This story is a work of fiction concocted by my fantastical brain. None of the characters or events are based on reality, and any resemblance to real people or places are purely coincidental.
Also, this story has quite a bit of storyline to it, so if you’re expecting to start reading this story and get off from reading part one, pick a different story. This story is written from the heart and mind, not the genitalia.
Flakes -(A Straight/Gay/Bi/ABDL/Daddy/LG/TG Story)-
Part One
Seth
I could feel myself zoning out as the walls of white floated by me endlessly at a steady pace of 30 mph. I stared straight ahead through a valley in my knuckles as my hand rested lazily on the steering wheel, reluctantly responding to the need to pull the car in one direction or the other as to prevent us from plummeting to our deaths in an unsatisfying state of irreconcilable boredom.
I know I sound dramatic, but he’d been sleeping almost all day, as well he should have been... He’d driven for 16 hours yesterday let me sleep last night. But I just couldn’t bring myself to lip-synch my way through 40 oz. to Freedom again without falling asleep halfway. I noticed there were a few more trees around than there had been for the last hundred miles or so. I also noticed that it was snowing heavily up here and that we weren’t gonna make it there on time unless we were prepared for it.
Nothing of a welcome as we began the last leg of our trip, except for a simple road sign that read:
BURNTWOOD MOUNTAIN
We’d been ascending these mountains for a good portion of the day and by 9pm we were only just reaching the base of mountain that was home to our lovely adventure.
The plan was that all of us would travel separately and arrive whenever, since we were putting everything on the line to come up here and live a life we’d all been craving for a long time. Micah would be waiting for us after he got out of work to lead us up to our cabin.
The road widened and went from being a windy climb to a solid straightaway as i let off the accelerator and reached for my phone to text Micah and let him know we were getting closer.
@ FOOT OF BDUB NOW. PULLING OVER FOR CHAINS.
As I held the phone is my hand waiting for the message to leave the outbox, I spotted a small rest area that had been recently plowed out. ‘As perfect a spot as we’re gonna get to do this...’ I thought as I flicked on the turn signal and pulled into the parking lot. I popped the trunk and stepped out, letting the Caddy idle as I reached into the back of the car to retrieve the tire chains that we would undoubtedly need in order to get where we were going.
Evan groggily stepped out of the car, zipping up his coat as he approached the rear of the car to help me wrap the chains around the tires. It took us a few tries to get the chains on, but once they were on, we stood back and admired our handywork. Evan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly from behind as we watched the exhaust pour out of my car’s tailpipe. What we were really doing was thinking about how we were finally here. Our new life was about to begin and we were going to try and enjoy every minute of it. Evan took a step back and I heard the sound of a lighter trying to light in the cold. After several attempts, a flame was made.
I smelled that familiar scent as Evan exhaled the smoke he pulled out of the joint that was now being handed to me. He pulled me back in for a warm hug, keeping at secure grip on me for the time being. I hit the joint and stared at the vehicle that we had driven all the way from Pennsylvania. It was a 1992 Cadillac DeVille that my great-aunt gave me the year before after she’s suffered a stroke. The car was a faded “medium sapphire blue metallic” color that had held up surprisingly well over the years. A flowmaster exhaust rumbled softly against the snow...
There were Burton, Salomon, and North Face stickers, as well as other various ski and snowboard company logos and a few band stickers pasted haphazardly throughout the exterior of the car. A sizable roof-rack adorned the top of the car and had two snowboards and a set of skis locked in, surrounded by weatherproof luggage carriers strapped on for dear life.
The wheels were fitted with snow tires, and now with chains to assist this “lead sled” in making it to the top of Burntwood Mountain. Ready for the final leg of the journey, I spun around in Evan’s arms and stood on my tippy-toes reaching up for a kiss. We stayed there for about a second before we broke our embrace and returned to the welcoming, leather-wrapped warmth of the car.
I grabbed the shifter and pulled it down into 2nd and crawled out onto the road, barely even feeling the chains on the tires of the heavy, little beast.
“You should probably text Micah and let him know we’re close.” Evan suggested.
“Already did.” I replied with a responsible smile. Evan re-lit the joint we’d neglected to finish in the cold parking lot, and reached to push the cassette tape back into the deck. I rapidly put my hand on his arm to stop him.
