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Diapers Downstairs

Part 1:

My name is Steven. I live with my older sister, Stephanie (she’s 14, I’m 12) and my grandma in Southern California. We live in a small apartment complex of about 12 families. The two-story building stretches around a swimming pool and a small central garden. Our apartment is at the top of the stairs, first door you come to. The only other kid in our complex was annoying little Vinny, who would never stop following me around. Mainly it was just Steph and me left to play together.

I had no strong feeling about diapers either way. In fact, diapers had never crossed my mind. Maybe it was because there were very few kids in the complex, and we were all older and out of diapers, so I never saw them. If I had been surround by them growing up I may have realized my desire for them earlier. It wasn’t until a new family moved in below us that diapers became a point of interest.

I was excited about our new neighbors because of the son. He was 14, which was closer to my age than Vinny, who was just 8. Steph and I went down to meet the new boy as they were unloading boxes. His name was Rich, and we immediately hit it off. He was an only child and his mom was a single parent. They had moved to So Cal from Georgia, because his mom was promoted to a big new job in the area.

We were best friends, and the three of us went swimming everyday for the next couple of weeks. Rich was home alone during the day, so he hung out in our apartment, playing video games and stuff. One night I asked his if he wanted to sleep over, and he accepted. Grandma wouldn’t let Steph join us, so it was just Rich and I in my room.

That night Rich brought up the subject of diapers. He kept asking things like “wouldn’t it be cool if they made Pampers for big kids?” and “It would be fun not to have to worry about using the bathroom.” I thought it was an odd conversation, but at the same time I was intrigued by it. I don’t know why, but I kept thinking about diapers, and talking about them too. Rich was very into this conversation, and it lasted for hours until we finally went to sleep.

This continued for several weeks. We would hang out all day and sleep over at each other’s house. We would always talk about the same thing: diapers. Steph began to fall out of the loop, and when she made friends with a girl across the street we hardly ever saw her. It was for the best though, because I didn’t want her to know about our weird conversations. I was quickly becoming obsessed with diapers, I would search out diaper ads on tv and in magazines. I had to get my hands on some.

Then one morning I was about to knock on Rich’s door. He opened it before my knuckles hit wood and pulled me inside. He was very excited about something.

"Follow me.” He said as he led me into his bedroom. It was dark. All the lights were off and the window was completely shaded. He moved to the center of the room and began to unzip his pants. “Check this out!”

I shielded my eyes as I had no interest in seeing that.

“No, you idiot. Just look. I’m not naked.” I peeked at him and was amazed by what I saw. He was wearing a big, white, disposable diaper.

“Oh my god!” I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached up to feel the plastic. When I touched his crotch I could tell that his cock was rock hard. “This is so cool!”

“You want one?” he asked.

“Oh, hell yeah!” As he walked over to his closest I asked “So where did you get these?”

He turned back and responded “Ebay. I used my mom’s credit card. They got here about half-an-hour ago.” He turned his back to me and bent over to rummage through the boxes in his closet. Looking at his diapered butt made me pop a boner too.

He turned around and tossed me a folded diaper. I had wanted this for what seemed like forever. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. My boner made my briefs look lake a circus tent. Rich got a good laugh out of this. I was reluctant to get completely naked in front of him. I hesitated.

“Oh, god. Just do it!” He walked over and pulled down my underwear. As he waited for me to step out of them he was face to face with my penis, which pointed straight at him.

I unfolded the diaper and held it in place. Now I hesitated not because of apprehension, but because I was lost. I had never done this before and it was harder than I expected. Rich saw my problem and helped me to the ground. I expected him to tape the diaper in place, but next he did something totally unexpected. He began to stroke my cock up and down. At first I was shocked, but it wasn’t long before I was overcome with pleasure. After a minute or so I shot all over my belly. It was my first orgasm, and it was great. He wiped my belly with a Kleenex. Then Rich taped up the diaper and helped me to my feet.

“How’s that?” He asked as he smacked my padded butt.

“This is so cool.” I was still gasping for air.

“I have something else to show you.”