Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 22:21:38 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Brian's Bags". Chap. 1

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
based for the most part on the author's true experiences, as well as the
experiences of others he has met.


                              Brian's Bags
                          (Bisexual, Urination)
                           by Amber Fountaine



                               Chapter 1


	As Brian stood in the checkout line at Mega-Mart, he decided that there
just didn't seem to be a good time to do this. He pulled the package of
adult diapers from his basket, where they'd been somewhat sheltered from
view, and set them on the cash register checkout belt. The same woman that
had been working the last time he'd come in to buy his diapers noted the
only item he'd purchased and once again gave him a broad and knowing smile.

	Brian stared toward the front of the store, his mind racing again. 'If I
come in here during the day, I have to worry about running into someone I
know from work or school or a friend of my folks,' he thought as the
checkout lady scanned his purchase. 'But at least in the daytime, they're so
busy, the person at the register doesn't pay any attention to what they're
ringing up. And if I shop in the middle of the night like this, the checkout
person looks over what I'm buying, checks to see if my pants are wet, and
seems to know I'm buying these things 'cause I love pissin' in my pants.
Well at least this one smiles. That's better than that old guy that's here
sometimes and always glares at me. I'll bet he probably has to wear diapers
and he's jealous 'cause he knows I'm doing it for the fun of it.'

	Almost as if reading his mind, the lady at the register told him the total
and then added, "You must really be enjoying yourself. You're going through
these things almost as fast as the people that have to wear them."

	Brian wanted to respond in some way other than the blush he knew was
spreading across every inch of his body. He supposed his face must be as red
as the vest the lady was wearing. 'Oh shit,' he thought, 'does she ever have
me figured out.' He wanted to speak but his mouth hung open waiting to utter
words that never arrived. Finally, as he dug in his pocket for the money, he
told her, "Yeah."

	As soon as he'd said it, he cringed, thinking, 'Wow! Now there's a helluva
intelligent answer. Guess it's better than telling her, "Oh yes, I just love
pissing in my pants and wetting the bed!" I can just see her reaction to
that.' Doing his best to avoid eye contact, his mind raced as he slowly
pulled out the money and handed it to her. He took the chance and looked up
at her, hoping she'd be looking down at the register. Instead, their eyes
met and he couldn't look away - as much as he would have liked to. She
seemed to have him in a warm, soft, hypnotic trance and he found himself
returning her smile.

	After a quick glance around to be sure there were no other customers or
employees within earshot, she asked him in a gentle, muted voice, "Do you
like to wet or mess or both?"

	To his surprise, instead of being shocked into silence, Brian found himself
responding. "Just wet," he told her and wondered where he'd found the
courage to reveal something to a stranger that he'd never admitted to any of
his closest friends or relatives. Well that wasn't entirely true. He had
once admitted to his best friend, Jack Worth, that he liked to wet himself.
But that had been a few years earlier in his teens and Jack had used the
information to blackmail Brian. Maybe that's why Brian hadn't admitted it to
anyone since then.

	At around the same time as his experience with Jack, his mom had caught him
dressed up in a diaper and one of her shorty nightgowns, so that he looked
like a baby. But since she didn't pay all that much attention to his school
work as long as his grades stayed up, he'd been able to convince her that he
was just practicing for a skit at school. That story wouldn't have worked
for an instant if she had known how wet his diaper had been or if she had
walked in on him about five minutes earlier and caught him masturbating. But
it had worked and almost too good. His quickly conceived story had almost
backfired on him when she said she thought he looked cute and wanted to come
see the skit.

	Noticing the cashiers name tag, he thought 'Is that irony or coincidence or
fate or what?' Her name badge said "Ruth" and that was his mother's name
too. 'Here I am thinking about that time my mom caught me and this woman
turns out to have the same name. Too weird.'

	Ruth smiled at him, leaned a little closer as if to conspire with the young
man, and told him, "If you really like to wet them, use pads with those
diapers and you can make them last a lot longer," then, as she handed him
his change, she added with a big smile, again speaking softly, "That's what
I do."

	For the second time in as many minutes, Brian found himself with his mouth
open and speechless. He'd been prepared - even anticipated - some sort of
remark or sarcastic comment about his wearing and wetting diapers for
pleasure. He was absolutely certain he was the only living, breathing person
on planet earth that pissed in his bed or pants for fun. In fact, his mind
might have more readily accepted a confession from her that she was an alien
from some far distant solar system.

