| JIMMY IN SINGAPORE
By Joey (abdljoey)
Jimmy walked off the elevator into the beautiful lobby
of the posh Majesty hotel in downtown Singapore. When
I say he is a bit of an exhibitionist, you may or may
not agree. But I watched him look over the busy lobby
area wearing bright red toddlerboy shortalls with
white snappers in the crotch and on the sides. His
shirt had snappers in the shoulder and was made from a
fire engine print on a pale blue background; it was
also kind of short, and, if one took a moment, it
would be easy to see the milky white plastic pants
peeking over the side vents of his shortalls.
I was dressed in my business suit and blended in with
a group of multinational businesspeople seated in the
soft lobby chairs, sipping cocktails, and having
earnest conversations. A piano player provided
classical music; the splashing of the waterfall in the
flower garden seemed to echo back down from the top of
the lobby's atrium; dishes clattered and glasses
clinked as waiters served hors d'oeuves. All of this
added to the din. and the apparent distraction of
Jimmy as he stood clutching a small blue canvas bag.
Jordan, our manager in Austin, had sent me to
Singapore to deal with some issues raised by
TechStartius, one of our biggest accounts and I had
just checked into the hotel an hour ago. I am the
International Sales Director for our company and Jimmy
is our star field service engineer. He had been sent
to Singapore two weeks ago to repair some of our
installed equipment at TechStartius and had no idea I
was coming. That's why he never really noticed me
watching him from my comfortable seat, somewhat
obscured by a large plant.
It amused me to see him dressed that way. I'd seen
this before during one of my unexpected visits to
Denver where he had preceded me. During the day,
Jimmy always wore impeccable khaki slacks and sports
shirts; he was a perfectionist at his work, and all of
our customers hoped that, when they called for
service, he would be the engineer sent. I suspect
many of our customers would be shocked to see his
"little boy outfits" after hours!
Jimmy turned from the elevator and walked toward one
of the hotel restaurants, the one in the lobby area,
marked off by a bamboo styled railing. Watching, I
could see that the back of his shortalls seemed pretty
puffy and I guessed he was wearing pretty thick
diapers. I half wondered if his crotch snaps might
burst. I could see the hostess flash a grin while
welcoming him and inviting him to follow her to a
table. I knew he had been here for two weeks, and
appeared every evening in the restaurant in some sort
of toddler outfit. The hostess was probably used to
his atypical dinner clothes but didn't seem to mind.
As he sat at his table, I was amazed to watch her
reach quickly into his canvas bag, pull out a large
bib, and tie it around his neck. I chuckled to myself
and half wondered about the size of tips he must be
leaving each night! She apparently took Jimmy's drink
order and left him to look at a menu.
I took a moment to signal the roving waiter for
another beer, then settled back to see what Jimmy'd do
next. A waitress came to Jimmy's table with a glass of
wine. I could see Jimmy say something while reaching
into his bag for something. A moment later the
waitress was pouring his wine into a brightly
cartooned sippee cup! When she took his order and
left with the menu, he again reached into his bag,
pulled out a pile of Golden books, stacked them on the
opposite side of his table, and took the first on the
pile and began to read intently. I watched his lips
move slowly; it was apparently he was reading them
aloud to himself! I just shook my head, took a large
gulp of my beer, and sat back in my chair to read some
sales reports. I would've liked to say "hi," but I
didn't want to interrupt his fantasy dinner.
I guess I got pretty engrossed in planning my work for
the next few days, because when I looked up, Jimmy was
gone. I decided it was safe to get up and go and get
some food myself.
It was about 9 pm and I was back in my room when the
phone rang. It was Jordan calling from Austin. It
seems there was yet another crisis at TechStartius.
They wanted me to get Jimmy and go over to their
plant. Jimmy would need to provide a quick fix on the
equipment; I was expected to provide a "political"
fix. "Jimmy must be asleep," Jordan said, "because I
have called his room - it's number 844 by the way -
three times and there's no answer." I told him I'd
find him and take care of it.
