Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 07:34:29 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Pool Boy to Diaper Boy, Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult/Youth

The solution to my aching prick leap to mind when William said in
his new baby voice, "Hungry."

"How would you like some warm milk?"

He nodded yes and smiled.  He had those little teeth, the kind
that young boys had that were called first teeth, except his were
second teeth.  He was a natural little boy.

I zipped down the zipper on my shorts and pushed them and my
undershorts down my thick, muscular, hairy legs to my ankles.
His eyes opened in surprise, yes, but not fear.  His pouty lips
pushed out as if seeking the nipple and his eye lids lowered
sending his long lashes to rest on his cheek.

I took my cock, almost the size of a baby bottle and put the tip
against his baby lips.  Immediately his little tongue lashed out
and cleaned off the drop of pre cum there.  He hummed in pleasure
and opened his mouth further.  I slowly entered his hot mouth for
about a third of my bottle cock.  He suckled happily.  There was
something about his seeking sustenance from it and the way his
hungry mouth sought that protein that make this act supremely
lustful.  I was on the brink of orgasm from the start and I
squeezed my nails into my palm to forestall it.  I was moaning
from the effort as well as from passion.

It was overwhelming.  I couldn't hold on.  Just looking at that
face and that puffy mouth at work drove my senses to an early
ejaculation.

I held his smooth cheeks in both hands and lightly thrust back
and forth.  I was leaking almost as much as a full dress cum, but
then the real orgasm dwarfed the leaking.  I squawked out a
hoarse scream and flooded his mouth with my milk.  He drank
happily and avidly and swallowed my offering.  When I finished.
He closed his eyes and his face grew slack as he tumbled into
sleep.

I crossed the room shakily.  It had been a draining experience in
more than one way.  I sat on a chair and lit a cigarette.  A had
a problem.  I had engineered this boy, playing into his
proclivities and making them vividly alive for him.  He had
regressed as surely as if I had hypnotized him.  Was he stuck in
that stage?  I had no way of knowing.  I just had to wait out his
nap and see that condition he was in.  I hoped that the fourteen
year old cheeky William would be extant.

It was not to be, at least not yet.  I had been nodding off when
I heard baby yawls from the cot.  William was making agonized
yelps. I crossed the room and as I got closer, there it was, the
unmistakable smell of shit.  I'm not the best one to handle shit.
I hate picking up after my dog, but this sweetie couldn't be left
in such discomfort, and it was I who had steered him to this
state.

He looked up at me trustingly and lifted his legs to make it
easier.  I pulled off the tapes.  Luckily this was a very small
load and I was able to easily bunch up the diaper and throw it in
the garbage.  I cleaned him up, although he really wasn't dirty.

Then I lotioned his butt and noted that his cock was getting hard
from the attention.  My hand was greased with the stuff and I
gently shagged him.  Oh how he loved it, this greedy boy.  His
blue eyes rolled upward and his mouth grew slack.  I let my thumb
rub his cock head.  He was in full moan now and not a baby moan.
It was an eighteen year old boy's passionate sound.  His hips
began to rise and fall.  Billy boy was going to cum soon as his
face was screwed up in that pre cum look.

He opened his eyes and husked out, "Quick kiss me, I can't make
it without being kissed."

Well, everyone has their little kinks.  Now I love kissing so
this was no chore.  I leaned down and pressed four baby kisses on
his hot lips, but his hand on my neck pushed me hard and the kiss
was held and got hotter by the moment.

He grabbed my wrist.  I think he wanted me to slow my hand down
so he could enjoy it longer but it was too late for him.  He
emitted several loud grunts (very unbabylike) and each one
signaled the propulsion of a long stream of pearly essence over
his smooth silky belly and chest.  At last with a sigh and two
dribbles, he was finished.

I cleaned him up.

"I better get home, folk'll worry.  Had a great day.  Thanks."

Oh shit, I was getting the businesslike goodbye.  I was a little
annoyed but his next visit was in two days and I looked out of
the window and saw him skimming the pool.  I came out to see how
he was taking our adventure.

After I said hello, a strange faraway look came over his face.
He just held the skimmer pole and just stood there.

"I peeing.  Can you tell?"

"I told you not to do it on the grounds."

"No worry, I'm wearing a Depend.  O-o-o-h it feels so sexy and
wet and warm."

So what I had created was not a sexy young partner but a self
absorbed pee boy.  Oh well, there are some teens in the complex
that look to be likely candidates for my remaining supply of
diapers.

end of story