Chapter 2

We are just a little ways outside of town, only fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on traffic. Our place is up the road heading to one of the more popular lakes in the area, but then we turn off and go up the hill a bit, then get to a small valley that we call home. We are the only property on the road, and pretty much everything you see after you come down the hill is ours, at least in the valley. We do not own anything up the mountain side, but we do go and get all our firewood up there. Considering how large our valley is though, this is no real concern. The land is almost flat, though it is sloped side to side and back to front, which is good, because all rainfall works its way into our creek that exits out just by the road.

As we crested the hill and started coming down into our valley, just a fairly small bowl nestled in between several small mountains, we can see our house, and we explained all this to Tyson. Off to our right as we head to the house, is a very nice creek. During the spring and summer, as well as well into the fall, there is a lot of water running in the creek, owing to a lot of snow melt from the tops of the mountains, as well as rainfall, which we get a lot of.

We are pretty sure that once upon a time, our valley was actually a lake, but then the water eroded what is essentially our entrance, and the lake drained. That would easily explain why it is the way it is, as well as why the land is so fertile. Daddy bought the property from the government when he was sixteen, with the inheritance that he received from a rich uncle that liked him. Turns out he was gay as well, and my daddy was classified as his only heir, since he too was gay, apparently he felt that it was fitting.

With the rest of his inheritance, he had built our home. It is a beautiful sprawling rancher with wrap around covered porch, it is only one level, but there are seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, a large kitchen, living room, dining room, media room, games room, and everything else we could need. From the dining room is a covered walkway that leads out to our pool. It too is covered, because it gets pretty cold in the winter time, and Daddy wanted the pool for year round use.

The pool and its house did not come until after his parents died, and how Daddy has so much money now. He was an only child, his parents had been really old when he came along and shocked them. After having tried for near on thirty years to get pregnant, and having given up, they finally became pregnant just before they turned fifty. Nine months later my daddy was born, they were ecstatic, but there were complications. His bladder being the only one of apparent notice now, but was only of minor importance then. No, he was not growing properly, he had to have four surgeries before the age of one to correct three different things, one of which was his heart, another his lungs, and twice for his bladder, which was non functional. One of the times was to try and replace the bad one, but his body rejected that, and they never replaced it, so Daddy was forever doomed to wear diapers.

Yeah, right, doomed, he never cared one bit, no more than I ever did. I think it is a blessing, so does he, and we are very much okay with it.

So, yeah, after his parents died, first his dad, then only a month later from a broken heart, his mom, he got even more money. They each had a large amount of money and insurance, so Daddy was paid out quite handsomely. He put in the pool and pool house, put in the barn and a nice big garage and workshop, did some more work to the land, and then lived the life he always wanted. Mom lived there with him right from the time he built the place.

Mom and he were in school together from the time they were in kindergarten, they were best friends, she stuck up for him all the time, she was bigger and stronger, because Daddy was still very small then, and protected him from the bullies that harassed him for being a baby.

It was not until grade two when Daddy found out that mom was a bed wetter, and that she loved diapers, and sometimes wore them during the day. Of course he had no problem with this in the least, and asked her why she never told him before, to which she replied that she was ashamed of it. They learned a lot together, and by the time they were in grade four, neither was at all ashamed at wearing diapers, because by then, Mom was wearing twenty four seven as well. That was just a bit of a shock to her parents, but not as big a shock as when they were in grade eight and they told their parents that they were gay. Daddy's parents never cared, just loved him for who he was.

So yeah, shortly after the start of grade eight, my mom moved in with Daddy, his parents were very much okay with the two of them being gay diaper lovers, they had separate bedrooms, and both admitted that there would never be anything between them romantically, and Daddy's parents agreed and understood. Yes, they too collected the strays, the defective, hence Mom and Perry, but there were others too, and I think I know them all.

This is all part of the story that we told Tyson as we drove home, and we finished just as we were pulling into our garage.

We all helped to take our stuff into the house and get it all put away. It did not take us long to do, but almost an hour by the time all was said and done. All of Tyson's things were just piled on the dining room table for the time being, except his bike, which we left in the garage.

“Okay, let's go get you a bedroom Tyson.”

“Or he could share with me.” I said hopefully.

“Or he could have his own bedroom.” Daddy said pointedly. “I know what you want, you know what you want, and even Tyson probably has a really good idea what he wants, but remember, this is all still so very new and scary as well. Leave that for a while, get to know each other, because I dare say you really hardly know each other at all, and take your time.” Tyson was blushing the whole time.

“I suppose so.”

There are four bedrooms that Tyson could choose from, and he chose the one that connects to mine via a well appointed bathroom.

There are three sets of rooms that share one private bathroom between each pair, I had had one set to myself, and Dusty has another to himself, now I get to share mine with Tyson. Our bedrooms are nice and large and bright, they have two large windows each, as well as a nice large skylight. We each have a nice large walk in closet, but there are also dressers and whatnot in the bedroom. We get queen sized beds, which is huge for a kid, while Daddy has a king sized bed. Our bathrooms are almost as large and bright though. The doors leading from both the bedrooms lead to the main area where the sinks are, there are two, and then another door from inside leads into the more private area, this door locks, and it has the toilet and a nice large jetted soaker tub.

