Next morning after breakfast Uncle John took Lloyd, Walter and Walter's Dad with him in the pick up truck up the back pasture to help re-bank one of the small creeks that had spilled over into the field.

Both Lloyd and Walter rode in the bed of the pickup. On the way to the work site Walter sat leaning on the tailgate facing Lloyd who was sitting against the cab. Walter never took his eyes off of the boy.

"I like your diaper, Lloyd. Do you have to wear it or do you just like to wear it?" Walter asked as they rode over the bumpy road.

For the last several weeks Lloyd had noticed Walter looking at him. These incidences were disturbing to Lloyd. Now they were just feet away from each other and Lloyd could feel the older boy's eyes as they scanned his diapered body.

"It's Ok… Uncle John and Aunt Betty don't care if I wear them." Lloyd answered.

"I don't care if you wear them either… I'm glad you can wear them. I bet they are soft, too!" Walter smiled.

"These are cloth ones and they are really soft." Lloyd responded.

"I bet the girls like to look at you. too." Walter hung on tight when the truck hit a deep rut.

"They are my cousins." Lloyd said.

"I know. I think they are cute, too. I watched you and them the other day when you went to the tree house. They look really sexy in bikinis." The older boy rolled his eyes, "Man, seeing those little kittens and you in diapers made me get a h……!" Just at that time the truck hit another deep hole and both boys had to hang on tighter.

Lloyd understood what Walter was going to say. He has heard this kind of talk from older boys at school. Two of his closest friends use sexy talk when they are together. Lloyd was not too surprised that Walter might be interested in the girls wearing bikinis. He knew most boys would be interested.

But because of Walter interest in his diaper was the reason why Lloyd questioned his motives.

Walter pointed ahead, "We're almost there, good thing the creek is running lower now. It will be easy to fix the bank after we make a dam above it."

Uncle John stopped the truck when they got close to the creek. Walter was already on the ground before Lloyd could jump out. Walter caught Lloyd just as he sprang from the back of the truck.

"You Ok?" Walter asked while slowly lowering the boy to the ground.

"Sure… Thanks!" Lloyd stood brushing dust off his diaper.

"I'm glad you could come with us today." Walter whispered.

"Yeah, it might be fun." Lloyd answered.

"Yeah, fun… maybe!" Walter smiled. For the older boy it was just another day at work. He has not really had a fun day that he can remember. However, with Lloyd tagging along Walter thought maybe it can turn into a fun day.

Uncle John and the hired hand pulled the tools out of the pickup and motioned for the boys to follow them.

First they would need to re-enforce part of the dam above the spill area in order to slow the water at the broken bank site. The water was not very deep, it only came up to the knees of Lloyd in the deepest part.

Walter stripped to his underpants so he could wade out with Lloyd who was in only his diaper and tennis shoes. They could arrange some smaller rocks while Uncle John and Walter's Dad carried the heaver ones

It did not matter if Lloyd got his diaper wet; it would soon dry out anyway. Walter was keeping an eye on Lloyd while they worked. Lloyd was not as nervous around Walter as he was before, however, he wondered why Walter was so interested in him.

When they dammed the creek enough to hold back the heavy flow of water they took a break to eat some sandwiches Aunt Betty had made for them. The boys had downed a couple of cans of pop with their sandwiches.

"Go easy on the pop, Lloyd. Your diaper will have to last most of the day." Laughed Uncle John.

Uncle John noticed that the boys' backs were starting to turn red from sunburn. He tossed Walter a bottle of lotion, "Put this on Lloyd and yourself. I'll get into real trouble with Aunt Betty if I let you get sunburned."

Walter looked over at his Dad for permission before he opened the sun lotion bottle. His Dad told him to do as he was told.

Walter moved behind Lloyd and while being on his knees he began to rub lotion onto the younger boy's back. Lloyd could tell that Walter seemed uneasy about doing it. Because Walter's Dad kept watching it made Lloyd wonder all the more what was wrong.

