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Brief Diversion

I was on vacation when I saw him. Damn he was cute. I wanted him and was going to have him. He was standing on the corner looking lost and pathetic, lost pathetic and cute. It wasn’t that often that I found a boy this appealing who looked so available.

He couldn’t have been more than 14. I’d have bet anything that he was a runaway, or at least homeless. Perhaps he wasn’t a runaway, perhaps he’d been kicked out of his house. It didn’t matter to me.

He had light brown hair and eyes to match. His hair was just starting to look a bit ragged, as though he was a few weeks overdue for his regular haircut. He was slim and smooth. I doubted he had progressed into puberty far enough to have any body hair beyond a small patch of pubic hair. There was certainly no sign of hair growth on his smooth face. His skin was perfect.

He couldn’t have been away from home for more than a few weeks. I pulled up next to him and rolled down the window. He peered into my car expectantly, suspiciously, hopefully.

“Excuse me, son. Do you need a ride somewhere?”

“Uhh,” he hesitated. “Maybe, yeah. Do you know where I can find a place to stay.”

“Are you new in town?” I asked with a pleasant smile. I knew I made a good appearance. I was well groomed, well dressed, and had a pleasant face and smile. I had a look that made people, especially boys, want to trust me.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I may know a place. Hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”

“The boy opened the door. He quickly surveyed the inside of my car and then climbed in. He closed the door behind him and I started the car moving.

“You look hungry.”

“Yeah, I am, kind of.” He looked even younger sitting there next to me.

“I was on my way home for lunch. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure, I guess. If its not too much trouble.”

I looked him up and down and let him see me assessing his body. His reaction was about what I had expected, hoped for. My guess, my very educated guess, was that he’d provided sexual favors before for a meal and perhaps a few dollars. He had the manners of a boy who had given access to his cock for a blow job in exchange for things he needed. Not frequently, maybe a time or two since he’d been away from home.

I’d have bet money he was not yet experienced enough to know how to bring up the subject or to negotiate a price. His experience was sufficient to know that some men wanted to suck him and that if he let them they were sure to reward him in one way or another. Maybe with a twenty, or maybe with a place to stay and a meal. If he kept at this he would learn soon enough, but he didn’t yet know the value of his services or how to actively find customers.

All he knew so far was that if he was nice to a man he might get a blow job and a few bucks. We talked a little as we drove. There was no way I was taking this boy to my house, not with what I had planned. There was no chance of that though, as I didn’t live in this town. I was just here on vacation looking for a brief diversion and it seemed I had just found it. I had a little apartment here that I had rented anonymously a week ago on a weekly basis. It was well furnished, not too expensive but it had the basics. I had few personal belongings there and could abandon it quickly with little notice. It may be sparsely furnished but it did have the things I needed.

He said his name was Tim. I called him Timmy and he didn’t object or seem to mind. I doubted it was his real name but then I wasn’t going to use my real name either. It didn’t matter.

“Nice to meet you Timmy. My name is Aaron. Hey, this is it. It’s not much, just a little apartment but I have more than enough to eat and its comfortable. Come on up.”

“Thanks,” he replied, shutting the car door behind him and following me up the stairs to the second floor apartment.

He stood looking over my apartment. There was nothing out of the ordinary for him to see. Nothing that would raise alarm or suspicion. I could tell that the place was better than he was used to. He must be from a relatively poor background. My guess was a single mother, with a new boyfriend who wasn’t interested in having him around. Whether he left or was pushed out I hadn’t yet decided.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said cheerfully. “I was going to make cheeseburgers, I hope that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks mister.”

“You’re welcome, Timmy. But please, call me Aaron.”

“Sure,” he replied uneasily. He obviously wasn’t comfortable calling an adult by their first name. I wasn’t going to insist. I wanted him to feel comfortable and mister would do just fine. He sat on the couch.

“You’re a pretty good looking boy,” I said. He looked up at me and his eyes sparkling in spite of their hungry look. He smiled. Clearly he had learned how to encourage a man who was showing interest. He knew how to appear available or “interested”

“You have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”

“Ahh ....” he hesitated again. “No sir.”

“Damn. It’s hard to believe a boy as cute as you not having all the boys and girls after him. You could have your pick.” He smiled at the shameless flattery.

“What about men? All bet all the men want to get into your pants?” Timmy blushed. He’d obviously received attention from a few men but clearly didn’t know how to comfortably respond to such direct suggestions. My bet was he had always waited for the man to make the first move.

“You ever had a blow job?” Timmy’s fair skin reddened a bit. The look on his face answered yes for him.

“How much do you charge to let a man give you a blow job?” I asked him without hesitating. I looked directly at him making eye contact, waiting for an answer.

“Umm... Whatever,” he finally replied. “I don’t know really, I never thought about it.”

“Oh, come on, Timmy. A boy as good looking as you? I can’t believe you’ve never had a man pay to give you a blow job.”

“It’s not really like that,” Timmy answered shyly. I’d gone far enough and let it go. I put two plates on the table. Each had a large cheeseburger and a scoop of potato salad. The boy ate his hungrily. As I ate mine I watched him eating his.

He looked satisfied, content as he finished eating, almost happy. I finished my food, cleaned the table. I looked the boy over again. He looked good but it was obvious that it had been a few days since he’d had a shower and cleaned up.

