Too Old to be Young - Chapter 3 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 3 – Part 2 of 2

 The women finished their hand and soon began the bidding for the next hand of cards.  When they were done, Pam dropped her cards on the table.  “Bad cards!” she joked.  “Stop dealing me bad cards!”

“They’re better than the ones I had last time,” Lisa told her. 

Pam looked over at Jim.  She saw him reading something from the tablet he was wearing.  “Jim,” she called.  “When he was looking up, she said.  “Please take your underwear off and bring them to the table here.  In fact, please come here first, and then take your underwear off.”

Jim’s stomach was in some major turmoil now, and it hadn’t fully settled down yet after being asked to remove his pants.  He saw all the women staring at him.  Slowly, he set his tablet down and stood up.  He felt like a fool as he walked over to their table where they were playing cards.  None of them took their eyes off him.  He could see the amused smirks on every single face.  He stood at the corner of the table between Jackie and Lisa. 

“Underwear,” Jackie said softly.

Jim stood there for a moment, wondering why he was doing this.  But at the same time, the lurching his cock kept doing gave him the answer.  He slowly brought his fingers to the waistband of his underpants and grabbed them.  Slowly he started bringing them down.  The further down he pulled them, the faster he went, until he finally pulled them off over one high heeled shoe, then the other.  When he stood up straight with his underwear in his hand, he realized he was on full display in front of them.  He couldn’t control the few lurches he felt his cock giving. 

Jackie held out her hand and waited until he had dropped his underpants into them.  She dropped them onto the table where they would be out of the way.  She looked at him and his partially erect cock, noticing that even partially erect, it was a lot smaller than any of the men she had ever seen naked.  “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.  She heard all the women laugh, but Jim just appeared nervous.  She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t leaving yet.  Was he going to go all the way?  She still found it hard to believe that he actually might.  “Stand there,” she told him, then turned to her friends.  “Let’s get back to the cards,” she told them, “or we’ll never get through tonight.”

Jim stood there watching them play their game.  He felt like such a fool.  He wondered why he had gotten himself into this.  He wondered what would happen if he just took off and ran right out the door.  He was tempted to do just that.  He should do just that.  As he contemplated doing it, he heard one of the women say, “It’s got to be the absolute tiniest damn penis I’ve ever seen on a man.”  Jim’s head turned to the woman who had said it.  Beverly.  She wasn’t even looking at him now.

“Looks like it,” Pam agreed as she looked at her cards.

“Small!” Jackie added, looking her cards over too.  “And you all wondered why I wasn’t interested in sex with him?”

“Good decision,” Lisa said.

Jim gulped…as his cock gave another lurch.  If he wasn’t careful, he was going to cum, without even touching it.  He was starting to get to that point.  He glanced again at the door.  It was time to run.  Time to get out of there.

“What did your wife think about you having such a small dick?” Pamela asked.

Jim’s attention was pulled away from the door to the question.  “She never mentioned that it was small.  She always told me it was fine.”

“You must have had a very nice wife,” Lisa said.

“She was.  I loved her,” Jim told her.

“What happened?” Beverly asked.  “She’s not with you now.”

“No.  She died about six months ago.”

“So you moved,” Pam stated.

“Uh…yes.”

The women ignored him for a seemingly long time as they went back to their cards.  Jim again looked at the door.  Should he?  Yes!  He should.  He decided he was going to just leave as fast as he could.  Go to the door, open it and hurry home.  Even practically naked like he was.  Beverly lived across the street, but she was here.  Who would see him?  He was so nervous, though that his feet felt like they were planted to the tile floor he was standing on.  He was going to leave, he was going to go home.  He was just having a bit of trouble getting his feet to move.

“Jim, what are you doing?” Jackie asked, seeing him standing there, gazing at the door.

Jim quickly looked down at her.  He realized all the women were sitting there watching him.  “Uh…nothing,” he replied.

“Good,” Jackie said.  “Go get your diaper, bring it over here, and put it on.  Now!”

If it hadn’t been so long since he had eaten, Jim was sure he would have thrown up. 

“Jim?” Jackie said.  “Why are you just standing there?  This was your fantasy, remember?  This is what you said you wanted.  You’re even still here.  Now walk over to the couch and bring your diaper back.”  She waited a moment.  When he still didn’t move she loudly yelled, “Now!”

Jim jumped and stared down at her.

“Diaper!  Get it!  Now!” Jackie yelled.

Somehow, his feet carried him a lot quicker over to the couch than he imagined they would.  He grabbed the diaper and his feet brough him right back to where he was. 

“Now put it on,” Jackie ordered.

He gulped, but with every eye firmly on him, he stood there and opened the big thick diaper.  He held it up against the back of his waist and brought it through his legs and up in front of him, pulling it hard and tight into his crotch.  He struggled to get the four tapes fastened tightly.  And then he was done.  He had put the diaper on in front of them.

“Interesting,” Pam noted. 

“I expected him to lay down to do it,” Beverly said.

“Me too,” Lisa agreed.

“He seemed to have no trouble at all doing it standing up though,” Pam noted.

“Obviously, he’s had lots of practice,” Jackie pointed out and the other women agreed.

Jackie turned to Jim.  “Jim, there’s a couple of trays of vegies and dip in the refrigerator.  Please get them and bring them here for us.”

Jim was glad for a chance to get away from them and do something else, if even for just a few minutes.  As always, his diaper felt thick and uncomfortable between his legs, but as always it also was stimulating him – tonight, in this situation, more than ever before.

“I can’t believe he’s gone this far,” Jackie whispered.

“But will he go all the way?” Bev asked.

