Bob, still clothed, crawled upon the bed, wrapping both arms around

Jimmy, pulling the boy close to himself. Jimmy was content to snuggle

next to the older man's chest. Jimmy had many things he wanted to ask

Bob. The warm night air blew softly into the room from the open window.

Moonlight drifted softly throughout the room like a soft, quiet glow,

giving an atmosphere of gentle quietness.

Both Jimmy and Mr. Beebe had been talking softly about this and that,

things that are of an interest to young boys. Bob began to question him

about how he felt about wearing diapers these last few days. He asked

the boy if he would continue to wear them after Gary goes home.

"I don't want you to go home, I want you be here always, Uncle Bob." Bob

caught the word Uncle, but let it pass. For him it was a symbol of

acceptance.

Jimmy asked many questions about being a diaper wearer. Bob answered

each question with as much detail as the boy could understand.

"I don't think mom and dad would buy me diapers from the store, like the

ones you buy Gary.". Jimmy hesitated for a short time, then continued,

"But I have a whole lot of underpants that need to be washed. Daddy told

me I could use them for diapers all I wanted. He said he would buy me

several plastic panties to pull over them so I would not leak."

Bob told the boy that he had counted at least 30 pair of underpants of

different sizes, then instructed him to put on the smallest ones first

then put on the bigger ones last. He also thought the idea of plastic

panties was a good idea for at night, but maybe during the daytime he

may not want to wear them.

"You would be OK during the daytime with just multi- underpants, but at

night you may wet many times so that would be a good time to wear the

plastic panties."

Jimmy began to yawn with a wide open mouth.

"I gotta go to sleep." Jimmy rolled over into Mr. Beebe's arms and

cuddled up as close to him as he could get.

Bob wrapped both arms around the boy, gently petting over his backside,

letting his fingers slip occasionally under the back lip of the diaper.

Bob seemed to be satisfied having young Jimmy curling up so close to him.

Bob was wide awake while Jimmy was dozing in and out of sleep. Bob

played an open hand over the boy's diaper time to time, admiring how

nice the boy looked in his night time diaper.

Beebe's thoughts once again returned to his friend of so many years ago.

"I wonder where he is now, what is he doing? Does he ever think of me?

Has he a little boy of his own? If so, is he also in diapers?" The many

questions went unanswered and unheard.

Bob felt a little sad. That is until he leaned down to kiss the boy

beside him. Jimmy was half asleep, but was aware of the kiss. He smiled

up at Bob while wiping his lips with a wet tongue. Bob leaned over and

kissed him once more while rubbing his hand lightly over the boy's

diaper, occasionally touching his warm thighs. Jimmy's eyes closed, his

body went limp as sleep closed over his tired bones.

Mr. Beebe continued holding Jimmy next to himself until he was sure the

boy fell into a deep, blessed rest. When Bob was sure he was in a deep

sleep he turned his attention towards Jamie in the smaller bed next to

the wall.

Jamie was breathing very deep with a slight snore at the end of each

breathing cycle. Bob tip-toed over to the older boy's bed in order to

raise the side rails that keep him from rolling onto the floor during

the night. Bob did not see the child's disabilities, but put his total

concentration on the child's beauty.

Although the moon was not as bright tonight as it was last night, still

there was enough light to see very well. Bob Beebe reached his hand

towards Jamie, giving a feather- light touch across the child's stomach,

feeling the indent of the belly button, then down over the white diaper,

lightly feeling the texture of the material until he reached the boy's

thigh. Once there, Beebe fully opened his hand, feeling the warmth

emitting from the inner thigh, bringing on a slight chill as goosebumps

danced up and down Beebe's arms and legs. The boy stirred, causing Bob

back off until the sleeping child settled into deep sleep once more.

In a few minutes Bob retraced with his finger once more over the boy's

belly button. Bob leaned over and kissed lightly between the belly

button and the top of the diaper. A hint of wet diaper smell filled

Bob's nose with familiar aroma mixed with the smells of a little boy

just washed with ivory soap.

Memories began to flood Bob's head with the delightful days of his early

youth. A picture formed clearly in his mind of that sleepover with his

friend of long ago.

Bob took another deep breath of diaper powder mixed with pee coming from

the top of Jamie's diapers. One more deep smell, then Bob retreated back

to the big bed where he undressed. Taking one of the adult diapers from

the night stand next to the bed, Bob fastened it around his waist. With

a stretch and a yawn he climbed in beside Jimmy. It was much too warm to

get covered up, so both man and boy lied on top of the sheet.

