Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 11:07:01 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lighthouse, Chap. 2

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.


				 Chapter 2


      "I'm guessing these are Sam's," Paul said over his shoulder.
      I couldn't tell at first what he was talking about. We'd been looking
at some porno books as we relaxed after our first attempts at sex
together. Then something in one of them had inspired him to show me
something and I'd followed him to one of the closets. The closet door was
about mid-way down the wall and the closet appeared to be the length of the
wall. To one side of the door I could see men's clothing on hangers, and to
the other side it appeared to be a large storage area. It looked to me like
my friend Paul had snooped into every nook and cranny of every drawer and
closet. It wasn't until Paul backed out with a handful of towels and things
that I saw what he'd meant.
      What I'd thought at first glance had been towels were actually large,
cloth, adult size diapers and dangling from one of Paul's hands were some
large plastic pants, just like what a baby would wear but more than large
enough for either - or maybe both of us - if I was reading Paul's mind
correctly. And since all the clothing I could see was male, I had to go
along with his assumption that the diapers belonged to Sam Dartman.
      As Paul laid the things on the bed, I noticed something that made me
wonder again about all the lingerie. One of the plastic pants was
relatively plain with snaps on the sides that you could put on much like a
diaper. The other pair was the pull-up kind and had pink ruffles across the
back. It would appear that gruff old Sam had a much softer, sissy side if
these were his and it would also account for the quantity of lingerie if
Sam was into wearing it too.
      "You think this stuff is Sam's?" I asked.
      "Pretty damn sure," Paul told me. "Look in the bottom drawer of that
other dresser."
      Assuming he meant the one we hadn't found the lingerie in, I opened
it. This bedroom annex had been built with matching closets at each end of
the room. The bed was in the middle of the longest wall, across from the
door, and there were matching dressers to either side of the door. It
appeared that the dresser and closet on one end was Sam's and the dresser
and closet on the other end belonged to Doreen. Looking in the bottom of
Sam's dresser, I didn't see anything unusual about the things there - at
least at first glance. But a closer look revealed that what I was looking
at weren't ordinary jeans and overalls. The legs had all been shortened and
a row of snaps had been added, just like in baby clothing, to make it
easier to change the baby's diaper. Lifting the upper things off, further
down in each stack were items that were much, much more feminine. Instead
of overalls for instance, there were a couple of pair of jumpers with
embroidery on the bibs. If Sam had been wearing one of these over his
diapers, it would appear to anyone passing by in a boat that he was wearing
short overalls. But up close, it was more fitting for something his wife
should wear - and maybe she did.
      "How do you know it's not his wife's stuff," I asked.
      "Look at the denim blouse," he told me.
      The shirt he was indicating was on the far end of the bottom drawer
and looked much like one my dad wore around the house when he was fixing
something or mowing the lawn. But when I took it out of the drawer and
unfolded it, hoping I could fold it back the same way, I saw that it too
had been embroidered with a bouquet of flowers over one pocket and the
words, "Sweet Sami," over the other. That was why he'd called it a blouse
instead of a shirt and pretty much confirmed Paul's conclusion, but I
decided to check one more thing.
      Quickly looking in the other two drawers, I found that the middle one
held socks and t-shirts and the top one was full of stuff like spare
flashlight batteries, disposable razors, and other junk - what my mom
called a "what-not" drawer. There wasn't any male underwear in any of the
drawers of Sam's dresser which is what I was looking to find out. It looked
like Sam or `Sami' wore diapers or panties, never boxers or jockey shorts.
      I turned back to Paul and asked, "So you want to try wearing a
diaper? You want me to put it on you?"
      He shrugged. "I can do it myself unless you know how. But I haven't
found any diaper pins. And I was hoping . . ." He looked at me with big
eyes and a sexy smile, "that you might want to try it too."
      That was further proof to me that Paul had been thinking about this
for some time and planning to somehow bring it up. I was sure now that his
sudden incident of sexual exhibitionism on the previous day had been
neither sudden nor spontaneous. I suspected he'd been looking at those
books for some time before he found a way to involve me. But I didn't
question him about it. Instead, we began a systematic search of every nook
and cranny, every drawer and cupboard, and finally found the diaper pins
right under our noses. There was a jewelry box on top of Doreen Dartman's
dresser, the kind that looks like a miniature cabinet and when we opened
it, we fount that one of the little compartments was full of pretty pink
and yellow diaper pins, the kind a little girl would use. Considering the
way Doreen had been dressed and the remoteness of this place, the jewelry
box should have stood out to us.
      "Would you like pink or yellow?" I teased.
      He giggled and then I did too. Suddenly I realized what different
people we were out here on this small remote island with no one to please
or impress but ourselves. I'm sure I'd heard him giggle many times over the
three years we'd known each other, but hearing him giggle like a little
girl, while we were dressed as girls, got me giggling too.
      "You pick," he told me.
      We'd always been competitive. If we were going to be diapered
sissies, I was going to be a bigger diapered sissy than him. So I picked
the pink diaper pins and then the plastic pants with the pink ruffles and
lay down on the bed to take off the garter belt and hose and then try to
assemble it all. Paul seemed a little miffed that I'd taken the ruffled
plastic panties and I had to believe he'd had his eye on them for some
time. I should have realized as familiar as he seemed to be with all the
things he'd found, that he wouldn't let me get ahead of him for long. He
went back to Doreen's dresser and pulled out a little baby doll nightie
that had matching bloomer panties. I followed his lead and rummaged around
until I found a short pink nightie. By then we'd made such a mess of her
dresser that there was no way we could get it back like it was.