“Man, this room and our bathroom are huge. My moms bedroom and our main bathroom weren't anywhere near this big.” Tyson said.

“Yeah, when I built my house, I did it right. I wanted it nice and large, without being stupidly huge, and that's how this place turned out. It took me two years of designing to come up with this, then I gave it to the architect to make perfect, then the builder to build, and we moved in not long before I turned twenty.”

“Wow. It's so much, I've never had anything like this before.”

“I know, you'll get used to it, have no fears.”

“Daddy, I'm gonna go change my diaper, could you help me please?” Dusty asked.

“Of course Baby, lead the way. You boys may as well get more comfortable as well.” Daddy said, and then followed Dusty to his bedroom.

“What does he mean by more comfortable?” Tyson asked.

“Strip down to just our diapers. There's no way Dusty'll be wearing anything more than just his diaper, he never does, but then, neither do Daddy nor I, we're almost always in just our diapers.”

“Really?” He gasped.

“Yep. Come on, let's strip.”

“I don't think I can do that.”

“Okay, but you'll be the only one not in just a nice thick diaper. That's okay, when you're ready, you strip down to just your diaper too. I'm gonna do so anyway, I hate wearing clothes, I wish I could wear just my diapers at school too.”

“Really, you'd wear only a diaper even to school.”

“Heck yeah, in a heartbeat.” I said.

He looked at me shrewdly for a moment, then I giggled and he said, “Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean, everyone's known since kindergarten that you wear diapers anyway, so it probably wouldn't shock them too much, but I never thought you'd actually do it.”

“I wouldn't actually do it, but it's fun to imagine all the looks I'd get because of it. Besides, it's not like they'd tease and or try and bully me any less, now is there. Whether it's covered or not, I'm still wearing a diaper, and they know it.”

“Yeah. I have no idea how I'm gonna manage, I don't think I can give them up now.”

“You'll be fine. If anyone even notices at all, just keep your head high and say I have a problem, do you?”

“Yeah, I suppose. No one can see that you wear diapers, and no one saw me wearing one, so maybe no one will notice.” He said more hopefully than anything.

I stripped off my clothes, and as I did so, I was watching Tyson out of the corner of my eye. There it is again, that look of hunger and panic. I know what he wants, and I think he wants it just as much as I do, but it still scares the crap out of him. As soon as I am down to just my soggy diaper, though not quite that wet yet, I stood up, and Tyson licked his lips again, and reached down and pushed his diapered dick into a more comfortable position. I do not think he even realized that he had done it again.

“There. When you're ready to, feel free to strip down to just your soggy baby diaper and you'll be free. Come on, let's go and tour the house and the property. You got to see a bit as we were putting things away, but you haven't seen everything, or the best things yet.” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the room.

I took Tyson to the media room first and showed him our awesome home theatre system. Daddy made it look like a really cool old fashioned movie theatre, only with really comfortable reclining love seats instead of uncomfortable theatre chairs. They are still raised though. There is a popcorn maker and a drink dispenser, but it does not do pop, only juice, half of which are carbonated, which is cool.

I then took him to our games room, and showed him all that. He loves this room as well. We have a pool table, an air hockey table, and then an entire wall for video games. Daddy, Dusty, and I love to come and play, and we can all play together as well. Daddy does not like us playing a lot of video games, so we are limited to at most an hour a day, same with TV, at most an hour a day, the rest of the time we have to do something active and fun. The only exception is movie night of course, usually every Friday night, so hopefully tonight again. The games room is done in really cool and fun colours, lots of light and lights, kind of like an amusement park almost.

Just as we were leaving the games room, Daddy and Dusty joined us.

“What took you so long?” I asked as we exited to find them.

“Dusty hadta go to the bathroom before I put his fresh diaper on, since we don't like pooping our baby diapers, so I hadta wait for him.” Daddy said.

I looked to Tyson to see that he is blushing massively, but also cannot take his eyes off of Daddy and Dusty in just their diapers, Daddy about the same wetness as I, while Dusty is now dry, though he will not be for long.

“How come you're not in just your diaper?” Dusty asked Tyson in all his exuberance.

“'Cause he's not ready to yet. This is still pretty new and scary to him, let him get used to seeing us like this, then I think he'll come around.” I said.

“Oh, okay, but I can't wait to see you in just your soggy baby diaper too, I bet you're real cute like that.” Dusty said happily.

“Thanks, you are.” Tyson said softly.

“Thanks. I wish I could wear just my soggy baby diapers all day every day and never haveta wear clothes, but Daddy says I'm absolutely not 'lowed to wear only my diaper to school.”

“And yes, he would do it too.” I said to Tyson, because, unlike me, Dusty has zero shame of wearing diapers, which is good, but he does not mind showing that off to anyone. Well, I do not really either, but still, I would not wear just my diaper to school.

