MY FRIEND’S FETISH

So, this past New Years Eve I was at my friend Shawn’s apartment. I was only underdressed. Yes, he knows all about me.

But there was something a little off. I couldn’t put my finger on what, but there was a strange kind of feeling. Then…I knew why.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” he said. “Sure, you can tell me anything.” I said.

”But…. it’s something I like that other people think is crazy, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

At this point my mind was going crazy with thoughts of what this cute boy wanted to tell me. Because of who I am, I naturally assumed it had to do with women’s clothes, or SOMETHING of that area. I was actually getting excited and impatient. I mean, I know what it’s like to have a secret, and I know what it’s like to want…no, need to tell someone. So, I tried to reassure him.

”Shawn, I hope you know you can tell me anything. I would never laugh at you, or stop being your friend. Whatever it is is something cool about you that you’re sharing with me. My. Glossy lips are sealed, Shawn baby.”

Shawn stood up. He was dressed in Nike track pants and a T-shirt. He reached down and told me to close my eyes. I did, and I didn’t cheat because I could tell how important to Shawn this was.

“You can open your eyes now, Cor.” I could hear the nervousness in his voice. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting what I saw. He was naked except for one thing. He had a diaper on. And a baby diaper at that. It had baby blocks on it. It was plastic, with four tapes securing it on my friend.

i couldn’t help it. I said “Wow. That’s….”

”Weird,” Shawn finished.

”I didn’t say that. Here. Sit down” Shawn slowly sat and the crackle of the diaper was pretty loud. Now, I’d been aware of this fetish, but Shawn didn’t know that. I moved over to Shawn and put his head in my lap, so he could see my face. Already, I could sense a bit of relief in his whole body.

”Shawn, baby,” I said. “I understand. You’re an adult baby. And you know what? I think you look cute as heck.” Shawn smiled for the first time in a while.

”You don’t think I’m a freak.” He asked quietly.

”Nope. I think you’re still my friend Shawn. And that you showed me your little side makes me feel so proud of my little Shawny.”

He smiled and blushed, trying to hide his head in my arms. I thought his embarrassment was really cute. Really, Shawn is younger than me and even though I think he’s gay, he’s a total cutie. This side of him makes him seem somehow even cuter to me.

He put on a onesie, which I snapped over his diaper,then he put on his track pants. Since he had been wearing this diaper all night, I was surprised at how puffy it made his butt look, and why didn’t I notice that?

Shawn and I spent the rest of the night with him lying down with his head in my lap. I was stroking and playing with his longish dirty brown hair. I could tell Shawn loved this.

I let him tell me what I thought he needed to tell someone. How he discovered he was an adult or teen baby and the first time he put a diaper on, how it just felt right.

I comforted him and tried to. Be the best friend I could be. I’m not too sure how this is going to change our relationship, if at all. But I’m fairly certain Shawn sees me in a different way since that night. He seems kind of shy around me since, and I can’t help feel he’s no longer 22, but he’s like 3. He’s just a kid. A kid I love. And since he only wets the diaper, I don’t even mind changing him which I could tell, he LOVED.

We all have certain bents or kinks. Shawn’s isn’t a usual one but it’s not UNusual, and doesn’t change the fact that he’s still Shawn and I still love him to death.

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