Brat on Vacation Ch 01 - Invitation

After Brad had surrendered himself to me it wasn’t this “happily ever after” where we walked off into the sunset and lived in a castle surrounded by helpful mice and birds who sang songs, no we were college students, so every day was a grind, every class milestone was a hustle, but we had each other.  His room in the frat house most weekday nights, my room in the dorms on the weekends when Kevin was away, sometimes he showed up on Sunday afternoon early and found us cuddled together.  Days turned into weeks.  The worst part was when he had gone away for Thanksgiving break and I stayed on campus because I didn’t want to go home.  It was so boring, though I did figure out how to rob the vending machines so at least there was a little bit of fun.

It was in those few weeks before Christmas break that things changed.  Everyone had that little countdown in their head and this desperation to finish do all of the work needed.  It was a Sunday, and I was down in the basement of the dorms doing laundry.  Kevin had walked in on Brad in his diaper at the desk writing an assignment, and as Brad explained it, well he forgot he was just wearing a diaper.  There he sat typing away trying to make some kind of convincing argument when it finally dawned on him.  They shared a look and laughed it off, but when I got back Brad was in sweat pants much to my disappointment and Kevin was on his second beer and shirtless on his bed reading a book he was supposed to have finished by the next day.  They fell silent when I entered the room with my basket full of clothes.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Kevin said with a mischievous laugh.

“Brad?”

“It’s all good.  He just walked in on me in my, well, diaper,” he answered.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kevin said, “I’m thinking of taking off my pants right now.”

I rolled my eyes and thought about defusing the situation by taking Brad to dinner when Kevin told me that he had ordered pizza and that the fridge was full of beer.  I settled for the latter of course and got one out.  So I sat on my bed and sorted clothes, started to put them away, when Brad let out this berp, so Kevin did it too, and they both laughed.  When they start farting and making jokes about it, I told myself, then I know they’re friends.

“Do you think a butt plug hurts?” Kevin asked.

I looked to him where he lay, his two sock covered feet off the edge of the bed, his long legs covered by jeans, the band of his boxers and that soft tummy, a cute roll of fat.  He scratched at himself and shifted on the bed and looked to both of us.  I looked away and Brad pretended like he hadn’t heard.  So Kevin sat up and moved to the edge where his feet dangled off.

“I’m serious,” he said, “hey look, you guys have probably put stuff up there.  I’m not gay but you know, times are changing and I was just curious.  Stop being such a prude.”

Brad and I looked to each other and laughed.  We knew.  We had all the answers and yet as open as we were, as much as we didn’t try to hide our little practice of me putting Brad in diapers, our sexuality, any of it, it still felt like a taboo.  For all of our shared secrets we were a bit prudish, at least when it came to straights.  Kevin got himself another beer, opened it, and began to drink it.  He gave another to Brad and urged him to finish the one by his laptop which he did, then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

“What do you think that was about?” Brad asked over his shoulder.

“Maybe he’s bi-curious?”

“I don’t think it’s a bisexuality thing.  I mean I don’t think he’s into dudes, but you know, maybe he’s just curious.  Lots of guys are doing it now?”

“Doing what?”

“Playing with their butts,” Brad said.

“Really?  Who?”

“Kevin,” he answered in a whisper and we both laughed.

But we fell quiet when the bathroom door opened and he walked back into the room and went to the sink where he washed his hands.  He was about to go back to his bed when there was a knock on the door and he went to open it.  I got to my feet just in time for him to hand me two pizza boxes as he tipped the delivery person then closed the door.  I set them on my bed and opened both.  Kevin was quick to get himself a piece and retreat to his bed where he sat cross legged and looked back at me.

“Don’t you feel like we should be doing something?” he asked.

“And just what do you want to do?” I replied.

“Something, anything, this is so boring.  I feel like we should be exploring.”

“Explore your book,” Brad said.

“No, I want like a real adventure,” Kevin replied.

“If you drink enough we’ll tell you about butt plugs,” I said.

“Really?”

“Do you want to know or is this some kind of test where you laugh at us after?”

“I really want to know,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

And I went into a long explanation about how they felt, how they didn’t quite satisfy and yet there was something fun to it, that it wasn’t for everyone, some people, gay or straight, liked the feeling of having it in their butt.  I went into the social context of anal play for some people, the feeling of insertion, and then I talked about how for other people it was annoying, gay or straight, having something in the butt was a bother.  I told him about shapes, sizes, and that a tapered base helped it from going inside too far and getting stuck.  He raised his knees and turned away in mock fear when he heard that, but then he drank some more and asked for more details.

“I’m not sure how much more I can tell you.  Did you try looking it up?”

“It’s not, I mean, I guess, it’s more like personal experience, because you know, it’s like, well…”

“Try sitting on one,” Brad said.

“Hey, are you sitting on one now?”

We laughed nervously.

“Is that what you were trying to ask?” I said.

“No, well honestly kind of, but not to embarrass you, but because I am legitimately curious.  Just like when I saw you in the diaper and I made that joke about being able to drink as much as you want without going to the bathroom because you could just go in your diaper.  It’s just one of those things.”

“What do you mean one of those things?  Is that what you meant when you said you wanted to go on an adventure?”

He blushed and covered his face with his hands so I looked away and tried to think up some reason to break up the party.  I mean it felt awkward and yet there was this kind of bond between us, this kind of fun energy.  Mostly, it was the alcohol.  Kevin drank some more and we let the silence pass.  For a moment I thought one of us would think of a new subject, one of us would decide our fates that night, one of us would return the social norms.  But we didn’t, because Kevin was the first to speak.

“I wish I had some hard alcohol,” he said, “I’ve been sober all week and I spent two days with my parents.  They don’t let me drink around them.  I had to convince my older brother to buy a case of beer when he dropped me off.”

