Chapter 5

I woke first this morning, Mica still cuddled right into me how I remember falling asleep. I started tickling his back softly as I lay there, basking in the glow of our love for each other. I love the angelic look on his face as he sleeps, even more angelic than when he is awake, and that is saying a lot. A soft smile on Mica's lips, as I softly caress his back, says that he loves this feeling, even in his sleep. Not even five minutes after I woke up, Mica starts waking up as well, and when he does, he opens his eyes, smiles brightly to me, and leans in the last centimeter or so and presses his soft sensuous lips to mine, and kisses me deeply.

Who am I to complain, I pull Mica to me even more, and kiss him even deeper. For easily ten minutes we kissed as the lovers we are.

“Mmmm, good morning Baby.” Mica sighs deeply as I let go.

“And good morning to you too Baby. I love you so much. Last night was absolutely amazing. I can't even begin to say how I feel about last night and how I feel for you.”

“I love you so much as well, and I'm glad you can't, because neither can I, and that says far more than anything else.”

“Mmmhmm, that it does Baby. Shall we get up and go get some breakfast?”

“Okay, but only after another kiss.”

“Oh, okay, if you insist.” I mock moaned.

“Oh, I do.” He giggled, and then pressed his lips to mine again, and we kissed lovingly for another five or ten minutes.

After breakfast is done and cleaned up, we decide to go swimming, and because our double thick diapers are already super soggy, we see no reason not to. We head to our room to remove each others diapers and catheters, and clean each other up so that we do not get a bunch of baby lotion and cream in the pool, and then walk naked all the way to the pool, holding hands as we do so, as we often do.

We dove in, and I have to admit, the temperature is absolutely perfect. We swam for a good hour, working hard, switching forms to work all our muscles, and we enjoyed ourselves as well. We even tried the slides and the diving boards once we were finished our exercises, and played for almost half an hour there. We went and slipped into the hot tub and the water is quite hot, but feels spectacular on our now nice sore muscles. We each took a lounger, and barely talked as we soaked.

We hit the sauna, then the steam room, and dove back into the pool to cool down and close our pores, before finally getting out and getting cleaned and dried.

“That was so nice, getting to swim naked like that.” Mica said as we were walking back to our bedroom to get diapered and dressed for the day.

“Yeah, it was. I've never been able to before.”

“Me neither, though I probably did when I was young. Granted, I think I wore diapers full time 'til I was almost five, I remember Grandpa saying that I was hard to potty train because of my bladder problems, so maybe I wore swim diapers. Then again, they don't help with pee, only poop, and I know Grandpa told me I was pooping on the potty fully by the time I was three.”

“Hard to say.”

“Yeah, but I still wanna find really cute and babyish swim diapers for us, just because it'd be hot and oh so babyish.”

“Let's look once we're diapered and dressed Baby.”

“Okay.” He said brightly.

We slipped our cages and catheters back onto and into each other, then diapered each other in just one diaper this time, and finally dressed each other. We will be going out soon, so we may as well.

Mica grabbed his computer, since it was closest, and we surfed the web for a while, looking for what we wanted. We found some, just not disposable ones, they are hot, and so we each ordered two of them, as well as a few other awesome baby accessories, more diapers and doublers, and then paid for the order and had it ship out.

We need more groceries and supplies, and head out to do so, and are back home barely two hours later, and I honestly think that half that time was spent in traffic, and here I thought Vancouver was nuts to traverse.

As soon as we got home we stripped down to our diapers and got everything put away. I then grabbed my computer and got it set up. I took a whole bunch of pictures of the entire kitchen area, took all the measurements, and then sat down and started entering all that data into the computer. Mica watched as I did so, but eventually it was getting close to lunch time, and he said that he would go ahead and make it. I let him go, since I still have more work that needs to be done before I need his help for designing. As he stood at the stove stirring something, I could hear him humming and singing something quietly to himself, but not what. It sounded as if he kept repeating it though, and that got me curious, so I snuck up and closer to hear him. I only caught the last couple words of what he was singing, 'orgy at the zoo', and that piqued my interest, and stood and listened.

Fuck fuck fuck a Duck

Screw a Kangaroo

Fingerbang an Orangutan

It's an orgy at the zoo.

I admit, I burst out laughing.

“What?” Mica turned and saw me and giggled.

“I could hear you humming and singing to yourself, but not what, so I crept closer. I haven't heard that song since I was in school. Fuck, I think the first time we sang it I was in grade six.”

“Think the first time I heard it I was in grade four.” He giggled.

“That's too funny, the naughty songs truly never die, they just keep going. So, what are you making anyway?”

“No kidding, never knew it was older than you. As for what I'm making, just a simple sauce to go over stir fried veggies and wild rice.”

“Okay, sounds good Baby, don't let me stop you.”

I went back to my work as Mica went back to his, and about half an hour later, we were eating. I have never eaten wild rice before, but it is not too bad. Different to be certain, but not bad. The sauce that Mica made though was excellent. Just a hint of sweet and sour, a good hit of spice without being overpowering, and a really nice depth that brought everything together nicely.

As soon as we were done lunch, we sat back down, and Mica and I started going over everything in the kitchen to see what we both wanted and or liked. I have thousands upon thousands of styles and colours and everything like that available in my computer, and I have it all sorted so to make it easy. I would show Mica a few things, and have him pick something, then a few more, and have him pick something, until we had a good list of things. I then input everything in, and started showing Mica pictures of our kitchen in the various styles that he had chosen. Of course, I already went through and changed everything around to make it flow much better. Mica had told me to do this, since he had no idea what would or would not make sense anyway, and I am really rather good at it by now.

Mica vetoed a few different things in this manner, but was still left with three choices that he really liked. I myself liked only two of them, and told Mica this. I told him that he got to pick between them. He asked to see it in a couple different colours and styles of wood, and this is easy to do, so I went through both in a few other options, and that made it easy, he picked walnut in a shaker style. I admit, that will look great. We then picked out counter top colours and styles, my company does not do these in house, I sub contract to a stone fitter for this, but I have all his samples saved to my computer as well. With that, we then picked out a really nice back splash tile, which I just order in as needed, and again, I have thousands of colours and styles to choose from.

It makes it super easy with the program that I run to do all this, because we can easily switch colours and styles of things, and see a very good representation of what we will get. It is not always absolutely perfect, but usually so damn close it is truly scary a computer can do it.

“Wow, that looks so amazing. How long will it take them to make everything then?”

“One to two weeks. The problem though, is that the counter fitters I use can't come and measure it all up 'til the cabinets are all in and installed, and it'd be borderline stupid to order them from plans like this, because often during installation things end up changing slightly, and they always run at least two weeks from the time they're called in to measure up, to the time they come and install it all. It's not a huge deal, I prefer to put our counters on a good plywood base anyway, that's what I recommend to all our installers, so we'll just have a super pretty plywood counter for a couple weeks.”

“That's not really a big deal anyway. Can you send in the order right now, and get them to order all the tiles for us?”

“Absolutely Baby.”

Again, the program I use can automatically turn my three dimensional drawings into full plans, so I did that, then sent it off in an email, telling my general manager to get it all done and ordered up for me.

“So, who'll do the install for us then?” Mica asked.

“You and me Baby.”

“Mmm, not so sure about that, I've never really done anything like that before.”

“Well, now's as good a time as any, don't you think. If your mom were still alive, do you honestly think that she wouldn't have had you out in the shop learning everything already?”

“No, she would've, Grandpa told me that.” He shrugged.

