Page 118 of The Forever Vault

“Well, that’s settled. Anyone else coming?”

A few bits of laughter resulted from that question and it was Austin who answered. “We might have to come another time. I’m not sure that’s somewhere I should be taking private security.”

“He can still come,” Ezra said. “He would certainly look nice in a harness.”

I wasn’t sure Folson was somewhere Luke and I should be either, but the next day, there we were. I wasn’t ashamed or anything, but hopefully attendees would be mindful with their cameras. I didn’t want a photo of Luke and I watching dudes fuck in public to go viral. Not quite the wholesome image USA Gymnastics would support, but this was San Francisco. And we were gay. If it happened, it happened.

Luke and I wore matching jock outfits. We both went commando under too-small see-through white shorts from Rufskin. The kind that had the side cut-outs almost up to the waistband. It was the next best thing to being completely naked, which was not something we’d do in this public of a space. Running shoes and backwards Stallions baseball caps finished the look. His was red, mine was black. We had slathered the sunscreen on earlier.

“You guys are adorable,” Ty said.

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied.

Ty wore sandals and white lycra leggings and that’s it, other than a rainbow armband on his left bicep. His hair was tied back, falling well beyond his shoulders now. It was the longest I had seen it. He was also still wearing the cage. The lycra didn’t hide anything. I said a silent thank you to the universe that Zeph didn’t draw attention to it and start shit. I would’ve told him to shove it.

Let he who is without kink cast the first kink stone.

Declan wore a white leather harness across his broad chest and loose-fitting athletic shorts that did little to hide his massive member that snaked its way down one leg of the shorts. Pressed against the flimsy fabric, it jiggled with every step. Like the rest of us, not naked, but basically showing it all anyway.

Zeph and Colton - not surprisingly - were the least conservative of the group. Colton wore a red jockstrap with brown leather chaps and a cowboy hat. Zeph had a black harness on his upper body and a black jockstrap that barely contained his entire length, which was probably the point.

Whenever Declan and Zeph got together, it was always a dick-off.

We all knew Zeph was the bigger of the two by half an inch, but Luke had told me O was bigger than Zeph, he just didn’t brag about it. Christ on a cracker, I wish he did. I’d love to see Zeph’s face if O ever flopped it out.

Ezra was the real surprise of the morning. He dressed like a frat guy on his way to a mixer, but once we got inside, he asked us to wait a sec while he went into one of the clubs to use the bathroom. Of course some of the guys - mainly Colton and Zeph - took the opportunity to scope out the scenery.

“Where to first? The shibari demonstration or just go straight to the public sex area?” Zeph asked.

“I’d like to look at some of the jewelry vendors,” Ty said.

“We were thinking about a couples tattoo as well,” Declan added.

“Aw, that’s such a cute idea.”

“Cute enough to do it?” I asked Luke.

“I don’t know.” Luke shrugged. “You don’t have any tats yet. It would be hot, but I kind of like your skin all tan and smooth.”

“Hey.” Some dude in a puppy hood walked right up to me and Luke. “Can you hold my bag? I’m gonna go explore.”

Wait.

“Ezra?”

I should’ve recognized the hood from before. It was the same coloration - teal. He had a matching jockstrap…and a tail. And teal Chuck Taylors. So much for only having some other stuff.

“Bro, is that tail…inside you?” Ty asked.

Everyone in our group was staring.

“I’m not ashamed of liking pup play. This is why I wanted to come. If you have a problem-”

A chorus of guys admitting there was no problem erupted.

“Then why are you guys staring?” Ezra asked.

“Cuz you look hot as fuck, puppy boy,” Colton answered. “Where was all this the other night?”