Dawson's Delights

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“It's been a hard week, huh Baby!” Thirty year old Gordon asked his son.

“Yeah, but he really is in a better place now, isn't he Daddy.” His just ten year old son Dawson answered sadly.

“I know you miss him, but really, he was never truly here, nor alive. He was still your big brother, and you loved him, protected him, and no one else could bring him down from a seizure quite like you could. You'd lay down with your head on his tummy and tickle his chest and tell him to come back, and he'd do it almost every time, and usually far faster than I could. He had a hard life, no one deserves to have to live like that, relying on others to take care of their every need. There was no way he would have survived without help, maybe it would've been better had he died when he was a baby, but we still made his life as good as we could, you and I, we loved him a great deal, but now he's gone, and all we can do is truly hope that he's in a better place now, hopefully finally getting the life he deserves.” Gord said, only a few tears streaking down now.

“I know, and I feel bad for you Daddy, you had to take care of David all by yourself, and me too, it left us because of David's problems, and left you to take care of two babies.” Dawson spat out.

“Don't feel bad for me Baby, it was hard saying goodbye to David, absolutely, and no parent should ever have to bury their child, but, even you've always known that David was not long for this world, I've told you that, the doctors told us very clearly that eventually he'd a have a seizure that we just couldn't bring him down from, but he did live more than twice as long as they expected. Remember, they never expected David to make it to the age of five, he was almost eleven and a half, and I'm certain that more than half of that is because of the love and compassion that you showed him, and me too I'm certain, at least I sure hope so. It was hard on us too, there's no denying that, we haven't been able to truly live either, though I tried to allow you your freedom, but you so rarely took it, you tried to be with me for David as much as you could as well. You have a great deal of love and compassion in you, and that's amazing, but now, we need to move on and allow David to rest, and us to live.”

“Thanks. I only did what I felt I should do, David had no one but you and I, he needed us for everything, like you said, and he still deserved to be loved.”

“You're welcome, but as for calling your mother, it, I understand, far better than most, I have no love for her either, it's also not right.”

“Maybe not, but it's also not right what she did to us.”

“No, it most certainly isn't, but you need to let go your anger toward her, it's not good for you. Hatred is the wrong answer, and you hate her. I've always taught you love and compassion, to never hate. No, you don't have to or even need to love her, I don't, but I don't hate her. I understand her, though, and I think you do too, she was scared and selfish, too hung up on the vision of perfection. She is not to be hated, she is to be pitied. Sometimes children like David are brought into this world to teach us a lesson. No, you and I didn't need to be taught anything, other than even more love and compassion, whereas your mother needed to be taught that, and she failed, and in the end, it's her that'll suffer.”

“I know, and I truly do try not to hate anyone, but I have such a hard time with her. You still haven't told me what she said when you called her to tell her.”

“I know you try, and sometimes that's all we can do, but I want you to try harder, okay, no hatred, for anyone, even her, okay.”

“Okay, I'll try harder.”

“As for why I haven't told you, well, you're already trying hard not to hate her, but are failing, if I tell you what she said, I'm afraid what it'll do to you.”

“Why, what could she possibly have said, good, she's not glad he's dead, is she?” He asked in disgust.

“No, not even she's that cold hearted, thankfully so.” Gord laughed.

“Oh, what could she have said then?”

“Can you promise me that you won't hate her, otherwise I won't tell you.”

“I can promise I'll try really hard.” He said hopefully.

“Good enough for me. She wanted to come back.”

“Like fucking hell.” Dawson barked out. Gord nearly burst out laughing.

“No, that's pretty much exactly what I told her. Watch your mouth though please.” He said, trying, but failing in not laughing.

“Sorry, but how could she expect we'd want her back after all these years?” He asked hotly.

“You're starting to hate her again Baby, calm down.” Gord said softly.

It took a few moments, but Dawson got his feelings under control.

“Sorry.” Dawson said, looking down.

“It's okay, I understand, really I do, but hatred only leads to misery. You're far too good to be miserable. I did ask your mother the same question, how she thought we'd even think of taking her back.”

“What'd she say?”

“She said because you need a mother. I said that no, you most certainly do not need a mother, and absolutely not one that'd abandon you the first time you weren't perfect. Of course, we both know you are anyway, but she might not always see it that way.”

“Yeah, right, perfect.” Dawson snorted.

“You're perfect enough for me Baby, but I doubt anywhere near enough for her. I also told her flat out that I no longer love her, that I want nothing to do with her, and that she can continue to live her miserable life as she's always seen fit to do. I also told her that she can't drag me down any more, that you and David have given me far more than she ever could. I also told her that even though I have always tried my best to not allow you to hate her for abandoning you and David, that you hate one person and one person only, and that's her. She asked what I could've possibly said to make you hate her, and I told her flat out that I never allowed my opinion of her to show in front of you, I kept that solely to my therapist and family. I told her that your opinion of her is yours and yours alone.”

