Page 106 of Dickathlon

He lifted me just a bit higher and tossed me onto the bed. “Lube up your hole.”

I reached over to grab the bottle from the nightstand and squirted enough on my hand for Declan’s request and my dick.

A few months ago, lying on my back with my legs in the air and spreading lubricant on my asshole would have made me feel intense embarrassment and likely shame. Now, I wanted his dick inside of me so bad, I felt like a joyous slut.

I had waited long enough and tonight was the night.

Declan crawled onto the bed, his gold medal dangling from his neck. He had the most delicious smile on his face. I imagined it was because he was finally claiming me with his dick. I had two more of his rando sex events to complete, but for me, getting fucked was the big one.

He brushed my hole with his thumb. Fuck. I couldn’t help but shiver. Eyes closed, I gave my body over to him. I twitched as I felt a hand on my dick.

“Looks like your cock’s ready.”

I nodded, bucking off the bed a bit as he stroked the lube down my entire length, then swirled a few fingers around the head. Another finger, maybe a thumb, pressed against my hole until the muscle gave way and accepted it. A whine escaped from deep in my throat.

“Someone’s eager. Why’re your eyes closed?”

I shrugged. “Helps me relax? Is it okay?”

“Honestly? It’s kind of hot. You want a blindfold?”

Fuck yes. “Sure.”

“This’ll work.”

“What is it?” I couldn’t tell.

“I tied a t-shirt around your head. You look like a pirate.”

I left the obvious joke unsaid and squirmed as Declan got back to work. Almost unintentionally, a few deep breaths escaped my lips as his thumbs and fingers explored my hole. I couldn’t help but buck upwards, humping nothing, wanting to nut already. It was almost sensory overload.

The snap of what I guessed was the lube startled me a bit, but then the bed dipped down by my ass and I grew thirsty with anticipation. Declan’s hands grabbed me under my knees and pulled me towards him a little. I felt the head of his dick press against my hole. It felt wet as it started slipping inside. I imagined how it looked, watching the pink head disappear inside of me, the ridge of the head, the veins of the shaft. It was a perfect dick and it was about to give me the orgasm of my life.

“Just tell me if you need-”

Oh fuck that.

I wrapped my legs around him, my feet nestling together behind his firm ass, and used every ounce of strength to push him inside of me.

“Holy fuck!” Declan yelled.

I felt him fall forward on top of me, and God damn, I could feel the stretch. The fullness, with his dick all the way in and just a hint of pain, felt so good. I felt a flash of anxiety, but as soon as his thighs made contact with my ass, the pleasure center in my brain went into overdrive. His huge cock was kissing my prostate.

“Why did you make me wait so long? You bastard!” I slapped his arm playfully.

“I’m asking myself the same thing, babe. You’re so tight.”

“Does it feel good?”

I twitched as his dick changed angles, or moved, or something. There was a shift and I felt it.

“You feel amazing,” Declan whispered into my ear, then kissed me. I opened my mouth to duel tongues. We made out for who knew how long as he slowly pumped back and forth. He almost pulled all the way out to break the kiss, but within seconds, his hands were back on my legs, under my knees. He slammed back inside of me and started pumping faster than before.

“Fuck it. I wanna see your eyes.”

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but the first thing I looked at was Declan’s taut stomach, his treasure trail disappearing behind my hairless dick. I smiled as my balls bounced in time with his thrusts, then glanced up to his face. He was wearing the biggest smile and it immediately made my mouth curve until my cheeks hurt.

“You likin’ it?”