Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 22:33:54 -0500 From: Onizuka Echi Subject: The Oldest Ring Bearer The Oldest Ring Bearer Disclaimer: Please don't copy my stuff, print it, or call it your own. The following story is purely fiction, and its contents are obviously a wild fantasy. The following story contains sexual content between a man and twelve year old boy. I'm a diaper lover, but I tried my best to write in a way that anybody could enjoy the story. Diapers are not a focus. I have two other stories on nifty- one complete, one unfinished. Google my email. Enjoy! THE WEDDING "Just five more minutes mom!" I said sleepily, enjoying the coziness of my bed. "Ben, you've only got thirty minutes now to get ready. Get out of bed." My mom said firmly as she poked me under the covers with her finger. "Fine. I'm up." I said, as my mother turned and rushed out of my room. It was a Saturday morning- almost ten AM, and I had to be the ring bearer for my big sister's wedding. My little cousin Charlie was supposed to do it, but he got a nasty case of food poisoning the day before. Being five, he was the perfect age to play the role- so it made little sense that at twelve, I was expected to now fill his shoes. My mother dragged me around town yesterday in hopes of finding a tuxedo- a white tuxedo, no less. Much to my chagrin, we found one. I reluctantly tossed the covers back and tried to massage the sleep out of my eyes. My pyjama bottoms had ridden up during the night, revealing my perfectly smooth legs. I was secretly proud of them- in fact I was proud of my whole smooth body. What twelve year old can say that! I was probably the only kid my age that was reluctant to start puberty. Hair everywhere, funny smells, and painful growth spurts- who wants that! I stood up from my bed, and looked in the mirror on my wall. My brown hair was everywhere! I was a mess. Before I could take care of my hair, I decided to grab a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. My dad was in the kitchen, drinking his usual cup of coffee. "Morning, Ben. You nervous?" My dad said. "What's there to be nervous about?" I asked. "Oh you know, the rings are the most important part of the ceremony. Your sister can't get married without them!" he stated. "Don't screw it up!" My mother came in and immediately started to nag us both. "Ben, you don't have time for this. Finish your juice, and get in the shower!" She said to me. "And you!" she said, pointing at dad. "Don't give him a hard time." I laughed at my dad's shocked look, and hurriedly chugged the rest of my juice. Back upstairs, I grabbed my towel, and made my way to the bathroom stripping off my pyjamas as I went. My mom hated my messiness, but at the moment, I didn't care. Leaving the door wide open, I grabbed my soft two incher, pulled my foreskin back and peed at a distance into the toilet. Years of practice let me hit my target without much difficulty. My mom claims that I make the bathroom smell like a pig sty, I claim it makes the bathroom mine. After giving little Ben a few shakes, I stepped into the shower, and turned it on full blast. The initial dousing of cold water always helped wake me up, and this morning I needed it more than ever. Once the water warmed up, I quickly washed my body from head to toe- paying special attention to my dick. I loved touching my dick in the shower, it felt so good. Pulling the foreskin back and forth over the small head of my knob, I started to shudder, and nearly fell down as a climax sparked its way through my thin frame. I had been masturbating for a few months now, after discovering that rubbing fast- or humping my pillow produced some very interesting, and very good feelings. I quickly shampooed my hair, and rinsed my body off and turned off the water. As I stepped out, my mother walked by the still open door of the bathroom. "Ben! You should have been done with your shower ages ago!" My mother scolded. She grabbed my towel off the counter, and started drying me off. "MOM! STOP!" I said, trying to cover my crotch. "Hush." My mom said, grabbing my writs bringing them over my head as she dried my middle. I gave up the fight. I know I can dry myself off, but secretly I enjoyed when she paid me this kind of attention. Once she got to my penis, she saw that it was red- but didn't say anything. She slapped my thigh once she was done drying, and told me to hurry and get dressed. I made my way to my room, and saw that she had laid out my clothes for me, including a pair of white underpants. As I pulled them up, I looked distastefully at the garish white tuxedo I was supposed to wear the whole day. It was already warm in the house- how was I supposed to wear all this clothing at some stuffy church? I started with the pants, those were easy. Then the fancy shirt- I struggled with the buttons, and then struggled to get a neat tuck. As I finished with the shirt, my mom came in and told me to sit on the bed- and proceeded to put my socks and dress shoes on for me as I strangled myself with the bow tie. Now feeling really uncomfortable, I looked at myself in the mirror. At least I looked good! My mom grabbed the comb off my dresser and quickly combed my damp hair. "Honey, I know you don't want to do this today. But think of Dawn, and how much she loves you. Try to have a good attitude. Do it for your sister." She said as she fumbled with the cufflinks on my sleeves. "Whatever, mom." I tried to say with as much attitude I could muster- I ended up sounding whiny. "Don't be a brat. You're better than that!" she said, helping me into my jacket. My outfit complete, I felt trapped. "Do you need to go to the bathroom before you leave?" My mom asked, looking at me funny. "Mooooom." I whined, rolling my eyes. I really had no reason to whine to my mother- I have a slight history when it comes to accidents. Nothing major, just a