A Walk in the Park
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THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREME EXAMPLES OF RAUNCH, PISS, SCAT, SCAT PLAY, DIAPERS, INTENSE SEXUAL SITUATIONS, FOUL LANGUAGE AND ACTS THAT MAY BE IN VOILATION OF CERTAIN OBSINITY LAWS APPLICABLE TO CITIZENS OR PERSONS RESIDING IN YOUR COUNTRY, STATE, DISTRIC, OR TERRITORY. IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO READ THIS STORY HOPING FOR THE DEPICTION OF SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN ADULTS AND THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY SUCH CONTENT. ALSO, ANY NAMES, AREA’S OF RESIDENCE, PLACES OF BUSINESS, PLACES OWNED BY ANY PRIVATE CITIZEN, OR BELONGING TO LOCAL, STATE, OR GOVERNMENT ENTITY, ROADS, STREETS, HIGHWAYS, AND MUNICIPALITIES ARE STRICTLY FICTICIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY BETWEEN ANY REAL-LIFE EXAMPLES OF ANYTHING AFORMENTIONED IS PURELY COINCODENTAL! ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NOT AN ENGLISH MAJOR, AND DUE TO THE SUBJECT MATTER, THIS WILL NOT HAVE BEEN EDITIED BY ANYONE OTHER THAN MYSELF. SO, PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THERE WILL BE AN OCCASIONAL SPELLING OR GRAMATICAL ERROR! BY CONTINUING TO READ ONWARD, YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE DOING SO OF YOUR OWN FREE WILL AND ARE NOT BEING FORCED TO READ THE FOLLOWING IN ANY MANNER!
THE MAIN CHARACTER’S NAME IS GAVIN. I AM NOT GAVIN, AND THIS STORY DOES NOT NECESSARILY DEPICT ANY SITUATIONS I HAVE EVER PERSONALLY BEEN A PART OF!
I’m Gavin, but my friends call me Gav. I’m 26 and I live just outside of Orlando Florida in a small trailer with my closet boyfriend Chad and his younger brother Andi. Chad and his brother moved in with me a few years ago after Chad had a pretty fucked up falling out with his parents. Both he and his younger brother Andi grew up in a textbook example of a broken poverty-stricken home. Their parents both worked shitty dead-end jobs and hardly ever saw each other, let alone their kids. Chad says he can’t remember a time when his father ever didn’t come home drunk off his ass and in a violent or combative mood. He would either come home head straight to his bedroom puke in the corner and pass out until he had to wake up for work; if he woke up for work, or his mother would be home early and they would fight, usually leading to him beating her until she was black, blue, and sometimes bloody. When they were younger Chad and his brother knew better than to get in the middle of their parents, so they would often go and spend the night at their neighbor’s house. I guess it must have been a frequent thing because they told me their neighbors had gone so far as to make up space for them in their spare room.
Chad never really told me what all happened the night he left, but I have a feeling it was primarily to do with the fact that he had been outed for meeting up with a couple of random guys and letting them fuck him under the stall at the old abandoned drive-in theater. Apparently at the time he was dating some girl named Ellen to keep up appearances, and she got suspicious after finding a large amount of gay porn hidden on his laptop. So she followed him. Either way, out of spite, the bitch blabbed what she saw all over town, and he left the same night his parents got a call from the pastor at their church. He drove all night, moved in with me the next day, and went back to get his brother that next weekend.
As for me, my parents kicked my ass out the night I came home with my then boyfriend Nick. In all honesty, it was really my own damn fault. See I was nineteen and had only told them the person I was dating was Nikki, that part wasn’t a lie, Nick went by Nikki; what I had neglected to tell them was that Nikki was actually a twenty-year-old tall, skinny, blond pretty-boy. He was a miserable kisser, but my god was his cock fucking beautiful. It was about eleven inches long and almost two and a half inches thick. Jesus, I can still remember the first time I took all of him. He stretched my ass beyond anything I had ever thought possible, and left me dripping a massive amount of warm salty boy nectar.
