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The Vancouver Ranch
****The following tale is a gay diaper love tale of men and/or boys enjoying wearing and wetting thick diapers, and having gay diaper love sex while wearing them. If this is not the sort of tale that you”re interested in, I strongly urge you to leave now. If this sort of tale is illegal or immoral for you to read, then I strongly urge you to leave now. However, should you wish to continue, I truly hope that you enjoy, and would love to hear your thoughts on it, though comments aren”t necessary to keep me writing, I do so enjoy them. Now, this tale was inspired and encouraged by one of my followers, he gave me the idea and the direction, and I ran with it, he knows who he is, he got to read the first draft and name it for me. If any that read my stories would like to see their ideas done, I can”t promise anything, but give it a shot. Now, if you”d like to contact me, I would love to hear from you, email me at erich5748 at ail. Remember that this site requires our generosity to continue, so please do what you can, and if you feel I”ve earned it, donate in my name as well. Now, onto the story.****
Geoff and I”d been talking for years, mostly just over email, but we”d started calling and talking to each other a few months back now as well. Even though he”s old enough to be my father, we have so much in common, and became fast friends because of it. Getting to talk to someone who”s not only older than I am, but has gone through everything I have as well, has been so nice. What we share in common, we”re both gay baby boy diaper lovers.
Both of us, in our youth, were not only scared of our illness, but petrified that someone would find out our secrets, and then we would be as good as dead. Geoff had buried it so far that he even got married in his younger years, as was expected of him back then, but that did not last, only a few years before he came clean and came out as gay. He got himself a boyfriend, and they lived many happy years together, though Geoff still buried his diaper love, and never let his wife or his husband know about that.
I, however, am still a virgin, at the ripe ole” age of thirty five, I”ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I buried myself in my work so much, and honestly, just buried my feelings, that I was crashing. When I first met Geoff on the website that we”d both been visiting, and clicked because we had so much in common, it was great. Of course it was a gay diaper lovers website, pictures, videos, stories, and of course the chat room, it was great, I finally found a place where I felt like I wasn”t a freak. I even wrote a few stories and posted them there, as an outlet for my feelings and creativity, and Geoff was my biggest fan, and encouraged me most of all, though many others also enjoyed what I wrote and clambered for more.
I left home at the ripe ole” age of sixteen, hiding my feelings and who and what I was from my family, was getting to be too much, so I moved out, moved almost three hours away from the family who always hounded me about when I was going to get a girlfriend, oh, I”m sure they knew, and now I know that they do, because when finally in my twenties my mom asked me if I was ever going to settle down and start a family, I simply said no, there”s absolutely no chance of that ever happening, and when she said, you”re gay, aren”t you, that”s why you left, I finally said fuck it, and said yes, but please tell no one, I”m not ready for that yet. She claimed that it wasn”t a big deal, or surprise, but the calls came far fewer after that, until they just stopped, and now it”s been more than five years since she called. I tried calling a few times, but they never picked up, and so, I gave up on them if they gave up on me. Oh well, no real big loss anyway, and besides, none of my family had been good for or too me, and a good portion of my self esteem problems are because of them and all their horrible words to me.
The reason I chose to leave home at sixteen, was because that”s when I graduated high school. The reason I moved three hours away, was because that”s where the school I wanted to go to was located, just outside of Vancouver. I”d received a pretty amazing scholarship, got several grants and bursaries, and with the little money I”d saved up through growing up and almost always working, I didn”t really have to get any loans. When I completed school, four years worth crammed into only two, so when I was eighteen, I took what little money I had left, found a fixer upper house that was being sold at way under market value, managed to get a mortgage because I had nearly quarter down, and with the very good job I”d already had for six months by then, even though I”d still been in school when I started for them, I managed just fine. As soon as I finished school, and got the highest marks possible, I became a full architect at the firm I was working at already, got a really nice raise, and started fixing up my house.
Because Vancouver”s a very expensive place to live, I decided to rent out a few rooms of my house while I did the renovations, to help afford it all, and I rarely went a month without someone renting at least one of the rooms, but I had four to rent, and they were almost always rented, so that helped to offset some of the cost, but also helped them as well, since I gave them a fair price for what they got, of course they had to understand that there would be lots of noise at times, and I did have a rather strict list of rules about living there. Still, most of my salary went into the bank, I wanted the rental income, so that I could live, but still be able to save. Honestly, I don”t really even need the added income any more, but I got so used to having people living with me, and really adding that much money to my accounts didn”t hurt, that I just never stopped.
The only problem with having room mates, though, is that it severely limited my freedom to just wander around in my diapers, like I very much wanted to, but was much too ashamed of to actually do. From the day that I moved out, and finally got some freedom, I started wearing diapers in secret as much as I could. No one could ever see my shame, at least that”s how I felt. At first it was only just occasionally, but now I”m in them almost every day, but still when no one can see me. I was a constant and ceaseless bed wetter all my life, and even still I can and do have accidents at night, I was never taken to a doctor, it was a massively huge shame to my mother, and every time that she found out about it, she acted far more ashamed than even I felt, though I was always scared of telling her, so, after the age of eight, I just never did, but she usually knew, because of the amount I had to wash my bedding. Usually those mornings coincided with my mother saying snottily, “Again, when will you learn.” So, I guess that”s where both my shame at loving diapers, and my love of diapers comes from, because, trust me, I”d known about them my whole life, had even asked for them multiple times, but of course that was never to be, my mother was absolutely aghast at even the mere mention of her then seven year old still needing baby diapers, how shameful.
For some reason, though, even though I know I do still need diapers at night, and do absolutely enjoy wearing them during the day when possible, I just can”t make myself wear them to bed. Granted, again, I have room mates, and they don”t always understand the concept of privacy. Once I had a lady and her two kids living with me, and the kids would go into my room, which was supposed to be forbidden territory, and snoop around, fortunately I keep all my diaper supplies in my closet, which has an automatic locking handle on it, so they didn”t find them, as well I”ve actually had something like six or seven drunken room mates come home in the middle of the night, and end up in my bed for some reason, and because I”m such a heavy sleeper, I never realized until morning. I had never put the same type of handle on my bedroom door, so that it locks as well, because that was some of my childhood trauma coming out again, I was to never lock a door, ever, however I now do, but it”s an electronic one that I can punch in a code, and I took off the one on my closet, since my bedroom door automatically locks now. So, if my bedroom door locks, why don”t I sleep diapered like I deserve, well, I don”t really know, but I have a few times now, and have done so a lot more recently.
Geoff has often told me that I should see a therapist about my childhood, but, honestly, it”s been his help that”s helped me most of all, but then, he says I”ve helped him as well. Truthfully, it”s been with his help that I”ve even left the house diapered a few times now, clearly while clothed so that no one would see my shame, for I do still see it as that.
We”d been talking a lot as of late at meeting each other, but, we live opposite sides of a continent, in two different countries, he lives in the lowest part of his, and I in the lowest of mine, so thousands of kilometres away. I don”t have a passport, and honestly never had the desire to get one, because my views on travelling were, why go somewhere when I already live in one of the most beautiful places around. Oh sure, there are places I would love to visit, but I just can”t justify spending that kind of money to do so either, I”m supremely cheap. Geoff has a passport, but can”t really afford to travel, because he”s retired and on pension, so doesn”t exactly make a lot of money. He owns his house, so he”s doing okay for himself, but doesn”t have a lot of extra either. I”ve also been very leery of ever meeting anyone I meet online, because I”ve never heard good things about it.
