Chapter 2

It had been early June when Hudson and Tim first met, early July when Tim adopted Hudson, and now, almost exactly another month has passed. It is early August, and Tim had just enrolled Hudson into the closest school to their house, after checking all over at every school that there was a teacher or a teachers aid who knew sign language and for what reason, but there was no one to be had, and since Tim wanted Hudson to have the best schooling possible, he arranged for someone himself.

Their sign language course had just ended, and the results were astounding, Hudson picked it up far faster than Tim did, but, by the end of the course, they were both fully fluent, and it works perfectly. Tim still always has his tablet with them when they go out, so that when they are in the car, they can talk and Hudson can see and retain what was said. It is not always perfect, but it is certainly far better.

Hudson has been incredibly happy every day since he got his daddy, and they tell each other all time how much they love each other. Hudson is an incredibly bright and inquisitive young man, and Tim wonders if being in grade one really is the best place for Hudson, because he reads almost flawlessly, and knows a shit load more than most any other kid his age.

Over the past month, amongst their other duties, they had visited several museums and other such places, often traveling most of the day to get there and back, and Hudson always loved this as much. They even took a few two or even three day trips and stayed in hotels. He loves it every bit as much as Tim does in fact.

Almost every night, Hudson also plays after his loving daddy puts him to bed, and there is rarely a morning during his soggy baby bum change that Tim does not find a toy buried inside his cute little baby bum. Hudson happily admits that he enjoys using all his toys, and is now more often than not using the larger of the two bath torpedoes inside himself, though he claims the smaller one is still more comfortable for sleeping with, Tim agrees.

During the last month as well, Tim and Hudson had had a few appointments with Hudson's doctors, he has three different specialists for his issues, and then his pediatrician, and Tim found out all that was not put into the ministry reports, for a shocking amount was not included.

Hudson's first specialist is the spinal cord specialist, who says that Hudson's spine had been damaged during the accident, severing some nerves, clearly that of his bladder and his right foot, but also a few others, but that they are not really all that important, but does explain why Hudson has little feeling in certain places. He said that Hudson had been in the hospital for damn near a year, he had officially died three times in the first week after the accident, had been in a coma for almost six months, and with the brain trauma that he had received, they had feared that he would have been more severely affected than he had been. Thankfully though his memory was the only thing really affected, and that doctor was astounded at how easily Tim was able to figure that out and bypass it almost instantly.

Tim was told all the exercises that he is supposed to do with Hudson's foot to ensure that it retains good blood flow, something that Hudson says he does not recall any of the families ever doing with him, even though he knows that the doctor had shown them, even the doctor had said he had had that same conversation with at least two other people. Tim was warned that every so often the brace would need to be remade, which is due about Christmas time again, due to Hudson growing of course, how much it costs, and that it would be life long, since there is no way currently to reattach the nerves. The damage is right at the spinal cord, so any work there could do far more damage than benefit, and no one is willing to do it, not to repair a few things that are of no real life threatening issue.

Hudson's occupational specialist who was supposed to try and help him learn to remember things was shocked at learning just how easily Tim had done so, and when asked how he had thought of it, he just admitted that he talked to Hudson, learned how he remembered things, and then tried things from there, and that sign language had just been a shot in the dark, but that it has worked flawlessly. It was deemed that his help was no longer needed, but encouraged them to still always speak, so as to try and train Hudson's memory, to which Tim said they had already decided that together anyway.

His last specialist, a urologist, said that there is nothing that he can do to help Hudson regain his ability to pee in a toilet, and though he had offered catheters and leg bags, that so far Hudson had point blank refused such a thing, to which Tim said that they had already talked this over, and that when and if Hudson desires to try it, they will do so. Tim was told what to do to try and keep Hudson's bladder healthy considering it cannot flush itself, and of course Tim already knows all this with having the same issue.

Their final appointment was with Hudson's pediatrician, who said that other than Hudson's other issues, that he is in amazingly good health, that he has never been brought in for any reason, other than his periodic checkups. He has had all his immunizations, he is on absolutely no medications, he is right in the dead centre of perfect in range of both height and weight for his age, his eyesight and hearing are perfect, he has the perfect amount of fat left on him still, and other than already being able to read exceptionally well for his age, he is right where he is supposed to be in all other aspects.

All in all, both are happy with all this, and Tim is now helping Hudson to properly exercise his foot every day. They do get lots of exercise as well though, because they go out and walk almost every day somewhere, sometimes a lot of walking. They are really enjoying their time together.

During their down time, Tim still writes something most every day, and while Hudson often comes and reads over his shoulder, sometimes just standing there for an hour or so with his head laying on his loving daddy's shoulder reading, his little arms wrapped lovingly, or maybe possessively around his daddy's chest, most of the time he is off on his computer reading something himself. He loves to read and learn things, though he also loves the naughty websites. Tim just laughed the first time he caught Hudson watching a video of four men diaper fucking hard, and also laughed when he caught Hudson on Nifty reading particularly steamy gay diaper love story, but told him that he had enjoyed the story already as well.

