Page 95 of Dickathlon

I thought about what he said and decided to sink back in his arms.

“Wh-what? Where am I?”

It was dark.

“You fell asleep, babe.” Declan’s arm squeezed my stomach. “We’re back in the room. In bed.”

“I’m so sorry.” I nuzzled closer to him, my face finding his armpit in the dark. God, I loved his musky scent.

“What are you sorry for?”

“We were gonna, you know…fuck.”

Declan chuckled. “You are just too adorable. It’s okay. We’ve got all weekend for that.”

“How did I get back here?”

“You were falling asleep in the pool. I carried you back here, dried you off and put you in the bed.”

I ran my fingertips lightly over his chest. “That’s never happened to me before.”

“Never been carried by a man to bed?”

“Well, that hasn’t happened either. I meant I’ve never just zonked out like that.”

“Maybe you’ve never been that relaxed before?”

I took a moment to consider that. “Maybe, and I have you to thank for that.” I moved my right hand to his thick quad, then slowly dipped it in between his legs.

“Can I help you?”

My fingertips brushed his balls then moved further up, caressing his shaft. He was hard. “Seems like you don’t mind. Good dream?”

“Nope. Happens every time you touch me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is it that surprising?”

“I mean, I guess. You turn me on, but it takes a little more for me to get hard.”

“I’d ask how much more, but I have all weekend to explore that. Get some sleep, babe.”

“G’night, Declan. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Always.”

* * *

I tried my hardest the rest of the weekend to seduce Declan into fucking me, but nothing worked. He was steadfast in his resolve, offering to load up my mouth or give his body to me to play with. I gladly did both multiple times.

After he fell asleep the second night, I purchased a toy online that would hopefully convince him to fuck me the next time we saw each other. He didn’t believe me when I told him about the dildo I had been practicing with and I hadn’t thought to bring it. But I also think he liked teasing me, making me beg him to fuck me. If that was the case, it certainly helped me get him off enough.

Our last morning, I woke him up with a blowjob. After I fucked two loads out of him the night before. “How are you not dehydrated?”

Declan shrugged. “I don’t think that’s how it works, babe. My balls are just little semen factories, I guess.”

“There’s nothing little about them.” I fondled them with both hands. “Does that make me a semen vampire?”