“I smell baby powder,” my Mom said.

“Oh, that’s me,” I said. “John has a high bar in his backyard and we put baby powder on our hands to keep from getting blisters.”

“Oh,” my Mom said. “I hope that you saved enough time to finish your homework!”

“It’s all done, Mom. It was fun having a buddy in the same grade to do it with.”

“That’s good,” she said. “I want you to have John over here next so I can meet him. Does he have brothers or sisters?”

“Oh, yeah. He has one sister and three brothers—actually four brothers but one is in college.”

“Well, that is a pretty big family! Maybe we will have them all over for a cookout sometime.”

Actually, I preferred to go over to John’s house so I could wear diapers. I kept remembering how good my diaper had felt today, and just the thought kept making me hard. I went up to my room and jerked off before dinner.

My Dad came home and he wanted to know about my new buddy. I didn’t say anything about the diapers, but I did casually mention that he lived in a foster home.

“He lives in a foster home?” my father exclaimed. “I wonder why. Usually foster homes are for orphans or children who have been seriously abused. Has he said anything about his real parents?”

“No, not a word,” I said. “I figure that he will tell me when he is ready.”

“That’s right,” my Dad said. “The subject might be painful for him. I am sure that he is a good boy or you would not like him so much. You are a good judge of friends.”

The next day John came over to my house. He stopped at his house first and changed to a fresh disposable diaper. I suggested that he skip the baby powder! He stuffed another diaper in his backpack just in case.

I introduced John to my Mom and I could tell that she liked him right away

I took John up to my room and showed him my video games. I thought that he would like my blood and guts karate game, but he said that he didn’t care much for that type of game. After I got to know him better, I understood why. He really liked my football program, though and also my flight simulator. He was able to land the planes easily after about ten minutes of practice. I still crashed most of the time and it was my game!

After about 45 minutes of play, we had to do homework. John really had an easy time with math. He explained some of the problems to me. We were still studying Ancient Egypt in history and I helped him with that.

At about 5:00 it was time for John to go home. My father was home, and even though John’s house was only a few blocks away, he insisted on driving him home. I came along. I was afraid that my father would pump John about his real parents, but he just asked John if he was enjoying his new school and which team he thought would win the Super Bowl this year, and stuff like that.

“He seems like a very nice boy,” my father said. “Whatever happened to him, he is sure not carrying a chip on his shoulder about it.”

The rest of the week passed with John and I alternating visits at each other’s house. Since we seemed to be good study partners, our parents had no objection to having us see each other after school. I did find that my homework sessions were much more enjoyable in a diaper. On Friday, I got to spend the night at John’s house! After we ate dinner, we finished our homework to get it out of the way. Then I felt as if I had to poop. “Hey, John, I have to poop. Should I take the diaper off and use the toilet, or use the diaper?”

“Use the diaper, of course! We all do. I am getting ready to take a dump myself. The timing is perfect, too, because we will need a change before bedtime.”

I started to poop in the diaper, and I got a really big erection. I looked over at John and I could tell he was loading his diaper, too.

“Wow!” I said. “This feels weird, but kind of neat. I am really hard!”

John put his arms around me and pressed the fronts of our diapers together. Then he guided me down onto the blanket on the floor, and got on top of me.

“Time for some “Diaper Humping,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“This,” he said, as he moved up and down against my diaper-covered penis. John and I came at almost the same time.

“That was awesome!” I said.

Sue removed our messy diapers before bedtime, and John and I took a shower together. We soaped each other all over and got pretty excited again.

After we were dry, Sue oiled and powdered us and put us each in an even thicker diaper. This one made it hard to walk normally.

“These are extra-thick nighttime diapers,” Sue told me.

John and I each had a sleeping bag so we could sleep together and Josh could sleep in his bunk bed. We zipped the two bags together and slipped inside. I couldn’t believe that I was going to be permitted and even expected to wet my diaper while I slept.

“Wet it some before you go to sleep and that will make you more likely to actually wet in your sleep,” said John.

I did as he said, but I still didn’t wet in my sleep. John said that it might take awhile before I could do it. I did wet it fully when I woke up, so I went down for breakfast in a very soggy, heavy diaper, just like the other boys.

