By the way: DiaperWhiz is also a two-time Abysitter #ABDL Photo Contest winner. I've sprinkled in some of his contest entry pictures with this blog entry hehe...
Guest Entry: DiaperWhiz
"End of College Days"
I went to undergrad in a very rural part of vermont. A small liberal
art college with a large population of very attractive mountain men.
unfortunately Vermont proved to not be the best location for picking up
sexy gay dudes. But it was a fantastic place for young college co-eds to
experience with their sexuality. Thank god for good ol college
experimentation, without it, I might never have gotten laid. But even
with the occasional straight lay, there still was no diaper play
happening in my life. During that time I kept myself occupied wearing
diapers to bed and occasionally to class. But I couldn't get the fantasy
of diapering rural vermont boys out of my mind. I mean they already
wore overalls most of the time, and with all that scruff I knew they
would make the most adorable toddlers. hehehe But I never got a chance
to incorporate diapers, I always kept that part a secret. That is until
one fateful night….It was the week after classes but before graduation my senior year. I had just received 2 cases of M4s from a friend who was moving out of New England and needed to dispose of his stash quickly. Being a poor college student I gladly took him up on the offer. With all the extra padding around I was wearing quite frequently at the time, doubling up for bed and whatnot. I knew that I couldn't get through all the diapers before I myself had to move, but I sure as hell was trying! haha.
The university was throwing a big party at a bar the next town over.
All the seniors were invited to have one last hour not he universitiy's
tab. There are underclass men there to act as DDs and to make sure the
seniors don't get to out of control. The good thing about going to a small school is that you know EVERYONE. It makes group situations easy cause you can easily strike up a conversation because you have most likely had a class, played a sport or been to a party with whoever you are talking to. After some goofing around with my Frisbee teammates I saddled up to the bar for a drink when I noticed this boy sitting alone across the bar. He wasn't a senior, and though he was someone I recognized, I couldn't remember where we had met. I must have been staring because he signaled me to come over.
I thought what the hell, this might be a good chance to flirt a little. I always liked having fun with the straight boys, knowing that it probably wasn't going anywhere, it allowed me to be much more loose and casual.
As I walked over to him a the bar I sized him up. He was short, about 5'5" but solid. He had a nice pair of arms from what I could through his tight fitting dress shirt. He had short hair that was just a little on the shaggy side, like so many of my Vermont boys like to wear it. He had a look about him the read rural. I don't know how to describe it, but I could easily picture him growing up in wife beaters and whitey tighteys on the couch watching TV. The kinda guy who was a little messy and a little dirty in that sexy man kinda way. His face was contorted in a wry smile that hugged the scruff peeking out from his otherwise baby face. A devilish light flickered behind his eyes as if he was always thinking something dirty.
I pulled up next to him and struck up a conversation. He seemed shorter when I finally pulled up close to him. His feet dangling over the edge of his seat, swaying back and forth like a little boy.
"What are you drinking?" I asked
"A Roy Rogers. Im not old enough to drink here." He replied sheepishly
"Oh a young one eh? Well that's what the party back in town is for right?", I laughed. Ha! A Roy Rogers I thought, this boy is a a little tyke isn't he?
"Have we met before?" I asked, "You looks so familiar."
"Yeah, I came to your birthday party, and I play soccer next to the frisbee fields. I've seen you out there before. The name is Calvin."
Now I remembered him. He was the shortest player on the soccer team but he could move fast. That explained why he looked so familiar. The soccer team shared field space with the frisbee team. I've always had a thing for sports players. The mention of soccer let my drunken mind wonder to how this short little guy looked in his soccer uniform. Probably looks awesome looks cute in a jock strap I thought to myself, followed by the thought that I'd probably never get to see that. What a shame, I thought as I threw back the rest of my beer.
The whole time we are talking I get this really good vibe. He was clearly interested into talking to me so we sat and I drank a lot. After the party was over al the seniors had to wait for a school bus to come pick them up and take them back to campus. A few savvy seniors made arrangements with underclassmen DDs for rides, but I make no such plan. The idea of waiting for the slow ass bus to get back to campus was unacceptable. I finished my beer and got up to leave but Calvin stopped me and said:
"Do you want a ride? I brought the cargo van out here from campus but they said I can take it back. There is room for one more."
"Hell yes! Im totally coming with you!" I exclaimed.
We grabbed our stuff and hopped into the van and head back to campus. I was significantly drunk at this point and am feeling a little saucy with my newfound soccer boy.
"Thanks for the ride man. I really appreciate it." I said, thinking about all the trouble I was going to get into that night.
