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Pride Baby Boy

****Warning, this story contains scenes that may not be suitable for all audiences. It is a gay diaper love story, it involves love, diaper use, piss play, and love of a man and boy, and boys and boys. Should this story be illegal or immoral for you to read, I will not stop you, that is your choice to make. This is not a friction story, it is a love story, and as such, is minimal in actual sex. Should this not be the sort of tale that you're searching for, I strongly urge you to leave now. Should you wish to stay and read, then I truly hope that you enjoy. I would love to hear from you if you read it, so, email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. I do not require your comments to keep writing, but still I love to hear from those that read what I write. Please donate to this site to keep it running, and if you feel I've earned it, do so in my name. Thanks, hope you enjoy.****

My name is Joey, I'm a late twenties gay diaper loving artist. I don't do paintings, no, instead I create all sorts of artwork from several different types of media. I do pretty near every craft fair and market there is within a certain distance from home, but, given my inclinations, I hit up pretty much every Pride event that there is within five to six hours of where I live. Granted, that's my regular circuit anyway.

I knew I was different by the time I was eight, I had no idea what gay was, other than it was a horrific shame. My overly religious parents would never tell me what exactly it meant, though, just that it was horrible beyond belief, and that all gays will burn in hell, and/or should be taken out back and shot. I was ten when I realized that I'm gay, that was the year I started secretly going to the library to use their computers there, as well as to read all the books I was never allowed to read at home. I did so when my parents went to work, or wherever it was that they went every day, I wasn't supposed to leave the house, ever, but, I did anyway. There I read pretty near every sci-fi fantasy book I could get my hands on, the more magic, the better, I loved it, but it wasn't just frowned upon at home, it was downright forbidden, and was punishable, to even touch, with a spanking that'd leave me unable to sit for days. I also started reading other books, books about boys bodies and all that we're going through, because, again, absolutely forbidden topic, and don't you dare ever touch your private parts, no matter what, not even to pee, thus I had to sit down, and it wasn't my backside that was spanked for doing so, it was my poor hard little dinky. The first time I read a book about sexuality when I was ten was when I knew exactly who and what I am, and it scared me so bad, knowing exactly who and what my parents are, and what exactly that they think of me.

That's also when I started to suspect that they might just suspect that I'm gay, because even though I had no idea before that, the way they always treated me and my often problematic boners, it was then that I wondered if they knew, and they were trying their hardest to beat it out of me.

Of course, I was already a horrific shame to them, I was a constant bed and pants wetter. I had to have two changes of clothes with me at all times, because that's how often I usually wet my pants every day, and of course I was wet every morning I woke up. Well, not wet, so much as soaked. I had to sleep on a plastic garbage bag, and if somehow I managed to get pee on my bed, I was spanked even worse than just simply wetting, so, clearly I was spanked every morning, and then anywhere from one to three times per day when I had my one to three accidents per day. Of course, accidents outside the house were rare, because my parents rarely showed their shame to the outside world, and so, therefore I rarely left the house until I started doing so on my own, but, like I said, I always hadta have a couple changes of clothes with me.

I also didn't go to school, lest anyone should find out what a disgrace I am. They wouldn't even take me to church after the age of four, again, lest anyone should find out what a disgrace I am. Every day I was spanked, as well as mentally and verbally abused, to the point that I actually did attempt suicide. That's when I was almost eleven. Clearly I didn't try it at home, because had my parents been the ones to find me, I can only assume that they would've let me die before calling the ambulance and saying that they'd just found me, but then, I'm surprised that they didn't kill me themselves. I suppose maybe they didn't want the blood on their hands, but, in the end, it was anyway, figuratively speaking of course, because my suicide attempt didn't involve blood.

I did it in the bathroom at the library, the one place I loved being, and where I wanted to stay for eternity. I'd found a full bottle of pain killers, and I took every last one of them. I guess someone found me and called the ambulance, I don't actually know, because I'd already passed out. Just the next thing I know, I woke up in the hospital, I was secured to the bed, and I remember yelling at the nurse for not letting me die. My parents did come and see me, and whispered to me that you can't even fucking kill yourself properly, and left. That was on my third day there, I was on constant watch, and so far, even though the on staff psychiatrist had been in to see me two to three times per day, I'd still not said even so much as one word to him.

It was on my ninth or tenth day there, I can't remember, when finally I cracked, and told him everything. I cried so much, I poured everything out, and told him I just wanna die, that I don't deserve to live and be a horrific shame and disgrace to all of humanity.

Clearly my parents were hauled in as soon as the psychiatrist could possibly get to the nearest phone to call the police, and with my recorded testimony, they were jailed, and the lawyer that came and helped me, helped me to get every penny that they had, and apparently they were really rather well off, because now so am I.

I stayed in the hospital for another week after that, still on intensive therapy, and an Uncle that I had no clue about came and met me, and told me that he's going to take me in and raise me. Because of all that I'd said about my bladder issues, the hospital had tested me to find out what was wrong. Since I was still tethered to my bed with no ability to get up to go to the washroom, at least to pee, I'd been catheterized, and I'd have to call the nurse once to twice a day to do my dirty business on the toilet, but he or she had to stay with me at all times, they wanted there to be no possibility that I'd attempt to kill myself again.

Finally the day came that I went home with my Uncle. He explained to me everything that the hospital had told him, though he said that the psychiatrist hadn't told him anything of what we'd talked about, mostly about my bladder problems, and all that. He explained to me that I have a very badly damaged nerve somewhere in my back that when they checked to see if they could fix, they felt that they wouldn't be able to, so my Uncle was offered catheters and/or diapers, and asked me what I wanted to do. I honestly had no idea what diapers even were, nor that I should be ashamed to talk about such a thing, or even remotely be considering them. When he told me about them, he simply said they're an absorbent underwear type product that tapes on, that I can wear, that'll collect and hold all my pee, thus keeping me much drier and more comfortable, especially at night.

I asked him if that meant I wouldn't have to have the tube up my peepee that was really uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and this coming from someone who's more than used to having his bum and little boy dick spanked anywhere from one to five times per day, each, that clearly said a lot, because he said no, and told me that if I never wanted another catheter in my life, he'd be okay with that. I clearly asked for diapers, and honestly, I doubt I was even completely full in that first diaper when I was a full on Baby Boy diaper lover, and I've never looked back.

My Uncle happily changed my super soggy baby diapers all day, every day, it never dawned on me that I should be ashamed of this, but he was always so soft and gentle about it, and told me what a beautiful Baby Boy I am, and how he loves babying his Baby, and that I deserve to peepee my big beautiful baby diapers as fully as I possibly can. Again, no idea that this should be a shameful thing.

