Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 04:39:25 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: Daddy's Boy Mark- m/t, oral. anal, diapers

Daddy's Body Mark
By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

	I met him on the sidewalk going up to my house.  His smile
certainly brightened my moment right then.  Mark was a boy who lived next
door to me.  It was just him and an older sister.  His parents had died
unexpectedly over a year ago in a freak accident.  Mark had been involved
as well, and those physical and mental scars were finally fading away.  I
had provided him with lots of support in that time.  Since his sister
already lived in the house, she had decided to stay and keep the house.  It
was all they had.  It was fine with me.  Jill had appreciated my taking an
interest in Mark, and I was more than willing to do so.  Mark was quite a
looker for thirteen.  His short red hair and a light dusting of freckles
across his face made him stand out in any crowd.  He was a bit on the slim
side, he liked to swim in my pool when he could.  I never minded that, I
usually ended up joining him.  However, Mark had one problem that kept him
from making friends easily.  He had to wear diapers as a result of the
accident.  A piece of metal had sliced into his abdomen, cutting him open
and puncturing his bladder.  Thankfully they were able to get him to the
hospital in the nick of time and managed to save his life in the course of
four-hour emergency surgery.  His parents had been killed immediately.
When he had gotten home from the hospital, he had been impossible to live
with.  The first I had known of that problem was when some bullies had
chased him home yelling at him.  He had gone into a crying fit in my arms
in the backyard.  After that day, we were friends.  He had confided in me,
and I resolved to do what I could to help him.  Naturally his sister got
upset, but I had managed to calm her fears and told both of them I would do
everything I could to help.  I went out and bought diapers and supplies to
take care of his needs when he was at my house so he wouldn't have to carry
them with him.  Jill tried to give me money, but I wouldn't hear of it.
 "I'm helping him out, Jill.  He needs to have a guy he can go to for help
when he needs it," I had said.  Mark's pediatrician and therapist agreed
with me on that count.  Since then, he's steadily improved, much to Jill's
relief.
 "Hi, Mark.  What's up?" I asked him, walking up the sidewalk.  He tugged a
bit on his pocket and smiled a bit.  I nodded, knowing that he was needing
a change.  He followed me up to the front door with his school pack over
one shoulder.  It was a warm Friday summer's eve, the temps just right for
running around.
 "How was school?" I asked s he walked past me.
 "Other than those knuckle dragging morons, it was okay," he said softly.
Mark wasn't a loud person.  He tended to be soft-spoken, a bit shy.
Beginning puberty was never easy on a boy, and Mark was having a bit of a
hard time.  I had talked with Jill and his doctors, and they all encouraged
me to be open as possible about things, especially when he asked.  When he
asked questions, it brought back memories of my own teen years.  My teen
years weren't the best, either.
 "Hang in there, Mark.  Things will get better," I said, trying to
encourage him.
 "I know.  But I wish they would just leave me alone.  I never did anything
to them," he complained with a sigh.
 "Well, I got something new to show you," I said smiling.  He looked up at
me, the eagerness shinning through his eyes.  "What is it?"  I laughed as I
led the way.  He dropped his school pack on my couch and followed me up the
stairs to a small bedroom.  I set this one up especially for Mark to handle
his needs in, due to the fact that it had it's own bathroom.  He followed
me into the room and spotted a large changing table there against the wall
next to the bathroom door.
 "A change table?" he questioned me, pointing to it.
 "Yes," I said.  "Thought you'd like it.  Got most of your stuff in these
drawers."  He looked at it for a bit, opening the drawers and touching the
thick pad.  "Can it support my weight?"
 "Sure can.  It was built to withstand about two hundred pounds," I
replied.  "Want to try it out?"  He exhaled sharply and sat on the edge of
a chair in the room as he thought about it.  I said nothing more.  I didn't
want to push him into it.  It was one of the agreements we had made between
us when he first started showing physical affection.  Mark was still in the
process of discovering his gay identity.  At first he was terrified that
wearing diapers was making him gay.  Between his therapist, and me we
managed to convince him that wasn't true.  Once he understood that, I began
helping him deal with his feelings about being gay.  I myself was gay, but
I refrained from telling him that.  I wanted him to develop his own
feelings and thoughts about it.  Naturally I told his therapist about me,
and she didn't even blink.
 "So fucking what!" she had said.  "You're gay.  My two oldest brothers
are, and they are the most macho guys you'd ever seen.  Should that stop
you from being Mark's friend and confidante?"  I decided that it shouldn't,
so I told him.  Mark just looked at me and then hugged me.
 "You do understand," he had said.  His sister Jill was even more
supportive.  All she asked of me was that I don't hurt him.  Believe me, I
stuck to that promise.  Mark was my friend.