Tim's previous book is in the final stages of editing, and he has been requested to go and see his editor. The only problem is, it is a four hour drive there, then it takes two to three days of full time work while he is there, and then another four hour drive home. He has no idea what to do with Hudson. So talked it over with him.

“I could come with you?” He suggested.

“Yeah, and I thought of that, but you'd be bored to tears all day, and I'd haveta find a daycare that'd take you while I'm working.”

“Oh. I can't just stay with you?”

“Afraid not Baby.”

“Nuts.”

“There's a young man down the street that I happen to know knows sign language, because his dad's deaf. I think he's fifteen, I could see if he'd be willing to come stay with you and watch over you.”

“Could we maybe meet first, to see if he won't hate me 'cause I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover?”

“That'd probably be a good idea, but I don't think it'll be necessary to tell him that, just that you need diapers.”

“True. When do you haveta go then?”

“I need to be there on next Monday.”

“Today's Tuesday, right.”

“Yes.”

“So, in six days then.”

“Exactly, though I'll haveta leave Sunday afternoon.” Tim said, ruffling his hair.

They had been working on math, since Hudson is already so good at reading, and this too he seems to really enjoy.

“Do you even know him?” Hudson asked.

“We've met, we've even talked a little, but he seems to be really nice. Why don't we take a walk over there right now and talk to him and his dad.”

“He doesn't have a mom?”

“No. Never asked why, but I've never seen a woman there.”

“You think his dad's gay then?” Hudson asked curiously.

“No, actually I don't, I'm pretty sure he's straight.”

“Oh. I suppose we needta get dressed then, huh.”

“We probably should. Walking a kilometer down the road in nothing but soggy baby diapers and smiles probably isn't the best.” Tim laughed.

“Wish I could though.” Hudson muttered under his breath, not signing it, but Tim heard it anyway.

“I know, you're such a diaper lover that you'd never care about that either, would you?”

“No.” He grinned.

“Yeah, me neither really. Still, we shouldn't, others wouldn't understand, and they could and probably would cause us troubles. For some stupid reason, some people think we're freaks just 'cause we like diapers. Sure, we both need them, but I've met many others, all online mind you, that don't need them at all, but love them every bit as much as we do.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said sadly.

After getting dressed, they took the nice walk to where they needed to go. When they arrived, they explained to both father and son what they were in need of, and both were surprised to see that Tim knows sign language, so that had to be told why, and of course who Hudson is and why he was adopted. They asked the young man to come and spend the day with them tomorrow, so that he and Hudson could get to know each other. Tim told him how much he would pay, and he was very happy with that, and said that he would be happy to do so, and they arranged to have him come over.

On their walk back home, Hudson talked excitedly.

“Wow, he's cute, and I think he's totally gay, but I don't agree, I think his daddy is too. I wonder if his dad knows his son's gay or not?”

“I think I agree with your observation that he's gay, but, there's to be no raping the boy, in fact, no sex with him at all. It's insanely illegal for you to do that with him, and he'd get in more trouble than you can imagine if you do what that hard little diapered dinky of yours is telling you to do to and for him. He'd probably even enjoy it, in fact, I know he would, but don't put him in that position please.”

“Nuts. I so totally woulda sucked him dry and offered him my gay baby boy pussy.”

“I know, I saw the look, and I think he did as well.” Tim laughed.

“I thought you did, I saw how you looked at me.” Hudson giggled cutely.

“Just remember to control yourself.”

“It'll be hard.”

“It already is, but you're in control of you, not your little cocklett.”

“No kidding.” He said, while patting his hard little diapered dick.

Tim just laughed.

For the rest of the day, they hung around in nothing but their soggy diapers, enjoying the day together. At bedtime, Hudson fucked himself silly with visions of both his daddy and the pretty boy down the street fucking him silly. One on either end, trading places after every cum. He lost count at seven orgasms, his best to date, and Tim did have to replace his diaper tonight, because Hudson had pretty near destroyed it, so it had had to be changed out almost completely. Tim had thought it quite hot to hear how many times Hudson had went off, a total of nine impressive sounding orgasms, and yes, he did hear Hudson call out both his and the boy from down the street names during a couple of them as well.

Just after breakfast and soggy baby bum changes were taken care of, and they were both dressed, the doorbell rang, and Hudson happily ran to the door and whipped it open, and was already talking to him before Tim made it there.

“Thanks for coming Trey, it's good to see you?”

“Thanks. So, what are we gonna do today?”

“Oh, please always sign as you talk with Hudson in the room. He has almost zero memory retention if you just speak, hence the reason for learning sign language, like we said yesterday.”

“Oops, sorry, forgot. I only usually haveta sign at home or if I'm with my dad.”

“That's okay. Hudson will usually remind you as well. As for what we're gonna do, well, we're gonna sit and talk and get to know each other, and then we'll go out and do something. So, let's go sit.”

