Chapter 7

At around eleven, I decided that I better ask Ethan if he wants to get changed, so that he is not in a diaper for when his dad picks him up.

“No, I think I really am gonna haveta stay wearing diapers from now on. I know he already knows, now I just haveta man up and take what I want.”

“That's a good baby. I'm proud of you.” I said while mussing up his hair lovingly.

Just a little over an hour later, the gate buzzer on the phone rang, so I answered it and told Ethan's dad to just come to the shop, since that is where we are. When he walked in, he could clearly see that Ethan is blushing, and when he looked down to his mid section, he grinned and nodded.

“Good, you did finally go after what you wanted, I hoped you would.”

“Thanks. How long have you known?”

“I started to suspect you were gay all the way back as young as four, and it was by the time you were five that I was pretty sure that you were a diaper lover in the making, and I was pretty sure of both by the time you were eight.”

“Thanks for giving me the time I needed to find myself, as well as the turning of the blind eye for using a lot more diapers than I was certainly supposed to.”

“You're welcome. I hoped that you'd have the courage when you were eight to tell me, but you've always been so shy and scared, so I gave you the love and protection you needed.”

“Yeah, thanks. So, can I wear diapers all day please?”

“Of course, and given I knew who and what your boyfriend was, I suspected that you might finally find the courage, so I went and got you lots and lots of thick baby diapers, diaper doublers, diaper shirts, and even a soother, since I know how much you like to suck things.” He said, the last part grinning to Ash.

“Nope, no sucking.”

“Good, I'm glad.” He laughed, Ethan blushed massively.

“Thanks.” Ethan did manage to stutter out though.

“You're welcome Baby, anything you want or need, within reason of course, you ask me, and I'll ensure you have it.”

“Well, there is sorta one thing I'd kinda like to have please.” He said, and now he is blushing even more.

“What toy, or all of them?”

“Well, all, but, well, a cock cage catheter most of all.”

“Ah, I wondered if you'd enjoy that as much as I enjoy mine.” He grinned, and then, I admit, we all looked down, and I will be absolutely damned, but there is just the hint of a diaper bulge there. Shocked I never noticed that before.

“Holy shit, you're a diaper lover too?” Ethan squealed.

“Yep, and roughly seventy five percent gay too. That's the biggest reason your mother left us, I just couldn't be the man she needed, but, mind you, she also needed lotsa men, well, I wouldn't complain about that either mind you.”

“Wow, why'd you never tell me then?”

“I was gonna tell you when you finally got the courage to tell me. I wanted you to gain the strength first. Granted, I damn near hadta tell you a few years ago when a guy I was dating and I got kinda serious and we thought of moving in together, but it fell apart.”

“Oh. I think I understand.”

“I'm sure you do.”

“So, any chance I can come spend next weekend as well?” Ethan asked.

“Sure.” We all said at the same time.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, and by the way Xander, I'm not naive about what you and Mica share, I was the loved boy once, and I've enjoyed a few youngsters in my day, yes, it's stupidly illegal, but here's a secret, as long as no one complains, no looks either.”

“Oh, um, thanks.”

“You're welcome. You two do haveta be careful in public though, you do tend to look at each other with a lot more love than fathers and sons are supposed to.”

“Can't help it.” Both Mica and I said together.

“Yeah, know how you feel, my man lover and I were the same.”

“When did you two get together, and when did you part? If you don't mind my asking of course.” I asked curiously.

“I was seven, he was my moms best friend, my godfather, and I was spending a week with him because my mom was out of town. The first day there, he told me that he knows I'm a bed wetter, and that he has something for me to wear to prevent wet beds, and I started to cry, I already knew what it was, I knew I needed diapers, but I was so scared. He picked me up, cradled me so tenderly, told me that it'd be alright, that I didn't haveta be scared, that diapers weren't the end of the world, and that I might even like them. He told me, that even though it's just past lunch, that he does wanna take me and diaper me up in the diapers he bought me, to make sure that they fit me and held well, so he wanted me to peepee my diapers as much as I could, and he asked me if I'd be brave enough to do that for him. I sniffled and said yes.

“He took me to his bedroom, stripped me naked, and slipped an ultra thick diaper under my bum, and then proceeded to lotion and cream me really well. As all boys do, I'd already played with myself plenty, but, I'd never made myself cum, he made me have my very first cum, but followed it up with three more, back to back, it was amazing. He also worked two fingers deep inside me, and though it was a little uncomfortable, it also felt utterly amazing. When he finally taped me up, he asked me how I enjoyed my first baby bum change, and I said, without thinking, that it was great. He said, good, any time you need a great, super soggy baby bum change, you come see me and tell me that you need a really good soggy baby bum change. I said, but I'm not a baby. He said, I know, but you can be my baby from now on, I don't mind, and I think you look incredibly beautiful like this. He was the first person to ever say anything nice about me, my own mother wasn't gonna win any mother of the year prizes, I was just a mouth to feed.

“So, that entire afternoon, he made sure to feed me lots and lots to drink, and the first time he noticed that I hadta go pee, but wasn't doing so, he came and hugged me, pressed his hand to the front of my diaper and whispered into my ear to peepee my thick thirsty tape on baby diaper, to truly enjoy it like he knows I will, and eventually I did, and I did enjoy it, a lot, I think you know why.

“Just after dinner time, I was super soggy, and he asked me if I was, and I said yes, and he asked me if I'd enjoyed it, and I admitted that it was nice, he asked me if I needed a really good super soggy baby bum change, and I said yes, but he made me ask for it, and so I did, and he did, and made me cum another four times, got three fingers in me that time, and that hurt at first, but felt so much better after only a few minutes. Then he taped me up into a fresh diaper, and said I was now good and ready for bed.

He put me to bed a couple hours later, and I had my first and best real sleep to date. When he woke me up the next morning, he asked how I'd liked wearing a super thick baby diaper to bed, and I happily said it was so nice. He asked me if I needed a super soggy baby bum change, and I said, yes, I need a really good super soggy baby bum change, and so he did. This time he made me cum five times, with three fingers inside me again, I passed out for several minutes, and when I came to, he had me fully diapered, and I was already wet.

“I asked why he diapered me, and he said because I'd asked for a super soggy baby bum change, which means I wanted a fresh diaper, and it was a good thing, because I'd already peepeed it, and I noticed that I was wet, and I cried. He cuddled up to me and whispered to me that it wasn't bad, that I wasn't bad, and that he thinks I'm the most beautiful baby boy on the planet. He then said that if he had his way, he'd keep me in my thick thirsty tape on baby diapers all day every day from then on. I asked why.

“He rolled over, opened his robe,and exposed his super soggy baby diaper, and told me that he's a diaper lover, just like he thinks I truly am deep down as well, and that he's as gay as he thinks I am as well, that he has felt it for years already. Of course I was pretty naive about all that, and he had to explain it all to me, and I realized that everything he said a gay boy is, is exactly what I had been dreaming of doing. Within half an hour, I lost my virginity, right through our soggy baby diapers, and that was the first time I was pissed in, and it was heaven. To this day, I never cum quite so hard as I do when I am being piss fucked.

“We were together until I was fifteen, my mom was only too happy to always have a place to dump me, and truth be told, I asked her when I was nine why I couldn't just live there, considering just how little she wanted me, and she told me that she honestly wondered the same thing some times. I spent even more time there after that, and we made gay baby diaper love to each other as much as we possibly could. We were both fully versatile, and he loved being fucked every bit as much as I did. He too was a police officer, and the day I got the call, saying that he was killed, I nearly died. I remember I crashed to the floor, and cried and cried and cried. Even my mom felt sorry for me. She hadta know what sorta relationship we shared, but she turned a blind eye to it.

