Adam's Big Brother Today was a big day for 10-year-old Adam Ellison. It was the first time he was going to stay over night at his recently-aquired Big Brother's house; and not just over night - but for a whole 4 days! He was very excited as he waited for David, the new man in his life, to pick him up. He had packed and repacked until his mother made him sit down and play Super Mario Brothers to help him relax. Still he jumped up and looked out the window every time he heard a car drive by. Adam was a lively boy, if somewhat hard to handle for his mother. Since his parents had divorced (and his father having run off with a blond "bombshell") a full 3 years ago, he had had a rather rough time of things. His mother worked hard, unable to collect any child support from her run-away husband. She worked as a waitress and frequently had to work evenings and nights, depending on her airheaded sister and an alcoholic neighbor for childcare when she couldn't be home with Adam. This was especially hard on the boy and he expressed his frustration in various inappropriate ways. He was used to getting bare-assed beltings and other harsh punishments from his various caretakers, condoned virtually carte blanche by his mother, Brenda, knowing what a handful he was around the house. Brenda had started Adam in occasional programs at the local YMCA 2 years ago, and from there she got the idea for applying for a Big Brother for the boy. It took over a year, but when David Shields presented himself to her as a candidate she accepted without question, greatly relieved that her son now had a role model and she had someone to look after him. David was a well-mannered and handsome man of 33. He had a Bachelor of Arts degree and worked as a display artist for a local advertising firm. He seemed intelligent and personable, and was willing to devote most of his free time to her son, a gift she gladly accepted. David Shields was breathless the first time he met Adam. He knew from the photograph he had been shown that he really wanted to meet this boy. But his dreams came true when he saw him standing there, small for a 10 year old, barely 4 feet tall and only 52 pounds, with a diabolical charm that demanded utmost attention! But for his diminutive stance Adam exuded energy (in every form), something David craved! After spending a single afternoon in the park with Adam David knew he had the boy of his dreams in his hands. And Adam saw in the man the loving, caring father he had never really known. From that day on each of them thought of little else but spending time with the other...and Brenda was elated! To Brenda David was a Godsend. His demeanor was slick and he offered her virtually everything she wanted. He had told her that since his recent break-up with his fiance that he wanted time to reflect on his own youth and found Big Brothers to be an ideal vehicle, which she couldn't deny. David offered her "as much time as possible" with Adam, and even suggested that once school let out regular weekend overnights were welcome. Brenda found this to be an offer she couldn't refuse and continued to butter David up (needlessly) in an effort to keep him interested in her son. By the time school let out Brenda had arranged for David to keep the boy every weekend and granted him every privilege of discipline and loco praentis. In all these matters David concerned himself not with details but with generalities. He wanted Adam at any cost, and considering the obvious graciousness of the boy's mother he accepted her every offer; offers which fell like gilded feathers into the pockets of his desire. In the course of their agreements Brenda had mentioned, ever so casually (so as not to disturb) Adam's "little bedwetting problem". To David this was as if a "stroke from heaven: Adam had the same problem that David had suffered with for 14 years of his childhood!". Upon hearing of this, several weeks from the time he was to take Adam for their first overnight adventure, David made every effort to convince Brenda that he would, if allowed, take every effort to help Adam to overcome his "problem", and in so doing got the child's mother to sign a quasi-medical release which allowed David to take up any endeavor he considered potentially curative in this (or any other) situation. David never mentioned the knowledge of the bedwetting to Adam; but in his constant dealings with his problem, which occurred at least twice a week (and often more), Adam was forced to confront both his caretakers and his mother about the problem; a behaviour he was frequently whipped for. It was not until shortly before David was to take Adam overnight that Brenda became convinced that David was "an expert" in dealing with problems like bedwetting, a belief she had conjured out of her private consultations with the man. Even so, she never confided with her son about her decision to let David take control of the problem, nor had she even mentioned that David knew anything about it. So Adam, convinced of David's ignorance of his "problem", hoping it would disappear before David would ever see it in person, hoping for the Moon...and eventually believing that David would never know the truth...in the ensuing weeks neither boy nor man mentioned the problem to the other... Very quickly Brenda became convinced of David's parental potential, and not willing to risk any romantic conflict, gave him full parental power over the boy starting with