Daveys Story

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DAVEY'S STORY

The 2012 Re-write

Copyright © 1998 by JD

Rewrite Copyright © 2011 by JD

Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

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Chapter 9: My New Friend and a Lost Friend

"Last one to the top is a rotten egg!" As soon as Billy yelled this out he took off in a flash.

Billy had finished his breakfast so fast, that I was sure he didn't even taste it as it went down. He then stared at me impatiently as he waited for me to finish my own breakfast. I had just stuck the last bite of my pancakes into my mouth when he yelled out that challenge.

"Hey, no fair!" I yelled out with my mouth still full pancakes. Of course it didn't come out sounding anything like that as little pancake projectiles flew from my mouth. Luckily they did not hit anyone so I did not get yelled at. Besides Dad and Uncle Justine were deep in discussion at the moment.

There was no way I was going to allow this twerp to beat me by cheating. Before I even finished swallowing, I shot after Billy; trying my best to beat him to the McDonalds Playland fort.

As I got close to him, I reached out and grabbed the back of Billy's shirt and yanked, causing Billy to stumble. This was all I needed to pull ahead of him. I couldn't help myself, I blew him a raspberry at him as I flew past him. I ended up making it to the fort a couple of seconds ahead of him.

"Boys! Please slow down! We don't want anyone to get hurt today!" I heard my dad yell after us. He must have looked over our way when he heard all the noise we were making.

I knew he wasn't too upset with us as I heard him and Uncle Justin laugh as they watched us race to the top of the fort. I am sure we looked downright goofy, a couple of big kids playing in the Playland area. There were only a couple other kids playing in there but they of course were much younger than Billy and me.

As I reached the top in triumph I couldn't help boasting my win over Billy. "Ha ha, you're a rotten eeeeegg." I sung out teasingly.

"Hey, no fair! You cheated!" Billy accused.

"What, me cheat?" I asked in a serious voice, trying my best not to laugh.

Billy glared at me as he reached the top next to me. "Yes you cheated; I would have won if you hadn't grabbed my shirt!"

"Well, I wouldn't have had to cheat if you hadn't done so first. I was just evening the odds is all." I said jokingly.

I slid down the slide, but stopped myself before coming out the end, so that when Billy slid down next, he crashed into me. Both of us ended up laughing at ourselves. I guess we both needed this after the stress of what happened the other day.

For the next half hour we played as if we were little children. Dad finally announced that it was time to go and no matter how much we begged to be able to stay, he insisted that we needed to go back to the hotel.

"Hey Dad, can we please go to the park we went to yesterday?" I begged.

"Hmm, I don't know. Your Uncle and I were thinking about spending some time at the pool."

"Dad Pleeeaaassssseeeeee!" I whined. "You can drop us off and come back and get us later?"

"I don't know about that, besides, Billy's parents expect him back." Dad said hesitantly.

"Mr. Brown, I am sure my parents won't mind." Billy tried to persuade my father.

"Yeah, you could let Billy use your cell phone and he could call his parents and get permission." I added, hoping that Dad would give into my logic.

I knew that Dad wasn't ready to have me out of his sight for any long periods, but I needed him to see that I was due for some trust and independence. So I pleaded and begged for him to let us go to the park alone. So far, since I have been staying with Dad, he rarely let me out of his sight when away from the house. Add to that, the fight that I was involved in the other day, and you can understand why he was so hesitant with this request.

Dad looked at both of our hopeful faces before finally succumbing to our pleading.

"Okay, if I let you go to the park and Billy's parents agree to let him go as well, do you promise me that you will stay at the park and try to avoid any fights?"

I could tell from Dad's facial features, that he was still having difficulty agreeing to this but I knew I had won this little battle.

"Dad, I swear, I will be good and not get into any fights."

Finally, Dad broke down to my pleading. "Okay, but first Billy needs to get permission from his parents. I would feel a lot better if you were together."

With that said, Dad handed Billy his cellphone so that he could call his mom and dad and ask them about being able to go to the park. When Billy's face lit up, I knew he had succeeded in obtaining his parents' permission.

He handed the cell phone back to my dad. "My mom wants to talk to you." He announced.

Dad took the phone and had a brief conversation with Billy's mother. Only being able to hear one side of it, all I could figure was that she was letting Dad know that she was okay with Billy going to the park with me.

After Dad hung up the phone and told us that we could go, I started to help collect all of the trash from our table and dispose of it. I was about to head for the exit, that is until Dad called me over to him.

"I think we should check your diaper and maybe change it before we leave." Dad whispered softly so that Billy would not be able to hear him.

A part of me didn't want to do this because I knew that Billy would instantly be suspicious when dad and I both went into the 1 person bathroom together. Still though, I knew that I had wet quite a bit in it already, and the last thing I wanted to do was start leaking while at the park.

Dad could see the hesitance that I was feeling and gave me a reassuring smile before grabbing my makeshift diaper bag, which he must have gotten out of the car while Billy and I were playing. He then took my hand and guided me towards the bathroom. I didn't look back, but I was sure that Billy's eyes were burning a hole into my back, a hole that burned into me all the way to the bathroom.

Once Dad locked us inside, I felt much better. I undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles while Dad spread out my matt onto the floor.

"Okay buddy, lay down on your matt for me." Dad softly instructed me. Of course I knew the ordeal by now, so I was already in the process of doing as he instructed.

"Wow! It looks like we were just in time. It appears that your diaper is about as full as it can get. Maybe I shouldn't let you drink so much pop!" Dad teased.

Dad quickly undid the bloated diaper and wiped me clean. He then got the new diaper ready and placed it under my bum, which he stopped and studied a little before taping the diaper onto me.

"Looks like your rash is getting bad again." He announced.

Dad then started digging through my bag until he located the cream that the nurse had given him for my rash. Once he found it, he coated my entire diaper area with the cream. As he did this, I found myself getting embarrassed as my little fire hose stiffened at its full length of about a little over two inches. I had been noticing that I have been getting stiffies like this quite a bit lately, especially when someone was touching me down there like Dad was doing now. As for Dad, he completely ignored the fact that my little fire hose had now become my big stiff fire hose.

Once Dad was sure he had my entire diaper area coated with the cream, he then cleaned his hands off and then dusted me with a coat of baby powder before taping the diaper securely on me.

Dad helped me up and pulled my pants up for me, letting me zip and button them though. I went to the sink and washed my hands while Dad gathered my diaper things and put them all back into my bag. When we came out of the bathroom, Uncle Justin and Billy were nowhere in sight.

"Where did they go Dad?"

"They are probably out waiting for us in the car."

Dad had been right. We found them waiting for us and as I got into the backseat next to Billy, I could see a million questions on his face. I prayed to God while buckling my seatbelt, that Billy would keep those questions to himself. As I was not sure I was ready yet to answer them. The whole ride over to the park I could see that Billy was trying his best to hold off the questions. I am guessing he was doing this until we were at least alone. So the ride over to the park was unusually quiet for me.

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As I watched Dad and Uncle Justin drive away after dropping us off at the park, I couldn't help feeling something different. For the first time since I had been living with Dad, I was actually out on my own without his or another adult's supervision. Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with my dad, but a guy has got to have time to himself every so often. Then again, I really wasn't alone as I was with Billy. Still Dad didn't leave us until he was sure that we were going to follow his instructions clearly. Before he left, he briefly went over the rules. Mainly that we were not allowed to leave the park for any reason and that when we wanted to come back to the hotel, to call him. Dad gave me his cell phone so that we could do this. He showed me how to look up Uncle Justin's cell phone number by using the voice recognition program in his own phone.

Finally as he started to leave he kissed me on the cheek and ruffled my hair. "Now Squirt..." He smiled when he saw me get angry at his use of `Squirt'. "...have fun and stay out of trouble." With that said, he got back in the car with Uncle Justin and drove away.

"Boy, I didn't think they were ever going to leave us alone." Billy breathed.

"Yah, me too." I agreed. "So what do you want to do?"

"You want to swing?" Billy asked.

I just nodded and then took off towards the swings. Like Billy did earlier this morning, I laughed and shouted out, "Last one to the swings is a rotten egg!"

I found out one thing that day! Billy could sure run! It was like he strapped a jet pack on his back, because he quickly passed me and made it to the swings far ahead of me.

"Looks like you lost this time." Billy teased.

"Wow you can really run fast!" I breathed heavily when I caught up to him at the swings.

"You really think so?" Billy asked proudly.

"Yah, I do."

"Cool, I guess I didn't know I was fast."

For the next half hour or so, Billy and I told each other jokes, and talked about kid stuff while swinging on the swings. Both of us were doing our best to not bring up the beating I received the other day. Still, I could sense that Billy wanted to talk about it. I figured that the only reason he hadn't brought it up yet, was because, he was afraid that it would make me uncomfortable.

"Hey Billy?" Billy looked at me expectantly. "Soooo... Did your brother get punished for making fun of me?"

I saw a relief look in Billy's eyes and knew instantly, that I had been right. He had wanted to talk to me about it after all.

"Yeah, Dad gave him a spanking. I am sure by the time that Dad was done whipping him; Scotty's butt was redder than Krypton's sun." At this, Billy got real serious. "Davey, you do know that I had nothing to do with that and am very sorry that you got beat up."

"I know you didn't have anything to do with it. I don't blame you for anything." I then held out my right hand to him. "Friends forever?"

"For sure!" Billy said enthusiastically as he took my hand and shook it.

"So are you okay now?"

"Yeah, my eyes are still a little sore, but the pain medication they gave me works pretty good. Plus it feels great just to be outside with a friend."

"Cool, too bad though we don't live in the same town." Billy brooded a little. "It is going to suck when we have to leave."

I knew where he was coming from. So far, Billy was my only real friend I had. I am not sure why, but I have always had a hard time making friends.

"Then again, maybe it's because no one wants to be a friend to a baby pants wetter." I thought sullenly to myself.

It was now that I remembered that I saw Billy wearing a diaper this morning when he got out of his bed. I began to wonder if he would be okay with me knowing he wore diapers to bed. Something told me that if he wasn't willing to tell me, then he wasn't going to be too happy to find out that I saw him in his diaper. I decided for now not to bring up that I saw him in a diaper. Besides, it would open up the conversation about me wearing diapers and I too thought I was not ready for this discussion quite yet.

Billy brought me out of my thoughts by grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him. "Let's get on the teeter totter!" Billy yelled excitedly.

I laughed at Billy's over eagerness and excitement and allowed him to pull me behind him all the way to the Teeter-Totter. Something about Billy, something special in him made me feel like a kid again. For so long I had to fend for myself and deal with problems no kid should ever have to, that I have at times forgotten what it feels like to be just a kid.

As we played on the teeter totter, some of my past memories found their way into my forethoughts. I tried my best to put all the bad thoughts and feelings into a locked box but was obviously failing miserably. The memory of my dream that I had last night came back to me and suddenly I found myself crying. Now I wasn't like crying big time out-loud. I was crying silently to myself, so it was the tears falling down my cheeks that alerted Billy to the fact.

"What's wrong Davey?"

"Nothing," I said as I tried to rub the tears away that were leaking from my eyes.

I knew Billy wasn't buying it at all. In fact, he too looked like he might start crying at any second.

"You're not upset at me, are you?" Billy asked, and looked like he was about to lose it at any moment. "I didn't do something wrong did I?"

I could tell that Billy was fearful that he might have just ruined our friendship somehow. I really didn't want him thinking that but in order to convince him otherwise, I would have to tell him what happened. I wasn't sure if I was yet ready to talk about this and haven't even really talked about it yet, with my own Dad. The only person I have even spoken to about it was Doctor Brice, and with her I hadn't really opened up about all of it.

"Maybe... Just maybe it was time that I talked about it." I thought to myself. "Maybe Billy was the one that I could open up with." I thought. So far, the only two that I felt I could have opened up to was Harold and another good friend that I had made during my time at Grandmothers. The problem was that neither was here right now, nor could they help me, and Billy was.

Like the day we met, I felt a powerful urge to purge myself from the sadness and horror I was feeling now. I felt a strong feeling deep in me. A feeling like I could tell Billy everything and that he would really truly understand.

"If I told you something, do you promise not to tell another soul about it?" I asked Billy as I finally made the decision to open up to him.

"Sure Davey. I would never tell anyone, even if they cut off all my toes."

I couldn't help myself; I burst out in laughter at Billy's weird response to my question.

"Well, you can tell if they start cutting them off." I chuckled. "It's not as important as your toes."

