Chapter 3

It is Friday night, and everyone had thoroughly enjoyed their pizza and movie night once more. There are so many people to do all the work, but there was so much work to do, that they are all getting tired and in need of some rest. After the movie was done, and everyone pretty much went to their rooms, Chance and Zayden found that they were completely alone in the dorm.

“I know that, strictly speaking, we're not supposed to do this here, but, we're all alone, and this week we're gonna finally get our own room anyway, so, join me in my bed please?” Chance whispered to Zayden, but before Zayden could say anything, Chance had pulled down the bigger boy and kissed him deeply, and together they found out all about kissing.

“Wow, what a kiss. I've never actually let anyone kiss me before.” Zayden gasped when Chance let him go.

“Wow, I agree. I've kissed a few boys, but none like I kissed you, that felt better than I imagined it would. You know, I was a dirty slut before, I couldn't get enough sex, but since coming here and being so happy and satisfied, I've hardly even thought of it. I only jack off once every few days or so, where as I was having sex two and three times a day before here. I've also never loved anyone, except maybe my mom, so I don't know how it feels, but I truly, honestly believe that I've fallen in love with you. I've never made love before, only fucked and been fucked, but, I wanna make love to you so desperately, and have you make love to me.” Chance whispered, and while he had broken the kiss, they are still hugging and holding each other tenderly.

“I want that so much as well. I was the same before coming here, I couldn't get enough, and the more that fucked and filled me, the happier I was, but I learned, after coming here, that I was only using sex to get the closeness I felt I needed, it filled an empty pit inside me, but it drained too fast, and so I constantly needed to refill it. After coming here, getting all that we have here, I too hardly thought of it.

“Oh, I dreamed of having a baby boyfriend who'd make love to me, and finally fill me up in a way that wouldn't drain back out, who'd finally fill me up with all the love I need, but, I wanted another baby boy diaper lover. I honestly never thought one would arrive, but, here you are. I know there's others here, but they weren't my type, I couldn't love them, but I do love you. I've wanted to make hot gay baby diaper love to you, and have you do the same to me for so long now, but, I wanna go slow too. Sure, we know we can fuck each other all night long and not hurt each other, I could easily take two man cocks up my slut ass, all day long if I could find enough to do so, and from the way it sounds, so could you, but I want more, I want love, I deserve love, and I think you do too. I'll agree to sleeping with you, absolutely, but, I only want kissing and rubbing, okay.”

“God, it's like you took the thoughts right outta my head, because, that's pretty much exactly how I feel, and exactly what I want as well. I also snuck a couple of our diapers from the change room, so, in the morning, we change each other on our bed, okay.”

“Mmm, okay. Did you grab baby lotion and diaper rash cream as well?”

“Sure did, and since we're dry baby boys right now and don't need baby bum changes, let's go to bed and kiss and cuddle and rub each others diapered dinkies 'til we're finally satisfied and pass out.”

“Okay.”

They fell into bed together, pressed their lips together, and continued their learning. They are learning everything about kissing and each other, all at the same time. As they are kissing, they are petting each other lovingly, and any time they touch an area of their boyfriend that makes them moan even deeper in their kiss, they do so more. It is easily twenty minutes of this before they even reach each others diapers, and by then they are both agonizingly hard, far more so than they have ever been before. They have both had mind bending sex, neither has ever had trouble getting or staying hard, they had loved it a great deal, but now, now they are truly hard, and they are hard for each other.

They do not even venture inside each others diapers, they are only rubbing each others erections through them, and this feels far more incredible than anything ever has before. It is too much though, it has simply been too long for both boys, they desperately need the release, and as such, they both explode within half a second of each other. It is by far the most incredible orgasm that either has ever had before, and that says a lot, for they have both experienced so much. They never truly even touched each other, and they exploded far more than either ever has before. Zayden, the only one to be able to cum, feels as if he may have just flooded his diaper.

“Fuck me, that was intense.” Chance said first as soon as they broke their kiss.

“No kidding. Was it even more so than any other cum you've ever experienced, because it was for me.”

“Yeah, by a huge amount. We hardly even touched each other, really we didn't, because of our super thick and slightly soggy baby diapers, yet it was by far the best fucking cum I've ever had.”

“Yeah. Must be because I think I'm falling so in love with you.”

“I hope that's what it is, because that's how I feel as well. I suppose we have a lot of learning to do together, huh.”

“Oh yeah, and that class has mandatory attendance and utmost attention must be paid at all times.”

“Fucking A, which also happens to be the only acceptable grade in this course.” Chance giggled.

“For sure. You ready to go to sleep now Baby?”

“Yeah, just haveta reposition my baby peepee so that I don't peepee out the top of my diaper.”

“Me too.”

They re-positioned themselves, so that they do not continue playing, and then kissed once more, whispered I love you to each other, and then, for the first time for both, ever that they can ever recall, they fell asleep in someone else's arms.

When the baby boys woke up the next morning, they reconnected their lips, and kissed each other deeply, and only broke when they heard a light cough right next to them.

“Oh fuck, Peter, you scared me.” Chance said.

“Was wondering why you two weren't down for breakfast yet, so I came to look for you, only to find you sound asleep. It was cute, how you didn't even open your eyes, but you both knew the other was awake, and kissed. That does, however, bring up one of the rules. What's the rule on in school intimacy?”

“Shit. We figured that, well, everyone else has a bedroom, but we don't yet, and that there's no one else here anyway, that we could finally sleep together.” Chance said softly.

“I understand that, but that wasn't my question Chance.”

“Sorry. It says that there's to be no visible intimacy whatsoever.”

“That's right, and what was my punishment for that. I know you'll remember.”

“The offending students shall be separated and kept apart for no less than three days, and no more than one month, depending upon how far they went.”