their first 4-day weekend which was about to happen. Beep-beep came through the open window as Adam jumped up for the 100th time and there was David's car. The boy yelled "He's here! He's Here!" and ran to the door opening it with arms outreached for an inevitable hug with his mother right behind him. David was almost overwhelmed. After a few minutes going over last details David grabbed Adams suitcase and they waved goodbye to Brenda who was very glad to have the fidgety boy out of the house for a few days...but not nearly as happy as David was to have the boy to himself for a few days of heaven. As the 2 drove to David's house Adam talked about baseball and David's computer, something he was very interested in. Adam had a video game machine but liked David's computer a lot more; David was more than a hobbyist - he used his computer's graphic ability to do much of his display work. Soon they were at David's house and David took Adam right to his bedroom where he had set up a youth bed near his own queen-size bed. David helped Adam unpack his things, putting his slacks, shirts and underwear into his own dresser, in a space he made especially for his little friend. It was already late in the afternoon by now but there was still plenty of sunlight so the two went to the park behind David's house to throw a ball around and swing and slide on the playground equipment. It seemed like only a few minutes had gone by when the sun finally began to set. David suggested they drive over to Burger Chef's for dinner where they had a fun time. When they returned home it was after 9pm. David suggested the boy take a shower and get ready for bed and if he was still not sleepy they would work on the computer together a while. Adam agreed, and went into the bedroom and got his PJs and then went into the bathroom and took a nice soothing shower as David listened, his mind full of images. A few minutes later the wet-haired lightly pajama-clad youngster came out of the steamy bathroom and eagerly approached the computer. Together they sat at the screen playing games and looking at pictures while drinking one soda after another. David showed Adam some of his latest artwork which was mostly of men and boys in various kinds of underwear. When Adam asked why he drew that kind of picture David explained that that was how he made his living: people wanted to know what various kinds of underwear looked like and it was his job to draw pictures of people wearing them. He showed the boy an example of his art as it appeared in the local newspaper and Adam said "Oh, sure! I've seen those ads. So THAT'S what you do!" Then David showed Adam the basics of drawing a boy's underwear layout, starting with a boy that looked remarkably like Adam. When the outline was drawn David began to fill in details that normally weren't in display ads and Adam remarked "Hey! That looks like me! But I don't have any clothes on! Put some underpants on me!", blushing as much as he was giggling to see a naked drawing of himself on David's computer screen. So David said "No problem!", and drew a pair of underpants over the image's naked loins, to which Adam giggled "That's better!...hey, can you draw a girl naked like that, too?" David didn't even reply. He cleared the screen (with a sly save of his previous work) and drew an anatomically correct young woman's naked picture in under 5 minutes as the child watched intently, imagination racing. By the time the picture was complete Adam was uncomfortably aware that he had an erection, something that was happening more and more often as he headed toward his 11th birthday, just a few weeks away. And just as David completed the little nude, he stood Adam up and said it was bedtime. Adam tried to turn so that the little bulge in his thin pajamas wouldn't be noticed, but David noticed it right away, but to curb the child's embarrassment said "looks like you really LIKE my artwork, eh?" in just the right tone and Adam giggled back "I sure do!", and took no more effort to conceal his arousal. Together they went into the bedroom and David tucked little Adam into his youth bed against mild pleadings from the boy that they sleep together in David's big bed (to which he was assured "all in good time"), a kiss on his forehead and a comforting exchange of "I love you"'s, David left the boy snuggled up with his favorite teddy bear in the dimly lit bedroom. David grabbed a beer from the fridge and returned to the computer to draw picture after picture of Adam in every possible sexual pose he could imagine over the next 2 hours, making occasional checks of the child's bed for wetness. He went into the bathroom and found the boy's shirt and trousers, socks and underpants lying on the floor. Picking them all up and returning to the bedroom he decided to turn in at 2:15am, a little drunk, but not too drunk to jerk off to an explosive climax as he thought of his delicious little friend in the next bed, his little-boy underpants engulfing his own enraged penis, bursting his globs of semen forth into the virgin-touched "Fruit-Of-The_Loom"s, trying not to make so much noise that it would wake the boy (too much). Despite his late retiring, David managed to crack an eye before Adam stirred the next morning, and carefully he crept out of bed and felt for wetness on the youth bed...and he almost cried out when he discovered that the bed was not just damp, but saturated! Delicately he