I still never went to school, my Uncle just did it at home like I was already used to. The major difference was, that he actually took me places, and if my diaper leaked, he'd quietly take me somewhere to change me. He even tried getting me around other kids, but, having never played before, I was at a loss as to what to do, so after about the tenth time of doing so, I asked not to do that any more. I was super conflicted about it all, though, because I desperately wanted to get to know other boys my age, and maybe try some of the things that I'd been researching, only, I had no idea how to go about it.

One of the things that my Uncle bought me almost right away was a computer of my very own, and his rules were simple, look at whatever you care to, read anything you wish to, but never give out personal information. So, I looked, a lot. Because we didn't have internet at home, I downloaded anything and everything I could every time we went into town, so that I would have it for when at home, and my Uncle said he was doing the same. I think that by the time I'd lived with him for a year, there was nothing that I didn't know about being gay, and I also found out that I'm a full on Baby Boy diaper lover, and that's when I also learned that most people would never consider telling others, because too many people see it as bad, but, I never cared, I need them, and I still allowed my Uncle to change me as lovingly every day, truly I never wanted that to end.

I actually really enjoyed the next several years, I learned to actually love my Uncle, and I was probably mid fourteen when it finally dawned on me that my Uncle's gay as well, and when I finally got the nerve to ask, shortly after I turned fifteen, he laughed and said he wondered when I was going to ask, and asked when I finally realized it. Well, not gonna lie, asked him to fuck me right then and there, but he refused, said that not only am I too young for him, but that that'd be the ultimate betrayal of the trust I have in him. Well, I didn't agree with that, still don't actually, but, he was very clear on that matter, that he'd never have sex with me. He still changed me every day, again, I never desired for that to end, so, I always asked him to change me.

My Uncle also encouraged me to run around the house in only my diaper, right from the very start, he said I should get to be comfortable, so, whatever I want to wear, be it just my diaper, or my diapers and clothes, it's my choice, and honestly, I preferred being in just my diapers as often as was possible. At the same time that I asked my Uncle if he's gay, I also asked if he's a diaper lover as well, and he says he is, but not in the same way I am. He says he loves babying beautiful Baby Boys just like me, loves to diaper us good and thick, but that he doesn't wear himself. Too bad, I totally wanted to see him in a super soggy baby diaper.

My Uncle was a computer programmer, and loved to work on computers, which was why he bought me my own, and he taught me huge amounts on it. He was also a graphic designer, that was his second passion, so, he taught me lots about that as well, and that I loved like nothing else. When I was fourteen, I asked for my first laser cutter, said I'd pay for it on my own, and he said don't worry about it, and we picked out a pretty small one, but it was a very good one, and he bought it for me. I haven't looked back since. I still have that one, it still works excellently, though I do have to replace its head occasionally, but that's not a huge deal. I have two other laser cutters now, four different CNC routers, four 3D printers, a CNC plasma cutter, and a computer for each one, and then my main one that I use, that I use to just send the jobs to the computer hooked up to that particular machine. I also found that I really like the traditional wood and metal working too, so, now have a huge shop filled with tools and I make anything my heart desires pretty near every day. I make all my own designs, I use no one else's plans for anything, because again, my Uncle had taught me all that.

When I was nineteen, my Uncle got sick, and it wasn't getting better, so, he finally went to the doctor. He'd thought it was just a cold or a flu, but he just kept getting sicker by the day, and when he went, the Doctor sent him to the hospital to get tests done right away, because he didn't like some of what he heard my Uncle say, nor how his lungs were sounding. When he asked my Uncle if he'd coughed up any blood, he'd said no, but that there was always lots of gross looking gobs coming up. He did admit to the Doctor that he's always been like that, that his lungs had always been like that, that he always coughed up lots of nasty stuff, especially in the mornings. Sadly, the test results weren't good, but, nor were they shocking. My Uncle admitted to me on the way to the hospital that he'd been warned when he was younger that eventually whatever this is that's causing that, because they weren't sure, could eventually do him in.

Turns out that whatever it was, caused cancer in his lungs, but that there was so much in them both that they had almost no hope whatsoever of helping. They offered to go in and remove what they could, then to radiate them, but, they admitted that short of a full double lung transplant, all they'd be doing is buying him a few months at best, and that it likely wouldn't make it a very good quality of what little time he had left. He refused, said if lungs come in, then maybe, but that there's no point. He asked them roughly how much time, and they told him it's so bad that it could be as little as just a few weeks, and that he needs to get his affairs in order.

It was hard on us, going through that, but, thankfully it was also fast for him, because not even two weeks later, I had to get him to the hospital, because he couldn't breathe, but, he didn't even make it to the hospital. I knew he wasn't going to, he was already on death's doorstep when I went to check on him, he'd told me not to cry, but, I did anyway. He didn't want a huge elaborate funeral, nor to be buried, he wanted just a simple service with his two friends and his one remaining family member that'd have anything to do with him, me, and then to have his ashes scattered in the woods, the creek, and the lake that we lived by. I gave him that, and since I was the only family that had anything to do with him, and he only had two good friends, it really was a very simple service. His friends asked me if I was going to be able to go it alone, and I said yes, that my Uncle had been preparing me for this day for years really.

The next couple years really were hard on me, living all by myself now, in that house that still reminds me of him. I'd never known love a day of my life 'til he took me in, and I loved him so much, far more than I think he actually knew. I never stopped wanting him, you know, sexually, but, the one thing I miss above all else, are the wonderful diaper changes. Clearly he'd hadta teach me how to diaper myself after we got the news, but, I still asked for him to do so for as long as he'd been able to, and he happily did so for me 'til the day he just couldn't, which was only three days before the end.

Now I'm getting really close to my thirtieth birthday, and I'm over the pain of losing my Uncle, but, the loneliness is still unbearable at times. I still have a really hard time around other people, though, so that makes it really hard. I still live in my Uncles huge cabin on the lake a little better than five and a half hours north of Vancouver BC, everything that he'd had, had been left to me, other than a few things he'd left the two friends who hadn't abandoned him when he was found to be gay. Thankfully my Uncle had actually taught me how to drive when I turned sixteen, and he made me get my license, because, like he'd told me, he has no idea how long his lungs can hold out for, and eventually I'm going to need to learn how to drive and not be completely dependant upon someone else. I guess it was for the best, though I was terrified to learn how to drive, but, now I do pretty well, and drive as far as six hours north, south, east, well, not west, because that'd put me into the Pacific by a couple hours. The only real social interaction that I get is when I'm at whatever craft market that I happen to be at, and even some when I go for groceries and supplies, though all that's as minimal as I can get away with, but absolutely none otherwise.