      "We better be ready to jump on the boat when the Dartmans get back,"
I told Paul. "One look at her dresser and she'll know we were into all her
things."
      "Yeah," Paul agreed. "Did you notice that key that was in with the
diaper pins? I'll bet that's an extra key for the cabinet upstairs." He was
struggling to get into the diapers and talking to me at the same
time. "When I'm done here, I'm gonna try it in the lock so I can put the
hasp back on."
      "You ought to worry about getting that diaper on. You're the one with
all the experience. What's the problem?" But even as I asked, I saw what
the problem was. He was trying to put on two or three diapers at once. "Why
so many?" I asked.
      He gave me that, "Duh," response then told me, "The thicker it is,
the more you can wet it."
      That sure explained the `duh' part. He'd told me what he'd liked
about being put in diapers by his sister had been how they felt when he wet
them. It was silly of me not to realize that was his biggest reason for
wanting to wear them again. He must have been thinking of this for a while
too and I wondered . . . . "Which did you find first? The diapers? Or the
magazines with the pictures of people in diapers?"
      "Diapers," he told me. "Last week." Then he went on to explain that
on his day to clean - we'd split the chores to inside and outside and I'd
had the outside chores that day and he was responsible for cleaning inside
and turning the beacon off and on - and he'd decided that if he could clean
out a drawer, with what little we'd brought with us, we could get both our
things in one drawer. He'd decided Sam's dresser was the best chance and
had discovered the things in the bottom drawer with the snaps and "Sammi"
embroidered on them and that had made him curious. So he'd looked in the
closet to see if there was enough shelf space to put the things from the
dresser and that's when he'd found the big stack of diapers and plastic
pants.
      If it hadn't been for the ruffled plastic pants, he might have
stopped there, assuming Sam had some medical problem that required him to
wear them. But those ruffled plastic panties got him to thinking that maybe
the Dartmans had a kinky side. So over the next few days, whenever he had
the inside chores, he would investigate a little more. Finding all the
lingerie, which was so out-of-place and un-necessary at a remote
lighthouse, made him all the more sure the Dartmans were kinky and that had
led to him to taking the hasp off the cabinet upstairs a couple of days
back, confirming all his suspicions.
      "So you think the Dartmans are into all those things in the
magazines?" I asked.
      "Don't you? Shit . . . think about it Nick. Why would they have the
magazines in the first place if it wasn't something they enjoyed? And why
have stuff like this if they weren't going to use it and enjoy it?"
      He'd gotten the diaper on and the bloomer panties on over it and had
been standing beside the bed when he'd explained how he'd discovered it
all. When he got to the part about `stuff like this' he'd twirled around in
his nightie to accentuate his point and he'd looked so cute doing it that
I'd had to smile. From a purely logical standpoint, he was right on the
money. This was the kind of place where you only brought out things you
needed or intended to use.
      When Geoff had been teasing us about our lack of cooking skills, he'd
mentioned that Doreen was a fantastic cook and before meeting Sam had been
a chef somewhere and that if we were real lucky, she'd bake us something
while she and Sam were home and bring it back with them. That meant that
Sam and Doreen had a residence on shore somewhere and that made it even
more certain that anything they brought out to the island was something
they intended to use. "I wonder," I began speculating out loud, "if the
real reason they have this job out here is so they have the privacy to do
things like this?" I was about to expand on that when I saw the funny look
on Paul's face. "What?" I asked him.
      He just kept grinning like a kid caught in the cookie jar and after a
moment told me, "I had to pee. I'd almost forgotten how good that felt."
      Like I mentioned, we were competitive and if he could wet his diaper,
then I could too. I needed to pee as bad as he had and had been holding it
back, not sure how or when or what to do about using the diaper. While Paul
could remember back to his last diaper days, mine were all beyond
memory. However, if all it took was standing there like he'd done and
cutting loose, I could do that too.
      For the first couple of seconds, it felt strange. But as the hot pee
began to soak into the diaper and the wet warmth spread throughout my
crotch, it was like someone was taking a warm washcloth and applying it to
my cock and balls. It was awesome! I think I was hooked on wearing diapers
well before my bladder ran dry. I'm sure the smile on my face was as big,
or bigger, than the one on Paul's.
      "Like it?" he asked, certain of what I'd done.
      "Yeah. Yeah I do. It's . . . I've never done anything like that but
. . . It's awesome."
      "Wait until you start walking around in it while it's wet. That's
even better."
      He was right. By dark my diaper was leaking and I didn't want to take
it off. Paul still had a long way to go before he had a problem because
he'd used three at once. So I asked, "Were there any more diapers in the
closet? Mine is beginning to leak."
      "I think so. Let's go in and look."
      We got lucky. There were another eight diapers in the closet as well
as two more pair of the plastic pants and both were the kind like I was
wearing with the ruffles. I was surprised Paul hadn't noticed that but he
explained that as soon as he'd found them, he was more concerned with what
else he might find than he was with how many there were. "And besides," he
admitted. "I really wanted to see you in lingerie more than in diapers."
      "Pervert!"
      He giggled again. "I'm a pervert? Who is it that's already getting
their diaper changed so he can keep wetting it? Miss Nicki is the pervert -
not me."
      "Take a look in the mirror pervert. You don't have any room to
talk. Miss Paula is as big a sissy as I am."
      He looked in the mirror over the dresser and acted like he was
shocked. "Oh my god! You might be right!" Then we were both giggling and I
went to the bed to find out for myself if putting on three diapers at once
was harder than just one.