“And exactly how far did you go, and remember, lying has the highest possible punishments in my school. No one shall lie to anyone.”

“We kissed and rubbed each others diapered dinkies for one baby boygasm Sir.” Chance whispered, almost crying.”

“That sounds like about a one week separation. Is that what you were really working toward?”

“No Sir, we just needed to feel loved, finally, we love each other, and we needed to feel close.” Chance said, a small stream of tears now flowing.

So far Zayden had said nothing, though Chance can feel him shaking as well.

“I know and understand the reasoning behind what you did, but does that mean that the rules shouldn't apply to you?”

“No, I guess it doesn't. We're sorry, we'll do our week, and hopefully by then our private room will be ready, because then there we're allowed to, that's what we agreed upon, right.”

“Yes, we agreed upon that, and I'll uphold my end of the bargain on that, however, it can't be common knowledge either. Now, with that being said, considering just how much work you two have done, because you've taken on the lions share of everything, and you were far more kind and courteous than any needs to be by offering your space to someone else, when they could've easily taken your spaces here, I feel that we really should look the other way. Everyone can see that you two are boyfriends, though I know for a fact that last night was your first time in sharing anything. It'd be irresponsible of us to get in the way of that. I'll ask two of the other students if they'd consider moving to here 'til the last of the units are built. Would you rather inside or outside.”

“Thank you Sir, but you don't haveta do that.”

“Yes, I do. I have rules in place for a damn good reason, and we can't have others catching you in such an open area. Should someone else catch you, I cannot possibly turn a blind eye, nor could I conceivably do so a second time. I'm certain that there'll be someone who'd be willing to move.”

“We understand Sir. I think I'd prefer inside myself.” Chance said, but Zayden only nodded his agreement.

“Okay, I'll ask if there are any volunteers. Now, breakfast is gonna be done soon, and you baby boys needta get ready for the day still, so you better get up and hurry off to breakfast.”

“Yes Sir.” Chance said, and threw off the covers, exposing both he and Zayden in their gloriously soggy diapers, and Zayden blushed furiously.

Chance grabbed both their robes, and tossed Zayden's to him, who caught it and slipped into it as well, hardly even looking at Peter.

“Zayden, are you ashamed of me seeing you in your soggy diaper?”

“I don't normally let anyone see me like this.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of, and besides, it's not like I don't already know. You also look really good like that. So do you Chance.”

“Thanks.” Chance said brightly.

“Thanks.” Zayden whispered.

“Come on Babies, let's go get breakfast.”

“Okay.”

The three of them headed to the cafeteria, and as has become far more custom now, everyone is still just in their pajamas, since they do not have to get dressed quite yet. Peter asked the boys if he could sit with them, and they said certainly, so as soon as they got their food, they sat down.

“So, got a good news email last night that I thought I'd tell you boys about, since it was you, Chance, that mostly made all this happen. Due to the fact that I effectively removed almost a hundred kids out of the cities over crowded group homes, and they're of course no longer having to pay for all that, I'm getting some of their funding. I'm sure it's nowhere near what the group homes would've gotten in total, but it'll help massively around here. I was also asked, a few days ago now, if I'd be willing to take on more students, but, like I told them, I really only have the resources currently to deal with just barely what I have now. It seems people are watching this school, and they like what they're seeing.

“My results have been spectacular already, but now housing the students, taking them from horrible situations and giving them something to work toward, is really paying off. I've already had hundreds of kids that were destined for jail, or worse, that turned their lives around and gave them all amazing lives, but there's more.

“They've promised me another five teachers and at least one, but possibly two more staff, depending upon what all we need, if I take in the fifty two more students that they have that really could use our help here. I told them that that's gonna put me past capacity on housing, that I only have another not even thirty beds that aren't even ready yet, and still fifteen more students who wanna come live here permanently as well, not to mention, class resources, I simply don't have enough.

“They've promised me more than enough housing, that they'd come in and build it this time, and that they'd even put in a covered walk way from them to the school, that's something that I thought to ask for. I emailed them yesterday, saying that I could be agreeable to this, but that I hadta interview every student personally before accepting them, because if I don't think that they deserve to be here, or are too far gone, then I'll refuse them, as well I asked to interview all teachers to ensure that they're the right fit as well. Of course, we don't have enough housing for all the teachers as well, but at least a couple if they want to.”

“That's excellent Peter, if we can help even more kids out, then it'll be so awesome. I've never felt more alive since I came here, so free, so at peace.” Chance said happily.

“And that, my dear boy, is exactly how I want all my students to feel.”

“Thanks. Now, since you've shared some good news with me, I think it's only fair that I share some with you as well. I've finally finished poring through hundreds upon hundreds of dyslexia articles. As we know, there's no cure, but, there are a shit load of exercises and techniques that have anywhere from limited to astounding success, depending upon the person.

“For instance, there appears to be a dyslexia tied to colour blindness, so mostly for certain boys, and the easy way to fix it is to use certain colours of tinted glasses. Several men said they went from barely being able to read, because they could never decipher the letters, to becoming almost totally literate within days.

“Then there's of course the just keep practicing, which does work on many with mild dyslexia.

“Next is a physical exercise that's supposed to work on your coordination, because some people it seems that their dyslexia is simply a coordination issue, by the sounds of it, they can't coordinate their eyes to read correctly, so the letters swim around, making it near impossible to read. Again, this has success in certain people.

“Now, for Zayden here, I've been testing him over the past week, and I think he's nearly fully colour blind, and the reason I mentioned the first one first.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, every time I asked you what colour something was, you failed. Sometimes quite miserably.”

“But I see colours just fine.”

