The Making of a Slave - 3. The Sleepover

One positive development from my secret being revealed to Zack is that now I can have a sleepover - something I’d been previously avoiding. The first opportunity for that came a few weeks after the start of summer vacation. Zack called and suggested going in my pool. You might think that Zack was very forward about inviting himself over to my house or pool, and you’d probably be right, but his house wasn’t a good place to hang out. It was much smaller than mine and had almost no backyard. Also, his brother Trevor has Autism Spectrum Disorder and after his father died, his grandparents moved in to watch over him while his mom went back to work. Trevor could function pretty well, just below the Sam Gardner level, but he did need some help.

Anyway, I thought this would be a good chance to see if Zack would sleepover. I asked and he accepted. I felt excited and nervous at the same time. From our conversation the night he found out, I sensed that he was a bit put off by my wetting and I guess it’s understandable where he’d be repulsed by pee, but it was good to know that wasn’t enough to make him decline my invitation. I made a mental note to be extra aware of anything related to my bedwetting that could gross him out.

Zack was very much a clean freak and borderline germaphobe - which is another thing we have in common. Zack took it a step further than me. We both washed our hands frequently but he would always rinse off in the shower after going in the pool - which I never did.

I asked my mom to confirm it was OK for Zack to sleep over.

She took on a puzzled look and asked, “what about the diapers?”

“Oh,” I replied, “He knows. So do Mark’s friends. They found out a few weeks ago.”

“The did? And how did that go?”

“It’s fine,” I replied.

“Are you sure it’s fine? Are you concerned about them spreading it to others?”

“I’m pretty sure they won’t,” I said, sounding only partially confident.

“Well, OK,” she replied. “He can sleep over, but be careful. Oh and Mark’s friends are sleeping over tonight too so you two can stay with them in the basement or sleep in your room.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said with a smile. I was surprised she was offering Zack to stay in my room. She did not usually allow friends in our rooms and this would be the first time for me.

Zack arrived just after noon and we went to put his overnight bag in my room. Stepping in he said, “Wow, this is a big room.”

It was pretty big. My father was an architect and he built the house and designed a room for each of us which were exactly the same size. My room and Mark’s were connected by a bathroom with three entrances. Each of our rooms had a door to the bathroom and there was a hallway entrance. Peter had the same set up except the room connected to him was an office.

“Oh my God, that bed is HUGE,” he said.

“Well, it’s actually two single beds put together with a big mattress,” I replied. “Me and Mark did that, Peter still has his bunked.

“Wow!”

“So you want to go in the pool, now?” I asked.

“Yep, definitely,” he said as he pulled a bathing suit out of his bag. Without hesitation he stepped out of his flip flops then dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. He quickly pulled his bathing suit on but I was surprised at how freely he got naked in front of me. I was only able to get a quick glance but saw his dick was circumcised and bigger than mine. He had light color pubes around the base of his dick, similar to the amount I had and was otherwise hairless.

I went to the bathroom to change and we went down and out the back to the pool. Peter, Mark, Brent and Dylan were already there and my mom put pizza on the table for lunch. I felt a sense of awkwardness being it was the first time I had seen Brent and Dylan since the butt facing. It reminded me of the feeling of seeing my cousins that Christmas after being de-pantsed. I was glancing at Zack to see if there were any looks or signals being sent between him and Mark's friends. I didn’t notice anything and once we started eating and talking the awkwardness faded.

The six of us spent hours in the pool splashing around and playing pool games. There was nothing out of the ordinary and Zack was his usual unbashful self. He asked me to do things like get him a clean towel and put his wet one over the railing to dry. He had me go inside to get more ice and bring out more snacks. At one point he asked me to move over to a chair so he could lay out on the lounge.

Zack had a very subtle way about him. It went by as unnoticeable but he had a way to have others, especially me, do things for him. I wondered if there was any intent in his actions or if that’s just his personality. It seemed more directed at me but was that just my perception? Was it because we’re good friends and he felt even more comfortable with me or was he pushing to see how far he could get? Did seeing what Mark’s friends had done to me affect anything? Of course, in every case, without any questions or complaints, I complied with his requests. To be fair he would do the same for me except that I almost never asked.

