Page 32 of First Class Feelings

I hold the bottle for him until he finishes. “Better now, little one?”

He nods instead of answering.

“You want to go back to play?”

He shakes his head as wrinkles form between his brows.

I think through what might be stopping him and that’s when it hits me. “Do you need to potty?”

His response comes a little slower this time, in the form of a cautious nod.

Smiling, I tell him, “Then let’s get that taken care of. Once you’ve pottied, we’ll put a diaper on you so you can keep playing without worrying.”

Bram leaves his seat to approach us. “I’ll show you to your room where the clothes and supplies Edward requested are. He'll change too while you’re gone.”

He leads us to a room a few doors down from where we were. As soon as he’s gone, I usher my boy into the attached bathroom.

“Do you need Daddy to help you?” I ask gently. “I don’t mind.”

His nod comes quickly, as though he doesn’t even question this.

I tug his jeans open, then ease his cock free. With one hand loosely wrapped around it, I aim towards the toilet.

“Let go, little one. Time to potty.”

The way he goes lax against me is addictive. I love how effortless it is for him to let go.

Once he’s done, I tuck him away again, then wash our hands together at the sink. “Time to get changed,” I say as we move back into the bedroom.

There’s a walk-in closet off to the side. It’s where Bram said I’d find what I need.

Sure enough, it’s stocked full of everything I might want. I grab the diaper bucket, which has not only the diaper itself but the creams and powders I’ll need. Then I move to look at the outfits.

This is a harder task. My boy really enjoyed the pink, frilly swimsuit from the party. But I’m not sure if it’s what he’ll want today.

I shuffle through fabric until I reach one I hope he’ll like. The onesie may not be as bright and pink, but it definitely has something he likes on it.

“Daddy has everything we need here, little one,” I say when I return to the main space. He looks over the items in my hands, a wide smile building with each new piece he spots.

After instructing him to lie back, I strip him until he’s naked. Then I go about securing him in the softest diaper known to man. At least, that’s what it feels like.

My boy lights up with every second that passes. By the time the taco covered onesie is zipped all the way up, he’s a giggling, adorable mess.

“Time to go play with our friends,” I tell him. Then I take his hand and lead him back down the boat and into the play area.

Hours pass as the boys play. Bram and I discuss our lives in Bellport and how we can make it so we can meet up more often.He offers to let us come to his home since he has a dedicated play space for when Edward visits.

I’m still not sure what those two are. Taking someone on vacation with you, buying them everything they want, and having a special room just for them feels very much like Daddy behavior. And yet, the pair only acts as friends in front of us.

It’s a mystery.

By the time evening rolls around and Paolo comes to tell us it’s time to depart, it’s been the perfect day. Foster is reluctant about changing back into his big clothes, but Bram telling us to keep the supplies and taco onesie are enough to cheer his mood. We pack it all into a bag before taking off to the mainland with promises to keep in touch with both men.

CHAPTER 13

Foster

I have the best Daddy in the entire universe.

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