“Yes, well, colour blindness is kinda a misnomer. There are true colour blind people out there that see everything in just black and white, but, the vast majority are called colour vision deficient, which means that you can see them, but that you probably don't see all colours correctly. You can't see blue or green correctly, and you have difficulties most especially when you have two different colours that are similar in shade, you see them as the same, so, like the other day, you saw both blue and purple at the same time, and thought they were both purple. For your type of colour blindness, it's suggested that we try blue filters. Green may also work, but it's likely red would only make it worse, but that's not always. Blue seems to be the most common colour though, and from what I see, only one or two percent of users required either of the other colours, and as luck would have it, there's an optical store just down the road that carries blue tinted glasses that I wanna go try. We'll take a book with us, and try them on, and see how you fare.”

(Just so you know, my brother and I are both colour blind, he far more so than I, and he suffers from this form of dyslexia, and wears blue tinted glasses for reading, but, I am not a doctor, I do not understand it, and I am just as certain that this will not work for all. I did do a bit of research on this, but not a huge amount, and found the other methods. Same, I'm sure there are far more, and that none will work for everyone, I think, especially from seeing it first hand, that each case is unique.)

“Really, that'd be so fucking awesome.” Zayden said happily.

“That's excellent work Chance. Any chance I can get you to write up all that information and send it to me. I'll give it to all the other teachers, and we can start working with every dyslexic student in the school and see just how many of them we can help. Our reading scores are poor when compared to other schools, but considerably better than what most of the students were when they arrived. At least Zayden can read some now, god, do you remember how bad you were when you arrived.”

“It was horrible. The kindergartners were teasing me that they could read better than me, and they were right.”

“Exactly. So, we already do have a decent track record in at least getting our students somewhat literate, but if you can help add even as much as five percent to our numbers, then even better still.”

“I'm sorta hoping for at least ninety percent, but preferably a hundred.”

“Don't push it, the last thing you wanna do is make anyone feel stupid just because they can't read. Why do you think half these kids are here. They were treated like they're retards, by students and teachers alike, just because they couldn't read. Trying to push them can't be done, all you can do is attempt to lead.”

“I think I understand. Of course I've never felt like that, so I'm sure I don't even understand the half of it. I just always strive for a hundred percent in everything I do. I guess that comes from living a one percent life.”

“We all know how you feel there, and once more, that's why this school works as well as it does, because we've all been cut from the same cloth. We all understand each other. Every person here, teachers and students alike, has or has had issues, and so we all haveta work together to make it work, or we'll surely fail together.”

“Besides, I think you understand far more than almost anyone else who hasn't experienced it could.” Zayden said.

“Thanks Baby.”

“With all the research you've been doing on dyslexia, and how many questions you've asked me about it, I'm sure you understand damn near as much as we do.”

“Yes, well, I understand the book side of it, but not the practical side of it. I still have no idea how hard it must be on you to feel like you do because ninety plus percent of people can do so easily what you struggle to do just a tiny bit of, and take five times longer in doing so.”

“I like how you used my exact words.” Zayden chuckled.

“Well, it was true when you said it, and it's true now.”

“Fair enough.”

“When can you get me that report Chance, I wanna start looking at it all as soon as possible.”

“Already have it mostly finished, was just editing it to ensure I didn't miss anything, and because I'm handing it in as my university entrance exam, like you suggested I do, I'm trying to ensure absolute accuracy on every aspect.”

“Perfect. Maybe I'll see if there's any university level teachers who wanna come work here, so that they can maybe work with you, so that you won't haveta do everything online.”

“You're not gonna find any, and besides, I only agreed to send it in, and maybe start taking some of their introductory courses to see what I wanna do. That assumes, of course, that I pass at all. I can't truly go 'til I'm sixteen anyway, and even then, I won't be able to pay for it when I do go.”

“I doubt you'll haveta worry about paying. As for going and testing Zayden with those glasses, I'll take you both down there myself this morning. I wanna get a bunch more of their cheap reading glasses again anyway, since we're getting low.”

“Wicked, thanks.” Chance and Zayden said together.

Almost as soon as they finished eating, the boys headed to the change room to change their diapers and get dressed, something that they unfortunately had to do on their own. They had not forgotten about the diaper change supplies in the dorm room, but knew that they really could not do that, because, like Peter said, if they got caught, he could not possibly turn a blind eye again.

Chance had told Peter that they would meet him in the main entrance hall, that they have a couple stops to make once they are changed, and Peter said that was okay, because so does he. After they were dressed, they headed to the computer lab, where Chance pulled up the report he was writing, and dropped it into an email to Peter, telling him clearly that this is not the finished draft, but good enough for him to start reading. They then headed to the library, where Zayden was encouraged to grab a book he wants to read, and so he grabbed the first Harry Potter book and signed it out. With that done, they went to meet Peter, and then, the three of them headed out for the walk to the store, almost three kilometers away.

As they walked, Chance told Peter that he had emailed him the report, but that it was only the third draft, not the finished copy, so do not send it in yet. Peter laughed and said that Chance's third draft is probably better than most people's finished copies anyway, but agreed none the less. They got to the store quickly enough, and found the glasses that Chance wanted Zayden to try right away.

Zayden put them on, grabbed the book and opened it up, closed his eyes and calmed his nerves as he was taught, because if he is tense, he cannot read at all, and then opened his eyes and started reading. After a minute, the smile on his face got just a little bigger, then even bigger a minute later, and then he nearly exploded he was so happy.

“Holy shit, I've never read two whole pages like that, and so fast, it was amazing.” He said happily.

“Excellent. I want you to read out loud, which I know is something that you absolutely dread doing, but don't fear, I just wanna ensure that you're reading correctly. And don't worry, I know the book well, so I've got it nearly memorized and will know if you make a mistake.

Zayden gulped, nodded, and started reading. He read for another few minutes, and from what Chance can remember, Zayden did it perfectly and fluidly, almost no stopping to sound out words or anything.