	And again it was almost as if she could tell what he was thinking because
after another quick scan to be sure they were out of anyone's hearing range,
she told him with a wink, "There are lots of us that enjoy wetting ourselves
you know. You just want to be sure you don't leak in public."

	Brian didn't know. After the fiasco with Jack Worth, it was a subject he
had never discussed with anyone. But he wanted to. There were a lot of
things he'd have loved to ask her, like did she really wet herself or did
'lots of us' mean she knew other people that did that too. But nervously, he
had almost run from the store.

	He had no idea how old she was. He was sure she was older than him but not
as old as his mother. Brian had turned twenty-one the previous month and his
mom was forty. He guessed Ruth had to be somewhere about halfway in between.
If only he'd had the nerve to follow her suggestion. The last thing she'd
said to him before he took off was, "I have a break in twenty minutes if you
want to wait." If he'd hung around for her break, he might have been able to
find out a lot more about her age - and her wetting habits too. But he
hadn't had the nerve.

	What he did instead was wait exactly one very long week before returning to
the same store at the same time for another package of diapers. He'd wanted
to go back the next night but couldn't think of anything he needed that
would require an urgent trip at four in the morning. And for some reason, he
figured if he bought another bag of diapers too quickly, it would make him
look like some kind of a pervert. It was bad enough that she knew he liked
to piss in his pants for pleasure. He didn't want her to think he did it day
and night. And her opinion of him had suddenly become important. Besides, he
wasn't sure of her schedule and the odds of catching her at work seemed
greatest if he want back at the same day and time.

	Fortunately, while he hadn't had the courage to stick around the previous
week, he'd had the presence of mind to look at his watch as soon as he was
out the door. It had read, 3:43, so he was assuming her break time had to be
at four. For this trip, he planned it out so that he'd be going through her
checkout line just a little before four.

	Just to be sure, he looked over the checkout area from outside to see if
she was working before entering through the exit doors. Mega-Mart always
locked their entrance doors after midnight and he'd paused to watch her for
a moment from outside where he might not be noticed. In particular, he was
trying to see if there was any perceptible bulge around her butt. He still
wasn't 100% sure she hadn't been teasing him about liking to wet herself.

	When she glanced over and saw him come in, she gave him a big smile, almost
as if she knew he'd be back. It was a good sign. He thought 'Maybe she's as
happy to see me as I am to see her,' as he headed for the pharmacy area,
checking his watch for the hundredth time. He wanted to be close to her
break time but not get caught behind some other shoppers and have her
possibly be gone before he got to her register. There didn't appear to be
any other customer in the store, but with his luck . . .

	As he was putting a bag of diapers in his cart, he remembered her comment
about the pads and discovered there were more sizes, shapes, and brands of
those than there were of the diapers. He'd tried almost all of the different
diapers before picking his current brand of thick overnight rated diapers.
He didn't want to have to start over doing that with the pads, so he looked
at every package. 'None of these say anything about using them with
diapers,' he thought when he'd finished reading the last one. 'I wish I had
asked her when I came in. There hadn't been anyone in her checkout line and
she has to know why I'm here anyway.'

	That thought gave him an idea and leaving the basket sitting with the
diapers in it, he hurriedly walked back to the checkout area and was
grateful to see Ruth still standing by herself at her register. Walking
straight up to her and hoping he wasn't blushing too brightly, he asked
without any preamble, "What kind of pads were you telling me about?"

	Ruth smiled again at the young man and with no embarrassment on her part at
all, quickly explained what she used to make sure one diaper lasted her
through an entire eight-hour shift. Then as a reminder for him to hurry, she
told him, "I go on break in five minutes."

	As he trotted back to the pharmacy area, he thought, 'Oh God! She knows why
I planned it to be here at exactly this time. She must be psychic.' He
picked out the pads she'd recommended and then almost ran to get his basket
to her checkout lane before her replacement arrived.

	"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward," Ruth told him minutes later
as they walked together to her car. Then she explained, "I hate going to
breakfast by myself. We stagger our breaks so no one else from the store
goes at the same time and most of the people that come in at this hour are
either in a big rush to buy something and get back home or they've been out
drinking all night. You don't mind going to breakfast with me do you? Am I
going to get you in trouble with your wife or girlfriend?"

	"I'm not married," Brian told her, and before he could add that he had no
steady girlfriend either, she stunned him again.