“I was named his sole heir, I inherited everything, and I still live in his house. It took a long time for me to come to terms with that, and even longer before I was ready to have another boyfriend, but it never felt right. I had several flings, but none of them felt right. None of them loved diapers, I searched everywhere for diaper lovers, but they're hard to find at the best of times. Then, in my early twenties, I did meet another diaper lover, only not who I was actually searching for. A female, she also claimed to be gay, but that she was wondering what the other side of the coin was like as well, and I admitted the same. We found that we had great chemistry, we loved diaper sex together a great deal, and we genuinely loved each other.

“We had a baby together, and as time went on, I started wanting straight sex less and less, and she started wanting men with bigger cocks, and lots of them. She admitted that maybe, just maybe, she hadn't been as gay as she thought she was, whereas I admitted that maybe I was far more than I had thought, she left, and sadly, she's never called. Then again, after Ethan was born, she suffered horrific post partem depression, and for well over a year, she couldn't even look at him, and she burst into tears any time he was in the room. Clearly I hadta take the time off work to care for him, and then, shortly after he turned two, she admitted that she just couldn't be a mother, it wasn't what she was meant to be, took off with a guy, and that was the last I've seen or heard of her since. I tried getting her to pay support, and the courts tried as well, but she refused, said she's not a mother, that she's never had a child. That hurt, but didn't surprise me. I decided then that Ethan did not have a mother, and that was the end of that, he wasn't even four.

“So, ever since, I've been looking for another gay diaper lover to share my desires with, but still, they're so hard to find. And yes, I've been on all the dating sites, and I have had a few hookups here and there, but even though they were diapered, and a couple even diaper lovers, none of them ever felt right, there was no connection. Granted, one guy was so feminine that that almost turned me off, and he wanted to be treated like a baby girl. I guess I'm too picky, but I really want another gay diaper lover that's more like me.”

“Wow, that's some tale.” I said.

“Why'd you never tell me any of this?” Ethan asked.

“You needed to understand who and what you were first before I could tell you our story, otherwise you never would've grown up. I was gonna tell you soon though, since you're getting too old, and the older you get, the more chances there are you'd commit suicide from feeling so alone and such a freak. Trust me, I know, I've been to far too many of those houses after that happens. I'm the lead investigator, and I always find out why someone commits suicide. It's so sad, but I do understand as well. I was there, you have no idea how hard it was to stay alive after my man was killed.

“Oh. I never woulda done that to you, but had you died, I doubt I coulda made it.”

“I didn't think I would either.”

“Thanks for telling me, and thanks for letting me take the time I needed, but most of all, thanks for loving me, even when I didn't think I deserved love.” Ethan said, tears coming down, and went and hugged his daddy, cradling his soggy diapered bum as he did so, and his dad did the same to him.

We let them hug for several minutes. Finally they let go.

“So, um, silly question, but what exactly is your name, anyway, we only know you as Officer Black?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, guess we never really have introduced ourselves, have we. I'm Evan.”

“Good to meet you Evan.”

“Thanks. It's nice to be out to others who are the same as well. Clearly no one really knows about me. They know I wear diapers, but all are told that it's a medical condition, which clearly is a lie, but that's okay, and honestly, nowadays, I doubt I could go without them.”

“We wouldn't wanna either.” I said, and all three boys nodded their agreement.

“No, and why should we. Well Ethan, we should head home.”

“Okay.” He said to his dad, and then turned to Ash, and with all of us watching, he kissed his boyfriend deeply.

“Mmmm.” They both sighed deeply as they released.

“I didn't honestly think you'd have the courage to do that in front of me yet.” Evan laughed.

“Yeah, well, I've learned a lot this weekend, and when we get home, you'd better believe that we're stripping down to just our soggy baby diapers and going around in just them from now on.”

“Good, I've missed getting to do that.”

“You shoulda done it anyway.”

“You know why I couldn't, I couldn't push you into what I wanted, and if I had've just worn my diapers, you would've worn them as well, without learning why you love them so much.”

“Yeah, I think I understand.”

“Well guys, thanks so much for getting my baby to finally open up to being who and what I've known for years.”

“You're welcome.” We all said, though Ash was loudest and most exuberant about it.

As soon as Evan and Ethan were gone, we continued playing and having fun in the shop, and worked until dinner time. We made and ate a good dinner, then sat back and watched a good movie. At least a full hour before bed, Mica said that he was definitely ready for bed. I grinned, Ash laughed, but we headed to bed.

“Baby, I've had sex many times, you've never been made love to, and as much as I wanna feel you deep inside me, I think you're the one who deserves to be made love to first, so go lay on the bed Baby, and I'm gonna try and make this the most amazing thing you've ever experienced in your entire life.”

“Thanks Baby, but considering some of the things you've already made me feel, I doubt you can make it better.”

“I bet I can.” He grinned to me, and boy was he right.

He started by kissing everywhere he knew that made me so horny, only occasionally coming up to kiss my lips, and when he did so, it was always so sensuous it very nearly made me cum all on its own. For damn near twenty minutes, this is all that he did to and for me. However, not once during this entire time, did Mica even go near my diaper, the closest was when he tongue tickled my belly button and what feels like giving me hickies to the insides of my thighs.

Finally he did work his way to my soggy diaper, and from the feel of my erection, it must be very nearly poking straight out the front of it by now, but I have my eyes so tightly closed to try and rein in the feelings that Mica is causing to course through my body, that I cannot see anything. Granted, the way I also feel, I might not be able to see anything anyway.

The first ting he did once finally reaching my diaper, was to nuzzle me with his nose through the sodden material, and I fucking near came. Then Mica did possibly one of the most mean things that he has ever done to me. He stopped. The sounds I made as I felt him pull away and not start was one of the more animalistic sounds I have ever heard. Without even thinking it, my hand must have attempted to go get what I need, because I felt a sharp slap to it, and I gasped.

What felt like ten hours later, Mica finally started nuzzling me again, but after only a couple minutes, he pulled down the front of my diaper, and inhaled me whole. I gasped, panted, grasped the sheets under me, and I know that I am barely touching the bed at all, and then I exploded. In the deepest parts of my brain still functioning at the moment, I swear I heard Mica gulp at least ten times. In all fairness though, I had been holding my pee for at least the entire hour before bedtime had been called, and I cannot guarantee that half the gulping sounds I heard was not from my bladder exploding as well.

By the time I came down from cum number one, Mica already has me working well toward cum number two. Only now, and I have no idea when he did so, he has what feels to be three fingers inside me. I can feel that he has gone right through my diaper, and he is fingering me good, very good indeed. He is doing things to me that I have never experienced before, and here I had thought that Mica had taught me everything. Clearly he had not.

I doubt that I lasted any more than just a couple minutes before cumming again, and, this time, I think I blacked out for at least a minute or two as the massive orgasm slammed into me. When I came down again, it feels like Mica has another finger inside me, and it also feels as if I might be incredibly close to yet another orgasm.

Just before I could cum again, Mica stopped, he pulled all out and off, and I damn near grabbed him and forced him right back to where he was. I heard him giggle, so I am certain he knows and understands what I was thinking and feeling.

I did open my eyes to glare at him, but, as soon as I did, I see that he is on his knees, preparing his soggy baby diaper for what I have needed nearly my entire life. He grunted painfully as he managed to pull his hot hard young baby bone from his soggy diaper, and he is even more purple and hard than I have ever seen him before.

We locked eyes as he aimed toward his target, he slipped inside my soggy diaper first, and then pressed his dick to my entrance, whispered I love you to me, though I am not entirely sure he actually said anything, but I sure felt it, and slipped as deep inside me as he was able to.

Mica is not exactly large yet, we had both been afraid that he would not be able to offer me enough through our soggy baby diapers that I would even be able to feel it, or that it would feel good. Well, those worries were clearly baseless. Not only is he filling me, but it feels incredibly amazing. No, what is at least a billion times better than that. Yeah, I cannot say either, but that is closer to how Mica feels inside me.

