Chapter 7

Just as spring ended, there came a whisper to them that there is a homeless kid somewhere, the police cannot catch him, the social workers have tried as well, but he keeps slipping through their fingers, and so, they contacted Peter, under the table of course. Since Chance is still so small, and not very threatening looking, yet shockingly tough, Peter asked him if he would go scour the area for the boy and bring him home. Chance took the opportunity.

He has nothing of any value on him as he goes out one afternoon. He knows the area well that the boy has been spotted, it used to be his home turf, so he knows all the best hiding places. It took a little better than an hour, but Chance saw him.

“Hi there. You must be new here, haven't seen you 'round these gutters before.” Chance said softly.

“My parents kicked me out two weeks ago, or, at least I think it was about that. He said softly, on the verge of crying.

“I grew up in these gutters, come, sit, tell me your tale, and no matter how embarrassing you think it is, I hundred percent you, I've heard way worse.”

“Okay.”

They went and sat down in the alley they were in, tucked in behind an old smelly and over flowing garbage bin. Chance said nothing, and for several minutes, neither did the boy, but, then he started.

“I'm gay.” He said softly.

“I felt that much. Is that why your parents kicked you out?”

“Yeah, and another reason.”

Chance said nothing, letting the boy say it when he was ready.

“I liketa wear diapers, I pretended to still wet the bed, to at least get Pullups, but I wanted real diapers. I finally worked up the courage to go buy some, and I'd made myself a toy for my bum, and one night, they weren't supposed to be home, I was fucking myself through a super soggy diaper, and they barged in and caught me. They screamed, they hit, they berated, and then they told me I'm no child of theirs and to get the fuck out. I barely had time to put some clothes on, these ones in fact, and that's what I left with, nothing else. I'm starving, and I'm just hoping someone will come and kill me.” He said, tears streaking down.

Instead of saying anything, Chance pulled the slightly bigger and older boy to him, and hugged him tightly. He held him and said nothing as the boy cried until he was cried out. With the emotional turmoil, he also fell asleep. Chance let him sleep, and for probably an hour or more, they stayed just like that before the boy finally woke up.

“Thanks, it's been a long time since someone just held me. It feels nice. Why are you still here though, I'm a freak?”

“Meh, we're all freaks. Besides, you're not the only gay baby boy diaper lover in this alley.”

“Really?” He whispered hoarsely.

“Yep. Don't go falling in love with me though, I already have a boyfriend. I was asked to come and find you and bring you to a special school, somewhere where kids like us can be free to be who and what we are. I was born gutter trash, you were tossed in the gutter, and roughly half the kids were either/or themselves, hell, even our teachers. We live there, we get fed well, we get simple little rooms, and we get lotsa great activities to keep us all busy and help earn money to help run our school.”

“Really?” He said again.

“Yep. Now, how come you kept evading the police and the social workers?”

“Scared, no one would want a defective piece of shit like me anyway, so I would've been tossed around like a diseased rodent.”

“Yeah, been there, done that. There's a new place in town where they stick defective pieces of shit now, and it's the best place in the world for us.”

“You're not lying, are you?”

“Nope, not at all. You can trust me. All you haveta do is trust me and promise to do your best, and the Last Chance school will be the best place in the world.”

“The Last Chance school, but isn't that where the bullies and the killers go?”

“Yep, I was once one of them. Well, didn't kill them, but damn near, and I would've too.”

“Really.” He gasped in shock.

“Yep, you Sir, are looking at an almost hardened criminal. I was offered school or jail. I took school.” He grinned.

“What about the other kids, don't they bully you for being a freak?”

“In our school, we're all freaks, we all come from the same place, and we all want and need the same thing, a place where we can feel like we're normal. There we're normal, even though we're not. I'm not the only gay baby boy diaper lover there, there's several others, we've also got several crossdressers or full on trannies, I bet fully half of us are gay or otherwise sick, fuck, plenty of us sold our asses or pussies to get food, or for many, drugs and or alcohol, fuck, I bet we even have at least twenty or thirty other totally shocking fetishes in our school. Our principal, Peter, is the coolest man you'll ever meet, and he will make you promise to do well, and you'll wanna do it too, just to make him proud of you. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.”

“And he won't threaten to sell me to the meanest men, to be fucked like I deserve?”

“No, he'd never do that. And don't bother asking him if he'll do you either, I tried, and he told me that that'd never happen.”

“You offered yourself to a man?”

“Hell, since I was eight, that's the first time I offered my little gay baby boy pussy to a man, I'd already been fucked before then, but he was my first man. You've never been fucked, have you?”

“No, not for lack of wanting.”

“Yeah, well, I know of at least a couple other gay baby boys in the school, I won't tell you who, but if you introduce yourself in the school as a gay boy diaper wearer, they'll likely search you out, and who knows, maybe you can get a baby boyfriend outta the deal. So, how old are you, what's your name, how well did you do in school, all that sorta thing?”

“I'm Marshall, I just turned fourteen, and I was an A Honours student. My parents were pretty well off, but, I guess I no longer have parents any more.”

“No, but now you'll have an even better family, I promise you. All you haveta do is try your hardest, be yourself, never back down from a challenge, and live. It'll be awesome, I guarantee it.”

“So, what's your name, and how old are you?”

“Oh yeah, I'm Chance, I'm thirteen, and yes, I know, I look eleven, but I've finally started puberty, my doctor had been worried that I might not, but being at our school and getting good food and lots of good sleep, and of course understanding, seems to have helped me out. When I arrived, fuck how many months ago now, I looked like a fucking eight year old. At least now Peter says I look closer to my age, just still a little on the small side, but that's not likely to change. By the way, I'm also in university now. They say I'm brilliant beyond measure. I say fuck that noise, I'm still just gutter trash.”

“It's good to meet you Chance. I can honestly say I've never met anyone quite like you before.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It was.”

