Meetings and discovery of pleasure in diapers
My first meetings:
My first meetings:
During the first thirty years of my life, the only means of communication were the telephone, primitive initially (yes, even in the Paris suburbs I have known the time when we had to call an operator to get the connection to a number) and expensive and the paper based ones, journals and other magazines bought through subscriptions or from press shops, books and specialized guides bought in bookstores or, for the more "naughty" topics in sex shops. Given my education and how shy I was, I would never have thought of nor dared to enter a sex shop any more than to buy one of those "daring" straight or gay magazines which had started to appear in recent years press resellers.
During the first thirty years of my life, the only means of communication were the telephone, primitive initially (yes, even in the Paris suburbs I have known the time when we had to call an operator to get the connection to a number) and expensive and the paper based ones, journals and other magazines bought through subscriptions or from press shops, books and specialized guides bought in bookstores or, for the more "naughty" topics in sex shops. Given my education and how shy I was, I would never have thought of nor dared to enter a sex shop any more than to buy one of those "daring" straight or gay magazines which had started to appear in recent years press resellers.
In 1986, I was 33, the Minitel, this novelty, French-created ancestor of internet, arrived here. The Sex sites were daringly advertising in the Paris metro and train stations including "GAY". My curiosity pushed me to connect to GAY. What a surprise, a shock for me, to see a nickname, "loves to wear diapers". Wouldn't I be the only one? I remained speechless, eager to discover others with the same diapers needs but at the same time terribly shy and blocked when faced with these new possibilities opening to me. Blind about my real sexuality, I remained convinced that I was straight. By only looking to meet men I gave myself the pretext of being less unfaithful to my wife, there again how fool and stupid was I! But at no time did it occur to me to wonder about the real reason for my not looking to meet women. I now know, looking back, that they did not attract me at all.
In 1986, I was 33, the Minitel, this novelty, French-created ancestor of internet, arrived here. The Sex sites were daringly advertising in the Paris metro and train stations including "GAY". My curiosity pushed me to connect to GAY. What a surprise, a shock for me, to see a nickname, "loves to wear diapers". Wouldn't I be the only one? I remained speechless, eager to discover others with the same diapers needs but at the same time terribly shy and blocked when faced with these new possibilities opening to me. Blind about my real sexuality, I remained convinced that I was straight. By only looking to meet men I gave myself the pretext of being less unfaithful to my wife, there again how fool and stupid was I! But at no time did it occur to me to wonder about the real reason for my not looking to meet women. I now know, looking back, that they did not attract me at all.
It will take more than a year for a brief first meeting at Saint Lazare Paris train station with Jérôme, a tall 29-year-old guy, slim and with a hairless body, who did not hide his homosexuality from me. It was not until two years later that we met again for a diaper evening.
It will take more than a year for a brief first meeting at Saint Lazare Paris train station with Jérôme, a tall 29-year-old guy, slim and with a hairless body, who did not hide his homosexuality from me. It was not until two years later that we met again for a diaper evening.
During that evening two years later we diapered each other, fully wet our respective diapers and changed each other, appreciating seeing the other one in just a diaper, but without going further. However, I remains stuck to my memory for ever this beautiful image of him, lying down on his back, his slim and almost hairless body, dressed only in the yellow adult disposable diaper that I had just put on him covering his long straining cock. It made a nice very visible shape under his tight diaper, my lower abdomen, also diapered, had reacted to it being truer to itself than my brain. I am sure Jerome would have liked me to massage the front of his diaper until he came. I know now that I would have liked to do it and him doing the same to me. But I was still totally blocked on this point.
During that evening two years later we diapered each other, fully wet our respective diapers and changed each other, appreciating seeing the other one in just a diaper, but without going further. However, I remains stuck to my memory for ever this beautiful image of him, lying down on his back, his slim and almost hairless body, dressed only in the yellow adult disposable diaper that I had just put on him covering his long straining cock. It made a nice very visible shape under his tight diaper, my lower abdomen, also diapered, had reacted to it being truer to itself than my brain. I am sure Jerome would have liked me to massage the front of his diaper until he came. I know now that I would have liked to do it and him doing the same to me. But I was still totally blocked on this point.
