Victorian Vacation

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It has been a long time since I have taken a vacation, way too long in fact. I have taken the odd weekend here and there and just relaxed, maybe went camping for the weekend, or even to the local amusement park and had fun, but truly a vacation, two full weeks off, with absolutely no responsibilities, no, way too long. In fact, since I started my own business, I have done nothing of the sort. And I am much in need of a vacation

It was twelve years ago that I started my business.

I finally felt that I was in a position where I could do so now though. I have good employees that I know that I can trust to hold down the fort while I am away, reflecting upon life, they know what they are doing and can handle virtually any situation that might arise. Lately I have been feeling far too burned out, like nothing matters, and I know that that is bad for the health, and so I booked a vacation.

I am not going far away or anything, I am from Vancouver BC, and I am just going over to the island and staying in Victoria. It is only an hour and a half ferry ride, so a total of barely even two and a half hours from home, but it is far enough for me. I am not one for traveling, I lost my parents to a plane crash, so flying is simply out of the question for me, and I do not want or need a passport, so going out of the country is really not an option either. Besides, where else can I go to see all that I have right in my own country.

I have not been to Victoria since I was a kid and my parents brought me here once on a family vacation, so I felt that it was time to come again. Boy has it grown, but then, so has Vancouver. I am just about thirty five now, I am plain and boring to look at, at least in my opinion, I am skinny with barely any definition to my body, I have light brown, nondescript styled hair, pale blue eyes, and thin red lips. Like I said, boring. I am neither gay nor straight, I have never been with another in my entire life, and I am still very much a virgin. I have found many who I have found attractive, male and female alike, but none that I have had a sexual attraction to. Some call that asexual, I am not even sure any more.

Granted, for the past several years, I have poured my heart and soul into my business, done everything in my power to make it grow and flourish, to make as much money as I possibly can, so that maybe I can retire at a relatively early age. The problem, though, it has taken so much from me, I now sometimes wonder if I even have anything left to offer another.

Like I said, a much needed vacation.

I had researched the city for a few weeks prior to booking anything, and because I did not technically want to stay right in the downtown core, where it is just too busy, but I also did not want to be too far away, I managed to find a funky little hotel just on the outskirts of downtown. It had been slated for demolition. It had been, prior to being renovated, a no tell motel, but the new owners had taken it, redid everything, and made it look cool, kinda like a sixties or seventies disco hall, with all sorts of retro furniture and décor. It was my kind of place.

So, I booked my entire two weeks there.

My first couple days, I toured a few of the biggest tourist traps, namely the two castles, and if you think that Canada has no castles, boy are you wrong. They are fucking gorgeous, especially to an architecture freak like me. I spent one day looking at each, as well as a couple other places after each one. Each night, I go for a swim in the hotels pool and soak in the hot tub and sweat out in the sauna, but as of yet, I have hardly even seen anyone. Given that it is BC's rainy season, we are not exactly at high season yet, though it is still shockingly busy already. I honestly would hate to be there in peak season, once the temperatures start creeping into the high thirties and there are five to ten times more people.

And yes, we do get that high of a temperature here as well, our summers are some of the nicest in the world, just, we also get a huge amount of rain the rest of the year. Though we also get next to no snow, so that is a bonus.

My third day was nice, the rain had eased off a bit, and I went to the local park, possibly one of the most spectacular parks that I have ever had the pleasure to visit in my life before, and walked around it for several hours, had a picnic lunch by one of the ponds, and sat on the hill and just stared out at the ocean for an hour or more. It was shockingly peaceful. I had dinner at the hotel's attached diner, and then went and got ready to go for a swim.

When I arrived, I was alone, and I was swimming laps when finally someone walked in. A boy of about ten, with who I assumed was his mother. She said something to him, he nodded, and then she turned and left. He stripped off his outer clothes to expose that he had his swim shorts on underneath his pants, and then he went and climbed the stairs to the slide, a pretty respectable slide, it actually looks fun, but I do not like them, hit my head some fierce once and damn near drowned when I was a kid, and have not been able to force myself to try again since.

He did at least twelve circuits on the slide, before coming and jumping in the pool as well. Other than nodding to him, I said nothing, and continued my swimming. I have to admit that he is a stunning piece of young boyish beauty. He is trim and fit, a well shaped chest, and just a tiny bit of puppy fat left on his toned little tummy. His arms and legs are also shockingly powerful looking for a boy his age, and his ass, in his wet shorts, oh my.