left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen and started coffee and a breakfast for two of eggs and bacon, taking a moment to turn on the early morning news on the TV, just loud enough to eventually wake the sleepy boy. As Adam woke up his lively spirits quickly sank as he felt the soaking wet bed beneath him. What he had so hoped (and prayed) for had not happened. He had wet the bed the very first night. What would David think of him?!? He noticed that David was up and smelled breakfast cooking. He was afraid to get out of the bed yet afraid to remain in it. After a minute he decided he might be able to sneak into a dry pair of pajamas and somehow fake the wet bed if he could get to the bathroom and get a glass of water and "accidentally" spill it on the bed. He went for it, but just as he was standing naked in front of the dresser looking for a dry pair of PJs David walked in, feigning ignorance, calling the boy to breakfast. David was as surprised to see Adam naked at the dresser as Adam was. The boy had not yet made any attempt to cover his "accident" and it was easy for them both to see what had happened. David looked at the soaked bed and then grabbed the wet pajamas from the floor. With a stern voice he said directly "I guess you better take a shower while I clean up in here." Adam understood, tears welling up, and walked directly out of the room to the bathroom and took a shower. In the meantime David was torn between masturbating and cleaning up. He had anticipated a possible bedwetting while the boy was in his care and knew the mattress he had bought was waterproof, but he wasn't about to let the boy know...not yet... As Adam showered his body he cried softly. As he washed his little penis he thought of the previous night and what fun they had had. Now he wondered if he would ever have fun with David again. Finishing up he dried himself off and walked back into the bedroom with just a towel around his waist. David was sitting on Adam's freshly made bed, looking less friendly than usual. Adam hung his head low, expecting the worst. With a solemn gesture David pulled the boy's chin up and looked him square in the eye and said "If you can tell me face to face that this was a very unlikely accident, I might be inclined to believe you. But if you can't, say so now or our relationship is over!" David's words hurt Adam. He didn't quite know how to interpret his voice or what it said, but after a slight pause he understood and admitted he had a bedwetting problem; hoping for understanding, anticipating the worst. David shook his head slowly as he thought, then said "Well, your mother might be happy cleaning up after you but I don't think I can handle it. I guess I'm going to have to take you home and forget about any more overnight stays..." Adam began crying softly, begging for mercy. But David continued "... unless you're willing to wear protection at night." Adam asked "Wh..what kind of protection?" David replied "Well what do you think? Diapers and rubber pants, of course! If you're willing to wear diapers I think we can work everything out just as we planed it, and I do want you to stay. You know that." Adam blushed all over as he listened to David. Shivering a little and with quivering voice he said "Will you promise not to tell anyone else about the diapers?" David assured him he would take every effort not to embarrass the boy by telling anyone he wore diapers and with that they shook hands on the deal. Yet Adam was still crying from his shame so David took the boy into his arms, letting the towel drop to the floor, and hugged and kissed him, making him feel much better in a short time. David picked up the towel and wiped away the boy's tears and then in good natured fun rough-dried his hair and body to get a smile back into him. Soon Adam was himself again, with his impish smile glowing as David ran the towel over the boy's genitals. That smile was indicative of the erection he had just acquired, much to David's amusement. He continued carefully drying these special parts saying "My, don't you get excited easily!" followed by a little giggle. Adam replied "Mommy calls it my 'little monkey' and says it means it'll make some woman real happy when I grow up, whatever that means...but only if I stop wetting my bed..." David continued his redundant drying of that "little monkey" saying "Adam, if you really want to learn to stop wetting your bed and are willing to try some experiments and exercises, even though they might be a little embarrassing or uncomfortable, I think I can help get you staying dry." With more tears on the verge of spilling Adam replied "I'll do ANYTHING if it might help...as long as it doesn't hurt too much. What kinds of things?" David replied "Well, I'll do a little research and see what we can come up with. First of all I think I should take a close look at your 'little monkey'. Do you mind?" The boy smiled and lay back on the bed with his legs parted and said, with some concern "Sure you can...do you think there's something wrong with it?" Like a jeweler inspecting a fine gem, David examined Adam's stiff little penis and scrotal sack. With mock concern he asked "Does this hurt or feel good?" as he gently stroked the boys perfectly formed, cleanly circumcised penis while softly fondling his balls. Adam giggled, saying "That feels GOOD!". So David increased the speed of his stroke to a masturbatory level and asked again, receiving the same, but