Walter had spilled a few drops into the top of the boy's diaper so he used his finger to wipe it out. Walter had put his finger down the back of the diaper as far as he could reach.

Lloyd giggled.

"Please don't do that?" Whispered Walter.

"I can't help it, it tickles." Lloyd also whispered.

"My Dad might hear you and think I'm doing something. He won't like it if I touch you." Walter whispered.

Walter applied the lotion to Lloyd's shoulders working down his arms.

Lloyd thought that was sort of strange that Walter had to get permission from his Dad when his Uncle had asked him to do it. And what was Walter so afraid his Dad would think he was doing?

Lloyd again giggled when Walter dipped lotion down his stomach, "That tickles, too!" Lloyd wiggled about.

This time Walter's Dad overheard and gave his son a disgusting look. Walter stopped and sat back away from Lloyd. "You better do the rest yourself. My Dad don't like me doing it."

Taking a few drops into his hand Lloyd began rubbing it on his own stomach, legs and thighs.

Walter put some on himself but asked to Lloyd rub some on his back where couldn't reach.

As the morning wore on Lloyd was more relaxed around Walter. But he noticed that Jack, the Hired Hand, was watching them the whole time.

When Lloyd had the chance to talk with his Uncle John he asked some questions.

"Why does Walter's Daddy keep looking at us like that?" Lloyd asked.

"I don't think he is looking at you but he does keep an eye on Walter. It's ok, don't let it bother you." Uncle John said.

"But we're not doing anything wrong, are we?" Lloyd questioned.

"How would you like to come with me, I am heading down creek so we can start fixing the break in the bank?" Uncle invited.

"Sure, is Walter coming too?" Lloyd inquired.

"He and his Dad will finish up here then they will walk down and meet us soon."

Lloyd thought riding in the pickup bed was fun, but this time he wanted to ride in the cab with his Uncle.

Instead of going directly to the bank below, Uncle John drove back to the fields where he had some sand bags stored. He let Lloyd play with the dog because the sacks would be too heavy for a little boy. Lloyd tried to help but it was his Uncle that carried the load. When the pick-up had enough they headed back to the creek.

Sitting beside Uncle John Lloyd started to talk to his Uncle. "I think Walter is sort of strange…. His Daddy don't talk to me much either. Why is that?" Lloyd turned with one knee on the seat cushion so he could face his Uncle. Lloyd had to hold onto the dash with one hand because of the bumpy road.

"Jack Marshall (the hired hand) is a man of few words so it is no surprise that he don't talk much to anyone unless it is farm business or he just feels he has to say something." Uncle told him.

"But he seems to always be watching Walter like something is wrong or something." Lloyd said.

"Well, there is sort of a reason for that. You see, Walter got into some trouble a year or two back and his Dad keeps an eye on him so he won't get into trouble again. And Walter is not allowed to leave the farm unless his Dad is with him." Uncle John said.

"What did he do?" Lloyd asked of Walter.

Uncle John stopped the truck then turned his attention to the boy.

"Well, that's kind of personal…. Actually I don't think Walter is so dangerous as some folks think… I know he has gone through a lot and it hasn't been easy for him. He needs a friend and little more freedom but his Dad is doing what he thinks may be best and I don't interfere with it. Both of them are good workers and we have had no problems here on the farm." Uncle told him.

Now Lloyd was more confused then before.

"When Walter was putting sun lotion on me his Daddy frowned and was shaking his head. Walter quite and had me finish it myself. When Walter wanted me to put lotion on his back, again his Daddy looked at us sort of mean like." Lloyd reported.

"Don't let that bother you, Lloyd. As I said, his Dad don't want Walter to get into trouble again. He is overly protective I know but I am sure he loves Walter and doesn't mean to be so controlling of the boy." Uncle John told him.

"Uncle John, what did he do? Was it something really bad?"

His Uncle took a few moments to think before he answer, "Lloyd, what I am going to tell you is just between you and me, promise?" Uncle John asked.

