The Third Train

Campbell stood on the station platform and looked down at his phone. 4 minutes until the train arrived. He was wearing his clothes again - all of them - but the cum-soaked diaper was still taped around his hips. His day with Harlow was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

"Thank you," Campbell said, because he thought it was only fair to show his appreciation.

"No, thank you," Harlow said, and put a hand on his cheek. "I didn't know how wonderful it would be to have a baby boy like you in my life, and now I'm starting to understand what I've been missing all this time. You have nothing to be ashamed of; I love this part of you."

Campbell nodded shyly. Ever since he started talking to Harlow online, he kept wondering when he would get bored of it. When he'd get tired of taking care of another grown man. When he'd start finding diapers gross. But that was the first time that Campbell considered: maybe, never.

"Next week, same time?" Campbell asked.

"Of course. Get off at the right station this time."

"Oh no!" Campbell smacked himself in the forehead. "I forgot to get more motion sickness meds! This train ride is gonna suck!"

Harlow reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle. They were from his medicine cabinet back home, but the expiration date hadn't passed. He put them in Campbell's coat pocket.

"Keep 'em."

"Thanks. You're such a good Daddy."

Campbell checked his phone again. 2 minutes.

"I hate this part," Campbell said.

"Me too," Harlow sighed. "But we can talk online all week. And hey, next time bring a backpack so you can take a few diapers home."

Campbell nodded. He took a step forward and grabbed onto his Daddy's coat like a little kid. He looked up at Harlow and Harlow looked down at him, and they shared one more kiss. The last kiss of the first date.

In the distance, the sound of a train whistle blew.

[End]