“That's excellent Zayden, you did spectacularly, still a little stumbling here and there, but understandable. Now I bet you're gonna catch up in record time, because I know you're more than smart enough to do it, just not being able to read really set you back.” Chance said happily.

“Wow, I'll never be able to repay you for that Chance.” Zayden said, tears pouring down.

“You're welcome.”

“You know, I've seen a few boys come in here to try that, it worked most of the time, and every one of them cried too. That's the reason I have those here, my son uses them for that very reason. Congratulations.” The sales lady said, sneaking up on them.

“Thanks. I'm fourteen, but I was only able to read at a grade three level, because no matter how hard I tried, I could never decipher the letters well enough, except in simple words, and even then, not always.”

“That describes my son perfectly, thankfully I found out about this little trick when he was only nine, he's ten now, so he wasn't so far behind.”

“Oh, that's good.” Zayden said.

“So, I recognize you, Peter, right, of the Last Chance School. Here for more glasses?”

“Good memory.”

“Thanks, it serves me well here.”

“I bet it does, and yes, we need more please. I'm also probably adding another fifty students here soon, so I'll need even more. Same as always, whatever you have that's not selling, we're not picky about style, we just need cheap. I'd also really liketa get a dozen pairs of these blue glasses, I really wanna try them on a few of my other dyslexic students.”

“Certainly. As it just so happens, I just received a whole case of various reading glasses that have defects in the lenses, just minor scratches and whatnot, but really wouldn't affect most anyone, but no one will pay for them. I made the company credit me for them, but they don't want them back. I was gonna call you and offer them to you, since I know you often need them. Realistically I could probably polish all the lenses, but at three and four dollars a piece, and that's my retail on them, it's just not worth the time. If they were more expensive glasses, then it'd be a different story, but they're not. There's a hundred pairs in there, that should set you up for a few years at least. As for the blue glasses, they're twenty a pair, but, considering I know your budget, since you've told me before, I'll let them go at cost plus delivery, so twelve a pair, plus the fifteen it cost me to get them here, since that's exactly how many I got in for stock. Ah, you know what, to hell with it, your kids deserve them, I'm gonna give em to you. It's not even a couple hundred, I'll write it off.”

“That's incredibly generous of you, and my students and I thank you very much. This means more than you can imagine. I'll happily write you a tax receipt, including four hundred for the reading glasses.”

“Thanks, and you're very welcome. I also want you to bring in all students that appear to have vision problems. I have a pair of students here with me for the next month, but I'm not busy enough this time of the year to give them the practice they need, and I don't really wanna take away paying customers from the people I haveta pay, and since I don't strictly haveta pay them, and they need experience, as well I'm certain a few of your students could probably use some glasses, it'll work out perfectly.”

“Really, you mean it, but my kids are trash.”

“No kids are trash, though I know, that's what I was as well, and I know for a fact that that's not how you treat your kids either. It's amazing what all you've done with and to that school. My husband runs the lumber yard around the corner, he told me what you guys are doing, and what he gave to you, so I felt I should do the same. Like I said, you were on my list of people to call. And yes, I was gonna tell you about our success with the blue tinted glasses for our son, and offer you a pair to try on your kids.”

“He said he came from the gutter as well, and you did too, and now you both run businesses, impressive.”

“Yes, well, we were saved, too many weren't. We got lucky, he worked at that store since he was eleven, and when the owner decided to retire, we practically sold our souls to buy the store, and then when I finished schooling, I worked for a year to get started, and then came here and opened this store. We had more lean years than I care to admit, and it was ten years before we decided that we were in a good enough position to have kids, and like I said, he's ten now, and our daughter's only six.”

“That's really good. So many of my kids have gone on to run their own businesses as well. It's like I always tell my kids, who cares where you came from, it's where you go that counts.”

“So true.”

They took care of everything, and then Peter and the boys were gone. Again, as they walked, they talked, and Peter told the boys that there are at least thirty kids who need to have their eyes checked, but that he has no idea what he will do if they need glasses. They will figure that out later, once the time comes.

As soon as they made it back to the school, Zayden headed off to his class with his blue glasses clutched possessively in his hands. While Zayden was in class, Chance went to the wood shop, and since there is a teacher in there, he continued working on the dressers that he is making out of all the pallet wood. So far he only has one made, a prototype of sorts, now he is tearing apart hundreds of pallets to get all the usable material from them that he can. His first one will be his and Zayden's, but he will make them all the same, four large drawers, so that each student gets two, which will be more than enough for them. In fact, he thinks they might be able to do with just one drawer each, but this gives more space.

By lunch, Chance had about six dozen pallets pulled apart, thanks mostly to a custom made pallet dissection tool that had been made years ago for doing just this, so it was reasonably quick and easy work. Of course, he still has to remove all the nails and all that, but that is okay as well.

They had a great lunch, once again, and then Chance was back at it once more. Zayden joined him when classes were done, and by dinner time, they had just about all of them done. After dinner, they decided to finish off the last of them, and then started pulling all the nails as well. By bed time, they barely had a dent made in the nail pulling. The good news, though, is that come bedtime, they did have their own private bedroom to go to this time. Peter had come and broke the news to them a little more than an hour before bed, that one of the pairs of boys, right across from the boys' change room, were more than willing to take a pair of beds in the dorm room for now, and since they would be the only ones anyway, it would give them even more space, at least for now. That area will be kept as an emergency overflow, so it will not be dismantled.

“Finally, I need a super soggy baby bum change, and for the first time, I want someone else to do it. I've never let anyone else do so before, but I want you to please.” Chance said.

“Really, you never let anyone change you after having sex?”

“No. Never felt right, and because none of them were diaper lovers, they couldn't have done it right anyway.”