“Exactly. So, you can learn with me instead. Remember, all those tools out in the shop are yours by rights. Sure, I'll happily put them to good use, but you really should be out there learning them as well, and I'd love to work with you too.”

“Okay, I think I'd like that.”

For the rest of the afternoon, we went and sat back and relaxed in the library and read. We had some nice soothing classical music playing in the background, and I was reading a most excellent sci-fi book. Mica was reading a really good magical renaissance era fiction, which I will read next once he is done with it. He says we should trade, I think we will.

After dinner we sat back and watched a movie, and when it was bedtime, we changed each other, but only after releasing each other from our prisons and sucking each other to a pair of very good baby boygasms. We caged and catheterized each other, then double diapered each other, got a couple really nice big glasses of water before bed, and then curled up and had a very good sleep.

The next several days went really well. Mica would do a little school work every morning after we had a really good swim, we are sucking each other pretty much at least once per day, though we have sucked each other twice a day a few times too, which neither of us will complain about any time soon, like in the next couple thousand years or so.

I have had Mica out in the shop with me, teaching him several things, and he is a very quick study, because he has taken to it like he seems to everything else. We have invited Grandpa over for dinner a few more times, and he always comes and we have a really good evening. We have even enjoyed the games room a fair bit, even with Grandpa a couple times.

My general manager has been keeping me up to date on our new kitchen, and when he said that they are just a few days out, Mica and I started to demolish the old kitchen. It will be a little while of either eating out, or having more simple meals that require little to no cooking, but that is okay as well. We did buy a small two burner hot plate, and there is already a decent toaster oven, and we can still use the fridge, we had just moved it all into the dining room for now. It is not much, but for the two of us, it is plenty.

Mica did enjoy the demolition part of the job, said it was quite fun. I have to admit, I enjoyed myself as well. We did have to be careful to not damage the floors or the walls, since we are not actually changing any of them. I redesigned the entire kitchen using the exact same footprint, except I switched nearly everything around, added more where I could, and made the entire thing much more functional. I would normally remove the cabinets more gently and donate them, but this kitchen is simply too old to do that with, and while it is still in reasonable condition, I do not think it was in good enough condition to last anyone more than just a few more years anyway, so there was no point. They also did not come out very nicely either, and in most cases, to get them out, we had to break them out.

We repaired any and all damage, repainted everything so that it was ready, and finally it was all delivered. As soon as the delivery truck left, I called the appliance company that Grandpa had recommended and told them to go ahead and bring everything that we had ordered in a couple days. We got everything installed, only took the two of us three days. The only reason it took so long, is because I am doing it myself with a very young helper who I am teaching everything to. I probably could have gotten it done in one and a half myself, but it is not like we do not have the time, and we never worked hard at it either.

As soon as we were ready for them, I called the counter company to come over, of course they already have me penciled in, they were just waiting for me to be ready, and because these are the guys my company uses, they are being really flexible with me, and are coming to me, even though they do not normally come to the island, but like I said, I have given them more than enough business, and will do far more so in the future. The owner admitted that he already has three of my jobs on the go at the moment, whereas normally he only has one, maybe two at a time, and has a further six that are pending.

I had received that news already, so this does not surprise me, but it is certainly good news, because the smallest of the pending orders is a seventy five thousand dollar kitchen, the biggest is my biggest ever, but does include a full walk in perfectly chilled wine room, a massive butlers pantry, and something like sixty drawers in the kitchen. That bad boy is coming in at damn near five hundred thousand by the time all is said and done. From what I understand, though, the house that they're having built is somewhere around five million dollars though, so this is in line.

The next day, the owner of the counter company himself came and measured up, and we caught up on things, and told me how impressed he was by my new sales people and how the guys are handling things, and congratulated me on doing near on exactly what he does himself, he almost never goes in any more he says, he just has good guys, and lets them do all the work, and he only comes and does stuff like this occasionally when they are too busy, which he says that they are right now.

He had us our new counters, and the three installers, in only six days, so that is amazing, and they were gone by the end of the day. The kitchen now looks like it should have in the first place.

Of course we put every amazing feature into it that we possibly could, so now, not only does it look great, but it functions properly as well. There is next to no wasted space, every bit of space we could utilize, we did, that is something my company has always specialized in.

Almost as soon as the guys were gone, Mica started cooking dinner. He had called and invited Grandpa over for dinner, to come and see the new kitchen, and he happily agreed. Of course I helped Mica to cook, even though he loves to cook, I never expect him to do it all, and I enjoy working with him anyway.

“Wow, would you look at this. Now this is a kitchen, and damn near the same as the drawings your mom had for what she wanted to do in here.” Grandpa said in way of greeting, he had not even knocked, just came in and greeted us in the kitchen.

“Really, that's great, I'm glad that we could make her kitchen for her then.” Mica smiled brightly, then went and hugged Grandpa tightly.

They both patted each others soggy diapered bums.

“Your guys do good work.” Grandpa said to me as soon as he let Mica go and had taken a quick look at the quality.

“Thanks. Only the very best in materials and workmanship, never cheap shit, and always properly and functionally designed. This kitchen would've been about a hundred thousand dollars with everything, if I had've quoted it out, but that includes the appliances and counters, as well as back splash.”

“Considering the size, and what all you get for it, I'd say that's actually quite reasonable. What are you using for back splashes though, they're not done yet?”

“Here, I'll show you.” I said and went and grabbed a box of the tiles and showed him.

“Ooh, these are nice. They're really gonna set everything else off perfectly.”

“Thanks, that's what we thought as well.”

“I think my kitchen needs to be redone, hows about you come and design it for me as well. I'll get someone else to come and do all the actual work though, you don't needta do that as well.”

“Nonsense, we'd loveta do it all, wouldn't we Baby.”

“Sure, I actually enjoyed it.” Mica smiled.

“Okay, that's fine with me as well.”

We sat down and ate a damn good dinner, we laughed and talked the entire time, and stayed talking for a good couple hours afterward as well, until Grandpa admitted that he was getting a little tired and should be heading home.

“Well Baby, my double thick baby diaper's about to explode, and so is my little gay baby cock. I'd really like to start fingering each other, I want you to fuck me soon, actually no, I don't want you to fuck me, I want you to make sweet gay baby diaper love to me, and then I wanna make sweet gay baby diaper love to you.”

“I think I'm finally ready for that as well, but we both know that we don't haveta start preparing each other, we both know that you can take me, and that I can certainly take you.”

“I know, but I know you still wanna go slow though, and really, we should, just really learn each other inside and out, learn all that makes us purr.”

“Fair enough, and true enough too. Well, let's go to bed Baby, we have some learning to do.” I said, and if it were not for the cock cage holding me in, I think I would have just burst out the front of my seriously soggy double diaper.

When we made it to our bedroom, we stripped each other of all our clothes, then while kissing sensuously, standing right in the middle of the bedroom floor, damn near dancing even, we reached into each others super soggy baby diapers and relieved each other of our cages and catheters. Our hands never truly left our diapers though, because we are still holding each others dicks and or balls, touching, caressing, going back and forth. We had only slipped out the once to drop our cages and catheters, and then we were right back where we belonged. In the small part of my brain that was still aware, I realized we would now have to sterilize our catheters even more than we normally do, but that is okay.

Eventually we made it to the bed, we had pretty much danced and swayed our way there, and when we climbed in, I found that Mica wanted us to go together at the same time, because he crawled in facing my diaper, and his facing me. Well, who would complain about that. Who could complain about that. Not me, that is for damned sure.

