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Adam's Big Brother (M/b, ped)
By Anonymous Author (1996)

Today was a big day for 10-year-old Adam Ellison. It was the first 
time he was going to stay over night at his recently acquired Big 
Brother's house; and not just over night - but for a whole 4 days! 
He was very excited as he waited for David, the new man in his 
life, to pick him up. He had packed and repacked until his mother 
made him sit down and play Super Mario Brothers to help him relax. 
Still he jumped up and looked out the window every time he heard a 
car drive by.

Adam was a lively boy, if somewhat hard to handle for his mother. 
Since his parents had divorced (and his father having run off with 
a blond "bombshell") a full 3 years ago, he'd had a rather rough 
time of things. His mother worked hard, unable to collect any 
child support from her run-away husband.

She worked as a waitress and frequently had to work evenings and 
nights, depending on her air headed sister and an alcoholic 
neighbor for childcare when she couldn't be home with Adam. This 
was especially hard on the boy and he expressed his frustration in 
various inappropriate ways. He was used to getting bare-assed 
beltings and other harsh punishments from his various caretakers, 
condoned virtually carte blanche by his mother, Brenda, knowing 
what a handful he was around the house.

Brenda had started Adam in occasional programs at the local YMCA 2 
years ago, and from there she got the idea for applying for a Big 
Brother for the boy. It took over a year, but when David Shields 
presented himself to her as a candidate she accepted without 
question, greatly relieved that her son now had a role model and 
she had someone to look after him.

David was a well-mannered and handsome man of 33. He had a 
Bachelor of Arts degree and worked as a display artist for a local 
advertising firm. He seemed intelligent and personable, and was 
willing to devote most of his free time to her son, a gift she 
gladly accepted.

David Shields was breathless the first time he met Adam. He knew 
from the photograph he had been shown that he really wanted to 
meet this boy. But his dreams came true when he saw him standing 
there, small for a 10 year old, barely 4 feet tall and only 52 
pounds, with a diabolical charm that demanded utmost attention! 
But for his diminutive stance Adam exuded energy (in every form), 
something David craved! After spending a single afternoon in the 
park with Adam David knew he had the boy of his dreams in his 
hands. And Adam saw in the man the loving, caring father he had 
never really known. From that day on each of them thought of 
little else but spending time with the other...and Brenda was 
elated!

To Brenda David was a Godsend. His demeanor was slick and he 
offered her virtually everything she wanted. He had told her that 
since his recent break-up with his fiance that he wanted time to 
reflect on his own youth and found Big Brothers to be an ideal 
vehicle, which she couldn't deny. David offered her "as much time 
as possible" with Adam, and even suggested that once school let 
out regular weekend overnights were welcome.

Brenda found this to be an offer she couldn't refuse and continued 
to butter David up (needlessly) in an effort to keep him 
interested in her son. By the time school let out Brenda had 
arranged for David to keep the boy every weekend and granted him 
every privilege of discipline and loco praentis. In all these 
matters David concerned himself not with details but with 
generalities. He wanted Adam at any cost, and considering the 
obvious graciousness of the boy's mother he accepted her every 
offer; offers which fell like gilded feathers into the pockets of 
his desire.

In the course of their agreements Brenda had mentioned, ever so 
casually (so as not to disturb) Adam's "little bedwetting 
problem". To David this was as if a "stroke from heaven: Adam had 
the same problem that David had suffered with for 14 years of his 
childhood!". Upon hearing of this, several weeks from the time he 
was to take Adam for their first overnight adventure, David made 
every effort to convince Brenda that he would, if allowed, take 
every effort to help Adam to overcome his "problem", and in so 
doing got the child's mother to sign a quasi-medical release which 
allowed David to take up any endeavor he considered potentially 
curative in this (or any other) situation.

David never mentioned the knowledge of the bedwetting to Adam; but 
in his constant dealings with his problem, which occurred at least 
twice a week (and often more), Adam was forced to confront both 
his caretakers and his mother about the problem; a behavior he was 
frequently whipped for. It was not until shortly before David was 
to take Adam overnight that Brenda became convinced that David was 
"an expert" in dealing with problems like bedwetting, a belief she 
had conjured out of her private consultations with the man.

