Chapter 7 (Matty)

So, I guess it is my turn now. Mica asked me to do this, but I do not really want to. Here goes though. My name is Matthew, but I really kind of hate that name, and prefer Matty. I am ten years old, and as you kind of already found out from Mica, I am a gay baby boy diaper lover as well. Well, I think I have always really known that, but I had to hide who I was and what I am because of my mother.

What about your father, you might ask. Not a clue. There are no pictures, my mother never said a thing about him, and the one time when I was seven and was brave enough to ask, she slapped me, told me to mind my own fucking business. Yeah, well, the reason I was asking in the first place, was because I was seriously hoping to find him and live with him, that only made me wish it more.

So yeah, my mother hit me, a lot. Every morning I wake up in a wet bed, spanked, be too loud or make a mess, yep, that's a spankin'. Oh yeah, and mouth off to her, you better believe it was a real good spankin'. And she was never nice about it either, it was rip off my pants, and spank my bare bum as hard as she could for as long as she could. By the time I was six, at the oldest, I no longer even felt it. Then there were all the times she hit me in other places as well. She would smack me across the face, she did that numerous times, she punched me in the chest once when I was eight, I do not even remember what I did, but then, I did hit my head pretty hard when I fell down, and David says I probably had a pretty bad concussion from that, which might account for why I do not remember. To say I had a horrible childhood might be a touch too nice.

Ever since I met Mica in kindergarten, I liked him. He was so nice to me, he treated me like a person. I did not mind that he wore diapers, well, I sort of wanted his diapers for myself. I was really conflicted back then. My mother called me a baby all the time, made me wet my bed, never gave me anything to help, only yelled and beat. I knew I needed diapers, I think I was already starting to want them. Then I met Mica, and he needed them all day and was not ashamed to have everyone know it.

I honestly have no idea why I did not agree to sleep over at Mica's the very first time he asked. I mean, really, who better to go to a sleepover with when you are a bed wetter, than someone who has to wear diapers all day. I was so ashamed though. My mother made me so. She called me so many horrible names, how I should be ashamed of myself, so on and so forth, so yeah, I was just too ashamed.

When Mica figured it out and said that he knew I was a bed wetter, and that I did not have to be ashamed about that at his house, I burst into tears and begged him not to tell anyone. I did agree to ask, though I doubted my mother would let me anyway. Boy was I shocked when she said yes, she just said, oh thank god, the beast has a friend and wants to take my problem from me for the night, good, go. Trust me, that was one of the nicer things she said about and or to me, so that did not actually hurt my feelings like it should have. Honestly, by then, I do not really think I had any feelings any more.

So, just before bed that first night, Mica took me to his bedroom and made me strip. I started to cry, I do not know why. I suppose it was what my mother had done to me, calling me a baby, and now, here I am, about to be diapered like the baby I am. I cried the whole time Mica diapered me up, but he did such a nice job of it, made it as good for me as he could, and then when he was done, he just crawled up onto the bed and cuddled up to me and whispered all sorts of nice things to me. I cannot remember all that he said, but the gist of it was that I was not bad for needing diapers.

That was the first night that I actually slept through the entire night, by morning, I was a full on diaper lover, I knew it even then, but I know it even more now. Every time I spent the night at Mica's, he would diaper me up before bed, and it was great. He even gave me diapers to take home, and at home it appeared as if I stopped wetting the bed finally. My mother stopped beating me every morning, at least for that. I had to find ways to hide my diapers though, because I had no doubts as to what she would have done had she found out that particular secret.

Then when I was about seven or so, I started getting these feelings, mostly about Mica, but about other boys as well, the sort of feelings that I knew that my mother absolutely forbade. Even from that age, I knew exactly what gay was, because she told me flat out, that if I were to turn out gay, that she would beat me until I was either straight or dead, whichever came last. Having no idea what it was, I had to research it myself and I found out. Maybe she already suspected it, I do not know, nor do I care, but I definitely started having more than friends feelings for Mica.

Because of all this, I stopped allowing him to change me, see me naked, or swim naked, I stopped looking at him when he was in his diapers or naked, I even went so far as to insist we get changed in different rooms. Not seeing him naked or in diapers did not lessen my feelings though, no, instead it made me that much more frustrated, but I had to hide those feelings, I know my mother would have killed me, as much as I told Mica that she would never do such a thing, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she would have in a heartbeat.

I told Mica, time and time again, that the bruises were nothing, that I tripped and I fell, that my mother was not beating me, so on and so forth, but he never truly believed me, I knew it then, I know it more so now. I thought I hid the bruises from him, but he always knew. The only reason I did not call the cops on her, Mica. I did not want to be torn from him, and I knew that if I went into foster care, that I would probably never see him again. His telling me that it was better than being dead did not really help, because trust me, to me at least, not seeing Mica would have been worse than death.

When Mica and Tyson got together, it crushed me. I knew they were together, I knew they were boyfriends almost instantly. I tried to hide my sadness, my disappointment, and I think I did it fairly well, but I went home that night that I knew and cried and cried and cried. I knew it was all my fault that he was not my boyfriend, but what could I do. He deserved to be happy too, but that still did not change just how much I wanted Mica.

I think my mother started to notice things even more, because she started hitting and threatening me even more than normal, which was already hard to beat. So, I did the one thing that I knew would get me dead in a heartbeat if she found out. I called David and arranged to meet him somewhere.

“Hi there Matty.” He said so kindly to me when he entered the doughnut shop where I asked to meet.

I am sitting in the furthest corner of the place, there is no one around me, so that I can talk to David in privacy.

“Hi. I ordered you the tea you like, and I think it's honey crullers you like, so I got you one of them too.” I said softly.

I had gotten myself the same, since they too are my favorites. That pretty much wiped out my life savings.

“Thanks Matty, that was nice of you. You can't have a lot of money, I would've bought for us.” He said.

“I know, but I asked you to come here, so it's my treat.”

“Thanks Buddy. So, what's up?”

“I'm miserable. I can't take it any more, I want out.”