“Oh. Why?” He asked.

“Why not. I hate wearing clothes, I love my thick thirsty baby diapers, so why should I haveta hide them, just because some stupid kid thinks it's weird.” He said simply.

“Oh, you're way braver than me.”

“Me too, I dream of it, but I'd never actually do it, he would.”

“Oh.”

“So, Daddy, I showed Tyson the theatre, and of course the games room, so I'm gonna take him out to the pool and the barn.”

“Okay, you boys go and have your fun, Dusty and I'll stay inside and take care of things here.”

“But I wanna go too.” Dusty whined.

“First of all, no whining, or you'll be grounded for the evening, remember the rules. Second, let the boys go and do something on their own for a bit. We don't wanna overload Tyson right now, he's still very scared, okay. I know you don't really understand, and you just wanna hang with your brothers, and that's nice, but this time, just leave them for a bit by themselves, okay.”

“Okay, sorry Daddy.” He said dejectedly.

I would have let him come with us, I would not have minded, but maybe Daddy was right, Tyson is still blushing a lot, and I can still see that look of total fear in his eyes.

“That's okay Baby. Come on, let's go bake a batch of cookies shall we.”

“Really?” Dusty said happily, he loves helping to bake, same as me.

“Yep, come on Baby.”

As soon as Daddy and Dusty were gone, I turned back to Tyson. His eyes were still pointed right at where their diapered bums had just disappeared.

“You don't haveta be ashamed of what it is you want here. Here we're all the same, we all love and want the same things. You don't haveta be scared or embarrassed either. Let yourself go, I promise you'll be okay.” I said softly to him.

“They were in just diapers.” He whispered.

“I told you they would be.”

“Yeah, but I didn't believe you.”

“Clearly. You ready to strip yet?”

“No.”

“Okay. Let's go to the pool house first.”

I grabbed Tyson's hand again and led him to the pool house, only this time I intertwined our fingers together and held his hand tenderly as I led him. My little dick went really hard from holding his hand like this, and I admit it makes me very happy, because I think I know what it means.

When we arrive to our pool house, Tyson is shocked. The pool is a very nice size at four by twelve meters, it is one meter deep at the shallow end, but is two and a half meters deep in the deep end. It is just a nice simple rectangle, except where the entrance stairs are, they jut into the pool deck, so that there is no space taken up from them in the actual pool. There is a nice diving board at the deep ends centre point, and a really nice slide just off to its right.

To our left as we enter is our hot tub, and it is nice and large as well, and has plenty of jets, so feels great. To our right as we enter are the bathroom and sauna, as well as the pool house utility room. We have several chairs and tables scattered around the pool, so you can relax anywhere. The pool house itself is all glass, just like a large greenhouse, so we get tonnes of light. It is not fancy or anything, just really nice.

“Um, this is really nice, but I don't know how to swim.” Tyson said after looking around for a few moments.

“Then we'll get you a life jacket out, so that you won't drown, and we'll teach you. Dusty's already getting pretty good at swimming, but then, we've been teaching him since Daddy adopted him. It won't take long at all for you to learn how to swim, since you're older, you'll be able to understand the instructions way faster and easier.” I said, not really shocked, since I doubt his mother ever did anything more than necessary for him.

“Oh, you're not gonna make fun of me?” He said in relief.

“No, of course not. You know Matty at school, right, well, he's one of my friends, my only and best friend really, and he can't swim either. Oh, I get it, that's why you never came on any of our field trips for swimming and stuff.”

“No, too ashamed that I didn't know how to.”

“You know, not everyone knows how to do everything that everyone else can do, right, and that you should never be ashamed for something like that.”

“I know, but everyone my age knows how to swim.”

“No, not all, like I said, Matty can't. When he comes here, he still wears a life jacket too, well, mostly. He's getting better, but the first time he came here, he wouldn't even get in the water. He was deathly afraid of it. He told me that he almost drowned when we were in kindergarten, even had to spend a couple days in the hospital for it and everything, 'cause he took in so much water and they had to do CPR and everything. So yeah, every time he comes over, we come swimming and I've been teaching him slowly. He says I'm the only one he trusts, it was his moms fault he almost drowned in the first place, so he can't trust her.”

“Yikes. What'd she do?”

“Threw him in the water and told him to swim, he says he sunk like a rock. She finally realized he wasn't coming up and went and got him. Daddy says she shoulda been charged with child abuse instantly, but he never told anyone what happened. I didn't know 'til last year.”

“Wow, and he doesn't hate her?”

“Well, he doesn't exactly like her, but he refuses to hate her, she's the only family he has left.”

“Know how he feels. Better to stick by the family you have and deal with it, than to go into the unknown.”

“You've wanted to run away a lot, haven't you?”

“Yeah.” He said ashamedly.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. I tell Matty all the time that if it gets worse and he just can't take it any more, to call us and we'll come pick him up.”

“Oh. What'd he think about you all wearing diapers all the time, and wearing nothing else?”

