Page 9 of The Forever Vault

Colton waltzed in, wearing a tiny pair of shorts. If you could even call them that. They looked like pajama bottoms made for a doll. I stared. Hard.

“What?”

“Those are tiny.”

“We’re gonna be naked.” As if that were enough of an explanation. “Haven’t you and Luke been to a bunch of nude resorts? Just wear what you wear to those. Anything’ll do.”

I rummaged through the pile of clothes on my bed. Pulling off my shirt, I decided on a pair of running shorts. I pulled my jeans off and the briefs underneath.

“Fuckin’ hell! It’s a nice ass, Cam, but really?” Zephyrus had entered my room. “You gonna do me like that? You trying to piss me off?”

I quickly pulled the shorts on and turned to see Zephyrus with his arms wrapped around Colton. Despite being the tallest gymnast on the team - well, “on” the team - he was still a good six inches shorter than Zephyrus.

“Sorry, Zephyrus. He’s seen my ass like a thousand times. I didn’t think once more was going to matter.”

“Well, it matters to me. Got me all hot and bothered. How am I gonna go swimming with half a chub?” he asked, grabbing his junk through his sweatpants. “And when are you gonna start calling me Zeph? You’re all Zephryus, all the time. You sound like my mom. You try calling me Zeph, and I’m gonna try to relax after seeing your fine ass just now.”

“Hey, you ain’t the only one who can be jealous. What about my ass?” Colton pulled down his shorts.

“And this feels like a porno I watched last week on CockyBoys,” I said, turning around.

“We’re gonna need a minute. Sorry, Cam,” Zeph explained, before I heard the sound of their retreat and the door closing.

“I think they’ll frown upon lingering semen in the pool!” I yelled through the door.

Then again, I wasn’t entirely sure they would.

It was a weekday, so it didn’t seem too crowded. At least, that’s what Jesse at the front desk said. We had to see him to get our pool towels. Apparently, they sold day passes to guys that weren’t overnight guests. My guess that it was a male only hotel was confirmed. The five guys that were using the pool all stopped to watch us as we entered.

“Uh, are they all still staring?” Zeph asked.

“What do you think, darlin’? You’re six-five and two hundred and forty pounds of fit-as-fuck tattooed muscle.”

“I’m two hundred and thirty-eight pounds, Colt.”

“So sorry. And to be real for a minute, you’re a huge black guy, they definitely all wanna see what you’re packin’ down there. Let’s not keep ‘em waitin’ too long,” Colton said, pulling his shorts off with a smile.

“Well, fuck. It’s a good thing you just took a load from me up there. Otherwise, they’d be getting the full show down here.”

“If you guys don’t shut up, I’m going to be giving everyone a show. Could you maybe not talk about loads while I’m about to strip in front of everyone?”

“Oh, so sorry, Camden. I didn’t know you couldn’t handle it.”

I flipped Zeph off as we both got naked.

“Jesus Christ!”

I turned towards the voice. It was one of the other guys in the pool. They were all looking. Staring, really. At Zeph. A jaw or two may have been lowered. I couldn’t help but look as well. It was two feet away.

And Luke thinks I’m big.

To be blunt, Zeph was almost as big soft as I was hard.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Colton said. He leaned in to plant a kiss on Zeph’s lips. “It’s not polite to stare, Cam.”

“I wasn’t staring!”

I totally was. It was a dick, and it was huge.