Page 5 of The Forever Vault

“I can see your dick,” I whispered.

“I can’t help it. I’m committing all of that to permanent memory.”

“Top five?”

“Top three! Easily.”

Not bad for tiny airplane bathroom sex.

The rest of the flight was uneventful. Sean was attentive without being overtly inappropriate, though I saw him scoping out Cam’s bulge a few times. Honestly, it was always hard to miss. Even when he was flaccid, he more than filled his briefs.

After our fuck, he fell asleep and stayed that way the rest of the flight. I spent my time watching the news, looking through the Olympic information Shane had sent me, and playing with the Olympic app. The Olympic Village was built around newly constructed dorms at the University of California’s San Francisco campus. A few new venues had been constructed, including the Olympic Stadium. It would become the new home of the 49ers afterward.

San Francisco had a good transport system, but it wasn’t quite as sophisticated as London. And there wasn’t a huge Olympic complex like at either of the other games. The venues were spread throughout the city, with some as far south as Palo Alto and San Jose. The gymnastics events would be held at the Chase Center, home of the Golden State Warriors.

“We’re here.” I nudged Cam awake.

“Wh-what?”

Fuck. Sleepy Cam was hot. His bed head was my Viagra, and despite having fucked my cum into him three times in the last twenty-four hours, I felt blood rushing to my dick.

“Hope you enjoyed the flight, gentlemen. Good luck, Lucas.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks.”

Sean disappeared into the galley as Cam and I gathered our belongings.

“Someone has a fan,” Cam whispered.

“I think he would’ve taken either of us.”

“Probably at the same time, spit-roasted.”

Now, there’s an image. He did look pretty lean under that button down.

Down, boy.

CALIFORNIA

We didn’t have to wait for our bags or our Uber for long. Despite having been up for almost eight hours, it was still early here. Pacific time. Yay. One of the many reasons to get to the Olympics early. Our bodies could adjust to the time difference.

The driver was pretty friendly. He hadn’t recognized us when we said what we were in town for, and gave us some recommendations for restaurants and other stuff to see. It was nice to see mountains again. I’m sure they were actually hills, but to a Floridian, they were mountains, and while downtown Tampa had some overpasses, it was nothing compared to this. I was thankful to not have to drive in an unfamiliar city.

The UCSF campus was just south of Golden Gate Park, another area of the city where they had constructed a few Olympic venues, including the Aquatic Center used for swimming, diving and water polo. I had read that the university had almost all of its residences demolished to build new ones, and the college hadn’t had to pay for any of it. They’d have entirely new facilities for their students after the games were over.

The driver pulled into the dropoff area and parked. The next stop was already requested, but I wanted to make sure he’d wait.

“We’re just going to say goodbye, if you wouldn’t mind waiting for a minute.”

“That’s fine. The app will figure it out.”

Cam let go of my hand and got out on his side. The driver had popped the trunk. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and pulled my suitcase out of the back. Cam followed me to the sidewalk. The flirtiness of the airplane was gone. Nothing we had done with our dicks could help at this moment. We tried. I tried. But I always knew this was going to be hard.

“Say hi to Orion for me. Hope the babies don’t give you too much trouble.”

My sweet Cam. Putting on a brave face. I knew he was crushed, so I just nodded and smiled.

“I love you. Text me when you get to the hotel.”