“He got used to it, but then, he's spent the night several times since we were in grade one. He's also a bed wetter, but don't even tell him I told you that, he's massively ashamed of that, though not here so much. He doesn't get diapers at home, or at least his mom doesn't get him diapers, his mom just makes him sleep in it. Talk about total yuck. Of course I found out before our first sleepover, I'd probably asked him ten times before I finally realized the reason he kept saying no, and I told him I knew he was a bed wetter, and that he knows I wear diapers all day, so it's nothing to be ashamed of.

“It still took more than a week before he agreed to come for a sleepover, but that was also the first night he got to wear a diaper, and he cried at first as I taped him up, but he told me that he needs it, that he didn't wanna wet my bed, but he still cried. Every time he comes for a sleepover, he leaves with a couple weeks supply of diapers, and I usually give him more throughout the week too, so that he doesn't haveta wet the bed like that, and he appreciates them now, but still, no one else knows, especially his mom.”

“Wow, even I'd rather wear diapers than deal with that. And does he wear diapers during the day?”

“No, not even when he's here, refuses to, even though I think he really wants to. I don't push him though, it wouldn't be good for him.”

“Oh. I think I know how he feels. I've wanted to for years, ever since we were in kindergarten and I found out you were diapered, I wanted it so bad, but I never had the courage, 'til today.”

“Yeah, so one day soon, I think we'll be adopting Matty as well. It's really only a matter of time.”

“Oh, but is he gay, will your daddy take him?”

“First of all, he isn't my daddy, he's our daddy, second, of course, he'd never turn someone away in need, but no, we don't need to worry about that, because even Daddy's certain Matty's gay too. I think I started to feel it when we were in grade two. I don't know if he knows it or not yet, or if he even suspects it, most kids our age don't, Daddy says. He doesn't let me change him any more, nor will he watch me change, he always goes to the spare bedroom to change. He also always wears pajamas and clothes, he never lets us see him naked or in his diapers, and he won't swim with me unless I'm wearing shorts. Dusty's okay, but Dusty told him flat out that he doesn't wear anything in the pool, period, no questions, and no one was gonna make him. But then, Matty's gotten used to seeing Dusty naked, but he's just a little guy still.”

“You swim naked too?”

“Heck yeah, all the time, all three if us do, except when Matty's here.”

“Oh, will I haveta as well?”

“No, but you get to if you wanna.”

“Um, no thanks.”

“It's okay, when you're ready, you can do so, but you'll haveta get used to it, because the three of us won't be wearing anything. You're living here, so you haveta get used to the way things are around here. Matty doesn't, so we bent the rules a bit for him, because it made him so uncomfortable.”

“What if it makes me uncomfortable?”

“You'll get used to it. You've also admitted to being gay, whereas Matty hasn't, or maybe can't yet, like Daddy says, most kids have no idea what gay even is at our age.”

“Oh. But Dusty's gay you said.”

“No, what I said is we feel that he's gonna turn out gay as well, but that he might not even know it yet. However, I think I also told you that I think he's starting to understand things more now too, and having a daddy and a brother that he knows are gay will help as well. No, I think he's already starting to think he's gay, but only time will tell.”

From the pool house we headed to one of the doors that lead to outside and is pointed at the barn. Just as Tyson realized this, he started pulling against me.

“Um, are you going outside in just your diaper?”

“Yeah, course I am, we always do.”

“Really. I mean, even in the pool house I don't think I could do that, but definitely not outside.”

“We are outside, even if we're in the pool house. It's all glass, it's not shaded, we're fully exposed, so there's no difference at all.” I pointed out, and continued on my way, pulling Tyson along with me.

He did not resist any further, and I worked us so that we are walking side by side, still holding each others hands, our fingers lovingly intertwined with each others. It is less than a minutes walk to the barn, so we make it there quickly.

“Nice barn.” Tyson says as we enter.

“Thanks. We'll haveta teach you how to ride the horses too I'm betting, but you'll love that. It's awesome.”

“I'd like that, I've always wanted to.”

“Good.”

I showed him everything about the barn, introduced him to all the animals, and he got to pet most of them. We spent not even half an hour in the barn before heading back to the house.

We entered the house through the mudroom in the back, which then enters into the kitchen, and found that Daddy and Dusty are just putting their second tray full of cookies into the oven.

“Mmm, fresh warm cookies, may we have one please Daddy?” I ask.

“Yes, you may each have two.”

“Thanks.” I say and grab two and pass them to Tyson, then grab two more for myself.

They are oatmeal raisin cookies, which are probably my favorite. Dusty also grabs two for himself, and then we go and sit at the bar counter and eat our treat. A few minutes later the second and last tray comes out, and daddy puts them all on the cooling rack.

“Mmm, those were great, thanks Daddy.”

“Yeah, they were really good, thanks.” Tyson says.

“Thanks, I made Dusty do most of the hard work though.”

“Good, 'bout time he does something around here.” I giggled.

“Yeah, he does almost as little as you do.” Daddy said flatly.

I laughed, because we all help around the house, Daddy has been teaching us since we came to him that, to be men, we all have to work together and share the load. Daddy grabbed a couple cookies himself and sat with us.