more emphatic reply. Like a good doctor David said "Well let me know if starts to hurt or you want me to stop..." Adam thought to himself "Boy, this is a neat treatment. I hope it doesn't work too fast!" as he relaxed with his hands folded on the pillow behind his head. David continued his stroking, trying several approaches and tempi as Adam became more and more excited. Eventually Adam squeaked out "Oh, oh, I think something's happening! It hurts - no it feels GOOD! Eeeeee!" as David stroked the boy to his first, but totally dry, orgasm. When he sensed it was over he stroked the boys head, bent down and gave him a kiss and said "No, I think your penis is working just fine. The problem might be somewhere inside. I'll read about it and see what we can find. Now I want to get you dressed because you have to be at the "Y" soon and I have to go to work.", and with that he pulled out some underpants, socks, a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and dressed his little companion, fed him breakfast, and dropped him off at the "Y". All day long Adam kept thinking about the fun exercise David had given his "little monkey" that morning and couldn't wait for another one. All day long David thought up new ways of "exercising that little monkey"... At 3pm it was time to pick the boy up. Adam ran to David with a big smile and put his arm around the man's waist as the walked out of the "Y". Once in the car David said, in a slightly somber way, "I guess you know what we have to do now..." Adam replied hesitantly "ummm...no, what do we have to do?" David answered in almost a whisper "We have to get you some diapers, remember?" Adam blushed as he remembered his promise, but tried to argue "but maybe the exercise we did this morning cured me! Maybe if we do some more I won't need diapers!" David replied "Now be realistic, Adam. If these exercises work, it may take quite some time. No exercise works after one try, and most take many, many tries. Now are you going to give me a hard time about the diapers?" Adam realized he had no choice and reluctantly said "No. Were do we go to get them?" David had done some phoning around and had found a surgical supply store that stocked heavy cloth youth diapers and plastic panties which the sales clerk highly recommended for a chronic bedwetting child of Adam's age. So off the drove to get the boy outfitted. When they arrived Adam got cold feet. He gently pleaded not to have to go in the rather forbidding looking building, but David assured him that this was were everyone with his kind of problem went for diapers and that they were expecting them. So nervously they both entered the large store, passing by wheelchairs, portable toilets, crutches and many things too odd to describe. Finally they approached the counter and a middle aged woman with a white coat on came to them and asked what she could do for them. David recognized her voice from the phone call and explained that this was the boy with "the problem". With a familiar smile she sized him up and took them to an area that had all sorts of rubber sheets, disposable "adult diapers" (something Adam had never imagined they made), and plastic pants. She got a cloth measure and ran it once around his waist and to the boy's surprise she ran it from his bellybutton right through his legs and up to the small of his back while going over the details of the boy's wetting pattern with David. They quickly agreed he needed the "best" cloth youth diaper they had to offer and she pulled one out of a package and held it up for them to examine. It was thick and very soft. The woman assured them both that this was a very popular item and that it would keep the child dry all night without his needing to be changed in the middle of the night as would probably be necessary with disposables. David asked for 6 of them. Then they were shown some pull-up plastic pants that were full in the crotch and were told that these fit very well over the excellent diapers they had selected. David took 3 pairs. Adam remained speechless throughout, too embarrassed and entranced with the idea of wearing these things to make any comment. The bill came to just over $100 (including some complimentary diaper pins), which did catch Adam's ear. He thought to himself "One HUNDRED DOLLARS! Boy this bedwetting problem is expensive!" He felt a flush of shame at making David pay so much to keep him dry, but felt a sense of being loved as well. At home he was usually spanked and shamed for bedwetting. Diapers may be embarrassing but they were better than being whipped... Finally, with purchase in hand, they headed first to the pharmacy where David bought some assorted baby powders, oils and wipes, and then home. Once they got home David began preparing supper while Adam looked over the purchases they had made. He actually liked the feel of the thick, soft diapers and the smell of the plastic pants and baby powder. As they ate David asked the boy bluntly "Are you anxious to try them on?" And Adam responded without thinking "Sure!" (but then had second thoughts) "Well, maybe a little..." David then told him that he had done some reading on the subject of bedwetting and said he had found another exercise that might help if Adam was interested in trying it out. As the boy excitedly said "Yes!" he was cautioned that it might be a bit uncomfortable and embarrassing at first but as long as he relaxed it should not be bad. Adam was