We were still outside in our bathing suits when it came time for dinner and my mom served us all again. We had barbecued chicken and corn. When done, everyone gathered up their used plates, bones and cobs and threw them in a big garbage bin. Zack started to do the same. I was already standing and noticed he was about to get up but without saying anything I picked up his mess along with mine and threw it out. He wasn’t going to ask but I did it anyway and I’m not sure why I did.

“Thanks, Andrew,” he said.

After dinner we all went back inside and hung out in the basement together with my brother and his friends just talking, playing games and watching TV. Everyone got along well and we stayed down there for hours. When Mark’s friends started going into their sleeping bags, Zack and I went up to my room.

It was too early to get ready for bed so we started playing Sporcle on my computer (yea, I know, we’re nerds!). I was a faster typer so he’d call answers out and I’d type them in and also type in when I knew the answers myself. We played for about an hour, while still in our now dry bathing suits, and then just started talking.

Zack began, “Has anything else come up with what Dylan did to you? Like did Mark or anybody else find out?”

“No, not since that night, nothing has been said about it as far as I know. Why? Did they say anything to you?”

“No, nothing. I guess your apology worked.”

“Yea, I guess so,” I replied.

“Have you thought about it anymore?” He asked. “Are you OK with it?”

“Yea, I’m over it,” I replied. “I mean - it was gross but I washed right after so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Have you thought about what it felt like for them doing it to you, particularly Dylan?” He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “No, not really. I suppose they felt they were getting me back for being a dick. Why, what do you think?”

“Well, yea, it was pay back,” he replied. “But I really wonder what it felt like for him to actually do it. His butt, like his dirtiest part, on your face. Like, was it exciting for him?”

I replied, “I haven’t really thought much about it, but he must have thought it was fun. Fun for him but gross for me.”

“Yea, it definitely looked that way. He was having fun and it probably felt powerful.”

“Well,” I replied, “probably the opposite of what I felt.”

“Yea, true,” he chuckled. There was an awkward pause and a silence and then Zack said, “Andrew, I’m going to ask you a question, and if the answer is no, then fine, no big deal.”

“OK,” I said in a questioning, curious tone.

“Would you let me do it to you?” He asked.

“Seriously, are you friggin kidding me?” I exclaimed.

“OK, OK,” he replied. “I just thought I’d ask, no worries.”

Pushing back a little I said, “Why would you even ask something like that?”

“I don’t know, He replied. I mean, I figured you’d say no but it’s been on my mind since i saw it. I’ve been thinking about what made him even think to do that and what it felt like and how I’d like to know what it feels like too.”

I listened quietly as he continued, “It’s not something I would do to someone but then I thought, you’ve already had it done to you so what would be the big deal if it happened again. Like I said, I just thought I’d ask.”

“What would be the big deal?” I repeated. “It’s gross!”

“I know it's gross, but you dealt with it once so I figured… ah forget it. I’m sorry I asked,” he said, chuckling.

“Would you let someone do it to you?” I asked.

“No,” he replied, “but it hasn't already been done to me.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked.

“I don’t know, like twice,” he responded. “I thought about it the night it happened and then seeing Dylan today made me think about it again.”

He came off sounding very frank and honest. He was just laying his cards out on the table and seeing what would transpire and ready to accept whatever outcome. This was vintage Zack.
He smiled and continued, in a half laugh, “Just think, it could have given you something to compare it to.”

“Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” I replied.

Zack quickly sensed the change in my tone. His face went from smiling acceptance of a no answer to a serious glimmer of hope.

Without any prodding, I gave in. “Ugh, fine, just do it quickly.”

“Wait,” he said. “Are you sure? I want to try it but don’t want you to regret it either. Are you really sure?”

“You better do it quick before I change my mind,” I replied.

“OK, good, just lie on the floor”, he replied, taking my advice to act quickly.

