Kilts and Nappies

Kilts & Nappies

A few weeks back my partner and I were lying in bed one morning when we got talking about what turns us both on. Not that this isn’t a regular topic of conversation but the previous night we’d watched a programme about Scotland and I commented on how sexy and overtly masculine I thought the guys looked in their kilts. There was some kind of military tattoo going on, so the marching bands and soldiers all looked pretty hot in their traditional tartan dress.

James, my partner, asked if it was because of the accepted belief that all those guys weren’t wearing anything under their kilt that I found so exciting. I replied that I appreciated swinging genitals as much as the next homo but I found the idea of them actually wearing something covering those bits even more of a turn on. James thought for a moment and then started to list the things that he would find sexy. He loved the idea of an entire regiment of hunky, young, fit soldiers wearing jock-straps under the kilts. As a sportsman himself, he’s always had a thing about that particular piece of sportswear. Then he got more excited as he thought about leather jocks… or shorts, or briefs… I could see his mind was beginning to work overtime as he was getting himself quite aroused. The thought of their kilts swirling up to reveal leather undies… yep, that got him real excited. What’s more, with the duvet cover thrown back revealing his sexy, slightly tanned, hunky body, there is no denying the fact that my lovers is one sexy dude. There was also no denying the fact that his night-time nappy was bulging at the notion.

Night-time nappy! Perhaps a brief explanation is required. Yes? A few weeks ago we’d been reading about ADBL and the idea so appealed I was desperate to give it a go. Although we now wear nappies to bed some nights (it’s one of the many ‘interests’ we have in different ‘bed wear’), I am more keen on this particular fetish than he is… he goes along with it because it turns me on as I snuggle up to him bulky nappy to bulky nappy. I also get a kick out of seeing my hunky boyfriend wearing a tight fitting disposable and a pair of plastic pants. It’s not like we do anything in them, well not yet, though I don’t think that side of it appeals to him at all, but just seeing him looking so butch and so vulnerable is such a turn on.

However, nappy apart, I could see, after some thought, James liked the way my mind was going because his eyes suddenly lit up as he digested the idea. As he mused on each sexy item that took his fancy, he absent-mindedly stroked the thickly padded material and became more excited than ever. I let him get most of his thoughts off his chest before I countered with the fact that I’d like to see something a bit… well… kinkier.

For a start, I wanted to tame all that budding masculinity. Keep that entire macho look on the outside but to even things out a bit have them wearing a well-cushioned nappy underneath. The thought of leather (and several other slinky materials he suggested later) was now abandoned as I expanded on my nappy train of thought. He was literally licking his lips as I told him how I’d like to put all the guys in different coloured satin or silk or plastic or rubber slinky nappy covers so that the padded fabric would grip and mould around their bottoms, whilst emphasising their bulging, but unobtainable, assets.

Think how much fun it would be to see a line of sexy, military guys parading (or perhaps that should be waddling) around when a sudden gust of wind would send their kilt fluttering upwards revealing all. You could have all the regiments colour-coded so their thick coverings complemented their tartan. Mmmmm, now both our minds were racing. I wanted to take the younger recruits, who would of course be equally as hunky but perhaps just not as disciplined, and slip them into thicker nappies and cover them with overtly frilly or cartoon character plastic pants. Why my mind should have gone down that route I have no idea but the thought was turning me on more than maybe it should. Possibly, I just wanted a little touch of babyishness under those unbelievably manly looking kilts. The idea of tightly-fastened, double-thick nappies seemed to fit the bill… maybe the sucking on tartan dummies would be better than the drone of bagpipes.

As I continued to explain how each hunky soldier would look underneath his swaying tartan uniform, James was on his iPad searching online to find tartan plastic pants. He has since become as obsessed with the idea as I am and our evening nappy routine has taken on a more exotic, colourful and cushioned aspect as we now pad-up on a more regular basis. The kilts had inspired this desire but now it’s all about the thickness of the padding and the silky sheen of the sexy plastic pants. Our nocturnal fun often spills over into the day and we dare each other to wear this ultra-thick padding out in public.