handful of wet pants when I decided I could hold it. "Fine. I guess you're old enough to know better now, right?" I didn't have a smart comeback for her. "You know the rule, Ben." She threatened. The "rule" was a silly one. After ruining a new carpet after an accident, my neat freak mother bought a bag of pull-ups. If I ever had an accident, I had to wear one "just in case". At first I was quite upset, but after wearing one for the first time, I came to enjoy the childish feeling of the extra bulk between my legs, and the extra attention she paid me. "David is waiting downstairs for you. I'll see you at the church!" she said, leaving my room for hers. David is the best man- my future brother in law's best friend. He was taking me to meet with the other groomsmen to hang out at the church. He's a pretty cool guy, I guess. He's really tall- six foot three. I barely come up to his chest. And he's hot. Really hot. I knew from the first time I saw him that I was gay- his clean face, and neatly cut hair accented his natural good looks. He was a constant target for young women, and I was secretly jealous of the attention he gave them. "Hey kiddo, you ready? we're running behind." David said, looking at his phone. "Yeah, I know. My mom made sure of that. Let's go." He looked more attractive than usual, the white tuxedo was a perfect fit on his tall frame. I followed David out the door, and headed towards his car. Sensing that I wasn't very happy, David didn't small talk. He had a great car, one of those new mustangs. It was black, and really shiny. We got into the car, and my nose perked up. Not only was David handsome, but he smelled really good too! He always smelled the same, like green apples. I knew it was probably some sort of cologne, but I never got the courage to ask what it was. It was a part of my infatuation with the guy. As we drove towards the church, my dad's earlier comments started to get me worried. "What am I supposed to do during the wedding?" I thought. I hadn't been at the rehearsal, and nobody told me what or when to do it. I knew I was supposed to get the rings at some point, but when was I ever going to get them to the happy couple? "Nervous yet?" David asked. "Um...what am I supposed to do?" I asked softly. "Nothing major. Your little cousin did a great job, so it should be easy for you." He said. This put me at ease a bit- if my five year old cousin could do it, I shouldn't be worried. "When do I hand over the rings?" I asked. "I'll give you a nod. I have the rings safely in my jacket. Right before the service starts, I'll hand them over. They go on a pillow, and you bring it up to me." I felt a lot better at these words. If I could just make it through the service without screwing up, I'd be fine. Then I could at least not worry the rest of the day. David parked the car outside of the church, and then led the way in. I heard the groomsmen laughing in the distance as we approached the large sanctuary. David pointed to where i'd be sitting. "You'll be right over there, on the Groom's side. You'll sit with his parents, and then come right to me with the rings at the right time. Then you can stay with me for the rest of the service. That okay?" David asked. "Piece of cake!" I said. In fact, this was not going to be a piece of cake. The church was huge, and it was obvious from the buzz of early guests that this was going to be a major event. David saw right through my feigned confidence, and ushered me quickly through to the lounge where the groomsmen were. Once we arrived, the groom and his buddies were in a festive mood. The smell of booze permeated the space. "Ben!" said Alex, the groom. "Welcome to the boys club!" "Hi." I replied shyly. "Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Did Dave tell you what you needed to know?" "Yea- he'll be a pro." David replied for me. "He looks kinda green." said an unidentified guy in a tux. "Give him a shot of bourbon! That will help!" Said Alex. I didn't know if he was kidding or not when he held out his flask. Trying my best to fit in and not seem like a dork, I took the flask. David yanked the flask away from me saying "Are you an idiot Alex? He's twelve!" "A small one won't hurt the kid, he's obviously nervous. It will help!" replied Alex, grabbing both the flask and me at the same time. He held me to his chest, the flask in front of me, and held back David with his other hand. "Go ahead, just one swig, and swallow fast. It won't hurt." Thinking only about my nerves, I popped the top, and took a mouthful. I nearly gagged as the white-hot liquid hit the back of my throat. After swallowing, I could feel the bourbon burning all the way down to my stomach. "Feel better?" asked Alex, letting me go. "I feel...funny." I said, coughing the words out. "Geez Alex, you're crazy. Kids can't have booze for a reason!" David shouted. The other groomsmen seemed more laid back than David, but the tension created by the argument made them pull out their own flasks and drink. "Whatever, man. This is my wedding. If I want the ring bearer to be drunk, then he'll be drunk!" I could tell now that the groom wasn't just happy because it was his wedding day, but because he was a little tipsy. As they went back to their joking and laughing, I went in search of a bathroom. Still feeling nervous, I wanted to empty my bladder as much as possible before the wedding. Once I found the bathroom, I made my way to a stall, and closed the door behind me. Finding my dick through all of my clothing wasn't easy, but after some fumbling I got it out. As soon as I tried to go, the door to the bathroom burst open, and all the groomsmen came piling in. I'm not pee shy at home at all, but here, at the church, feeling warm fuzzy and nervous, my stream wouldn't start. I tried to think of all things wet...a stream, a river, a goddamned ocean, but nothing worked. I couldn't go. The