Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
The Answers
(Gay, Urination)
by Amber Fountaine
"Damn," Glen said, looking over Chuck's shoulder at the list of emails they'd received. Glen had written about the experiences of the two men for a contest and as a result, they'd gotten two or three dozen requests for more information. "It'll take me a week to answer all of them."
"No. Not if you'd start using this computer it wouldn't," Chuck chided his friend. "I've already glanced through them. What you need to do is write down all the questions - a lot of them look to me to be the same so there's probably only six or eight questions at most - and then answer them all in one story, like the original you entered in the contest, and send everyone a copy attached to an email."
That did make sense to Glen, but it still looked like a lot of work. "Let me think about it," he told Chuck, almost growling. "In the meantime, why don't you get your naked, nasty ass out of that chair, put some shorts on, and go out and get the paper. I want to see what the schedule is for the basketball playoffs."
"Wow. Look who's got a case of diaper rash," he chided. Then as he got up from the computer, he turned and wiggled his cock in Glen's direction. "Sure you don't need a little snack before you get started?"
"I'd LOVE a little snack," he answered as he took Chuck's place in front of the computer. "But we both know that if I get started 'snacking' on your sweet little snack, I'll never get started on this."
Chuck laughed and went to find some shorts, not feeling at all rebuffed. He knew that if Glen didn't suck him off right then, he would at some time later in the day and probably more than once. Glen's craving of cum had started nearly fifty years earlier when he'd sucked Chuck for the first time. That craving had grown steadily ever since. And that wasn't all Glen craved. Shouting over his shoulder from the hall doorway, he yelled to Glen, "Be sure and tell them how much you love your pissy sissy diapers."
Glen wiggled in his seat at Chuck's remark and grinned to himself as he felt the soggy material scrunch up in his crotch. "That's the first question on the list," he said aloud, but to himself. He knew Charley couldn't hear him. The first email that Glen had opened wanted to know if he'd worn diapers between his teens and when he and Chuck had gotten back together and Glen had already made the notation, "Diapers" on the pad beside the keyboard.
The next email had asked something similar, the third wanted to know if the boys had ever been caught, and the next was curious about how they'd explained their relationship to their families. The next one had three questions, two of which were already on the list. By the time Glen finished scanning through 29 emails, he had six questions or categories. Chuck had been right about most of them being similar and his suggestion to answer all the questions in another story and send it to everyone, as opposed to writing 29 separate letters with most of them saying the same thing, made sense to Glen.
He almost wished he hadn't entered the contest to begin with. First place had gone to a couple of ladies from the Atlanta area that were retired school teachers and had been together almost from the day they'd both started teaching at the same school. They'd started off sharing an apartment to save on expenses and wound up sharing their lives. Glen was the first to admit that it was a well-written story and deserved to win. His story had come in second, which had earned them a handful of gift certificates from a variety of food and clothing chains.
The story he'd written for the contest was about how he and Chuck had met and what had made their relationship last. The GLBT Newsletter that sponsored the contest wanted entries from couples that had been together at least five years, explaining how they'd gotten together and what had bonded the couple so well for so long. In their case, of course they admired, respected, and even loved each other in the special way only two men could. They'd never really been a huggy, smoochy pair like some they'd seen, but they were definitely physical in their attraction.
One point Glen had tried to make in the story was that he loved to suck cock and Chuck loved to let him. It wasn't all one sided or the relationship wouldn't have lasted, but Glen was more than happy with it. He knew Chuck would get him off any time he wanted. But Glen's greater need was to service a cock, to suck it lovingly and lustfully, and all the reward he wanted was a big mouthful of that bittersweet cream that proved he'd done a masterful job.
The other thing that had bonded the two, almost from day one, was their mutual enjoyment of pee play and diapers. They'd been peeing on each other and drinking piss for a short time before they finally had sex. At least from the perspective of near 50 years hindsight, it had been a short time. With a chuckle, Glen recalled that at the time, it had seemed to him like an eternity from the day they'd started their pissing contests until the afternoon Glen had finally taken Chuck's cock in his mouth.
As to the diapers, Glen's thoughts with a smile as he squeezed his legs together, feeling the wet material snuggly cradle his cock and balls. He'd worn diapers as a teen, as he'd related in the contest entry. A large portion of the inquiries wanted to know about after that, and about Chuck. While Glen had diapered himself a few times during his Army career, and almost continuously since, Chuck hadn't done it at all without Glen. Chuck had tried it a few times at Glen's insistence when they were younger, but didn't become a part-time diaper fan until after the two had gotten back together twenty some years later. Obviously, from the questions they'd received, Glen needed to explain more about that too.
Another of the most common questions had been about how they'd gotten back together. Glen had to admit he'd left a lot out about that; mostly because he'd hand written the story on a legal pad and had run out of pages. Of the fifty pages on the pad, he's used forty-five of them telling about the events of two years in their teens. It had taken the guys that long to realize and act on their physical attraction for each other. Then, just as their relationship was beginning, Glen had run out of paper to write about it and had left out a lot about their adventures together in high school. And he'd said nothing about how they'd both married or how they'd met their needs for male sex during those years. That was probably the third most asked question.
So Glen had to laugh to himself and admit that Chuck was right again. If he'd written the original story in the computer, where he could have told the whole thing, instead of on a pad of paper where he'd run out of room, maybe they'd have gotten first place and a weeks vacation in Key West instead of what Chuck referred to as, "A lifetime supply of junk food."
After finding and opening the right program, he stared at the blank screen while gathering his thoughts, let out another long stream of hot pee in his diaper for inspiration, and began.
"Thank you for asking for more information about the relationship Chuck and I have shared, off and on, for nearly fifty years. We've been together continuously for just over twenty years now and hopefully, if we stay healthy, will have at least that many more together ahead of us."
Glen reread what he'd written and decided it was a good start, but one paragraph was far short of earning himself a break. Nevertheless, he took a quick one to look at the schedule for the basketball playoffs. Neither he nor Chuck were big fans, but they both worked part-time as ushers. They already knew which nights they'd have to work, since their team had home court for the first round, but not which team their guys would be playing. After answering that question for himself, he went back to answering the ones from the emails.
