Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 18:35:35 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Pool Boy to Diaper Boy, Part One" by jay Roberts    Gay Adult/Youth

****If you are under 18 and you are as innocent as I hope you are, this
title is meaningless Good!  Now please leave.  The rest of you, among whom
are a lot of dirty boys. who know exactly what diaper boy means, please
stay and continue your misspent youth.



I am the manager of Vista Acres, a condo community of sixty
units.  We have a pool.  I used to take care of the weekly
cleaning and testing, but I am too busy with other matters
lately, what with the roofs being replaced and the exterior
painting going on.  The owners allowed me to hire a pool boy.

His name is William, he's fourteen.  Why did I hire him?  He was
cheap, only $15.00 a week.  His own home has a pool so he has the
knowledge of chemicals and vacuums and such.  He's doing a good
job.  I think he's afraid of me.  Why?  I guess my build is
intimidating: six feet six, two hundred fifty pounds of muscle.
But if he knew me, he'd find out that I'm a gentle giant.  Ol'
Sam, (that's me) never hurt a fly.  Don't judge me by my hairy
body.

Yesterday was a turning point in my supervision of the kid.  As I
looked out of my office window, I caught him in the corner of the
planting near the pool with his board shorts pulled down a bit
and he was peeing into a palm tree.  Nice butt, though.

When he finished his cleanup and testing of the pool, he stopped
by my office to sign the book.  When he came in, I appraised him
completely for the first time.  The kid was a blond angel and
really looked younger than fourteen.  His body was slim and well
formed and his facial features were downright pretty.

"I'm all finished," he said, closing the book.

"Wait a minute.  When you say you are all finished, I have to ask
you if you shook off the last few drops."

Wow, that got him.  He turned bright red, even on his bare chest
and he got a little teary.  "Gee Sam, I'm really sorry.  I never
did that before, but I had to go so bad I couldn't even make it
to the men's room at the end of the pool."

I tilted my chair back.  I lit a cigarette.  I let him stew.
Then I offered a suggestion.  "Maybe you should wear a diaper."

I wasn't prepared for the effect that smart alecky remark would
have on him.  His mouth opened and he began sucking air like a
fish on the deck.  His right hand went to the crotch of his
shorts and he covered his hidden cock.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Did I hit a nerve?"

His mouth worked but he couldn't seem to get the words out.  Then
a bolt of lightening struck my brain.  You know that light bulb
over the head? Well it lit up.  "Hey does the word diaper have
some big meaning to you?"

He nodded slightly, the sweetie.  "Have you ever thought about
wearing a diaper?"  He nodded again and his chest moved in and
out with his increased breathing.

Now I used to fool around with a kid who liked to wear diapers.
That was a while back, but I still had a box of Pampers in the
supply closet.

"Wait here baby boy.  I have something for you."

He stayed just as I had left him when I returned with the
cardboard box with the word Pampers on it.  His eyes widened to
the size of saucers and his hand massaged his slighted tented
crotch.

"Would you like me to put a diaper on you, now."

He nodded vigorously and his eyes glazed over as if I had put him
in a trance.

I took his bare shoulder and steered him to the cot in the corner
and gently pushed him on his back.  I took a diaper out of the
box and tore off the paper and passed it close to his face.  He
was now making slight mewling sounds, sounds remembered from his
babyhood.  Shit, this was too cute for words.

I worked his bathing shorts off.  What was revealed was gorgeous.
His prick was small, but beautifully shaped, the smooth foreskin
fitting neatly to the end.  His pubic hair was sparse but glinty
golden blond.  Other than that, he was as smooth as...a baby.

I lifted his legs and pushed them back exposing his tight dimpled
ass cheeks.  I was really getting into this and my own big Samuel
was waking up and smelling the coffee.

I slipped the diaper under his butt and then brought it up and
onto his front and then pulled off the covering on each tab and
pressed them to his smooth boy skin.  He was almost purring with
pleasure.

"Kin I sleep now?" he said in his new baby voice.

"Sure, I'll slip in with you and cover ourselves for a nappy."

I closed my eyes and felt protective, a good feeling, especially
when his tawny head slid over and landed on my shoulder.  As soon
as he did that, I heard his breathing deepen and in one minute,
he was softly snoring.

I pulled his sleeping body against mine, wishing I didn't have my
clothes on, but still I could feel the warm.  It made me sleepy
too and I allowed myself to dive into an afternoon nap.

Something woke me up, I looked at the clock.  Only forty-five
minutes had passed.  Then it came back to me.  I had adopted a
baby and here he was bawling beside me.

"What's up Willie?"  Then I laughed.  Maybe it's his willie.  But
the kid was blubbering.

"I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I peed in the diaper."

This child was a pisser alright.

He started to ask me to change his diaper, he said, "D-d-d" I
think he wanted to say daddy.  "Okay, you can say Daddy.  Fuck, I
am like a Daddy, changing a wet diaper and all."

I slid out of bed and centered him on his back and pulled off the
diaper carefully.  It was brimming with his pale colored urine.
The smell was, thankfully, faint.  I bunched up the diaper and
dumped it into the kitchen garbage pail and grabbed a fresh
diaper and ripped off the wrapper.  On the way back to him I
dampened a paper towel with warm water at the sink and wiped him
off.  Next I got some dry paper towels and blotted him dry.  By
now he was purring like a kitten.  I guess I was doing good, but
when I tried to put the new diaper on, he stopped my hand and
looked at me with those blue, silky lashed eyes and said one
word, "Powder."

Oh shit, yeah, I forgot. And I did have a box of talcum I used to
use on my feet.  I sprinkled some on the palm of my hand and
patted his hips and between his silky thighs and rubbed it over
his little prick that had become hard as as steel.  But he was a
happy boy.

I fastened the diaper and then tucked him in with the blanket,
tight around him.  His mouth seemed to be in a pucker most of the
time and now he was moving his lips and looking at me pleadingly.

"You want me to kiss you?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded vigorously.

Well, I guess that's part of the routine.  I leaned down a
lightly pressed me lips on his but he put his arm around my neck
and pulled me into a hard kiss and then began to tongue my
tongue.  Hell, I was slipping in a passion from this kid's
fantasies.  I was really hard now and I began to need relief.  I
got an idea.


End Part One