I looked at Timmy until he made eye contact. “Looks to me like you could use a shower,” I suggested.

“Naa that’s ok mister. But thanks.”

“I’m not trying to be mean or anything, Timmy. But your clothes are pretty dirty and you don’t smell very good.”

He looked at me for a moment as if trying to decide if he trusted me, as if trying to decide if I was being concerned and friendly or if I was acting the pushy parent. He would tolerate the former but not the latter.

“Well, it’s up to you. I have a nice shower. It never runs out of hot water, its great actually. If you change your mind just let me know and I’ll get you a clean towel. I can even throw your clothes in the washer while you’re in the shower.”

“I don’t have anything else to wear,” the boy answered.

“Yeah, I figured as much. That’s why I thought you might like a chance to shower and get your clothes washed.”

“Thanks mister, but I don’t really want to run around naked while my clothes are washing.”

I looked at Timmy and gave him a wry smile. “Maybe not, but I’d love it.” I raised an eyebrow at him and winked. He couldn’t help but smile. He knew I was hot for him. Boys his age and in his situation always enjoyed positive attention from a man. It was like they needed it, wanted it. It made it that much easier to get into their pants. All you really had to do was tell them how hot they were, how good they were, and how much you wanted them, and they were yours.

I knew what the issue was. Timmy was the first boy I’d brought to this apartment and would probably be the last but he wasn’t the first boy I’d brought home. He wouldn’t mind me sucking his cock. He wouldn’t even mind getting naked with me, or for me. What he didn’t want was to be without any clothes. It was a security thing. If I had his clothes he wouldn’t be able to leave if things went bad. He wasn’t going to give up the security of having his clothes. He didn’t trust me that much.

“I have just the solution,” I said. “I’ll bet you wear a size 14.” This wasn’t the first time I’d encountered this situation and since my only reason for having this apartment was to have a place to bring a boy I was prepared for such foreseeable circumstances. I had one pair of new blue jeans and one pair of boys plain white cotton briefs in each size from 8 to 18. I went into the bedroom and came back with a nicely folded pair of jeans in his size and a pair of size 14 briefs.

“If it makes you more comfortable you can wear these until yours are clean and dry. They’re brand new.”

Timmy looked up at me, unsure what to do now. I could see he wanted the shower and to have his clothes washed. What he was concerned about was feeling he was obligated to me.

“It’s really ok, Timmy. When I was your age I had a few men who did the same for me. I can’t pay them back except by passing on the good deed. They’re yours if you want them. You can keep them. The shower’s right over there.”

That was it. I had him. He wanted and needed the extra clothes, the new clothes, as much as he needed the shower. He accepted the jeans and underwear and took them into the bathroom with him. I heard the water start and a moment later he cracked open the door and handed out his dirty clothes. I carried them to the little laundry nook off to the side of the kitchen. I caressed the front of his now empty jeans that still held his shape. They smelled of road dirt and boy sweat. I tossed them in the washer with some liquid detergent and a touch of color safe bleach. I tossed his shirt and socks in with them. I was about to start the washer but then thought better of it. I would wait until the boy was out of the shower.

I still held his underwear in my hands. They sure looked appealing. Probably the one’s he’d left home in. I felt myself getting hard. Just what I liked, white cotton briefs. I hated the boxers that so many of the boys wore these days. These briefs still looked to be in relatively good shape and would last the boy for awhile yet. They must have been washed more recently than when he’d left home but they were in need of another washing. I held them up in front of me to get a better look.

Just as I thought, size 14. What a perfect size for a boy. The only thing better than a slightly soiled pair of size 12 or 14 boy briefs was the boy that fit into them. I could see a little pee stain in the front where he had no doubt dribbled a few times after urinating. I held them up, sniffed, and instantly felt light headed. I loved the smell of boy’s underwear, especially if there was a bit of dried pee in them. I turned them inside out and searched the inside. I was slightly disappointed that there seemed to be no cum stains but there was a light skid mark going from the crotch up to the seat. I held them to my nose again and inhaled deeply. God that was good. They shouldn’t be washed with the colored clothing but there wasn’t enough for a second load.

On second thought it would be a shame to wash such a wonderful fragrance out of these briefs. I walked back to the bedroom and put them in the top drawer of my night stand. The briefs came in packages of three and I still had two more new briefs in size 14. I took another new pair from the closet. He certainly wouldn’t mind trading his used scented pair for a new pair. I could buy new size 14 white cotton boy briefs all day long but it wasn't that easy to find a boy to wear them for a few days for me.

It seemed the boy was in the shower forever. I guess it was actually about half an hour. I was here from out of town on "vacation" and there was no need to call anyone. I had the rest of the month off work. I thought for a moment and then called the real estate agent who had arranged the furnished rental for me and informed him I would be vacating at the end of the week. When I heard the shower stop I started up the washing machine.

It was another ten minutes before the boy emerged from the bathroom. Steam still poured out of the door when it opened. He came walking out wearing just the blue jeans and the briefs. There was no belt and the jeans sat low enough on his hips that I could see the white cotton briefs. I could also see his smooth flat hairless belly.