“I guess we’ll see before we go home.  By that time, it will be too late.”

Jim brought the snacks back to the table and set the trays on two of the corners. 

“If you haven’t finished your coffee yet, then do so,” Jackie told him.  “Then get yourself another cup and start drinking.  And that’s not a request.  Then you can sit and read for a while.”

Jim gladly hurried away from the table to grab his coffee cup.  He drained the last of it into his mouth then went to the kitchen to get some more.  His nerves were in fire.  He needed the familiar feel of the coffee cup in his hand, but mostly, he was just glad that he could stay away from them for a while. 

What was he doing?  Was he actually doing this?  This was fantasy!  But was it fantasy anymore?  They were making everything that had once been only fantasy – real!  He took another sip of coffee to try and steady his nerves before he carried his mug back to the couch.  He picked up his tablet and pretended to read, but there was no reading.  His mind was in too much turmoil.  More than once, he glanced longingly at the door.  Why hadn’t he run?  Why hadn’t he gotten himself out of this?  But it was too late now.  He was here, and he already had a diaper on.  Now he just had to manage to get through the rest of the night.  He was already looking forward to going home…not just to get away from the women, but so he could masturbate to an immense climax!  How long was their game going to last?

All night long, the women often either glanced at him or outright watched him.  To Jim, it seemed like every few minutes they would call for him to do something.  More coffee, more snacks.  Several times Jackie told him to get himself another full cup of coffee.  But it was later in the evening when the women started groping the front of his diaper that he figured it out.  They were waiting for him to wet himself.  Finally, as Beverly was groping him, he heard her say, “Not yet.”  He had his confirmation!  They expected him to pee in his diaper while he was still there.

“Get some more coffee!” Jackie ordered.  “And if you’re purposely trying not to wet that diaper while you’re here, think again, because we’re going to start literally pouring that coffee down your throat until you do!”

Jim gulped.  He did have to go.  He’d needed to for some time now.  But still, as she had ordered, he ran and got himself another cup of coffee.  Halfway through drinking it, he couldn’t wait anymore.  He stood up from sitting on the couch and let loose, the immense amount of pee that had built up in him came gushing out.  The absurdity of it and the feeling of it running down inside his diaper added to his sexual excitement.  From the amount that seemed to be coming out of him, he was glad he was wearing the thick diapers.  He was going to need a change now before he went to bed.  When he was done, he looked over at the table and saw all the women watching him.

“Do you always bend your knees a little like that when you wet yourself?” Pamela asked.

Jim was so embarrassed he couldn’t answer.  He felt all around his diaper and around his bare legs.  No leaks…fortunately.  He chanced sitting back down on her couch.  The women all went back to their card game.

It was a while later when Jackie finally said, “I guess that’s it then.”

“I guess so,” Lisa agreed, knowing that Jackie was talking about more then just their card game being over.

Jackie got up from the table and left the room.  She went into her bedroom and grabbed a few things that she had set out on her bed.  She carried them back to the living room and set them on the chair she had been sitting in.  “Jim,” she called.  “Get over here.”  She waited until he was standing in front of her, then she reached out and felt the front of his diaper.  Obviously wet inside.  “Anyone else want a feel?” she asked.  When nobody moved, she said, “Last chance.  Going…going….”  She turned toward Jim.  “Gone!”  She reached down and picked something up from the chair and handed it to him.  “Take your shirt off and put that on,” she told him.

“Jim took it and noticed it was a woman’s one-piece swimsuit.”

“You want me to wear this?”

“Put it on…over your diaper.”

With growing trepidation, Jim removed his shirt.  He stepped into the bathing suit and worked it up over his body.  It was a very tight fit, especially with the bulk of his diaper, but he finally got the straps up over his shoulders.  “Whew!  That’s tight,” he said.

“Good,” Jackie told him.  “Now turn around.”

Turn around?  Jim did as she had said and turned around so that his back was to her.

Jackie grabbed the final thing from her chair.  A piece of thick yarn.  She ran the yarn under both shoulder straps behind his head several times and pulled it tight.  She kept pulling until the straps were touching each other.  Then she tied it off with a knot.  “There, all done,” she told him.

Jim was flabbergasted as he turned around.  His hands went to the back of his head and felt around.  He felt where she had tied the bathing suit straps.  It took no imagination for him to realize, “How can I get it off?”

“That’s the point!” Jackie told him.  “You can’t.  Not till tomorrow when I let you out of it.”

“Tomorrow?”

“What?  Did you think I’d just put a diaper on you and let you go home like that?  Think again!”

Jim wasn’t sure what to think.  “Now go home,” she told him.  “I’ll come by tomorrow morning and let you out of that thing so you can get cleaned up and into a fresh diaper.  Oh!” she said quickly.  “Don’t expect me too early.  Sometimes I like to sleep in.”

One of the women handed him his pants and his tablet.  Dressed just as he was, Jackie pushed him out the door.  He walked home in a daze.

It wasn’t long until he was humping his bed furiously, trying to bring himself to an orgasm.  Between the thick and wet diaper, and now the overly tight bathing suit, he had to work longer and harder to get that orgasm, but when it came, it was a good one.  Afterwards, as always, he hated himself for everything.  Wanting to be done with it all, wanting to get the thick wet diaper off, he tugged and pulled at the tight bathing suit.  But he couldn’t budge the thing, no matter what he did.  Other than taking a pair of scissors and cutting the thing off, he was going to be stuck wearing it all night…until she decided to come by tomorrow and untie it. 

The thought hit him hard.  He was well and truly…stuck!  Just like in his fantasies.