We lowered the fronts of each others soggy diapers at the same time, sucked each other in slowly, and since I was able to do so, I reached out and grabbed the lube and opened it up. I got two fingers well coated, and then passed the lube to Mica, who happily received it and did the same thing. I waited until he was ready, so that we could go together into the realms that we are about to explore. I want for us to go together.

Sure, I have played with myself, I have even watched as Mica played with himself as I did so, that is actually really hot, but never before have we ventured into each others bums in the way that we are about to. Of course we have cleaned each other well, even rubbed more baby lotion and diaper rash cream onto each other than was strictly needed, and that was always enjoyable, but never before have we actually entered each other.

Well, I am about to enter my baby as he does the same for me.

We started by only stroking each others ass lips, lubing them up, tickling them to open them, and the soft whimpering sighs that escape Mica's amazing mouth as he is sucking me feel so good while wrapped around my dick. I can only assume that the sounds I am making feel equally as good to Mica. I sure hope so.

We kept this up for only a few minutes, before I finally started slipping two of my fingers inside my baby boy. I know Mica can take far more than that, the size of the toys that I have witnessed him using are a testament to that, and one finger would not have even registered I felt. He sighed even deeper, as if I was doing the one thing that he needed above all else. Then again, he has admitted to me several times that he has always felt better when his baby bum hole is being filled up.

Then I too sighed even deeper as he slipped three of his slender fingers deep inside me. I too can take far more than just one of his fingers, and I guess he felt that three was the right number, and I am not complaining. My god, it feels so good.

Sadly, seconds later, I started cumming, and then so did Mica, so we barely got to enjoy.

We did not even fathom stopping though, not even for a split second did we think about it, we just rode the waves of our orgasms, Mica sucking down all the seed that I sprayed, and just continued right on going. We sucked and fingered slowly, barely changing our pace at all from start to finish, we did not increase how much we gave to each other, we just enjoyed all that we are currently feeling.

Just like this, we managed to cum a further three times. Just as I finished cumming for my fourth time though, I went soft in Mica's wonderful mouth, and our fun times are over. As much as I wish that we could keep on going, sadly I am damn near passing out now. I am not even certain I had anything to offer to Mica on my last cum, and would be shocked if I did, considering how the first three felt.

Mica disengaged with me, spun around so that he is facing me, and then pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply, tenderly, lovingly, and showed me in that kiss just how good I made him feel. I hope that I am doing the same for him, because he made me feel spectacular.

“Mmmm, Baby, my god, you're amazing.” I whispered softly as we broke our kiss.

“And here I thought you were the amazing one.” He whispered back to me.

“Let's just say it was amazing and leave it at that, shall we.”

“Mmmhmm. We needta change our soggy baby diapers and get to sleep, I'm gonna pass out soon.”

“Me too Baby, I feel like I've been sucked of all my energy.”

“Nope, just cum, but I drained you totally.” He giggled.

“That I don't doubt at all.”

We changed each other, double diapering each other again, and then curled up and went to sleep.

When we got up in the morning, we found our cock cages and catheters still on the floor where we had dropped them last night during our play time, so grabbed them and took them and cleaned them well, and then sterilized them. We went for a good morning swim, then came back and diapered each other for the day. Mica did what little schoolwork that he needed to do, and then we went for a walk on the beach, wanting to hold hands as we did, but knowing that we really cannot.

Over the next couple days, we got our back splash tiled and grouted, and then the kitchen was done, and it looks even better yet. The next day we went to Grandpa's house, which is a nice two story Greek Revival style in the downtown area on the hill overlooking the ocean. He actually has stunning views. He is also not that far from one of the local castles. Mica and I helped Grandpa to design his new kitchen, found out everything he wanted, and what all he wanted changed. He left a lot of it up to me though, since I am the expert apparently. I told him what I would do if it were my place, and he loved all those ideas, added a few more, and then chose what he wanted for colours and styles of everything. I took lots of pictures before starting, and as we went, I had no problems changing everything so that it looked right, and finally he made up his mind.

I emailed the order in, and of course Grandpa said that he would pay for it all, but I told him he is not paying for the installation, other than the stone then. He begrudgingly accepted that. After what all he did for me, it is only right. We had a good visit, and then Mica and I headed out. We decided to go and walk downtown, since it was a pretty nice day out, and neither of us have ever really done that. I think I did when I was a kid, but when I came here for vacation, I had not yet done that, so now is as good a time as any I felt.

As we were walking past the Parliament buildings, we saw a group of people gathered and someone was speaking, but we could not hear what was being said. Now, as much as I love the look of the parliament buildings, I have no interest in going in them, so I just look at them from afar. As we were walking closer, as we were passing, we happened to hear something that caused Mica to stop in his tracks.

“Did she just say what I think she said?” He growled.

“I think so, but calm down Baby, she's just a bitter uneducated woman.”

“But she said that gays are what's wrong with this world, and that if we were gone, that the world would be perfect.”

“And to her, that may be true. Of course, we know it's not. She's allowed to speak her mind. It may not be right, but there's nothing you or I can do about it.”

“Oh yes I can.” He said, and then started marching right over there, and even though I tried to grab his hand to pull him back, he kept shaking me off.

“Pardon me my good lady, but I couldn't help but hear some of what you were saying.”

“Excellent, a young man who agrees.”

“Far from it in fact, but I would love to stand here and have a debate with you.” He said far too sweetly.

I stood off to the side, I could do nothing now.

“Far from what my dear. You can't possibly believe that gays should be allowed to get married or raise children, or that they shouldn't all be jailed as abominations to this world.”

“Actually, I do believe all that. And what I also believe, is that you are an uneducated disgrace of a human being.”

“You can't say that about me.”

“And yet you can say that about me. I am gay, happy, and proud to be so, my grandpa and father are both very happy with who and what I am, and I have been taught my whole life that no one should put down others. Now, would you like to debate me right now?”

“You're much too young, you clearly have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Then debate me.”

“I don't know what you mean?”

“I have no doubts there. Okay, I'll start. What makes you believe that gays are what's wrong with this world today?”

“It's unholy what they do, the bible says that it is an abomination.”

“Okay, so you believe every word that the bible says as true then.”

“Yes, of course. What is written is truth.”

“Your version, clearly, but not the right one. Okay, are you divorced, I see that you wear no wedding ring, yet I can see the mark where one used to sit?”

“Just recently.” She said, looking to her ring finger, clearly unnerved that he had noticed.

“I see. And doesn't your bible also have something to say about that. Also, doesn't your bible also have a lot to say about clothing, aren't you supposed to look respectable and not all adorned in gaudy jewels. I believe that there's also something in there about tattoos, I can see at least two on you. Also, very much according to the bible, the woman must defer to her husband, that she is nothing but his subject. Not necessarily in those exact words, but you get the gist of it I believe. I'm also willing to bet you weren't pure and virginal when you were married. So, tell me this, if you hold true to one part of the bible, why do you not hold true to all parts. Isn't that being hypocritical?”

“Some parts of the bible have been adjusted to allow for today's ways of thinking, and now divorce and jewels and tattoos are allowed.” She said smugly.

“Ah, but us poor gays should all be locked up in jail and left to rot because we're not real people, is that what you're saying.”

“Yes, I'm glad you understand.” She said happily.

“You wanna know what's really ruining this planet?”

“Gays, I thought you understood?”

“Wow, you really are dense. No, you demonic moron. It's bible thumping, uneducated people like you, that aren't smart enough to understand that no matter our differences, we truly are all the same. Well, that and pure greed. Your bible does say a few things I agree with, and that's love for thy neighbor, and what that is supposed to mean is love everyone as you love yourself. But, then you all take every negative thing, and twist it and turn it and make it into pure hatred for everyone you hate and or don't understand, and that, my dear, is what's really ruining this planet. No, it's not us gays, it's organized religion. Ban that useless nonsense, and the world would be a better place.”

