The Diaper Club

[Les Lea]

The Diaper Club                                                        

Many years ago, when I was in the Navy, a few of my mates and I would book into a hotel when we were on leave and spend the time we had indulging in our respective passion. Sex was always a possibility but what I’d discovered on-board this particular ship was quite few of the ratings had similar desires as I… and that was for wearing diapers.

It had been weird the way it had come about because it started off as a joke, well, a dare actually, for one of the new recruits (and the youngest member of the crew) to be cajoled into wearing a diaper as he was the ‘baby of the boat’. Apparently, a couple of the guys had had to suffer this ‘dare’ at the hands of their jock overlords if they wanted to get into the fraternity house at college.

It was a youthful and silly initiation of sorts and seemed an innocent enough distraction from normal life aboard a ship. On top of that it was nice to see, even briefly, the young lad looking embarrassed as he shuffled around wearing a diaper.

I know it made me horny to witness this and I could tell, call it a sixth sense, that others were also enjoying the spectacle on a different level to most others, who just saw it as a joke.

What became clear was that the poor guy was inundated with diapers and plastic pants and before he knew it he was more or less, when not on parade, made to wear what the crew bought him.

Once that ‘leaning’ had been established (and the sailor looked like he’d begun to enjoy being the ship’s baby) we all began to talk guardedly between ourselves and, surprise, surprise, diapers were a big turn on for a small bunch of us.

This we used to bring us closer and although we didn’t wear onboard, at every opportunity on leave, we’d find a hotel and dress like we wanted. A couple of the guys were really into being adult babies, which was wonderful to watch. Guys in their youthful prime, slim, athletic and wearing a diaper, what could be better? Whilst me and another rating were just mad on diapers, diaper lovers, and wanted to wear all the time. However, being sailors and not free agents to do as we pleased, we kept it very low key from the rest of the ship.

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Although a few furtive fumbles and quickly grabbed shags onboard ship happened, it wasn’t something that the officers encouraged… no matter what you might have heard. Even if we only had a pass for a few hours, we’d try to make sure we were all on leave together so that in our little group no one felt left out. We took it in turns dressing in our diapers and occasionally it would turn to sucking, fucking and being fucked and I think we all enjoyed it, I know I did. Eventually, we became a tight band of six, highly sexed, young guys who needed an outlet for our constantly hard cocks and it was fantastic to occasionally find others via texts and the internet who shared our ‘interest’.

Onboard ship you had to learn to get along. Living conditions below decks were pretty cramped and it was drilled into you, as with all service personnel, that no matter how much you may not like the other guy; you might just rely on him in a moment of crisis. Thankfully, our group had bonded early on when we were very raw recruits on our first ship and we’d nervously banded together against this strange environment.

We also flirted with each other and soon became relaxed in each other’s company. As there is absolutely no privacy, we saw each other naked, erect and horny at all times of the day and night. It wasn’t long before our meal-breaks and exercises on ship meant we were thrown together even more and those few, furtive and secretive wanks were no longer a solo exercise. Of course, we didn’t just have sex, when we were on leave we’d team up and see the sights, laughing and joking and enjoying what Navy life could offer us in friendship, camaraderie, travel and a career.

From 18, until I left when I was 25, these lads kept me sane, happy and full of spunk… there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for any of them and I’d like to think, that they wouldn’t have done for me.

However, it was our love of wearing, and using, diapers that had brought us all together and it was that that kept our friendship even after our tour of service had ended.

To consolidate that feeling, we all decided to have a tattoo and we chose the small diaper because of our little club. We didn’t all have the tattoo done at the same time, nor did we decide the exact look of the tattoo, only that we would all have one. Mine was tattooed on my left buttock; I wanted my friends to know that I had it while they were filling my butt.

Two of the guys, Mikey and Ron, had small identical ones on their right bicep; Midge had one, a little larger than anyone else, on his left hip, which looked incredible. Tommy had the smallest (but some might think, the cutest) on his earlobes. Cally had his tattooed on his ankle, which wasn’t very impressive but that made the membership of the ‘Diaper Club’ complete.

It felt great to be in such a club. It brought us even closer together and I felt it had some great significance when I was having sex with a fellow member of the club. Nothing was off limits, nothing was denied and we tried everything. As soon as one of us learned a new technique or had an idea, we all embraced it and tried it out. Sometimes more successfully than others and I remember my arse being absolutely raw after a few of the new ‘experimentations’. Toys and diapers became more than just a few building blocks and rattles… the toys were very grown up (although we still had the other childish elements for when that’s all we wanted).

When we left the services, it was all at different times so our little group broke up and, as we all lived in different parts of the country, keeping in touch became difficult. A couple of the guys got married and started families. Tommy re-signed and as far as I know, is still a career sailor. I managed to meet up with Cally, Midge and Mikey separately and, although we enjoyed the sex, there was something missing, I have tried other relationships with many other guys since but the feeling our little club generated just wasn’t there. So, after a couple of weeks, maybe a month, I’d move on to try and find that intense camaraderie somewhere and with some else.

Thankfully, there are many ways now to meet others with the same interest and, although I haven’t found that same intensity, I have enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) long session with others and now I’m a civilian, I like to wear diapers 24/7.

I’ve never had such intense feelings for another guy since but would love to start another little shag club where a few like-minded guys get together at a hotel and think of nothing else except pleasuring each other. I know you’ll say that there are plenty of clubs or volunteers around to cater for this need but I suppose I want friends not just a hole to shag or a cutie in a diaper (although both of them are acceptable alternatives).  We were so close and that friendship made life so special.

As I wear a diaper now, that snugly, comforting hug reminds me of all the times me and other club members found each other. I still have photos of our boat baby and love the idea of an entire boat full of young sailors dressed like him.

Now wouldn’t that be brilliant?

 

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[maly]

12 hours ago, Les Lea said:

I still have photos of our boat baby and love the idea of an entire boat full of young sailors dressed like him.

Now that be my kind of ship!

Maly.

[Les Lea]

Horny sailors in diapers, what's not to like? ?

[Les Lea]

Not sure whether to put this in the completed story section or new clubs. ?

[Les Lea]

Sorry, thought this had been transferred to the complete section. ?