I saw Mica forcefully attempt to hold in his baby boygasm, fighting the same fight I have been having for the past several minutes, and then I saw him lose the fight, and I heard him explode.

It is not much, but I do feel Mica fill me with just the tiniest amount of his hot preteen baby cum. I would say he gave me two to three small jets, yet it felt that he pulsed at least a dozen times inside me. It was so hot it damn near made me cum again, and I have already cum so much.

Then he started peeing inside me, and feelings I never knew existed, never knew were even allowed, filled me up even more than his pee did. It was so incredible, that I now know and understand why it always sounded as if Mica craved this. I will too from now on, I promise you that.

He had drifted away just a little during his massive orgasm, but, as soon as he came down a bit, Mica started thrusting as deep inside me as he was able to. He has not got a lot of length yet, but every last millimeter he has, he is pleasuring me with. He is pulling all the way out, until just the tip of his dick is pressed to my entrance, and then he pushes in as slowly as he can, until our soggy diapers are pressed together as intimately as we are.

I have no clue how Mica managed to maintain such a slow and steady pace, how he managed to make such slow and tender love to me, but he did, and it was perfect in every sense of the word. I doubt that there are any who could have done better, and certainly none that I would love half as much as I love my baby.

Shockingly enough, we lasted damn near ten minutes for this orgasm, and I am not entirely certain as to which one of us went off first, but I think it was me. Even though this is my fourth massive orgasm, and I should be passing out by now, I am not, though how I have no clue. I am also still impossibly hard inside my soggy diaper, once more, how, I have no idea.

Mica did not stop, not even a little, I am not entirely certain he was even with it for a full minute after I came down, yet he still managed to continue his slow and amazingly loving pace, making sweet and tender love to me. We are holding each others gaze still, and though I can see that Mica is getting incredibly worn, it still looks as if he is capable of going for quite some time yet.

I had no idea that he would be able to last as long as he did though. Easily twenty minutes this time, he was definitely the first to go off this time, because though I was close, I knew that I was not quite ready to cum yet, but the second he did, it set me off totally. It burned like hell though as I fired dry, and even though it felt like my body attempted to fire off at least twenty shots, there was none to be had, my balls are totally empty. I have to wonder how Mica's hot little baby balls feel right now after starting to shoot so recently. I am certain that he has pumped me as full of his baby cum as he possibly could, but was dry for at least seventy five percent of it. I imagine that if it hurts like this for me, that it must be worse for him.

Finally I feel that we are both losing hardness, and though Mica is still trying to make love to me as slowly as he was, he has lost too much rigidity, and is almost not even moving in me now, until, finally, almost a minute after our last cum, I expelled him, and he did not have enough hardness to slip back in. He lowered himself onto me, very nearly melting right into me, and held me, hugged me, and so I wrapped him up in my arms even more than I had already had him, and held him as tenderly. For nearly five minutes we held each other like this, saying and doing nothing more.

Mica slowly released his hold on me, crawled up my body, and pressed his lips to mine once more, and kissed me far more softly than even we have ever experienced. It was the single most amazing kiss we have experienced yet. For easily five minutes we kissed, until Mica broke it.

“I love you so much Baby, that was amazing, far more so than I've ever felt before.” He whispered to me.

“I love you too Baby, and you were right, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced in my life.”

“Good, I'm glad, but it was definitely the most amazing thing I've ever experienced as well. Now, we desperately need baby bum changes, and then sleep, 'cause I'm definitely gonna pass out soon.”

“Good, and same here.”

“Doubled?”

“Definitely.”

“Good.”

We managed to stumble our way off the bed, gathered up our diaper change supplies, fixed the sheets on the bed, and then changed each other in fresh doubled diapers. As soon as we were both good and diapered, we crawled back into bed, curled into each other, kissed goodnight, and then passed out.

I have no idea what time it was when we actually went to bed last night, but it was definitely later than we normally go, that is for sure. I also have no idea what time it is now, but from the sunlight streaming in, and from how bright it is, I am going to go out on a limb and say that it is surprisingly late already. I can feel that Mica is already awake, because he is tenderly tickling my back again, and so I pull him even tighter to me, holding my baby as softly as I can, and tickle his back every bit as tenderly as well, and all he does is sigh from deep within.

For easily ten minutes this is all we did, we said nothing, there is simply nothing that we could say that would make this any better, and sometimes the words you do not say are far more powerful than the words you do, and with the feelings that I am feeling right now, we are saying so much to each other already. I decided that it was time to get up only when I heard Mica's stomach rumble something fierce.

“Come on Baby, we needta get up and go get breakfast.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm starving, I woke up almost ten minutes before you did, and my stomach was already grumbling at me, but it's getting worse. It was more important to hold and caress my baby though.”

“Mmmhmm, ditto.” I sighed.

“Thanks.” He giggled.

“Come on Baby, up and at 'em.”

I slipped out of bed first, extended my hand so that Mica could grab hold, and when he did, I pulled him out of bed, but you had better believe that I did not let go even just a little as we walked to the kitchen. Ash is already there, and I can smell that something is cooking, though, from the bowl in front of Ash that looks empty already, I would have to guess that he has already eaten, so the pot on the stove is just keeping warm for us.

“Good morning you two, you sure slept in, it's well after eight already, and you guys rarely sleep past six.”

“Holy shit, really?” Mica said, and then looked at the clock, though I did too, and he is right.

“Yeah, I had breakfast ready damn near an hour ago, so I've eaten, but it's still good and hot, so go ahead and dish up, there's also lotsa tea for you left, so grab some of that as well.”

“Thanks Baby, that's very much appreciated right now.” I said.

“You're welcome.”

Mica and I did not wait for a written invitation and went and dished up and poured a good sized thermal mug of tea to enjoy. We joined Ash at the table and ate our fill as he was just reading something on his computer. Mica and I ended up both going and getting seconds of the oatmeal that had been our breakfast, and we finished off the last of it, though I let Mica have more than me, because I did not need that much more.

After breakfast, we went and had a good swim, relaxed, worked out, relaxed more, played some, and then relaxed some more. We spent damn near two hours in the pool house by the time we exited and went and got diapered and dressed for the day. I double diapered the boys, and then Mica double diapered me. As soon as we were dressed, we headed out to the shop to continue our playing from the day before.

We had a really good day, but I know that Mica and I are both very much looking forward to tonight, when it will be my turn to finally make love to my baby. We changed our super soggy baby diapers just before dinner, and we had had a lot to drink with dinner, and by the time it was getting close to bed time, we are all getting good and soggy, though I know that Mica and I are both holding our pee now as best we can, so that we have some to give to each other.

When Mica said it was time for bed, I happily hopped up and pulled him all the way to our bedroom, and I can hear Ash in the background giggling. When we made it to our bedroom, I picked Mica up, laid him on the bed, and then crawled in after him, and then repaid the favor of last night almost exactly to the second.

It was an amazing night, to be sure. I kissed Mica all over his sensuous little body, then I made tongue and finger love to him, and then when I finally slipped deep inside my baby, I knew bliss. Damn near as much as I felt the night before when Mica first entered me. I had made Mica cum three times as well before even slipping into him, and he fed me one good sized load of cum, and an amazing load of pee, then only one more half load of cum before he was dry once more. Fuck he tastes heavenly.

I have no idea how I managed to do so, I was burning up long before I was finished, but I made incredibly slow and tender love to my baby as well, pushing in as far as I was able to, and then pulling all the way out until I was just barely kissing his baby bum lips. When finally we were both going limp, I think we were both incredibly well satisfied, I know I sure was.

