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Franklin Westly paid the college an extra fee to have a dorm for himself. At nineteen and away from his home in Texas for the first time, he needed privacy. His particular tastes that you could call exotic, demanded no prying eyes to observe him.
Franklin was a pretty boy, rather than handsome, .He was not gay, rather abstentious from sex, though he enjoyed pleasuring himself frequently especially while fantasizing about a partner to share his "special" interest.
He was doing well with his courses and he enjoyed the engaging in his little games. Everything was good until he found a note pinned to his door. It said that the shortage of dorm space would require that single dorm occupants would have to give up their arrangements and accept another student. Naturally, it continued, the extra fee would be returned.
Franklin was almost crying with frustration. That other bed across the room that now contained his folded clothes from the laundry room would be occupied by some gross fellow who would ridicule him and make his life miserable. Worse, he would have to discontinue his "special" activity.
When he returned in the afternoon from his last class that day, he felt the looming presence of another person, he could even smell the vigorous odor of this person blocking the room's usual smell of baby power, and perhaps a slight pissy smell.
"Hiya friend. Name is Jeff. Sorry to have to break up your nightly wank sessions, but I don't mind, do it if you want."
Franklin and Jeff studied each other. Jeff saw a short kid, maybe 5' 4", beardless, slim and small boned. Franklin gazed at a powerful kid, probably a weight lifter, muscles bulging his upper arms and chest hair escaping the top of his polo shirt. Jeff was tall, surely over six feet. He sported a faint moustache and a starter chin whisker. Franklin had to admit that the boy was handsome in a very male way.
They shook hands. Jeff felt the soft, almost feminine hand of the boy and he almost felt as if he was making a first move on a pretty girl. Although they were the same age, Jeff felt older. The baby face in front of him made him feel protective and strangely drawn to the other boy,
The boys chatted about their home states, Jeff was from Arizona and their interests. Yes, Jeff was a jock, played baseballs in high school and was trying out for the team here. Franklin played the violin, but he hadn't brought it to school. "You should get into the orchestra," Jeff advised him in a big brotherly fashion, but Franklin said that he wanted to devote all his time to studies. "Not me," boomed Jeff. "I'm here for drinking and fucking." He thought for a moment, "Say are you gay, not that it would bother me. I just thought I might double my chances of getting off you know."
Franklin laughed mirthlessly. He wasn't comfortable with talk of sex. But sex did intrude on him, Jeff's open comfort with his nudity and his enthusiastic masturbating at night. He had no embarrassment after a heavy wanking session and a noisy cum to say, "Shit that was a good one. Night Frankie." Yeah, he had taken to calling his dorm mate Frankie because he seemed almost baby-like. On his part, Franklin enjoyed the diminutive and affectionate name.
Jeff was more sophisticated than his rough and ready demeanor might convey. He had heard of boys who are caught, psychologically into an earlier age. He sensed that Frankie was like that. Frankie slept with his thumb in his mouth. Jeff thought it was cute. But one night after Jeff had fallen asleep, something half woke him and he saw Frankie heading for the bathroom and he was wearing a disposabe diaper. There was a smell of piss as Frankie passed near his bed.
Jeff thought, "The poor fucker, he has a bladder control problem," but he also found out one night that Frankie was in the bed awake and grunting a movement into a diaper, then he went to the bathroom and flushed it. He returned with lotion and lay on his bed, his smooth hairless legs in the air and wiped his bum with the lotion, powered himself and then began to play with his rather large penis, finally going into a real heavy stroking until he shot into a waiting wad of tissue. Back he went to dispose of the tissue and returned wearing a new diaper and fell onto the bed into a deep sleep.
Jeff was a snorer, but Frankie found it reassuring, like a big brother was in the room to protect him. Frankie on the other hand breathed so softly that it was hard to tell if he was asleep, but Jeff knew that the thumb in the mouth and the slightly flushed face indicated it.