“I hope that you're simply talking about your mothers life, not life in general.”

“Honestly, if it weren't for Mica and you, I probably would, but I can't do it, it'd hurt Mica too much.”

“Oh Matty, I'm so sorry that you haveta feel this way. No child should be treated so poorly to think that death would be preferable. I understand though. I watched too many friends go through what you've been going through, and I'll be more than happy to help you out in any way that I can.”

“Thanks, but it's not your fault. I'd really like to come live with you guys, but I'm scared. If she finds out, she'll kill me. If I say I'm leaving, she'll kill me. If she finds out I'm even talking to you, she'll kill me. And that's if I'm lucky. I don't know what I did to make her hate me so much, but I hate her so much it's not even funny.”

“You've known that you can come to me since you were seven, you've known I'd happily take you in. I honestly have no idea how you managed to last this long. I couldn't have.”

“Too scared. How do we do it though?”

“I think that what we're gonna haveta do is keep you at home for a few more days, keep it as normal as possible, while I have a private detective monitor you at all times. He's an old friend of mine, so I'll ask that he only intervenes if your life's in danger, but to collect any and all information that can help us get you out of there safely.”

“Oh, that sounds good, I never thought of that.”

“Yeah, well I've been thinking about this for a while now, wondering when you were gonna get the courage to do this. Now, I already know your secrets, but I want you to tell me here and now, who and what are you?”

“You really want me to say it out loud?” I whispered in shock.

“You can come whisper it in my ear if it'd make you feel more comfortable, but yes.”

So, I got up. I think I have known that David, and even Mica, have known this probably since forever, but still, it took a lot of courage to get up and do it. Finally I whispered into his ear. “David, I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover.”

“Thank you for finally telling me. Now, what do gay baby boy diaper lovers love?” He whispered back to me.

“Wearing and wetting their thick thirsty tape on baby diapers all day every day, never going peepee on the potty, and of course having lotsa naughty fun with other gay baby boy diaper lovers.” I whispered back, and you know what, it felt good to finally say it. I have been thinking it for as long as I can remember I think, now I have finally said it.

“That's right, and when you come to live with us, will you act all shy and refuse to be seen as who and what you are?”

“No, I'll happily be the gay baby boy diaper lover I am.” I said, and even I could feel myself smiling.

“Good Baby. We'll get everything all worked out for you, no worries.”

We talked for a good ten minutes or more longer, before we had everything all worked out, and we now have a plan of action.

I went home and continued being just as miserable as I always was while at home, my mother beat and berated me every day, sometimes twice a day. As per our plans, I always ensured that the curtains and or blinds were left open more than enough to allow the action to be caught.

Then came Christmas morning. For whatever reason I still have no clue, my mother actually came into my room, and I guess I had thrown off my covers and she could clearly see my diaper. Well, the screaming started right then and there, she was in such a rage, I knew this was it. She made me admit that I had not actually stopped wetting the bed, that I had been wearing diapers the entire time, and then she went to hit me.

The doorbell rang.

“Who the fuck is that.” My mother growled. “Ah fuck 'em.” She said, and then proceeded to rip my diaper off.

The doorbell rang again.

She proceeded to start beating me. I went to the little place in my mind where I do not even feel it any more.

Then the door was kicked in. Even from my bedroom, I heard and knew what had happened. Then we heard the sound of someone come storming down the hall. My mother barely had time to stand up to find out who was there, when my bedroom door was kicked open, it almost hit my mother, which I personally would have cheered about. Then the man entered.

“Who the fuck are you.” My mother started to say, and she would have kept going, except he grabbed her by the neck, slammed her against the wall, lifted her up so that she was completely hanging, and then he even slammed her head against the wall a couple times for good measure.

“Who I am matters very little to an insignificant little piece of shit like you. I'm here to rescue Matty. I've had your place under surveillance, with Matty's permission of course, to get all the evidence that I need to ensure that you never hurt him again. This morning when you found him in a diaper, which, you useless piece of shit, he clearly needs, you were gonna kill him, I could see it in your eyes, so clearly I couldn't let that happen. Oh, and try and kick me once more, you useless slut, and I'll continue choking you 'til you stop kicking, and you know exactly what I mean, and then I'll have Matty spit on your useless dead body. Understood.” He said, giving her one more shake and slam against the wall for good measure.

“Don't kill her please.” I said, coming up and standing beside him, he is huge, and I do not mean just in comparison to me, I mean, huge like The Rock, over two meters tall, shoulders almost as big across as I am tall, arms as big around as both my legs together, and his chest in his tight shirt, well, I think I just had an orgasm. Never before had I seen such an incredibly handsome and built man, and I am used to seeing David, and I always thought he was hot.

“Why, she was gonna kill you?”

“I know, but I don't want you to haveta kill someone like her, it'll only make you feel bad.”

“Nah, getting rid of garbage that harms kids wouldn't make me lose a seconds sleep.”

“Then can we do something even more mean to her than killing her?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“It seems to me you need a servant, someone who'll obey your every demand.”

“I like your style kid.” He grinned to me. Then turned back to my mother, who was going a bit blue, I guess he was still holding her a little tight. “Oops. Your son's decreed that you're not to die, so I won't kill you. He's right though, I could use a personal servant, my boyfriend and I, as well our sons, we hate the cooking and cleaning, so, what say you, death or permanent servitude. And keep in mind, this is a one shot deal. You disobey me, and they never find you. You tell anyone, and we deny everything and your son goes public with what you did to him and you go to jail. You'll have freedom, but you'll never truly be free again. You also sign some papers saying you give custody of Matty up to David, and promise that even if you ever see Matty again, you'll never say a word to him. What's your answer?” He said, and then released his grip enough to allow her to speak, lowering her to the floor ever so gently.

“Fine. I'll do it. I'm sorry.”

“Oh, you don't get to say you're sorry, we don't give you permission. Matty never wants to see or hear you ever again, you are nothing to him, nothing but a horrible memory, maybe a nightmare, and now that he gets to wake up, the horrible dream will cease. If you ever try and contact him, his dream will cease, understand!”