Normally I don't travel at all during the winter months, I do a few of the local Christmas craft markets, but otherwise that's when I really do the majority of my actual work, fall, winter, and early spring. By mid spring most years, I'm booked for at least two weekends of every month, and some years are more profitable than others. Because I don't strictly have to work to make money, this doesn't really bother me too much, I just love to create, and as such, must sell what I make so that I don't haveta keep it all, granted, I do donate a lot of pieces to the Vancouver Children's Hospital as well, and every time I'm in town, I take a large box of stuff for them to raffle off. Of course, when not at markets, I do a lot of custom orders for people as well, mostly from people I meet at the markets, and I do lots of wholesale orders as well, so that's great. That stuff just gets shipped when I'm in town.

It's now a Friday late morning, mid spring, the kids are apparently off school today, because there's lots more roaming around on a Friday morning as I'm setting up for the weekend Pride event that I'm attending in Vancouver. This is the largest Pride event in Western Canada, but Vancouver is an incredibly gay friendly city, so that helps. There's a parade happening tomorrow, there's hundreds, or possibly thousands of vendors just like me, there's music and other entertainment going on the entire time, and lots of other cool events. Now, seeing children at a Pride event isn't actually uncommon, normally they're coming with family in support of other family, but there's also usually lots of great free entertainment as well, so that also draws in lots of people who aren't afraid to be associated with gay people. The event doesn't officially start until noon, but, it's only just about to be eleven, and already there's lots of people wandering around. I'd only pulled into town just over two hours ago and parked where I was told I could, and then shown the spot I was allowed to set up in. The first thing out of the trailer is my huge tent, I'd bought a couple large 10x30 commercial grade tents, I'll only get to use one here, but it takes nearly half an hour for me to set one up by myself, and then the tables and shelves that I have. Finally are all the crates of things that I have to sell. Depending upon the market I'm going to, I bring different things, and clearly since this is a Pride event, I'd brought every gay related item that I make, and I make a lot, because I do virtually every Pride event in every city of the province, though many of the small northern towns don't hold such things. Granted, I also brought lots of other non gay related merchandise as well.

Normally when children stop by my booth, they're again with family, though occasionally I'll get a child wander over by him or herself to check out what I have, because I don't just do gay related items, I have lots, and some of my pieces are very eye catching. A few in the past I've been able to tell are gay, but normally they're in the twelve plus age range, rarely do I suspect a child under that age might just be gay, though I never ask. I actually almost never talk unless someone talks to me first. Today is different though, I'm still setting up when this Boy of probably no more than ten wanders over to check things out, he's by himself, and I'm not sure I've ever met a child so young who instantly and loudly rang out as, I'm gay. He's looking at all my amazing laser cut keepsake boxes, and even the 3D printed dragons and things that I have.

“Wow, you have some nice things.” He says to me.

“Thanks.” I say back.

“Wish I could do stuff like this, I'd liketa be able to create things like you do, but, well, I'm just a useless waste of space and everything good.” Before I could say anything, he bolted, I could see tears in his eyes as he'd admitted that to me, and instantly my heart wrenched.

I never expected to see him again, but, for some reason, that one little Boy just instantly buried himself in my heart.

Saturday morning, the parade starts, and because I'm right on the parade route, I get to see the entire thing, and some of the floats are spectacular, some over the top, and some, I'm sorry, are just plain tacky. I mean, I get showing off who and what you are, but, one float I'm actually surprised that they allowed, this is supposed to be a family friendly event. It's a good parade, though, and then, as soon as it's done, I start getting really busy, lots and lots of people stopping in to see what I have for sale, and a lot sold.

Three times throughout the morning, I saw that beautiful boy who'd somehow managed to worm his way into my heart, though he didn't stop by again, I just saw him, and he saw me, and he gave me a small wave each time.

Saturday, late afternoon, just as I'm about to close up for the day, though, he stops by again. There's no one else around, most of the guests have already left, and he came in.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, you don't needta worry about my problems.” He whispers to me.

“There's absolutely nothing to apologize for, at all, so, don't worry. It sounds as if you and I are the same, though, in that growing up wasn't exactly spectacular.”

“Yeah, spectacular alright.” He snorts.

“Yeah, I was nothing more than a horrific shame, and I was treated worse than a rat infestation.”

“That kinda describes how I'm treated as well. I hadta sneak out in order to come here yesterday and today, and if my parents ever find out that I did so, especially to here, I'll be lucky to survive.”

“I get that, my parents were so hugely against gays it wasn't even funny. You're what, ten, and I'm guessing you don't just suspect, but know full well that you're gay as well?”

“Yeah, just turned ten two weeks ago, and I started to suspect I was gay when I was eight, but, yeah, know fully now. I think my parents know as well, because they've been treating me even worse for the past several months, and that was already hard to manage.”

“Yeah, I get that, that's what I went through as well. You're one of the very few kids your age that I could tell instantly was gay, it shines in you like it did in me, and even though I don't feel that I act gay in any way, everyone says they know instantly as well, and not just the other gays.”

“Yeah, the kids at school have started teasing me for being gay, I mean, I am, but not sure why they haveta tease me about it.”

“That's something that I never hadta experience. My parents were so ashamed of me for another reason, that they'd never allow me to leave the house, and so, I didn't go to school. They did home schooling, but, considering that they were religious zealots, the only schooling I got was religion based, and I was never to read anything that wasn't the bible, but shortly before I was ten, I started sneaking out and going to the library to read other books, I loved magic books most of all, but almost all sci-fi as well, and I even read several books on why I felt the way I did. I quite literally had no idea what gay was, only that it was a horrific shame, and that all gays would burn in hell for an eternity. Boy was I ever scared when I learned that I was gay. It got so bad, that I crashed, and sadly attempted to kill myself. Clearly I didn't succeed.”

“Wow, what could've possibly been so shameful to treat you like that?” He gasps.

“I'd really rather not say, I've enjoyed talking to you, but you'd just leave and shun me like everyone else does if I told you.” I say softly.

“Then you don't haveta tell me, but I'm not like that. I get that too, so I'd never do that to someone else.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. So, is this the first time for you coming to a Pride event?”

“Yeah, and I was so scared yesterday when I came here, thinking that someone would recognize me and then tell my parents, then I'd be as good as dead, but, then, I realized, almost anyone else here would never tell them, because they understand and must know what my parents are.”

“Very true. I get that fear, though, it's the same fear I had the first time I snuck out and went to the library. It was only a little more than a block away from my house, so at least it wasn't far. I'm guessing you must live fairly close by as well?”