Something was happening to Jeff's feeling about the strange boy he lived with. He was beginning to lust after him. The boy's body was very appealing, smooth, pink and white and smelled beautiful. Then too, the boy's face was soft and baby-like and produced tender feelings in Jeff. He began to think about how nice it would be to kiss those red lips and put his arms around the soft warm body. He shook his head to dislodge these ideas, "It must be lack of nooky," he decided, but his efforts to find a willing girl was not panning out. The ratio of boys to girls was very much not in his favor. He was having a problem with his long cock. It seemed to erect at the most inopportune times. He hadn't remembered this happening since he was thirteen.
Jeff had one class in Introduction to Psychology. After class he asked the professor if he could ask him a question. Jeff told the professor about, "A guy back home who....." and he outlined Frankie's behavior. The prof listed with interest. "You are describing a Diaper Boy." He went on to tell about the interests of Diaper Boys, concluding with "They also love to have someone take care of them....to baby them."
Jeff returned to the dorm armed with information that he hoped he could use to get closer to his cute roomie. When he entered the room he saw that Frankie was in bed, his eyes tightly shut, his face very flushed and he was moaning softly. Jeff came over to the bed and put his hand on the boy's smooth forehead. Frankie sort of snuggled into his hand. "Shit boy, you are burning up. Let me take your temperature and if it's high, we can go to the infirmary. I"ll help you."
Jeff got looked for a thermometer. Frankie croaked from the bed, "In my top drawer." Jeff found it.
"Hey, it's a rectal kind. Is that okay?"
"Yes, but I put on a diaper because I didn't want to get chilled getting out of bed. You can just pull it aside. Don't worry, it's dry."
Jeff shrugged. He unfastened the diaper and exposed the boys surprisingly large uncut penis and egg sized balls filling a hairless pink sac. Jeff thought that his stuff was beautiful. He lifted the sick kid's legs up high and exposed his ass crack, hairless and pink, with the anis hairless and barely puckered. He inserted the creased bulb of the thermometer into the opening, suddenly realizing that his own cock was up and pulsing. Frankie gasped as the thermometer settled into his colon. Almost immediately Frankie's large member began to stiffen and lift. He was hardly aware because his fever kept him half in a trance. "I think little Frankie likes getting his ass played with."
Frankie opened his eyes in alarm. "Oh Jeff, I'm sorry, I just couldn't control it. Maybe you better take out."
"Sure, it's time anyway. Let's see, you got only one full degree, enough to make you feel lousy but you will live. Don't worry, I"ll take care of you until you feel better. Here let me fasten this diaper again. If you have more, I'll change if you get it wet. It's better if you stay in bed. You are going to want to pee because I'm going to keep you on fluids today." He thought a minute. "It would be good if we had a straw so you won't get your chest wet drinking."
Frankie was quiet a moment, he mouth working. Finally he said in a small voice, "Daddy...I mean Jeff. There is a bottle and nipple in my sec9nd draw. I use it when I'm hiking to carry orange juince."
Jeff knew that Frankie was revealing himself openly. He got the bottle and washed it out and filled it with fresh water from the water jug in the fridge. He sat down next to the feverish boy and settled against his hot side and held the bottle for Frankie to suck. Frankie sucked with a strong pull, his cheeks cutely pulled in, his eyes closed in pleasure. He sucked at it until it was finished. "Good boy," Jeff said, that'll help get you out of bed sooner."
It was about four in the afternoon. Jeff decided to get an afternoon nap and them got to the caf‚ and eat and bring something plain up for Frankie. He fell into a deep sleep, noticing that his hard on had not abated. He put his hand on it because it was jumping. By his bedside clock, he had slept about an hour. He was awakened by Frankie calling him. He got up. "Yes Frankie. You need help with something?"
In a small voice, Frankie said, "My diaper is all wet."
"No prob, I'll flush it and get you a new one." He got up and took the soaked diaper. "Hey you must have peed out all the water from the bottle. Good boy."
He came back with a new diaper. As he was about to put it on, Frankie put his hand on Jeff's arm. "Wait, Frankie needs to be cleaned and powdered."
"Sure little one. Say you know you feel pretty cool. I don't even have to take your temperature, although you seem to like it, I think you had one of those short-term virus. Welcome back to the world."
He looked down at Frankie's stuff. The boy's cock was sticking way up in excitement. He tried to ignore it and proceeded to apply the sounding lotion to the big ball sac and then wiped the shaft of the penis. Frankie sighed in pleasure. "Jeff, leave the diaper off and turn around. I have to relieve my sexual pressure."
