Mark and I got back from diaper camp, and I have to say that place was a bit odd at first, but we got used to it, and we made a ton of buddies. We ran upstairs to start putting our shit away before we got “So, did you have a good time?” Oh god no. I thought,“Yeah Mom we wore diapers constantly and fooled around with other guys.” Meanwhile supposedly older, wiser brother is looking like a deer in headlights. I stomped on his foot and he managed to say, “Yeah, Mom, it was a blast.” “Well, you boys come on down or dinner when you can.”

“Dinner?? What’s dinner?” “Oh Lord.” Checked my bro, he wasn’t wearing, I wasn’t either.” “Strip off your pants, underwear, and shoes! Now!” I grabbed a couple of those Depends for Men deals and threw one to my bro and got mine on and we got our clothes back on again. “What’s this all about?” “I don’t want we should forget ourselves downstairs.” He said, “Oh my God, how come you’re not the older brother? I should have thought of that.”

We made it downstairs in our typical bumbling tripping over each other way. We got to the table and we were eating something simple, Mac and Cheese. We even each got a glass of wine, to celebrate our return. All is right with the world until Dad says, “So, football camp starts in a week, you boys practically don’t need to unpack!” Dad was almost wearing my wine. My bro got that stunned deer look again. “Hey Dad, you know we need different stuff for football camp. We have to check all our stuff to make sure it all still fits right, maybe need new socks, jocks, cups, shorts, or whatnot. Definitely will need 2 more ditty bags each.”

“Well, that last camp you were at, what did you think about the diapers?” (What’s going on? They KNEW?) *CHOKE* I kicked my brother under the table, my subtle way of saying, talk, or I kill you. “Well, Mom, Dad, I know we used to wet the bed once in a while, but not for a long time. Anyway, when it was bedtime, him and me fit each other, so whoever needed stuff got it from the other. It was okay. Actually, the strangers weren’t strangers for long, either. They’re like brothers to us now.”

My mom, “Well, were the showers okay?” (My bro started to snort.) “Well yeah, mom, it was like a big locker room. No big deal. You can’t get showers with your clothes on. Besides, geez, it’s the same at school!”

“Oh, we moved you two into the same room.” I said, “Okay, sure it’s okay, we’ve seen enough of each other, more won’t matter.” “Um, why?” “Well you’re both going off to college or the military in a year or two, so we figured we’d make an office out of the other bedroom.” I said, “Okay, unless you need help cleaning up, we’re dead tired.”

“Oh, go right on up.” As we were clomping up the stairs, I told my bro, “You know, I never realized how much I love you.” “same here.” “Okay let’s see what their idea of sweetness and light is.” “Hey, two big beds next to each other, dressers, whatnot, fine with me. Our junk bags were there. “Okay, let’s strip and get it over with.” I started to bark but realized we’d been wearing diapers at bedtime so long what if we wet the bed now? We got our Depends thingies off and kicked them to the curb. “Shit, we don’t have any real diapers.” “Hey, Butch, open up your dresser.”

“Oh, my.” Note from my mom, “Just in case. Love, Mom.” Disposables, soaker pads, cloth, pins, plastic pants, you name it. Fortunately, everything else was t shirts and jocks and underwear and so forth.

“I’m locking the door.” “Sure. Like they don’t know what we’re up to.” “That’s a creepy thought; I have no doubt you’re right.” We got each other diapered up, nice and tight, when I heard a humming noise.

“Buddy, oh my God, we have one of those dorm refrigerators in here and it’s stocked with Gatorade!”

I grabbed two and hopped in bed with him. “Do you think our parents were always pervs, or did we rub off on them?” He put his arm around my shoulders and said “I dunno, I think we turned out okay.” “Do we have to do anything tomorrow?” “Naw, not that I know of, put that sign on the door.”

“NO TRESPASSING. THIS IS A FEDERAL RESERVATION. LETHAL FORCE IS AUTHORIZED.”

“Okay, let’s turn the TV on, find some old college football games, and suck down drinks until we have to change.” My bro said, “You know, you’re gonna make some lucky guy a good husband one day.

“Bite me.”

The next day I hauled his ass out of bed and I said “Happy Equipment Inventory Day!”. Groan, mumble, curse. “We have to check all this shit to make sure it still fits okay and also make a list of other stuff.” Oh, nuts, we gotta take our diapers off and get showers before we do this. So we did. Fortunately big bro and I are the same size, so all we needed was 4 pair compression shorts with pads, size large. And all the same size diaper stuff.

