Page 97 of Dickathlon

I did.

“Okay, now, let’s go over yesterday. Start at the beginning. From when you woke up.”

I had been here almost a week, so I hoped he didn’t go back any further, but yesterday was the day Ty got here, so it was easier to remember.

When I finished, including food and drink, he asked a few questions about how often I was using the bathroom, and other oddities. After that, he asked if there was anything else.

“Nope, that’s all I can think of.”

He just stared at me.

“What?”

“You expect me to believe that Ty arrived yesterday, after you haven’t seen him in seventeen days”—apparently, I wasn’t the only one counting—“and you two didn’t fuck?”

“You’re talking about sex?! You need to know about that?”

“I said everything, Declan, and I meant it.”

I rubbed at my temple, struggling to see where this was going. “Well, in that case, yeah, we fucked.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

“Did you ejaculate?”

“Jesus Christ!” I glanced around, but thankfully we were alone.

“Declan, it’s different for everyone, but this could really matter.”

I sighed, shifting my weight, then met his stare. “Yeah, I did. Several times.”

“And what about in Atlanta. Ty wasn’t there. Did you masturbate before the competition?”

“Nah. Sex with Ty is not what’s affecting me.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t ejaculate before Atlanta, did you?”

I hadn’t. “No.”

“Let’s go over your other days here in Rome, but I think we’ve found one variable to test already.” Yuri kept talking before I could interrupt him. “I know you don’t like it, but here we are. Some guys, that kind of stuff relaxes them before the competition, helps them sleep. Others, it amps them up. But you two haven’t spent a lot of time together during your training. This could be what’s affecting you.”

I swallowed my response.

“Don’t pout. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Ty’s not gonna like this.”

“Ty will do it if it helps you.”

That was true, but he still wouldn’t like it.

And of course, Yuri wasn’t going to be the one to tell him.

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“Seriously?”