Once more, once we were done, we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before even saying anything, told each other just how much we love each other, changed each others ruined diapers, once more going double thick, and then we passed out.

We slept in again this morning, and Ash has breakfast ready for us once more as we walk into the kitchen. We grabbed a good sized bowl full of the oatmeal and a large mug of tea once again, and then sat down and ate our fill. After breakfast, we once more went for a good morning swim, relaxed some, and then went and got diapered and dressed, though today we are in only a single thickness daytime diaper, because we really should go out.

“So, what do we haveta do today?” Ash asked once we were dressed.

“We should probably go grocery shopping, and I know of at least a few baby boys who very much wanna get thick thirsty baby diapers, since we're starting to get low.”

“Okay.”

“Didn't think you'd complain about baby diaper shopping.”

“Nope. I understand what you mean about not buying diapers online, because it doesn't support our local economy, but there are diapers that I'd really liketa get that we can't get here. Can we order some of them as well?” Ash asked.

“Been doing a little research have you?” I asked, because he once asked me why we did not just buy our diapers online.

“Yeah, and I found a place online where we can buy super babyish fetish diapers, and they're mega thick diapers as well, ones that claim will hold four and a half litres, which is roughly four times the capacity of our thickest diapers. That same site also has amazingly thick diaper doublers that they claim can hold almost another litre as well, but they say why not add two, no one will stop you. I think it sounds so hot.”

“You're right, it does sound hot, so bring up the site right away and we'll place an order before we leave.”

“You mean it, wicked.”

“Sure. For something like that we'd haveta buy it online, you're right, no one would carry that in stock, so I don't mind that.”

As Ash got his computer locked and loaded with the information, I pulled out my bank card so that I could pay for everything. We all looked through the options, and we chose the ones we liked, I got one case for myself, and then one case of two different styles for the boys, as well as four cases of the doublers. Then I happened to notice that they have cute baby diaper shirts, and decided to grab two each. Holy shit, I am about to spend over a thousand dollars, and you know what, I happily enter my banking information and shipping info. The fast shipping methods inside Canada are stupidly high, so I just paid for regular, which likely means it will take two weeks or so to arrive, but that is perfectly okay, we still have some damn good diapers too.

Ash tried to apologize for suggesting such expensive diapers, but, like I told him, they are going to be amazing, and I had bought their largest cases available. So, while it is expensive, the doublers work out to less than a buck a piece, and the diapers work out to a little over two dollars, which is only ever so slightly more expensive than the good and thick diapers we already buy, and almost a dollar more than the thinner ones, so, while we spent a lot, we are also ordering more than two hundred diapers in total, as well as almost four hundred doublers. Not to mention the six diaper shirts I am buying, which should be insanely cute, but are the same price as the ones we already have, but are plain and do not say who we really are, though yes, I do technically already have one babyish one, most of them are plain, like the boys'. No, I have absolutely no problems with spending this.

We headed out pretty much right away, we hit the medical store first, and we did load up on even more thick thirsty tape on baby diapers, mostly our thickest ones, since those are the ones we use the most of, because we only use our thinner daytime diapers a couple times a week. I did also grab another few packs of their doublers as well, since we are getting low anyway, and I know they will get used. We made a few other stops to get other various supplies, mostly for the shop, and then we got to the grocery store and loaded up on our groceries for the next several days.

When we made it back home, all three of us are in need of soggy baby bum changes, so, as soon as we have everything in and put away, I take the baby boys to the bedroom to do just that, only, I did not bother to remove their almost saturated diapers, I just poked a whole bunch more holes in them, then put onto them one of their thickest diapers, with a doubler inside it. Mica then happily did the same thing for me, and now we are all good to go.

The next several days went by, and before we know it, it is the weekend again, and Ethan is spending it with us once again. He and Ash are both so much happier, and from the bright smiles on their faces each morning, I know they are keeping well drained. Ethan had told us how nice it has been at home lately with both he and his dad being so free around each other now, and we are happy for him.

That following Tuesday, my shop general manager called and asked me to come to the shop to go over a bunch of things, so I asked him if tomorrow was good, and he said sure, so I told the boys that we are going to go to Vancouver tomorrow, and Ash asked if he could invite Ethan as well, and I saw no reason why not, so he called right away, and he was happy with that, and Evan said he had no problems with it either. We picked Ethan up at home at just shortly after six the next morning, I am hoping to make a good early sailing, and we will definitely hit the ferry's breakfast buffet which is amazing. We managed to time it just right, and only had to wait ten minutes for the next sailing, and we were only about half way back, so that is perfect, hopefully we will be able to get a table in the restaurant still.

We were lucky once more, and got one of the last tables in the restaurant, and enjoyed the breakfast and the trip to Vancouver. Ash says that this is his very first ferry ride, and Ethan says that he has only done so once, and that was back when he was about eight, and they both enjoyed it as much as Mica and I do. Granted, we enjoyed the breakfast even more.

As soon as we left the ferry, we headed to the shop, I figured that they may as well find out now that I adopted a son, and have another living with me, which is why I had to back off from the business some. As soon as I walked in with the three boys, everyone stopped and gathered round. I told everyone that I would introduce everyone together, and to come on upstairs. Within just a few minutes, I had everyone there, and introduced them to the boys, explaining to them that adopting Mica had been the reason for me having to back away some, and that it has been amazing, they are all happy for us. We all chatted some, caught up some, and then my general manager told them that they all still have lots to do, so go ahead and get back to work. They all left us, leaving only me and my two managers.

“So, what's up?” I asked.

“First off, congratulations, really, you deserve it. Second, everything is going perfectly here. We just have some ideas for changes, us two and everyone have been talking things over, and with how busy we're getting, and how many sales we're nailing now, we feel that there are certainly things that we can do to increase productivity.” My production manager said.

“Yes, I've been very pleased with all the reports, and you guys have kept me busy in paperwork, but that's okay.” I said, because I probably do an hour or two every night, mostly on the computer of course.

“Good. First and foremost, we'd like permission to add another two full time production staff, as well we'd like to get at least one full time grunt laborer, but two might be better. Basically we want someone who can do all the cleaning behind us, we've always just cleaned up after ourselves, which, with what we hadta do before, was fine, but now with as much work as we have on the go, the guys simply don't have the time to do so all the time. While he or they aren't cleaning, we'd also like him or them to be pulling stock, sorting stock, yard maintenance, stuff like that.”

“I think that I could be agreeable to adding two more production staff, but let's start with one grunt for now and see how well that works out. If we find that he's pulling his weight and needs more help, then we'll look into adding another at a later date.”

“Good, that's what I was hoping you'd say. I'd also like permission to take a trip to a mill back east to source material. They called me and told me that they have shit loads of premium quality maple, walnut, and cherry, and that if I bought it all, that he'd sell it to me for cheap. Not a clue what the pricing will be like yet, but I'll email you with pics and specs once I have 'em.”

“That's part of your job, so go, try not to spend too much of course, but if you haveta spend a few hundred thousand to get half a million worth of material, then it might just be worth it. That's all covered in your business expenses, so we're all good.”

“I know, but I figured I'd ask you in person, since we wanted you to come out here anyway.”

“Anything else?”

“Oh yeah, lots more.” He grinned.

“Let's hear it then.”

“We think we need another salesman or two.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I was wondering when you guys were gonna bring it up. Our two are already getting calls nearly twenty four seven, so I think it's time to bump them up a bit too, which is why I agree fully to adding more production staff.”

The reports I have been getting have been nearly staggering, since upgrading like we did, we have more than quadrupled the amount of orders that I used to get, and every one of them at good profit, so it has been well worth it. Michael has also continued to look everything over, and he too is very happy with what he is seeing.

