The Most Unusual Bachelor Party (Day 2)
Jensen called his fiance early Sunday morning to check on her. The husky told her he was having fun with his friends, but when she inquired about the kind of fun he was having, he choked on his silence. Fortunately, she chuckled and said, "I understand. It's guy stuff, right?" Nervously, Jensen assured Andrea that he was only having clean fun -- and the worst of it was having a few extra drinks of beer for dinner the night before. The husky sat upright in bed as he saw the sun steadily rising on the ocean horizon. He sighed happily before pressing his ear against his cell phone. Andrea went on to tell Jensen that she was going to spend some time with her friends later in the afternoon. Jensen would reply to her afternoon plans by teasing her. "It's girl stuff, right?"
After exchanging expressions of love for each other, he hung up the phone and tilted his muzzle back, looking at the ceiling. The enthusiastic husky stroked the front of his diaper, which remained underneath the sheets. Though he was already wet (it was apparent by a thick, yellow-colored patch of piss in between his furry legs), he decided to wet his diaper more. Since the diaper fabric was already soaked, it lost its soft padding; overnight, the diaper surface hardened. As such, Jensen's diaper made a very distinct hissing noise. The hissing noise woke both Shawn and Roger.
"Good morning," said Jensen, once he noticed that his bed pals were awake.
Roger stretched his arms and yawned. Agitated, the tired otter rubbed his head. "This headache... damn."
"You had a lot to drink last night, dude."
"You can say that again, and holy shit. I'm padded up and everything."
"Pretty nice, huh? Oh, and I hope don't mind me asking, but did you wet it?"
Roger took the sheets, lifted them up slightly to look down at his diaper. "Yeah, but not as much as you."
"It's all wet on this side," added Shawn, who was the only one in bed who was still dry.
"Jensen, did you wet the bed too?" asked Roger.
"Well, I -- wait, hold on. Did I? That's --" Jensen felt his tail end and discovered that it was, indeed, his diaper that leaked and soaked the sheets. "I'm sorry, guys. I didn't expect that to happen."
"No problem," said Shawn. "Happens to me too, y'know."
Roger got out of bed and walked around the hotel room, stretching and yawning continously. "So, where's Andrew and Taylor?"
"They went out for coffee and breakfast. I think they're bringing some McDonalds back to the room."
Shawn shook his head in disapproval. "Are they bringing McDonalds to us just so we keep our diapers full?"
Jensen laughed. "Maybe, I don't know."
Roger stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. Jensen and Shawn stayed in bed for a few minutes, looking at each other. The husky blushed and wagged his tail a little as he tried to form his question in the least stimulating way possible.
"Last night, I noticed your paw was on me, and --"
"Did you like it?" asked Shawn enthusiastically. His enthusiasm seemed to be out of character, Jensen thought.
"Yeah, I kinda did. Can't lie, but... why do you ask?"
The skunk smiled a little and bit his lip. He looked around the room for a moment.
"Well... I don't know" Then Shawn changed the subject. "You're getting married soon, right? Like, um, does she know you do this stuff?"
Jensen contemplated an answer. He rubbed his chin and scritched the fur underneath it. "Andrea is okay with it. I mean, she knows that I like a little bit of man and a little bit of woman." The husky gestured his paws as if he was balancing a scale. "She knows about me liking this sort of thing -- and yes, she's kinky herself. But she's not into this, you know? She wanted me to have my fun now so by the time we get married and everything, I'm not preoccupied with the fetish. She doesn't it to get in the way..."
While he was explaining to the lustful skunk about his relationship with Andrea, he felt a chill quickly move down his spine. With his friends, he was teetering on the edge of blind, sexual adrenaline. The husky figured that Shawn wanted to engage. He thought about obliging Shawn. It would be convenient. Both were in a hotel room and nobody would have to know what happened -- but he was concerned about his standing with Andrea. Jensen was also thinking of Andrew. After witnessing his first fling having a sexual encounter with Taylor, Jensen was aroused, but he was also envious. "What would have life been like had I stayed with Andrew?" the husky thought, but he dismissed the question shortly after pondering it. Asking such questions impeded on his commitment to Andrea.
"Ah, okay," Shawn acknowledged. The skunk nodded and looked down at the blanket.
