[color=#0673a5]passing it on[/color]

Well, it’s almost time to get out of here. Me and Kenny and my bro, Mark, are dealing with a variety of matters. I guess rumors spread around a lot.

I had to meet with my baseball team and coach as I was wrapping up our senior year there, I loved the game and my team.

I told all the guys in the locker room that I truly hated being in the outfield and having to piss real bad. I was expecting grief, but it was “Man, I HATE that!” “Man, any answer you have buddy.?” “Crap, me too, specially if we’re wearing whites!”

I noticed a lifetime friend, and handed him a couple bottles of Gatorade. “Slug it down, Gary!”

I packed his diapers on while he was finishing up. “Gary, punch yourself in the crotch.” “Hey, that was no big deal. I know you’re up to something.” “Let’s wait until you piss your brains out.”

He did, in a surprisingly short time. “See, Coach, you make us all drink like crazy, and then we’re stuck.”

“Now try it.” “Buddy, it’s like I just punched a rock! We still have to wear comp sliding shorts and a cup under the diapers, jock under the cup, then the diapers, and then plastic pants, and finally the comp shorts. “Yup. “

We all diapered up and got our gear on and everybody was happy we that could play on. So was I. One last game. We did great. Afterwards, I had to explain, “No, I don’t think diapers had anything to do it.” Joined the mayhem in the showers, dried off, and quietly left.

My brother was dealing with the football team. “AUGH! These guys!” Of course the football team gets the biggest, fanciest locker room. “LARRY!! Get your ass up here!” “Oh what do they want?”

I walked in and was greeted with cheers and hugs. Apparently they were stuck in the same boat. In this case, it’s jock, diapers, plastic pants, then those combo compression/girdle/pads, then regular uniform or practice pants. I thought they could make it without extra gear, but I was uninformed. I mentioned since football pants are pretty damn tight, the bitchy cheerleaders would not fail to notice something extra under their pants. I said I’d work on it.

On to Hockey. “By the time we get enough shit off to pee, often time we don’t make it.” “AND if you’re a Goalie, you haven’t got a chance. “And that means going home,, I have to ride in the back of the pickup on account I stink.” “Jock, the triple thick diapers and plastic pants, then put the rest of your junk on over that. It DEFINITELY won’t show under all that!” Plus nothing short of an RPG hitting you in the crotch is gonna hurt you, buddy.

Thought we were done. Oh no. Our swim team. Huh? The wanted neoprene lined trunks. Okay, done deal.