      "Wait a second," he told me. "Let me help."
      Thinking he might have found some sort of trick to make it easier, I
let him. I should have known he had an ulterior motive.
      "You're always supposed to wipe Baby Nicki before you put a clean
diaper on her," he told me like he was the expert on all this.
      I expected him to get a washcloth or something. Again, I should have
known better. He pulled the plastic pants off and then surprised the shit
out of me when he buried his face in the wet material of the diaper. Then
he unpinned it and with my cock exposed, took it in his mouth, sucking it
down like it was a big thick piece of spaghetti. Then, after licking it up
and down a few times, he began to lick my nuts and around under them, using
his tongue to do what I'd have thought he'd meant to do with a wash
cloth. I liked his way a lot better and wondered when he'd be wet enough
for me to do the same thing. Soon I hoped. I was really getting into this
wet diaper and dressing like a sissy thing and didn't know why. But for the
moment, I was going to enjoy it all I could and worry about the `why' part
later.
      I suppose you could say that I took to diapers like a fish takes to
water. Paul, or `Miss Paula' as I liked to call him when we were teasing
each other, was the one that had been anxious to try diapers again but
after a couple of days, he burned out on it. I was still in diapers the
following Wednesday and nearly got caught wearing them. Not that it
mattered. We were caught anyway.
      We'd determined rather quickly that wearing three diapers at once
wasn't practical for a couple of reasons, especially if we both wore them
continuously. There were a total of twelve diapers and if between us we
wore them six at a time, we couldn't get the ones we'd already used washed
and dry before we needed to change. However, if we wore them two at a time,
or four for the both of us, we'd have four on the line, four on our bodies,
and four to change into. We decided that if both Sam and Doreen wore
diapers, that's what they must do. There was an old washing machine, the
kind with a wringer on it, out in the open shed next to the generator, and
someone had put up a clothes line that ran from the shed to the pump
house. I suppose anyone passing by in a boat might have been able to tell
when we had diapers and plastic panties and lingerie on the clothes line;
assuming they were close enough. However we'd quickly discovered in the
first few days that while there was a lot of boat traffic of all sorts and
sizes, especially pleasure craft on weekends, no one ever came that
close. I had a feeling that the Dartmans discouraged visitors and
considering that they probably dressed much as `Paula' and I had been
doing, I thought I knew why.
      To be on the safe side, we'd decided that after I changed out of my
wet diaper on Wednesday morning - Paula had preferred to spend the last
couple of days in panties and bras and a nightie - that we'd get everything
washed and put away before Geoff showed up on Thursday. What we hadn't
considered was that Geoff might have a reason to show up Wednesday morning
and we were caught off guard when he did.
      I liked sleeping in a nightgown as much as Paula did and still had
one on when I went out to the shed. My intention was to take the wet diaper
off in the shed, rinse it out with water from the hose, and then drop it in
the washtub with things that I'd left there earlier. The clothes line
wasn't that long and was already full and until that stuff was dry, we
couldn't wash anything else. I was mentally debating about taking the
diaper off as it wasn't fully wet yet when I heard the sound of a boat horn
and glancing out, saw that Geoff's boat was less than a hundred yards from
the dock. He was arriving a day early and at a time when the currents were
tricky and I hoped that would keep him busy enough that he wouldn't see me
make a dash for the house. I ran in the door, screamed at Paul that Geoff
was here, and then dashed over to the bathroom to take off the nightie,
plastic panties, and diaper. I knew I didn't have time to take a shower and
hoped if he got close, Geoff couldn't tell I smelled like pee.
      Then racing into the bedroom, I realized that Paul had washed all our
shorts earlier and that we'd both have to dig out our jeans. I was in such
a rush to get clothes on that I didn't bother with underwear and Paul
didn't either. He just pulled on some jeans over the panties and threw the
bra, pads, and nightie on the bed. By then, Geoff was tooting the horn
again, trying to get us to come down and help him tie up.
      Bare foot and shirtless, Paul and I raced to the dock and helped
Geoff, and when he was tied up and had the boat shut down, he explained
that his mother-in-law was having some sort of an operation and he had to
go with his wife to the hospital on Thursday and he'd decided to come out a
day early instead of trying to do it like he was regularly scheduled.
      After we'd been talking for a while, Geoff asked, "I didn't interrupt
anything did I?"
      We both blushed and vigorously denied it, making it all the more
obvious that he had. It wasn't until we were walking up to the house, with
Paul in the lead and Geoff and I carrying the two boxes of supplies, that I
found out how he'd known for sure.
      Geoff held me back a moment to let Paul get ahead of us several steps
then whispered, "You might tell Paul to wear a t-shirt after y'all have
been playing around. When he wears a bra it leaves marks on his back and
chest."
      Paul had gotten to the door already and didn't hear the remark, but
when he paused and looked back he saw us staring at him and asked, "What?"
      I tried to keep from smiling and couldn't. "Go look in the mirror," I
told him. "And look at your back."
      He was holding the door open and glanced down at his chest, confused
by my remark. But as soon as we'd gotten through the door and were putting
the boxes on the table, he opened the door to the bedroom without thinking
about Geoff standing there and stepped to one side to look at himself in
the mirror behind Doreen's dresser. He was so intent on studying his image
in the mirror, that he didn't notice Geoff was studying the lingerie he'd
tossed on the bed. He began to blush when he realized we'd been talking
about the marks the bra had left and blushed more when he saw that we were
watching it all through the open doorway. He knew then, between the marks
from the bra and the stuff on the bed, that denial was pointless. He was as
meek as I'd ever seen him when he turned to face us and try to explain.
