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Close Encounters

by Danny

 

 

 

~ Seventh Encounter ~

School started back up in the fall and it was great to see all my old friends that lived to far away to see each other during the summer. As for the close encounters, I had not seen any diapered boys since I returned home from camp and it wasn't for lack of looking on my part either. The only way I kept myself from missing Buz so much was to slip down the baby isles at the stores just to ogle the packages and check out the different kinds of diapers like Pampers, Huggies, Pull-Ups and GoodNites. I never really knew just how many different kinds there were for all different aged kids.

Finally, one day, when mom and me were at the drug store, I saw this boy that looked like he was about my age. He came walking in with his mom and he didn't look happy at all. Normally, I would have not thought anything about his bad mood, but something about the boy had caught my eye and I decided I needed to follow him. I asked my mom if I could go look at the toys. The drug store had an isle of cheap trash toys, you know the kind that break after two days, but they were still fun to look at. Except this time, I had no intention of going to the toys isle. Mom said yes and I was off in a flash. It was hard to follow the boy and not look like I was following him.

He was walking behind his mom as she went down each isle, picking up different items as she went. He was looking at the floor and shuffling his feet, looking so pitiful. If Bruce, the school bully had seen him, he probably would have said something like, "Somebody call a Waaaabulance!" or something as equally thoughtless and insensitive.

When he and his mom turned down the diaper isle, he suddenly got a look of fear and total embarrassment on his face. He turned white as a sheet and froze to the spot. His mother turned around, gave him a look and said, "Get your little butt over here right now or I swear to God that I will pull your pants down right here in this store and spank your bare butt for everyone to see."

If it was possible, the boy looked even more freighted and he slowly walked over to his mother. When he was within reaching distance, she snatched his arm and gave him two strong swats on his bottom. From the sound of it, he wasn't wearing a diaper just then because I could hear the smacking sound of her hand against his fleshy bottom. It was all that he could take and the tears started to roll.

His mother let go of his arm and said, "Go ahead and cry. Since you wet your bed like a baby, you might as well act like one too."

And with that, she took a big package of pampers off the shelf and pushed them into his arms. "You can carry these all the way home." She sneered. I felt so bad for the boy and I felt equally as much hatred for his mother for the way she was humiliating him in public. That whole time, I had been standing just at the end of the isle where I could see everything, but to them, it looked like I was looking at the items on the end shelf, which were some sort of foot soaking tubs with motors on them. The boy and his mother went to the checkout and I went and found my mom. She was picking up her prescriptions and was just about ready to go too.

I learned a lot from watching that boy and his mother. I learned that, no one should be made to feel bad about wearing diapers or for wetting their pants.

Less than a month later, I saw that same boy again, but this time, it was at the park. I wanted to go say something to him, but I thought better of it. I didn't want to embarrass him more so I just watched him playing Frisbee with an older kid who was probably his brother and then I left and went home. That wouldn't be the last I would see of him.

 

~ Eighth Encounter ~

 

Somewhere around the middle of the school year when everything is kind of moving at a crawl, each school day is torture unto itself. I had my next and arguably best close encounter. It is one that led to a friendship that still exists today.

I got held back in reading by my teacher because she wanted to talk to me about my lack of effort recently. By the time I got to the boys locker room to change into my gym shorts, most everyone was already dressed and up in the gym. I say most everyone because, there was still one boy in the locker room when I got there. He was sitting in his regular clothes, just sitting on the bench that stretched between the two rows of lockers. He was staring at the floor. It was obvious that he had been crying.

At that moment, I wasn't thinking about diapers or anything, I was just thinking about getting changed and getting upstairs to the gym as fast as possible, but when I saw that he was still crying, I had to see if he was ok.

I walked over to him and asked, "Uh, are you alright?"

He just sniffled and said, "Leave me alone!"

I thought for a second about going back up to the gym and getting our gym teacher but then I decided not to. I just went over and started to change. He was maybe five feet away and still crying while I stripped to my underwear and socks. I opened my gym locker, stuffed my clothes in and pulled out my gym shorts, which were starting to get a bit ripe. I made a mental note to remember to take them home today and let mom wash them. I kept glancing at the kid while I pulled on my shorts and sat down on the bench to put my gym shoes on. He was still crying but he was trying not to let me see his face.

