Page 80 of Dickathlon

“I missed my hot little goofball,” he said, pulling out of the arrivals area.

“You said that already.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

“Cut the banter and step on it. I wanna get you alone.”

“We are alone.”

“Naked and alone.”

“Ah, about that.”

Oh no.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you, but I didn’t want you to worry too much beforehand. But we’re making a quick pit stop to meet my parents before we head to Palm Springs.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Is that okay?”

“I just said it was okay.”

“Okay.”

“Was that our first fight?” I asked.

“If that’s all our fight’s will be, then I hope so.” Declan reached over to rest his hand on my knee.

Every nervous thought was pushed from my mind as I hyper-focused on the blood rushing to my dick. I felt it slowly awaken, pushing against the confines of my briefs. Declan’s favorites. Apparently, my underwear gift gave him ideas, so a few weeks after Christmas, I received a package from Australia. My own assortment of Obviously underwear. The black bikini briefs were his favorite. He liked the way my ass peeked out, and the cut of the front made my dick pop.

It certainly felt like it was popping now. At this point the pouch was full. I was still amazed that just his touch was enough to drive me wild. It made sense since we hadn’t seen each other in weeks, other than video chats.

I want his mouth on my body so bad.

“You good over there? You’re all tense.” He rubbed my leg, moving his hand a little higher, his fingertips pushing under my shorts.

“Well, that’s not helping. I’m fucking horny as hell.”

He chuckled.

“It’s not funny. I want to unbuckle and just dive on that dick with my mouth, but someone had to take his doors off.”

“Well, damn.” Declan shifted in his seat. “I’ll be sure to have the doors on next time. I can also get the windows tinted for you, babe. Next time, this is yours.” He grabbed his bulge and jostled it a bit.

My mouth filled with saliva. I couldn’t help it. It was a Pavlovian response at this point, and it was so goddamn tantalizing, just knowing it was probably growing hard at this very second.

“You thinking about it?” I asked him.

“Fuck, Ty. Don’t tease me. I’m driving.” He pulled his hand off my leg.

“Oh no.” I put on my best good boy voice. “How will you drive with an enormous erection?” I started at his knee and ran a finger up to his bulge.

“You joke, but I will rear end somebody if you keep that up.”

“Maybe I want you to rear end me?”

He swerved and I stopped touching him, grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle instead. "Shit, dude.” He corrected in time to avoid any collisions. “You, uh, sure you’re ready for that?”