We settled into a routine of wearing football shorts and PT shirts and tormenting my Mom about anything she needs done. It was F-minus 2days. “When we get done swimming, we should start organizing and packing. I am amazed that if you put shoulder pads in the wrong way they take up ALL the space in the bag.”

F-1/2 (the night before). “Hey bud, what do we wear tomorrow?” “Just jeans and t shirt, I doubt they want us in full uniform.” “What about the D thing?” “That’s why we packed them in the 3rd bag, in case we need em.” “Look, just so there ain’t a frantic thing tomorrow, lay out some nice jeans, new socks, shoes (NOT cleats), a jock, and a new t shirt or tennis shirt. That’s what I just did. Oh, and a belt.”

Turns out we were both apprehensive about this new place. We’ve been both to football camp together before, baseball camp sometimes, but, ah we were still adjusting to this diaper camp thing and what it all meant. We hit the sack and I said, “Well, the worst they can do is kill us.”

0700 rolls around and the van pulls up, and hey lots of our buddies are there. One of the QB’s gets out to cram our bags in and quietly says, “Are you diapered up?” I said uh, no, he says, well get er done quick. Grabbed bro and I said “I think you left some toast in the oven”. Huh? We ran back to our bedroom, had to get our damn shoes off, pants, all that; I reckoned my buddy warning me meant it was long trip, so I gave us three soakers each; we taped each other up, then I duct taped us up. Blah blah, got back out there. Our savior somehow made room for us. “Ok, what’s the real deal about this place?”

Bob said, “Well, I heard you guys just got done with Diaper Camp.” “Gee, say it a little louder, Bob, I think people in Canada missed that.” “OH, nuts, all of us on the team have been to DC. I started my freshman summer.” “Okay, so what’s the deal?” “Did you and your bro ever wet the bed?” “Yeah.” “Me too.” “Well all this is neat and we do have to talk about this more, but how much longer till we get there cause me and the bro are going to drop like flies.” “We’re there.” Wow, DejaVu all over again. “Which one are we in?” “Oh, shut up, you need the Orientation.” “What, keep your diapers on, or we kill you?”

Me and my bro and Bob and one of our kickers, John, trudged our way to Cabin 3 and began settling our shit in. The bunks were extra wide and the mattresses were vinyl coated, a nice touch. Bob said, “Come here and get a load of this!” The anteroom to the showers was loaded up with every kind and size of diapers and plastic pants, and the other side had all sizes of jocks and cups and whatnot, like practice shorts and pants. So freaking cool.

The four of us stripped and undiapered and showered up, then picked out diapers, we all went with super thick cloth. Me and Bro got each other fixed up and went to check on our bunkmates. “Quick! Go to the refrigerator and get us each two Gatorades!” Uh. Okay. Then the hordes arrived. A lot of football players are dicks, but not us. (Right.) “Tommy! I see they grabbed you too! Hey, guys, lets all toss our stuff in for laundry and hit the showers!” I always liked Kenny, friendly and practical. Everybody getting diapered up at once was minor chaos.

Me and Mark made it back to our bunk, and Kenny came over. “Nice choice.” “Huh?” “Your bunkmate.” “He’s my older brother.” “Oh, maybe you can introduce us.” “OKAY, what is going on?” “You’re gay, right?” “Huh? I dunno, never thought about it. Good grief, we just got out of high school.”

Me: “Well, you’re probably right. I always preferred the company of other guys. I just never thought of it that way before. So what’s the deal with the diapers? I like them, and they are handy, too.”

Kenny: “I think a lot of it is a team building / bonding thing. And maybe something deeper. How long have you been interested in diapers?”

Me: “Oh wow. Since I was a kid, I reckon. What is it with those college fraternities? Practically all of them are forced to wear diapers at some point. When did you get interested?”

Kenny: “I had it in me, but it wasn’t till I was sent to DC that it sort of activated.”

Finally everybody was set up, so the racket subsided.

“Kenny, why are we all sitting here in diapers?” “Well, I guess because we all wet the bed.”

“But what is the point of all this? Mark and I already knew we wet the bed. Is all this gonna cure us or what?”

“There is no cure. All they’re going to do is teach us to live with it and manage it.” “Teriffic.”