Even so, she never confided with her son about her decision to let 
David take control of the problem, nor had she even mentioned that 
David knew anything about it. So Adam, convinced of David's 
ignorance of his "problem", hoping it would disappear before David 
would ever see it in person, hoping for the Moon...and eventually 
believing that David would never know the truth...in the ensuing 
weeks neither boy nor man mentioned the problem to the other...

Very quickly Brenda became convinced of David's parental 
potential, and not willing to risk any romantic conflict, gave him 
full parental power over the boy starting with their first 4-day 
weekend which was about to happen. Beep-beep came through the open 
window as Adam jumped up for the 100th time and there was David's 
car.

The boy yelled, "He's here! He's Here!" and ran to the door 
opening it with arms outreached for an inevitable hug with his 
mother right behind him. David was almost overwhelmed.

After a few minutes going over last details David grabbed Adams 
suitcase and they waved goodbye to Brenda who was very glad to 
have the fidgety boy out of the house for a few days...but not 
nearly as happy as David was to have the boy to himself for a few 
days of heaven. As the 2 drove to David's house Adam talked about 
baseball and David's computer, something he was very interested 
in. Adam had a video game machine but liked David's computer a lot 
more; David was more than a hobbyist - he used his computer's 
graphic ability to do much of his display work.

Soon they were at David's house and David took Adam right to his 
bedroom where he had set up a youth bed near his own queen-size 
bed. David helped Adam unpack his things, putting his slacks, 
shirts and underwear into his own dresser, in a space he made 
especially for his little friend. It was already late in the 
afternoon by now but there was still plenty of sunlight so the two 
went to the park behind David's house to throw a ball around and 
swing and slide on the playground equipment.

It seemed like only a few minutes had gone by when the sun finally 
began to set. David suggested they drive over to Burger Chef's for 
dinner where they had a fun time. When they returned home it was 
after 9pm. David suggested the boy take a shower and get ready for 
bed and if he was still not sleepy they would work on the computer 
together a while. Adam agreed, and went into the bedroom and got 
his PJs and then went into the bathroom and took a nice soothing 
shower as David listened, his mind full of images. A few minutes 
later the wet-haired lightly pajama-clad youngster came out of the 
steamy bathroom and eagerly approached the computer.

Together they sat at the screen playing games and looking at 
pictures while drinking one soda after another. David showed Adam 
some of his latest artwork which was mostly of men and boys in 
various kinds of underwear. When Adam asked why he drew that kind 
of picture David explained that that was how he made his living: 
people wanted to know what various kinds of underwear looked like 
and it was his job to draw pictures of people wearing them. He 
showed the boy an example of his art as it appeared in the local 
newspaper and Adam said "Oh, sure! I've seen those ads. So THAT'S 
what you do!" 

Then David showed Adam the basics of drawing a boy's underwear 
layout, starting with a boy that looked remarkably like Adam. When 
the outline was drawn David began to fill in details that normally 
weren't in display ads and Adam remarked "Hey! That looks like me! 
But I don't have any clothes on! Put some underpants on me!" 
blushing as much as he was giggling to see a naked drawing of 
himself on David's computer screen.

So David said "No problem!" and drew a pair of underpants over the 
image's naked loins, to which Adam giggled "That's better... hey, 
can you draw a girl naked like that, too?" 

David didn't even reply. He cleared the screen (with a sly save of 
his previous work) and drew an anatomically correct young woman's 
naked picture in under 5 minutes as the child watched intently, 
imagination racing. By the time the picture was complete Adam was 
uncomfortably aware that he had an erection, something that was 
happening more and more often as he headed toward his 11th 
birthday, just a few weeks away.

And just as David completed the little nude, he stood Adam up and 
said it was bedtime. Adam tried to turn so that the little bulge 
in his thin pajamas wouldn't be noticed, but David noticed it 
right away, but to curb the child's embarrassment said "looks like 
you really LIKE my artwork, eh?" in just the right tone and Adam 
giggled back "I sure do!" and took no more effort to conceal his 
arousal.

Together they went into the bedroom and David tucked little Adam 
into his youth bed against mild pleadings from the boy that they 
sleep together in David's big bed (to which he was assured "all in 
good time"), a kiss on his forehead and a comforting exchange of 
"I love you's," David left the boy snuggled up with his favorite 
teddy bear in the dimly lit bedroom.