“So, Tyson, how you holding up so far Buddy?”

“Good as can be expected, I guess. I mean, I think I've known for a while that I was gay, and that I was a diaper lover too, but I also knew that my mom'd kick me out in a heartbeat if she found out either. When Mica told me he knew I was both, I almost panicked and shut down. I wanted to die right then and there. Now here I am, you're gay, Mica's gay, and all three of you are diaper lovers as well.”

“I'm gay too.” Dusty piped up.

“I think it's still a little too soon for that Baby, you just hold off on putting yourself in any sort of mold yet, okay.” Daddy said.

“Okay.” Dusty shrugged, not caring one way or the other, but I think Daddy knows just as well as I do that it really is true anyway.

“So, yeah, being surrounded by others who are exactly like you's sorta helping a bit to get you through, to help you manage as it were?” Daddy said.

“Yeah, something along those lines. I mean, I know I absolutely need diapers at night, even my mom accepted that, and I know I sorta need them during the day, but not truly, yet I still want them. I've known since kindergarten that Mica absolutely loved his diapers, even then it was easy to tell. He was never ashamed, even if someone teased him, he just smiled to them and told them that their words couldn't hurt him, 'cause he was happy with who he was, diapers and all. I think I started to see that he was gay a few years ago already, some of the other kids did too, and even when they teased him, he just smiled at them and asked if they were jealous or something.

“I wanted what he had so much, his diapers, his confidence, and I think even deep down, I had to know I was gay, and I wanted him or another boy who'd understand me for who I was. I never thought I would though, I was so miserable, there were days when I just wanted to die. Now, here I am, and here I actually feel somewhat normal. I don't know if I'm making sense at all.” He stuttered, blushed, and made his way through it.

“Excellent, I'm happy you told us that, and you made perfect sense. There's few rules in our house, but one of them is to never be ashamed of your feelings and to talk to one another about them. This is especially true if you're depressed, and from here on out, if you ever feel that the world would be a better place without you, I want you to come and cuddle up to me and tell me what's wrong. I promise you, I'll never laugh at you, I'll never make you feel like you're weird or abnormal, I'll never make you feel like you're not worth anything. You can tell me anything, anything at all, your deepest darkest fears, your deepest secrets, and I promise too that they'll only be between us and that I'll help you out where necessary.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome. Also feel free to talk to Mica about all this, he and I've talked about it all many a time before, and his words were my words to him. When I was your age, the bullying that I received was beyond anything I hope you can imagine, I too had serious suicidal thoughts, but my parents were great, they kept me happy, just not most of the kids at school, and my parents were the only reason I could never even try it. I even asked the kids at school one day if it'd just be better to kill myself, and several of them answered yes. When I told my parents that, they made me tell them the names of every kid, and then they went and talked to their parents, they left each house, after having made the kids cry for at least an hour as they berated them in front of their parents.”

“Wow, they really did that?”

“Yep, nine kids, they never looked at me again.”

“Wow, wish my mom would've stuck up for me, even if just a little.”

“I will from now on, don't you worry about that. You know I will, one of the very few times I've actually talked to you, I'm sure I don't haveta remind you about, was just for that very reason, wasn't it.”

“Oh yeah.” He blushed. “I actually almost did forget about that.”

“It's okay, even then, I knew you were hurting, and I believe I told you that you needed to find someone who you liked, or, even better yet, loved, to cry on their shoulder and get all that anger out. I knew you were gay then, and by then I already knew that you were a bed wetter, since I could usually smell pee on you, so I pretty much told you that you were being a bully, and that many bullies had a tendency to actually want what it was that the kids they bully have. You didn't understand it, at least right away, because Mica told me not long after that that you stopped even looking at him, stopped talking to him almost completely, and would blush if you did look his way, so I think you finally understood it.”

“Yeah, I think I did, but not right away.”

“So, here are the rest of the rules to the house. Should you break a rule, you and I'll work out a suitable punishment together, we'll come to some form of an agreement as to what it is you need to do to atone yourself for your mistakes. I have few rules, but they must be followed. Most of the time we just rely on common sense, which I know isn't so common these days, but use your head and think things through, and you'll be fine. If there's ever a time when you're not sure, just ask.” Daddy said, and then worked through the list of rules.

“That's not much, my mom had hundreds of rules, but most important of all rules for her, I wasn't to be seen or heard, period, no ifs ands or buts about it. What do you mean I haveta help work out my own punishment though?”

“Just that. Let's say, because I know that this is likely to happen sometime soon, that you blow a gasket and tell me to go fuck myself, which you better not actually say, I'll ask you to go to your room until you calm down, and then, once I feel that enough time's passed, I'll come in and sit with you, probably cuddle up to you, and we'll talk it over. At that time we'll go over what you did and why it was wrong, and then we'll discuss what sorta punishments might be suitable for that, such as not getting to watch TV for a week, or having to load and unload the dishwasher all by yourself for a week, or maybe muck out the barn all by yourself for a few days, that sorta stuff.”