I then began my story of my past, my mom, some of the stuff that Tony did to me, and my stay at Grandmother's. I included my dreams I had last night. I even told him about the dream of me being the detective that my dad had hired to find me. Finally, I started to tell him about the dream that woke me up early this morning, screaming. The one I didn't even remember having until Dad said something about my yelling out last night. I included how a friend I made during this time saved my life while at Grandmother's. Saved it from insanity that is.

Amazingly, I found it easier to talk about than I thought I would; and once I got started, I soon found myself lost in the retelling of my memories! In fact, so lost, that I didn't even realize that I was admitting to Billy my deepest and most embarrassing secret ever, the secret that at 10 years old that I had to wear diapers all the time!

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"I had been now at Grandmother's for almost 2 months. During that time I had to deal with her abuse, both physical and emotional. I also had to deal with the crap I got from the kids at my school. Because of all this, I did my best to stay away from anyone who could possibly make fun of me." I explained to Billy.

"I am sorry about that." Billy sadly replied. "No one should ever be treated like that."

I nodded and continued. "I truly felt all alone in the world and was quickly realizing that I could only count on myself. That is, if I was going to survive. Of course though, I had many times considered killing myself, especially after one of Grandmother's tirades. I guess the only thing that kept me from going through any plan, was the fact that I didn't have a clue on how to do it. Of course I could have just shot myself, but then Grandmother didn't own a gun. I thought about using a knife to cut either my wrist or my neck, but I found it hard to get past the idea of all the pain that would cause me before I died. I even considered hanging myself, but I didn't know how to tie the rope so that it would kill me when I dropped, which would then bring me back to the pain issue. In the end I decided that fate would not allow me to kill myself at this point. So I decided to keep my eyes and ears open and maybe something would eventually present itself to me. As for the time being, I just avoided everyone else as much as humanly possible."

"Davey, I am so glad you didn't kill yourself!" Billy looked as if he might cry.

"I know this all sounds depressing but as the days went by I felt myself becoming fractured, my mind that is. I no longer had anyone, including my protector Harold; my stuffed bear who up until this point helped me keep my sanity. I never really truly knew how much I relied on Harold until he was gone. Harold was my last grip on my childhood and with him gone, I found myself slipping away into the dark abyss of my mind."

As Billy listened to me, I saw a few tears had found their way down his soft cheeks. "I use to have a teddy bear as well. I am not really sure whatever happened to him though. I am sorry you no longer had Harold." Billy sympathized.

Again I nodded my head in agreement. "At first I wasn't willing to just give up on him. I was positive that if I tried hard enough, I could reach out mentally and connect with Harold wherever he was at. For days I continued to try and mentally call out to him, in hopes of possibly communicating to him still. But in the end I had to face the truth, I would most likely never see or hear Harold again! This failure on my part made me feel worse and even more alone." At this I sniffled and wiped a thin strand of snot from my lip that was making its way down.

"I had to survive somehow and I had to do it without Harold. So, for the most part, I minded my own business and did my best to stay out of my Grandmother's way, and anyone else's for that matter. I didn't even try to make any friends as I knew it would only be a lost cause."

"If I was there, I would have made sure you had a friend!" Billy stated defiantly, as if he would not have taken `No' for an answer.

"Most of my free time, while not in school or doing my required chores, I spent alone in my room. For those times that Grandmother made me go outside, I eventually found a hiding spot not far away from the apartments. I know that she expected me to play around the apartment building but after she shooed me outside, she didn't even bother to check on me. As long as I showed up at the required time, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. So when I came across this neat hiding place in the thick bushes, one that I could hide out at until it was time to go back home, I quickly made it my new getaway spot. It was in a wooded area about a half a mile away from Grandmother's. So every time I was forced out of the apartment, I would make my way there."

I glanced over at Tommy and he nodded his head as if saying, "Go on, I am still with you." So on I went.

"One day after being shoved out the front door by Grandmother; I started to make my way to my hiding spot. At some point, I realized I was being followed. I spun around quickly to find a boy about my age, maybe a year or two younger, a few yards behind me. I frowned at the boy and then quickly dismissed him. Most likely he was just walking down the street minding his own business and wasn't following me after all. I then started once again on my way to my hiding spot, glancing behind me a few times to see if the boy was actually following me. As I made my way to the wooded area and left the sidewalk, I noticed that the boy continued to follow me. Once again I spun around and stared at the boy as if he was a piece of meat and I was a rabid dog. I then turned back towards the wooded area and my hiding spot and picked up my pace a little. I had hoped that the boy would have understood the look I gave him as meaning `go away'! Instead I heard the boy quicken his own pace until he caught up with me."

"I glanced back as the boy approached me. My first thought was, `He was going to just make fun of me like all the other boys did.' I again turned and this time, faced the boy in defiance. I stuck up my fists to let him know that if he wanted to fight, I was willing to give him one. But then the boy did something unexpected, he smiled. The smile immediately radiated warmth and friendliness; something that I haven't had a lot lately, even so I wasn't willing to take any chances by letting my guard down."

"`If you want to fight I will give you one!' I snarled."

"`On no, nothing like that! I just wanted to talk to you.' The boy said through his sincere smile."

"I wasn't really expecting such a friendly response so I was totally flabbergasted."

"`Why would you want to be my friend? No one ever wants to be my friend! Is this some sort of joke and you are then going to try and beat me up and tease me?' I asked, still with that snarl in my voice."

"`I just saw that you didn't have any and I am new here, so I don't have any friends either. I just figured we could be friends.' The boy kindly responded back to me."

"Now, it wouldn't have been the first time someone tricked me into thinking that they wanted to be my friend, only to later learn that they were really just setting me up for a fall. Then again, this kid seemed so much more honest than any of the others before him. He was indeed new around here as I had never seen him before. Maybe he didn't know yet that I was the weird kid, the one that all the other kids stayed away from other than to tease and humiliate him. As soon as he found out, he would of course not want to be my friend no longer. Or at least, that is what I assumed!"

"`Listen kid, you're better off being someone else's friend!' I shouted at him."

"`Why is that?' the boy asked me quite innocently."

"`Well... because I said so!' I fumbled over my words a little on this one as I didn't really know what to say to him."

"`Well, that's not a good reason.' He smiled again at me. `My name's Tommy. I live in apartment 2B... You live in Apartment 4C, right?' He asked me."

"Tommy caught me off guard here and I found myself just nodding my head in response to his question."

"`Cool! I thought so.' At this, Tommy stuck out his hand for me to shake."

"I wasn't really sure what to think of this kid. Personally, I had been planning on going straight to my hideout and having a good cry as I had another very bad day today at school and Grandmother of course couldn't care less."

"I looked at the stretched out hand and turned away from it..."

"What happened next?" Billy interrupted me.

"Give me a chance to tell you." I snipped at him, a little irritated at his interruption of my story I was telling him. I then found myself immersed in the retelling of the events of how I met Tommy.

"`Leave me alone! I just want to be by myself, can't you see that?' I asked rudely and somewhat out of control. In fact, so out of control that I found that I could no longer hold back the tears that I had been holding back since school got out. They came quickly without warning and began gushing out of me as the floodgates were yanked permanently open."

"I just stood there ashamed as cried and cried in front of this boy I didn't really know. I cried until the tears no longer were able to fill my eyes and I found myself dry heaving. That is until even that ceased. Through all of this, the boy stood there, never once making fun of me. He looked very concerned and I got the feeling that he was about to cry, himself."

"As I got myself under control, I found myself having such a hard time understanding why this kid would want to be my friend. I would soon find out that Tommy and I had a lot in common, which was why he needed a friend just as badly as I did. For now though, I was speechless as to why this kid was still standing there in front of me, wanting to be my friend. Especially after I just bawled like a baby in front of him."

Billy looked as if he wanted to say something again but I held up my hand to stop him. "Please let me finish." I sighed softly before continuing.

"For the first time, I took a real good look at this boy. He was about my size, maybe a half inch smaller. He had dazzlingly green eyes, and his hair was a blondish auburn color. Sort of like the color mine gets close to the end of summer. I am not sure why, but I found I was just now noticing the biggest thing about him. So big that it stood out even more than the ripped and torn clothing and dirt smudged face. I guess at first it was because I was so wrapped up in my own emotions to notice. But when I finally did notice, I could feel my chin drop and hit the ground. The whole front of Tommy's pants was wet, as if he had peed in them!"

"Seriously?" Billy asked in amazement. And when I gave him the evil eye, he immediately shut his mouth and acted as if he was zipping it up, locking it, and throwing away the key.

I cleared my throat, and then went on. "I instantly became speechless as I stared at Tommy's very wet pants. When my brain was finally able to work again, I found myself becoming very embarrassed. I guess it was because I knew how I would feel if I were in Tommy's place right then."

"`I-I-I am so so-so-sorry, I did-dn't mean to stare.' I stuttered badly in apology."

"`Oh this?' Tommy pointed to his pants. `No big deal, it happens all the time.'"

"`Huh?' I asked in shock and amazement. I wasn't quite sure if Tommy and I were on the same wave length here or not."

"He laughed at my confusion, though stopped when he saw my facial features darkened and realized that I might think he was laughing at me."

"Tommy then quickly explained, `I can't always tell when I have to go so I wet my pants all the time. I am use to it so I don't even notice it most of the time.' Tommy said dismissively about his wet condition. `In fact, I have even done it on purpose at times because I don't want to stop playing or doing whatever I am doing, just to go to the bathroom.'"

"I couldn't believe this kid was so open about his problem and acted as if it was no big deal. I guess after being beaten by my Grandmother and Tony for having my accidents, I found it hard to believe that someone could be as dismissive as Tommy was about it. Even my mother, who accepted the fact that I had accidents, didn't like it when I did have them. In a way I was like Tommy in the fact that I was use to the accidents, but I always felt like a baby when someone pointed them out to me, which is where Tommy and I were obviously different. Through all of this time I was thinking to myself but not saying a thing to Tommy, I was just blankly staring at him."

"`So?' He asked."

"Of course, since I was lost in thought, I was not paying attention. `Huh?' I was wondering if I missed something."

"Tommy just stared at me as if I had grown two heads or something. `Are you going to tell me your name?' He asked but before I could answer, he answered for me. `I know it already, I just thought you would like to tell me was all?'"

"I was still trying to wrap my brain around Tommy's attitude of his wet pants, so he caught me completely off guard when he told me he already knew who I was."

"I stared at him as I tried to clear my mind to wrap it around what Tommy was telling me. `Huh? You know me? How do you know me?' I fired one question after the other."

"Tommy just smiled. `You're Davey Long and you live with your Grandmother in Apartment 4C. You live in the same apartment building I live in with my Dad.' He rattled off."

"Now I was even more confused. How did this kid know so much about me? I was sure that this was the first time I even set eyes on him. I guess he was able to read the confusion in my eyes."

"`I go to the same school as you do but I am in 4th grade. You're in 5th right?' I was barely able to nod my head when Tommy went on. `I just started today but I moved in with my dad a couple days ago.' At the mention of his dad again, I noticed that Tommy's features seemed to darken. I found myself wondering if he hated his father as much as I hated my grandmother and Tony. `So I had seen you around the Apartment and I saw you after you left the nurse's office today.' Tommy explained."

"At the mention of the nurse's office, I became fearful. Did this boy already know about my having to wear diapers? It was one thing to have a-pants-wetting problem, but another to be a baby diaper wearer. As if on cue I got my answer."

"`Don't worry, I understand, see.' At this he again pointed at his wet pants which were at that exact moment becoming shinier and wetter as he pointed at them."

"In amazement, I stared at this kid's pants as he once again wet them in front of me. Never once did he get upset at me staring at him wetting his pants. I mean, this was something really personal and I know I wouldn't want to have someone staring at me wetting my pants opened mouth and stupid like."

"This was how I met Tommy!"

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"Wow! Are you telling me that Tommy just stood there and wet in front of you like he was giving you some show?" Billy asked and successfully once again interrupting my story and train of thought.

At first I scowled at him for interrupting me again, but I decided it was better for mine and Billy's budding friendship, to just let that go.

"Yah, I couldn't believe it myself. He just stood there and peed his pants and it looked like to me that he did it knowingly and on purpose! I would go as far as to say he did it just for me." I explained my theory to Billy.

"So you really think he did it on purpose?"

"Didn't I just say that!" I said a little irritated to having to repeat myself.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just shocked is all, but I guess with you being there, you were even more so than I am now at hearing about it."

I tried to wrap my brain around what Billy just said but I found it was giving me a headache to do so. So I just moved on, I wanted to make sure that he knew I was not mad with him. "I am sorry Billy; I don't mean to sound like I am upset with you. I will try not to let it happen again." I promised him.

