Date: Mon, 11 Oct 1999 17:20:44 -0400
From: Charlie <charlieje@mindspring.com>
Subject: Andy Parts 3

To be very honest with my readers, I feel some hesitation about presenting
the next two or three installments of Andy. Some will understand, most
will not. For those who don't, I beg your tolerance. As I said in my
introduction, these things all happened, either to me or someone close to
me. I have already received questions which I cannot answer without
revealing more of the story than I care to.

At the end of the story, I will be pleased to tell you all what exactly
happened to whom; till then, please just enjoy the story.

One more thing: I am finding it more and more difficult to use Hotmail, so
I am changing my email address. As of now, please address all comments,
questions, criticisms to me at charlieje@mindspring.com. Unlike the Kenny
series, which I posted as I wrote it. I have pretty well finished the entire
Andy story. I plan to spend the next few weeks proofing it in hopes of
making it more readable. I also plan to respond to all email. It might not be
immediate, but I WILL respond.

Here then, is chapter three.

              III The Secret Revealed

Charlie sat looking across the table at Andy, suddenly in a state of panic.
He knew what he had to do, but he sure wasn't looking forward to it. They
had already decided that they'd shower and get ready for bed right after
dinner, then watch TV, or perhaps do a little surfing on the Internet. That
meant that within an hour he was going to have to make his confession. All
of a sudden he wasn't at all sure of himself; all at once he was a little boy
through and through, and he wasn't at all sure he could go through with his
plan. And worst of all, he had no idea why it was such a big deal. What did
it matter? There had been other hired hands and foster kids before Andy,
and most of them had been nice enough to him. So why was Andy
different? Charlie didn't know, but he knew that Andy was indeed
different.

"What's up tomorrow?" Andy asked as a way to get a conversation going.
"I dunno," Charlie answered. "I have a wedding I have to sing for in the
afternoon so I'll be gone. The rain's supposed to stop, so Dad'll probably
have you helping get some melons to the market before the weekend's
completely gone."
"That's cool. You gonna have any time to help me with my driving? I turn
16 next Thursday."
"That's right! I almost forgot! We can probably go out when I get home. It
shouldn't be any later than 4 or so."
"I hope so dude. You're an excellent teacher, in case you didn't know."
"Glad you think so, Andy. But you might change your mind before this
night's through."

Andy snapped a quick look at Charlie. "Whadda ya mean by that?" he
demanded. "What's gonna happen tonight that'll make me change my
mind?"
"Nuthin' really," Charlie answered. He was suddenly in a great state of
panic, realizing that he'd just painted himself in a corner. There was no
turning back now, so he decided to forge ahead. "I... uhh... I got something
to tell you." he said nervously, "And I don't think you're gonna like it
much."

OK, now Andy was sure. He was getting the boot. Charlie had seen what
he'd done, had been offended, or perhaps even frightened, and had decided
he didn't want a teenage pervert around. Charlie was certainly very
nervous. Perhaps he was scared of being attacked in his own home. But
something didn't make sense. Why had he sent his parents away? Were
they outside spying on him? Did they have the house wired, waiting outside
with a whole army of cops, just waiting to pack him off to jail if he made a
move on their precious son? Well they needn't worry, Andy wouldn't give
them the satisfaction.

But that was ridiculous! True, he'd only been here a week, but these
people had been so kind, so understanding, he'd been made to feel more at
home here than any other place he'd ever been. Karen had told him that
Charlie had insisted on handling this himself. That's why they'd left; but
Andy had no doubt that they were close by.

"So what're you gonna tell me?" he asked, knowing somehow that Charlie
wouldn't tell him until he was ready.
"Let's finish dinner," Charlie answered, "And get ready for bed. There's
something I need to get you to help me with, and then I think it'll all be
clear."
"Help you with? Now you got me really curious." But it was no use.
Charlie would say no more. But they got through dinner in record time,
rushed through the cleaning up process and headed for the shower.
Andy was anxious to get to the telling of the secret, and so was Charlie. He
wanted to get it over with before he lost his nerve again. When Andy
emerged from his room, dressed in a pair of light shorts and nothing else,
he found Charlie in his own room, sitting on the bed wearing nothing but
those adorable white boxer shorts that had in Andy's eyes become his
trademark. He looked so small, so vulnerable, so delicate sitting there, the
white shorts sharply contrasting with his tanned skin.