“Good. So, you wanna go, you'll haveta sit and talk to Peter, he'll ask you all the same things, he'll make you promise to do well, and don't be ashamed to tell him who you truly are and why you were kicked out. I promise, he understands probably more than you do what we're going through. You've lived through it for days, we lived through it our whole lives.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

“Good, you should.” Chance smiled warmly.

Chance sprung up to his feet, extended his hand, and Marshall took it and Chance pulled him up. Marshall was shocked by the amount of strength he felt in the slightly younger, but much smaller boy. The funny thing is, Chance never let go of Marshall's hand as they walked the entire distance to the school, and though it embarrassed Marshall, he also enjoyed it, and never tried to detach. When they made it to the school, Chance took Marshall right to Peter's office.

“New prisoner for inspection Sir.” Chance giggled.

“Mmm, and a tasty looking prisoner he is too. Fuck, you're a right little pretty boy, aren't you.” Peter said.

“Ummm, ummm, ummm.”

“He's pretty new to the streets, he was only just kicked out, so while he's now gutter trash, same as the rest of us, he's not used to it, and didn't haveta live in the pits long, nor did he haveta resort to gutter tactics to survive.” Chance warned.

“Ah. Don't normally see street kids blush like that. I take it you haven't had to sell that hot looking little bum of yours yet to pay for food?”

“No.”

“You're lucky. Me, many of my teachers, and a considerable amount of my kids here hadta do so in order to survive. Then you have the kids like Chance who almost never charged for the pleasure, he was just a right little slut.”

“You did?”

“Yep, I was born to the very gutters you were thrown into, I was sold by my parents to any man wanting to fuck a little boy. Most of the time I rather enjoyed it, but not always.”

“My parents threatened me with that, but then just told me to get out, that I was no child of theirs. My mom was the meanest of them, told me that.....Well, I just don't know if I can repeat it, it was so horrible what she said to me. I mean, I was fucking my gay baby boy diaper loving pussy through a super soggy baby diaper, but still, there was no call for what she said to me.” He said, and though he blushed even more, he managed to say it.

“Congratulations for saying that. During your therapy sessions, you'll eventually be able to get it out and deal with the pain, but, it's a little too soon for you. We don't normally get kids quite so green. You might not even be truly suitable for this school because of that. Most of my kids learned to be mean, they learned to use their bodies to get what they wanted and needed, most know the pain and horror of being beaten horrifically, or having their asses or their pussies fisted roughly for someone else's perverse pleasures, and yes, that's me too. Most of us would or did do anything, and I mean anything to survive. You never went through that. What do you think Chance, you've got amazing senses, what's your feeling on this?”

“Well, on one hand, he's certainly not used to anything near what the rest of us were, but, on the other hand, he's certainly as trashy as the worst of us, I can feel a dirty kinky gay baby boy slut lurking underneath the surface.” Chance said, and as he said so, Marshall just blushed.

“That's not very nice.” He stuttered.

“Buddy, I like my boys a little on the trashy side, hell, a lot. As deep in the gutter as you can go, I feel you'd be well at home there. Tell me, how much do you want an orgy, how many men do you want there, all there to fuck and fill you and only you. You desperately want every drop of cum and piss they can fill you with too, don't you, three cocks in you at a time, all spewing forth every drop they have to offer. And you want that line to keep on going 'til you're either finally satisfied or dead, whatever comes last.”

“Wow, you know all that?”

“Know it, fuck, I've felt it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, most I ever had at one shot was nine men, I wanted a hundred. So, how many and how much?”

“As many as possible, and so much I'm not sure they have a measurement large enough to say it.”

“Yeah, know how you feel. The funny thing is, since coming here, I haven't had anal sex even once. My boyfriend and I've been taking our time, learning to really love each other. We suck and finger each other all the time, and we love to fist fuck each other occasionally as we suck each other, but we've still not made love, and since he and I came together, I haven't even desired to be a dirty rotten slut.”

“That's hot, you fist fuck each other.”

“Hell yeah. What's the most you've ever gotten inside your hot gay baby bum?”

“My fist, and my dildo, at the same time.” He grinned slightly.

“Nice. You really were working hard to take two men at a time, weren't you?”

“Yeah, I've dreamed of it since I was ten, at the oldest.”

“Nice.”

“So, tell me more about yourself Marshall?” Peter asked.

He told Peter everything that he had told Chance, as well as lots more, and for almost an hour, the three of them talked. They got to know who Marshall really is.

“Well, I think I'm satisfied. You must promise me that you'll do your very best here though.”

“I promise.” He said easily and quickly.

“And I too promise to do my best for you as well. Now, we're a full boarding school, so you'll get a room, usually you'll have a room mate, but you make us into an odd number of boys, and I doubt you wanna share with the odd numbered girl, you don't strike me as the least bit straight.”

“Hell no.”

“Thought so. So, 'til you find a boyfriend and partner up, you'll get a room to yourself.”

“We're allowed to have boyfriends and live together?”

“Yes, and you'll get the list of rules around here in a moment, but a major one is no public displays of affection. We all know what you horny teens want and need, and I couldn't possibly stop you even if I wanted to, so, I turn a blind eye. Doctors exams are mandatory, he'll be coming to get you within the next day or two, he'll take so much blood, semen, and urine, that you'll likely feel woozy. When and if you have sex, condoms are supplied and are mandatory, unless you're in a committed relationship and you're both cleared by the doctor first, yet still, I strongly advise you wear. Now, you're a full on gay baby boy diaper lover, so, you'll need diapers.”

“You'll let me wear diapers full time?”

“Of course I will, why wouldn't I?”

“But, but, but, that's depraved behavior.”

“Yeah, and your point is?”

“Isn't it wrong?”

“Does it feel wrong?”

“Oh yeah, and oh so right.” He sighed.

“Exactly. No matter your depravity here, you're accepted. I strongly suggest you take a page outta Chance's book, and when you get introduced to the school at dinner tonight, that you tell everyone who and what you are. So what if you love diapers, no one cares that you don't need them. Ask Chance, he needs them, but he'd never give them up now.”