Soccer try-outs were starting at 10:00 so we ate and got changed into disposable diapers. My parents were going to be there, but I knew my diaper wouldn’t show under my baggy soccer pants, and I planned to take the diaper off before I went home with my parents.

There were a lot of seventh grade boys there. Some were from our school and some were from another school nearby. A lot of cuts would have to be made to form the team. To my surprise, Matt and Vince were there, too.

The coach assigned players to simulate two teams and had us play against each other. John was a natural, and I was not too bad myself. At one point, John had the ball and was on his way to the goal line, when Matt and Vince ran up behind him and they both grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Everyone could see John’s diaper. He didn’t look embarrassed, though. He calmly pulled up his pants and waited to see what the coach would do. Coach Davidson came out onto the field, and told Matt and Vince that they were cut.

“You can’t cut me!” said Matt. “My father is one of the sponsors for the team!”

“Sorry, but you can’t buy your way onto this soccer team,” Coach Davidson said.

“Aside from the fact that you fouled another player, your soccer skills are no where near up to the level I expect from members of this team.”

Matt and Vince walked off the field and I saw them talking to a man who must have been Matt’s father. I saw him go over to Coach Davidson and I could see that Matt’s Dad was yelling at him. The coach remained calm and just shook his head at the man.

We were out there for several hours and finally the team was formed. Both John and I were on it! We hit the showers, and I disposed of my diaper.

“You didn’t tell us that John has to wear diapers,” my father said.

“I know,” I said. “I wanted to wait until you saw what a neat guy he his.”

“Do you know the reason for it?” my Mom asked.

“Well, I just know that he had a bad injury to his bladder and one of his kidneys,” I said.

“That would do it, all right,” my father said. “He sure handled it well when those creeps pulled down his shorts! I’m glad the coach kicked them off the team!”

“I am too,” I said, “only I hope that doesn’t cause us to be short of money for the team. Matt’s father was one of the sponsors.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make up the money somehow. The coach may find another sponsor, or we could have a fund-raiser,” my Mom said.

Sure enough, all the soccer Moms had a meeting the next day about raising money for the team. They decided to set up a popcorn and lemonade stand at every game, and also to make up tins of caramel corn for us to sell to our neighbors. Also, the local sporting goods store offered to sponsor our team and they gave us free uniforms and a ball for each player to use for practicing. Instead of hiring a bus for away games, it was decided that we would use car pools.

.We practiced on Fridays after school, and played games with other teams on Saturdays. We won most of our games.

I was really glad now that we had moved! I spent every other day at John’s house and on the other days, he came to my house. I had never had such a good friend before! Getting to wear diapers at Johns house was really great! I wished that I could wear them all the time like he did, of course, but part-time was a lot better than nothing!

“It must be terrible to have to wear diapers all the time,” my Mom said one evening.

“Oh, John doesn’t mind,” I said, feeling a little guilty about my secret. “All the boys at John’s house wear diapers.”

“You must feel a little out of place when you are there, then,” my Mom said.

I wondered if I dared to tell her that I wore diapers when I was there.

“Well, once I tried one out just to see how it felt,” I admitted.

My Mom did not look as shocked as I thought she would. She said,

“Well, how did it feel?”

“To tell the truth, it felt pretty cool,” I said truthfully.

“Boys!” she said. “That’s why boys are so hard to toilet train. They just like wearing diapers!” she laughed. “When you were a little boy and I was trying to toilet train you, I put you in underwear, and you kept coming up to me and saying, “Want diaper, Mommy.””

I was tempted to ask her if I could wear diapers all the time, but I figured that I had better quit while I was ahead. I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with John.

I had so much fun at John’s house! I looked forward to being diapered by Sue, and being diaper-humped by John. Sometimes all of us boys would get in a pile and wrestle, and hump. Then we would sometimes have a vote on who had the grossest diaper! Then we had a game called “Diaper Ball,” where a player would stuff a rubber ball inside his diaper and run bases. Everybody would go after him and try to get the ball out of his diaper. Then the one who got the ball would stuff it in his diaper, and so on, until everybody was too exhausted or laughing too hard to continue.

Of course, we had to spend a lot of time on homework, too. We had to keep a B average to stay on the coach’s Saturday soccer team. Since I was really good at history and English, and John was great at math and science, we each managed to keep a B+ average.