Page 111 of Dickathlon

“You want me to make you wear the cage all the time? This way it’s easier for us to-”

“It’s easier for you!”

“Whoa. Someone’s hole had a taste of dick and turned its owner into a little brat because of it,” I teased.

“Sorry, it’s just…I like being around you. Colorado Springs was…”

Great. Fantastic. A dream.

“I’d say we can maybe move in together after a bit, but you’ll be living with the gymnasts. I’ll be with other runners. It’s designed that way. It’s not made for couples or families.”

“I know.” Ty sighed and fiddled with his seatbelt.

After a few minutes of silence, he turned, looked at me with a grin, and said, “Well, we’re not there yet, are we?”

“What do you mean?”

He reached over and ran his hand up my thigh, pulling the fabric of my shorts away from my skin and shimmying it up my leg. His fingers crept up toward my crotch and found their goal. He maneuvered my dick out from under the loose fabric.

Ty glanced around and unbuckled.

“What are you doing?” I half-yelled.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He smiled and leaned over, engulfing the head of my dick in his mouth.

He pulled off with a pop and said, “I’m gonna milk this cock ‘til California.”

Fuuuck. I swallowed and attempted to focus on the road. “What about truckers?”

He pulled off just enough to say, “They’ll think I’m a girl. They’ll love it.”

* * *

Well, Ty didn’t milk me until California.

After the first mouthful, he sat back in his seat with a self-satisfied grin and I tried to focus on driving as I pushed myself back into my shorts.

“I’d leave that out. Give me a minute. I’ll recover.” Ty patted me on the leg.

“What about my recovery?”

“Your balls are busy making some more. Don’t you worry about that.”

I had to laugh at his confidence and wonder at my obliviousness to the joys of highway sex.

I hadn’t ever had roadhead and I was sad that it had taken me twenty-seven years to discover that I really liked it. Public sex was always a turn-on for me, but all prior auto-related sexual encounters had involved parked vehicles.

“How about you tell me something I don’t know about you?”

“What?” I glanced over to see his eyebrows raised, emerald eyes sparkling expectantly. His long hair framing his face made him look like an angel. Hard to believe he just swallowed a swig of semen as if it were ambrosia.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” Ty repeated.

“Oh, I heard you. I’m just surprised is all.”

“As if I can’t possibly want to get to know my boyfriend even more than I do now?”

“Did you bribe me with a blowjob to open up to you?”