“Oh, I actually get a say in what happens to me?”

“Absolutely. I want you to grow up and learn to be a free thinker, someone who thinks about their actions first, and then decides if the outcome is worth it or not, knowing that sometimes no matter what you do, there'll be dire consequences.”

“Oh. Sounds tough.”

“It is, and that's parta' being an adult. Sometimes, no matter what we do, there's gonna be some sort of negative feedback, and you haveta go through everything in your head, think it out, sometimes long and hard, and decide which is the best course of action that'll hurt the fewest amount of people, yet achieve that which must be done. A man has obligations, things that he must absolutely do, sometimes those obligations are easy, sometimes not so much, sometimes they're downright horrible. For instance, you boys, I have an obligation to feed and clothe you. Every parent has that same obligation to their children. I find this easy and happily do so, others may not find it so easy for a various amount of reasons, poverty being just one of them. Next is punishments, I have an obligation to punish you should you do something that you know full well to be wrong, but I hate doing it, but I know to not do so will only make you grow up to be a monster who thinks that they can do whatever they please, because they've never had any repercussions to their actions. Sadly some people do find this a very easy obligation to fulfill.”

“Wow, I never knew that. No wonder why most adults are so miserable.”

“Yeah, and you thought you had it hard, right.”

“No kidding.”

“You're wrong, you had it far harder than you should've, no child deserves to feel unloved, unwanted, you were abused, almost as horribly as if you were beaten or otherwise.”

“Really.”

“Absolutely. To me, to not love your child to yours and their fullest is one of the greatest crimes you can commit. If every child was loved, taught how to be a good person, learned to love unconditionally, I guarantee you there'd be far less anger and hatred in the world. Sadly, every day though, there's some poor kid being abused, thrown away, or god forbid killed, by their parents, the ones who should love them unconditionally, they who should never harm their child.”

“Oh.”

“Do you have any questions so far?”

“No, not really.”

“Just remember to ask, and if you just need someone to talk to, just ask, if you ever need some quiet time, some alone time, you just lay down on your bed with your door closed, no one will bother you, we'll knock on your door before coming in, however, if your door's open, then we all have free range to enter.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome. When you're ready to as well, you never haveta wear clothes in the house, but that's entirely up to you as to when or if you go without.”

“Thanks, Mica already told me that, and I kinda figured that by how the three of you are dressed right now.” He grinned.

“Good, I hoped you'd be smart enough to catch that.”

“So, what should we do now Daddy?” I asked.

“I don't know, what would you like to do Tyson, it's your choice today, and then we'll put it to a vote.”

“What do you mean a vote?”

“Just that, you give an idea or two, or even three, and then the rest of us vote on what it is that we do. We try and rotate it, so that everyone has their chance to choose something, and we always like to choose at least two things, but more isn't bad either.”

“Oh. Well, um, I've sorta always wanted to try riding horses, so could we maybe do that?”

“Any other ideas?”

“Mmm, no, nothing that I can think of.”

“Okay, that'll do for now. So, all in favour of riding horses, raise your hands?” Daddy said, and all four of us raised our hands. “Okay, then horseback riding it is. Come on, let's go baby boys.”

This time when I grabbed Tyson's hand and led him from the house, he did not say anything about my going outside in just a diaper, though we did all put our sandals back on, but Daddy and Dusty are the same as I am, in only their diapers and shoes, so Tyson said nothing.

When we made it to the barn, we all taught Tyson how to saddle the horses up, Daddy showed him on one first, then made Tyson do the other three with us watching and telling him things. By the last horse, he was doing it perfectly. We have a set of stairs so that us boys can climb up onto the horses, so we led them there. I can usually jump up now, but the horse I have today, he's my favorite, is too tall for me to do on my own yet. Dusty has our smallest horse, and still there is no way he can climb up himself. Tyson will not be any better yet though, even though he has our second smallest horse.

We have seven horses, their names are: lightning, my favorite, he is almost all black, with white streaks running down his sides, hence his name, Storm; she is dark grey, Cloud; he is mostly white, Hail; he is grey with white spots, Thunder; she is deep brown, and Snow; she is pure white with not a marking on her anywhere. Storm is our most spirited horse, and Daddy loves riding her, because she can be a lot of fun to ride, I can ride her, but she still accidentally throws me sometimes when she gets in the mood to play, and Dusty is still not allowed to even try. Hail is our smallest horse, and thus Dusty's favorite, and he is as gentle as a kitten. I suggested Tyson take Snow, since she is our second smallest horse, and she too is very gentle, though she can run like you would not believe when she wants to, but most of the time she likes a nice leisurely trot.

As soon as all four of us are seated, Daddy staying down until last to help Tyson get situated, we all start teaching Tyson how to ride. We do not even leave the barn to start with, we teach him everything there that he needs to know first. Finally we head out and start riding at a gentle walk, and then move up to a trot so that Tyson can learn how to move with the horse, instead of being thrown all about. We tour our property, show Tyson the creek, all the areas that we have cleared for various reasons and why, so on and so forth.

