It was Saturday night. A warm summer wind began to pick up, causing the

leaves of the big tree to flutter back and forth making a rustling

sound. The two boys were playing on the old tire swing. Jimmy was

standing while holding onto the rope while Gary sat in the tire holding

on with each hand. Both youngsters trying to see how high they could go.

Just a few minutes before the boys would get the swing going fast as

they could then jump as far out as they dared, landing and rolling on

the grass.

Both would need a bath tonight, that was for sure. Their copper tan

bodies mixed with dust and grass stains gave them that special

little-boy look. The boys were in a need of a diaper change, not only

because of the dirt gathered on their seats, but also because they were

just too busy when the need arose. They were still wearing the same

multi-double-seated underpants they had on since the last change which

was by now several hours ago.

Bob Beebe and Paul Norton stepped out on the front porch to rock in the

chairs as they shared a pitcher of cool lemonade. The only thing that

was annoying this night was the buzzing of the growing number of

mosquitoes diving for human blood.

The men took all the swatting and biting they could and headed back

towards the front door.

"Come on, boys, before you get eaten alive," Bob called out.

Neither boy could hear a word or just did not want to hear, it is hard

tell when dealing with little boys. The bugs did not seem to be a

concern either, but by morning they will be a itching something fierce.

But for the time being they were just having way too much fun.

It took both fathers to pry the boys away from their fun and games. But

the daddies won out and soon the boys were inside where the dirt really

showed up.

"Yukky, it's bath time for you two," Paul commanded as he began to undo

Jimmy's homemade diaper carefully removing the several layers so nothing

would get on the carpet. He wiped the child's dirty butt with the only

clean underpants he could find. Then swatted the boy on his rump,

heading him toward the bathroom door.

Like wise, Bob stripped and wiped Gary giving a slight push in the right

direction, while making some comment about why is that boy starting to

poop so much.

Paul had already began to fill the tub.

"Hey you boys, don't get into the tube before I have a chance to wash

you bottoms. Gotta keep the water clean for a bath, you know."

Both boys laughed as they took turns examined each other, "Your messier

then I," Gary giggled. "No you are". No you are" "You are!" the boys

tried to our yell the other.

Jimmy settled the argument by backing his rear making a direct hit

against Gary's brown -ut butt then wiggled to smear the mess around.

Gary did not seem to share the same joke as did his little friend. "Hey,

cut it out you little........!" Jimmy cut him short adding, "Poopy Butt!"

"Hey Dad Gary went poopy again." "No I didn't" "Did too" and so they

went at it again.

It was Bob that put an end to the teasing insults, grabbing hold of

Jimmy's arm. Bob held the boy still long enough for him to wipe the last

color of brown from his butt.

"Nice butt, Jimmy, nice and clean that is." Bob gave him one more wipe

then lightly smacked him playfully.

"Nice messy butt," Gary tried in vain to restart the exchange of

insults. Bob got the last word by pointing out that Gary's butt was

really the messy one now.

"Ya, go look in the mirror Poopy Butt.! Jimmy taunted his friend.

In a few moments both boys were settling down for their bath.

"Dad", Gary tugged at his daddy's arm, "Daddy, did you bring another

package of diapers with you?" Gary and Jimmy had used all the

multi-layer of underpants Nancy's mother brought for the Church's Relief

Program.

"Oh, I thought you two would just put these back on" Bob held up the

wadded dirty pants just taken off, "they look so comfy on you boys." Bob

joked.

"Dad" Gary yelled out in protest, "Not until they are washed"!

"Yes, Gary, to answer your question, I did get a few packages for you

and myself."

Gary felt a bit relieved because he know the underpants would not be

washed until the morning, besides he was looking forward to having the

thick diaper to sleep in.

"Thank you daddy," Gary gave his dad a big prolonged hug.

Paul spoke up saying that he too bought several packages for Jamie and

Jimmy, adding he even bought a couple for himself.

Bob Beebe followed the boys with his eyes as they stepped into the tub.

Jimmy sat down with his back resting against the back of the tub but

Gary got onto his knees placing them on each side of Jimmy's so the boys

would be facing each other.

Both Paul and Bob stood silently staring at the boys who had began to

splash water on each other.

Both men would not openly admit it but they both had similar feelings

toward these two boys in the tub. Even if both could not explain why

they felt as they did, they both felt the same primitive scream that

arose up within each of them.

Paul was the first to shake off the almost hypnotic effect that captured

his entire attention.

"Man, is it hot in here or is it just me?" Paul wiped his sweaty

forehead.

"I think this is one of the warmest nights we had so far this year," Bob

looked away from the two boys for a moment.

The boys continued to play as they helped each other bathe. For the next

half an hour each boy helped the other with their bath.