Soon as Bob pulled the boy into his arms, Jimmy rolled over on his side,

resting his head in the hollow of the man's armpit. Bob wrapped the

child closer to himself, cradling the sleeping boy with in his loving

arms. With one hand, Bob began to pat the child's side, letting his

fingers work over the top of the nighttime diaper. Jimmy stretched and

rolled once more, draping an arm over Bob's belly leaving his elbow

rested on the front part of the man's diaper.

Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, Bob turned his head kissing at the

boy's hair.

Somewhere between a hug and a kiss Bob himself fell off into a deep

sleep dreaming of days long ago when he ran and played without a care or

worry, when suddenly, he was awakened by a shake and poke to the ribs.

It was Jimmy who was poking and shaking Bob. Maybe it was because of a

bad dream or something. In any case, Jimmy lost his bladder and soaked

his diaper.

"Bob, Bob wake up! I need to be changed!"

Bob opened first one eye, then the other. Sleepy-eyed, he looked

directly into the eyes of Jimmy, who by now was almost sitting on top of

him, shaking him by the shoulders. Bob, realizing it was Jimmy, reached

up and grabbed him behind the head pulling the boy over on his back. Now

it was Bob on top looking right into his little eyes.

Jimmy began to laugh as Bob began to tickle him. This sudden action

caused Jimmy to release even more pee and a whole lot of poop.

"That's for waking me up," Bob began another tickle. Jimmy giggled out

loud almost waking Jamie who just rolled over facing the wall.

Bob glanced over at the clock on the night stand. 3:25 AM. Wide awake

now Bob asked Jimmy, "What are you doing waking up this early"?

"I need to change, I peed, but now you made me pee more and I pooped."

Bob could hardly see the wide grin on the boys face. The moon had moved

giving the room a dark, glummy look.

"What do you want me to do about it, kiddo!" Bob asked as he felt for

the boy's diaper.

Bob could feel the warmth of fresh pee through the depends. "Boy, I

guess you are wet and the smell's getting stronger, too. Let me get

another diaper and we will see what we can do".

Bob got up, stumbling over a pile of clothes. Reaching into his over

night bag he pulled out a brand new diaper. Feeling his way back to the

bed, Bob found one of the boy's feet. Grabbing a hold and pulling the

boy over towards the edge of the bed, Bob began to remove the dirty

diaper in the darkened room.

Working in the dark was not easy with the boy being dirty as well as

wet. Not wanting to get anything into the bed, Bob reached out and

picked up Jamie's changing pad, slipping it under Jimmy, then continued

to clean the boy.

Bob eyes were getting better adjusted to the dark but he still had a

hard time seeing the boy's body.

Carefully wadding the dirty diaper into a tight ball, Bob dropped it

into the pail next to Jamie's bed. He did the same with the wipes he

used to clean Jimmy's bottom. Sprinkling his own hand with baby powder,

Bob reached out into the darkness rubbing it lightly over the child.

Bob wasn't sure just where he was rubbing but wanted to be sure he

covered all the diapered area.

Jimmy giggled, "That tickles"!

"Sorry, but I just can't see too well."

Soon as the diapering was completed, Jimmy and Mr. Beebe cuddled up in

the center of the bed once more. Mr. Beebe slowly rocked the child in

his arms until they both fell into a deep sleep once again.

When Bob opened his eyes the sun was shinning brightly through the open

window. Both boys were still asleep. Bob looked at the clock, Sunday

morning 7 AM.

Grabbing a new diaper for himself along with clean set of clothes, Beebe

made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he enjoyed his morning

shower.

The smell of the coffee maker and dishes rattling announced that Paul

was up and starting breakfast. Bob entered the kitchen fully dressed,

but still wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"Good morning, Paul!"

"Morning, Bob, how did you sleep last night?"

"Great" Bob answered.

"The boys bug you at all?" Paul asked. "No, not at all, a rather

uneventful night. How about you?"

"Oh, just fine... Gary and I slept like a log.... once we got to sleep."

Paul grinned as he turn to pour a couple cups of coffee.

"Let's let the boys sleep in awhile. We can enjoy our coffee and hot

rolls." Paul and Bob sat down at the table facing each other.

"How did you get along in your diaper last night?" Bob asked Paul.

"Fine, just fine..... It seemed a little unusual, but for the sake of

Gary.... you know.... I did not want him to feel ..... out of place, you

know!" Paul shook his head up and down as he spoke as if convincing

himself it was all right for a grown man to put on a diaper.

"I understand...... Paul, I really understand," Bob said with a twinkle

in his eyes.

Both men looked at each other then bursted out in laughter.