Yeah, my one weakness, a hot boy in tight wet shorts, showing off an amazing ass. Had I suspected that I was a boylover my entire life, yes. Would I ever act on that, no.

I saw, when he was still dry, that he has deep brown hair, shaved pretty short on the sides and back, and then left a little long and shaggy on the top. I am not a huge fan of this particular hairdo on most, but it actually looks really good on him. He has braces on nice white teeth, and I noticed that he had been wearing glasses when he arrived, but clearly does not need them all the time, because he is not swimming with them, and seems to do fine without them for the most part, though he did stub his big toe on something pretty fiercely, and all he did was grunt and hop on one foot for a minute as he worked out the pain.

Because he has not truly gotten close enough for me to see yet, I cannot see that he has deep brown eyes that match his hair, nor the fact that he has really fine dimples and freckles, both of which I adore on boys, but then, I also love braces and glasses, and all four of them together, tied all up with an amazing ass, that is the sort of thing that fuels my fantasies.

Just as I finished doing my laps, I slipped from the pool and headed to the hot tub, still not saying anything to the hot young man, but I did nod to him once more as I passed him, and he nodded back as well. I slipped into the hot tub, laid back, and closed my eyes. I had turned the timer to the maximum for the jets, which is fifteen minutes, and just seconds after it shut off, I opened my eyes, and was about to hop out and turn the timer back on again, when the young man came out, noticed that the jets were not on, and turned them back on again. Clearly he has been here before, because he knew exactly where to find it and how to operate it, it had taken me several minutes to figure out where it was the first time.

“Thanks.” I said as he slipped in. “I was just about to hop out and do that too.”

“No prob.”

“Clearly you've been here before, you knew where the timer switch was without looking.”

“Yeah, a few times. My grandpa owns this hotel.”

“Oh, that's cool. Come to spend time with him with your mom then?”

“Not mom, aunt, well, sorta, my mom's best friend, they were best friends since they were kids, and when my mom was dying, she asked her to raise me.” He said.

“Oh, sorry to hear that. How long ago was that?”

“I was four when she died, so I hardly even remember her anymore, which is too bad. I have pictures, and she made lotsa videos for me, 'cause she knew she was dying for a while, and she wanted me to have something to remember her by.”

“Wow, can't even begin to imagine how hard that musta been for her.”

“Me neither. I still cry watching them though. Then again, she starts it.”

“That I don't doubt in the least.”

“Is this your first time coming here then?”

“Yeah, I just live in Vancouver, but needed a vacation, so came here.”

“Same. I usually come a couple times a year, I'll get to spend the day with my grandpa tomorrow, and if I'm lucky, I might see my aunt once or twice during the week here.”

“Excuse me?”

“She doesn't exactly like me. I'm a boy, and I'm a lotta work, neither of which she likes. The only thing she likes about me is my trust fund and the three thousand dollars a month she gets for caring for me. Yeah, caring, that's not exactly what I'd call it.”

“Does your grandpa know this?”

“Yeah, but unfortunately he just can't keep me himself. He has four hotels and several stores, as well a few other businesses that he owns and manages, so he simply hasn't got time to raise a kid any more, but he said he would if he could. No, the major reason is, he has some mental disorder, can't remember what it's called, but he can just start yelling and screaming for no reason, and he says he loves me too much to harm me like that, because if that happens, and we're alone, he says that some of the things that he can say would really hurt someone. He has a nurse with him pretty much all day long that's specially trained to help him if it happens during the day, but in the evenings and on the weekends, he has no one, it'd just be me, and he doesn't want for me to witness what he becomes when that happens.”

“Oh sounds like schizophrenia or maybe bi polar.”

“The second one bi polar. That's what it's called. He's always on medication, but it doesn't always work he says.”

“Oh wow, that's a difficult disorder to live with, yet he owns that many businesses. He must be incredibly smart.”

“Apparently he started and or bought most of them long before it started, he says it started almost fifteen years ago, and got steadily worse, almost to the point that it lost him everything, but then he found out what was happening, and started medication, and had a nurse with him at all times, and now he's even more successful than before.”

“Oh, that's good, at least he's found a way to manage it well. Sucks for you though.”