DIAPER RULES:

• Thorough shower must be taken before evening and morning diapers
• Diapered may select his own diaper gear; friend or bunkmate must apply it
• Diaper material must be folded over penis to prevent urine expulsion
• You may never apply or remove your own diapers

An assistant trainer came in that I took an instant dislike to. He said, “remember, you need to drink two bottles of Gatorade every night, and to wash down your vitamins.” Which he proceeded to hand out. The creep eventually left. I told my brother and Kenny, “boy, I am not liking that guy”. I slept with my brother and Kenny took the upside bunk. Me and Mark woke up about 0400, completely soaked, so I shook Kenny awake and whispered “we gotta change!”. We got done before a herd of Zombies realized the same thing, and hit the rack again.

Next morning, we all showered up and changed into jocks and whatnot for light practice. I warned everybody to be careful about fluid consumption. “Because I don’t want you peeing your pants!” and went and had breakfast. We started off with 2 laps around the track; 4 guys were down ¾ of lap 1. Mark and I died somewhere around lap 1 ½. The creep announced that hereafter, we would wear diapers at all times except when we had to poop. Nuts to this.

Mark and I brought our guys back to the barracks and we all cleaned up as quick as we could. The congregation gathered; “Boys, we are going to make nice for now. Football practice in diapers is nuts. But, we’re going swimming this afternoon, so everybody grab your trunks.” Felt so good. The swim trunks were waterproof; I guess a few jocks peeing in the lake would destroy it.

After a week of torture (like running sprints in wet diapers), I figured out something. I told Kenny and Mark, tonight after lights out, I want you to grab that rat bastard, and his vitamins, and bring him to our place. Which they eagerly did. When they arrived, I asked them to thoroughly strip him; the other jocks were watching with interest. I gave him 3 of his vitamins and forced him to chug down 3 bottles of Gatorade. “Now you’ll feel what you did to us!”

He said, “I have to pee, I can’t hold it!”

I told my team, “Do your job, boys!” and he was in real thick diapers and plastic pants in about 2 minutes. I told him, “you aren’t going to mess with me or my buddies any more. We’ll wear diapers at night if we need to, but your other ideas are crap. You’ll be our guest for a week or so, diapered up 24 x 7, until you’re trained.”

“What does trained mean?” I grabbed my crotch and said “see this? When we’re done with you, when we walk by, your mouth will water and you’ll beg us for it. If you’re lucky, one of us will rub your diaper until you get relief.”

Kenny and my brother and I were talking. “We can’t keep him here forever!” “Yeah I know. I talked to the football camp people and they agreed he was a total dick and appreciated whatever we could do to straighten him out and take all the time we need.”

Both buddies initially said “EEEWW” and then realized, “or, what?”. “Look, I ain’t doing it with him, if I rightly have any idea about it. Now Kenny, that would be different.” My brother perked up and said, “Finally. Geez, you two. Parents are away for at least a week, so please, fuck each other’s brains out as much as necessary.” “I’ve never seen so much cow and deer eyes between anybody as you two.”

Kenny and I screwed each other into the wall, but he decided he liked being screwed more than the other way around. Aww, either way, we liked each other a lot. The creep got “stimulated” a few times a day. We put a schedule together for the next guys in, to make sure he was taken care of.

Then I realized, “HEY, we’re juniors, we have another year of this!” “Hot damn!”

You really get to bond tight in situations like this. I choked up hugging my buddies, even though I was going to see them in less than a month for start of practice. We all decided to wear thick diapers home.

Mark, me, and Kenny all ended up in the same seat on the bus. I was falling asleep on Mark’s shoulder when Kenny started wandering hands. Mark said “listen, you two, get a room, I’ll even pay for it.”

It was our dropoff point, so we got our bags and trudged up the hill to where our and Kenny’s house were. I invited him in for a Coke; I knew some kind of shoe was gonna drop. “OH, Kenny! So good to see you! Your parents are out for the evening, so, you’re going to stay with us, if that’s all right.”

“Oh, sure, ma’am that’s just fine. I think we want to carry all our stuff upstairs, if that’s okay.”

We got done dumping our bags, and then turned the lights on in our room. She added two equipment racks. One had all our athletic stuff, underwear, socks, practice shorts and whatnot, the other held every damn diaper thing you could ever imagine. “Um, Mom, we can take it from here. Have a good night.” And I closed and locked the door.

I put Mark in triple thick cloth, with pull on plastic. Mark went on with “Oh, don’t do that, I don’t need diapers. Please stop. Oh NOOOOO!”

He cracks me up. He wanted those diapers on more than Grant wanted to go through Richmond. That’s what Kevin and I wanted too, so we diapered each other. We all went to bed after that; I was thinking of crawling into bed with my brother, just to annoy him, but nah. So it was me and Kevin. We snuggled close and were fast asleep in about 5 minutes.

NEXT: Senior Year