curious enough to agree to anything at this stage and after they ate and washed the dishes David took the boy into the bedroom and undressed him completely, the apprehension causing them both to become erect before the underpants came off the boy. David opened a desk drawer and removed a jar of Vasoline and a pair of latex gloves and put them on. Then he got the baby wipes ready. He got on his bed and told Adam to climb up over him with his rear end sticking up toward David's face. Adam was a little uncomfortable with this but did it without complaint. David took one of the baby-scented wipes out and cleaned the boys bottom carefully which got a little giggle out of him. Then he applied lots of Vasoline to one gloved finger of the right hand and two fingers of the left. He told Adam that for this exercise he had to try his best to relax his bottom; otherwise it would be uncomfortable. Gently David rubbed the little brown ring around the child's anus and when he felt the time was right he slipped his finger in up to the first joint and held it there and asked if it hurt. The boy said "A little bit..." With coaxing for relaxation David was soon able to get the finger all the way inside the boy's rectum. Then he began sliding it in and out, in and out while whispering sweet nothings in Adam's ear. He kept it up a while and then said "How about if I combine this exercise with the one we did this morning?" Adam shook his head up and down in approval, and with the Vasoline covered fingers of his left hand David began masturbating the boy with sensuous vigor while continuing to massage his rose bud. David's lust was at a peak as he stimulated the child to a wild frenzy, but regained enough composure to bring it to a close after several minutes. They both were exhausted and fell back on the bed. After a moments composure David exclaimed "I think a good bath would be appropriate about now, don't you? Will you join me?" Adam was slightly shocked by the suggestion and queried "You mean the two of us, together?" David shook his head affirmatively and Adam smiled his most impish grin as he watched his wonderful friend undress, revealing the adult erection and hair he had not seen before. When he was as naked as the child they grasped hands, walked to the bathroom and filled the tub. They climbed in together, Adam in David's lap. As David lathered his "little lovely's" body they talked about the day's events and what the future would bring. David washed the boy's hair, telling him that if they continued to work on the exercises he might be dry in "a few months"; Adam shivered at the thought... When Adam was clean David had him turn around and do the same to him. He felt so close to orgasm as the boy washed him, including his enraged penis, much to the child's animated amusement, that he had to force a pause now and then. Eventually they climbed out of the tub, dried each other off and brushed their teeth together in front of the full length mirror, both penises and minds in sync. By the time they returned to the bedroom it was almost 9PM. David looked at the boy and said "Well, it's time...", and started laying out the diapers and sundry items on his big bed as the boy watched in blushing anticipation. When David had everything laid out he took the boy's hand and helped him onto the bed, gently spreading his legs, admiring the staying power of his pre-teen penile prowess. First came the baby oil; he spread it all over the child's shivering loins, the coldness sending unknown shivers up Adam's spine as the initial baby odor ascended to his nose, filling the air and his mind as David lavished his genitals with the fragrant anointment. This he followed with some baby lotion, massaging it deeply into his loins, thighs and belly, tickling the youngster almost to a pissing frenzy. Finally he powdered the thick, 7-ply cotton diaper and guided Adam in lifting his bottom, then resting it squarely in place. With a sigh, David brought the diaper up, finally hiding the delicious boy's stiffy under the many absorbent layers. The plastic panties were last to come up Adam's legs, covering the diapers completely and securely. David asked "How does it feel?" Adam replied "It feels kinda...big, but it's soft. I guess it feels pretty good. I hope it keeps me dry." David took this opportunity to ask Adam just how often he actually wets the bed and with reluctance the boy said "I can hardly remember the times I've woken up dry..."; and with this David felt suddenly filled with warmth. He barely whispered "With a little fun and work we will watch the shape of things to come." Pulling pajamas out he dressed the well-diapered boy, and for the next hour they watched TV together. Eventually David felt a little sleepy and looked over at Adam and saw him deep asleep, so he gently picked the boy up and put him in David's big bed and slipped in beside him. Before turning out the light he had to feel the boy's diaper - there was some moisture there but he couldn't tell if he was wet yet. He was still so aroused that he could not resist taking the pair of Adam's underpants from the floor and engulfing his throbbing member, masturbating to a gut- churning orgasm as the boy slept deeply beside him. After cleaning the jism from his aching penis with the pants he tossed them back to the floor and drifted off to his own erotic sleep... The next morning David woke first and sneaked a feel under Adam's diapers. They