Contrary to what you might think, there really wasn’t a lot of screaming and yelling the night my parents kicked me out; and I think I almost would have preferred that rather than the flood of tears and the seemingly endless religious lecture I got. My parents, like Chad and Andi’s were faithful to a tee, and as you might have guessed, would never have been able to not disown anyone who might be even the slightest bit gay. That’s really the main reason that I broke away from our church when I was much younger. I knew what I was, a horny, cock loving, jizz-addicted faggot, but there was no fucking way I could risk my parents finding out. I guess that’s why I was so surprised with myself when I brought Nick home to meet them. The implication was pretty clear, and it wasn’t as if he and I made any effort to hide the fact that we had feelings for each other. Was I so “in love” that I thought maybe they’d be okay with it in some sort of weird way? Either way, it didn’t go well, and they made me pack my stuff that night and leave. It didn’t end there though. Nick helped me pack my stuff and we went to his place. However, the sheep didn’t stray far from the flock, so I’m pretty sure you can guess how that turned out. Having no where else to go, we pooled what money we had, and got a motel room in the next town over.
Fortunately for the two of us we were both out of high school, and while our jobs were shitty and consisted of basically kissing ass all day, they paid well. Well enough for us to pack up once again and move down to Florida that next summer. Even though the jobs we got down there paid less, the trailer we were able to rent was a huge improvement over the small motel room we had rented for the eleven months. We got a cozy unit at the very back of the park, and it had its own parking port unlike the other units that only had street parking. Being in the back of the park had several benefits, it was much quieter, and the fact that it was surrounded by trees and was further away from the others, meant we could live our lives without the prying eyes of our idiot neighbors.
Nick and I lived together for a few years, but our time together came to an abrupt and jarring end. It all started the first day I found out he had gone to some underground party and had gotten insanely fucked up on pcp or some shit. He and I had never been against the occasional use of ecstasy or poppers, however I had seen what harder shit had done to past friends of mine. It was never good, and I had told him that if he ever went down that road, we would have to go our separate ways. Nick apologized over and over, insisting it wouldn’t happen again, and when he flashed those big, beautiful, blue puppy dog eyes, I believed him. It seemed like every time I looked into those blue eyes of his, I was a total goner; and he knew it too. Fast forward a few months later, and I got a phone call from the sheriff. It was about Nick. He had been in a car accident with a “friend” of his while driving under the influence of God knows what. He noted that their injuries weren’t serious, and that they would be released on bail following their discharge from the hospital. That was IF they could afford it. Naturally, Nick asked if I would pay it. However, I didn’t have that kind of money saved up, and even if I had, why would I bail him and his prostitute friend out? How stupid did he think I was? Long story short, they got their asses locked up; and I never saw him again.
Thankfully, the lease for the trailer was in my name, and I was able to afford the rent myself; so even though I may have lost the love of my life, I wasn’t going to lose my home. Having the place to myself was lonely as fuck and in all honesty I jacked off way too often, but it was kind of nice. It was nice not to have to share a bathroom with anyone, and it was nice not having to set an alarm around someone else so I could shower before leaving for work, but most of all, it was nice being able to get back to my little side. Since I can remember I have always loved wearing and using diapers. I wet the bed until I was in my teens, so I was never a stranger to diapers, and during all my years of wearing them, I grew to love them. They were a source of safety and security, and during the day they allowed me to avoid the horrors of public bathrooms; until I had to change of course. My parents tried everything to get me to stop wetting the bed. I saw tons of doctors, took a shit-load of different meds, and even saw a therapist. Even though I eventually grew out of wetting the bed, I never told my parents, so the fact that I was ordering and wearing diapers at age eighteen wasn’t abnormal. I even fooled Nick into thinking I still wet the bed, and I did, just not naturally. See what I would do was instead of getting up to take a piss during the night since I was already wearing a diaper, was just piss in my diaper and fall back to sleep. I think I slept better because of it, but I can’t ever be sure. The fact of the matter was that I loved diapers and everything about them, and I knew I never wanted to give them up.