"Two of the most asked questions we've received have been, 'Did you ever get caught' and 'Do you both wear diapers'. The answer to both is , 'Yes'."
Then Glen couldn't help but smile about those long ago events. Looking back, it was funny. But he damn sure didn't laugh about any of it at the time. He felt a sudden welling of emotion as he realized how much he missed his mom. She'd passed away a few years back and he knew that without her support, he'd have had a much, much tougher time. He'd never been able to explain why his mom, more than his dad, had understood more about a young man's need to find himself. His dad had been a young man at one time himself. But then his dad had spent a good portion of his teenage years as a combat infantryman and maybe the best way for his dad had been to forget as much about his teens as possible. Smiling to himself and thinking back, Glen could recall how as a teen, he too had conveniently forgotten some things he didn't want to remember - like having been a bedwetter.
Glen was about fourteen when he'd gotten into a conversation with his mom about diapers and discovered he's enjoyed them when he was younger and that he had been a bedwetter well into his school years. With his memory stirred, he began to recall those years clearly and could remember a few times when he'd wet the bed on purpose, just so his mom would diaper him as a precaution. That had helped him to understand what had become a recent preoccupation with finding ways to wet himself, or having his friend Charley pee on him.
Then an opportunity had arisen for Glen to diaper himself and show off his diaper to Charley on a night when Charley was sleeping over. Charley had even helped Glen wet the diaper and they'd come very close to having sex that night, but had gotten cold feet at the last moment and had gone to bed in Glen's room horny and frustrated. Glen had slept in the wet diaper and Charley had slept in the nude. The boys had made sure the covers were pulled up over them to hide their sleeping preferences just in case Glen's folks checked on the boys when they got home.
Fortunately for the boys, only Glen's mom had stuck her head in the door, as one or both of the boys had kicked the covers off. She wasn't too surprised to see her teenage son in a diaper, considering his recent interest in helping her change little Tony and his questions about diapers in general. What did give her a start was seeing her son's friend Charley asleep in the nude and her son cuddled next to him with his hand on Charley's man sized cock. As gently as possible, she had covered the boys just in case her husband decided to look in on them too.
What she hadn't been aware of was that her movements had caused both boys to stir, but not awaken until after she was out of the room. Glen had come to and discovered he was holding Charley's cock. Assuming Charley was still asleep, he had fondled his friends prick for several minutes and had even kissed it, as Charley had suggested a few hours earlier. He hadn't learned until a few weeks later, after the boys had begun having sex, that Charley had been awake for the whole thing and that's why he'd been sure Glen wanted to suck him.
Glen's mom had waited a few days for the right opportunity before she questioned Glen about that night and what she'd seen. Glen's dad was gone and little Tony needed his wet diaper changed and Glen's mom asked him to do it. Then she waited until he was well into his task, which he seemed to enjoy, before coming to little Tony's room to speak with him.
Had she been a few seconds sooner, she might have caught Glen holding his little brother's wet diaper to his face and rubbing himself through his jeans. As it was, he still had the wet diaper in his hand when she opened the door and he quickly tossed it away in the diaper pail.
She smiled at him and softly said, "I hope the wet diaper you had on the other night didn't get stuck under your bed or in a closet or something."
Glen's body went totally rigid, except for the one thing that had been rigid and it went totally soft. There was a ringing in his ears and he felt his heart thumping throughout his body. Then his mom had moved beside him and put her arm around his shoulder, telling him, "I don't mind if you want to try wearing diapers again. You look pretty silly at your age, but it doesn't hurt anything. Just make sure you wash any you use and don't use up all of little Tony's." The she stressed, "And for God's sake, don't let your father catch you!"
While Glen was excited at being given permission to wear diapers - with his dad leaving for Korea soon, that meant he could probably do it as often as he wanted - he couldn't bring himself to turn and face his mom. Somehow he managed to mumble an 'Okay' and finished getting a dry diaper on little Tony.
It wasn't until a week or so later, after school was out for the summer and Glen and Charley began spending all their free time together, that she voiced her other concern. And again, she wisely waited until Glen was relaxed, changing little Tony's diaper and didn't have to look at her while they talked. "Glen, the other night when you had that diaper on - did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "It was kinda fun."
"Were you pretending to be a baby?"
"No, uh, I . . . just put it on and wet it."
"I guess that feels good, huh?"
"Yeah it did," he told her honestly.
"Have you done it since then?"
"Uh, no. I, uh . ."
"But you'd like to?"
"Yeah, maybe." That answer hadn't been so honest. Glen wanted to very badly. But he was waiting for his dad to leave in a week.
"What does Charley think about you wearing a diaper?"
"He thinks it's cool," Glen answered, not wanting to reveal that Charley had actually been much more enthusiastic about it than 'cool'. By that time Glen had his little brother changed and had picked up the giggling, wiggling toddler. Her next remark nearly made Glen drop the baby.
"Glen, when I went in to cover you up the other night, you and Charley were cuddled together and you were holding Charley in a VERY intimate way. I know you're going through a stage right now where you're very curious about a lot of things. I just want you to know you can come to me if you have any questions and please, be careful. It's one thing to experiment with your friends, but it can be very, very dangerous to try things like that with strangers."
He'd known it was pointless to try to deny anything and again mumbled an, "Okay" in response. He was certain that his mother's 'intimate way' was her tactful way of saying she'd seen him holding Charley's cock. What had weighed heaviest in his mind at the moment had been her approval of experimentation. It was part of the reason that a few days later, when he and Charley had gotten naked at the pond, that Glen had given in to his urges and sucked his best friend's cock for the first time.
And once that line was crossed, it didn't take long for Glen to cross it again. As near as Glen could recall, it was about 30 minutes. Glen had sucked off Charley a second time as soon as he possibly could, but that had meant waiting to get another turn. The biggest surprise for Glen back then was that Charley had insisted on sucking Glen too. Glen had had no idea that his friend was as eager to try it as he had been.