"You said you needed help with something?" Andy questioned as he
walked into Charlie's room.
"Yeah..." Charlie fairly choked on the word, "Soon as I figure out how to
tell ya."
"Just spit it out, lil buddy. If I don't know how I'll tell you. You've already
taught me more this week than I ever wanted to know. So just tell me,
ok?"
"Yeah, ok. Please don't hate me Andy."
"The only way you're gonna make me hate you is if you don't hurry up and
tell me what's so terrible. You got me thinking the world's coming to an
end."
Maybe it is, Charlie thought to himself, Maybe it is.

"Okay," Charlie said with new resolve, "Here goes. Remember the other
day when I was under the truck?"
"Charlie," Andy said pleadingly, "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean it,
it just sorta happened. I guess I was a little shocked, or something..." He
was sure now. Charlie was just too nice to come out and say it, but he
didn't want Andy around any more.
"I know that, Andy," Charlie said impatiently, "Let me finish, ok? This
ain't easy and I want to get it out before I chicken out again."
"OK, sorry Charlie. Go ahead. But please believe me, I don't know what
happened, I just wish it hadn't."


"When you were looking at me... uh... you know... there... Andy, I could
feel your eyes on me! I mean, you sometimes read in stories about how
people can feel someone looking at them, but I thought it was just some
kinda writing style. But I could FEEL you looking at me! I dunno how, or
why, but that's how I knew. It was one of the weirdest feelings I've ever
had."
"But what's that got to do with..."
"I'm gettin' there, fast as I can."

Andy was getting terribly impatient. He wanted this over with, if that's
what was coming. It was past 8 and would be dark soon, and he wanted to
be far away from here before morning. At the same time he regarded
Charlie's small figure on the bed beside him, clad only in those white
boxers that had him so infatuated. He had an irresistible urge to grab
Charlie in his arms and hug him till there was danger of hugging the very
life out of him; but he did resist.

"I got to thinking," Charlie went on, "That happened so easy, and it'll
probably happen again, only next time you might be ready so you'll see
more and I just don't want you finding out that way."
"Finding out what?"
"That's what I'm tryin' to tell ya. Andy, when I go to bed... and usually in
the day time too... I..."

Andy was so frustrated, it seemed the easier he tried to make it for Charlie
the harder it became "Andy," Charlie said as tears welled up in his eyes, "I
never had a problem with this before, but it matters to me what you think
and I'm afraid you're gonna think I'm some kinda geek."
"Just tell me, Charlie! Please, just tell me!"
"OK, no more foolin' around. When Mom's here she helps me get ready
for bed. But she's not here, so I guess you're elected. I can do it myself,
but it's so much easier if someone helps me. Will ya?"
"Of course I will, Charlie. But what's there to do? Make your bed?"
"Over there," Charlie motioned with a nod of his head, "The stuff's over on
that little table."

Andy's eye followed Charlie's pointing finger to a small table in the corner
next to the window. If it had been there before, Andy hadn't noticed. Now
as his eyes focused his mouth dropped open and he gasped. "Looks like a
changing table." he observed, "And that looks like diapers and stuff on it."
"It is, Andy," Charlie said in a whisper, "I'm a bed wetter. Dad made the
table for me so it would be easier for Mom, or whoever."
"Diapers? You wear diapers to bed?"
"Uh-huh. And in the day time too."
"That's it? That's the big announcement you were gonna make? That's
what I've been tryin' to pry outa you for the last two hours?"