We were no longer playing on any of the park equipment. Instead, we found a nice shaded place under a tree. We both sat there Indian style underneath that large tree. It was nice and cool under there and it gave us a good view of the park. So, as we talked, we kept an eye out for any other kids whenever they showed up. We were both hoping to meet up with some local kids and maybe play a game or something else. So far though, other than a mother pushing a baby stroller on the far side of the park, the park was empty. Of course it was most likely that the kids in this area were now in school, so they most likely wouldn't start showing up until after 3 or 3:30 PM.

I was not really sure how long Dad would let us stay here, but I was positive that he would be back for us before lunch time. I wasn't very hungry so I hoped that maybe I could convince Dad to let us stay longer. But of course, I forgot about the fact that Billy's parents most likely have plans of their own. In fact I was not even sure how long Billy had before he had to be back.

"Hey Billy; I was just curious, how late are your parents going to let you hang out with me today?"

I knew from what Billy stated that he, his half-brother, and his parents were here on some sort of vacation. This was kind of weird as like I had said, I believe school had already started across the country. The only reason I wasn't in school myself was that due to the trial, I had yet been able to start school. I can tell you this, I was glad. I wouldn't have to worry about hiding my lack of schooling for a while longer.

"I don't know to be honest. Maybe if it is okay with your dad, I can talk them into letting me stay with you for the rest of the day." He said hopefully.

"What about your vacation? Don't you have to spend that with your family?"

"Naw, I think they will be happy keeping me and my half-brother apart. Besides, the only reason we are here is that my dad has some stupid convention thing for his job, and my parents thought it would make a nice little vacation. Until we met, I had been bored out of my skull!"

"I see. I am really happy we met at the restaurant even though it was where I got the crap beat out of me." A slight smile spread on my lips as I realized the pun I un-intentionally made.

For the next several minutes, neither one of us spoke. I was about to start telling him the story again, when I remembered earlier events. I remembered the look that Billy gave me, or I should say the feeling it gave me as Dad had escorted me into the McDonald's bathroom. I knew that even though Billy wanted to hear my story about me and Tommy, he also really wanted to hear about what went on in the bathroom earlier, when my dad was changing me. He wasn't the only one though that wanted to hear something personal. I too wanted to know about what I had seen this morning when Dad and I went to the room his family was staying in. I was positive what I saw and I was positive that Billy didn't believe me the other night when I told him I don't have accidents normally.

No longer able to stand the silence, I finally blurted out, "I lied at the Restaurant. I have to wear diapers to bed and I really need them for daytime use, though I try to convince myself that I don't."

Again there was silence between us as I waited for Billy to respond. It didn't take me very long to get fed up with the silence. I couldn't stand not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you going to say anything?!" I almost shouted.

Luckily the park was still empty so my half shout hadn't disturbed anyone. Still I looked around nervously as if I was afraid my secret was being pushed along in the light breeze to where there were people who could hear it. I know, I know. It is ridicules for me to think like that, but I did.

After what seemed like several minutes but in fact was only a few split seconds, Billy responded to my question.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I already figured you were lying to me when you said that, and trust me when I say that I understand why." At this, Billy's face glowed with friendship. "...and now that you have told me the truth, I feel like we are truly friends who trust one and another. I am so glad that you feel you can finally trust me with this."

I didn't really know what to say and I felt a little guilty not trusting him sooner, then I remembered again this morning.

"You know, trust does go both ways." I tried to prod him gently into telling the truth about himself. When that didn't seem to go anywhere, I let him in on a little more. "You know this morning, when my dad and I went to your guy's hotel room, I saw you get out of bed."

I stopped for a moment and looked Billy straight into his eyes. He just gave me a look that seem to say `Go on, tell the rest. It's okay.'

"Anyway, when you got out of bed, your pajama bottoms were pulled down in back and I swear I saw you wearing a diaper. It also looked like it was sagging pretty good."

At this I felt like I had done something wrong against my friend and turned away from him in shame. It felt as if I had been spying on him. The other thing that just clicked with me; at the restaurant, I had lied to Billy. But never once did he, that I know of, lie to me. I had never asked him if he wet his bed or pants, so therefore it isn't quite the same. It was more of an omission on Billy's part than a lie. Who knows, if I had asked him, he might have just told me the truth.

What Billy did next shocked me.

"DANG I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!" Billy yelled excitedly.

He didn't seem upset at all. In fact he seemed happy about it.

"It was as if I had felt your eyes on my back, but then you never said anything so I began to doubt it!" He said this as if he had a weight lifted off of his chest.

"Okay, so you are not upset that I saw you wearing a diaper?" I asked surprisingly.

"Oh hell no!" at this, he slapped his hands over his mouth. I guess he was hoping I didn't hear him cuss.

"Um, sorry but it is too late, it is already out there. Besides..." At this I gestured my hand across the park. "...no one is around for miles to even care."

At this, Billy started giggling that quickly turned into hysterics and I soon followed. I am not sure how long we sat there laughing our ass off at something stupid, but my dad's cellphone rang and brought us back to earth.

I gave Billy the international sign meaning quiet, and answered the phone.

"Hello Dad."

"Hi Davey, it's your uncle."

"Oh sorry about that Uncle Justin, I thought you were my dad calling."

"Your dad wanted me to call you and check up on you and make sure you are okay." The voice from the other end of the line was loud enough so that even Billy could hear it.

"Were doing great Uncle Justin, we're just talking right now. I guess we are waiting to see if any kids show up at the park."

"I see, how would you like to come back to the hotel and go swimming."

"I don't know." I said honestly and then looked at Billy to see what he wanted to do.

Billy gave me a confused look and that was when I remembered that he was not able to hear what Uncle Justin was saying.

"My uncle wants to know if we want to go back to the hotel and go swimming."

"I would have to ask my parents but I don't see why not." Billy responded.

With Billy's answer I returned my focus to the person on the other end of the phone line. "Okay Uncle Justin, but can we come back after lunch? The kids should start showing up sooner or later." I asked hopeful.

"I don't know Davey; that would be up to your dad and Billy's parents."

"I see, oh well it is getting hot so the pool sounds like a good idea." With it being mid-August, the days could still reach the 90's or even the 100's. So far it had been unusually cooler, making a need to wear pants instead of shorts. It felt though that the cold snap was officially over as the temperature reached the high 80's or even the low 90's. And it wasn't even the hottest part of the day yet.

Since no one ever taught me how to swim, I didn't really do pools. My dad though promised to teach me to swim so I was looking forward to that. I have to be honest, I did have a quick flash of humiliation as to Billy finding out that I couldn't swim, but that went as fast as it came. I mean, my god. There were worse things that Billy knew about me and so far he still liked me. So when it came to me not being able to swim, I was pretty sure he would be okay with that as well.

"Okay Davey, I will be there to pick you guys up in a couple minutes. Can you wait for me where we dropped you off earlier?

"Sure, see you in a few Uncle Justin." And at that, the phone conversation came to an end.

As we walked over to where we were to meet my Uncle, I told Billy about how I was never taught to swim. He vowed right then and there to teach me how to swim before the day was over with. While we waited, we made plans for what we were going to do until we could return to the park. There was one thing though that I noticed. Billy seemed to constantly be staring towards my crotch, though he was doing this only when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't help but wonder if Billy was really wanting to see my diaper. At this, I decided to later give him that chance if he so wanted. I think in a way, Billy reminded me of Tommy.

It wasn't until later while swimming, that I remembered that we were interrupted by my uncle's call before we could talk about Billy wearing diapers.

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"Okay you're doing it, you're doing it!" Billy shouted and clapped his hands excitedly. "Just a few more feet and you will have made it!" I barely heard him say over the sound of all the splashing I was making.

I think I was just as excited about all of this as Billy was. We were currently in the hotel pool area, me in the pool and Billy jumping up and down along the ledge of it. At the moment, I was doggy paddling from one end of the pool to the other and I was within a few feet of making it. What was even better was that while Dad was still right there with me, I was actually doing it without his help.

As I reached the other side and then climbed out of the pool, I felt deep pride in my accomplishment. Only a few hours ago, I couldn't swim a lick. Now I was able to doggy paddle and even swim a little under water. Now I know I wasn't going to learn everything there was to know about swimming in just one day, but I was certainly going to give it a real good try. Billy and I had been having so much fun, we didn't realize that lunch time came and went. Now with this accomplishment behind me, I was starting to feel my hunger as my belly monster grumbled for attention.

"Hey Dad, what are we going to do for lunch? I am starving." And as if on cue, my belly grumbled loudly.

Dad laughed a little as he stepped out of the pool and grabbed a nearby towel to dry himself off. "It sure sounds like it." Dad then picked up his watch and looked at it. "Wow, it's later than I thought!" Dad exclaimed.

"How late is it?" Billy asked.

"Well, it is almost 2pm. So maybe instead of lunch, we should do a light snack and then have an early dinner around 5pm. How does that sound?" Dad suggested.

I frowned, "I guess, but I am pretty hungry." And again my stomach growled its displeasure at being empty.

"From the sounds of it Squirt, if I don't feed you soon; your belly monster is going to want to eat me!" Dad laughed.

I just ignored his joke. "What are we going to have as a snack then?" I asked as my belly demanded to know what it was about to receive.

"Hmmm... Well... How does a BLT and a few chips sound to you?" Dad asked.

"I don't know. What is a BLT?" I asked perplexed by the acronym.

Before Dad could say anything though, Billy answered the question first. "Wow, I thought everyone knew what a BLT was!" He exclaimed. When he noticed me looking at him in irritation though, he instead explained what it was. "A BLT stands for Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato sandwich. So you see it is called a BLT for short."

You know, for a kid who knows I can't spell worth shit, you would think he would have explained it more. Because I didn't know how to spell any of those words, I still had no clue as to what he was talking about. Of course, if I had seen it written down I am sure I would have been able to figure it out eventually. But with someone just saying it, I couldn't see it, therefore spell it. I was about to ask for clarification when I saw Dad looking at me strangely. I quickly realized that I was going to have to just take their word and drop it for now and just go with the flow, or otherwise Dad will know real quickly how stupid I really was. You know by now I should have realized that Dad was much different than Mom and was really into being there for me; because of this, I should have known that sooner or later Dad would find out. Still, I was not willing to accept this fact and truly hoped that I could keep it hidden from him. Finally giving up on the idea of why this sandwich was called a BLT it suddenly struck me what the sandwich consisted of.

"Yuck!" I said as my face started to show signs of how nasty the sandwich sounded. "Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato; ewwwww!"

"What's wrong with that?" Dad asked. He sounded sincere but he also looked like me might just break out laughing at any moment.

"Tomato and lettuce, I don't like them." I said with a sour face. "I mean maybe in a salad but on bread, it just makes it wet and yucky."

"Would you at least try it son?" Dad asked, this time with no sign of a smile or laughter.

"Do I have to?" I asked in a pleading voice.

Dad sighed, "Okay, peanut butter and jelly for you then I guess." At this I cheered, I mean I loved peanut butter and Jelly; tell me a kid who doesn't.

"Well, I guess I will let you guys go have your snack. Hey Davey, maybe we can still get together later and go back to the park." Billy looked sad as he suggested this.

"Hey Dad, can Billy come with us?" I begged.

"I don't see why he couldn't come with us. We are only just going to the restaurant here in the hotel. Do you want to join us Billy?" And as Dad asked this, Billy's face lit up. "I guess that means yes then!" Dad laughed out loud. "Okay, why don't you go and ask your parents, just to make sure that they are okay with it. While you are there, you might want to change into some dry clothes. When you are done, come back to our room and we will go down to the restaurant together. If for some reason your parents say no, please call us and let us know okay?"

"I sure will and thanks Mr. Brown!" Billy shouted excitedly and then took off in a flash.

Dad chuckled to himself as we watched Billy disappear. He then looked over to me and smiled. "How about I give my little swimmer a piggy back ride up to the room and get you cleaned up so that you can change into some dry clothes as well."

I smiled and when Dad lowered himself so that I could climb on his back, I was more than happy to jump on. In fact, I really got into the whole thing. "Giddy-up Horsey!" I said happily. And when Dad neared our hotel room I yelled out, "Whoa Horsey!"

I heard Dad laugh as he unlocked our door and then took me over to my bed and dumped me on it, where he then proceeded to tickle me to death.

"Daaaaaadddddddyyyyyyyy! Don't, you're gonna make me pee!" I giggled.

"Well we don't want that, at least not until we get you properly diapered.

