From: an225037@anon.penet.fi (Baloo)
Reply-To: an225037@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 25 May 1995 05:52:06 UTC
Subject: Nappiness (Pedo, b/b)

           ********WARNING************
This is a paedophilic story about sexual contact between two boys.
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To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this story.

     ************   Nappiness by Baloo   ************

Peter was truly pissed off.  His parent had taken his little 
brother to see his aunt, and he had been left behind, just 
because of that incident with the vase.  Not only that, he had 
been given a list of shopping he had to do before he could even 
start to think about what he wanted to do that Saturday.  
Thankfully, all the stuff could be bought at the corner shop, so 
he had jumped on his bike and nipped down there as quickly as he 
could, after all, when you are eleven there are a million things 
to do.

He had finished the shopping, and was just fastening the 
overflowing carrier bag to the back of his bike, when Justin, his 
best friend since they had started nursey school, skidded to a
halt beside him.

'What you got there?' the new arrival inquired, following the 
question with a second, 'Want to ride into town?'

'Shopping, and I've got to get it back home before I do anything 
else.'

'OK, I'll come with you' replied Justin, 'What is that anyhow?'

'Nappies for my brother.' Peter reddened with embarrassment, four 
years old and his brother still wet himself. Other kid's brothers 
and sisters stopped that babyishness at two or three, but not 
his.

The two friends peddled home swiftly, and together carried the 
groceries inside.  Justin watched as Peter carefully put all the 
things into their proper places, and followed upstairs to watch 
the large packet of nappies be stored in the airing cupboard.  He 
reached over his friends shoulder to finger one in an open 
container, then lifted it out.

'Wow, they're big, aren't they.' He stated, holding the object 
aloft, then up against the front of his jeans.  Peter started 
giggling as he friend did a quick dance, nappy held in front of 
him.  The boy stopped, and looked quizzically at the garment.

'Think they would fit me?' he asked.

'Don't be stupid,' Peter replied, 'They're for little kids.'

'Yer, but they are quite big, and wouldn't it be neat to be able 
to take a piss anytime you liked, and not care?'

'Gross.'  was the reply, but Peter was thinking, he could not 
remember what it was like to piss in his pants, but he could 
remember the look of contentment on his brothers face every time 
he did it.  He fingered the next nappy on the pile,  there were 
lots of them, and he was sure his mother would not recall how 
many there should be. He picked the soft plasticy wad up, rose 
from his knees, and looked his friend in the eyes, just in case 
this was a wind up. There was no hint of joke there, only a 
slight, worried look, as if he was unsure of Peter's reaction.

'OK, lets just see if they fit.'

The boys went into Peter's bedroom, and sat back to back on the 
bed, still not sure of the other, and waiting to see who would 
make the first move.

'Who goes first?' Justin asked.

'Both together, on the count of three.'

'One...two....Three!'

Peter heard the zip on the other boy's jeans slide down, and 
pushed his tracksuit bottoms to his knees.  He felt Justin lift 
off the bed behind him, and followed, letting his briefs drop to 
join his trousers.  Quickly, to avoid his friend seeing him 
naked, he put on the nappy, sealing the plastic strips at the 
sides.  He was not a well built boy, nor was Justin, and the 
large garment fitted with only a little stretching.  It felt 
bulky and warm around his groin, and the thin padding behind, not 
designed to stop larger accidents, was soft and silky on his 
skin.  He turned to see his friend struggling to seal one side, 
not having had to cloth a younger brother as Peter had to do. He 
reached over to assist, taking a quick peek at the slightly 
exposed groin as he pulled the gaping sides together.

'Thanks, say, this feels weird!'

They gazed at each other for a few seconds, before collapsing on 
the bed in fits of giggles.  As their hands met, the boys started 
to wrestle, struggling back and forth to gain the upper hand, 
hindered by their legs encased in their trousers.  Peter 
eventually held his friend down, and an idea came into his head.

'I'm going to piss now, while you are my helpless captive!'

'Hang on, I've a better idea,' his immobile buddy quickly 
replied, 'lets go into town and have a piss in the shopping 
centre, with everyone looking at us!'