I got dressed and took the elevator down to the eighth
floor and found his door with little difficulty. I
was about to knock when I heard voices inside.
"Little Jimmy needs his Mommy to mahssage his sore
legs, yes? There we go, a little baby oil will help
him feel better, yes?" It was a woman's voice.
"Tankie Mommy. Me feels better," giggled a young
man's voice, clearly Jimmy's. "Me love you Mommy and
me loves me Teddy Bear too."
"You put Teddy over here, now, Jimmy so we don't get
oil on Teddy. That's right. Time for you speshal
mahssage little boy. A little of your nice baby oil
"Yes, please Mommy," Jimmy said.
It was quiet for a few moments, and then I could hear
Jimmy moaning slightly. "Ooooohh. Looks like little
Jimmy's pee-pee is getting warm an happy," I could
hear the woman say soothingly.
Good grief. There I was standing outside the hotel
door of our most outstanding engineer, listening to
his hired masseuse baby him! I could feel my own
member rise a bit, just listening.
Suddenly, I could hear the woman again. "OK Jimmy.
It's time to get you diapered little guy. Let me
slide this under your little bottom."
"No, no, no, Mommy! Not yet Mommy! Please, no stop
now!" I wasn't sure if Jimmy was going to start
crying or something.
"Oh yes my little one. We can't have you messing me
with your .. A little powder, yes? Ahhhh, I thought
so, cute one. Let me rub that in now, yes? You like
that? Now we pull this right up here. Here we go,
just pull this back part around front and tape you all
up nice an' snuggy."
"Mommy, pweeeaaase!" Jimmy was pleading.
"Oh, Jimmy," cooed his Mommy-for-the-night. "You not
worry. Mommy will fix you, yes? Let me just squirt a
little baby cream in your little diaper, yes? There
we go. Uuuummmm. Is that better for you? Now just a
minute while I get your plastic pants on. Come on,
Jimmy, lift your bottom, that's a boy. There we go.
What a cute boy you are Jimmy. Yes, Mommy will fix
you now. Yeesss, she will."
"Oh, tankie Mommy, tankie Mommy!" Jimmy was saying,
and moaning a bit more loudly. I felt a little bit of
precum stickiness in my own diaper. - Yes, I wore
diapers too, I just don't advertise it the way Jimmy
"OK that's the way we fix our little Jimmy, isn't it,"
she was saying. "Now, don't cry Jimmy, you a nice
boy. Why you cry like this every night Jimmy? You
know Mommy loves you, yes?"
"Yes, Mommy, I know," I could hear Jimmy say in a
little sobbing voice. "I just wish I had a real
Mommy or Daddy to take care of me. I'm sorry. I put
the money over on the desk, Mommy."
"OK, Jimmy. .Oh, Jimmy, thank YOU!," she said. "You
are a generous little boy!" I heard the woman laugh
softly. "Here, let Mommy cover you up and tuck you in
now. There we go. Night - night little one."
A moment later I heard the door to his room start to
She had long dark hair and a beautiful Philippine
face. I guessed she was about 26 years old. She
looked startled to see me standing about three feet
back from the door.
"Oh, hello!" I said casually. "Just coming to call
on a friend of mine. I guess if you are just leaving,
he must still be awake. Thank goodness! I hoped I
wouldn't be disturbing him."
She looked at me with a slow smile and a shrug. "If
you say so, mistah." She headed toward the elevator
with a brisk, professional walk.
"Here we go," I thought to myself. And I came back
close to Jimmy's door and knocked, then stood aside so
he wouldn't see me through the security peek hole.
After a minute or two, the door opened a crack, with
the safety bar still in place. "Is that you Mommy?"
Jimmy whispered. "Did you forget something?"
I wanted to laugh. But instead, without missing a
beat, and trying to keep my voice steady, I replied,
"No Jimmy, it's Daddy. May I come in, little one?"