David grabbed a beer from the fridge and returned to the computer 
to draw picture after picture of Adam in every possible sexual 
pose he could imagine over the next 2 hours, making occasional 
checks of the child's bed for wetness. He went into the bathroom 
and found the boy's shirt and trousers, socks and underpants lying 
on the floor.

Picking them all up and returning to the bedroom he decided to 
turn in at 2:15am, a little drunk, but not too drunk to jerk off 
to an explosive climax as he thought of his delicious little 
friend in the next bed, his little-boy underpants engulfing his 
own enraged penis, bursting his globs of semen forth into the 
virgin-touched "Fruit-Of-The-Looms, trying not to make so much 
noise that it would wake the boy (too much).

Despite his late retiring, David managed to crack an eye before 
Adam stirred the next morning, and carefully he crept out of bed 
and felt for wetness on the youth bed...and he almost cried out 
when he discovered that the bed was not just damp, but saturated! 
Delicately he left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen and 
started coffee and a breakfast for two of eggs and bacon, taking a 
moment to turn on the early morning news on the TV, just loud 
enough to eventually wake the sleepy boy.

As Adam woke up his lively spirits quickly sank as he felt the 
soaking wet bed beneath him. What he had so hoped (and prayed) for 
had not happened. He had wet the bed the very first night. What 
would David think of him?!? He noticed that David was up and 
smelled breakfast cooking. He was afraid to get out of the bed yet 
afraid to remain in it.

After a minute he decided he might be able to sneak into a dry 
pair of pajamas and somehow fake the wet bed if he could get to 
the bathroom and get a glass of water and "accidentally" spill it 
on the bed. He went for it, but just as he was standing naked in 
front of the dresser looking for a dry pair of PJs David walked 
in, feigning ignorance, calling the boy to breakfast. David was as 
surprised to see Adam naked at the dresser as Adam was.

The boy had not yet made any attempt to cover his "accident" and 
it was easy for them both to see what had happened. David looked 
at the soaked bed and then grabbed the wet pajamas from the floor. 
With a stern voice he said directly "I guess you better take a 
shower while I clean up in here." 

Adam understood, tears welling up, and walked directly out of the 
room to the bathroom and took a shower. In the meantime David was 
torn between masturbating and cleaning up. He had anticipated a 
possible bedwetting while the boy was in his care and knew the 
mattress he had bought was waterproof, but he wasn't about to let 
the boy know...not yet...

As Adam showered his body he cried softly. As he washed his little 
penis he thought of the previous night and what fun they had had. 
Now he wondered if he would ever have fun with David again. 
Finishing up he dried himself off and walked back into the bedroom 
with just a towel around his waist. David was sitting on Adam's 
freshly made bed, looking less friendly than usual. Adam hung his 
head low, expecting the worst.

With a solemn gesture David pulled the boy's chin up and looked 
him square in the eye and said "If you can tell me face to face 
that this was a very unlikely accident, I might be inclined to 
believe you. But if you can't, say so now or our relationship is 
over!" 

David's words hurt Adam. He didn't quite know how to interpret his 
voice or what it said, but after a slight pause he understood and 
admitted he had a bedwetting problem; hoping for understanding, 
anticipating the worst.

David shook his head slowly as he thought, then said "Well, your 
mother might be happy cleaning up after you but I don't think I 
can handle it. I guess I'm going to have to take you home and 
forget about any more overnight stays..." Adam began crying 
softly, begging for mercy.

But David continued, "... unless you're willing to wear protection 
at night." Adam asked "Wh... what kind of protection?" 

David replied "Well what do you think? Diapers and rubber pants, 
of course! If you're willing to wear diapers I think we can work 
everything out just as we planed it, and I do want you to stay. 
You know that."

Adam blushed all over as he listened to David. Shivering a little 
and with quivering voice he said "Will you promise not to tell 
anyone else about the diapers?" David assured him he would take 
every effort not to embarrass the boy by telling anyone he wore 
diapers and with that they shook hands on the deal. Yet Adam was 
still crying from his shame so David took the boy into his arms, 
letting the towel drop to the floor, and hugged and kissed him, 
making him feel much better in a short time. 

