Page 55 of Dickathlon

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” I brushed my fingers against his cheek and let my hand rest against his neck. “I never knew him, but I like having the reminder that he existed, that things can change in a heartbeat.”

“Is that why you have a heart above your nipple?” He pressed it with a finger.

“Would you believe me if I said my nipples are the way to my heart?”

“No.”

“It was a dare. High school shit.”

“I should’ve known. It’s different from your other ones. Any more?”

“You’ll have to find out, I guess.” I didn’t have any more. I just wanted him to explore every inch of my body. He finished unbuttoning my shorts and pushed them to the floor. “Uh, is Quinn home? Probably should ask before I’m waving it around.”

Ty shook his head so I stepped out of the shorts. “You wear those for me?” he asked.

“What? These?”

“Green’s my favorite color. And bikini cut. Fuck, I still can’t believe your body. My bedroom. Now, please.”

I let him push me towards his bedroom. I was curious to explore their apartment, but apparently, Ty was more eager to explore my body.

I got onto his bed, and heard the door close behind me. I laid with my arms behind my head and watched him crawl towards me once he got to the bed. A smile on his lips and a gleam in his eye. He knelt between my legs, reaching for the waistband of my briefs. He reached around toward my butt and pulled them off from the back first, revealing my dick last.

Lying down, it rested against my stomach. I was fully hard and starting to leak.

“I still can’t believe how huge you are, bro.”

“You like?”

Ty nodded, licking his lips.

“Fuck, Ty. I can’t wait for you to touch it. You got lube?”

He pointed. “Nightstand.” And then reached over to grab it. I couldn’t help running a hand over his taut stomach. He was smaller than me, but his muscles were just as pronounced. Even after seven or so months without Olympic training.

He drizzled some lube onto my shaft, tossing the bottle aside. On his knees, he seemed to be sizing up his task. “You’re so much bigger than me.”

“Don’t feel bad, Ty. I haven’t seen anyone bigger than me. And your dick is perfect. It’s a beautiful shade of pink.”

“You really think it’s beautiful?”

“Yup.” I could tell he seemed surprised at my praise, but it was also clear that he was curious and nervous as hell.

He reached a shaky hand out to touch my dick, rubbing the head first. “I haven’t seen a dick like this before.”

“The size?”

“Well, that. But the color too. Your shaft is two different colors.”

“Circumcision scar. You have the same thing, but I’m Black, so it’s more pronounced. But not all black guys look like me either.”

“Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I’m making it sound like a scientific investigation. I didn’t mean to make it awkward.”

“It’s not awkward. No harm, no foul. You’re curious. You’re gonna have questions. I’m guessing you’ve never had another dick in your hands before. No experimenting with a friend in middle school?”

“No, did you?”