I had other pleasant and interesting encounters during those years, often during my business trips. We diapered and changed each other, rubbing gently our diaper areas, which generated significant excitement, but without going further. Of course, we peed with great abundance in our diapers and sometimes also pooped. Those meetings left me, however, always with a taste of unfinished business, something important was missing.
I had other pleasant and interesting encounters during those years, often during my business trips. We diapered and changed each other, rubbing gently our diaper areas, which generated significant excitement, but without going further. Of course, we peed with great abundance in our diapers and sometimes also pooped. Those meetings left me, however, always with a taste of unfinished business, something important was missing.
I participated in meetings in the Paris region of members of the Baby Cocooning association. I was able to buy waterproof a lot more babyish than those I found in pharmacies and also some baby clothes to my size including my first bodysuits and a very beautiful white romper, which I had dreamed of for a long time, being almost like the one I had worn when I was a toddler. First steps towards my small adult baby side.
I participated in meetings in the Paris region of members of the Baby Cocooning association. I was able to buy waterproof a lot more babyish than those I found in pharmacies and also some baby clothes to my size including my first bodysuits and a very beautiful white romper, which I had dreamed of for a long time, being almost like the one I had worn when I was a toddler. First steps towards my small adult baby side.
I was also looking for boys who liked, like me, to wear shorts over their diapers to spend time together and go out on bike rides or walks in the forest. Being far less numerous than diaper lovers, I however met several, two of whom will completely change my relationships with diapers and with the other ABDLs.
I was also looking for boys who liked, like me, to wear shorts over their diapers to spend time together and go out on bike rides or walks in the forest. Being far less numerous than diaper lovers, I however met several, two of whom will completely change my relationships with diapers and with the other ABDLs.
Summer 1988
Summer 1988
I had just received my long awaited dream of an adult size romper. It had been tailor made for me by the Baby Cocconing Association seamstress.
This part of me that had never grown was allowed to come out again bringing me a real inner peace and balance.
Meeting in the North of France in 1989
Meeting in the North of France in 1989
Enjoyable meeting in the North of France with Pascal in 1989. A few too short hours spent sharing our love for diapers and the "little boy" part of our soul. Lots of cuddles and gentleness and excitement in our diapers, but without going as far as sexual pleasure. We were both blocked on this point.
Discovery of twosome pleasure in diapers - 1991
Discovery of twosome pleasure in diapers - 1991
François and I had already met once, at his home in the East of France. We had changed each other for the night, diapers that we had thoroughly wet. Like me, a former scout, he liked to wear shorts, but we had received the same strict blocking education, which prevented us from going further.
François and I had already met once, at his home in the East of France. We had changed each other for the night, diapers that we had thoroughly wet. Like me, a former scout, he liked to wear shorts, but we had received the same strict blocking education, which prevented us from going further.
One of my professional trips to Loraine (East of France region) corresponded with François travelling back from Paris to his home. I had picked him up outside Paris Gare de Lyon station. Once out of Paris, we stopped in a forest to diaper ourselves, put on waterproof pants for safety and each put on one of the of German leather shorts I had brought with me. We were exactly of the same size. When we arrived at my hotel, several hours later, our diapers were quite warm and wet (they were not as absorbent then as they are now in 2020) but not leaking.
One of my professional trips to Loraine (East of France region) corresponded with François travelling back from Paris to his home. I had picked him up outside Paris Gare de Lyon station. Once out of Paris, we stopped in a forest to diaper ourselves, put on waterproof pants for safety and each put on one of the of German leather shorts I had brought with me. We were exactly of the same size. When we arrived at my hotel, several hours later, our diapers were quite warm and wet (they were not as absorbent then as they are now in 2020) but not leaking.
In the bedroom, I instinctively placed myself behind him, his cute padded bum, clad in one of my favorite leather short, pressed against my lower abdomen. We huddled together.