“I hope that she never tries to come and see me. I'm trying really hard not to hate her, but I honestly don't know how hard it'd be on me if she tried to see me now. You never told me what she said when you asked her if she was coming to the funeral?”

“How do you know I asked?”

“I know you well enough to know that there's no way you wouldn't at least offer her the chance.” Dawson said simply.

“You do know me well. She said no, which is what I'd hoped, I didn't honestly want her there, nor did I want for you to see her, I know how you feel.”

“Unless someone told me who she was, I never would'a known anyway, not a clue what she looks like. You said I was nine months old when she left us!”

“About that, yeah.”

“You don't have any pictures of her, so I honestly have no idea what she looks like anyway.”

“I hate to say it, but you look a lot like her. Only her best features, you have a lot of me in you as well. Your beautiful shiny long blond hair is hers, but its curliness is mine, you also have her bright blue eyes and bright red lips, but you have my more modest nose and ears. You're tall and slender like she is, yet you have more of my musculature in you. I know the kids have teased you for being pretty like a girl, you've told me that before, but you do look a lot like her.”

“Figures. All my best things come from you though.”

“Yes, yes they do.”

“Thank god.”

“So, now, I wanna ask you a couple questions?”

“Okay.” He said nervously.

“So, I can't help but noticing that even though David's no longer here to use them, that his diapers are still being used. Care to explain that one to me?” Gord asked, grabbing Dawson before he could try and escape, picking him up and cradling his soggy diapered bum.

Dawson blushed instantly and brightly, and started to cry.

“It's okay. Diapers were a huge part of our life, I taught you how to change David's diapers from the time you were four, and so you've gotten used to diapers. So, how long have you been wearing them though, because it's not only since David died, and I'd really like you to answer me honestly, okay, you're not in any trouble, and I'll never stop loving you.”

“You sure?” Dawson whispered fearfully.

“Let's say I've known for a long time, but I want you to be honest with me, okay.”

“Since I was seven I suppose.”

“And how often have you been wearing them?”

“At first it was only to bed and maybe occasionally. The last year though, I think I've pretty much been wearing all day, every day.”

“I know you wet the bed occasionally, but not lots, was that the reason you started wearing them?”

“No, not entirely anyway, it certainly helped, but the first time I put one on, it was to see how they felt, and well, I sorta liked it, a lot.”

“Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I thought. I'm not sure how long it was that you were wearing them before I noticed, but it can't have been more than a couple weeks. I'd go and check your diaper every night, and every night you were nice and soggy within an hour of going to bed, so I was certain you were wetting them pretty much as soon as you put it on.”

“I was, but why'd you never say anything if you knew?”

“Wasn't my place to do so, I hoped you'd get the courage to come to me and tell me. I've always told you I'd love you no matter what.”

“Oh, and you really don't mind?”

“Of course not Baby, and I've sorta been missing changing my Baby's diapers, and if you're ready for me to do so, I'd love to change yours for you as well.”

“Um, I don't know if that's a good idea.”

“Sure it is, and I want for you to tell me your other secret yourself. If you're not ready yet, then so be it, but you have to tell me, I won't this time.”

“You already know though, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“About, you know, everything?”

“Reasonably certain, yes.”

“And you don't hate me?”

“Absolutely not. How many times have I told you I'd never hate you, that I'd always love you, no matter what, and that anything you cared to tell me I'd help you through it?”

“Hundreds, maybe thousands.”

“Exactly.”

“Are you sure, because I've sorta done something that I don't think was really right?”

“Maybe not, but it was a beautiful thing too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but you haveta screw up the courage to tell me, okay!”

“Daddy, I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover, I love wearing and wetting my thick thirsty tape on baby diapers, and I love having gay baby boy sex.”

“Thanks Baby.”

“Some nights, when David was really restless, or if he had a seizure, I'd crawl into his crib with him, and cuddle him. One night, about a year ago now, he was super soggy, so I climbed out and grabbed the stuff to change his diaper, and he was hard, like real hard, I know sometimes he was during the day too, but that night it was more so, I know it was wrong, but I don't think I even thought about it, and before I even knew it, I was sucking his peepee. That was the first time I ever saw him truly smile, after he had the good feelings.”

“I'm glad that you were able to make him feel good enough to make him smile. Tell me, did he pee in your mouth?”

“Yeah, he did. It shoulda grossed me out, but it didn't, I was happy to do it for him. He finally went soft, and so I diapered him up, and then cuddled up to him, but my peepee was really hard too, and I couldn't get to sleep, I started rubbing myself through my soggy diaper, and I made myself have the good feelings too, my first time, and it felt so good.”