“Should I close my eyes?” I asked.

“That’s up to you. Did you have them closed for Dylan?’

“Mostly,” I replied.

“Maybe you should keep them open so you can see what it looks like, but it’s totally up to you.”

Without wasting another second, he walked over to where I was lying on the floor, slid down his bathing suit and squatted. Just like Dylan, his first move was to balance himself with one hand on the floor. Then he moved and positioned himself on my face. I felt the same warm wetness that I felt with Dylan. The smell was also the same as Dylan, a distinct yet indescribable scent but not what you’d expect. He stayed still for a second letting his hole settle on my nose then started moving back and forth smearing and running his crack up and down my nose. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes as he moved.

Just before I started to regret agreeing to let him do it he lifted off me. He got up and slid his bathing suit back on. There was a quiet moment broken by the sound of him taking a deep breath. “Wow,” he said, “that was intense.”

“Really,” I asked, “in what way?”

“I don’t know, it was like a rush feeling.”

“A rush?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom to wash my face.

“Yea, I guess so. It’s hard to describe. How did you feel?”

“It was mostly just gross,” I replied as I came out drying my face with a towel.

“Yea, I imagine it is nasty,” he said with a chuckle. “Was it the same as with Dylan?”

“Well,” I replied, “Dylan was on and off me in a second. You stayed on a bit longer and made it grosser but otherwise it was the same. It’s a weird feeling that lingers.”

“I could actually feel your nose and lips on my butt,” he replied.

“Yea, I felt you move around,” I said.

He replied, “Hey, thanks for letting me try it.”

I glanced down and noticed that he had gotten an erection. I wondered if that’s what he meant by feeling a rush. I asked, “It looks like your dick got hard. Was that from sitting on me?”

He looked down and said, “Holy shit, I didn’t even realize that happened! That happens to me from time to time.”

“Yea, I get that too,” I said. “It happens in school sometimes.”

“Yea, I have gotten them in school too.”

“Do you ever, um, you know, do it?” I asked.

“Do what?” He replied.

“You know,” I said, “play with it, jerk off.”

“Maybe”, he replied. “Do you?”

“Sometimes,” I said.

“Me too,” he admitted. “When do you do it?”

“Usually in bed at night,” I replied. “I start rubbing in my diaper until it gets hard then take it out.”

“Cool,” he said. Then asked, “how do you do it?.”

I replied, “I don’t know, I just lay down and start rubbing it through my diaper. Then when it gets hard I slide the diaper down, grab it and start jerking it until it shoots.”

I make a fist and move it up and down and say laughingly, “like this.”

Zack chuckled and nodded and asked “Do you let it shoot into your diaper?”

“No,” I replied. “Usually I put a tissue under my dick and it falls on there. It’s not a lot that comes out but it feels amazing. How about you?”

“Pretty much the same except minus the diaper,” he said then laughed.

Changing subjects, he said, “I’m getting tired, we should get ready for bed.”

I realized Mark was going to be sleeping in the basement so his room and bed would be available. I said, “OK. If you want, you can sleep in Mark's room.”

We walked through the bathroom to Mark’s room and I flipped on the light. Unlike me. Mark is not a clean freak - he’s quite the opposite. His room was always messy and this time messier than most. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and there were plates and cups on the desk.

Zack took a long look around before saying, “na, I’ll stay in your room.”

“OK,” I replied, “no problem.”

While still thinking, he said, “I guess your bed is big enough for the two of us. I’ve never slept in a bed as big as that. It would be cool.” He paused, “Umm, do you think you could change the sheets and pillow cases?”

I should have expected he’d ask that and I understood why he would. I thought it would be exciting to sleep in the same bed with him and I wanted to make it work. I paused and then said, “There are extra sheets in my bottom drawer but how would I do it without my mom knowing.”

“Easy,” he replied. “Just change them back in the morning. Put the old ones back on and the new ones back in the drawer.”

I shrugged and said, “OK, that makes sense.”