"I promise…! Is Walter a bad person, will he hurt me?" Lloyd had all kinds of thoughts running through his head.

"No, Lloyd, he's not a bad boy and I know he would he never hurt you. But he did something that some folks thinks he shouldn't have." Uncle John seemed to be thinking how to explain.

"You say you felt weird when you looks at you sometimes. Well, Walter may be a little weird in some ways but he has not had the freedom to be a little boy like you have had. What I mean is, after he had lost his mother his dad had taken on the job of being both mother and daddy." He explained.

"Is it because he don't have a momma that makes him like that?" Lloyd asked.

"Part of it." His Uncle said.

"What did he do?" Lloyd asked again.

"Well, I don't think Walter is a danger to you or I wouldn't let him be on the farm. Jack has not told me every detail but I was told Walter got a little too familiar with one of their neighbor boys." His Uncle told him.

"What you mean… familiar?" Lloyd asked.

"It means his daddy won't let him be alone with children. You see, he got familiar , ah… intimate. I mean he got too friendly and the boy's mother and daddy did not like what he did." Uncle John answered.

Lloyd brightened up, "You mean he was messing around?"

"Ah, yes… you could put it that way, I suppose that is what he was doing." Uncle John wondered how Lloyd would know of such things but he decided not to get into it.

"I don't think you will have any problem but if he does something that you don't like I want you to tell me about it. Will you do that?" Uncle John asked.

"Ok." Lloyd promised. "But…!"

"Never mind… If anything that makes you feel something is wrong I want you to tell me and no one else, ok?" John asked of him.

"OK!" Lloyd promised again. "But still don't understand. Did he hurt the little boy? Messing around doesn't hurt. It…."

"The subject is closed." Uncle John did not want to say anymore about it. He just started the truck and the drove on towards the creek.

When they arrived at the break in the creek bank they found the dam they built had lowered the water enough so repairs would be easier. Uncle John backed the truck up to the damaged bank so they could unload the sand bags. Walter and Jack were already there with shovels.

"This is going to be a dirty job, so watch where you step. You will be in mud up to your ankles. Looks like that diaper is just about wasted anyway so we won't change it yet. Be careful where you step there are some rocks in the mud."

"The sand bags may be too heavy for you to carry alone So let us place them and you can jump up and down on them to pack them into place. When we get the bags settled you can go play until we are ready to go back home." Uncle told.

For about ten minutes Lloyd had fun jumping on the sand bags as Walter and the men laid them in place.

The farm dog came running towards them. When Lloyd saw the dog he asked if he could go play. Lloyd found the dog liked to chase sticks.

After a while both dog and boy tired out. Lloyd sat in the back of the pickup and watched the others finish the retaining wall. When it was time to go home the men sat in the cab and Walter and Lloyd were allowed to ride in the pickup bed with the dog.

Walter wanted to say something to Lloyd, "Lloyd, I hope you and I can be friends. I am sorry if I make you afraid of me."

"That's alright, Walter. I just didn't know you well enough before." Lloyd smiled.

Lloyd wanted to bring up the subject he and his Uncle were talking about but he held his tongue not wanting to get Walter upset.

"I hope we can become good friends. I like to talk to you and things." Walter was trying to be very friendly.

"I'd like that… being around girls all the time… anyway it would be nice to have a boy to talk with, too." Lloyd continued.

About that time they hit one of several bumps in the farms roadway. This bump caused Walter to slide over almost touching Lloyd's legs.

Without warning Walter reached over and gently ran a finger over the little boy's thigh near the diaper.

"Why you doing that?" the younger boy asked.

"Don't be afraid, Lloyd. I only want to feel your diaper. I think about you a lot. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Walter moved closer to the boy.

Lloyd sat still when he felt Walter's finger pressing under his diaper at the thigh.

"Why you doing that?" Lloyd asked after taking a quick look into the pickups rear window. Uncle John was busy driving and Walter's Dad was looking out the side window.