I live very near to Vancouver BC, one of the most gay friendly places, whereas Geoff lives in the deep south of the US, which has never been very open to anyone who”s classified as different, if you”re not a bible thumping, white, redneck, then even though it”s supposedly illegal, you”re gonna be discriminated against. Because he lives very near to a large tourist area, it”s not quite as bad where he is, but still bad. He has often said that he wishes he could move to my area, find himself a boyfriend, because we know that we cannot be, and not have to always hide who his partner is. In some ways, I would very much love that, having a friend, but not only a friend, but one who absolutely understands.
I don”t have friends, I have acquaintances, I have co-workers, but I don”t have friends. Again, some of the trauma of my childhood showing through, friends only hurt you, because boy did they. My best friend in elementary school, even though we”d never slept over at each others houses, and honestly he almost never came to mine, so that he wouldn”t smell my room, found out in grade seven that I was still a full time, every night bed wetter, and blabbed it to everyone. He had also seen more than a few of the wet pants accidents I”d had over the years, but trust me, he never saw them all, so told about how I wet my pants during the day as well, and then refused to ever be near to me again. He also, just to make it worse, started the rumour that I was gay. I mean, I am, but how he could”ve known that is beyond me. So, yeah, friends hurt, so I never allowed myself to get close to anyone ever again. I completely shut everyone out, ignored everyone and everything that they said, just pretended that they didn”t exist at all, and poured everything I had into graduating school as early as I possibly could, even going so far as to start taking some of the university courses while still in high school that I wanted to take and could, and they allowed it. Hence my graduating university so fast, because trust me, I did my first nearly three years of university while still in high school. Shortly before I was to graduate high school, the one I”d once thought was my best friend must”ve finally felt guilty for what he did, and attempted to apologize. Finally he cornered me after trying for a week or more, and made me listen.
“Look, I”m sorry I did what I did, it was mean and the worst thing a friend could do. It really doesn”t matter that you wet the bed or pants back then, and even though I still think you”re gay, that really doesn”t matter either.”
“Thanks for apologizing, but that doesn”t make up for the past five years. You taught me that having friends is a mistake, that friends will only be by your side when you”re perfect, but if we”re not, then we don”t want, need, desire, or deserve friends, because friends only hurt you more than a simple apology can ever fix. I have a disability, and guess what, I do still wet the bed, and my pants some times, feel free to spread that around now as well, because I know you”re gonna anyway, as for whether I”m gay or not, not sure how you could think I am, when not even I know, but, whatever, I know that”s all this was about, you”re just trying to get more ammo to harass me even more, but guess what, I don”t care, you, none of these other fucking assholes here matter, all you are, are just a bunch of pesky mosquito”s constantly buzzing around me, and in less than a month, I”m gone, I”ve pretty much already graduated, and I”m moving to Vancouver, and I”ll never think of you again, because you mean absolutely nothing to me.” Is what I said.
“I deserve that, I really do, but I truly am sorry, and even though I know you still wet your pants, because I saw it happen last week, I won”t ever tell anyone. I figured you must still wet the bed if you still wet your pants too. I”m sorry I drove you to go away to school though, I”ll miss you.”
“No, you”ll miss your target.” I said, and then turned and walked away, and that was the last we ever spoke, even though over the next month, he tried, but I just point blank refused to talk, and avoided him at all costs.
I was wrong, though, I do think about that conversation a lot, hence it still being burned into my mind. I wonder if he knew I was gay, because so is he, and he was hoping that I”d forgive and forget and be his boyfriend. I hoped beyond hope, back then, that I”d hurt him at least a little, and the look on his face as I turned and walked away said that I”d achieved that, but, I do now hope that he”s gotten over it, and moved on with his life, never to be a bully again. I”ve even thought about looking him up and seeing how he”s doing, but just couldn”t.
So, no family, no friends, there”s no one in my life but the few people online that are like me, but no one close. Like Geoff has told me numerous times, I need something more.
I”ve been feeling depressed as of late, though, not having anyone near me, I want a friend, I want a boyfriend, but I”m too shy and scared to go out and find someone, to be rejected and ridiculed again, I”m just not sure I”m strong enough to take it again. I”m also a boylover, so I”d love a baby boyfriend who”s somewhere between ten and thirteen, but of course that”s insanely illegal, so know that I can”t possibly find that, but I also know I”m fully gay, so even finding a late teen to early twenty something gay baby boyfriend would be great, but, again, too petrified to go get what I want. It”s funny, I”m super shy, and, honestly, antisocial to do so, yet at work, I can put all that aside and talk to a room full of people about their newest project I”m designing for them. I suppose because that”s one of my two main passions, three if you include diapers. I also love wood working, and do have a small shop at home now where I go and play for hours sometimes to keep myself busy and not thinking too much of what all I want, but I do love the creativity.
My shop at home is my solace, and the one place where no one is allowed to enter without my express permission, and also the one place where I”m almost always diapered. I keep a good stash in there, and whether I”m going out for only an hour, or for the evening, I get diapered up pretty much as soon as I enter. Some nights I even just go out to the shop to be diapered, and just play on my computer if I”m tired. Yes, I have worn my diapers in the house when my room mates are there, but rarely, because I”m always so afraid they”ll see and bully me for it, and/or spread it around, so, I almost never do. The amount of times I”ve thought of kicking them out and being diapered all the time I”m home is shockingly high, but I just can”t.
So, being utterly depressed with not having anyone near, I finally allowed Geoff to talk me into meeting. I can”t leave the country, so, we decided that roughly half way for both of us would be Toronto, and so, even though I really didn”t want to spend the money, I do kinda make a lot, and I know that Geoff doesn”t, so, we each paid for our own flights, but I covered the hotel room, and got us a really nice two bedroom suite, it”s not in the highest end hotel, it isn”t even the biggest and best that the hotel has, but it is nice, and was actually more reasonable than I thought it was going to be, but then, I live in Vancouver, where everything is at least twice as expensive as nearly anywhere else.
We booked for an entire week, arrive Sunday, and leave the following Sunday, but my flight arrives at nine am, but his won”t get in until nearly noon, and since I can”t go check in at the hotel until two, and it”s a two and a half hour city bus trip to our hotel, there”s little point of leaving until he gets there anyway, so I just made sure to bring a good book as well.
To say I was nervous the morning I was to take my first ever flight, and to meet the one person who could maybe truly be a friend, would be just a tiny understatement. Geoff made me promise to be diapered, the entire time, well, with my nerves being the way they were, it”s honestly for the best that I was diapered anyway, because I”d peed, a lot. I had to change my diaper when I got to the airport in Vancouver, and I had to change again when I landed in Toronto, which I was a little late getting in, but by not even half an hour. What”s funny, both bathrooms had adult diapers in the garbage cans, and both had adult diaper change tables in the handicap bathrooms. So, clearly Erzurum Escort I”m not the only diapered passenger, and from both garbage cans, clearly the passengers were very wet.
Once I collected my bags at the Toronto airport, which took a shocking amount of time, I went to the gate where Geoff would be arriving at in a couple to a few hours, and sat down with my book to wait. Shortly after arriving, though, a boy of around eleven to twelve years old, came and sat just down and across from me. He looked shockingly sad, yet so pretty. He is clearly all alone, he has a beat up old duffle bag, and no one else near him. A few times as I was reading, I heard sniffles coming from him, and looked over surreptitiously to see that he”s crying softly.