“You had an orgasm, or you came. I think you already know this though, don't you?”

“Yeah.” He said, blushing a bit more. “So, anyway, almost every night after that, I got the urge to suck him again, and so I did, and he loved it, he always smiled so nicely. Then, a few months ago, as I was sucking David, I don't know how it happened, but I was rubbing my bum hole, and I got three fingers inside myself, it felt really good, then I got this crazy idea. I'd never even heard of such a thing, but I took off my diaper, and I sat down on David's peepee, and moved up and down, just like my fingers did to me, only he felt way better inside me. He had his orgasm, and then peed inside me, he always peed after he came, and it felt so insanely good. I pulled off, put my diaper back on, and then got David's back on as well, and I did that almost every night since.”

“It was sweet how you took care of your big baby brother like that.”

“Really, you don't think it was wrong?”

“Some might, but you never hurt him, you made him feel incredibly good. I also know you never did anything to his bum, nor did you ever make him suck you, though I'm sure you thought he'd be good at it, since he was so good at sucking a bottle.”

“Oh, yeah, I thought about it, but it didn't feel right to do that to him.”

“I'm sure he wouldn't have minded, but it's probably for the best.”

“So, how long have you known for?”

“I saw the first night you sucked David, I was standing in the doorway, I was just coming to check on you two, because I heard you crawl into David's crib again.”

“Oh. You saw everything?”

“Yes, and yes, I did catch you riding your big baby brother several times as well, you always sighed so deeply when he filled you up.”

“Oh.” And he blushed even more.

“It's okay, like I said, it was a beautiful thing you did for your brother, he loved you dearly for it, he only ever smiled when you were in the room, and though he wasn't all there, he knew when you were in the room and he followed you as best he could.”

“He smiled for you too Daddy.”

“Yes, but nothing like how he did for you.”

“What are we gonna do now Daddy?”

“What do you mean Baby?”

“I don't know, my bedroom just reminds me of David, his crib and all his things are still in there. Even the wheelchair lift up the stairs reminds me of him. I feel like maybe we should move, but at the same time, I don't wanna forget David either.”

“I know, it's hard for you. You also don't have any friends, so you have nothing here any more. You could move rooms if you wanted, you never hadta share a room with David, that was your choice when you were four, you said you wanted to be close to help him, and I let you, even though I tried to talk you out of it, because I didn't want him constantly interrupting your sleep.”

“It's hard to make friends when everyone at school knows you're a gay baby boy diaper lover.”

“Ah, so they know huh?”

“Yeah, got caught wearing diapers early last year, and they've called me gay for almost two years already. Thought for sure I was gonna haveta tell you, but I never hadta, thankfully. I thought for sure you couldn't love me for all that, even though you'd always told me you'd love me no matter what.”

“Just think, had you've told me, I would've changed your diapers for you all day, every day, no questions.”

“Yeah, know that now. So, what are we gonna do then?”

“You wanna move, don't you?”

“Yeah.”

“We could maybe move to the cabin I suppose.”

“Never seen it before. I think I'd like to at least see it though.”

“We could pack up today and go, in fact, we could probably both stand to do just that. It's not set up in the least for someone with David's special needs, so there was no point in going there.”

“I think I'd like that.”

“Yes, now, since you've finally bared your soul to me, I think it's only fair to tell you that I too am a gay baby boy diaper lover.”

“Really.”

“Yes, though I'm technically bi, I'll never be with another female.”

“Wow, would you, you know, fuck me?”

“Watch your mouth please, and no, not only are you too young for me, but you're my son. Both of which do nothing for me.”

“Oh, but I miss having a peepee inside me.”

“I can give you a dildo that should help with the urges, but for the real thing, I'm afraid that hasta be up to you to find. I suggest another boy your age though.”

“Oh, well, I kinda wanted someone bigger. David was a year older than me, but he wasn't any bigger than me, but I can get four fingers inside myself, and it feels so much better feeling more full.”

“Yeah, you and I are a lot alike in that way, I too like to feel full. I enjoy my toys, though I haven't had a real dick in me in more years than I care to admit.”

“Oh. How come?”

“Having a child like David does tend to limit ones freedoms. I couldn't just get any babysitter to watch him, I needed someone with specialized training, but they're hard to come by, and expensive. We need never worry about money, but why waste it just to go get filled.”

“Oh, I guess I understand.”

“Not to mention, finding other diaper lovers is hard, and I want another diaper lover to share all that with me.”

“Oh, me too. I often dreamed that David was big enough to go through both our diapers, that sounded really awesome in my head.”

“You're such a pervert, I love it, because I'm the same, getting diaper fucked is where it's at.” Gord grinned brightly.