You know, I was so excited about learning to swim that I never even thought about what I had been wearing. It is shocking to say, but I didn't even realize it at the time as Dad had help me in my swimsuit, that I hadn't realized that it wasn't a real swimsuit. In fact, as I was getting up and about to take off the suit was when I first realized this. It perplexed me and after checking it out some more I came to the conclusion that it must have been some sort of pull on diaper. I had of course totally forgotten about the whole swim diaper conversation that Dad and I had. So as I studied the pull-on diaper, I found some things strange about it. The main thing being that even though it looked like a diaper, it didn't feel like a diaper. I mean, I was in the water, it should have been bloated. I may not be the brightest bulb there is, but I wasn't dumb either. While at Grandmother's, I had one time accidentally dropped one of my diapers in the tub and was instantly amazed as I saw it bloat up really big like. So why didn't this diaper bloat up. Then another thought came to me and I instantly froze in embarrassment.

"Daaad! You had me in a diaper in front of Billy!" As I said this tears started to pour from my eyes. I was totally embarrassed and ashamed of myself. Dad tried to calm me down but in the end he just comforted me until I was able to shut off my tear faucet.

"I am sorry son, but remember our conversation we had this morning?" Dad asked me. When I shook my head no, Dad repeated what he had told me this morning. "Because you are not totally potty trained, the hotel requires that you wear a swim diaper." My dad explained. "I am sorry Davey, I should have insisted that you put on the swim trunks I got you, but you were so excited and eager to go that totally forgot about them. Please believe me that it was never my intention of forgetting your trunks and embarrassing you in front of Billy. Who knows, maybe Billy didn't notice." Dad tried to make me feel better but all it was doing was making me feel worse.

"He noticed, I know he noticed!" I said, upset by the fact that I was absolutely sure he had noticed. Of course, just a few hours ago I had been considering allowing Billy to see me in just my diaper.

"Now Davey, you don't know that for a fact. I mean, even you didn't realize it until now. I really don't think Billy was paying attention to what you were wearing and even if he did, he understands. So please do me a favor and calm down. Okay sport?"

I did notice that at least this time he didn't refer to me as Squirt, the little nick name he had been calling me today.

"Alright." I agreed and wiped the few straggling tears from my cheeks.

Now that I was calming down and feeling better, I went back to the thought I had before my breakdown. "Dad, if this is a diaper, why didn't it swell up in the pool?" I asked curiously.

Dad looked at me now with a smile. "I guess you really weren't paying any attention this morning." I just shrugged my shoulders and Dad continued. "Well son, it's because it isn't like an ordinary diaper. You see, this diaper was not made to contain pee, but poop. While it does contain small amounts of pee, most of it actually goes through the diaper. So for instance, if you peed in the pool..." At this dad looked at me kind of weird like, I wasn't sure, but it sounded like he was joking a little while at the same time being serious. "...and knowing my little Squirt here..." Dad lightly pinched my leg in fun and I noticed that he was again calling me Squirt. "...you did. Well that pee is being cleaned out by the chlorine and other chemicals in the pool. Now the question is did you poop while you were in the pool. Something told me that Dad already knew the answer to this; but to be honest, I didn't have a clue if I pooped while in the pool. I just shrugged my shoulders at Dad's question. "Well I am sorry to say but my little Squirt certainly does stink!" At this, Dad waved a hand in front of his face and laughed a little. "I tell you what, I am glad you were wearing it as there would be something floating in the pool right now.

I am not sure why, call it my gross side, but all of a sudden I found the idea of one of my turds floating around in the pool extremely funny. Again please don't fault me as I don't know why it was so funny. Maybe it had something to do with how upset I was just moments ago and that was the only way my brain could handle this information. Anyway I burst out laughing and this caused Dad to give a look that screamed "what's wrong with this boy?" Then again, I might be thinking too much.

As I calmed down, Dad went and gathered my diaper supplies and laid out my changing matt on my bed. "Okay my little Hyena; lie down on the matt so I can clean you up."

I was kinda confused by this request. "Dad, why can't I just pull them down like underwear?" Then a second question came to mind. "What is a Hyena?"

"Well son, I don't want the poop getting all over the place and it is just easier cleaning you up this way, Besides I figured you would rather wear a diaper so you don't have a noticeable accident in front of your friend. Also it will be much faster and we can have you all ready before Billy gets here." Everything Dad said made sense. So I complied without any further stalling. While changing me, Dad explained what a Hyena was.

"A Hyena is a small carnivore that can be found in Africa. They are reported to make a sound as if they are laughing hysterically, therefore the saying – Laughing like a Hyena." Dad explained.

As Dad told me about Hyena's, he proceeded to rip the sides of the swim diaper and used the cleaner part of it to wipe as much of the poop off my butt as possible. Dad of course was wearing gloves as he preferred to do when dealing with one of my messy diapers. He then put the poop filled diaper to the side and proceeded to use baby wipes to clean the rest of my messy bottom. Making sure he got every bit of poop evidence cleaned off of me in the process. He then applied the special diaper cream as he thought I still had signs of the diaper rash. He did forego the baby powder though as I thought it would make me smell too much like a baby. Now don't get me wrong, I have no problem with baby powder, I just didn't want to reek of baby powder in front of Billy. Finally he put a new diaper on me, making sure to get it nice and snug. When he was done he was about to dispose of my swim diaper but the curious mind of mine needed to see it. From what Dad was saying as he changed me, I certainly had gone a lot in the diaper. So before Dad could take care of the diaper, I offered to get rid of it.

Again, don't ask me why, but for some reason, I was proud of myself as I took the diaper to the toilet and emptied out its contents into the toilet bowl. Before I did this though, I looked inside of it and was amazed that I pooped so much without even noticing it. Again I experienced some sort of weird pride as I dumped the contents out into the toilet.

After flushing the toilet, I tied the diaper up in a small garbage bag for disposal on our way to the restaurant. I then quickly got dressed and while pulling on my shirt Billy showed up at our room and Dad let him in to wait for us to finish getting our socks and shoes on.

Billy decided to help me along by tying my shoes for me. Playing around I jokingly said, "Now slave, a back rub please." I smiled as Billy gave me the evil eye.

Now ready, we headed downstairs to the restaurant, with a pit stop to an outside trashcan to dispose of the diaper. Never once did Billy bring up the swim diaper I had been wearing before in the pool, or the mysterious bag we stopped to deposit along the way. I found a part of myself actually believing that I had gotten away with it after all; but I was to find out later, that wasn't the case!

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It turned out that our snack was not too bad. Both Dad and Billy got BLT's and potato chips and I got a really good toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I also got potato chips as well which I put some of them inside my toasted sandwich. We also had Mountain Dew to drink, well Dad had coffee and Billy and I had the Mountain Dew. You would think I would learn by now not to drink so much Mountain Dew.

"So my Parents said that if it is okay with you that Davey could spend the night in our room tonight. They said that it was the least they could do for you having to put up with me all day." And as Billy said this, a huge grin spread across his face.

As much as I would have liked to be able to spend the night with Billy, I just wasn't really ready to be away from my Dad overnight. I was still dealing with bad dreams and there was also my bedwetting problem and if I needed a change during the night, I wouldn't have Dad there to help me. Even though I didn't like the idea, Dad thought it would be good for me.

"Well that sounds like a great idea Billy. What do you think Davey?" And as Dad looked at me for my answer, he saw the terror in my eyes and knew that I wasn't ready yet. "I am sorry Billy but Davey's been through a lot lately and I guess he is just not ready yet."

Billy looked glum, "Oh okay. I guess I was just hoping as tonight will be the last night that we will be here for." At hearing Billy say this, I kinda felt bad. Still, I just wasn't ready to be away from my dad, in case I needed him.

"Maybe we can do something else." Dad suggested but didn't go any further into it.

As our snack proceeded, I felt my bladder give and then the wetness filling the front of my diaper. "Damn, I am glad I have a diaper on right now!" I thought to myself. I continued to pee for several seconds before the flow finally ebbed.

When Dad offered to take us back to the park, I considered for a moment having him change me before we left as I didn't want to end up leaking while we were gone, but at the same time, I didn't want to bring attention to it in front of Billy. Again, I know I was being stupid, will I ever get past all of that. Thinking about this made me think of Tommy again.

Tommy had been a real good friend right from the beginning; still it took me a while to fully trust him. When I did finally trust him, it no longer bothered me wearing diapers in front of Tommy. Tommy even changed my diaper for me at times. I also spent the night over at his apartment several times. Unfortunately, Grandmother would not let him spend the night at ours. She stated that having one pants wetting/shitting baby was bad enough and she refused to have another in her house. On the other hand though, she had no problem letting me spend as much time as I liked at Tommy's.

If only his dad wasn't an asshole, I would have practically moved in with Tommy. Still, Tommy's dad was rarely around. He reminded me a lot of my own mother, as he would stay out drinking into the wee hours of the morning. Eventually he would come crawling into the apartment, not caring that Tommy had been on his own all day, and passing out.

Tommy's dad was living on disability according to Tommy, so he didn't have to work. Instead he spent his time in the local bars from open to close. When they closed, he would make his way back home to sleep of his drunkenness.

Unfortunately sometimes his dad would start a fight and get thrown out of the bars early and when that happen he usually found his way home earlier in the evening. Still angry he would then drag Tommy out of bed and beat him badly.

I remember the first time I saw the bruises on Tommy's back. His father had used his belt on him just because he didn't wake up fast enough when his dad started to yell at him. It wasn't like any other remnants of a beating I ever saw. The welts were deep and there was dried blood caked in them from where he started to bleed.

I felt badly for Tommy when I saw those, and if it hadn't been for the fact of knowing exactly what Tommy was going through, I might have made the mistake of telling someone.

I wasn't dumb! I had once told my teacher when one of my Mom's boyfriends beat me black and blue because I was sitting in his favorite chair and peed on it. All that happened was that the teacher called my mom and she told the boyfriend who in turn beat me again. Ever since that time, I learned to shut my mouth and not say a word. Besides, Tommy believed that a lot of it was his fault anyway. He told me once that the reason his dad drinks was because of him. I didn't understand why this was the case until Tommy had explained how he had killed his own mother.

I felt even worse for Tommy when he told me how his mother actually died. According to him, while she was giving birth to Tommy, something happened and it resulted in his mother's death. Ever since then, his dad has reminded him of this fact and Tommy believed him. Who knows, maybe this was the reason why Tommy wet and pooped his pants still, then again his father, like my own mother, never really took the time to toilet train him. Yes my mother did try eventually, but Tommy's dad never did nor did he care.

The more I thought of Tommy, the sadder I became. It wasn't even until Dad said something and brought me back to the present, that I knew I was even crying.

"DAVEY! What's wrong?" Dad said worriedly as he jumped up and picked me up. He held me in his strong arms and rubbed my back as I cried silently into his shoulder.

"I am sorry Daddy." I said sniffling and trying to rub the tears away.

I had been crying for several minutes as Dad just held me and continued to rub my back gently. Even the restaurant manager came by to see if there was anything he could do.

"I am sorry sir, but my son here as gone through more than his share of things that anyone should ever have to experience. I am sorry if we are disturbing anyone, I think he is about done." Dad apologized to the manager.

"No problem sir, I just wanted to make sure there was nothing I can do." The manager thought for a moment before making a suggestion. "How about ice cream for the boys. My treat."

"That is mighty generous of you sir, I think Ice cream is great idea." My Dad said with sincerity. "I would love a bowl myself."

The manager then lifted my chin up slightly while Dad was still holding me in his arms. "So little one, would you like some ice cream?"

The manager than made some funny faces at me and I couldn't help myself and started to smile. "See now, that wasn't too hard. You have a beautiful smile." The manager stated firmly. The manger was still waiting for his answer though. "So do you want ice cream?" He asked again.

As dad set me back on my feet I looked at the manager, "Thank you sir, I really would like some ice cream." I politely thanked him.

As the manger took off to the kitchen, I sat back down in my chair and apologized to Dad and Billy. "I am sorry, I just had a bad memory and it still hurts to think about it."

"It is understandable son. How about we just not think about it now and enjoy the ice cream when it gets here?" Dad suggested.

I nodded my head in agreement, I knew that Dad might end up wanting me to talk about it later when we were alone and he may even want me to talk to Doctor Brice. For the time being though, I was more than happy to put it behind me for now and no longer think about it. Unfortunately, before the end of the day, it will be all I can think of!

As promised, the manager returned with 3 dishes of ice cream. He placed a dish in front of each of us then prompted us to try it. Looking at the ice cream, I could tell it was not one of the 3 basic flavors I was use to. Those flavors being – Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry being my favorite. As I dug into my dish, I found that the ice cream was quite good and I am sure that I have never had any better. I couldn't quite place the flavor, but I knew now that I had a brand new favorite ice cream. We all started to quickly dig into our bowls, thoroughly enjoying the ice cream.