“Yeah, only a few blocks that way.” He says, pointing West. “How about you?”

“Just about six hours north of here.” I said, and his face fell.

“Oh, so this is the only time I'll probably ever see you then.” He says sadly.

“No, I travel to Vancouver fairly regularly, and I'm at this Pride event every year.”

“Oh. I've liked talking to you, for some reason I can, I can't normally talk to most others, I whisper, I stutter, or I just plain say nothing, but, not with you.” He admits.

“Yeah, I get that, I'm very much the same, though it's gotten better as I've gotten older, but, still, I so rarely actually talk to anyone.”

“Oh. Where do you stay when you come here then?”

“In my travel trailer. I have a huge one that's called a toy hauler, but I don't haul ATV's and the like, like most who buy them do, I store all my stuff in there instead, and I sleep in the front. It's really nice, and really way more than I need, but I did need the space it had for storage, so that's the one I bought.”

“Nice. Would you let me see it?”

“I needta say no, though I truly don't wanna. I sense in you the same thing I wanted and needed when I was your age, but, what you want and need, hell even I do too, it's so illegal that there's no escape if we're caught, for either of us, they'll torture you every bit as much as they'd torture me.”

“Oh, you wanted the same thing when you were my age?”

“Yeah, though I was a little older, but only because I had no idea at your age who and what I actually was, only what I felt, but I was ten when the desire to find a man who'd love me was very much there, I just had no idea what all I needed, but, by the time I was eleven, I knew fully what I needed, and I needed it fully, just the same as I feel it in you.”

“Oh yeah, I've been dreaming of it for at least the last year, maybe more already.”

“I get that, but, what we want, I just can't allow it, I'm sorry.”

“I know.” He sighs, and I see a tear escape.

Just then, he turns, so that he can wipe his eyes, and I couldn't help myself from looking at his bum, and the one thing that would make me falter, the one thing that I couldn't possibly resist, is showing now. He's diapered and he's started leaking. Well, my hot gay baby diapered dinky went instantly hard, not just chubby like talking to him about sex had already made me, I'm talking so hard, had I tripped and fell, I'd break concrete.

“I don't mean to embarrass you, but it appears that your diaper's started leaking.” I whisper to him, and he turns to face me with shame in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, I'll leave, you must think I'm a Baby now, just like everyone else does.”

“Please don't leave, most especially for that reason. I'd never call you a Baby unless you wanted me to call you Baby, but, I'd let you call me Baby just the same, because I'm diapered too, that was the horrific shame my parents wouldn't show, that I couldn't keep my fucking pants dry. Though they never got me diapers, that was something I didn't get 'til I was older than you.”

“Really!” He whispers hoarsely.

“Yes. My Uncle put me into diapers as soon as I went to live with him, and now, even if they could fix the problem, I'd never let them.”

“Same, though I wish I could get something better than the Pullups I buy myself, I can only get the cheap ones, and just getting that money is sometimes a fight, but even they hadta admit that I needed them, even took me to the doctors to try and fix the problem, but, there's something missing in my brain, I never know when I pee, like at all.”

“I could feel it when I was your age, sometimes, though as I got older, I felt it less and less, it's to the point now that I never know when I pee. It used to be, I could get to the potty and pee during the day, but only sometimes, but I always had wet underwear, because I'd often leak a little before I could get there, but, then sometimes I just didn't even feel it at all, and I'd have a full release. Trust me, the spankings I got from that were horrible.”

“Yeah, I'm spanked a lot too. For being a shame, for leaking, for talking when a stupid kid's not supposed to talk, for being in the room when I shouldn't be, if I even fucking sneeze. I hate them so much.” He says, sniffling.

“Yeah, I get that. I take it you have spare diapers in your backpack, you should go over to the bathrooms over there and get changed before anyone else notices, and before the wet marks get even larger.”

“Yeah, I do, and yeah, I should, thanks. Gimme a minute.”

He runs off to go to the washroom facilities, and I can't help but to watch his very sexy baby diapered bum as he runs off. I give my head a shake, it can't happen, but the desire to follow him and change him is astoundingly high, never before have I wanted something so much, but know that I simply cannot have it, no matter how much he offers, or how much I want it.

These three day long, outdoor events are a massive pain in the soggy diapered ass, though, because clearly I can't just leave everything out and leave like I would at an indoor event, there'd be nothing left by the time I got back the next morning. So, I have to pack everything up, but considering how many times I've done this, I've gotten very good and very fast at it. I have really good quality plastic crates that I can stack easily and haul back to my trailer on large dollies, so, before the young man is even finished changing himself, and he'd even changed his pants, I'm already nearly packed up.

“Would you like any help?” He asks happily when he makes it back.

“No thanks Handsome, I'm just about done already, and you really should think about getting home before your parents miss you.”

“Yeah, you're probably right. Are you gonna be here tomorrow still?”

“Yes, I take it then that you plan to come again?”

“Yeah, I sure do, and I'd kinda liketa spend the day with you.”

“I think I'd like that too.”

“Good. Well, I better get going, then, thanks for everything.”

“I didn't do anything.” I say, but, I do understand what he means as well.

“Just listening to me, understanding me, not making fun of me, that's all I've ever wanted in this world.”

“Yeah, me too, so thank you as well for that.” I smile warmly.

He walks away, and I finish packing up, I leave the tent, since that would be rather difficult to steal, though this is my second one, because someone did steal my first one, but it was nowhere near as good or as large as this one is. It took three trips to get everything to the trailer for the night, the last are the tables and shelves that I have. I kept feeling as if I were being watched, though, as I worked. As soon as I get there with the last of my supplies, I unlock and then fold down the rear access door, and start packing everything in. Once all inside, I close the door again, I'd still had the distinct feeling that someone was watching me, but I couldn't tell from where. As soon as I'm in for the night, I go to my bedroom and change my super soggy double diaper, since that's what I wear to save having to find a place to change, thus leaving my stall unattended and ripe for the picking, of course, that's truly the excuse I use, but all diaper lovers know the reason why I double diaper, and in such gloriously thick baby diapers as well. I stay in just my diaper now, because I don't plan to go anywhere anyway, and then make myself some dinner.

I put on a movie while I eat, and enjoy it, and then a second after that. By the time the second movie's done, it's bedtime, and since I'd double mega thickly baby diapered once again, I know that I don't needta worry about leaking throughout the night. Earlier, when I'd changed, I'd been so fucking hard that I should've jacked off, envisioning that very cute young gay Baby Boy, but that's also the reason I didn't. I can't, this is already hard enough on me, but, I couldn't sleep, the visions of him running diapered through my head just wouldn't stop, and so, eventually, I just succumbed to the temptations, and jacked off furiously to six spectacular orgasms, spewing forth so much delicious cum it's incredible. Never before had I cum six times in a row like that, hell, I doubt I've done that in one day total for at least ten years.