“Yes.” She said, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Excellent. Now, I was fully intending to come in here and have you sign Matty over to David, and then take you somewhere where it'd look like an accident, but that's not what Matty wants, why, I have no idea, but clearly you somehow managed to raise a nice boy, though I personally think you had nothing to do with it. So, as of now, you are my personal servant, you will do all my cooking and cleaning, you will do all my grocery shopping, you will do anything and everything that I and my boyfriend hate doing. And no, you'll never be used for sex, I'd never impose on anyone such a horrific punishment as having sex with you. I understand you're also an alcoholic, you'll never touch another drop, I won't have a useless drunk servant in my house. Now, go get dressed.” He commanded, and she left the room without even looking at me.

“Thank you. David said you were impressive, and that you'd scare her, but he was underestimating it. Wow, you're amazing.”

“Thanks Matty. You're a right little cutie, but especially in your diaper. If you have another one, you should put it on.”

“I don't. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do, that was my last one, and I wasn't allowed to see Mica, so I couldn't get more.”

“Now you don't haveta worry about it, because you'll get your nice baby diapers all day every day from here on out.”

“Are you a diaper lover as well?”

“Hell yeah. David and I are friends from way back. He got me into diapers, and I've never looked back. My boyfriend, though husband would be just as accurate, as well as all three of our sons are diaper lovers too. Our sons are all gay too, I rescued them from situations much like yours.”

“Really, and did you, you know, remove them?”

“Nah, I'd never actually kill anyone, I couldn't really do it, but put a touch o' the fear in 'em, you bet. When people see me, they automatically think I'm the ruthless heartless bastard who'd kill anyone for any reason, but that's not me, I'm just a shy little gay baby boy diaper lover.” He smiled warmly to me.

“Wow, your sons are lucky to have you then.”

“Thanks, and you're lucky to have David as well. You'd better get dressed, I'll drive you over to David's.”

“Oh, yeah, guess I should. By the way, what's your name?” I said, looking down, not really realizing that I am still completely naked, because I do not sleep in anything but my diaper, at least when at home.

“Nicky, or Nicholas, but I go by Nicky to all my friends, which I think you and I are now.”

“Good to meet you Nicky.”

I got dressed quickly, and then Nicky helped me to pack anything that I cared to take with me. He asked me to go to the living room and wait, so I did. He found my mother in her room, had her sign all the papers, told her to stay put, that he was taking me to my new home, and that he would be back shortly for her, and that she had still better be here, or else.

Nicky and I went and hopped in his car and headed out. The drive to David's is short, and we really did not talk all the much. My head is still spinning.

Nicky did not walk me to the door, said that he had called David and I was expected, so I nervously went to the door and rang the doorbell. Only a few seconds later, I was let in. As you know already, David asked me if I wanted my Christmas gifts, and I said yes. I admit, with the others sitting around me like they are, and as they are dressed, as I opened my gifts, and then finding the gifts that I did, I was stunned. Trust me, these gifts are my every dream, behind getting to live with David and Mica of course.

When David asked me if I wanted to be diapered and dressed the same as they all are, I instantly said yes. I know I blushed. Then he asked if that meant butt plug and cock ring too, I could only nod yes.

What I was not counting on is having it done right there in front of everyone, but David stripped me naked, I am reasonably certain I blushed huge from that, but I did not protest, I am about to get everything I have ever desired in my entire life. Having a loving daddy diaper me up good and proper, just like the little gay baby boy diaper lover I truly am, a nice cock ring and butt plug included. What more could a gay baby boy ask for right.

Once naked, he laid me down on the floor, slipped one of my brand new diapers under my baby bum, and then started to lotion me up. It was like no other lotioning I have ever heard of. He rubbed my little dick until I was so hard, I was not before that, I was much too nervous still, and he started rubbing my little bum hole, and then he slipped my cock ring on me.

Now, here is a secret that I have never told anyone, I have secretly enjoyed sticking things in my bum hole for years. I knew it was wrong, had my mother found out, or god forbid caught me, I would have been instantly killed. I also could not think the thoughts I did when I did break down and do so, but I just had to. I think I have always known I was gay, who else could possibly enjoy things inside their bum hole as much as a gay boy, but I knew what would happen too, so I tried not to do so, yet I still ended up doing so far more often than I probably should have.

I do not think that I managed to last more than a second after David slipped his entire middle finger inside my baby bum hole before cumming. I thought that that would be the end of it, but when I came down from my baby boygasm, David was still rubbing and stroking me. Now he has two fingers inside my bum, and he is very gently massaging my dick and balls, rubbing lots and lots of baby lotion in.

David then slipped a third finger inside me, and I nearly came again, but I managed not to, somehow, but then he grabbed the butt plug, turned on its vibrator, and I knew that I would cum again as soon as that was slipping into me.

I was not wrong either, I do not think the thing was even half way into me before I exploded in what felt like my best ever baby boygasm. It was so amazing. I did not pass out, but for several minutes at least I was so totally zoned out. I know that David slipped a diaper doubler into my nice thick diaper and pulled it all up and taped it on. I know that he slipped a pair of my rubber panties on, and I know that he had put one of my baby diaper shirts on me, but, for the life of me, I cannot tell you how he did so, because I was so at peace. It did not feel as if he had moved me at all, I just felt like I was floating.

When finally I came back down, he finished dressing me in my cutest baby shirt and the shortalls. He then passed me my baby bottle filled with apple juice, and I happily took it and started drinking it. As I did so, David collected me in his arms and patted my back and baby diapered bum, and whispered Merry Christmas into my ear. I admit, I cried, I was so happy right then. I got everything I ever dreamed of, a family who understands me, diapers, and toys.

It took a few minutes, but finally David let me go.

“Thank you so much for everything. I'm so happy right now. I finally got everything I've ever wanted.”

“You're very welcome my newest baby boy. When and if you feel ready to, feel free to call me Daddy.”

“Daddy. I like that.” I said, and he kissed me on the forehead.

