Page 48 of The Forever Vault

“You guys never fool around at home?”

They both shook their heads. “Nope, only when we travel together,” Colton answered.

“We try not to have repeats. If we found a good fuck near Dallas, we’d be too tempted to fuck him again. We make the relationship. To be blunt, these guys are just holes.”

“To be honest, that sounds hot as fuck, but I know Cam and I couldn’t do that.”

“You should come to Folsom with us.”

“Folsom?”

“How have you not heard of it? It’s a big kink, leather, alternative sex festival thing. I’d’ve thought Mr. Nudist would’ve heard about it since public nudity and sex are a big part of it.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“I already checked. It’s this Sunday, Cam won’t have any events that day or the next.”

“I’m sure I can convince him to go.”

“Yes!”

“It’s gonna be a lot of fun, Luke. You’ll see.” Zeph winked, then flopped onto the bed on my other side and turned the TV on.

10

Camden

“Hey, ti-”

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I kind of was - and turned on too. There were three practically naked men in my bed - though now it was Luke’s bed - and they were all asleep.

Colton had his arm over Luke’s stomach, and Luke’s black curls were nestled into Zeph’s very unclothed back. A totally insecure and possessive boyfriend would’ve freaked out stumbling onto something like this, but that wasn’t me.

Who are you trying to kid, Cam?

It was kind of me, though deep down, I knew nothing happened. Luke would never do that to me. We had discussed threesomes - or even fourgies - and had agreed that wasn’t something we thought we could do. I wouldn’t put it past Colton and Zeph to joke about sex cheering him up, though they would never do that to me either.

I closed the door and slunk onto the bed under Colton’s arm and behind Luke, careful to avoid his sling. He was usually a light sleeper, but I theorized that his pain meds made him less sensitive. I was able to wrap my arm around his body and press my dick against his ass before he stirred.

“If that’s Colton, we’re going to need to talk about boundaries.”

“Aw, you can’t recognize your favorite penis just from the impression it’s left on your buttcheeks?”

“Second favorite.”

“What?”

“It’s my second favorite penis.”

“Ah yes. How could I forget Orlando Bloom’s Italian vacation.”

“I meant mine, you jerk.”

“Oh, I’m the jerk? Look who’s in bed with two studs?”

“Studs? That’s all we are to you? Not magnificent god-like beings?”

“Shut up, Colton. I’m trying to have a conversation with my boyfriend.”