==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.