A short gasp. A long pause. "Uh, Allen? Is that
you? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Uh-oh, Jimmy," I laughed out loud. "Maybe Daddy will
have to wash your mouth out with soap. Now why don't
you let Daddy in. We have a little emergency at
TechStartius we have to address."
"SHIT!" was all I heard. The door closed, the
security lock was removed, and the door opened to let
me in. Jimmy was trying to hide behind his opened
door. But there he stood in his blue carousel print
plastic panties covering his disposable diaper and his
fire engine print toddler T-shirt was back on, too.
"I was all snuggled in bed, Daddy! Can't I go
night-night, now?" he tried.
I laughed. "Yeah, Jimmy, you were snuggled all
right." I sat on the edge of his bed, took his hand,
and pulled him over to sit on my lap. He was slight
enough that he fit there quite comfortably. "So how
was your Mommy, Jimmy? Did she give you a nice
Jimmy put his thumb in his mouth and snuggled against
my chest. "Uh - huh, she nice, Daddy. Me misted you,
doe. Me glad you came all da way to see me."
I kissed Jimmy on his ear, the one closest to my face,
sucking on his ear lobe just a bit. "Why Jimmy, of
course I came here just to see you!" Then I laughed,
rolled him off my lap and onto the bed, and started to
tickle him, saying, "Of course, Jordan had nothing to
do with it, did he now? Our biggest customer in
southeast Asia had nothing to do with my coming, right
diaper butt? Right?" He was howling with laughter as
I tickled him. Then I lay on the bed and we hugged
and kissed. "Well," I whispered, "I knew you needed
Daddy to take care of you, so of course I was glad to
obey the Jordan slave driver!"
I slowly disentangled from Jimmy and sat up. "Jimmy,
I am really sorry to do this to you, but I need to
talk with you as 'Big Boy Jimmy' for a few minutes."
"Daddy, you know I hate that! I only got to wear my
diapers for the last few minutes since Mommy, er. the
"I don't think so Jimmy! Your 'Mommy' put those
diapers on for you. And you were in diapers since
before 6 pm when you went down to supper! Yes. I saw
you sitting in the restaurant in your toddler clothes.
So don't tell me you've only had a few minutes of
Jimmy had a smooth, nearly hairless face. He blushed
and looked down at the floor.
"Look, Jimmy, here's the deal. Jordan called about 45
minutes ago. He wants us both to go over to
TechStartius tonight, as soon as possible, to work a
I hated to talk to Jimmy about work. In fact, I know
we both found it challenging to keep our professional
and personal lives in working order. Professionally,
I'm not really Jimmy's boss. His boss is Rodney, the
International Service Manager based in Austin. Still,
I do outrank him in the company. And on a personal
level? Well, whenever we can, we stay together as
Daddy and son. However, even when we know we both
will be traveling to the same city at the same time,
we get our own rooms. No sense in anyone at the
company learning about our relationship.
"Sheesh! Allen, can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"Not according to Jordan, Jimmy. Look, why don't I
change your diaper and get you dressed into your work
clothes. Maybe with a few minutes transition time,
you'll be OK. And, when we get back, I'll tuck you in
so you can sleep better, OK?" I knew that without
some snuggling from me, or someone he could find to
baby him a bit, he was unable to sleep well. He would
Jimmy sighed. "Ok, Daddy, you win." He rolled onto
I put my hands on the front of his plastic pants,
feeling his cock start to stiffen under his diaper,
and smiled at him. "All right, let's slide these
panties off," I said. I put his feet up on my
shoulders, and lifted his butt enough to slide down
his plastic panties. They crinkled pleasantly. I
could see immediately that his white Attends was wet.
I rested my hand on the front of his diaper and the
warmth and generally soggy feel confirmed what I
already knew. When Jimmy is tickled, he wets
uncontrollably. I pulled back the tapes and lifted
the heavy diaper from under his butt. I tossed it
through the bathroom door to deal with later.