The manager smiled as he watched us eat the cold concoction. "So you enjoy the ice cream?"

"Yah, it's awesome!" Billy announced happily.

"Yes, very much so. Thank you sir." I tried to be polite. "What kind of ice cream is it?" I asked dying to know what my new favorite flavor was.

"Oh sorry, but that there is a trade secret." The manager smiled. "Just know that we make our ice cream here from scratch."

"It's not bad at all." My dad stated as well. "I guess this will be a reason for us to come back here again, if it is the only way to have this treat again." I totally agreed with Dad on that.

"Just know that we do a different flavor each time and the flavors are special ones that my head chef has personally created." He then lowered his voice to a whisper. "In fact, he won't even tell me what is all in it."

When I finally scrapped the bottom of the dish, I couldn't help myself as I wanted every drop. I picked up the dish and started to lick it out as Dad and the manager both chuckled at my attempt to get every drop of that sweet, sweet, ice cream. Billy followed suit as well when he also emptied his bowl.

When we were finally done, the manager took our empty bowls and shortly returned with the bill. Dad insisted on paying for the ice cream as well but the manager would not hear it. So once he collected the money for the bill, Dad dropped a $20 bill onto the table.

I couldn't believe how much money Dad was leaving for a tip. I guess he saw my amazement as he smiled at me. "Always remember to tip good when the staff goes far and beyond what they are paid to do." He pointed out. It was Dad himself that introduced me to the idea of tipping as Mom never did.

From the restaurant, Dad walked us over to the park as it was such a nice day out. He told us that he was going to walk around the area for a while and would be back to collect us in a couple hours. He of course instructed us to not leave the park for any reason. Because of how hot it was, both Billy and I were wearing shorts.

Because of the ice cream and other events, it wasn't until Dad was out of sight that I remembered about the condition of my diaper. "Boy I hope this diaper holds out until we get back!" I thought desperately to myself. And maybe if I hadn't drank so much Mountain Dew, maybe it would have.

Unlike earlier, there were now several children in the park and for a while we joined them in games of tag and Cowboys and Indians. Both Billy and I were Cowboys out to get the murderous Indians. It was during this game that Billy pulled me aside.

"Hey Davey, I just thought you might like to know..." with that he pointed down at my shorts. "...that your diaper is starting to leak."

I was mortified as I looked down and saw the wetness spreading out on the left side of my shorts! I had been having so much fun that I hadn't thought one bit about my bathroom needs since we started playing.

I started to tear up as I stood there silently praying for the large wet spot to disappear. Billy was able to see the agony in my eyes and excused himself. I watched as he ran over to some of the other boys and talked to them briefly, before returning back to me.

"Hey Davey, why don't we go over to that bench over there and wait for your dad to come back." Billy suggested as he pointed to a bench farthest from where all the kids were playing.

"What did you tell them?" I sniffled and wiped a few tears from my eyes.

"Nothing much, I just told them you weren't feeling too good all of a sudden and that we were going to leave. They said they were sorry to hear about it." He explained.

"Did they see?" I asked as I again wiped tears from my eyes.

Billy just grabbed my hand and headed towards the bench. "No, I don't think they did." He tried to reassure me.

Due to the embarrassment I was feeling, the rest of the walk to the bench and for several minute while sitting at it, there was silence between us. During this time both of us were deep in our own thoughts. Finally Billy broke the silence.

"How long do you think it will be before your Dad gets back?" He asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders as I hadn't a clue. "I don't know; has it been over 2 hours yet." I asked Billy.

"Not sure. I guess we could talk until he gets back. You know, you never did finish telling me about Tommy."

At hearing Tommy's name mentioned, my mind was suddenly drawn back to earlier at the restaurant. A single tear made its way down my cheek as the memories once again flooded over me.

I really liked Billy and believe it or not, I think I was starting to completely trust him. I knew that he definitely earned it. But for some reason, I just couldn't yet make myself actually finish the story I started telling him this morning.

"Maybe later." I whispered.

"Okay, than what do you want to talk about then?" He asked.

I thought about it for a moment and remembered that Billy hadn't yet told me about his diaper wearing.

"Well, you never did get around to telling me about what I saw you wearing this morning when you got out of bed." I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Alright, I will tell you all about it. But you are going to think me weird." He stated with certainty.

And with that, Billy told me all about his need for diapers and what he said next was definitely weird. It was the last thing I ever expected him to tell me. And that was how much he liked everything to do about diapers!

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"Okay, yes you saw me in a diaper this morning." Billy started.

"I knew I was right." I announced.

"You see, as long as I can remember, I have had a problem with wetting the bed. My parents are cool with it and I wear GoodNites to bed, that is except for our stay here as my parents were worried that the GoodNites would leak. So instead they put me in regular diapers." He paused for a moment.

"What are GoodNites?" I asked.

"Well, they are disposable diapers that resemble underwear." He explained. What he said next though made me turn bright red with embarrassment. It also proved Dad wrong and me right.

"You remember the swim diaper you were wearing at the pool?" Billy asked.

This was the moment when I went bright red, but for some reason, Billy was too caught up in his story to even notice.

"Well they kinda look like those as in the underwear look, except they are more like a real diaper where the swim diaper is not true diaper in the same sense as what we may call a diaper." He explained.

I just nodded my head in agreement as all I had to go on was his word, which was kinda confusing me. I had thought asking him if they were like my training pants, but I decided I rather not go there right then.

"Anyway, I normally wear GoodNites and up until we came here, I don't remember the last time I wore an actual diaper to bed but it has been some time."

When he stopped this time I looked up to see why. When I noticed that he was looking at the wet spot on my shorts again, I immediately turned away as may face flushed red once again.

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you. You see you don't know all of it. I don't just wear diapers, but I actually like to wear diapers." When he said this, I looked back towards him and gave him a strange look.

"I told you that you were going to think I was weird!" He reminded me.

"Sorry, it just surprised me is all." I tried to explain without hurting his feelings. "So you are really not fooling? You really like to wear diapers?"

Billy nodded his head and looked at me expectantly. When I did not say anything after a few minutes, he continued.

"I am not really sure when it was that I started to actually like diapers. For a long time I hated them and it didn't help that my step brother always made fun of me because of them. In fact I still hate it that he makes fun of me. I remembered for quite a long time I had this weird desire to put one of my GoodNites on during the day. Up until then, I would wear my wet GoodNite in the morning for as long as I could without anyone noticing. A few times I wet them on purpose before falling asleep. But for the longest time, I had been fighting the urge to start wearing them during the day."

I all of sudden couldn't help myself and interrupted Billy. "Why were you afraid to wear them during the day?" I asked.

"Well for one, I was afraid that my parents would notice if I started to wear them during the day. GoodNites are not cheap and my mom keeps an eye on them to know when I need more. I was certain she would notice if I started to use them more."

Again I had to interrupt. "Do you think she would notice 1 or 2 missing?"

"I was not sure, even if she hadn't notice; I was afraid that if I were to take that step, I wouldn't be able to stop at just one or two." Billy explained.

"I see."

"So you see my predicament. The other big reason was that I was afraid that someone would actually catch me wearing them."

I nodded my head when he looked over at me, to let him know that I was following him.

"Eventually though, the desire became so strong that I was not able to keep myself from wearing them during the day. At first I just wore a few of them during that first month but after a while I found myself wearing them more frequently."

As he was saying this, I could actually see the driven nature of his desire in his eyes. It was as if Billy was like my mom when she desperately needed a fix. In Billy's case though, his drug of choice would be a nice crisp white diaper.

"As I was afraid, my mom started to notice that I was going through more GoodNites than normal. I remember that I had come home from school that day when she called me into my room and started to ask me if I was using more than one GoodNite every night."

Boy I could just imagine how Billy was feeling. I may never been in his actual position, that is getting caught with using his diapers in an inappropriate manner, but I have been caught doing things that I knew were wrong and that I would get in trouble for doing. It is a very nervous feeling as you're not sure how much the parent knows and you don't want to get caught lying but at the same time you don't want to be volunteering anything either.

"I didn't know what to say, I wasn't sure if my mom had figured out what I was doing or if she was seriously concerned that I was peeing more than normal. I decided to play it cool and take my chances. So I told her that I had been waking up sometimes as many as 4 times a night to change my wet GoodNite. Boy did I feel a lot better when she bought it. The nice thing also was that now she was buying me even more GoodNites so that I would have enough for night time changes if needed."

"Wow, you were one lucky dog!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Of course there were a couple times I came real close in getting caught. My stupid ass step brother came real close one time catching me. I just managed by slim luck getting out of that one. Then there were times that I swear that I thought my parents knew what I was doing. But I am guessing that was due more to nerves as I think they would have said something otherwise."

"Very understandable." I agreed.

"I am not sure what gave me the idea to try it, but one day I decided to do some research on all of this on the internet. My parents gave me my own computer last year that I have in my room. They have a rule that I must let them know first before getting online and I have to leave my door to my room open. Still they generally trust me enough to leave me alone and I can hear them coming down the hall before they can get to my room so I can always navigate to somewhere else online."

"Davey, you would not believe all the stuff I found online. There were all kinds of diaper lover sites. I also came across hundreds of pictures of men, women, and kids in diapers. I also found thousands of diaper related stories. Every time I looked at the pictures or read the stories, my dickey would get stiff and start to feel real good. I don't know why it does that, only that it just gives a good feeling."

I just stared in amazement, as a kid with some sexual experience under my belt already; I knew the why to some of the questions. Unfortunately, my experience still is with a child's mind who doesn't quite understand it all yet.

"Davey, does your dickey ever get hard like that?" Billy asked suddenly out of the blue.

The question of course started the familiar action of having all the blood in my body pumped into my face.

Billy laughed, "I will take that as a yes than.

I didn't say a word; I just did my best to ride the embarrassment out. Of course what Billy said next did not help matters at all.

"You know earlier, when I saw you in your swim diaper, my dickey became harder than it ever did. I don't ever remember feeling as good as I did then."

I mumbled something in response to what Billy was saying, but to be honest, I wasn't even sure what I had said. All my brain could think of was, "Hopefully he will move on from here". But Billy was in his zone and hadn't noticed how uncomfortable he had made me feel.

"You looked so cute in that swim diaper, that I just wanted to go over and kiss the front of it. But I thought that it would look weird in front of your dad so I wasn't able to."

At this moment, I was thanking god that Dad had been there because I don't think my mind would have been able to handle that at all. Still with all of the embarrassment I was feeling because of this conversation, I also found a small part of it intriguing. Ever since Billy had kissed me in the hospital, I have felt this feeling and I did not understand why that was. Still, no matter what happened to me in the past, I was determined not to be gay. So I buried these feelings, or at least tried.

As if he could read my mind, Billy smiled and started to talk about that kiss. "When I kissed you in the hospital, I really enjoyed it. I don't know why but I just did. I hope you enjoyed it as well?"

As Billy asked this last question, he seemed to become aware of the embarrassment this conversation was causing me. His smile fell from his face and he looked really worried.

"Oh Davey, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I just got so caught up in everything that I forgot about your feelings. Can you please ever forgive me?" Billy begged.

I nodded my head a little as I tried to recover from all that blood that had been pumping into my head. So much so that I was starting to feel faint.

For the next couple minutes, Billy, without saying a word, continued to look at me worriedly. I was finally able to start recovering and as the blood began to flow back to my body where it belonged, a part of me wondered why I was embarrassed and not mad. I knew the answer though. The answer was because a small part of me actually liked what I was hearing. A larger part though was trying to blot out the existence of the small part. This larger part refused to be labeled as gay. But every so often it seems that the smaller part gathers enough strength and burst forward. This is what happened as soon as I was feeling back to normal and saw how worried Billy looked.

As that smaller part surged forward, I found myself taken over by it. All of a sudden, as if a magnet been turned on I found my face being pulled closer to his. I bent closer to him until I could feel his breath on my lips. Billy understood right away what I had failed to yet understand. He knew what that little part of me wanted to do, and brought his lips closer to my own. As our lips touched, I felt a spark of desire burst in me and I shared a passionate kiss with Billy. The first true passionate kiss that I ever had. Unfortunately the moment couldn't last as that larger part of myself re-asserted itself in me. I broke off the kiss and as if I were disgusted by it, I wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand.

The next several minutes were very awkward between the two of us and during that time neither one of us spoke as we sat on the bench waiting for my dad to pick us up.

When Billy finally broke our silence, I was glad that he didn't start talking about what we just did. In fact he acted as if what just happened, never did.