groomsmen were all happily chatting away, making rude comments about the size of the grooms penis, which made me and my two inch dick feel quite silly. Finally they started to leave. David noticed my shoes under the door. "Hey Ben, hurry up! We've got to get this ugly jerk married!" I just stood there stupidly, with my dick in my hand. I gave one last try to go, but it just wasn't happening. I made my way out of the stall, hastily tucking everything back in as David and Alex watched. David turned to Alex, and gave him a few play slaps to the face. "You ready?" "Give it a rest, already. I was born ready. I'm getting married!" It looked like Alex had stars in his eyes. David smiled and held the door open for Alex, and me. I was still nervous, and a little upset I didn't get a chance to pee. I wasn't in trouble or anything, but thanks to the juice I had at breakfast, I'd have to pee right after the service. "How long is a wedding, anyway?" I asked David, as we walked towards the sanctuary. "The rehearsal was about an hour, but we went over lots of details. Maybe half an hour?" David replied. He knelt in front of me, and straightened my tie, and smoothed out the sides of my shirt. I felt funny the way he touched me, but that was probably the booze talking. He handed me a small white pillow with lots of lace, and brought out the rings from a pocket in his jacket and tied them both to the pillow I held out. The groomsmen all lined up to go in, David and I were last. He had his hand on my shoulder, and as we walked into the church, guided me towards the grooms parents. The church was packed. My tiny mind decided that there were at least ten thousand, if not a million people at this wedding. They were all looking at me. My mother waved at me from her side of the church. Horrified by the crowds, I sat down next to the groom's father. "You look good kid!" he said. I groaned. The groomsmen all stood next to the minister, an older guy wearing what I thought was a very pretty dress. Music started to softly play from the pipes on the walls. I could feel the vibrations of the organ in my guts. Realizing that the wedding was starting, I suddenly became really sensitive to the signals my body was giving. My palms were sweaty. My stomach flipped. My heart started beating faster, and there was a dull ache in my bladder. I thought I had been nervous before- but never like this! The bridesmaids slowly made their way down the aisle, and lined up across from the men. Suddenly the whole church stood up, and turned around. I did the same, and saw my sister- she looked beautiful. Dawn was ten years older than me, so we got along well and everything, but I had never thought of her as beautiful! I turned around to look at Alex, who had completely broken down and was crying into David's shoulder. The congregation snickered at the mess of a groom at the front while my sister slowly walked down the aisle with my dad. When she passed me, she gave me a wink, and mouthed "Thanks!" I just nodded. Once she made it to the front, and my dad handed her off to Alex(who by this time had recovered from his sudden bout of crying) the service started. We all sat down. The minister started by welcoming us all, saying how this was such a special occasion, and on and on. I usually found that I could occupy myself with mind games and riddles when bored, but my nerves were making it impossible today. It seemed like I was hanging on to his every word, even if I didn't want to. Time limped by. As I sat still in the hard wooden pew, I started to feel the heat and rigidity of my tuxedo. The dull ache in my bladder had gotten worse, and beads of sweat formed on my brow. To help relieve the feeling of a full bladder, I started to wiggle my legs back and forth in an attempt to get more comfortable. The father of the groom noticed my discomfort, and whispered "How long can you hold it?" "I don't know. I need to go pretty bad." I whispered. He turned to his wife, and said something to her. She looked over at me with sympathy, and she whispered something back. "You're almost up. As soon as you hand the rings over, you can leave." He said. As I sat in the pew, I could feel the pressure build with each moment. My nerves weren't helping- I felt as though I was going to barf and wet my pants at the same time. I was watching David for any sign of my part of the service, hoping to be ready to go sooner rather than later. As if he read my mind, David made eye contact with me, and nodded. "Thank you God!" I thought. I reluctantly stood up, and clenched all of my muscles. My nerves were amplifying my need to pee, and it was now taking every ounce of strength I had to keep from wetting my pants. As I slowly made my way to David, I could feel the eyes of the congregation on me. I looked down at the white pillow and the rings on top, and it looked like it blended into the tuxedo I was wearing. My tense muscles made my gait very unnatural as my dress shoes squeaked down the aisle. Once I made it to David, I held out the pillow as he started to untie the stings. My bladder was now screaming for my attention. I was hot, and frustrated that my stupid body couldn't wait. I started to become panicked as I realized that David was struggling with the strings, and wouldn't be able untie the stupid thing. My sister started to fidget, and Alex started to snicker. My leg started to involuntarily twitch, trying to stave off the impending flood. I dropped my right hand to my crotch, where I tried to discreetly squeeze my penis through the many folds of my clothes. It didn't work, as I felt a sudden gush of pee squirt out. I only had a second to clench every part of my body- and when I did, I dropped the pillow that was balanced on my left hand. Both David and I reflexively reached out for it, and our heads came crashing together. All I heard was a gasp from the minister, and