“Yeah, kinda does, I hate living with my aunt, but my mom was their only child, and my dad was an only child too, and he never had parents, well, that he knew anyway. He actually died when I was real young. I think my grandpa said that he died when I was three months old or something, but that he loved me so much, and that he was gonna be a great father, but people just don't survive a head on collision with a dump truck. It wasn't my dads fault, the truck swerved in front of him, and that was it. Then my mom died from cancer, my grandpa can't take me because of a mental illness, so yeah, I get my aunt instead, and she hates me.”

“Why on earth would she hate you though. You're very good looking, you seem incredibly smart, you talk well, and so far I've enjoyed your company a great deal, and I've only just met you.”

“Like I said, I'm a boy and I'm a lot of work.” He said simply, but did not elaborate.

“Why, is she one of those women who thinks that men are there only to do her personal bidding, or does she just hate men and never wants them around?”

“Who knows, but the less she sees of me, the better for her.”

“Oh, and why would you be so much work.”

“I can't tell you, you'd walk away right now if I told you.”

“I can't promise I wouldn't, I mean, if you were a psychopathic murderer who killed without remorse, I might get up and go hide in my room with the door locked tight, but for just about anything else, I wouldn't. Besides, we don't even know each other at all, what difference does it make to you. Go ahead and tell me, I promise I won't laugh, or tease you, or tell anyone anything that you say to me.”

“Okay, but you promised, remember.”

“I know.”

“First off, I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover, but because she refuses to let me wear diapers during the day, for the most part, I have frequent wet pants, and I make a mess of everything in the house. Of course, she thinks I do it on purpose to spite her, and I do, a lot of the time, but I also do have a serious problem too, both my parents had it, and they gave it to me as well. I know that they were both diaper lovers too, and I'm certain that they were both gay as well. I have cloth diapers for at night, and I do wear them during the day sometimes when she's not home, which happens a lot, but if she's there, and she catches me wearing one, I get in supreme shit. Then there's the fact that I'm gay, and I love getting fucked, a lot. Well, I know that she is too, so why she hates that I am as well I don't really understand, but she thinks it's disgusting that I am too. Maybe it's just 'cause I'm getting fucked, a lot, and she isn't, 'cause of her horrible temper.”

“First off, you have a shockingly dirty mouth for one who I suspect is about ten years old. Second, I promise to never tell or laugh at you. I'm gay as well, or at least for the most part, and I went through a diaper love phase myself, but working twelve hour long days with other people all the time, kinda drove that away, and I honestly haven't thought of diapers for years.”

“Thanks, all my friends love my shockingly dirty mouth, I love sucking cock and drinking as much cum and piss as I can get.” He grinned brightly, I am guessing because he now knows that we are actually somewhat alike.

I am currently so hard that it is painful, and I am glad that the bubbling water is hiding it. When I stand up though, it will be incredibly obvious to anyone that sees though just what my thoughts are.

“Wow, you're way worse than anyone I've ever met.”

“Thanks, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

“You know, I don't even doubt it.”

“What about you?”

“What do you mean, do I love getting fucked and sucking like that too?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Nope, 'fraid not, still a full on virgin. Never had sex with anyone. I've never met anyone that I actually wanted to have sex with.”

“Wow, really. But, you're like, in your thirties or something aren't you?”

“Yeah.”

“Never knew adults never had sex. I mean, why, it feels so fucking good.”

“Like I said, never found the right person.”

“Oh. What's the right person?”

“Ah, now, there's an answer I can't give to you. If I did, you'd go and call the cops on me.”

“Oh, I see.”

“What?” I asked curiously, wondering if he had figured it out.

“One of my friends, his uncle's a boylover, and they have sex all the time. Of course, he never told me his uncles name or anything, told me that if they were ever found out, that his uncle would go to jail instantly, and he'd never get out. I really wanted to meet him though, I've been looking for a man to fuck me good and proper for a long time, but he refused. I think you're one too, aren't you?”

“Yes, but please never breath a word of that to anyone. I've never done anything with anyone before, and I won't, because to do so could hurt the boy too much. I'll stay a virgin my entire life rather than harm a boy.”

“You wouldn't hurt me, I promise you that.”

“Why?” I asked warily.

“Because, two of my baby boyfriends fist fuck me, and I them, and several of my teen friends like to triple fuck me, two in my gay baby boy pussy, one in my gay baby cock sucking mouth. It's funny, the money my aunt pays my babysitter to watch me, he always buys me good tape on baby diapers for me and him, and we really enjoy them, a lot.” He grinned.