That was all I could take. I couldn't go up to the gym and leave him down here crying, so I turned to him and said, "Listen, I know you probably don't want my help, but I can't just leave you here like this. Please tell me, what's wrong?"

"What do you care?" he barked, stood up and made like he was going to leave. Then he stopped and starting crying again with his back to me.

I pushed my foot into my second shoe and started to stand up as I looked back over at him. I realized for the first time what it was that he was crying about. The place where he had been sitting was wet and a quick glance at his backside showed where the wet spot came from.

Without thinking, I said, "Did you pee your pants?"

The words were out before I knew it. I wanted so badly to grab them from the air and shove them back down my own throat, but it was too late.

He turned to me and with a surprising amount of anger, he screeched, "And I suppose you want to laugh at me too? Maybe call me names? Go ahead! Call me `baby' or `diaper boy'. Go ahead, there's no teachers here to get you into trouble!"

He was both crying and viably angry.

I was still not completely standing and I let myself sit back down on the bench. I let out a heavy sigh before I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like it sounded."

I sighed again, "Were the guys giving you a hard time earlier?"

"No way, they were patting me on the back and congratulating me for pissing myself! What the #$@% do you think?" He was still exploding with anger.

"I'm Max, Max Riddle, and if you want, you can wear my school pants out of here."

That took the wind right out of his sails and I could see the anger flush right out of him, but he just stood there in silence.

"Listen, take off your wet clothes and go shower real fast. Then you can put on my clothes and get the heck out of here before the guys come back." I said.

"What?" is all he could say, and it came out broken and high pitched.

"Listen, if you stay down here much longer, the guys will just come back down and bully you some more. I am offering you a way out!" I stood back up and faced him.

"But what will you wear?" he asked.

"I'm going to take your clothes and rinse them out in the sink. Then I'll wear them out of here. No one will think to look at me and I should be able to get past everyone un-noticed. Hopefully, they'll dry during Social Studies class." I laid out my plan for him, but also for myself since I was winging all of this.

"You're crazy! You're going to put on my pants that I peed in?" He was really reeling from my offer.

I started pulling my shoes and shorts back off again and answered, "Yes! Now strip!"

This time, I stripped all the way to my birthday suite except for my socks, "By the way, what's your name?" I asked.

He finally started stripping, slowly at first but then faster, "Mark!" he said rather excitedly.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. "They'll be coming down here in about 15 minutes, so you best go run to the shower fast while I go rinse your pants."

Mark ran to the showers bare naked while I, wearing only my socks, ran to the sink and soaked the pants completely, ringing them out several times.

When I got back to my gym locker, Mark was just coming back from the shower and I saw his hair wasn't wet.

"That was good thinking, not getting your hair wet. Now here, put these on." I said as I passed him my underwear.

He gave me a funny look, then put them on and then my pants as well.

He put his shirt back on since the edge of it was just a bit damp. The he tucked it into my pants that he was now wearing and tightened up the belt.

I slipped my gym shorts back on. Then I put on his pants that were a bit heavy from the water and I felt the wetness through my shorts almost immediately.

"Whoa, that's cold!" I exclaimed. Then I pulled my gym t-shirt on followed by my regular shirt over that.

"Why are you putting on both shirts?" he asked.

"To help keep me warm in Social Studies." I said.

"Oh yeah, that's good thinking." He said as he smiled at me for the first time.

I sat down to put my shoes on again and felt the cold really hit my bottom. I realized that there was little chance that his pants would dry while setting in class, but it was too late. I was committed now.

"Hey, how come I've never seen you around before?" I asked.

"We just moved here last week." Mark said while tying his shoes.

"We don't have any classes together do we?" I remarked.

"Yeah. Actually, I'm in your Math class and gym too of course."

I didn't say anything, but I was surprised that he had been in the class for a week now and I didn't have any idea how I could have not known it. Then it hit me that on Monday of last week, I had come in late cause I had to go to the dentist to get a cavity filled and that is probably when the teacher introduced him to everyone.

Once we were both dressed, we agreed to meet after school at the jungle gym and we would figure out what to do from there. I told him to go out first and act like nothing was wrong and don't stop for anyone or anything. I told him to just keep walking till he was out of everyone's site. Then I explained that I would wait about five minutes and then I would come out and run like the wind so everyone would be less likely to see that I had on wet pants.