In the bedroom, I instinctively placed myself behind him, his cute padded bum, clad in one of my favorite leather short, pressed against my lower abdomen. We huddled together.
We felt so good together, we were in a dream, savoring those precious moments of gentleness and sharing what we liked most. Without thinking, I gently started stroking the front of his shorts to feel the thickness of his wet diaper while my other hand caressed his belly and chest. How I loved this softness of the leather and the damp thickness it hid. His smooth and firm body, his chest, his ribs pleasantly disturbed me. I knew his eyes were closed, mine were, and he was enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I quickly felt that in response to my stroking, he pushed his body against my hand while waddling. I felt his cock, hardening under the wet diaper and shorts’ layers, he rubbed with more and more insistence against my hand. Suddenly something clicked open in me, all my inhibitions from my childhood seemed to be gone. My own penis strongly reacted. I hugged François tightly against me, the front of my shorts against his padded bum. Our bodies rubbed against each other faster and faster, the stroking of my hand on the front of his shorts got faster and faster. Our breaths accelerated as our ears buzzed louder and louder. Soon he uttered a deep groan followed by several contractions of his body whilst my own body and mind exploded with the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed , whilst our semen spilled in several powerful spurts into our diapers. We collapsed against each other, surprised and exhausted, amazed by what had just happened to us. For him, as for me, it was a first and an extraordinary discovery. Was he homosexual, I don't know? I never even thought of asking him, but we were so much alike.
We felt so good together, we were in a dream, savoring those precious moments of gentleness and sharing what we liked most. Without thinking, I gently started stroking the front of his shorts to feel the thickness of his wet diaper while my other hand caressed his belly and chest. How I loved this softness of the leather and the damp thickness it hid. His smooth and firm body, his chest, his ribs pleasantly disturbed me. I knew his eyes were closed, mine were, and he was enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I quickly felt that in response to my stroking, he pushed his body against my hand while waddling. I felt his cock, hardening under the wet diaper and shorts’ layers, he rubbed with more and more insistence against my hand. Suddenly something clicked open in me, all my inhibitions from my childhood seemed to be gone. My own penis strongly reacted. I hugged François tightly against me, the front of my shorts against his padded bum. Our bodies rubbed against each other faster and faster, the stroking of my hand on the front of his shorts got faster and faster. Our breaths accelerated as our ears buzzed louder and louder. Soon he uttered a deep groan followed by several contractions of his body whilst my own body and mind exploded with the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed , whilst our semen spilled in several powerful spurts into our diapers. We collapsed against each other, surprised and exhausted, amazed by what had just happened to us. For him, as for me, it was a first and an extraordinary discovery. Was he homosexual, I don't know? I never even thought of asking him, but we were so much alike.
First French ABDL club
First French ABDL club
Petit Pierre's Baby Cocooning Association
Petit Pierre's Baby Cocooning Association
In the United States already existed since the early 1980s, DPF Diaper Pail Fraternity, founded by Tommy from San Francisco, later renamed Diaper Pail Friends. A quaterly letter was sent by post to its members, which included a list of members with details of their sexual tendencies, their tastes in terms of diapers, their addresses (optional) and a short profile. DPF also had a fairly extensive catalog of ABDL diapers, pants and clothing, and organized member-gathering activities, mainly in California.
In the United States already existed since the early 1980s, DPF Diaper Pail Fraternity, founded by Tommy from San Francisco, later renamed Diaper Pail Friends. A quaterly letter was sent by post to its members, which included a list of members with details of their sexual tendencies, their tastes in terms of diapers, their addresses (optional) and a short profile. DPF also had a fairly extensive catalog of ABDL diapers, pants and clothing, and organized member-gathering activities, mainly in California.
In France, towards the end of the 1980s, inspired by DPF, a group of courageous ABDLs led by Petit Pierre founded the Baby Coccooning Association. Same principle, quarterly letter "Le petit journal de bébé" with many articles, stories written by members, photos, meeting announcements, information on available products, etc ... (Today available in electronic format on ABKIngdom), ABDL products catalogs, activities and meetings. A real opening of the ABDL world in France. It was before Internet.
