Page 38 of Dickathlon

“I’ll take some.”

I dismounted his body, and slid off the bed. I grabbed two bottles of water from the mini fridge and brought one over to him.

“Thanks.” He lay on his side and took a sip.

“My pleasure. How you doing so far?”

“Honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as good. Trying to decide what was better.” He smiled, then took another gulp. “Your mouth or your hands.”

“And you’re sure you want to keep going?

He looked down at his dick. “I'd say that's a pretty big indication.”

I finished chugging the bottle, then tossed it aside and chuckled. “Well, it’s definitely pretty.”

He put his bottle on the nightstand, then repositioned himself on the bed, head on the pillow, smiling up at me. “It’s all yours.”

Fucking fuck, his confidence. I still couldn’t believe this was his first time.

“Wait.”

Here it is. He’s finally realized this is going too fast.

“If we keep going, I wanna see your cock.”

“My what?” I teased.

He gave me a look that said you know what I said, then repeated himself anyway. “Your cock. Please. I wanna see it.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

I pulled my dick out from behind the waistband, so he could see the head against my stomach before I bent over. I watched him hold his breath, waiting for me to stand up.

I stood up, my dick hanging in front of me. It never stood straight up. It was too big for that.

“Fuck, bro. How big is that thing?”

“Nine.”

Ty just kept staring. “Well, that certainly gives the Nines trip new meaning for me.”

I laughed, then walked over to his side of the bed.

“Lean back. This is the fun part.”

It didn't take long for my oiled hands to move from his chest, abs and legs to his beautiful dick. He was circumcised, like me, but his shaft was mostly the same color, a lighter pink than his tan stomach. He had a soft blond treasure trail and very minimal pubes. Lucky bastard. I doubted he shaved or waxed. His cockhead looked ready to burst, an almost angry dark pink in color. I wanted to swallow it in one gulp so bad, but I held it together. Tonight was just for hands.

Ty’s panting, accompanied by the occasional swear, was becoming more erratic. His dick was hard as a rock in my hands, its slit leaking precum as I pumped.

With my other hand, I explored his body, tweaking a nipple there, rubbing his taint here. Watching him twitch at each new sensation was delightful. I drank in the sight of his athletic body, glistening with the sheen of oil, as he rutted into my hand.

“I’m close, Dec. So close.”

Ty bucked hard. Once. I kept pumping. Twice.

“Cumming!”

I watched as the first spurt fountained into the air, landing just under his pecs. With each subsequent spurt, the buck was less forceful, but damn…he had quite a lot of cum stored. I said as much, as he spent his last drop.