Here is the story of how Glenn and I met and became friends:

The first time I was hospitalized last year was before you and I began corresponding. I had been wetting my pants frequently, and it was accompanied by a strong burning, stinging sensation. One night it got real bad and I was holding myself through my pants and crying, it hurt so much. Next morning Mom took me to the Doctor, and he sent me to the hospital immediately.

After being admitted and put in a room, the next thing I knew the nurses were catheterizing me. You know what that is so I won't go into it. I was mortified but at the same time it brought relief from the pain. So many people kept coming in and out of the room that day, it seemed about 50% of the hospital staff saw me naked. I was given a gown but they kept lifting it up to check on things.

In our school another boy had recently died after a long bout with Leukemia. When word got around that I had been hospitalized, no one knew why. A rumor started that I, too, had cancer.

I didn't have any real close friends at the time. I had been pretty much a loner who got picked on a lot (another story). But that didn't stop a lot of kids from wanting to visit me. Curiosity, probably.

I decided that I would tell any visitors the truth. I had already wet my pants in front of several people in school and at a theme park. I had been teased about it then, but I figured it might be difficult to make fun of a hospital patient.

Glenn arrived to visit with 3 other guys. I had been given painkillers and was in a groggy, dopey state. They seemed very relieved when I told them that I didn't have cancer. They seemed to care, or was it the drugs that made me think so? Who knows? Anyway, I lifted my gown and showed them the tube running into my penis. They gasped and 2 of them turned away, but Glenn didn't.

I told them the entire truth about my bedwetting and recent daytime incontinence. Suddenly Glenn blurted out, "I am a bedwetter, too." You could have heard a pin drop. It turns out Glenn had never revealed this to anyone in school before. Now he felt moved to tell not only me but the other 3 guys there. He risked it getting all over school. He said, "I don't care who finds out, I'm just tired of keeping this secret for so long." The other 3 said they wouldn't repeat it, and as far as we know they kept their word. Glenn was never teased or confronted in school about bedwetting.

Glenn came to see me every day until I was released a week later. Soon I was invited to his house and met his parents. I told them that I had always been a bedwetter, even before this illness. At this time I was totally incontinent, and getting used to wearing diapers fulltime.

Glenn had a plastic mattress on his bed and plastic sheets. He slept naked every night so no laundry would be produced when he wet the bed. This had been going on for years. His parents had tried to get him to wear diapers, but he had refused from age 9 onward. Even if they diapered him he just took them off. They gave up when he was 11 and just got everything in plastic. The plastic bed didn't look very comfortable to me, and I said so.

Later on I had a brief, private talk with Glenn's mother. She asked if there was any chance that, seeing me in diapers, might persuade Glenn to give them another try. She felt that I could show him how to put on a disposable and encourage him to try one. I agreed to give it a shot.

The following Friday night I was invited to their house for dinner and a sleepover. They have a large house with a finished recreation room on the basement level. It is done very luxuriously and has a separate TV/VCR. Glenn's parents made it very clear that they would not bother us or come downstairs unless there was an emergency. We had rented several movies, so after a delicious dinner we went to the rec room. We played pool for awhile until Glenn decided we should start a movie (also a great pool table there).

I saw my chance and told him I needed to change my diaper before the movie. He indicated where the basement bathroom was. I said, "It's so small in there and I need some room, do you mind if I just change my diaper out here?" Glenn looked a little surprised that I didn't want privacy but said," No problem."

Glenn had seen me naked in the hospital, but I had never even seen him in his underwear. I looked over at his lean, tall body, and longed to see him in the buff. I hoped it would work out so that would happen. I stripped off my pants, shirt, and diaper. As casually as I could manage, I said, "Would you like to have a diaper-changing lesson?" To my relief and surprise, he replied, "Sure, why not?"

PART II

Glenn was obviously going to be much more cooperative than I had imagined. I later found out that his Mom had partially clued him in on the fact that I was willing to help him get back into nighttime diapers. He really had no idea how to use them, and needed encouragement. He had been stopped in the past by the idea of his mother having to show him. At age 15 that was a totally unacceptable idea...being diapered naked by his Mom was unthinkable!

I was a little self-conscious showing him how to put it on. After all, I didn't know Glenn that well then and I was naked in a chair in front of him. My worst fear was that I would get an erection and scare him into thinking I was going to make something sexual about the entire process. Fortunately, that did not happen as I expertly diapered myself. As I stood up Glenn carefully looked me over, studying the way the tapes were fastened.

He told me that he really did want to sleep in a normal bed with linen sheets, instead of the uncomfortable plastic ones he had to use. His Mom had promised to let him put on regular sheets if he stayed mostly dry in a diaper. We were sleeping in sleeping bags that night so I said, "Why not experiment with a diaper tonight? The worst that will happen is your sleeping bag might get wet."

He agreed and shyly asked me if I would actually help him put the diaper on. "I will do the entire job for you the first time, if you like," I responded. "Great," he replied, "Mind if I strip down now?"

My heart beat a little faster at the thought of seeing him naked. As casually as possible, I murmured, "Not at all." Off came his shirt, revealing a hairless chest that was very well- proportioned. The waistband of his underwear peeked above his loose jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans and down they came in one fell swoop. He stood there wearing just his white boxer-briefs. I turned away and began to get a fresh diaper out of my knapsack. When I turned around the boxer-briefs were gone and I faced a naked Glenn.

I was wearing only my own diaper, and I felt a tingling sensation over my chest and stomach. My penis was starting to get stiff underneath the diaper. I tried to appear calm as I asked him to sit in the nearby chair. I handed him some baby powder and explained how he should rub it around the area to avoid skin irritation. As he began to rub his groin with the powder, I could see his penis getting slightly larger. By the time he was finished, he had a "semi" as I think it is called. He said, "OK, put it on."

I replied, "Lift up your butt and I will slide it under." He readily complied and I wrapped the diaper around him, beginning to tape it shut. As I did this his penis grew to a full-fledged erection. I tried to pretend not to notice (was I blind??) as I finished wrapping and taping. He stood up and went over to a mirror. He stared at his image and seemed pleased with the results.

Then the evening took a completely unexpected turn. "Let's put shirts on and go up and show my folks our diapers," Glenn enthusiastically suggested. "You mean, in just shirts and diapers?" I asked. "Sure, why not, my Mom saw me in my underpants just yesterday. I just don't want her to see me naked," he replied. "But I don't really want your folks seeing me this way," I interjected. "Oh, nothing shows, its like being in your underwear," Glenn reassured me.

At this point it seemed hopeless to point out that teenagers don't usually parade around their friend's parents clad only in underwear. Glenn was on his way upstairs and I felt I might as well follow.