Page 41 of Dickathlon

“Your body is so beautiful.” One of his hands had found its way to my hair, and his fingers were twirling their way through it, up to my scalp.

“How do you always know exactly what to say?” I relaxed into his arms.

“I don’t know. I imagine being the other person, and what I would want to hear if I were them.”

“Really?” I stepped back just a little.

“What? You didn’t think I could be so thoughtful?”

“No? Maybe? I just haven’t seen this side of you before.”

“Well, if you stick around, you’ll see a lot more sides of me. Maybe even some you don’t like.”

“Impossible. Every side I’ve seen so far is perfect. Exhibit A. Male torso.” I went on to describe how expertly formed each part of his body was as I put my hands on each corresponding part. I was working my way down to his dick. I wanted to touch it so bad. See how different it felt than mine, but the bastard figured out what I was doing before I got to the prize.

He grabbed my hand just as I was praising his cum gutters - don’t ask how I knew that phrase. “That’s enough of that, Ty. I told you we’re going slow.” He booped me on the nose. “And no pouting.” Well, it was easy to stop pouting because he started tickling my stomach, then asked, “So, you can stay with me tonight?”

“I don’t see why not. I’ll text my brother and let him know I’m safe.”

“You gonna tell him?” Declan asked, before shutting off the water.

“I don’t think so. Not yet anyway. Why? Did you want to meet him?” I asked.

“I don’t want to seem too eager, but of course I would. He’s part of your family.” He tossed me a towel as he started drying off. His erection was finally starting to soften. “And maybe we should wait until we’re clothed for the ‘what is this’ discussion, but I think it’s obvious we both like each other. I already know I’d like to see you again after tonight. Whether it’s tomorrow, or next week or next month is up to us to figure out, I guess.”

“Well, if I stay tonight, you’ll definitely see me tomorrow.”

“You know-”

“I know what you meant, Declan. If it wasn’t obvious, I’ve thought a lot about you since Brisbane. And I’m open to figuring this out together. I’ve never dated a guy, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“It’s pretty simple, Ty. If you like the guy, you see him again. Repeat as needed.”

“Well, I definitely like you.”

“I’d have to agree.”

I got dressed after the shower. Well, if putting on a speedo and a muscle tank was getting dressed.

“Do you want something else, or are you good in that?”

“No offense, bro, but I think I’d be swimming in anything of yours.”

“Ha!” Declan fake-laughed. “But probably. I could snag something of Freddie’s.”

“So then I could pretend to be the Hulk?”

“Fair point. I guess you’re staying in a speedo.”

“I’m sure it works for you.”

Declan walked over to me, draped in a towel, and squeezed my ass before giving me a kiss. “It certainly does.”

I watched attentively as he dropped the towel and rummaged through his duffle bag. I couldn’t help but admire the curves of his back muscles, among other assets. He slipped into some Hilfiger briefs, pulled on some tan chinos and failed to button a button-up linen shirt, leaving a column of skin from his neck to his waist exposed.

“You ready?” he asked.

“I don’t even know what we’re doing.”