Telling A Friend I Like Diapers
TELLING A FRIEND I LIKE DIAPERS
I began to wear diapers at age 12, due to complications following two abdominal surgeries, the first from a ruptured appendix where the toxins released when systemic and damaged various internal organs. Immediately following, doctors needed to partially dissect my bladder as there was no blood flow and I was brought back into surgery to remove about 1/3 of my bladder.
I remained in the hospital a total of 6 weeks, and after catheters were removed, I remain incontinent for a year and continued to wear diapers at night and whenever I may not be near a bathroom until I was close to 16.
Occasionally throughout my life, I wet the bed, but as I got older, it was few and far between. At 18 y/o, I was going thru difficulties with failing grades, few friends who I liked or trusted, a dysfunctional family life and a lack of confidence and low self-esteem. I had thoughts about diapers and tried them again and discovered the affect of feeling safe and secure, though I did not wear often, a few hours at a time.
When I was about 35, only once in a great while would I think to put one on, I would go literally months and years without one. I met this guy who began to work at the same business I was, and I remembered him from high school.
Though we knew of each other in school, we never became friends. He had recently gone through a tough divorce and once we became friends, he would often stay at my place by falling asleep on the couch; at the time he was holding down 2 full time jobs.
I bought a boat that I kept on a slip at a marina, as a child I grew up living near the ocean and I had always hoped that some day, I would again. He and I nearly every weekend, and sometimes with others from work, we would spend the night aboard and the entire weekend fishing.
He and I became best friends and after 2 or 3 years, he bought 15 acres of land with a run down hunting cabin on it, which he subsequently fixed up. There were no utilities, no power, water or sewer, but he made due and enjoyed his solitude in the woods.
I helped him out by helping with some of the work, shingling the roof, replacing doors and windows and much of the interior work. He and I always took time out to hike through the woods, climb a few hills and at night, have a few beers next to the wood shove and play a few hands of cards or cribbage.
One afternoon, he and I talked about our high school days, people we knew in common, teachers and stories about things we did or about other people. He mentioned this one girl, who happened to be my best friend thru junior high until she and I graduated from high school.
I told him how well I knew her and that she and I, along with a few others, often played strip poker. He asked me to say more about how we played the game, and if we really stripped naked. I told him that we actually played quite modestly by each of us sitting around a dining room table, so none of us were fully exposed.
I then told him about one early evening, when this girl, her friend Kathy, Paul and I, decided to ante up the stakes. The four of us went into the bathroom; locked the door so that her younger brother and sister would not walk in on us; the 4 of us stripped naked.
What we were to do, was determined between the girls, who had the largest breast and who was larger, Paul or I. I explained to my friend, that though it was visually obvious who was the larger, it was said that we had to use our hands to measure to determine the winner. Paul and I measured the girls breast with our hand and the girls did similar on him and me.
I then told my friend, that this was not good enough, that everyone had to measure each other. My friend thought about that for a moment and said, you mean that the girls touched each other and you and Paul; and I simply said yes. I did not know exactly what he might say or how he would react, but after a moment, he said cool.
The next day, he and I went hiking, it was a warm spring day and half way up the hill through the woods, we came to a clearing and sat down in the sun. He and I talked about our school days again and he asked me if he could ask me a personal question. I said sure, anything.
He asked me if I had ever been with a guy. I thought for a moment as I was not sure how to answer and I told him that I had. He asked me if it was with Paul, and I said yes. He asked me if I had been with others and I told him that I had. I then asked him if he had, and he told me quite honestly, no, but he admitted that he had thought about it.
We continued our walk and returned back to the cabin and made ourselves a late lunch, a few beers and relaxed. We again talked more about ourselves. I told him that when I was 12, I lived with an aunt in Canada.
He asked me how that came about. I explained to him about the surgeries that I had and that I wore diapers until I was 16. He thought that was hilarious, but then apologized.
He asked if I like living in Canada and with an aunt; I told him what I tell everyone, that my aunt and I got along great, as long as I did exactly what she told me to.
I then told him that while living near St. John, New Brunswick, that I attended a private academy with a curriculum towards drama and theatre, art, music and the performing arts. He asked me what I studied, I told him my electives were piano and that I studied ballet for 3 years. He said, "your kidding" I said no, I am quite serious.
We got back on the subject of talking about the surgeries that I had and wearing diapers. A number of times he made a few jokes, I just chuckled. One was something about how convenient it must have been to simply go, when you had to go. I laughed and said yes, wearing diapers had some benefits.
He mentioned something about getting old and wearing them while in a nursing home, and I then told him that once in a while, I will still wear diapers and of course, he asked why. I told him the truth, when I feel down and lonely, I'll put one on and I described how I feel when I do.
When I was finished, he did not laugh, he seemed sympathetic and understanding. I told him that I brought some with me and I threw out to him; would you like to try one. I was joking of course, but he said sure, why not. I now through that he was kidding, he said no, go get them.
I brought 2 disposable back with me from my duffle bag and set them down on the table between us. He unfolded one, looked it over and asked if it would fit him. I told him that they fit me fine and that he and I are about the same size. He asked me if I was going to put it on, and I said yes.
I laid the diaper on the carpet and unfolded it. I was not certain if he would be offended or not if I put in on in front of him; I asked him if he was going to watch, he said he wanted to see how I put it on. I went and brought back baby powder and lotion, he just shook his head, I told him that we can't wear diapers without these on.
I pulled off my shirt and everything else and down on the diaper and quite tightly wrapped it around. He commented that I was an expert at it, and I told him that I've been at this for a long time. When I was finished, I got up and asked him how I looked. I think his reply was, you look ridiculous!. I laughed and said, now your turn.
He also choose to remove everything and even put his backside near the wood stove to warm it up a bit. He then sat down as I had. He tried to pull the flaps over, but messed up the tape. I told him to stay where he was, that I would bring him another.
I was about to hand it to him, but he said, maybe you ought to put it on me, so I knelt down next to him and told him to lie completely back. I noticed that he had become a little aroused while lying there, so I sprinkled quite a bit of baby powder down onto him and then squeezed out a little baby lotion onto my fingers and I began to spread it around without touching his private, but he got quite hard anyways, so I applied some there as well.
I tightly wrapped the diaper around him, I got up and went back to where I was sitting and asked him if he wanted a beer and play cards. He and I did not say much for a while, until finally, he said to me, that was awesome you know. I said what. He said, the diaper. I asked him if he would do it again, and he said, definitely, but next time, he would return the favor to me.
He and I continued to be best friends as if nothing had happened, and occasionally when he and I are together, and in the mood, we put each other into diapers, sit around and maybe play cards a little while we are at it.
Written By: Ian
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