“Really.” Dawson giggled.

“Absolutely.”

“And did my mother know any of this?”

“No, I never breathed a word of any of it to her, she'd have left me, and told everyone as well. I wasn't ready then, but most know now.”

“Oh, did Grandma and Grandpa know then?”

“Yes, I told them probably a year after your mother left us, they weren't as shocked as I thought they would've been, that's for sure.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, they told me that they'd always suspected, but let me live my life. It's too bad you never got to know them, you weren't even two and a half when they died, but they loved you a great deal.”

“Yeah, wish I could'a known them as well, but we can't change things, can we.”

“Other than ourselves, no. So, does Baby need a soggy bum change, 'cause it feels like he does?”

“Yeah, and I think I'd like you to change me please?”

“Of course Baby, I'd love to.”

“Can I change you as well?”

“Yes, on one condition though.”

“What?”

“That you behave yourself. I will never be the person you want and need sexually, if you can't behave yourself, then I can't allow you to change my diapers. You're gonna haveta get used to seeing me in them anyway, because from here on out, I don't plan on wearing anything over my diapers when we're at home.”

“Okay, as long as I get to wear just my diapers as well.” He smiled brightly.

“Of course Baby.”

“Can I change you first then, do you need a soggy bum change?”

“Yes and yes, as a matter of fact, I am a very soggy baby boy as well.”

“Good.”

Gord went and got everything that they were going to need, and set it all on the living room floor, then stripped down to his soggy diaper, Dawson watching the entire time.

Dawson had wanted to see someone else in diapers for a long time, he had seen his brother his whole life, that was not a problem, but he wanted to see so many others, including more than half his class mates, but only the boys. He has been a naughty boy and looked for pictures of boys, mostly in diapers, so he has seen them, just not in real life as he had so wanted to.

Now seeing his loving daddy like this, it is making him so hard, almost as hard as he had been as he rode his big brother all those times. His dick was always far harder when he had a dick inside him, nothing felt better to him than being filled up.

Gord then laid down and allowed his young son to come in and change his soggy diaper. Dawson untaped all four tapes, pulled the front down, and then sighed. His dad is huge, at least in his eyes, but truthfully he is only just of average length and girth. He has no hair anywhere though, something that shocked Dawson, since he knows all about puberty, and that his dad should have hair.

“Why are you hairless Daddy?”

“Diapers and pubic hair can make a matted smelly mess, so I shave a time or two a week to keep it away.”

“Oh, then I'll haveta do the same thing, won't I?”

“That's up to you, I suppose, but I suggest it, or at the very least, keep it trimmed.”

“Oh, okay, and you're huge.”

“Thanks, but I only look huge to you, since you're still fairly young, and I know you haven't started growing down there yet, though you do have a good piece of equipment for a boy your age. No, I'm pretty much exactly average.”

“Oh, will I be as big as you some day?”

“Maybe, hard to say, you could be bigger or smaller, there's no telling. I wouldn't worry about it too much, as long as you know how to use it, no matter its size, it'll always serve you well, and from what I've seen, you know how to use it fairly well.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

Dawson gently wiped Gord down, cleaning him up perfectly, slipped his fresh diaper underneath him, lotioned and then creamed him up, and then pulled up and taped closed his daddy's diaper, doing it perfectly, because he is very nearly an expert in diaper changes by now, just not on someone so large, but no other difference.

“Thanks Baby, that was real nice, if you can do it just like that all the time, I think I'll love having you change my soggy baby diapers.”

“Thanks, I liked that, it reminded me of changing David actually, only you're bigger. I loved getting to change David's diapers, it made me feel good to help him like that, even when he was super stinky, which I doubt I haveta worry about with you huh.”

“Nope, you and I are the same in that regard, I know you don't like pooping your diapers either, though yes, I do know you have done so at least a couple times.”

“Yeah, wanted to feel what it was like, didn't care for it much, and the one time was an accident, I'd just held on for too long.”

“Yeah, same here, though I've hadta poop my diapers a couple times when I had no other real choice. Definitely don't care for it, but in an emergency, at least I'm wearing a diaper anyway.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Gord stripped Dawson down to just his soggy diaper, then laid him down, and proceeded to change him; cleaning, lotioning, and creaming him up perfectly as well, before taping him up. The only difference is that Dawson was painfully hard the entire time, his average adult mans index finger sized erection pulsing away madly the entire time. Finally Gord taped up his baby boys baby diaper.

“That was nice, thanks Daddy.”

“You're welcome Baby.”

“Daddy, how am I gonna find a boyfriend, I really want one.”

“You and me both Baby, you and me both, but I honestly have no idea.”

“Crap.”