Finally satisfied, I fall asleep, and have a very good sleep.

The next morning, I wake up at my regular time of about five, I'm good and soggy, but I still have close to two hours left in it, which is perfect, because that's when I need to start getting ready for the last day of the event, since it's from eight 'til noon today. I make myself a good filling breakfast, sit down to eat it, and then I start packing up all that I need to take, replenishing the stock that'd sold from the day before, so that I have good full tables and shelves again.

Once it's time to start setting back up, I go and change my now very soggy baby bum, double as usual, get dressed, because I still hadn't, since why, and then start taking everything to my tent, starting with the shelves and tables once again. I was barely half way through setting everything up when the cute little guy from the day before arrives.

“Good morning.” We both say together.

“How are you today?” I ask.

“My ass is really sore.”

“Spanked or fingered too vigorously?”

“Sadly spanked. I got home after my useless parents did, and they questioned me on where I was and what I was doing. I told them I was at the library, and they bought that, but then I was spanked for doing something without permission. Whatever, I wish I never hadta see them again, the useless fucking pieces of shit.” He sighs sadly.

“I brought my second chair for you, so that you can sit down, that is if you're able to.”

“I'm used to sitting down on a well spanked bottom, I have to pretty much every day at school.”

“Yeah, I understand that all too well as well.”

“What can I help with?”

“Not really a lot, I'm just unpacking everything and putting it where it goes.”

“Well, let me unpack the boxes and you can put it where it goes when I hand it to you.”

“Okay.” I say, and so, he does.

As we sit down, once done, I ask him, “So, where's your backpack in case you needta change?”

“The event's done at about noon, and I'm supposed to be home no later than one, so, if I leave at noon, then I make it well before they get home and I doubt I'd leak in only a few hours.”

“Okay. So, what's your name?”

“Sam. What's yours?”

“Joey.”

“It's really good to know you Joey, and I hope I getta see you again in the future.”

“It's really good to know you as well Sam, and I do every event they hold here, so, just keep your eyes on the events page for this park, and you'll know. I also do a few other craft markets in the area, including the PNE.”

“Good.”

We had a really good last day of sales, there were a lot of people through, and even Sam helped in selling some things while I was busy. That was great, and I loved getting to talk to him whenever we had no customers. I really will miss him.

“Well, it's getting really close to time to head out, so, I better go.” Sam says, but for some reason it wasn't sadly as I'd expected it to be, like it is for me.

“Yeah, and it's almost time for me to pack up. It really was good meeting you and getting to know you. I do so hope that the next time I'm here, that you come and visit again.” I say, and I can actually feel tears in my eyes.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world.” He says, he then gives me a hug, and then bolts.

I thought it was kind of odd that Sam went the opposite direction than he'd headed the day before, but figured he must have to make a stop elsewhere first. I pack everything up, this time of course dismantling my tent as well, but it's last to come down, and then I start loading up and taking it all back, and of course that means this time it's four trips back to the trailer. I got everything all loaded up, secured for travelling, and then headed out. I don't have to worry about hooking up the trailer or anything, because I just don't bother to disconnect it, I just put down the stabilizing jacks so that it doesn't bounce too much, and as long as I'm parked reasonably level, it's good enough for me.

Now it's back home for the week, and take the long drive home. I had to stop for fuel almost half way home, and as I was standing there, filling up, I happened to look into the back of the truck, and I see something that looked odd. There's a large box in there that I didn't put in there, but because I hadn't looked in the bed of the truck, I hadn't had any reason to, I'd just missed that it was there. I went to move it, but it's full, and heavy, so, I open it up, and nearly faint.

Inside the box is a beautiful young boy with a backpack and a garbage bag.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask in shock.

“I'm running away. Please don't be mad.”

“I'm not mad, shocked more like. Do you have any idea the seriousness of what you've done, though?”

“Yeah, and I know you're scared, so am I, but, I hadta escape. I left them a letter, telling them that I'm leaving them for good, that I'm gay and I know that they hate me, and that I never hope to see them again. I know they're not gonna call me in as missing, so, in a week or two, I'm calling the cops on them and I'm gonna make sure they're punished, since I'm pretty sure that's illegal as well.”

“Shit. Well, you better get out of there and hop in the front, since this clearly isn't a safe place for you.”

“Safer than where I was living.”

“Fair enough.”

He crawls out of his box, I grab his pack and bag and throw them in the back seat of the truck, and then he crawls out. I hope no one was paying us any undo amount of attention, though, I'm reasonably certain that that'd send up huge red flags to anyone who saw him get out of the back of my truck. There's no one else there at the moment, so, hopefully not. I finish filling up only a minute later, and then we hop in and take off.

“So, um, Sam, since apparently you've chosen to live with me, well, I think you haveta know, there's gonna haveta be some rules.” I say a few minutes after we'd started driving.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

“We can't be sucking and fucking, I'm sorry, I know it's what we both want, but, we just can't, okay.”

“I knew that's what you were gonna say, but that's not what either of us wants, and I know it. I wanna make love to each other instead, and I wanna take our time and learn to really love each other. I already think I'm falling in love with you, I kinda did the first time we met. For some reason, I felt a connection to you, that's the only reason I was able to even talk to you at all.”

“Yeah, I want that too, desperately, but, sadly, no, we simply can't.” I sigh deeply. I do want it so bad, though.

“I know, but how's about we not worry about that right now. I've told you all about me, and you've told me some about you, so, how's about you tell me the rest of your story.”

“Okay.” I say, and tell him everything.

“Yeah, I get how you felt, I've often wondered why I bothered to live as well.” Sam says sadly once I'm done. “And it's too bad about your Uncle, but I guess you can't escape death in the end, can you?”

“I hope that escaping your parents will make it far easier on you and those thoughts will disappear, and no, none of us can, we all know and understand that, and he was quite old already, he'd already be well into his eighties now, had he not died.”

“Honestly, just getting to know you's made living so much easier.”

“Good, and same, really, that's why you're still here. I should be taking you back, I should be giving you to social services, and I shouldn't even be considering having you living with me, but, for all that I should be doing, I simply can't, there's something about you that makes me feel whole. My Uncle helped me lots, but, I've never felt complete my whole life.”

“Thanks, and I feel the same about you as well.”