David picked up the towel and wiped away the boy's tears and then 
in good-natured fun rough-dried his hair and body to get a smile 
back into him. Soon Adam was himself again, with his impish smile 
glowing as David ran the towel over the boy's genitals. That smile 
was indicative of the erection he had just acquired, much to 
David's amusement. He continued carefully drying these special 
parts saying "My, don't you get excited easily!" followed by a 
little giggle. Adam replied "Mommy calls it my 'little monkey' and 
says it means it'll make some woman real happy when I grow up, 
whatever that means...but only if I stop wetting my bed..."

David continued his redundant drying of that "little monkey" 
saying "Adam, if you really want to learn to stop wetting your bed 
and are willing to try some experiments and exercises, even though 
they might be a little embarrassing or uncomfortable, I think I 
can help get you staying dry." With more tears on the verge of 
spilling Adam replied "I'll do ANYTHING if it might help...as long 
as it doesn't hurt too much. What kinds of things?" 

David replied "Well, I'll do a little research and see what we can 
come up with. First of all I think I should take a close look at 
your 'little monkey'. Do you mind?" The boy smiled and lay back on 
the bed with his legs parted and said, with some concern "Sure you 
can...do you think there's something wrong with it?" 

Like a jeweler inspecting a fine gem, David examined Adam's stiff 
little penis and scrotal sack. With mock concern he asked "Does 
this hurt or feel good?" as he gently stroked the boys perfectly 
formed, cleanly circumcised penis while softly fondling his balls. 
Adam giggled, saying "That feels GOOD!"

So David increased the speed of his stroke to a masturbatory level 
and asked again, receiving the same, but more emphatic reply. Like 
a good doctor David said "Well let me know if starts to hurt or 
you want me to stop..." 

Adam thought to himself, "Boy, this is a neat treatment. I hope it 
doesn't work too fast!" as he relaxed with his hands folded on the 
pillow behind his head. 

David continued his stroking, trying several approaches and tempi 
as Adam became more and more excited. Eventually Adam squeaked out 
"Oh, oh, I think something's happening! It hurts - no it feels 
GOOD! Eeeeee!" as David stroked the boy to his first, but totally 
dry, orgasm.

When he sensed it was over he stroked the boy's head, bent down 
and gave him a kiss and said "No, I think your penis is working 
just fine. The problem might be somewhere inside. I'll read about 
it and see what we can find. Now I want to get you dressed because 
you have to be at the "Y" soon and I have to go to work." and with 
that he pulled out some underpants, socks, a T-shirt and a pair of 
shorts and dressed his little companion, fed him breakfast, and 
dropped him off at the "Y".

All day long Adam kept thinking about the fun exercise David had 
given his "little monkey" that morning and couldn't wait for 
another one. All day long David thought up new ways of "exercising 
that little monkey"... At 3pm it was time to pick the boy up. 

Adam ran to David with a big smile and put his arm around the 
man's waist as the walked out of the "Y". Once in the car David 
said, in a slightly somber way, "I guess you know what we have to 
do now..." Adam replied hesitantly "ummm...no, what do we have to 
do?" 

David answered in almost a whisper "We have to get you some 
diapers, remember?" 

Adam blushed as he remembered his promise, but tried to argue "but 
maybe the exercise we did this morning cured me! Maybe if we do 
some more I won't need diapers!" 

David replied, "Now be realistic, Adam. If these exercises work, 
it may take quite some time. No exercise works after one try, and 
most take many, many tries. Now are you going to give me a hard 
time about the diapers?" Adam realized he had no choice and 
reluctantly said "No. Were do we go to get them?" 

David had done some phoning around and had found a surgical supply 
store that stocked heavy cloth youth diapers and plastic panties 
which the sales clerk highly recommended for a chronic bedwetting 
child of Adam's age. So off the drove to get the boy outfitted. 
When they arrived Adam got cold feet. He gently pleaded not to 
have to go in the rather forbidding looking building, but David 
assured him that this was were everyone with his kind of problem 
went for diapers and that they were expecting them.

So nervously they both entered the large store, passing by 
wheelchairs, portable toilets, crutches and many things too odd to 
describe. Finally they approached the counter and a middle-aged 
woman with a white coat on came to them and asked what she could 
do for them. David recognized her voice from the phone call and 
explained that this was the boy with "the problem". 

