Page 56 of Dickathlon

“Yeah, a few actually, now that I think about it, but there was always porn too.”

“I guess most of the porn I’ve watched was-”

“Boring ass white college bros?”

Ty laughed. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I’ll send you some links or we can watch it together sometime? Interracial Cum Dumps is gonna be eye-opening for you.”

“Cum dumps?”

“You might like it.”

Ty’s focus went back to my dick, his hand moving down the shaft, coating the entire thing in lube. His other hand joined the first, and together he started stroking slowly. “I can’t believe I can two-hand your dick.”

He was a bit clumsy at first, but he was trying so hard. I didn’t want him to feel bad, so I ad-libbed a little. I knew he’d get better with experience anyway. For now, he was getting the job done. What he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm.

As predicted, it paid off eventually. He got better.

“Oh fuck, that feels good. Keep going.”

“I can’t wait to see you cum.”

Dirty little fucker.

“You want my cum, boy?”

His strokes quickened. “Yes, sir. Please.”

That ‘please’ was all it took. Fuck.

I closed my eyes and thrust with each spurt. His hands were still jacking, in time with each thrust. He was a fast learner. I heard him yell, “Holy shit!” but I still felt him pumping.

After a few more strokes, I was empty. For now.

“Hold up, Ty. Easy, babe.” I looked down. Ty was smiling, his face covered in cum. It was in his hair, dripping off his lips, but somehow not in his eyes. “Jesus, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

“Is there that much every time, or did you, like, store it for a week?”

“Maybe I should’ve mentioned that before, but I’m, uh, kind of a big shooter.”

“Kind of? Kind of?!” He threw his head back, dramatically. “The Great Wall of China is kind of big. The Empire State Building is kind of tall. A cheetah is kind of fast. This was like a water balloon hit me in the face. It was like trying to eat an exploding ice cream cone.”

“Were you trying to eat it?” I asked, surprised.

“Well, no, but I thought about it. I’m sorry if you were expecting me to swallow.”

“No, no. God, no. That’s not why I asked, just curious. It's definitely something I prefer my partner to do, but I really don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do ever.”

“No worries, I can do that.”

“Was it good for you?” He didn’t seem to be freaking out, but I needed to check.

“Fuck yeah. It was incredible to watch. I feel like this should’ve been televised. How are you not a porn star?”

“No time with training.”

“I hate to be so insecure, but was I good? Did you enjoy it?”