Once seated, Tim and Hudson told Trey about themselves, and while he was surprised to find out that both had to wear diapers, which was the reason for Tim adopting Hudson in the first place, he said that this did not bother him. Tim asked if he would be okay with changing Hudson's diapers, because he cannot do so properly himself quite yet, though he probably could if he had to. Trey claimed that he will not have a problem with it, but that he has never changed a diaper in his life, so will have to learn. This will not be a problem he was told, because Hudson will need a soggy baby bum change after lunch. Hudson even admitted that he sleeps in a crib still, and sometimes even likes baby bottles, baby soothers, and even some baby clothes every so often. Trey grinned at this and said that he would like to see that, and that Hudson really is just a cute little five year old baby boy, isn't he. They could see that Trey was not teasing him, and in fact this fact seemed to turn him on, because they can tell just how hard he is in his pants.

After lunch, Trey was taught how to change Hudson, and he did a very good job, and only blushed lightly from seeing Hudson so hard, but thankfully Hudson did not cum. Tim is already thinking that he will have to sit Trey down and tell him that the two of them simply cannot have sex, even though he suspects that Hudson will soundly ignore that the second he is gone and once he is hard. He knows that Trey will deny all, and claim that he would never, but he can see from both boys that oh yeah, they would. Then again, Tim has to admit, that if Trey were legal age, he would so totally do him as well, if only he would wear a diaper and peepee it lots.

After getting changed himself, Tim took both boys out, and they had a good afternoon together, and it was agreed to have Trey come and spend the few days with Hudson and watch over him.

After Trey left, Tim once more told Hudson that he is absolutely not allowed to have sex with the seriously sexy, and incredibly gay boy. Hudson said he remembers, and when Tim asked him if he is going to ignore that demand the second he gets hard and they are alone, Hudson had to admit that he might. Tim laughed and said not might, will. Hudson blushed and giggled and admitted that his hard little cocklett is screaming at him to offer himself fully and completely to Trey and drain him, and keep him drained. Tim admitted that if Trey were legal age, that he would happily do the same.

“What's the legal age Daddy?”

“Sixteen for me. For you, though, you'd haveta have a boy pretty much the same age as you, within a year or so. Even then, people would still try and get someone in trouble, usually the elder of the boys, no matter who started it and if they both wanted it.”

“Really, that sucks. But, I think Trey's sixteen.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you haveta be sixteen to drive right, and they have an L sticker on their car, which means he's learning to drive.”

“Really, I never noticed that?”

“Yeah, I saw that, and I know that that L means that there's a new driver learning, and to be cautious.”

“Since it's just Trey and his dad, if there's an L on the car, then I'll haveta assume you're correct in that he's sixteen and learning.”

“So, if you got him into diapers, and he peepeed them lots and lots for you, would you diaper fuck him 'til neither of you could walk?” He giggled.

“Hell yeah, and watch your mouth and hands Baby.” Tim laughed.

“And I bet you want him to diaper fuck you and drain out completely inside you too, don't you.”

“Once more, hell yeah, and again, watch your mouth and hands, don't make me wash them with soap.”

“Already wash my hands with soap.” He grinned and giggled.

“Yeah, but I'll get your mouth as well.”

“Yeah, well, you do wanna, you wanna suck and fuck each other, and keep going 'til you can't go any more. I'd liketa too, but you're not letting me.” He pouted.

“That's right, I'm not.”

“Nuts.”

Though Tim is thinking that if Trey were willing, and if he really is sixteen, then he would certainly rock the hot boys world. He sees no reason to disbelieve Hudson though, the boy has amazingly good memory for things he sees, and he sees almost everything, so he trusts Hudson that Trey is sixteen. The only reason that Tim had thought Trey was fifteen was because he had known how old he had been when they moved in, but was not sure how long ago that was exactly.

To look at him, though, most would think he is fourteen, at the absolute oldest. He is still very short and young looking, and though he is well built and incredibly strong from playing hockey and doing martial arts, it still does not truly show. He has short cropped medium brown hair that has a slight curl to the end the longer he lets it get. He has intense brown eyes, and a ready smile. He still has a few light freckles on his nose and just under his eyes, his lips are nice and full and red naturally, his ears are even cute and fit him well. His nose is small and slightly flared, and he has a cute little cleft in his chin. Sadly Tim has never seen the boy without a shirt on, but when he is in shorts, as he was during their visit, his legs are very shapely and strong looking.

The next few days went by quickly, and before they knew it, it was Sunday, and Trey had been asked to come over for about ten AM, so that Tim could leave and make the long drive and arrive at a reasonable hour.

“Hey there Trey, how are you doing, you nervous to be spending pretty much four days here?” Tim asked.

“Nah, my dad's just down the road, so no worries there, and I've stayed alone several times now when he hasta go out. The longest time was a week. I don't mind.”

“That's good. Now, Hudson, I want you to go to your bedroom for a few minutes please, I needta talk to Trey alone.”

“Why?” He asked shrewdly, staring at his daddy.

“I think you know exactly why, now scoot.”

“Fine.”

They waited until Hudson was in his bedroom and the door closed.