In France, towards the end of the 1980s, inspired by DPF, a group of courageous ABDLs led by Petit Pierre founded the Baby Coccooning Association. Same principle, quarterly letter "Le petit journal de bébé" with many articles, stories written by members, photos, meeting announcements, information on available products, etc ... (Today available in electronic format on ABKIngdom), ABDL products catalogs, activities and meetings. A real opening of the ABDL world in France. It was before Internet.
ABC has been a big help to me. Living all of this hidden, unknown to my family life, was difficult. I even found the courage to organize a weekend at home.
ABC has been a big help to me. Living all of this hidden, unknown to my family life, was difficult. I even found the courage to organize a weekend at home.
When the internet appeared and became more popular in France in the late 1990s, Patrick launched the ABKingdom site, which celebrates its 21st birthday in 2020. I was one of the very first members of the site in 1999. I unsubscribed during the crises that I went through, to re-register for good in 2007.
When the internet appeared and became more popular in France in the late 1990s, Patrick launched the ABKingdom site, which celebrates its 21st birthday in 2020. I was one of the very first members of the site in 1999. I unsubscribed during the crises that I went through, to re-register for good in 2007.
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ABDL week-end in Alsace organized in 1995 by Petit Pierre (Little Peter) and Patrick, two pioneers of the development of ABDL in France. Patrick, who died much to young a few years later, launched the French ABDL web site ABKingdom he also took part, with Petit Pierre in an interview on the French radio about ABDL being both dressed in Adult Baby clothes and a diaper. They showed much courage for our cause.
ABDL week-end in Alsace organized in 1995 by Petit Pierre (Little Peter) and Patrick, two pioneers of the development of ABDL in France. Patrick, who died much to young a few years later, launched the French ABDL web site ABKingdom he also took part, with Petit Pierre in an interview on the French radio about ABDL being both dressed in Adult Baby clothes and a diaper. They showed much courage for our cause.
In the left picture, I am the diaper boy on the left with a hidden face, wearing a well padded yellow disposable diaper, somewhat wet as I can remember.
In the left picture, I am the diaper boy on the left with a hidden face, wearing a well padded yellow disposable diaper, somewhat wet as I can remember.
In the right picture I am sitting on the left at the far back, with folded legs. What a change, how many wonderful discoveries for me over the past ten years then. From thinking I was the only diaper lover, reject of the world, for so long, to meeting a group of friends with whom I could openly share the "little boy diaper lover" me.
In the right picture I am sitting on the left at the far back, with folded legs. What a change, how many wonderful discoveries for me over the past ten years then. From thinking I was the only diaper lover, reject of the world, for so long, to meeting a group of friends with whom I could openly share the "little boy diaper lover" me.
OTHER MEETINGS AFTER 1991
OTHER MEETINGS AFTER 1991
I was able, on numerous occasions, thanks to ABKIngdom to meet other ABDLs, these meetings were finally complete because, although I remained a little boy at heart, they included the search for mutual pleasure in our diapers. Each Diaper Lover, therefore seeking the sexual pleasure associated with diapers, finds it in a different way. For me, it is in a wet diaper that the enjoyment of orgasm is maximum, for other it is masturbation in or outside the diaper, or more. Paraphilie, deviance, yes, but not pervert. Life made me like that, I did not chose to be.
I was able, on numerous occasions, thanks to ABKIngdom to meet other ABDLs, these meetings were finally complete because, although I remained a little boy at heart, they included the search for mutual pleasure in our diapers. Each Diaper Lover, therefore seeking the sexual pleasure associated with diapers, finds it in a different way. For me, it is in a wet diaper that the enjoyment of orgasm is maximum, for other it is masturbation in or outside the diaper, or more. Paraphilie, deviance, yes, but not pervert. Life made me like that, I did not chose to be.
With or without short pants, in baby clothes, with only one diaper, the meetings were multiple and rewarding, always with quality people.