"No problem man. What are you getting into tonight." He aked. This kid, who I have met only briefly, wanted to tag along to the "grownup" party, how cute. But, what was in if for me?
"I dunno man I am probably gonna head back to town and drink some more. What about you?"
"I am ready to start drinking myself. I'm looking for the party."
"Awww so cute the lil boy wants to come play with the big boys." I mocked. He quickly shot me a look and stuck his tongue out laughing.
"You are more than welcome to tag along with me. if you want, I'll make sure you get into trouble." I teased
"What kind of trouble?" he asked curiously.
"You'll see." I said.
Now I should mention here that I did not have the intention of doing
anything with this boy other than be flirty and to tease him. At this
point I had no plan beyond getting back to town and drinking more. The
alcohol was making me feel really high on my horse. I had been in this
situation before. You get a chatty straight guy who laughs at all your
jokes and give you good eye contact and attention at the bar, then wants
to tag along for the night and drink and wax poetic with a seemingly
wise sociology major. This was heading towards us having sex. I could
just feel it. Now usually at this point I just sit back and coast and
let the night play out without any work on my part. But this time was
different. I don't know if it was the booze or the fact that I sensed he
was kinda kinky, from no other information other than I had this vibe.
And the fact that I was pretty confidant he was going to try and have
sex with me later gave me the impression that he must be at least open
minded. I steered the conversation towards kinky things. He asked me
about being gay and I told him about how great it is and liberating and
how we have the best kinds of sex because we can get kinky and I like
that."Oh like Bondage?" he asked, trying to look knowledgeable.
"Oh so your familiar?" I said with one eyebrow raised, " Does your girlfriend tie you up at night?" A wry smile cut my lips.
"Hahaha. No, I don't have a girlfriend." Interesting, I thought to myself. "Yeah, I've never really done it but I have seen some stuff. There is all kinds of crazy stuff on the internet."
"True story" I laugh, "You don't even know the half of it."
"Oh really?" He asked, genuinely curious, "Like what?"
"Well, like there is a huge subculture in the gay world around sports gear. I bet you in your soccer outfit would drive em wild. They'd be stuffing dollar bills down your jockstrap at the club."
"nahhhhh." he laughs, "Really? Dudes find that hot? Its just what I wear every day, I mean Ill give you the jock strap does look good. Especially if you have a good body like mine." He throws up his right arm to do a flex pose.
"So modest!" I snorted playfully punching his arm.
He jokingly swatted me away, "Shut it! hahaha. no but really. Is that what you are into? Does my soccer outfit turn you on." He asks, with a tone of seduction in his voice.
"I'm not gonna lie, hahaaha, I bet you look slamming in a jockstrap.
But no I have another kink." I kinda just blurted this out, which
immediately regretted. I looked out the window of the van and wished
that we were closer to home so I wouldn't have to elaborate."Go on" he said
Damn why did I open my big fat mouth.
"Tell me." He pressed on.
Shit it was now or never
"I dunno…" I hesitate.
"I promise I won't freak." I can almost see the curiosity dripping from his lips.
Fuck am I gonna or am I not gonna. For a split second I almost make something up.
Then I blurted it out.
"I like to wear diapers and put other guys in diapers."
He was silent for a second. It felt like an eternity.
Then he bust out laughing. "HAHAAHA, really dude?! thats some kinky shit." but I had piqued his interest. He asked me a whole line of questions. Where do you get them? They're not kid diapers? Adult Diapers? How often do I wear. Does anyone else know?
"Do you have any right now?" he asked as we pulled around the corner into the main part of town. This perked my ears up.
"I do back at my house. you wanna see one?" I asked devilishly.
"Yes." and with that my heart exploded in my chest. Here I was with a smoking hot, dirty little soccer player who wants to see my diaper stash. and isn't appalled that I wear diapers but rather intrigued. We went back to my apartment. I brought Calvin upstairs to my room and uncovered a big plastic crate of M4s. He looked at it for a long time and said "Damn, that a lot of diapers." He wasn't wrong. Then he said something that I will never forget.
"So are you gonna put me in one or what?"
With that, my face fell off. I swear I literally had to pick it up off of the floor. Did I hear him right? Put him in one? Just a couple of hours ago I would have killed to see him in a jockstrap, never did I think I would get this boy into a diaper.
My look of shock turned into a look of kinky anticipation "Lay down." I commanded.He started to fumble with his belt. I stopped him. "Let big bro do that."
I laid him down on the bed, my hands trembling. I pulled off his belt, and slowly slid down his jeans. He had killer legs. Strong legs. The kind you get from running and jumping. he was wearing a pair of BVD white briefs. The were well worn in, I could tell they were an old pair. A little stained with urine and precum, his cock nestled softly inside, twitching at the movement of my hands. I pulled his shirt up a little to grab the waistband of his underwear and slid my hands across his solid washboard abs.