“Oh. Me neither, to tell you the truth. If it weren't for the fact that I craved being diaper fucked, no one would've ever seen me in just diapers at all.”

“Yeah, except I never cared if anyone knew or saw.”

“I never really cared if anyone knew, but I still wouldn't show it off either. So, let's change each others' soggy baby diapers.”

They stripped each other, until they are standing in only their soggy diapers and smiles, and then Chance urged Zayden onto the bed first, the lower bunk, they both know full well that the upper bunk will only be used for storage, or most likely not at all. He grabbed all the supplies, they had already moved everything that they need, so it is all there and ready to go. Chance then removed Zayden's very wet diaper, exposing him for the very first time. They have never seen each other naked, the shower stalls are single person private stalls, and no one is allowed to strip in the common area, apparently it is from years past when raping was a thing in this school, so it is simply not allowed any more.

Chance sighed when he finally exposed all that Zayden usually keeps hidden. It makes his mere almost eleven centimeter long erection seem pitiful in comparison to Zayden's much larger nearly fourteen centimeter long one. Zayden is also roughly three times bigger in girth than Chance, as well he has a very bushy pubic mound too. Chance is still bare.

“Wow, you're fucking huge. I was fucked by lotsa men who had exactly what you have now, and they always felt amazing, but you're only fourteen, and I bet you'll still grow lots more.”

“Thanks. I was still pretty small the last time I was fucked by a man, so I don't really remember. You had to have felt it last night.”

“Yeah, but seeing is believing.”

“Thanks. Any chance you'd help a guy out here?”

“Of course.”

Chance went in with bare hands and a bare touch, and so softly stroked Zayden. He is using both hands, one is stroking, the other petting, and he would rotate as to which hand was doing what. Chance did not even make it to a count of forty in his head when Zayden exploded with such a force it shocked him. The first three shots splattered on the underside the bunk bed above him, and then three more shots painted his heaving stomach and chest.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Chance said, but then scooped up as much of his boyfriends cum as he could and slurped it all up. “And my god, you taste fucking amazing.”

“Wow, that was intense. You hardly even touched me, but that felt better than any hundred times I was jacked off before.”

“Glad you enjoyed. Now, let me get Baby all baby diapered.”

“Okay, and then I think you need a really good soggy baby bum change as well.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Chance got Zayden all taped up, and then they traded places. When Zayden finally opened up Chance's soggy diaper and exposed him, he was in heaven. Chance said he is only just about eleven centimeters long, but Zayden thinks that maybe Chance needs to measure again, because he sure looks bigger. He is not as big as Zayden yet, but he is two years younger, and from what he remembers, Zayden thinks that Chance is right on track with where he was at the same age. It actually looks a little large on Chance, because he is still so small, though he has already grown almost two centimeters since arriving at the school. Then Zayden looked really close, and noticed two very short and fine hairs.

“You have two hairs growing in Baby, you've started growing, and your balls look like they've started dropping, and I think maybe you're bigger than eleven centimeters as well.”

“Really.”

“Oh yeah, it's hot, and it actually looks kinda big on you because of the fact that you're still so small otherwise.” He said softly as he started very softly playing with his baby boyfriend, just like Chance had done to him.

“Mmmm, fuck, that feels so good. You really think so?”

“Oh yeah, but, have you noticed that you've grown at least two centimeters and put on probably a good kilo of weight since arriving?”

“No, I haven't, have I?”

“Yeah, pretty sure you have. We should schedule another appointment with the doctor and have him check.”

“Okay, tomorrow then. Oh fuck me, I'm cumming.” Chance said, and then grunted out and exploded.

Zayden had hoped that keeping Chance talking would prolong their fun and games, but it did not, it was still just as fast, but then, neither of them have ever learned to hold off either, something that they will certainly have to work on together. Neither are upset with this.

Zayden taped Chance up into his nice thick diaper, and then crawled into bed as Chance spun around to give his boyfriend room. Once in, they curled up together and pressed their lips together and kissed deeply once more, and as they were kissing, their hands reached down to each others nice dry diapers and started rubbing each other once again. This time they lasted almost a couple minutes, but before too long, they were cumming once more, and Zayden is wetting his diaper with just a little more cum.

They continue their kiss, and though they are no longer stroking each other, they are still holding each others diapered dicks. Once they soften up enough, they reach into each others diapers to reposition each other, and then Chance puts Zayden's hand back on the front of his diaper, and pees it, because he can feel that he needs to go anyway, and thought that Zayden would like to feel it. Of course he does not have a lot to offer, but Zayden loves it anyway, and because he too needs to pee, he grabs Chance's hand next and presses it back to the front of his diaper and wets it, peeing only slightly more than Chance had.

“That was hot. I've never felt anyone else peepee a diaper before.” Chance said when they broke the kiss.

“Mmmhmm, I agree, and same.”

“I definitely wanna do that again, but right now, Baby, I'm almost passing out, so love you, have a good sleep Baby.”

“Yeah, same, so, love you, have a good sleep Baby.” Zayden said, and because they had a light switch right next to the bed, Zayden reached over and turned it off.

Once more, because Chance really did not have much else to do, he spent most of the day in the shop pulling nails. However, after about an hour, and not getting very far, he had an idea, so went and found a good large nail, then went to the metal shop and searched for and found a steel tube that was the perfect size for the nail to slip inside, and then worked on the nail. He cut off the point of his nail so that it is the same length as the tube he found, and then ground it so that what was the point is now convex, so that it would grab and hold the point of other nails.

He then asked for and got permission to pull an air line outside to the area he is working, grabbed one of the palm nailers, and tried out his little tool. He made it more than long enough so that virtually no pallet nail would be longer than it, so he slipped the tube over the pallet nail, with the modified nail in it, used the palm nailer to pound his punch, and then in less than a second, the nail was pushed almost right through. The shop teacher had been curious as to what Chance was doing, and when he saw that, he cheered.

