Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2007 10:05:29 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Diaper Boy Takes a Job" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult/Youth

==I beg you guys who have stumbled on this story to leave if you are less
than 18 years of age.  This warning also directed to those of any age who
dislike gay porno.  All the rest of you nasty boys can stay.


This story was suggested by a friendly correspondent from Britain.  I won't
mention his name, but he knows who he is.

Thomas Grogan is seventeen years old; a grown up name for such a tender
age.  Poor Thomas is a fatherless boy; an only child of a mother who works
two jobs to keep them afloat.

He is rather shy, although his cute, good looks have attracted attention in
school from girls and even some boys who have that proclivity.  He has not
encouraged any of these advances.

Yes, he is good looking, even arresting looking, but not the rough manly
looks of male athletes or cover boys.  He is a bit short, 5' 7".  He is
slim, but not skinny.  His fine grained body skin glows with a natural tan
and his years of bicycling and skating have given him a gentle muscular
physique.  But it is his face that attracts attention.  He has large pale
gray eyes that seem to shimmer.  His unruly light brown hair tumbles over
his clear forehead to emphasize those eyes.  His nose is small, almost
childlike, but seems to perfectly fit with his moue of a mouth, uncommonly
red, as if lip sticked.

School was out for the summer.  He decided to find a job to help out at
home.  He scanned the job offers in the local paper.  One caught his eye.

	Stock boy needed for juvenile furniture and baby supply
         Store.  Must be over sixteen, 20 hours a week, $7.00
         An hour.  Apply to Mr.Webster at 777-5500.

The hours were attractive and the pay excellent, almost twice what he might
get at his age and experience.  He telephoned, He was a bit nervous and his
adolescent voice broke a few times as he tried to arrange for an interview.
Mr. Webster seemed pleasant and told the boy not to be afraid, that the
interview is simple.  Secretly, Webster already was predisposed by the
lad's phone call.  He had interviewed six boys already and none of them
filled his requirements.  They were too rough, or two aggressive.  He
wanted a nice well behaved boy.

Webster's good opinion was enhanced when Thomas appeared in person.  He was
wearing short white pants and a pale blue tee shirt, that made him look
younger than his years.  In addition, the boy's cute, appealing face and
innocence completely charmed Webster.

"You're hired.  Come tomorrow morning at 9:45 and I'll show you the stock
and your duties."  He held out his big adult hand and grasped Thomas' slim
soft hand and shook it gently.  Thomas felt a current pass through his
hand, a pleasant feeling and he smiled revealing even white teeth that
further charmed Webster.

Promptly at the appointed time Thomas tapped on the closed door and Webster
opened it, smiling in welcome.  "Come in son, I'll give you the royal
tour."

The address "son" was not lost on Thomas and it seemed to make him quiet,
perhaps remembering that he never had a father to call him that name.

"Over here is this wing of the store is our furniture, from youth beds to
cribs."

Thomas had never had a youth bed and his crib had been, according to his
mother, a dresser drawer.  He looked longingly at the beds and cribs.

Next the supply department.  Webster studied the boy carefully as he
pointed out diapers, rompers and other items like talcum powder and
ointments.  It was unmistakable that Thomas grew more wistful and
introspective.

Now Webster was a crafty old fox, well not so old, actually forty, with a
pleasant face, a rather unusually young face, as if he had never grown up.
He knew all about young men who longed to be babies again.  He knew they
were called diaper boys.  Diaper boys could be enjoyed sexually even if
they weren't gay.  He decided to cultivate Thomas and see how much into
this obsession he was.  "Our diapers are a the real cloth type, not those
silly disposable kind.  Baby's bottoms love the soft feel of real cotton.
Here, put out your hand.  Rub your hand on this diaper.  Doesn't that feel
wonderful."

Thomas put his young hand on the diaper that Mr. Webster was holding.  As
soon as he touched it he sighed deeply and became quite entranced.  He
passed his hand back and forth, his eyes closing involuntarily with the
voluptuousness of the sensation.

Webster looked down at the boy's pants.  There was an unmistakable bulge
there, a large bulge.  The boy must be hung like an ox.  He was holding the
diaper with one hand.  With the other he stroked the boy's cheek that had
become hot and flushed.  "I bet you would love to try on this diaper," he
said, risking being too forward, too soon.

"Oh yes Da....I mean Mr. Webster.  Please may I go in the men's room and
try it on, just so I can advise the customers, you know."

"No need to be shy, son.  We are both of the same gender.  I personally am
not embarrassed to be seen without my pants.  Just slip off your shorts and
then I'll show you how to fasten the diaper.  In that way you'll be able to
demonstrate to the customers."