Before Charlie had a chance to answer, Andy was laughing hysterically,
which caused Charlie to dissolve in heart wrenching sobs. He'd considered
a lot of reactions, but he'd never thought he'd be laughed at. Charlie had
never been laughed at in his life, except of course when he was clowning
around. But now he felt so humiliated he wanted to die! He got off the bed
and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Charlie," Andy pleaded as he knocked on the door, "I'm sorry. Please
come out. I'll help you."
"Come out so you can laugh at me some more? Forget it and go to bed.
You can think of all the ways you can laugh at me all summer. But tonight
I just don't feel like being laughed at."
"But I wasn't laughing at YOU, Charlie! I was laughing at ME! I was so
scared, I thought you were gettin' ready to throw me out. I thought you
were so pissed at me that you wanted me off the farm. I don't wanna go,
Charlie. I'm having a blast!"
"Yeah," came the muffled voice from inside the bathroom, "And now
you'll have even more of a blast."
"No, Charlie! I wouldn't laugh at you over that. Hell, half the kids I live
with pee the bed every night. Only they don't wear diapers so they piss all
over the bed and anyone else who happens to be in it. I think you're
showing your usual maturity by wearing diapers so you don't make a mess.
Hell Charlie, I know kids 18 years old that wet the bed every night. That's
no big deal. PLEASE come out, and you can tell me all about it while I get
you ready for bed. PLEASE Charlie?"

The door opened a crack. "You mean it?" a broken voice said, "You really
don't think I'm some kinda baby?"
"Course not! I'm even a bit relieved in a way. I was beginning to think you
were some kinda perfect robot or something. You can do anything, you
know everything, you're just so... well, perfect! But now you're NOT
perfect! You're human! You got problems just like the rest of us. I think
it's awesome! Now come on, get on the bed and I'll help ya. After what
happened in the machine shed, I'd be honored that you'd trust me to put a
diaper on you."

Slowly the door opened wider and Charlie emerged. He seemed to have
gotten even smaller. To Andy he looked almost young enough to be
perfectly normal in diapers. Instinctively he knew that Charlie was about to
make a major concession by humiliating himself in this way. How could
anyone so young, so small, be so mature? But then it was his nature,
wasn't it? There was a problem and an obvious solution; a solution that
few boys would accept. But to Charlie it made perfect sense.

Charlie lay on his back on the bed. "You don't use the changing table?"
Andy questioned.
"Mom likes me to use it when I'm wet," Charlie answered, "But the bed's
just as easy when I'm first puttin' the diaper on. But I can use the table if
you like."
"We'll use it in the morning when I help you out of them, ok?"
"I can get 'em off by myself. But I have trouble gettin' the dry ones tight.
Sometimes I get so wet I need a change in the night. That's when we use
the table."
"Ok. But call me, not your mom, ok? I really don't mind, and your mom
could probably use the rest."

Charlie nodded and lifted his behind, then slowly started to push his boxers
down. Andy gulped and brushed Charlie's hands away, then took the shorts
and slid them down. They glided over his hips and down his legs and
dropped to the floor. His little buddy, the kid he admired so much, was
lying on the bed in front of him stark naked. Andy had been afraid of this
moment, for fear he would have a repeat of Thursday's performance and
freeze from... from whatever had happened then. But there was no such
reaction tonight. He was unquestionably regarding the most beautiful sight
he'd ever seen, but it was just that: regarding a beautiful creature.

"There should be some powder on the table." Charlie remarked. "Mom
likes to make sure I get lots of powder, but I'll do that if you'd rather."
"Just lie there and relax," Andy soothed, "I'll do it." And do it he did. He
took the large can of baby powder and sprinkled it all over Charlie's
abdomen and groin, then gently, gingerly, he began to spread it around
with both hands. Charlie's skin was so soft it was like velvet, but the
muscles underneath were firm and strong. Charlie smiled slightly and Andy
sighed. His hands touched the tiny penis and both boys gasped, but Charlie
lay perfectly still as Andy handled it, making sure it was well powdered.
Further down Andy grasped the tiny testicles in their sac, which seemed to
him not nearly as tiny as he'd expected. Charlie jumped and grunted.