laughter from Alex, and then my aching bladder released. Yellow pee streaked down my white tuxedo pants and started to form a puddle between my feet. I tried to stop it, but couldn't. It's as if time stood still- the congregation was obviously horrified at what they had just seen, my sister stood by the minister with a shocked look on her face, and Alex made a kind of gurgling noise. Before anything could be said, I turned and bolted from the sanctuary. My shoes no longer squeaked as I ran, they now made more of a squishy sound. David caught up to me before I made it to the bathroom. "Hey! slow down!" he said, grabbing my arm. I started crying as I made the realization I peed my pants in front of a million people, at my own sister's wedding. He put his hand on my shoulder again, and guided me into the bathroom. "You should get back to the wedding. I'll just stay here." I sobbed. "They don't need me. One of the other guys will get the rings off the stupid pillow." He said, his hand still on my shoulder. "What am I going to do? I don't have any clean clothes!" "Don't worry about that, I have it covered. Wait here, I'll be right back." David said. I went into the same stall I tried to pee in earlier, and sat down on the toilet. The smell of my pee was overwhelming, and it had gotten everywhere. My pants were soaked, and my shirt was absorbing the pee at my waste, and was slowly creeping up my body. My shoes and socks were a mess as well. I sat and wept as I heard David come back in. "Your mom packed you a bag of clothes just in case." David said through the door. I didn't make a move. I didn't even care anymore that I was wet, I just wanted to sink into the floor. "Is it okay if I come in?" Without waiting for an answer from me, David pushed the door to the stall open. "I know you're upset, but you have to get those wet clothes off." David said. David cautiously pulled my jacket off. Sensing that I was okay with the help, he started unbuttoning my shirt. The tails were soaked. Once he got my shirt off, he stood me up and started to undue my pants. I was a little shocked that he was taking such liberty with me, but in the moment I really didn't care. I wanted it to all be over. After letting my pants drop to the ground, he knelt in front of me, and undid my shoes. I sat down again, and he pulled away my wet pants socks and shoes. I was left sitting on the toilet in just my underpants, which were wet and stained yellow. He pulled some baby wipes from the bag my mom had packed, and said "We have to make sure to get all the urine off of your body.". He pulled me up again, and in one quick motion pulled my underpants down to my feet, knelt in front of me and started to wipe my privates as I stepped out of my wet briefs. I steadied myself using his shoulders as he wiped between my legs. He worked silently, paying special attention to my penis, which began to grow. I watched as he manipulated the wipe on my foreskin pulling it back so the head was exposed. I gasped as he used his other hand to touch my purple head. "Does that hurt, Ben?" he asked. "No...David, what are you doing?" I asked looking him in the eyes. "I'm just making sure you're clean. Does it feel good? It's okay if it feels good." he said. "Yea." I said. "I make myself feel good like that all the time." "Totally normal. Sometimes it can feel better if somebody else does it though. Can I keep touching you?" I nodded my consent. David took my small penis between his thumb and pointer finger, and started to rub up and down the shaft making my head disappear and reappear. I sighed deeply, and almost lost my grip on his shoulders. David stood up, and lifting me up swung me around. He sat on the toilet, and pulled me into his lap. He continued his fondling, as I leaned back against his chest. Pulses of pleasure waved through my body. Having somebody else masturbate you does feel better. David continued to work my penis. The familiar feeling gathering in my groin made me start to groan. David used his free hand to cover my mouth, and started moving his hand faster. All at once, my body started to quake, and I could feel my penis try to pump a non existent fluid out. He held onto me as my body finished heaving, and then let go of my softening penis. The glow I was feeling must have been amplified by the bourbon I had earlier. David pushed me off his lap, and grabbed another wipe and finished cleaning me off as if nothing had happened. "You can't tell anybody about what I just did, Ben." He said quickly. David reached into the bag, and pulled out a pull-up. My mother must have told him about the rule. He shook it out, and held it out for me to step into. Stepping into the leg holes, I tried to make eye contact. "If somebody found out, I would never get to see you again, and I would probably go to jail." David said, pulling the diaper up. It had been at least a year since my last accident, and it felt strange to have all that padding between my legs again. "I won't tell anybody. I promise." I replied. He finally looked at me. "You aren't mad that I touched you like that?" "No." I said softly. "It felt good, plus you were just trying to help me out." Even though David had just jerked me off, my twelve year old mind couldn't comprehend that he might have found me attractive. David reached into the bag again, and pulled out a pair of brown shorts, sandals, and a white polo shirt. As he held my shorts open, I felt thankful that I didn't have to wear that stuffy tuxedo anymore- even if I had to shed it because I had an accident. David helped me get dressed the rest of the way, and then put my wet clothes into the bag. He opened the door for me, and went to wash his hands. When he finished, he led the way out of the bathroom and out of the church to put my clothes in his car. As we were leaving, the wedding party had just processed out of the front of the