“Now, what I'm about to say will likely embarrass you, but think nothing of it. While I'm certain of your sexuality, I don't care if you're gay or straight. Hudson, however, knows he's gay, and he admits it freely. He likes you, he's been dreaming of you, but I've told him that he's flat out not allowed to offer, or even take. The law's very clear on what'd happen to you, and you alone, should you crumble, and I don't want that for you. No, it wouldn't be me that got you in trouble, frankly I think that the law's retarded when it comes to what he wants, and if it were legal, I'd say fuck like bunnies 'til neither of you could walk. But, the law says that that can't happen, so, even though I've told him, and he understands, the first time he gets hard, he's gonna make the offer. Even though I'm reasonably certain I know how you feel about that, and yes, I saw the looks too, you can't take the bait, you may even haveta be firm with him. I'm sorry, this is a lot to take in, and believe me when I say, if it were allowed, we wouldn't be having this talk, but I don't want you to haveta be in that position.” Tim said, laying it fully and completely on the line for the stunning boy who blushed massively.

“You know?”

“Yes, but you think you knew from me as well, didn't you?”

“Yeah, for at least the last two years.”

“Hudson says that you're already sixteen, says he saw the learners mark on your dads car, and since I doubt he's just learning, that means you must be. When did you turn sixteen?”

“Not even a month ago, like three weeks.”

“So, now, sadly you're considered an adult in many ways, yet not others, and as such, if you were to do with Hudson what he wants, and I'm certain you'd more than likely enjoy it a great deal as well, you'd be in more trouble than you can hopefully imagine. Don't let his lower head convince your lower head that it'd be okay, even if just once. Just remember, they always have ways of knowing.”

“I'd never.”

“You maybe wouldn't, but don't tell me that your hot hard teen dick hasn't been begging you to run right to Hudson's bedroom right now and take what he'll freely give you!”

“Oh, um.” He said, looking down and confirming that his teen erection is in fact visible.

“No worries, it looks like you're packing a decent sized pants monster there. I'm guessing twelve to thirteen centimeters long, and probably about five or so around still.”

“Um, haven't measured myself in a while.” He said, blushing even more.

“Shame that. So, can you promise that, that you won't let him take what he wants?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“I promise I'll try, really hard.”

“Of that I have no doubts.” Tim said, looking pointedly at Trey's protruding crotch once more.

“Yeah.” He chuckled.

“Don't worry. Just try your best, let your top head do the thinking for you, and you'll be fine. Now, before I leave, is there anything you needta know?”

“Yeah, where do I sleep?”

“Oh yeah, in my bedroom. Let me show you.”

Tim led Trey to his bedroom, and it was painfully obvious the change table and the stacks of diapers. Tim had counted them that morning, because he wants to know just how curious Trey will be.

“Oh, you really do wear diapers as well?”

“Yeah, sorry, thought we told you already. That's the reason I adopted Hudson, I didn't want him to go through what I did when I was in foster care. It was horrible how they treated me, and it took a lot of therapy to fix it. Hope it doesn't bother you.”

“No, not at all, and you did, but.....” He stuttered and blushed, and then just stopped.

“It's okay. Well I should probably go say goodbye to my baby and head out. I'll be back either Wednesday or Thursday.”

“Okay.”

Tim headed to Hudson's bedroom and told him that it was time for him to go and when he expects to be back. They hugged and kissed and Hudson said he is going to miss his daddy lots and lots, Tim said he is going to miss his baby even more. Before too long though, he is on his way.

The drive was long and boring, and when Tim made it, he checked into his hotel and spent the evening in the pool, had dinner, and just stayed in. His meetings went well, and by the time they were done on Wednesday, his book was ready to be published. His editor had said that it is Tim's best, a historical thriller mystery that will hopefully sell very well. Thursday morning, as early as he could do so, Tim headed home to see his baby again, and to see if Trey had managed to hold off Hudson or not.

Almost as soon as the door was closed, Hudson started stripping down to just his soggy diaper. Trey asked him what he is doing, and he said that he is just way more comfortable in just his soggy diaper, and would rather that, or sometimes his cute baby clothes. He then asked for a bottle of apple juice, and Trey said yes, so he went and helped Hudson to get himself a bottle. Hudson asked Trey if he would like one as well, and he blushed and said no, but Hudson grinned and poured one anyway, over Trey's protests, and told him that clearly he wants it from how much he blushed, and handed it over. With repeated prods to drink his baby bottle, Trey finally did, and drained it as quickly as Hudson did.

For a little more than an hour, they sat on the couch, facing each other, talking and getting to know each other even more. When it was time for lunch, Hudson helped Trey to make it, and they both had another baby bottle, this time with milk in it, and Trey rather enjoyed it, same as he had the apple juice before. By now Hudson is in need of a soggy baby bum change, so asked Trey to change him.

They headed to Hudson's bedroom, and Trey helped the little boy up onto the change table, and then proceeded to change Hudson, and of course Hudson was incredibly hard. Hudson had asked for a diaper doubler, which meant he had to tell Trey that he is to use the bigger diapers, and showed him where they were. As Trey was lotioning Hudson, Hudson was moaning and panting, and then he tried to grab Trey's hand and put it back when he stopped.