Jensen noticed that the skunk was downbeat after he told him about his relationship with Andrea. "We're going to the head to the beach and have some fun there. You can't beat that."
Andrew and Taylor arrived back at the hotel room with three bags full of breakfast sandwiches. Once Andrew closed the door and announced that he returned, Jensen leaped out of bed to greet the bunny, but the husky was dragging his heavy, soaked diaper with him. Andrew studied Jensen from head to toe before locking onto the husky's diaper, which sagged low and swelled extravagently.
"You seem relieved to see me," joked Andrew.
Taylor pretended to look away, but from the corner of his eye, the puma could see that Jensen was very wet. Taylor sat on a nearby chair facing a small, round oak table for the sole purpose of hiding his arousal. "We got you some stuff," said Taylor. "Dig in."
Everyone gathered around the table to eat. Andrew and Taylor sat at the table to eat while the rest stood up or sat on the bed. Roger was steadily recovering from his hangover. He sat on the bed, eating his sandwich contently in his diaper. He felt youthful. While eating, the otter daydreamed of sitting on the floor of his apartment, wearing a diaper and watching television without a care in the world. Just dreaming about the scenario was cathartic whether or not making that dream a reality was possible. Jensen also wanted the same thing, but Amanda would prohibit him from indulging. That's why Jensen knew that he needed to make this day count.
Sitting next to Roger in bed, Jensen swallowed his last bite and said, "You guys up for putting on some swimming trunks and driving to the beach soon?"
"Sure, I'm going to change my clothes," said Shawn, who took out a few articles of clothing from the room closet before hopping into the bathroom and closing the door.
"Yeah, and we came prepared too. Hey Taylor, hun? Can you put on the swim diaper that we got?" said Andrew.
Taylor opened up a suitcase and pulled out a blue, swim cloth diaper with an adjustable velcro in the front. The puma quickly untied his shoes, dropped his pants and was getting ready to get the cloth diaper on until he saw his own diaper. The puma muttered to himself and sighed in exasperation before turning to Andrew. "Why don't you let Jensen try it on? It's his gift from us, after all."
"Aw, you just had to spoil it, didn't you? Why don't you want to put it on now? You look so cute in it!" said Andrew while Jensen unceremoniously swiped the blue swim diaper from Taylor.
"Give me a minute," Taylor snapped as he held on both of the arm chairs and grunted. "I need to drop the kids off at the pool first."
Jensen chuckled and rolled his eyes as he watched the puma messing himself. "You want a newspaper?" the husky teased.
Not before long, a few prominent lumps slid down the seat of Taylor's diaper. After he messed himself, Taylor rubbed his diapered crotch while his heart was beating fast. The puma panted happily as he finished. Andrew came over to him and rubbed the puma's head. The loving bunny scritched his boyfriend's ears and rubbed his shoulders supportively.
"Did that feel good, hun?" Andrew asked. Taylor nodded. "You're a good boy for going in your diapers."
Jensen quietly removed his wet diaper and tried putting on the swim diaper. Wearing cloth diapers was a new experience to him, but he welcomed the change. The husky turned away from the rest of the group, who started to change the puma. The husky closed the venetian blinds on the balcony windows before getting naked. The husky's tail was wagging uncontrollably out of arousal. His shaft was fully out of his sheath, complete with precum dripping from the tip and dripping on the carpet floor. Jensen reached for a Kleenex tissue from the tissuebox on the bed's end table and wiped his shaft dry. He took a few deep breaths before slipping the swim diaper on and adjusting the velcros appropriately.
In a vain attempt to keep calm, Jensen wandered past Taylor, who laid flat on the bed with an erection. Andrew stroked his lover's pulsating shaft and pushed it down so it would be easier to apply the swim diaper on. Looking on, Roger slipped on his swim diaper and walked over to Jensen, who was waiting by the bathroom door. The husky was carrying his folded, dirty diaper in his right paw.
"Hey, you looked good in blue," Roger commented.
"Oh, yours is red? I guess we all got different colors."
"Yeah, I like red. Red's my color. From what I'm told, these are fun to wear at the beach and in pools."
"It's very stylish!" exclaimed Jensen. "And you put these under your trunks then?"
"Yeah, or you could just the way you are."