God, he was hot enough I could have jerked off just at the sight of him. All clean, hair wet, tapered waist, not a hair in sight except on his head. I’d have been willing to bet his pubic hair was nothing but a small patch at the base of his cock and that his balls were as hairless as his arm pits. His shoulders and chest where narrower than his hips and just starting to show a bit of muscle growth. His stomach was smooth and flat without an ounce of fat but also without any visible muscle definition. The blue jeans sat on his hips just right so that the top of his underwear was visible, but yet they were neither big nor baggy.

He couldn’t have fit into a smaller pair. They fit perfectly, even snugly at the hips and crotch. You could see just enough of his bulge to tell that it didn’t yet deserve to be called a bulge. I knew when I got his pants off I would find that his genitals were barely starting to develop.

The belt line of the blue jeans was about two inches bigger than his waist, making it so I that could look and inch or two down his pants. Oh how I wanted him. His waist was much narrower than his hips. I could only imagine how it would feel to be inside him. He had to be tight. He may have had his dick sucked half a dozen times, less was my guess. But I’d have bet everything he still had a virgin boy hole.

I smiled at Timmy and walked into the kitchen where I took two beers from the refrigerator. “Let’s watch a movie while your clothes are washing” I said, handing Timmy one of the cans.

I popped open my beer and sat on the couch. Timmy opened his, sat at the table and took a small sip.

I patted the couch next to me. “Come on, you like movies don’t you?” He looked so cute only half dressed.

“Sure,” Timmy replied and joined me on the couch. He was mine and I knew it. As long as I didn’t get rough or weird I had him. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to proceed, whether I wanted to talk to him about sucking his dick or if I wanted to just give it a few minutes and then put my hand in his crotch and start fondling him.

It wasn’t really a strategic decision, either one would work just fine. It was just a matter of preference, which I would find more enjoyable at this particular moment. I flicked through the channels until I found something he was obviously interested in and left it there.

“You ever smoke pot,” I asked. He looked up at me, obviously a bit nervous at the question as if suddenly wondering if I was a cop or ready to give him a lecture. He clearly wasn’t used to an adult asking him about pot smoking except perhaps in the context of the anti drug crap they pushed on the kids at school these days. He was unsure how to answer, still wondering perhaps if he needed to pretend to be a good kid.

While he was wondering I produced a joint from the drawer of the table at the end of the couch. “I like to smoke a bit of pot from time to time,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, that’s ok mister.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“You like it?” I asked, studying his face.

“Sure, its ok.” I lit the joint and took a hit before passing the joint to Timmy. His hesitation gone, Timmy took a long hit. I could tell he’d been lying. He’d clearly smoked pot more than a few times. He passed the joint back and I took a second hit and then passed it back to him.

The pot was really good stuff and the two hits were all I needed. I didn’t really want to get wasted. I just wanted a nice buzz to enhance the sex I knew was coming. I didn’t really hit on the joint after that, just pretended to take hits before passing it back. Timmy took three more good hits and I knew he would be pretty high. He just held the joint as though he had forgotten to pass it back but was no longer interested in smoking more. I took it from his fingers and dropped it into the ashtray. This stuff was great for making kids horny as hell. Shit it always made me horny as hell and really enhanced sexual pleasure.

Timmy sank back into the couch and stared at the movie that was playing on the television.

“Do you like getting your dick sucked, Timmy?”

“Oh yeah,” Timmy replied with a grin.

“Then I guess today will be a lucky day for you.”

“Really,” he asked, as though he didn’t understand what I was talking about.”

“Sure it is since you like getting your dick sucked. I’m a really good cocksucker. I’ll suck yours if you want.”

“Ummm, sure,” Timmy responded, pulling his eyes from the movie and looking at me. “You want to suck my dick?”

“Of course I do. Who wouldn’t want to suck off a cute boy like you.”

Timmy smiled. “Go ahead then, mister. I don’t mind.”

“I’d like it better if we could kiss some first. Do you like kissing?” My experience was that most boys loved kissing once you got them started, but that few of them were interested in kissing a man. I expected that it would have been the same for Timmy were it not for the marijuana but that right now he was so horny he was up for anything. I was right.

“Mind if we kiss for awhile first?”

“Sure, its ok with me.”

I gently pulled Timmy over next to me on the couch. It felt so good to touch him. His body was both firm and soft at the same time like boys were supposed to be. He smelled so good. The shower had left him clean and fresh but had left behind that smell of boy.

I ran my fingers through Timmy’s damp hair and then down his body, I felt shivers of electricity as I touched him. I had to put my hands on his waist, I had to feel it. So firm, so lean and the skin was so soft. I brought my face to his and our mouths met. His lips were soft and willing. His mouth yielded to mine, he opened to my tongue. His taste was so good. My tongue explored every inch of his mouth. I could feel his will give way to me as he put his arms around me and soon he was kissing me back. letting me suck his tongue into my mouth.

I pulled him over onto me, my hand rubbing across his butt, up and down the back of his legs. He was climbing on me now as if he wanted more. So hot, so erotic. I could feel his boner pressing into my stomach, crying for attention. I could have stayed locked with him like this for an eternity and been happy, but there were parts of him I still wanted to explore.

He was sucking onto my face and clinging to my body like a leach. It may have been because he was stoned, but I didn't care. Having a boy this hot clinging to me as though he couldn't get enough of me, wanting me, desiring me was pure bliss. I managed to pry my lips from his and I turned him around until he was leaning or sitting with his back to my chest.