“No Baby, you can't do that.”

“Why, you're hard, I can see it, it looks amazing, I know you wanna play too.”

“No, we can't.”

“My daddy told you, didn't he?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, figures. Thought that's why he told me to go to my bedroom, he warned you that I'd try.”

“Yes, but that I mustn't, that I'd get in supreme trouble.”

“Neither of us would ever tell.”

“Yeah, but as much as I'd really liketa do it, honestly, you're too young for me.”

“You want my daddy, don't you?” Hudson said as he took his own little erection into his fingers and started stroking it.

“Oh god yeah.”

“If you were a super soggy gay baby boy diaper lover, he'd fuck you and fill you full. I know he would, he said so, he thinks you're really fucking hot. He refused 'til I pointed out that you're sixteen, and so now legal.”

“Really?” Trey said huskily.

“Oh yeah. Will you let me diaper you? You'll fit my daddy's diapers, they'll be a bit big still, but that's okay.”

“No.”

“Will you let me watch as you diaper yourself, my daddy lets me watch him diaper himself, but he won't let me help 'cause he says that I can't control my little dick yet.”

“No.” Trey whispered hoarsely.

“I know you wanna, I can tell. When did you start dreaming of diapers?” Hudson asked.

“Since the first time I saw Tim and thought that he was diapered.” He admitted.

“Come on, let me at least watch you diaper yourself.”

“No, and quit jacking off.”

“No. In fact, can you pass me that bath torpedo there please?”

Trey pointed to the one he thought Hudson was asking for, right on the end table, and when he nodded, he grabbed it and handed it to Hudson without thinking about it, or wondering why he would ask for a toy during a diaper change.

Then he found out, because Hudson poised it to his little baby bum, and then slowly and easily slipped almost the entire thing inside himself. Trey watched in morbid curiosity, he wanted to stop watching, he needed to stop watching, but he could not tear himself away, and after only about five seconds, Hudson came, hard. That was all that Trey could take, and barely a second later, his entire load of teen cum is marking his pants for any to see.

“Wow, that looked like a good sized load of cum. Can I at least taste it please?”

“No.” Trey whispered, blushing massively.

“You musta liked the show.”

“You shouldn't have done that.”

“Yeah, Daddy says I'm not allowed to do that with him in the room, but he never said I couldn't with you in the room.”

“Well, you're not allowed to any more.”

“Then you do it for me instead, preferably with that hot gay teen baby cock, and then fill me full of cum and piss.”

“No.”

“Fine. Please diaper me up.”

“Take your toy out first.”

“No, I prefer to leave it in. Lotsa times after Daddy diapers me up, I come in and slip it in. He always knows when I've done so and grins, heck, sometimes I tell him I'm gonna do so, and he always says that sounds like a good idea, and goes and puts one of his butt plugs in. I've seen him wearing them, of course, even watched lots as he changes his soggy baby bum while he's wearing one, but he won't let me watch as he puts it in, but I have seen him take them out. Shame.”

“Really.”

“Oh yeah, Daddy says that the way I'm heading, that I'm gonna be a gay baby boy slut before too long. Well, I don't really wanna be a slut, I just want one hot baby boyfriend, but Daddy told me I wasn't allowed to even ask you.”

“Yet you did.”

“Yeah, sorry, Daddy says I still haven't learned how to listen to my top head once my bottom one starts calling the shots. I'd still let you fuck and fill me full though.”

“You shouldn't talk like that.”

“Why, Daddy lets me. He teases me that he'll haveta wash my hands and mouth out with soap, but he's always giggling as I say it.”

“Really.”

“Yeah, pretty sure he doesn't care.”

Trey had nothing to say to that, but just pulled up and taped closed Hudson's diaper, leaving the toy buried deeply inside Hudson, or at least as far as his small one does anyway. He did moan lowly as his diaper was pulled up, thus pushing his toy even further inside him, and he whimpered out the words, 'Mmmm, fuck yeah.'

“Thanks. You change diapers almost as well as Daddy does, you just haveta get them a little tighter.” Hudson said, and then proceeded to readjust the tapes slightly.

“You know how to change yourself, don't you?”

“Yeah, but I prefer someone else to change me.”

“That's fine, but if you continue to do what you did for this soggy baby bum change, I'll refuse to change you any more. Got it.”

“Fuck, figures.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah, I got it. You're not being very nice though. I just want you to fuck me.”

“I don't wanna go to jail, and you're too young for me anyway, so no, I'm not gonna fuck you.”

“Nuts.”

“Or play with those either.” Trey grinned.

Trey likes Hudson, for being such a young boy, he talks almost as well as he does, and he is smart and witty. For the rest of the afternoon, every ten to fifteen minutes or so, Hudson would ask Trey if he would like to be diapered, and he kept saying no, but every time Hudson asked, Trey went hard. Finally, just before dinner time, he said fuck it, and went and diapered himself up, but he would not allow Hudson to watch.