	Mark sighed again, breaking me out of my spell.
 "Might be fun," he said.
 "Nobody needs to know, unless you tell them," I said.  Mark smiled as he
unlaced his Nikes and stepped out of them.  I leaned over him and pulled
his socks off and then he raised his arms to allow me to pull his shirt
off.  He laid back on the twin-sized bed and I unsnapped his jeans and
opened them.  I tugged them off him and now he was clad only in his
diapers.  I could tell he needed a change, the blue signal stripe was gone.
I lifted him up in my arms and carried him over to the table.  He barely
weighed a hundred pounds, so he wasn't that heavy.  He nearly gave up his
swimming, but due to the pressure from an understanding and sympathetic
coach, me and Jill, he kept at it.  We had found him special speedos for
him to wear in the pool to take care of any problems.  Laying him down on
the pad, I strapped him to it with the single strap across the middle of
his torso.  He was giggling by now in anticipation of what was to happen
next.  I pulled at the tapes to take the wet diaper off him, revealing his
pride and joy.  Little Mark didn't waste time in coming to attention.  It
was beautiful to look at.  The head of his penis peeked out from inside his
foreskin.  As far as I was concerned, he had the right amount of foreskin
on him.  Not too much, not too little.  It was a source of great pleasure
for both of us.  After throwing the old diaper away, I cleaned hi up and
then began to play with his penis.  I'll have to tell you, what amazes me
the most about red headed men and boys is that their pubic hair is red as
well.  Mark's certainly was.  I gently ran my fingers through his sparse
bush (I kept it short and neat, I think it looks better that way!) making
him moan with pleasure.
 "Don," he moaned, "That feels so good!"  I leaned over to sniff at his
crotch.  I could smell a bit of pee that I didn't quite wipe away too well,
a bit of the scented wipes that I had used, and then his unique boy smell.
I started licking at his cock, starting at the base and working my way up
his five-inch shaft.  His eyes were closed, and I knew he'd gone to that
other place.  I gently pulled his foreskin open and slipped my tongue
inside.  Mark jumped and tensed right up as I did that.  I let go of the
flesh and it closed around my tongue, holding onto it firmly.  I swirled my
tongue around the young cock, pleasuring it good.  Mark squeaked, moaned,
sighed, and whispered my name.  I kept on going until I felt it was time
for the first main event.  He was going to like this.


	Mark sighed and looked at me through slitted eyes.
 "Relax baby son, Daddy knows what's good for his little boy," I whispered.
Mark giggled, then lay back.  I slowly peeled his skin back to reveal a
very nice looking cock.  The cap of it was nice and full looking, just the
right shade of pink.  The rest of the penile shaft was pale and straight.
I licked at the head, causing Mark to cry out.  I slipped the rest of the
boy's penis into my mouth and began to taste it, to pleasure it, to give
him joy.  I bobbed up and down on it, my mouth riding it as my tongue
swirled around the shaft.  Mark thrashed about on the table, and I started
to worry that the single plastic strap wouldn't hold him.  I kept going,
wanting to pleasure this sweet boy.  I could feel his fingers claw at my
back as his teen's body strained for its release of boyjuice.  I lightly
tickled his balls, and that did the trick.  Mark's torso reared up and he
shivered as his balls fired his young cream.  I felt his cock jerk a few
times as he shot down my throat.  I kept sucking harder and faster, trying
to milk his balls dry.  Finally his orgasm ran out of steam and he lay on
the table, panting.  I stroked his sweat-slicked chest, whispering my love
for him into his ear.  Mark turned his head and gave me a very passionate
kiss.
 "Thank you Daddy," he said in his best little boy voice.
 "You're welcome, my sweet little boy.  Now let Daddy clean you up a bit
and let you rest a moment," I said, going into the bathroom.  I returned
with a washcloth and wiped the sweat off him and the cum from out of his
foreskin.  I slipped a piece of thick cotton under his bottom and covered
him with a baby blanket I had gotten for him.  He looked at the baby teddy
bears in their nappies with their bottles and giggled.  He slowly closed
his eyes and I sat in the small chair that was next to the table.  When he
first started wearing the diapers, he apparently decided to regress back to
a little boy age.  He had scared me and Jill silly with that.  The
therapist said that was common in children who were victims of accidents.
It was his way of going inside of himself and dealing with what happened.
So Jill and I went along with it.  Once Mark came out of that, he expressed
his wish to be treated like that every so often.  Jill and I had discussed
it, and we both saw no problems with it.  As a matter of fact, I enjoyed
it.  It kind of gave me the chance to fulfill a fantasy of mine to father a
boy.  Mark was giving me that chance as well as filling his secret desires.
The gay sex just made it all even more enjoyable.  While he slept, I
flipped through a catalog I had gotten when I bought the table.  I noted
different straps I could attach to the table to hold him secure and safe.
I really wasn't into bondage, but these straps looked stronger and thicker.
I marked them with a pen.  I ended up ordering a crib, a playpen, some baby
clothes, and a footed sleeper.  I grinned as I pictured him wearing them.
Lucky for me, my backyard was well covered on all sides.  I lived on the
top of a hill that afforded a great view.  The only other house that shared
it was Mark's.  I had built my fences just a bit higher than normal, and
set a gate in between my yard and Mark's once I got to know them.  Mark
could freely roam between both yards in nothing but his nappies if he so
desired.  Many a time I'd have a thick blanket spread out in the grass and
him lying on it in the sun.  He had gotten a great all over tan the many
times he had lay out on the blanket nude.  I had him on washable cotton
pads for his accidents. We never did anything sexual when Jill was with us
in the yard out of respect for her, even though she knew we were making
love on a regular basis.  Mark had told her that we didn't do anything in
front of her out of respect.  She relaxed considerably after that.  What a
great lady she was.