I nibbled at his neck while my hands explored the front side of the boy. First I caressed his belly, then his chest. It seemed to drive him wild when I rubbed his nipples, then down, his thighs, his crotch up under his balls, cupping his small package through the jeans. Rubbing, massaging, feeling his stiff little boner straining at the jeans.

I reached inside his pants and played with his balls and his boner through the underwear. His dick was stiff and about the size of my thumb. I was sure it was going to be every bit as nice sucking on it as I had imagined.

Finally I started unbuttoning his jeans. I pulled down the zipper and started to slid them down. He was still wearing the briefs but I was in no hurry to take them down too. I loved boys in white cotton briefs. I loved watching and feeling their boner inside the underwear. I would get inside his underpants soon enough. There was no reason to rush, he was showing no signs of cooling off or losing interest.

I hadn’t felt a boy this good for months. There had been others but not as good as Timmy. I felt good too, the best I had in months. I hoped Timmy was enjoying this as much as I was. He sure seemed to be.

Then I had him down on the floor. I slipped his underpants down just enough to let his little boy boner free of the fabric. I tasted it, licked it, and then I took it into my mouth. From that time there was no going back. I was glad I had not rushed things. I put my own hand into my pants and started jerking off as I sucked on Timmy’s hard dick. Then I was coming and he was coming. His seed was so sweet, it had that boy flavor that I so love. My cum shot into my underwear. I swallowed every bit of his.

I took Timmy up into my arms and laid him on the couch where he fell asleep. I was planning on having him spend the night but now there was no need to ask. It was late afternoon and he was already asleep. When it was time to put the clothes in the dryer I carried him to my bed and laid him out on the bed with his new underwear covering his now soft dick.

I put the clothes in the dryer and checked on Timmy. He was out and wouldn’t be waking soon. I left the apartment locking the door behind me. Half an hour later I was back with a few things for him and he was still sleeping soundly. When he had slept an hour I woke him only to discover he had wet the bed.

I got him out of bed and gave him a few minutes to wake up. I didn’t mention the bedwetting but Timmy seemed to know and was embarrassed. He seemed so troubled by wetting the bed that I finally had to say something.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Timmy. Its no big deal,”

“I’m so sorry, mister. I don’t know what happened, I never wet the bed anymore. I haven’t done that in years, I thought I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. I’m sorry.”

“It’s no big deal, really. Lots of guys wet the bed. It’s probably just that you felt so safe and comfortable and hadn’t slept so soundly in awhile.”

“Mister, I’m really sorry.”

“What are you so worried about? I told you it’s ok.”

“Really? You’re not mad?”

“Not at all, Timmy. Check this out, come here and check this out.” Timmy followed me into the bedroom and I pulled up the edge of the sheet and showed him that I had a plastic cover on the mattress.”

“What’s that for,” Timmy asked, sounding embarrassed.

“Come on, Timmy. You’re a bright kid. You’ve seen plastic mattress covers before. They are for just what happened. To protect the bed in case someone wets the bed.”

“Yeah, I know.” Timmy blushed. “What I mean is why do you have one on your bed.”

I looked at Timmy, trying to decide how to reply and then said, “Same reason anyone has one.”

“Are you still going to let me stay the night?”

“Of course I am. Don’t worry about it.”

“Even after I pissed in your bed?”

“Sure, that’s what the mattress cover is for.”

“My mom and her boyfriend used to hit me when I wet the bed. Why aren’t you mad. Do you wet the bed too?” Timmy asked, looking up at me with a puzzled look

“What if I do. Did you think only kids wet the bed?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“I’ll tell you a secret if you promise to keep it a secret and not laugh.”

“Ok.”

“You guessed right. I have that mattress cover because I have a bedwetting problem. I’ve had it since I was a kid and it’s never stopped. But the mattress cover is just in case of leaks. I wear diapers to bed. So I guess now I should ask you, do you still want to stay the night.”

“Yeah, I guess so, if its ok.”

“Sure it is, that is if you don’t mind that I wear a diaper to bed. Some kids might think its kind of strange and I’d been wondering what you would think when it was bedtime. Honestly I was a bit embarrassed and worried what you might think when you found out. I hope you’re ok with it.”

“Sure, it’s ok with me, mister.”

I was going to enjoy this. The truth was, I had the waterproof mattress cover and wore diapers to bed because it turned me on. I like to pretend I was a 14 year old boy who still wet the bed. I wouldn’t really need to do that if I had a real live 14 year old bedwetter sleeping with me. On the other hand that too could be a nice fantasy, I could still pretend I was a 14 year old bedwetter having a sleep over with a friend who was also a 14 year old bedwetter.

Damn that sounded like fun. Almost enough to make me forget my other plans, or at least put them off for a few days.

Timmy looked at me impatiently. “So, why do you have a bedwetting cover on your mattress?”

It was then I realized he and I hadn’t really had the entire conversation about bedwetting and diapers. I was just playing it through in my mind. He was still wondering why I had a bedwetting mattress cover. I thought maybe I would handle it differently.

“It’s just in case of accidents. Good thing I had it too.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Sorry mister.”

“Hey that’s ok, Timmy. Like I said, its in case of accidents. But its not really meant to handle much.”

