Page 39 of Dickathlon

“It’s been a while.” He grinned, sheepishly. “Do you need me to take-”

I shook my head. “That was for you.”

“Well, fuck, bro. It was good.”

“Just good?”

“The best. The most fucking amazing orgasm ever. Balls-drainingly good. That better?” He smirked, and finally made eye contact with me. “Was it good for you?”

I nodded. “You’re incredibly hot.”

He melted back into the pillow, sighing. “Your hands are hella skilled. I haven’t cum that much in…ever?”

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Wanna shower with me?”

“Fuck yes.”

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Tyler

Jesus, not so eager. You’ll scare him away.

“I’ll get the water started.”

I felt the cum pooling in my belly button, but I didn’t care. Declan Moore had just jacked me into paradise. And holy fuck, his dick was enormous.

I definitely wanted to touch it, but part of me was glad he was keeping things at a slower pace. That way, I’d only embarrass myself a little at a time instead of all at once.

If he only knew what I was really thinking behind my sudden confidence. I thought I put on the bravado because I wanted to impress him with how cool I was with all of it, when really my thoughts were just bouncing all over the place.

Does this angle make my dick look good?

Is it big enough for him?

Does he care about the size of my dick?

What does he think of my scar?

What should I do if he makes a move for my asshole?

Oh, I hope I like that.

Would he want me to play with his?

Does he have a foreskin? It’s so big, I can’t really tell.

I wonder if he’s a top.

Does that make me the bottom?

Would I like being the bottom?

I think I would like being the bottom.

“Ready, Ty?”

“Oh, yeah. Coming.”