Page 114 of Dickathlon

CHULA VISTA

“Can I see your costume yet?!” Ty yelled through the bedroom door.

“Wait a minute! It’s not like I know what you’re going as either.”

We were at the dormitory on campus, though it was pretty much an apartment. Despite living apart, we spent most of our time together. Lately, though, we had taken to sneaking around to not only avoid Yuri’s wrath but because Ty was supposed to be setting a good example for his athletes too.

“Whose place is this at again?”

“Hudson’s! He’s a strength and conditioning coach here. I’m pretty sure he’s into gymnastics too. You should definitely meet him tonight. Maybe he could help one of your athletes? Any of them looking for a coach?”

I secured my Greek sandals around the top of each calf, then checked my ass out in the mirror for the third time. I was wearing a thong and I was about ninety percent sure everyone would be able to tell. I had ordered the costume without trying it on and the skirt was a bit short for my size, though I doubted anyone would have an issue with it. According to Ty, I had the ass of a god, which was fitting.

It did increase the chances that Ty and I wouldn’t make it to the party on time, especially since he hadn’t been able to get the cage on yet - he’d get too hard. But that was a chance I was willing to take.

I took one last moment to adjust the blue cape and the red headband and I was ready. “How are we doing this? Am I coming out there or are you coming in here?”

“I’m in your living room. Come out here!”

I walked out and Ty was wrapped from head-to-toe in gray bandages. “Oh my God! You’re a mummy!”

“Holy fuck, you look hot!”

“How are all those bandages staying on?” I asked Ty.

“I had some help sewing a makeshift onesie of bandages. They’re all connected, though the headpiece is separate. And the briefs.”

“Well, damn, you make a sexy mummy.”

“You’re one to talk. Fuck. My own real-life Hercules.” Ty’s hands ran appreciatively over my chest. “Turn around. I wanna see that skirt twirl.”

I did as he requested.

“Jesus, I’m gonna have to fight the guys off with a stick. Now, I need to find a stick.”

“We should totally post a pic on my Insta.”

“I’ll need to find more sticks if we’re doing that.”

“Come on! Halloween is my favorite holiday and this is our first one together. I know we don’t match, but anyone that knows us will know we put a lot of thought into our costumes.”

“That’s true. And maybe we can take a shot of our butts,” Ty suggested.

I furrowed my brows, confused.

“Just to make everyone even more jealous, bro.”

I shook my head. “My ass is that good, huh? You just want to show everybody?”

“Well, mine will be in the shot too.”

So, that’s what we did.

Check out these Buns of Bronze.

And then we were off to the party to see how everyone else turned their costumes into skimpy, ab-revealing, ass-hugging displays of man flesh.

The party did not disappoint. Hudson had a huge loft, ideal for a large gathering of sweaty bodies grinding to music. The hired DJ was at a makeshift booth in one corner. There was at least one keg in the living room and a bartender mixing specialty drinks at the island in the middle of the enormous kitchen .