“How dare you insult me, you useless little piece of shit gay freak.” She said vehemently.

“You fired the first shot, I thought it was only fair.” He smiled serenely at her.

“You're a horrible disease on the planet.”

“No, you've got a horrible disease. I'm gay, and I'm proud of it, there's nothing at all that can cure being gay. You, on the other hand are fat; horribly, disturbingly, disgustingly fat, not to mention disturbingly stupid. You've got more chins than a Chinese phone book, and more rolls than a bakery. Of the two of us, you're the only one that could possibly fix their problems. Now, sadly, as much as I'd loveta sue you for hate crimes, you're not worth any more of my time, so, good day to you.”

“You can't leave, I have far more to say to you.” She said, looking especially pissed off, and the way that she said it, it sounded as if there would be no talking, only horrific beating.

“I said good day to you.” He smiled brightly, and turned his back on her and left her standing there, gaping like a fish.

He walked right past me, and led the way. I had to jog to catch up by the time I realized what had just transpired.

“That was interesting.” I said.

“It was fun, actually.”

“You realize there were TV cameras there.”

“Yes.”

“Your little tirade will likely end up on the news you know.”

“Good. More people need to hear it.”

“Did you intend to let the entire world know you were gay.”

“If they don't already know it as soon as they meet me, they're not paying attention.”

“Fair enough. I love how you slammed her in the face with her own bible.”

“I would've loved to have done so physically as well, to tell you the truth. What garbage she was spewing.”

“No, that wasn't garbage, that was pure toxic waste.”

“You're definitely not wrong.”

Just then, a brightly smiling young man of about twelve or thirteen came running up to us. He is very good looking, damn near as good looking as Mica is, and he is hard to beat, at least in my eyes. The young man is tall and trim, he has the tiniest hint of a dark mustache already starting to show, he has dark brown hair, shaved on the sides and left long and curly on the top. He has big bright brown eyes, braces on slightly crooked teeth, big bushy eyebrows, and nice full lips. He is wearing shorts and a tank top, since it is quite nice out, and we can see that he really has very little muscle definition to himself.

“Hi there.” He said brightly.

“Hi.” We both said.

“I saw what you did up there on stage, that was brave.”

“That wasn't bravery, that was pure anger. I wanted to take that hideous beasts bible and beat her with it.” Mica said happily.

“Yeah, know how you feel, I've wanted to do that to her for at least the past five years.”

“That's your mother.”

“Yep, dear old mom. Real piece of work, huh.”

“Clearly she doesn't know about you yet.”

“Hell no, I'll never tell her either. I'm only just biding my time 'til I can be shot of her completely, but honestly, she doesn't allow me any freedom either. I'm certain she suspects certain things, which is why she drags me to these meets, so I can see how real people do things.”

“I hope you saw.”

“Oh yeah. You're not the first, but you were the youngest, and you're the only one to truly knock her down a peg or two.”

“What about your dad?”

“She drove him to drink, he promised to get himself sober and that I could come live with him, but I know my mom'll never let me. Of course, I won't necessarily give her a choice. I'll tell her flat out that I don't wanna live with her, but my dad says he's not ready yet. He's apologized to me, said he should've been man enough to tell the bitch where to go and how to get there years ago, and taken me, so that I didn't haveta live with her, but instead he turned to drinking to drown her out. Personally, and I even told him this, I think he should've just killed her when he realized it, and with good behavior he'd already be outta jail. He did burst out laughing, and admitted that that was one of the reasons he started drinking, because he seriously thought about it.”

“Yikes, poor guy. Clearly he's already quit?”

“Yeah, he did the same day he told her he was leaving her, said he couldn't live with her any more. Oh she yelled, called him so many horrible things, most of them simply not true, she was so controlling, is really. God, some days I feel like I'm living in a jail with how controlling she is. Just coming and talking to you without telling her where I was going will likely earn me at least two weeks worth of grounding. Like it matters anyway, grounded or not, I still have little to no real freedom. With summer break starting up here now, I probably won't even get to see another human for the next two months, unless it drags me to another meeting. And yes, I did mean that, she's not human. No real person would do what she does.”

“Wow, you needta go live with your dad, like right now. And here I thought my aunt was hard on me.”

“Wish I could, but I can't. He doesn't have a place to live yet, he's staying at a friends place. He quite literally has nothing, and he says it'll be months before he can afford to get a place for the two of us.”

“That's too bad. Does he know about your preferences?”

“Yes, he told me that's the biggest reason he finally grew a pair and told her that he was leaving her. She may not see it fully, but he has for a couple years already. He says it's poisonous for me to live there, and he'll do everything in his power to ensure it's not for much longer.”

“That's good. Here's my card, the phone number's wrong, it's my old number, but that's my email address. If your mother allows you computer access, email from a secured email program and keep in touch, okay.”

“Okay, I'd really like that.”

“Hey, what's your name, I'm Mica, though Michael's my real name, and this is Alexander, he's adopted me, but he goes by Xander.”

“Good to meet you. I'm Ash.”

“As in Ashton I assume.”

“Nope.” He grinned. “Adrian Shawn Hanson.”

“Ah, I get it, cool. I like that though.”

“Thanks, I like you guys' names too, they're nice. Well, I better get going and make up some sorta excuse for why I disappeared. Maybe I'll tell her I hadta go for a soggy diaper change.” He grinned brightly while looking pointedly to our mid sections.

“Cool, you wear too?”

“Yeah, and it looks like you could stand to go for a soggy baby bum change too. You're getting a little full, and those of us who know what to look for can spot it.”

“Nice, you must not be very soggy yet, because I can just barely tell.” Mica smiled brightly.

“Nah, changed not all that long ago. Well, I'll email later.”

“Good.”

He jogged back toward where we had come from, a happy smile on his face.

“That was interesting.” I chuckled.

“No shit. Never imagined meeting another gay baby boy diaper lover in that way, but cool none the less.”

“For sure.”

We continued our walk, stopped at many places to check them out, and we even bought a few things that we liked. Finally we headed back to the car and headed home. By now we are in desperate need of soggy baby bum changes, really we should have gone when we met Ash, but we were only about half full then, and neither of us really cared all that much. Now we are full though, and we really do need to change. After having a very good soggy baby bum change (in other words, we had three gay baby boygasms each), we went double thick again and catheterized, we made dinner and had a nice evening in.

The next morning as Mica was sitting down to do his schoolwork, he called me over, saying that Ash had emailed. We sat and read the email together.

Hi Mica and Xander, I must say, it sure was nice meeting you yesterday. Boy was my mom super pissed at you. Wow, she didn't have enough bad to say about you and how evil and vile you are. Call me old fashioned, but I like that in a guy. In fact, I gotta say thanks, she was so fucking pissed at you, that she totally missed the fact that I went missing for ten minutes. I went back and she was still ranting and raving to her vile friends, so I stood off to the side at a deferential distance, because I'm to be seen and never heard, and I'm never to interrupt her when she's talking to real people, because to her I'm not. I don't think she has any use for men other than for sex, because that's certainly how she treated my dad as well. I emailed my dad and told him all this as well, told him I can't wait 'til he can get a place and we can live together as we should be. He emailed me back already, said that he has a place, he gets it in a week, but that it's small, real small. It has two bedrooms, barely, but it's expensive, and he can't afford furniture, so he has no idea what we're gonna sleep on or sit on. I don't give a damn, and told him so, said I'd happily sleep on the floor, but, he's right. It's gonna be hard enough getting me away from my mother as it is, if he can't provide for me at least the basics, it'll never happen. I am gonna talk to a lawyer though, tell him or her that I fear for my life, and with your little talk being on the news last night, it's gonna make it easier, because I'm gonna tell him or her I'm gay, but that if she ever finds out, clearly I won't survive. Well, look forward to hearing from you. It sure will be nice having other gay diaper loving friends. Hell, friends at all, I'm not allowed to have any, just in case they corrupt me somehow. Have a good day.

