Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 11:25:51 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brian's Bags, 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 water sports, 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 on the author's
true experiences, and the experiences of others he has met.


			       Brian's Bags
				 Chapter 2


	Normally, when Brian's diaper supply was running low, he'd set his alarm
for three in the morning and go to Mega-Mart to get what he needed. For the
year and a half that he'd had his own apartment, he'd been wearing and
wetting diapers almost every night. On his days off, he'd be diapered as
soon as he got home from his classes.

	In addition to working 40 hours a week, he was also carrying eleven hours
of college work. Solitary pleasures, like soggy diapers, were by far the
easiest to fit into his schedule. There weren't too many things you could do
at the same time and Brian had discovered that wetting a diaper and studying
were two that went together very well. As a result, a package of 20 diapers
would last him about two weeks. If he bought two packages, he might make it
a month, but the only place he went out in diapers was to the store and for
that reason, he didn't mind making an extra trip.

	He didn't live that far from Mega-Mart and got a thrill of sorts by walking
over there in the middle of the night in a soggy diaper to buy his supplies.
And if the diaper he had on was leaking a little as he walked through the
store; that was even better. He seldom ran into other customers, just the
store employees that restocked the shelves. But it was exciting just the
same. Then he'd go back home, jack-off a time or two, and maybe get another
hour or more of sleep before he had to be up for his eight o'clock class.

	But this night had been different than any that had ever preceded it. It
had been different before it had even started, since in this case, it had
started a week earlier.

	In some respects, it started as usual. He'd put on a diaper and started
wetting it as soon as he got home from work. By the time he'd gotten in bed,
it was soaked just the way he liked it. But then, because of nervous energy
and the anticipation of seeing Ruth again, he hadn't been able to get to
sleep. He'd had the alarm set for three and had finally given up on the idea
of getting any sleep around two. He'd gotten up after deciding to wait to
jack-off until he got back home.

	Then as he was about to walk out, he'd remembered her remark the previous
week about the pads, and not knowing how big a package those came in,
decided he might ought to drive. And if he was going to drive, he didn't
want to wear a diaper that was already beginning to leak. So at the last
minute, instead of wearing a pissy diaper as planned, he'd changed into a
dry one, driven to Mega-Mart, and waited in the car listening to the radio
until 3:45.

	Now, a few hours later, he was waiting in anxious anticipation again so he
could call her at 8:00. "She never said a word about what her husband does
or what hours he works or if she even lives with him any more. I was so damn
busy telling her all of my life secrets; I never asked the questions that
might save my life. What am I supposed to do if he answers the phone when I
call? Should I hang up or ask for Ruth? What if she gave me a bogus number
and this is all a big game? It's probably a direct line to the police
station. Some damn cop, maybe even my dad, is going to answer the phone,
'Pervert Hotline'. For that matter, I don't even know if I wrote it down
right. Shit, it's only 7:30.That has got to be the slowest moving clock in
the history of time!"

	Then, when 8:00 AM finally arrived, it took Brian several more minutes to
work up the nerve to dial the number.

	"Is your husband home?" weren't the first words out of Brian's mouth, but
he definitely got them in on the tail end of his first sentence and it gave
Ruth a chuckle.

	"I told you not to worry about him. No, he's not here and he wouldn't care
if he were. How's the pad working?" she asked. "Nice and wet for Ruthie?"

	"Uh, fine," Brian told her, caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to ask
anything about his love for wetting himself so quickly. "I've wet a few
times and it really helps. Thanks for the idea." Then he began with some of
the questions he'd never asked while they were having breakfast. "How come
you wear diapers - if you really do?"

	"You don't believe me?" she teased.

	Brian didn't realize, since he couldn't see her face, that he was being
teased and quickly apologized for doubting her word. Then he explained, "It
didn't look like you were wearing a diaper a while ago."

	"Well I was," she told him. "And I still am. It's getting nice and thick
and wet right now because I'm peeing in it while I'm talking to you. Does
that turn you on?"

	"Uh huh," he almost whispered.

	She continued to titillate him. "Is your cock getting nice and hard for
Ruthie?"

	He nodded and then realized she couldn't see that over the phone. "Yes," he
told her.

	"Maybe I don't believe you. I think you should show me. Do you still like
to wear girlie clothes? You told how much you used to like to do that when
you were younger but you didn't say if you still did it."

	"Sorta," he answered. He explained that he did have a pair of panties he'd
picked up at a party a few months earlier and liked to wear them sometimes
when he wasn't diapered.

	"Just so you don't feel so nervous, my husband is working out of town for
the rest of the week. So why don't you come over and visit with Ruthie and
you can run around in just your diapers. And if you want, I'll give you a
cute nightie to wear with them - you can be my little sissy for the day -
Okay?"