Most of our clearings are for growing fruits and vegetables, but we do actually have a small fruit tree grove, it is only just over an acre, and it has almost a hundred fruit bearing trees in it. We have every type of fruit tree that will grow in our area, and they always produce well. We always have a stand down at the entrance to our property for people to buy things. Though we do not man it, most of the time people do in fact pay for what they take, they just have to deposit it into a locked and secured box for us.

Each of our ten fields are about an acre each, and each one gets something different, and each year we rotate what goes where. Daddy does most of the work, but us boys have to help a lot as well, but he will not allow us to skip school for something like that.

Tyson is amazed at all that he is hearing as we ride, because we tell him everything as we do so.

“I never knew that you were a farmer Mica.”

“All my friends knew, but we're not really farmers, this is only a hobby farm, we don't wanna be too big, but it's good for us and makes us a few bucks, as well helps everyone. What doesn't get sold or used gets donated to the local soup kitchens. Same with any milk and eggs we can't use or sell, it too gets donated.”

“Cool. Aren't you worried that someone will steal everything when you put it at the road without supervision?”

“Nah, not really. If they really need it, then we hope it helps, and if they don't really need it and are just stealing it, then it hurts them more in the end. We don't really need that money. Last year we had a lady come up to the house and thank us, and she tried to pay for all the fruit and vegetables that she had had to take to help her feed her kids when she had no money. She felt truly bad for taking it, but it was necessary she felt. Daddy refused the money, told her he was happy to have helped, but that if it ever happens again, come see him, and he'd be happy to donate what he can. We have a few families who come and get a little when they need to, we never mind, we love helping those in need. Like Daddy says, we are blessed here, we have more than enough money to live comfortably, we have a roof over our heads, and plenty of food for our bellies, as well as more love than any one person truly needs, so it is our duty and right to help those who need it.”

“Wish I had've known that before, I never starved to death, but I was always hungry too.”

“Why do you think I always brought so much fruit and put it on the teachers desk, it was always there for everyone to eat, even when we didn't have any from our farm, I still brought some every day.”

“I didn't know it was you, never saw you do it, nor did I know why it was always there. I never asked, was too ashamed to ask if I could have one, I didn't want anyone to know I was always hungry.”

“Oh. Too bad.”

“So, what else is there to do here, you said you hardly watch TV?”

“Well, we have lotsa toys, both inside and out, we have the pool, we have the games room, and of course the horses, and sometimes we liketa work out in the shop too. We have some woodworking tools, you mighta seen them in there when we came home, since our garage is also our shop. We usually always have something to keep us busy.” I said.

“Oh, okay, I've never really had toys to play with, so that'll be nice. The only time I got to play was at school on the playground. I've never played video games or any of the others games you guys have.”

“We have.” I corrected him.

“Yeah, I guess so. I've never actually watched a movie, other than on TV, so I always have to watch commercials and stuff, but even then, if my mom was home, I didn't get to do that even, I wasn't allowed in the living room when she was home, I had to be outside or in my bedroom.”

“Wow, that sucks. I would've run away years ago if I were you then.”

“Yeah, but it's all I knew.”

“True, I suppose.” I said.

For the most part, Daddy and Dusty were not even in on our conversation, since they were riding side by side a couple lengths in front of Tyson and I, who are also riding side by side. We talked loud enough so that they would hear us, but they did not interrupt us either.

We were out for nearly an hour, if not slightly more, but we had seen just about everything, and we talked lots, especially Tyson and I. When finally we got to the barn, we removed the saddles from the horses, got them cleaned and put away, and then washed and brushed our horses as well, gave them some nice rubs, an apple as a treat, and then let them go and have a rest, while we headed inside.

“Daddy, could we go to the games room and teach Tyson how to play some of the games?” I asked.

“I suppose so, but not video games today, okay.”

“Wasn't wanting to anyway, I was thinking air hockey and pool and whatnot. Can we play the pinball machines though?”

“I suppose so, that's at least a little active.”

“Thanks. Come on Dusty, you can come play too.”

“Thanks.” Dusty said happily.

Daddy followed as well, since he did not have anything he needed to do at the moment either.

“Um, before we do that, how long do these diapers last, I'm getting pretty wet?” Tyson asked, blushing a fair bit, but at least less than he had several times already today.

“I normally get four to six hours outta mine, depending on how much I drink. I don't usually leak at night, unless I've had a lot to drink before bed, so you're probably okay. Let me check though.” I said, and then gave him the squeeze test.

He gasped and looked at me like I was a monster for a second, I giggled at him.

“What, it's the easiest way to tell when your diaper's too full, but you're good for at least another hour or so. You'll get the hang of it, don't worry. Here, feel mine now, then, when I'm full, feel it then, so that you know how it's supposed to feel.”

“Um, no thanks. I already know all that, I've sorta worn diapers to bed my whole life, remember, but they wouldn't have held even this much.”

“Yeah, but they're crappy fake pullup diapers, these are good proper tape on baby diapers, for all us baby diaper lovers.” I said, smiling brightly I am certain.