Blushing violently Thomas slid off his white shorts, revealing that he was
naked underneath.  He turned slightly giving Webster a view of his
perfectly formed perky butt and his flat stomach.  No question, he had a
long penis, soft it hung about six inches.  It was uncut and was decorated
with a long foreskin.  Under it swayed a large ball sac.  The boy was
hairless except for a small patch of pubes above his penis.

"Come here.  May I call you Tom?"  The boy nodded vacantly, already
slipping into some sort of trance-like state.  "Lay here on the table."  He
helped him lay on his back.  Webster lifted the boys hairless, but strong
legs and slipped the diaper underneath, then brought it up and fastened the
two sides with a safety pin.  When he finished he stared down at the boy,
whose eyes were shut and his breathing even.  Webster realized that Tom was
falling asleep, he was so comfortable and feeling safe.  He leaned forward
and kissed the damp forehead.  "Okay Tommy boy, you take your nappy.  I'll
wake you soon."

It was close to the time the store opened.  He put a screen around the
table that Tom was on so that customers would not see him.  It appeared to
be a slow day, Wednesday so he had the opportunity of peeking at the
sleeping, beautiful teen, who's mouth was opened in heavy sleep.  Then
suddenly, as Webster watched, Tommy opened his eyes, and his face formed
into an intense frown.

"I'm right here.  Is something wrong?"

"I...I...think I have to go to the bathroom."

"You mean your pee pee is feeling like it wants to make water?"

"Yes Daddy."

"That is perfectly all right my baby boy, just press your pee pee and let
it come."

Thomas looked at him questioningly.  "Is it really okay.  I'll make the
diaper all wet."

"Yes it is fine.  Look I'll hold you on my lap and it will be easier."  He
helped the boy off the table and arranged him so that the boy's bottom was
between his legs.  He wished he had taken off his own pants, but this would
have to do.  "Now sweet baby, let your pee pee open up and your pissy pissy
come out."

He looked down at Thomas.  Thomas' face was in a furious frown.  "I can't
Daddy."

Webster rubbed Thomas' warm legs.  He began making hissing sounds.  Thomas
felt it right on his penis and in a moment he called out a long "aaah" as
his urine erupted from out of his long foreskin and into the absorbent
diaper.  Webster thought that the boy sure had a lot of piss in his bladder
as the diaper soon became soaked and dripping.  Next time he vowed to use a
rubber romper over the diaper for security.  But he was glad that Tom was
having such a good pee.  Finally the boy's face relaxed.

"All finished with pee pee Daddy.  But my touchy is wet."  His face began
to cloud up again.

"Don't worry.  I have a clean diaper waiting and a soft warm, wet clothe to
clean you."

He wiped the boy slowly, causing the boy's penis to rise from pleasure.
Thomas was embarrassed and tried to cover himself.  "Oh no, dear child,
that's fine.  If you wish, I can rub it so you will not have that big ol'
stiff feeling."  Thomas nodded vacantly.

Webster left the diaper off and put ointment around the scrotum first.
Thomas cooed in pleasure.  Then he rubbed the cute belly and finally
grasped the rampant organ, much to big for a baby and began a very gentle
stroking.  It must have been too gentle for Thomas, his mouth open in heavy
breathing grasped Webster's hand and pressed it tighter and moved it
faster.  "Oh, you little piggy boy, you want Daddy to really make you cum
like a big boy."

Thomas nodded vigorously.  Webster, his own prick cramped and hard in his
pants, began a steady, strong and faster wank, the ointment allowing his
hand to slide sexily over the boy's shaft.  Thomas began a low musical moan
as the feelings overwhelmed him, finally his youthful hips began to rise
and buck as he went into a fucking mode.  Webster smiled and allowed the
boy to pleasure himself and kept his cupped hand slightly open so the boy's
prick could slide back and forth.  Suddenly Thomas shouted a big boy's oath
as his orgasm overcame him.  "Oh shit, mister, I'm coming."

His piss slit opened and he shot forth a long stream of white fluid,
followed by an even larger stream.  His body was thrusting wildly as he
completed his orgasm.  When he finished, Webster wiped him off.  Finally
Thomas said, "I guess I'm fired now."

"No at all, but you had a big day.  I'll see you same time tomorrow...and,
if you can, don't have a movement."

Thomas almost moaned in anticipation.  "I won't Daddy.  I'll use the
diaper."  He got up on his tip toes and placed and wet kiss on the older
man's cheek and hastily left.

End

I am leaving the movement diaper for your imagination, or for another
story.