"I'm not ready to strut around in diapers in public just yet," said Jensen, laughing. Jensen was about to jiggle the doorknob of the bathroom door before Shawn emerged, wearing his swim diaper, which was purple.
"So we all got the same kind, then?" asked Jensen.
"Yeah," replied Shawn, flicking his tail in approval.
Andrew and Taylor finished changing. They wore black and orange swim diapers respectively. Everyone put on their clothes and packed some accessories to carry along to the beach. Andrew offered to take his car to the beach because he already packed some things for the trip in his trunk.
The boys headed to the beach after a quarter-mile north of the hotel. Jensen's father owned a vacation home that was located on a small, private beach a few miles north of the city. The vacation home was locked up and was undergoing renovations, but the private beach was available for Jensen and company. Everyone walked barefooted past the dunes to the bright-sand beach, which featured mellow waves and a series of tall palm trees, which acted as a border encircling the private area. Everyone marveled at the nice, cool breeze that was coming from the west and the marine layer clouds overhead. The sun peaked out of the clouds just enough to provide some much-needed warmth.
Andrew set up a large umbrella on the beach with a blanket underneath. The bunny brought out his iPod so he could listen to some music on his headphones. Jensen carried a bag full of frisbees, sunscreen, baby powder and aloe lotion. Taylor took off his shirt, kicked off his sandals and ran into the water, where he would swim parallel to the waves crashing onto the shore. Shawn sat underneath the umbrella with his sunglasses on, watching his friends enjoy the beach. Once Jensen set his bag down on the blanket, Roger ran around the beach, shouting to the husky, "Throw me the frisbee! Throw it to me!"
Jensen threw the frisbee and the otter skillfully jumped in the air to catch it. Roger threw the frisbee to the husky. Instinctively, the husky caught the frisbee with his mouth, and he subsequently apologized out of embarrassment. "It's a habit," said Jensen, who laughed at himself.
"Hey! Hey!" shouted Taylor, who waved his arms at Jensen while he was in the water. "Help me, dude!"
Sensing urgency, Jensen ran to Taylor and jumped into the water to rescue him. Andrew stood up and followed Jensen, but the husky was faster. Once Jensen reached Taylor, the puma popped up from the water, smirked and mouthed the words "Gotcha!" to the husky, who initially wasn't pleased with the prank.
"Your boy is alright," Jensen shouted to Andrew. "He was just being a dick."
Taylor went underwater and tried swimming away from the former lifeguard, but he was quickly apprehended. The puma rose to the surface and coughed. "Oh, my knight in shining armor! You rescued a damsel in distress! How can I ever repay you?"
"By not scaring the shit out of me. Come on, Taylor."
"You're no fun! I don't know what Andrew sees in you, but he really likes you."
"And I like him. We're old friends, but that's what we are --"
"He doesn't share the same point of view," said Taylor, begrudgingly.
"What do you mean?"
"Every time we're together, all he talks about is you. You, you, you. He dotes over you."
Jensen floated in the water speechless. He didn't know what to say.
"I think he loves me, but he seems to miss you. When you called him about the bachelor party, he said to me, 'I've been waiting for him to call me,' and it's been a few years since you saw him last, right?"
"You can love someone as a friend," said Jensen after a brief pause. "There's no harm in that. Look, he loves you. You are everything that I could not provide for him. I'm in love with my fiance... You're the love of his life, not me."
"Just do me a favor and just sit down with him for a while, okay?"
Jensen sighed and swam to the shore, but not before he thanked Taylor for confiding to him. The husky emerged from the cold waters. He shook himself dry repeatedly before walking to the blanket and umbrella and fetching a towel. Andrew tapped his footpaws while listening to a song on his iPod. As soon as he saw the husky towering over him, the bunny turned the iPhone off and looked up.
"My, my, someone's a little wet in more ways than one," said Andrew.
Jensen sat down next to Andrew and Shawn. "Absolutely. Can I have a moment with Andrew for a couple of minutes?" the husky asked Shawn. The skunk nodded, stood up and walked over to Roger.
"How do you like the party so far?" asked Andrew.
"Great. I'm having a blast."
"Me too. I suspect that you talked to Taylor while you were out there."
Jensen confirmed his suspicions. "Yeah... I just think that... he's a fun guy to be with... He is a lucky catch."