Finally I couldn”t hold it in any more. If there”s anything on this planet that”ll make me forget my horrible social anxiety, it”s to see a stunningly beautiful young boy in distress. I moved down the seven seats, so that I”m sitting right across from him.
“Are you okay Young Man, is there anything I can help you with?” I whisper to him.
“Please just leave me alone.”
“I will if that”s what you really want, but I can”t help but to notice that you seem to be in trouble, and all alone. Is there someone I can call to come get you?”
“There”s no one. Just, just leave me alone please, if you find out about me, you”re just gonna ditch me anyway, just like my parents did.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“They lied to me, okay, they sent me here, telling me they”re sending me to a summer camp specializing in my disabilities, but I”ve been here since just before eight, and no one”s come to get me, I”ve searched the entire airport, and now it”s getting close to eleven. I finally opened up the envelope they gave me with everything that I”m supposed to have, they said the forms and my ID and signed waivers were all in there, but, they”re just a bunch of blank sheets. Now I”m stuck in a city clear across the country to where I”m from, I only have supplies to last me for a day, because they said that the camp would have everything I need, I have no ID, no money, I”ve wandered around like I said, to make sure that no one”s holding up a sign with my name, and there”ve been no announcements calling me to anywhere. I even asked at the counter, and they said that no one”s asked about me, or know about any youth going to any camps.”
“And exactly what disability do you have? You appear to be in good health, you talk well, you even sound above average smart for your age, that I place about twelve?”
“Yeah, I”m twelve, but, just leave now, save me at least that shame at having you leave me after I tell you anyway.”
“Tell you what. You tell me, I do what I can to help you out, regardless of what this issue may be, and I promise not to judge.”
“Fine. I”m high functioning autistic, and I have no bladder control.”
“So, high functioning autistic means you have many of the traits, but it doesn”t cause you any real issues, other than probably social skills.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Yeah, well, I”m probably the same, though I was never diagnosed, I”ve known for years that I likely am anyway, since I just have too many of those same traits. No bladder control, as in none at all, all day, every day?”
“Really, you are too?”
“I think so, yes.”
“And yeah, no control at all.”
“And how do you manage it, with catheters or diapers?”
“Diapers. I can”t use catheters, trust me, my parents tried, to the point they actually damaged me further and caused a week long hospital stay to help repair what they did.”
“Wow, fate sure can be strange some times.”
“What do you mean?” He asked warily.
“Well, I have bladder control, if you really wish to call it that, but it”s questionable at best. I still wet the bed many nights, and while daytime accidents are thankfully far more rare than when I was a kid, they do still happen, because I swear I have a bladder the size of a three year old, and I have to go to the bathroom sometimes as much as every hour. I”ve wanted diapers my entire life, but my mother was absolutely aghast at and against her son being a baby, and so, therefore diapers were never even thought of, and when I did screw up the courage to ask for them, because, let”s face it, I desperately needed them, and very much wanted them, wow, she nearly freaked out on me and told me that she”d never buy me any such thing, and forbade me to ever wear such a thing, or to ever even talk about it ever again. But, I still desperately needed and wanted them, I grew to love the very idea of them, and so, as soon as I left home at sixteen, and went to university, I started wearing them in secret, and now, I”m a full on baby boy diaper lover. I don”t wear all day, every day, because I”m so scared anyone would ever find out, but, I”m here on vacation, my first ever vacation I might add, to meet another baby boy diaper lover, and he made me agree to be diapered the entire time I”m here, and so, as such, I”m diapered as well.”
“Wow, you mean it?”
“Absolutely. You”re also the very first person I”ve ever said any of that to, other than nearly anonous people online.”
“Thanks.” He smiled brightly to me.
“So, what”s your issue then?”
“Not a clue. I”ve tried asking my parents, but I”m just a stupid kid and am not to waste their fucking time asking stupid fucking questions. All I know is that I can”t control my pee at all, and that somehow catheters are a huge no no. So, diapers are the only choice. Most of this all happened before I even started in kindergarten, so I don”t really remember too much. My mom makes me go in to buy my diapers, she hates that she hasta take me there even, and truly despises that she hasta pay for them, but has said that the only reason she does at all, is because she gets it all back anyway, but if she hadta pay for it, she”d just let me suffer like the pig I clearly am.”
“Sounds like your mom and mine might just be the same, maybe not the same person, but the same none the less. So, you”re twelve, that”d put you in grade seven, then, right?”
“I was supposed to have just finished grade seven, and be going to grade eight, yes, but, no, I”m gonna be starting grade ten, even though the schools didn”t wanna skip me ahead, I kinda didn”t really give “em a choice in the matter. It”s so stupid, my mom calls me fucking stupid all the time, how I”m too dumb to do anything right, and here I am, going to grade ten instead of eight, and honestly, had they”ve allowed me to skip before last year, I think I”d already be graduating. I even yelled at her, called her a bitch and everything, saying if I”m so fucking stupid, why am I so far ahead in school, instead of failing and dropping out like she did. Boy did she ever try and smack me hard for that, good thing she was drunk and couldn”t have hit a wall. That was only five days ago, the next day she must”ve hatched this brilliant plan to get rid of her useless piece of garbage. So, now here I am, stuck on the other side of the country.”
“What about your dad?”
“Yeah, not entirely convinced he”s actually my dad, even though that”s what I”ve been told to call him all my life, but meh, whatever, I don”t care, I don”t have parents any more, and I”ll never go back to them, ever. He”s an abusive drunk as well, but mostly he just completely ignores me, even when I”m in the room, he pretends that he can”t see me. Funny, I do the same to him, he”s been nothing to me since I was five.”
“Oh sure, he”s reddened my backside more than a few times, but nowhere near as much as my mother has. My last spanking for being useless was when I was ten, though, when after the third hit, I finally had enough, jumped up, grabbed the hair brush she was using, and broke it clean across her useless ugly fucking face, and told her if she ever hits me again, that I”d make sure all the police found were a bunch of little pieces of shit. I think she knew I meant it too, and I did, and she”s never tried spanking me again.”
“Good for you.” I nearly cheered.
“Thanks. It felt good, and it got better after that. Almost as if she almost respected me a little for having a back bone or something.”
“What about the one you called father, how”d he react to that?”
“He laughed his ass off, and told her that he”d warned her that eventually I”d react. He never tried to hit me again after that either, mind you. Oh, they still yelled, a lot, called me horrible things, but I just gave it right back to them.”
“Again, good for you. Wish I coulda done that, but I wasn”t very strong.”
“So, you were raised pretty much the same way then?”
“Yes, to some degree. She didn”t hit me, that woulda made her a bad mother you see, she never really even truly yelled at me, but still, the words she did say, and the words she didn”t, but I could see in her eyes, hurt sometimes more than any ten hits possibly could. She called me disgusting, useless, animal, dirty, freak, and probably a thousand more horrible things, and she still somehow thought she was a good mother. Hence my no longer caring to try and contact her, or any family for that matter.”
“When did you leave home?”
“I left home when I was sixteen.” I said, and then gave him my history as well.
“You know, the worst abuse she gave you, I think, was she didn”t get you diapers like you not only wanted, but clearly needed as well.”