“Nope, never happen.”

“Really.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Yes. Virtually every gay boy here has toys, I happily bought many of them, yet so many boys, and even several girls, turned their first, sometimes even their second and third, in shop class, I assure you, it's quite enjoyable. The cross dressers are allowed to wear what they want, when they want, and even use whatever bathrooms they care to that day, and you can wear whatever you want, as long as it's not revealing. If you're a full on teen baby, you're even welcome to make yourself baby clothes in the sewing class and wear them, I assure you, you wouldn't be the only one who's done so. If there's anything that we can get for you, within reason of course, you have no fears, just ask, and if I can, I'll get it for you.”

“I think you made him super hard with that one.” Chance giggled, because he looked down, and Marshall is pushing a rather sizable bulge in his ratty pants.

“He's probably not the only one.”

“True, but he looks way bigger 'an me.”

“Yes, well, he looks like a fourteen year old, you still look like an eleven year old, maybe a young twelve now.”

“Fair enough. That's a pretty decent sized weapon you're packing there Marshall, how big is it?”

“Almost fourteen centimeters long, and about seven or eight around.” He admitted, blushing of course.

“Nice. Had I've met you on the streets, I would've ridden and drained you so fucking much, I may've mummified you.”

“And he came.” Peter chuckled.

It is apparent that Marshall is not wearing any underwear, because the wet spot showed up rather quickly, and it is a good sized wet spot at that.

“Mmmm, me thinks it's been several days since you came last, fuck, that's a big load of baby cream.” Chance said, licking his lips.

“Since two days before I was caught. I was edging myself for two days, waiting for my parents to go out, I was planning on taking a good long time, I never went off, now I just did.”

“Wow, never tried that before.” Chance admitted.

“Me neither.” Peter said.

“Yeah, well, I hadta wear five pairs of underwear to keep things down, not to mention, I liked the thickness.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Nice, well now you'll get proper thick thirsty tape on baby diapers. And they are good too. Nice and thick, plenty thirsty, and so comfortable, especially once wet.”

“Have you tried double diapering with them?”

“No.”

“Or how about a baby diaper inside one?”

“No.”

“How about a cloth diaper so thick it's like wearing a pillow?”

“No.”

“I wanna try it all. I've dreamed of being diapered all day every day for as long as I can remember, and I've wanted them ultra thick, and ultra thirsty. I've read dozens, maybe hundreds of stories, many of them gay diaper love stories, and that always made me the hardest.”

“I'll get you baby diapers, or diaper doublers, or even both if you'd like.” Peter offered.

“Really, you'd do that?”

“Sure. Are you a teen baby as well?”

“Yes and no. I don't like pooping my diapers, though I have before, I have no desire to sleep in a crib, and I don't want someone to treat me like a baby, at least all the time. I do want ultra thick baby diapers, and maybe even baby bottles and soothers, super cute baby jammies would be amazing, and maybe even some of the clothes would be awesome.”

“Then I think you'll enjoy sewing class, there you're welcome to make anything you care to, including the cloth diaper of your dreams. If I'm not mistaken, there's still lots of the cloth diaper materials left over from the cloth diaper run we did a while back.”

“Cloth diaper run. Where'd you run in cloth diapers, and all of you?”

“No no, nothing like that.” Peter laughed. “No, what I meant was, we did an entire run of assorted sizes of cloth diapers to give to parents of babies and young children who couldn't afford disposable diapers. We also made blankets and clothes for them at the same time.”

“Oh, almost got excited there for a minute.” Marshall grinned cutely.

“If you wanted, you'd be more than welcome, though technically a diaper only isn't considered fully clothed, so you'd haveta wear a baby outfit over top of it, but just a cute little baby onesie would be considered fully dressed here.”

“Wow, I might even do that.”

“If you make a super thick cloth diaper, I will too, and my boyfriend Zayden likely will as well. And Peter, I'd absolutely take some diaper doublers as well please. I've heard of them, just never seen or used one, so never thought of it.”

“You didn't get much computer access, did you?”

“No, before coming here, my sole computer usage was while at school, and there I'd never search for anything like that.”

“Sure, I haveta order more diapers anyway, so I'll order a bunch for you boys at the same time. Would you also like some mega thick baby diapers Chance, since I'm certain I'll be buying some for Marshall.”

“Oooh, yes please, and enough for Zayden as well.”

“Of course.”

“I haveta go pee, any chance you could show me to my room, so that I can put a diaper on please?”

“Of course, the diaper change room's right around the corner, though it doesn't get used much any more, since all the students have their own bedrooms, but we still keep it fully stocked in case it's closer and easier for the boys to get changed.”

“No girl diaper wearers?”

“No, not this year, and usually for every one female diaper lover we get, we get ten males. It's the boys who seem to love those more, just not only.”

“That's what I found as well.”

“Peter, if you wanna take Marshall to the change room, I'll hit the clothes store to see if I can find him some decent clothes, his probably can't even be salvaged and made into something new.”

“That's a great idea Chance, and I think I agree with you as well. They're practically rags already.”

“Yeah, but at least we can use them as rags in the shops still and get one last use from them.”

“Yep, all about the reusing.”

Peter led Marshall to the change room, while Chance headed to the storage room. Once there, Peter showed Marshall where all the supplies are, then left him to change. Chance quickly searched the racks with Marshall's size on them, and found some clothes that would make Marshall look as good as he should. He headed back, and knocked on the door and Marshall opened the door, exposing himself in just his freshly wetted diaper.

“Ooh, you're fucking hot in a soggy baby diaper, and you musta hadta go real bad, you almost got it to quarter capacity in one wetting.”

“Thanks, I bet you're even better looking, you're so cute already, but in only a soggy baby diaper, I bet you're smokin' hot. As for peepeeing my thick thirsty tape on baby diaper, yeah, I hadta go real bad. I've never actually gotten to wear a proper baby diaper, well, since I was a baby of course. This is so much nicer.”