Hudson made it very clear though that he is not allowed to put his clothes back on, and insisted that he double diaper himself as well. Trey did double diaper himself, and because he had to go pee anyway, he let it all go and filled his very first diaper since he was potty trained at four. He had been a late trainer, but once he did, he never even wet the bed, well, other than a few accidents over the years, but his last one had been when he was thirteen.

“Wow, you look really fucking hot like that, and you musta hadta go peepee really bad, 'cause you're already a super soggy gay baby boy.” Hudson groaned.

“Thanks, and yeah. It really is way better than I dreamed it'd be.”

“Mmmhmm.”

They made and ate dinner, watched a couple movies, and both enjoyed their baby diapers lots and lots. When it was bed time, Trey changed Hudson, but would not allow Hudson to even watch as he changed himself, but he did change himself, and that really is all that matters.

The funny thing is, Trey did wake up with an exceptionally wet baby diaper, though he did not remember waking up to go pee once. When Hudson saw him the next morning, he grinned brightly and asked him how he had enjoyed his thick thirsty tape on baby diapers throughout the night, and he said it was very nice. Hudson grinned and sighed that it most certainly is.

For the rest of the time that Tim was gone, Trey had taken to wearing his diapers full time, and had taken every drink from a baby bottle, same as Hudson. Not once did he get dressed, and he had enjoyed himself a great deal and had filled many diapers.

Tim was only slightly surprised when he walked in after getting home, to find both boys on the couch, wearing nothing but what appeared to be double thick baby diapers, both of them with soothers in their mouths, and empty baby bottles sitting beside them. Trey looked shocked and stuttered several times, then started to cry. Tim went to him and pulled him to a standing position, and hugged him as he cried.

“It's okay Baby, I understand. The first time you saw that I was diapered, and it turned you on, I knew you'd dreamed of this. Every time after that that we met, I saw you checking me out, I saw how you dreamed, and that's good. The world needs more hot gay baby boy diaper lovers in it. You don't need diapers, but you love them every bit as much as Hudson and I do. Not to mention, you're fucking hot like this.”

“Thanks. I knew you'd understand.”

“So, did you fuck my little baby boy, or did you manage to hold him off.”

“No, I managed to hold him off, though he did ask.”

“Would you tell me even if you did?”

“Yeah, 'cause I know you'd know instantly anyway.” He admitted.

“You're right.”

“No, he wouldn't fuck me, and told me that he wouldn't even change my super soggy baby bum if I kept asking him. Well, I really wanted him to change me, so I stopped asking, but I'd still really like it anyway. He wouldn't even let me watch as he changed his super soggy baby diapers. I offered to help, but he refused, I asked to just watch instead, but he refused that too. He's kinda mean.”

“Yeah, well, can you blame the poor boy. Had you caught him when he's as hard as he certainly was during his soggy baby bum changes, he knew what'd happen, so I don't blame him in the least.”

“I know, that's why I wanted to watch, so that I could be there when he crumbled.” Hudson giggled.

“Horny little brat.”

“Thanks Daddy.” He said, and then, because Tim had finally let Trey go, Hudson went and jumped into his loving daddy's arms and hugged him tightly. “I missed you, but Trey and I had a really good time too. He's really good at the games, and he likes the same kindsa movies, and we're both good gay baby boys.”

“Glad to hear that Baby, and I missed you lots and lots too.”

“Trey doesn't cuddle near as nice as you do though. You can hold me so much better.” Hudson sighed as he curled right into his loving daddy's embrace.

“Yes, well, this won't last forever either, eventually you're gonna get too big to do this with, but I'll still hold and cuddle you like the beautiful baby boy you are as much as I can anyway.”

“I know.”

“So, Trey, I assume you probably wanna head home now?”

“Yeah, I better.”

“Okay, come to my bedroom and I'll change that super soggy double diaper for you, and this time Hudson will get to watch, because I'll control him and you.”

“Um....Um.....Um....No th...th....th...th....thanks.”

“It's okay, I won't hurt you, and I know you want me to change you. So, tell me, how long did it take for you to diaper yourself?”

“He was diapered before dinner on Sunday Daddy.”

“Thanks Baby, but I asked Trey, please let him answer when I ask him a question, okay. He has his own voice, and while I know he probably didn't wanna answer, because that tells me just how deep his diaper love goes, he needed to answer on his own to grow.”

“Oh, sorry Daddy, I guess that makes sense.”

“That's okay Baby, just try and remember that.” He said to his baby, then turned back to Trey. “And how much of a mental fight was it, and how many times did you tell yourself no before you finally went and baby diapered yourself?”

“World war three, and at least a million.” He grinned ever so slightly.

“And, how is it.”

“Glorious.”

“And can you give up your baby diapers now?”

“I haveta, but I don't wanna.”

“No, you don't haveta, you only think you do. Your dad will understand. Trust me, he's seen the looks you've given, he knows what it is you've wanted and needed.”

“He's talked to you, hasn't he?”

“Yes. Well, emailed actually. His hearing and lip reading aren't always perfect, as you well know, and 'til quite recently, I didn't know sign language, so that was the easiest way.”