“Yeah, I know. Let's go get packed up and see about going away for a few days, we both need the distraction, and you really should get to see the cabin.”

“Okay. What about school though Daddy?”

“I'm not worried about it if you're not worried. You haven't gone all this past week since David died anyway, and tomorrow's Friday, so if we come home on Sunday, you can go back to school on Monday. You really do need to go back.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” He said morosely.

“You don't really wanna, do you?”

“No, not really.”

“We'll figure something out for you, okay Baby.”

“Okay.”

The two of them went and packed up all that they wanted and needed to take, then helped each other to get dressed again, and then headed out.

“So, where's the cabin anyway?” Dawson asked.

“Almost five hours north of here on a small lake, we own the entire five thousand plus acres that it sits on, we actually own something like six or seven lakes, not sure how many exactly, since I haven't found them all, and my dad said he's certain there's seven, but only managed to find six.”

“Oh, that's cool. Does that mean you're rich?”

“Only rich in love. Sure, I have a fair bit of money, but that land's not really worth all that much, it's way too remote for most people, the nearest town's almost two hours away, so very remote.”

“Oh, cool. Is there power there then, it sounds like it's too far out for that?”

“Nope, no services there at all, but there is a generator and solar power, though I wonder if the generator will still work, and all the batteries are probably toast as well. That's okay, we don't need power for anything there, but we will haveta stop and get supplies.”

“Like what?”

“More food, of course, lamp oil, matches or lighters, we'll want a couple good flashlights, and several other things too I'm sure.”

“Okay, cool.”

They stopped at a couple stores on the way out of town and grabbed lots of stuff that they thought that they might want and or need, and then headed for the long drive. As they drove, they talked and talked and talked. They both learned a great deal about each other that neither had ever known, and they had a very nice drive. Both their diapers were very nearly saturated by the time they made it there though, a bit better than six hours had elapsed since they had changed each other, and they had had a bit to drink on their drive, but it was nice, because they never made one stop at all once they got on the road.

“Wow, it's huge, I thought it was just a little cabin!” Dawson whistled.

“No, little it most certainly is not, but it is stunning. I'll show you around later, but for now, we both need soggy baby bum changes, and then we haveta get unpacked, and get this place cleaned up, it's been pretty close to eight years since anyone's been here, so I'm certain it needs a good cleaning. Hopefully there's no vermin infestations to take care of, but it was well sealed when it was built, and it's a good solid log house, so I doubt anything could've gotten in.”

Dawson is right, it is huge, the main floor being nearly two hundred square meters, a full basement underneath that, and then an upstairs as well, though because of the roof line, he was certain that it was smaller. The main level has a very large wrap around covered deck, all the railings on it are logs, and even the stairs are made out of logs. The logs of the house itself are very large, but as are the windows and the doors.

They each grabbed an arm load of stuff to take it inside, Gord unlocking the front door when they got there, and then they entered.

“Wow, look at this place. Is that actually antlers with lights on it above the table?” Dawson asked.

“Oil burning lanterns, actually, but yes.” Gord laughed. “Almost all the lighting in the house are oil lamps, and those aren't the only sets of antlers in here either.”

“Wow, and why are there two stoves?”

“One's a gas stove that's hooked up to propane, the other's a wood burning stove, since that's the sole heat for the house anyway, may as well utilize it for cooking at the same time. There's another fireplace in the living room, as well as one more downstairs too, and then a small one in each of the four bedrooms upstairs.”

“Wow, why'd your parents build this?”

“They were big into hunting and fishing, and had lotsa friends who were as well, so they wanted the hunting and fishing lodge, so they built this. It's a shame that it hasn't been used in so many years, a beautiful place such as this deserves to be used.”

“It is nice. Do you hunt or fish?”

“Hate fish, well, no, not hate, I don't hate anything, I strongly dislike fish, and haven't the stomach for hunting. My parents used to bring me up here all the time, at least a dozen times a year, I did go hunting, but not often, I just couldn't do it, and they never made me feel bad for it, they always told me not to feel bad for that, that hunting isn't for everyone, and that I should never be ashamed about it. I did love coming here though, the freedom and nature here is amazing.”

“Oh, so, what happened to them then, I don't remember if you ever told me?”

“Plane crash, they were heading up to Alaska to go on a hunting trip with a bunch of friends, one of whom owned a big lodge up there. All ten people on board died. They're still not entirely sure what happened, there was simply too much damage to truly detect the error, but they're pretty certain it was a mechanical error, since more of the damage seems to have happened mid flight, not during the crash.”

“Wow, that must've been hard on you.”