“Oh. Well, that's not exactly what I meant by hurting you, though I thought I would've physically hurt you too, now I don't really think so. I mean, I know I'm big, but not that big.”

“What'd you mean then?”

“Mentally. No, what you want, hell, what I want, that's hard on a boy your age. It'd hurt you in the head too much.”

“Yeah, my friend said his uncle told him the same thing, but they've been fucking for four years already, and he loves his uncle so much. He says that he'll never stop loving him either.”

“Well, okay, that may be good for them. The biggest problem I see though, is that I am a boylover, I have no idea what'd happen once a boy got too old. Would I just fall out of love with him, or would I continue loving him. Would the fact that he aged hurt me, or him. What'd happen to him if I did fall out of love with him because he got too old. No, I think it'd be too much to risk. Not to mention, I really don't wanna go to jail.”

“That was my friends' uncles problem as well. Well, my friend's now fifteen, and he's getting to be very manly in the diaper area, and his uncle still loves him, and they still have hot gay baby boy diaper sex every day.”

“Again, that's them, not me. I just don't know.”

“Would you be willing to wear a baby diaper, peepee it 'til you're nearly leaking, then hold your piss 'til you couldn't hold it any more, then diaper fuck me like the gay baby boy slut I am, so that I can feel a man cock fucking and filling me up like a gay baby boy slut deserves at least once?”

“No.” My mouth said, but the rest of me was ready, willing, and screaming at me to take what was being offered.

“I don't believe you. I nearly saw the water ripple as your cock tried to get to me. I bet your shorts are nearly ripping from the strain on them.” He giggled cutely.

“Oh god, you have no idea how much pain I'm in right now. Never before have I been so fucking hard, and as much as I wish I could take you back to my room and do everything that you want and need, and probably even deserve, sadly, no, I simply cannot.”

“Yeah, we don't even know each other yet. I suppose we really should get to know each other first. It's getting close to eight, and my aunt said I had to be in by eight, no questions, and even though I know that she won't be there, probably 'til well after I go to bed, and would never know otherwise, I know better than to disobey her, so I gotta get out and head back to my room. I'll be with my grandpa most of the day tomorrow, but I'll be back here tomorrow evening, will you be here as well, I'd really like to talk to you again.”

“Yes, I'm here for another week and a half, so I'll be swimming about the same time tomorrow as well.” I said, even though I should not have.

I should be going and packing up and changing hotels tonight, but fuck me I cannot.

“Good. So, what's your name anyway. My name's Michael, but I go by Mica.”

“I like that, my name's Alexander, but I go by Xander.”

“Wicked, I like that.” He smiled brightly.

“Thanks.”

“See you tomorrow evening then.”

“Okay.”

When Mica stood up, I could see that he too is incredibly happy with our conversation, and he absolutely tried showing it all off to me. His very nice tight shorts hid absolutely nothing, I could even see that his foreskin was pulled back fully and that he is probably a good solid ten centimeters long, which is impressive for a boy of only about ten.

“You like.” He grinned when he saw that I could not tear my eyes away.

“Oh yeah.” I groaned out before I could stop myself.

“Good.”

“My god, how big are you?”

“Nine and a half centimeters long, and almost four around now. I've grown lots in the last year.” He grinned brightly.

“Fuck, how old are you, I thought you were ten, but that's the piece of equipment a twelve year old should have.”

“Just turned eleven.” He smiled brightly at my compliment.

“You really should go, and you better cover up, there's cameras out here.”

“They're just for show. I happen to know this camera, and most of them don't actually work.”

“Figures.”

“I do haveta go, though, so see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

I watched as Mica wrapped a towel around his slim waist, slipped on his flip flops, and then just grabbed his shirt and pants and headed out. I know I really should not, but there is simply no way that I can stand up right now the way I am, and so I push down the front of my shorts, release my pants monster, and stroke only twice, and give the heavily chlorinated hot tub something to clean up. I doubt that this is the first time this hot tub has had to clean that particular product, hence the reason for keeping it so chlorinated. I am not worried about it though. I do feel better now.

As soon as I am soft enough to do so, I climb out of the hot tub, and just as I do so, the jets turn off, which means that Mica and I had been talking for damn near fifteen minutes. I do decide to turn the jets back on though, to ensure that my copious cum load was well cleaned up, no one wants to slip into a hot tub and see that. I damn near laughed.

