My First Summer
MY FIRST SUMMER
I wore diapers from age 12 and until I was close to 16. Bed wetting was the norm and all too often sent home from school after my diaper leaked through my clothing. And a few times after wetting and/or getting into arguments and fights with classmates who harassed me.
As a result of two back-to-back abdominal surgeries, the last to partially dissect my bladder, doctors told my mom that my bladder was spasmodic and this condition may or may not correct itself over time. Needing constant medical care and financial support, I was sent to live with an aunt in Canada as she was able to provide the attention and means I needed.
She and I got along wonderfully, as long as I did exactly what she expected and when she entertained her friends and clients, I was to be invisible and quiet. Though she made the suggestion that I come to live with her and she well knew and understood my condition; it did not take too many nights while living with her, for her to show resentment and impatience.
Fortunately for me, in many respects, she traveled for business often throughout Canada and the US, leaving me alone for several days; as well as providing to me a high standard of living that I was totally unaccustomed to.
It was apparent to me that she was not only embarrassed that I wore diapers, angered when I wet and stained the bedding and my clothes; she also told me I would never amount to anything. Despite all of this, I tried my best to please her, in small ways, as best I could.
During the work week, when she left for the office by 6 a.m., my day usually consisted of walking a few blocks to an uncle’s home where I spend much of the day. He had much patience and understanding with me. He even would make me laugh about the diapers I wore, saying things like how convenient they must be to wear and never worry about looking for a bathroom.
He and I spent hours together tying dry flies, fly fishing in the rivers and streams and after he taught me how to play cribbage and Rummy 500. He was not able to win often. While together, he would send me to the refrigerator to get him another beer and tell me to get one for myself if I would like.
My aunt never approved of me spending so much time with her brother. They never got along and often argued when together. She thought of him as an embarrassment to her and to the family name, as I apparently was.
When she was away traveling, I would spend some nights with him and his wife. He and I would escape to drive to the local dump and shoot rats at night as target practice. The day came, as I thought it might, when my time with my uncle was restricted. He often took it upon himself to defend me by telling my aunt to loosen up and allow me to be a kid.
My aunt fluent and connected with the social and political elite gave financial support to attracting and funding performing arts, such as live theatre, concerts, art, opera and ballet.
Within my first year of living with her she hired a music teacher to tutor me on the piano. And when this failed, as the teacher knew I had no interest or talent, I spent much of the next 3 years studying contemporary dance. Me being a 12 y/o boy taking ballet in the late 60’s did not help my cause making friends at school. It was another opportunity for boys my age to harass me further.
At first I hated ballet, but each time I went to the studio I learned to enjoy the art. Because of my weaken state following surgery, and being the age of entering puberty, I quickly grew in height and strength. And with ballet, running and biking, my body developed well to where when I was confronted by those same boys at school and on the streets, after I kicked a few butts, they quieted down and left me alone.
I think when she learned that my uncle had me drive his Jeep Cherokee 300 miles across New Brunswick Province while I was 14 and without a license, not only did she forbid me to visit him, she changed the course of my life.
One benefit that I had while living with her, she owned a camp on a lake and provided me with a small powerboat. I often went off fishing or just running the boat around the lake and when adults were around, we often went water-skiing.
Though the lake was 6 miles in length, there were only a dozen or so camps on the entire lake as it was located on private land owned by a paper mill and access to the lake was restricted to all but corporate executives and their family and guest.
The camp closest to us was around a bend in the lake and a 5 or 10 minute walk away and occupied by a girl 2 years older than me and her parents. She and I became friends and spent much of our time together while at the lake. She was attending a different school than I and lived quite a distance away, so we only saw each other during the summer or at company and other social events.
She knew that I wore diapers, that was no secret to anyone and only on occasion would she even mention it. The following summer when school ended, once again we reunited. I was now 13 and she 15 and noticeably changed for the better. What I noticed first was how mature she seemed, even for her age.
My aunt did not like to leave me alone at the camp when she was away. Her argument was some fear that I would drown if I went swimming in the lake. After some convincing and compromises on my part, she would leave me for a few days. Sue and I both enjoyed fishing and I taught her how to water ski and we would swim from our beach and boat dock or lay on the float in front of her camp to soak up some sun.
I became attracted to her. At first I thought that since we were just friends, and she older, I had a snowball’s chance in hell. At times she did seem more interested in me. I took these as the proverbial door was beginning to open up, but then she would pull away and we were just friends again.
One afternoon while alone at my aunt’s camp, she seemed more interested in me. We were talking about things that interested me, my family back home and about my life living with my aunt. She knew that I was taking dance but up until that day she never seemed interested.
She said that she had also once taken ballet and enjoyed it, but only as a pastime. Perhaps something her parents wanted her to do. She asked me to perform for her, a private audience as she said. I got up and went through a few basic movements and a poorly executed attempt at a cabriolet that I had recently been attempting to learn.