“I never hadta suffer with Pullups, well, that's not true, some of the stupid foster families gave me Pullups, but I refused them, made them get me baby diapers, though there were a few times when I hadta suffer through one for the night.”

“I'll never wanna go back, this is way better.”

“Yeah.”

“Get in there and get dressed. Though, I do agree, you are pretty hot in a diaper, and I'm not even a diaper lover.” Peter said.

“Thanks.”

Marshall grabbed the clothes from Chance's hands, and without even closing the door, he put on the pants and shirt that Chance had brought him. Chance had to grin, he had chosen perfectly, and Marshall's super thick diaper shows just the right amount.

“I can see that I'm wearing a diaper.” He said, while looking at himself in the full length mirror. “You're sure no one will harass me?”

“Absolutely certain.” Peter said.

“Good, then it's perfect.”

“Good.” Peter and Chance said together.

So, for the next hour, before dinner time, they toured the school, and Marshall got to pick one of the six bedrooms that they have open. He chose the one that is right next door to Chance and Zayden, though Chance had said nothing of that, but is happy and told Marshall this, and why, who is also happy. Marshall loves the shops, and says that he loves doing all that stuff, but mechanical stuff most of all. He was shown the sewing and craft room, and he loves this as well, said he has always wanted to really learn how to sew. He even loves their roof top garden. All the classrooms were looked into, and while they had seen just about every student, they had told everyone that introductions will be made later. Finally the dinner bell rang, and everyone filed into the cafeteria together.

“So, as everyone knows, Chance went out today to scout out a possible new student. He was brought home, so, everyone, welcome your new brother, Marshall.”

“Hi Marshall.” Everyone said happily.

“Now, Marshall, go ahead and tell them who you are.”

“Okay, well, um, I'm Marshall, like you were told, I'm fourteen, and I was kicked out of my house a few days ago, because I'm a horrible disgrace of a human being, a piece of shit, I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover.” He said softly, but clearly enough that everyone heard him.

“Congratulations. It takes a lot of courage to do that, even when you know that it's gonna be okay. I promised you that nothing bad would happen because of it, and it won't, but that still takes guts. So, would anyone like to have Marshall join them, since he's talked lots with Chance and I, so he should get to know someone else.” Peter asked.

One hand in particular went up, and Chance hid a bright smile, it is exactly who he had been hoping it would be. One of the other gay baby boy diaper lovers in the school.

“There you go Marshall. Go see Jamie, and he'll get you more acclimated to the school.” Peter said, pushing the scared young man gently toward the thirteen year old boy.

“Perfect, I hoped he'd claim Marshall as his own, I think they'll make a cute couple.” Chance said to Peter, and then, just then, Zayden came up and hugged his boyfriend.

“I'm glad you're back Baby. Letting you go out into the wild like that all alone left me feeling really antsy the whole time you were gone.”

“It's daylight, it's reasonably safe, and I'm not without skills, so nothing to worry about Baby.”

“I know, but you would've been nervous if it was me out there too.”

“Yes, but you're just a little softy who couldn't hurt a flea.”

“Yeah, that's what they usedta call me.” He laughed.

“No no, it was wimp and weakling, wasn't it.”

“Only if they wanted to die a painful death.” Zayden growled menacingly, then broke out giggling.

“Yeah. It is good to be back home where I belong though. I don't belong out there in the wild jungle any more, I'm a tamed animal too.”

“Yeah, let's eat Baby.”

They joined the rest of their fellow classmates and teachers and went and got a good dinner. They sat and chatted happily with those at their table, and then, after dinner, they went and played in the games room with several others.

By the end of the week, Marshall has already come right out of his shell, and seems very happy, Chance has noted, and when Peter delivered the super thick diapers, and doublers, Chance, Zayden, and Marshall, as well as Jamie were all triple diapered, they each had one of their regular diapers with a whole bunch of holes in them, then one of the ultra thick ones over top of that, with an incredibly thirsty doubler between them. They had all had to put on diaper shirts and tape the diapers up extra well in order to hold them on, and every person in the school can tell exactly what they are wearing, and most just grinned at them and told them they were naughty baby boys, and of course they smiled and said thanks.

That night, Chance and Zayden were so fucking horny from wearing such amazingly thick baby diapers all day, and they did last all day too, they had changed from their night diaper to them, and now it is bedtime, that they could barely contain their horniness. They fell onto their bed after stripping each other almost violently, and before they knew it, they were sucking each other. They had pushed down the front of their super thick diapers, so that they could reveal each other, and their hands are also inside the backs of each others diapers, toying with his boyfriends' baby bum hole. Before too long, and with almost no lube, they were fist deep inside each other, moaning and sighing up a storm, sucking and fisting each other as slowly as they were capable of doing.

Their first orgasms, though, came too fast, at almost two minutes, so they did not even bother to stop, and kept right on going. This time they lasted several minutes, but enjoyed their orgasms none the less, and then their third and final cum of the night, before detaching, came damn near twenty minutes later. They changed each other, whispered to each other how much they love each other, and then curled up and went to sleep.

“Mmmm, good morning Baby?” Chance said when he woke up, to find that Zayden is already awake and tickling his chest nicely.

“And good morning to you too Baby.”

“Wanna wear our baby diapers the same way as we did yesterday?”

“For sure, but neither one of us are even full yet, wanna be super naughty and just leave them, and poke holes in them too?”

“Ooh, okay, that sounds really fucking hot.”

“Thought you might like that.”

“Yeah, and here's something else I think you'll think's really fucking hot. I need you finally buried in me, tonight Baby, I want your cum, your piss, your love, all buried deep inside me. I think we've waited long enough, we love each other a great deal, far more than either of us ever dreamed was even possible.” Chance whispered right into Zayden's ear.

“Oh god yes. I've waited my whole life to make love, and to be made love to, I never truly believed that it existed, but I hoped it was real.”