“There’s hard liquor at the frat house,” Brad said.

Oh no, I thought, Sunday night is turning into a drinking party, that’s not a good way to start the week.  Well, I’ll stay sober, I thought, and Kevin, well Kevin’s poor life choices are his own.  But when Brad stood up and stretched and I heard the words, “fuck it,” from his lips, I knew it was going to be a long night regardless of my maturity because they both wanted to get drunk.  And just like that with those words we were on a mission to get liquor.  Brad pulled on a shirt, retrieved his keys, wallet, and phone from the dresser by my bed, Kevin put on some shoes, and we were out the door.  We walked the paths to the frat house with barely a word between us and when we got there Kevin hesitated for a moment before he stepped inside.

Frat life wasn’t for him.  He had quit soon after joining, so he was a bit of an unwanted guest, but there was barely anyone home so with a shrug of his shoulders we all went inside.  Brad was quick to raid the supply in the kitchen and took two half-full bottles of vodka and a bottle of whiskey with no label.  He handed them to Kevin in a grocery bag then we all went up to his room.  I knew that Kevin didn’t want to be left alone and cornered by one of the frat brothers.  Brad apologized for his messy room and started to look through his drawers.  He tossed a couple of diapers on the bed, some clothes, then he pulled out something and covered it with both hands as he moved to Kevin.

“Put out your hands,” he said.

He did.  And Brad placed a butt plug, his butt plug, there in his palm.  At first he was fascinated by it in his drunken stupor but then he realized what it was and where it had been so he dropped it and pretended to be disgusted.  At least in part he pretended because he really hammed it up with all the cries of disgust and wiping his hands on everything.  He was about to step away and walk from the room when I decided to joke with him a little and wrapped him on the arm to get his attention.

“Pick it up,” I said, “it won’t hurt you unless you put it up your butt and even then it might feel good, don’t be so scared.  You were the one asking all the questions.”

He looked to me then the plug, eventually he picked it up, handed it to Brad, then he wiped his hands on his jeans and walked from the room.  Brad showed it to me with a grin before he stuck it in his overnight bag.  I shook my head and we both laughed.  Kevin waited just outside the room and we all walked out together.  When we stepped out into the cool Fall air it felt like we had committed robbery, like we had gotten away with something.  The frat guys would never notice the missing liquor, but it still felt like we had done something bad.

By the time we made it back to the dorms we were all laughing and joking with each other with those little shoves and pulls guys do. When we got to the room we spilled inside and were cracking up about nothing.  Brad set the first bottle on the desk, followed by the second and third with this resounding thud for each one.  He poured shots with the vodka and we downed them.  He poured again and we downed them.  When he started on the third round I refused and Kevin drank it before going to his bed with a slice of pizza.  He ate greedily and made a mess of himself with toppings falling all over his chest and sauce at the corners of his mouth.  Brad looked to me and we shared a laugh.

“I’m so drunk,” Kevin said, “this is the best.  Who would have thought having a gay roomie and his boyfriend could be so much fun?”

“I won’t take that as an insult,” I said.

“You know what I mean,” he said, “this is great.  I just have to pee.”

Then Brad did something I didn’t expect, he took a diaper out of his bag and tossed it to Kevin.  It landed in front of him and he stared at it.  I watched as the different parts of his body flushed and changed color.  His lips turned red.  His hands turned red.  The cheeks on his face, red.  I shook my head a little and thought to change the way this was going when he took hold of it and began to rub the plastic material with his fingers.  I could tell he was interested.  He just wanted to know, to have the experience, tomorrow it might all be a memory but right then as we sat together, it felt like this given that he would do it.  I expected him to go to the bathroom and do it himself but instead he looked to us.

“One of you has to put me in it,” he said.

“Which?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter, Brad,” he said.

“Okay, strip down,” Brad said.

“Do you think this is going too far?” I asked.

“Have another shot,” Kevin replied.

“Hey, don’t say-“

“I’ve been warned all of my life and what good did that do me?  I ended up repressed and hating myself,” Brad said, “let him enjoy it.  Now strip.”

Kevin got to his feet and swayed for a moment then steadied himself before he pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  He stood up and put his hands out in victory as he stood before us with his little penis on display amongst a nest of pubic hair.  It was cute just like him.  I rolled my eyes though at this situation and I was glad it wasn’t me having to put the diaper on him when Brad pushed him backwards onto the bed and took hold of his feet when they popped up into the air.  He pulled off my roommie’s shoes, his jeans, and his underwear, then he pulled him to the middle of the bed, lifted the other young man’s knees into the air.  He sat between those legs, looked down over Kevin’s naked body and he shook his head as he laughed.

“Is this the way it’s done?  I bet you look real cute on your back,” Kevin said, “a big frat boy like you with all those muscles.  I’d like to see that.”

And there it was, this kind of admission, this feeling that he’d had, this fantasy of Brad on his back, a jock boy through and through, yet there he was just like Kevin with his knees in the air.  It was the fantasy that got me excited every time we did it.  Brad interrupted my thoughts with a playful slap to Kevin’s belly.

“Keep being a smart ass and I’ll have to give you a spanking,” he said.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Kevin replied with a ring of challenge to his voice.

Brad spanked him, three times on the same cheek, but he spanked him.  Kevin laughed.  He actually laughed while being naked on his back in a room with two young, gay men, his knees in the air, his hole exposed.  He laughed.  Brad was quick to reposition him and place the diaper under his butt.

“Do you want the full treatment?” I asked.

“What’s the full treatment?”

“I’ve got lotions and baby powder in my drawer here.  It’ll really make the diaper experience memorable,” I said.

“Trust me,” Brad added.

“Hell yeah, give it to me daddy, I want it,” Kevin said.

Brad spanked him again, this time it hurt and Kevin said so.

