Page 92 of Dickathlon

“Oh yeah? Is it working?” Declan asked.

“Of course,” I answered, as Declan chuckled and pulled me tighter against him. I couldn’t help but relax. “We fit so well together.”

“What’s that?”

“You and me. Our bodies. I fit right under your chin, and your-” I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. “Your dick fits right there too.”

“I love it when you get bashful.” He turned my head to the side, and pulled my hair back to expose my throat. I felt his tongue lick my neck and then-

“Bro...” He was sucking, hard. Jesus. My dick was hard again. His left hand had dipped lower and started to stroke it. “What - are you - doing? Ah!”

He let off my neck and dick, but kept his hand there to fondle it. “Marking you. I want everyone here to know you’re mine.” I just had time to brace my arms above my head as he pushed me against the far wall and knelt behind me.

I didn’t have time to question it. Fuck. He was marking each cheek with his mouth.

Ow. It kinda hurt, but I didn’t care. I was so turned on. I’d figure out the future later. I just wanted him to have his way with me.

I was ready to be pounded, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

Neither could I.

I had a thought about Chula Vista at dinner, but I was going to have to call Coach after this weekend and talk to him. I had been toying with his offer of coaching, but Woodward was in Colorado - where most gymnasts aiming for the Olympics trained. But I couldn’t shut my brain off. Surely some of them had to train in California.

Alex is from California. Wonder where he trains.

For now, I kept it to myself and focused on Declan.

“You keep covering your hickey, you embarrassed?”

I moved my hand away from my neck. “No?”

“Don’t sound so sure over there, babe.”

“Well, I’ve never had a hickey before.”

“Don’t worry. It looks hot and it means you’re gettin’ some. If anyone does see it, they’ll only be jealous.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You want dessert or you wanna head back?”

I looked up at him and my head filled with the nastiest thoughts. I wanted to cry out from getting railed. I wanted so much sweat to be pouring off our bodies that we had to sleep on the floor. I wanted to shoot all over my stomach as he lost himself in my body. I wanted him to pull out at the last minute so I could swallow everything he had.

“We can head back.”

“Strip.”

Fuck yes.

“We’re going to the pool.”

Declan must’ve seen my shoulders drop because he chuckled. “Don’t look like such a sad puppy. I wanna show all the other guys you’re mine.”

I tossed my shirt into the corner and unbuttoned my pants.

“And when you’ve figured out that you’re the hottest guy at the pool, and I can see it on your face. Then I’ll come back here and fuck your brains out.”

I dropped my briefs. “Are you sure it’s okay to walk around like this?” I grabbed my hard dick and wiggled it a bit.