"You must work out a lot!" I said.
'Everyday." He responded, " I told you I have a good body." He stuck his tongue out again.
"Oh, cocky boy huh," I teased, "We'll see how confidant you are with a big diaper between your strong legs, you brat." That seemed to hush him up, and I continued with my process.
I stood over this boy, laying on my bed with his jeans around his ankles and his shirt pulled up high leaving his ever expanding cock waiting to be freed from those whitey tighties and put into a thick diaper. I pulled out an M4 and set it it beside him, Then I pulled out my baby powder.
"Baby Powder!" He started to protest.
"Hush!" I barked, "We don't want you to get chaffed do we?" I dragged my hands up his strong firm legs, over the top of his now hard penis. He let out an audible moan. Someone likes being the sub, I thought to myself. I pulled down his big boy underwear letting his cock spring out like a jack-in-the-box.
"Does this excite you? Being put back into diapers by an older wiser senior? Being put back where you belong." I was trying to sound cool and tough, but the truth is my voice was shaking and I couldn't believe what was happening. I tried not to let it show though.
"You diaper a lot of guys?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Actually, you're the first. So its new to both of us! Lift up." He lifted his tight butt and I slide the M4 right underneath him. It looked huge compared to his relative body size, but was a perfect fit over that rockhard stomach and beefy legs. I carefully powdered him and tapped him in. The sight of this was too much to bear. I helped him up and let him walk around the room a little.
Crinkle Crinkle
I watched him waddle around the room, looking at his new underwear. He kept looking at the front then looking at the back. He ran his hands across the front of his diaper, now barely concealing his erection. He grabbed his jeans and shimmied them up his legs. Halfway up he lost his balance and fell over on all fours. He looked up at me from the floor, his diapered butt puffed out in perfect form. His face began to fill with blush. He let his head drop in a kind of play shame, and then stood back up, cheeks as red as fire trucks.
He had trouble getting his tight jeans up and over the massive M4 but he was finally able to do it. He stood there looking at me with this helpless face, his pants unzipped and exposing a very thick diaper. The contrast between this very babyish attire and his athletic build was cute and it made him look all the more hilarious.
Crinkle Crinkle
"Im gonna bust out of these jeans! Do you think anyone will notice?"
"No," I lied. It was definitely noticeable.
As he zipped up his pants the M4 stuck out over the top of his waistband defiantly. It was very clear that he wasn't just wearing a diaper but it was a very big diaper. He pulled his sweatshirt down over his waistband in an effort to conceal his new evening wear, but the bulge around his crotch was a tell tale give away. His butt, which was already bubbly, now stuck out even farther and was ever further accentuated by his waddle. This was going to be fun.
I grabbed my things and began making for the exit.
"Aren't you gonna wear one?" He asked with fear in his voice.
For a second, I thought about sending him off into the world padded alone. Watching him uncomfortably waddle through the party on his way to the keg with the knowledge that he was wearing a very thick diaper alone in a room of college boys. I wanted him to feel that embarrassment and slight shame. But I decided to have a heart and padded myself up as well. Much to his relief.
As we began walking down Main street on the way to the boozed fueled party, I trailed Calvin by a few steps. Watching his over exaggerated bowlegged walk. seeing him struggle with the new found wealth of fluff stuffed into his 501 jeans. "Its hard to walk!" he complained,
"You'll get used to it." I laughed. So we continued, him waddling
down the street, self consciously tugging at his sweatshirt to conceal
top of his new underwear that was peeking out from the waistband of his
jeans. As we approach the party he turned to me. I could see the outline
of his trim body suddenly swallowed by his puffy pants. "You think
anyone will notice?"Nah," I said, hoping he wouldn't chicken out, "I wear all the time and no one can tell."
This seemed to appease him and soon we were up the steps and into the party. The party was kind of a blur. Lots of faces, lots of conversation. At one point I lost my little diaper boy in the crowd. After having a few drinks, and throughly soaking my own diaper. I see lil Calvin sat around a table in the living room play a card game. I pulled up a chair and join in. By this time, everyone has had a few drinks, is a little looser and just having a good old time. Calvin has a slight glaze over his blue eyes indicating that he too was having a good time. The self conscious athlete is no where to be seen. He had completely forgotten about the diaper, it seemed. As I watch him play, he hunches over his knees, throwing down cards and reaching for booze. Unbeknownst to him, every time he reaches forward his sweatshirt is pulled up a little. He was wearing a tight fitted flannel shirt that was now ridden up a quarter way up his back. The shirt left a space of white smooth flesh that would normally connect to the waistband of his pants on any other night, but tonight, that space is interrupted by a crinkly thick diaper exploding out his backside.