“He knows I'm gay too, doesn't he?”

“Yes.”

“And he's okay with it all?”

“Of course he is. He loves you and wants for you to be happy. If that's in the loving arms of another boy, while you're sexily diapered, then he's okay with it. He didn't understand it at first, which was why we started talking. It's been almost two years since we started emailing back and forth about you and your desires. Which is funny, because neither one of us ever mentioned your age. Didn't make much difference I suppose, you're still a gay baby boy diaper lover regardless. So, how many gay baby diaper love stories and videos have you found?”

“Fuck, so many.”

“Good. Now, come with me so that I can change that sexy soggy baby diaper of yours, and even though I'm willing to bet your daddy already has lotsa diapers there for you, I'm gonna give you some anyway, just in case he wants you to admit it and ask for it first. Granted, he might still, but likely already has them anyway, that's what I'd do.”

“Fine, just, please, don't laugh. I'm not very big yet. All the other boys in my class are way bigger and hairier than I am, and I'm nowhere near the youngest.”

“I'll never laugh at you for that. You're still very small and young looking. I bet most people think that you're only fourteen, so I'm guessing that's about what you're packing inside that gloriously soggy baby diaper, and that's okay. You can cum though, right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yeah, can he ever.” Hudson groaned and told of the first time he witnessed Trey cum.

“Nice. How much did you beg him to lick it up?”

“I didn't beg, but I did ask, and only once, but I woulda, in a fucking heartbeat.”

“Mouth and hands baby, or it'll be a good soaping for you.” Time grinned.

“Sorry, while you were gone, I trained myself to love the taste of soap.”

“Then hot sauce.” Tim grinned, knowing that Hudson was lying, but guessing that he probably would do it too.

“Mmm, loves me some hot sauce.”

“Yeah, except I'll put a drop of it on that hard little gay baby cocklett of yours. I guarantee you wouldn't like that.” Tim said as evilly as he could stand.

“Yikes. Fuck that noise, I'm out.” Hudson giggled and backed away, hands up in surrender for effect.

“Thought so.” Tim laughed, even Trey giggled.

Tim led Trey to the bedroom, then encouraged him to climb up onto the table. Hudson positioned himself in such a way that there will be no chance that he misses any of the show at all. He is standing on the bed, positioned pretty much right at Trey's head. Tim removed the diaper and exposed a very fine young specimen of hot gay baby boy diaper loving dick, and while he is smaller than a sixteen year old should be, it is not really that much. He is stone hard, pulsing madly, he has a nice upward curve and bends ever so slightly to his left, he has very little pubic hair above his dick, and none apparently yet on his balls at all, but then, he has no hair in his armpits either.

“Wow, you're really fucking hot.” Hudson said, licking his lips and adjusting his hot hard diapered dinky. Then he started rubbing himself on the outside of his soggy diaper as he watched. Trey is trying not to watch, but he is so hard, and so fucking horny, that he simply cannot help it any.

Tim ignored Hudson, though he can see him out of the corner of his eye, and is enjoying the show none the less. He pulled out Trey's super soggy double diaper and slipped under him just a single one, then decided that since his dad knows anyway, and Trey certainly deserves it, that he will slip in a doubler as well, so did so. This does help with the fact that Tim's diapers really are still too big on Trey. He then poured some lotion into his hand, rubbed his hands together to warm it up, and then went in and started lotioning up the amazingly hot young baby boy.

Two seconds is all that Trey lasted, and his first three shots of cum splattered all over his face, then the next three his chest, two onto his tummy, and then a further four pulses oozed over Tim's hand.

Hudson came at most half a second after Trey started, and slumped down on the bed. Hudson came to first and stood back up, giggling. Trey came to a minute later, and only sighed deeply, just as Tim was applying the diaper rash cream.

“Wow.” Is all Trey could say.

“Impressive cum Baby. That was a helluva load.”

“Thanks.”

Tim pulled up and taped closed Trey's double diaper a second later, then grabbed a wipe and went in to start cleaning Trey off, then decided to feed it to Trey instead, so scooped it up.

“Here's your baby milk, drink up Baby.” He said as he slipped his finger full of Trey's own cum into his mouth.

Trey sighed and moaned deeply, Hudson groaned deeper, and Tim went back for more and continued doing so until he had cleaned up all the cum that Trey had spewed, feeding him every drop he could.

“Was that your first time eating your own cum Baby?”

“Yes.”

“Shame that you've wasted so much delicious looking cum.”

“No shit, that was even better than I imagined.”

“From now on, no more wasted cummies, okay Baby.”

“Fuck no.”

“Let's get Baby dressed. I trust none of the clothes you brought even got used?”

“No.”

“Good. A baby boy as sexy as you should get to show off his soggy baby diapers.”

“Thanks. I wouldn't mind seeing you in just your soggy baby diaper.”

“I bet you wouldn't mind changing me either, would you?”

“No.” He whispered.

“I'm a super soggy gay baby boy and do deserve to have a nice super soggy baby bum change, but only if you promise not to play.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course, I wouldn't have offered otherwise.”

