Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart and use protection. The following is an interracial story between the main character and his Vietnamese classmate, a story that is somewhat grounded in reality. If this sounds like something you want to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
Helping a Classmate
"Anthony, can you help me?" I turned to the owner of the accented voice, Keith. That's his nickname because he was born with the Vietnamese name of Khoa. Poor Keith Nguyen, he really tries well, but in the writing intensive class we have, he struggles. I said, "Yes I can help you. Can you give me a ride home too?" He said, "Sure sure, no problem." That evening began a two week gauntlet and it was up to me to get him through it to and ensure that Keith finished the papers on time.
After class we went to the computer lab. I like being in the back so I'm not disturbed. Keith followed me to the back and we got to work. I said, "All right. Do you have your stuff?" His binder was a mess but if he could find what we needed, then the results would be the same. He hadn't even started and we were only a couple of week away from the due date. Not only would there be a paper, but there'd be a presentation to do. If that was the only class to worry about, things would be fine. However, we had two other classes that we in together.
A major problem was that he put off the papers. He said he didn't have the time. I often reminded him that in his case, he would need all the time he had. I can procrastinate and complete papers in a timely fashion and not have a tough time. English is my language. If I was writing a paper in Vietnamese, I'd have a tough time like my classmate.
The next question I asked was, "Have you picked a topic?" He stared at me with those slanted eyes of his. I love it when he looks at me. He then said, "No." I groaned, "Two weeks and you haven't chosen a topic. I chose mine as soon as we got the assignment. I opened up my companion presentation of the furry subculture. I was going to show my presentation and then I was going to show my fursuit, that of a brown tabby. I could have decided to wear it and introduce my classmates to my fursona Chaos Kenny, but I knew that'd take too long. It was going to be mostly a project from the heart instead of from sources. There were 13 slides to my presentation and featured everything from definition of furry culture to fursuits to yiffing. I was probably making Keith feel bad. That possibility made me feel bad. He said, "What should I talk about?" We were in a class about the study of culture. Some people were going to talk about their own culture, another culture, fictional cultures, or subcultures like me. One guy was going to talk about gay culture and it was a presentation I was looking forward to. I said, "Talk about your own. You're the only Vietnamese person in class." He nodded and said, "Okay. Where do I begin?" I knew where I began my assignment. I said, "Define being Vietnamese. How about you start by saying where Vietnam is, where you were born." He agreed and began to start. Unfortunately, the lab would be closing in a few minutes. I was taking the rest of the time refining my presentation and I saved what I had done. I moved the mouse pointer to the icon so I could safely remove my jump drive. I clicked it, pulled my jump drive out once it was safe to do so and I put the cap back on it.
We left the building and walked to the far side of campus where his car was. I peered inside and it was a mess. Papers everywhere and books too. We got inside and he asked where I lived. I told him, but he wasn't sure how to get there. I then went down the list of places in town. Perhaps he knew one of them. I could then refer him to my house. We went down the street past all the skyscrapers and into Chinatown. We would then make a right and enter what was known as the gay part of town. How was it known? It was obvious because rainbow flags hung from several businesses and from lampposts. We stopped at the light and I looked right. There were two guys in there. The diver had on a wristband colored like the rainbow. Keith looked too and the two guys smiled and waved. We waved too, but I had a feeling why. That car turned and I saw a rainbow strip bordering the bottom of the rear windshield. I started to laugh. Keith asked, "What is so funny?"
What was so funny? If it was anyone else, I would think that person was joking, but seeing how it was Keith Nguyen, I decided to answer. I asked, "Do you know what the rainbow means?" He said, "No. What does it mean?" I replied, "They were gay. The rainbow is a symbol used by us gays." I let out more than I wanted to. Would his limited English help me stay closeted? He asked, "Are you gay? You like men instead of women?" So, he understood. I said, "Yes I'm gay and I like guys more than girls." Keith asked, "Do you like me?" I replied, "Yes." He then said, "As a friend or as a gay guy?" He was putting me in a bind. I hated to do this and said, "As a friend." He was cute and thinking of him made me physically happy. I didn't know if he was gay and I didn't want to ask. He seemed satisfied with this and we moved on. It took awhile to get to my place, an hour, despite it being about 30 minutes away the campus.
Every night after class was the same. We went to the computer lab and worked for nearly two hours on assignments. I of course finished most of mine or would have no difficulty completing them. When I wasn't helping him, I was surfing the web. I was engaged in cyber sex in an interracial / athletic role play session with me as a young Japanese-American male helping a black teammate relieve some sexual tension. My crotch got uncomfortable from the feelings the chat gave me and I hoped Keith wouldn't notice. He didn't because he was so occupied on himself. He then asked, "Anthony what are you doing?" I switched to another screen, one with my email. I kneaded my crotch and said, "Nothing." He asked me to read the paragraph he wrote for a paper. I looked it over and said that there wasn't anything wrong as far as I could tell. The lab soon closed and it was the end of another session. I was heading out and thought he was coming too when he said, "I have to pee." I decided to follow. The urinals did not have dividers.