This was an audacious idea, stunning to Peter's young mind, but 
now it had been voiced, there was no backing out.  He got off, 
and pulled up his bottoms.  Being loose, there was little 
evidence of what he was wearing underneath, and when he let his 
long T-shirt drop down almost to his knees, the extra bulk was 
perfectly hidden.  Justin, however, was finding it impossible to 
fasten his jeans, they had been tight enough before, but now 
there was no way they would do up.  seeing the problem, Peter 
handed him a pair of sweat suit trousers, which were gratefully 
received.

Before they left the house, Justin suggested they drink as much 
liquid as they could, to prepare themselves for the adventure 
ahead.  Both boys forced down a couple of glasses of coke, until 
they could feel the cold liquid sloshing inside their bellies.  
Going outside, they climbed on their bikes, and headed in to 
town. It was funny, riding with that extra thickness of padding
between their bottoms and the saddle, and the thick block between 
their legs hampered peddling, and they had to work to prevent 
their knees sticking permanently outwards.  To both the boys, 
although they would not admit it to their friend, the soft 
padding rubbing against their pricks was an added excitement, and 
causing a certain amount of reaction in their private parts.

They screeched to a halt by the bike racks, and locked them to 
the metal rail.  Despite the fear and excitement the adventure 
was creating, neither boy was going to forget to secure his 
prized possession from thieves. Glancing at one another, checking 
the other was not going to back out, they walked, somewhat bow 
legged, into the covered shopping centre.  Unsure of themselves 
now, they looked at the computer magazines in one shop, and 
examined the new games in another.  Peter was reading the back of 
a game box, when he realised Justin was no longer beside him.  He 
looked round in fear, thinking his friend had left him in the 
lurch, but saw him standing outside the shop, behind two fat old 
ladies chatting away. Peter saw his eyes close, his shoulders 
relax slightly, and a dreamy look come over his features.  He was 
doing it!

He reached him just as his eyes reopened, and they looked at each 
other, a big grin on the now relieved boy's face, and Peter's 
bursting with questions he couldn't ask in the open.  He dragged 
Justin to a quiet corner, and hissed 'What's it like?'

'Great, they just stood there talking, and didn't know a thing!'

He wiggled his hips slightly, and reached a hand down to feel 
between his legs.  It has been great to stand by the two women 
and just let his piss flow, although he had had to really relax 
before it would come.  The urine had felt hotter than normal as 
it shot down the inside of his penis, and a warm glow had 
expanded through his body as the nappy filled.  Part was due to 
the warm liquid, but that had quickly been absorbed through the 
lining, mostly he thought it was because it felt so naughty, and 
no-one would ever know!  He felt slightly damp, and the nappy was 
more squidgy than soft between his thighs, but he still felt 
great! Peter had to try this!

'Go on, it's your turn, where are you going to do it?' he asked 
his friend.  Peter was unsure, partly because he was not happy 
with the answer Justin had given, he was sure there was something 
he was not saying, but mostly because he really didn't know.  He 
looked around for a place where he would not be seen, but Justin 
pointed over to a pick and mix sweet counter, where there was 
always a security guard looking suspiciously at any young kid who 
hung around.  The challenge had been made though, so over the two 
boys went.  Justin pretended to look over the selection, then 
picked up a bag and started to drop sweets into it.  The guard 
relaxed, which was more than Peter could.  

He was trying to relax his prick, which had hardened inside the 
nappy.  He had always had difficulty pissing with a hard-on, and 
in public it was even harder (both his cock and to piss!).  It 
was with a shock that he realised he had started, so hard had he 
been concentrating, the warm urine rising up his belly from his 
upright penis.  He was worried that it might leak over the 
elastic at the waist of the nappy, but to his relief, it was 
contained, and swiftly sank into the absorbent material. It was 
unnerving, to finish pissing as your friend paid for a bag of 
assorted sweets, people all around, but kind of neat too.  He 
felt himself stiffening again, hard little rod pressing into the 
soaked wadding.  His belly was still damp, so much for the claims 
that kids stayed dry in these nappies, perhaps he should write in 
and complain to the manufacturers!  The thought of what he would 
write made him start to giggle, and he pulled his friend back to 
the bikes, where he told him the source of his amusement.