“That's fucking awesome Chance, so simple, so effective.”

“Thanks. It might not work on all the wickedly bent nails, but I bet it cuts our time to less than half for breaking down pallets.”

“Probably quarter. We have four of these palm nailers, so I think I'm gonna go make three more of those bad boys and see if anyone else wants to help you, and see just how fast they can be done.”

“Sure, Sir, why not. After the nails are through, it's fast to pull them the rest of the way through on the other side.”

“Yeah, but I bet one or two others could do that while four of you are getting them punched through easily.”

“Wanna try and get the rest of the stack done today and see just how fast we can do it?”

“Fuck yeah.” He grinned, and then turned to go do what he wants to do.

He was back not even twenty minutes later with the first group of volunteers, they would have to leave in only ten minutes for their next class, but then the next class will probably be happy to help as well. Chance was right, though, by the end of classes for the day, with six of them working on it, they now have several hundred board feet of almost usable lumber.

Chance will work the next day as well to finish making it usable, which means passing the metal detector over every piece to ensure there is no more metal, and then running it through their custom made wire brush machine. It looks just like a planer, and in fact that is what it had been in a previous life, but the cutter head had been removed and replaced with a custom made wire brush head instead. Of course, the whole head assembly had had to be modified in order to do this, and it looks like it was heavily modified, but it works perfectly for ensuring that there is no dirt and debris in their wood before putting it through the cutting tools.

When they were done, Chance went to the sewing room, where almost all the students have decided to work on making their very own patchwork quilts. They have all finished the sweaters that they were making, even Chance had somehow managed to finish his, even though the others started far sooner than he had. It is perfect timing too, because winter is in full swing and some days are downright cold, and they all need warmer clothes. This is the same reason everyone wants a nice quilt, and this way they get to make it their own as well. Even though Chance and Zayden really only need one for the two of them, they are each making their own. They will all likely need two blankets once it gets really cold anyway, so this way they will already have two. They already made their own pillows, so now this is their only real need, and with all the lighter bedding that they had managed to find for free or super cheap, everyone is at least comfortable for now.

The following day, as he figured, by the time classes were out for the day, Chance had all the pallet wood ready to be used, and as he got it ready, other kids started picking pieces for what they are working on. Just before the end of the school day, though, the delivery driver from the closer lumber yard came by with another large load of pallets and other assorted sheet goods and lumber. He even had an entire lift of maple boards that he had said the boss did not like the looks of, so gave them to the school to try and use what they can. It was certainly a D grade lumber, most of them were anywhere from as little as one meter long to almost two meters long, and there were lots of gnarly looking knots and disfigurations, but they at the store all thought that the school could certainly put it to good use.

Chance had been the only one out there at the time, and he thanked the driver, and told him to make sure and tell his boss how much they all appreciated it. So, now they have even more really good usable woods, and he has probably another two full days of pallet dissections to do, and that will only be if five others all help him at the same time again. He is absolutely okay with this though, he loves doing this.

Once more, he was right, because, two days later, and he was done all the pallets, and their stacks of lumber are getting really good and full. Now Chance gets to have even more fun, because he loves the woodworking so much, that that is where he spends most of his school days. Some days he will work in the metal shop, but almost never the auto shop, he has no interest in doing that really, though the kids are working on something cool in there.

They had gotten a really old milk truck for free several months back, and they have been working lots on it since. It had needed a shit load of work; body work, wood work, and, most importantly, engine work. By the sounds of it, it pretty much needed an entire new engine, but instead they stripped it right down, and are in the process of putting it all together, replacing only the parts that need it. Some kids are working on that, while others are still working on the body, though now they are painting it, they are putting the school name and logo on it to be used as a school van. Chance himself had helped with the interior woodworking that had to be done, but mostly it was the other kids, since this was mostly their project.

Chance still joins the rest of the school in their afternoon crafts, doing whatever he feels like doing, and most days he and Zayden are together in doing so, but not always. Most days Chance does not even join the others in their daily physical activities, but some days he does. Chance had never been the sporty type, and hates most sports anyway, and he feels that he works off more than enough of his supposedly endless energy in other ways.

At dinner this evening, Peter joined Chance and Zayden.

“So, Chance, I finally had a chance to finish reading the report you did up on dyslexia, impressive amount of research and detail.”

“Thanks Sir.”

“That wasn't even your finished copy, and I still would've marked it an A plus, there were so few errors, and most of them were just minor spelling or punctuation. You took an incredibly dry subject matter and made it an incredible read. And, by the way, three hundred and forty three sources cited at the end, that was three full pages, and your report was ten and a half alone.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to put everything in that I could find, and I did.”

“Yeah, and I admit, I've learned more about dyslexia since I started reading it than I ever knew existed. After the first day, I did also give it to our resident learning disabilities assistant, and he finished it yesterday, and said that he learned a shit load as well. We're gonna start implementing it tomorrow, he's gonna start testing every student that we know that has dyslexia and try to figure out which method will work best for them. That little trick that's been helping Zayden's already helped him immensely, which, congratulations Zayden, I saw your last English test, you fucking nailed that bitch, aced it, I bet that felt spectacular.”

“I'm not entirely convinced that spectacular quite covers it Peter.”

“I bet not, and how long were you able to last, Chance, with him thanking you repeatedly that night.”

“Damn near three hours, we lost count of how many times we each came, and all by mouth and hand, we still haven't even made love yet.”

“Good, I'm glad.” He smiled brightly.