"I thought maybe you were just afraid to go first," Charley had later told him, when they were discussing what had happened and how they felt about it. "I was planning to do you first and then make you do me so you couldn't tell. But you beat me to it." By then, the boys had been getting together almost daily for a week to repeat that day at the pond. Had they been honest about their desires sooner, they'd have had more than seven months of cocksucking experience behind them instead of seven days.
The following year was an awesome one for both boys. As they started high school together, each had singled out a girl they wanted, as much to prove to each other that they weren't homosexual as anything else. They'd gotten two surprises for their efforts. The first was that the girls were willing to go out with them, and the second was that socially at least, the girls were really a lot of fun! In addition, dating the girls had an added bonus.
They were at an age when they needed to get a parent to drive them on their dates and of course they did that together too. They always double-dated and on date night, would sleep over at the house of whichever parent had volunteered to drive. So after getting horny as toads during their dates, they would spend the night in bed together taking care of each other's lustful needs. By the time they were seniors, they'd heard countless of their friends complaining of 'blue balls' after a date. Glen and Charley - or Chuck as he insisted he be called after they reached high school - never had that problem. They had a well rehearsed plan 'B'. They'd make the effort that was expected of them, trying to get in a girls panties. But they didn't worry when a girl said, 'No'. They knew there was a 'yes' waiting for them as soon as they dropped the girls off.
And during that year that Glen's dad was gone, Glen also discovered just how much he loved wearing and wetting a diaper. He was apprehensive about letting his mom catch him at first, but eventually she did by accident and as promised, never said a word. After a short while, he began to feel comfortable and do it once a weekend, usually on Saturday night, and then would come down to breakfast the next morning in his wet diaper. After seeing Glen like that a few times, his mom had offered to help.
"I suppose you think you're too grown up to let me put one of those on you, but I can show you a better way to do it. And I should try to find you some bigger plastic pants and a cover for your mattress. The last time I changed your sheets for you, I noticed a few small stains on the mattress. You don't want to do anything your dad might notice when he gets home. He's always been good about helping me turn the mattresses."
Glen hadn't considered that at all. His dad would be gone a year and it had barely been a month since he left. So he'd gladly accepted the larger plastic pants and with more room, had been even happier when she'd shown him how to fold a thicker diaper that he could wet twice as much. But try as he might - and he'd come really close a time or two - he just couldn't make himself let his mom put a diaper on him. He wished he had and it was something he'd always regret.
Glen was quick to tell anyone that would listen that any sense of tact and diplomacy he had as an adult had been the influence of his mother. Instinctively, she knew that if her son liked wearing diapers, his friend would want to try it too. He remembered her handing him the three pair of adult size plastic pants and her comment about, "you might want to share and you'd still have a spare." She'd even chuckled at the irony of her youngest being in training pants during the day, rapidly outgrowing the need to be diapered while at the same time her oldest going back into diapers.
Their pee play - the thing that had sort of been what had started it all for the boys - wasn't replaced by the diapers. The diapers served to augment it. With Glen's dad gone to Korea and his mom working part-time, the boys had lots of free time to indulge all of their fantasies. In addition to the diapers, Glen had his first experience dressing as 'Glenda' that summer. But pee play was still their mainstay and when Charley raved about how great Glen's cock tasted when Glen had been wearing a wet diaper, Glen insisted Charley wear one too.
For Glen, burying his face in Charley's wet diaper, and then pulling it aside and sucking Charley's cock, was a thrill he'd want to repeat as often as possible for the rest of his life. In his opinion it was the perfect combination of piss and prick and to be wearing a wet diaper himself at the same time just put it over the top into an area that he was certain nothing else would ever reach. He still felt the same way nearly fifty years later.
Unfortunately for Glen, in their teens, Charley hadn't been as enthusiastic. At a time when they were striving so hard to seem mature and worldly, wearing diapers seemed to Charley to be a step backwards. He enjoyed it tremendously, but was more interested in preserving his image as a young adult male. He was just starting in on his insistence of being called 'Chuck' instead of 'Charley' because he thought Chuck carried more of a rugged male image. In fact, he was more concerned about being seen in a diaper than he was about being caught with a cock in his mouth. And in their junior year, he had been caught with a cock in his mouth, along with Glen and their friend Billy Warren.
All that had saved them from certain expulsion and the ridicule of the entire school, had been who the boys were that they happened to be sucking when Coach Harris caught them. Billy, Chuck and Glen had been on their knees in the gym shower servicing the drooling erections of five of the school's best football players. Two of those players were All State selections and absolutely essential to the team if they hoped to have any chance of making it in the state finals. As a result, the eight boys had run laps until they could barely stand, had picked up trash and done other menial chores of the coaches choosing, received 20 swats apiece from the coaches paddle, and word of the incident had never gotten outside the school gym.
Glen thought of it as another of those incidents that had been so dramatic or life threatening at the time and funny to look back at now. Then he added a description of their getting caught to what he'd already written about the boys in diapers and Glen's mom, not giving any hint as to how that incident in the gym would have an affect on Chuck later in life, and decided it was time for lunch. Going to the kitchen, he was surprised to find Chuck still wearing the shorts he'd put on a couple of hours earlier.
"Are we expecting company?" Glen wanted to know.
He wasn't being sarcastic. Chuck readily admitted that he was a nudist, though usually he'd joke that it was 'for Glen's sake'. Any time Chuck had clothes on for any length of time, there was usually some outside reason for it. Most often it meant they were about to have company and Glen needed to know if they were. A soggy diaper, ruffled plastic panties, and a nightie were not the way he wanted to dress if anyone but their closest friends were coming by.
Chuck explained why he'd kept his shorts on. "The paper boy had a bill stuck in the bag with the paper and a note that said he'd be by later to collect. Guess he doesn't want to show up unexpected," Glen said laughing.
Glen couldn't help but laugh too. Though they'd both hit sixty, calling their thirty something year old newspaper route-man a 'boy' was still stretching it. But what Glen found amusing was recalling the last time their 'paperboy' came to collect.
A week after Chuck had retired, they'd signed the papers on this old farmhouse in the middle of a Florida orange grove. At one time, the original owners had raised cattle, but as they'd gotten older and their kids had moved off, they 'took the money and ran'. They'd sold all but the two acres the house and shed were on to a company that had planted the whole thing with orange trees. It was perfect for the two men. There was a small portion of the front yard that was visible from the road. In the back yard Chuck could walk around naked as much as he liked and Glen could wear his diapers and nighties outside without a problem.