“Yeah, I agree. So, you said you lived clear across the country, so do I. I”m just outside of Vancouver.”
“Really, I lived in Vancouver. That”s too funny how that could happen.”
“Yeah, I know, it”s kinda freaky, really. So, I could have the hotel add a cot to our suite, saying my nephew is joining us as a last minute guest, and you can just have a vacation with us, but first, we needta figure out how to get you a ticket back home with me. Even if you don”t stay with me, we needta get you back home and get your parents all straightened out.”
“Really, you”d do that for me?”
“Sure, I like you, we”re both shockingly similar, and you need the help. It”s not gonna cost me all that much, really, and I do make lots, so no worries there.”
“But, what about the fact that I have no ID?”
“Well, I never even showed my ID when I bought my ticket, nor when I boarded or landed, so, hopefully it”ll be the same for you. Not a clue. If it ends up being an issue, then I guess we just rent a car and we drive home. Not gonna lie, hope we don”t haveta go that route, I actually kinda hate driving at the best of times.” I laughed.
So, we went to the nearest ticket counter and asked about getting another ticket on the same flight that I”m scheduled to be on, and she never even questioned who he is, just simply said that flight”s booked now, but that the next one is only four hours later, and has a few seats left, so, I asked if I can transfer my ticket to that flight, and get another ticket, preferably with adjoining seats, and she looked, then said yes. So, I paid for it. She never even asked for his name or anything.
“Well, that was shockingly easy.” I said when we sat back down in our seats.
“No kidding. So, outta curiosity, then, since we”re gonna be together a lot over the next week, and maybe more, but, what”s your name?” He asked me.
“I was leaving that up to you. My name”s Alex, but I go by Lex most of the time. And what”s yours?”
“Shelby. But most of the time I go by Shelby.” He grinned brightly to me.
“Cute. You have a beautiful smile, but then, you”re beautiful anyway, so that makes sense.”
“No I”m not.”
“Oh, yes you are. Look, I know where you”re coming from, no one ever said nice things about me either, it”s to the point now that I”m not even at all comfortable with compliments, I hadta deal with it so much, and for so long. I know you”re the same, but, I do want you to know, you truly are beautiful, especially to me.”
“Thanks. I think you”re really good looking too.” He whispered.
And Shelby is beautiful. He is just over one and a half meters tall, he”s really slim, so I”d be shocked if he weighs even as much as thirty five kilos, he has beautiful brass coloured hair with natural streaks of darker red in it that is left a little long and wavy, he has intensely green eyes that are stunningly beautiful, button nose and ears that fit him very well, and he has nice lips even, very kissable indeed, but I have to be careful thinking like that, because I”m sure he doesn”t want someone as old as me, but that doesn”t stop my dick from dreaming he”s a very real possibility.
Myself, though I think of as very plain, I”ve been told I”m good looking, I just never believe them. I”m just about two meters tall, weigh just barely eighty kilos, I have mousy brown hair that I keep mostly pretty short, eyes that shift from blue to green from time to time, a little bolder nose and good lips.
“So, what do you do for a living then?” Shelby asked me.
“I”m an architect, I design mostly commercial buildings, but also design large scale residential, and even single family homes from time to time, but they”re usually special ones.”
“Cool, large scale, so apartments and townhouses and stuff like that?”
“Yeah. Mostly apartments and condos and stuff like that. I”ve got two condo towers nearing completion, as well as a hotel, plus I”ve got a couple others that are anywhere from just in groundbreaking to nearly complete as well, and that”s just this year. One”s a brand new city library, and I”ve got a new office and warehouse for someone, and two houses, but one of them”s very special.”
“Why”s the one so special?”
“Because it”s mine.”
“Oh, as in you”re building yourself the house of your dreams?”
“Yeah, have spent way too much money on it, but I bought the land several years ago when the original owner was going bankrupt and needed the cash, so he sold it to me for pennies on the dollar what it was actually worth, but, considering it”s so far out of town, and up in the hills, it was already not very highly valued land. There”s no power or anything there, so, I”ve got six windmills and twenty solar panels that”ll charge up an entire storage shed full of batteries, but I”ll also have a backup generator that runs off of propane, and I”ll use satellite for all my communications needs, because there”s absolutely no cellular there, but, I am putting in a cell repeater that hooks up through the internet connection, so that I can just keep and use my cell phone, so that it makes my life easier, and I”ve bought one big enough that it”ll cover almost my entire property.”
“Wow, how big”s the property?”
“Little over a hundred acres, but the nearest property that”s inhabited is something like ten kilometres away.”
“Wow. What”s the house gonna look like?”
“I”m calling it a rambling rancher. It”s two stories, so a full basement and then the main living level. I”ve got ten bedrooms, each with it”s own bathroom, nice large office, kitchen, living, and dining room that are all one large area and very open, there”s a large wood burning fireplace in the living room that separates all that from the games room and lounge, and the fireplace is two sided, so that you can see it from both sides. The furnace and hot water tank hooks up to it as well via a hot water system, so that I use less gas in the winter time, which is just propane as well, so it keeps it nice and cozy and efficient. There”s a large five car garage that”s right next to that, and then there”s the basement, which is the entire size of the house and the garage together, and that”s gonna be my new shop. I love wood working, so I”m making it the shop of my dreams. There”s also a pool in a pool house off the living room, since I”ve always wanted one, but I”ve had nothing but troubles with the above ground ones I”ve had at my place, but then, they”ve always been outside as well, so that”s never helped.”
“Wow. That”s gonna be a helluva house, but why so big if it was just gonna be you?”
“Few reasons, and please don”t tell my friend any of this when you meet him, but, I think I”d like for him to move here, and when my new place is finished, I plan to offer that to him. Next, if I”m gonna do it, I”m gonna do it right. You haveta understand that a property like that, so far outta town, it hasta have a nice big house, or it”d never sell. I also wanted certain things for myself, and I wanted the big shop, and honestly, that”s kinda where I started. I was just gonna go six bedrooms, but then I hadta sacrifice a little shop space, and the scale of it also looked off, so now it looks more to scale. Same reason for the garage, I don”t need one that large, at all, but the scale was off, and that actually made my shop larger than I”d intended, which I was totally not against.” I smiled brightly.
“Cool. I love wood shop at school. My teachers all told me to concentrate on other things, that being in the wood shop was lower than my abilities, but I didn”t agree. They said I should be a doctor or a scientist, but, I”d rather just play with wood.”
“I”ll just bet you would.” I giggled like a preteen boy.
“Huh…..Oh, I get it. Yeah.” He said, also giggling. “Totally didn”t mean it like that, but true none the less.”
“Good.” He grinned brightly.
“So, I happen to know a good family lawyer, I designed his dream home for him a couple years ago, and he absolutely loves it, so, I think I”m gonna email him and Erzurum Escort Bayan ask him about you, and what we can do.”
“Okay, but, just make sure and let him now that I”d rather die than go back to my parents, and I”d really rather not go to foster care either. I think, if you”re okay with it, I”d kinda like to live with you.”
“That”s what I was gonna tell him anyway, because, as much as I never thought I”d have kids, and really didn”t want any either, you can”t argue a chance meeting like this. With that being said, though, you”re certainly not a child any longer either, you”re twelve, which makes you a preteen, and you”re smarter than most sixteen year olds are. Add in the fact that I actually feel fully comfortable talking to you, which is rare at best, normally it takes a miracle to get me actually talking, I have a feeling that we”re meant to be together.”