I grabbed a towel and dried off, slipped on my flip flops, grabbed my shirt, and headed up to my room for a shower and to get dressed. As soon as I was dressed, I went out again. I now desperately want to buy something that I have not even thought about in more years than I care to admit. I have no idea if the sort of store that I want will be open or not, but I will keep searching for as long as I have to, to find what I want. It took nearly an hour to find someone that was open and carried the diapers that I wanted, and I grabbed the largest pack they had, as well as two packs of the diaper doublers that they carried. I also decided to grab Mica some diapers, figuring that he would greatly appreciate them, but only a small pack.

Back when I wore diapers fairly frequently, these were the diapers I liked most of all, and with the doubler in them, they were amazing, and now, I cannot wait until I am so thickly diapered again. Now I wonder how I allowed that to go by the wayside, but I was always so ashamed that someone would find out, that I never dared to wear them out of the house. Then, with working twelve hour days, pretty near seven days a week, for several years, I guess the diaper love just got pushed aside. Now it is slamming into me with the force of a fast moving freight train.

As soon as I made it back to my room, I stripped and diapered myself as quickly as I could get away with, and almost as soon as I was taped up, I let go my aching bladder. I had had to go a little before Mica and I even started talking, and I was going to go to the bathroom when I got out of the hot tub, but clearly that never happened, and now I have just peepeed a super thick baby diaper for the first time in a very long time, and I sighed deeply. I truly missed this.

I sat back for the rest of the evening and played on my computer, did some research as to what I would do tomorrow, played some games, and just killed time. Finally I went to bed, leaving my diaper as is, having only wet it once more since putting it on, so it is still more than thirsty enough anyway, and had a truly amazing sleep.

I had not had even one orgasm in well over a week, and the one that I had had in the hot tub had been amazing, clearly I needed it, as well getting to feel a super thick and thirsty baby diaper wrapped around me again, all caused me to sleep like a log. No, not a baby, have you ever heard of a baby that sleeps through the night and does not move even once. No, me neither. Though I am diapered like a baby, I absolutely slept like a log.

When I woke up, my bladder was aching to pee, so I mentally yelled at it, saying I am wearing a diaper, why didn't you just peepee it while I slept, instead of waking me up so viciously. I wet my diaper with my entire morning load, and sighed deeply, then went back to sleep for another hour or so. I peed again when I did wake up, and then I sat around in just my super soggy baby diaper for well over an hour before I was ready to get dressed to go out for the day.

As I was getting dressed, I had a mental fight with myself. One part of me wanted to wear a diaper for the day, while the other part was calling the other part a retard. I must have stood there having this mental battle for a good ten minutes, before the diaper lover that is starting to manifest fully just killed the other part, and made me diaper myself. I honestly think I just might end up diapered from here on out. It was so nice slipping into a fresh diaper, single this time, and then getting dressed.

Because my clothes have not been bought around wearing a diaper, I had to go through all my clothes to find something that would suffice and not show off the fact that I am rather heavily diapered. At least it is cool and rainy again, so I am able to wear a light jacket that covers it well as well. As soon as I am ready to go, I head out and have breakfast, then head to the mall to go clothes shopping. I grabbed three new pairs of pants, and one pair of shorts, as well as four new shirts that are longer. I also grabbed a belt, but thought that a diaper shirt would be great.

None of the medical stores in the city carry diaper shirts, though, which I find quite odd. Then I decided to check for sex shops, who often carry fetish gear, and as luck would have it, there was one in the seedier part of town, and it had an entire section of the store dedicated to diaper fetish wear. I chose a dozen diaper shirts, they are all really cute, a pair of snap crotch shortalls, and some fetish wear cloth diapers that are so fucking thick it is shocking.

While there, I also grabbed a cock cage catheter that they had, as well as a vibrating butt plug and cock ring combo they had, it looks really awesome, as well a nice vibrating dildo. The guy grinned at my selection, and says that he enjoys all that I am buying, and showed me his diaper shirt. I laughed. For the first time in my life, this does not embarrass me, which I find odd. I had never been able to buy diapers without blushing, and I have never bought sex toys at all, and here I am, doing so happily, with not a care in the world.