We continue talking for the entire rest of the trip home. Several times throughout the drive, Sam commented on how much space there is, and how few towns there are, and even fewer houses the further north we go. Finally we make it to the town in which I technically live in, and I tell him that this is home, he says, “Wow, this is the smallest city I've ever heard of, you can see the other side of it, and it's not that far away.” We enter into the town on a hill, so, you can see the entire place.

“City, hardly. This here is a town, nothing more. The last I checked, there's only something like twelve thousand people living here. In comparison, the Pride event that we just left, that saw roughly fifty to sixty thousand people through it, and I probably had at least two thousand of them through my booth alone. So, yesterday, which was the busiest day, you probably saw about one tenth of this town's population through my booth alone.”

“Wow. That's small.” He laughs.

“This isn't even the smallest town. The one that we passed through just about an hour ago, that's roughly quarter the size, though technically speaking their township is larger, they're way more spread out than even here. You see, in northern BC, there's not really very many people at all, especially in comparison to most other places. Hell, most European and American cities are larger than BC's largest, which is Vancouver, yet all those countries and states are way smaller than all of BC.”

“Yeah, I know some of that from geography in school, that BC is considerably larger than several European countries, but that we have a positively tiny population in comparison.”

“Exactly. It's because of all the mountains, it makes a lot of the area hard to populate, but we also have some very extreme temperatures as well. In Vancouver it's a temperate rain forest, so massive amounts of rain, but also some of the most beautiful summers and so much lush plant life, well, not in Vancouver, but the rest of the area for sure. Then we also technically have a desert here, where it's so dry during the summer that almost nothing grows at all without irrigation. Here we're in a small mountain plain, where we actually get very little rain and lots of sun, but we also get pretty harsh winters, though not so bad as further up north or higher up in the mountains. It's funny, during the spring and summer, it almost never rains during the day here, and when it does, it's pretty bad, no, it normally only rains at night here, which is unusual, nowhere else in the world that I know of where it almost never rains during the day. We also get stunningly beautiful, awe inspiring electrical storms, sheet lightening that'll light up the night sky so brightly you'd swear it were day, and fork lightening that's got hundreds of fingers on it. Yeah, BC is a pretty neat place, but it's huge, and there's almost no one around.”

“Cool, can't wait to see an electrical storm then. So, where do you live?”

“We live almost an hours drive from town still, up in the mountains and into a really nice large valley.”

“We still live an hour away from here?” He gasps. “And we're still part of this town?”

“Yes, but it's an hour away because about the fastest we can go is about sixty kilometres an hour, and many parts of the road are way less. It's only thirty five actual kilometres away, and we're gonna run outta pavement in about four minutes. The rest is gravel, and I haveta pay someone to grade it a couple times a year, and I have a snow plow for the front of the truck for clearing the road in the winter. There's only two other places on the entire road, and neither of them live there full time, they're only summer places. With that being said, both those houses are at most an eighth of the way to our place.”

“Fuck.” Sam said, I laugh.

Like I said, the pavement ran out at the last house that's officially inside of town, and then the rest of the drive is all gravel. Of course, since I'm the only one who actually uses this road, at least for the most part, it's in pretty good shape. I know that others do use it to come out to some of the good hunting spots, but no one ever comes out near to my place, though there are signs saying private property once you get to my actual property border, but it's almost ten minutes after that that you actually reach my house anyway, and I'm at the end of the road.

“Holy shit, would you look at this place.” Sam gasps.

“Pretty nice, eh!” I say, because it is pretty spectacular.

“Wow, is it ever, I've never even imagined something so beautiful before. I didn't see any power poles since the pavement ended, how do you get power?”

“My Uncle built a huge reservoir and dam, that has a hydroelectric power generator on it. It's really impressive, but I haveta make sure to maintain it well, otherwise it'll fail, and I don't want that. If it gets down to negative thirty, though, I haveta shut it down, actually we usually shut it down when it hits negative twenty five, and I switch to a propane powered generator. So, for about two to three weeks every January, it costs a shit load of money to get power, but, I only run it when needed.”

“Wow. How big is that lake?”

“Roughly thirty acres or so, so, not huge, but a good size, and there's two other smaller lakes in our actual property bounds. If you like fishing, the trout are good, though I don't like fishing, nor fish, but my Uncle did, so there's still lotsa fishing gear here, as well as a nice row boat, which I do like using.”

“Definitely don't like fish, and I probably won't try fishing either. I've never swam in a lake before, is it even safe, I see a lot of weeds.”

“Well, when in the boat, it's mandatory to wear a flotation jacket anyway, so, no worries there, and the weeds are pretty bad. The lake is cold, though.”

“How cold.”

“Let's just say all your boy bits will retreat inside rather quickly.”

“Oh, um, then no thanks.” He squeaks, almost as if I'd thrown him in the lake.

“You'd get used to it. I usually swim every morning when I'm home, but I actually swim in the pond created from the reservoir and dam, since there's no weeds, and it's even a little warmer, not much, mind you, but a little.”

“Oh.”

I couldn't help but to laugh.

“Your house is made of logs, and there's another house too.”

“Yes, it is, haven't you ever heard of log homes before?”

“Don't think so.”

“Oh yeah, they're really popular here because of how efficient they are, and with as many trees as are around, they're easy, though definitely not easy to build, because I hadta help build the other one, which isn't a house, it's my shop. My Uncle and I built it together, we started when I was thirteen and it took us nearly two years.”

“Wow, your shop's the same size as the house, if not bigger.”

“Bigger, by a few hundred square feet in fact, but then it's also got a full second floor that I use for all my digital fabrication, whereas the house only has a partial second floor where the main bedroom is.”

“Wow. So, you don't have cable or internet here, then, do you?”

“No, we don't.” I laugh. “No TV, no phone, no internet, no neighbours, it's incredibly peaceful here.”

“Yeah, and like you said when we passed the last house, nearly forty minutes home, so, they're like forty minutes drive from here. I've never even imagined you could live so far away from someone else. My parents had lotsa money, yet their house wasn't really any bigger, and they had a big yard for Vancouver, but we could talk to the neighbours from our front porches with ease, without yelling.”

“Exactly. Just keep in mind that we are in fact out in the wilderness, and there's at least seven things that could be around that'd happily eat you, and probably another half dozen or so that wouldn't mind killing you if you piss it off.”

“Yikes, like what?”