church, and were headed right for us. "David! Thank you so much!" my sister exclaimed. "Hey Squirt!" Alex called out to me, in a mocking tone. I turned bright red, and tried to hide behind David. "Shut up, Alex. It's your fault this all happened." Said my sister. "I'll kill you if you ever give him booze again." Alex looked properly chastised. My sister's bridesmaids all gathered around me, telling me how sorry they were, and how cute I was. Cuter than my cousin that was supposed to be the ring bearer! "You did a great job Ben!" Said one. "Your tuxedo was so cute!" said another. My sister pulled me aside and whispered into my ear: "Nobody saw you wet your pants. They think you just hit your head, and ran out." The look of relief on my face must have been obvious, because David came up and put his arm around me, and gave me a healthy squeeze. "Told ya it would all work out!" David said with a grin. I beamed up at him. "We have to get back into the church for pictures." said my sister. She grabbed my hand, and off we went. I spent the next hour being hauled around by my sister and her new husband as we took pictures all over the big church. My mother was present for some of the pictures, but didn't mention my accident at all. After the pictures were through, my mother pulled me aside. "Ben, you're spending the rest of the day with the wedding party. Behave yourself. Listen to David, and don't be a pain to anybody!" my mother said giving my butt a pat in front of the newly weds. I blushed, knowing her pat was to check if I was wearing the diaper. She and David spoke briefly before I left, and then he guided me towards his car. "See you tonight sweetie!" my mom called. I gave her a little wave, and hopped into David's car. THE RECEPTION The rest of the afternoon was spent hanging out at a hotel my parents had booked. They got the biggest suite in the hotel, and wow was it nice! It had a huge TV, several rooms, and plenty of bathrooms. Alex made sure to point out the closest bathroom to me, but everybody yelled at him, so he backed off. I spent most of my time playing video games on the gigantic TV in the living room. When the time came to leave for the reception downstairs, everybody started checking themselves in the mirror, getting ready to go. David had been sitting on the couch with me, playing video games. He motioned me to come closer. "Do you need a new pull-up?" He asked softly. I turned red. "Your mom wanted me to check. That's all. Don't take it the wrong way." David chided. "Are you gonna bug me all night about it?" I asked. "Not if you don't want me too." David smiled. "I don't actually use the things, my mom is just over protective." I assured him. The diaper I had on was soft, and felt bulky between my legs, a feeling I enjoyed. David's question made me wonder if my mom did expect me to use them? Why would she give him more than one? David shrugged, and left it there. Following the party, we all boarded the elevator and went down to the main ballroom. Just like the ceremony that morning, we lined up- I stayed with David again. We all processed in, to applause. The place was decked out in a deep purple, my sister's favourite colour. Candles warmed the room, and a jazz band was playing in the corner. David took me over to the head table, I got a space right next to him! I felt like his date. Our table was raised, and I felt like royalty sitting higher than anybody else. The wedding party sat down, and then the newly weds were introduced by the live band, and then they got their first dance. I watched from the table, not really interested in the slow gushy dance they did. I was more intrigued by the place setting- the three forks and two spoons indicated that I was in for a feast. Once the dance was over, my sister and her new husband came back to the table. Waiters came out, and we got to order drinks. I was pretty excited when I realized I could have unlimited pop, and the party seemed happy they could have unlimited booze. David ordered a vodka and sprite, I just had a coke. It seemed like Alex was just continually drunk, and now that Dawn was married, she was getting tipsy as well. When our drinks came, I quickly downed my Coke, feeling thirsty. David nudged me, and with a wink told me to slow down. Our waiter came over almost as soon as I had finished my drink, and placed a new one in front of me. "This is service!" I thought. A few minutes later, we were served our salad. I wish I could say the salad was great, but it was just a few funny looking plants with some sort of goopy dressing that smelled like feet. I ate a few bites to be polite, but I knew I couldn't finish it. I'm not a picky eater, but the salad was just weird. As the rest of the party ate, I scanned the room. My parents were sitting close by at a huge round table with Alex's parents. They were deep in conversation with each other, and it seemed like they were getting just as much booze as the head table was. The next course was a little better. It was an appetizer, that looked like fried cheese sticks. They were filled with some sort of seafood and cheese. I could eat all of it, but was getting worried that dinner was going to be a bust. "You can order a special meal, if you want." David said, leaning over. "Really? I don't want to look like a spoiled brat not eating what I get." I said. I looked over at David's plate, and he had hardly touched his meal. "Order a burger, see what happens!" David suggested. I polished off my second Coke of the night, and again a waiter swooped in with a new one. "Hey, wait!" I said, before he scooted off. "Can I get something different for dinner?" "What do you have in mind?" He asked. "A burger and some fries?" I asked hopefully. "I'll see what I can do." Grinning, he took my plate, and disappeared. David smirked, and pushed the fancy fish sticks around with his fork. "Why don't you try ordering