“I’m not just going to let you keep spanking me,” he said.

“Then behave yourself,” Brad replied.

I got bottles from the drawer and handed them to Brad, then I stood there and looked down to Kevin who waited.  I watched his tummy rise and fall with each breath, studied the way his cheeks were still rosy, and his nipples hardened at the ends of soft pectoral muscles.  He was quite the sight as Brad put the powder on him first, then he held up the lotion for Kevin to see.

“This next part, it’s not about gay or straight, it’s to protect your little butt from dry skin.  Do you want me to put it on you?”

“Yes please,” Kevin said.

A note of civility, for all the play, for all the antics, he had found some sense of maturity in this little adventure of his.  Brad spread lotion over his ass and the crevices of his thighs.  I knew Brad was turned on by this.  I was turned on by this.  And yet we knew there were limits, this wasn’t someone we had picked up in the bar, this was my roommate.  Brad fastened the diaper and pushed himself from the bed, stood next to me.  We both looked down at him.

“I feel like I need a pacifier,” he said.

“Do you want to try the butt plug?” Brad asked.

“No, nope, too far, I’m good,” he said.

I looked to Brad, whispered for him to strip down and he did.  He stood there in his puffy diaper and rubbed the material for a moment absent mindedly.  Kevin reached down to touch the crotch of his diaper and hesitated for a moment before he saw Brad doing it so he did the same.  He rubbed the outside, front and back, just to feel it.  We all laughed it off and I returned to my bed, Brad returned to the desk.  Kevin moved to the wall where he placed a pillow and picked up his book.  It was over.

The adventure was over, I thought, but it didn’t have to be.  Just what was I thinking?  I wasn’t sure.  Three drunk guys, two of them wearing diapers, on a college campus, Sunday night.  Brad stretched and poured himself another drink.  Kevin slipped a hand down the front of his diaper, just a little, just a few fingers, but it was there.  We were bored.

“What about going on a little adventure?” I asked.

“I’m game,” Kevin said.

“Me too, I can finish this paper in the morning, just let me save it.  What did you have in mind?”

“A little walk around campus,” I said, “but, and here’s the but, you have to walk around in a diaper and a t-shirt, no pants.”

“No pants?” Kevin asked.

“No pants!” Brad shouted in celebration.

And we did, they did.  We stepped out of the dorm room a few minutes later with both of them in white t-shirts and shoes, no pants.  In the light they looked foolish and for a moment I considered making them take the elevator when the bell rang and some other people from the floor got off in conversation.  We all considered running back inside the room but they went down a different hallway, but I could tell the sudden realization of being exposed, well they were both sweating, so I told them we could take the stairs.

Walking around a college campus at night is one thing, but doing it as we were, well it was something else.  We didn’t mean anyone harm, just the opposite.  We were so focused on ourselves and each other that it was this joke between us.  We made it down the stairs and onto a path between the dorms that barely anyone ever used.  We walked towards the woods, and it would have been easy to get lost amongst them, but there would also be the risk of being seen by passing cars and the few neighbors who lived near the college and who were always complaining about stuff like this, usually it was the frats, but that night it was us.  So when I got the opportunity I steered us back toward campus because I figured if campus security saw us they’d probably laugh it off.

We walked all around campus that night, mostly stayed out of the buildings, just kind of hung around in different places, mostly stayed to the shadows.  It was funny to see them run between buildings with just their shirts to cover them, and hide when they heard someone.  But the only time we almost got caught was when we got closer to the dorms and we heard security making their rounds.  Brad and Kevin hid behind a half wall, stood as close to it as possible and I just sat there on it trying to act like we didn’t have any other place to be.  The security guard barely noticed us, but after he passed there were a few whistles and cat calls from the windows of a dorm, by the sound of it a woman.  Both of them flushed with fear and ran.  I tried to see what window, who had done it, but couldn’t make it out so I just shrugged my shoulders and followed after them back to the room.

Once again we burst into the room full of energy, but this time it died off when we got inside and felt warm again.  Each of us went back to doing something, Kevin read his book, Brad wrote his paper, and I surfed the internet.  But all we had to do was look at each other and we’d start laughing.  The most awkward moment though was when Kevin stood up to use the bathroom.  He looked to me and I shrugged my shoulders but when Brad noticed he shook his head.

“Try it,” Brad said.

“I can’t,” he replied.

“Do you mean you haven’t used it all night?” I asked.

“No, well yeah, I mean I peed a little when we were out, but like this time I really have to go and I don’t want to do it in front of you guys.”

“Don’t worry about,” I said.

“Wait, hold on, it’s the best feeling,” Brad said, “knowing and being there with a friend, someone you love,” he looked to me, “it’s wonderful.  Just give it a try.”

He closed his eyes tight as he stood there and for a moment I didn’t think it would happen then we heard it, that unmistakable sound of someone pissing in a diaper.  We laughed at it for a moment, then he farted, then he ran for the bathroom.  Brad and I looked to each other and laughed it off.  There are still some boundaries between friends.  When he came back the diaper was barely clinging to his hips as he had pulled it off then back on after doing what he needed to do.  Kevin was about to get into bed when Brad told him to wait.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“Not yet, but if you go to bed in a diaper like that you’re asking for spills.  Pissing a diaper is one thing but pissing the bed is another because you have to do all these sheets and blankets, the mattress is ruined.  I think you need a change.”

“Could you do it?” Kevin asked.

