Page 119 of Dickathlon

"Uh, one of your athletes just saw us fooling around."

I laughed. "Well, he knows we're together. Now, he also knows you have a massive penis."

"Are you okay with that?"

“I believe my oral performance a few minutes ago made it clear that I am very okay with your massive penis.”

Declan cuffed the back of my head. “Not what I meant. Are you okay with them walking in on us?”

"I don't have too much of a choice, do I? It already happened. And I'm not going to go ask him how he feels about what he saw. Based on his reaction, that would only make him more uncomfortable."

Declan finally relaxed and laughed a bit. "True. Maybe he'll just file it away and jerk off to the memory later like a normal teenager."

Gross. "Sure. That's the spirit."

"What? Not what you needed to hear?"

I shook my head. "Let's go. I need to forget this conversation and that dick up my ass will do the trick."

I pulled him out of the room and made a bee-line for the front door. We were leaving.

Despite the interruption, I was still horny as fuck.

* * *

“Let’s go, gentlemen. You’ve had two nights to recover since the party. If you drank - and I don’t wanna know - your hangovers should be toast by now. And if you just stayed up late, you had last night to catch up on sleep. Pick up the pace.”

“When did you become such a hardass, Coach?”

“Watch your mouth, Preston. And I’ve always been like this. You two are just poor excuses for gymnasts today.”

At the moment, I had Preston on the rope climb and Miles on the rowing machine. Miles had yet to make eye contact with me today. I was afraid I was going to have to discuss what happened.

I waited for Preston to do five more climbs to the top before I told them to take a break.

“Miles, hold on.” I snagged him before he could head into the locker room.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you something, Coach.”

I hoped to God this wasn’t about him finding Declan tongue-deep in my ass. “Oh, okay. Go ahead.”

“Do you know of any coaches that have availability right now?”

Wow. That’s unexpected. He must’ve read my face.

“Oh my God, Coach Tyler, it’s not about walking in on you and… I mean, that was certainly something, but I just meant that… You’re great. I love working with you, but I won’t always be here, and I’m assuming you’d stay here and not come with me, so I kind of need a personal coach to travel with me. At some point. If you think that would be good.”

That was the most I’d ever heard Miles speak. If I had to guess it was because he was nervous and I let my initial shock dissipate quickly lest I make him more nervous. He was only thinking of his future. It’s not like Chula Vista had many residents. It was designed to be a temporary boost to one’s training.

In my heart, I knew Declan wouldn’t be here forever either, but we’d cross that bridge later.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t scar you for life.”

“I didn’t say that, Coach.”

I had to smile. “You brat. Declan mentioned this guy Hudson last night. He was actually the host of the party. I can ask him and also see if Woodward knows of anyone else available. Luke’s former coach, Shane Sullivan, might be, but I’m not sure he would leave Florida.”

“That sounds great. Just let me know what you find.”