	"I am," she said. "But it doesn't matter and it's a long story that I won't
bore you with it unless you're interested." She unlocked the passenger door
of her car and reached in to move some things off the seat.

	He was confused. How could being married not matter? But before he could
give voice to that, he had to admire the shape of her ass as she was leaning
over in front of him to clean out a place for him to sit. He was getting
very turned on, thinking about that ass in a diaper. 'If she's wearing a
diaper tonight, it sure doesn't show,' he thought as he stared at her butt.

	Just as he looked up at a passing car that had just entered the lot, she
stepped back, rubbing the ass she knew he'd been admiring against the front
of his pants. He reacted almost as if there had been a discharge of static
electricity. Instead, there had almost been a discharge of an entirely
different sort and she seemed to be well aware of her affect on him. She
took the two bags containing the diapers and pads from him and was about to
put them in the back seat when she stopped and turned back to ask, "Is your
diaper already wet?"

	"No," he told her. "I put one on just before I came over here."

	"Good," she responded. "Let me show you something. Undo the front of your
pants but don't drop them," she instructed. Then she set the bag with the
diapers in the back seat and opened the other package to remove one of the
pads. "You have to put these in while the diaper is still dry or the sticky
stuff that holds them in place won't work."

	Brian had nervously undone his belt, the waist button and zipper of his
pants, and was holding them up with one hand; leaving the other free to take
the pad he assumed she was going to hand him. He almost stopped breathing
when instead, she used her free hand to pull out the waist of his diaper and
in one quick motion, pushed the pad in and down past where his balls rested
in the crotch of the diaper. As she was pulling her hand back out, she
playfully gave his hard cock a quick squeeze.

	"I think you like me," she teased.

	He was stunned into mute silence, thinking, 'And I think for some crazy
reason you like my hard cock and boys like me in diapers.' He watched her
walk around to the drivers door, too stunned to speak or move, still holding
his pants up with one hand.

	"Fix your pants and get in silly," she told him as she opened her door.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" she asked as she started the car.

	"Brian Sanders," he told her, moving the bag of pads to the back seat so he
could sit down.

	"Well Brian Sanders, buckle up and let's go get some breakfast and you can
tell me all about yourself.

	Again he was silent, watching her as she drove, thinking, 'I already know
all about Brian Sanders. What I'd like to know about is Ruth. You are one
awesome lady.'

	He waited silently until after she'd ordered 'Breakfast Specials' for both
of them before he asked the question that was most on his mind. "Does your
husband know . . .uh . . . ."

	He had several questions about her relationship with her husband, but the
one he was most concerned about had to do with his own safety. He'd read of
jealous husbands shooting their wives and their wives lovers and he didn't
want to be on the receiving end of foul play in a love triangle. And he had
to admit to himself that he was - if not falling in love - at least very
infatuated by this beautiful woman. Before he could think of a way to phrase
this delicate issue, she interrupted him.

	"Let me tell you what my husband knows," she began. "He knows I wear
diapers, if that's what you were going to ask. And he knows he barely pays
attention to me and that doesn't bother him. And he knows that sometimes I
find other men irresistibly attractive and that doesn't bother him either
because he does too."

	Brian couldn't help but laugh at the way her comment had come out. She'd
made it sound like her husband found other men irresistible.

	"You find that amusing?" Ruth asked, the smile gone from her face.

	Quickly, Brian explained what he'd thought to be so funny and received a
blank look from Ruth for his effort.

	"I meant what I said, just the way I said it," she told him. "I guess
you're too naive to realize that there are a lot of men that prefer sex with
men and a lot of women that prefer sex with women and a whole lot more of us
that like both."

	The way she'd said, "us" and "like both" brought some very erotic images to
Brian's mind - like the images in the pictures in the stack of magazines
under his bed.

	"I'm sorry," he told her, not knowing what else to say. He tried to keep in
mind a gem of wisdom he'd gotten from his dad, "Where women are concerned,
when in doubt, apologize."

	"And I apologize for calling you naive," she told him. "You probably have
more experience with sex than I do."

	Brian had to keep himself from laughing again. He could easily have argued
her remark. But to do so would have meant revealing the fact that he was a
21-year-old virgin. Well at least technically, he supposed he was a virgin.
He had never fucked anyone, male or female. But in spite of Bill Clinton's
assessment of what constituted sex, in Brian's opinion, he'd had sex. "Why
would they call it 'oral sex' if it wasn't sex?" was the way he thought
about it.