“Good, I didn't think you'd have a problem with that at all. The one I think you might balk at is the next one. I've got a line on a slightly used production CNC machine used for doing some highly specialized carving, it's almost fifty thousand, but it includes a top of the line computer and program with it. With it we'll be more able to do some of the custom inlays we're known for, at less than a quarter of the time it takes to do now, and would free someone up. We already model them all in the computer anyway, so sending it to a machine would be easier than doing it how we do now.”

“I'd thought of doing just that myself years ago, but the amount we were doing didn't warrant it, but, if you can get one for that cheap, and with as busy as we're getting, you're right, I think we can make it very much worth it. Go ahead.”

“Thanks. I'd also like to upgrade our panel sander and planer to wider ones. We've been maxing out on some of the panels we've been creating lately, and have hadta do several in two goes and join them up after, which is never ideal. The sander I wanna get will also do three grits one after the other, all at the same time.”

“Yeah, I know, that's always been the downside of the ones we have. Are you thinking of taking out the old and replacing them fully, or keeping the old ones and having them as well.”

“I was torn on that, on one hand, we can certainly use the extra machinery, and with another two guys, we can certainly make it worth it, but, on the other, we'll run outta space if we're not careful. We could fit all three new machines easily, but it will start to get tight.”

“I agree. I see no reason to have two planers, so get rid of that one, but keep the second sander, I think that'll be more useful. As for the CNC, how hard would it be to just keep it upstairs here. We have shit loads of unused space, and it would be nice to have it in a more controlled environment anyway. I'm sure running dust collection through the back wall and into the back storage area really wouldn't be too hard.”

“That's actually not a bad idea.”

“That's been in the back of my brain for years as well.”

“It's a big bastard though, I'll haveta see how small it can be dismantled first, before I make that decision.”

“I'll leave that up to you.”

“Thanks, I'll make it work one way or another.”

“I know you will. You've been doing excellent.”

“Thanks, but it's not just me. Jim's been keeping the guys going, getting them extra training, keeping our orders coming in, and everything like that.”

“Yes, I know. So, now you Jim, what are your demands, I mean requests?” I asked my general manager.

“You pretty much already got the one major one, and that was more sales staff, they're being seriously over worked right now, but they're stupidly happy with how much they're making because of it. Really, just another office person is about all I want that's really expensive, but I also wanna redo the lunch room. We now no longer have enough space to fit us all at one time, and with adding more people, it'll only get worse. Not to mention, have you seen the cabinets in there lately, definitely not showing our true qualities if you catch my drift.”

“Yes, I agree, we need another person in the office for sure, and I know what you mean about the lunch room, but it served its purposes just fine, and customers never saw it anyway, so it didn't matter that they were fugly as all get out cabinets. Go ahead and make it into a lunch room that we can all be proud of. I'll give you a budget of five thousand, not including cabinets of course, since we make those ourselves, but I think we need a new fridge, microwave, toaster oven, and a small dishwasher as well. You guys can make the table easily, but get nice comfortable chairs.”

“That sounds perfect.”

With the amount that we are selling, I know that I am going to need a few extra writeoffs anyway, so this is perfect.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, bathrooms, we kinda need more. Some days we get a pretty decent line going to only two bathrooms, and a few wet pants are bound to happen soon if we don't remedy it sooner, rather than later. We don't want people quitting because they can't bloody well go to the bathroom.” He laughed.

“No shit.”

“Exactly, that's what I'm talking about.” He grinned.

I admit, I had to laugh out loud at that one.

“I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be able to add a couple more upstairs here, make them larger, with stalls I suppose, I think it'd be an easy upgrade. Get me a quote for that, because you'll needta get a crew in to do that, no, get three quotes, and obviously they don't haveta worry about where to get cabinets.”

“I already have three quotes for you. I figured that'd be your thoughts. They're all right around the same price, forty thousand to do two large ones, and then we'll remove the old ones, which they're gonna do as well, since they're pretty worn anyway and won't be needed. There's one that's done lotsa jobs for us though, he's right in the middle, and if it were up to me, I'd chose him.”

“Well, it is up to you, so you get to pick. It's a bit higher than I would've liked, but not by much. Again, this has been in the back of my brain for years as needing to be done. It's desperately needed now though, so go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

“So, anything else?”

For almost an hour more, we all went over more ideas, thoughts on how to increase productivity, and while I did not say no to any of them, I did suggest other things to maybe tweak it even better, and we hammered out some good ideas. Even the boys gave some good thoughts on things.

Just before we left, I let everyone know that I was going to arrange to take everyone out to dinner tonight, and to clear their schedules. I have not done so in a long time, I like to do so at least a couple times a year, once at Christmas for sure, and then another just because. The guys and girls have all been doing amazingly, so I think they all deserve it. The sales guys were called, and they agreed. Now I just have to find a good restaurant nearby that can do this on such short notice.

When I found a restaurant that was only too happy to accommodate us, I called my general manager and told him to let everyone know where and when dinner is, and he said that he would get it done. Even though the boys and I are all in double thick diapers, with clothes to hide them, we are all in desperate need of soggy baby bum changes by the time we leave the shop. It is almost three in the afternoon by the time we make it to the apartment. I changed all three boys, then they changed me together. We have almost three hours to kill until dinner time, so we decided to go for a walk in the park, since it is a truly spectacular day.

We arrived to the restaurant a little early, so that we could make sure everything was ready, and then all the guys and gals started showing up shortly thereafter. As always, my people are allowed to order whatever they want, drinks included, but they are absolutely not allowed to drive if they have been drinking. As always, I asked who drove, so that I could ensure that none of them drank if they did so, and they all claimed to have taken public transportation. I do not drink, so I am good to drive.

We all had a really nice dinner, spent damn near three hours there, ate way too much fucking food to be healthy, and had a really good time. I congratulated everyone on all their hard work and thanked them as much. By the time I got my bill, we were up to well over a thousand dollars, but that is okay. None of them are drunk, but they are all good and happy, and that makes me happy. They deserve this. I cannot believe how much money I just spent today, I spent money like it was going out of style, but, it really is all needed, and I know that in the long run that it will end up making me even more money.

When we left, we headed to the apartment to go get some sleep, we are all getting tired. We changed our boyfriends this time, in our own bedrooms, because I know that Mica and I desperately needed the pressure relief that accompanied our soggy baby bum changes. I have no doubts that Ash and Ethan were the same.

We took the noon ferry back to the island, enjoyed the restaurant on the boat once again, at the same time we enjoyed the trip of course, and made it in good time. We dropped Ethan off at home first, and then headed home ourselves. I called Michael when we got there to tell him all about what we had done, since he had asked me to do so, because I had called him the night before leaving, telling him where I was going and why. He said that I had done exactly the right thing, that while expensive, what had been proposed was well within what a business like mine should be spending on upgrades, since we have expanded so much. He was also proud that I took all my guys to dinner as we had, but, I told him I liked to do so at least a couple times a year.

Ethan did come back and spend the weekend with us, and then the following as well, and we all enjoy having him over, though Ash says he enjoys it far more so. Gee, I wonder why. It had been a couple really good weeks since getting back, we all had a lot of fun, sometimes we just kicked back and relaxed all day, sometimes we played in the shop, sometimes we went out and had fun. On any day that we went out, we invited Ethan along, and Evan too if he was not working, and one or both would always join us. It was really quite nice.

Adrian Senior has a court appearance this coming week, and Ash has been in to see his dad a couple times to help him out. We have bought him nice clothes and Ash has taken them to him. Adrian's lawyer says that he sees zero reason why Adrian should have to spend another day in jail after the hearing, but that of course he can promise nothing. Truth be told, none of us are really all that worried, only an idiot would continue to keep Adrian in jail for what he did, even the court psychiatrist is on his side. Ash is getting understandably more and more nervous the closer the day comes, and has asked Ethan to be there with us in the court room, for the extra moral support. Ash knows that he will be called up to give his testimony, which I am absolutely positive will ensure his dad spends no more time in jail.