With a familiar smile she sized him up and took them to an area 
that had all sorts of rubber sheets, disposable "adult diapers" 
(something Adam had never imagined they made), and plastic pants. 
She got a cloth measure and ran it once around his waist and to 
the boy's surprise she ran it from his bellybutton right through 
his legs and up to the small of his back while going over the 
details of the boy's wetting pattern with David.

They quickly agreed he needed the "best" cloth youth diaper they 
had to offer and she pulled one out of a package and held it up 
for them to examine. It was thick and very soft. The woman assured 
them both that this was a very popular item and that it would keep 
the child dry all night without his needing to be changed in the 
middle of the night as would probably be necessary with 
disposables. David asked for 6 of them.

Then they were shown some pull-up plastic pants that were full in 
the crotch and were told that these fit very well over the 
excellent diapers they had selected. David took 3 pairs. Adam 
remained speechless throughout, too embarrassed and entranced with 
the idea of wearing these things to make any comment. The bill 
came to just over $100 (including some complimentary diaper pins), 
which did catch Adam's ear.

He thought to himself "One HUNDRED DOLLARS! Boy this bedwetting 
problem is expensive!" He felt a flush of shame at making David 
pay so much to keep him dry, but felt a sense of being loved as 
well. At home he was usually spanked and shamed for bedwetting. 
Diapers may be embarrassing but they were better than being 
whipped... Finally, with purchase in hand, they headed first to 
the pharmacy where David bought some assorted baby powders, oils 
and wipes, and then home.

Once they got home David began preparing supper while Adam looked 
over the purchases they had made. He actually liked the feel of 
the thick, soft diapers and the smell of the plastic pants and 
baby powder. As they ate David asked the boy bluntly "Are you 
anxious to try them on?" And Adam responded without thinking 
"Sure!" (but then had second thoughts) "Well, maybe a little..." 
David then told him that he had done some reading on the subject 
of bedwetting and said he had found another exercise that might 
help if Adam was interested in trying it out. 

As the boy excitedly said, "Yes!" he was cautioned that it might 
be a bit uncomfortable and embarrassing at first but as long as he 
relaxed it should not be bad. Adam was curious enough to agree to 
anything at this stage and after they ate and washed the dishes 
David took the boy into the bedroom and undressed him completely, 
the apprehension causing them both to become erect before the 
underpants came off the boy.

David opened a desk drawer and removed a jar of Vaseline and a 
pair of latex gloves and put them on. Then he got the baby wipes 
ready. He got on his bed and told Adam to climb up over him with 
his rear end sticking up toward David's face.

Adam was a little uncomfortable with this but did it without 
complaint. David took one of the baby-scented wipes out and 
cleaned the boy's bottom carefully which got a little giggle out 
of him. Then he applied lots of Vaseline to one gloved finger of 
the right hand and two fingers of the left. He told Adam that for 
this exercise he had to try his best to relax his bottom; 
otherwise it would be uncomfortable.

Gently David rubbed the little brown ring around the child's anus 
and when he felt the time was right he slipped his finger in up to 
the first joint and held it there and asked if it hurt. The boy 
said "A little bit..." With coaxing for relaxation David was soon 
able to get the finger all the way inside the boy's rectum. Then 
he began sliding it in and out, in and out while whispering sweet 
nothings in Adam's ear.

He kept it up a while and then said, "How about if I combine this 
exercise with the one we did this morning?" Adam shook his head up 
and down in approval, and with the Vaseline covered fingers of his 
left hand David began masturbating the boy with sensuous vigor 
while continuing to massage his rose bud. David's lust was at a 
peak as he stimulated the child to a wild frenzy, but regained 
enough composure to bring it to a close after several minutes.

They both were exhausted and fell back on the bed. After moments 
composure David exclaimed "I think a good bath would be 
appropriate about now, don't you? Will you join me?" Adam was 
slightly shocked by the suggestion and queried "You mean the two 
of us, together?" David shook his head affirmatively and Adam 
smiled his most impish grin as he watched his wonderful friend 
undress, revealing the adult erection and hair he had not seen 
before.

