Page 54 of Dickathlon

I felt a little better since he had already come out as bi to his family, but what if this dickathlon I made up was just an experiment to him. I really wanted to protect myself, but his fucking hands. They were already unbuttoning my shorts and we weren’t even inside yet.

“Jesus, you’re eager.”

“I just want that gold medal, sir.”

Fuck. “Keep calling me ‘sir’ and you’ll definitely get something. Not sure it’ll be a gold medal though.”

He slipped his hand into my shorts, stroking my dick through my briefs. “Feels gold medal worthy to me.”

He dropped the keys.

“Door lock first, babe. Dick, second.”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

“What would your neighbors think?”

He shrugged. “They’d probably want to watch.”

I laughed at what might be a joke, as he finally got the door open. All the insecurity he seemed to have in Santa Cruz was gone. He was like a fucking soldier on a mission to take down my shorts. I grabbed his hand before he could pull them all the way off. “Kick off your shoes.”

As he complied, I tore his tank top in half and threw the tattered pieces on the floor.

“Bro.” He looked offended.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

In seconds, his jeans were on the floor.

“I thought I was taking care of you first?” Ty asked.

“You are. I just don’t want something that pretty covered up while you do it.”

His dick seemed to like me in control. It was pointing skyward, the tip hovering just below his belly button. I couldn’t get over how pink it was. I fucking loved it. And while he was by no means close to my size, his dick was still above average. His balls on the other hand were massive. I couldn’t wait to see how many loads he could give up in one night.

In our conversations up until now, I had left one thing out on purpose. I didn’t want to scare him away - it wasn’t like I-should-see-a-therapist-level - but I was addicted to sex. That is, when I had a great partner, I wanted to keep doing it until I was completely spent. I’d cum three times in a few hours before. Four in a day. I hadn’t found someone that really excited me in a long time, but I already felt it happening with Ty.

I watched as his hands reached for my stomach, pulling my t-shirt up towards my shoulders. “Is this okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “You know what you need to do. Just go for it. It’s all yours, babe.”

He swallowed, then pulled my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I heard his sharp intake of breath. His fingers ran down my pecs, over my nipples and down the ridges of my abs.

“What’s this tattoo?” he asked, his fingers hovering above my waistband.

“It’s the Eye of Horus, an Egyptian god. To me, it represents protection and healing. We don’t know where my dad’s family is from, so when I was little, I pretended they were from Egypt. I had a thing for mummies. I thought they were cool. I guess that stuff stuck with me as I got older.”

“And these?” His hands traveled across my traps.

“Roman numerals.”

“I can see that.” He gave my stomach a playful slap.

“My birth year, and my brother’s birth year.”

He looked up at me, quickly. “I thought you were an only child.”

“I am, but my mom had another baby when I was two. There were complications and he didn’t make it.”