I was a pretty normal guy. 28, straight-ish, but kinky, and occasionally liking a bit of dick.
I’d met up with a few guys over the years, but I had a whole new fantasy to play out, and this time it was someone much older. He told me he was about 50, maybe 52, but never really expanded. His cock looked perfect for me, and the first few times we met it seemed pretty normal. I’d suck him off, and he’d cum in my throat and tell me I was such a good boy.
Then, he asked me to wear diapers the next time we met. I was a bit weirded out, but something in the back of my head told me I wanted to be his Good Boy, so I did. This time, though, we just hung out; or so I thought. I kept drinking water, the only beverage available, and eventually became desperate for the toilet. He kept telling me to just hold it, to just stay sat there and he’d take me to the toilet in a minute, until finally I couldn’t. At the time, I was ashamed, I pissed myself in front of Mike, and all I’d wanted was to be his good boy.