"Did that hurt?" Andy asked with concern.
"Yeah, a little." Charlie answered. "They get pretty sore sometimes. Mom
took me to the doctor but he says that's normal for my age. He said they're
probably startin' to grow, and sometimes they get sore when that
happens." Andy didn't claim to be any sort of expert, but he certainly
didn't remember his own testicles being sore as they grew... at least not as
sore as Charlie's seemed to be. But then what did he know?

"So how long have you been doing this?" Andy asked. "I mean, have you
always needed diapers at night?"
"No," Charlie answered. He was getting used to having someone else
know his secret, and the feeling was agreeing with him. "It started when I
was about 8 I think. I just started having accidents, and they started to
happen more and more till mom asked me if I'd wear diapers so I wouldn't
mess up the bed so bad. I didn't want to at first, but she kept at me and
finally I agreed to try it. It's real hard to explain but that first time she put
the diaper on me I felt so... I dunno, so... safe, so clean and cuddly. I didn't
tell her then, but I liked the feel. Then when I woke up in the night all wet,
but still diapered, it felt really neat. I thought like man, I just wet myself,
but the bed's still dry! So I went back to sleep and didn't wake up till
morning. But there's something else..."

Andy began to reassure Charlie as he slid the soft thick diaper under him,
but Charlie was talking a mile a minute now and seemingly needed no
encouragement. "I've got so I like it so much," he went on, "I usually wear
them in the evening too, like after work or school. I dunno why, but it just
feels so kinda secure, like when I'm in a diaper I got nothing in the world
to worry about. I guess I'm just weird."
"You're not weird, Charlie!" Andy argued as he pinned one side and pulled
the other side tight. "In a way I'm kinda jealous. But doesn't your mom
mind? I mean wearing them when you don't have to?"
"No, she don't mind. She says as long as I get enjoyment from wearin' 'em
that I must need 'em. She's a pretty cool mom."

Andy had to agree with Charlie on that one and did so as he snapped the
second pin in place and pulled the plastic pants up. He found to his
astonishment that Charlie's attractiveness in boxer shorts paled compared
to how he looked in diapers. They were very thick, and the fabric was very
bulky, so that they strained slightly against the plastic pants, making a
sizable bulge around his mid section. Andy couldn't understand why, but
he thought it was about as cute a sight as he'd ever seen. Charlie, on the
other hand, was back in his refuge. He was safe again, and warm, and the
boy he cared so much about was looking at him, indeed had put the diaper
on him! At that moment Charlie was about as happy as he'd ever been.
Without thinking he sat up and threw his arms around Andy. "Thanks,
man," he whispered, "And thanks for being so cool about it."
"I told you, man," Andy answered, "I just might get you to put a pair on
me sometime, just to see what it's like."
"It's a deal," Charlie said excitedly, "Now let's go down and watch some
TV, ok?"

When Karen and Dennis walked in, the boys were still on the couch with
the TV blaring. They were both asleep, with Charlie, still wearing only his
diaper, curled up contentedly with his head, in fact his entire upper body, in
Andy's lap. When they walked in Andy's eyes snapped open. "I guess he
told you." Karen remarked.
"Yes ma'am," Andy whispered. "Poor lil guy was so scared I'd reject him
he took a long time to get it out."
"He thinks a lot of you." Dennis commented.
"No more than I think of him," Andy answered, "I think he's the most
incredible person I've ever known."
"He's a pretty great little guy," Dennis agreed. Karen slid her hand inside
the diaper. "He's soaked!" she exclaimed, "I'll have to change him before
we put him to bed."
"Let Andy do it," Charlie mumbled sleepily, "Please?"

Charlie's parents looked at Andy questioningly. If anything had happened,
there was certainly no indication of it in his face. So Dennis lifted his son
easily off the couch and carried him upstairs, depositing him on the
changing table. Andy was astonished to see that, just as Charlie had said,
his parents had no problem whatsoever with their son wearing - and using -
a diaper. So Andy set to work changing the sleeping boy's soaked diaper.
Karen stayed close by to make sure he was amply cleaned and powdered,
but she needn't have bothered. Andy was as anxious to do it right as
Karen.