“Me too. Shall we get up, Baby, and be super naughty gay baby boys together.”

“Fuck yeah.”

So, Chance got out of bed, grabbed everything they will be needing, and then proceeded to quadruple diaper his baby boyfriend. As soon as Zayden was properly padded, they traded places, and Chance got his diaper added to as well. They threw on their slimmest pair of pajamas, they had both made them in sewing class, they are a one piece, in a babyish fabric, they are so soft and comfortable, and already shows off their diapers nicely when they care to show them off. Now they are showing off spectacularly.

“Wow, you look really fucking hot like that.” Zayden groaned once he finished getting Chance into his pajamas.

“So do you. Wanna wear just our baby jammies and our mega thick baby diapers all day?”

“I will if you will. We can still put on shoes easily enough, because I wanna work out in the wood shop today.”

“Sounds good to me Baby.”

Just as they were exiting their bedroom, Marshall and Jamie were exiting theirs, for they started sharing just a couple days before, and they have been exceptionally happy since as well. Then they looked at the boys, and they too groaned.

“Wow, you two are fucking hot like that. What've you got on, five diapers?” Jamie asked.

“No, just four, but our inner one is the one we wore last night, so it's nice and soggy, but wasn't full yet.” Chance grinned.

“Wish we had jammies like that now, but wanna go baby diaper each other up the same way Baby, since we're only about half full ourselves?” Marshall asked.

“Okay, and then you wanna go make our own baby jammies today.”

“Not very good at sewing, to tell you the truth, but I will if you can help me.”

“Okay.” He said brightly, and then they ducked back into their bedroom to get each other properly diapered.

Jamie and Marshall joined Chance and Zayden at their table only a few minutes later. They had already gotten their food, and joined the other two who had also already started eating.

“So, you like?” Zayden asked.

“Oh hell yeah, it's amazing.” Marshall said.

“Yeah, it is, isn't it.”

“I wanna try making some cloth diapers today too.” Marshall said.

“Okay, I will if you will.”

“If you can, would you guys make us one each as well please?” Zayden asked.

“Sure, if we can, we will. You want regular, thick, extra thick, or so fucking thick you can't walk?” Marshall grinned.

“I think you know our answer to that. Granted, we should still be able to walk, we don't wanna be carried like babies, now do we.”

“No, that's true.” Marshall said.

They talked and laughed all throughout their breakfast, and then, once they were done, they separated ways and headed out. Marshall and Jamie to the sewing room, where they worked long and hard and got themselves each a very cute pair of pajamas, which they changed into as soon as they were done, and they love them, and then they made each other, as well as Zayden and Chance an ultra thick, all in one cloth diaper.

Chance and Zayden were in with a whole bunch of other kids, they are making more tables and chairs again, since that seems to be their single most popular seller. This time they are making even more, and a few more styles as well. All are having fun and learning lots together.

When it was dinner time, Jamie and Marshall brought Chance and Zayden a gift.

“You got em done?” Chance asked excitedly. “By the way, your baby jammies look amazing as well, and you look so sexy in them, especially with your mega thick baby diapers showing so nicely.”

“Thanks, and yeah, we just finished in fact, just in time.” Marshall said happily.

“Nice, they're so thick and soft. Can't wait to try them out, but that'll be for tomorrow I think.” Chance said.

“That's our plan as well.” Jamie said.

They talked happily as they ate, and then they went and played in one of the lounges until almost an hour before bedtime, when Chance was getting very full, since he is holding his pee, and very horny. He looked to Zayden, who grinned and nodded, saying that he too is getting full and horny, and so, they said goodnight to their friends, and went to bed, but absolutely not to sleep.

“Now, I know that as much as we wanna make hot gay baby boy diaper love to each other, I'm still just too small to do so, so if I can't, then I don't want you to either, and with these diapers, we couldn't possibly anyway.”

“We could just pull them down and make love to each other that way.” Zayden said.

“Yes, but then we'd really needta be in the doggy position for that to work at all, but I wanna look into your gorgeous eyes as we make love for our first time. I wanna hold each other tenderly as we make love, and, most importantly, I wanna kiss deeply as we make love. I want it as slow and tender as we can possibly manage.”

“Mmmm, you do have a point there, and that's what I want as well, so our first time will be bare, but next time, we wear a thinner baby diaper, and we make gay baby diaper love to each other, I think you're more than big enough to go through one of them.”

“Possibly, hopefully.”

They attached themselves at the lips, and kissed deeply, passionately, and for more than ten minutes, that is all that they did. Eventually, their hands started working as well, and they just lightly stroked each other in every area that they knew made the other feel amazing. For almost twenty minutes, this is all they did, still standing there, kissing, still in their cute baby jammies and their amazingly thick and soggy baby diapers.

Even though it was tricky to do so, they did manage to strip each other of their pajamas, and slipped their hands inside each others diapers, and as they kissed more, they are now petting each others baby bums. At much the same time, they reached each others centre, and started tickling and stroking each other in that most tender place. They are moaning deeply into each others mouth as they slowly finger each other, and as they slip a second finger in, they moan even deeper still.

With their other hand, they start releasing all diapers that they are wearing, and as each one falls, with a satisfying sound, at their feet, they move to the next. Finally they are standing there; naked, hard, kissing, and fingering. Their dicks are even now kissing almost as erotically as they are.

Slowly they made their way to the bed, and fell into it, though they never once detached. They are still fingering and kissing each other, and they feel so amazingly good.

“I need you buried inside me please Baby, do it, make love to me, fill me with all the cum and piss you can, and then make love to me again.” Chance whispered.

“Without our baby diapers to catch everything, we might make a bit of a mess.”

“I know, and I'm okay with that. I'll ask that you slip my plug in once you've finished filling me, and I'll do the same for you as well.”

“Okay.”