'Yer, it does feel a bit damp down there, what do we do now?'

'Guess we go home and wash off,' Peter replied, accepting a sweet 
from the proffered bag.  The boys awquadly mounted their bikes, 
and started peddling home.  The way back was more uncomfortable, 
the saddles pushing the sodden nappies into their groins, 
squeezing the liquid back against their bodies.  Eventually they 
dismounted, and finished the journey by foot.

'Now I know why my brother cries after he wets himself.' Peter 
declared.  Just after pissing, the nappy, although heavy and 
damp, had been warm and felt good.  It was now getting cold, and 
was rubbing hard in most unpleasant places.  Justine agreed, and 
it was with relief that the boys reached Peter's home.

Peter led the way to the bathroom, and got out the things his 
mother, and sometimes he, used when changing his brother.  He 
looked uncertainly at Justin, as he said 'We better shower off, 
then I'll show you what we have to do or we'll get nappy rash!'

His friend shrugged, and stripped off his T-shirt, pulled off his 
shoes, and finally dropped the borrowed sweat suit bottoms onto 
the pile, to stand clad only in the nappy.  Peter followed suit, 
and climbed into the bath, indicating the other boy join him.  
Together they released the stick tape at each hip, and peeled off 
the wet garments.  They looked nervously at each others naked 
bodies, then Peter showed how to drop the soiled nappy into the 
disposal bin, pushing down hard on the handle to compress the 
mass into as small a space as possible.  As Justin reached over 
to get rid of his nappy, they touched at the hips, and each felt 
an unfamiliar shiver course through their bodies. 

Peter turned on the hand held shower, and started to wash down 
his front, letting the water massage his genitals.  Before he 
could stop it, his penis rose up, to stick out at right angles 
from his groin.  He looked up at Justin, cheeks turning red, but 
his friend just shrugged and pointed down at his own expanding 
organ.  Peter flicked the shower head to spray his friends groin, 
and together joined in a game of soaking each other, and much of 
the bathroom in the process.  Finally they collapsed, limbs 
entangled, in the bottom of the bathtub.

'What now?' asked Justin, his breathing short and excited.

'We dry off, and I'll show you what I have to do with Mark.'

Grabbing a large towel each, they dried themselves, and Peter had 
his friend lie back on the bath mat, heels nearly touching his 
buttocks, knees wide apart.

'You have to have this or you get burns from the piss.'  he 
stated, squirting baby oil on his palm.  Tentertivly he brought 
his hand down to the other boy's groin, and cupped it over his 
small prick and balls.  Finding no opposition to this intimate 
touching, he began to massage in the slippery oil, just as he did 
for his little brother.  Justin's penis became rock hard under 
his touch, the tip pushing free of the foreskin, reaching about 
three inches long, slim and great to touch.  Both his brother and 
he were circumcised, and it was strange to watch this expansion 
in another boy, particularly his best friend!  He slid his hand 
down, over the others bottom, taking care to spread the oil 
between those hot mounds.  As he touched the small dimple of his 
friends arse, he remembered the book that had gone round the 
school last term.  In it a man had pushed his finger inside a 
womans bottom, what would it be like to have his finger inside 
Justin?  Taking he courage in both hands (or one finger!), he 
pushed gently at the opening.  Justin gasped slightly, but opened 
his knees further, and Peter pushed inwards.  He felt his finger 
being clasped by his friends bottom, then he reached through the 
sphincter into what felt like a soft, open cavern.  He poked 
around in the hot boy, but could feel nothing recognisable.  As 
he lifted the finger up towards Justin's penis, he must have 
touched something important, as the boy shuddered, jerking his 
hips upwards, and his bottom held the finger in a vice like grip.  
Peter wondered for a second what they would do if he couldn't get 
his finger out, how would he explain that to his mother?  Then he 
friend went all limp, and his finger popped out.