Brad was quick to jump to his feet.  He finally had someone else to change.  This time he waited for Kevin to get into place before he got into position and just like the last time he made him hold his knees in the air with his little dick pointed towards his belly and his hole exposed.  It seemed so routine, so ordinary I didn’t watch and went back to surfing the net.  I heard a few little whispers, giggles, and for a moment it caught my attention but I was getting tired and the alcohol was working on me so I didn’t think too much about it.  So when Brad made his way over to me and crawled into bed, and he wrapped himself around me, put his lips to my ear and whispered that Kevin had asked him to put the butt plug in him I was surprised and for a moment disappointed that I hadn’t seen it, but just the thought of it, of him, there in his bed, my straight roommate with a butt plug in him and wearing just a diaper, well that was enough, and we fell asleep.

The next morning we were all awoken by the buzzing and ringing of Brad’s phone, and it was a good thing too, because we had all slept through our alarms.  Brad rubbed the crusties from his eyes as he answered it.  Kevin rolled over onto his back and for a moment I saw a look of panic on his face, then relief as I’m sure he pissed his diaper again.  Brad looked to me though with renewed fear in his eyes, he held the phone away from his mouth.

“It’s my mother,” he said, “and she wants you to come home for Christmas break.”

“I’m not ready,” I whispered back.

“Too bad, you’re coming,” he said.

“No one will be coming if we both go to your home for Christmas,” I said.

“That’s kind of the point,” he said, “my parents want to meet you.  Will your parents mind?”

I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head, my parents wouldn’t mind, they’d kill me, well not literally, but I hadn’t gone home for Thanksgiving.  I had promised I’d be home for Christmas.  But I could live with disappointing them, so I told him they wouldn’t mind and that I’d go.  He looked relieved and told his mother as he went into the bathroom for privacy.  Kevin sat up and threw his pillow at me and hit me.  He ran his hand through his hair, looked down to his diaper.

“No regrets,” he said, “the butt plug feels weird, especially to wake up with it.  Did you hear me jerking off last night?  It felt so good when I was drunk.”

“I’m glad,” I replied with a groan of disgust.  But the truth was all I could think about was Christmas break with Brad’s family.  What kind of hell could this be?

Brat in the Frat Ch 07 - Ticklish

For the next couple of days, weeks really, we were inseparable, well nearly, I mean we had class and stuff but we even started doing homework, reading books and writing essays in each other’s rooms.  The most difficult part was that we almost always ended up making out, and sometimes more.  The most awkward being when Kevin walked in on Brad giving me head.  He shrieked and jumped back, slammed the door with such force that we looked at each other in concern.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

I just pulled him back onto my dick and picked up my phone.  I sent a text to Kevin to apologize and he replied that he’d give us ten minutes to finish but that he needed to sleep.  After that we only used my room when I knew for sure Kevin wouldn’t be home for hours and we used his room the other times.  The partying was over.  The diaper was forgotten.  And we did the things boyfriends do, well try to do, if permitted.  There was one gay bar in town and an open minded coffee shop so we spent a lot of time at those places holding hands when we could and kissing briefly if no one was looking.

I thought the worst was Thanksgiving break.  We went to our separate homes but we texted and called each other all of the time.  The first day back on campus we fucked like rabbits in his room, twice.  We got so comfortable with each other, especially in our bedrooms.  We thought nothing of touching each other, holding a hand, leaning against each other.  Even in my bedroom we leaned against each other reading, one time when Kevin walked into the room.  He sighed with relief.

“You guys make a cute couple but I’m glad you’re keeping it in your pants,” he said.  “I don’t have anything against gay sex.  Sex is sex, but still...”

We just looked to each other and smiled because minutes before we had blown each other and just pulled on our pants because I knew Kevin would be back soon.  He had no idea, at least he pretended he didn’t and went about his business of collecting some books before heading out.  We waited until he left the room before breaking into laughter and grabbing at each other again.

Our bond had gotten so strong that it wasn’t a surprise when Brad told me he wanted to go out on a real date before Christmas break, you know eat at a fancy restaurant, well the one we could afford and wouldn’t get too weirded out by having two dudes sitting across a table from each other.  The whole thing was kind of surreal.  And we had to be cautious about any public displays of affection.  

Honestly, I kept looking over my shoulder as we walked back and forth from the car to the movie theater and the restaurant.  It felt like I was fighting a magnetic force but it was nice, especially sitting across from each other.  It was the date I had always imagined.  We joked and made small talk with an ease that comes from being comfortable with each other, not worrying that we might say the wrong thing.  But there was one moment when he opened his mouth as if he had something to say but paused so I just shrugged it off.  It was all so romantic and by the time we got back to campus I couldn’t resist anymore, he couldn’t resist anymore, and we started kissing in the parking lot.  I was hard and groping him with almost full intention of fucking right there when he pulled away.

“Wait,” he said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he replied.

“You can tell me anything.”

I looked into his eyes and at his face searching for some clue, wanting him to look back at me and give me his cute half smile before confessing something stupid.  But when he didn’t I started to get worried.  Was it an STD?  Was it another guy?  I could deal with that if, and only if tonight had been some kind of ceremonial proposal for monogamy.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” he said breaking the silence.

We looked around.  There were a few people but no one nearby so we got out.  I adjusted my clothes to hide my erection.  He looked like he was doing the same.  I followed after him to the beginning of the trail.  It was dark and no one was around so I caught up with him and took his hand.  We walked together along the well trodden path.

Down on the beach there was a kind of quiet, pleasant, darkness that I figured so few people ever enjoyed anymore.  We held hands as we sat next to each other talking in hushed tones about our past, our present, and even glimmers of our future, not just our own goals but together, like as a couple.

After we had talked out everything, mapped out our lives and there was only silence between us I got up to my feet and said I had to go pee.  I walked away a few feet to a rock, unzipped, and released myself.  We both heard it hit the sand and we laughed.

“How can you do that?  Just whip it out and pee over there?”

“You ran around in a diaper at a Halloween party.  You change all of the time in the locker room.  And you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A locker room is a locker room, and the party, well I had to have a few drinks, but just being so casual about it all.  I just feel like I have to be strong all of the time and in control.  It’s like I don’t want to be a fool, you know.  Like your little speedo, I could never do that.”