“Thanks, and um, how together?” He asked, and the only way I can describe how he sounded when he asked that, is husky.
Uh oh, he”s horny for me. Well, I”m horny for him, so I guess it”s only fair.
“To the outside world, father and son. Inside our home, if it”s what you want, once you become legal, which is sixteen, maybe more, but that”s entirely up to you.”
“What if I wanted more, like now?”
“You know I”m not allowed to answer that how either of us want.”
“So, you do too. Good.”
“God yes, you”re stunningly beautiful, you”re smart, you”re gay, and you”re a diaper lover, you check off all my boxes, and then some.”
“Same for you to me.”
“Thanks.” I said, and then grabbed my phone.
I emailed my lawyer client, and as I was typing, I asked Shelby all sorts of questions, that he happily answered as best he could, though he couldn”t answer all, such as his parents birth dates, but he was able to give places of work, and other very crucial information, so, hopefully that”ll be more than enough. I made it very clear to him what Shelby wants, and that I”m allowing it if it”s possible.
“There we go, done.” I said when I was finished.
“Thanks. When do you think we”ll know anything?”
“I told him we come home in a week, so we would like to know then if possible, but that you”re more than welcome to stay with me until everything”s all ironed out. The only problem is my room mates, if I come home with a clearly gay baby boy, and honestly, I think most people will be able to tell you”re gay, and I”m reasonably certain they must know I am too, just what they”re gonna say. At least I do have one bedroom left at the moment.”
“Easy, just tell them I”m your nephew, but that you”re adopting me, because of problems with my parents. Most of it”s true, so easy to remember.”
“I suppose that”s all we can do.”
“Yeah. So, when”s your new house gonna be ready?”
“Our house now. It”s supposed to be ready in just under a month now. I haven”t even gone to see it, though I”ve wanted to so bad, but it”s an hour and a half drive from where I live, so I didn”t wanna make the drive either.”
“Oh, so what are you gonna do about work then?”
“I”m still gonna work, only mostly from home now. I do most of my work at home already anyway, since there”s no point in me going into the office just to do what I do, when I can very easily do so at home. Honestly, nowadays, and with so many of my clients being so far away, we do most of our meetings via video chat anyway. For the few times a client needs to see me, they can drive to me just as easily, since I”ll likely not be that much further away anyway, and I can go into the office when needed too. With that being said, though, I am partially retiring too, and my boss knows that already, I”ve told him I”m staying working for him exclusively, so no worries there, but I”m only doing certain specialty things now. Over the past ten years, I”ve bought more than a few parcels of land, and I designed mixed use buildings for all of them, the final one”s just about complete, and between all of them giving me massive amounts of income, I truly don”t haveta work any more, but I want to.”
“Cool, what do you mean mixed use?”
“Most of them are condo buildings, but with retail in the lower sections, they all have large secure parking garages, gs, lounges, and pools, since they”re all high end places. But, I also bought the land next to the hospital, and that”s my building that”s just about finished there. Only the top three floors are residential, and they”re six huge penthouse suites for doctors, which are all already leased and they”re just waiting, but the rest of the huge building is all office space, I”ve designated it mostly for medical use, and already the hospital”s leased six full floors, and I”ve got something like sixteen doctors already on the hook. So, yeah, trust me, I won”t be doing too bad for myself. Granted, I went into massive debt to build the fucking places, but with nine of them now fully leased, and the last one almost fully leased as well before it”s even complete, I”m already starting to pay everything off, and have less than half the debt I did. Trust me, though, that was some scary, looking at my accounts and seeing negative forty some million dollars at more than one point. Oh well, it”s only money, and honestly, the bank took most of the risk on that, there”s no way I coulda covered it had something bad happened. Mind you, I owned all the land, because I paid for it in cash.”
“Fuuuuuuck. That”s ballsy.”
“And then some. But, meh, whatever, it”s just money.”
“True.” He laughed. “You”re mega rich then. Cool.”
“To look at my accounts, no, I”m absolutely not. I have a little better than a million left in my personal accounts, but I”m still in the hole with the banks for something like nearly twenty million, but they should be fully paid off in ten years or less. I”m actually trying for five years or less, but all my papers say just shy of ten. I”m keeping none of my income from all of them, though, I”m dumping it all back into the banks to pay them off as fast as possible, I hate paying their rates.”
“Eek.” He giggled.
“Eek, exactly.” I laughed as well. “But, like I said, it”s only money. If you”re smart about it, money is easy to make, but trust me, it”s even easier to lose.”
“Yeah, I know. Even though my parents never gave me anything, and I”ve never really done much work for anyone, I did still, and every time they gave me money to go buy what I needed, such as my diapers, I made sure that they gave me extra. My mom never asked for receipts for some stupid reason, and so, I”ve actually got a lot saved up. Oh, shit, it”s all in my bedroom at home, though, I couldn”t get a bank account without them.”
“Tell me where it is, and I”ll make sure that the lawyer goes and gets it for you, as well as anything you want from home.”
As he told me, I typed it into my phone for the lawyer to go and get as well, and when that was done, we just sat there for a while longer, talking, getting to know each other.
“So, when did you know you were gay, and a diaper lover Shelby?” I asked.
“Well, I think I”ve always been a diaper lover, because for as long as I can remember, I”ve always loved them, and never wanted to give them up anyway. As for gay, well, I think I was still in kindergarten when I started to realize I liked boys in a more than friends kinda way, but it wasn”t “til I was eight that I really knew and understood. What about you?”
“Actually, not all that different really. Of course, I never got diapers, but I was five the first time I started dreaming of being diapered. It was also around then that I started dreaming of seeing the other boys in my class in just soggy diapers, and even naked, but it wasn”t “til I was about ten that I started to truly understand my feelings there, because they were getting way stronger, so, I finally put a name to what I was, a gay baby boy diaper lover, but I”d suspected it for a couple years at least, but, especially to me, being gay was an absolute death sentence, and I knew it. My mom said it was okay when she finally asked and I finally admitted, but I knew it wasn”t. The calls that were already sporadic at best, pretty much dropped off, and even though I called a few times after that, she never picked up, and now it”s been well over five years since I talked to her last, and now I couldn”t give a damn. I bet if she knew how much money I”m worth, though, oh, she”d be right here, pretending to love me, but, no, not any more.”
“You”ve never mentioned your father, what about him?” Shelby asked.
“Not a clue who he is, where he”s at, nothing. I asked about him once when I was around eight or so, I suppose, mostly because I hated my mom so much, and she told me that he”s a loser who fucked her then fucked off, and that she has no idea where he”s at. She wasn”t even sure of his name, so, I”m guessing he was either a drunken one night stand, or he was a customer, not sure, and I certainly wouldn”t have put it past her either.”
“Yeah, to tell you the truth, that”s what I think my mom did as well.”
“Useless sluts, and then they take out their anger on us, just “cause they couldn”t keep their disgusting legs closed.” I laughed.
“Actually, I”ve nearly told her exactly that a billion times.” Shelby laughed.
“Yeah, I damn near did too. Oh, that”s the call for my friends flight just exiting now.”
“Cool, do you even know what he looks like?”
