===If have a way of looking through my screen and see who is out there. If I see anyone 18 I will shut down. Now if you are older and you disapprove of this sort of porn, do somewhere else. All over 18 who are low down like me can stay.
I'm going to tell you about myself, but don't leave when you find out that I am 40 years old. Stay and find out what happens with the young guy I met. My name is Nick, but some of my encounter lads call me Daddy, if they end up old enough to speak. Hey have I got you intrigued?
When I was a lad of twenty, I was a diaper boy myself, but as I got older I found it more exciting, and perhaps my duty, to initiate young fellows I meet.
I love going down to the lake near my cottage. It's pretty quiet, but often a jogger, or a rower will come into my sights. Since I look so young myself....oh yes, I forgot to tell you, I am one of those guys who gets older, but until you look close, I still look like a boy. I have thick red hair cut to a crew cut, clear blue eyes and a small nose and a humorous mouth, curling up almost like a smile at the corners.
This day was warm. I sat on my bench wearing shorts and youthful slides. My upper section, which is pretty well developed, was barely covered with an athletic shirt with deep side vents. Every move I made exposed my pecs with their perky tits.
It was now about five in the afternoon and the shadows were forming as the sun lowered. So far I had seen many attractive boys, even handsome, but that is not the kind of boy I want. I want a boy who can be taught to be a diaper boy. Suddenly a young fellow, perhaps eighteen, came up to my bench and put his foot up near me. My heart was racing. I realized that he just wanted to tie his shoe, but his smooth straight legs were like those of a twelve year old. I also noticed something that men who do not have my proclivities would not notice, his elbows, they were absolutely smooth and covered the bone perfectly.
He spoke to me to explain his sudden action. "Sorry sir, my waces became untied and it is not safe to wun with woose waces."
The way he pronounced his "L's" is a tip off, at least in my mind, of a lad who is like Peter Pan, he hates to grow up. That lazy child's tongue has never grown up. I knew that he probably had the potential of being trained to be a diaper boy. But then as I studied his face I knew positively that this was the case. He resembled me, possessing the turned up corners of mouth, the juvenile nose and finally the smooth facial skin with no hint of whiskers. He might have been my younger brother.
I think he noticed my childlike qualities, as he finished tying his lace, but stayed with one leg up staring at me.
He didn't know it yet, but he was about 20% in my power, my victim. I said to him in a cooing voice, "Poor lad, you are so overheated from your running. Here let me blot your forehead."
I took a tissue from my pocket and wiped his brow. He took my ministrations as the gentle boy I knew him to be. While I had him somewhat in a spell I asked him his name. "Billy," he answered. I was delighted. He could have said "William", but he was already on a trip back to infancy and dependence and used his pet name.
"Would you like to sit awhile and have a drink?" He nodded yes in a dutiful, but spaced out way. Oh my, this was progressing excellently. I produced a plastic bottle of a well know brand. However, I had doctored it with a sedative, really a hypnotic to relax him.
I became a little faint as he put his pillowy lips into a trumpet and sucked the neck of the bottle, as a child might, but then realizing that he was not getting any water out of it, he tilted it and gulped it all, his cute little Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.
He sat next to me, seemingly happy to be near. "Are you tired Billy?"
"A little," he said in a very small boy's voice. I took note of that voice. He was definitely regressing.
"Just lean your head against my shoulder and rest awhile."
He dropped his head against my shoulder and neck. His head felt hot from his exercise and his body gave off boyish odors that I love so much. Once a boy gets over 18, the odors become harsher, but a boy's smell is a rare perfume of boy sweat and soap.
"Tell me my boy, what age did you like the best."
I thought he didn't hear me, he was silent for so long. Then in a voice an octave higher than his adolescent pitch he said enthusiastically, "When I was a baby, life was wonderful. No school, Mommy made food that I like, I wore a diaper and didn't have to go to the bathroom. Mommie took care of everything and wiped my bum and wienie."
Oh my, my. This boy was almost too good to be true. "Baby Billy, why don't you come with me? I live a very short walk away, just through those trees. I will take good care of you and make you comfortable and happy."
Billy smiled happily, put his teenage hand into mine trustfully and we set off through the woods. Once inside my cottage I gave him another drink of the doctored water. I feared the first draught would have been absorbed by now. He again finished the second bottle. I noted that his eyes were a little sleepy, it sometimes acts that way, but I also noticed that his nylon running shorts were displaying a bulging from a sizable rod pushing the fabric out. That Viagra was second ingredient in my "tonic". Now Billy might have felt like a babe of perhaps two, but his teenage body was horny. I intended to enjoy both manifestations.