“Harder than you can imagine, but I had to pull myself together, I had two baby boys to raise. They were always helping me, they were amongst the only people who I trusted with David, they were of the few people who could bring him out of a seizure, and of course, they helped me financially, since your mother never did, though I took her to court to try and get something. I had to go on welfare to care for David and everything, but they were always helping by buying us things that we needed, since the amount of money I made wasn't lots. They were very well off though, and then their life insurance over top of that, did make us even more well off, because being their only child, I inherited everything.”

“Wow, I definitely don't remember you ever telling me that before.”

“No, I never did, I was only gonna tell you when you were ready enough to ask yourself.”

“Oh. It seems reasonably clean in here at least.”

“Yeah, thankfully so, though it needs to be aired out big time, and cleaned up lots still.”

“Why don't we get all the windows open right now, then bring everything in, and then get started on cleaning.”

“Sounds good to me Baby.”

“Do you think we needta wear clothes?”

“Yes, just in case we run across something that might like to bite us, we're gonna want pants on I'm afraid. Once that's done, though, and we no longer haveta worry about it, then no.”

“Oh, okay, I guess I see your point.”

They got all the windows in the house opened, which actually took several minutes, and allowed Dawson to really see the rest of the house, albeit quickly, and then they started bringing in the rest of their things. They got all the bedding in and onto the two beds that they would need, they had been wrapped in plastic when the cabin was closed up, so they are still in good condition. After getting the beds made, they changed each others diapers, and then went to take care of the rest of the cleaning. A lot of the furniture had also been wrapped up, so all that was taken care of as well, and all the plastic folded up and stored in a closet to reuse.

They had left their house at not even nine AM, took six hours with their stops to get to the cabin, and by the time they finished a basic cleaning, it was almost six, and they were both starving. They had had lunch in the car on the drive up north, but that was hours ago now.

“Crap, never thought of propane for the stove, I hope it still has some in the tank, hell, I have no idea if it even goes bad.” Gord said.

“If not, then we have things that we can eat cold, so who cares.” Dawson shrugged.

Gord did try the stove, and it was a no go, but he figured that when his parent's friends had come up to seal the place, maybe they shut off the valve, so he went and checked it, and sure enough, they had, so he turned it on. The gauge on it still said it was half full, so that was at least good. That would mean the fridge and the hot water tank could also be used. They still had everything in the coolers, having not had a chance to worry about that quite yet.

Gord went and tried the stove, and while it took a few moments for the gas to reach the stove, eventually it did light. He also started up the fridge at the same time, so that it was ready to go soon as well.

“Ah, perfect. That'll make life easier.”

“How's the fridge work without electricity?”

“It and the hot water tank don't require it, only propane.”

“There's running water here, how, no power?”

“Don't need power, there's a water tower behind the house that has a wind driven water pump that pumps water to it. Don't drink the tap water though, that's why we brought the large water jugs. I'll haveta check to make sure the water pump's still in good working order, amongst many other things, I suppose, but really, it should be fine.”

“Oh, that's pretty cool. How much water does the water tower hold, and how long does it take to fill up?”

“If I remember correctly, something like ten thousand litres, and if we had the proper amount of wind to power it continuously, it'd probably take two to three full days to fill up. Whatever water that gets pumped in, but can't be used, automatically flushes out the old water and dumps it back down the well, so as to keep it at least as fresh as can be. Still, it's not good, so, like I said, don't drink it. If we were to spend any real amount of time up here, I might put water filtration and purification in, or we could just take the week or two of horrible stomach aches to get used to the water the way it is, because we would, we're just used to really pure water.”

“Oh, that's pretty cool. Why'd you never bring us up here though, sure there's the stairs, but David's always been small enough that you could carry him?”

“Yes, but you're forgetting, no power, and so far away. No, it wasn't a good idea to bring him here. We needed to be at least reasonably close to a hospital at all times, even though I swore that should David start shutting down, such as he finally did, that I wouldn't revive him. Sure, we could've gotten him to the hospital in time, and they may've been able to do so, but I knew that this time it wasn't like a normal seizure, I knew he was shutting down, giving up, letting us go, and though it hurt to do so, I cradled him in my arms and whispered to him to finally let go, that you and I could go it alone. When you came and cuddled up to us, and he finally passed away, in both our arms, I knew I made the right choice, though it was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.”

“Oh, I didn't know that, I wondered why you weren't taking him to the hospital this time, but I'm glad he got to go at home with us hugging him.” Dawson said, tears coming down again.

“No, I knew that this time there wasn't any coming back, and I wanted him to go at home with us holding him. That's why I called you.”

“Oh, thanks. When you whispered to me that it was time to say goodbye, I almost asked what you meant, but I think even I saw the difference this time, the seizure wasn't letting him go. I knew it was time as well, but I didn't really wanna admit it, but it was the right thing to do, wasn't it Daddy.”