Out of the tub they stood facing each other. Gary wiped Jimmy with a

soft drying towel. Jimmy cooperated by standing very still while Gary

slowly wiped every nook and cranny.

Without a word being spoken the boys communicated with their facial

expressions, telling each other the love felt toward each other.

Jimmy did the same for his friend giving him the same careful wipe down

being sure to get every drop of wetness. Gary, like his pal before,

stood still submitting willingly to Jimmy's loving carefulness as the

towel worked its way over his clean body.

Each boy took turns laying on the bathroom rug while the other powdered

and diapered him in a new dry and cozy Depend. This diapering process

took more time then normal because of the playful mood the moment put

them into.

Finally the children completed their task giving each other approval for

a diapering job well done. After checking each other's diaper to be sure

they were leak proof, the boys topped off their bath time with a few

minutes of playful wrestling on the bathroom floor.

Bob and Paul were pleased when the boys walked into the living room

wearing nothing at all except for their night time diapers. Bob had Gary

stand before him for inspection. Gary pulled nervously at each nipple

while his Dad had him slowly turn a full circle while pulling at his

son's waist band, testing the fasteners, running a finger up under the

leg gathers.

"Great job, son, you did a good job putting that on by yourself!" Bob

praised the boy.

"Jimmy did it!" Gary corrected his dad.

"Ya, and Gary put mine on too?" Jimmy piped up the same time patting at

his night time diaper.

"I am really proud of both of you." Paul and Bob said in unison.

For the next hour the kids played with toys on the floor along with

Jamie doing his best to compete with his brother and Gary.

Jamie turned over on his back and spread his legs making a face as his

eyes closed tightly. Paul knew what was happening so started to get up.

Jamie spoke out the few words he could pronounce clearly, "Poopy,

Poopy!" This caught the attention of all in the room as they witnessed

the older boy finish his duty. Gary and Jimmy looked at each other while

giggling.

Bob sat on the sofa while Paul changed Jamie's diaper. The conversation

turned to the Machines at the Offices. "Only one machine left to do, and

I see no problem getting it done early tomorrow morning." Bob Beebe said.

Paul had just laid Jamie on the changing pad when he glanced over at

Jimmy. Realizing his youngest son had also pooped by observing the

darkened shadow that formed in the seat of his diaper.

Calling out, Paul asked, "Jimmy, why aren't you using the toilet for

pooping? It is not like you to do this." His dad was not upset but

showed surprise that his 9 year old son suddenly reverted to dirtying

his diapers again, making the mention that he was doing so well these

last couple of years.

"I couldn't help it, daddy, guess I am just like Jamie, and need you to

help me, too."

Paul and Bob had been talking about this very thing while driving home

from the Office earlier that day, Bob had warned Paul that once a boy

starts wearing diapers again he may purposely make a few accidents

happen. "They don't do this to be naughty, but it just happens. Jimmy,

however, may not even be aware of the reason for this sudden change in

pooping. In Jimmy's case, what he really wants is to have you treat him

like Jamie." Bob hit it right on the head, that is exactly what Jimmy

wanted.

Jamie laid still, savoring each gentle touch of his father's hand as the

nice smelling powder was applied. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth

reveled a sweet little smile that reached the heart of his loving father.

The boys watched the activity as if it were a drama being played out

upon the stage. Gary looked at his own daddy as if to say, `me too,

daddy."

Bob Beebe pulled out one big fat diaper from the bag and asked his son,

"You want me to diaper you, too?"

Gary's eyes widen with delight as the words formed in his mouth, "Sure!"

Gary was not that wet, but with a little forcing down, he was able to

make them just a little wetter to be able to justify the change.

Without hesitation Gary placed himself in front of his daddy, readily

submitting himself for the intimate exchange between father and son.

Bob sprinkled sweet smelling baby powder in just the right places and

began to rub lightly, smoothing out the powder. Gary relaxed, enjoying

the pleasure of having his daddy ready him for bed.

What Bob saw was the fiscal expression of one very pleased little boy.

"You could do this for yourself, sweetheart." Bob was not complaining,

he enjoyed doing this for his little boy. "It does give me pleasure to

do it for you, but you did a fine job with Jimmy's diapering, here,

raise up a bit."

"I just wanted you to do it." Gary was satisfied that his daddy would

give him this helping hand.

"Tell you what, I will fix you up in a very special diaper tonight. I'm

going to put another extra thick night diaper over the top of this one

making you one super duper diaper. You may not be able to walk very well

but you will experience a very different kind of night diaper."

Jimmy had been over hearing Bob and Gary's conversation. "Daddy, do me

like that, too."

Bob threw a couple of new diapers to Paul. "Use a couple of these and

pull them as tight as you can, they will really stick out between their

legs so will need to be rather tight".