Well, the plan worked great, except I ended up with a cold for about 4 days and still had to come to school. Mark and I did meet up at the jungle gym after school and we decided to go to his house to swap our pants back again. Mark and I became the best of friends from that day on. We always wore each other's clothes and when we slept at each other's house, we would sleep in the same bed together. Once we both got too big for that, it was more comfortable to crash in sleeping bags on our bedroom floors.

Did Mark have a regular wetting problem? Yes, he sure did. He not only wet every night, but he also had several accidents at school. Even so, he and I were able to keep everyone from knowing about it.

 

~ Ninth Encounter ~

 

As it turned out, a couple of the guys that had been picking on Mark that day in the locker room were good friends of mine, but when they found out I was hanging out with Mark, they started picking on me for a few weeks. However, soon they lost interest in both of us. All except for Steven, he seemed to delight in calling the two of us names whenever he saw us for about a month after I rescued Mark.

One day, I happened to come into the restroom in between classes and surprise; there was Steven, all by himself, standing in front of a urinal. And what was even better was, he didn't see me come in. I snuck right up behind him, and with my whole body, I pushed him into the urinal and pulled the flush handle. Steven got completely soaked down his front. I didn't bother to stick around either; I let go of Steven and ran for the door. I still needed to pee but I figured I could wait until after class. I never did hear how Steven got away with no one finding out about that or seeing him soaked, but he also never bothered Mark or me again.

 

~ Tenth Encounter ~

 

Like I said, Mark and I became the best of friends, and I did my best to help him deal with his problem. Before I met Mark, he didn't wear any sort of protection for his wetting problem. After a few weeks, I convinced him to ask his parents for some GoodNites. I had told him all about my best friend Buz from camp the previous summer and after he started using the GoodNites at night, he started wearing them to school, just in case, and they sure saved him on several occasions.

Mark tried to talk me into wearing one of his GoodNites one night when we were camping out in his back yard, but I didn't do it. I did end up sleeping that night in just my yellow and red briefs while Mark slept only in his GoodNites. I often wondered what would have happened if his parents or big sister had stuck their heads in our tent that night.

Mark and I still hang out all the time. Recently though, he has been sitting around and moping at home because he fell while skateboarding and broke his left elbow and sprained his right wrist. He can't even go to the bathroom by himself right now. He needs someone to pull his pants down and up for him and he has to have someone wipe his butt too. I admit that I have helped him with his pants, but I told him there is no way I am wiping his dirty butt. His mom is the one that usually ends up doing that for him. Meeting Mark and becoming good friends was great but it didn't stop me from looking for those close encounters. Mark is the only person I have ever confided in about my fixation and he is more than cool with it.

 

~ Eleventh Encounter ~

 

I had another close encounter near the end of the school year. It was brief but memorable. I had been growing pretty fast that year and all of my pants were getting tight on me, so mom had taken me clothes shopping. We went to this outlet store. I had never been to one of these stores, but it was pretty cool. The dressing room, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired. It was a big room with a cold plastic bench that went around three of the walls. There were no dividers and only a curtain over the doorway that, when pulled back, anyone in the store could see into the room. Mom gave me four pairs of pants to try on, so I went into the dressing room. There was a boy already in there trying on clothes too. He looked to be about 14, maybe 15 but was still kind of on the small side. I didn't pay him too much attention until he pulled down his pants and I saw that he had on a regular diaper like little babies wear. He kept his back to me the entire time we were in there. For some reason, I didn't try to hide the fact that I was watching him. I took my time trying on my pants so that I could watch him as much as possible. Eventually, he was done, got dressed and just before he left, he turned around, smiled a big smile at me and walked out of the curtain. I sat stunned for a moment then quickly put my clothes back on and went back to the sales floor, hoping to see him still there but I was too late.