Three months previous - the paperboy collected quarterly - they'd been expecting a visit from their friend Larry, a fellow piss freak that had moved into the area after years in Wisconsin. When the doorbell had rung, Glen had gone to the door to let Larry in, and Chuck, who had been outside in the garden and heard the bell, came around the corner of the house at the same time. The poor guy that delivered their paper was in a crossfire of sorts. He kept looking back and forth between the guy in diapers in the doorway and the naked guy standing on the end of the front porch.
He'd stammered a few times and told them, "Uh, I could come back."
"That's okay," Chuck had told him. "Glen will pay you."
That meant that Glen had to go get some money and bring it back to the guy without being able to change or cover up and that had been Chuck's intention. He had done it on purpose as one of his continual little jokes. In fact, Chuck had stood on the end of the porch talking to the guy the whole time Glen had been gone to get the right change for him.
In the meantime Larry had shown up and thinking the guy on the porch, talking with bare ass Chuck, must be there for piss play too, had asked him if he still had his clothes on because he liked to wet them. When the poor guy had seemed confused, Larry asked him, "Aren't you here for the piss party?" That's when the guy realized that Larry had started pissing in his jeans as soon as he'd gotten out of his car and had a growing wet stain down the inside of both legs of his jeans.
By then, Glen had been back with the money and had handed it to him, not knowing about the exchange with Larry and wondering why the guy had almost ran out to the road where he'd left his car and or why Chuck thought it all so funny.
"Were you planning on me answering the door in a diaper again? Glen asked.
"Probably not. I'm not sure. But I know last time he had a good-sized lump in his pants before Larry showed up. He was looking at my cock the whole time we were talking and I swear he was almost drooling."
"Mmm," Glen mused aloud. "That sounds a lot like a postman I used to know."
"Asshole," Chuck said grinning. "How about you finish answering those questions and I'll finish making this salad for lunch and if the paperboy wants to take it out in trade, I'll send him in to see you."
Glen shot his friend the finger, grabbed a handful of grapes to munch on, and went back to the computer. He was still laughing to himself because his remark about the postman, who obviously had been Chuck, had brought back a lot of the stories that Chuck had told him about his days delivering the mail door-to-door. He'd delivered pleasure as well as mail to a number of men on his route, but there was one that had been very important.
"Several of you have asked about the years between when we were beginning high school and getting together again twenty years after we graduated," Glen began when he was seated at the computer. Then he thought about it some more and decided to start with himself first.
Glen thought the year his dad had been gone to Korea was one of the best of his life. Then, just a couple of years after he got back and right before he was due to put in his retirement papers, he'd gotten orders to go to Vietnam to work as advisor to their Army. While his dad had grumbled and been in a bad mood until the day he left, Glen was looking forward to another year like he'd enjoyed the last time his dad had been gone, with the added bonus that he now had a drivers license and a car to use. It hadn't quite worked out that way.
The first weekend Glen's dad was gone, Glen had come to the breakfast table in the wet diaper he'd had on all night and his mom had told him very plainly, "No more." She felt he was getting way too old to still want to do that fourteen had been pushing it. Seventeen was way too much. Besides, his little brother wanted to know why Glen got to wear diapers and he didn't. She told Glen he could still do it in his room if he thought he had to, "But not around me and not around little Tony." So Glen had put his diapers and plastic pants in storage - but not so deep that he couldn't get to them every once in a while.
It didn't bother him that much. He was still enjoying piss play with Chuck at least once a week and they were having sex more often than that. In addition, they'd recently discovered Billy Warren was also in tune with their idea of fun. Billy was on the football team with Chuck and one afternoon at practice, when Coach Harris hadn't given them a break in over an hour, Billy was grumbling about needing to pee.
"Just piss in your pants like I do," Chuck had told him. "No one will know except Glen and he's cool."
Chuck had gotten a couple of the guys to champion Glen as the new team equipment manager when the job had become vacant. Glen and Chuck had thought that was the coolest thing ever because when the team went out of town, Glen got to go and was Chuck's roommate.
Billy had pissed in his practice pants and then splashed some water on himself to help cover it up. "Feels good, doesn't it," Chuck had whispered and Billy had agreed. Then, since they had a secret between them, Billy had asked Chuck, "Does your friend Glen like guys?"
Chuck had looked at him, surprised that anyone suspected, and Billy had told him, "I've seen the way he looks at the guys going in and out of the showers."
Then a couple of weeks later, almost out of the blue, Billy had told Chuck, "My brother says that guys give the best blowjobs. Would you let a guy suck you?"
Chuck had thought about his answer and told him, "Maybe. Depends on the guy. If it was you, I'd be glad to." He'd put it that way so that it could be taken seriously or as some of the usual bantering. Yet he was still surprised when Billy had asked when they could get together.
In short order they'd become a threesome. Although Billy wasn't as fond of piss play as the other two, he was happy to indulge them with a golden shower any time they wanted. He was also a little less discreet than Glen and Chuck and that had led to the three of them being caught by some other members of the team which in turn led to eight of them being caught by Coach Harris.
So what should have been an even greater year for Glen than the last time his dad had been gone, had instead been filled with a lot of problems that got worse when his dad came home. It seemed to Glen that no matter what he did, his dad wasn't happy. Like if he cut the grass, his dad would holler that he'd cut it too short and if Glen pointed out that he hadn't changed any settings since his dad had made them, his dad would get madder and tell him it was a 30 minute job and it had taken Glen twice that long because he didn't know what he was doing.
One week after he graduated from high school, Glen left for Army basic training. He was eighteen, enlisted on his own, and didn't tell his folks until the morning he left. He'd been in 3rd platoon, Company B, of the First Training Battalion for three weeks when the 1st Sergeant had called him in.
"You're Ski's boy," the sergeant had said more as a statement, since he'd already checked. He'd been keeping an eye on Glen since his second day in Company B when he'd noticed the name. You couldn't help but notice the name.