“No I guess not,” Timmy replied.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you Timmy, but if you are having a problem with bedwetting it would probably be best if you wore a diaper to bed tonight, that is if you don’t mind.”

“Huh, you want me to wear a diaper to bed?”

“Yeah, sure, why not. I have some in your size and it’s better than wetting the bed.”

“Why do you have diapers in my size? Isn’t that kind of strange?”

“Maybe, but I like to be prepared for things. I have boys stay over quite a bit and I have found that its really quite common for boys your age to wet the bed. They don’t like to talk about it though. They all think its just them and they get embarrassed about it just like you did. But most of them do it, most of them wet the bed. I’ve found it’s just less embarrassing for everyone and less messy if they wear diapers to bed. Its pretty much a regular thing now for the boys that sleep over to wear diapers.”

Timmy looked at me skeptically. “You’re kidding, right? You don’t really know any other kids my age that wet the bed or wear diapers and you don’t really have any diapers my size.”

I looked at Timmy with a kindly smile. “I’m not kidding at all, Timmy. It’s true. But if you don’t want to wear a diaper to bed that’s ok with me. I don’t mind so much waking up with a boy in a wet bed, so long as the mattress is protected.”

“Eww,” Timmy said.

“Whatever makes you most comfortable. I guess you should ask yourself, would you be more embarrassed wearing a diaper to bed or more embarrassed pissing on me in your sleep.”

“Ok, ok,” Timmy said, “Can we just talk about something else. I’m still kind of embarrassed right now cause I pissed the bed. Just ask me at bedtime if I want a diaper or not. It will be easier to figure out if you ask me later.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“You mind if I have another shower?”

“No, go right ahead.”

When he was out of the shower I had another meal prepared. He was dressed again in the same new jeans and underwear which suited me fine. We ate and talked about Timmy spending the night. After eating we watched a couple movies, drank a couple beers and snacked on chips.

Timmy started to open up and tell me about things at home and about how and why he had left 2 and a half weeks ago. He even told me about his experiences since leaving home. It turned out I was right, he had turned 14 years old about 4 months ago. I told him he was very brave leaving home at that age.

Part of the time that evening we watched the movies and part of the time we talked. I could tell that Timmy's hunger involved more than just an empty stomach. He was hungry for attention and affection. Hungry for someone to talk to and hungry for someone to listen to him.

His sexual experiences consisted mostly of masturbation. Other than that he’d been involved in a circle jerk with some buddies when he was 13. Since he left home and before he ran into me he’d had two sexual encounters. Both with men who had picked him up hitchhiking. The first had given him a ride and taken him to where he was wanting to go. Before he dropped him off he’d asked, “How about a feel for the ride.”

“Sure,” Timmy had answered without thinking, grateful for the ride and not really understanding what the man was asking. He was a bit surprised when the man reached over and started rubbing and squeezing his crotch. He got a boner very quickly and then the man had asked him if he’d ever had a blow job.

Timmy laughed as he explained that he hadn’t even known what a blow job was but had said "yes" and then had said "yes" again when the man offered to give him one. He said it wasn’t very good compared to the blow job I had given him.

He said it all happened in the car on the side of the road and he’d quickly squirted in the mans mouth and that seemed to be what the man wanted. The man then gave him $20 and drove away. The second man had simply asked him if he wanted to make $10. “Sure,” he’d replied and the man said he would give him $10 if he could suck his dick. Again it all happened in a car on the side of the road. He let the man suck his dick, the man paid him $10 and that was the end of it.

It turned out that Timmy had never even seen a pussy and never kissed a girl much less had any kind of sex with one.

“Take my word for it, Timmy. No girl or woman can give as good a blow job as a man can. Forget everything else if you want but remember this. The sexiest thing in the world is a boy who is not yet old enough to shave. A boy like you. They are the absolute best for sex. The other thing to remember is that men my age give the best blow jobs. We have the qualifications. Do you know what it takes to give the best blow jobs?”

“No, what?”

“First you need to have a dick, or at least have had a dick. You can’t learn to give a good blow job if you’ve never had one. That’s why women and girls can only give second rate blow jobs. The second is practice and experience. Boy’s have dicks but it isn’t until they are older than they have enough practice and experience at giving blow jobs to give the best.”

Timmy smiled. I turned off the television and took him to bed. “You still think I should wear a diaper to bed?” Timmy asked.

“It’s up to you, Timmy. But yes, I think we would both be more comfortable that way. You wouldn’t have to worry about wetting the bed and neither of us would end up sleeping in a soaked bed.”

“Ok, then. I’ll wear one if you really want. But you can’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll never say a word. But I thought maybe we could play around a bit first.”

“Sure,” Timmy grinned.

Timmy took his pants off. I laid him out on his back and started kissing him and feeling him up through his underpants. I’d had him once already but I wanted more. He was hard in seconds.

“Have you ever been fucked by a man,” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Hmmm, I don’t think so, what’s that?”

“I’ll show you,” I said and slipped his underwear down. I pushed his legs up until they were on his chest and had him hold his legs up with his arms as I buried my face in his clean 14 year old ass and started rimming him.

Timmy squirmed with pleasure. At times he couldn’t take it as the sensations were too intense and I had to back off. Slowly I got him used to being rimmed and started tongue fucking his cute little boy hole. I had one hand on his dick and occasionally stroked it.