With or without short pants, in baby clothes, with only one diaper, the meetings were multiple and rewarding, always with quality people.
I was still, above all, and remained a "little boy" and preferred meetings with other "little boys", not too tall, rather slim, with hairless or shaved bodies (as babies and little boys should be), cuddly and soft.
I was still, above all, and remained a "little boy" and preferred meetings with other "little boys", not too tall, rather slim, with hairless or shaved bodies (as babies and little boys should be), cuddly and soft.
Great times with my diaper brother Louis at the beginning of the years 2000.
Great times with my diaper brother Louis at the beginning of the years 2000.
Lost of cuddles and pleasure in diapers and Leather German shorts (Kurze Ledder Hosen)
Lost of cuddles and pleasure in diapers and Leather German shorts (Kurze Ledder Hosen)
Cuddles and foundling inside our diapers under our shorts
Cuddles and foundling inside our diapers under our shorts
Such good times sharing who we are and what we love
Such good times sharing who we are and what we love
So many moments of absolute pleasure shared in our diapers and leder hosen
So many moments of absolute pleasure shared in our diapers and leder hosen
What is this well padded pair of shorts hiding?
What is this well padded pair of shorts hiding?
RAFAËL
RAFAËL
Among my fondest memories, remains, as strong as the one of my evening with François, that of a meeting with Rafaël, a young man of 20 in the early 1990s. He liked to wear “little boys” (as opposed to sports) short shorts and was interested in trying diapers. It was his first time ever meeting someone else, he had dared to take the step with me after several careful and respectful telephone discussions. I was careful to come with all my baby equipment, including wipes, talcum powder, cream, a bottle, a pacifier, disposable diapers and waterproof pants.
Among my fondest memories, remains, as strong as the one of my evening with François, that of a meeting with Rafaël, a young man of 20 in the early 1990s. He liked to wear “little boys” (as opposed to sports) short shorts and was interested in trying diapers. It was his first time ever meeting someone else, he had dared to take the step with me after several careful and respectful telephone discussions. I was careful to come with all my baby equipment, including wipes, talcum powder, cream, a bottle, a pacifier, disposable diapers and waterproof pants.
I suggested that he let himself be completely guided but stop me if I left his comfort zone. I gently unhooked the short navy corduroy pants he has put on and make him lie down on his bed. I then slowly removed his briefs and Tshirt. What a beautiful sight that this slim, totally hairless body, angel face and blond hair!
I suggested that he let himself be completely guided but stop me if I left his comfort zone. I gently unhooked the short navy corduroy pants he has put on and make him lie down on his bed. I then slowly removed his briefs and Tshirt. What a beautiful sight that this slim, totally hairless body, angel face and blond hair!
To help him relax completely I close his eyes and stroke his chest, belly, face and legs for a long time, going from his feet to his crotch. I absolutely want my sweet little guy to feel good and this first experience in diapers to be a great one. He seems to shiver with pleasure and his cock sticks out further and further, which I take as a sign of appreciation.
To help him relax completely I close his eyes and stroke his chest, belly, face and legs for a long time, going from his feet to his crotch. I absolutely want my sweet little guy to feel good and this first experience in diapers to be a great one. He seems to shiver with pleasure and his cock sticks out further and further, which I take as a sign of appreciation.
After long minutes I very slowly start to clean his lower abdomen, between his thighs and his buttocks with wipes, I am very careful, anxious not to leave his comfort zone, but he lets me continue. I insist on his erect penis and his testicles. To fully protect my little guy's skin before putting his first diaper on, I cover his diaper area with a copious amount of baby smelling cream, massaging well so that it penetrates his skin then sprinkle a good dose of sweet-smelling baby talcum powder. When I spread the diaper to lay it under his bum, he instinctively lifts it, as if he had never stopped wearing them. Closing the front of the diaper on his lower abdomen, I gently make sure that his penis stretched out to the maximum fits in. At last the tabs are secured in place. A big sigh of well-being comes out of his lips as I gently stroke the bump that lifts the front of his diaper.
