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Billy sucked in a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut as if he didn’t want me to say the word.
“Billy.” I said his name softly at first, but when he didn’t relax, I used a firmer tone. “Billy, please look at me.”
He pursed his lips together but opened his eyes and met my gaze. “I didn’t want anyone to find out.”
“I can respect that, baby.” I rested my hands on both of his shoulders and then slid them up his neck until I was cradling his head. “And I’m so sorry I came in without knocking first. That was my mistake, and I promise never to do that again. But it happened, and now that I know you need help, I’d like to help you.”
“Are you…” He bit his lip and looked away. “A Daddy? Like Tony and Harris.”
A flood of relief that he was familiar with the Daddy/boy dynamic filled me. At least he had some frame of reference for what I was about to do. “Yes, I am. I guess you’ve talked to Jesse and Jason about their relationships?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know they have Daddies and are good boys.” He grinned shyly. “Well, Jason isn’t always good, but Tony loves him even when he’s a brat.”
“Yes, he does.” I exhaled and nodded, happy that he had people to talk to. “Have you talked to them about your interest in their relationships?”
“No!” Billy pulled away for a second and then relaxed. “I mean, they know I’m jealous of them. And they’ve teased me about having a crush on you, but I knew you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. Especially with my…problem.” He pointed to his crotch and the still-hidden diaper.
Considering I’d just told him we would have a deeper conversation tomorrow, I wanted to pull back a bit and give us both some time to process before going any further. “First of all, I don’t consider anything I’ve learned tonight to be a problem. Second of all, I’m somewhat of an expert at making diapers fit comfortably, so if you’re okay with letting me help you, I’d like to do so.”
Billy took a deep breath and then released the sleeping bag he’d been clutching tightly around his body. His eyes drifted closed but without as much discomfort as they did earlier. That was progress as far as I was concerned.
“How about you lie back so we can get you comfy.” I gently pressed his shoulder back until he was lying on the mattress. Then, in a fairly clinical manner without any hint of sexual or inappropriate interest, I fastened both sides of his diaper and carefully ran my finger along the inner elastic that lined both legs to make sure the seal was tight.
Billy’s cock twitched slightly, but I ignored the movement and then reached down for his pajama pants.
“Lift your bottom.” I tugged his pants all the way up to his waist and then smoothed down his shirt as he relaxed back onto the mattress. “Do you have any other comfort items you sleep with? A stuffie maybe?”
He bit his lip and glanced at the backpack beside the side table. “I have a blanket that my mom made when I was a baby.”
“Okay.” I placed my hand on his and gave it a squeeze. “Can I get that for you?”
“It’s in my backpack.” He scooted up to the middle of the bed and wrapped the sleeping bag around his body so he was cocooned in it.
I found the small blanket buried under his clothes and brought it back to him. “Is there anything else I can get for you? Do you need some water?”
“No, thank you.” Billy tucked the blanket under his chin and held both ends of the sleeping bag tightly around him. “But if you’d like to stay for a while, that’s okay with me. You don’t have to…but I might fall asleep faster if you do.”
That was music to my ears. “Then I’d be happy to sit with you. But do you mind if I go up and grab Kona? She’s probably wondering where I disappeared to.”
“Yes, please!” He finally perked up, like that was exactly what he was waiting for. “Kona can sleep with me.” And then he slipped his thumb into his mouth and closed his eyes.
It was nice to see a smile on his face…and even cuter around his thumb. After the highs and lows he’d just experienced, I’d give just about anything to make him smile, including my dog for the night.
EIGHT
BILLY
When I woke up the next morning, I expected to feel the intense weight of my shame again. But it wasn’t there. What was there…was Kona.
Axel left his dog with me so I would sleep better.
And when I poked at the front of my pants, I realized it was dry. I didn’t wet the bed. Kona had cured me. Or maybe it was Axel.
Probably both.
Kona woke up and began licking my face, ready to go potty and have her breakfast.
“Okay, girl. Let me get dressed and we’ll go out.” It was a lot easier to take the diaper off when it was dry, so I quickly shrugged out of it and slipped on a pair of regular boxes then balled up the diaper as tightly as I could before hiding it inside a dark green dog poop bag and then slipping into the trash.
