Page 25 of Dickathlon

“You’ve seen my dick. Isn’t that enough?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing it.”

I turned to find a twink from the earlier gaggle with a huge grin on his face and all the confidence in the world.

“Not tonight, cutie. Maybe another time?”

“Aww. Did you have a rough day?” he asked, rubbing his hand up my bicep and sneaking it into my tank to grab my pec.

Ballsy little fucker.

I gently pulled his hand out of there. “I admire your tenacity, but another night would be better. Don’t wanna leave my friend solo.”

The twink pouted, said he’d see me around, and went back to his friends.

“Okay, Declan, one, what was wrong with him? Two, should I be offended he didn’t offer me to one of his friends? And three, I don’t think I’ve seen you take a guy home in weeks. What’s up with that?”

I sighed, knowing I had purposely avoided telling him about my Tyler pining, but it seemed now was just as good a time as any.

“Uh…I’m kind of weirdly hung up on this guy I met in Brisbane.”

“Brisbane? Like, at the Olympics?”

I nodded and took a swig of my beer.

“You haven’t fucked in five months?”

Laughing, I answered, “No, I’ve fucked. I just haven’t-”

“Fucked anyone twice,” Freddie finished for me.

“Jesus, how do you know me so well already?”

“Pediatric surgical fellow, remember? It requires this thing called a brain.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re a psychologist.”

Freddie shrugged. “So what’s so special about what’s-his-name?”

“Tyler. Tyler Hale.”

“I’m already googling.” He paused. “I guess he’s cute.”

“You guess? He’s a fucking hunk. There’s something about him in person. He glows.”

“So he’s pregnant?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind trying.”

“Of course you’d say that.”

It was my turn to shrug. “I don’t know. I watched him compete live. He won a medal for pommel horse. It was impressive.”

“That’s it?”

“I bumped into him, like, a few hours after I saw him on TV. There was just something about him. It was like he poured nitro on my libido.”

“Well, what happened?”