I got behind him, sat with my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his sides to his chest.  He relaxed into me and I realized this is what I had always feared, being affectionate to another man in public.  I had always worried about what people would think.  Would they berate me?  Would they attack me?  Could I defend myself?  Would my truth spread like some kind of virus and somehow I would lose my job and all possible future career?  It didn’t matter with him.  It didn’t right then as we sat there in the darkness.

My hands drifted to his sides and I felt the hem of his shirt so I lifted it a little and felt his skin.  I reached around to his chest where I felt his pectoral muscles and down to his abs that had definition even as he sat there.  I wouldn’t want him to feel me in the same position, my meager, soft belly.  I started to move lower and he stopped me with a hand over mine.  He turned back to me and I leaned up to kiss him briefly before laying my head against his shoulder.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I’m... I’m wearing a diaper.”

I lifted my head at the answer.  I didn’t feel revulsion but this kind of curiousness, this kind of confusion.  Why would he wear a diaper?  Was it one of the extra ones?  Why on a date?  Why now?  Did I introduce him to something?

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s true.”

He started to pull away but I held onto him.  I didn’t want space now.  I didn’t want to be separated from him.  I didn’t want him to feel rejected by me.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  It’s kind of like this fun secret I have.”

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“No, but like, is this a regular thing?”

“I just did it a few times after the party.  I was bored one night and I remembered the diapers in the closet so I just put one on to see what it would feel like and it was kind of fun.  I’ve even slept in them.  The first time I woke up in it there was this kind of shock but also this kind of fun, different feeling.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It was like the first time you wake up with morning wood and you kind of laugh to yourself.”

“And you’re wearing one tonight?  What’s it like?”

“Do you know how sometimes you wake up and you don’t feel like yourself but then you get dressed and you put on your shoes and maybe a watch and a necklace or something and you feel more confident.  It’s weird but that’s how I feel.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I should be embarrassed but it’s like that.”

He started to pull away again but I held onto him tightly and pulled him back into me.  I wrapped my arms around him, kissed at his neck a little.  I wanted him to know I wasn’t going anywhere and that he could trust me.  I wanted him to feel as safe as I did with him.  And finally, finally after I held him for long enough he relaxed.

“Are you okay with it?  Are you okay with dating a guy who, you know, wears a diaper?  I’d understand if you thought I was some kind of freak or something.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak at all.  I get it, well, I think I do.  Like you said it’s your secret, but I know it would be embarrassing for others to find out.”

“Thank you,” he said.

I felt his fingers interlace with my own.  We sat together for a long time.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” I said.

“I don’t know if I had a choice with us being boyfriends and all,” he replied.

“So is it official then?  Does tonight’s date, you know, make us like a couple?”

“I thought this last few weeks made it like a thing, but yeah, I’m going to update my social media as soon as we get home.”

“Me too,” I said.

We both laughed.  And then I felt him squirm a little.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee,” he answered.

“You’re wearing a diaper so just do it,” I said.

“Not here, not in my jeans,” he said.  “It’ll make a mess.”

“Then let’s get you out of your jeans,” I replied.

“We’re on a public beach,” he said.

“At college, we’re college students and this is the college’s beach.  Old men sun bathe nude here during the day when most of us are in classes.  People skinny dip here all of the time.”

“Not me, not that, not now,” he said.

And I realized he had his own fears about public embarrassment.  So I held him close and tried to measure time.  How much longer could we sit here?  Somewhere, somehow, my exploration of his body had turned to something else and I grabbed at his sides, forced my hands up to his arm pits where I tickled his sensitive skin.  He squealed and laughed so I kept at him.  He jerked about in my hands but he was at my mercy.

“Oh god,” he said.

And I stopped.  At first I didn’t know what happened, but then I smelled it, urine.  He was pissing himself.  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said as I continued to hold him.  He tightened in my arms as he tried to will his sphincter to close and for it to stop but he couldn’t.  I tightened my own eyes sympathetically as I knew just how painful it was to try such a thing and how impossible it felt once it was going.

“Now what?” he asked.

We walked the mile and a half trail back to campus to the parking lot and made sure no one was around before we stepped out into the light.  I looked back to him when he stopped and tried to evaluate the situation.  He held out his arms in frustration.  I could tell there was a slight bulge in his crotch but I couldn’t see any wet spots from where it leaked.

“What do we do now?”

“I’d say we go back to my room but you don’t have any more diapers there.”

“Sh, don’t be so loud,” he replied.

I stood and looked around the parking lot.  There was no one else around.  I looked to his face that had turned red and I saw the way he wobbled on his feet unsure if he should run home or retreat back to the darkness.  Fuck it, I thought to myself, and I grabbed his hand and we started to run.  When we passed people we started to laugh and by the time we made it back to his frat house we were out of breath.  We pushed open the front door and dashed to his room.  No one saw.  He ran in first and I slammed the door shut with my back to it.  I turned the lock.  We looked at each other and broke into more laughter and that’s when we heard someone pound on the wall between the rooms and shout for us to keep it down.  We both lowered our volume but continued to laugh as I made my way to the bed where we fell onto it and tickled at each other for a few minutes before kissing and groping at each other a little.  But when I got to his jeans, to his diaper, I stopped, and pushed him away.

“What?” he asked.

“I think we need to get you cleaned up,” I said.

“We?”

“Can I do the honors?”

“I don’t know.  I guess.  I mean you did the first time.”

I went over to his closet and he told me where to find the new diapers he had bought.  They were buried under old gym clothes: shorts, t-shirts, and jockstraps.  I pulled one from pack and moved back over to the bed and held it up.