Chance rolled onto his back, opened and spread his legs invitingly, and Zayden slipped into position, aiming where he and his boyfriend have desired to be for so long already. As soon as Zayden was in position, Chance wrapped his arms and legs around his baby, pressed their lips together once more, and as they began kissing once more, Zayden slipped fully inside Chance, and started making incredibly slow and gentle love to his baby.

Sadly they are too hot, though, and as such, they came only five minutes later, which is probably a full four minutes longer than they thought they might last, but still not the hour that they had hoped for either. Zayden did not stop his motions though, he continued his slow and deliberate, long deep strokes inside Chance, he is slipping in as far as he is able to, then pulling out as far as he is able to. They both feel amazing. Zayden has needed to pee for the last nearly two hours now, and the only reason he was able to hold it at all, is simply because he had been too hard. Granted, more than half the day he had had to force himself to pee, because he had been too hard. Chance was the same, and they grinned to each other several times throughout the day as they noticed this in the other.

Finally the urge to pee slammed into Zayden, and so, he slipped all the way inside his baby, paused all motions, and concentrated just enough to let go his stream. This is probably the largest single load of pee that Zayden has ever expelled, and Chance is moaning even deeper than he is in receiving it.

As soon as the flow stopped, and Zayden had pushed out as much as he could, he started an even slower, softer pace, and truly made love to his baby. Chance is so gloriously juicy now, so slick and amazing, that Zayden feels that he could easily slip his whole hand inside Chance, at the same time. Of course, he is not going to do that. Chance, though, seems to know just what to do with his anal muscles to make it feel utterly amazing to Zayden, he can make himself surprisingly tight, and shockingly loose, and he alternates as to what he does every so often.

They are both sweating hard almost half an hour later, and for easily ten minutes they had forced their orgasms to back off, but, once Chance had enough, and could not hold it any longer, and exploded, it caused Zayden to go off fantastically as well. They both slumped down, Zayden resting on his smaller boyfriend, but not crushing him. They stayed like this for several minutes as they came down from something that was far more, well, everything, than they ever dreamed possible.

“My god, I love you so much Baby, you made me feel like a god.” Chance whispered.

“I love you that much and more Baby, and you made me feel like a god as well.”

“Thanks. You better plug my gay baby bum, and then I so desperately wanna make love to you now.”

“Okay.”

Zayden grabbed the plug off their end table, and as he slipped out of Chance, with a squelching, sucking pop, he reached down and slipped the rather sizable plug inside, to hopefully hold in as much of the mess as possible. They are not really all that worried about it, but still, they do have to sleep in their bed tonight still, and they will almost certainly not have the energy needed to remake the bed, they both know this for fact.

Once Chance was all taken care of, Zayden rolled onto his back, opening and spreading his legs, and Chance took the offer right away and crawled into place. Given their height difference, in this position, it is much harder for them to kiss, but still, as Chance slipped all in Zayden, they did manage just fine, and Chance took up an even slower pace than their last time. Now that the pressure is relieved, he really wants to take his time, and even though he has been ignoring his screaming bladder, it is getting even more insistent, and so, he pauses and pees. Chance also gave a far greater output of pee than he has ever done so before, and they both moan deeply from it, though Zayden did moan more so.

As soon as he stopped peeing, Chance continued making love to his baby, and for almost ten minutes more, he managed to last, making it damn near thirty minutes. Chance too did not stop as soon as he finished cumming, and kept right on going, only he slowed down even more, yet he too is pulling all the way out, before slipping back in as far as he is capable of going. He knows that he does not have a lot to work with yet, but what he has, he is working perfectly, at least Zayden thinks so, and he too is no stranger to being fucked, yet this is absolutely not fucking. In fact it is so far from fucking that they cannot even be compared.

For almost another thirty minutes, they made love, and when finally Zayden came again, Chance exploded a mere one second after, and then that was it. The fact that they were making a mess of the bed no longer mattered, because the mess they are about to make for the rest of the night will make it seem inconsequential. They passed out completely, with light still on, and not covered up, they probably had the single most satisfying sleep of their lives.

Throughout the night, they did move, and Chance is no longer inside Zayden, and instead of Chance laying on Zayden, they are now laying on their sides, yet still intertwined how they were as they had been making love. Several times throughout the night, they peed on each other, and even though the pee was getting cold beneath them, it still did not wake them. It was just after breakfast started, when Peter came to find them, and like the last time that he had had to come and get them, he burst out laughing when he witnessed the scene that he found before him.

“Come on you two very dirty gay baby boys. Wake up.” He said, and for almost five minutes, he had to do this, before they finally came too.

“Oh, yuck, we passed out before diapering each other.” Chance said before he even realized Peter was there.

“Yeah, you sure did, and it smells like a football teams locker room in here too.”

“Oh, good morning Peter.” Zayden groaned as he came to as well. “Yuck, I don't miss this.”

“Me neither.” Chance said.

“Throw on your robes Baby boys, go hit the shower, be quick about it, breakfast started a good twenty minutes ago now, and I'm willing to bet you're both super hungry.”

“Oh yeah, I sure am.” They both said identically, and at the exact same time, then they started giggling.

“Then hop to it boys.”

Peter just laughed as the boys slipped out of bed, Chance reached underneath himself and removed his butt plug, and then they both put on their robes and headed across the hall. Peter very quickly stripped the bedding off the bed, including the protective sheet, because it is soiled as well, and then took it to the laundry room.

By the time Peter made it back, the boys were just exiting from the bathroom. Peter grabbed their brand new cloth diapers, and held them out to the boys, and then grabbed them their one piece pajamas, figuring that they would probably appreciate them right now, and they do. They quickly slipped into their diapers, then their jammies, slipped on their slippers, and headed to the cafeteria with Peter.

“So, finally made love to each other last night, huh.”

“Yeah, do you know everything that happens around here?” Zayden laughed.

“I see all, I know all.” He grinned brightly to them.

“Yeah, right.” Chance snorted.