were quite soaked, but feeling under his bottom he found everything nice and dry. He gently woke the boy who went through the same motions and then smiled up at David exclaiming "Oh, David!, It worked, didn't it? Your bed is dry but my diaper is soaked - and it feels pretty comfortable even so. I wish Mommy had let me wear diapers all along!" The man replied "If you want, I can talk to her and see if she would be willing to keep you in diapers at home, too." Adam replied "I don't know...I'll probably get laughed at and called 'BABY'..." "I think I can convince your mother to keep the kidding to a minimum. After all, most of your friends already know your a bedwetter, don't they?" The boy hung his head "Yea, and they tease me. I guess diapers can't make things much worse much, and they sure are more comfortable than sleeping in a cold, wet bed and getting the belt across my butt. Ok, will you talk to her about it?" "I will, and I'll even offer to pay for some more diapers for you to use at home. But the exercises we do here should be a private matter between us. Your mother might not understand. OK?" "Oh, don't worry! I know Mommy wouldn't want to know about those. There "personal", right?" David smiled and said "Yes, Adam, they are VERY personal, just between you and me; but if or when they start helping the problem won't Mommy be happy?" Adam grinned wide and said "She sure will be. Can we do some more this morning?" David said "No, I'll get this diaper off you and we can take a shower together, but then it's off to the "Y" for you and work for me." Standing the boy on the bed, David, with great languor, removed the boy's plastic panties and unpinned the soggy diaper, slipping it from between his tender white thighs. He tossed the wet thing into the hamper and they went to the bathroom and showered together in another erotic exchange of latherings. Then it was time for breakfast and off to the day's activities. During the course of the day David took the time to phone Adam's mother and report that they were having a wonderful time, remarking on how sweet a child he was, much to her surprise. "Are we talking about the same kid, here. The kid that can't sit still for a minute, the kid that pisses in his bed every night, who fights with his friends and gets into all kinds of trouble?" David replied "Yes, that same boy, but I think I've reached him in a way that would have been difficult from within his normal family structure. He's really acting very well. And about the bedwetting: I've found that he actually would prefer to wear a diaper to bed than to have to deal with all those punishments, as long as people don't make too much fun of it. He tried them last night and wants to keep wearing them if it's OK with you?" The woman was silent for a moment, then burst into a laugh "He WANTS to wear diapers? All this time I was on the verge of threatening him with diapers but thought it would be too severe. No you tell me he WANTS to wear them. Well, if that's the case I'd be GLAD to diaper him as long as he needs it. But where do I get diapers to fit a boy his age?" David replied "I'll take care of the diapers if you just keep the necessary powder and wipes available...and remember: no teasing him. If you treat the problem with dignity he'll probably start acting much more appropriately. And in the meantime I'll do all I can to help him to learn to stay dry." She sighed "Oh David, your a wonderful man. How can I ever thank you enough..." "Letting me help your son is all the thanks that are necessary. Well, we'll be seeing you in a couple days, and I'll have the diapers and plastic pants for him then. You keep him diapered during the week and I'll work with him on learning to stay dry on the weekends. See you soon." He sat back in his chair thinking up more "exercises" to try tonight. It wasn't hard...as he gently stroked his cock under his desk, his mind lost in fantasy... After David picked Adam up from the "Y" he took him to for a surprise trip to a nearby amusement park and treated him to lots of exciting rides, food and great fun. As it started to get dark they wrapped the day up and headed home. Adam was tired but very contented, feeling the generous warm glow of David's loving kindness. He had never known anyone as nice as David and hoped he'd never loose him as a friend. When they arrived home it was nearly bedtime. They both went to the bedroom and undressed as Adam asked excitedly "What exercises will we do tonight?" When they were both naked David said "Let's take a bath and I'll tell you about what I have planned." As they enjoyed the pleasures of mutual bathing David said "Well, our first exercise involved strengthening your penis by stroking it, and you liked that one, didn't you?" "I sure did!" "And then we used a gentle rectal massage to activate those internal glands, which was a little uncomfortable probably, but once you relaxed it seemed to be ok, right?" "Yea, it was pretty neat once I got used to it." "And then we combined that with the penis exercise which seemed to go pretty well." "I liked that the BEST! It was really GREAT! So what's next?" he chirped excitedly. "Well, let's finish our bath and get ready for bed and I'll show you how we can combine all those with another one I really think you'll like" he said as he slid his soapy hands all over the child's trembling, excited body, making sure that little penis was as hard as it could be (as well