	Brian couldn't say no. With finals coming up, he should really be in class.
But his mind was blocked with thoughts of Ruth and him in wet diapers and
what that might lead to. "Okay," he answered like a robot and wrote down her
address.

	Then he decided to put a second diaper over the first. He'd lost the piece
of plastic he sometimes used to cover the seat when he had to drive and knew
his diaper might leak. As an alternative, he'd discovered that poking holes
in one diaper and adding a second not only felt better, it looked more
obvious that he was wearing a diaper when he went out. With the addition of
the second diaper, plus the pad, Brian felt like a baby with all that
material swelling between his legs, causing him to almost waddle as he
walked.

	In a day of surprises, Brian wasn't taken back at all when Ruth answered
her door topless, wearing nothing but a diaper and ruffled panty diaper
cover - and a big warm smile. But it did take his breath away.

	"You like?" she asked, turning around 360 degrees to try to get him to quit
staring at her breasts. "If you're a good boy, I'll get you some panties
like these to wear over your diapers when we play."

	He nodded, since it was hard to speak when you can't breathe. But his mind
was working as fast as ever. 'I guess Joanie is right,' Brian thought as he
fought the temptation to stare at Ruth's tits; glad that she'd turned to
lead him into the den of her house. 'Joanie says that boys get too excited
when they see girl's tits and that's why she always keeps her top on. I'm
about to cum in my diaper just looking at Ruth. I don't think I've ever been
this nervous in my life.'

	Ruth led him into a den at the back of the house and pointed at the couch.
"Have a seat and I'll be right back. Oh," she added as a second thought as
she was walking out of the room, "let me start the tape for you." Then she
turned on the TV set and slid a tape into the VCR.

	Brian waited anxiously as the standard "The FBI is gonna get ya if ya copy
this tape" intro went by and the movie began. He suspected, when there
weren't the regular big screen titles and credits, or a lion roaring or a
world turning, that this wasn't a customary movie. But it started innocent
enough with a couple inviting another couple in for a dinner party. The
dinner and dinner conversation quickly progressed to playing board games and
sexual innuendos and just as quickly, the two couples were playing some sort
of board game version of strip poker.

	The two guys were obviously cheating somehow, passing each other signals or
something, and the two ladies were quickly naked while the two guys were
winking at each other and stroking what appeared to be giant erections
through the material of their pants. The next time one of the ladies lost,
the guy that had won instructed the other guy's wife, who it appeared had
lost, to give him a few minutes of cock-sucking as his reward. That
confirmed Brian's rapidly growing suspicion that he was watching a porno
tape.

	He'd seen a tape like this at a party one of his college friends had
hosted, but unfortunately, he hadn't gotten to watch much longer than the
first few minutes. Joanie, his date for the party, when she realized the
nature of the tape, had demanded that they leave. Gray Collins was noted for
having some pretty wild parties and Brian had been amazed that Joanie had
agreed to go at all.

	Brian was watching the action on TV so intently that Ruth had to move
directly in front of him to get his attention. Even then he ignored her and
tried to look around her. On the TV, the two women had gotten bored with the
board game and were moving into a '69' position, something Brian had only
seen in magazines. He all but pushed Ruth out of the way in his effort to
not miss a bit of the on screen action, then realized she was trying to give
him something.

	"Here," she told him. "Take your shorts and shirt off and put this on and
we can be twins."

	Tearing his eyes away from the TV, Brian quickly took off his shirt and
pushed his shorts down over his diaper and off his legs. He took the short
pink nightgown she offered him and noticed that Ruth had put one on that was
very similar. 'As horny as I am, it's probably a good thing she covered up
those tits. Not that you still can't tell they're fantastic with that thin
nightie on.' Then, because it had a ruffled, scoop neckline, front and back,
and no label, he couldn't figure out which side of the gown was supposed to
be the front.

	"I can tell you really don't do this a lot," she said laughing and took the
gown back from him. "Hold your arms up."

	Brian complied and Ruth let the gown slide down his arms, and then told
him, "Now stand up."

	Again Brian did as he was instructed and the nightie fell into place with
the bottom edge covering about half of his thick, wet diaper.

	Then Ruth knelt in front of him and held open a pair of matching pink
ruffled panties and had him step into them before she pulled them up his
legs and worked them over the bulge of his diapers. When the panties were in
place, she rubbed the front of his diaper to tease him and almost
immediately, she heard Brian grunt, groan, and moan and knew what those
sounds meant.