      Geoff saved him the trouble. "Your secret is safe with me guys, but I
have to warn you. Doreen is VERY proud of her lingerie and will hunt you
down and strangle you in your sleep is you mess any of it up.
      Since Geoff seemed to be cool about it all, and I hadn't been the one
that got caught, I asked Geoff, "Is all of it Doreen's?"
      He looked at me sort of suspiciously, trying to figure out what had
brought that question up and then saw the stack of books and magazines on
Sam's dresser. After a couple of days of taking the magazines upstairs in
the morning and bringing another handful down later that afternoon when the
sex games began, we'd decided to bring them all down and stack them on
Sam's dresser. Between the diapers and dressing and the books for
inspiration, sissies `Paula' and `Nicki' had sucked each other over a dozen
times each in the last five days and the taste of Paula's cum was still
lingering in my mouth from the after breakfast blowjob I'd given him before
we started our chores. Even the mouthful of piss he'd given me as a chaser
hadn't diluted the flavor very much. Then Geoff grinned at me, put his arm
around my shoulder, and instead of answering my question, nodded toward the
pile of books and asked, "You guys try all that stuff?"
      "Not all of it," I answered in what sounded to me like a husky
whisper.
      "Just the dressing up part? Or do you help each other out too?"
      "We . . . we help each other," I confessed and looked at Paul. When
Geoff looked at him too, Paul nodded to confirm my response.
      "Is that why y'all took this job? So you could be together out here
with no one around?"
      This time we both vigorously shook our heads and denied that had
anything to do with our taking the job. "We decided to try it after we saw
the books," Paul added.
      Geoff looked back and forth between us. He knew we were either lying
or holding something back. "Doreen told me she locked up those books before
she left."
      I could tell Paul was trying to come up with a reasonable sounding
excuse for having taken the hasp off the cabinet but before he could put
one together, I had a question of my own. Turning to Geoff, I asked, "How
come you know that's Doreen's lingerie and all about the books?"
      Now it was Geoff's turn to color a little. He gave me a little shrug,
then answered, "How do you suppose those books got out here?"
      That confirmed part of my suspicion and led to the next one. I
wondered if Geoff did more than deliver supplies and porno books. It didn't
seem possible that he'd have been taken into their confidence and made
aware of their interests without their being sure he had similar interests
of his own. "How did you find out the Dartmans like to do things like
that?"
      He gave me another of those little shrugs. "Friend of a friend," he
told me. "Or really it was a friend of a friend of a friend of my
wife's. Doesn't really matter. What's important is that you guys are having
fun out here. This place can get awfully boring if you don't have two
people that like to play around." Then he walked away leaving Paul and I to
stare at each other. Back when Geoff had first brought us out, he'd made a
remark about us having fun together - or learning to. We hadn't taken that
to mean anything sexual, but it seemed he had and had known more about us
than we knew ourselves.
      When Geoff went in the bathroom and shut the door behind him, I asked
Paul, "He seems to be okay with us doing what we've been doing. Does that
bother you?"
      "I guess it's cool. I mean, he already knows about the Dartmans and
he sure didn't seem to be upset at all to find out we've been doing the
same thing."
      "I'm not talking about just the dressing up stuff. Do you think he
and Sam . . . I mean if Sam is bi, then he'd need another guy and the only
one he'd ever see out here is Geoff right?"
      "So you think Geoff is bi too?"
      "Doesn't that make sense? If he's the guy that's been bringing those
books out here - and he sort of indicated he was - then maybe they're
really his books?"
      Paul nodded, following my line of reasoning and was about to say
something when he saw over my shoulder that Geoff was coming out of the
bathroom.
      "This must be what you were wearing when I saw you run to the house,"
Geoff said, holding up the nightie in one hand and the diaper and plastic
pants, still together from when I'd gotten out of them quickly, in the
other.
      He was looking right at me and I was the only one that had run to the
house. I thought I'd waited until the shed had been between the boat and
the house but hadn't taken the time to look over my shoulder to be
sure. Besides, as familiar as he seemed to be with Doreen's lingerie, I was
pretty sure he would have recognized the short, lavender baby-doll I'd been
wearing. With denial impossible, I gave him a shrug, a smile, and said,
"That would be me."
      Geoff was grinning ear to ear as he crossed the room and handed the
things to me, then said, "Put it back on. You don't have to worry about
me." Then he turned to Paul and said, "You too. Get dressed like you were
before I got here. If this is something you enjoy, then don't let me stop
you."
      I stood there like a statue, looking from Geoff to Paul and back
several times. It wasn't so much that I didn't want to put the diaper back
on, and it was a long way from being as wet as I could get it. But for some
reason, since I hadn't worn underwear, I was bashful about undressing in
front of Geoff. Paul, who'd left his panties on, didn't have that problem
and yet he was hesitating too. "I . . . don't know if I can wiggle back
into it," I told Geoff, the only excuse I could think of for my
shilly-shally delay.
      "Just take a pin loose on one side," Geoff told me. "And then pin it
back when it's in place. "I've done that dozens of times."
      Just that quick Geoff had negated my only excuse AND more important,
let me know he'd worn diapers too. So I handed the nightie back to him. I
stepped out of my jeans and was almost showing off my semi-stiff cock as I
worked the diaper and plastic panties up my legs to my hips, undid one side
as he'd instructed, then made a show of having to stuff my prick in place
to get the diaper up to my waist. When I had everything secure, I took the
nightie from him, slipped it over my head, and smiled at him. "Happy now?"
