off for the day. They too will head to bed soon, but Lonny is not yet done.


When Lonny finished his work, he went in and read for a bit, then went to bed at his regular time, and had a really good sleep. Almost as soon as he had crawled into bed, Robin must have sensed his presence, and curled right into Lonny, and they both smiled, and that was how Lonny fell asleep.


When he woke up, Lonny decided to wake Robin up as well, so that he could get used to the sleep pattern, but it took quite a while to wake him up.


“Good morning there Sunshine, how do you feel this morning?”


“Morning, it feels like it's night time.”


“Technically it is, it's just after six PM, but this is our morning, but you'll get usedta it.”


“Oh. I'm super hungry, any chance I can get some breakfast please?”


“Of course, but first, how's your diaper?”


“Don't know, can't tell.”


Lonny reached down and gave Robin the squeeze test, and confirmed that Robin is quite wet, but nowhere near leaking.


“You're pretty wet, but not so much that you're gonna leak any time soon. Considering I changed you before bed, and I certainly never felt you get up in the night, that means you peed in your sleep, that's excellent.”


“Don't think I've wet the bed since I was like five or six. I've also never stayed up 'til like five in the morning though, and that's when I woke up the day before. That's normally when I wake up, not go to bed.”


“I guess that's as good a reason to peepee in your sleep as any, but, hopefully soon it'll be just the way it is. How is it now, though?”


“Quite nice, actually. I do haveta go pee pretty bad, though, you think this one'll hold it all?”


“Probably, or would you rather me change you first?”


“Maybe you better change me, I do haveta go pretty bad.”


“Okay, then you can change me too.”


“Okay.” Robin said happily, because, as much as he knows that this should be wrong, that is not how it feels.


Lonny hopped out of bed, throwing the blankets off as he did so, went and grabbed the diaper supplies that they want, and then went back and changed his baby. As soon as Robin was in his fresh diaper, Lonny pressed his hand to the front and encouraged Robin to peepee his baby diaper, and after only a few seconds, he grinned, let go, and filled his diaper up real well, peeing for damn near two minutes straight. They then traded places, and as soon as Lonny was diapered, he grabbed Robin's hand and pressed it to the front of his diaper, and proceeded to peepee it as well.


“Mmmm, I think I'm starting to understand why you're a diaper lover, that was real nice. Thanks.”


“You're very welcome. Just wait 'til the first time we have sex and I fill you up full, and then double diaper you.”


“Can that be today please?”


“Probably not. It's gonna take you a few days just to get used to the sleep pattern you now haveta use, and during that time, you're not gonna truly enjoy much, you're gonna be very tired. Not only do I want it to feel amazing for you, but I don't want you passing out before I finish. I'd never be able to have sex with a sleeping person, it simply does nothing for me, which is why I have a hard time understanding those people that use those date rape drugs. I mean, you may as well fuck a dead body for all the good fucking a sleeping person does for you.”


“I think maybe you have a good point there, because even though I know I had a good sleep, I'm still wicked tired.”


“I know I do, I was once in your shoes, and for at least three days you're not gonna really be able to function fully or properly.”


“Oh, okay. Can we get breakfast now please?”


“Sure, come on Baby, let's get fed up shall we.”


They went and got themselves a good filling breakfast, then sat down to eat, all the while they were talking and getting to know each other more and more.


As soon as they were done and all cleaned up, they went and got dressed, because, like Lonny said, Robin needs clothes and supplies, and Robin was okay with that. He never even questioned that now they would be going out, mid day, in public, in clothes that do not hide his diaper bulge. As they did their shopping, a few people did notice, and Robin even happily carried the diapers that were for him when they found them at the medical supply store, because Lonny had his own, he is already enjoying them a great deal, and is not even embarrassed any more, well, completely anyway. They were out for only two hours, but, by the time they made it back, Robin is now fully situated.