When he was as naked as the child they grasped hands, walked to 
the bathroom and filled the tub. They climbed in together, Adam in 
David's lap. As David lathered his "little lovely's" body they 
talked about the day's events and what the future would bring. 
David washed the boy's hair, telling him that if they continued to 
work on the exercises he might be dry in "a few months."

Adam shivered at the thought... When Adam was clean David had him 
turn around and do the same to him. He felt so close to orgasm as 
the boy washed him, including his enraged penis, much to the 
child's animated amusement, that he had to force a pause now and 
then. Eventually they climbed out of the tub, dried each other off 
and brushed their teeth together in front of the full-length 
mirror, both penises and minds in sync.

By the time they returned to the bedroom it was almost 9PM. David 
looked at the boy and said "Well, it's time..." and started laying 
out the diapers and sundry items on his big bed as the boy watched 
in blushing anticipation. When David had everything laid out he 
took the boy's hand and helped him onto the bed, gently spreading 
his legs, admiring the staying power of his pre-teen penile 
prowess. 

First came the baby oil; he spread it all over the child's 
shivering loins, the coldness sending unknown shivers up Adam's 
spine as the initial baby odor ascended to his nose, filling the 
air and his mind as David lavished his genitals with the fragrant 
anointment.

This he followed with some baby lotion, massaging it deeply into 
his loins, thighs and belly, tickling the youngster almost to a 
pissing frenzy. Finally he powdered the thick, 7-ply cotton diaper 
and guided Adam in lifting his bottom, then resting it squarely in 
place.

With a sigh, David brought the diaper up, finally hiding the 
delicious boy's stiffy under the many absorbent layers. The 
plastic panties were last to come up Adam's legs, covering the 
diapers completely and securely.

David asked, "How does it feel?" Adam replied "It feels kinda... 
big, but it's soft. I guess it feels pretty good. I hope it keeps 
me dry." 

David took this opportunity to ask Adam just how often he actually 
wets the bed and with reluctance the boy said, "I can hardly 
remember the times I've woken up dry..." and with this David felt 
suddenly filled with warmth. He barely whispered, "With a little 
fun and work we will watch the shape of things to come." 

Pulling pajamas out he dressed the well-diapered boy, and for the 
next hour they watched TV together. Eventually David felt a little 
sleepy and looked over at Adam and saw him deep asleep, so he 
gently picked the boy up and put him in David's big bed and 
slipped in beside him. Before turning out the light he had to feel 
the boy's diaper - there was some moisture there but he couldn't 
tell if he was wet yet.

He was still so aroused that he could not resist taking the pair 
of Adam's underpants from the floor and engulfing his throbbing 
member, masturbating to a gut- churning orgasm as the boy slept 
deeply beside him. After cleaning the jism from his aching penis 
with the pants he tossed them back to the floor and drifted off to 
his own erotic sleep...

The next morning David woke first and sneaked a feel under Adam's 
diapers. They were quite soaked, but feeling under his bottom he 
found everything nice and dry. He gently woke the boy who went 
through the same motions and then smiled up at David exclaiming 
"Oh, David! It worked, didn't it? Your bed is dry but my diaper is 
soaked - and it feels pretty comfortable even so. I wish Mommy had 
let me wear diapers all along!" 

The man replied, "If you want, I can talk to her and see if she 
would be willing to keep you in diapers at home, too." 

Adam replied, "I don't know...I'll probably get laughed at and 
called 'BABY'..." 

"I think I can convince your mother to keep the kidding to a 
minimum. After all, most of your friends already know you're a bed 
wetter, don't they?"

The boy hung his head, "Yea, and they tease me. I guess diapers 
can't make things much worse much, and they sure are more 
comfortable than sleeping in a cold, wet bed and getting the belt 
across my butt. Ok, will you talk to her about it?"

"I will, and I'll even offer to pay for some more diapers for you 
to use at home. But the exercises we do here should be a private 
matter between us. Your mother might not understand. OK?"

"Oh, don't worry! I know Mommy wouldn't want to know about those. 
There "personal", right?" 

David smiled and said "Yes, Adam, they are VERY personal, just 
between you and me; but if or when they start helping the problem 
won't Mommy be happy?" 