      "What's important," he said, almost serious, "Is that you're happy
now. If this is something you like to do, then you should do it. That's
always the bottom line."
      When we glanced at Paul, who'd been standing watching, he quickly got
out of his jeans, assembled the bra and pads in place, and then put on the
night gown he'd been wearing earlier.
      "That's better," Geoff told us. "Don't ever worry about me. There's
nothing you guys could do or try that I haven't done before too. In fact, I
might just make a habit of coming out earlier and staying later if I know
you two are gonna be dressed up pretty."
      "How late can you stay today?" I blurted out without thinking, and
when both Geoff and Paul began laughing, I realized the motivation for my
question had to be obvious.
      He put his arm around my shoulder again and asked, "How late would
you like me to stay?" I was speechless so he went on. "When I visit Sam and
Doreen, I usually spend all day."
      "That would be nice," I stammered. "We could fix lunch for you."
      "Lunch would be nice," he said, grinning mischieviously at me
again. "But I was hoping you might have something else I could eat."
      That made it plain as day that Geoff wanted to play with us, and
while I was all for it, I wondered how Paul felt about it. I mean, it was
one thing for us to play together, trying new things that we might or might
not ever do again. Involving a third person, like in a lot of those books
on the dresser, put us into a whole different category and Paul and I both
realized that. Any doubts I might have had about Paul disappeared when Paul
moved to Geoff's side, put his arm around Geoff's shoulder like Geoff had
his arm around mine, and told him, "I thought that employment office told
us you were supposed to bring us something to eat?"
      "Actually, I did," he said, sliding away from us to open the large
boxes on the table. "Some of this stuff needs to be put in the
refrigerator," he said, pulling out a carton of eggs and two half-gallons
of milk. "And some of this stuff is a surprise for you."
      That made me glance at Paul and when I looked back, Geoff was pulling
two sacks out of the bigger box. The smaller, squatter, green one was a bag
of disposable adult diapers and the larger flat one held giant size pads to
put in the diapers so they'd hold more. Geoff began explaining how they
worked before either Paul or I could say anything or ask what had inspired
him to bring that with him. If that wasn't a big enough surprise, next he
pulled out two medium size department store bags, the kind with the cute
little rope-like handles, and after glancing in one, handed one to each of
us.
      "I had to guess on the sizes," he told us. "I got the same colors you
were wearing Sunday and my wife picked out everything. You're both a little
bigger than Doreen, the same size as I am, so the bras won't fit so tight."
      With that said, I knew what the bags must contain without looking and
if he'd somehow seen us dressed in nighties Sunday, then that would explain
how he knew we were wearing Doreen's lingerie. But I wondered how he'd
guessed about the diapers and asked.
      He told me, "I had a charter Sunday morning and on the way out to the
reefs I noticed the things hanging on the clothes line. I was sure it was
diapers and some of Doreen's lingerie. On the way back in, I got up top and
used my binoculars and confirmed that it was. Then I noticed the two of you
were still together in nighties, up in the beacon room, watching the
nudists through Sam's telescope."
      Then he turned to me and grinning said, "Until you suddenly
disappeared," and then looking at Paul said, "And you suddenly couldn't
concentrate on the telescope."
      Paul and I both blushed and grinned. I remembered exactly when that
had been. We'd had sex together off and on all day Saturday, and again
Sunday morning. Then right after lunch we decided to put the books back
upstairs and while we were there, decided to take a quick look at the
nudist camp. Paul had gotten hard and had begun rubbing himself through the
wet diaper he was wearing. In the previous twenty-four hours, I'd turned
into a real cum slut and the thought that he might waste a load in that
diaper upset me. So while he'd continued to watch the camp on the point,
I'd knelt in front of him, pulled the front of his diaper down, and sucked
him off again. It would seem like Geoff had sufficient experience in those
things to have no problem figuring out what was going on. I wondered if
Geoff had still been watching when Paul had thrown his head back and dumped
his load in my mouth. Smiling proudly, I told Geoff, "Oh yeah. I remember
that."
      "Was that lunch or a between meal snack?"
      "More like a between meal snack," I told him. "We both had a BIG
breakfast."
      "Yeah, I noticed when Paul was getting dressed." That got us all
laughing.
      "I'm surprised after Saturday and Saturday night," Paul chimed
in. "That there was anything left to eat."
      "So this is all new to you?" Geoff asked us.
      "Mostly," I told him, then explained that I'd had some experience
dressing up one time and that Paul had once been put in diapers and had
enjoyed it and had fooled around sexually with a buddy in his early teens
but that for me, most of what we'd done had been a first time.
      "Let me see if I got this right. He's had experience wearing
diapers," Geoff said to me, indicating Paul. "But you're the one that seems
to like them the most?"
      I nodded and agreed. I'd thought that was funny too, but he was
right. Paul and I had worn diapers all day Saturday, and Sunday, and had
slept in them both nights, but Monday Paul was more anxious to try wearing
just the lingerie and I'd fallen in love with the way it felt when I wet my
diapers. Paul had gotten one of Doreen's housedresses to wear and had
decided he should be the baby girl's mommy. We'd played at that most of the
day and the following day, yesterday, since it was my turn to clean inside,
we swapped roles. It was fun dressing as a girl and something I knew I'd
want to do again, but for the time being I wanted to experiment with the
diapers a lot more. I thought there was a good chance I could get away with
cross-dressing back at school and we'd already begun talking about getting
an apartment together off campus for our senior year. However the diapers,
with the workload keeping them clean entailed, would be harder to hide. As
a result, I wanted to take as much opportunity to wear them now as I
could. I explained all that to Geoff, then asked, "You must like them
too. Do you want to put one on?"