“No shit right. No, I just happen to know that you two hadn't made love to each other yet, and I'm a hundred percent certain that you did so last night. You're both glowing even more than you usually are every morning, so much so, that there can really only be one cause.”

“You're right, of course. It was glorious too. We've both fucked and been fucked too many times to count, yet, last night was at minimum ten thousand times better than any dozen or more times together of being fucked.” Chance said wistfully.

“Which is why I'm so glad you boys held off for so long. Sure, you could've been shagging like bunnies, but it's just not the same.”

“Mmmhmm.” They both sighed.

“So, what are you boys up to today?”

“Not too sure, but was thinking of taking a bunch of fellow students out to the thrift shops in town and see what we can find.” Chance said.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Zayden said.

“In those thick cloth baby diapers, which will likely show lots underneath even your baggiest of clothes.”

“Absolutely. Who's gonna tease us, probably no one, and if they do, they can't possibly tease us for something that we love so fucking much that we'd never willingly give them up. Now, I don't know about Zayden, but can we pause this conversation for a minute, I need food?” Chance said as they made it to the cafeteria.

“Let's eat.”

All three of them loaded up their plates and bowls, then went and sat down. For several mouthfuls, none of them said anything, but then they carried on their conversation.

“You're probably right, it's likely no one would harass you, but you never know. It's up to you boys, of course, and you're welcome to ask a teacher or two to go with you as well as chaperons to ensure nothing bad happens. Sadly I can't offer to go today, I have a shit load of paperwork to do.”

“We might just do that, because, not only the more the merrier, but the more adults the less troubles.”

“Exactly. I'll give you boys the school debit card, so that you don't haveta carry a bunch of cash.”

“Thanks, we'd appreciate that.”

They continued talking until they were done eating, though the boys actually went up for seconds, which is incredibly rare. Once they were done eating, they called out and asked who all wanted to go on a walk of the neighborhood and check out the thrift stores again. They had twenty seven fellow students, and two teachers all agree to go. Chance told everyone to go ahead and get dressed and ready to go, and that they can all meet in the front entrance.

Chance and Zayden went and got each other dressed, and though you can most certainly tell what they are wearing under their pants, both think that it looks exceptionally hot. A few of the kids giggled when they saw them, and asked them if they were really that brave, and they nodded happily. Granted, they do have one girl amongst them who has a very serious Adams apple, and a voice as deep as Peters, so they are not the only ones that could be singled out.

They all headed out once they were all gathered, and they spent almost the entire day scouring the neighborhood. Any time that they had too much to continue packing, even though they all have carts, they would take it back to the school and head out again. They all had a really good day, found lots, spent little, and got some good exercise out of it. Of course they checked every alley for free things that people throw out, and whenever they found something that they could use, they took it as well.

Almost half the time that they were out, Chance and Zayden even held hands, but then, a few other same sex couples were holding hands as well. Most who noticed smiled warmly to the boys, a few gave a shocked second look, and they had one man cum in his pants. At least they are reasonably certain that he had. No one gave any of them any troubles though, so that was good.

As time seems to do, it rolled on, and before they knew it, summer was almost over. Even though it would technically be summer break for most school kids, Peter thought it was a great time to get the kids ahead. During what was classified as summer break, though, they went to a half schedule instead, which meant that all the kids had far more free time to do as they pleased, which for almost every last one of them was making or fixing things.

They all love doing this so much, that they do not feel that it is work. They got lots of furniture made, and all of it sold. The mechanical class repaired dozens of tools, and or built new things from all their spare parts, some of which they kept to use, the rest they too sold. The metal work shop did nearly a tonne of artwork, and it too all sold.

Another baby clothes and cloth diaper drive was run, this time for an entire week, because they had gotten a huge donation of good fabrics for this, and the kids all helped this time, and made hundreds of diapers in sizes that would fit up to an average ten year old, because bed wetting amongst the poor is shockingly high, so they always need them, as well they made so many clothes that they could start a store. They donated it all though. So many parents were happy that it was not even funny, and a lot of bed wetting kids were even very happy.

When it came time for the bulk of their gardens to be picked, they all helped in the kitchen those days to preserve all that they could, and now they have canned and frozen vegetables to last them damn near the whole year they feel, as well as what their greenhouse will supply during the rest of the year. They even got permission to add a chicken coop on top of the school in their garden area, so the kids all built one, moved it up there, and managed to get forty laying hens, as well as two breeding pairs, that they put in a separate coop to keep them separated.

Because of this, their food bill went down slightly, of course not huge, but certainly enough to help, and it is good for them all. The other thing that has gone down, though it is drastically, is their power consumption. Ever since the upgrades were done, including the power generators, their power bills had been cut nearly in half, which is huge for what the school does.

Chance had been talking to Peter about that sort of thing as well, and told him that he has an idea for reducing their gas bill as well, but would not tell him. He and Zayden, and several kids in the metalworking and mechanical shops all helped them to design and build a wood fired boiler that could be tied in and used in conjunction with the gas fired one that is already being used, so to use less gas, and to use up some of the massive amount of scrap wood that they tend to generate. They are designing it to be fully automatic, self feeding, and can take a mix of wood pieces up to thirty centimeters cubed and sawdust. It uses a blower system to burn the wood considerably hotter, to reduce waste and smoke, Chance and a few others had done a huge amount of research into it to make it happen. They managed to get the exhaust so minimal, that unless you were right next to the chimney, you could not even tell that there was a fire burning at all, and it produced shockingly little smoke.

Once it was ready, Chance called the head of the school board himself and asked him to send someone who would be capable of installing such a thing into the system, and to do so safely. He laughed and asked if they ever stopped thinking of stuff like that, and Chance said no. Someone was there the next day.