“Poor kid. What are you thinking?” I asked once I finished reading it. I know that Mica has probably already read it twice, and knowing how his mind works, I do not doubt that he is already making plans.

“Yeah, it's good he's not in any trouble, that's for sure, but, you've been teaching me woodworking, we've already made a couple small tables and benches, I'm sure they could use one set, and we could probably easily make them a couple simple beds before they even move. Hell, we could probably have them made today. We can't do much about a couch, but I'm certain one could be found at a thrift store somewhere. Actually, what am I thinking, there's an old one in one of the spare bedrooms, it's not very nice looking, but it's sturdy and comfortable, we can give it to them. We've also made a few shelving units, there's no reason they can't use those for their clothes, they don't haveta have dressers. We could also make nice simple end tables for them, that should be easy enough.”

“I wondered if that was gonna be your plan. Sounds like a good plan to me, and you know I'll help any way I can.”

“Cool, let me email him back then.” And he started typing away, but I stayed and read what he wrote.

Hey there Ash, good to hear from you. I'm glad that we met as well. I'm glad your mom was pissed at me, it means she knows that I'm right. If she didn't, she'd pity me instead. Yeah, I like that in a guy as well, and I like you. Now, before you go and fall in love with me or anything, I do haveta tell you right up front, I do have a baby boyfriend already, but once you're secure, I'm sure you'll find a baby boyfriend of your own as well.

I can understand how and why your mom would treat you and your dad like that, she's kinda sorta a bitch, in case you hadn't noticed before. LOL right. It's great your dad has a place, and as for furniture, I think we have some stuff here that might just help you out. Xander is a master woodworker, and he's been teaching me, so we've already made a couple simple tables and matching benches for them, you guys can have one. We've also made a few small shelf units, you can have two and use them for clothing storage or whatever you need. We figure that after I do my schoolwork today, we can easily pound out a couple beds and a few end tables for you as well, so that you're pretty much all set for furniture. All you'd haveta do is get some decent mattresses and you're all set.

We can't really make a couch, but we do have an old one here that's not exactly nice looking, but it's sturdy and comfortable, and you're welcome to have it as well. I'd just offer to have you guys come live here with us, but, really, you both needta make a go of it on your own as well, at least for a while. Instead, we'll happily give you a hand up and get you both back on your feet so that you can get a good start.

Talking to a lawyer is an excellent idea, call one as soon as you can, and if there's any question of money, don't hesitate, Xander and I'll happily pay any fees that need to be paid, no questions, and absolutely no repayment. In fact, just have him or her bill us directly, don't even tell your dad. This is important, and it will cause you way less pain and grief in the end doing it that way, and I don't want you worrying about how you're gonna pay a lawyer. Of course, any fees may just be billed directly to your mother as well, and if he or she will do that, then do so, she deserves to pay for it, but if you haveta, we'll gladly pay it.

So, how long have you known you were gay, why do you wear diapers and when did you know that you loved them. I think I've always known I was gay, and I only truly need diapers during the night, and at most a guard or something during the day, but I think I started loving my diapers by the time I was five, maybe six, and would've happily worn them all day had I been able to. I'll tell you about that later. Now I getta wear all day every day, and it's so great. Xander admits that he's pretty much always known as well, and he doesn't actually need diapers, though he was a chronic bed wetter as a child as well, and says that's probably when he started loving them as well, but now he doesn't wanna ever be without them.

Look forward to hearing from you soon. Have a good day, and keep in touch.

He hit send, and fired that off. I headed out to the shop, while Mica got started on his schoolwork, saying he would join me once he was done. Only a little more than an hour later, Mica did join me, and we worked together. I had started milling up all the pieces needed to make two good sturdy twin beds, and when Mica joined me, he said he was going to try his hand at making the end tables they were going to need. I asked how many, and he says four, one for each bedroom, and one for each end of the couch should do it. I agreed.

Any time Mica needed help, I happily helped him, but allowed him to try and figure it out on his own, and just gave him ideas on ways to go about what he wanted to do, and maybe showed him little things, but otherwise I hardly helped him at all.

By the time we finished in the shop for the day, we were both starving. We had worked through lunch, the double thick diapers we had put onto each other after swimming and pressure relief were leaking, and I have one bed completed and Mica has two of the end tables also completed, and I must admit, they do look good. We went in and changed each other first, since we desperately need to, and then went and made dinner. At bedtime, since our diapers are still good, and we are caged, we only kissed and cuddled for several minutes before falling into a blissful sleep.

The next morning, we relieved the pressure, went for a good swim, double diapered each other, and then had breakfast and then Mica grabbed his computer to check his email, and then start his schoolwork. As expected, there is an email from Ash already.

Hi guys, you really don't needta do all that for us, but as much as I wish I could refuse, I really can't. My dad's not gonna wanna either, but if we wanna make this work, I think he'll understand that it'll be necessary.

While at school yesterday, I called a lawyer and talked to him, and gave him the basic information about what's happening and what I need. I had him look at the news and he saw my mom, and when I said I was gay, he said I needta get outta that situation, and fast. He says most 13 year olds don't survive long in that situation before they either shut down or their parents do something horrific.

Like I said, I don't think she'd kill me, but she'd certainly attempt to cleanse me of that taint, in which case I'd probably be begging for her to kill me. He says he's gonna bill everything to my mom, since she's the one who clearly deserves to pay, but says that if he doesn't get paid by her, that he will need to be paid somehow, I said we'd worry about that later, but bill her directly first, and force her to pay it.

As for when I knew I was gay. Fuck, musta been when I was five, because I remember being in kindergarten and seeing one of my classmates in the bathroom. He had his pants down, and his ass was so cute. I stopped and stared. Then he turned around and I saw his little peepee, and I was toast. I didn't understand it then, I think I was eight when I started to understand, but nine for certain.

As for diapers, yeah, I love them, I think I always have. I have a faulty sphincter muscle, they tried twice to repair it, but it's failed every time. My mom used to keep me in catheters only, but with my problem and my narrow urethra, they were horribly uncomfortable and I kept getting bladder infections. They wanna put a fake bladder in me with a control valve, but they haveta wait 'til I finish growing by the sounds of it. My mom hates the fact that I haveta wear diapers, says it's shameful, but the doctors told her we really have no choice at this time.

She demanded that they operate and fix it, but, like they said, there's nothing they can do yet, and that I had refused, and that they will not do a non life threatening operation against a child's wishes, even if the parents want it done. Boy did she berate me for that. Like I said though, the doctors said it was pointless, and I didn't wanna go through all that again. That was when I was ten.

What I of course never told her, I'm never going back again. I was never given a choice the first two times, but when I told the doctor that I didn't wanna go for any more operations, he said that 'til there was more they could do, that I wouldn't really haveta anyway, but that if I really didn't wanna, that he wouldn't make me, since it's not life threatening. Like he says, there are worse things in life than having to wear diapers. Yeah, like living with my mother.

As for you having a boyfriend already, that's okay. I'd like you as a friend anyway, and even though I think I have a pretty good idea as to who your baby boyfriend is, I don't needta ask.