Of course we have had numerous visits with the lawyer, and all is good on his side. Finally the day came that we are going to court. My biggest fear had been that it would be pushed back and back and back as court cases are known to do. We are scheduled to be there for eleven, and so we make sure to be there for ten thirty to ensure we are absolutely in time. It is never good manners to keep a judge waiting after all.

When it was time, we were all filed in, we took our seats, and then possibly one of the single most painful experiences I have ever had the displeasure to witness wound out in front of me. I hate legal shit, I hate lawyers, I hate politicians. Well, not hate, I try never to hate anyone or anything, but I do not particularly care for any of it.

It took a little more than an hour, and all the witnesses came up and gave their testimony, even some of Ash's moms supposed friends came up and said how she was a model citizen. Well, Adrian's lawyer just so happened to have a recording of the news coverage from the day that Mica met her, and he played it and asked all of them how that person could be considered a model citizen, that she had been border line breaking the law that day with hate speech. By the end, the judge let Adrian go with time served and no continuing record. He burst into tears, and Ash rushed up and hugged him tightly.

I decided to take everyone for lunch once Adrian was allowed to leave. He had a bunch of paperwork to sign, so he took a little while, but I told everyone where we are going. Ethan and Evan took their car, because Evan had had to be there in his official role in the situation, the lawyer drove himself, and I have the rest. We met there and all went and got seated. We are in a nice quiet back corner, and because it is just after the lunch rush, there is next to no one else in there at the time.

“I'm so happy you're finally free Dad, how do you feel?”

“Shockingly good, to tell you the truth.”

“Good. I never want you to feel bad for what you did, there's not one person at this table who would've done a thing differently.” He said, and we all agreed instantly.

“Believe it or not, I never did, and I doubt I ever could. I hated your mom for years, she was an abusive bitch, and if you thought she was hard on you, it was nothing to how she treated me. I never told anyone, it didn't needta be known in court, and it was no one's business, but your mom knew I was bi, though I'm mostly gay, and she took great pleasure in abusing me in ways I truly hope you never understand. And yes, I will be continuing to see a therapist on that as well. I was more bi curious than anything, I wanted straight sex to see what it was like, and I did think some girls were pretty. I agreed to have sex with her, once, to try that side of the coin. To see what it was like. She said she was on birth control and that she was allergic to latex, and that was the only condoms I had, so I stupidly believed her. When she said she was pregnant and demanded I marry her to make a honest man of myself, what choice did I have. It never dawned on me how crazy she was. By the time you were two, she was crazier than I've ever met. That's when I started drinking. By the way, I asked her the day I divorced her if she had truly been on birth control, or if she faked it to get pregnant. She laughed and said of course you retard, but I'd suspected right from the start, but I was pretty sure I knew for sure by the time you were one. Well, then you started becoming just as defective as me, you were three when she realized both.”

“Both.” Ash said softly.

“Yes, both. You inherited your bladder issues from me. Your mother took great pride in treating me like a defective baby, at first she said it turned her on to have sex with a diaper wearer, and she wanted me to have sex with her while wearing. After that, that's all she wanted, but I didn't want her. I told her no, that I didn't want sex, that I was only staying for you, but, well, she made me, demanded it, beat me, rape me. I shouldn't have started drinking to drown my misery, I should've never let her rape me repeatedly, she told me that we're married and that it's my duty to please her, and that she doesn't give a damn about me or my feelings. And yes, copious amounts of Viagra were always in the house, when she wanted to be pleased, she'd make sure I could do it, no matter how drunk I was. Fuck, I'm surprised she never killed me from the drugs and alcohol. Again, my feelings weren't important, what I wanted didn't matter, everything was all about her and no one else.

“Fuck, you have no idea the beating I got the day she realized you might be gay too, you were six, and I swore to her that you were way too young to be gay, that it was impossible 'til you were older. Of course, I knew better, I was getting fucked no older than that myself, and boy did I ever know. She didn't needta know that. She continued to beat me instead of you, but had she have touched you, she would've been dead far sooner. Pretty much, the rest you know.”

“Oh Dad, I wish you had've told me all this sooner.”

“Baby, there's a lotta things I should've told you sooner, there's a lotta things I should've done sooner, and or done differently. I was weak though, you have no idea how weak I was, and how weak your mother made me. I was never a strong boy, I was so mentally weak. I let anyone use me that wanted to, I let anyone abuse me that wanted to. I never stood up for myself. Not all that fucked me I wanted, but I was always too weak to say no. Granted, I did enjoy it too, to a certain degree, but I didn't wanna be treated like some of them did, I didn't wanna be treated like a piece of property. Then again, that's all your mother ever treated me as as well.

“I suppose that that comes from how my own parents treated me as well. They treated me like I was defective, hell, they told me time and time again that I was a defective piece of shit, that they should've just drowned me as a baby. Why they didn't just give me up, I have no idea. I stayed though, it was all I knew, abuse by the worst to abuse a child, his own parents. Then I let the same fucking thing happen to you. For that I can never apologize enough for.”

“You never haveta apologize for anything, it wasn't your fault.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me. I'm getting better though.”

“Good. Was your first time willing then?” Ash asked curiously.

“Yes and no. I caught my babysitter diaper fucking his boyfriend, and it made me so hot. My babysitter was telling his boyfriend how cute I am in my soggy diapers and how much he'd loveta tap my soggy baby bum and fuck me 'til he couldn't fuck me any more, and his boyfriend said he'd happily join in and fill me full. They were both twelve. I had no idea I was doing it, but I was rubbing myself, and when I came, I guess I made noise, and they looked over and saw me and asked how much I saw and heard, so I said everything.

“They asked if I wanted to come join them then, and I said yes. I was five, almost six then, and they fucked me long and hard. They hurt me a great deal, they were too big for me, and I was too young and unprepared, but at the same time, it felt so good too. Every night after that, one or more of them fucked me, and by the time I turned six almost three months later, I was very accustomed to getting fucked, even by three dicks at a time. They constantly hurt me, but I craved the pain. I suppose it was a good thing that no one ever changed the baby's diapers, I hadta change myself. Once I became a full blown slut by the time I was eight, they started really using and abusing me, I was taken to parties, I was the party favour, I had men fuck me and fill me, sometimes three at a time, sometimes they were really good to me and made me feel amazing, sometimes not so much.

“Of course, after I got married, your mother told me that should I ever have sex with another man again, that she'd make me beg her to kill me, but that she wouldn't, probably for weeks or maybe even months, that she'd happily just torture me. Funny, but I believed her. So, I buried my desires, I buried who I truly am deep inside, and became an even more pathetic loser than I'd already been. I was a coward, I was weak, but, now I've found my strength, my strength is you Ash, you are the reason I became a man.

“I knew who and what you were, I knew how frustrated you were getting with your mother, and I knew that eventually you'd tell her who and what you are, and that the shit would hit the fan. So, I did what I knew deep down I hadta do, I stopped drinking, told the bitch that that's enough, she hit me, then I hit her back, fuck it felt good. She just grinned at me and said, so, you do have a pair of balls you gutless retard. I told her that I do, and that from now on, she doesn't get to claim them, that I'm divorcing her, and everything. She laughed and said that she'll never let me go. I said fine, I'll go to the police then, I still have plenty of bruising, and I'd ensure she never left jail. She tried to say that I hit her, so I'd be in just as much trouble. Like I said, one small bruise, or a dozen massive ones, which one does she think will win. Finally she let me go, said fine, good riddance. That was such a short time ago, and it feels like so long ago already.”

“Thanks Dad. I'm glad you finally found the strength to stand up, and I hope that your therapist and I can help you to stay standing tall.”

