Under the Stars (Diapers)
After averting what could have been a complete dissolution of their relationship, Michael and his friends arrived at the bonfire party on the beach.
The party was run by Nate, a friend of Matt's who lived in the same town as him. The cougar was a party animal, and an aspiring, narcissistic underwear model that was known for throwing parties and being the center of attention. Matt had gone to high school with Nate, and attended some of the same classes. Matt befriended Nate after he fixed his computer for him. For a short while, Matt ran a reputable computer repair small business out of his garage, and Nate requested his services. Not before long, Nate became one of Matt's clients, and Matt would often visit his house and work on his computer from removing viruses and spyware to upgrading hardware.
Nate greeted the gang as they pulled up in a parking lot, which was adjacent to the dunes. The gray cougar shook everyone's paw before giving Matt a warm embrace. He rubbed the fox's headfur and walked with him toward the scene of the party.
Michael could hear chatter from the partying crowd just behind the dunes, tucked in a semi-private area that was surrounded by a few multi-million dollar beachfront properties. The lion was content to hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore, and that tranquility eliminated the need to think about the world around him. For the past few years, the lion didn't spend much time on the beach because he couldn't find an opportunity to spend the time with someone else. Finally, he had the opportunity to spend some time with his friends, and watch the sun set over the calming horizon with Tyler.
Everyone got out of the van, and crinkled about. Fortunately, the crackling wood from the bonfire nearby negated the subtle crinkling from the diapered group who walked into the party.
Most of the attendees were intoxicated, and talking incessantly with their peers. Michael and his friends successfully blended into the crowd without anyone noticing. The gang sat on a few vacated beach chairs which faced the large bonfire. Michael sat next to Tyler while Devin and Matt said, and conversed with some of their friends. As Devin walked over with Matt, he placed his hand on the lion's shoulders and said, "Thanks, bud." Michael nodded sagely in response, and playfully waved the equine away. Devin snicked and stuck out his tongue at the lion.
Nate continued adding to the bonfire by throwing plywood on top of it shouting, "Yeah!" with victorious gloating. The cougar ran, in his bare feet, over to some stereo speakers placed on a picnic table, and he played some slow reggae music. From the top of his lungs, Nate shouted, "Let's get this party started!" and everyone raised their beer bottles.
Michael clinked his beer bottle with Tyler's, told him, "Cheers!" and took a swig with Tyler in unison. Michael set his beer down on the sand beside him, and sighed happily. As Michael was relishing in a moment of bliss, Tyler slowly reached out to touch the lion's paw, hoping that the long-maned feline wouldn't notice right away. With his heart beating quickly, the tiger stopped short of placing his paw on top of the lion's. Then a thought crossed the tiger's mind: "Blame it on the alcohol if this doesn't work."
Tyler was tired of being the large, manly tiger that didn't take any chances. He was tired of always being the one that needed to be taken care of. He was tired of being pitied. It was now or never, do or die. Without any additional thought, Tyler let his paw rest on top of Michael's. Suddenly, the tiger could only hear his heart beating. Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-dum! What will Michael do? Will he grab onto the tiger's paw? Will he reject the tiger's advances? Will they be lovers, or will they remain friends?
Little did Tyler realize that Michael was pondering the same questions.
For most of his life, Michael was straight, and he had relationships with females. However, the breakups were the most memorable part of each of his relationships, and he was caught in a downward spiral of self-deprecating spite. When Tyler kissed him underwear at the athletic club pool, Michael felt a sense of clarity that was completely foreign to him. At the time, the lion thought, "That was weird, but I kinda liked it." For a while, Michael thought his fondness for the kiss was "wrong," but he couldn't explain why -- perhaps because it was right, and it had been right all along. This kiss put his mind and heart at ease, and it quickly manifested into an attraction that he couldn't deny. After the kiss, Michael practiced saying, "I'm gay," while looking at himself in the mirror. He practiced without wincing at the awkwardness of such a profound confession. By the time he said, "I'm gay" three times, Michael smiled.
Time went still, and both felines found themselves numb with anticipation. Michael could feel the tiger's strong energy brushing against his body. It was a force of nature that he wanted to harness and live with. Tyler could hear the lion breathing deeply, lying in wait for the tiger's loving touch. At that moment, Tyler laid his paw on Michael, and the lion responded by holding on the tiger with undeniable conviction.
The party resumed, and the booming bass from the stereo rocked the sand beneath the felines' footpaws. Both males already had their fill of the festivities.
"Want to go for a walk?" Michael asked.
"Sure!"
Michael walked with Tyler down the beach while the sun was going down. They walked a mile toward a modestly sized lagoon. They took a stroll off the main path, and found a place -- surrounded by dunes -- that looked private. Once they settled in, Michael nuzzled Tyler, and swooped in for a kiss. Tyler wrapped his arms around the large lion's shoulders, and passionately returned the kiss by opening his maw and letting the older feline's tongue slide right in. Once it was all signed, sealed and delivered, Michael quickly took off his clothes, and stripped down to his diaper. Tyler did the same.