Jimmy shaves what little hair he has on his pubic area
and the sight of his cute clean, cut dick always makes
me weak. I bent down and kissed his tummy so that he
giggled, and kept kissing all the way down to his
"pee-pee," as he calls it, while he squirmed and
giggled. The added aroma of his urine mixed with baby
powder and baby oil seemed to erase all sense of time
and place. Jordan and TechStartius ceased to exist
and only Jimmy and his now erect pee-pee filled my
I grabbed his butt with both my hands and lifted him
up just a bit, while lowering my mouth over his tall
dick. Oh, yeah. That same flavor, just as I
remembered from the last time I changed him when he
stayed a week at my apartment in Austin, a month ago
now. Yeah, the same feel of his now slippery dick on
the back of my mouth, just as I remembered in Denver
when we first spent time together three years ago now.
I knew he had cum with the help of his "Mommy" less
than an hour ago, but I also knew he had plenty left
for Daddy. I eased off him, kissing his thighs.
"Ohhh, Daddy, I really misted you. You be long here?"
he asked, slipping into his semi-toddler vocabulary.
"Yes, Jimmy, I'm scheduled to be here for the next
He reached up and put his arms around me and kissed me
on the mouth, and dropped back on the bed smiling.
Then he reached out and unbuckled and unzipped my
pants, pushing his hand against my groin as he did so.
"Daddy got his dipee on too," he said cheerfully,
yanking my pants down off my butt. My pants fell to
the floor and I stepped out of them. He put his hand
on the outside of my white Attends diaper, feeling the
plastic, and feeling my stiff cock. His eyes slowly
closed; he smiled; and his hand kept feeling. "I like
dis, Daddy," he said.
Me too, I thought. Somehow, I found the strength to
break away, and go over to the dresser where Jimmy had
stacked his diapers in plain sight. I grabbed one of
the pile, came back to the bed, and knelt between his
legs. I raised his legs once more and slid the clean
Attends under his butt. The can of powder was still
lying on the bed, so I picked it up and lightly
sprinkled his pee-pee, belly, and thighs. The aroma
of "baby" was now in the air as I began to rub the
powder in and around his balls sack, then up and down
his standing cock shaft. His hips began to move up
and down slightly, and in rhythm to my working his not
so little boy pee-pee. He reached over and grabbed
Teddy, and pulled the bear in close, in a hug, with
one arm. With his free arm he reached up and clutched
my hard member, right through my diaper.
I let go of him and reached for the pink baby cream,
moved his hand off my diaper, and squirted generously
into my own diaper, and then into one of my hands. I
then smeared the cream onto the front of my Attends,
and tossed the bottle aside. Lowering myself onto my
big little boy, and pressing my creamed-over diaper
onto Jimmy's hard pee-pee, I began to hump him. The
Attends was sliding up and down over his dick and he
grabbed my head with both of his hands, smiling and
moaning. His Teddy sat on the sheet, looking on. My
own hard cock was slipping around inside my diaper.
It was just a few seconds later when there was cum
juice in my diaper and on the outside of my diaper!
We lay together, just hugging and waiting for our
breathing to settle.
Finally, I sat up. "Jimmy, we better clean up fast."
I stood, ripped off my cum and pee soaked diaper and
brought it to the bathroom, and got some wash cloths
wet and lathered. I quickly washed myself off and
went back out to the bed and cleaned up Jimmy with the
other cloth. Within minutes, I had us both diapered
and dressed. Ten minutes later, we sat in the back of
a taxi, on our way to TechStartius. I knew we could
wrap up the problem there in an hour and we'd be back
in bed. together, Daddy and son.
I knew it would be a fun week in Singapore, at least
each evening, back at the hotel. And I knew Mommy
would not be getting her fees for at least the next
week. I knew very well that Jimmy wanted a Daddy more
than anything else. OK, you could say I needed a
little guy with a big diapered cock, too, if you
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