“Yes, as hard as it was for us, David finally got to be free. I don't know how much his seizures hurt him, I don't know how much he felt or understood, but I do know that no one wants to willingly live like that.”

“I sure wouldn't have, that's for sure. What was wrong with David Daddy? You told me you'd tell me when I was older and could understand better.”

“And I will. You see, we took you both in for your immunization shots, and he had a severe allergic reaction. It didn't show up right away, but within a couple days, we knew something was wrong. The doctors told us that sometimes allergic reactions do happen, that normally they're mild, and that while they can't conclusively say that what happened to David was because of the shots, that it's always been known that things like that could conceivably happen, and that a severe reaction happens in only about one in every ten million or so children. They had never had a report of what happened to David happening before, at least never to that extreme. They took all sorts of blood samples, to see if there was a reason for it, to ensure that that sorta thing never happens again, but they never found a reason for it.”

“Oh, wow, and yet you've still made sure I had my shots.”

“Of course. What happened to David was a freak accident, no one could've possibly foreseen or prevented that, and while everyone knows that there are gonna be some dangers to immunizations, normally that risk is infinitesimally small, whereas the risk of getting a preventable disease is astronomically high otherwise. No, we can't be afraid of what happened to David happening, because those shots prevent far more. For instance, last year, how many kids in your class ended up with Measles, a supposedly very nearly extinct disease, because their parents refused to get them immunized, was it six or seven, I can't remember, you were immunized, and therefore protected. Measles kill people, sure, not much any more with our advances in health care, but still, it can and will kill a person. So, a one in a hundred chance of getting a preventable disease, or a one and ten million chance of having an allergic reaction. If I were a betting man, I know where I'd place my money.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense, actually. So, they don't think it was the immunization, do they.”

“No, the doctors don't, though even they say that the odds are there, but they didn't wanna claim that it was that, just in case, which would cause a panic in others, thinking there was a problem. The one we think he could have reacted to, though, is the same one they've used for years and years and is normally incredibly safe. Hell, for all we know, there could've been a issue with the bottle it was stored in itself, there's simply too many variables, they even checked for that sort of thing, but they found nothing of any concern.”

“Oh, are you sure that they weren't just saying that though, or lying about the statistics?”

“Wow, you're more paranoid than I am.” Gord laughed. “No, I haveta believe that they were telling the truth, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep at night. I'd forever be looking for someone to blame, but you know what, in the end, it still doesn't change what happened. Besides, if that sorta thing were to happen more, we'd know about it, and people would panic. No, I've never heard of even one other case like David's, and I did research it, believe you me, I researched it, a lot.”

“Oh, good.”

As they had been talking, they had been cooking together, making their much needed dinner, and before too long, they were sitting down to eat. They enjoyed their dinner together, still talking away.

“Well Baby, we both need soggy bum changes, and then I think we should go for a walk.”

“Okay.”

They changed each other right on the living room floor again, and Dawson was hard, once again. They did get dressed, so that they could go outside, and then headed out.

As they walked, Gord showed Dawson all the interesting things around the house. The land around the house had been mostly cleared, there was an outdoor cooking area, a large bonfire area, several covered shelter areas, a large storage shed, where the generator was also kept, another storage shed near to the lake where the canoes and safety equipment, as well as the fishing gear, are kept, and then just lots of area to roam around.

Gord showed Dawson the water tower and the windmill for it, and they even climbed up to the top of the water tower to check it out, Gord was happy to see that the water was still flowing freely, since the windmill was turning slowly in the evening breeze. The tank was good and full, and the water looked and smelled fresh. Dawson thought that this was pretty neat.

They checked everything out, to see what all needed to be repaired, if anything, and were happy to see that everything seemed to be in good working and clean order. He did not bother checking the generator or the batteries for now, since he already knew they would all need to be repaired and or replaced, but the power meter off the solar cells was still reading an output, so that was at least good.

“So, what do we need the generator and the solar cells for anyway?”

“Emergencies mostly, such as water, at least for the generator. There's an electric backup pump in the well to fill the water tank up, so we need the generator for that, as well, you haven't seen the basement yet, which has a pretty kickass theatre in it, so we need it for that too. The solar cells are mostly to operate the electric lights in the kitchen, since oil lamps really don't give off a huge amount of light, and sometimes during the winter, with no natural light, it gets pretty hard to see in there, so they're just nice to have, granted, we still need both, but we might be able to upgrade everything to newer LED lights, which'd give us way more light, using way less power. There's a few other things that we can use on power if and when we want, but nothing of any real importance. We also won't worry about that stuff this weekend. Maybe we'll come out here for a week or two and get everything all fixed up.”

“Oh, okay, that sounds good, but what about school?”