It wasn’t until I was on my own that I really got into diapers. Being alone at home allowed me to piss and shit my diapers just like I had always fantasized about, and it was fucking amazing. First I would eat a large meal, place two or three suppositories deep inside my hole, and take a large dose of powerful laxatives. Then I would layer and tape four or five disposable diapers together, cutting slits to let the piss flow through one to the next. Then I would lay in bed and wait. I’d wait until I felt the urge to piss become stronger and stronger until I would let loose a massive stream of hot fresh stinky piss. It would flow into my diapers filling one after the other. I would feel my padding become thicker and thicker as more and more piss filled my diapers, causing my rock hard pulsating cock to be pressed up against the front of my diapers. Then I would start humping the bed in my wet diapers knowing full well that with each passing moment I was getting closer and closer to an incredible release. Then all of a sudden, I would feel a gurgle in my stomach, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. Pressure would build up in my stomach as I continued humping the bed in my now soaking wet padding. Loud smelly farts would begin to escape from my ass. Then the pressure would become too great, and I would start pushing, all while my throbbing cock moved up and down inside its padded prison. My efforts would quickly pay off as a massive load of warm, squishy, stinky shit would push its way out my sphincter and into the seat of my diapers. I would feel it spread all the way up and down my ass cheeks, spreading all the way up my crack, and rising up past my scrotum submerging my balls and my penis in a thick, sloppy, smelly mess of shit. As I would continue to hump the bed in my piss and shit filled diapers, the mess would continue to move, sometimes leaking out of my diapers into my plastic pants and would carry me closer and closer towards sweet milky release. As my pelvic thrusting would become more and more vigorous, I would be able to feel myself racing towards climax, and then with the next thrust of my shit-submerged dick inside my diapers it would happen. A huge milky load of cum would spring from my cock into the mess that filled my diapers, taking both my breath, and all my cares in the world with it. Once my throbbing cock settled down, I’d finally relax in my mess, and then begin gently humping the bed, continuing to spread the mess all over my ass and my crotch. I found this to be incredibly relaxing and would usually fall asleep shortly after.
Mornings were equally as fun. On days when I didn’t have to work, I would wake up to the overwhelming smell of piss and shit filling my nostrils. Since I had tossed and turned during the night, my cock, balls, and ass cheeks would be even more covered in piss and shit than they had been the night before. Sometimes, shit would even have overflowed into my plastic pants. It was an amazing feeling, which, was almost always accompanied by a throbbing morning erection. Now. I have never been one to let a throbbing cock go to waste, so I would roll over, un-tape my layered diapers, and play..
As I would open my diapers revealing the extraordinary mess inside them, the smell of piss and shit would intensify ten-thousand-fold. I would breathe in deeply, allowing it to fill not just my nostrils, but my lungs. It was heavenly, and incredibly intoxicating; the smell alone made my cock swell even more. Laying on my back, my shit covered cock would stick straight up, allowing me to create a geyser of piss as I would let lose my morning stream. Sometimes I would try to piss slowly so it mixed with the shit in my diapers and on my body, making it squishy and easier to play with; and sometimes I would piss with force allowing it to land wherever it wanted. After that, I would relax and let my ass expel another load of warm, squishy, stinky shit. It would fill the open diaper, sometimes spilling onto my bed sheets; but I didn’t care. Once I had finished, I would pull my now overloaded diapers back up against my crotch, letting my now mixed shit, old and new, caress my crotch until it leaked from all sides. After that I would begin to smear it all over my body, while jacking myself off with my stinky load, before sitting up in bed on my knees, sliding the diaper up onto my pillow, shooting a massive burst of warm cum into it, and diving face first, with my mouth open into my huge pile of warm stinking shit. Breakfast was served.
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