After long minutes I very slowly start to clean his lower abdomen, between his thighs and his buttocks with wipes, I am very careful, anxious not to leave his comfort zone, but he lets me continue. I insist on his erect penis and his testicles. To fully protect my little guy's skin before putting his first diaper on, I cover his diaper area with a copious amount of baby smelling cream, massaging well so that it penetrates his skin then sprinkle a good dose of sweet-smelling baby talcum powder. When I spread the diaper to lay it under his bum, he instinctively lifts it, as if he had never stopped wearing them. Closing the front of the diaper on his lower abdomen, I gently make sure that his penis stretched out to the maximum fits in. At last the tabs are secured in place. A big sigh of well-being comes out of his lips as I gently stroke the bump that lifts the front of his diaper.
After having dressed him in his Tshirt and short, the following hours are filled with hugs, several bottles of fruit juice and warm milk. I let myself be guided by him, hoping that these moments are for him those of a very beautiful experience and the discovery of the pleasure of wearing diapers. Suddenly, to my surprise, he takes my hand and slowly directs it towards the front of his shorts "Aren't you going to check my diaper?" he says to me with a small voice. Once his belt and fly unhooked, he once again takes my hand and guides it inside his diaper, which is wet, and places it on his hard shaft. His whole body quivers with pleasure as I hold my breath not knowing how far he wants to go. By small back and forth movements of his lower abdomen, without a word, he makes me understand what he wants. My own body and my lower abdomen, wrapped also in a wet diaper, have reached maximum excitement. My heart is beating fast. My hand gently fondles his little raphael that seems to ask for more, gradually going up an down faster until his lips let out a long groan of pleasure whilst spurt after spurt of semen fill his diaper and cover my hand. I wonder if I haven’t made the most monumental blunder of my life and I look with apprehension at his face, his eyes are shut. But he opens them and one of the most wonderful smiles I have ever seen appeared on his cute face. "Wow, this is extraordinary" "never had I felt such intense pleasure", "thank you, thank you a thousand times".
After having dressed him in his Tshirt and short, the following hours are filled with hugs, several bottles of fruit juice and warm milk. I let myself be guided by him, hoping that these moments are for him those of a very beautiful experience and the discovery of the pleasure of wearing diapers. Suddenly, to my surprise, he takes my hand and slowly directs it towards the front of his shorts "Aren't you going to check my diaper?" he says to me with a small voice. Once his belt and fly unhooked, he once again takes my hand and guides it inside his diaper, which is wet, and places it on his hard shaft. His whole body quivers with pleasure as I hold my breath not knowing how far he wants to go. By small back and forth movements of his lower abdomen, without a word, he makes me understand what he wants. My own body and my lower abdomen, wrapped also in a wet diaper, have reached maximum excitement. My heart is beating fast. My hand gently fondles his little raphael that seems to ask for more, gradually going up an down faster until his lips let out a long groan of pleasure whilst spurt after spurt of semen fill his diaper and cover my hand. I wonder if I haven’t made the most monumental blunder of my life and I look with apprehension at his face, his eyes are shut. But he opens them and one of the most wonderful smiles I have ever seen appeared on his cute face. "Wow, this is extraordinary" "never had I felt such intense pleasure", "thank you, thank you a thousand times".
Before I even react or can say anything, his hand unhooks my own shorts and enters my diaper grabbing my shaft with the same gentleness as I had grabbed his. It does not take me long to reach an extraordinary level of pleasure squirting in my diaper and on his hand, spurt after spurt of my own semen.
Before I even react or can say anything, his hand unhooks my own shorts and enters my diaper grabbing my shaft with the same gentleness as I had grabbed his. It does not take me long to reach an extraordinary level of pleasure squirting in my diaper and on his hand, spurt after spurt of my own semen.
Exhausted but fully happy, it took us a long time, lying next to each other to recover from these exceptional moments. I left him all the diapers I had brought and some waterproof pants. We met again once, another wonderful time together. I know he really liked wearing diapers but have not had any contact with him since. The age difference and the painful crises that I went through afterwards certainly have a lot to do with it.