He took his place and I got next to him. Keith looked away and I decided to take those few seconds to see his goods. It was a strong urine stream coming out of a nice sized cock. His gaze turned back and I looked at the flushing mechanism. He placed his member back inside and I did the same.
The ride was a bit quicker now that he knew the way. He asked, "Want to hear music?" I said, "Sure." I was tolerant of most music. He then popped in a CD and the language was unfamiliar. Keith said, "It's Vietnamese. You like? I want to use it for my presentation." I didn't understand a word, but damn were those singing male voices hot. We continued our discussion about gays. I said, "Some guys are into watersports." He asked, "They like to go to swim and surf." I grinned, "Not exactly. They like pee and playing with it." He said, "The yellow liquid that comes out of the penis?" He had to get technical with me. I said, "Yes." He blurbed, "Why?" I said, "Because they like it." We talked some more over the next few meetings. I regaled him with tales of other fetishes and it seemed he was interested. He certainly wasn't offended by anything. I guess he desired knowledge no matter how strange.
When there was about 30 minutes left before class, I logged off and ate my dinner with Keith. Since I sit across the elevators, I see all sorts of people come out. The doors then opened and I couldn't believe my eyes, there was a man, a hunky black man, with a pacifier in his mouth. I went back to concentrating on my meal. I was impolite to stare. Was it real or one of those novelty lollipops? Something to fantasize over. After the guy left our sight, I started to giggle. It could have been one of those novelty candies, but still it was hilarious. He asked, "What?" I replied, "The pacifier." Keith said, "You're so strange." I said, "I'll tell you after class."
On the ride home, I gave him an answer. I said, "There are some people who wear diapers, those for adults. They like to do so. Some act like big toddlers. They wear childish clothes, sleep in cribs, and use pacifiers and bottles." Keith asked, "Are you wearing a diaper now?" I said, "Not me." My mind then wandered to the top of my closet which had a laundry bag that had a few adult sized diapers. It seemed like only yesterday that I got them.
I'm interested in watersports somewhat and I was searching for a site where I could talk to those interested in the same thing. My search led me to a site for diaper lovers and I was intrigued. A couple of months ago I met a guy who was enthusiastic about discussing this. I waited in the park near the library. We exchanged descriptions of each other and arranged a meeting. I saw a young Latino male bearing the description he gave me with a backpack. He said, "You Anthony?" I said, "You Hector?" He smiled and said, "Yes. Yes." He then sat next down to me and said, "Are you interested in diapers?" I replied, "I'm into watersports and I'm curious about the diaper thing. Hector said, "Well, I've gotten into it recently. It took me a couple of purchases to find the most diaper like brand." A thought entered my mind, "Are you wearing?" He said, "Yes and this is my first time wearing them outside. I like disposables. I don't want to put that much faith into cloth diapers." We had lunch at a nearby cafe and it was a pleasant meeting. Before we parted, he took me aside and unzipped his pants. I saw white plastic and a blue line running down the middle. He then zipped up and I asked, "What's the blue line for?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Duh, when it disappears, I've pissed in them. I don't wear diapers all the time. Most of the time, I wear briefs. Don't want the plumbing to rust." I nodded and since there wasn't more to say, I said, "Well I guess it's time to go." Hector said, "Hey, I have some diapers here, want them?" I said, "Sure. Thanks." He took them out and I quickly placed them in my bag before few could notice. We continued to talk about diaper lovers and adult babies. He considered himself a diaper lover only, but he said that he was in contact with both types and sought to create a group for guys in town who were into this.
Keith asked, "What are you thinking about?" I escaped my daydream and said, "Oh nothing." We continued on and talked about TV shows, not sex. As usual there were things he didn't know about, but I was glad to explain them. There were some questions that he seemed hesitant to ask, but I was patient and tolerant. The worst that could happen was that I wouldn't answer. Time was running short and he asked if I could see him on Friday. Highly irregular, but since we would have all day, I agreed.
Ever since I met Hector and got the diapers I had been wanting to wear them. Before I left for the day, I decided to treat myself and put them on. I paraded around in them wearing only the diaper. This was fun. My bladder had been full when I got home and I couldn't put it off anymore. I walked to the bathroom when I swore. Idiot, I'm wearing a diaper. Just use it. I went to my room and laid down on the bed. I relaxed and concentrated on my bladder. Come on Tony. Think of peeing, think of filling it up.