“Yes please.”

“Good. I love having my diaper changed, but I can't possibly trust the little horn dog yet, no matter how much I say no, as soon as he gets hard, he'll start playing and I won't be able to stop him.” Tim said, grinning to Hudson.

“Guilty as charged.” Hudson giggled cutely.

“Yeah, hence the reason I wouldn't let him change me either, or even be in the room, like I said, I couldn't trust him, but I wasn't certain I could trust myself either.”

“No, you probably did the right thing. Now, let's get you dressed.”

“Not yet, let me stay in just my baby diaper for a few minutes while I get you changed.”

“Okay Baby.”

Tim crawled up onto his change table after allowing Trey to strip him completely, leaving him in only his soggy diaper. Trey is once again incredibly hard, and Tim even had to smack Hudson's hand as it was reaching to the nice diapered bulge. Hudson just grunted and pulled his hand away, and gave his daddy the oops, sorry look.

As soon as Tim was situated on his change table, Trey went in with shaking hands and released the tapes, folded down the very wet diaper and doubler, exposed Tim's hot hard man cock, and exploded in his dry diaper, hopefully making it at least just a tiny bit wet.

As soon as he came down, he slipped the wet diaper out, inserted a fresh diaper and doubler in its place, and then started lotioning and creaming Tim up nicely, and only a couple coughs had to be made, because Trey was starting to stroke just a little more than was needed, in fact, once he even wrapped his hand fully around Tim and jacked him slowly until his top head regained control when Tim coughed once again. He gave the same, oops, sorry look as Hudson had given, and Tim just laughed. Finally Trey pulled up and taped closed the nice thick diaper.

“Not bad, thanks. You still needta learn to control yourself a little, but at least you listen, not like mister hands always in his diaper over here.”

“Guilty as charged, again.” Hudson giggled, as he pulled his hands from the front of his diaper. He had totally been stroking both dick and balls again.

“Yeah, now we needta get Baby some supplies packed, get you dressed, and then get you on your way home. I trust you want lotsa thick doublers to go with your thick baby diapers?”

“Yes please.”

“I hardly haveta ask, but baby wipes, diaper rash cream, and baby lotion as well?”

“Yes please.”

“And how 'bout baby bottle and baby soother?”

“Yes please.”

“You really are an amazingly hot gay baby boy diaper lover, and teen baby too. I bet you'd look fucking smokin' hot in some cute little baby clothes too.”

“Thanks, I'd really like that too.”

“I bet you would.”

Tim took only a few minutes to pack everything into a large reusable shopping bag that no one would be able to see through, and then helped Trey to get dressed, and then Trey grabbed his two bags, one of which did not really even get opened, other than to grab his toothbrush, and then he headed out with many thanks.

“So, how was your few days with Trey?” Tim asked as soon as the hot young teen was gone.

“Really good, I really like him. He talks nicely to me. How was your trip?”

“Really good. We got all the edits completed, and so, now it goes to print, and my editor thinks it'll be probably my best seller yet.”

“Wicked. How much money do you make off a book then?”

“Depends. Most only a couple hundred thousand dollars or so, I'm not exactly a best seller or anything, but more than enough to live a comfortable life.”

“And how long does it take you to write a book, and how many do you have?”

“Haven't I shown you my book case. I have all my books on it, as well as others?”

“Mmm, don't think so.”

“Oh, thought I did, sorry. I have twelve books in print, plus this one about to head there, and each one took me about three or so months to write. It usually takes way longer to edit, because I do still suffer from dyslexia, but I've found many ways to help. Still takes me every bit as long to edit as it does to write though.”

“I thought if you had dys.....dys....dyslexia that you couldn't read at all.”

“Yes, you said it right. Absolutely no though. As with everything, there are varying degrees of severity, I'm pretty mild in the grand scheme of things. I've met others with dyslexia who struggled with even the most basic of reading, but then have met others who you'd never know had it, because they were so mild and found ways to help. If there were a scale of one to ten, with one being the lowest, and ten the highest severity, I'd probably be a two, or maybe even a three, but I doubt it. It's the same with your memory issues really. You've heard of people who can't remember anything, well, you remember a shocking amount right.”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true. Never thought of it that way.”

“Just remember that, not everything's white or black, there's many shades in between.”

“Okay.”

They continued talking and laughing, telling all about their few days apart, they had dinner together and Tim changed their super soggy baby diapers before bed. They both fucked themselves silly once they were alone, and had a very good sleep.

When Trey got home that afternoon, he found his dad, his dad looked down, saw what he needed to see, smiled brightly to his son, and asked him how it feels to finally get to be who and what he has known Trey was for a long time. Trey admitted that it is glorious. Trey's dad had not ordered everything that Trey will need, not yet, because he wanted Trey to be there with him when he did, and almost immediately, they hit websites that Tim had already told him about, and Trey got to order almost all that he desired, even some really good sex toys and lube. Thankfully it all arrived well before Trey's supply ran out, and these diapers fit him perfectly.