as his own, which Adam fully enjoyed washing as well). Soon they were dried off and back on the bed together. David got out one latex glove and the Vasoline and set up a lot of pillows at the head of the bed and lay back on them. He had Adam straddle his chest. As he inserted his finger into the boy's rectum, gently relaxing him, he told him that he had read about a special machine to help bedwetters that involved placing a rubber tube over the penis that created a variable suction effect. He said the drawbacks were that the machine had to be used several times a day, had to be monitored by someone else to prevent injury an cost about $500. Adam said "Eecks! I don't like that idea at all!". David replied "Well, if you'll let me, I think I can produce the same effect myself, along with the stroking and massaging exercises, all in one. Are you willing to give it try?" Adam grinned and said "Sure! Do it" David cautioned "Now if this hurts or makes you feel bad stop me, OK?" "OK!" David brought Adam up so his penis was now in front of his mouth. Continuing the anal massage he said almost in a whisper "Here goes..." and with that he engulfed the virgin erection into his mouth and began gently sucking on it with a stroking action applied by the light touch of his teeth. Adam let out a soft groan and David withdrew, asking "Does that hurt? I'll stop if you don't like it." Adam cried "NO! It feels wonderful! Do it! Do it!" It was David's clue to go for it and soon they were engaged in heavy erotic throws of ecstasy, rocking back and forth on the bed, moaning and groaning in glorious excitation. And eventually David felt those jerks and twinges in the child's body that told him the boy had had another orgasm and sighed only in that there was no love juice for him to drink - that would take another year or two. Then David took the boy off him and they lay beside each other on the bed and he asked the child if he thought the exercise was worth trying and if he would like to repeat it again tomorrow. Exhausted, Adam moaned "That was the best exercise in the WHOLE WORLD! I wish we could do that one every day!" David cautioned him that he had to remember these were exercises that only the two of them could do - he wasn't to talk about them or try them with anyone else, and the boy said he understood. In Adam's afterglow, David lay beside him, his left arm around the boys shoulders, his right hand gently stroking his aching penis. Soon Adam noticed this and said "I wish you were a bedwetter, too, so I could give you the same kind of exercises you give me. You can't imagine how good they feel!" Ahhh, David felt a shiver up his spine and replied "well...we could always PRETEND I still wet me bed, if you really want to..." Adam jumped up on his knees and said "OK, let's pretend. Which one should I do?" David said "Why don't you do the one with the mouth. But you should know that because I'm a grownup there will be some white stuff that will come out of my penis. It's nothing to be afraid of. In fact it's all protein and is really good for you, so don't be afraid about swallowing it." Adam said "OK. Let's go." He lowered his mouth the man's considerably larger penis (although it was no "Dillinger" by any means) and did his best to take it into his mouth. It felt a lot bigger in there than he had expected but he persevered and was soon giving David an excellent felatio. It did not take long for the boy to bring the man to the point of ejaculation and when it did occur David used every muscle in his body to shoot a tremendous load into the little boy's mouth and all over his face and chest, catching the youngster by surprise. But he quickly began licking it up and swallowing the nourishing protein as he squeezed every last drop from David's loins. After a brief pause Adam looked up and asked meekly "Did I do it right?" David pulled him close to him and kissed his wet face several times assuring him he was a fine "exerciser" in every way. Then with a baby wipe he cleaned the remaining semen off both their bodies and had Adam get into diapering position, which he gladly did. When at last the plastic panties were in place the were both ready for sleep and the light went out. The next day was Sunday, their last day together for this week. It was rainy and after getting Adam's once again soaking wet diaper off him and properly bathed, they spent the day mostly playing with David's computer. Adam watched as David drew several pictures of the boy. Then he showed him some other pictures that excited the boy even more. As the time approached for David to return the boy home to his mother Adam asked if they could have one more exercise period. David could not resist and this time they gave each other the same exercise they had done the night before, simultaneously. It was the most rewarding experience of all. As Adam packed up his clothes and new set of diapers and plastic panties he felt he just couldn't wait until next weekend, nor could David. When David dropped him off at his house he showed his mother his diapers and then told Adam to be a good boy and he would be by to pick him up on Friday. With a hug and a kiss David left the boy with his mother who was to soon notice a great change for the better in her son's behaviour as well as a certain sense of entertainment in diapering him at night. David left knowing this had been the start of a great relationship...and it had only just begun...