“What?” He asked, slightly puzzled.
“Can’t we listen to the radio?” I pleaded, giving him some pathetic puppy-dog eyes.
“Sure babe. Did you see any signs for any colleges on the way here? We were supposed to pass a bunch of them as we were coming into Colorado.” He grabbed the knob and started tuning away, looking for a good, reliable college radio station.
We struck gold when we heard Temper Trap and suddenly the radio appeared to have been piping, judging by the speed that Evan pulled his hand away. The rest of the drive to the main event known as “Burntwood Cabins Trails” (or, B-Dub for short or referring to it in a humorous fashion) was predictably monotonous.
I began to daydream about what was going to happen first, but it actually led me to start stressing over how much work it was going to be to get our business up and running as quickly as we needed to. Evan looked like he was about nod off again when he quickly jerked into a state of alertness and almost shouted over the music,
“We’re gonna turn left up here, babe.”
I was startled out of my own reverie and trained my eyes on the left side of the road, trying to see through the storm. It came upon us quickly, but the road appeared and I steered the car onto a road that led further up the mountain. There were signs that surely indicated where this road was leading, but I couldn’t read what their snow-covered faces were trying to tell me. Evan sat up straight and held his phone in his hand, glancing at the navigation app we trusted to lead us there, and looked much more alert as we prepared to reach the next checkpoint.
We then felt a mutual warmth and we both gestured towards the dash as to shut off the heater because the car was starting to roast. I supposed it was because I knew we’d be putting our coats back on soon, and when i thought of it, I thought of Evan’s big, warm winter coat and how warm it felt when he put his arms around me. The very idea made me sweat.
“Micah’s off of work now and he wants to know if we’re hungry and wanna eat in the lodge, or head straight up to the cabin?” Evan asked, knowing my answer already.
I leaned over and whined,
“I just wanna GETTT THEEERRRRE...” and looked at him with an upside-down, squinty-eyed, impatient expression and started giggling. He went ahead and texted Micah back, telling him we weren’t going to eat in the lodge tonight.
I had only spoken to Micah a few times since high school, but he is Evan’s cousin and we all trusted him. This was pretty much all his idea I think. All I knew about him was that he has a surfers body and long curly hair and works in the kitchen at the lodge. Evan put all the trust in the world into this guy, and I had never held one normal conversation with him. He seemed intelligent but he was known for doing stupid things in the past, especially on a snowboard, so let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with putting all my eggs in this basket... But Evan had a steadfast faith in this idea and he wasn’t giving up on this dream that some of us were struggling to hang on to.
We drove up to the front gate and slowed down to buy parking or whatever we needed to do. The guard waved us through and I pressed the gas, puzzled.
“Must be expecting us.” Evan said casually. Through the snow, you could start to see the mountain’s true majesty and general world-class ski-resort prowess. There were light towers that stretched high into the fuzzy, dark expanse of the sky. We couldn’t see that far up the mountain, but the base of the slopes and trails stretched on around the corner without visible end. Then Evan’s phone vibrated.
“Alright, he’s coming down soon.” Evan said as he did sort of a half-assed point towards the stairwell that we were idling across from. Suddenly, a man with a ponytail in a button-down t-shirt, sporting a power-tie and a pair of Versace frames came flying down the stairs, power-tie stringing along behind him. He was carrying a backpack over his shoulder and started to light a cigarette when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He hit the pavement and slowed to a walk, raising his hands up at his sides.
“Heeeeeeeeeey Cuzzin!” He yelled at the car, as I swiftly noticed that Evan was getting out to greet this business man, his cousin Micah. He proceeded to look for a way to make room for himself to sit in the back. Evan was eager to assist him. They moved a couple of things and without talking, decided what they were going to do.
“Yeah over by that Beemer.” He pointed over to his seafoam-green 540i with 20 inch rims and tinted windows, that as we got closer sported some whit graphics underneath all the snow, of what I had no idea. I stopped the caddy and he arbitrarily pulled a suitcase and my guitar case out and put them in his trunk that was already pretty full of snowboarding equipment.
“He’s riding with us?” I asked, not really annoyed, but already put off by the fact that my guitar was being replaced by a passenger, not quite as sentimental to me.