"He definitely is, yes. I was just reminiscing with Taylor, earlier, about what we did in college."
"Wait, you told him about what we did in college?"
"It's not like he's going to tell the whole world about it. But we had chemistry, and that was that."
"We did, but times change and we do our own thing. Doesn't mean that we can't have any more fun."
"Oh, on that note: I was hoping I could give you another... present, so to speak."
Jensen's was deeply curious. "Oh? But you already gave me this," said the husky, pointing to his diaper. "Thank you, by the way."
"Before I tell you what this present is, I just wanted to tell you... I wish you the best with Andrea and by no means am I trying to steal you away from her. I'm very happy with Taylor. I'm a very happy bunny, but I wanted to thank you for being a part of my life during a time when I didn't know if wearing diapers was -- I don't know -- okay. I think your girlfriend has found someone who is very supportive and loving, no matter what. Last but not least, I think a little loving between friends is appropriate."
Before Jensen could respond, Andrew leaned in to kiss the husky on the lips. Surprised, Jensen nearly fell backwards onto the sand. "That was sudden," said Jensen. "I don't know if I'd feel good about this, you know, because the whole 'married thing' and all."
"Consider it a gift. People give gifts. If infidelity is what's bothering you, rest assured. This is your bachelor party. This is the last day of being a bachelor. You've given her a nice wedding ring and she said, 'Yes,' you want to live with her for the rest of your life. You are already committed, but now, we should have some fun. Don't you agree?"
"I don't know."
"Just walk with me."
Andrew and Jensen walked into the dunes, a couple of footsteps away from the beach. After a short walk, the bunny stopped, pulled down his swimming shorts and showed off his black, swim diaper. Jensen sat down and leaned diagonally against a tall dune, looking at the bunny. Jensen hesitated for a moment before pulling down his shorts. It was obvious that the husky's swim diaper was soaked with saltwater.
"Gosh, you piss like a racehorse," Andrew joked.
"And I'm big like one too." Jensen took off his shirt and tossed it aside.
"You're as cocky as ever. No wonder why the girls love you."
"So what's the plan?" asked the husky, who tilted his head and wagged his tail inquisitively.
"I wanted to give you something that you'd remember me by."
"Is it a kiss?" Jensen asked in a deceitfully innocent way.
"Oh no, I already spent one kiss on you. No returns. All sales are final." Andrew stood in front of Jensen, bent his knees a little. The bunny pulled down his diaper a little and brought out his cock, which was slightly flaccid, but it was the bunny's hanging, white and furry sac that the horny husky looked at first.
"Forget to pack some Viagra for the trip?"
"Oh, shut up and take it."
Jensen took the cue. He opened the upper-lip of his diaper and waited. Andrew didn't keep Jensen waiting for long. The bunny jiggled his cock for a moment. A solid stream of piss emerged, immediately hitting the husky's bellyfur before the stream made its way down into his diaper. Feeling the piss slap against his fur, Jensen started to jack off manically. He moaned while taking all of the bunny's uniquely sharp-scented musk.
"Got to give your diaper a little bit of me, know what I mean?"
The husky responded with a satisfied growl. "Oh yeah, more... more..."
"More, you said?" Andrew pulled his diaper down before leaning up to the husky's muzzle and kissing him. This time, Jensen happily returned the kiss. He took a break from locking lips to pull his diaper down to his footpaws. Andrew positioned himself to sit on top of the husky's reddened, hard shaft. Once he sat on top of Jensen, the husky howled in pure, raw bliss. He wasn't expecting things to unfold so quickly, but he was entertained nonetheless. Andrew lifted himself up and slammed down on top of Jensen's cock.
Jensen thought that the bunny would have his way with him, but it turned out to be the opposite. For a moment, he thought, "A gift is what you receive, not something that you give," but he was too aroused to think logically. He felt the heaviness of the bunny ride him as he laid up against a small, sandy knoll. Andrew was bobbing up and down fanatically, but the husky was too overwhelmed to keep the joyride going. After five minutes of having the bunny aggressively ride him, Jensen quickly shot his pent-up wad into his best friend and started to breathe heavily. Andrew stood up and looked around like he was in disarray. His own semen was dripping down onto the husky, who didn't appear to mind.
"What the fuck just happened?" asked Jensen out of breath.