      Geoff smiled. "The one I'm wearing isn't leaking and I've got some
more like the ones I brought you on the boat just in case."
      "Let's see," Paul demanded, beating me to saying it by a fraction of
a second.
      "The one I'm wearing or the extras on my boat?" he teased. He knew
the answer and after a moment began to undo the khaki pants he was wearing
to show us he had on a thick disposable diaper and was wearing large, lacy
panties over it.
      "Are those special panties for wearing with diapers?" I asked,
curious about the combination.
      "No. They're just larger than the panties I usually wear so they fit
over the diaper. My wife's idea and . . . I kind of like it too."
      "Your wife is okay with you wearing this stuff?" I asked and Paul
added, "Does she know about the Dartmans too?"
      "If it wasn't for my wife, I'd have never tried any of this," he told
us. Then he told us all about how he'd had an accident a couple of years
back that had led to him trying diapers while he was confined to a bed and
how he and his wife Kathy had been into pee play before the accident and
had found the diapers a way to continue to enjoy it and how this other
couple had become part of their sex life and the other guy had once been
Sam's lover and how he'd let his cousin continue to run his fishing boat
and he'd bought this charter boat and gotten a contract to run supplies out
to the lighthouse and discovered the Sam out here was the same Sam his
friend had known.
      "Just a whole string of coincidences," he told me. "But that's what
life is. You think you know exactly where you're going and how it's going
to turn out, and then all of a sudden you have to deal with a whole new set
of circumstances that you'd have never imagined."
      "Do you have any kids?" I asked.
      The question didn't seem connected to anything we'd been talking
about, so it sort of confused Geoff. "One - a baby girl going on a year,"
he told me. "Why?"
      "You sound exactly like my dad. He told me the same thing in almost
those same words when I was telling him how disappointed we were about not
going further in the baseball playoffs and not getting even a mention in
the player draft."
      Geoff laughed. "You might be right. Maybe it is a `father' thing. I'm
just repeating what my dad told me when I got banged up and wasn't sure
what was going to happen and then Kathy got pregnant on top of everything."
      Paul chuckled and then said, "Your wife has two babies to change."
      "She changes me, I change her, and we both change the baby. Some
adults that wear diapers like to be big babies, but Kathy and I just like
to piss in them and then play around."
      "Me too!" I told him, excited that someone else felt that way. "And
that's what got Paul started."
      "Let me know when you need a change," Geoff told me. "I'll show you
how Kathy and I do it."
      "I'll bet it's the same way we already do it," Paul told him.
      Geoff nodded at him. "I'll bet you're right," he answered. "Unless
. . . do either of you mess in your diapers too?"
      We both shook our heads. We'd talked about it but had been afraid to
try it, not knowing if it would stain the diapers and we wouldn't be able
to get them clean. "No," I answered for both of us, then explained why.
      "Good thinking. Which reminds me, there are nighties for both of you
in those bags as well as the receipts. I'd suggest you get Doreen's things
cleaned and back in place and I'll get you more if you want me to. And if
there's anything you don't want, let me know and I'll keep it for
myself. We're all about the same size and I can always put stuff like that
to good use. Y'all can pay me for it when you get ready to leave."
      I could see where this new hobby or habit was going to cut into some
of that money we thought we'd be saving by not having anything to spend it
on. I could also see that it was going to be a necessity to get our own
apartment. Paul was going through the things in the bag like a kid at
Christmas and I was sure he had every intention of continuing to dress as
`Paula' when we got back. I knew for sure I wanted to try being `Nicki' and
wearing diapers too and had already wondered if I could figure out a way to
wear a diaper to class. I thought peeing in a diaper during class would be
just about the coolest thing ever.
      "No problem," I told him. "I brought my checkbook just in case. I'll
write you a check for both of us and Paula can pay me back later."
      "Paula?" Geoff asked with a grin and raised eyebrow. "You two have
sissy names for each other?"
      "She's Paula and I'm Nicki."
      "Sweet," he told us. Then he stepped closer to me, took one of my
hands, and pushed it down the front of his diaper. I was sure he meant for
me to play with his cock, but just as I was about to get my fingers around
it, I felt him begin to pee. I waited quietly, smiling back at him until
he'd finished, then pulled my hand out and brought it to my mouth and
licked it.
      "Sweet," I told him, making him laugh. Then I asked, "Do you ever use
a girls name when you dress up?"
      "My wife and her friends like to call me Ginger." Then without any
prodding from us, Geoff - or `Ginger' - began to tell us in greater detail
all about how he and his wife had discovered they were both bisexual and
had gotten involved with another couple. He was about to explain how he'd
gotten started with the Dartmans but his dialog had gotten Paula and I as
aroused as those books ever had. He'd barely begun about the Dartmans when
I pulled Geoff's soggy diaper down to suck his cock. We all knew this was
where we were headed anyway, so he gave up on his story and demanded to
suck Paula's cock at the same time I was sucking his. After a few minutes
of that, we decided to move to the bed and kept changing around so that
everyone had a cock in their mouths, sucking and being sucked. By the time
we'd all cum and then tasted each other's pee, I was afraid Geoff would
have to leave before telling us about the Dartmans. I needn't have worried.