Then I was ready, he was ready. I reached over to the night stand and got the tube of Vaseline. He didn’t understand what was coming as I greased up his small firm butt. When he finally realized what I was doing it was too late. He screamed as my cock invaded his boy hole. I went easy and gently but still he screamed. He screamed until I had my cock pushed in past his sphincter. I paused and he calmed down and stopped screaming.

He was begging me to stop, to pull out, but I just kept telling him it was ok. Then I started again and he continued screaming as I pushed deeper into him. He begged me to stop but I ignored him and kept pushing. I was able to keep pushing until I had every bit of my stiff cock inside him. I was impressed and pleased.

There have been more than a few grown men who couldn't take my entire cock up their ass. It’s not really a matter of being willing it is a matter of anatomy. Some men and boys have room and some do not. In some there is a sharp turn in their intestines too close to allow my whole dick inside them. Sure I could push it in with force but they would end up with internal injuries, sometimes fatal injuries.

Finally I was in up to my balls. I stopped and held there letting him get used to the feel of me inside him. The first couple minutes if I so much as twitched he screamed. I was in no hurry. Just having my cock inside his warm boy butt was enough to keep it hard.

I was content to remain like that for several minutes, until I could finally tell he was accustomed to having me inside him. His own dick had gone soft and shriveled up. I liked that. I slowly started to thrust in and out, gradually picking up the pace. He was moaning, and it seemed to be more in pleasure than pain.

I continued fucking him for quite awhile. Then suddenly his tight little boy hole began to twitch and contract and he was shooting seed out onto his own belly. His twitching and contracting took me over and I was shooting too, filling his sweet boy ass with cum. His orgasm finished before mine and as soon as it was done his butt and prostate became hyper sensitive. He started screaming again but I could not stop until I had shot the last of my load deep into his ass.

He was one of the best fucks I’d ever had and I just lay on him with my softening dick still inside him. I could feel him relaxing, I could feel him starting to slip into sleep. I pulled out of him and he put his legs down.

He was just closing his eyes when I reached over into the drawer of the night stand a second time. I grabbed a single use foil pack out of the drawer and ripped the top off, pulling out a single sheet of something that looked like a diaper wipe but was soaked with ether. I reached up and held it tightly over his nose and mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at me in surprise. Before he could struggle he was unconscious.

I briefly thought that if he were awake he would find out what the plastic cover on the bed is really for. That’s when I decided he should know.

I stripped off the sheet, slid a cloth absorbent pad between him and the plastic cover and then secured him to the bed in several places. I wanted him awake but I also wanted him quiet. I gagged him, washed his genitals and then retrieved the syringe. His balls were small, maybe number 4 or 6 on an orchidometer. He was just entering into stage 3 of puberty. I gave each of his balls an injection of a local anesthetic.

There was no need to shave him, he had no hair on his scrotum and the little bit of pubic hair he did have was not going to cause any problem. I scrubbed down his genital and pubic area once again with antiseptic and waited for him to come around. I wanted him to know what I was doing. Then, just as he was coming around I changed my mind. He was not awake enough to do anything but swallow the water I gave him to wash down the pill.

Then I gave him another whiff of ether followed by an injection that would keep him knocked out for several hours. I decided it would be more fun to let him figure it out.

There was no point in drawing it out. Yes I would enjoy performing the castration, but I would be the only one enjoying it. Timmy wouldn’t get to enjoy it until later.

It was amazing how limp his body was. He didn’t even register when I pricked him with a needle. I went into the closet and retrieved my other surgical instruments. I had a full kit, at least as full as could ever be needed for such tasks as this.

I thought briefly about giving the boy a penectomy as well, a complete nullification, then decided against it. No, not this time sweet little Timmy. I’ll let you keep that nice little penis of yours since it hasn’t really started to grow yet.

Just as the scalpel touched his scrotum I changed my mind again. It would take some time to set up but I had a portable kit for laparoscopic surgery. Why not, it would be fun. I was feeling mischievous. I took the time and trouble to do the extra set up. The hole was so small, so hard to notice.

It took a bit longer but soon I had removed his testicles a bit at a time and sucked them out of his scrotum. It was such nice work. It didn’t even take a stitch to close the hole. Just a dab of surgical glue and he was all patched up.

I put a small bandage on just as a precaution. I gave the boy, Timmy, or whatever his real name was another injection, this one an antibiotic and then, just as I had suggested, securely diapered him. Again I changed my plans. I couldn’t remember if it was for the second or third time that night.

I was planning on taking him to one of the big hospitals in town, putting him into a wheel chair, finding an empty bed and leaving him there, diapered, to wonder what was going on when others saw him, woke him and wondered the same thing. That seemed like so much fun. Then again, what was the point. I wouldn’t be there to see the fun and it did involve a bit of risk. The risk of being seen. Of course I would wear a disguise, but why take the risk.

In the end I decided not to do that. I put myself into a diaper and spent the night cuddling up to the cute 14 year old diapered boy who’s balls I’d just taken. It was so cosy and comfortable, but I didn’t count on how worked up I would get. I was finally ready to sleep but couldn’t. Then I did finally manage to get to sleep after jerking off into my diaper.