Glen knew that his dad's Army buddies all called him 'Ski' since it was a whole lot easier to say than Czarnejkowski. Glen was already being called 'Ski' by the guys in his platoon. So Glen had stood at attention and affirmed the 1st Sergeant's question.
The sergeant had laughed, told Glen to sit down and asked how his dad was doing.
"Last time I saw him," Glen told the 1st Sergeant, "He was in the backyard chewing out the fence for not standing up straight." Glen wasn't trying to be funny. That's exactly what his dad had been doing when he went out to say goodbye. But Sergeant Williams found it so funny he nearly fell out of his chair.
They talked for quite a while about the Army in general and what Glen wanted to do. Sergeant Williams had raised an eye when Glen told him he wanted to go in the Infantry like his dad. Glen was half-way back to his barracks when he realized he'd left his fatigue hat in the 1st Sergeant's office and retraced his steps, getting there just in time to hear Sergeant Williams say on the phone, "He's a smart kid Ski, but he damn sure ain't Infantry. He'll be lucky if he qualifies on the range. I'll see what I can do." A week before the end of basic, Glen had gotten orders sending him to school to learn typing 'the Army way'. Instead of Infantry, as he'd assumed, he was to become a company clerk.
He'd also assumed when he enlisted, that his cocksucking days were behind him. For years his dad had told him about the 'real men' that made up the good old U.S. of A. Army. But just a couple of nights after his talk with the 1st Sergeant, he'd pulled guard duty and discovered two guys from his platoon trading blowjobs behind the mess hall. The three quickly became very good friends.
By the time he re-enlisted and went to Quartermaster school three years later, the military of all branches was drafting anyone that wasn't crippled. While home on leave after his schooling, he heard that his old pal Chuck had hung out in college as long as possible and that he'd married some gal and knocked her up to keep from being drafted and that it hadn't helped, that he'd been drafted anyway. Glen tried to find out where he was stationed, but they'd lost contact.
Glen did well in the Quartermasters and quickly became the go-to guy wherever he was stationed. At the same time he also developed what came to be known as "Gay-dar." He could walk down a hallway, and passing a soldier he'd never seen before, get the feeling that the guy would welcome Glen's attention. He was right every time. So instead of the scarcity of pretty little pricks to suckle that he'd expected when he'd enlisted, Glen had found a virtual gold mine of soldier cocks to service.
With that in mind, he still wondered whatever had possessed him to get married. And to make it worse, to a Commanding Officer's daughter. She was too young and too spoiled - and pretty as a button. He was stationed at Lexington Army Depot at the time and one of the soldiers he was swapping blowjobs with was involved with a little theater group. He convinced Glen to join them to help with production. Glen decided he really liked the theater and the current leading lady decided she really liked Glen. Looking back, Glen could see that Melissa reminded him a lot of his mother. And as far as sex with a woman was concerned, Glen figured Melissa was about as good as he was ever going to get. She didn't like oral sex in any way or form, but she did like to fuck on a regular basis. So when she insisted they marry before he left on his third tour of 'Nam, he agreed.
When he got back, she bragged about having sex with several soldiers in his absence. So he smiled and told her he'd done the same. While in "Nam, his jeep had hit a tree, trying to avoid the jeep in front of him that had hit a mine. Somehow - he couldn't believe he might have been smiling - he managed to knock out all his front teeth, top and bottom, without so much as splitting his lip. Rumors of his newfound cocksucking aptitude quickly got to the right ears. There were few other NCOs and a couple of young officers that preferred Sgt. 'Ski's hot mouth to the disease ridden cyclo-girls in town.
So for the next ten years, he and Barb had lived a life of peaceful coexistence. Every place he was stationed had a little theater group, either on post or in the community, and sometimes they got involved with both. It was the one thing they could do together that they both enjoyed.
In the meantime, her affairs were often so flagrant that it couldn't be considered cheating. He didn't know he had something new called 'An Open Marriage' until the night she introduced him to her latest boyfriend at a play rehearsal. When she told the guy that Glen was her husband, the guy looked a little panicky. She told him not to worry because they had 'an open marriage'. Later she explained to Glen that meant she could go out and fuck anyone she wanted, but they still stayed married. It was some sort of carry over from the free love of the hippie era. They were right in the middle of the swinging 70's and sexual freedom was at an all time high, but he still couldn't talk her into a threesome where they could share a cock. Somewhere along the line though, one of her lovers had taught her to enjoy having her pussy eaten. She wasn't too surprised to discover her sissy husband would gladly eat her out after she'd been with one of her boy friends. She wouldn't share a cock, but at least she'd share the cream.
Then one night, a few years later, when she was supposed to be gone for a week visiting her parents, she'd come home two days early and found Glen in bed, with a fellow NCO between his legs, happily sucking Glen's cock.
"What are you DOING!" she screamed.
It had made the guy with Glen scared, but Glen had almost rolled out of bed laughing. Composing himself, he took hold of the guys cock in one hand and told her, "Why am I not surprised you don't know. It's called 'sucking cock' honey and if you tried it once in a while you might discover it's a lot of fun." Then he turned away from her and heard her gasp and run out the door as he began sucking the cock in his hand.
Glen later figured that little bit of sarcasm had cost him an extra thousand dollars in the divorce, but he could have cared less. He knew her ego would keep her from telling anyone she'd lost her husband to another man and he only had another year to go to hit twenty and pack it in. By then he'd gotten into recruiting, was stationed in his old hometown, and was doing very well. Although to tell the truth, he was beginning to have a hard time telling young men what a great career the military would be, when all along he knew he was getting out as soon as possible. But he wrote that off to his recent decision to be honest about being gay. He didn't flaunt it, but didn't deny it when asked.
It was just a fluke to discover his old high school, which was in the area where he recruited, had a twenty-year reunion coming up. He talked to a lot of seniors and recent graduates from his alma mater, but had lost contact with all of the people he'd known back when he'd gone to school there. However Glen was acquainted with the ROTC instructor who knew Glen was an alum and happened to mention seeing something about the class of '83 reunion would be touring the campus. It was news to Glen and he decided it might be fun to go.