      "I've got lots of time," he told me. "Let me put a dry diaper on
you. I'll show you how to use these disposables. If you like the cloth ones
better, I'll get you some but they're expensive - about twenty-five apiece
for the ones you've been wearing. If you're just going to wet them, and are
going to wear them all the time, they're cheaper in the long run. I like
the way they feel too, but the disposables are a lot easier to deal with."
      Paula decided that if Geoff and I were both going to wear diapers, he
would too. However he also put on the new bra and bra pads and the nightie
Geoff's wife had picked out for him. Then he put on the matching panties
over the diaper, like Geoff was wearing or that he had done with the
bloomer panties that first night. He looked so cute that I decided to wear
a similar outfit - that competitive thing again. When we were all dressed
for another round of wetting, Geoff led us out to his boat to bring in the
water bottles before we forgot and then began telling us about his friend
Barney and how that had led him to the Dartmans.
      To explain Sam Dartman, Geoff had to first tell us all about Barney
and how over several months, while discussing sex and diapers and pee play
and the other things Barney had learned to love while living with Sam,
Geoff had come to learn enough about Barney's former lover to where it was
as if he'd known him himself. Prior to his accident, Geoff had been looking
to buy another fishing boat, had the go ahead from the bank if he found
one, but hadn't been pushing it. He'd put that plan aside while he was
recuperating, as he would have to work one of the boats and wasn't
physically capable at the moment. Then, just about the time he was getting
back on his feet, the man at the bank called to tell Geoff that they were
foreclosing on a charter boat and asked if he had any interest. He wasn't
particularly looking to get into that kind of fishing, but . . . there
wasn't any real hard work involved - not like commercial fishing which the
doctor was telling him to hold off on for a while yet. He could run a
charter boat with the help of one hand and being off the water for months
had been killing him.
      Then Geoff's dad cinched the deal when he told Geoff he'd heard the
State was looking to contract with someone to run supplies to a couple of
lighthouses in the area and maintain a few buoy beacons. Geoff had put a
pencil to it, determined what it would take to do that, added enough to
cover the note on the second boat, and won the contract. With the note and
expenses covered, anything he made on charters was all profit. He bid on
the contract, put the head of the bank down as a business reference, and
told the bank he'd take the boat if he got contract. Understandably, the
bank gave him a glowing reference and Geoff was in the charter business.
      The previous contractor had been unreliable and when Geoff began
showing up every week, on time every time, he'd immediately won the respect
of Sam and Doreen. When he'd offered to supply them with an extra week of
water and groceries out of his own pocket, just in case, Geoff had become
their fair-haired boy and they'd become friends. However it wasn't until
the day that Sam was talking about a former job he'd had and mentioned that
Doreen had been a chef, that Geoff realized this Sam and his friend
Barney's Sam were one in the same.
      Sam had made his living doing small construction, remodeling and
maintanace work in the area and a few years back, when the former country
club on the point had finally had to sell out and had been sold to a group
that turned it into a nudist colony, Sam had been called in to do some
remodeling. That was when he'd met Doreen, who'd been working there as the
head chef and he'd been smitten by her at first sight. Maybe because Doreen
had given Sam a blowjob right there in the kitchen while the two were
working. Then they got to talking and Doreen had let Sam know her secrets,
like that she was a piss pants and there was no sense in his getting all
worked up over her if he couldn't live with that.
      Sam explained that a woman like her that was also a piss pants was
exactly what he wanted to live with and why. Doreen had already announced
she wasn't staying at the job for a couple of different reasons, not the
least of which was the nudist thing, and about the same time, the job had
come open out at the lighthouse. The couple that had been out there for
years were some sort of distant relatives of Sam's yet close enough -
probably because they couldn't leave until a new couple was found - to
recommend Sam and Doreen as their replacement and the two had been together
there ever since.
      "The State thinks they're married and in this State, passing yourself
off as husband and wife is enough to make it a common-law marriage. So I
guess they are. I know they're happy as two cats in a sandbox," he said,
finishing the narrative. "They're like a couple of rabbits, at each other
all the time, and don't want company around unless their company likes the
same sort of kinky things."
      "I noticed some of the clothes in Sam's dresser say, `Sami' on them,"
Paul said. "So I guess Sam likes to be a little girl sometimes?"
      "Yeah he does. When he was with Barney, he was more into keeping
Barney as a little bedwetting girl, but Doreen has got him liking it as
much as she does. So a lot of the time she keeps him in diapers and little
dresses and jumpers for days."
      "I didn't see any little dresses in his things," Paul told us.
      Geoff grinned and nodded before he answered. "Doesn't surprise me. I
think he only has two and they must have taken them with them for when he
got out of the hospital. Doreen has a house back down the coast a
ways. It's a small place but big enough for Sam to do his recovery there
without having to worry like he would if he was trying to get around here
on crutches. He really needed that operation. The only way he could get up
those stairs was one step at a time and even then it killed him."
      "Probably only went up there on weekends when the nudist bunch were
out," Paul opined.
      "You're probably right," Geoff said, chuckling. "That Sam is a dirty
old man for sure.
      He'd gotten away from telling us how he got started with the Dartmans
so I got him back on track. "You didn't tell us how you let the Dartmans
know you liked the same things they did or that you knew Sam's former
lover."
      "That was easy. Not as easy as letting you two know. I hadn't planned
on being able to catch you dressed, even when I found out I needed to come
out here a day early. That's why I had a diaper on. I was going to do the
same thing with y'all that I did with Sam.