When I woke in the morning he was still out. I figured he would be awake soon. I took the time to go around the apartment and take everything that wasn’t rented out to my car. I then cleaned up all evidence of my being there, quite completely.

The night before I’d gone out and bought the boy a backpack. Now I set out his new jeans and new underwear, clean socks and a shirt. I looked at his shirt and then folded it up and stowed it in his pack with his old clothes. I had a new shirt that would be just his size and would look great on him. Hell, he’d been great and was worth a new shirt. I knew he’d like it.

I had every thing packed. The only thing left was the things in his pack and what I would be leaving behind. I put breakfast on the table and then woke him.

Timmy woke up sleepily but smiling. He had no idea I’d taken his balls. He climbed out of bed and only then realized he was wearing a diaper. I could see his face starting to turn red. “

Hey, buddy, don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you a secret if you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Sure, what is it,” he answered. I saw him take a step and wince.

“I wore diapers to bed last night too. I’ve had a bed wetting problem since I was younger than you.”

“No fooling?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” I walked over to Timmy and held him close to me. He seemed to like that. “Tell you what, lets see if you needed them.” I reached my hand down into his diaper and could feel that they were wet.

“Turns out that those diapers were a good idea. You want a couple extras to take with you?” I could see his face fall, a look of disappointment. He’d known better but I could tell at just that moment that sometime while he’d been here he had let himself hope that it might last awhile.

“Like I said, don’t worry about those diapers right now. Lets eat and afterward we can get you cleaned up.”

Timmy looked cute sitting at the table eating breakfast in just his diapers. He looked especially cute to me knowing that inside those diapers he didn’t have any balls. I thought for a moment of keeping him awhile but then reminded myself of the complications that would bring.

We ate. He was feeling kind of sore and I am sure he thought it was from being fucked the night before. The fact was he was probably more sore from being fucked that he was from losing his balls. It was perfect. He would never suspect anything was wrong until he actually started feeling around in his empty scrotum. He didn’t seem to mind having been fucked, and I could tell he would have gladly let me fuck him as often as I liked if I would have been willing to take care of him. But such was not in the cards.

I told him that his butt would be feeling better by tomorrow, that it only hurts like that the first time or two and after that it is mostly pleasure. He raised an eyebrow and made a face that clearly said that he was willing to be polite and pretend to believe me but that in truth he had serious doubts.

I suggested that, considering his tender butt this morning that it would be best if he let me taken him out of his diaper, clean him, shower him, and dress him. That by then it would be time to leave and I would drive him wherever he wanted to go.

Timmy’s ass was just sore enough that he didn’t argue. Though before we were done eating I saw him get a surprised pained look on his face. He stood up suddenly and before he could even move towards the bathroom or even think about taking off his diaper his bowels let go and he filled his diaper. The look of surprised embarrassment on his face was priceless.

“Forget it. They are for that too. We’ll clean you up after breakfast.” The look on his face as he sat back down in his shit filled diaper was every bit as surprised and embarrassed as it had been when he filled them but yet it was totally different.

After we finished eating I took Timmy into the bathroom and started the shower running. I stripped down myself as it was warming up. When it was at the right temperature I started taking Timmy’s diaper off. I wiped his butt up just enough to keep anything from falling or dripping onto the floor and then climbed into the shower with him.

I rinsed him down and washed him. There was no bleeding from the keyhole incisions. They were slightly puffy but that would be gone by the end of the day. The day after there wouldn’t even be a red mark. I had him bend over and I checked his ass. His cute little boy hole was a bit stretched but otherwise fine.

God how I wanted to keep this boy. I decided I had better get him out of there and get rid of him quickly before I changed my mind. “You want another diaper,” I asked as I was drying him off.

“Hmmm, no thanks. I don’t exactly want to go walking around wearing a diaper all day.”

“It might be a good idea. Besides, the only people that are likely to notice are those who think its cool, who get turned on by a boy in diapers. You might catch the eye of a nice gentleman.”

“Yeah, right. What would I do if I had to use the bathroom, you know, more than just pee?”

“My point exactly. Right now your butt is kind of sore and you saw what happened at breakfast. By tomorrow it will be good as new but in the meantime, because it is sore you are likely to have an accident. You wouldn’t want to ruin your new underwear and new jeans would you?”

Timmy looked at me thoughtfully. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Sure, it’s just another kind of underwear. You may as well wear the kind of underwear that makes sense at the moment.”

“Yeah, and what if I wear a diaper and end up messing it. What do I do then. I won’t be able to just stop and take a shower.”

“I’ll give you some wipes, just step into a bathroom, take off the old diaper, wipe up real well and then put on a new one. Just for the rest of the day and then tonight. By tomorrow you wont need it, well not during the day. I would guess you still might have that bedwetting problem.”

“I don’t know.”

“Timmy, you’re looking at it the wrong way. Don’t wonder what happens if you mess your diaper, wonder what happens if you mess your pants without a diaper.”

“Ok, I guess it wont hurt.”

I finished drying him off and diapered him. He dressed in his new jeans and new shirt. As I suspected he loved the new shirt. He was happy as could be to have all of the new clothing. He thanked me for it all and thanked me again for the backpack to keep his things in. I put four extra diapers into his back pack along with some wet wipes. I put our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, with dishwashing soap and bleach and started it up.