Adam grinned wide and said, "She sure will be. Can we do some more 
this morning?" 

David said "No, I'll get this diaper off you and we can take a 
shower together, but then it's off to the "Y" for you and work for 
me." 

Standing the boy on the bed, David, with great languor, removed 
the boy's plastic panties and unpinned the soggy diaper, slipping 
it from between his tender white thighs. He tossed the wet thing 
into the hamper and they went to the bathroom and showered 
together in another erotic exchange of latherings. Then it was 
time for breakfast and off to the day's activities.

During the course of the day David took the time to phone Adam's 
mother and report that they were having a wonderful time, 
remarking on how sweet a child he was, much to her surprise. "Are 
we talking about the same kid, here. The kid that can't sit still 
for a minute, the kid that pisses in his bed every night, who 
fights with his friends and gets into all kinds of trouble?" 

David replied, "Yes, that same boy, but I think I've reached him 
in a way that would have been difficult from within his normal 
family structure. He's really acting very well. And about the 
bedwetting: I've found that he actually would prefer to wear a 
diaper to bed than to have to deal with all those punishments, as 
long as people don't make too much fun of it. He tried them last 
night and wants to keep wearing them if it's OK with you?" 

The woman was silent for a moment, then burst into a laugh "He 
WANTS to wear diapers? All this time I was on the verge of 
threatening him with diapers but thought it would be too severe. 
No you tell me he WANTS to wear them. Well, if that were the case 
I'd be GLAD to diaper him as long as he needs it. But where do I 
get diapers to fit a boy his age?" 

David replied, "I'll take care of the diapers if you just keep the 
necessary powder and wipes available... and remember: no teasing 
him. If you treat the problem with dignity he'll probably start 
acting much more appropriately. And in the meantime I'll do all I 
can to help him to learn to stay dry." 

She sighed "Oh David, your a wonderful man. How can I ever thank 
you enough..." 

"Letting me help your son is all the thanks that are necessary. 
Well, we'll be seeing you in a couple days, and I'll have the 
diapers and plastic pants for him then. You keep him diapered 
during the week and I'll work with him on learning to stay dry on 
the weekends. See you soon."

He sat back in his chair thinking up more "exercises" to try 
tonight. It wasn't hard...as he gently stroked his cock under his 
desk, his mind lost in fantasy...

After David picked Adam up from the "Y" he took him to for a 
surprise trip to a nearby amusement park and treated him to lots 
of exciting rides, food and great fun. As it started to get dark 
they wrapped the day up and headed home. Adam was tired but very 
contented, feeling the generous warm glow of David's loving 
kindness. He had never known anyone as nice as David and hoped 
he'd never loose him as a friend.

When they arrived home it was nearly bedtime. They both went to 
the bedroom and undressed as Adam asked excitedly "What exercises 
will we do tonight?" When they were both naked David said "Let's 
take a bath and I'll tell you about what I have planned." 

As they enjoyed the pleasures of mutual bathing David said "Well, 
our first exercise involved strengthening your penis by stroking 
it, and you liked that one, didn't you?" "I sure did!"

"And then we used a gentle rectal massage to activate those 
internal glands, which was a little uncomfortable probably, but 
once you relaxed it seemed to be ok, right?" "Yea, it was pretty 
neat once I got used to it."

"And then we combined that with the penis exercise which seemed to 
go pretty well."

"I liked that the BEST! It was really GREAT! So what's next?" he 
chirped excitedly.

"Well, let's finish our bath and get ready for bed and I'll show 
you how we can combine all those with another one I really think 
you'll like" he said as he slid his soapy hands all over the 
child's trembling, excited body, making sure that little penis was 
as hard as it could be (as well as his own, which Adam fully 
enjoyed washing as well). 

Soon they were dried off and back on the bed together. David got 
out one latex glove and the Vaseline and set up a lot of pillows 
at the head of the bed and lay back on them. He had Adam straddle 
his chest. As he inserted his finger into the boy's rectum, gently 
relaxing him, he told him that he had read about a special machine 
to help bed wetters that involved placing a rubber tube over the 
penis that created a variable suction effect. He said the 
drawbacks were that the machine had to be used several times a 
day, had to be monitored by someone else to prevent injury an cost 
about $500.