“Wait, you need the powder and oil,” he said.

“What was I thinking?” I replied sarcastically.

He pointed to his desk drawer where I found the supplies needed.  He pushed himself further up on the bed, raised his knees.  I noticed he had his shoes on the bed and I admonished him for that.  He giggled a little and kicked them off before putting his feet back on the bed.  I moved in front of him, set down the supplies, then reached for his belt.  I pulled off his jeans and looked to the diaper.  Slow and deliberate I opened it unsure if some urine would leak out or what exactly would happen.  I was half surprised to see his hard dick just laying there amongst his pubic hair. 


“Be careful or I might pee again, this time on you,” he said.

“You do and you’re getting a spanking,” I replied.

I wiped his dick and balls with a disposable wipe then dried it with a nearby towel he used for the shower. I pulled the diaper out from under him.  He spread his knees.  His hard dick was right there and I couldn’t help myself.  I had wanted him all night and there it was.  I grabbed hold of it and bent down, kissed the head at first before pulling back his foreskin and taking his dick into my mouth.  Squishy but resilient I sucked at him until spit leaked down from my lips to his balls that I pinched between my fingers.  He squirmed and moaned, pushed himself up the bed some more so that I could get onto it.    

We needed one moment to pause, I thought, so I pulled off and went to his nightstand where I retrieved the condoms and lubricant that I tossed onto the bed.  He pulled off his shirt and I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes.  I got onto the bed on my knees and moved between his feet.

“Get those feet up,” I said.

He rolled back into a ball and presented his asshole to me.  His hands under his knees, his balls and dick aimed at his own face.  I slapped at his butt and told him to hold his feet higher as I pulled out the condom.  I watched him struggle a little and we laughed as I rolled the condom down over my dick.  I squirted some lubricant on my dick and his hole, rubbed at each of them.  He started to relax and complain that he couldn’t breath but I slapped his ass again and moved in, took hold of his legs and stuck my dick against his hole.  In one slow but consistent motion he took it all of the way to the balls and I felt him grip at me.  He looked into my eyes.

“You’re becoming a natural at this,” I said.

“Only for you,” he replied.

I moved in for a quick kiss before I began to fuck him.  My balls slapped at his skin, he grabbed at my shoulders and I grabbed at his chest muscles.  He relaxed and I went at him with more enthusiasm until we could hear the frame knocking against the wall so he motioned for me to stop and roll onto my back.  I moved as he said and he got up to his feet, stepped over me, then lowered himself onto my dick facing me.  He wanted me and I wanted him.  

We felt complete and tonight he had trusted me with his secret, his new kink that I had accidentally introduced him to.  He grabbed at my face, pulled at my burning ears and I grabbed at his hips.  We moved together like few other times in my life and he began to moan and scream a little so I tapped him to stop and he did.  I motioned for him to get on all fours and when he did I got up behind him but this time I picked up the pillow and told him to bite down on it as I thrust into him.  It didn’t take much more before be both climaxed at nearly the same time.  We fell onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted.  I felt as if our flesh had been melted together as we looked up to the ceiling together and caught our breath.

Brat in the Frat Ch 04 - Cherry

The following week was one of those Saturdays when I should have been doing homework but instead found myself in bed, in my underwear, and taking turns with my different social media apps on my phone.  I was doing nothing productive.  I felt great. 

My roommate was gone for the weekend, a trip home to do laundry and visit with his family.  I had none of those urges.  I knew how to use the washer and dryer in the basement of the dorms and hated the idea of explaining myself, where I’m going, what I’m doing, etc. to my parents.

By three o’clock my stomach started to growl with hunger and I started to feel the need to get food.  There weren’t many options for the weekends on campus and I hated the idea of leaving for something.  I checked my wallet and found ten dollars cash.  Enough for one or two meals depending on where I ate.  I sighed at my prospects and was about to get out of bed and start doing something when I got a phone call from Brad.  He was still after me to join the frat even though I kept refusing.  But maybe, just maybe he’d have some motivation and need to get some food.  I answered it on the second ring.

“Hey,” I said.  I was trying to be cool.

“Where you at?”

I looked around my dorm room suspiciously.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you still in the dorms or did you go home for the weekend like everyone else?”

“No, I’m in my dorm room.  My roommate went home for the weekend though.  I’ve just been laying in bed doing nothing all day.  Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Text me your room number and I’ll stop by and then we can go get something to eat,” he replied, “see you in a bit.”

He ended the call and I texted him my room number before I tossed my phone away to the bed.  I looked around at the state of my room, clothes everywhere and I was still in my underwear.  I jumped to my feet, pulled on sweat pants and an old t-shirt that didn’t smell too bad, then began to clean up.  Some of the clothes were Kevin’s so I just shoved them under his bed, mine I stuck in a hamper.  I picked up any trash and stuck it in a bag that I dropped outside my door in the hallway to carry down later.  It was easy work and I was finished with five minutes to spare.  I was back on my phone watching a Halloween video about gay, slutty costumes when he knocked at my door.  I knew it was him because it made me jump at the sound of it, plus who else could it be.  I jumped to my feet, turned the handle, and opened the door to find him there in a tank top and basketball shorts.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied as he stepped into my room.

I could smell his sweat as he passed by, his biceps gleamed in the light.  I gulped and felt my dick stir at the presence of him.  He looked around my room, nodded as if he appreciated that I had cleaned up, and looked to my roommate’s side as if studying a foreign creature, looking for some detail that could prove or disprove something.

“Nice room,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said with a bit of a nervous laugh.  Just his presence was making me anxious and his exposed skin, his sweat.  It was the first time we were together since the party at the frat where we sixty-nined.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I didn’t have anything to do and I was hoping you might be the same.”

“Yeah, uh take a seat,” I said.

