Page 37 of Dickathlon

“Oh, fuck.” His fingernails dug into my back as he wrapped his feet around my calves. His head pushed back into the pillow, exposing his throat even more. “Declan.”

My name had never sounded so sexy. I let up, and moved gently over to his Adam’s apple, licking up to his chin and back to his lips. He opened before my tongue could pry them apart and met mine with his this time. I closed my eyes and let go. I could tell when he was smiling, and I could tell when he was serious. He was a very enthusiastic kisser, one of the best I’d kissed, for sure.

He seemed to enjoy it too. I could feel him humping upwards as we made out, his hard dick making contact with my crotch intermittently. I had had enough. I pulled off of him and stood up.

“Was I not kissing good enough? I can do better.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re a great kisser. I just couldn’t wait any longer.” I leaned down, grabbing his speedo with both hands and tugged it off.

“Oh!”

I watched as his dick, trapped behind the fabric, suddenly freed itself, then slapped against his six pack. I loved that noise. Like a baseball slamming into a glove.

“Flip over.”

Ty did so without hesitation. Jesus Christ, his ass is perfect. It was a soft white, flanked by tan thighs and a tan back. His pale cheeks were like two fresh balls of dough, calling out to my hands. I walked around the bed to the nightstand, opening the drawer. I ignored the Fleshlight, the prostate massager, and the other toys, and just grabbed the oil.

“How do you want my arms?”

“Whatever’s comfortable for you. Nice ass, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he muffled into the pillow, his back tense.

“Try to relax, Ty. I’m not going to rush this. If I start to do anything you don’t want me to do, just say stop and I’ll stop. My plan was to give you a rubdown, try to loosen you up, and if you were cool with it, I’d like to jack you off. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds like heaven.”

“Good. Remember, there’s no pressure. I can stop at any time.”

Ty nodded.

“Good boy.” I knelt on the bed next to him, and popped the cap on the oil. I started drizzling some on his back, working my way down, making sure to add a little extra up and down his hairless crack. When I did that, he reflexively squeezed his cheeks.

“Tickles?”

Ty nodded. “Feels good though.”

I finished by going down each leg. Recapping the bottle, I placed it on the nightstand, then got to work. Ty’s body could’ve been a marble sculpture in the Getty Museum. It was the perfect blend of soft curves and hard muscle. Just thinking of tonguing his ass was driving me wild. I ignored my erection and instead, focused on the other parts of his body. After all, I wanted this to last.

Over the next ten minutes, I made sure to spread the oil over every inch of him. Oiled up, his tan skin looked even better in the soft light of the room.

“I love your tan lines.”

“Thanks, br-Declan. Am I ever going to see if you have any?” He turned his head, trying to make eye contact with me.

"I said bro was fine.” I gave his ass a little slap, and changed positions, avoiding his gaze. He mumbled an apology as I pushed his legs together and straddled them. This position allowed me the best angle to run both hands up his legs, over his glutes, and all the way up his back to his shoulders. Coming back down, I teased in between his cheeks a little and finished with my hands around his quads. I repeated this movement, over and over.

“Are you sure you’re not a professional at this?”

“What can I say? I know my muscle groups.”

“Fuck yeah, you do.”

I smiled and continued the long strokes from his legs over his ass to his back. Again and again. Occasionally, I’d lie on top of him, so I could just reach his ear with my mouth for a little nibble. This got my stomach all oily, but also pressed my erection into his plump ass. I wasn’t imagining the arch in his back each time I did this. The dude was pushing up into me, like he was begging for it.

I had to keep telling myself this was junior high Sex Ed. We weren’t doing the entire Kama Sutra tonight. As horny as Ty might be, and as much as I wanted to pick him up, wrap his legs around my waist, push him against the wall, and shove my dick inside of him until we both unloaded, that couldn’t happen. I wasn’t going to rush his first time with a guy just because of cum-brain.

After his fourth or fifth groan, I needed a break. “Gonna get some water. You good?”