I emailed my dad, and gave him some of the information, but I didn't tell him about what you guys are doing for us, and he's happy. I'll email him more information once I know he can handle it. Like when you say it's ready for us. Anyway, I should let you go now, have a good day.

Mica and I talked it over for a few moments, and then Mica replied with:

Hi Ash, we're happy to help, and it's not like we have anything better to do anyway. I only do an hour or so of schoolwork a day, and honestly, I really don't even needta do that. I'm glad the lawyer's on your side and told you to get out as quick as possible, he's right. There's no telling what she could be capable of if she gets mad enough. It already sounds as if you're useless to her anyway, and what do people do with trash, why, they take it out. If there comes a time when you haveta do so, run for it, don't look back, go straight to the cops, call me, my number's included, or to your dad, wherever you haveta go to get away from her.

That's some story about why you need diapers, and honestly, I wouldn't have allowed them to go in a second time, but I suppose you were never asked. That's stupid, the doctors should've asked you, no matter how old you were. I certainly wouldn't go for another operation either, especially to fix my bladder, like why, right. Then you'd be expected to give up your thick thirsty tape on baby diapers, how horrific. Damn near worse than living with your mom.

We got one of your beds done yesterday, as well as two end tables. We expect we'll get the others done today, and then all we haveta do is put some clear coat on them tomorrow to protect them. I did a little research last night, and there's a store just outside of downtown, they sell scratch and dent furniture and seconds mattresses and whatnot. You can pick up twin bed mattresses for as little as a hundred bucks from them. They probably won't be perfect, but will be a far cry better than nothing. You can always upgrade later once you have more money. I'm including their address for you. If I haveta, I'll buy them for you guys, but I doubt you'll let me. Let me know if you really can't afford to though, again, don't tell your dad, I'll just make it happen, okay. Promise me, I don't want you going without at least the basics just because of stupid pride. It's not worth it. Like I said yesterday, we'll happily give you guys a hand up, then it'll be up to you.

Anyway, I suppose we'll talk later. Keep in touch.

As soon as Mica hit send, he opened up the program for his schoolwork, and I told him to meet me in the shop. He met me a little over an hour later again, and got to work. We at least stopped today for a quick lunch, and soggy baby bum changes, so that we did not have a repeat of the day before, and we managed to get our projects completed at just past dinner time. We went and made and ate a good dinner, and because our diapers are still good for a couple more hours, we sat back and enjoyed them for longer, until bedtime, when we changed each other, making each other cum only twice tonight.

This morning after our regular routine, Mica grabbed his computer, and the first thing he did was to check his email, and Ash had replied back, so I sat down and read it along with Mica.

Hi guys. That's really very kind of you. I told my dad that I found some free furniture, but that all we'd haveta do is get a couple mattresses and whatnot, and he said that'd be fine. I told him I'd found the store you told me about to get cheap mattresses, and he said that was perfect, and more than enough to get us on our feet again. So, thanks. As for giving up my diapers, hell no, never gonna happen. To tell you the truth, I think giving up my baby diapers would be worse than living with my mom.

Don't worry about me running if I haveta, I've had an emergency escape plan in place since I was nine. I knew who and what she was, every bit as much as I knew who and what I was, so yeah, I made sure to always have a way out. Still don't think she'd kill me, but I know for a fact that I'd wish I were dead. If she comes after me though, I won't stop hitting 'til I'm free.

Why do you do so little schoolwork. Wish I only hadta do an hour or so, that'd be so great. Then again, it's not the schoolwork I hate, it's the other stupid fucking kids. Pretty sure they all know I'm gay, and of course they know I wear diapers. It's not like either of those things bother me, but they tease me so much because of it, even though I never even pay attention to them, but whatever, they're just fucktards.

Anyway, talk to you later.

Mica replied back right away.

We don't mind helping out a friend and someone who's like us, so no worries there. I think I agree with you on giving up my baby diapers though, I don't think I could either, certainly don't wanna, it'd probably be the worst punishment I could conceive of. We're glad to hear you have an escape plan, but hopefully you never haveta use it. If she does make a grab for you, absolutely don't hesitate to hit and hit hard and repeatedly, she does kinda deserve it after all.

I do my schooling at home now, I officially quit school when we moved here, but I was so far ahead there was no point in going back to school, and I really didn't wanna haveta go to grade eleven in a new school and deal with that there. Being gay was sometimes a pain because of the teasing I got, because I got it too, but being like six years ahead was worse, I got teased so much for that it wasn't funny. You're right though, they're just fucktards.

Anyway, have a good day, we got work to do.

As soon as Mica hit send, he started his schoolwork and I headed to the shop, telling him to join me when he was done again. I got everything ready so that we could both finish our pieces, and by the time Mica made it, I had everything cleaned and into the finishing room, and then cleaned again. I taught Mica how to do this, and he did very well. We are going with five coats of satin polyurethane, that will both protect the pieces and give them a nice depth. Since this really takes very little time at all, we still have plenty of time to kill. Especially considering we do need to wait roughly an hour between coats. As such, we decide to make them a couple other things that they will likely need. If they do not, then we will happily sell them to someone else.

A simple desk and a nice simple entertainment stand, both look similar actually, except the entertainment stand is lower and has a shelf, whereas the desk is higher, has no shelf, but instead has a bank of three drawers on one side. Every half an hour, we would pause what we are doing, and each spray another coat onto each of our pieces. I have less pieces, but they are larger, so we take almost the exact same amount of time each time.

We did pause for lunch, but our soggy double baby diapers were good for now, so we left them. We finished all that we needed to finish at just before dinner time. By now our diapers are seriously soggy, and so we decide to change them first, and since we are doing so, we may as well have a little fun and pressure relief. Dinner ended up at least a full hour late, but oh well, there are worse things in life right. We sucked each other at the same time, fingered each other as well, just because it feels so fucking good, and came three times each.

We did double diaper each other again, which is pretty common for us really, and really, why should we not, our diaper doublers really are awesome. After dinner, we relaxed in the library for the evening, reading, it was nice.

The next few days went well, and Mica and Ash emailed each other every day, though, of course, I am in on the emails as well. Mica informed him that all their pieces are ready, and that once he tells us where they are to be delivered, that we will do so happily, and so, today Ash emailed and said that his dad has his place. He also said that he was going to pack everything as sneakily as he possibly could, and then tell his mom that he is moving in with his dad. Both Mica and I admitted that we were afraid. Mica warned him how dangerous this is, and he agreed, but admitted that he has to do it this way, or there could be even more trouble. His lawyer asked him if he wanted a police escort, and he declined, Mica and I think he should, and told him so as well. Mica asked Ash to call as soon as he was out and safe, and that call never came.

Mica was going into hysterics by the end of the day, but there is nothing that we can do. We do not know Ash's dads name or phone number, nor do we know Ash's address, and while we did have his number, there was no answer the several times that Mica called. I did everything in my power to keep Mica calm, but, I admit, I am right up there with him, wondering what the hell is going on.

We both ended up having an incredibly restless sleep, in fact, I doubt I slept more than two hours total the entire night. Mica claims that he doubts he did either. We decided to get dressed after changing each others diapers, so that we could go to the police station, and find out anything that we possibly could. We were in the kitchen, having a very quick bite of food, when the phone rang with the signal for the gate. Mica ran for the phone, answered it, looked puzzled, and then hit the button.

“It was a police officer.” He said, looking as if he were about to puke and or cry.

“Go put your diapers in your room, quick, and mess up your bed.”

