Our heroes become counselors and have to deal with younger jocks

Lemme get this straight, Coach, we have to deal with younger grades when we’re getting ready to go to college or the military?

Hey, who helped you when you were coming up? They had better things to do, too. But they were paying back. And you have to as well. It’s mostly going with the various coaches to visit homes with jock bedwetters and saying, I used to do this (never say problem), but I got helped a lot by the various camps Coach is going to talk about.

“OKAY, the only reason we’ll do this is that the various camps made us realize we weren’t alone, and that helps lots.”

“Oh yeah, in the camps, we seniors are only going to get 11th and 12th graders, right? I guess we have tons to pass on to the juniors.”

“Yup. But you guys are gonna get a pleasant surprise when you get to college.”

“THAT was so reassuring.” My and my bro and Kenny got out of there ASAP.

“What are you thinking, ObiWan?”, Kenny asked. “Well, I’m thinking, it’s not so bad if seniors help the next step down, all the way to freshman. But the whole deal is bedwetting and diapers and stuff, and I don’t think the parents want their butch, burly whatnot sons to have their secrets revealed. Of course none of us would.”

Unbeknownst to us, the bulk of the guys from the meeting snuck up on us. They heard what I said. “Well, can you keep the big secret on behalf of these younger jocks?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“We’re going home, I think the strain of having two gay football players as brothers and sons is a cross to bear, though sometimes I think she is tickled.”

Kenny got his car, it was only a few minutes till we got home. I said, Mom, we’re hoooome.” She hugged all of us, but I said, I can’t eat a thing, maybe some Gatorade upstairs. I understand, I’ll just wrap everything up.

We stripped and all got our showers. Mom is no dummy, she knows the routine, so we don’t have “OOooOOh, a naked man!!” incidents. Actuallly, I think Mom would like to catch us so we die of embarrassment. I made a mental note to replace the Gatorade with beer, or at least some of it. We all got diapered up and were in our favorite configuration, Mark, me, and Kenny. Mark would put his big bro arm around my shoulders, then I would put mine around Kenny’s…out of arms and shoulders! I hate when that happens. We fell asleep confident we’d figure stuff out.

By next morning, I’d figured out an implementation plan. At least I wasn’t a dick to wake Kenny or Mark. I figured each class would care of the class below. That way there would be less embarrassment, more bonding, and knowledge to pass up when they went to the next grade.

There were engineering issues. Hey we were problem solving stuff that nobody wants to talk about.

Coach gave me a nice office at the High School, or well, not so bad. A good buddy of mine was on our hockey team.

He came in followed by his goalie. Something told me to lock the door and pull the blinds. “Ok guys…” HAFTA GO PEE! BE RIGHT BACK!”

Coach showed up out of nowhere and patted me on the shoulder. “Buddy if you fix this one, I…” Shut up and go away.”

“Guys, good to see you back. I want you both to strip right now down to nothing. Try to pile your equipment in sensible order. And head to the showers.” Took care of them both, and they were both very happy with the extra padding provided. My buddy, Steve said, it’s so cool, as I use that diaper it begins to harden like I got another cup! Plus, I don’t feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t make it to the locker room.” OK, diapers for the hockey team.

I was getting up to take a leak, when I realized I didn’t have to just now. And knock on my door. It was two of my best friends on our baseball team. “Whaddya want?” “We wanna don’t piss in our uniforms.”

“Ohhkaay, you boys go over and strip naked, then hit the showers.” Hard to believe I am just a year older than these guys. With this, the cup/jock has to go UNDER the diapers. We got them all put together. “I don’t want to put you on the spot Joe, but, ah, could you try it out?” “WOW!” And we can run with this or whatever we need to!” “Thanks, Buddy!”

MARK and Kenny and their adventures

I wondered where Frick and Frack were. Phone rang and they were at the Stadium annex. Got over there and there was this big cheering / applause thing. “What do they want from me?” “They want you to show them how to wear, football uniform and all.” “Has anyone explained that this is nothing any guy has to do, it’s just for the guys that might need?”

“Yeah. The rest want solidarity.”

So, in front of everybody, went through A -Z and everybody went wild. My helmet fit real good, so I’m keeping it.

Again, we got home, and there’s poor Mom. “I got some Ensure for you boys, and also I stocked that thing with as much beer as it can hold. Also there’s some FBI boys who want to talk to you. I’m going to bed.”(Gee, thanks, Mom.)

“We’re like dead tired. “ What do you boys want.?” “Your knowledge of diaper technology.” “Oh you gotta be…just buy some and read the instructions.”

I finally decided a demonstration was in order. So I pointed out the most weasly looking agent, and said, HIM. We had to chloroform him to strip him completely and get him upstairs. Took us two minutes to get him set up.

“So now what?” “Well, when he needs to pee, he’ll have to use his diapers. I don’t understand the great mystery in this. But I want all of you folks out of our house startin NOW.!”

“I thought you were a loyal American!” “I don’t want my Mom mad at me, and you can be sure you don’t either.”

Finally it was just the three of us, plus Mom, I hated to wake her up, but it was just to say, we were going to sleep 24 hours straight or more so don’t worry. We refreshed our diapers, watched some football, drank some beer.

“That’s fucked up man, why would the FBI be interested in diapers?”

“I honestly don’t know, and if they were, why me?”

I handed out our sleeping pills.

After that, I began frolicking with Kenny. My brother said, “well it’s about time, buddy, he’s been needing some frolic, deep and hard, for some time.”

“Can’t you go play in traffic or something?”