"So Davey, how much longer will you and your dad be here for?" And as if he forgot but just remembered he added, "And your uncle as well."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not sure, maybe another week or two. It all depends on how long it takes till the case is finished." I answered.

"I wish we were staying longer, I really like you. I only have one true friend back at home but I never told him about the diaper thing. As you might understand, I am afraid of what he might say. I think he might be suspicious as I always have to decline his request for spending the night." At this, Billy sighed.

What Billy said next, I found truly understanding in his place.

"I have always wanted to spend the night at a friend's house, or have them stay at mine. So is the life of a bed wetter." He said sadly.

I now understood how important it was to him to have a chance to have someone spend the night. Since we both wet the bed, we don't have to worry about the other finding out our secret so we can just be two kids enjoying a sleep over. I myself had the luxury because of Tommy. Billy never had someone like Tommy in his life. Well that was until he met me.

"Billy"

"Yes"

"I know I shot down your idea of me spending the night with you. I am sorry that I still feel the need to be closer to my dad for the time being. Especially at night when I have my nightmares of my past."

"I understand Davey." He said sadly.

I smiled warmly at him in hopes that it would be contagious. "I was thinking... if I can't spend the night with you... well... maybe you can spend the night with me."

"Are you sure?!" Billy asked excitedly, all sadness now gone from his face.

"Well it will be up to our parents, but I have no problem with it as long as you don't mind my nightmares I sometimes have."

"Davey, I promise. I will protect you from those nightmares!" As Billy said this, it reminded me of my lost bear Harold. I also knew without a doubt that Billy could do this. I don't know why I knew this, I just did.

For the rest of our wait for my dad, Billy and I planned our night together.

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"Dad, Billy and I were talking and we wanted to ask if it would be okay for Billy to stay in our room over night?" I asked Dad as Billy and I met up with him.

Dad had just showed up at the park and as soon as we saw him we had run over to join him for our walk back to the hotel.

"You know they say great minds think alike, I was going to suggest the same thing." Dad stated as he ruffled my hair a little and gave me a quick hug.

"So does that mean you are okay with me spending the night sir?" Billy asked my dad politely.

"Billy, as far as I can see it, you are welcome to spend the night. It is so nice to see Davey this happy and I would do anything to keep him happy. Of course you will have to ask your parents if it is okay with them."

"I don't think that should be a problem!" Billy almost shouted with joy.

"Yippee! We get to spend the night with each other!" I shouted.

Dad smiled as he rubbed his ears a little, probably due to our excited shouting. "So what do the two of you hoodlums want to do until dinner time?" He asked us.

"Well I first need to see my parents and ask if I can spend the night." Billy excitedly informed my dad.

"Well while you are doing that, maybe Davey and I can come up with something for dinner tonight." My Dad suggested.

"Well, I was hoping sir that you could come with me so that my parents can talk to you and you could let them know you are okay with me spending the night." Billy begged while jumping up and down like a jack in a box.

Dad chuckled a little and I too couldn't help laugh as Billy was one excitable boy right now. "I don't see a problem with that." He said as he tousled Billy's hair a little.

So as soon as we made it back to the hotel, we made our way to Billy's hotel room. When we got there, it turned out that his dad and half-brother had gone out and only his mother was there.

"Well, hello Davey." Billy's mom said as we came into the room with my dad following us. "Hello as well Mr. Brown. I hope Billy has been behaving himself."

"Billy has been a perfect little gentleman." My dad informed her.

"Well that is good." She reached down and kissed her son on the head and hugged him a little.

"Moooooom, not in front of Davey!" He whined.

"I am sorry son." His mom smiled. She then looked at my dad. "So did my angel here tell you that we have invited Davey to sleep over in our room for the night? We felt it was the least we could do for you taking this little monkey off our hands for the day."

"Mooooooommm!"

His mom laughed, "Oh I must have crossed that `loving my son too much' line again."

My dad laughed as well. "Yes Billy did inform us of your offer and it was very gracious of you. But as you know, Davey has gone through quite a lot and is not yet ready to spend a night away from me."

The way that Dad was talking to Billy's mom, led me to believe that she knew a lot more about me than I had yet told Billy. "I guess Dad must have talked to Billy's parents a lot while I was in the hospital." I thought to myself.

"We have a counter offer that Billy wanted me to propose to you personally. Since Davey is not yet ready to spend the night away from me, we have offered Billy to spend the night in our room. Well, that is if it is okay with you and your husband." Dad explained.

"Pleeeeaaassssseeeee Mommy! Can I spend the night with Davey?" Billy pleaded.

"What about..." She started to ask but Billy interrupted her.

"He already knows and you know he has to wear them too." He said still pleading.

Billy's Mom looked up at my dad, "Do really mind having Billy?" She asked.

Dad smiled again as Billy held up his hands in a pleading way. He almost looked like a sad puppy dog.

"I really don't mind at all. It is just nice to see Davey happy and have a friend."

"Well I don't see any reason why it wouldn't be okay with your father. Okay, I will let you go, but you have to promise to be good. Also I want you to come back and see me before you go to sleep."

"Davey's dad can do it Mom, that way I don't have to bother you and Dad again." He said excitedly.

"I am sure Davey's dad doesn't want to have to deal with your diaper."

"Actually it wouldn't be a problem Mrs. Kenton"

You know, I have known Billy for a few days now, but this was the first time I heard his last name.

"Okay. Billy, why don't you go get your pajamas and something to wear tomorrow." Mrs. Kenton nudged her son.

Billy, who seemed as if he been wound up and set loose, took off in a flash as he gathered his stuff up. While he did this his mother dug into a bag beside her bed and withdrew a white crisp diaper which I presumed belonged to Billy.

"Oh Billy, don't forget your toothbrush." She called out to him as she handed my dad Billy's diaper. "He can be a heavy wetter at times; I hope he doesn't leak while he is there."

"Don't worry; I had the hotel put a protective sheet on the bed for Davey, for just in case of that reason." As Dad said this I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

The thing was, here I was embarrassed about something she already knew, if only I had just remembered what happened earlier. Somehow on the walk between the park and the hotel, I had completely forgotten that my diaper had long failed and I had a large pee spot covering the whole front and crotch of my shorts now. I am actually surprised my dad hadn't notice, but then again it is hard to see a kid who is jumping up and down and not staying still. By the time I did realize this, I was thinking about all the fun Billy and I were going to have to really care.

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"So how about I go find your Uncle Justin while the two of you settle in, then we can talk about what we will do for dinner." Dad said as he dropped us off at the room. I will be back in a few minutes okay."

"Alright Dad, I love you." I hugged him and watched him walk down the hall before closing the door and looking at Billy.

It was now that I saw that huge grin that I remembered him having at the restaurant. "Damn it Billy, I hate it when you grin like that at me. It really gives me the creeps!"

"Sorry Davey, it is just that your diaper has sprung a pretty big leak!"

Suddenly remembering my earlier condition, I looked down at my shorts. "Wow, I didn't realize I had been peeing so much!" I exclaimed in amazement.

"Maybe you should change your diaper now?" Billy suggested.

"I don't know how to change these diapers, my dad usually changes me."

"Well, you could at least take it off until your dad gets back."

"I guess, but what if I have another accident." I worried.

Billy snapped his fingers. "I have an idea, you can put one of those swim diapers on instead."

"I don't know where they are at?"

"Well, you take off your wet things and I will see if I can find them. This place ain't that big." Billy suggested.

Now if I had been thinking, I could have gone ahead and slipped on a pair of my thick cotton training pants. For some reason though, I totally forgot about them.

So while I stripped out of my wet pants, Billy started to search the room for my swim diapers. Before I even had my pants off, he had located them in the bathroom where Dad must have left them this afternoon.

"I found them!" Billy yelled and reappeared from the bathroom with one-in-hand." AT the moment, I was struggling to get my pants off over my shoes. "Why didn't you take off your shoes first?" Billy asked as he walked over next to me.

"I thought it would be faster!" I breathed heavily. "I guess I was wrong."

"Here, sit down on the floor and I will help you." Billy commanded.

Without even thinking about it, I did exactly as I was told.

We must have been a sight when Dad entered the room and saw Billy struggling to pull my pants legs the rest of the way over my shoes. As soon as he saw us, he burst out laughing.

"Dadddy, stop laughing at us! Please help!" I pleaded.

I was starting to become afraid that my pants were stuck there forever. It never even occurred to me that I was sitting there with my soaked diaper completely exposed to Billy. I guess I was starting to become more comfortable around him finally.

"Okay buddy, I will have this fixed in a jiffy." Dad chuckled.

As he promised, he was able to get my pants off rather quickly; but in the process, my heavily soaked diaper ended up falling off of me, exposing my entire diaper area and my little fire hose.

"Daaaddd! Now I am naked in front of Billy!" I complained loudly.

"Well, I am sure he has everything that you have down there." Dad laughed.

Billy Laughed as well. He was standing next to Dad and was still holding the swim diaper in his hands. That was when Dad noticed it.

"Don't tell me you were going to put that on instead of a regular diaper or even your training pants?" Dad smiled.

"We didn't know what to do and I was so wet that I wanted out of that wet diaper." I said defensively.

"Well that definitely wouldn't have been a good idea. I guess you again forgot what I told you about swim diapers? Dad laughed.

I just stared at him blankly. You would think by now I would have remembered. Instead, it was Billy who answered Dad's questioned.

"Man! That's right! How could I be so stupid? They don't work for pee, I totally forgot!" Billy slapped his forehead like one of those guys who wished they had a V8.

"Well unless you want to swim until the pizza gets here, I suggest we get you into a real diaper." Dad surprised us. Both of us kids only heard one thing in what he said `Pizza'.

"Wow! Cool! Pizza! Thanks Dad!" I shouted.

I was so excited that I was jumping up and down with Billy. I was totally oblivious that my little fire hose was flopping up and down along with me. Making little slapping noises each time as it hit my stomach.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

I might have been oblivious to it, but Billy hadn't. Later when we talked he would tell me how cute it was every time my little fire hose slapped my stomach in my jumping up and down excitement.

"Well kiddo, I think we need to get that little thing covered up before you get too excited and let loose!" Dad smiled.

"Daaaaad! Stop making fun of me!" I whined.

It was now that Billy realized what else my dad said. "We can go swimming again?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I don't see why not. The Pizza is going to be over an hour. They said they were extremely busy tonight. I don't see why you can't swim until it gets here." Then Dad looked over at me. "I do think it would be a good idea though that we wash all that pee off you kiddo."

"I need to go back and get my swim suit then." Billy announced and rushed out of the room as if the seat of his shorts were on fire.

While Billy was gone, Dad helped me out of my shoes and shirt. Before he could wash me down with baby wipes though, Billy returned looking down.

"Well that was fast!" Dad exclaimed before seeing Billy's glum look. "What is wrong there Billy?" My Dad asked him.

"My mom must have left, there is no one to let me in the room, and my swimsuit is inside it." Billy pouted.

All of a sudden, I had an idea that I thought Billy would like. "Billy, you could always wear one of my swim diapers." I then looked at my dad. "Can he Daddy?" I asked him.

"I don't see why not, that is if he wants too."

It was if Dad had said the magic word. Billy was again his enthusiastic self.

"I guess that means yes Dad chuckled. Okay, well I am sure you know where they are at, you can get ready while I finish up here with Davey."

So while Dad cleaned all the pee away from my diaper area and helped me into my swim diaper, Billy stripped right in front of us and then ran and got another swim diaper from the bathroom.

As he ran I couldn't help noticing his little fire hose which was not surprisingly very stiff looking. "Boy he really does like diapers." I smiled to myself.

I noticed that as soon as he had the diaper on, he was paying very close attention to my Dad thoroughly cleaning me up. I could also see that Grin of his once again. Oh well, I guess I just have to accept the fact that my friend loves anything to do with diapers. As long as he was my friend, I couldn't care less that he had a thing for diapers. Besides as I looked him over, I thought he looked kind of cute in one of my swim diapers. I really hope thinking he was cute didn't make me gay! Then again, I probably past that when I kissed him earlier today.

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The next hour, Billy and I played in the pool while Dad watched us from the pool side. Because I wasn't a great swimmer yet, he made me wear floaties which made it a little harder to swim under water. This time it wasn't so much learning how to swim but more like goofing off and having a lot of fun. I always wanted to learn how to swim, but neither Mom nor any of her boyfriends took the time to teach me. That meant I pretty much stayed away from the water as I didn't want to drown.

For now, all I can say was, I knew for a fact that when Billy left tomorrow, I was going to miss him terribly!

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Before we left for the pool, Dad had called back the pizza place to let the delivery driver know that he could find us in the pool area.