I pulled out the clean sheets and Zack helped me change them. I put the old ones in a pile on the floor. With the sheets off the bed, the plastic mattress cover became visible. I was about to cover it with the new sheet when he said, “Can you wipe down the mattress cover?”

“OK,” I said as I went to get cleaner from the bathroom. I sprayed down the mattress cover and wiped it and put the new sheets on. I could see Zack was still thinking though.

He asked, “What if you pee and the diaper leaks?”
“That doesn’t really happen,” I replied.

“Never?” He quipped.

I shot back, “very very rarely.”

He shot back, “that just means it can happen.”

I was about to reply but with a dejected look on his face he said, “I think I’ll just go on the floor in my sleeping bag.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yea, It’s cool.”

“Wait,” I said. “If you want, I’ll get a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor and you can use my bed.”

“For real?” He asked.

“Yea.”

He reached out and fist bumped me and said “awesome, thanks! I’m going to take a shower.”

“OK,” I replied. “I take mine in the morning.”

Right in front of me he let his bathing suit drop to the floor and he stepped out of it. He stood there naked while he went into his overnight bag to fish out a pair of underwear and sleep shorts. I got a better look at him than I did this morning. He had a swimmer's body. I got a quick look at his butt. I tried to keep my eyes looking down so as not to gawk so I ended up getting a real good look at his feet. His toes were long and perfectly straight and I watched from behind as he walked into the bathroom to shower.

In the meantime I went downstairs to the basement and brought up a sleeping bag.

When I got back he was already out of the shower and in his pajamas.

I said, “OK, let me change for bed, I’ll be right back.”

“Why don’t you change right here?” he asked.

“I don’t like doing that,” I replied.

“What are you afraid of?” He asked. “We both have penises and I just changed in front of you. I already know you wear diapers, I just want to see how you put it on.”

“OK,” I said, “I guess so.” I went over to my closet and pulled out a pull up. I faced away from him and dropped my bathing suit.

Before I could slide on the pull up he said, “C’mon, turn around.”

I did as he said, slowly turning around and dropping my hands to my side. It felt weird exposing myself to him but it wasn’t a bad feeling. He took a long slow look up and down my body. I waited a few seconds then put the diaper on. He walked over to me and looked at the diaper on me and reached out to touch it. “It’s pretty much just like underwear,” I said.

“Other than the racing car designs on them,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yea, good point,” I said laughing along with him.

We talked a bit more, then both went into the bathroom to brush our teeth. While in there I washed my face a few times and Zack said laughing, “Still trying to wash my ass off your face?”

I laughed along with him and we walked back into my room and went to sleep.

The next morning when I woke, he was already sitting up on my bed. I got up off the mattress and said, “I’m going to get out of this diaper, be right back.”

“Hold on a second,” he said. “Can you take off your shorts so I see what it looks like after it’s peed in?”

I exhaled but did what he said. I slid off my shorts exposing my wet diaper.

He looked at it from the front for a few seconds and said, “You can see the change in color, you can see the yellow. Turn around.”

I turned and leaned over a bit. I felt a little self conscious being inspected like that but it didn’t last long.

“Yep,” he said, “You can see where the piss ends. The bottom is soaked.”

“Can I change now?” I asked sarcastically.

“Don’t forget to put your old sheets back and put these away.”

“OK, good idea,” I replied with a chuckle.

After I finished changing the sheets, I went back and took off my diaper and took a quick shower. When I came back out, Zack was dressed, packed up and ready to go home. My mom insisted that he stay for breakfast but he left right after that.

He thanked my mom and I walked him out the door. He said, “Thanks for inviting me Andrew, it was a lot of fun and I hope we can do it more often.”

“I had fun too,” I replied, “and we will do it again. See ya later!”

After he left, I thought about the whole sleepover and how our friendship had evolved. I was trying to understand why I had this feeling inside me to do things that make him happy but I couldn’t explain it away in my head. I felt no regret for letting him sit on me or for giving up my bed but why? The one thing I did know is that I really liked and respected him and wanted to make sure we remained friends.