From behind anyone could see quite clearly the exposed M4 jutting out of his tight jeans. Even a quick glance by a drunken coed would confirm that this boy was wearing a diaper. I loved watching him expose his dirty little secret to the whole party, and I was kind of surprised that A) no one confronted him and B) that he genuinely didn't seem to care. He was too busy laughing and drinking to bother with keeping his diaper underwraps. Every once and a while our eyes would catch and I would flash a wry smile that said "I know what you are wearing under there little boy", and I would look at his bulging crotch and watch a fresh wave of blush run across his face as he was forced to remember that he was nothing more than a diaper boy at the big boy party.
After a while he turns to me and whispers in my ear. "How am I supposed to use the bathroom with this thing. I have to piss like a mother fucker!"
I looked at him and laughed at such an obvious question.
"You mean, you use them too?!" he asked.
I nodded.
"Oh man I don't think I can do that." He said looking worried that he had gotten in over his head. "I'll just hold it."
I cracked a sinister smile and responded "Let me know how that goes for you."
Finally with the night wrapping up, I tell him I am headed home. We walk back to my place, me very soaked, from all the beer drinking and him still waddling but looking dry. I can tell because he is doing the desperation dance. I watched him all the way home crinkling back and forth, waddling like a little toddler but refusing to use his diapers. Trying to cling on to that little bit of dignity he had left.
As we climb the stairs to my apartment he makes a hard turn to go to the bathroom. I stopped him.
"There is nothing you need in there."
"But I need to piss."
"Lets get that diaper off first, buckaroo"
In my room I take my pants off. I see him stare at my soaked M4. "Jesus…" he mutters "You really did it."
"Its not that bad," I respond. "It actually feels kinda good. You don't have to worry about leaking the diaper will catch it all. It feels warm."
"But isn't that gross," he worried. It was hard to hear what he was saying casue of all the squirming he was doing. He was really determined to hold it, and after 6 or 7 beers that was quite a feat indeed.
I walked over to him and pulled down his pants. "What have we here?" I joke, "Is that a diaper? ARE YOU WEARING A DIAPER?!" More blush runs to his cheeks turning them an embarassing shade of crimson. "A diaper boy. Doesn't look like a college soccer player to me? Maybe we should have you play your next game in this?"
He stood in silence taking my abuse. His member awake and fully
paying attention to the conversation, looked like he heard something he
liked. His outlined member raised the smooth front of his diaper like
braille adding a mountainous texture to an otherwise uniform surface.
"Still a little excited eh? Wearing diapers does make you hard?""Knock it off dude, Im not a little boy", he fights
"That's not how it looks to me" I grab the front of his diaper and squeeze. It looks to me like someone likes being in a diaper.
He lets out a moan, an throws his head back. "I just like being told what to do." he said
"Well in that case, piss yourself." I said calmly
"What?!"
"You heard me." This time I said it slower. "Piss yourself. I want you to use that diaper. They aren't cheap."
"ummmmmm.. uhhhh I dunno…"
I squeeze his diaper again. and moved my hands up to his tummy. I press softly on his engorged bladder. "Just relax dude, it will feel good I promise"
And with that I felt him relax. A shudder trembled through his limbs as his muscles released their tension. With my hand still on his crotch, I felt the heat escape his cock, and spread across the front of his rapidly warming diaper. White territory slowly invaded by a yellow intruder. His hands found their way to his face in a desperate attempt to hide from the humiliation of pissing his pants for a stranger. I began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release as he let more and more urine into his diaper. The relaxation turns into moans and grunts. The now swollen diapers pressing forcefully against his now rock hard dick.
His diaper, throughly soaked, I tossed him to the bed. I do my best to rub his diaper into his pulsating member while touching his rock hard body knowing that I probably would never get a chance to do this again. "Good boy, you filled up your diaper, look how soaked it is. Lets get you outta this thing."
And with that I tore away the used garment and mine as well. We tumbled around the bed the smell of sweat and urine and male testosterone permeated the air. He spent the night wildly fucking me, our wet diapers casual observers in the corner. In the morning we had a cup of coffee and joked about the previous night.
"I can't believe that happened." He said, ringing with disbelief.
"Me neither" I grinned back. Still sore from the nights activities, but keyed up with the cache of pornographic images now locked in my minds vault.
And that was that. I graduated the next day, and we said our goodbyes. However, that was not the last time we played together. But that is a story for another day ;)
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