something else?" I asked. "I'm not twelve and cute." He replied. I buried my reddening face in my hands in mock disgust. Once the appetizer was over, waiters came out again to clear the tables. My thirst quenched, I didn't need another Coke, but I was feeling the effects of the first Coke I downed. I squirmed a bit in my seat, thinking about getting up to use the bathroom. I remembered David's offer of a new diaper, and subconsciously reached down and felt the padding at my crotch. "I could pee a little bit, and see if anybody notices..."I thought. My pondering was interrupted by the main course. Plates full of food came out and were placed in front of the wedding party. Mounds of roast beef, mashed potatoes and roasted veggies filled the plates. I began to regret my decision to switch to a burger, when the waiter I had bugged earlier appeared with my special plate. To say the burger was large would be an understatement. It filled the plate. Huge cuts of juicy bacon draped the patty, and gooey melted cheese covered the bacon. Every fixing I could imagine accompanied the plate. Then a second plate emerged, piled with golden french fries. My eyes bugged out at the quantity of food, and it seemed like the entire head table stopped to look at my burger. Without thinking, Alex blurted out a slurred "I want that!" pointing at my plate. David snorted, and I happily dug in. I made one attempt to take a bite, but the burger was way too big, so I ended up using one of my forks and a knife to cut it up into edible sized pieces. By the end of the main course, I finished only half of the burger, and a quarter of the fries. David had taken to stealing my fries, and because he was on his third drink, wasn't being very stealthy. The pressure in my bladder had grown considerably during the main course, and I had decided to get up and use the bathroom. When I made to stand up, David tugged on my shorts and pulled me back down. "Dessert is on it's way, don't you like cheesecake?" David asked. "I have to pee." I said, the pressure growing. "Use your pull-up. Nobody will know, I promise." David said, confidently. "My mom will freak out, David. She doesn't actually think I'll pee in it." I whined. "Look at her. Does it look like she would care?" I looked over at mom. She had clearly had more than enough to drink, and was talking quite animatedly to my dad. "She gave me your diapers after the wedding. I think she's expecting you to just use them." I thought back to the episode earlier in the day in the bathroom stall. The thought finally occurred to me that maybe David was egging me on so he could get another chance to change my pants. Did he like me like I liked him? "If I pee in the diaper, will you change me again?" I asked in a low voice. "I'd love to." He said with a wink. By that point, it had become an emergency. Even if I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, I would probably have an accident anyway- so I sat there, and let go. Warm pee gushed out of my penis into the front of the diaper. I could feel the diaper absorbing and increasing in size over my crotch, and it felt strange. Pee trickled down my balls onto my bottom, and I could feel the seat of my diaper become warm and wet. Pee just kept coming, and I began to grow worried that the pull-up wouldn't hold it all. I tried to stop the flow, but just like before, it was impossible. Finally the stream slowed to a trickle, and the diaper felt heavy and warm. the last spurt was followed by a pee shiver. I was about to ask David to change me, when the waiters cleared the table once again, and gave us all cheese cake. David dived into his, indicating to me to hurry and eat. I really wasn't all that hungry anymore, and while the diaper felt strangely arousing, I didn't want to sit in my pee. I picked at my dessert while I waited for David to finish his. Once he was finished, he got up, and whispered to my sister. She nodded, and he came back to me and told me to follow him. I slowly got up, and felt my bottom for any wetness. Thankfully, the pull-up held, and I was dry. I followed David back to the elevator, and we silently rode back up to the penthouse. "We've got about twenty minutes before the speeches start. I can just get you a new diaper, or we can have some fun. Up to you." David said, opening the suite with his card. He didn't really give me much of a choice, as he started to fumble with my shorts right there in the entryway. He got my shorts all the way to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. He picked me up, and fireman carried me to the sofa, where he dumped me giggling onto the soft material. He went into one of the side bedrooms, and brought out a towel, some wipes, and a new diaper. After placing the towel under me, he ripped the sides of the diaper. He pulled it out from under me, spread my legs a little, and began wiping my butt. Getting a new wipe, he gently cleaned my penis, which was getting hard. Instead of using his fingers like last time, he placed the wipe over my penis, and began to rub with his palm. This reminded me of the way I humped my pillow at home, except wetter. Once I was erect, he did something very shocking, and took my penis in his mouth. He started sucking, which made me feel really good, but also really wrong. I asked him to stop. "This is getting too weird, David. Why are you sucking on my penis?" I nervously asked. "It's called a blow job, Ben. Don't you and your friends talk about stuff like that?" He said, looking worried. I realized at that moment I had heard my friends talk about it, but always imagined a girl blowing on my penis. I cocked my head to the right, furrowed my brow and asked "Why do they call it a blow job if it's just sucking?" David just laughed at my dumb expression. "It's just the term. I have no idea. Does it hurt?" he asked. "No, it feels good...but I don't think you