Adam said "Eecks! I don't like that idea at all!"

David replied, "Well, if you'll let me, I think I can produce the 
same effect myself, along with the stroking and massaging 
exercises, all in one. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Adam grinned and said "Sure! Do it" David cautioned "Now if this 
hurts or makes you feel bad stop me, OK?" "OK!"

David brought Adam up so his penis was now in front of his mouth. 
Continuing the anal massage he said almost in a whisper "Here 
goes..." and with that he engulfed the virgin erection into his 
mouth and began gently sucking on it with a stroking action 
applied by the light touch of his teeth.

Adam let out a soft groan and David withdrew, asking "Does that 
hurt? I'll stop if you don't like it." Adam cried "NO! It feels 
wonderful! Do it! Do it!" It was David's clue to go for it and 
soon they were engaged in heavy erotic throws of ecstasy, rocking 
back and forth on the bed, moaning and groaning in glorious 
excitation. And eventually David felt those jerks and twinges in 
the child's body that told him the boy had had another orgasm and 
sighed only in that there was no love juice for him to drink - 
that would take another year or two.

Then David took the boy off him and they lay beside each other on 
the bed and he asked the child if he thought the exercise was 
worth trying and if he would like to repeat it again tomorrow.

Exhausted, Adam moaned, "That was the best exercise in the WHOLE 
WORLD! I wish we could do that one every day!" David cautioned him 
that he had to remember these were exercises that only the two of 
them could do - he wasn't to talk about them or try them with 
anyone else, and the boy said he understood. In Adam's afterglow, 
David lay beside him, his left arm around the boy's shoulders, his 
right hand gently stroking his aching penis.

Soon Adam noticed this and said "I wish you were a bed wetter, 
too, so I could give you the same kind of exercises you give me. 
You can't imagine how good they feel!" Ahhh, David felt a shiver 
up his spine and replied "well... we could always PRETEND I still 
wet me bed, if you really want to..." 

Adam jumped up on his knees and said "OK, let's pretend. Which one 
should I do?" 

David said, "Why don't you do the one with the mouth. But you 
should know that because I'm a grownup there'll be some white 
stuff that will come out of my penis. It's nothing to be afraid 
of. In fact it's all protein and is really good for you, so don't 
be afraid about swallowing it."

Adam said, "OK. Let's go." He lowered his mouth the man's 
considerably larger penis (although it was no "Dillinger" by any 
means) and did his best to take it into his mouth. It felt a lot 
bigger in there than he had expected but he persevered and was 
soon giving David an excellent felatio.

It did not take long for the boy to bring the man to the point of 
ejaculation and when it did occur David used every muscle in his 
body to shoot a tremendous load into the little boy's mouth and 
all over his face and chest, catching the youngster by surprise. 
But he quickly began licking it up and swallowing the nourishing 
protein as he squeezed every last drop from David's loins.

After a brief pause Adam looked up and asked meekly "Did I do it 
right?" David pulled him close to him and kissed his wet face 
several times assuring him he was a fine "exerciser" in every way. 
Then with a baby wipe he cleaned the remaining semen off both 
their bodies and had Adam get into diapering position, which he 
gladly did. When at last the plastic panties were in place the 
were both ready for sleep and the light went out.

The next day was Sunday, their last day together for this week. It 
was rainy and after getting Adam's once again soaking wet diaper 
off him and properly bathed, they spent the day mostly playing 
with David's computer.

Adam watched as David drew several pictures of the boy. Then he 
showed him some other pictures that excited the boy even more. As 
the time approached for David to return the boy home to his mother 
Adam asked if they could have one more exercise period. David 
could not resist and this time they gave each other the same 
exercise they had done the night before, simultaneously. It was 
the most rewarding experience of all.

As Adam packed up his clothes and new set of diapers and plastic 
panties he felt he just couldn't wait until next weekend, nor 
could David. When David dropped him off at his house he showed his 
mother his diapers and then told Adam to be a good boy and he 
would be by to pick him up on Friday.

With a hug and a kiss David left the boy with his mother who was 
to soon notice a great change for the better in her son's behavior 
as well as a certain sense of entertainment in diapering him at 
night. David left knowing this had been the start of a great 
relationship... and it had only just begun...

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