I have no idea why a police officer would be here, but we do not wish to arouse any suspicions. Mica was back just as there was a knock at the door. We both went and answered it. When I opened the door, Mica squealed, because Ash was there.

“Oh, thank fuck, you're alive.”

“Yeah, but my mom, not so much. Can we come in.” He asked, and if he was upset about that, he did not look it, in fact, he looked very much at peace.

We both waved him and the police officer into the living room, and they sat down.

“Um, what happened?” Mica asked as soon as he sat.

“I don't know everything, the police officer here doesn't even really know everything. We're waiting 'til we can talk to my dad to know more.” Ash said. “Here's what we do know though. As you knew, I was gonna pack up and then tell my mom that I was leaving, that I was moving in with my dad. I never told him when I was doing it, I didn't want him going there, I knew he was having a hard time with everything. Well, I told the bitch, and then the screaming started. I won't go into what all she said, I'm sure you can guess. She tried to grab me, and well, I kicked, punched, and bit, 'til she let go, and I assure you, the three bruises I have are nothing in comparison to what I gave her. I left. I started walking to my dads new place.

“So, here's where we're not entirely certain what happened, my dad's kinda not in much condition to talk at the moment, he's really distraught. The police officer here was the one to have collected him, and he got a little outta him before he hadta go to the hospital. So, I'll let him tell you his part.”

“Hi there, I'm Officer Black. Late yesterday afternoon, emergency services received a call, presumably from Ash's father, saying that he'd just killed his ex wife. I was the first on the scene, he'd slit his wrists, and was almost gone. I applied pressure, made him talk, and he managed to at least shed a little light on the situation. He kept saying the bitch said she killed my son, because he was a horrible disgrace. He beat her to a pulp, once I had him somewhat stable, I checked, and verified that he had in fact killed her.

“The ambulance arrived, loaded him up, and took him away. So, thinking that we now had a dead young man to search for, since we certainly had no calls for such, we started looking. It wasn't 'til nearly eleven last night that we found Ash, at his dads new apartment of all places, blissfully unaware of what had happened.

“The only reason we found him, he called the police, because he was worried that his dad wasn't home yet, when he should've been hours ago, that he'd left work at shortly after five, and that was the last anyone had heard from him, and he was getting worried. I went and collected him, I was already off shift, but I took him home to my house, so that he could sleep, he's the same age as my son, so I thought they could talk some. Turns out, Ash pretty much passed out as soon as we got there. Now, here we are. He asked me to bring him here, to his friends house. And that's about all I can tell you at this time.”

“Shit.” Mica said.

“That's about what I was gonna say.” I admitted.

“Yeah.” Ash said.

“So, what's gonna happen with Ash's dad then. He committed murder?” I asked.

“He'll be in jail for a bit, once released from the hospital that is, but, from what we know, he truly thought she'd killed Ash, and his lawyer says that he wanted to send a police escort to extract Ash, but that Ash refused. I think Ash agrees now that that was an unwise decision, but it's done, and there's simply nothing that can be done about it. He'll be charged with involuntary manslaughter, he'll plead temporary insanity, and no judge would deny that. I'd bet on somewhere between three and six months before he's released. With that being said, it could be a year or two as well. You never know, it really depends on the judge. The fact is, he did kill her, but, nearly anyone would consider it well justified.”

“I take it that you most certainly do as well?” I asked.

“You say you killed my kid, you'd better believe you're dead, and I won't use my gun.” He snarled.

“You and I are on the same page then.” I laughed.

“I think most parents are, and that'll be the best possible judge Ash's dad could hope for. With any luck, jail time served while awaiting trial, will be all he ends up with, which is why I suspect three to six months, since that's pretty much what the trial wait time is right now. Ash's dad's expected to wake at some time today, and I think it's very important that Ash be there when he does, so that he can see that Ash's alright.”

“Then as soon as you leave, we'll head to the hospital and wait there all day if we haveta.” Mica said before I could.

“Thanks. I haveta head to work here soon, so I can't.”

“Thanks. What's gonna happen with Ash then?” I asked.

“Right now his status is up in the air, 'til his dad makes his wishes known. If he were to have a really good friends house to stay at while his dad's unavailable, and if his dad were to sign guardianship papers stating such, then he should never haveta spend a minute in a foster home, where I know for a fact he won't have a very good time. Given that my son's gay, I know the signs to look for, and I see those signs in Ash as well, and he admitted to me that he is. Gays are still not well received in foster homes for the most part, then there's his need of diapers full time, which wouldn't help matters any. No, we haven't even called social services yet, I wanted to ensure he'd be safe here before I did that.”

“Of course.” Mica and I both said together.

“Gee, sure you don't wanna talk it over any.” Ash giggled.

“No, you can stay here as long as you need. We'd be happy to help you out while you need it.” I said.

“Excellent, then I'll take my leave. Ash, I hope you have a truly blessed life, you do deserve it. And I hope that this is the last time that I see you in an official manner.”

“Thanks, and you and me both.” They shook hands, and I showed the officer out, and I thanked him as I too shook his hand when he left.

“Well, Ash, seems you had a rather rough night.”

“Actually, it wasn't really all that bad. I was just getting really worried when my dad didn't show up, which is why I called the cops. I hadn't told him I was coming, he'd just given me the key to the place and told me where it was, just in case I hadta run for it. He often works overtime, and I had no idea if maybe he was still at his friends place, since there was still nothing at the apartment anyway. I waited 'til nine, when I decided to call his work, because if he works late, he's usually out for eight thirty, but they said he'd left at just a few minutes after five, saying that he'd seemed pretty upset. It seems he'd got a call from my mother. So, I called his friends place, and he said my dad hadn't been there all day. That's when I started to panic. It took a little more than an hour for me to finally call the cops. I'd hadta make all the calls from the lobby, it's a good thing that there's a payphone there still, and that I had some coin, otherwise I had no idea what I'd do. So, yeah, maybe ten minutes after calling, the officer was there to pick me up, told me what all he knew, said he was gonna take me to his house for the night, that he has a son my age that I can talk to if I needta, but, once I knew my dad was okay, all I needed was a soggy baby bum change and sleep. I'm never up that late, so I was dead tired, and because I hadn't slept the night before, worrying about yesterday, I was even more tired. I really shoulda listened to you guys and my lawyer, sorry to have put you through all this.”

“It's okay. That you and your dad are okay is all that really matters in the end. It'll be a rough few months, but we'll happily get you both through it.” I said.

“Thanks.”

“How do you feel that your mom's dead.”

“Wish I can say that I feel sad, but I don't. I actually finally feel at peace. I finally feel like I can relax. I haven't been able to do that in more years than I really know any more.”

“Can't say's I blame you any.” Mica said.

“Same. Now, your dad desperately needs to see you alive and well, so we really should head to the hospital. Mica, go pack a diaper bag, would you please. I'm gonna change Ash right now, he's getting pretty full.”

“Yeah, never changed before leaving this morning, but I'd like that, thanks.”

“I thought you might need a little more fatherly love at the moment. I can see in your eyes that you're not as alright as you claim to be. I see the fear and uncertainty in you, for good reason, but as soon as you and your dad see that each other are alright, I think you'll both be fine. Even he will be, even knowing that he's gonna be in jail for a bit 'til everything's straightened out.”

“Thanks, and you're right, of course. I'm okay, I know that everything'll be just fine now, but I do still feel some anger and anxiousness.”

“That's to be expected, now, lay down Baby.”

