Both Bob and Gary drove on in silence for several miles. Bob was

wondering why his son was so quiet, usually when the two were alone

together Gary would be chattering like a monkey asking questions,

sharing his thoughts with his Daddy. Bob looked over at the silent boy

who was looking out the side window as if in deep thought.

Bob grinned as he viewed part of the boy's white diaper poking out under

the leg of his pulled up short pants. Bob noticed that his son got a

great tan these last few days. The contrast between his golden tan and

the pure white diapers against his red shorts was a sight to see.

"You're looking good, son, nice tan too!" Bob took a second glance.

"It sure is warm out today, bet it is the warmest of all the time we

been on this trip, eh, son?" Bob noticed that the air conditioner was on

but struggling to keep the car cool.

"Ya, it is." Gary looked washed out with sweat beading on his forehead.

"Can't we open a window or something?"

"It could get warmer but the breeze may help some." Bob pushed the

button and lowered Gary's window about three inches. "How's that, dear?"

Gary sat up on his knees placing his face into the open breeze like a

puppy dog. Taking a deep breath he told his father, "I think the air

conditioner is broke, it is putting out hot air."

"I agree with you, maybe it is just too hot even for the conditioner."

Bob rolled down his own window a few inches then turned off the air

conditioner. "I'll take it to the garage tomorrow and have it looked

at." Bob was disappointed when things go wrong with his equipment.

Both sat quietly for a while, deep in their own thoughts as the miles

rolled by. Gary was fidgeting about, taking hold of his T-shirt tail he

wiped his face. Dropping back onto the seat Gary propped his bare feet

up on the dash board, spreading his legs to let the moving air run up

his legs. All the while he fanned himself by using his T-shirt.

A few more miles rolled by as Gary wiggled around again trying to find

relief from the heat. Giving up in finding the relief he lifted the

T-shirt over his head and tossed it into the back seat.

It was not any easier for Bob either. "Hey guy, is your diaper as hot as

mine? I am roasting in my own sweat." Just then Bob raised himself from

the seat a moment getting a little relief.

"I feel like I peed, they are so wet." Gary was surprised at his own

words but it did describe how he felt.

"Daddy, can I take them off?"

"Go ahead, I think I am going to stop at the next rest area and change

my own. I already made good use of them."

Gary raised himself while he pulled off his red shorts, kicking them off

onto the floor. With a quick pull on each tab Gary released the diaper

from around his waist. The sudden rush of air brought a cooling

sensation to his damp body. The boy made no quick effort to cover

himself but allowed the moving air to swirl over his body. Again placing

his bare feet on the dash board he leaned back placing his arms under

his head. A look of relief covered his face.

Bob Beebe glanced at the naked 8 year old beside him. He remembered what

it was like to be young. At that age one could get by with such

activity. How Bob longed to be like that, too. How cool he must feel.

Then Bob thought of his wife. "Gary, if your mother could see you now

she would have a fit..... You know that?"

"Ya, I know she never let me go naked much, but I was surprised she has

let me wear diapers."

"Well, you better keep down in the seat, we don't need to get people

upset." Bob laughed then undid the buttons on his own shirt letting the

wind cool himself a bit.

"Wish we could go swimming about now!" Gary said as he glanced at his

Daddy. "That would be cool".

"Maybe that would be a good idea, glad you mentioned it" Bob was in deep

thought as they turned into the road side rest stop. Gary pulled on his

red shorts just as they came to a stop in the parking lot. Some young

boys were running through the water sprinklers near the play ground.

Many adults were sitting on park benches fanning themselves with

newspapers while a few others were playing horseshoes in near by pits.

The large shade trees made a lots of shade and the water sprinklers made

the whole rest stop inviting to all arrivals.

Gary was glad he removed his hot diaper while on the highway but without

it he almost never made it into the little boys' room. Bob took his bag

in the restroom with him so he could make a change. He would feel much

better soon as he got out of those awful work clothes and into some

shorts and T-shirt. He also took in a pair of Depends new pull ups which

were lighter and less apt to be too hot.