For Chuck, the intervening years were less regimented, so to speak, but you couldn't escape the military completely. By taking the minimum hours required to be considered full time, and maintaining a 'C' average, Chuck was able to avoid the draft for three years. Then, with over sixty hours of credit and beyond what he could take from the local junior college, Chuck had tried another ploy.
He'd been dating a girl named Barbara for about a year and suddenly proposed that they elope. He tossed her birth control pills the night she accepted and later, when they did the math, he suspected she was pregnant by the time they got back home. He informed the draft board of her pregnancy before he told his parents and neither had been impressed. The draft board took him anyway and his parents were stuck with a pregnant young lady to look after while her husband was in the Army for two years.
When Chuck got home from his year in Vietnam, he was a different guy. There were a lot of things in his mind that he couldn't sort and place and make sense of and his combat experience didn't help at all. He went by to see Glen's folks to try to find out where he was at and found they'd moved. He needed to find a job, but had no experience except a few dinky part-time jobs he'd held while in college. In theory at least, his military obligation had been met, but he was still in the Reserves and subject to call up which made him even less hirable. With a wife and baby girl to support, he really had a rough time of it, bouncing from one meaningless job to another for a couple of years before he finally took his dad's advice and applied to take the postal exam.
Between his dad's connections, the shortage of manpower, a good score on the test and the bonus points Chuck got for being a veteran with a Purple Heart, he was on the top of the list and the next one hired. As an added bit of luck, when he finished with his training, he was assigned a route that covered some of his old neighborhood, including the house of his old friend, Coach Harris.
Call it luck or call it fate, whatever, it helped to resolve some of the issues that Chuck had been holding inside by bringing them to the surface where they could be dealt with. Chuck had no idea that the "Quinton N. Harris" at the address on his route was the same "Norm Harris" that had been his coach a few years earlier. He'd been delivering mail to that address for several weeks before he found out.
Schools and the Post Office have the same basic holiday schedule. So it wasn't until school was out for the summer that Chuck happened to run into his old coach while delivering the mail. It was a toss up as to which was the most surprised.
They talked for several minutes, bringing each other up to date on their lives. Chuck told him about being married with a little girl and the coach explained he was no longer coaching. As of the previous year, he had become the Dean of Boys at the new high school in the area. The following day, they talked some more, and when Chuck mentioned his experiences in 'Nam, Norm, as he insisted Chuck call him, had told him about being a veteran of Korea.
After more than a week of these late morning chats, it finally occurred to Chuck, who could be a little dense about these things at times, that it might be more than a coincidence that Norm happened to be working in or around his front yard every morning when Chuck came through. It was Chuck that finally brought up the subject they'd both been avoiding.
Norm had offered Chuck a glass of tea and after Chuck thanked him for it, he added, "And I really want to thank you for not getting us expelled that time you caught us fooling around in the showers."
"I'm not that much older than you," Norm told him. "And I could remember doing the same thing when I was your age."
Neither pursued the topic at the moment, but it sure caused Chuck to think.
Up to then, the single greatest recurring thought that had been in Chuck's mind for many months had been the great sex he'd had with Glen back in high school. Their last time had been the night before Glen left for basic training. They'd walked down to the pond for old time's sake and discovered there were now houses less than a quarter mile away.
"Let's go somewhere else," Chuck had suggested.
"NO." Glen had answered insistently. "It's almost dark. I want your pee and your cum and I want it right here. Just like the first time."
So they'd circled around the pond a few times, killing time and finding an area a little more sheltered from view. As soon as they were fairly certain they wouldn't be seen, Chuck had given Glen the drenching that he'd asked for and a week's worth of cum. Chuck hadn't gotten his nuts off since fucking his date on graduation night. Then he'd taken Glen's full load and topped it off with Glen's piss, using some to wash down the cum in his mouth and wearing the rest proudly, knowing it might be a while before they could do it again.
Later that summer, with Glen gone, Chuck decided to go straight. Thanks in part to the three girls he'd had sex with, he'd already come to the conclusion that straight sex was called that because it tended to be boring and unimaginative. He'd mentioned oral sex to all three girls and gotten some version of, "Eww, that's nasty." He could just imagine how they might have responded to a request to drink their pee. But he'd also clung tightly to Glen's mother's opinion that boys their age all experimented.
So with high school behind him, college in front of him, and his best friend gone, he knew he'd pretty well worn out the 'boys experimenting' excuse. Maybe if Billy Warren hadn't moved, he might have tried to stretch it, but Chuck knew that if he went out and found another guy to replace Glen for sex, it could no longer be considered experimenting. It would be an affirmation that he was queer.
With that in mind, he tried to erase Glen and the things they'd done, while at the same time he put more effort into pursuing the opposite sex. When a date told him 'no' he didn't fold at the first rebuff and rush her home so he could be with Glen. Since Glen wasn't there and he was now determined to go straight, a date had to tell Chuck 'no' at least three times to keep him out of her panties. He quickly discovered that the first 'no' was usually to save face. Girls didn't want to seem easy, no matter how many guys they'd fucked, so they all said 'no' even if they were undressing when they said it, as they often were the second or third time they had sex.
He readily admitted to himself, but not to Barb, that his marriage had been a sham to escape the draft. When that hadn't worked and he'd come home two years later to find himself a husband and father, he'd done the responsible thing and tried to make the marriage work. To his surprise and Barb's too, Chuck did a pretty good job of it once he got settled down. Barb was especially happy to see Chuck become his old self not long after he started with the Post Office. In the beginning, she never suspected what was making him so happy
There were several people on Chuck's mail route that requested he not walk across their lawn. Norm wasn't one of them. As a result, one morning not long after they'd mentioned the shower incident, Chuck happened to be cutting across the front of Norm's house just as a man about Chuck's age was coming out the door. Chuck saw him stop, lean back in for a quick kiss, and tell Norm, "You've got cum on your chin."
The guy gave Chuck a smile and looked him over as they passed at the foot of the porch stairs. By the time Chuck got to the door, Norm had a handkerchief in his hand, a blush on his face, and was wiping his chin. "You missed a spot," Chuck told him and it was the only words between them for the next ten minutes. Chuck sized up the situation and just sort of snapped, much like Glen had done, the first time they'd had sex at the pond.
