Page 84 of The Forever Vault

“You distracted me with conversation on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He winked, then glanced away, then realized he still needed to be looking at my urination. “Tricks of the trade, and all that.”

I’d be sure to put this in our Christmas letter this year.

“You know I didn’t mean anything by what I said earlier. I mean, I love men’s gymnastics.”

I had filled the cup, but still had to go. “Do you need more or can I just piss in the urinal?”

“Nope, don’t need any more. This is great!”

I handed him the cup and finished where I was. He had already felt it, and seen it. The show must go on! I held back a laugh. If I were single and this was a romance movie, this would’ve been a helluva meet-cute. I shook the tip, pulled my briefs up, positioning my dick to the right, and washed my hands.

“Can I put my hoodie on now or do you need a milk sample?” I asked, grabbing my pec.

Trevor glanced down to my crotch, not getting the joke about milk. He thought…

“No, no. It was a milk joke.” I pointed to my nipples.

His face turned bright red as he met my eyes. “I knew that.”

Michael seemed annoyed when we came back into the locker area, putting his phone away. “What took so long?”

“Pee shy,” Trevor answered before I could.

Michael huffed, but became preoccupied as he and Trevor handled my sample and distributed amongst the various containers they kept pulling out of the briefcase Michael had set up earlier. Soon after pulling my hoodie on, Trevor came over with a tiny pair of scissors.

“Just need a small sample of hair. Any preference on the location?”

“My pubes?”

“Ha ha,” he said, slowly. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“How long does it need to be?”

He smiled at my innuendo and ignored me. “I can take it from here or here.” He indicated two places on my head.

“The second place is fine.”

They put my hair in a pre-labeled bag and sealed it, then Michael started to pack up.

“I can take you to the rest of the team now,” Trevor said.

“Fuck yes, please.”

* * *

With a ‘Sorry you had to deal with this’, Trevor was gone and I was stepping through another door.

“Thank God!” Orion said, standing up from his seat at a ridiculously large conference table, and came over to crush me with a hug. Ezra and Miles were there too and also stood up.

“We didn’t know who it was,” Ezra added. “I’m glad it wasn’t you.”

I gave Miles a puzzled look over Ezra’s shoulder. Apparently, it was a hugging occasion because Miles gave me one too.

“Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“As far as we can tell, someone on the team failed their drug test,” Orion answered.