I moved back towards the couch as I thought she had seen enough but she wanted us to do a few together. I held her close which sent a few quivers through my body. Mid-way through our dual perform, she asked if I had my dance wear with me and if I had an extra pair of tights for her to wear. We went into my bedroom and I showed her what I had with me. She picked out a pair of black tights and a white leotard for her. Though men’s, these would fit her fine.
She moved me aside as she wanted to pick out what she wanted me to wear; a pair of white footed tights with a black leotard for me; we laughed that we were like checkerboards. She noticed that I had several dance belts and gave me one to put on.
After changing she took me by the hand into the front room. I played a music cassette of classical music and she and I try to coordinate and synchronize our movements together, but it did not matter as we were laughing and having fun.
After our encore, we collapsed down on the couch together and stayed close. The unitard I was wearing fitted tightly between my legs and did not cover my legs at all.
She placed her hand on my bare thigh and started to rub lightly and this sent messages throughout my mind and body. I became aroused, the already bulge formed by the dance belt showed evidence of this. I looked at her and she smiled back; I wanted more, but too afraid to move or speak. We stayed connected for a moment longer, perhaps she was processing what her next move would be or not.
She broke the silence and the moment, by asking if I needed to put a diaper back on; which at the time, was the last thing I wanted to hear. I said no immediately, but by her reaction I sensed this is not what she wanted to hear. We paused for a moment with a noticeable air of awkwardness, but I did not understand why.
As she got up off the couch; she took my hand and lead me back into my bedroom. She said that I need to change. When we entered the room, she looked around. I did not know what she was looking for. She asked me where I kept my diapers. Then seeing them near my bed she unfolded one and laid it on the edge of my mattress. She said simply, but firmly, get undressed, I’ll diaper you.
I again hesitated, but took off the leotard and dance belt and sat on the diaper. She asked about powder and lotion, on top of the dresser I said. She turned back around towards me, told me to lie back. I was again hesitant as by this time, I was quite semi-erect and embarrassed to have her see me that way.
She took charge as if this was something that had to be done, she covered me with baby lotion, and followed with baby powder. She tried to wrap the cloth diaper between my legs, she again commented about my quite apparent erection as it was making it difficult to wrap the diaper on me. She soon completed the pinning of the diaper and brought me by the hand again back into the front room.
We sat together; not saying much, a few smiles, but another moment of awkwardness. Then, as if to break the still she said that was fun, we need to do that again sometime. I looked at her, wondering what that meant. The dancing, the diapering or what. And she answered my thoughts by saying she liked seeing me naked. I chuckled and smiled.
She said she liked seeing me naked and asked if I had been with a girl before. I tried to act mature and wanting to say yes of course but I said no, not like that. She told me that I looked cute in a diaper and noticed that it was loose and near falling off of me and tried to fix it to fit better.
She told me that sometimes she goes skinning dipping and asked if I ever had. I said yes, I like to swim naked I told her. She asked if I did this in front of my aunt and I said yes that I have. She doesn’t mind Sue asked? My aunt has seen me naked.
Does she change your diaper for you? She used to when I first came to live with her. I guess she thought she had to and I could not do it for myself. You did not mind her changing you? I did at first, but I never said anything to her that I could do it myself. Did you like her changing you? Yes, it was nice at times, I felt she was giving me some attention and liked doing it, so I just let her.
What about skinning dipping, you just go into the water naked? No, not exactly. Sometimes I go swimming in my underwear when my swim suit in wet or dirty or have nothing else to swim in. She caught me naked once, I took off my suit and left it on the dock and where I could put it back on before getting out of the water.
She noticed it there one day and did not say anything. I did it again and she came out and called me in. She stood there and waited for her to walk away, but she did not. I was not certain what to do, so I went over to get my suit off the dock. She told me not to bother putting it on, she said that I had nothing to hide as she has seen me before.
So, afterwards I would swim naked and she never told me not to so I kept doing it. My parents know that I swim naked too, but they give me my privacy. I’ve caught them several times as well. Well, there is nothing wrong with skinning dipping as long as no one is offended or embarrassed by it.
Well Ian, I’ve got to get home, I had fun with you today. Your aunt is away, so you are alone tonight? Yes Sue, she’ll be back tomorrow night. Is it okay if I come over later after supper and stay a while? We can listen to music and talk if you would like. Okay Sue, that would be great.
Ian, maybe we can have some more fun too. By that time this diaper will be wet and I can change you again. I’ll give you a bath too if that is okay with you? Sue, that would be fun. If I wet before you get here, I’ll wait for you to change me.
Ian, do you poop in your diaper also? Sometimes I do Sue. If you do Ian, I won’t change you, you’ll have to do that yourself, but I’ll give you a bath if you do. I’ll see you later Ian, maybe when I come back, we can go skinning dipping after it get dark. Sue and I laughed, she left but came back as promised.
We went swimming together that evening, she gave me that bath she promised and several diapering's. The rest of the summer was similar between Sue and me, diaper changes, skinny dipping when no one was around to see us together. She and I danced together which always seemed to lead to making love afterwards, which I did not mind at all.
Written By: Ian
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