“Good. Now, let's go get a light lunch boys, I'm sure you're all hungry.”

Well, I know I sure am, I did not get breakfast, not that that is unusual mind you. I usually have to wait until I am at school, then I at least get some of the fruit that Mica always brings, though he usually has a granola bar or something as well for me. He has always known that I rarely ate much at home, so he has pretty much always made sure I ate, even at lunch, I usually only got a sandwich, two pieces of bread with either peanut butter, jam, or, if I was really lucky, a piece of cheese. Mica always had some fruit for me and at least something else to go along with it. He has been doing that for me since we were in grade one, when he accidentally found out that I was constantly hungry, because my mother never fed me enough, or sometimes at all.

What is truly funny is that Mica has been the one to bring all the fruit that has always been in our class to eat, and I am most certainly not the only one to have needed it either, all the kids who did need it, and ate it all, are the ones that bullied and teased Mica the most. I told Mica I would tell them who has been providing all their food, and he told me not to, told me that they are just working out their frustrations of never having enough, and he was an easy outlet. He never allowed them to bother him, just smiled at them and said thanks.

I was always amazed, no matter how much they teased him, and most especially for being a baby, he never let it get to him. I could not have done it, but then, I think I have always known just how much he loves his diapers, and would never give them up. Mind you, I would not and will not either, come to think of it, and I know that eventually I too will have to deal with that sort of teasing. I will have to try and take a page from Mica's book on that.

Granted, by the looks of it, we will have several of us in the same school together now, all of us the same, so that might make it better too. I am betting not though.

We did go and have a really good lunch, though David did say that it was going to be a lighter than normal lunch, so that we could have our big Christmas dinner. I do not know about the others, but that supposedly light lunch was still easily three to four times as much as I am used to eating at home.

During the afternoon, I could not help but notice just how much Owen tried to stay close to me. Trust me though, I am not complaining in the least, he is so amazingly cute, it is not even funny. He tried several times to get me alone, but I did not let him. I want to try and wait until bedtime, and then ask him to join me. It is fun making him make those cute faces he keeps making. Our diapers are nowhere near wet enough to need changing anyway, and I really want to wait until I am so wet I am leaking into my rubber baby panties, and then I would love to take Owen to my bedroom and learn all about the sorts of things I have fantasized about, a lot.

I think everyone but Owen knows what I am doing too, because David looked and grinned and laughed at the two of us a couple times, and Mica came and whispered into my ear to stop torturing the poor boy and to go and rock his world, like we both deserved. I want to, believe you me, I want to so badly, but, like I said, I really want to feel my double thick baby diaper as wet as it can possibly get.

Ever since Mica had gotten me into diapers, even if just for bed time, I have loved them. Whenever I was able to, I got ready for bed as early as I could get away with, and I stayed wearing my soggy baby diapers in the morning for as long as I could get away with as well. It did help that my useless mother was always either not home or asleep, and as long as I was in my room and making no noise, she never came in and bothered me. I truly did want to wear my diapers during the day too, and you have no idea how often I wanted to let Mica diaper me during the day when I stayed with him. He never asked, at least after the first time, but he had told me that should I ever wish to, all I had to do was ask, and he would be happy to. I knew I could even diaper myself, if I wanted to, and he would be perfectly okay with it, but I just could not do it.

My god, dinner smells amazing, though, and we still have to wait almost an hour more for it.

We played mostly in the games room for almost the the entire afternoon, we would all switch back and forth, we played all the different sorts of games that we have available to us, and we all had a blast.

Finally it is dinner time though, and I thought I had eaten well here before. Every other time I had eaten here though pales in comparison to the spread that David has for us this night. I know for a fact that I ate way too much too. My stomach actually hurts from eating too much, but I just could not stop. I was already stuffed when the dessert came out, and yet, I still managed to stuff a rather large slice of pumpkin pie and more whipped cream than is necessary for an entire pie down my throat. Get the wheelbarrow and roll me away, because walking is not an option.

“Holy crap.” I groaned. “I've never ate so well or so much in my entire life.”

“Me neither.” Almost all my new brothers said as one.

“Okay, who wants to go swimming?” David cheered.

“Oh god, I'd drown.” Brody gasped.

“Me too.” Me and everyone else said at almost the exact same time.

“Yeah, just teasing. Let's go watch a movie, we'll take care of the cleanup after that, we all need to sit and digest a bit, because none of us can move much yet.” David laughed.

And boy was he right too. We all groaned when we stood up, but it was so good, I wanted to do it all over again tomorrow, and considering the amount of food that is left over, we may just be able to do that too.

We headed to the theatre and as soon as I sat down, Owen was right there beside me, sharing the love seat that I had chosen. I tried not to smile, but I am pretty sure I did at least a little anyway. David joined us only a minute later, carrying all of our baby bottles, freshly filled full of apple juice, and handed them out.

David then put on a really good Christmas Comedy for us to watch, turned the volume way too high, it was awesome, and we watched it all the way through. Half way through though, I grabbed Owen's hand and held it. I saw him look over in surprise and smile to me, but I did not even look to him. He ended up cuddling into me, and that was how we were when the movie finished. I let go of his hand and stood up as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and joined the others in heading to the kitchen.

We need to deposit our empty bottles, and then clean up the kitchen, so we all helped to do so. By the time we are finished, we are all getting nice and ready for bed, yet I for one am not yet tired.

“Okay Babies, it's time for bed. Everyone head to bed, and don't forget to change yourselves, because you're all every bit as wet as I am, and it shows, but none of us have leaked, at least outside of our rubber baby panties.”

“Okay.” We all said.

“Um, what bedroom can I use?” I asked.

“Why not take my bedroom.” Dusty said.

“Okay, but what about you?”

“I wanna stay with Carter anyway?”

“Oh, okay, but what about Owen?”

“Oh, I think we all know where both of you want him to sleep, and I know for a fact that everyone's very much okay with that.” Dusty giggled.

“Oh yeah.” Both Owen and I said together.