“Thanks Baby, I'm sure you will.”

For the rest of our time at the restaurant, we talked more, and Adrian thanked everyone for all the help that we had given to him and to Ash, and that he would find a way to repay us, somehow, though he simply had no idea how he would ever manage to do so. Of course we said no repayment necessary, well, except the lawyer, who of course does expect to be paid. Oh well, Mica said he would pay for that, and we will let him.

When we went home, I told Adrian that he is going to spend the night at our place, then tomorrow we would go and get their apartment all set up for he and Ash, that they have some together time to spend, and more importantly, healing time. Of course, Ethan and Evan headed to their home for the night, we gave Adrian one of the spare bedrooms, and Ash went and changed his dad for him, who then repaid the favour, they were both teary eyed when they came out from doing so, but it had been good for them.

When it was bedtime, Mica and I had a nice sensuous kiss and rub session that lasted damn near two hours, and we only came three times. It was pretty amazing, and felt even more so.

The following morning, we headed to Adrian and Ash's apartment with the first load of supplies, got them moved in, and then went back and got the rest. With all the furniture now there, we headed to the store that sells mattresses for cheap, and we picked up two, but I paid for them, because Adrian admitted that he has almost no money left at all. Next we hit a department store and bought them a few much needed things, including some groceries. We got a decent TV with built in DVD player, so that will do them just fine, a simple set of dishes and utensils, as well as pots and pans, not much, but more than enough for two. Bedding was next, and finally the groceries. Once more I paid for all of this. Both Adrian and Ash thanking me profusely.

Like I said, we are giving them what they need to get back on their feet, and nothing more, and no repayment will ever be necessary. When we got them home, we offloaded everything, and then Mica and I took our leave. They now have everything that they need for the night, and our phone number if they need anything else. Adrian still has to go get his car, and he still needs to call the owner of the apartment, as well his boss at work, and tell everyone that he is free, but tonight it is about father and son time, and we know they need it desperately.

“I wish they were just coming to stay with us, but I know why they haveta be alone right now. Wonder what's happened to the house that Ash lived in?”

“Yes, they very much need some alone time to get to know each other, we've given them all that we can give them, now the rest hasta be up to them. As for the house, no clue. You still haveta call the lawyer and arrange payments for everything, so why not ask him at the same time.”

“Good point.” He said, and then grabbed his phone and pulled up the lawyers information.

I listened to Mica's side of the conversation of course, and it sounds promising. Though he did hardly talk. He explained everything to me as soon as he hung up, and continued doing so as we walked in the house.

It seems that the house had been paid for, that Ash's mom had not been nearly so poor as anyone would believe, everything had been left to Ash, though she had no will, he had been her only heir, so the lawyer was able to petition to have everything released to Ash in trust. He said that a cleaning company had already been sent in to clean the house, and a renovation company to take care of the damage that could not be cleaned. He had taken care of it all for Ash, since he doubted that Ash would want to do so, and there was certainly more than enough money to be able to do so. Mica told him, though, that all his fees were being taken care of by himself though. So, with any luck, Adrian and Ash might be able to move to another house soon. Then again, I almost doubt that they will, and if they do not, then they should just rent the house out.

There was more information, but that really was the important stuff. Mica decided that instead of calling, that he would just send Ash an email with all the information, so he grabbed his computer and typed away for a good ten minutes or so, telling Ash all that is important.

It was kind of lonely in the house, just the two of us, we miss Ash, but he is where he needs to be right now, and maybe in a few weeks they can come live with us, but for now they truly do have to have some alone time. Mica and I changed each others soggy baby diapers, went triple thick, using one of our thickest diapers, a doubler, then an even bigger and just as thick diaper over top of that. Of course, our diaper change did involve draining and filling each other up, and we are now more than satisfied and drained to hold us off until our triple thick baby diapers are good and full.

Three days later, the order of diapers that we had placed finally arrived, and only for Mica and me. Oh well, maybe we will deliver nice care packages to our friends. We did open everything up and check it out, and oh my fucking god, these diapers are amazing, they make our already thick diapers seem like thin ones. Of course, Mica and I tried one right away, with two doublers in it like the website suggested, and fuck are they amazing. We even tried on our new incredibly babyish diaper shirts, and they are so cute. Once more, before diapering each other, we made sure to drain each other more than enough to hold us until our baby diapers are super full.

Over the past few days, Mica has emailed with the other baby boys, and they are doing good. Ethan says that he is missing Ash right now, and wants to ask to spend the night together again, probably at his place, but understands that Ash and his dad need some alone time. Ash says that he and his dad are just enjoying some alone time, that they have learned so much about each other, and have done a lot of crying and hugging. Adrian had called work and said that he was free, but needed another week to get everything all straightened out before he could possibly come back, and his boss said he understands fully. Of course he cannot possibly understand everything, but it is enough.

We did arrange to have Ash and Ethan come spend the weekend again, and they were both dropped off within a few minutes of each other just a minute ago now.

“How are you guys.” Mica said, going and hugging his friends, patting their cute soggy baby bums.

“Really good, and you guys?” Ethan said.

“Really good. It's been quiet around here not have the noise maker here all the time.” Mica grinned to Ash.

“Yeah, noise maker, that's what I'm known as.” Ash snorted.

“I know, right. So, how are you and your dad doing?” Mica asked.

“We're doing great. I told my dad that while I'm away this weekend, that he needs to do what he shoulda done ages ago, go find a guy and fuck silly all weekend long, destroy at least a couple dozen diapers, and be so fucking friction burned by the end he'll haveta visit the burn centre on Sunday afternoon. Funny, but you know, he didn't disagree with me.”

“That's good.” Mica giggled.

“My dad said he had a date planned for this weekend. Our dads are shockingly similar in what they want and need, you think maybe some day soon we could become incestuous gay baby boyfriends?” Ethan grinned brightly.

“Ooh, that'd be so fucking hot, wouldn't it.” Ash said brightly.

“Yeah, and they both certainly need it. My dad hasn't had a boyfriend in forever he said.”

“That'd be awesome if they were getting together for some fun and to see where things go.” Mica said.

“I agree. Now, you baby boys are probably incredibly itchy, and Mica and I held off 'til now to scratch our deep itch, so go scratch each others itches, and when you're done, plug yourselves, diaper yourselves with the diapers that are on your dresser, and have fun. I can clearly see how hard both of you are, even through your clothes and super soggy baby diapers.”

“Oh fuck, am I ever hard.” Ash said.

“Me too.” All three of the rest of us said.

Mica and I had known just what the baby boys would need to do, so we too decided to hold off to have a nooner ourselves, so that the boys were not the only ones having fun at the time. We have not had any release, in fact, since the morning before, so we are desperately in need of release, though probably not near so badly as the other baby boys do right now. We decided to make hot gay baby diaper love to each other, we filled each other up with two loads of cum, and one load of piss, alternating one after the other, until we are good and satisfied. We then put on one of our mega thick and babyish baby diapers, with two doublers inside it, since they hold so ridiculously well, not to mention that they're amazingly thick and soft and comfortable too. We slipped each other into a baby diaper shirt, and then we headed to the kitchen to get lots of lunch and tea going.

Mica and I had lunch made, and were half way through eating it, when finally the other pair of hot mega thickly diapered baby boys joined us, and they too are wearing their cute babyish diaper shirts. They had taken fully half an hour longer than we had, and we had lasted damn near an hour, that is impressive, considering I know they cannot possibly have held on for too long.

“Took you boys long enough. I trust you're good and drained now?” I said.

“Oh yeah, and then filled right back up again.”

“Good to hear. Go ahead and sit down and dish up, I dare say you probably both need some food.”

“You sure can say that again. I'm starving.” Ash said, and Ethan nodded his agreement.

