Page 118 of Dickathlon

“That club wants you on your knees. Now.” Declan grabbed my hand and tugged. I had no choice but to follow him. I tried to adjust my dick since it felt like it was about to pop out of my waistband. But the thought of me on my knees, looking up at Hercules, his massive cock sticking through the skirt, my mouth ready and waiting, was too much. My dick could do whatever it wanted.

The blowjob was quick and dirty. I didn’t care that spit was running down my chin. I didn’t care that I didn’t cum. I didn’t care that someone could walk in on us in the random bedroom we found.

I wanted to be used and Declan knew it. His hands threaded through my hair and he fucked my mouth as hard as he would pound my ass. Without a gag reflex, it didn’t matter how rough he was. The feel of his balls slamming into my chin had my dick weeping in my briefs. I could smell his sweaty musk in his pubes as they tickled my nostrils.

I don’t know if it was the costumes or something else, but it was the roughest he had been with me and I loved it. Maybe it was the last gasp before our future chastity? Well, my future chastity. Something inside of me liked that Declan was calling the shots. I hadn’t asked how he would keep from cumming all week long, but I knew the answer. He had more self control than I did.

“You ready for it, babe?”

I swiped the head of his cock with a rather creative tongue swirl and kept it lodged down my throat, trying to keep rhythm with his thrusts. I nodded briefly.

“I want to hear you say it, Ty.”

I pulled off. “Feed me. I want to swallow all of it. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck, get your mouth back-”

He didn’t finish his sentence. In seconds I was rewarded with the first shot of salty sweetness on the back of my tongue.

“Fuck, Ty. Take it. Take my load. Your mouth - is so - hot,” he managed to say while catching his breath.

I finished milking his load out of his still-hard cock, swallowing all of it. Mine was always so sensitive after cumming, but Declan had a god-like level of stamina I could only wish to have one day.

“I’d ask how that was, but I think I can guess,” I quipped.

Declan let go of my hair, pushing several strands behind my ears. “Fuck, babe. I don’t think you realize how good you suck dick.”

“Maybe I’ll take up yoga and find out?”

“I would love to see that. If you need a few ribs surgically removed, I’ll pay for that.”

“I’ll start with yoga, but thanks for the offer.”

Declan pulled me to my feet. “I think that might’ve counted as public sex. Anyone could’ve walked in on us.”

“For my dickathlon?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure it counts as public?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not like I can bend you over a bench in Griffith Park and fuck the cum out of you on the observatory lawn.”

“Yes, actually. That sounds fantastic. I’d like that very much, please.”

“Well, we can fuck right now. Bend over!”

I put my hands on the bed and stuck my ass out.

“We don’t have lube, so I’m gonna get you nice and wet first.”

He yanked my briefs down, pulling some of the bandages loose in the process. They fell to the floor at my feet. My dick bounced in the air, hard as a rock. I felt his hands spread my ass apart and then a warm sensation on my hole. Fuck, he’s rimming me. I rested my forehead against the bed, willing myself to relax and enjoy the attention from his tongue. He hadn’t done this before.

The door opened - fuck - and I turned to see Miles and Pikachu guy. They seemed stunned to see us, then I watched as their eyes focused to my right, on Declan. I glanced down and could tell his dick was still jutting out through the skirt. I swear there was a string of cum dangling off the tip of it, glistening in the light, as he stood up to wrangle his dick back inside the thong. I didn’t even have time to move as Miles stuttered an apology and backed out of the room, dragging Pikachu guy with him.

"So-sorry," Declan stuttered.

"Why are you sorry?"