“Yeah. I doubt that the same thing will help more than one or two more of the kids here, but you never know, and even if Zayden's the only one that that one helps, hopefully one of the others will help them, and while it'd be unwise to hope that we get them up to a hundred percent, it is still what I hope. I want everyone to feel how good it can be, just like Zayden did.”

“Does.” Zayden smiled brightly.

“Good.” Peter and Chance said together.

“So, when's the school district coming in to start the rest of our housing, and have you started the interviews yet?”

“They were supposed to have started today, but the units weren't ready yet, but I was assured that they're to be ready today, and might even be delivered tonight still, but probably tomorrow, then the guys come in and start their work tomorrow now. As for interviews, yes, I've done five teacher interviews, but only two of which are suitable at all. I have another ten to do this week, so hopefully I can get the rest. One of the two that I want already said that he'd love to come live here as well. I told him flat out that there'll come a time when he'll have to turn down a student, that it's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when, and that living here will make it even harder, but that he must. He blushed, but assured me that that simply won't be a problem. Like I said, several students, probably a couple hundred likely by now, two of which I am sitting with right now, have flung themselves at me, promised to make me feel like a god, but that we simply can't do that.”

“Yeah, well, it'll be neither of us that tests him. So, you only have room to house two more teachers, what if all of them wanna?”

“Then I guess we'll see what we can do at that time. Really, most teachers will have their own housing, the fact that most of our teachers decided to stay in school was personal preference, and certainly far easier, not to mention far cheaper, so, I don't think it'll be too big an issue.”

“I bet it'll come to being a big issue though. I'm willing to bet that, sooner, rather than later, they'll all wanna stay too. I trust you're gonna try your best to find teachers who came from the same sorta background as all of us?”

“Absolutely, and that's the reason why I've already chosen two.”

“Good. No one can understand us better than those that were raised in the gutters as well.”

“Exactly. Have you had an email from the university yet, and have you finalized what courses you wanna start taking?”

“No, nothing yet, I was gonna wait and see what all they said first, but, I'm really thinking that becoming a teacher might not be so bad. Zayden says he wants to do the same thing. We can both teach here 'til we get the experience we need, then I think we should find another city, another shit hole, just like this, and see what we can do with it. There's lotsa shit hole places where the kids are being discarded because of where they were born and how rough they are around the edges. We both talked it over, we're doing so much good here, that if we can maybe take your little project elsewhere and do this too, then it can only be great.”

“Well, I for one think that that's brilliant, of course, and you know you'll both have a post here when the time comes, and then, when the time comes for you to move on and make another school just like this, then we'll be sad to see you go, but happy to see you go for the reason you will. Like you, I think that this little project of mine needs to be spread around, expanded upon, help to clean up what all the normal people call trash.”

“Of course we'd be sad to go too, but for some things, it's worth it, and we both think that that'd be a very worthy reason to leave.”

“Yes, yes it would, I couldn't agree more. When I was punished with coming to this hell hole, I thought for sure that it was the end of my career, that I'd never get a job elsewhere, that I'd likely get shanked in my first week, but, in the end, it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Yes, well, hell hath no hole deeper than this, and it's the best place on Earth.” Zayden smiled warmly.

“I'll drink to that.” Peter said, and raised his glass of orange juice for a toast, which the two boys happily obliged.

They chatted happily for the rest of their dinner, and then went and relaxed for the night. When the boys went to bed, they changed each other, but only after kissing and rubbing for almost an hour first, letting off a little more back pressure, and Chance happily slipped his hand inside Zayden's diaper during each of their shared orgasms to collect Zayden's copious creamy cum load, which he then slurped up and shared with Zayden in sexy cum kisses.

The next day, as promised, the buildings were delivered, and a crew was there to install them and get them all hooked up, while another crew came in and started installing a nice covered walkway for the students, so that they would not get soaked from their travels during the rather frequent and large rain storms they often receive. None of the kids really care about that all that much, but Peter had thought that it would be nice for them, and the school board had not had a problem with it. It is a really cool system that they put in, it bolted right to the existing concrete, so was fast and easy to install, and has a domed clear cover, so that it does not make it dark or dreary for the students.

It took them only two days to do everything, and while there had been four trailers, there are only two units, two pairs went together to make them, and because of this, each unit has even more bedrooms and a larger bathroom than two of the others combined, so that is nice. One is clearly a boys dorm, because it has urinals, whereas the other is a girls, because it does not, which is perfect. They too are done simply though, no real decoration, the students are allowed to paint their bedrooms to their tastes, and they get to make their own beds and dressers as well.

The day after the crew left, a mattress store truck arrived, and offloaded twenty mattresses, and then was back two more times. Peter called his boss and asked him if he had arranged that as well, to which he of course said yes, and so Peter thanked him, but, his boss thanked Peter even more. He told Peter very clearly that what he has done with the school, and most importantly, the students, had far exceeded anyone's expectations, and that he has taken so many kids from the jails and given them new life, new meaning, and has produced a great deal of exceptional members of society, including several business owners, and far more trades people than they ever dreamed possible. He then asked Peter when he can start arranging to have students come for interviews, to which Peter said probably the following week, that he still has a few more teacher interviews first, and that he has already chosen two likely candidates. He simply said, good, and then they chatted for a few minutes more before hanging up.

Peter got his teacher interviews taken care of over the next couple days, and finally he had chosen his five, went over it with his boss, but said that three of them wished to stay in the school, but that he only has space for two, and he said he would have someone come and take care of that, which was great, and a week after that, another dorm unit was brought in for teachers and put in, and the walkway extended to meet up with it now, so now there is a teachers dorm that will hold almost all the teachers that they already have.

During that time, Peter started having kids come in for interviews, and for every interview, he had Chance with him, as well as at least one or two more students, so that they could all have a say in this. It took a full week to interview every student, and of the fifty two students that had been recommended, Peter and the kids all agreed on forty nine of them.