Leading the charge, Tyler leaned his body over Michael's with their diapered crotches touching each other. Unlike Michael, Tyler was obviously wet. The tiger's diaper had a fresh but strong, musky odor which tickled the lion's nostrils, and aroused him. Tyler's diaper was so wet that it wicked and his piss dropped onto the lion's muscular chest. Though it was dark, Michael noticed the tiger's diaper was yellow almost like it was glowing, and the blue-stripe wetness indicators have already faded into a murky, blue blur, which also the big feline's long, suggestive bulge. Michael rubbed the wet diaper, and glided his paws up toward the tiger's fluffy, orange chest.
The two males had passionate intercourse as they basked in the moonlight. The sex lasted for what seemed to be hours, but neither of them cared. Neither of them cared if they party ended and they were stranded on the beach, alone, in their dirty diapers. They didn't care. Their love for each other was unparallel, and not even the most inconvenient earthly distractions could deter them from the sexual thrill. Once they finished, they tossed their diapers aside and snuggled naked under the stars. Tyler rested his head on the lion's chest as they studied the constellations.
"You're not ready for a change, are you?" Michael asked sarcastically.
"Hell no!" Tyler kissed the lion's muzzle before burrowing his head. "How was it?"
"Raw and dirty, just the way I like it."
"It's weird doing it with diapers, I think."
"Yeah, but sometimes weird is okay."
"I suppose you're right." Tyler kissed Michael again.
"I'm going off to college soon," the lion announced.
"Already? But we just met!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll be long gone by late August."
"That's a real shame."
"Yeah, and college is just five minutes away from here."
Tyler slapped Michael on the side of his face for acting dramatic. "Idiot!"
Michael laughed. "Yeah, so far away..."
Michael and Tyler arrived back at the party. People started to leave, and it was steadily approaching midnight. The two felines looked sweaty and disheveled but satisfied. Matt and Devin stood by the bonfire, which lost much of its intensity since it was seen last. Matt saw the felines and waved at them. Tyler waved back, and jogged toward his friends while Michael walked and took his time getting there. When the lion arrived, everyone in the group was smiling devilishly back at him -- and he didn't know why.
"You guys have a good time?" asked Devin, who tried to keep a poker face.
"Yeah, I did," Michael replied. "How about you, Tyler?"
"A bit sore, but I can walk it off."
Matt asked, "Did you... you know..." He made a hole shape with his paws and had his finger going in and out of it.
Michael raised a paw to his face. "Oh God, you told them, Tyler?"
"They already knew."
Michaels eyes opened wide. "For how long?" the lion asked.
"Since I kissed you at the pool," Tyler admitted.
"It's sweet. Now when I call someone a 'queer' and they get mad at me, I can tell 'em, 'I ain't a homophobe. I have gay friends!" Devin joked.
"Oh, please, girlfriend," Matt snarled, and snapped his fingers from side to side. "But yeah, it's cool with us."
"Doesn't bother me... so are we ready to go?"
"You bet!" exclaimed Michael.
When he jumped into Matt's van, Michael stretched his arms and yawned. He subsequently helped the tiger into the van and buckled his seat belt. The lion wrapped his arm around the tiger, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he heard Devin tell them, "Guys, check this out!" Exhausted, the couple rolled out of the van to watch Matt, now only in diapers, squatting down and grunting beside the van. The rest of the party crowd disappeared, and the diapered crew remained to watch the fox humiliate himself.
"If you want me to forgive ya, ya gotta mess that diaper like a baby. Come on, you can do it."
"Oh, shut up!" Matt snapped at the equine while blushing extensively. "Can I have some privacy at least?"
"Yeah right! Let's go. We don't have all night!"
The fox pushed and pushed, and finally he let out a fart. He started to pee in his diaper, and the rest of the group watched as the fox made his diaper soggy. For a few seconds, the diaper dramatically drooped low to the ground -- eventually brushing up against the sand-coated cement of the parking lot. Matt grunted louder and bent his knees lower. He squealed, "Ohhhhhhhhh!" as the back of his diaper expanded out. Once he messed the back of his diaper, he stopped pushing, and let it completely fall into place. Everyone in the group cheered as the fox thoroughly humiliated himself by soiling his diaper.
"Okay, okay! Good! Now suck your thumb," ordered Devin. To the equine's surprise, the fox sucked on his thumb without showing any resistance. "Good boy!"
Matt rubbed his full seat and groaned. "It's not as bad as I thought," the fox observed. "But I need to change."
"I'll take care of that!" Tyler volunteered. "That was hilarious!"
Michael, Tyler, Devin and Matt didn't return home that night. Instead, they pulled over to a nearby campground and slept in nothing but clean diapers while huddled together underneath several tall eucalyptus trees.
It all started at a yard sale when Michael felt he needed to sell some of his prized possessions so he can generate some cash. He found three young men that turned out to be his best friends; one of them became his boyfriend. The moments he shared with his new friends would always be remembered. The lion wanted to cherish every moment he spent with Tyler and his friends, and remember everything so vividly like he was in a movie about his life. He wanted the memories to be so sharp and compelling, that he would never forget them for the rest of his life.
That night, he dreamt that was an old cat, sitting in his rocking chair, telling the story of a young lion who found his way after meeting some very unusual, but wonderfully eccentric friends. In the same dream, Michael told the story of how he met the love of his life to an old male tiger who sat beside him in his rocking chair. The old tiger carefully leaned his muzzle over and kissed Michael on the cheek. The tiger told the lion, "I love you, Mikey. I regret nothing about it."