Bob handed Gary a pull up but the boy declined the offer, saying that

for just this once he wanted to be cool. Gary also left his T-shirt with

Bob before going outside.

Gary wore only his red shorts and nothing else because he wanted to run

through the water sprinklers. He saw only one boy close to his age.

There were a few younger than himself.

Among the younger boys a couple of them had only underpants on. One of

these boys came running through the water jumping and leaping coming

straight for Gary whom was standing in direct line with the sprinkler.

When the boy reached Gary he stopped and smiled. Gary smiled back and

said, "Looks like fun!"

"Hi, what's your name?" The little boy asked as he brushed his long wet

hair from his eyes.

"Hi, my name is Gary Beebe, what's yours?"

"Tommy..... that's my brother over there," he answered as he pointed

towards the other little boy in underpants. "He's 7, I'm 5," holding up

five fingers.

When the boy turned his back to face his brother, Gary noticed the boy's

underpants had became rather transparent from being soaked from the

sprinkler. Gary could almost see the color of the child's buns.

The brother came over to see what was keeping his little brother. "Hi,"

the 7 year old greeted. "That's my brother Tommy, my name's Peter.

"Hi, I'm Gary and that's my Dad over there by the tree."

"Our Daddy brings us out here to play sometimes, that's him over by that

car." Peter pointed then waved to his dad.

At that moment a call went out to the small group of children still

playing in the water. It was the father of three of the boys.

Reluctantly, the three boys left and entered the car with their parents.

Gary watched as they drove back onto the highway.

The only boys left were Gary and his two new friends.

"Why don't you run through the sprinklers with us?' Peter asked.

"Ya! come on it's fun and cool," Tommy echoed just as he took off for

another run into the spraying water.

"Come on, Gary" Peter called. "Take off your shorts, it's OK if you play

in your underpants. They will dry."

"I can use my shorts, when my Daddy and I get back into the car I can

take them off, in this heat they will dry quickly." Gary thought the

boy's idea of running around in underpants was cool. He thought of how

Jimmy and he played the last few days.

Turning around to see if his Daddy was ready to leave, Gary saw Bob

sitting on a bench under a large tree. "It looks like my Daddy is going

to take a nap for a while, let me go check with him and if it is OK with

him I will play with you." Gary ran over to his Dad.

The two little boys returned to their play leaping and rolling in the

water.

Bob was just about to close his eyes when Gary arrived at his side.

"Honey, I just have to get a few minutes of shut eye then we can be on

our way". Bob looked so relaxed as he yawned, "Why don't you go play for

a while, I'll call you when ready to leave."

Gary told his dad he wanted to run through the water with the two boys

there. Bob was quick to give his permission knowing what little boys

like to do. Running in a spray of water was just what he himself wanted

to do. "Go ahead, son, have fun!"

Gary liked seeing his dad in shorts and T-shirt rather then in the work

suit he had to wear for office machine repairing. Ties and dress shirts

were much too warm to be wearing in the summer time, especially today.

Gary ran back toward the boys. With much joy he jumped over the

sprinkler soaking his red shorts causing them to hang heavy on him.

Tommy, seeing Gary still had on his shorts asked, "Why do you get your

shorts wet. You should take them off or else you will have to ride in

the car with wet pants!"

Peter told his brother, "It isn't your business to tell others what to

do. Besides I already told him it would be all right to use underpants."

Then, turning to Gary, he said, "Our Daddy won't let us get wet with our

clothes on."

Peter told Gary that his Daddy will dress them in something before going

home.

Gary almost told the children that he had a dry diaper to go home in,

but caught himself just in time. He was not sure these boys would

understand.

It took no time at all before the three boys were playing together as

old friends. After several minutes the boys tired of running sat next to

each other dropped to the grass.

Gary and Peter lied back on the damp grass looking up into the blue sky

watching the leaves dance about on the highest limbs. A few birds darted

in and out through the leaves feeding on the little flying bugs. The

boys laid there talking about everything they could think of. Gary's

eyes fell upon Tommy, who was acting a little strange.