He moved to my desk chair, dropped his gym bag on the floor, and sat.  He spread his knees and turned to me as I moved to my bed.  He stretched a little and winced.  I gave him an enquiring look.

“I over did it,” he said.  “I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard and I played a couple of pick up games of basketball today.”

Was this it?  Was he hinting at some kind of hook-up?  I had an erection at just the sight of him and thinking about engaging in some kind of sexual activity I bit my lip.  He scratched at himself and I could make out the bulge in his shorts.  He must be thinking the same thing but then I had this thought that if we did something, if we mutually used each other for some quick action that would be it.  It would be over, he’d probably leave and then what would happen?

“I can give you a massage.”  The words leaked out my throat before I really thought about it.  And I regretted saying them.

“Yeah?”

I had to fight my own sense of what I was doing and my stomach pain from hunger gave me a thought for a diversion.

“But I haven’t eaten anything all day.  Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” he replied.  “What do you want?”

“Well, there’s not many options on campus,” I said.

“I could drive,” he said.

And just like that it shifted.  We were on a new mission for food.  I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and he got to his feet.

“Are you going out like that?”

“We’ll go through the drive thru,” I replied.

I opened the door to my room, then stepped out into the hallway feeling like I was pulling him along.  He followed.  Down the empty hallway to the elevator, down to the first floor, I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me.  Out of the elevator he took the lead as we walked to the student parking lot that was mostly empty.  He walked to one of the few cars, a Dodge Talon, and unlocked it.  I got into the passenger side and he got into the driver’s seat.  He asked me where I wanted to go and I told him I really wanted burgers and fries but otherwise we fell into a kind of silence and just listened to the music playing from his speakers.

He had a deliberate kind of driving style, fast and attentive.  I sat back in the passenger seat and just went with it.  I barely noticed we had gotten to the drive thru until the person asked for our order.  We ordered nearly the same thing and I pulled my money from my wallet but he told me to just hold onto it and that he would pay.  I put my wallet away and watched him pay with a card at one window then collect the food at the next.  I thought for a moment we’d pull over to eat as he started to pull fries from the bag but we didn’t.  He kept driving.  

The next stop was the liquor store where he ran inside while leaving the car running so I started to eat my own fries.  But I couldn’t help but think of him in his basketball outfit, the way the material clung to his ass and I started to get another erection.  He came back out with a bag that he put behind my seat then we were off again.  He drove us back to campus at top speed.  I kept thinking about how I felt lucky he didn’t get a speeding ticket.  We collected our food and he grabbed the bottle from the backseat, then headed back to my dorm room.

Right after I closed the door he pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bag and opened it.  He poured some into my cup and some into his own.  He asked about where to sit and I motioned to the bed so we sat across from each other on my bed cover, thankfully I had made my bed.  And we started to talk.  Just small talk at first but he told me about coming out in the frat and I told him about coming out in high school.  And then he mentioned his first encounter with a man so I told him about mine, then it kind of became a competition for hook up stories and missed opportunities.  We laughed at ourselves and we laughed at each other as we ate.  

By the time we finished our food our cups were low and the liquor was starting to relax us so when he poured another shot into each cup I simply picked up mine and toasted to him.  He downed his in one go so I did the same.  It felt like we had bonded, like that room, us, that moment, was special.  We didn’t care about what was outside.  We only wanted to entertain each other.  And he cleared his throat, thus clearing the air, before speaking.

“What about that massage?”

“Okay,” I replied.

We cleared the bed, put everything in the trash by my desk, and looked to each other.  “I guess I should strip down,” he said before pulling his jersey off.  He did that two handed at the hem thing, pulled it off easily but it was like a magic trick, a revelation.  I saw his hip bones, flat, muscled stomach, his belly button, his pectoral muscles, his nipples, his clavicle, and then it was off and he tossed it on my desk chair.  He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing an old school jock strap with a thick waist band at the top, white, with those straps.  He saw my face and giggled before turning to show his butt and that the straps were between his cheeks like a thong.  I slapped at his butt playfully and he looked over his shoulder to me.

“What?” he asked.

“That’s not how most people wear it,” I said.

“Well, it’s kind of my little secret when I’m out there playing,” he said.

He leaned down and got back onto my bed, spread out face down, stretched until his feet were against the one wall and his hands were easily off the other end, then retracted himself so that his arms were at his sides and he was comfortable.  I felt my erection against my underwear, just the sight of him again.  And the smell of him.  I could smell his sweat.

What had partially been a joke was now a reality and I quickly realized I didn’t have much to massage him with, there was some lotion I kept in the stand by my bed but I started to worry I wouldn’t have enough.  We should have stopped at the store, I thought, but then I remembered it, I remembered my lubricant bottle.  It was in my little black bag, my little black bag of shame, the one I felt guilty about carrying into other men’s apartments.  I retrieved the lotion and put it on the bed between his knees.  I looked to him and saw that he was looking away, totally relaxed and waiting.  I retrieved the black bag, stepped onto the bed, knelt between his legs.  I set the bag behind me just in case he looked back.

I started with the lotion on his shoulders.  He laughed a little when the cold goo hit his skin and I took note to warm it up in my hands first.  I gripped at his skin, pressed into his flesh with my fingers.  I’m not a licensed masseur.  Hell I’ve had very little experience, but this wasn’t about therapy.  I just wanted to feel him, feel each muscle, and so I did.  I worked over his back one dollop of lotion at a time.  And he sighed, I could see his shoulders relax and I heard his breathing slow.

No tattoos, no scars, just a few pimples, I moved down his spine and back up, across his back muscles then down almost to his ass.  I let my fingers drift a little more with each movement until I was near his arm pits.  I moved my fingers down to his lats where he gave out a ticklish squeal.  I couldn’t help but smile at what I had found and explored further around his sides and up to his arm pits I heard his feet move against the sheet and looked back to see his toes slowly squeeze and then snap tight when I got to his arm pits.  He let out a laugh and turned his head to me.