	"I didn't realize I turned you on so much," she taunted him as he recovered
from his unexpected orgasm. "We'll have to teach you a little more about
controlling yourself. If you're going to be my little sissy girlfriend you
have to act more like 'Brandy' and less like a horny young boy. But that's
all right, there's more for me there I'm sure," she added, patting the front
of his diaper again.

	Brian didn't want to tell her that it hadn't been just because of her that
he'd lost control. Not that she didn't have him incredibly turned on. It had
been thoughts of Ruth that had kept him at a feverish degree for a week.

What she didn't realize, and he wasn't going to tell her, was that with her
kneeling down, he'd been able to watch the action on the TV and what had set
him off was a scene that was his favorite fantasy. One of the guys had begun
sucking the cock of the other while the two ladies watched and cheered. That
- and her touch - had been all it took to push him over the edge, adding cum
to his already soaked diaper.

	Yet even with his excitement temporarily under control, he knew she was
right about there being more there and sooner than he might have thought. As
he continued to watch the blond actor suck the cock of the curly dark haired
one, he was certain he'd be ready again very shortly. He could feel his
cock, never quite shriveling as it often did, beginning to harden again.

	Ruth saw that Brian was mesmerized by the porno tape and sat beside the
younger man as she began a running commentary about the on-screen action,
making remarks like, "That looks like fun," and "Wouldn't it be neat if we
could find someone to do that with us," and "I like the way they all keep
their pubic hair trimmed short," and "I'll bet you'd like to suck on that
cock wouldn't you?"

	Brian, for his part, didn't exactly answer, giving her grunts and nods of
the head and not letting her distract him from the hot bisexual action of
the videotape.

	"Think you could suck one that big?" she asked and when all he did was
shrug in response, she told him, "I'll be right back."

	In a moment she returned, carrying what looked to be a large, lady's
overnight case, sat it on the coffee table and began pulling things out of
it. When she pulled out a plastic or rubber dildo, easily twice the size of
his cock and bigger than either of the two on the TV screen, she had his
attention.

	"I don't suppose either of the two you told me about sucking were this big.
Let's see what kind of cocksucker you really are." Waving the giant phallus
in his face, she teased him. "Think you could get the head of this in your
mouth?"

	Again he shrugged, not sure exactly what he was supposed to do at this
point, but ready to try almost anything. He took the fake plastic dick in
his hand and wiggled it and squeezed it, amazed at how lifelike it felt.
Then with her urging him to go ahead and try it, he opened his mouth as wide
as possible and took in the head and a couple of inches of plastic prick.
After holding it there for a moment to prove to her that indeed he could do
it, he let it slide out from between his lips and handed it back to her.

	"What do you think?" she asked him, looking for his opinion.

	"It's okay I guess," he told her. "But the taste . . . it's not as good as
a real one."

	"Yeah, but it feels like a real one when I have it inside me. That gives me
an idea." Deftly she reached into his lap and pulled out the front of the
waistband of his diaper. Then she took the dildo, pushed it into his diaper,
twirled it around and squeezed it through the wet material. When she was
satisfied, she pulled it back out and presented it to Brian again, this time
glistening with a mix of his piss and cum. "Bet you like it better now," she
told him as she held the head to his lips.

	Again Brian opened his mouth to take in the plastic cock and again she was
right. Adding the flavor of piss and cum from his diaper gave the fake prick
an essence he enjoyed very much.

	The smile on his face and the glint in his eye told Ruth as much as a full
confession from Brian. But before she invested too much more time on the
diapered young man, she had to be sure he could meet her needs too. Grabbing
a couple of the toys off the coffee table she told him, "Follow me into the
bedroom. You told me you didn't think your girl friend ever had an orgasm
when you ate her pussy. I know an excellent way to find out if it's her
problem or if you're doing it wrong." She was half way across the room when
she realized Brian had stood to follow her, but he was dawdling, dragging
his feet so he could see what was about to happen in the scene on TV. "Don't
worry about the porno tape sweetie. I've got more - well really they're
Ben's - and you're welcome to come by and watch them any time."

	When the phone interrupted their lovemaking, one long, hot, sweaty, hour or
two later, they'd answered all their questions. Poor Joanie, it appeared,
had a problem. Ruth had enjoyed several orgasms because of Brian's sexual
skills; several mini-orgasms orally, one that burst her bladder and produced
a gush of hot piss in his mouth, another during intercourse, and a 'grand
finale' that left them both drained - literally. What he lacked in
experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. And with experience,
which she'd said she'd be more than happy to provide, he could only get
better.

	He lay in the wet bed reliving every moment while Ruth took care of the
phone call.