He could see that Norm was both horny and left unsatisfied by the man that had just left. All Norm had on was a pair of sweat pants that were tented. At the peak of the tent was a silver dollar size wet spot that Chuck knew had to be pre-cum even before he put his hand on it.
Norm thought Chuck was going to wipe his chin for him but instead, Chuck moved in closer, wrapped his hand around Norm's cock, and licked up the stray dollop of cum, like he used to do with Glen. Norm got Chuck's postal uniform off him almost as fast as Chuck got Norm's sweat pants out of the way.
They took turns sucking for a few minutes, 69'ed on the living room floor for a few minutes, and then took turns again. Norm got Chuck's load first. After he'd savored and then swallowed it, he looked up at Chuck and told him, "You little peckerwoods never knew how many times I jacked off in my office watching you guys run naked to and from the showers. I used to dream about sucking every one of you."
"You should have told me," Chuck said, swapping places with Norm. "We'd have been glad to help." Then he helped himself to the cum waiting in Norm's nuts.
Never had a mailman shown the enthusiasm for delivering his route that Chuck exhibited that summer. It was the summer of '69 in more ways than one. By the time Chuck would get to Norm's house each day, they'd both be so aroused with anticipation that their trysts never took more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Sometimes that wasn't enough for either of them. On Saturdays particularly, Norm would invite Chuck to come back by on his way home. Once school started in the fall and weekdays were out, those Saturdays were augmented with Norm's suggestion they meet on Sunday afternoons to play tennis. Norm taught Chuck how to play tennis and Chuck taught Norm the joys of watersports.
Chuck's first tennis lesson was short and sweet and the sex at Norm's house immediately after was even sweeter. When Norm said he needed to shower and pee, Chuck volunteered to help with both. Norm had never had anyone drink his pee, but he'd heard of it and somewhere along the way, probably as a physical education major, had learned that urine was harmless. Since Chuck did it with such enthusiasm, he decided to try it himself. As a result, piss play had a new, and enthusiastic, fan.
For Chuck, it was an idyllic life. And while Barb was happy to see Chuck so happy, she began to have doubts that it was because of her. She suspected there might be another woman, but never once gave thought to the possibility of another man. As their sex life dwindled to once a month over the next few years, she was constantly on the lookout for some telltale clue like a stray hair or lipstick mark, but never found a thing. She'd all but written it off to a lack of libido on her husband's part when one of her girlfriends, in whom she'd confided, made a suggestion.
"There's a new book out called, 'The Sensuous Woman', and if you don't learn all those things in that book and use them, some other woman will."
The sudden change in his wife was almost shocking. It was several months before Chuck discovered what had helped create the new Barb and by then his body was almost worn out. He was suddenly finding it almost impossible to tell her no. She'd learned her lessons well. The problem was that about the time she began to employ the things she had read about in the book, school was out again. He had Norm looking to drain his balls nearly every day and his wife expecting him to perform for her nearly every night. Barb never understood what made Labor Day, at the end of the summer, such a special occasion to Chuck.
Chuck survived three of those summers before he eventually got help from an unexpected source. When their daughter started school, Barb decided she should go back to work full time and got a job in a one-woman office for a man that owned a laundry and dry-cleaning plant. The poor guy that owned the place was putting in 14 hour days, six days a week, and then coming in on Sundays to do maintenance. As his business grew, his marriage deteriorated and he began to use Barb to bare his soul. Before long, they were baring their bodies for a different kind of consolation.
When Barb's demands on him tapered off, Chuck was happy to see things return to what he considered a more normal state. It took over a year before he realized that his wife was still every bit as sexy in her manner and dress as before, and he wasn't the object of her desires. At first it angered him. He considered what he was doing as a minor indiscretion, since he was simply enjoying sex with another man and not doing anything that he saw as a threat to their marriage. On the other hand, she was sleeping with her boss, which was certainly a case of infidelity since their affair threatened the sanctity of two marriages. He didn't consider it a double standard, merely a redefining of the rules. In fact, over the years, as he came across other men on his route that showed obvious interest in their postman and Chuck gladly accepted their advances. Ironically, he considered those sexual tête-à-têtes as more of an infidelity with Norm than with his wife. Sex with another man wasn't the same as cheating on your wife with another woman. At least that was the way Chuck saw it.
When he confronted her with his suspicions, she never denied it for an instant. But she had redefined her rules too. Since she and her boss were both good Catholics, and neither coveted the other as a future spouse, they weren't interested in getting a divorce to remarry. That was something the church would never approve of. They were simply providing each other with the physical comfort they weren't getting at home. She pointed out that she had never turned Chuck away and that should the time ever come when she did, then they might have to reevaluate their position. In the meantime, he was welcome to fuck her as often as he wanted - and so was her boss.
Chuck thought it prudent not to mention where he was getting his own satisfaction and their relationship entered a new chapter; one that lasted over ten years.
It was Chuck's daughter Hailey that eventually caught him with another man. By that time she was in high school and with a new driver's license in her hand, was out of pocket just enough that Chuck wasn't always sure of her location.
Chuck had passed on two promotions in order to keep walking his route that covered Norm's house. But when Norm moved to a newer home that gave them more privacy and didn't have door-to-door delivery, Chuck had moved in off the streets to begin a series of advancement through supervisory positions. With Norm's promotion to principal at a middle school, his available time was also limited. During the near fifteen years that they'd been the main source of each other's sexual pleasure, the once or twice a day assignations had become once or twice a week, partly because of the lack of time and partly because, as they grew older, quality become more important than quantity. They both preferred waiting until they had at least a couple of hours for hot wet sex, than the frequent quick blowjobs that had been the mainstay of the early part of their relationship. Chuck was becoming more of a nudist and loved the chance to strip off his clothes the minute he got to Norm's house.
By mere coincidence, one Sunday afternoon, when Chuck was supposed to be playing tennis with Norm, they decided to blow off the game and spend the time blowing each other. Hailey was out riding with one of her friends, on the way to spend some of daddy's money at the mall, when she saw her dad turn into a small, unmarked subdivision on the edge of town. She'd long suspected that both of her parents were having affairs, knew her dad was supposed to be playing tennis in a different direction, and told her friend to follow her dad's car. They drove past just in time to see her dad open the front door of a small, ranch style home with his own key and that only piqued her curiosity more.