“Good.” David said, and then I grabbed Owen's hand and led him to what will now apparently be our bedroom.

We entered the bedroom only a few moments later, and as soon as we did, I turned and closed the door, then turned back and kissed Owen. I am not sure who was more shocked, he or I. I was not sure I would have the courage to do so, but it just happened, he had been standing there, waiting for me, and when I turned, I saw the hopeful look in his eyes, and the desire to kiss him was so incredibly, insanely strong, I just had to do it.

As soon as our kiss ended, I am not sure which one of us sighed loudest.

“Wow, you kiss amazingly.” Owen said softly.

“Mmm, so do you, and you're the first person I've ever kissed.”

“Wow, then you're amazing.”

“Owen, I wanna make gay baby love to each other. I haveta go peepee really bad, and I wanna do so in your bum. I'd also really like it if you'd do the same for me.” I whispered.

“Oh god yeah. I've been so hard for the past couple hours, hoping I could get you alone, I thought you didn't want me, but when you grabbed my hand, I knew. I haven't felt myself pee in more than an hour, so I know I haveta go, and I am getting sore too, which probably means I really haveta go. The only problem though, if you make baby love to me first, when I cum, I'm gonna pee, and I'd really liketa peepee in your pussy, so could I make love to you first?”

“Oh yeah, and that's what I really wanted anyway. We're gonna haveta take off our baby diapers though, aren't we?”

“Yeah, unfortunately I'm just not very big yet.”

“I know, but me neither. Wanna change each other first though, and just pull our baby diapers down where and when we need to?”

“Okay. I wanna put in another diaper doubler as well then.”

“Oh yeah, then put on our baby panties over top of it all again.” I smiled brightly.

We proceeded to diaper each other up, we removed each others butt plugs and cock rings, we are both almost impossibly hard, we cleaned and lotioned and creamed each other up, but only enough to do so, and not enough to explode, even though I have no idea how I did not. We then double diapered each other.

We determined that on our knees would likely be the only way to go about doing this, so that is what we did. I got on my hands and knees, Owen got on his knees behind me, pulled down the back of my diaper, and the front of his, and then slipped all that he possibly could as deep as he could inside me.

The feel of Owen slipping inside me cannot be described, his heat, his hardness, his silky softness, the way his dick pulsed, everything about it was utterly amazing. He had slipped all in me, and then stopped, and I know why he did, and was thankful that he did as well, because just the first entrance nearly made me explode as well. He stayed as still as humanly possible for a good couple minutes, but both of us were pulsing, my bum, and his dick, and we almost came just from that.

Finally Owen started, and he pulled almost all the way out, then slipped all the way back in. We both sighed very deeply. He paused for a few more moments again. The second time he did that though, it was too much, and I exploded. It was massive, earth shattering, star exploding, universe exploding, no, definitely not enough. I have no idea how I did not pass out from the sheer power of the orgasm that slammed into me, but I did not, and managed to feel Owen explode as well not even half a second after I did. He pulsed, must have been, fifteen or sixteen times inside me, and then, still gasping for breath, he came down enough to pee, and proceeded to pee inside me.

I have no idea when I started dreaming of this, being peed inside, I have no idea how long I have desired being piss fucked, but the reality far outweighs the dream, by a wide margin. And then Owen started piss fucking me. I admit I think I sighed deeper than I have ever even heard of right then and there, and I think I finally know exactly who and what I am.

I have just been set free, I am a gay baby boy piss lover. I need to be fucked and filled with piss to feel good, and I feel very good at this moment in time.

Owen proceeded to piss fuck me for almost five more minutes, it felt so incredibly amazing, he would pull almost all the way out, and then slip all the way back inside. He would then gyrate his hips gently, and then do it all over again.

When we both came, it was Owen that set us both off this time, and I was only a half a second behind him this time. Almost as powerful, still just as mind alteringly phenomenal, and this time it took longer for us to come down.

Once we did, Owen pulled out, even though he is still hard, and pulled up both our baby diapers. He then slipped under me, and pressed his lips to mine once again. We kissed for only a few minutes before I broke our kiss.

“I really haveta go peepee, and I know you want it, almost as much as I wanna give it to you, so can I make love to you now?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, and I doubt you want it more than me, I live and breathe being piss fucked, it's who and what I am, what I need to live, and if I didn't get it, I'd be worse than dead.”

“Mmmm, that's exactly how I feel now.”

“Good, then I think we're gonna get along just fine.”

We ended up trading places, and I pulled our diapers down and slipped into the boy who is so going to be my baby boyfriend. My god, the heat, the pressure, the pulsing, everything about being inside Owen is amazing. I too had to pause so as not to cum too soon, but, before I knew it, I had to go or cum anyway, so I started thrusting the same as Owen had done to me. I only lasted until my third thrust though, and then we both exploded at the exact same time, or at least as close to the same time as my orgasm clouded mind could tell.

It took a few minutes for us to come down this time, but I did not pull out, I stayed buried as deep inside Owen as I possibly could as the waves of an ocean sized orgasm washed over me. As soon as I was able to though, I allowed my aching bladder to finally release, and it did. I think that I peed more than I ever have before, at least in one go, and Owen sure seemed to be enjoying it, it sounds as if he is purring from the feelings of me peeing inside him.

“My god, you filled me up so fucking much.” He sighed incredibly deeply when I finally finished and started rocking my hips gently.

“Oh yeah, I've been holding that for a couple hours at least, and I was in so much pain it was unbelievable, but I couldn't peepee my diaper, I was too hard, and I didn't wanna either, I wanted to save it for you. I was hoping you'd wanna do this as much as I did.”

“Mmmm, and so much more too. I hope that you always give me as much, that was so amazing, I'm so full.”

“I don't know if I can hold that much for that long again, but I'll try, for you.”

“Thanks.” He sighed out again, as I started truly making love to him now.

I adopted the same pace as Owen had used on me, long and slow, or at least as long as I could go. I also paused as deep inside him as I could, and then gyrated my hips for a moment, and the mewling sound he makes that I think is so sexy would double. I guess I am doing it right, because the sounds Owen is making makes me think I must be, and god does it ever feel good to me as well.

