I am 26 year old, 135lbs 5'8", decent looking, a hard working guy with my life in order. I am not gay and have never been gay. I love girls and pussy but just never got enough. It is hard getting a good girl to go to bed with you! Therefore, I jerked off at least once a day.
After I graduated college my sexual fantasies and stroke off sessions got more bizarre. It started with lesbian and panty fetishes and developed into strong cravings for humiliation and dark fantasies of submission to strong women and wearing pampers. I just love the shame and comfort of wearing pampers. In the hot summer they absorb the sweat so well and in the cold winter it is so fun to piss in them and feel the warmth around my balls and groin! It got to the point where I was wearing pampers almost all the time. In my fantasies it was what my strict mistress made me do.
I work as the manager at a small HVAC warehouse. I would accept the inventory store it for pick-up and then give it to the buyers, recording the flow of materials and taking payment. Since I was the only worker at this location I would wear my pampers all day every day. I am actually small enough to comfortably fit into the largest children's size of Goodnights. They were just so snug and comfy and hid my boner so well! I would walk around hard most of the day at work and stroke off like crazy as soon as I got home!
It was a slow rainy day about a year ago when Roy walked in to pick up a couple of HVACs and parts. He was a regular customer and I knew him well. I put the units onto his truck with the fork lift and then went with him to get some sticks of solder which were in the back on the bottom shelf. As I was getting back up Roy just grabs my ass and asks point blank, "Are you wearing pampers?"
I was mortified, I was humiliated beyond belief, I don't know why but I answered truthfully as my cock got harder than it ever got before!
"Did you just have an operation, or do you have some kind of medical condition?" He asks me.
I just stood there, beet red and shamed as Roy fondled my pampered ass and then grabbed my groin with the other hand. I could not bring myself to answer him I was so ashamed.
Roy felt my boner as he grabbed my groin and stated, "You wear them for sexual gratification. Don't you!"
I didn't answer but I shook my head yes as Roy fondled my ass and groin. I did not try to stop him. It just seemed like I was in a brain freeze and I just stood there too shocked and humiliated to do anything.
I guess Roy took my freezing as an ok to continue fondling me because next thing I know he has unbuttoned my jeans and puts his hand down the front of my pamper. It set me off and I came instantly all over the back of his hand and my lower abdomen.
"What the fuck?" Roy mumbled as he felt the stickiness on his hand. He pulled his hand out of my pamper and notices the cum on it. His other hand stopped squeezing my ass and now grabs me by the neck.
"You made this mess now lick it off!" He commands.
I don't know why I did it, but I just stuck my tongue out and licked off all of my cum from the back of his hand. It was so humiliating that I remained totally hard in my now sticky pamper. It didn't taste bad and soon I had the back of his hand totally clean.
"I knew it!" Roy exclaimed as he forced me to my knees by pushing down on my neck.
"I made you cum. Now you must return the favor." He commanded as he unbuttoned his jeans with his cleaned hand. As his semi hard cock popped out he said, "You know what to do." He leaned forward some and I just opened my mouth and let him in.
I don't know why I didn't try to stop him. Maybe it was because he was so much older than me or stronger. Roy was probably in his early 50s. He was half a foot taller than me, and probably about 100 pounds heavier, all muscle from a life of installing HVACs. Anyway, here I was on my knees with a big dick in my mouth!