“Yeah, we”ve done video chats a few times now.”
So, we stood up, grabbed our things, and headed near to where Geoff would be coming out. It was only about ten minutes for him to exit, and when we saw each other, we headed toward each other, I stuck out my hand to shake, but he grabbed it, and pulled me into a hug instead. Honestly, that”s the very first hug I”ve ever had, at least that I know of.
“Lex, it”s so good to finally see you.” Geoff said.
“And it”s so good to finally see you as well. Do you need a soggy baby bum change before heading out?”
“Yeah, I do, actually. I”m not a terribly good flyer, and it usually scares the piss outta me.”
“Yeah, it did to me as well. As you know, that was my first time ever even in a plane, of any sort, on the ground, or in the air.”
“Same.” Shelby whispered from behind me, and at first Geoff had no idea that he was really even there, or that he was with me.
“Oh, right, Shelby, come out and meet Geoff, he”s the friend I was telling you about.”
“Who”s this Lex?”
“Well, this is Shelby, and once we”re free to do so, we”ll tell you all that details.”
“Well, it”s good to meet you Shelby, I”m Geoff.”
“It”s good to meet you as well Geoff.” Shelby said in at least a little louder voice this time.
“Come on, change room”s over this way, and they have an adult diaper change table in there for you to use, so it”s nicer than trying to get your diaper on correctly while standing.”
When we got there, Geoff went in, while Shelby and I waited. He was back out only a few minutes later.
“Okay, now we just have to go out to the bus stop and wait for the next bus to get us to our hotel.” I said once Geoff said he”s ready to go.
So, all of us with our bags headed out to the bus stop, and as it turned out, we only had to wait not even ten minutes for the bus heading toward our hotel. Of course we”re going to have to transfer three times, so it”s something like two and a half hours to get there, but that”s okay, we have lots of time, and it”s cheap. I”d already downloaded the bus schedule and what buses to take to get us to where we need to go, and I have that information printed out, so that we can easily get there. I paid for the day bus pass for all three of us, for all zones, so that we don”t have to worry, and as soon as the correct bus arrived, we hopped on, and got seats, we took a set of four that face each other, but of course left one easily accessible for another passenger, I may hate being around other people, but I”m not an asshole who won”t allow someone a seat. Granted, with all three of us with our travel bags, since we”re travelling fairly light, since extra baggage on a plane is really rather expensive, we didn”t really have all that much room, but we kept them on our laps, again, so to give other people a chance to sit as well.
Because the bus was noisy and crowded, and yes, the extra seat was taken at the next stop, that didn”t allow for us to really talk any, so, we just waited until we arrived to the hotel. I went up, gave my name, asked for an extra cot to be brought up, because my nephew ended up joining me after all, but I was told the couch folds out, so no worries there, she didn”t even bother charging me extra for it, not that I cared all that much, but, hey, I”m cheap, why would I complain right. Once I had our key cards, and I asked for three so that we each have one, we head up to our suite.
“Wow, nice room.” I said when we walked in, but I wasn”t the only one, I think both the others did as well.
“So, Geoff, you go ahead and pick the room you want, Shelby, you get the other, and I”ll take the couch.”
“No, you get the bedroom, I take the couch, no arguments.” Shelby said.
“Thanks, but you do deserve it.”
“Thanks as well, but, trust me, the bed in the couch will likely already be way better than I”m used to.”
“Probably true too. Fine, Geoff, you pick your room first, and I”ll take the other.”
“Since you”re paying for it, you really should pick first.” Geoff said.
“Yes, true, but I”m giving you first dibs, so, take it. Chances are, they”re pretty near the same anyway, it”s a two bedroom, three bathroom suite, so we”re each gonna have our own bathrooms anyway.”
“Okay, fine.” He smiled warmly to me.
Geoff chose the one that overlooks a park a little ways away, so I got the other, that overlooks the parking lot, which is just fine by me, chances are I won”t even open the drapes anyway, we”re too damned high up for my liking. We got our stuff put away, Shelby figured out how to open up the couch, and put his stuff in the end tables beside it. Once we”re all done, we sit at the table, fortunately there are four chairs, and Shelby and I told Geoff all that he now needs to know.
“That”s amazing that you two met like that, and though I”m sorry your parents treated you like that, I have a feeling you”re gonna get so much more because of it now.” Geoff said happily to Shelby.
“Thanks.” Shelby smiled as well.
“So, none of us has enough diapers to last the entire week, since there”s little point in packing that much, which means we needta go find a medical supply store. You did say you were gonna stick to disposable baby diapers while here, right Geoff, so that you didn”t haveta worry about washing and drying your cloth baby diapers?”
“Exactly. I prefer the cloth, but I don”t mind the disposables either.”
“Yeah, whereas, as you know, I prefer my disposables, and so too does Shelby. Since you and I”ll likely be the same size anyway, I”ll just buy one large case for the two of us to share, and then I”ll get Shelby a smaller pack in his size as well. Even though, normally, I”d never allow anyone to see me at all diapered, I”m only buying us the thickest diapers, so that we don”t haveta waste any more than is necessary.”
“Okay.” Geoff and Shelby said together.
I asked at the front desk where the largest medical supply store in the city is, and we were told that it”s actually only three blocks away, and where at, so, we decide to just walk, since why not. As we walked, we talked more and more, and had a really nice walk. We also saw a few neat places to visit, as well as a few restaurants that smelled really good, and since it”s well past the time for food anyway, and we”re all hungry, we stopped in at a pasta place that smelled absolutely inviting.
I asked for a bottle of wine, and house salad and bread to start, as well we all asked for glasses of lemon water, and Shelby also got tea. We talked more and more as we sat and enjoyed our late lunch, then even though Geoff attempted to do so, I paid the bill.
“Now, Geoff, I”m covering pretty near everything, no arguments. I have lotsa money, and for the first time in my life, I actually wanna spend it on something like this, so, let me. I know you can”t afford too much extra, so, save your money for something you wanna buy if you find something. Of course, anything any of us finds will haveta be shipped home, since that”s gonna cost way less in the long run.”
“That wasn”t what I agreed to.” Geoff said.
“Yeah, but only because we didn”t talk about it. Now, no arguments.” I grinned brightly to him.
I left a good tip on the table for the great service and the even better food, and then we headed out to our original destination. Well, the lady at the hotel was right, it is a very large and well stocked medical supply store alright. We went and found their very best and thickest diapers, Geoff and I get adult medium, and Shelby gets youth medium, but they”re the same otherwise. I grabbed three bottles of good lotion as well, so that we each have some, as well as three packs of wipes, and three jars of diaper rash cream for the same reason. I went and paid the bill, and the lady bagged it all up for us, and we headed back to our hotel.
Once at the hotel, we went up to our room and put our supplies away.
“Shit, we should find somewhere that sells backpacks, so that we can each make a diaper bag, that way we don”t always haveta come back to here just to change.” I said.
Escort Erzurum “Not a bad idea.” Geoff said.
So, back to the front desk, to once more ask where the mall was, and found that the Eaton Centre is only a ten minute bus ride away, and the bus picks up every ten minutes or so heading there, so, we headed back out to wait for the bus. We hopped on only a minute after getting there, and the only reason it took that long to get there, was because of the other stops. Honestly, it was only a little better than twice the distance as to the medical supply store, only the opposite direction.