“Well, black bears, brown bears, grizzly bears, though I've never personally seen one of them, cougars, bobcats, wolves, and coyotes. Those are all the ones that'll happily eat you. Then moose, elk, deer, porcupines, and eagles, are the only ones that come to mind that will hurt you if you get too close, and you could die. As long as you stay fairly close to the house, and don't go into the woods without me and/or a gun, then you're pretty safe. Though every last one of those animals I mentioned, other than a grizzly, does wander through our yard, because it's nice easy access for them to get to the lake. I've even been outside working and had animals wander through.”

“Wow. I've never actually seen even one of those animals in real life, and we'll see them all here.”

“Absolutely. There's probably close to forty more species of animals and birds that you'll see here too. There's a family of raccoon's that comes and visits lots, Mama Raccoon has never forgotten me after I helped one of her babies about three years ago, and they're super friendly to me. Possums, gophers, chipmunks and squirrels, rabbits galore, then at least a dozen species of birds, and lots more that I'm forgetting. In the mornings, when I sit out on the front porch with a nice steaming mug of tea, I just sit and watch, and I always see so many beautiful animals.”

“Wow, can't wait to do that too then.”

“Just so you know, I do so in just my soggy baby diapers.” I say, and Sam groans from very deep within, and I swear I saw him get hard, and he had to adjust himself because of it.

“Then I'd liketa as well.”

“Good. In fact, wanna strip down to just your baby diaper now, and we can take the tour, then unpack everything.”

“Oh yes, though I'm in just a big boy Pullup.”

“I know, but still a diaper none the less. We'll haveta go into town tomorrow or the next day and get you some proper big baby diapers like you deserve, and I'm betting really really want too, and I'll probably order lots in for you when we do so too.”

“Thanks, I'd really like that, because, yeah, really really want hardly even describes how much I want super thick and thirsty tape on baby diapers. How do you order things?”

“On my cell phone. That's the only real reason I have it, who would I call. I do all my work from it a couple times a week when I go to town.” I say, and then lead the stripping.

As soon as I'm down to just my soggy baby diaper, and I am very soggy now, and will need a change in only an hour or so, Sam groans even more so than he did before. I give him a nod, and Sam then strips down to just his diaper, and he does need to change, because the underwear that he wears over them to somewhat disguise what he's wearing, has a small wet spot on them, though it hadn't come through to his pants yet, so, he'd only just started leaking. I admit, I do groan when I see him standing before me in just that super soggy Pullup. He's already an incredibly handsome young man, but he's stunningly beautiful, at least to me, in nothing but a soggy big Baby Boy diaper.

I'd say that Sam's already at about four and a half feet tall, which is a good height for his age, he has short trimmed, medium reddish brown hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, nice nose and lips, and when he smiles, it's a really cute gap toothed cheeky grin. He has a few very fine freckles on his nose and upper cheeks. When dressed in the baggy unkempt clothes that his parents had bought him, he'd just looked like a skinny Little Boy, but now without any clothes to mar his beauty, I can see that he's already got a pretty good body, with a good muscle structure already showing, though he's definitely not hugely muscular, just a good tough build for his age and size, and he's already got a striking little six pack starting, he's very shapely.

“Fuck, you're beautiful.” I said, accidentally saying it out loud.

“Thanks, so are you.”

“I wasn't supposed to say that out loud.” I chuckle.

“Yeah, well I totally meant to say it out loud.” Sam giggles.

“Yeah. Well, you needta go change your baby diaper first Baby, so, grab your bag and I'll show you to your bedroom.”

“I'd rather you changed me.”

“Yeah, I know, and you know why I haveta refuse.”

“Yeah, I know, and it's not the right time anyway.”

Sam grabs both his bags from the truck, and I lead him inside.

As we enter, Sam looks around and sighs. “Wow, it's beautiful.”

“Yeah, my Uncle really did do it right, didn't he.”

“Yeah.”

The entire front half of the house is the living area, there's a huge kitchen, dining room, and living room, and you can see it all. In the centre, facing the door as we enter, is a huge field stone fireplace, but it has a high efficiency, sealed, wood burning stove in it, and its chimney goes straight up. Behind that is the set of stairs leading to a landing that leads to the large bedroom upstairs, that's mine now, and it has a really nice bathroom as well. Then underneath that level in the back of the house are the other two bedrooms, the main bathroom, and a laundry room. There is a second set of stairs going down underneath the other set going up, that leads to a full unfinished basement. My Uncle said he hadta put it in anyway, because the frost level is so deep here that he may as well, but that he'd never needed it, and really, I haven't either. We almost made my shop down there, but my Uncle didn't want all the fumes from all my equipment wafting through the house, not that the smoke from the fireplace hasn't already given the house that smoky smell anyway, but, my 3D printers do stink like plastic, so he had a point there.

Everything is very nicely done, though, very simple, with a little rustic elegance I guess you'd call it. Most everything's done in natural woods and/or stones.

I lead Sam to his bedroom, it'd been mine 'til my Uncle died, and it's the only one with a bed in it, so, clearly it hasta be his.

“Wow, nice bedroom, and it's huge.”

“Yeah, well, this place isn't exactly small, and all the rooms are large because of it. The other bedroom down here's just as large, then there's the main bathroom and the laundry room too, plus the hall. Well, my bedroom and bathroom are the same size as all this is together.”

“Wow, I'd liketa see that.”

“I'll show you later. I'll leave you now, go ahead and get changed. You may as well put your things away while you're in here. Throw anything that needs washing into the laundry room, it's the one right next door to you. The bathroom's the one directly across from you.”

“Okay, thanks.” He says, I close the door as I leave, it's already hard enough seeing him in his soggy diaper, especially with his hot hard ten year old, gay Baby Boy erection pushing out the front like it was, because he's very hard by the looks of it.

Not gonna lie, hadta go up to my bedroom for a few minutes of private time, and I nearly destroyed my diaper as I pushed it down to access my big gay baby boner. Once again, not sure how the hell I pumped out that much cum, and for three amazing baby boygasms this time. Seeing Sam like that was hard on me, harder on my erection, if you know what I mean. I decide that since my diaper's got at best an hour left in it, and I kinda tore one of the tapes clean off in my need to access my diapered dinky, that I may as well change at the same time, and do so. Once again, because it's the way I like it, I double diaper myself, but go with my ultra thick night time combo, it's so gloriously thick, and soft, and comfortable, just the way a gay Baby Boy diaper lover deserves his diapers to be.

Sam hasn't exited his bedroom by the time I make it back downstairs, so I'm betting that he's having to jack off at least five or six times. I decide that I may as well go start bringing the food in from the trailer, since I am starting to get hungry, so, we should probably think about getting dinner soon. I have all the food in by the time Sam actually exits from his bedroom, and he looks much more relaxed, in fact he looks positively serene.