The hour seemed to fly by and it wasn't that long before the pizza delivery driver showed up. Dad had called us out of the pool and marched us up to our room where he sat the pizza box down and asked me to get my changing matt out and lie down on it. Dad of course realized that I once again messed myself. There must be something in the pool water that makes me poop because once again I had a load in my swim diaper and once Dad had mentioned the matt, I became distinctively aware of the smell emanating from my butt.

"Boy Davey, that does smell bad!" Billy stated as he too noticed the smell.

"Don't worry your next!" Dad said with a chuckle.

"Dad don't mess with Billy's mind!" I complained.

"Well how can I have fun if I can't mess with your guy's minds?" Dad chuckled again.

"Well, you can look but I swear I didn't poop in mine." Billy announced definitively.

"Yeah, but I bet you peed in it." Dad smiled.

Billy all of a sudden looked as if he had been found out. His face blanched then turned bright red with embarrassment.

My Dad looked at him and smiled again. "Billy, don't worry so much. I was once a boy too. I know what little boys do in the pool. That is one of the reasons why they put chemicals in the pool. You can't tell me a person who has never peed in a pool." Dad tried to make him feel better.

I was lying on my pad watching Dad gather my changing supplies while he was telling Billy about this. Of course I had to open my big mouth and ruin what Dad was trying to do.

"Uh-uh Dad! People who never swam in a pool would never have peed in one." I said thinking myself pretty clever.

Dad dumped my cleaning supplies next to me and smacked my thigh lightly. "Okay Mr. Smarty pants, I will rephrase it to being anyone who has ever swam in a pool as a kid. Is that better?" He asked with a smirk on his face. He then started to tickle me which caused me to spring a leak.

"Now do you see why you don't want to wear these outside of the pool?" My Dad pointed, as my pee stream made its way out side of the diaper.

Dad waited until the flow ebbed and I stopped peeing before ripping both sides of the swim diaper. As he pulled the front away from me, the earthy smell of shit filled the room.

"Boy dat tinks!" Billy stated as he plugged his nose, his words coming out sounding weird because of it.

"Well I bet yours don't smell any better!" I challenged him.

"my smell like wainbow and shunshine." Billy joked while still plugging his nose.

For the next several minutes, Billy stared as Dad cleaned me. Little by little, Dad managed to clean the mess from my butt. It took a while, but Dad soon had me completely cleaned. Once he was done, he disposed of the plastic gloves in the bag along with all the dirty baby wipes and my dirty diaper.

Well little guy, do you want to chance it until bedtime, or would you rather wear a diaper to be on the safe side.

I don't know why, but I wanted to show off for Billy as I could tell he really liked this whole thing to the extreme.

"Diaper!" I smiled as I saw Billy grin even wider. "But Billy has to wear one too." I added.

I knew Billy would love the idea but I wasn't sure if Dad would. Still I figured I had to try. Who knows, Billy may be able to wear a diaper for the whole evening.

"Well, I don't think that would be fair for Billy. Besides, he only has his night diaper." Dad tried to reason with me. Of course there is no reasoning with a determined 11 almost 12 year old.

"He can wear one of mine." I offered

"I don't know Davey..." Dad started but was interrupted.

"If it will make Davey feel better, I will be more than happy to wear a diaper for as long as he has too." Billy said trying to be nonchalant about it but I am sure Dad saw through it immediately. Still he kept up his part by being Dad like.

"Are you sure Billy?" He asked.

"Yes it will be okay." He answered with a growing smile on his face.

So with that, Dad put me in one of my diapers. He did make sure to put plenty of butt cream on me as he said the rash was still angry looking. It probably didn't help that I keep pooping huge amounts in my diaper and not getting cleaned up right away. Still, I was use to diaper rashes as I had to deal with wet and soiled clothes and diapers well before my dad came into the picture. Still I knew that it was driving Billy nuts!

When he was done with me, he told me to go put my pajamas on but I really liked the idea that Billy was enjoying seeing me in my diaper.

"Dad, do I have to put on my pajamas?" I asked him.

"Are you sure sport?" He whispered.

"Yah, I don't want to, neither does Billy." I answered for him as well. That got a chuckle out of Dad.

I was sure he liked the idea that I was starting to come out of my shell a little. It was nice what a new friend could do.

Dad patted me on my leg and told me to scoot and then called Billy over. Since I had peed on my matt, he had Billy just lie on my bed. I actually found myself enjoying seeing my dad put a diaper on Billy. I wasn't surprised at all to see that Billy's dick was rock hard again. I also noticed that it was completely hairless and the sack was drawn up tight like my own; and also like mine, around two inches in length when fully hard. I could see that he was thoroughly enjoying the sensation and I had to wonder if this was how he was when being diapered, how he was hiding all of this from his parents. I filed that question away for a later time. I just hoped I remembered to ask him before he had to leave.

One things for sure, I knew he wasn't fooling my Dad. I could see by Dad's smile that he knew exactly what was going through Billy's head right now or at least I figured I knew.

When Dad was about to start to tape up the diaper, which was one of mine, I couldn't help myself. "Dad, I think he is getting a little rash. You should put the diaper cream on him just in case!" I smiled enthusiastically.

Billy did seem to have a light rash but it was in no way bad enough for a need to have the cream applied. It was barely even noticeable. Still, when Billy started to grin uncontrollably, Dad went ahead and applied the cream on Billy as well.

Boy, it looked like Billy was about to pass out! He certainly was in heaven as Dad applied the cream to his diaper area. I was sad to see, and I am sure Billy was as well, that Dad did not put any at all onto Billy's little fire hose. All I could think of was, that he didn't want to cross some line with Billy. I think Dad was happy to give Billy some pleasure but he wasn't going to go that far with it I guess.

Finally done, Dad headed for the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back out he headed for the table and the pizza.

"Well that took longer than I expected. I sure hope the pizza is still hot." Dad stated as he opened the box and put a slice of pizza on a couple paper plates, for me and Billy. He told us to sit on the floor in front of the TV, which he turned on.

It turned out that he had paid the hotel to stream a movie to our room which we could start at any time. I was surprised and happy to see that it was the movie – `Meet The Robinsons'. I had never seen it but I had heard about it and wanted to see it.

While Billy and I started to watch the cartoon, Dad filled a couple cups with pop, which also came with the pizza, and gave us each one. Dad then sat on his bed with his own glass of pop and the pizza box and watched the movie with us.

We all, including my dad, enjoyed the cartoon movie. I thought it was soooo nice that Lewis got a real nice Mom and Dad to adopt him and encourage him to be the inventor he wanted to be. It was also nice to see that the young Lewis was able to see what his life would be like. I wish I was able to see what my life would be like when I was older.

Once the movie was done, Dad cleaned up our plates but let us keep our cups so that we could drink more pop if we wanted too. We then watched a couple sitcoms that I didn't fully understand and then Dad shut the TV off.

"Daaaad, we were watching that!" I whined.

"Davey, it is getting late and I think it is time for you to get ready for bed." He announced.

"Do we have to Daaaadddddyyy?" I whined.

Dad laughed. "Why am I always Daddy when you want something?" He smiled as he asked me this. I just batted my eyes and gave him a goofy smile back. "That's what I thought." He chuckled.

Billy started to laugh at my antics as well and I couldn't help myself and I bowed as if to my cheering crowd.

"Encore! Encore!" Billy shouted.

"Alright you two, you need to be thinking about going to sleep." Dad smiled then got down to business. "Now do either of you have dirty bums?"

"Nope" Both Billy and I said at once. That got another big laugh out of us as we realized what just happened.

"Well who is first then?" Dad asked us.

"Billy is! I went first earlier." I laughed.

"Okay Billy, up on the bed." Dad said as he patted the spot where he wanted Billy to lay down at.

I loved watching Billy get changed. Now it wasn't that I liked seeing him get changed. No, it was his facial features that made it so enjoyable. I loved seeing Billy happy. Of course I did find it slightly intriguing, seeing someone else being changed for once. Normally it was me that was being changed. Of course it would be me in a few minutes.

Boy, the pop surely ran through Billy. He was soaked. Dad made sure to clean him up and before I could remind, him applied the butt cream.

It didn't take long for Dad to move on to me. It turned out that my diaper was even more soaked than Billy's. I must been enjoying that movie a lot as I don't remember peeing once! I did take great pleasure in watching Billy's facial features as he watched Dad change my diaper. Soon though, the show was over and Dad told us both to get in bed.

"Now I don't expect you two to go right to sleep. I remember how it was when I was a little boy at a sleepover. So what I am going to do is give the two of you some alone time. I am going down to the bar for a few hours to join Uncle Justin."

Up until now I had completely forgot about Uncle Justin. "Dad, why didn't he join us for dinner?" I asked.

"I don't think you're old enough for that conversation yet, besides that is your uncles business and not yours." Dad explained to me. "Just know that I will be downstairs at the bar if you need me."

"Okay Dad, we will be good. I promise."

"Alright, I am going to give you guys a few hours, but I expect the both of you to be asleep before I return. Do you got it?"

"I saluted, "Yes Sir!"

"Okay Mr. Funny Man!" And Dad lunged at me as if he was going to tickle me again. I jumped out of bed and back just out of his reach. "Okay, truce?" Dad offered. He then reached out and picked me up and hugged me tightly and kissed me on my cheek. "Davey you don't know how proud I am of you and how happy that I am because you are happy."

"I love you too Dad." And I kissed him back.

Dad set me back down on my feet and ordered me back to bed. "Now, no more TV. The two of you can talk for a while, but I do want you to go to sleep." That was Dad's final instruction as he left the room and the two of us alone.

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"What do you want to talk about?" I asked Billy as I laid on my back staring up at the hotel room ceiling.

A few minutes had gone by since my dad had left us alone, and neither one of us had yet say a thing. Well, that was until I finally asked my question.

Both Billy and I were lying in my bed with the covers thrown off of us; exposing our diapers since neither one of us bothered to put on our pajamas. Even though my eyes were on the ceiling, I knew Billy's were on my diapered crotch. I could feel his burning stare into my diapered front.

"I don't know. Do you feel up to telling me more about Tommy?" Billy asked me cautiously.

I thought about it a little and decided that I really did want to talk about it. In fact, I think I found the idea of telling a good friend easier than even my dad let alone Dr. Brice.

"You know, I really want to tell you. I feel like you are the only person I can tell." I explained.

I then looked over at Billy and caught him as he diverted his eyes quickly from my crotch to my face. You know, a day ago I would have freaked with all of his staring. Shoot just this morning I would have. But as I stated earlier, I was actually getting a thrill with putting a show on for Billy.

As Billy looked at me expectantly, I started to tell him more about Tommy.

"That day that I met Tommy, I felt really strange around him as I felt he knew all about me but I didn't know a thing about him. But that soon changed as Tommy told me everything about him."

"I had decided to let Tommy follow me to my hiding spot where we then talked. `So Tommy, where did you live before you came to live here?' I asked once we got to my hiding spot."

"`Dad and I moved from a little town about an hour east from here.' Tommy than proceeded to tell me about the town he lived in. It was much smaller than here and because of this, the people who lived there were busy bodies according to Tommy's father. At first Tommy didn't tell me anymore about what he had meant here but eventually when he trusted me enough to keep the secret, he divulged to me why they moved."

"`My dad has a drinking problem and when he drinks, he tends to get a little rough.' Tommy explained a couple weeks later after seeing a bruise on him that reminded me of Tony. `My dad is a good father when he isn't drinking and treats me good, but when he drinks he can get upset and even though he doesn't mean it, he can hurt me. After going to the hospital a few times for broken bones that dad told them was due to me being accident prone, I finally ended up there with 2 broken ribs and a black eye. Dad tried to tell them some older kid beat me up for my money, but the hospital didn't buy it this time. Because I collaborated with my dad's story, the law could not press charges against him. This was the last straw in my dad's mind and he decided to move here where he felt less people would be getting into our business.' Tommy explained to me."

"Wow, I am real sorry for your friend. Why didn't you tell someone?" Billy asked me.

"I promised Tommy that I wouldn't. He loved his dad and figured that eventually he would stop drinking and it would get better. Also he felt he truly deserved the punishment that his father dealt out to him. To be honest, I never once saw Tommy's Dad sober, so I couldn't verify if Tommy was telling the truth about him being a good father when he wasn't drinking. Still I wasn't about to make it worse for him and chose to honor his request."

"I see, but I think I would have still told."

"Billy, if you had grown up like we did, I think you would have kept your mouth shut like we did. The last thing I wanted to do was make Tommy's life worse!" I explained.

"Okay, but I hope you did eventually say something."