	"Daddy," a boy's voice whispered.  I looked up to see Mark
wide-awake now.  I stood up and went over to him, kissing him on the
forehead.
 "Did baby enjoy his nap?" I asked.  Mark smiled.  "Yes, Daddy."  I
uncovered him and checked him. He had wet just a little, no big deal.  I
wiped him clean, then reached for the ky.  Mark grinned, knowing it was
time for main event number two.  He turned over on the table as I loosened
the plastic strap, then tightened it again.  I stood in front of his face
and let him open my pants.  Once they had been kicked off, he reached for
my silk blue boxers and tugged them down, reaching for my hard eight.  I
sighed as he wanked me a bit, then took the KY from my hand and coated it
with the jelly.  I took a bit from the tube and slipped my fingers between
his very nicely rounded ass cheeks, finding the puckered joy gate and
started to get him ready.  Mark moaned softly as I probed the inside of his
ass with my fingers, moving them this way and that, making him ready for
me.
 "Please Daddy," he whined.  I moved around him and got on the table.  He
opened his cheeks for me and I saw the shiny KY slicked gate to his body.
I got the head of my cut cock there and slowly pushed in.  Mark let go of
his cheeks and softly groaned.  He felt nice and tight in there.  I sighed
in pleasure.  This would be fun for both of us.  Once I was completely
inside of him, I relaxed a bit to give him time to adjust to me being
inside of him.
 "Feels so good, Daddy!" he said excitedly.
 "Feels good to me too, my little sexy boy," I whispered into his ear.
"Can Daddy pleasure you now?"
 "Oh please, Daddy!" he cried in his little boy voice.  I began fucking the
boy.


	I started with long slow strokes first, taking the time to properly
stretch him out for the fast stuff.  I could tell I was hitting his
prostate with each down stroke into him by the way he whined.  It was
making me hot, and I really wanted to do him right then and there, but I
reminded myself that this was for his pleasure too.  I kept up the long
dicking until I got to the point that I couldn't stand it anymore.
 "Daddy!  Give it to me, please!" the boy under me cried out.  That was all
the permission I needed.  Getting a grip on the table, I began slamming my
eight inches of love in and out of him.  He cried, whined, moaned, and
pleaded for more.  I gave him all I had.  I felt something happening deep
inside my balls.  I could feel the tidal wave of sperm traveling through me
and into my penis and then into the boy under me. I pushed my cock up into
him as far as I could.
 "Daddy!  Daddy!  Feels great, Daddy!" Mark cried as I ejaculated into him.
He squeezed his ass muscles against my eight-inch pole as I continued to
fuck him, trying to milk me dry.  I kept going until I couldn't give any
more.  I rested my sweaty body on his after gently puling out.  I kissed
his neck as he groaned.  I felt his body shiver, and I knew he'd just
orgasmed into the pad under him.  I got off him and went into the bathroom
to draw a bath.
 "Daddy needs to wash his little boy," I said, gathering him up.  I set him
in the tub and washed his lithe body.  He leaned against me and relaxed.
 "Thank you, Don.  I really enjoyed that," he smiled.
 "Glad you did, my sweet little boy," I smiled back.  After he washed and
dried me off, I rinsed out the tub and put in some more water, and dropped
some bath toys in there for him.  I walked out into the bedroom and cleared
off the change table and set up a fresh diaper for him.  I let him play in
the bath for fifteen minutes, then went back in for him.  I sat on the
toilet and dried him off like a father would with his son.  I led him back
to the change table, put him back on it, and diapered him.  I laid him on
the twin bed and watched him relax.  He snuggled up close to me.
 "Love you Don," he whispered.


END