He was pretty groggy, so I helped him to stretch out on my bed. "We have to get you into fresh diaper boy. He seemed complete docile, and a small smile of satisfaction played on his lips.
I took off his running shoes, then slid his tight shorts down his young legs, then finally came his Y front whiteys. How cute. Boys of his age think they are manly, but actually they do not do the job right. One's balls slide out the side, and ones cock gets tangled in the pouch. And that ridiculous baffle of fabric entails going around corners to get one's organ out. This can be frustrating when one has to piss urgently. His exposed penis was definitely man sized and seemed almost incongruous his baby behavior.
I spread the adult diaper on the bed and then lifted him so that his baby white buns sat in the center. I eschewed safety pins in favor of Velcro tabs. He let me life his legs and secure the diaper.
"Now little boy, would you like the teat?" He sort of gurgled in pleasure. I sat down on an armless chair and arranged him facing me with his legs outside of mine. I opened the buttons on my shirt exposing my well-proportioned pecs engendered by five days a week in the gym. I pushed his face against one tit. Automatically his lips parted and he took it. He sucked awhile and then made complaining noises. Poor baby, he wasn't getting milk. I talked to him sympathetically. "Daddy understands. Now if you will slide down and kneel on the floor, Daddy will give you a larger tit to suck and you will get lots of milk."
In a moment, he was on his knees, his face pressed against my shorts. Impatiently he pulled my pants down and dove forward to take my generous sized cock in his puckered lips. I almost passed out from the pleasure of his servicing me, eagerly suckling to get the "milk" out. It didn't take long for me to deliver because his lips, tongue and throat were so insistent. I gripped the side of the chair so hard that my hand hurt, but nothing I could do could prevent my rushing into a mind shattering orgasm. I slightly blacked out and began fucking his mouth and shooting great quantities of salty spooge into his sucking mouth. He hummed and drank, finally his head sagged down and he became a bit overcome and drowsy. I lifted him up and put him on my lap.
"Are you feeling happy, Billy baby?"
"Yes daddy, but I have to take a pee-pee."
I stroked his smooth cheek and rubbed his head. "That's okay boy, you have a diaper. Just let it come out."
He looked up at my as if to ask if it was really all right and not being a bad boy. "I assured him again. I made pissing sounds, "Phssh" over and over again. I rubbed his smooth hot back and patted his soft ass. Finally his hips moved upward and his eyes rolled as he pushed his urine through his big-boy cock. In a moment his diaper was becoming soaked and soon his face clouded up at the discomfort. "I understand, you want to new diaper. Daddy will do it for you and make you feel really good."
I layed him on the bed and removed the wet diaper. I wiped his cock and balls and all around with warm water. He smiled and almost cooed. I could see his penis rising in a fine vigorous erection. The fragrant oily lotion was applied and I stroked it onto his cock shaft and testicles. He grunted in surprise as I began a soft stroking. His foreskin retracted and the pinkish rosy head emerged. I could see his piss hole opening and closing in passion. Soon he began making little "uh-uh" sounds, then turning into moans. I stroked harder and faster. Suddenly his hips rose and he babbled loudly as he began almost crowing and thrusting and shooting milky baby sperm onto his soft white belly. At last the episode ended and his eyes closed and he actually fell asleep, the air whistling through his nose.
I carefully cleaned him up without awaking him. Fastened a diaper and dressed him as if he were a rag doll.
I helped him stand up and led him out the door and across the stand of trees. He held my hand and walked without waking until we reached the bench where we had first me. I lifted on of his perfect legs up on the bench, untied one shoelace and called to him sharply. "Billy, Billy. Wake up. I think you are sleepy from running." He opened his eyes and shook the cobwebs out of his head and looked at me perplexed. I pointed to his shoe, "You were going to tie it."
He cleared his throat a few times then spoke in his slightly throaty adolescent voice, "Oh yes, my wace." He tied it with some difficulty, as he was still a little groggy. Then he lowered his leg and began to walk off slowly. Twice he turned back and glanced at me in a puzzled way. What a surprise he was going to have went he undressed and saw that he was wearing a diaper.
End
This story was written for Jimmy. If any reader has a particular sexual interest or story idea, I am willing to try to tailor one to suit what gets you off.