The other three they did not feel needed their school, and would not benefit from it. Two of them Peter honestly told their social workers to get them serious psychological help, because they were scary beyond belief, and he has only ever met two others like them, and he had had to hand them over to the police, one of whom had tried to stab him. The other student, there was simply no reason for her to even be at a school like Last Chance, she had never been suspended, let alone expelled, she is an orphan, but lives with a good and caring foster family, and does reasonably well in school, so, no real reason. Chance and Zayden both agreed on that one, with Peter, because the three of them had been the one to interview her.

The two that they had refused, one boy, one girl, Chance said that they both gave him the shivers, they were so scary, and he had met some pretty scary people in his life, yet they made him shiver. Even Peter, who always looks for the good in kids, could not see it, and that scared him. And these are the reasons why they were refused.

As soon as all the students were accepted, they were pretty much all moved to the school in one day, and it was a madhouse of activity for the entire day. Every existing student there was present to help get all the new kids settled. For obvious reasons, they did this on Saturday, to reduce the interruption to class, and get everyone settled before class begins again on Monday. They did a large assembly Saturday afternoon, once everyone was mostly settled down, and the same day all the students were introduced, so were the five new teachers, as well as the two support staff that Peter had found.

One support staff worker is a cook who learned how to cook in prison, he was a gutter born, just like most of the kids, and he loves teaching others how to cook. The other support staff is another teachers aid, specializing in learning disabilities, so now they will have two of these people. When she was hired, Peter gave her the paper that Chance had written on dyslexia, and she came back a couple days later and said even she had learned a few things, and had even went and visited every source that Chance had given and verified it all, and said that it had been an incredibly well done paper, and was shocked at who had done it.

So, now with the school at the most students it has ever had, at just over a hundred and sixty, there is lots of work to be done to schedule everything so that everyone can do just about anything that they want. Every last one of the new teachers is really good at some sort of craft or trade, and even their new teachers aid is really good in a few different arts, and has agreed to teach the kids that too. One of the teachers is another shop teacher, which is perfect, so that the shops can now be open pretty near all day, because they have three teachers to do it all now. One of the teachers is another home ec teacher, and he too will help take off the stress from the one other teacher. One is an arts teacher, someone that they did not truly have previously, but he can teach all sorts of arts to the students. And again, someone that they did not technically have before, but do now, a music teacher. Peter had had to call around and get a bunch of instruments, most of them for free, or some really good deals when he had to, and the kids love that, because who does not like music. Their last teacher is another math and science teacher, but he too is really good in automotive, and loves fixing old cars, but is also amazing in small engine repairs.

Come Monday, it was a bit of a shit show, to say the least, but everyone had as much fun as they could. Three times throughout the day, Peter had to go around and try and figure out what went wrong and where, and attempt to fix it, and each time, he just laughed, and said, figures, but, by the end of the week, it was going pretty smoothly, and all the new students are already enjoying their new home, their new school, and, most importantly, their new shot at life, or, as with most, their first shot at life, their first chance.

Most of these kids never got quite as low as many of their pre-existing classmates, yet they were all on track to end up at Last Chance anyway, and while not all the students were homeless, even those who lived with parents decided almost instantly to come live in the school, virtually every last one of them not in good home situations, yet, not all either. Most of the kids were either bad bullies, or badly bullied, almost all of them were rough around the edges to say the least, they swore like truckers, they fucked anything that moved, had been running the streets since they were young, most of them had at least one run in with the police, several were several, and there are several more that are addicted to drugs and or alcohol, which means they are now in rehab to quit them as well, so, the perfect kids for a gutter school.

Of course, Peter made every last one of them promise him that they would try their hardest, and that he too would try his hardest to make this the best place they could imagine. By weeks end, they all agreed that their new home was amazing. They always have great food, they have teachers who understand them, they are being taught in so many different ways to help their clear learning disabilities that virtually every last one of them had been plagued with their entire lives, and they are learning so many other cool and interesting things that they have never learned before.

By the end of the first week, every kid had made their own bed, dresser, blanket, and pillow, but, of course, room partners got to team up to build their bed and dresser together. In the meantime, their mattresses were just laid on the floors in their rooms, which left not much room, but, for most of the kids, they have way more room than they had ever had before, and they love it. They also love Friday night; pizza, movie, and popcorn 'til you are sick.

There are also two more boys that are diaper wearers, and Chance and Zayden had proudly told them that so are they, and they grinned. Both were gay as can be, and Chance made sure that those two boys shared a room, and by the end of the week, Chance could tell that they are boyfriends as well. A bit better than half the students that they had just got were either bi or gay, which is sickeningly common amongst the homeless youth in almost any big city, even still, far too many parents kick their kids out for being disgusting and useless, which is why not all the kids were born in the gutter, some were thrown there by horrible parents.

They had already had in their school three students who were gender neutral or fluid, and with their new batch, they added two more. They were given the choice as to whether they stayed in the boys dorms, the girls dorms, or in the school which could really be either, as with the others in their place, they chose inside the school, since it makes it easier, depending upon how they feel on any particular day.

It was also during this week that they managed to arrange to have any and all students that might have vision problems to go in to the optometrists office to have her students do all the tests, In all, there were just over sixty kids that Peter wanted tested, and they got all the kids done easily. Most of them simply just needed reading glasses, and Peter was told who needed what, but six kids needed something more, but the owner told Peter not to worry about it, that she would figure something out, and have the required glasses to him in a week or so. As promised, the required glasses were delivered to the school, and the optometrist happily told Peter that she was able to get the lenses pretty much free, and the frames had all been rejects for one reason or another that she had easily fixed. None of them are overly fashionable, but, like she said, vision trumps fashion when you need cheap. He, as well all the students that needed them, thanked her profusely.