Walter pulled his hand back but kept smiling at Lloyd.

"Your skin is so smooth. And your diaper…, Gee, I think it would be fun to wear them too." Walter laid his finger onto the diaper as before, then quickly pulled back as if testing Lloyd's reactions.

"You can touch the diaper if you want to." Lloyd raised his arm so Walter could touch.

"Do you like wearing diapers, Lloyd?" Walter asked.

"I do, really. Feels good!" Was all he said.

"You look good in them too. I like looking at you." Walter once again reached over and felt the diaper then let his finger touch skin.

The activity was confusing Lloyd. He was not sure just what Walter wanted to do, however Lloyd was feeling much like when the girls changed him.

Lloyd remembered what his Uncle said about telling him if Walter does anything he did not like. But Lloyd really did not mind being touched. And he enjoyed Walter telling him how much he liked the diaper.

Even though Lloyd felt Walter was doing something out of the ordinary he was not feeling it was something he did not like. But he had a feeling he needed to be careful and not let the men in the cab see what was happening.

"Why you touching my diaper like that?" Asked Lloyd taking another look into the cab. No one seemed concerned.

"I just want to feel it, you let the girls do it!" Walter answered.

Lloyd was not sure what he meant by the girls doing it.

"What you mean? They don't do that." Lloyd did not want Walter to know too much about his being changed by the girls.

"Sure you do… I seen you!" Walter stated.

"What? What have you seen?" Lloyd remembered the times when Walter was looking at him but was not ready to hear what was to come.

"In the tree house… With those girls… You let them change your diaper!" Walter looked into the cab to see if his Dad was watching.

"Well, they are my cousins! Besides… How you know about that?" Lloyd asked.

"I been watching you…. You liked it when they touch you, didn't you?" Walter asked.

"Why were you watching us?" Lloyd asked after getting over the shock of what he said.

Walter gave Lloyd his strange smile.

Walter made another move towards the diaper. Lloyd didn't move. But took a look into the cab. At the same time another bump causing the boys to bounce.

Walter slipped and pressed hard over the boy's diaper front just to keep his balance. Lloyd was surprised that similar feelings came over him like when the girls were changing his diaper.

"Sorry!" Walter muttered.

There was no answer but the look on Lloyd's face told Walter what he wanted to know. The two boys looked at each other as they realized they knew something they had in common.

The truck pulled into the Farm's front yard. The dog jumped out chasing a startled cat that ran from the gate where it was sleeping.

"Promise me that you will not tell on me!" Walter whispered before jumping from the truck.

Lloyd did not know what he would tell his Uncle about anyway. What Walter was doing was nothing to tell about. Besides, he reasoned that if he told on Walter that Walter would tell about the tree house incidents.

"Don't worry, I won't." Lloyd stood up and started to jump over the side of the truck. About that time Uncle John had reached to lift him down.

Walter walked towards the barn with his Dad.

Just as Lloyd was about to go through the gate he turned to look back at Walter. Both boys exchanged glances at each other. Lloyd gave a sort of wave, which was returned by Walter.

When Lloyd and his Uncle reached the front porch Aunt Betty met them and chased them to the back porch. She had just moped the kitchen floor and did not want any tracking in so she had Lloyd remove his dirty diaper and sent him along with Uncle John out to the back yard to wash off the mud with the hose before coming in. When Uncle John turned the hose to wash the boy, Lloyd yelled out, "Thattt's cold!"

Lloyd found himself sitting in a warm bath while Martha began to give him a scrub down. He felt so warm and comfortable after being bathed and diapered he just wanted to cuddle up and enjoy the comfort.

While laying on the floor beside his cousins watching TV before bed time Aunt Betty asked him, "Did anything exciting happen today?"

At first Lloyd thought somehow she had found out about Walter and their trip home but she was asking about fixing the creek bank.

"Oh, nothing really." Lloyd answered her.