Wow, big mall. Granted, even the malls at home I rarely go into, and the largest there isn”t too much smaller, but definitely smaller none the less. We found a sporting goods store, and each picked out the back pack that we like, they”re all the same, other than colours. As we passed an area for work wear, I happened to notice that they carry one piece gnast outfits, and so, I splurged and got each of us three, two white and a black in our sizes. Then I looked down at Shelby”s feet as we”re passing the shoe department, and saw that his shoes were probably well past their best by date at least three months ago, so, we picked him out a good pair that fit well, are comfortable, and look good too. I asked Shelby how he”s set for clothes, and he says he has three more sets, and they”re at least reasonably new and still in good condition, so doesn”t really need more yet, other than socks he says, so, we grab him a fresh pack, since you must have a fresh clean pair every day, sorry, socks must never be worn two days in a row without washing first. Shelby laughed at me when I said that, because he said he usually has to wear his socks for a week before they get washed, which gave me a full body shudder. Both he and Geoff laughed at me.
Once all paid up, we stuff all our things into our packs, except Shelby”s new shoes, which he put on, and threw out his old ones, since I didn”t even feel they were good enough now to donate to someone else.
“Thanks Lex, that”s more than I think my parents have spent on me all year.”
“Hopefully not, but especially if they buy your diapers for you.” I smiled happily to him, it felt nice to buy him nice things.
“They do, begrudgingly, and usually with a lot of insults hurled at me because of it.”
“Yeah, I don”t doubt that, and I got the same for my wet pants and beds. At least they bought you your diapers at all, mine didn”t.”
We continued searching around the mall, all of us seeing things that we”d like to have, and we even bought a few of them too. I have a whole brand new house that”s going to need things, because I”m taking nothing but my personal stuff from my current place when I move, so I”ve actually bought a few more things. The bill to ship all mine and Shelby”s things home will probably be pretty steep, but that”s okay. We actually shopped until it was dinner time, so, we hopped on the bus back to the hotel, took our things up to our room, and because by now we”re all in need of soggy baby bum changes, we all take care of that. For some reason, though, having Shelby near to me, knowing who and what he is, and who and what he wants, made me stupidly hard, so, I had to jack off three times in a row just to be able to tape up.
Before leaving my room, to make sure that Shelby is presentable, I only cracked open my door and called out, “Are you done?”
“Yeah, just finished.” He said, so I exited. As soon as I”m fully in the room, he grins and says, “You and Geoff took as long as I did, hopefully for the same reason.”
Before I could answer, Geoff also cracked open his door, saw me already out, so came out.
“Oh, good, you two are done. I wondered if you”d take a good while to change. I”m getting a little too old to do that at every diaper change now, but I do still remember when a simple diaper change could take me an hour.” He grinned brightly to us both.
“Yeah.” We both said.
“Now, let”s pack up our diaper bags and head out for dinner Babies.” I said.
So, all three of us did so right away. As soon as we”re ready to go, we head out, and walked to another nearby restaurant that smelled delicious, went in, ordered way too much food, and another bottle of wine, which officially puts me at more than I”ve drank in the last month combined, maybe even three, but that”s okay too, I am on vacation, and we do have a lot to celebrate.
“So, what all are we gonna do then while we”re here. I looked at some of the attractions, but I wasn”t sure what the plans were gonna be?” Geoff asked.
“No real plans, to tell the truth, I liketa just kinda fly by the seat of my soggy diaper.” I grinned. “However, I do wanna check out the museum and the art gallery, and of course you can”t visit Toronto and not go see the Niagara Falls, so that”s on my list of places to visit. Then there”s both the zoo and the aquarium, as well they have an amazing science centre here, and they have a stunning park here as well, so there too. There”s probably a few more I”m forgetting, and smaller places we can visit too when we have less time available.”
“Okay, and what about the CN Tower? I read up on that too, and apparently it”s amazing.”
“And I”ll happily take you two there, so that you can go up, but, sorry, I”m not going up there. Way too fucking high up for me. I”ve designed buildings nearly as tall, but I”ll never go to the top of them, nope, no way. Even our hotel room”s a little higher up than I”m strictly comfortable with, and we”re only on the tenth floor, hence my not caring what room I had, because I more than likely won”t even open the drapes.”
“Baby.” Geoff laughed.
“Yes, and very thickly diapered at that, thanks for noticing.” I laughed as well.
“Well, if we can”t all go, then there”s no point. It”s not that big a deal to me anyway.”
“I”m kinda with Lex on that one too anyway, I”ve heard of it, but have no interest in going up that high either.” Shelby giggled.
“Baby.” Geoff laughed again.
“Yes, and also very thickly diapered at that too, thanks also for noticing.” Shelby giggled, he has a very cute laugh.
When we finished our dinner, we headed out and just walked the town. There”s no real point in truly going anywhere this late in the day, and the downtown area where we”re staying has a lot of really nice shops, and we all enjoyed going in and looking around. We all bought way too much, though, there were just so many amazing souvenirs and awesome things for our homes, as well as for ourselves that we just couldn”t help ourselves, but that”s okay too. I”d told Shelby that I”d buy him almost anything he wants within reason, but to not go insane either, because we do have to ship it home, but that I don”t mind that at all. We actually had a really good night, and by the time we got back to the hotel, it was later than I”m usually awake for. I did stop at the front desk, though, to ask a question.
“Just out of curiosity, do you guys have a courier that stops in to pickup? We”ve all bought stuff, and it”ll cost a small fortune to take it on the plane with us, so, we”re gonna ship it home instead.”
“Yes, we have two, one that gives our customers a great rate for in Canada, and another that”ll go virtually anywhere in the world. We even have boxes and packing materials here for sale, it”s shocking just how much we sell.” He said, laughing.
“I bet, because you guys have lots of amazing things for sale here, and we haven”t even hit the markets yet. That”s awesome, though, saves us having to find a shipping store.”
“I strongly suggest you hit the St. Lawrence Market, I try to only go once a month, otherwise I just buy too much. Granted, some of the food vendors there are spectacular as well, again, only once a month, or I”d look like Jabba The Hutt.” He laughed.
“Yeah, I”m reasonably certain I”m gonna finally gain a few kilos this week, but that”s okay. This is my first ever vacation, granted, same with my dad and nephew here, so, what”s a good vacation without going home a little heavier right.” I said.
“Yeah, try going to Greece or Italy, did that, they had to refuse entry to the plane I was on of at least three people for the amount of weight I gained.” He laughed.
“That”s too funny. Hope your boyfriend also did.” I asked.
“Yeah, he did, I figured you for gay as well.”
“Yeah, same for my dad and nephew, in case you missed it. By the way, we”re all also the same as you in another way too, and it looks like you”ve started to leak.”
“Yeah, I thought they were as well, and shit, again. It costs so damned much to live here, I can”t afford very good diapers, and with still paying for school, even having a good paying job like this, I just can”t afford much.”
“Try living in Vancouver, everything there”s nearly twice as expensive as it is here.”
“Yikes, I wouldn”t be able to survive.”
“Not sure how some of the kids do nowadays. Now, I know they”re more expensive, but if you buy twice as expensive diapers, they”re likely to last you three times longer, or more, so, in the end, they”d be cheaper.”
“Never thought about it that way. You”re probably right.”