Then it happened. I was pissing. I could hear it and I opened my eyes. The diaper was expanding and the blue line was fading away. I finished peeing and I felt the plastic. Wow it was nice and warm. I got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. This was a memorable experience and one that I would share with Hector. I looked in the closet for a plastic bag and went back to my room. I undid the tape that fastened the diaper and placed it inside the bag. I tied it up and put it in my bag resolving to throw it away on the way to school.
The next day I went to the computer lab and checked my email as usual. I also emailed Hector and told him I used a diaper the way it was meant to be used.
That Friday, I went to the University wearing a diaper under my clothes because I dared myself into doing so. I could hear the quiet crinkling of the plastic with every step. I moved slower and the sound lowered down more. I looked at the people on the street. He, he. They had no idea. I rode the elevator up to the fourth floor where the computer lab was. I checked in and found Keith already there.
"Is this fine Anthony?" I said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. Can't I sit down first?" I put my bag on the floor and sat down. The crinkling sound surfaced. Keith asked, "What was that noise?" I replied, "I didn't hear anything." We worked for several hours. Next week was presentation time. I was already done so I was there to help Keith. Soon before we'd call it a day, I couldn't contain my humor anymore. I whispered, "Guess what I'm wearing?" He said, "A blue t-shirt?" I shook my head. He looked at me head to toe and prattled what I was wearing externally. I whispered, "Underneath." He whispered, "A diaper?" I smiled and nodded, snickering some. He asked, "Why?" I said, "Cause I want to." Keith asked, "Have you peed in it?" I said, "Not yet." His next words blew me away, "Can I see?" I said, "Not yet."
We left like we usually did. When we got in his car and got in, I unzipped and he caressed the plastic. His only word was, "Cool." and took off to my place. The breeze blew inside the car. This was very nice. My bladder was full because I was stuck in the computer lab helping Keith finish his project on Vietnamese culture. I was wearing a diaper and I had confidence that I had it on right. I leaned back, spread my legs and, closed my eyes. I began to urinate. My breathing was slow, relishing in the relief. I opened my eyes and I saw Keith look at me from the windshield mirror, smiling. He asked, "Was it nice to pee in the diaper, in the car?" I replied, "Double yes." His hand reached for my zipper and I said, "Let me." I unzipped my pants and he felt the plastic crotch. He looked directly at me and said, "Feels warm." I zipped myself up and said, "Of course it's warm. It's piss." He smiled and asked, "I want to change you. Please let me." I was speechless for a minute. I looked into his eyes. He was serious. I said, "Okay."
We arrived at my house and we walked to my room. I laid there as Keith did all the work. He started by unbuckling my pants and unzipping them. He held my legs up and pulled them off. I then gave him a plastic bag. He undid the tape straps and pulled the used diaper off me. He rolled it up and put it into the bag. He asked, "Do you want another diaper on?" I said, "Underwear's in the middle right drawer." He went to it and took out some briefs. He looked at me and stopped. I held my dick in my hand staring at the crotch of his jeans. I said, "Come here." Keith did so. I saw movement in his jeans. He stood in front of me. I leaned over and undid his pants. They slipped to the floor revealing a nice sized package covered by bikini briefs. A wet spot appeared.
I pulled them down and said, "My first cock and it's Asian." I always had a thing for Asians and it was perhaps that which drew me to help Keith. He placed his hands on my head and pushed my head into his crotch. I never had sucked a dick before, never had seen it done before, but I don't think my classmate cared. He moaned and moaned mostly in Vietnamese. Keith tensed up and I felt something hot blast into the back of my mouth. So this was what it was like to drink another guy's spunk. I took it out and squeezed what I could out.
Keith then moved over and got on his knees. He stared at my dick and felt my balls. His hand lightly moved over the shaft. It was as if he was inspected it for defects. He said, "Nice manhood. I wonder what this hot dog tastes like." He opened his mouth and started sucking. He stared up at me, his handsome eyes looking up at me, as if seeking approval. I smiled and brushed his hair with my hands. He kept his mouth near the head and used his hand to milk me. He milked and he milked making me groan and groan. I couldn't take it anymore and gave him my seed. He licked the head clean and then put my underwear on. We made sure we were clothed and he asked, "Can I throw away this dirty diaper away for you?" I said, "Sure." He started to head out the door when I said, "Stop." He did and asked, "What?" I embraced him and gave him a kiss. He gave into the kiss and moved his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice and long kiss, but it had to come to an end. We broke off the kiss and I bade him good bye.
The presentations went well and we both passed the semester. We continue to go out and although he doesn't wear diapers like I do sometimes, he loves to change me when I ask. I wished for an Asian for a boyfriend, and it came true.
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