Peter asked what the hell was happening, so Chance told him, and he was just as shocked. The person who is doing the install for them is also shocked that a bunch of students had researched, designed, and built the entire thing from scrap, because it looked like a high end wood fired boiler system. He got it installed, and then Chance took the honour of getting it lit and running, and then they loaded the hopper full of scrap wood and sawdust. It started feeding right away. Right now it will not get used a lot, because it is summer, so all they need it for is hot water, but it should be able to run more than efficiently enough to provide all their hot water needs, it just may need help once it comes time to heat the building as well. In theory, it should reduce their gas consumption by as much as seventy five percent though, because the kitchen still uses a fair bit.

As materials came available, the students in the mechanical class would build new wind turbines, and install them as well, and for every one they install, they figure that they are chopping nearly ten percent off their energy usage, and though they know that they cannot technically fit the twelve or so that they figure they need, if they are all the same size, they would all love to do so. Instead, once they had as many installed as they could, they were offered to the other schools in the city to help them as well, and they were installed. They ended up building two more wood fired boiler systems for two other schools that always have an excess of wood waste, and they too were installed, and are working well.

From all the sales of everything that the students have been making, the school was able to donate more than enough money to the local soup kitchens to feed the entire homeless population for an entire year. The kids never cared about all the money that they were helping to make, they were just happy to do so and help everyone else out as well.

At the end of summer, Peter asked the opinion of everyone in the school, and they were all for it, so one to two nights a week, they decided that they would do a community outreach program to teach anyone who cared to know, how to read, do math, and other basic skills. They decided to start slow at just one night a week though. Peter wants all his kids to do this teaching, because not only will it teach them so much more than they know, but it will help so many people in their community.

The first month, they had to turn people away every night, because they were full, so the second month, they did it two nights a week, and that was just about perfect. They broke it up into math and reading, and they taught everyone who came through their doors. Every person who could not read, was tested for dyslexia, and those who were diagnosed with it, or whom had already known, were taught several techniques to help them to read, and by the fourth month, they were seeing drastic improvements. They expanded their classes to other things, like working in the shops, and any who showed real potential, they found grants for them to go to the local trades schools and get taught for free.

By the time six months was up, the crime in their area had dropped by damn near fifty percent, and when you consider how much crime happens in a slum, that is a massive improvement. Peter had had several people want to come and do interviews, but he refused, said that he and all his students desired peace and privacy and the right to do good work without having a spectacle made of it, that they are not doing it for money or fame, just to do good work. It was still reported, anyway, and his words were used, and this caused donations to pour in for him to do all that he does, so, in the end, it worked out anyway.

Zayden graduated high school almost a full year early, and he was ecstatic. By that time, though, Chance has already graduated six out of ten courses that he wanted to take, and so, he and Zayden went together and took the courses that they wanted to take, though they still did so at Last Chance as often as they could, but they were needed in university a lot as well by then, but that was okay.

They both graduated the same year, Chance with three different doctorates and a couple masters, and Zayden with his bachelor of arts and a masters. Chance could now become a principal of a school himself, but he wanted experience first, and Zayden was going to be a shop teacher. They worked in Last Chance for only two years, but, the last year, they scoured the country for cities that could use their help. By then, four other Last Chance schools had popped up, all using Peter's model, and all are doing very well. In the end, Chance and Zayden had to pick between four cities who wanted them to come and help them like Peter had helped their city. There was one that was worse than the others, and so, that was where they decided to go.

To say it was a tearful farewell the day that Chance and Zayden left school for their final time would be an understatement. They are going on to continue their good work, and though it is sad for them to go, for such a reason, they all know that it has to be done.

When they arrived to their new school, they had to laugh. They had seen garbage dumps that look better, but it is now home, and they are going to make the best of it and make it the best damned school and home any of the kids who shall go there will ever have known. It took a full year to get it up and running smoothly, cleaned up so that the entire place was usable, but they got their first teachers and students in very quickly, and they all learned a lot together, worked hard for and with each other, and like Peter before him, Chance made his Last Chance school the best place all those kids had ever imagined.

Chance sprang twenty three kids from the local kiddy pens, and had referred to him fifty nine students within his first month, but by the end of their first year, they were at damn near a hundred and fifty kids. Every last kid, and teacher alike, had decided wholeheartedly to stay in the school and live there, even the kids who had families, they too were not going home to anything special or caring in almost every case, so school was a much nicer place to stay. It took a while to get everyone bedrooms, but they did it together.

They too were always scouring their neighborhood for donations and freebies, and once their name was out there and people started to understand what they were all about, the donations started rolling in. It did not hurt that Chance still does impeccable woodworking, and he is happily teaching all his kids this, and so they are able to sell some very good quality furniture.

It was a simple life, a loved life, for Chance and Zayden stayed together for life, and even though never truly got married, they really are anyway. They love life in their new home, and though they call and talk to Peter a lot, they have their own home now, and they are doing just as well as Peter did. By the time two years was done, they were at just about two hundred students, two hundred and ten is the most that they could house at one time, so they are already at damn near full capacity. The school board had helped Chance in any way they could, because they knew where he had come from and what Peter had done for their city, and they desperately needed it as well, so they rarely complained about money that he needed spent, but really, after the first year, he used almost none from them, and ran almost solely on donations and sales.

Shortly after Chance moved, his mom got out of jail. They had mailed each other letters, several times a year, so she knew what he was up to and all that, so she was not surprised that he had moved, nor that he had moved on. He offered to move her to the same city that he lives in, to pay to put her through school, to help her become more than she ever thought that she could be, and she decided, that since her son could do it, coming from the same gutters she grew up in, that why not, and so, she took his offer, came to his new home, went to school, became a teachers aid and a cook, and then Chance hired her. She became a valued and valuable teacher and mentor to all the kids, because she was just like them, she knew what they were up against, she had struggled with the same battles. She is finally happy, and it shows.

By year ten, their city was almost as clean as it could be, and though Chance always has kids rolling through his school, there are not quite as many as there used to be, he seems to hold steady at about a hundred and fifty students, and he and his students too do the community outreach learning programs, and much the same things that Peter had done for all his kids.

The End.

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