"Thanks!" Paul just finished powdering Jimmy and Reaching for the large

Depend. Paul fix it on the boy as the way Bob suggested.

The two men stood back to admire the two little boys that could only lay

spread eagle on the floor unable to draw their legs together because of

the heavy diaper that kept their legs spread apart. The diapers' front

poked up in the air as if a pillow had been stuffed between their legs.

Jamie, who had been diapered in only one Depend, stared in unbelief,

reaching and patting his own to see if it was just as big.

"Well, it looks like all our boys are ready for night- night." Paul

winked at Bob.

"Ya, it sure does!" Bob laughed out.

Both men reached out giving each other a high five. "Let's see if they

can get to bed by themselves." Bob Beebe giggled.

Paul motioned to Bob to move out of earshot of the boys. Once the two

men were a few feet away, Paul whispered, "Wonder if you mind making a

change in the sleeping arrangements tonight......... Jamie and I did not

sleep too well last night because the boy is not used to sleeping in a

different bed."

"Sure, Paul, what have you in mind?"

"What would you think of having Jamie back in his own bed, you and Gary

take the double and I will take Jimmy into my room?"

"That would work OK with me." Bob agreed.

"Or....... Well, this may sound strange but..... we could switch kids

you take Jimmy and I..... could take Gary." Paul suggest this rather

carefully but a slight smile betrayed his hidden excitement. He had no

idea that Bob wanted to make this very same suggestion.

For a moment neither men could speak.

Bob looked over at the boys, Jimmy was still trying to get off the floor

but all he could accomplish was to get his large white diaper high into

the air, with his legs firmly planted and his feet flat on the floor

while he tried in vain to push himself off the floor with his hands. All

he could accomplish was to walk on all fours a few feet.

Bob stared at this boy's diaper sticking high into the air. "wow"! was

all Bob could think to say.

Gary, on the other hand was on his belly, not quite able to get his

knees under himself. He, too, was pushing up with his arms putting him

into an almost push up position.

It was obvious both boys would need assistance if they were to get to

bed.

Bob took a hard look at Jimmy, thinking of the night before and how

close he came to reach out and touch the sleeping boy. Paul's suggestion

of exchanging boys for this one night seemed appealing to Bob Beebe.

"OK, Paul, this may be the last night so if the boys agree to that

arrangement I won't mind." Both men sighed a `Yes' under their breath..

Paul had wanted to give Gary a hug ever since he first saw him in his

office. Watching the boy struggling to get on his feet rekindled an old

flame within his heart. Paul had a few questions he would like to put

before the boy concerning diapers.

"Let's ask the boys if they would want to switch Dad's for the night."

Just saying that statement gave Paul goosebumps.

When the question was presented to the boys each looked their own dad in

the face with an expression that seem to ask, "Did I hear, right?"

Paul re-phrased the question, "I would like to have you send the night

with me, Gary. And Bob wants Jimmy to stay with him, would that be OK

with you boys?"

Just to clarify things Gary asked, "Mr. Norton, are you going to wear a

diaper too?"

"Of course, if you want me to" That was just what Paul had been thinking

about, "But please call me Paul, Gary, Mr. Norton sounds to formal."

Paul asked Jimmy, "What do you think about all of this, Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked hard at Gary, both boys shrugged their shoulders, raised

their eyebrows, grinned at each other.

"I guess it will be all right". Jimmy ducked his head as if he were

about to enter into some kind of a naughty thing.

Paul noticed this look of concern on his son's face, "It will be all

right, Jimmy, Bob will be wearing a diaper too."

"Oh, OK, Ya, I would like to", Jimmy raised his head revealing a very

large smile.

"I wasn't sure..... I thought..... well, I thought..... never mind."

Jimmy's face turned a slight color of red.

Bob seemed to understand, he wondered how he would react if the tables

were reversed and he was a boy being asked to sleep with an older man.

"I would so much enjoy having your company, Jimmy. We will have a chance

to talk about why we wear diapers and things like that," Bob explained.

"That's right, boys, I'm sure you would find it educational and besides

I have a few questions I need answered." Paul helped Gary to stand up.

"If your diaper is too big we can take off one of them......:" Bob never

got to finish before both boys cried out in unison, "NO! leave them on,

we like them!" while they patted at their own oversized coverings.

"I don't believe my daddy is going to wear a diaper to bed," Jimmy

giggled at the thought.

Bob picked the little Jimmy up into his arms and carried him into the

bedroom, dumping him upon the bed, he leaned down to make a comment to

the boy. "Your daddy is a very special man, he loves you so very much.

So much that he is willing to share with you so he can understand you

better. Your daddy is a good daddy and he loves you as much as he loves

Jamie."

"I know, I love him too". Jimmy seemed pleased that Bob told him of his

Daddy's love.