Page 4 of The Forever Vault

“I’m cumming!”

I kept my current pace and watched Cam reach to pull up his shirt as the first blast painted his abs. The spurts kept coming and only took a few more seconds before the first wave of ecstasy crashed down, pushing me over the edge. With each of my deposits, I slammed all the way in until I had nothing left but a shudder.

Cam was panting, trying to catch his breath, barely able to say, “Fuck, that was hot.”

“You think that was? I’ll be hard for the rest of the flight knowing you’re filled up with my cum.”

Cam rolled his head back. “Fuuuck. This is like the dirtiest sex we’ve ever had.”

I pulled my dick out slowly and pushed his shorts and the lube aside to wet a paper towel, attempting to wash my dick as well as I could before pulling my shorts up. I pocketed the lube, then gave Cam some space at the sink.

He exhaled loudly and collected himself. “You think anyone noticed?”

“Would we have done that if we cared?”

Cam shrugged. “I guess not. The price to pay for being a horny twenty-seven year old.”

“For two more months.”

“Why do you have to point out I’m older than you all the time?”

“Maybe I like ‘em older.” I gave his neck a nuzzle and a little lick.

“Hmm. I bet. All those guys you see behind my back, right?”

I mock-gasped. “You know about them?”

He shoved me back against the wall. “You dick. Are you ready? I’ll go first, then you can come a bit later.”

“Isn’t that what I just did?’

“You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

Cam paused - “Fuck yeah, I do,” - then popped the door open just a bit.

“Warm washcloth?”

Fuck!

Sean was holding a washcloth in front of Cam’s face. “Uh, thanks.” He grabbed it, then shut the door behind him. I locked it.

He was probably listening the whole time.

I was sure he didn’t get paid enough to deal with this. But maybe he enjoyed it? Surely, this must happen all the time. I rechecked my reflection in the mirror. Yup, sex face. Definitely sex face. Whatever. I was nervous to get caught before, but now that we had successive fan-fucking-tastic orgasms, I didn’t care anymore.

I opened the door. It looked like a washcloth for me too. I smiled, said, “Thank you,” and then dared to look him in the eye.

“Wish I could be of more service,” Sean said, glancing down at my crotch.

I bet you do, you dirty minx.

Cam and I weren’t ones to fool around with other guys. We had tried something with a masseur a few years back, but it was clear we were too possessive of each other. Heavy flirting was about all we could handle. Colton and Zephyrus were fun to hang out with, and Ty and Declan as well, but other than some naked vacations, and some voyeurism shit, we never added a third.

“Uh, thanks.” I handed him back the washcloth I had only used on my hands. I wasn’t sure what he expected. Was I supposed to pull my shorts down and swipe my cock in front of him?

I made my way back to the seat where Cam had his head back and eyes closed. He wasn’t worried about hiding the tent in his shorts.