Exhausted but fully happy, it took us a long time, lying next to each other to recover from these exceptional moments. I left him all the diapers I had brought and some waterproof pants. We met again once, another wonderful time together. I know he really liked wearing diapers but have not had any contact with him since. The age difference and the painful crises that I went through afterwards certainly have a lot to do with it.
I can only wish him to have met in his life, the girl or the boy, that this beautiful little guy with such a wonderful soul deserved and who would accept him as he was. He was an Angel sent to me for a few precious moments.
I can only wish him to have met in his life, the girl or the boy, that this beautiful little guy with such a wonderful soul deserved and who would accept him as he was. He was an Angel sent to me for a few precious moments.
Angelino, a wonderfull encounter and a deep friendship over 13 years.
Angelino, a wonderfull encounter and a deep friendship over 13 years.
Cancer took him away on 26th april 2022, my heart is sad, with a deep sadness that tears me appart.
Cancer took him away on 26th april 2022, my heart is sad, with a deep sadness that tears me appart.
In October 2009, an unexpected message appeared in my inbox on the French ABDL site ABK. It was from a "little" Alf69002. "Hi, wearing short trousers is fun, I am a little boy at heart who wears short trousers and also diapers, I am looking for a friend to play with." This message was going to be the begining of a beautiful story. The first months, the first year were those of discovery, it took time to get to know, to trust each other, the beginning of a strong frienship between two souls mistreated by life. Our path had crossed and we believed that we would now walk together on the same path for the rest of our lives.
In October 2009, an unexpected message appeared in my inbox on the French ABDL site ABK. It was from a "little" Alf69002. "Hi, wearing short trousers is fun, I am a little boy at heart who wears short trousers and also diapers, I am looking for a friend to play with." This message was going to be the begining of a beautiful story. The first months, the first year were those of discovery, it took time to get to know, to trust each other, the beginning of a strong frienship between two souls mistreated by life. Our path had crossed and we believed that we would now walk together on the same path for the rest of our lives.
This wonderful little man, 43 at the time, my little "Angelino" with a physically weak heart, but filled with unlimited generosity, had the body of a fourteen year old, slim, smooth without a single body hair, with a lovely brown fine hair. Asexual, probably the result of being an unwanted child, a broken youth, divorced parents, crushed by a dominating unloving mother, this little man was the joy of life itself, a fighter despite his disabilities always putting the others before himself. From 2012 to 2021, although living 300 miles apart (he lived in Lyon I lived North of Paris) we spent many happy moments and wonderful vacations together, unfortunately 2021 was to be the last ones. He was diagnosed with cancer in October. The disease must have been there for some time but the first signs that something was not right only appeared in June. When diagnosed in October it had already spread to bones, lungs and skin. He fought with so much courage but it was too late and my beloved little Angel passed away on 26th April 2022, at 9:30 am.
This wonderful little man, 43 at the time, my little "Angelino" with a physically weak heart, but filled with unlimited generosity, had the body of a fourteen year old, slim, smooth without a single body hair, with a lovely brown fine hair. Asexual, probably the result of being an unwanted child, a broken youth, divorced parents, crushed by a dominating unloving mother, this little man was the joy of life itself, a fighter despite his disabilities always putting the others before himself. From 2012 to 2021, although living 300 miles apart (he lived in Lyon I lived North of Paris) we spent many happy moments and wonderful vacations together, unfortunately 2021 was to be the last ones. He was diagnosed with cancer in October. The disease must have been there for some time but the first signs that something was not right only appeared in June. When diagnosed in October it had already spread to bones, lungs and skin. He fought with so much courage but it was too late and my beloved little Angel passed away on 26th April 2022, at 9:30 am.
Two years have passed but my heart is still so sad and broken, I shall never forget you.
Two years have passed but my heart is still so sad and broken, I shall never forget you.
Summer vacations with my little Angelino
