Page 61 of Dickathlon

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He probably didn’t forget to get his boyfriend something for Christmas.

I was running out of time. I stood, staring at the mall directory, reading through the stores, hoping something would jump out at me.

Dick’s Sporting Goods. That’ll work. I jogged through the throngs of shoppers, internally reciting a quick prayer that something would inspire me. Other than the word dick.

After ten minutes, it was clear I had no idea what he’d need or even want for training. I thought about an armband to hold his phone, but I didn’t even know if he had his phone on him while running. Everything I thought would be a good choice I convinced myself he already had or didn’t really need.

In the end, I went to the activewear section and decided to get him clothes I thought he’d look hot in. His present would be wearing them, which would get me hard, resulting in me stripping off the clothing and exploring his exposed body in new and exciting ways. Like, with my tongue.

I found a pair of thin gray joggers. My mouth was practically salivating at the thought of him going commando in them. Dating him had opened my eyes to the existence of the dick print. Because if you couldn’t see a wild and free naked dick, why not cover it in extremely thin fabric and jump around a bit instead?

I also snagged a three-pack of colorful Tommy Hilfiger microfiber briefs. I had seen him in black and white ones, but these were green, purple, and pink.

Having scored a newly-opened check-out line and satisfied with my purchases, I made my way back through the swarm in my car’s direction. My gaze was briefly swept up in a brightly lit display, shimmering with a disco ball and lava lamps. Spencer’s Gifts was always good for a laugh, and I did have a few minutes to spare.

I made my way past the dick-shaped necklaces and marijuana-themed items. I was looking for clothing again. It only took me a minute to find the perfect shirt. Well, it was kind of a shirt. I was going to make him wear it with the joggers.

I glanced around, hoping no one had noticed my tent. Slipping my hand down my pants, I quickly adjusted my dick, then went to the register to pay.

A glance at my phone on the way to the garage allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief. I made it. Barring an apocalyptic traffic scenario, I should be on time.

Declan: Just landed. Can’t wait to see you. xoxo

Fuck. He was early.

Tyler: On my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Declan: Take your time. I’ll keep it hard for ya.

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We were that couple. The one at the airport that you wish would get a room, if you were single. Or the one at the airport whose sex life looked a whole lot better than yours, if you were hitched. I pulled up to the curb, and couldn’t stop myself from running around the car and jumping into his arms. It was like instinct, and he caught me and I just about melted into his muscles as his arms crushed me against his torso.

Slipping down his body, he held me tight against him, pulling me in for a kiss.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I know what I want to unwrap for Christmas,” I replied.

“Horny bastard. Not even a ‘I missed you too’?”

“Of course I missed you too.”

“There’s my good boy. Big muscle studs have feelings too, you know?”

“Sorry, sir. I’ll be sure to get on my knees next time and show you how much I missed you.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I’ll hold you to that, but we won’t need to wait until next time. Tonight will be just fine.”

I swallowed, both excited and terrified at the prospect of wrapping my lips around his cock. “I hope it’ll be good enough for you.”

“Babe.” He lifted my chin up, so our eyes met. “How long is it gonna take for you to realize you’re perfect just the way you are?”

Fucking hell. If he said more shit like that, I’d be toast in no time. Completely and utterly taken by this man. Mind, body and soul. He could have all of it.

“I don’t deserve you.”