“I guess so. He’s not going anywhere in that street rod.” Evan mumbled as Micah reached for the door and let himself in and get warm.
We were still kinda restful from the long car ride, but Micah was still intense and full of energy when he got in my car I kinda wanted to scream.
“Hey Seth! How’s it goin man?” He said loudly as he settled in, handing me the cigarette that turned out to be pretty fat joint. I no longer wanted to scream. I gladly received the joint before I could take a puff, I responded to his question.
“Tired. Reeeeeeeally tired.” I looked for his eyes in the rearview mirror so I could more directly engage him in conversation. I drew in a slow hit because I wasn’t sure what I was in for. It seemed pretty smooth so I held it, and as soon as I found his eyes in the mirror, they were moving back and forth in his head, which was shaking “no” at me, and the reason for this was now occurring to me.
My lugs felt like they had collapsed and I started coughing uncontrollably. I passed off the joint to Evan as quick as humanly possible so I could concentrate on my urgent need for oxygen. My next idea was to put the window down, so I hit the switch letting in the cold air and snow.
“Sorry bro. Forgot to mention that this shit’s high octane! HA HA HA” He laughed obnoxiously at the joke I should have found funny, and probably would, once my sight returned to me.
“So howw was the drive, man?” He asked, expecting it to be the most intense adventure we’d ever been on, when really it was the most boring 3 days of my life.
“Long... Very long.” Evan resolved. “Very long, but very relaxing.” He said. The words caught me off guard, because I hadn’t looked at it that way. I was kinda missing the point the whole trip... but then I looked over at him he smiled at me warmly and grabbed my right hand that I had rested helplessly on the leather that softly encased the empty space between us on the middle of the bench seat. Just then, I got the point.
The two of them discussed some mundane details of the trip, like how many times we had to stop for gas and if we saw any logging trucks leaving this area. I stayed out of the conversation and tried to get ahold of myself. Before I could even put the car in gear, I did my little mental checklist that I did every time I started driving somewhere. Seatbelts, check. Music... check. Doors and trunk closed, check. Nothing on the roof, I brushed my left hand through the snow absent-mindedly and rolled the window back up once I concluded that my roof was clear of all coffee cups and textbooks.
I took my coat back off since we had more driving to do and and made sure I was comfortable. I took some deep breaths and then shifted my weight in my seat, now realizing my diaper was completely soaked.
Part Two
Seth (continues)
...It must have happened when I was coughing. I wasn’t so much concerned about “when” so much as I was about “what now?”
I was worried that I would leak all over my pants and my seats and I was suddenly obsessed with the query of “how long until we get there?!?”
I wasn’t about to draw undue attention to myself, so I waited for a polite point of interjection. Meanwhile, I tuned in on their conversation.
“You can’t honestly tell me you drive that thing all year round. No fuckin way.” Evan leapt into debate with his cousin over the validity of a claim he thought to be preposterous. Micah, protected by the nourishing calm of truth, stated several times what his car was capable of, even though it was rear-wheel drive as opposed to front, or all-wheel. This was a concept that Evan was unable to let himself grasp.
As I I listened, I realized that I was about to bear witness to an eruption of stupidity, thinly veiled as a philosophical debate, revolving around fact vs. opinion quarrel that would be settled within hours pending arrival of such truth. The boys’ voices trailed off and I was caught in reverie once again. Tired, bored, high, soaked. I wanted to be anywhere but that car, but I was irreconcilably trapped in my wet diaper until we reached the cabin. My mind wandered into the past.
I imagined myself holding on for dear life as the wind whipped by. My head was ducked down and tucked into his back, trying to reach my hand which struggled to close the visor on my helmet. As we came to the end of the straightaway, he slowed down rapidly and he lazily twisted to the right and zipped into the residential area. I liked it when he slowed down and I could just relax and hold onto him because I wanted to, not because my life depended on it.
Yep, the Ninja was one of the things he gave up to come out here. I often thought,
‘I miss it like crazy, but maybe we’ll have that again... up here.’