Justin looked all dreamy, happy and loose, and it took Peter a 
minute to get him up.  He wanted to know what it felt like to be 
touched by another boy, and have a finger inside his bottom!  He 
lay back as Justin had, and closed his eyes as the other boy 
started to rub over his cock and balls.  God, this was heaven!  
So much better that doing it to himself!  With his friend, he 
never knew quite what the next caress would be, along his hard 
pole, over one or both of his balls, or down between his legs to 
his hole!  He looked down his body at his penis, it had got 
bigger than he ever remembered before, not quite as long as 
Justin's, but thicker, and it curved down towards his middle, so 
he could see the long dark line underneath it, throbbing gently. 
He closed his eyes again as Justin pushed his finger inside him, 
and felt the probing digit moving and pushing where nothing had 
moved or touched before.

'Peter..' Justin began, 'can I put my thing in your bottom? It's 
not much longer than my finger, and about the same around...'

This was a new idea to Peter, but the finger felt so good his 
friend could probably suggested pushing Blackpool Tower up his 
arse and he would have agreed.  As it was, he shrugged, and said 
'Go ahead, try it.'

He lifted his legs up over his shoulders as Justin positioned 
himself above his friend.  He lowered his hips, until the tip of
his hard, oiled penis touched to his friends hole, and pushed.  
It was harder to get in than his finger, and kept being pushed 
out, so he grabbed the shaft between his thumb and index finger, 
and used them to steady it as he lowered himself.  The thick band 
of muscle of Peter's bottom held his penis like a vice, pressing 
all round it in a way his fingers never could.  The tip of his 
organ pushed past the sphincter, and entered that hot, soft cave 
where his finger had been a short time before.  It felt nice, but 
the tight tunnel holding his shaft was what really felt great.  
He started to thrust with his hips rapidly, like his rabbits did 
when they covered the doe, and a wave of ecstasy began to course 
through his limbs, ten times better than the one a few minutes 
before.  For the second time that day he reached his boy climax, 
all the muscles of his body going ridged in on spasm, then 
collapsed limply on his friend's chest.

Peter was getting a bit cheesed off at Justin seeming to have all 
the fun, he had loved the finger probing him, and Justin's prick 
in his bottom had been good, but he still hadn't had one 
'shiver', and Justin had had two!  He slid from under his friend, 
and lay on top of the inert body, trying to find his friends bum 
hole with his hard cock.  It was more difficult than he had 
imagined, and had to keep getting off and repositioning himself, 
until finally he hit the target, and with a none too gentle 
thrust, rammed himself into the waiting arse.  It was the best 
feeling yet, and he copied Justin's earlier rabbit technique, 
going faster and faster until he felt the hot glow welling up in 
his groin, exploding through his stomach, chest and head, tailing 
off into the tips of his fingers and toes.  

He rolled off his friend's back, and said, giggling 'I think the 
oil is rubbed in enough now!'
There was an explosion of mirth from beneath Justin, and he 
turned to face Peter, 'What now?'

'I guess we powder each other and get dressed, unless you want to 
do anything else?'

'Read that some guys suck on each others pricks, but I'm pooped, 
how about we try that some other time?'

'Sure, if it's as good as the rest, we've go some experimenting 
to do!'

'Do you think we're gay?'

'Duno, but who cares, that was great, wasn't it?'

'Yer, where's the talc?'

They sat facing each other, rubbing talcum powder into the others 
body, where until today, no-one but their mothers had touched, 
and then many years before.  As they dressed, Peter was already 
making plans for a sleep over the next weekend, if he could avoid 
breaking any more vases.  Whether he would go pissing in public 
again he was unsure, but there were many more things he and 
Justin could do that avoided all that mess, and still have fun.  

Justin, however, was thinking along different lines.  Peter had 
not seemed all that keen on wearing the nappies, but for himself
he had loved the feeling of the warm piss on his body, and was 
looking forward to repeating the experience.  He could get Peter 
to nick a few more nappies for him, in return for more of the 
other games, and then... who knows what might happen?

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Thank you for reading this far.  I hope you have enjoyed the 
story, and if you have any comments, please send them on.  
Constructive critisim is always welcome.  Flames, well, I you 
have got this far and still want to flame me, go ahead, I'll 
ignore them anyhow, so you will have wasted yet more of your 
time.

Baloo.