As soon as I left there, I rushed back to my hotel room. I desperately want to try on my new clothes, as well my butt plug and cock cage. The problem though, I have to cum massively before I even get the butt plug half way in me. Maybe I should have put the cock cage on first. As soon as I have it in me, and the cock ring in place, I latch on and stroke only twice again, with the vision of Mica in my mind fueling my passions far more than was necessary, I explode so copiously that it shocks me.

I sprayed from my forehead to my groin, the mess is astounding.

I scooped it all up, slurped it all up, and sighed deeply. I then put on the cock cage, which was difficult because I am still a bit hard, lubed up and slipped in the catheter, making sure that I have my fresh diaper underneath me to catch anything that comes out, and then locked it in place. I pulled up and taped closed my fresh diaper, put on a diaper shirt, and then a set of my new clothes. Now, unless you pat my baby bum, you cannot even tell I am rather thickly diapered, it is awesome.

The first thing that I did before even leaving my room was to get as much of a drink as I could take, and then headed out. I want to visit the gardens today, and so I head there, but find the butterfly garden on the way and stop there first. It is a shockingly beautiful place, and all the butterflies are amazing. I spent only an hour and a half there, though, and then headed to the gardens next, and spent a little more than four hours there. I did have lunch there, drank lots to keep on peepeeing my diaper, which is getting seriously soggy, and so I change just after I finish lunch. I dropped my diaper right on the top of the garbage, not caring any at all if anyone sees it, a change from the past, because previously I would have never left such a present anywhere, then again, I never left the house in a diaper either.

By the time I left the gardens, it was already just past dinner time, my diaper is doing well, it has a fair bit of room left in it, and I am getting hungry. I stopped at one of the first restaurants that I passed that looked good, and went and had a good meal, making sure to drink even more. It was a nice relaxed dinner, and by the time I left, my diaper was already starting to get pretty full, but I was hardly worried about it.

I got back to the hotel, and because my super thick baby diaper was not quite full yet, I decided to just play on my computer, after stripping down to said soggy baby diaper of course, and played until I was very nearly leaking. I actually sighed in loss when I pulled out my catheter and cleaned everything up, but I have a date to go swimming this evening, and I did not want to disappoint Mica. Hell, I do not want to disappoint myself. I slipped into my swim shorts, put my tee shirt back on, and slipped into my flip flops for the walk to the pool, then headed out, making sure to grab my key card as I went.

When I arrived, I was still alone, but that is okay, I will wait as long as I have to for Mica. I know that he has to be in by eight, it is just after six, so that leaves plenty of time. I started doing laps in the pool to get a good workout going, and only had to wait not even ten minutes for Mica to show up.

“Hi Xander.” He happily called out as soon as he came in.

“Hi Mica. It's good to see you again.” I said just as happily, excited to see him once more, my dick going damn near impossibly hard in barely a heartbeat.

“Wanna come sit in the hot tub with me?”

“Not yet, come jump in the pool and do some swimming first, then we can.”

“Okay.” He said, shrugging his toned shoulders, he had just slipped off his shirt, to show off his incredible body.

Mica hopped in the pool, and yes, he too was hard, I could see him very clearly poking out the front of his shorts, but because they are dry this time, they are not hugging his lithe young Adonis body, showing off his young member in absolute perfection, yet. I am certain that I will soon get to witness that once more.

I do have to note that I now seem to have considerable more drag as I attempt to swim, but just chuckled to myself and start swimming laps again, and Mica joins me in doing so. We only swim for maybe twenty minutes more before I feel that I have done more than enough, and truly, I wish to go sit in the hot tub once more with the amazingly well spoken young man who has captured my heart. I tell Mica that I am ready to go to the hot tub again, and he grins and hops out and leads the way, turning on the jets as he passes.

“So, guess what I did last night after I left here?” I said to Mica as soon as we were seated.

“What?”

“I realized as we were speaking that I truly missed wearing diapers, and so I went and bought myself some super thick baby diapers, as well as baby diaper doublers.”

“Nice, I bet you look smokin' hot in just a soggy baby diaper. I hope you bought tape on baby diapers.”

“Thanks, and of course.”

“Nice. Wish I could get some for myself.”

“I bought you some.”

“You did. Does that mean you wanna diaper fuck me, most of the boys who wanna diaper fuck me, say so by buying me ultra thick baby diapers?”

“Oh god, so much, but sadly I must say no. I simply bought them for an amazing baby boy who deserves his nice thick baby diapers.”

