Page 45 of Dickathlon

Ty started to reach for it.

“Nope!” I swatted his hand away. “You’re not ready for it.”

He grunted and slammed his head back into the pillow.

“For Christ’s sake, just lie back and let me suck your dick. I’ve never seen a guy so unwilling to get blown.”

“It’s not that, it’s, uh-holy shit.”

My tongue finally shut him up, and I was able to really focus on making him feel good. By watching his hands squeeze the comforter, I could tell when I did something he really liked. His head was pretty sensitive, but he reacted the most when I tightened one hand around his balls and lapped at the tight skin while twisting his shaft with the other.

If push came to shove, I’d say I was a better fuck than suck, but I could get the job done. I let off his dick with a smack that echoed off the walls. “I hope my friends aren’t in. Otherwise, they’re gettin’ an earful.”

“Am I being that loud?”

I laughed, and gave his leaking head a lick.

“Oh fuck!”

“Told ya so.”

“I don’t fucking care. Do it again.”

“Do it again…?”

“Please. Please, do it again.”

I liked hearing him ask for what he wanted. It made it that much hotter for me, knowing I was getting him riled up. Slipping his dick back between my lips, I hollowed out my cheeks with the force of my sucking. I massaged his balls with the combo of my tongue and fingers for a few seconds before trailing down his taint. I didn’t even get to brush a finger against his hole before he bucked up, forcing his dick down my throat.

Fuck! I pulled off, coughing. I wasn’t prepared for it to go that deep.

“I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Ty sat up, a horrified look on his face.

I waved him off. “I’ll be fine. You caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Jesus, bro. If you can’t handle my little”—he gestured to his erection—“how can I handle your-?”

“What’s the matter? You can’t say dick or cock now?”

“How the hell am I going to fit your monster cock in my mouth? That better?”

“Practice, babe.” I ran my fingers along his jawline. “This isn’t my best event. But something tells me you’ll do great. Better than me, for sure.”

“Why is that?”

“You’ve got DSL.”

“What does fast internet have to do with blowjobs?” He twirled a finger through his hair.

“Dick-sucking lips, babe.”

“Oh.”

I gave him a quick kiss, then pushed him backwards and got back to work. His dick had stayed hard. With fresh spit in my hand, I coated his dick again before my tongue resumed bathing his shaft. Ty resumed his unintelligible profane gibberish. Watching him squirm with pleasure heightened mine.

It sounded lame, but getting my partners off always got me off. I reached into my briefs and started jacking my cock, doing my best to match the rhythm of my mouth. My other hand, busy with Ty’s shaft, kept at it. Randomly, I’d let go, my mouth still doing most of the work, and give his balls a squeeze.

A few minutes later, Ty’s feet dug into my back, pulling me a little closer to him. I didn’t need him to say he was close. I could tell. But he did anyway because he was a good boy.