Page 43 of Dickathlon

By the time we had finished dinner, watched the sun set and had milkshakes for dessert, I had told the entire saga of Cam and Luke as I knew it, including and up to the sleepover incident.

“You’re a good friend, Ty.”

“I try.”

“Speaking of trying, is there anything you want to try tonight? With me.”

“I saw this cookie bar back by where we had dinner. I haven’t been there yet, but I love me some chocolate chip cookies.”

Declan laughed. “Noted, you goofball, but not what I meant.” He scooted closer on the bench and lowered his voice. “I meant sexually.”

Oh. “Jesus, I’m dense. Uh….”

“I can blow you,” Declan whispered.

“Sure?”

“Don’t sound too excited now.” He slapped my bare thigh, but left his hand there.

“That’s not what I meant. I just feel bad not doing anything to you.”

“Ty, babe. You’re doing plenty for me. Don’t worry.” He trailed his fingers up my leg, tracing my bicep, before massaging my neck with his talented hand.

How does his touch feel so good?

“Exploring your body is a treat for me. Trust me.”

“I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that. For you.” I leaned into his body a little more. I liked the way I fit into his side.

“I’m definitely up for oral tonight, if that’s what you want me to do.” His mouth was an inch or so from my forehead.

“I feel like I need a list of what we should do. Like, I’m about to compete in a sex competition or something.”

“What? Like a dickathlon?” Declan suggested.

I sat up. “Oh my God, bro. That was so smooth. And yes, exactly that. A dickathlon. Ten events I need to complete to win.”

“And what do you win?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I think the competition is the prize, but we can see once I’m finished.”

“And what are these ten events you need to complete?”

I paused. “I guess I need your help to figure that out.”

“Well, we can cross one off the list. I jacked you off earlier. And if you do the same to me at some point, then that’s two. Sucking, rimming, and fucking. Both ways, so that’s six more. And…I’ll have to think about the last two. Maybe some kinky wild card stuff?”

He seemed super excited. “Wow. That didn’t take you long at all.”

“What can I say?” He smiled. “You’ve found an expert dickathlete.”

“You mean decathlete.”

“You heard what I said. You ready for your next event?” Declan stood up.

I couldn’t help but glance at his chinos. “Does every piece of clothing struggle to contain you?”

He shrugged. “I like things tight.”