Page 67 of Dickathlon

“It’s kind of hot, honestly. Seeing something that intimate. I will add that we can draw the line there.” He winked. “A golden shower’s one thing, as far as the other end is concerned, keep it squeaky clean for me, will ya?”

Oh God, I was going to have to google what that meant.

I fished my dick out of my shorts and relaxed, letting the stream go.

“Jesus, sounds like a horse.” He started flossing.

I laughed. “You know what a horse peeing sounds like?”

“Just trying to give you a compliment, babe.”

“I didn’t know I was dating a piss pig.”

“Look at you with the gay slang. Maybe a piss piglet.”

I finished, shook off, and slipped it back into my briefs. “You need to go?”

He shook his head, finished swishing his mouthwash and spit. “I’m good. Don’t wanna scare you off just yet. I’ve already revealed Deep Dark Secret Number One tonight.”

“It wasn’t that bad. It’s good to know we can pee in front of each other.”

“You pee in the shower?”

“Of course! Who doesn’t? Yeah, let me get out of the shower, so I can pee, then hop back in. Waste of water, bro.”

“Okay, good. We can stay boyfriends.”

Bang bang bang.

“You two done in there.”

I tore the door open. “Yes. Please excuse the cum all over the place.”

“Grow up, Ty. That’s not enough to shock me.”

I had no comeback, so I just repeated what he said to me, but with a sassy tone.

“Good one, Ty. Maybe you can bang some brains into him, Declan.”

“Uh, we will certainly not be letting you know either way. Good night, Pierce.”

Once I shut the door behind us, Declan said, “Your brother seems awfully interested in our sex life.”

“Pierce? He’s just teasing me. That’s timid compared to the shit I’ve heard him and Trav say to each other.”

“Really? Because he basically just told me to fuck some sense into you.”

“Does that mean you’re not gonna try?”

“You are not ready for that, babe. Trust me.”

“Alright. Fine. But I am ready for this.” I sank to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them down his legs.

“Fine by me, Ty. Take your time. It’s not going anywhere.”

Reaching up to cup his bulge, I squeezed the thin fabric gently. He was wearing a pair of Obviously white boxer briefs. He wore the brand a lot because they had a special pouch for the goods sewn into the front, keeping it separate from his legs. His legs were massive enough, I’d imagine they’d crush his balls if there wasn’t a pouch.

I still couldn’t get over how big it was. It looked like it was about to tear through the fabric.