It was the summer of 1953, and I had just finished third grade. My mom woke me up with the news that a new family was moving in across the street. We watched from our front room picture window as they carried stuff into the house. My mom wanted to meet them; so, I got dressed, and we went over. We found out that Curt was my age, and his little brother, J.D., had just finished first grade. The mom was a housewife like mine, and their dad was in construction like my dad--we had a lot in common. For the next three years Curt and I were mostly best friends when we weren't mad at each other, and J.D. found a best friend in the neighborhood too. Over that time, we did our homework together, helped each other with chores, built a fort (it was really just a tent), got in trouble, found all the people who would let us use their backyard pool, joined Cub Scouts and moved on to Boy Scouts, and had some of the best times kids could have.

The summer of 1956 started out like any other. Curt and I had finished sixth grade, and we were out in our tent/fort planning to go to sleep when we realized that some things were changing. We began to talk about sex, not that we had never done that before, but this time it was more personal. We examined each other's private parts and confirmed that YES things were changing. We'd heard from our friends about "hair down there." And "boners" were popping up all the time. We began to tell each other "secrets" about ourselves, and I wanted to know more about the diapers and plastic pants on their clothesline. Curt had told me years ago that J.D. needed them to keep his bed dry, and at that time, it wasn't a big deal, J.D. was a little kid to us, but now he was ten, and the diapers and plastic pants were still on the line, and some of the plastic pants were super big--plenty big enough for Curt and me, and we were almost teenagers! I had to tell Curt a secret that my dad sometimes gave me an enema after a spanking. So, Curt told me that some of the plastic pants on the line were his and that his dad made him put one on when he was going to get paddled, because he sometimes wet during the punishment. J.D. also had to wear plastic pants when he was spanked. But the rest of the plastic pants were for J.D. to keep his bed dry. I asked a lot questions that night, and we both discovered another liquid besides pee comes out of our penises.

Over the next six years, Curt and I continued to be friends, and I never told anyone about his plastic pants spankings. We did a lot of experimenting in our tent/fort, and we found out that most of our friends did a lot of experimenting too! He claimed that enemas excited him; so, I told him about mine, and he kept me informed of his punishments. It was great to share secrets, but the time we had before puberty was more care-free, and we both worried that we might be "making ourselves" gay. After high school, my parents moved, and we lost touch. Curt sure was a lot of fun, and he managed to sneak a couple pairs of his super large plastic pants to me!