	For Brian, it had been the greatest event of his lifetime and it wasn't
over yet. He'd been trying, unsuccessfully to be sure, to have sex with a
girl for over five years. So far, the girls he'd dated either dropped him
because he was 'too aggressive' or if he behaved like a gentleman, they'd
loose interest because they thought he lacked confidence. He'd tried just
about everything except tracking down a whorehouse. And since he wasn't too
keen on that idea, he'd grown to enjoy his solitary, piss-laden pleasures.

	And it had always been too far fetched for him to even imagine a real woman
might want to enjoy his kinky perversions with him. Brian loved to wet his
diaper until it leaked, and then lay in his bed, soaking the sheets.
Sometimes after both the diaper and the sheets were soaked, if he had to pee
some more, he'd push his diaper down to expose his prick and piss up in the
air, letting the hot amber urine splash all over him. He almost always aimed
for his mouth, pretending it was some girl or guy that was pissing on him
and making him drink their pee. That he might actually do that someday was
beyond his wildest dreams. After all, how could he expect to get a woman to
try something that kinky if he couldn't even get them to have regular sex
with him.

	And then there had been Ruth.

	"My diaper is so wet, I'll bet you're gonna love the way my pussy tastes,"
she'd told him as she'd pulled him down on her bed with him to begin their
morning of sexual adventure. His bed at his apartment had a waterproof
mattress cover and automatically, he'd checked hers and had been pleased to
find she also had a plastic cover on her mattress. Then they'd rolled around
on her bed for several minutes, kissing and cuddling and whispering sexy
things to each other. Suckling the big nipples on her breasts had been
awesome in itself, but when she'd pushed him further down her magnificent
body, the real fun had begun.

	She'd pulled the tapes loose on her disposable diaper and Brian had
discovered her to be just as wet and just as tasty as she'd promised. With
Joanie, after a few licks, she'd stop him and tell him, "Okay, that's
enough." Ruth never stopped him, instead she was crying for more. A few
times she gave him a break and sucked his cock until he was getting too
close to cumming again and then let him resume his oral attentions to her
neatly trimmed pussy.

	And when she did suck him, she had never taken his diaper off like he'd
assumed she would. Instead, she'd stretch it over his hips and work it down
past the base of his cock and seemed to really enjoy the flavor of his piss
soaked peter. "My pissy Popsicle," she'd called it, licking the length of
it.

	Then when she'd finally demanded - almost forced him to fuck her - she'd
been incredibly wild, almost turning intercourse into a rodeo event. When
he'd exploded his load of cum inside her, he'd been out of breath and wanted
to roll off of her and rest. But she'd kept him on top of her and inside of
her and locked in position with her arms and legs as she enjoyed what seemed
to him to be tremors of pleasure. He readily gave in and would have stayed
inside her for the rest of his life if possible

	"Ready for your next surprise?" she'd asked.

	At that point, Brian had been ready for anything and had told her so.
Relaxing her grip on him, she'd again pushed him down her body and he'd
readily dove face first into her erotic folds of flesh, relishing her
flavor. He couldn't believe how great his cum tasted mingled with her
juices. The cum he'd tasted up to then wasn't nearly as good.

	The taste of her fresh fucked pussy, a heady and erotic mixture of their
piss, his cum and her own exotic juices, had been the most erotic, alluring
and fascinating thing he'd ever imagined. He'd developed an addiction for
the combination from the first taste and in trying to get as much of it as
he could, had her getting aroused again in no time. He was enjoying it so
much he had barely paid attention to the gouge of her fingernails in the
back of his head or her cries and moans. Then she'd begun to pee.

	When he'd been eating her before they fucked, he'd thought she might have
leaked a little pee and instead of bothering him, he'd enjoyed it. He'd
assumed, since she'd told him she had to wear diapers and had eventually
learned to enjoy it, that she hadn't been peeing on purpose, that it had
just been her leaky bladder giving him a little added treat.

	But this had been different. Instead of a trickle, there had been a couple
of very brief squirts followed by one long, hard, continuous gush that Brian
had valiantly tried to swallow. 'As if I had a choice,' he thought smiling
to himself. 'She had a death grip on the back of my head and if I hadn't
swallowed as fast as I could, I would have drowned!'

	By the time she'd finished, Brian, the nightgown she'd put on him, and a
good portion of the bed sheets had been soaked with her pee. His piss soaked
gown hadn't stopped her from pulling him up to cuddle with her for several
minutes as she rested between orgasms.

	Then she'd started on him again and he remembered thinking, 'Now she's down
there licking my cock clean and waiting for me to pee in her mouth. I don't
think I can. For one thing, she's making me hard again. And I've been
wetting my diaper every time I felt like I might be able to pee so I don't
think there's anything in my bladder. But I'm damn sure not going to stop
her.'

	Unfortunately, there was an intervention he couldn't have anticipated.


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