Page 83 of The Forever Vault

Oh God, that sounds like a pickup line.

“Kind of. Definitely my first Olympics. It’s been…intense.”

He had switched to my other leg, his hands working their way up the outside towards my hip. I knew where this was likely going.

And now he’s grabbing my dick. And squeezing.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“Mr. Kane, can you empty your other pocket, please.”

“Uh, it is empty.”

“Well, what’s this then?” he asked, grabbing the head, which had now pushed out of the briefs, thanks to his unintentional massage.

“That’s my dick.”

His hand immediately stopped moving, though I swear he gave it one more squeeze as if he didn’t believe me.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I had no idea-”

“I kinda figured.”

“You done with the exam yet, Trevor?” Michael returned from his phone call. “They wanted this done five minutes ago.”

“Ye-yeah. We were about to go collect the sample.”

As if it couldn’t get more awkward standing at a urinal with another guy staring at me, Trevor asked me to stand back so he could see the cup.

“Um…I’m kind of waiting for things to, uh…deflate.”

I knew I couldn’t ask him to look away for even two seconds, but he was staring at my dick. I’m not sure how long this was going to take.

“I really need you to back up, so I can see. I’m sorry, but this is just as awkward for me. I didn’t imagine myself staring at dicks for a living, but here I am.”

“What did you imagine yourself doing?”

“I wanted to be a doctor initially, but honestly, the course work was too much and I realized it soon enough into undergrad that I was able to adapt. What did you study in college?”

“I-”

“Sorry,” he interrupted, “I’m assuming you went. But if you-”

“It’s fine, Trevor. I went to college for sports medicine. I actually work for the Tampa Bay Thunder as a physiotherapist. Well, assistant physiotherapist.”

“Wow, that must be awesome. Getting to work with famous…athletes.”

“It’s okay, I know I’m not on the same level as Zephyrus Jones.”

I heard the tinkle in the cup about the same time I realized I was also peeing on my hand.

“Fuck!”

I adjusted quickly while Trevor leaned forward to watch.

“You don’t have to fill it all the way, but two-thirds would be perfect, and don’t touch the container with your penis.”

Right. My penis.