Page 3 of The Forever Vault

“Not here, Cam!” I managed to get out. “The bathroom on the right. Meet me in a minute. Knock twice, I’ll let you in.”

“You sure?”

“Better than in front of everybody!”

“Aren’t two guys in the bathroom kind of obvious?”

“Now, you’re bashful?! I don’t think Sean is going to give us any problems. He probably would either watch or participate, and the other first class passengers are asleep or watching TV. No one will care.”

“Who’s Sean?”

“The flight attendant that’s been undressing us since we left Tampa.”

“Oh.” Cam smiled, before whispering, “I kind of like the idea of him knowing.”

I gave him a kiss and headed to the back of the first class cabin. As I waited for Cam, I had a slight moment of panic that he might knock on the other bathroom door, but my worries were misplaced. I heard two knocks and cracked the door. It was Cam.

“Hey, got a dick in there for me?” Cam giggled.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but my dick responded for me. Cam slipped in and immediately cupped my bulge through my shorts. He maneuvered around me, pushing me against the door, as he took a seat on the toilet lid.

In mere seconds, my shorts were on the floor and his mouth was wrapped around my dick. Cam was a natural from the start, but he had perfected his technique with some coaching over the years. While he still couldn’t deep throat, he knew exactly how rough he could be with my junk and that knowledge was paying off. I could feel my balls tightening already. When his other hand made its way up my inner leg and a finger snaked its way to my hole, I about lost it.

“I’m gonna nut if you don’t stop, Cam. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He smiled, then fished something out of his pocket.

Travel lube.

He stood up, handed me the lube, pulled his shorts off over his sneakers, and tossed them on the sink. And then, in a way only a gymnast could, braced himself against the wall and brought his feet up and around to rest on the angled ceiling over his head. It was like something from a Spider-man porn parody and my dick approved. Having a thing for Tom Holland may have helped.

Cam’s hole was ready and waiting at the perfect height. Quickly, I slathered my dick with lube and squirted some on his hole, pushing a few slicked-up fingers inside of him. I watched him squirm. His dick flexed with each ingress.

“Fuck me.”

I tossed the lube onto his shorts and moved closer, positioning my dick perfectly before pushing in. I knew after last night he was loose, so as soon as my head breached his muscle, I pushed the rest of it all the way.

Cam’s eyes rolled back and his legs dropped from the angled ceiling to my shoulders. I wrapped my left hand around one for leverage and started pistoning in and out, making sure to slam in hard. Cam liked it like that, and I liked hearing the sound of my balls slapping against his body. They liked it rough too.

“Mmm,” Cam moaned.

“Not - so - loud.” I said between thrusts.

“Can’t help it! Ah!” Unintelligible noises. “You’re hitting the right spot.”

Cam tried to reach for his dick, but he’d start slipping down the wall if he let go on either side. After two failed attempts, I said, “Here, let me.”

I stopped thrusting for a few seconds. That gave me enough time to push his left leg off my shoulder and brace his foot on the sink before I started pounding him again. My right hand was free to wrap itself around that which gave me more orgasms than anything else. The cock of my dreams.

It surprised me a bit when Cam wanted to get fucked again, especially since we did just that the night prior, but I wasn’t going to question it. And not that I was keeping score, but his cock had been inside me way more times than the other way around. Honestly, I’d take sex any way I could get it. And while I would never admit it to him - not wanting to take away his enjoyment of being on the receiving end - I much preferred being on the bottom. Kneeling on all fours with Cam pulling my hair as he literally forced the cum out of my dick via pummeling my ass was my heaven.

“Harder! I’m close.”

Brought back to the moment, I renewed my pelvic intensity and focused on the cock in hand.

“Ah. Aaaah. Fuck me! More! Fuck the cum out of me.”

At this point, someone had to have heard the sound my balls were making, but I gave zero fucks. Well, I gave one fuck. To Cam. What seemed like the fuck of our lives.