"There's one thing I don't understand." Andy said as he set about to
change the sleeping boy's diaper. "Can't they find any reason for his
bedwetting?"
"They think they know," Karen answered. "They say it's common, nothing
to worry about, he'll grow out of it, all those sorts of answers. I think
they're crazy, but I can't convince anybody. And since Charlie doesn't
seem to mind it's easy to just live with it. But in the back of my mind I
can't help thinking there's something else wrong. I'll keep trying, but I
don't want to get paranoid about it and I certainly don't want to make
Charlie paranoid."
"Makes sense," Andy agreed as he finished his task and lifted Charlie off
the table and placed him in bed. "Night angel." Karen whispered as she
kissed his forehead, and Dennis did the same. Charlie smiled contentedly in
his sleep, grunted once and turned over, burrowing his head into the pillow.
He looked so incredibly peaceful that Andy felt the urge to kiss him too.
"Go ahead," Dennis said as if reading his mind. So he kissed the back of
Charlie's head, the only part now exposed, and then reluctantly went down
the hall to his own room. He was followed closely by Karen, in spite of her
husband's objections.

"Please don't feel offended," Karen said as she and Andy sat on his bed.
"Naw," he answered, I was kinda expecting you. Guess when you've been
a foster kid as long as I have you learn to expect to be in the middle of any
trouble that's around."
"You're not in trouble, Andy! No one is that I know of. But you have to
understand that Charlie is our son, and we will never allow him to be hurt if
we can help it. I just wanted to know..."
"You wanted to know what happened tonight." Andy interjected somewhat
bitterly, "You were afraid of what I did to your son."
"In a word, yes. You have to understand, Andy, we don't know you, and
Charlie is..."
"Charlie is your son. I do understand that. I also understand he's the most
intelligent kid I've ever known, and the sweetest. I could never hurt him."
"I know that, Andy. But sometimes... well, sometimes we have different
ideas about what's hurt and what's not."

Andy was trying very hard to see Karen's point of view. He WAS her son,
and he knew how much he envied Charlie for having someone who cared
about him so much. "Mrs. Conner," he said squarely as he started to cool
off, "Nothing happened between Charlie and me. I helped him get ready for
bed, then we went downstairs and watched TV, just where you found us."
"But... we think Charlie might... Dennis thinks he might be..."
"If you're trying to tell me you think he might be gay, I have to admit I've
wondered too. But I don't plan to do anything to find out any time soon."
"Are you, Andy? Are you gay?"
"I don't honestly know. I think I might be. I find Charlie extremely
attractive, but I don't honestly know if it's just that he's such a fantastic
kid, or there's more. No one has ever affected me like Charlie. But please
believe me, I'm not into fooling around with young kids, male or female.
I've seen enough of it and how it messes up the kids. I know better, Mrs.
Conner. When he is older, I dunno. But for now he's like a little brother
and I would do anything to protect him."
"Call me... uh... Mom. Please?"

That invitation was too much for Andy. He threw his arms around Karen
and began to cry. "I love Charlie!" he sobbed, "I do know that I love him. I
just don't know where that love is going. I only know he's wormed his way
into my heart and I can't do anything about it."
"He seems to have that effect on people." she mused. "But what about the
diapers? Doesn't that make a difference? Did he tell you that he likes
wearing them even when he's not in bed?"
"Yes, he told me."
"What he probably didn't tell you is that he really has no choice. He is
pretty well incontinent. I believe it's from the pains he has, but he refuses
to admit that."
"I don't care. No, that's not true, I DO care. I love changing him. I don't
know why, but I do. I think he's adorable in his diapers. And he's not
doing anyone any harm. But you need to know as far as I'm concerned it's
not a sexual thing, it's just the way things are. I don't think it's sexual with
Charlie either. He doesn't understand it, but he says it makes him feel
good, and if I can make him feel good that way, what's the harm?"
"You're right, Andy. So let's just leave it at that. But please, if something
more develops, please don't hurt him."

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