Page 155 of Dickathlon

“Drunk enough to do this.” I yanked his shorts down.

Holy shit. That’s my bro’s dick!

“Jesus, bro. You are wasted.” Pierce laughed as he pulled up his shorts.

“Don’t worry, Pierce. Parts of this place are clothing optional,” Luke yelled out.

I turned and made my way back to Declan, who scolded me. “Didn’t expect your brother’s dick, did you?”

“Shut up.”

“So, where are our rooms? Maybe I should go put some underwear on,” Pierce said with a grin as he and Neill had a laugh.

* * *

The hours flew by, though most of the time it seemed all was still. If Declan and I weren’t having sex in every part of our bungalow, we were with the guys. Well, whichever ones weren’t in their rooms fucking.

The resort was almost overwhelming. There was practically enough to do in our own bungalow. It had a small private pool and was surrounded by the ocean on all sides. It was one of those ones on stilts, arranged in a circle around the main island. Cam and Luke were on one side, and I think Freddie and Dante were on the other.

With unlimited excursions, we went scuba diving, snorkeling, or jet skiing every day. Back on the island, the spa was unlimited too, so we indulged in massages and relaxed in the sauna. Other than the ocean, we could also swim in the large clothing-optional pool by the main bar or the hot tub. Neill and Pierce caught on pretty quickly that it was a gay resort, but were comfortable as expected.

Every morning, breakfast was delivered to our door and lunch and dinner were served in the main building. On our fourth night there, the date of our anniversary, Declan told me to wear something nice. We were having a private group dinner, away from the rest of the guests.

I didn’t really bring any fancy clothes, so I pulled on my white pants and a pale green short sleeve button-down. I combed my hair and tied it back before giving myself a once-over in the mirror.

“Holy fuck.” I turned away from the mirror to stare at my boyfriend.

“I take it I look good?”

I nodded. He had a tight black and purple patterned vest buttoned over a white dress shirt and tight black trousers. He was barefoot like me. I don’t think either of us had anything on our feet all week except when we went diving.

“I should’ve brought something nicer,” I said as he walked over to me.

“You look incredible.”

“I look like beach bum Ken and you look like a prom king.”

“Hopefully, I look a little older than that. I didn’t think you had a thing for younger guys.”

I tried to shove him away, but he already had me in his arms. “I have a thing for you, and you definitely have a thing for me.” I started to massage his bulge through the tight fabric.

He checked his phone. “Don’t start that. I don’t want to be late.” He grabbed my hand away from his crotch and held it, dragging me out the door and toward the grove of palm trees on the main island.

Instead of taking a right towards the main building, he took a left.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

There was a large white canvas tent on the beach, its flaps were open and a warm yellow light illuminated the path toward the entrance. Stepping inside, I saw that the other side of the tent was open to the ocean and there was a large table in the middle, around which all the guys sat. There were two empty seats in the middle. Soft music was coming from somewhere.

“What’s all this?”

“Happy Anniversary, babe. I wanted us to have a special dinner.”

“For three years?” Jesus, why the fuck did I say that.

“Is that not enough for you?”