“Don't worry about it, you're so far ahead anyway, that a week or two here and there won't affect you. I have an idea you might like anyway, but don't bother asking, I won't tell.” Gord grinned.

“Fine.” Dawson huffed indignantly.

They continued their tour of everything, even going back inside and checking out the basement, and Gord was right, it is a pretty nice theatre in there. They pulled off all the protective plastic from everything in there as well, then stored that plastic too. So far there was no rodent damage or signs anywhere, so that was excellent. Also, other than being dusty, it seems the entire place had fared very well for having been shut up for roughly eight years. Gord had thought of letting his friends use it, but at the same time, without himself being able to do so, he did not feel it fair, and the past several years, they had all pretty much fallen out of touch, with Gord not being able to leave David all that much, but once more, that affected them more than he anyway, they were always welcome to come over, but few ever did.

“So, what do you think of our humble little cabin now?” Gord asked.

“Humble, little, and cabin do not belong in the same sentence when talking about this place. It's amazing. Almost shocked to not find a bearskin rug, to tell you the truth.”

“No, you're probably right, and there was one here, but I think it belonged to someone else, so they likely took it. I'm glad that everything that belonged to us is still here though. Granted, next to no one even knows this place is even here.”

“Oh. Not sure I want a bearskin rug, but maybe one of those large sheepskins we saw at Ikea would be cool in the living room. It almost seems the sorta thing that should be here.” Dawson chuckled.

“Not a bad idea. We'll probably haveta go shopping and get a few things anyway, so we could easily go there and get one. As for tonight though Baby, I think it's time for bed.”

“It's not that late yet.”

“No, but it's gonna get dark real soon here, and there's no point in lighting the lanterns. I also have a gift for you, something that I think you'll appreciate once you get some alone time.”

“Really, you brought me a toy to play with?”

“Sure did, though it might be a touch too big for you, since it's one of my small ones, so you'll haveta be careful and go slowly.”

“Oh wow, I just went super hard right away.” He sighed.

“I'll just bet you did, and it shows. So, come on upstairs, I'll get you your toy and the lube, as well as all the diaper change supplies, just try and remember to change your soggy baby diaper before you pass out for the night.”

“I make no promises. I haven't had an orgasm in more than a week.”

“Me neither, and I plan to play tonight too, so let's see which one of us lasts longest and or passes out, we'll compare notes in the morning.” Gord grinned.

“That sounds so wrong, talking about something like that with my dad, but heck yeah.”

“To most, I'm sure it would be, but not for us.”

They headed upstairs, and Gord grabbed all that Dawson was about to need, and told him to go have himself a good fucking night, Dawson only groaned out his agreement. He took everything and headed to his bedroom for the night, threw it all on the bed, and then jumped in behind it after very rapidly stripping off all his clothes.

Dawson grabbed the lube, poked a hole in the back of his diaper, started fingering himself to open up to what was to come, and as soon as he felt he was ready, he lubed up the dildo as well, and then started working it inside himself. The dildo is not small, by any stretch of the imagination, or the anus, but it is no larger than Dawson is capable of taking, and as soon as it started slipping into him, he did not stop until he could push it in no further.

Dawson paused for only a few moments once the dildo was as far inside him as he could take, and then started pulling it back out again. He let it slip all the way out, and then slipped it all the way back in, and then that was it, he exploded in his single most powerful orgasm to date. Without even touching his dick once, Dawson came huge, and had he actually shot, he would have probably flooded his diaper.

A minute later, Dawson came down from his most amazing baby boygasm, and then continued right on going, and proceeded to truly fuck himself good with a dildo that most little boys his age would find uncomfortable, if not downright painful, but he only sighed deeply once it was fully inside him.

Orgasms two and three took at most a minute each, and then four and five took longer, close to five minutes each, then orgasms number six, seven, and eight, for there was an eighth, all took close to ten minutes each to achieve, yet Dawson never once truly stopped, he just kept right on going, enjoying himself fully. By the time Dawson was done, and his erection just shrank right down, his diaper was in ruins, there was diaper gel spread over half his bed. It took almost ten minutes for him to come down, and though he did not actually pass out, it was close.

Finally Dawson came down, saw the mess, and laughed out loud. He got up on incredibly shaky legs and cleaned up as much of the mess as he could, taking his diaper off before doing so, so as not to make even more of a mess. In the end, there was only so much he could do, and ended up leaving some of it. He changed himself, and just as the last of the dying daylight faded, he curled up and sleep overtook him.

Gord had almost as much fun, though he only came six times, and he too managed to stay awake long enough to get himself changed, and he too ended up leaving some of the mess, though he had been wise enough to lay a towel down to catch most of it. Though it did not help entirely, it did keep his mess much more contained. He then curled up as well and passed out completely.