“Trust me, I am. I”m a super tight ass when it comes to money, I normally don”t spend any money unless it can”t be helped, but the reason the rich are rich, is because they look at cost versus value, then choose the highest value for the lowest cost, trust me. I”ll go grab you a few of our diapers, try them, I guarantee you, not only will they be more comfortable, but they”ll hold probably twice as much. Also, unless you haveta wear the tan slacks for work, I strongly urge you to wear dark blue or black, they hide the leaks better, trust me, I still leak a few times a week, just because I loveta feel nice and full, but can go for too long too.”
“The tan were all I had clean today, I already know about the darker colours hiding leaks better, because that”s normally all I wear. The only reason I have these, was because my ex boyfriend had bought them for me.”
“Fair enough. So, single at the moment huh?” I said.
“Yeah, finding gay diaper lovers or wearers is hard, my last boyfriend was neither, he thought it was kinky, but it didn”t last. Oh well, he was fun, and because he was pretty rich, and loved to travel, I did get to see a few really cool places I”d likely never gotten to see otherwise.”
“Yeah, know how you feel there actually.” Geoff said.
“Yeah, but I”ve met lots here now.” He grinned, looking to all three of us.
“I bet. So, what are you in school for?” Shelby asked.
“Just finished art school, I love painting and drawing. Sadly, there”s not a hell of a lot of call for that, but I”ve done a few that”ve sold rather well.”
“If you have a gallery, we”d love to come see your paintings. I, for one, would love some art that I know was gay diaper lover made?” I said.
“Same.” Geoff and Shelby said together.
“I”d really like that. I do the night shifts here, so, nine pm to six am, I do all my stuff first thing in the morning, and go to bed around noon. I have nowhere to go tomorrow, so, any time tomorrow before noon would be great.”
“Then consider us there. Gimme a minute, I”ll run up and grab you some diapers, so that you can go and change, I hope you always keep a spare pair of pants, as you should being a diaper wearer, and while I”m doing that, give Geoff and Shelby the address and directions to your place.”
“Absolutely, thanks, and yes, of course I do, I always keep two, for just such an emergency, and most nights I need at least one of them.”
“Be right back, then.”
I headed up to our room, threw six diapers into a bag, and headed back. I would have just given him some from our packs, but neither Geoff nor I had any left, we”d only taken enough for the time we were out. I see now that that was a mistake, in case we find any other deserving baby boys, we should be able to give them a gift, so, I”ll happily urge both Geoff and Shelby to pack a few extras from now on. I”ll also go and buy our friend a gift before going to view his art. When I got back, I passed over the bag.
“Go change, we”ll stay here and ensure no one comes in. If the phones ring, we”ll just let it go to voicemail though.” I grinned, passing over the bag.
“This is awesome, thanks.” He said happily, and slipped to the back room. He was back out only a few minutes later, but while he was gone, I confirmed that Geoff got his address, and he did, saying that the young man, who Geoff called super cute, walks to work, and is only four blocks away, so that makes it way easier on us.
“These diapers are amazing, thanks.”
“You”re very welcome. Now, these are normally what I”d call our night diapers, but on vacation, we didn”t wanna buy more than we needed, and we”re pretty much all beyond caring. These will likely last you a good solid twelve hours on average, our daytime ones, which are thinner, last six to eight I find.”
“I love these ones just the way they are. I haven”t cared in years what anyone thinks of me. Everyone knows I haveta wear diapers, and why, so, I wear “em thick and proud.”
“Wish I coulda been as confident, but it”s coming slowly.” I said, and Geoff agreed.
“Yeah, well, after having my parents mentally, verbally, and physically abuse me, crashing from it all and attempting suicide when I was thirteen, end up seeing a shrink for a good solid two years, getting a new family who didn”t care who and what I was, and treating me with care and respect, it all helped me to be far more comfortable with who and what I am. I know I”ll forever need diapers, that much is a given, the nerves to my bladder sphincter just never developed, and while I can use catheters, I was just getting too many infections, so, I stopped using them when I was eight, and honestly, by then, I loved my diapers anyway.”
“Fuck, what happened?” Shelby asked.
“Well, my parents were abusive assholes, they constantly teased and berated me for being a useless baby, and would spank me any time I leaked or pissed them off, which seemed to be a lot. So, like I said, it became too much when they found out I was gay when I was thirteen, attempted to jump off a bridge, but someone pulled me off before I could do it, took me to the hospital, told them what I was about to do, and so, I was in the psychiatric ward for a couple months, at which time I learned from all that I”d told the doctor, was more than enough to have my parents jailed for a long time. In fact, they”re both still in jail, and I”m twenty five now, so that”s twelve years now. They were both supposed to get out a couple years ago, but when I went to their parole hearings, I asked them both the same question, how do you feel about me being a gay baby boy? Their answers now keep them there for the full fifteen they were given by the judge who was sickened with my testimony.”
“Wow, that sucks. Glad you”re doing way better now, though. Were they a foster family, or were they related to you?”
“Related, my uncle and his husband, that my mom knew nothing about, because like he said, she was a raging, abusive bitch, took me in and I had a great life. My uncle died last year, third bout of cancer finally took him, and my other uncle moved down to Costa Rica. So, yeah, now I have no one, or nothing, at least close to me. My other uncle, I still call dad, calls all the time, and I call him too, but he”s moving on, as he should, and I”m left here all alone.”
“That sucks, but we”re all alone as well, but we get to be together here, though my nephew here”s gonna be coming to live with me, because of troubles with his family as well.”
“That”s great, you”re both gonna love it so much, getting to be there for each other, that”s what helped me more than I can possibly say.”
“I bet. I haveta say good night now, though, I”m not used to being up anywhere near this late, and I”m done, but my diaper”s pretty near done too, so I haveta go get changed and get to bed. We”ll see you tomorrow morning, we”ll go for breakfast first, and I wanna stop somewhere that”s right by the restaurant I wanna go to, so, we should be to your place shortly after eight. It was good meeting you.” I said.
“Same.” Geoff and Shelby both said together.
“It was good meeting you all as well, so, see you tomorrow morning.”
As soon as we”re in the elevator, and the doors are closed, I turned and grinned to Geoff.
“You like him, don”t you?”
“He”s hot, gay, diapered, and yeah, I”d liketa get to know him really good. Sadly I doubt it could happen, and, besides, I”m old enough to be his grandpa, so I doubt he”d want someone my age anyway.”
“Mmmm, I don”t know about that, he looked at all three of us pretty hungrily, I don”t think he cares about that too much. We”ll all haveta trade email addresses, so that we can all keep in touch. After breakfast tomorrow morning, I wanna stop at the medical store, they open at eight, and we”ll go to that diner that was just a few doors down for breakfast, then as soon as the store opens, we”ll go get him a couple large packs of diapers and doublers. Then we”ll all go see if we can cover his living expenses for the next few months.” I said happily.
“That”s great.” Shelby and Geoff said together.
Once we got to our suite, we all headed to our bathrooms after saying goodnight to each other, where we all desperately need to change our soggy baby bums, and then head to bed. I wasn”t lying, this is the latest I think I”ve stayed up in more years than I should admit, if not ever. Then again, Geoff has told me many times that he”s a morning person as well, and doesn”t stay up late either, and it sounds as if Shelby is much the same. I got myself all cleaned up and into a fresh baby diaper, then crawled into bed, and passed out fast, even for me, and I rarely ever have a problem going to sleep.
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