I was potty trained rather late. When playing I saw no need stopping what I was doing, so I did it in my pants instead. Therefore I wore diapers until I was 6 years. When I started school I decided I was a big boy and started using the restroom, and shortly after I quit the diapers.

One night during the winter when I was 14 I woke up during the night having to pee. It was cold in my room, I like to sleep in fresh air, so I always sleep with an open window in my room, but this night obviously had turned quite cold, and I didn't want to get out of my warm, cozy bed. I tried to suppress my urge to pee and hoped I could hold it. Finally I drowsed off again, but shortly after woke up, feeling I had started peeing in the bed. I was able to stop it and put my hands into my bed to inspect the damage. I was pretty wet but still had to pee quite badly. To my surprise I in fact enjoyed that wet bed, so I just let go the rest in my bladder. Shortly after, I went back to sleep again.

When I woke up the next morning I was both excited and embarrassed at the same time, and also a bit afraid of mom's reaction. I set off for school before mom noticed (I didn't dare to tell), but was not too comfortable when coming home. Luckily thinks went very well. Mom said she had noticed I had an accident, so she had cleaned my bed and changed my bedclothes. It was not that uncommon to happen among teenage boys and she asked me to tell her if it happened again.

A few weeks later I again woke up having to pee. I was on my way out of the bed when I remembered that other night and how good it felt to pee in bed, so I wet myself, enjoyed the good feeling and went back to sleep again. This time I told mom, and again she made no fuss out of it, but when going to bed the next evening I noticed she had put a mattress protection on my bed. This made me feel she expected more wet beds, and I didn't disappoint her!

It didn't last more than a few nights before I wet the bed again, and when I did it again the next night mom said it could not continue in that style and that my bed would soon be ruined. She was not at all mad, so I wondered what she was thinking of. When I came home from school that day I found a package of Goodnites in my cabinet. At first I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was also a bit eager to try them on, so that evening I went quite early to bed.

I was in heaven; I didn't at all remember it actually felt so good to wear diapers. I really liked the feeling of the padding around my groin and butt; it felt so soft and comfortable. I could hardly fall asleep that night. When I woke up the next morning I noticed that I had wet myself without being aware of it. That happened very seldom, so I was surprised but actually satisfied at the same time; it was a proof that I seemed to need. When I got out of bed mom entered my room, she hoped I was not too embarrassed about the Goodnites, but when she saw that I had wet she said it seemed to be a reasonable solution.

Since than I have worn Goodnites to bed every night, but never during the day. But some times I put them on quite early in the evening when having showered after been out jogging or being at the gym. I don't care if my parents see me in just a t-shirt and Goodnites, and I think they know I like them, but they have never said anything about it. Besides, they know I still need them; I wet myself 2-4 times a week, mostly it is on purpose, but some times I do it in my sleep.

I also sometimes wet my pants, but that is rather seldom. Like last winter when I was out sleighing and had to pee. It was no bushes or trees around, and I had to walk nearly 1 mile to get home, besides my jeans were already quite wet by the snow. So I just wet myself and continued sleighing. I got a few smiles and comments, but nothing really mean.

I still fit into Goodnites and they work fine for me, but within not too long I'll probably have to change into something else. Because I by now think I can hardly go to sleep without wearing a cozy diaper.