I stripped and changed Ash quickly and tenderly. Mica and I have diaper change supplies in nearly every room of the house, so that they are never far away. We are in the living room, and those supplies are in the end table, so it was easy to grab. Ash is a very good looking boy, and what he hides inside his soggy diaper will soon make a gay baby boy very happy. He already has a decent growth of hair in his groin, but, from the looks of it, he keeps them well trimmed and cleaned. His sack is nice and big and plump looking, and I bet that he pumps out one hell of a load when he spews, and I bet he tastes heavenly. I lotioned and creamed Ash up very gently, and the turmoil in his life shows clearly in the fact that he never even got the slightest bit hard. Had I had a diaper change, no matter what, at his age, I would've been stone hard, well, assuming it was a boy changing me. Finally I helped Ash to stand up, and I buttoned his pants back up.

“There you go Baby. How was that?”

“Very nice, thanks. I haven't been changed since I was about eight or so, I missed it.”

“You're welcome, you needed it. You're very good looking, especially in your super soggy baby diaper, and pretty damn hot still while naked. Some lucky gay baby boy is gonna get himself one hell of a catch some time soon.”

“Thanks.” He blushed cutely. “The officers son, last night, and even this morning, never turned to give me privacy as I changed my diaper or got dressed, he kinda stared in fact. I know he wanted to ask why I was wearing diapers, but he couldn't. He was super hard though, I could tell 'cause I saw him haveta adjust himself a couple times, though I pretended not to see, damn near made me hard, and he's really cute too. Totally gay.”

“Maybe we'll haveta figure a way to get you two together, then, and you can offer to diaper him up as well.” Mica giggled, because he has been back and watching for several minutes. I had taken my time after all.

“Maybe. It'll be some time before I'll even wanna think about that sorta thing.”

“Yeah, maybe a day or two, at most.” Mica said. I admit, I nodded as well.

“You're probably right.”

With all three of us in good thirsty diapers, a diaper bag well packed and ready to go, that makes us ready to go as well, and so, we headed out. We managed to make it to the hospital, and only because Ash knows the way around town very well, and I had not had to use the GPS once. I think he also got us there far faster than the GPS would have. We asked at the front desk where to find Ash's dad, and of course he is in the secured ward, so we headed up there. We had to answer a lot of questions, we had to submit to a security check, and if the guard wondered about the fact that we are all diapered, and carrying a diaper bag, he never questioned it. I suppose they see everything in their line of work. Finally we were let in.

There was a nurse in the room, so Ash asked how his dad is, and she said that he is just resting comfortably now. He had lost a lot of blood, and so he is simply recuperating from that. She said that he had been given drugs to help him sleep, but that they should be wearing off now, so, with any luck, he will wake up soon.

We sat there, talking softly as we waited, and it was nearly two hours later that he finally woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, Ash was there, directly in his line of sight, so that hopefully he was the first thing that his dad would see. He was. Ash's dad saw him, pinched himself, and then burst into tears. He was blubbering so much it was hard to understand what he was saying. We did get the gist of it though.

He kept saying, 'the bitch said she'd killed you because you were a horrible disgrace of a fucking fairy fagot, and I killed her.'

“I'm okay Dad, I have a few bruises, but nothing like what I left her with, and then you finished the job I should've just finished myself. I'm sorry, I should've listened to my friends and my lawyer, now you're gonna go to jail for killing her, and it's all my fault. I don't blame you for killing her, and certainly not after what she said to you. The police say that you won't haveta stay in jail long, but one day is too long for what you did.”

“It's not your fault, it's hers and hers alone. How were we to know what she'd do, but we really should've, she's always been a manipulative, lying, conniving, bitch.”

“That she was.”

“I'll happily go to jail, I'll smile every day I'm there, knowing I'm there for the reason I am, but only if I know you're okay. Have they shipped you off to foster care already?” He has not even seen us yet.

“No, remember the friends I told you about. They're here, and they've already agreed to keep me 'til you're outta jail.” He turned aside and introduced us.

He agreed to everything instantly, Ash called his lawyer and asked him to come to the hospital, and he agreed, and was there only a little more than an hour later. He drew up all the paperwork, we all signed it all, and he even agreed to represent Ash's dad, who we found is also Adrian, which might explain Ash's name. All the information that everyone knew was given, Mica said he was paying for all the legal fees, no questions, and then the lawyer left. By the end of the afternoon, when Adrian was starting to get very tired and hungry, we called it a day, and said we would come visit again the next day, and we did.

I got the boys home, we had a really good dinner, and because we had skipped lunch, we were all famished. We were all also in desperate need of diaper changes all around, we had changed only once while at the hospital, and single thickness daytime diapers are not nearly so thirsty as we all like, and so we double diapered each other using our much thicker night time diapers. I diapered both baby boys, and then Mica changed me. We gave Ash what is supposed to be Mica's room, Mica told him so, and Ash grinned, and says he knew it, and said we make a great couple. We said nothing, but smiled.

Three days later, Adrian was released from the hospital with no ill effects, but, unfortunately, not to us. He was remanded to the local jail, awaiting trial. We were warned that there would not likely be any kind of bail offered, and so, that was where he stayed.

It was difficult getting Ash in to see his dad, but once a week we were able to, so that is good. Ash has taken to living with us really well. He loves our house and all the amenities that we have available to us. He also loves that we walk around in nothing but our soggy diapers all the time, saying that he had never been allowed to, not even in his own room, and his mother checked often. He is doing really well emotionally though, and even though I had suggested he see someone, he never really seemed to need it.

Grandpa's kitchen was completed, and so we went and tore out his old one, and though Grandpa and Ash had already met, they got to know each other far better as we did all this work, because we were there for several days.

I have to admit, it looks perfect, and Grandpa loves his new kitchen.

I have continued to teach Mica everything that I can in the shop, and Ash has joined him as well. It is probably for the best that school is now out for summer break, so we did not have to figure out all that for Ash. I am thinking that we will just set him up with home schooling when the time comes anyway, that will save a lot of headache and hassle all around.

I had arranged with the owner of Adrian's apartment for me to continue paying for it, and to hold it, told him what had happened and what is happening, and he is happy to do so. Adrian admitted that he had called his boss, scared shitless that he was going to be fired, but his boss told him that his job would be there for him when he gets out, and to come back as soon as he is able to. He said that he could not blame him in the least. It sounds like he has a good boss, so that is good.

“Well, I gotta say Baby, the past couple weeks sure have been interesting, huh.” I said as Mica and I were curling up to go to sleep.

We had just had a most excellent diaper change, which involved three orgasms over an hour long period of time, and Mica upgraded me to four of his truly talented fingers, and so, I upgraded him to three of my equally talented ones, and made each other moan and sigh as deeply as we possibly could the entire time. Once we were both very satisfied, we diapered each other in our nice thick night time diapers with an equally thick diaper doubler, just how we usually prefer, with lots of diaper rash cream, baby lotion, and of course our cock cages and catheters, as well a nice big butt plug, just because.

It had been funny the first time Ash had seen these and we explained it, he loved it, but admitted that he really did not need it, other than a cage, but would rather not, but, like we told him, it sure helps to concentrate on things when we are supposed to. I did end up ordering Ash his own plug and dildo though, and he claims to be enjoying them a great deal.

“You sure can say that. Ash seems to be doing well, though, and of course we're doing great.”

“Mmmhmm.” I said in agreement.

“You think he's ready to find him a boyfriend?”

“You thinking about calling Officer Black and asking him to have his son come spend the weekend?”

“Yeah, and let the boys see where their relationship goes, if it does.”

“I don't see a reason why not. It could be it goes nowhere, but you never know.”

“Exactly. Well, night night Baby, love you.” Mica whispered to me.

“And night night, love you Baby.”