I wanted Evan to be right about all of this. I felt like what I left behind was nothing compared to the sacrifices he made to make this happen for us. My mind drifted back to the state of my diaper. It was starting to feel uncomfortable and I started to feel cranky. I was just about to open my mouth and complain when we reached the bottom of a tall hill that had a long driveway leading up to a gigantic cabin, nestled comfortably in the tree line.
“We’re here” I smiled widely, holding back tears as I struggled to recognize our promised land.
My joy was cruelly stifled when we reached the driveway and realized there was two feet of snow blanketing the property, the driveway included.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me...” I uttered hopelessly.
“You were expecting it to be plowed? Dude, the grass underneath that snow was three feet tall this summer!” Micah laughed, I cried. I was starting to feel like I had no idea what we were really getting into, and to make matters worse, I could feel that my pants were indeed soaked and I was not looking forward to be out in the cold.
“That’s like 500 feet! Uphill! In TWO FEET of SNOW!!!” I whined disparagingly and Micah chuckled and mumbled something incoherent and reached for the door handle.
“You guys are lucky I brought my plow and my sled up here.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a couple of two-way radios, set the channels, dropped one into Evan’s lap, and stepped out of the car, bidding us a brief “BRB.” before he closed the door behind him.
“BRB?” Evan asked, making fun of his cousin. Then he pressed the push-to-talk button and we heard an obnoxious ‘blip’ that signified the start of the transmission.
*BLIP* “What do you want us to do?” We could hear Evan’s question coming across Micah’s radio outside the car. Clearly he hadn’t gotten very far in the deep snow yet.
“One bag each for the night. Sit tight for now, try to stay warm.” He spoke with brevity, in between strategic breaths as he hiked up the long steep hill. Evan pressed the button down to acknowledge.
*BLIP* “ ‘Kay.”
“YUR gay.” Micah shot back, messing around.
*BLIP* “O-KAY, I said. O-KAY!” Evan laughed softly and then noticed me trying to get his attention, at which point, he leant it to me.
“I am soaked.” I admitted to him, looking for a suggestion of any kind. He glanced into the back seat to make sure that my diaper bag hadn’t been one of the ones charitably relocated to Micah’s BMW. He grabbed it and shot a paranoid glance out the window to make sure Micah was out of sight.
He pressed himself up against the door, giving me room.
“ ‘K, lay down.” He instructed. I took my boots off and picked my legs up onto the seat and sat back against my door, sliding my butt toward him enough so he could change me. It was a little cramped but I was desperate to get out of my wet diaper. However, it definitely wasn’t the first time I’d been changed in the car.
He started unbuttoning my jeans and pulled them off quickly, but gently. He then noticed the two tell-tale crescent moons on the seat of my pants.
“Oh wow, you really are soaked! Couldn’t hold, huh?” He asked sympathetically.
“I was coughing pretty hard before, remember?” I recalled the terrifying, unexpected sensation.
“Huh... yeah.” He said sort of under his breath, unbelievably as he absently went into the diaper bag and pulled out wipes, powder and, a clean diaper. He folded up my jeans and pulled out the spare pair of jeans I always kept, just in case. He popped the tapes off and opened up my soggy diaper and immediately started wiping me down. I was feeling so paranoid that Micah was going to come back and catch us mid-change, but i stared at Evan pensively trying to keep my mind off of it.
He slid the fresh diaper under my booty and pulled the wet one out from under me and rolled it up, placing it in a plastic shopping bag, tying it up, and stowing it back in the diaper bag. He finished wiping my booty down and then sprinkled on just enough powder that it didn’t make the car smell like a nursery. When he was finished with the powder, he put it away and pulled the front of the diaper up and taped it on snugly, smiling sweetly at me and then leaning in to kiss me when he was done.
I was so happy to be in a fresh diaper to begin with, when he kissed me it sent me reeling with ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to be in our warm bedroom in the cabin, cuddling and reveling in the freedom of lodging. He then handed me my jeans and went on to put everything back behind my driver’s seat.
I slid my jeans back on and then my boots, taking my time with the laces. The bedroom fantasy that was trying to play in my head was becoming cruel irony as I was suddenly reminded of our current, cramped situation. I slid my butt across the bench towards Evan and we wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him and held me tight.
Before too long, we heard Micah’s snowmobile fire up and in no time, we saw his lights approaching us.
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