Page 143 of Dickathlon

“Number one.” Ford whistled. “Not too shabby, Ty.”

I looked at the article again and the shirtless photo of Declan. It was from our vacation last year in Cozumel. He was wearing the white speedo I gave him for his birthday. My dick pushed against the cage, getting hard at the memory of that night. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“What? And let you have a big head about it for days?”

“You’ve known for days? Jesus. I guess I’ve been under a rock.”

“I honestly thought you would’ve seen it.”

I shook my head. “Declan doesn’t do news and social media during comps anymore.”

“Understandable.”

He wasn’t doing me either.

Reflexively, I shifted in my seat. The cage was a powerful reminder of that. But it was going to be worth it. Declan any day of the week was amazing, but horned-up, post-meet, hasn’t-cum-for-days Declan was like a sex-starved Tarzan.

If buttholes could quiver, mine would be quivering right about now.

I knew Cam got emotional on the podium, but even I was a little surprised when Cam planted a kiss on Luke’s - I guessed - unsuspecting mouth.

Though because it was me, I couldn’t help but yell, “Get it, Cam!”

I glanced down at Cam’s mom to see her reaction. It was not a surprise to see her on her feet, cheering and clapping. From everything I’d heard from Cam, she was super supportive.

It was a relief to know my friends were back together and finally able to be out as a couple publicly. I knew what that felt like even though it had been years since Declan and I came out as an official couple. Cam and Luke would obviously be under a little more of a microscope than we were, having just done it while competing in the Olympics, but I knew they could handle it. They had waited long enough for each other. An intrusive press wasn’t going to be too much for them to handle.

* * *

I saw Declan that night for dinner and retold the story from beginning to end, trying not to embellish my role in the whole thing.

“Who found the discrepancy?”

“Coach and I both had a feeling.”

“So, it was at the same time?”

I nodded. “More or less.”

“See! I knew you’d make a great coach. You finally believe me?”

My face split into a huge grin. “Yeah.”

“You’ve got a lot to offer.”

Well, if this isn’t the perfect opportunity to send the photo I took last night, I don’t know what is.

I pulled out my phone and sent the photo.

Of my butthole.

I watched him glance at his phone, then at me. He quirked an eyebrow before picking it up. I couldn’t help my smile, waiting for his reaction.

“For fuck’s sake, Ty.” He put his phone down, then I met his stare with mine.

He broke, like I knew he would, and smiled.

“You better stay prepped. I’m gonna use that hole so hard when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk right for a week.”