“Good, and how do you baby boys like your new diapers and diaper shirts?”

“These are the ones we ordered that day, aren't they?” Ash asked.

“Yep.”

“They're fucking amazing. Holy shit, how much do they hold?”

“We went for just over twenty four hours our first time wearing them, and then just under the next. This is our third time.”

“Wicked.”

Ash and Ethan enjoyed their lunch and their tea, while Mica and I stayed and enjoyed our tea. After lunch, we decided to go and play in the games room for the day, and we pretty much stayed there until bedtime, stopping only long enough to make and eat dinner. When we went to bed, Mica and I had only a light kiss and rub session, since we are still very much satisfied from our noon hour romp. In fact, we did not even cum, and we just tenderly rubbed each other through our nice thick soggy diapers.

We all had a great sleep, Ash and Ethan saying that they had missed sleeping together a great deal. We spent the morning in the games room, then when our diapers finally started leaking, just about twenty four hours after putting them on, we decided to go swimming, and we relaxed and played in the pool house for a good solid two hours, then headed to our bedrooms for a little more relief. This time we all lasted only about half an hour, and exited together in just our super thick baby diapers this time.

We had a great weekend together, and the dads came and picked their sons up at about four on Sunday, and then we are alone once more. Over the course of the next week, Mica and I got lots done, played lots, had even more fun, and just had a good week. We arranged to have Ethan and Ash spend the weekend again, and when they arrived, they both said that their dads had dates, and though they have not said so, we are all just as certain that it is together. That is good, they both need and deserve it.

Sunday night, once the dads and sons were alone, they did tell their sons what we all knew, and of course they both emailed us pretty much right away. Two weeks later, Mica and I talked it over, and then made the offer to have all four baby boys come and live here with us, so that we could all be together. We have this massive house, it is stunningly beautiful in every way, we have more bedrooms than we can use, and they will fill them nicely. Everyone thought about it, talked it over, and came back to us not even a whole day later and said that they would love to. So, everyone moved in, and we are all together.

Now with six of us, it is so amazing, none of us are at all shy, we walk around mostly in just diapers, though naked occasionally as well, though we are always naked in the pool, though we have found some so cute babyish swim diapers for when we are feeling especially babyish. I have to admit, it is very nice.

As suspected, when the time came for school to be starting up again, Ash and Ethan both decided to do it at home, but Mica is technically finished now, and passed his exams at the end of August, so he started taking as many university courses as he could from home, and only had to go into class about once every three to four weeks. There did come a time when there were some courses that he had to go in for every day, and he never cared for that much, but he managed, and he did do exceptionally well. Ash and Ethan ended up finishing school early, and they too did university courses at home for as much as they could, and only went when they had to.

Grandpa passed away shortly after Mica turned eighteen, and while sad, we all understood that he was getting up there in age, and that he was not exactly healthy. We had known the day was coming for some time, even Michael said that he was certain the end was near for him, because the medications were not always able to keep the symptoms of his disease at bay, and he was getting worse, he knew his brain was shutting down, and one day, he had a manic bout, that he could not recover from, and then his brain shut down. After two days in the hospital, when he was deemed brain dead, Mica, with tears in his eyes, ordered the plugs pulled, and he passed away with Mica holding his hand, telling him that he was very greatly loved.

As we suspected, all of Michael's businesses and assets were left to Mica, and though he had already been rich, Michael had had far more than we knew, and more than doubled what Mica already had. Though he was young, Mica did take over all the running of the businesses, he had already been helping me with mine anyway, as well my finances, and my god, that boy is a money god. If any of his employees were worried that they now had an eighteen year old boss, he put those fears to rest in very short order.

Between what Michael and Mica had helped me do for my business, I am now booming. I had had to add on a few times over the past few years to keep up to the demand, and now my cabinets are sometimes being shipped half way across the planet. I bought a huge property with a massive warehouse, and moved my business to there, that was only a few years before Michael passed away. I tripled the amount of production staff, and I now have a sales staff of twelve, four of whom have traveled all over the world doing so.

I am now making so much money from that it is not even funny, though Mica has helped me with my finances as well, and with him working my accounts, I now make damn near as much money just from that. Because I had also bought the warehouse that I had been in, I now rent that out, and I had also bought a few more industrial complexes, and now rent those out as well. Every time I have a few million dollars to spare, Mica tells me to go and buy some new property or something. He does the same, though, and between the two of us, we are amassing a huge amount of property.

All of Michael's businesses continued to flourish under Mica's care, and all his employees were incredibly happy inside a year to have him as their boss, even saying that as much as they loved Michael, that Mica makes an even better boss, he truly makes them want to work hard and make them all tonnes of money. For his nineteenth birthday, Mica bought himself another derelict hotel that was slated for demolition, and we made another really cool and funky hotel just like the one we had met at, only this one even larger and more funky, with themed rooms and tonnes of fun stuff for kids to do. We bought the massive property next to it, knocked down the crumbling old stores that were on it and added a massive water park, a huge arcade and indoor golf centre, and made it a destination place for families to vacation.

Ash and Ethan got married as soon as they were legally allowed to, and as a wedding gift, Mica gave them a business to own and operate, it was one of his smaller ones, but a successful and lucrative operation none the less, and would promise great returns if they did well, and they did.

Evan and Adrian did not get married, but they too are still together, and though they had both quit their jobs years ago, and are now doing other work, mostly for Mica and me, they are making excellent money. In fact, Evan ended up starting his own security company for all our businesses, because Mica had hired him as his security adviser, but he also ran a private detective business at the same time, specializing in retail and corporate investigations, because, once more, Mica asked him to do so for him when he had suspected that one of his employees was stealing from him. Yes, he was caught, but no, Mica did not fire him, instead he sent him for rehab, because he was stealing for drug addiction, made him take a twenty percent pay cut for five years, as well as to do some sort of community service, all of which he happily did, and ended up being one of Mica's best and most loyal managers because of it.

The boys and I still do some fun woodworking and wood art when we have time, and we still sell it all whenever we can, but all proceeds from the sales of all that we had decided years ago to give to the local children's hospital, because they always need it more than we do.

All in all, life is amazing, how can it not be, I have the single most amazing husband a gay baby boy could want, even though we have never actually gone and gotten married, we are still, just not really legally, but that is okay too. Of course, we all have our little disagreements, they always happen, no matter what, but we love each other so much, that they never last, and are never bad.

We still love to diaper each other up just as thick as we possibly can as often as we can, and of course Mica and I make hot gay baby diaper love to each other at least a time or two a week, though we do make love in one form or another almost every day too, even if just kissing and stroking, which is one of our favorite ways still.

Sadly, even though our story does go on for years more, there really is not much more that I can add that will make it any better. I have an amazing life because I was getting burned out and met the love of my life, who in turn helped me to become far more than I ever dreamed I could be.

The end.

*****Well, if you are still here, thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed. If you would like to contact me, feel free to do so, I would love to hear your thoughts on this or any of my other many tales. Email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. This story was inspired by the boy who became Mica, I really did go for a trip to Victoria, and I stayed in this hotel. It was pretty cool actually. It was a short business trip, the boy was stunning, I saw him only once, he was already there when I got to the pool, but sadly he left only ten minutes after I got there. I dreamed up this story that night. When I got home, I started writing, and for a couple weeks, I wrote, but then I stalled, I got busy with other projects, and now, damn near a year later, I have finally finished it. As always, sadly this story is only a figment of my imagination, and while based on a real boy, that is all it will ever be, imagination. If you would like to read more stories by me, go to the prolific authors section of Nifty, find my name, EricH, and there you will find something like seventy stories done by me now. While you're at it, remember, Nifty is a free resource that we all love, and they need our support to stay free for all. I ask that you do what you can, because I do what I can. As always, thanks.****