So good, in fact, that I find that I am about to cum again far sooner than I would have wanted, yet still we have probably been going five or six minutes already. As soon as I explode, so does Owen again. It takes easily that long for us both to come down, I am still buried as deeply inside Owen as I can be, and I am still just as hard.

“I think I could go for one more, would you like me to?” I asked, my voice sounding very weird, coarse almost.

“Oh fuck yes, keep piss fucking my gay baby boy pussy.” He moaned out, sounding much like I did.

And so I did as I was told. Only this time I am going a little faster, for some reason I felt like this is what we needed to do. I am still not going too fast, mind you, but still at least double the speed as I was going, and I am not stopping at all this time either. I just merrily fuck away, pounding my baby boys pussy as it were, which was exactly what he kept whimpering as I did so, he kept saying, 'Mmmm, yeah, pound my sloppy slutty pissy pussy good.' Well, who was I to argue, and I admit that it feels really good to be doing so.

We lasted only a few minutes, and this time, when we exploded, together again, I knew that that was going to be it, because I was wore out almost totally, my dick started to shrink before I even finished coming down, and we both pretty much collapsed. It took far longer to come down this time too.

“Oh.......my.........god, that felt amazing.” Owen panted out a few minutes later.

“Oh yeah.” I sighed.

“You were absolutely fucking amazing, and that was your first time.”

“Thanks, so were you, but I learned everything from you.”

“Wow, we better pull up our baby diapers, 'cause I'm about to pass out.”

“Same here.”

We righted each others diapers, and then curled up together, kissed for only a few seconds, and then I guess we both passed out. Our bed side light was still on, neither of us had even had a chance to turn it off, we were that worn out.

I am pretty sure that had a tornado ripped through during the night, and took our roof with it, that I would not have waken up for it in the least. I was so gone. Owen and I slept so tangled up together, wrapped up in each other, and I slept so deeply, so soundly, that I know for a fact that I have never slept so well. Before I got diapers, I used to sleep like shit, after that, especially for a long time, I slept so well that I often worried that I would sleep in and miss school, I would have such good sleeps. The sleep that I got after making love for the first time, and getting to cuddle up to the boy who stole my heart, no, that sleep was pure heaven.

When I finally woke up, it was to find Owen laying there tenderly tickling my back, watching me sleep. I sighed very deeply when I woke up, it felt so loving, so tender, and as I am sure you gathered by now, that is not something that I am used to, in the least.

“Mmmm, good morning.” I sighed, and then reached in the last centimeter or so that our faces were, and pressed our lips together and kissed Owen good morning.

“Mmmm, and good morning to you too.”

“Owen, would you be my baby boyfriend?”

“Oh, Matty, yes, I've wanted a beautiful baby boyfriend like you for so long. Carter and me, and even Brody too, we loved playing, but I always knew I wanted a true baby boyfriend of my own. Yesterday, when I first saw you, my dick went shockingly hard, my stomach fell, my mouth went totally dry, I knew you were the one, and I hoped that you felt the same way. Then last night, we made love so amazingly and tenderly, way better than what Carter and I were ever able to do for each other, even though we did the same things several times, and I knew we were meant to be together. So, yes, I definitely wanna be your baby boyfriend.”

“I felt the same things too. I sometimes felt like that for Mica, but it was more so for you.” I said, and then had to explain all that Mica meant to me.

“Wow, I feel bad for you, so afraid to go after what you so desperately wanted and needed, but now I'm glad too.” He said at the end of my tale.

“I don't know. I think Mica and me were always meant to be best friends, not boyfriends. After seeing you and feeling what we did last night, I can't help but feel that everything worked out exactly how it was supposed to.”

“Maybe, maybe you were supposed to be best friends, and we're supposed to be boyfriends, but had you not been so scared, maybe you could've shared more too.”

“I don't know. I guess we'll never know, so I think it just worked out how it was supposed to.” I smiled, and then kissed Owen once more.

“Mmmm. I love kissing you.”

“I love kissing you, I love you. I never truly knew what love was. I knew I loved Mica, and even David, but now I truly know what love is, 'cause that's the only thing it can be, what I feel for you.”

“I love you too.”

“Are you as hard as I am?” I asked, but instead of waiting for an answer, I was already groping the front of Owen's soggy baby diaper.

“Mmmm, yeah, and your touching my baby diapered dinky like that only makes me harder. How about you?” He asked, as he too grabs me and feels me through my equally soggy diaper.

“Ooh, yeah, mmmm, that feels nice, and I'm so hard. Could we try sucking each other this morning, I've always wanted to try that?” I sighed.

“Okay, wanna suck at the same time?”

“For sure.”

“Would you like to finger each others baby bum holes at the same time?”

“Oh god yeah.”

“Good. I warn you though, I've been hard since before I woke up, when I cum, I might pee.”

“That's okay, if it comes from you, I'll love it, and I wanna try yours anyway.”

“Okay, and if you haveta go too, I'd love yours as well.”

“Okay.” I said happily.

Owen threw off the blankets and swung around, pressing his diaper into my face and his face into mine. I tell you here and now, the intensity of this act was incredible. The feel of his soggy diaper pressed into my face, glorious. The smell of his soggy diaper, intoxicating. The feel of his erection poking me through his soggy diaper, almost orgasmic.

As he was pressing his face into my diaper, I was doing the same to his, and it was, without a doubt, the most light headed I have ever been. I am pretty sure that I forgot to breathe for at least a full minute, maybe ten. Then when I did breathe, all I inhaled was his incredible aroma; the smell of boy, sex, and pee, with the unmistakable hints of baby powder scent that is our baby lotion and diaper rash cream. Oh man, so nice. I think I could spend hours with my face buried in Owen's soggy diaper.

We do not have hours though, I am going to cum any minute now from just feeling this, and so I pull away slightly and pull down the front of Owen's diaper.

He feels this and does the same for me.

