Page 93 of Dickathlon

“I’m pretty sure they encourage that here. If you hadn’t noticed, it’s an all-gay resort. Men only.”

“Oh, that makes a little more sense.”

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

“Shut up! You’re really going to walk around swinging that everywhere?”

“Not everywhere. I’m hoping it’s near you most of the time.”

“Well, if it’s near me, I’m not keeping my hands to myself.”

“That’s probably fine here too.”

“Really?!”

“You gotta problem with public sex? Maybe that’s one of your bonus events?”

“We’ll see. That’s a…step.” I laughed.

“Nervous? Think of it as a big locker room.”

“Contrary to every gay bro’s fantasy, sex doesn’t happen in locker rooms.”

“You sure about that?” Declan waggled his eyebrows, then headed out of the room.

“Forgetting something?” I asked.

“What?”

“The key card.”

“Oh. Yeah. Grab that.”

“Do we need towels?”

“Maybe?”

“You just really want to go to the pool, don’t you?”

“Can you blame me? Look at your fuckin’ gorgeous body. It’s all mine. Those poor bastards.”

“How do you know they aren’t all supermodels?”

“Won’t matter.”

His confidence in me was an ego boost for sure. I still didn’t get it, but I was willing to suspend my disbelief for his sake.

It was dark, but the pool was illuminated a soft purple from below. I felt all eyes on us as we entered the pool area. Honestly, just Declan’s dick alone would’ve been enough for me to look, but some of them were looking at me. Making eye contact with a few of them, it was difficult to read their expressions. In my opinion, they varied from appreciative to dare-I-say jealous. There were about eight guys, some in pairs, some single.

There were several groups of chaise lounges around the pool, surrounded by lush foliage. The tallest palm trees were lit from below by green spotlights, giving the area a jungle paradise vibe. We tossed our towels on a pair of empty chaises and Declan grabbed my hand to lead me to the pool.

It must’ve been heated. It felt warmer than the air as we waded into the shallow end. Declan pulled me into a corner and turned me to face him.

“Here?”

“What did you think we were gonna do? Swim?”

I didn’t have time to answer. His lips swallowed any protest I had. With a hand on my waist and the other on my neck, his legs wrapped behind mine, just under my butt, pulling me closer. I felt his dick against mine. It was fully hard and my dick followed its lead.