“True, I suppose, they're certainly thicker and far more comfortable, and even when dry felt like they'd hold lots.”

“They do, even for us soakers around here. Here, let's try air hockey, I think you'll like that.” I said, because we finally made it there.

We all played and had fun together, teaching Tyson how to play and have fun, and he is as well. Daddy skipped out a little while before dinner time, telling us that he would call when it is ready, and almost an hour later, he did.

“You baby boys go change your baby diapers, I'm certain that you're all in desperate need of a change by now I'm sure. I already went and changed. Make sure and wash up when you're done, but hurry up, you have about ten minutes. Dusty, have the boys change you please, since you still can't seem to get your own diaper on properly.”

“Okay.” I said and grabbed both my brothers' hands and led them to my bedroom.

I always have some of Dusty's diapers in my bedroom so that I can change him when needed, so I am already set there.

“Okay Tyson, you're up first.” I said as I went and started helping him get undressed. Dusty came in to help me.

Tyson tried to fight it at first, and he even tried to say something, but I would not let him. Finally he is down to just his very wet diaper, every bit as wet as Dusty and I are too I might add, and I push him onto his back on the bed.

I grab everything that we will be needing, and then proceed to untape Tyson's diaper, he squeezes his eyes very tightly closed, but makes no move to try and stop me. I know he likes and even wants this, but he is still so scared of what he wants as well. When I pull down his diaper, I am only slightly saddened to see that he is soft, I was kind of hoping that he would be hard, I really want to see him hard again.

Soft, his dick is almost the exact same size as mine is, not that I have lots, but it does grow much bigger when I am hard too, just not near so big as Daddies dick is, boy is he ever huge, at least to me. He tells me that he is just average size, not too small, not too big, but I sure think he is big. I hope mine gets that big soon.

Dusty is standing there right beside me, watching everything. I know he is hard, because he is rubbing the front of his soggy baby diaper. I say nothing and pretend like I cannot see him out of the corner of my eye doing so, but between what I am doing, and seeing Dusty rub himself like that, it is making me even harder still.

I know that we do not have a lot of time, so I make quick work of cleaning, lotioning, creaming, and then diapering Tyson up into a nice fresh diaper.

“There you go Baby, now hop up and Dusty can trade places with you. You get to change him, and then me, so that you get some practice.”

Dusty hopped onto the bed without waiting for Tyson to move, he just laid there expectantly, and I can see that his is still every bit as hard as he can be. Tyson blushed even more, but he did get up and I passed him what he needed. With shaking hands, he reached in and released the tapes to Dusty's soggy diaper, then pulled it down, and exposed Dusty's hot hard little erection. He is roughly half the size of me, but he sure is pulsing. Tyson looked to it, looked up to Dusty blushing madly, and Dusty smiled and nodded, saying change my baby diaper.

I had to walk Tyson through changing Dusty, but he did a really good job, but I positioned myself so that I could very easily see the front of Tyson's diaper, and trust me, changing Dusty and seeing him so hard is having a profound effect on Tyson, because I can see that he is now very hard in his dry diaper, pushing out every bit as much as I am in my soggy diaper. Finally Tyson pulled up and taped closed Dusty's fresh Pampers diaper, because that is what I grabbed for him, since he is so darned cute in them, and he and I traded places.

“Okay, now change my diaper.”

“Um, I don't think I can.”

“Sure you can, you did perfectly on Dusty's diaper, and I squirm around less.”

“What, it always feels so good when you rub the lotion and cream in.” He giggled.

“That's not what I meant.” He whispered.

“I know what you meant, don't worry, but also don't feel ashamed, it's okay. Now change my super soggy baby diaper, put me into a fresh dry baby diaper, you know you wanna.” I whispered to him, but I could hear something strange in my voice, it sounded deeper, more crackly almost. I am not sure what it means though. I just really want Tyson to change me and see my dick fully hard.

Again, without seeming to think about it, Tyson reached in with shaking hands and released the tapes to my diaper, and then pulled it down in the front. He gasped slightly at seeing me so hard, and then had an orgasm. It took a couple minutes for his head to clear, and when it did, he started cleaning me up with severely shaking hands, and more blush than I think anyone has ever seen before. He must really want to do this, because he never once stopped. I honestly have no idea how I had not had my orgasm when he did, but the way he is cleaning, and now lotioning me, I think he is trying to make me cum as well, and so I let it happen.

By the time I come down from my baby boygasm, Tyson is already taping up my fresh diaper, so I was totally out of it for at least a full minute, maybe more. What can I say though, I have needed to do that since I changed Tyson at school. Daddy tells me that it is perfectly normal and healthy for me to masturbate, and that I should do so as often as I want to, and at my age, that should be lots. He says that I have not fully started puberty yet, but that certain things are starting to change, and that soon I will, and things will change even more.”

“Mmm, that was a seriously awesome baby diaper change, thanks. I hope you change my baby diaper from now on.” I sighed deeply.

He said nothing to this.