“Ah nuts.”

“I know. And guess what I bought this morning?” I said, and no, I have no idea why I am telling him this.

“What?”

“A cock cage catheter, as well as a butt plug and cock ring, vibrating of course.”

“Fuck, I've wanted that sorta thing for as long as I can remember. Did you buy me some as well.”

“Sadly no, they didn't have anything that'd fit you anyway, sorry, and besides, I'm reasonably certain that buying things like that for kids is kinda frowned upon.”

“Certainly not by me, and I don't give a fuck about anyone else.”

“I know, but I really don't have any interest in going to jail, sorry.”

“I know. Still want you to diaper fuck me raw though.”

“I know. So, how was your visit with your grandpa today?”

“Really nice. He took me to the park, and we went to the petting zoo there for a while, then just strolled around the park, had lunch, sat back and relaxed, talked lots, and at one time I asked his nurse to leave us, so that we could talk in private. She went as far away as she could, without completely leaving him, but wouldn't be able to hear us. I told him that my aunt's getting worse, and he asked me what I want for him to do about it, there's no one else that can care for me.

“I asked him how hard would it be to transfer me to someone elses care if I found someone that actually wanted me for more than a paycheck, and he said that since he has full authority to place me in anyone's care, that it'd be pretty simple.”

“You didn't do what I think you did, did you?”

“Probably.” He grinned. “I asked him if we needed to go through the courts or anything, and he said no, and asked why. I told him that I've met someone who's like me, and doesn't hate me for who and what I am. He asked me if you were a gay baby boy diaper lover as well. Clearly he knows this about me, but he knew about both my parents, and while he's not gay, he's not actually straight either, and he too needs and loves diapers. Apparently my grandma was the same as well.”

“I hope you haven't set any wheels in motion yet Mica, I'm not ready for kids, even one so amazing as you.” I said, nearly throwing up.

“I know, and no, not yet, but I wanna. Look, I know you're scared, and I know that you've never even thought of having kids, but I'm not like most kids.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You have no idea. Look, I'm eleven, right, which means I'm supposed to be in grade six, but I'm not. Nowhere near close in fact.”

“Why?”

“I'm gonna start grade eleven next year, but I plan to do both grades eleven and twelve in the same year. I hate telling people this, because if you think people treat me bad for being gay, or wetting my pants, it's absolutely nothing like how they tease me for being a freak. The only reason I still go to school at all, is because my aunt point blank refuses to allow me to do my schooling at home. She sleeps during the day, you see, and I can't be there to interrupt her. Like I make any fucking noise when I'm there anyway.

“Clearly I'm smart, yet I'm not exactly people smart. Sure, I know several boys, and we have loads of fun, and I mean that in the most naughty way possible by the way, but other than being gay baby boy diaper lovers, and loving hot gay baby diaper sex, we really have nothing in common. To them, it's only about the sex, but I want more. I want someone to love, but when I talk to them, I make them uncomfortable. I sound too smart, I sound like an adult, and it strains our relations. So, I try not to even talk around them. I don't feel that way around you though, I can talk to you, you talk to me, listen to me, make me feel normal.

“What this means, of course, because I'm sure you understand where I'm going with this, is that even though I'm technically a kid by numbers, I'm far older than merely eleven, and I can look after myself. Hell, I have been since I was six really. My aunt's never cared about leaving me to fend for myself for hours at a time. I was smart enough, so what difference did it make. Of course, I always called over a friend or two, and we played, so I wasn't always by myself, but still, most of the time I was.

“I don't really want or need a daddy, though I wouldn't mind one either, all I really need is someone that I care about, there with me, so that I don't always feel so alone. I can be surrounded by a dozen or more people, but I always feel so alone, because no one ever really wants to talk to me. Even in high school, next to no one ever even talks to me, I make the other students uncomfortable, I still sound too smart for them, and while I do talk to the teachers, it's not much. Not sure what'll happen when I go to university, if I bother to go, I'm pretty sure that I'll just be completely ostracized there too.”

“Oh Mica, I'm sorry, I knew you were smart, but that much, I never imagined. No wonder you look so alone. I know how you feel though, I went through much the same thing, though I never allowed myself to skip ahead in school. I was definitely not ready for that, I would've shut down. Didn't stop me from being alienated anyway, but I'm sure it would've been worse had I have skipped.”