I might have been exaggerating a bit about only those interested being able to tell he was diapered. It was pretty obvious, at least to me that he had a diaper on under his jeans. I thought it made him look cute as hell and actually made him look more like he was 11 or 12 rather than 14.

The only problem with that was that he would be very conspicuous during school hours. On the other hand I had no doubt that if I dropped him off in the right place some man would come along and pick him up long before any cop spotted him. If he could avoid the police the next day or two he would soon have that figured out and could find more than a few people willing to keep him out of sight during school hours.

Down in the car Timmy made no attempt to tell me where he wanted to go, where he wanted me to take him. It was as if he thought he could stay with me forever if he didn’t bring up the subject. He was partly right, the sight of this cute little castrated diaper boy had my heart thumping. In his new clothes with that diaper bulge in his new jeans he looked like a boy who was well cared for, perhaps even overly sheltered. I decided to add to the image and stopped by a barber shop. We both got a haircut. His was cut to look like a junior high school boy who had just stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting.

While his hair was being cut I wrote a short note to my friend Alex, slipped it into an envelope, addressed it, stamped it, and mailed it priority mail. He would have it by day after tomorrow at the latest. It had instructions for him to go to the apartment and sanitize it. There wouldn’t be a fingerprint or trace of DNA to be found when he was done and a day or two later the rental agent would be showing it to others.

With Timmy’s haircut done we both climbed into the car and I hit the interstate. He wasn’t from the town I’d met him in and there was little chance of him being able to remember what town it had been and even smaller chance of him being able to lead anyone to the apartment we’d been in and even if he did it would be almost impossible for anyone to trace it back to me after Alex was done.

“So, Timmy, I think it’s about time for me to be on my way. Where would you like me to drop you off?”

He looked up at me with an award winning smile but even that was not enough to keep the sadness from showing through. “We had a lot of fun last night. You sure you wouldn’t like to keep me around. I don’t eat much and I’m not much trouble.”

“I’d love to, Timmy. But I can’t. I have a job and responsibilities. I wouldn’t have time to take care of you.”

“I’m not much trouble. I’ll be a good boy. You can even send me to school. I’ll do whatever you want. Mister, I got noplace to go. You’re nice and I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Sorry Timmy. I can’t do it. But I can tell you this, there are a lot of men out there who would love to take care of you. Just let them see you like that with your haircut and your new clothes. That diaper fills your pants out nice and leaves you looking as cute as sin. I would bet $100 you will have someone wanting to take you home and keep you before dinner time. In the mean time, take this, it will tide you over, feed you and even get you a place to sleep for a night if you are careful.” I handed Timmy five 20 dollar bills.

“Wow, thanks mister.”

“Sure, no problem Timmy. Thanks for everything. We did have a good time. Now remember what you learned about fucking.”

“Huh? What did I learn.”

“You learned how to let a man fuck you. You were great, and the more you do it the better you will be at it. Like I said, it only hurts the first couple times. After that it feels great.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said,” Timmy replied skeptically.

“That’s the truth. But the important part to remember is that the way you look right now almost every man is going to want to fuck you. Most of them will be afraid to say so or do anything about it unless you go after them. You have to learn to come on to them. That is how you get the best ones. If you wait to for the men who will approach you, you won’t get the best men. The best men are the ones you go after.”

“Best for what?”

“They will be the ones who will treat you best and pay you best. Almost every man will want to fuck you, so you can pick and choose. Go with the nice ones, the gentle ones, and the ones willing to pay you. Don’t let anyone fuck you for less than $100. Once you learn how to find the right men you can probably get 10 times that. You understand?”

“You’re kidding me again, right?”

“Not at all kid. You wouldn’t believe what some men would pay to fuck that cute ass of yours. If you are wanting to make money this is a good spot, right here by this hotel. You want men from out of town, tourists and business men, avoid men who have women or children with them. Smile at the men, say hello. Be nice to them and after you get them talking with you let them know you need money and are willing to work for it. Give them that good smile of yours and they will know what you are willing to do for it. Never settle for less than $100 and in a few days you’ll have it figured out how to make way more than that.”

“What if I don’t want to make money. What if I just want someone to take me home and take care of me, like a normal kid.”

“If you want someone to take you home and take care of you I would avoid the hotels because you don’t want tourists and out of town business men. You want men with money who live alone. Men who are lonely and like boys. Find where those kind of men are and then just hang around. In a day or two at the most you will have men fighting over who gets to take you home and keep you. Got it?”

“Sure, Aaron. Are you sure you are not that kind of man?”

“I’m sure, Timmy. And you may as well forget about being a normal kid. That’s not for you. You’ll know what I mean soon enough.”

Timmy got out of the car, turned to shut the door and ducked his head back inside. “Bye Aaron, thanks for everything.”

“Bye. Thanks for the fuck, kid,” I said as he closed the door. I couldn’t help smiling as I watched the boy walk across the street towards the hotel. I was getting a boner at the sight of him. His sore ass and empty scrotum had him walking just a bit awkwardly. It showed off his diaper quite nicely. I wondered what he would do when he noticed his balls were gone and I wondered when that would be. I suspected he would notice the first time he took off his diaper.

With three weeks of vacation left, I took out the road atlas and started looking for another city, another city where I might find another brief diversion, another boy to amuse myself with.

© 2010, by Simple Simon