should be sucking on my dick. I pee there." I said plainly. "I don't mind." replied David. "If it makes you feel good, why not keep doing it?" In fact, it made me feel really good. My fantasies of time spent with David did not include him sucking on my penis, but it would from now on! "Keep sucking." I said. Without another word, David started to suck me again. It was the strangest feeling. Warm, soft and very wet. I was a little scared of his teeth, but I didn't even feel them as he manipulated my small dick with his tongue. With his hands, David started touching me all over- using his right hand to feel my butt. I felt one finger run up and down my freshly wiped butt crack. It tickled, and I giggled every time his finger ran over my hole. He brought the same finger that touched my butt hole up to his sucking mouth, and to my surprise, stuck it into his mouth with my dick. As soon as he brought it out, it went back to my butt. This time, he started pushing at my hole. Trusting him now, I let him continue, as all I could think of was the amazing feeling I was having deep in my body. I began to squirm in his hands as his sucking became more forceful. His finger suddenly pushed past my ring of my butt muscle. My body tensed, and instinctively tried to push his finger out. This just made it easier for him to push in- and all of a sudden, even deeper than before, the most amazing feeling came over me. I began to hump his mouth as my body began to try to ejaculate. Pressing deep into me with his finger, David hit a really good feeling spot, and I experienced the best orgasm I have ever felt. My toes curled, My back arched, and my hips made one final thrust into Davids mouth as my dick pulsated with my dry come. He gently pulled his finger out of my butt, keeping his mouth on my softening penis. My dick became sensitive, so I pushed his head off and laid back panting. David had another strange look on his face, and just watched me as I tried to regain my composure. "That felt really good." I said. "I know. I've had it done to me. It's a little messier when you grow up. You don't have sperm yet." "Duh." I said. My hand went to my dick and started playing with it as he opened up the pull-up. He pulled my hand away and cleaned my penis with a new wipe before feeding my feet through the holes and sliding the diaper up as I looked on. I raised my hips, and reluctantly saw my penis disappear. "We can play later, no worries." David said, noting my expression. He checked his watch. "Go get your shorts on, we've been gone almost twenty minutes. I have a speech to give!" I hurriedly ran to the entryway, and pulled on my shorts. As I buttoned them up, David ran a comb through his hair, and straightened his tie. He pulled me over in front of the mirror, and tamed my hair that ruffled out of place during our fun. "I think we're good." David said, pushing me towards the door. "Really good." I said back. David just smiled. As we rode downstairs I had some silly thoughts. I had never thought anybody could enjoy putting their mouth anywhere near a penis. "He must actually love me if he wanted to suck my penis!" I thought, excitedly. I looked over at David, he blushed and looked down. Then I wondered about his finger in my butt, and if anybody put their mouths close to butts. An image of David in his white tuxedo with my white butt in his face popped into my head, and I giggled. "What?" David asked, still red. "Chicken butt." I replied, stone faced. I've never seen anybody laugh so hard. Once back into the reception, my mother was now in quite the festive mood. She had a large wine glass in her hand, and it was in danger of spilling the red wine inside with every word she spoke. My dad just watched in amusement. We made it back just in time. As David and I sat down, the maid of honour got up to announce the speeches. It seemed like everybody got their chance to speak, and I was finding it very boring. David was now on his fifth or sixth drink, and it was starting to show. He kept flirting with one of the bridesmaids, which was starting to annoy me. I couldn't figure it out. Why was he flirting with that woman if he loved me? Was he gay? Why did he touch me and suck my dick if he was gay? Maybe he didn't like me? Maybe because he thought I was a little kid, I wasn't somebody he could actually love. When the speeches ended, I got up to use the bathroom. This time, he didn't try and stop me. I felt strangely sad. When I got back, everybody was on the dance floor, including David, and that bridesmaid. Stupid Y.M.C.A. In the corner, there was a candy station, so I went to check it out. Every candy imaginable was there, and as I put what I wanted in a paper bag, my mind replayed what happened with David upstairs. I've never had anything go into my butt before, only out of it. My limited experience was obvious now, as I didn't even know you could suck a penis. I started to get hard, and when I thought nobody was looking, grabbed my penis through the padding of my shorts and diaper and thought of the first time I masturbated. I played with my dick all the time when I was younger. It was just there, and anytime I peed or cleaned myself, it always felt good to give it a squeeze. Recently though, my squeezing had turned good feelings into amazing feelings. One particular night I was laying on my tummy, and moved my leg. My penis went with the cloth of my pyjamas, and a bolt of pleasure went through my body. I lay still, wondering what happened. After a pause, I tried it again. Same result! a very good feeling that time. My body seemed to know what to do, because the next thing I knew, I was moving my hips up and down on my bed. I threw my pillow down there to simulate a body(Is this what sex is?) and humped that. It felt great! I tried speeding up. As my penis rubbed against the soft material of my pj's, the most amazing feeling started to build low in my guts. It kept getting better and better. Suddenly I felt a great urgency to pee, so I stopped. My mom was already upset that I wet my pants occasionally, how would she feel if I peed the bed? I lay there, still as possible, not wanting to move- in case I really did pee. I drifted off to sleep. For a month afterwards, every night I did the same thing. Humping my mattress and then humping the pillow, always stopping before I peed. For the longest time, I thought that men got women pregnant by peeing into them. Thankfully sex education came around at school. I learned all about the birds and the bees, and that no, sex was not peeing into a woman. This revelation of course made a huge difference. My nightly adventures now ended in climax, and I was always sure to have a tissue handy in bed, ready to catch my first sperm, just in case. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to be greeted by a fully drunk David, and the bridesmaid he had been messing with. His eyes were all googly, and he smelled like booze and perfume. One hand held a half empty drink, and the other held a boob. "Hey buddy! need a new pull-up?" he slurred. The drunk bridesmaid covered her face and giggled. I felt betrayed. I felt like a stupid little kid that got in way over his head. Because I was too upset to say anything, I just handed him my bag of candy, and stormed towards the elevator for bed. I didn't look back to see what David did, but he didn't follow me. Once back in the suite, I found the bedroom my parents were going to be sleeping in, found my overnight bag, and went and claimed one of the other bedrooms as mine- complete with a sign on the door that read: BEN'S ROOM. NO DRUNKS ALLOWED. I started taking off my clothes, but when I started pulling the diaper down, I hesitated. I felt ashamed and dirty about what happened that day, so I left it on not wanting to look at my penis. I fished my pyjamas out of my bag, put them on and crawled into the oversized bed. I automatically rolled over on my tummy to start humping, but it suddenly felt wrong. I couldn't get David out of my mind, which was quite stupid. I convinced myself he loved me, when in reality he was just a pervert who wanted to fondle me, nothing else. I felt so ashamed. I started crying, feeling sorry for myself for letting myself get carried away. My eyes burned and felt heavy, and I eventually cried myself to sleep. ... "Hey Ben. Wake up." Through my grogginess, I felt somebody gently shake my shoulder. Not aware of my surroundings, I tried to open my eyes, but was too tired. "Five more minutes. That's all I want." I murmured. "Hey, wake up!" the shake got more intense. I slowly opened my eyes, and tried to look at the clock, it read 3:34 AM. I blinked a few times, rolled over and looked towards the direction of the voice. It was David, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Can't you read?" I said grumpily, rolling back onto my stomach. The events of the previous night came flooding back. "Well yeah, but I'm not drunk, so I thought I could enter." David replied. I moved my head to look at him. David definitely looked sober, compared to his googly eyed appearance at the reception. He was dressed in his own pyjamas. He no longer smelled like booze, and had apparently taken a shower. He smelled like David again. I didn't know if I was mad, or sad, but I felt empty. I didn't say anything. "Um, so I'm sorry about last night. I guess I had too much to drink." David said, looking away. "You think?" I replied, waking a little more fully. "I have a bit of a problem, and I've never really told anybody before. But I guess I have to tell you now." He said, looking me in the eyes. "When Alex met your sister, I was really happy for him. I mean ecstatic. Your sister is really nice, and he can be a bit of an idiot, so I thought it was perfect." "Why the hell is he talking about Alex and my sister?" I thought. I rolled over onto my back. He went on. "Watching them fall in love was great, but it made me come to a few conclusions about my own life." David's gaze fell to the floor. "I knew I could never have the same happiness..." He paused, and then looked at me. "because I love you." I felt my face blush as I realized his problem. "Yesterday I got to fulfill one of my own fantasies, just touching you. I got carried away, and then because of the guilt I felt, decided to push my feelings away. I'm sorry for hurting you." He said, his eyes tearing. David looked away again, and put his hands over his face. "You...you love me?" I asked. "I've always thought you were cute, Ben. But you were eleven, turning twelve, how could that ever work?" he said. "That kind of love doesn't exist. I didn't want to take advantage." I was awake now. The revelation that David shared with me was driving me mad. All of the feelings I had ever had for him came bubbling back to the surface. I sat up in bed, and put my arms around him. I inhaled deeply. "Did you know I was gay?" I asked him. "I suspected. At first I thought your friendliness towards me was like that of a big brother, but I figured it out after a while." He got up off the bed, and stood over me. I stood up in the bed and gave him another hug. He hesitantly put his arms around me. "You're not angry with me?" he asked. "I was just really confused." I said. He pulled away, and looked me in the eyes. Without another word, we brought our lips together in a kiss. It didn't last long, but it felt right. We broke apart again, and I laid back down in the bed. He joined me under the covers, and pulled me close to his body. I drifted away to the smell of green apple. ... Thanks for reading. Feedback is always welcome. I had fun writing about Ben, and would love to explore him a little more. If you are not a diaper lover, I'd love your feedback especially. How much could I get away with? More to come?