The boy was sitting in a squatting position with his arms wrapped around

his legs. This younger boy had a look on his face that was familiar to

Gary, who had watched his friend Jimmy do much the same thing. Gary gave

Tommy a poke to get his attention. Both boys watched Tommy for a few

minutes.

"Oh no! Not here!" Peter slapped a hand over his forehead and fell over

backwards, "Not here!"

Gary watched for the tat a tale sign that Tommy was nearing the end of

his effort. You guessed it, Tommy just pooped in his underpants.

When the boy stood up the bottom of his underpants sagged down with the

added weight causing the waist band to slip mid way down his butt. Signs

of a good release showed on his little ass.

Gary had the thought that maybe these boys were diaper wearers. Peter

did not seem too surprised while watching his little brother do his job,

but Gary on the other hand was aware of special feelings arousing up

inside himself. It reminded him of a few days ago when he and Jimmy

forced themselves to see what Nancy would do.

Gary turned his attention towards the boy's father who also noticed the

activity and was heading their way. Would their dad get upset? Would he

punish the child? Just how will he handle this situation?

Tommy's daddy leaned over his little son, speaking softly in his ears.

Then taking the child's hand he lead him back towards the car.

Gary again got this feeling when he saw the brown spot on the seat of

the boy's very wet and transparent underpants.

"Your daddy did not get mad at all, did he?" Gary was not too surprised,

his own daddy was very gentle with him, too.

"Daddy's going to put his diaper back on." Peter commented without

mixing any words.

"Do you wear diapers, too?" Gary got enough nerve to ask what had been

on his mind for the last several minutes.

"Not all the time...... But sometimes!" Peter seemed to answer by reflex

rather then thinking it out.

Gary turned his attention towards Peter, who was leaning against the

tree with his legs stretched out in front of him. His wet underpants

were as transparent as his brothers giving Gary no need for imagination.

Peter, realizing that Gary was staring at him, crossed his legs with a

look of puzzlement.

This was as good a time as any, Gary rationalized, "I wear diapers

sometimes, too." As the words fell from his mouth Gary had a feeling of

amazement that he had actually told someone about it.

"Do you like to wear them?" Peter asked with interest.

Gary sensed the spirit in which Peter asked the question. There seemed

to be bit of excitement in his voice and his eyes sparkled giving Gary

the opinion that this boy likes to wear them.

This gave Gary the courage to go into more detail, "Sure, don't you?" he

asked the boy.

"Yes..... Does your Daddy change you if you poop? Peter asked with a

giggle.

"Sure and I like it when he does," Gary added.

"Do you have diapers under your shorts?" Peter was sitting up, bending

his head down to see if this older boy may have them on.

"No. I took them off because they got too hot while riding on the

highway.........." Before Gary could explain, Tommy and his Daddy was

heading their way.

Gary eyed the little boy wearing a large white cloth diaper covered by a

clear plastic panty held by two large saftey pins on each hip.

In the fathers hand was a waded up underpant to be dumped into the near

by trash can.

"Come on Peter, time to go now." Peter got up to leave but turned back

to his new friend saying, "I hope I get to wear diapers when I get big

like you... by-by see ya."

"Ya, see ya!" Gary watched as the three returned to their car. It took

several minutes before they drove off. Gary knew his little friend was

being put into a dry diaper.

One more time Gary ran over the sprinkler, getting a good soaking, then

headed for his Dad who was now calling for him.

Bob placed his arm over the boy's shoulder as they walked side by side

toward the car. Gary reached up with one hand taking hold of his Daddy's

hand.

Gary climbed into the car closing the door behind him, reaching into the

back seat he found one of his diapers. Slumping down in the seat he

slipped out of his wet red shorts letting them lie on the floor. He kept

his eye on some adults that had just walked by his window, but they paid

no attention to him.

Bob slipped in behind the wheel, started the car and backed out of the

parking place. By the time Bob reached the stop sign Gary had pulled the

last tab tightly fastening his diaper around his waist. Again leaning

back on the seat he placed his feet on the dash board letting the cooler

wind blow over his near naked body.

Bob turned toward his son asking, "Are you comfortable?" To which Gary

answered, "Very!"