"I just wanted to feel what it was like to be... on the receiving end for once."
"Don't you find it kinda awkward to talk about anal sex after having it?" asked Jensen, chuckling as he pulled his swim diaper and shorts on.
"Yeah, so we should probably head back before the guys start to get worried..."
"We saw it," Roger chimed in as he walked by the two unsuspecting males.
"That was hot," added Shawn, who followed the otter from behind. Taylor put his paws around his waist and shook his head at Andrew.
"There were way too much sex this weekend," said Taylor. "Oh, and Jensen, I'm cool with it. Bunny and I talked about it before we drove up to see you."
"Well, I appreciate it. Thanks for the fun. I think it's about time to check out of the room and head out -- and I'm glad that I've provided you entertainment for this afternoon," said Jensen as he looked at everyone. "I don't know how I'm going to talk to Andrea about this, but --"
"Remember what I told you earlier, Jensen? It's your bachelor party. This marks the end of the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman that you love," said Andrew as he rubbed his bottom. "Now if you excuse me, I think I need to sit on a bag of ice."
"Oh, and thank you for coming to the party. It was a blast."
"No problem, mate." Andrew gave the husky a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "We should have more bachelor parties."
"Or just use every holiday as an excuse to hang out, soil our diapers and fuck each other silly!" suggested Taylor. Everyone laughed and walked back to the beach.
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Without explaining to the hotel maid why he was apologizing to her, Jensen checked out of his room -- now featuring a very soaked mattress and a full diaper pail -- and bid farewell to his friends, but the husky had some time to give everyone a heartfelt hug and a pat on the shoulder. To Jensen, it seemed like time flew quickly for the weekend. He achieved his goal: to have fun with his friends while acting on his overactive diaper fetish. By the time he drove back to his condo, he felt relaxed and accomplished. The husky took the remaining diapers he had left in the case -- that he bought for his friends -- and stored it in his living room's hall closet. After turning off the light in the closet and closing the door, Jensen felt closure. It was time for him to spend some quality time with his loving white wolf without having diapers on his mind.
Jensen sat down in the living room next to Andrea as she enjoyed her pint of chocolate fudge ice cream. The two cuddled on the couch and kissed each other on the cheek.
"So Jensen, how did everything go?"
"It was nice. We ate at that restaurant you like, that Italian restaurant on Bath street?"
"Yeah, and we knocked down a few beers, headed back to the hotel, passed out. We woke up the next morning and went straight to the beach until checkout time. Pretty straightforward."
Andrea poked Jensen in the nose and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Okay, now that you told me what you thought I wanted to hear, what did you really do? You can tell me."
Jensen looked down at the floor and sighed before smiling at her. "We were all diapered up, obviously, and it was nice. Well, 'nice' as in walking around in one without having your fiance threatening to break up with you over it."
Andrea pushed the husky and stuck out her tongue at him. "Look, I don't care if you had sex with anyone. Knowing you, you were probably wanting some action the entire time. Well, let me rephrase that. It doesn't bother me, really, because you took my suggestion -- which was really freaky to begin with because I was joking -- and arranged everything, did all of that just so you can give me your undivided attention and not get bogged down with your 'fascination.'"
"You were... joking?" asked Jensen, stunned.
"Well, you know, about the bachelor party idea, yes. But I did have a hard time trying to rationalize having a boyfriend who acted like a cub and wore diapers all day. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"Yes, of course, but... you were joking?"
"Okay, I'm sorry, though it seemed like you were willing to go through with it so I thought, 'Let him have fun.'"
"Thank you for letting me have some fun with friends. I didn't expect you to be so open about it."
"I might be open about it now, but I'm confident you'll foot my therapy bills later." Jensen laughed at her joke and gave her a hug. The subdued husky rested his muzzle on her shoulder while rubbing her back and holding her close to him. But suddenly, he heard a faint crinkling noise. His eyes opened wide. He knew he wasn't wearing a diaper, but was she? "It can't be possible," he thought. "It's just my overractive imagination."
Andrea paused for a moment and withdrew from the hug. She looked around the living room sheepishly. "While you were gone, I... tried on one of your... and... just to see if maybe I could have some fun with you when you got home and... I may have gotten too comfortable.
"Honey, I think I need a change."