	Brian's first adventure into sex with another person had come about because
he'd revealed to his buddy Jack that he loved to wet his pants or pee on
himself in the bathtub before he jacked off. Jack had been a year older, his
next-door neighbor, and Brian's advisor when it came to matters of sex. Not
that Jack had shown any promise of being a lady's man, but he seemed to know
a whole lot more about sex than anyone else Brian had known at the time.

	Jack had shown Brian how to jack off and as they got older, the two boys
would find ways to do it together almost weekly. Of course that was in
addition to the many times Brian did it by himself in his bed or the
bathroom. And like many boys that age, they were constantly on the lookout
for new and exiting ways to add to their pleasure.

	Brian had been a bed wetter and kept in diapers at night until he was
eight. Even into his mid teens, he'd had an occasional accident and that's
how he'd accidently discovered that wetting himself before jacking off could
be very pleasurable. After that experience, he'd experimented with pissing
his pants, wetting his bed on purpose, and had discovered adult diapers.
He'd been into it for over a year before he'd finally admitted to Jack that
it was his favorite way to play with himself. Maybe he'd waited because he'd
somehow sensed that Jack would use the information against him.

	At first Jack had just teased him about being a 'piss pants' and a 'sissy
bed-wetter'. Then Jack had begun asking for a demonstration and seemed to
enjoy seeing Brian pissing in his pants. It wasn't long after they'd done
that a couple of times that Jack had suggested that Brian suck his cock.

	At first Brian had refused, but he had to admit that the thought had
crossed his mind. Quite often he'd had fantasies of playing with Jack's cock
and loved to watch Jack shoot his load. At home he would put his legs up
over his head when he was ready to cum and shoot his load in his mouth,
wishing it were Jack that was filling his mouth with cum.

	So it hadn't taken all that much coercion to get Brian to try sucking cock.
What had upset Brian more than anything, had been that instead of making the
boys closer, Jack had begun to look down on Brian as a, 'cock-sucking,
pants-pissing, faggot, bed-wetting, sissy boy'. It seemed like every time
Brian sucked Jack's cock, Jack would have a new degrading nickname for him.
Brian had very mixed emotions when a year later, Jack's dad had taken a new
job and the Worth family had moved. In a way, he'd missed having Jack piss
on him before he'd give Brian his cock to suck. And he really missed the
thrill he got when Jack blasted off, filling his mouth with cum. But at
least he didn't have to worry about Jack following through with his constant
threats to tell everyone at school about what Brian liked to do.

	He'd had one other experience with a man since then, about a year earlier,
and it hadn't involved anything more than a horny guy catching Brian in a
receptive mood. Brian had been coming back from a trip to visit his parents
and had stopped to pee at a roadside park. There'd been a man at the next
urinal and the guy had gotten Brian's attention when he began to obviously
stroke his erection. When the man had Brian totally mesmerized, he'd
indicated for Brian to follow him to a stall and Brian had done so, dropping
to his knees and taking the stranger's cock in his mouth even before the man
could tell him to.

	His experience with a girl had also involved oral sex with his current
girlfriend of sorts, Joanie. Joanie refused to allow him to fuck her and
wouldn't even get completely naked or spend the night at Brian's apartment.
But she had allowed Brian to eat her pussy and a couple of times had
returned the favor with what he considered a half-assed blowjob. Still, if
asked, he could say he'd had sex with a girl - even if he was, by all common
standards, still a virgin.

	Somehow, before their breakfast was over, Brian found himself sharing every
bit of that information with Ruth. And before he could find out any more
about her, their time was up and she had to get back to work.

	"I get home by eight," she told him as she dropped him off at his car.
"Call me when your diaper is all pissy wet and we'll talk some more." Then
after giving him her number, she drove off toward the other side of the
parking lot where the employees had to park their cars, leaving Brian to
wonder if maybe it was all a dream.

	Brian was standing in front of the Mega-Mart, holding the bags of diapers
and pads, staring off at the far side of the parking lot. He watched Ruth
walk from her car to the store and wave to him before she went inside. When
she was out of sight, he thought, 'I guess this isn't a dream,' and glanced
at the bags in his hands as proof. 'And if it's a dream, I'll probably wake
up in a wet diaper and these bags won't be sitting on my dresser.' The term
'wet dreams' had a special meaning to Brian.

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com