“Yeah, not sure which is worse, to tell you the truth. It was bad before I skipped, but has it gotten worse, not really. Now I just get it from older people, who really should know better.”

“Yeah, right.” I snorted.

“Exactly. So, I asked my grandpa to come here tomorrow and meet you anyway, so he's gonna come at about nine tomorrow morning.”

“Without even asking me first.”

“I knew what your answer was gonna be, I knew you'd say no, but I just want the two of you to meet at any rate. I really truly wanna win you over and have you take me in.”

“Oh Mica, I just don't know.”

“I know. It'll be okay though.”

“What about my business though, I can't just drop half my business to raise a kid.”

“You wouldn't haveta raise me, remember.”

“Yeah, but I also wouldn't feel right bringing you to live with me, and then practically ignoring you, almost never seeing you. How would that be any better than what you have now?”

“Fair enough. At least when you are home, I'll know you want me around.”

“But, that's the thing, I'm almost never home. Most days I get up and go to work, then I come home and go to sleep. I'm at home at most two hours per day that I'm awake. My nearly every waking hour is there.”

“Oh. What do you do?”

“I own and operate one of the cities largest cabinet making companies. I almost never touch the tools any more, I'm too busy managing everyone and all my jobs. I have twenty five employees now, and on average fifty jobs on the go at any given time. It's a massive juggling act at all times, if I lose focus for just one second, productivity goes down the shitter, and I'm playing catch up and get even less rest. It was already hard enough taking two weeks off to come for a vacation, but I was getting burnt out, I knew it, and I knew that if I didn't take some time off, that I was gonna crumble, and that that'd do no good. I've got good people working for me, sure, and they know what to do, but for more than two weeks, there's no way that I can leave them for that long. They don't get paid enough to handle that kinda stress. Granted, some days I don't think I do either.”

“Wow, no wonder you looked so alone as well. You work more than my grandpa does, and he has more than a dozen businesses.”

“Yeah, I probably work too much, but I don't have a management staff, and finding anyone is near on impossible.”

“That's too bad. I still want you to meet my grandpa, you guys are a lot alike, so I think you'll get along.”

“Not sure what good it'll do you.”

“Maybe none at all, maybe everything.” He shrugged. “I'd also love to move back here where I was born, but my aunt refuses to do so.”

“Yeah, well, I can't exactly do that either.”

“I know. Which is too bad.”

We ended up sitting there and talking for as long as we had available to us, one of us hopping out to turn the jets back on every time they shut off. Thankfully the hot tub is not so hot that we were in danger of over heating, in fact, it was rather warm really.

When Mica had to go, we both hopped out at the same time, and dried off and just wrapped our towels around us.

“Can I come get the diapers that you bought for me please?”

“Sure, and I have them in a bag already that can't be seen through, so nice and private. I trust you have a good place to hide them?”

“Yes. I have my own bedroom, we always get the only two bedroom suite, so no nosy visitors in my room.”

“Good.”

We headed to my room first, and went in. I grabbed the bag with Mica's diapers, and passed it to him. He took it with visibly shaking hands, and looked inside expectantly.

“Oh, you got the really good baby diapers. I love these ones. They're my favorite.”

“Yeah, mine too. These are the same ones I wear too.”

“Fuck, I wish we could change each other, but then I'd never get back to my room in time, for like a whole week.” He giggled quite cutely.

“Again, sadly, no.” I had to laugh as well.

“Yeah, I know. I really do haveta go. We'll meet you here tomorrow morning, please don't leave before then, I really wanna talk with my grandpa.”

“Okay, I promise.” I said, though everything in me is telling me that I should pack up tonight and leave.

I just cannot do that to Mica though. I still cannot take him in, mind you, but if we can stay friends, then that might help, some. I know it is not what he wants, and truth be told, it is not really what I want either. I cannot abandon everything that I have worked so hard for though. Could I. If I had to make the choice between that and Mica, would I make the right decision.

I thought all this as I slipped my butt plug back inside myself, jacking off as I did so, envisioning Mica in his glorious diapers, and exploded another fantastic orgasm. I slurped it all up, slipped into my cock cage and catheter, then promptly peepeed my diaper, of course I had to aim myself down and into my diaper, so that I did not make a mess of the bed, and then I taped up with a diaper doubler inside it. I had a nice big drink, then sat and watched TV for a while before going to bed.