 

~ Twelfth Encounter ~

 

I recently saw the boy from the drug store again, the boy whose mother was so mean to him. I saw him shortly after school let out that year. I was at Radio Shack with my dad and I had gone to look at the electronic keyboards. I had wanted a keyboard for about a year and I drooled over them every chance I got. I thought dad was just about done when the sales guy started to talk to dad about a new cell phone. My dad has got to have the newest and best phone available and the guys at Radio Shack know it. So, since I knew we were going to be a while, I decided to go look at their radio controlled cars and that is when I ran into him again. He was looking at the cars too, and this time, I got to strike up a conversation with him. I learned that his name was Sean and his dad was buying them a new computer. I looked over to the computers and saw who I thought must be his dad. He was a very big man and I don't mean with muscles. Sean said, he had a radio-controlled truck at home that he got for Christmas and that he wanted to get one that was really fast. I managed to work my way past him to the other side of the shelf and I just happened to bump him a bit, just enough to find that he was indeed wearing a diaper. He didn't seem to realize what I did because he just went on talking about the different cars and which ones did what tricks.

There was a sweet car on the bottom shelf that came with three different body shells and interchangeable tires. I squatted down and was looking at it while also looking to see any of the tell-tale signs that he really was padded when I caught the smell of urine. Don't ask me why, because I still don't know, but that sort of excited me. I so badly wanted to reach out and touch him but I was just too scared. Just about then, Dad called for me and we left. I had many a dream filled night about Sean for a while after that encounter. As fate would have it, it still would not be the last time I would see him.

 

~ Thirteenth Encounter ~

 

After meeting Sean, I had a bit of a lull in my encounters. It was about nine or ten months later before I would have my next close encounter. The house that is across the street from ours had been empty for over a year. I remember hearing my parents talk about how the man that used to live there had died and the house was stuck in some legal red tape, so it couldn't be sold.

One day, I was coming back home from the park where I had been riding my bike and trying to pop wheelies, which I wasn't too good at, I saw a moving truck in front of the house.

Mom, my sister and I ended up going over later that day to welcome the new buyers to the neighborhood and I got to meet their son, who was my age. He had hair so blonde that it looked almost white when the sun hit it just right, and it was all combed straight back, making him look like a pint-sized mafia goon. His name was David, he also had really pale skin, I mean really pale, like a sheet of copy paper. He turned out to be an unusually quite kid and really super shy. I didn't find out why until about a month later. I was just coming home from my friend Mark's house and saw he was setting out on the front steps. I asked if I could go over to play until dinnertime and mom let me. Like I said, David was shy and quiet but he was still a pretty nice guy. When I got across the street, I made my way up the steps and sat down next to him. He looked a little bummed and was just staring down at his feet.

"Hey David, what's up?" I asked as I sat down and gave his shoulder a bit of a push like I was trying to push him over.

He didn't answer, so I pressed the issue a bit. "Why are you just setting here?"

He looked over at me and his eyes looked glassy, more than those pale blue eyes of his normally did. He looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"Uh, you ok?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder.

He still didn't answer and went back to looking at his feet again. Then he started to cry quietly to himself. I didn't say anything else. I just left my hand on his shoulder and let him cry. We sat there for about five or six minutes until his dad pulled into the driveway. When David saw his dad, he got up and ran inside.

The next day, David, Mark and I were all walking home together and joking around a bit. In the back of my mind, I was still wondering what had been wrong with David the previous day, but I didn't bring it up. About halfway home, we reached Mark's street. We said goodbye and he ran up the hill as David and I continued toward home. David seemed to be in a better mood and in his quiet way, was having fun just joking and talking about school and stuff. When we turned the corner onto our street, we both saw it at the same time. Hanging out of his bedroom window was a white sheet with an obvious pee stain in the middle of it. I looked at David and could see the horror in his face. He gave me one glance and took off running for his house. I stood there for a few moments, not believing that his parents could do something like that to him. More importantly, I couldn't believe that I had a friend that wet the bed and lived right across the street from me.

As I resumed walking toward my house, I briefly saw David's face in his window as he pulled the sheet in and then closed the window and curtains. Being that I had an infatuation with diapers, this whole scene was replaying over and over in my mind as I reached my front door. I stopped, turned around, and that is when it hit me. Yesterday, when David and I were setting on the steps in front of his house, when his dad had arrived home and David had turned to run into the house, I had heard the sound of a diaper crinkling but it had not registered in my mind just then. Unfortunately, David was so horrified by the experience that he would have nothing to do with me after that. If he was outside and we saw each other, he would run into his house. If I saw him at school, he would turn and go the other way. About six months later, David's parents split up and David went to live with his mom in Minnesota.

 

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