I just dropped my head in shame at this last thing that Billy stated. In hindsight, I knew that Billy was right but I didn't have the benefit of hindsight back then. So, I just continued my story.

"Tommy and I hung out every day. At school, even though we were in different grades, we still played together during recess time, and ate with each other during lunchtime."

"Because of Tommy's pants wetting and pooping problem, the school tried to get his dad to do the same as they did with my grandmother. His father though claimed to not have the money to buy diapers so the school at first dealt with it. Then one day, while I was being changed by the school nurse, Tommy showed up with a big wet spot on the front of his pants."

"`Tommy, please sit down on the bench, I will be with you as soon as I am done with Davey here.' The Nurse told him. That was another thing I had to get use too. There were several times that people showed up at the nurse's office needing her while I was in the middle of being changed. I don't think I ever really got completely use to that."

"When the nurse was done with me and since the ending bell rang announcing the end of the school day, I decided to wait until Tommy was taken care of. It turned out that he done more than wet his pants, as I started to smell it as soon as the nurse pulled off his wet pants."

"As she cleaned him up she started to tell him that she wanted to try something. `Tommy, I have talked to a doctor that I know, one that the school has referred students to at times. She is willing to come here to the school and give you a check-up. Since you are covered with Medicaid, they will pay for the visit. It will not cost your father a thing. The nice thing is if she doesn't find any medical reason for your incontinence, she will write a prescription for diapers for you. I recently found out that Medicaid will cover 100% the cost of diapers for anyone over the age of three that cannot benefit from a retraining program. She is positive that she can do this for you and even has a contact that can expedite the matter to where you can have your new diapers delivered by next week.' The school Nurse explained to him."

"`What about my dad, I don't think he will agree.' Tommy asked her."

"`That is the good part; he doesn't really have a choice if he doesn't want to be reported to Children's welfare services.' The nurse smiled as she told him this."

"`Okay, I want to do it.' Tommy responded, smiling as well."

"Our school nurse sent home a note to Tommy's dad explaining everything that she told Tommy. The note stated also that the doctor would see him 2 days from then. I was right there with Tommy as his father read the note out loud. Since he wasn't falling down drunk at the time (He was drunk, just not dead drunk.), he was much more reasonable about the whole thing. Or at least as reasonable as drunkard could be."

"`So the school wants to do all of this and it isn't going to cost me a thing?' Tommy's dad asked. It turned out that it wasn't really a question that he expected us to answer as he immediately stated, `Well, if it isn't going to cost me anything than I don't have a problem with it.' His dad than signed the note and verified his address for the delivery of the diapers as they would send them directly to the home address. Of course the school asked for Tommy to bring a supply of them for them to have on hand when he needed changing. It also turned out that they would cover all of the cleaning supplies as well. Tommy soon had his own supply of diapers which he had to learn to put on himself when at home, as his father was not interested in doing it. Actually, there was a lady down the hall from Tommy's apartment that took an interest in him and helped change him most of the time when he was at the apartment. When she couldn't do it, Tommy either put it on himself, which usually resulted in them leaking, or didn't bother at all. This meant a lot of times he just didn't bother with it."

"When my mom finally got out of rehab, she was a lot like she used to be before the drugs took over her life. She was really happy that I had a real friend and was no longer depending on an imaginary friend to make it through day to day. She also seemed to fall in love with Tommy as well, as he was just one of those kids that other than his dad and my grandmother, adults seemed to love. Mom even took over not only my diaper changes, but also Tommy's when he needed it. You can't believe how much nicer it was to have Mom changing me instead of Grandmother. Also when Mom found out how Tommy got his free diapers, she went out and got Medicaid for me so that I too would be eligible for free diapers. This went a long way in getting Grandmother off her back because of the cost of my diapers."

"Boy, I was sooooo happy when Mom came back. I hadn't seen her since she went into rehab six months ago. Close to the end of the school year, I walked home like usual with Tommy. He followed me to Grandmother's apartment to wait and see if I could go out and play with him. When I walked in the door that day, I was shocked when I saw Mom standing there in the doorway to welcome me home."

"When I saw her, tears came to my eyes as I ran to her open arms. `Mommy, I missed you soooo much!' I cried. As she kissed me all over my face, I didn't once stop her. Tommy had walked home with me that day and was still standing at the doorway. He usually waited there until he found out if I was going to be allowed to play or not. Grandmother though, would not let him step one foot in the apartment but when Mom noticed him, she called out to him. `You must be Tommy! Davey has told me all about you. Come here and let me hug you!'"

"From that day forward, Mom ignored Grandmother's threats and invited Tommy into our home. Of course Grandmother made it hell but Mom promised me that as soon as she could, we would get our own place. When Mom ended up taking on two jobs, she again was not around as often and Grandmother re-inserted her control over me and the rules she placed on me. Mom of course apologized for all of this and kept making promises, but after several weeks I found myself no longer believing her."

"At first she was the mother that I remembered from my toddler years. Over the next month or so, she started to show signs of how she was before she went in to rehab. I figured it was due to her over working herself. I eventually found out the truth."

I paused here and Billy looked me at me. "If you can't tell anymore, I understand."

I shook my head, "No, I just need a moment."

After a few breaths I went back to my story. "Though, this time I once again relied mostly on my friend Tommy. It was so nice to have a real friend who listened to me. I eventually told him all about my past and I even told him about Tony. He agreed with me that I was lucky that Tony was no longer in my life. Then the day came when I once again came home but this time when I walked into the apartment, I totally freaked! Tommy didn't show up at school that day so I had intended to go to his apartment as soon as I could. Plans though changed!"

Again I stopped and absently wiped a single tear that was falling down my cheek. When I again looked at Billy, there was fear in his face. "Don't tell me that creep Tony was there!" Billy swore under his breath. I just nodded my head yes and found myself continuing the story.

"When I saw Tony, I involuntarily voided myself and soon everyone in the room knew what I had did as the smell spread out from me. `Don't fucking tell me he is still shitting his pants!' Tony swore loudly."

"I was really hoping that my mom would tell him to go to hell, but she became submissive to him like she used to be. `I am sorry Tony; I am still trying to change that. At least though, he is wearing a diaper so it won't get all over everything!' She loudly apologized to him. I couldn't believe that I was actually wishing that Grandmother was there. In fact, Mom and Tony had planned his visit deliberately when Grandmother was away."

"Mom called me over to her but I could not make my legs move. `Come here baby, Tony has changed. He promised he won't hit you anymore. He actually misses you.' Mom tried to coax me closer to her. When I didn't move, she got up and came over to me. When she got close enough, she picked me up and carried me back to the couch where Tony was sitting. Sitting down next to Tony she held me on her lap."

I looked again at Billy. "You know, I tried to run away, but for some reason my mind could not make my legs respond!" Billy just nodded his head in response to this.

"My mom tried to get me to say something nice to Tony, but like my legs, I had no control over my mouth or for that matter, any other part of my body. `Come on Davey, say hello to Tony.' She tried to coax me. She finally understood that I was not going to say a word so instead she just held me while she and Tony talked. I was in horror as they made plans on moving back in with each other. It turned out that Tony had rented an apartment in the same building and as soon as Mom could make it happen, we would be moving in with him."

"Tony ended up hanging around until Grandmother came home. When she spotted him in her apartment, she flew into a rage! `What the hell! Why is he here? Young lady, I told you the rules if you want to remain here!' Grandmother shrieked."

"`I am sorry Mother, he is just leaving!' And with that, Tony got up and excused himself and left Grandmother's apartment. After he was gone, I was forced to hear her tell Grandmother all about the plans that she and Tony had."

"Grandmother was not pleased but then again she had no recourse. She did allow us to stay with her until Tony was ready for us to move in with him. That would happen over the next few days. For the time being, as soon as Mom had released me, I went in search of Tommy to let him know what happened. Right then I really needed to vent and talk to my friend."

"When I reached Tommy's apartment, I knocked on the door several times but no one came to the door. Finally concerned, I went to the neighbor lady that tries to keep an eye out for him. When I knocked on her door, she was quick to answer. `Ma'am, I was wondering if you knew where Tommy is. He didn't come to school today.' I explained. I was not ready for her answer though."

"`I am sorry sweetie; Tommy was taken to the hospital late last night. His father was arrested on suspicion of beating Tommy up!' She started to cry as she told me this. `When I called the hospital this morning, I found out that he survived the night but he is in serious condition and in intensive care.' I really didn't understand all the mumbo-jumbo that she was telling me, but I did realize that Tommy was seriously hurt." As I told Billy of this, the dam broke and I started to sob loudly.

"I am so sorry Davey. I hope Tommy survived!" I nodded my head in response, not yet able to stop my tears from flowing.

As I got control over my sobs I tried to finish what I was telling Billy. "Luckily he did, He was released a week later. He was pretty bruised up and had a broken arm. But for the most part, he was his old exuberant self. Because he once again backed his father's story on how he got hurt, all charges against his father were dropped and Tommy was returned to him. I begged Tommy to tell the truth, but he flat out refused and told me if I said anything, our friendship was over with. For the next couple weeks I fought myself over this. By this time, Mom and I was now living with Tony, who was staying in an apartment on the same floor as Tommy. The one good thing about getting out of Grandmother's apartment, Mom allowed Tommy to come over and even spend the night."

When I stopped again, Billy couldn't stand it. "So what happened with you and Tony?"

"Well at first he really did leave me alone as Mom promised. But when he and Mom started to drink heavily and then as she went back to her old drug habit, Tony started to treat me like he use too. In fact, he started to treat me even worse. As Tommy saw what Tony was doing to me, He begged me to do something about it. Of course I was afraid to, just as he was afraid to tell about his dad. In the end we both agreed to keep each other's secret. It was the worst mistake that I ever made!"

"Oh my! What happened?" Billy asked out of concern.

"A month after we moved in with Tony, Tommy was killed!"

As this sunk in with Billy, he joined me in tears. Over the next several minutes, we just held each other and cried in each other's arms. As soon as Billy was able to, he asked the inevitable question. "Did his father kill him?"

I didn't answer, I just continued to cry. Eventually I was able to get out that his dad had been arrested in connection with his death. "While his dad was waiting for trial for Tommy's murder, he hung himself. He left a note expressing how sorry he was over Tommy's death and wished he could remember it, but he had drank way too much that night and blacked out."

"Davey, I am so sorry about all that!" Billy hugged me tightly. I hugged him tightly back as we once again cried in each other's arms.

I am not sure when it happened, but at some point we both had cried ourselves to sleep!

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At some point during the night something awoke me. I couldn't place what it was, but I could feel fear slither its way into me. At first I wondered if my old Monster had come back for me. As the fog of sleepiness began to lift from my brain, the feeling of fear that I at first had, was now starting to dissipate. I sent out all of my senses, looking for what had awakened me. The sense of smell and taste only brought back the faint odor of sweat that tasted of salt. As for my hearing, I was able to hear Dad in the bed next to mine, snoring loudly. It was the sense of feel that I recognized. Normally in the past, this feeling would have included torture from my Monster. But this time I could tell it was different. Finally clarity struck me and I knew what was happening.

It seemed that at some point during his sleep, Billy had stuck his hand inside the front of my diaper and was now holding on to my little fire hose as if it was a piece of candy that he didn't want to give up. The act of him groping me had made me go hard and awakened me as I was about to orgasm. Even though in the past I would have lumped this into the bad category, now I found it quite exhilarating and bursting with a need.

A part of me considered waking Billy up in order to get him to release me, but I realized something; unlike in the past, I really enjoyed the feeling of Billy's hand groping my small boy parts. In fact, my little fire hose was harder than it ever been.

As I got closer and closer to my impending orgasm, my breathing became more labored and the tingling feeling that had started in my groin, had now started to spread out to the tips of my fingers and toes. Now this wasn't the first orgasm I had, but it was the first I really wanted to have!

And then it happened. My small penis throbbed as it tried to spew out its seed, but because I was not yet able to produce it, it instead just shot blanks. The well was unfortunately dry, but it didn't stop my little fire hose from trying!

As I came down from my climax, my bladder suddenly released and my pee washed over Billy's hand. There was something naughty about this whole experience that I found thrilling! Feeling better than I have felt in a long time, I just laid there enjoying the sensation of Billy's hand and as sleep started to overtake me once again, I smiled and sighed with delight. I soon was once again asleep and this time I didn't wake up again till morning.

For the first time since the beginning of this trial, I slept nightmare free. Billy had indeed chased off my bad dreams and protected me through the night. He also gave me a gift that I would forever be grateful for. He allowed me to feel good about something that has always been something awful to me in the past. I knew from now on, that the Monster would no longer have a hold on me!

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