“Watch where you’re going there I’m very ticklish and we don’t want any accidents,” he said.

“Oh no,” I joked.

“I don’t like to lose control,” he said.

“Really?”

“Not like that, it’s humiliating.  The last time I pissed myself I was eight and couldn’t get into the bathroom because my sisters were in there.  My father whooped my butt and told me to use a tree next time.”

I paused for a moment at the confession.  There was so much to unpack from what he said but I knew it wasn’t the time so I shook it off and went back to work.  Slowly, very slowly down his body.  I slid my hand over his butt and he started to look back to me so I went to his thighs where I dug in with my thumbs and started to use real pressure.  I figured his thick, muscled thighs could take it.  He relaxed again and I knew I was on the right track.

Further down his legs, slowly and methodically I worked the tension from each muscle, all of the way to his ankles.  His ankles barely got a coating of oil but the heels of his feet that’s where I applied the pressure and slowly across the arch to the balls of his feet.  For a moment he grunted in pleasure before I hit the wrong spot and he began to squirm and giggle again.

“What’d I say about that,” he said.

“Do you have to pee?” I asked.

“No, I mean yeah, but I’ve got a hard on so not right away, let’s finish this.”

“Well, I’ve just about done everything back here so roll over,” I said.

“I’ve got an erection,” he said.

“I’ve seen it before.  I’ve even sucked it.”

“No, I just want to stay like this,” he said, “do my back again.”

I worked my way up his thighs and I realized he was slowly, deliberately humping the bed in small motions probably hoping I wouldn’t notice.  I slapped his butt playfully and told him to hold still.  He laughed it off.  I massaged his thighs some more until I got to the straps of his jock.

“Maybe we should take this off,” I said.

He lifted up and let me strip it off, but he held himself up there and I could see his asshole, his balls, and his hard dick hanging down at an angle so I did something he didn’t expect, I pulled his dick and balls between his thighs as he went back down to his belly.  I had a new toy to play with but I also had run out of lotion some time ago so I got the bottle of lubricant and started with his balls.  I got them slick with the oil and worked them until they were tight.  

His hard dick was pronounced, leaking a little so I ran my finger down the shaft to the bit of foreskin.  I played with the foreskin a little, felt around the head and pinched it with my slick fingers.  He groaned and moaned with each touch.  I moved up his taint, massaged it, slowly closer to his asshole and he lifted his head in surprise.

“I’m not into that,” he said.  “I don’t get fucked.”

“It doesn’t make you any less of a man,” I offered, “just relax and enjoy it.”

“Just don’t tell anyone,” he said.

“This is just between the two of us,” I replied.

And I made sure my fingers were well lubricated before I got to his asshole.  I passed over it the first time, focused on the muscles around it first until I felt him relax, then I slowly worked one finger into him as I gripped his dick with my whole hand.  He raised up a little then lowered himself so I kept at it.  I continued to stroke his dick slowly as I poured more lubricant onto his hole.  I worked one finger deep until I felt his prostate and I tickled it a little.  He shrieked and squirmed at the sensation but he told me to keep doing it, one knee up slightly I nudged him to him back down on the bed.  I pressed a second finger into him and he took it.

Two fingers of my left hand deep inside his hole I lazily played with his dick and balls, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, all the time my fingers inside of him.  He started to hump the bed and I spanked him playfully and told him to let me do it.  I wanted the control.  I wanted to be the one who put him over the edge but I felt him start to buck, his hips followed the motion of my fingers as if he wanted to preserve the feeling of having them inside.  He wanted them.  He wanted me.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he replied.

I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on the floor.  I paused for just a moment to put on a condom and get my hard on slick before I pulled him onto his knees and I stuck my dick between his cheeks.

“Please, fuck me, I need it,” he said.

Here he was a jock boy who didn’t want to be penetrated begging for my dick, on all fours on my bed in my dorm room.  I slid into him, tight and warm.  I could feel his heartbeat.  I grabbed his dick with my lubricated hand and I felt his hole tighten as I let his dick penetrate my fist.  He moaned and grunted, louder and louder.  I started to pound at his ass and he was throwing it back at me.  It didn’t take long.  I felt his hard dick spasm as he held his breath during his climax, a hot red rocket that covered my sheets in ejaculate, a spray of lust.  And I worked myself inside him, grabbed at him, and a few moments later my own blinding orgasm.

I fell against him and he fell to the bed.  I reached down to the condom and held it as I pulled my dick out of him.  I rolled onto my side.  He rolled into me.  I threw the condom to the floor and he laughed a little as I felt his cheeks against my dick again.  He pulled my arms around his side, my hands up to his nipples that I twisted a little.

“Next time I do the front half,” I said.

“Definitely,” he replied.

And we fell asleep there cuddled together for a few hours.  He woke up before me and got out of bed, used the bathroom and I did the same, but as I was walking back out he was getting dressed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Chill, don’t worry, it was fun, a lot of fun, but I’m not used to actually sleeping with someone so I’m going back to my room, but I’ll call you in the morning and we should go out for breakfast.  Here I’m leaving you something.”

He held up his jockstrap and tossed it to me like I had done to him before with my briefs.  Is that where we were at?  I caught them and held them up to my nose and sniffed at them.  He laughed a little at the sight of it and I blushed.

“And next time we’re going to invest in some more oils,” he said.

“And lube,” I replied.

He shook his head and got to his feet, fully dressed he moved to me as I stood there naked.  He put one hand on my hip, closed the distance between us, and kissed me briefly on the lips before slapping my ass playfully and pulling away.  He walked out from my room as I began to twirl the jock by one strap from my finger.