"Let me take care of you boy," Jeff said, his breathing becoming deeper with excitement. He took hold of the big cock shaft with one hand. With the other he slid the foreskin back exposing the glossy pink head, a drop of dew forming at the piss slit. He wiped it off with his thumb and Frankie called out a lingering groan. "You like that?" Frankie nodded his forehead in a frown of concentration and his pretty lower lip protruding.
Jeff slide his hand up the shaft and stopped just behind the head and he rapidly excited that spot. Frankie's eyes rolled up and he started breathing audibly. "Please let me make milk."
Jeff began in earnest, sliding back and forth until a moment later, Frankie's hips lifted off the bed as he began a rhythmic humping of the air as he shot streams of cum over his milk0white chest and pink nipples.
Finally he settled down and to Jeff's amazement was fast asleep. Jeff cleaned him off and put the new diaper on and looked down at the boy. He couldn't help it, he leaned down and kissed the slightly damp, post orgasmic forehead. Frankie stirred slightly and smiled and went back to sleep.
Jeff ate a hamburger and fries and coke, then tried to decide what to bring Frankie that would sit well with him. He chose a malted milk, graham crackers and some stewed fruit. He carried it carefully up to the dorm and found Frankie sitting up in bed. "Feel better? Want some grubb?"
"Yeab Jeff, I do feel better and I'm really hungry. Thanks so much for taking care of me."
Frankie finished everything, then he slid back down in bed and in a moment, in came the thumb in the mouth and he was in dreamland. There was nothing more Jeff could do for him so he set up his laptop and the homework that was scheduled. He worked away for almost two hours when he heard a sound from the sick one's bed. Frankie seemed to be still asleep but the fellow was frowning mightily and making piggy noises. "Oh shit," thought Jeff, "He's shitting his diaper."
Soon the sounds stopped and Frankie opened his eyes. "Oh Jeff. I have to get up, help me, I have to dump this diaper and..."
"Stay there." Jeff unfastened the diaper, held his breath and rushed it into the toilet. After flushing it he brought tissues to clean up Frankie's bottom and lotion.
He lovingly wiped Frankie's boyish bottom. Frankie hummed with pleasure. He reached out to thank Jeff and noticed Jeff's slim cock making a might budge in his underpants. He rubbed the budge. Then he looked up into Jeff's eyes and made a moue mouth. "Frankie need milk," and tugged at Jeff's now very hard cock.
"You mean milk from this, this bottle?"
Frankie nodded vigorously. Jeff slipped off his under shorts and came up close to the boy. Frankie leaned over and took the head of Jeff's dripping cock into his mouth and gently suckled it, cooing and humming as he did it. Jeff was sent quickly into a heaven of good feelings, he mouth hung open and he dripped saliva. This boy had the hottest mouth he had ever felt. Then when Frankie got more avid and pushed the cock deep his throat and swallowed over and over, sending deeply excit8ng feelings into Jeff's organ that traveled up his spine and swirled around his ball sac. His mind was spinning and he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He looked over at Frankie's big penis, it was dripping heavily with pre cum. He reached out and used the slippery stuff as a lubricant to slide his slightly open fist over the shaft. Pretty soon both boys were moaning a duet, both in sexual orbit. Suddenly, Frankie shouted out that he was going to make milk and that crazy phrase seemed to unleash Jeff's orgasm as well. The two began shooting arcs of cum over each other until no more could come. Frankie pursed his lips. "Kiss, kiss.."
Frankie leaned down and pressed his lips against smaller boy's. They held the kiss until they were almost breathless and both began to half erect again.
"Time to clean up, little boy. Me too."
When Jeff had wiped both of them with a warm damp cloth, Frankie sat up. "You know, I'm cured and I hungry."
"Cafeteria is closed now, but there is a snack machine in the hall. I'll get some stuff and we can party. You want me to put a clean diaper on?"
"Later, it just feels good to be naked, in case..."
"In case what?" Jeff said laughing.
"In case you need to give me more of your milk."
"Oh you sweet babe, I think I am getting goofy over you," Jeff said, rubbing Frankie's fuzzy hair.
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