“Good diaper change Baby?” I chuckle.

“Oh yeah, came eight times, never done that before, but, it just wouldn't go down. Seeing you in your super soggy baby diaper was doing things to me. I see you changed as well, even though you didn't look like you were completely full yet. How many times did you cum, dreaming of me?”

“I'm supposed to say I didn't at all, but, we both know that'd be a lie. I came three times.” I say honestly.

“Good. So, what are you doing, and can I help?”

“Was just about to start making dinner, since it's well after that time already anyway, and I'm getting hungry. I imagine you are as well?”

“Yeah, but in all fairness, I'm always at least a little hungry. My parents sometimes withheld food for days at a time when I really pissed them off. They definitely didn't feed me enough most days, but there's never seconds, and I'm to eat what I'm given and be fucking thankful that they're even feeding me at all, because that's far more than I actually deserve.”

“Yeah, I get that. At least you don't look to be malnourished, not like I was, because my parents absolutely didn't feed me near enough, and sometimes it was days in between any food at all. Not to mention, I was fed once a day, because that's all filthy animals get.”

“I usually got three meals a day, just not necessarily always, like I said.”

“That's good. You can come help cook, though.”

“I have no idea what I'm doing.”

“Now's as good a time as any to learn.”

I teach Sam everything that he needs to know to help, and he enjoys doing so, but then, I'm really rather enjoying his company as well. When dinner's done, we sit down and eat, and talk happily as we do so. I've missed getting to talk to someone. It feels nice.

After we cleaned up, we head out to the trailer to bring everything in that needs to be brought in. Of course I leave all the merchandise in the trailer, since there's no point in doing otherwise. I'll restock all that was sold throughout the week, though I do have to make lots more too, but, there's lots of time to do so. It only takes us half an hour to bring the last of our things inside, and now we're done for the day.

I then take Sam on the tour of the place, I show him my bedroom and bathroom, and he loves them, then he checks out the other bedroom, but there's literally nothing in there at all. The main bathroom is very nice, and even the laundry room is nice. We check out the basement, and it's empty other than the house equipment and lots of storage shelves, since I usually stock up for winter, because there are times when it's not practical to try and leave. Then I take him out to the shop, and it's huge and wide open. The only thing in the way are the stairs leading up and down, because, again, we had to make the foundation so deep, that we may as well put in a basement, I use it solely for storage. All three levels are huge and wide open otherwise. I didn't see the need to waste the time, space, or money to put in a bathroom, since I wear mine anyway, and if I need to go poopy on the potty, I can go inside to do so, though, I have pushed it back a few times and accidentally poopied my baby diaper when I simply held off for too long, but, I do get in the groove and ignore my body, and even still, that happens every couple months or so. I tell Sam this, and he laughs, and says he's done the same. The main level of the shop is where all my main power tools and equipment are, and upstairs is where all my digital fabrication takes place.

“Wow, this is an amazing shop, and I can't wait to get to come work and play in here too. I've always wanted to do stuff like this.”

“Good, and you'll getta help lots and lots.” I say happily.

“What about school, I'd liketa never go again, but, I know I still kinda haveta, don't I?”

“Well, honestly, I have no idea. Unless somehow, miraculously, I was actually appointed guardianship of you, I couldn't even enrol you anyway. Right now, you're officially missing, even though I'm of the same thought as you, that your parents will never call you in as missing either, unless they're smart, but, if they're anything like mine, they're absolutely not.”

“No, I don't feel that they're smart enough to do so either. When I call the police, I do plan to tell them that I've run away and I'm gonna live in the woods and no one will ever see me again. Maybe the next time you go even further north, you said you go about five to six hours north of here, I'll call it in. I'll plainly tell them I paid for rides with my ass all the way up north and that that's how I like it. I'll also plainly tell them I'm never going back to my parents or to foster care, and if they try, I will kill myself first.”

“You're quite the crude Baby Boy, aren't you.” I laugh.

“Honestly, I started thinking of running away almost a year ago, and I figured that's what it was gonna cost to get rides, that's why I've been preparing, and though I wouldn't be able to take some of the men I've seen pictures and videos of, trust me, I can probably take most.” He grins brightly to me.

“Oh, so I just kicked your plans into motion sooner rather than later.” I had to laugh.

“Yep. I figured I'd find a man who wanted a pleasure boy and live with him 'til I was too old for him, and then move on. I haven't got much more than my little ass to offer, but I woulda gladly offered it.”

“That's no life to live, and I hope that you understand that that's absolutely not what I want.”

“I know, but it woulda been a hell of a lot better than the life I've been living, that's for sure. I also know that's not what you want, and that's not what I want from you either. I've already started falling in love with you, and right from the very first moment we really met, I knew you were different and that somehow we were meant to be together.”

“I do agree, really to everything, I don't know what it is about you either, but I'm falling in love with you as well.”

“So, what should I do about school?”

“The only thing we can do, likely, and that's just do as best we can here, on our own. I'll find you school text books and we'll get you a notebook computer and put learning programs on it, and just go from there.”

“Won't that cost lotsa money, though?”

“No, not really, and even if it did, I'm not exactly hurting any, so don't worry about it. For instance, at the Pride festival this weekend, I made a little better than ten thousand dollars. Granted, that's an exceptional weekend, and some weekends I might only make a grand, but I've had better too.”

“Oh, okay, and now with both of us working, we could probably do lots more.”

“Yes, once we get you trained up, I bet you're able to offer lots of help.” I say happily.

It'll actually be nice having someone to work in the shop with. My Uncle never really did, only occasionally, he didn't really enjoy most of that, but he did help when I asked, and he happily bought me lots too, he was more about hunting and fishing and being out in nature, hence where I live. He helped me to build the shop, then after that, he hardly ever came out to the shop, whereas that's where I was most often, since I like neither hunting nor fishing, and he was okay with that.

“Well Baby, it's getting close to bed time, so, what say we head inside and settle down for the night, maybe put on a movie and kick back and relax.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” He says happily.

I let Sam pick the movie that he would like to see, since clearly I've seen every one of them, some of them several times, and I was happy with the one he chose. I got everything up and running, teaching Sam how to do so as well, so that he knows in the future, and then we each took one of the recliners, positioned them how we like them, and then enjoyed.

Sam was nearly asleep when the movie ended, so, I told him to head on in to bed, and to change his super soggy baby bum, because he desperately needs it, whereas with my double ultra thick, I should be good 'til morning, and if I'm not, because I did get into it about an hour earlier than normal, oh well, that's what my mattress protector is for. I wish Sam a good sleep, and he says likewise, and we both head to bed.