I have never been so close to a dick in my life, and now that I practically have one up my nose, I find that I am studying it so finely. I touch him so tenderly with my fingers, feeling his hot hard softness, and he feels amazing.

Owen is copying my movements, and it feels every bit as amazing.

Then the overwhelming urge to take Owen into my mouth finally over rode all other desires, and before I even knew what was happening, I had Owen in my mouth. My soother yesterday had nothing on how having Owen in my mouth makes me feel, and I had loved that. I do not know when the first time I truly thought of sucking a dick is, but I know it has been a while that I have been denying that urge, telling myself that I could not think such things, and now that I have experienced it, I can never go back, I will never go back. Having a dick inside me, either my mouth or my bum, no, that's what I need to be happy.

And so I happily started sucking Owen. I accidentally scraped his dick with my teeth, I guess, because he hissed and pulled off, and said teeth, and I knew what I needed to do. It took a few seconds to get the hang of it, but feeling Owen sucking me and how amazing it felt, and trying to copy what he is doing to me, is all I needed to learn all that I needed to learn.

I doubt that we lasted more than a minute, but it felt so utterly amazing, that we simply could not hold on for long. When we both exploded, I nearly passed out, but I managed to stay with it. It was so amazing though. Different to the night before, just as good, but in other ways. We had not even started fingering each other yet.

Not even a second later, I heard Owen sigh, and then I tasted him. I know it sounds nasty to some, but the taste of my baby boyfriend filling my mouth was so great I cannot begin to tell you. I have almost tried my own probably a hundred times before, but I always chickened out at the last second. Now I will happily take all that Owen cares to give to me.

And so, with Owen filling my mouth, I felt that it was only fair that I too fill his. He had asked for it anyway, and so I let go my aching bladder, though not nearly so much as the night before. I almost never wake up with the urge to pee, I normally pee well during the night, but the occasional morning I do have to go. I know I should not have, but ever since I started getting diapers, I have always peed in them when I did wake up having to pee. It was naughty, I know, but I could not help it, I truly did love my diapers already by then. I am pretty sure that by the age of eight I would have happily wore my baby diapers all day like Mica does. Only, yeah, I could not do so, I had a crazy mother, but now I do not, and now I get to, and I am ecstatic to get my baby diapers all day.

As soon as we finish filling each others mouths with as much pee as we can, we continue sucking each other, and this time we slipped our hands into the backs of each others soggy diapers and slipped two fingers inside each other, though neither of us swallowed down all the sweet tasty treat that we were given, we kept some in our mouths and enjoyed it as we sucked even more.

We only lasted a couple minutes until we came again, and then kept right on going and went for a third baby boygasm, keeping only just our two fingers inserted and playing. Orgasm number three took almost five minutes, and when we both finished firing our blanks, we were done, I started going soft first, but Owen started softening in my mouth about a second later.

We both sighed deeply, swallowed down all that was still in our mouths, removed our fingers from each others baby bums, and then turned back around until our mouths were pressed together, and kissed, tasting each other as we do so.

“Wow, now that's the best ever morning I've ever had.” I sighed so deeply I shocked even myself.

“Know how you feel. I love doing that in the mornings, nothing better if you ask me. It's lots better with a boyfriend though.”

“Good, I sure wouldn't complain about doing that every morning.”

“Me neither. Well, Baby, should we get up?”

“Yeah, we probably should, I'm getting hungry, and I wanna go swimming.”

“Me too. I love swimming here, we don't haveta wear anything, it's awesome.”

“This'll be my first time, but I've always really wanted to, yet I didn't, 'cause I don't know how I would've reacted.”

“Yeah, well now you don't haveta worry. Come on Baby, let's go.”

We hopped out of bed, clasped hands, intertwining our fingers together before even leaving the room, and headed to the kitchen to see who else is up.

David and Brody are already there and sipping their tea, Mica and Tyson are also there, but not yet seated, and Carter and Dusty are right behind us, so we are pretty near tied for last place. It does appear as if Mica and Tyson only just made it themselves though, because they are just in the process of getting their cereal and tea as we enter, and so we join them, and so do Carter and Dusty.

“So, Matty and Owen, you had a good night I trust?” Mica asked as we sat down.

“Oh yeah, I'm definitely a gay baby boy diaper lover, I need to be fucked and filled to be happy, and I never wanna change, no one could possibly make me.” I said happily.

“Good, glad to hear it. You got filled up good and proper last night then?”

“Oh yeah, was so amazing.”

“Excellent. You're so sexy in your soggy diaper, and I'm glad that you have Owen to share with now.”

“Thanks, so do you, and we've agreed that we're baby boyfriends as well.”

“Good, we all thought you were before you even went to bed.”

“Yeah, I thought so as well. We're so perfect for each other, we like so much the same, yet we like different things too.”

“Good, that's the same with Tyson and me, same, but different, and that's how I think it should be.”

“Mmmhmm.” I said, and the others all nodded as well.

We are all the same in many ways too though, yet we do all like different things. None of our likes and dislikes clash with our boyfriends though, so that is good, we can all appreciate all our dissimilarities, so that is excellent.

We all talk as we continue to have our breakfast and tea, laughing and joking around, having a gay ole time as it were. Once we were done and cleaned up, we headed to the pool.

Everyone started stripping off their diapers at the same time, that is all we are wearing, so at almost the exact same time, there are eight super soggy diapers splatting on the ground, and we are all naked. I did not get to see the others all naked yesterday, though they all got to see me, and I admit I am freely checking everyone out, and they are letting me. I am guessing, though, since no one is hard, that we all drained our boyfriends more than enough to keep things down now, but they all look so good, especially David, though Brody is smokin' hot too. They are both way larger than us little baby boys, yet I am still larger than all the younger boys, but almost the same as Mica and Tyson too.

Once I have had my fill of checking out the competition, I look up and smile to everyone.

“Wow, you're just all so hot.” I said, and yes, I sighed very deeply, and I think I am the only one to have gotten even the tiniest bit hard, though I am nowhere near fully hard, just a bit chubby.