The girls drove by the house twice as they discussed the possibilities for her dad to be visiting a house where he had his own key when he was supposed to be somewhere else. Then they waited at the far end of the road to discuss what they should do about it. Hailey wanted to know more, but in another way, was also afraid to know more. On the other hand, her friend Megan was all fired up to play snoop. The back of the house where her dad had entered was toward an undeveloped area with a path cut through it for transmission lines. So the girls parked their car, cut through a vacant lot to the power lines, and then walked down to the house where Hailey's dad was at.
While Hailey looked for something to stand on to see over the privacy fence, Megan scouted for a hole or a gap in the fence and found one. When she urgently motioned for Hailey to come to her, Hailey could see that her face was flushed and as soon as she was close enough, Megan whispered, "There's two naked men and they're playing with each other and I think one of them is your dad."
Hailey took a turn looking and saw her dad sitting in a hot tub with another man that she was pretty sure was her dad's friend Norm. That was confirmed when Megan told her, "I think the guy with the curly hair is the principal where I used to go to school."
"They're not playing with each other," Hailey said in defense of her dad. "They're just sitting in a hot tub. Most people do that naked."
Megan looked at Hailey and asked, "What do you call it when your boyfriend pulls his cock out and you hold it for him?"
"They were really doing that?" she asked and got a silent nod from Megan. It took her a minute or two to work up the courage to look again and when she did, she confirmed the worst of her fears. Norm was now sitting on the edge of the hot tub and her dad was between his legs, feasting on Norm's erection. "Let's go," Hailey said quickly, pulling Megan with her so that she didn't witness the two men having sex.
Somehow, she kept the knowledge she'd gained that afternoon inside her for two weeks. She couldn't decide whether to ask her dad about it or tell her mom. Then one evening she came home and asked her dad where her mom was at, and Chuck answered, "Probably with her boyfriend."
He regretted it as soon as he said it and regretted it even more when Hailey came back at him with, "Then why aren't you out with your boyfriend?"
As he stood speechless, she told him what she'd seen and how she came to see it. His only remark when she was finished was, "Have you told your mom?"
"No. But if you don't, I will."
He was still of the opinion that Barb's infidelity was of a much greater consequence than his, but it still took him a couple of days to bring it up. And he wasn't too surprised to learn that in her opinion, his infidelity was of a much, much higher degree, since it involved an 'unnatural act'. With all the cards on the table, their charade of more than ten years was nearly over. Chuck had been considering a divorce when Hailey turned eighteen. He resigned himself to having it come a little sooner.
But the biggest blow to Chuck was Norm being offered a job as assistant superintendent of a large school district nearly two-hundred miles away. He'd been working at and achieved his PhD and it was the next step in reaching his goal of superintendent, so of course he took it. They still managed to visit once a month or so, but it was the end of that relationship as they knew it.
Except for the two years he'd been in the Army, Chuck had never lived more than ten miles from the home where he'd been raised. As a result, he constantly ran into people he'd known all his life, including classmates from high school and had been asked to be on the planning committee for the upcoming 20-year reunion. The very first thing he did was scan the database that had been compiled to see if by any chance Glen's name and address was in there. He was disappointed to see it wasn't and amazed to see Glen show up unannounced. They were almost rude to other people in their rush to get somewhere they could talk in private.
"Wonder if the old pond is still there?" Glen asked as soon as possible, knowing full well it wasn't. He'd recruited a young man whose backyard had to be about where the pond was at one time. But he thought it the perfect way to test Chuck's interest.
"Been gone for years," Chuck answered, then grinned lustfully. "But I've got a plastic cover on my mattress if you'd like to make your own pond."
Fifteen minutes after Glen had walked in the door of the reunion, the two men were gone together to Chuck's apartment for a reunion of their own. By daybreak the next morning, the sheets were so wet they were dripping on the rug on both sides and the pillows had become giant piss-filled sponges. And since it was a Saturday, they stayed in the wet bed to continue playing. They finally took a break at mid-afternoon so that they could go to a pharmacy near there that stocked convalescent supplies - including incontinence goods. Sunday morning, in spite of both men having been diapered all night in thick, makeshift diapers they'd created from bath-towels and brand new adult plastic pants, the sheets were just as wet as the previous morning. It wasn't because the plastic pants were faulty. It was because their diapers were saturated to the point of leaking and that had been before they went to bed. By Sunday night, they knew at long last it was time for them to try living together.
"Here," Glen said over his shoulder. "Sit down and read through this and see if there's anything I should have added."
Chuck took Glen's place at the computer, scrolled to the beginning and read what Glen had written. He'd just finished and was giving Glen his approval when the doorbell rang. "You're up Glenda - You get it," he said with a grin.
Glen had on his favorite sissy outfit consisting of a thick diaper, now very wet, ruffled plastic panties, and a short ruffled baby-doll nightie. There was a car in the drive he didn't recognize, but a glance through the peephole confirmed it was the paperboy. Since he'd already seen Glen in diapers the last time he was by, Glen figured he wouldn't be too shocked by the addition of lingerie to Glen's attire. But the one that got shocked was Glen.
He opened the door and before he could say a word, he was speechless. The man that threw their paper was standing there in pants that he was wetting as Glen stared. Nothing made Glen salivate more than the thought of piss flavored cock and he might have dropped to his knees right there in the doorway if Chuck hadn't hollered, asking who was at the door.
"I think you better come here," Glen replied. He would have asked the man in and taken him to Chuck, but both of the guy's pants legs were dripping heavily on the porch.
The man looked at Glen, tried to smile, and in a weak and nervous voice told him, "I haven't done this since I was in school but it's all I've been able to think about since the last time I was here. I hope it's alright."
"Oh it's perfectly alright," Glen answered, stepping out on the porch and cupping the wet crotch of the man's pants in one hand. Feeling the swelling mound inside, he added softly, "More than alright. Way more."
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