      "I showed up one morning like usual, and after I'd been here a few
minutes, I told Sam that I needed to use the bathroom. When I came out, I
thanked him, told him I'd been wearing diapers ever since my back
operation, but that I hated to mess in them. Then I sort of made a joke out
of telling him that wet ones didn't bother me. Right away he asked if I
ever wet it just for the fun of it and I told him `all the time' and that
broke the ice. Next thing he's telling Doreen that I like diapers too and
telling me how Doreen has been a piss pants all her life and that the main
reason they'd taken this job had been so they could be together day and
night, dress or undress however they wanted, and wet themselves whenever
the urge hit them."
      "So when did you start having sex with them?" Paula asked.
      Again Geoff chuckled. "About ten minutes later, after Sam pissed in
his panties and Doreen asked me to help diaper him. They'd been sure I was
interested when I rubbed the front of Sam's wet pants and commented on his
needing to be diapered."
      "Yeah," I commented. "That would pretty much let them know."
      "Your wife doesn't mind?" Paula wanted to know.
      "When I'd told her I was sure the Sam out here was the same Sam that
Barney had told us about, her only remark was, `One way to find out,' and
encouraged me to do it."
      "It would be so cool to have a wife like that," I said and Paula
added, "No shit! I'm in no rush to get married, but if I found a woman like
that, I'd marry her this second."
      "You'd have to find an island like this to live on," I reminded
him. "Especially if you want to keep being Paula all the time."
      That gave him something to think about - like how much we'd changed
and how quickly. A month ago we were about as close to normal, heterosexual
male college athletes as you could find. Now I was spending most of my time
in diapers like a little sissy, and Paul was dressing as Paula day and
night. And while we still talked about girls occasionally, almost all our
sexual interest for the last week had been in each other. How long that
would last, I had no idea. But we both indicated we hoped it would last at
least until graduation next May and we'd play it by ear after that. We'd
mentioned trying to find jobs at the same company as a possibility, but the
only thing we'd decided for sure was that we needed to find an off campus
apartment as soon as we got back. However, like everything else in life,
that was subject to change.
      At the moment, we were acting like Geoff had described Sam Dartman
and Doreen - like rabbits after each other all the time. It had gotten to
where there was no rhyme or reason as to where or when one of us would
decide to suck the other's cock. But there was always a chance we might
burn out on all of it by the time we got back to school, change our minds,
and decide to stay in the dorm. As an example of what I was thinking, when
we'd come down here neither of us wanted to so much as think about
baseball. Yet just that morning, even though we were both dressed as
sissies, we'd been lamenting over not having brought our gloves and a few
balls so we could throw to each other.
      "How would you guys feel about me bringing Kathy out here with me
next week?" Geoff asked, snapping us out of our reverie.
      "Awesome!" I answered immediately. Paula was a little slower but
outdid me again - that competitive thing.
      "Do you have to wait until next week?" he asked. "Didn't you say she
worked in the mornings?"
      "True," Geoff answered. "And I was thinking about in the afternoon
and maybe staying until daybreak. But if you don't mind company on the
weekends - I guess every day is a weekend out here - then I'll ask her. She
might like the idea. Tell you what. I'll talk to her tomorrow while we're
getting her mom checked into the hospital. It's nothing major and she's
only supposed to be there overnight. If Kathy likes the idea and says okay,
I'll call you guys on the radio tomorrow evening at seven and tell you I
have a package for you. And if you tell me you like packages, I'll know to
pick up some more of those diapers so you can leave the Dartman's things
alone."
      I almost told him to go ahead and plan on bringing me more
diapers. I'd wet the one he'd put on me once and it had already swollen
considerably. Even better, it didn't rub on my thigh where I was starting
to get diaper rash. "I could give you a check now to cover what you've
already bought us?" I offered again.
      "Don't worry about it," he said. "I know the State only pays once a
month and you haven't been here long enough to get a check from them yet."
      That was a surprise. I'd assumed they were sending a check to my bank
every week. All the jobs I'd had before paid every week. "Okay. I'll let
you know about the diapers."
      "Go ahead and bring them," Paula said grinning. "I like `em."
      Geoff and I both looked at Paula. He had the hem of his nightie
lifted to show us how swollen the front of the diaper was - enough to pull
the waistband of the panties down in front an inch. I remembered then that
I'd asked Geoff to pee in my mouth after I'd blown him and he'd asked to
taste my pee too. But Paula hadn't gotten into that with us and as a
result, had a much fuller bladder when he'd tried the disposable
diapers. From the size of it, I'd have to guess that his was damn near
full.
      "You guys must be naturals at this stuff," Geoff teased. "Wish I
could stay longer, but if I'm going to clear my calendar for the weekend -
assuming I don't get a charter between now and then - I'd better try to get
a few more things done today."
      Then, almost as quickly as he'd shown up, he was gone. There'd been a
boat similar to Geoff's passing by when Paula and I had gone down to see
Geoff off, and I'm sure they could tell that we were wearing
nightgowns. For that matter, Geoff was standing at the helm on top in just
a t-shirt and diaper. But they'd waved and paid us no more attention. I was
beginning to like the attitude of people here at the coast.
      As soon as Geoff was gone, and we were back inside, Paula turned to
me, rubbing the front of his very wet diaper, and asked, "Feel like
changing this for me?"
      I couldn't help but smile and nod my head. I loved the way his cock
tasted when he'd been wearing a soggy diaper. As we headed to the bedroom,
I was already licking my lips in anticipation. Not long after, I was
licking my lips in appreciation.

      To be continued.


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