“Thanks.” They all said.

“Just think, had you allowed it, you would've seen me naked all the time growing up, or in my diapers, hard and soft, I never cared.” Mica said.

“I know, and you know why I couldn't, there's no point in apologizing for the past, I hadta do it to protect myself.”

“I know why you did it, I think I've always known, and I'd never ask you to apologize for your useless mother, because it's her fault you couldn't be yourself.” Mica pointed out.

“Yeah, that it sure was, because even I admit that had I been able to, I wouldn't have made it past the age of seven before admitting I was a gay baby boy diaper lover.”

“Same as me, in fact, I didn't.”

“Same.” Said a couple of the others.

“Well, come on Babies, let's go get showered and go swimming.” David said.

We all went and washed off thoroughly, making sure to scrub our oh so very dirty bodies well, so that the pool did not get dirty, and then we all went and dove in.

I used to be scared shitless of the pool, not the swimming part, just the pool, I know Mica told you why, so now, not so much. Now I love coming swimming, just as long as Mica is there, then I am good. David always made me feel safe too, but Mica made me feel like he would rather die first than let me drown, granted, he told me that often enough as well. Now, as long as I stay in the shallow end, I do not need a life jacket, and he has even gotten me into the deep end without one, but I still do not feel quite as comfortable, and the old panic sets in.

“Matty and Tyson, we're in the deep end today, doing water aerobics, we're gonna have the foam boards and dumbbells, so you shouldn't need life jackets, but if you'd rather, you may as well go grab them.”

“I'll stay next to you the entire time, so no need to worry.” Mica said to Tyson.

“And I swim great too, and I'll stay next to you the entire time as well, so you don't haveta worry either Matty.” Owen said to me.

“Um, okay, I'll try it.” I said, even I could hear the wavering in my voice.

“You boys'll be fine. Grab your things and lets get started.” David said, and then we did.

David had pulled the box of stuff near to the pool edge, right at the shallow end, so we all dug through and got everything that we would be needing, taking all that he had had I might add, so hopefully he does not adopt any more strays, because then he will have to buy more, but I doubt he cares about that sort of thing.

With Owen right next to me on one side, and Mica on the other, I felt just as safe as if I were wearing a life jacket, so with the foam boards that we started with, it kept me afloat more than enough. Sure, I do know how to swim, and I could if I wanted to, but just being in the deep water without a life jacket on normally gets my heart racing faster than an SR-71 Blackbird, so yeah, I am facing my fears more than I normally do, but you know what, after yesterday, this seems easy.

Knowing without a shadow of a doubt that your mother is about to kill you seems to eradicate all other fears, but then getting everything your heart ever desired in its entirety seems to be even better. I am currently so at peace, that the deep water never even phased me.

David led us through an entire grueling hour of water aerobics, telling us all to push ourselves, to keep breathing slow and steady, so on and so forth. I have done this probably hundreds of times with them, yet I still cannot keep up, but then, it was nearly the only exercise that I ever got too, other than the pitiful bit we got at school, so I am still not used to this. Brody, Carter, and Owen are also not as good, and even Tyson still had to slow down a lot by the end of our exercises. Me, I was nearly stopped by the end, only allowing the dumbbells to keep me afloat, doing almost nothing.

“Good pushing this morning Babies, let's go sit in the hot tub.” David called out once we were done.

I think I was the first out of the pool, I tossed my things in the box, and I was definitely the first into the hot tub. I took the lounger and laid back, and sighed just as the others all joined me.

“Little sore Baby?” David asked me.

“Oh yeah, but I always am after an exercise session with you.”

“Good, that's how it should be. You also did amazingly this time in the deep end, you never panicked, you didn't use a life jacket, and we never had to rescue you.”

“Thanks. I think I know why though. I'm free. Yesterday morning, when my ex mother caught me, I saw the look in her eyes, I knew I was about to die, I wasn't sure if Nicky was there or not, or if he'd be able to rescue me in time, even if he was there. After the first hit, I accepted my fate, I said goodbye even. The sound of the doorbell startled me, I knew I'd been saved, and then he kicked the door in and saved me from her. So, yeah, giving up all my fears seemed to shatter that one tiny one. Then getting to come live here and finally get everything I've ever hoped and dreamed, made me so happy, so content, that I never even panicked once.”

“That's good Baby, and no one blames you for accepting your fate and saying goodbye. Thankfully that wasn't your fate, because you were being tailed twenty four seven, and not just by Nicky, someone was always watching.”

“Oh, good.”

The rest of the day, we played in and out of the house, we did nothing much of anything, but we did it together and had a really good time. We spent more time in just our soggy baby diapers than I ever imagined that I would get to, and it is as glorious as I ever dreamed it would be. When Owen and I changed each other in the afternoon and at bed time, I was so happy. We did not make love to each other again, but we did rub each other during our afternoon baby bum change, and we sucked each other during our bedtime baby bum change, and yes, we did make sure to lotion and cream each other up real well, if you know what I mean, three fingers full in fact. Mmm, simply wondrous, glorious, fantastic, incredible, heavenly. Ah, you get what I am saying.

A couple days later, Friday, and David, or as I have started to call him more and more, Daddy, told us all that one of Dusty's friends is going to come to spend the weekend. His mom had called shortly after breakfast and arranged to bring him to our place at just a bit before dinner. Dusty is happy for some strange reason.

I myself can honestly say that I hope that Dusty gets the little hotty diapered, he is the boy I help when we go to the kindergarten class, and he is so amazingly cute. I can also say with all honesty, that I would not complain about playing with him in the least either, teach him everything that I have only recently learned myself. Daddy warned us not to push him too far, and encouraged only Dusty and Carter to take him and explain everything to him in private.

Daddy ensured that we were all presentable shortly before Jonathon was scheduled to arrive, we are all in our thinner daytime diapers and dressed appropriately. Even after such a short time of wearing only my thick thirsty baby diapers, getting dressed was hard. It was necessary though, so we all begrudgingly did so.