Page 52 of Dickathlon

“What’s a frenulum?”

“The ridge of the head. Is he circumcised?”

I paused. “Honestly? I don’t remember. I think so, but he didn’t let me touch it. He was all like, ‘This is about your pleasure’.”

“Well, shit, that’s kind of sweet actually. But you can’t remember what his dick looked like?”

“I was kind of distracted by the size, bro. Can’t some dicks look circumcised if the skin is pulled back? You’re uncut. Why don’t you just show me?”

He hesitated, before saying, “Fine,” and stood up. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. “See. Foreskin.” He stretched it out pretty far.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Not unless I try to tear it off.” He pulled it back, exposing his head. “This is the frenulum. If he’s cut, like you, his head will look like this all the time. If he’s uncut, it’ll look like this soft.” He pulled his skin back over his head, covering it up. “Got it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I think he’s like me then. I don’t think there was as much extra skin as you have.”

“Keep in mind I’m soft.”

“I noticed. I don’t do it for ya?”

“This is a bit clinical, Ty. Let’s get back to work,” he said, stuffing his dick back in his briefs. “Don’t ask him if he likes something. Don’t interrupt the whole thing to ask if he’s close. Just react to his movements. Watch his body. Listen to his breathing, his moans. His dick is gonna tell you if it’s good.”

I nodded.

“Now, take the eggplant and show me what you would do.”

I had never been more embarrassed in my life, but I was determined to be an amazing lover. I wanted to make Declan feel good, so I did everything Luke had said. He had a few comments here and there, but I was happy to do it, even if I was internally mortified.

“So, as you can see, it’s pretty tiring, so taking a break is fine. There’s plenty to do down there other than suck.”

He grabbed the kumquats.

“Kind of difficult to mimic a scrotum-”

“Sandwich bag?” I suggested.

He thought about it. “Sure, we can try that.”

I got the bag, and Luke dropped the two kumquats in it. “Hand me the eggplant.”

Luke held the eggplant in one hand, and the bag of kumquats in the other, dangling them close to my face.

“You can rub his dick on your face, tickle it with your hair or stubble. Definitely pay attention to his balls, licking, nuzzling, sucking. You can change angles, let him take over. If he’s into power dynamics, he is likely going to grab the sides of your head at some point and start fucking your mouth.”

“Jesus.”

“You like that idea?”

“My dick certainly does.” I reached down into my pants to adjust it to the side. It had been trying to push through the front, not a very forgiving angle.

“If his dick is as big as you say, your tongue won’t have much room to maneuver, so it’ll be more important to pull off at times and swirl it around the head and up and down the shaft.”

I attempted to do just that.

“Good. Now, deep throat isn’t for everyone, but you have a big mouth, so-”

I pulled my mouth off the eggplant and punched him in the shoulder. “You jerk. I’m pretty sure I can deep throat.”