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From the Blurb:
It was a new feeling, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the hunk I met at the Olympics.
Ty
When Declan Moore knew who I was at the Brisbane Olympics, I was speechless. Embarrassingly so. It took a lesson in sexuality from my bestie Luke and his secret boyfriend to blow the doors off my entire identity. They referred to it as a bisexual awakening, but it felt more like a bisexual slap-in-the-face.
My strength and reflexes rewarded me with Declan’s phone number by the pool, and it’s all I could think about when I got back to the states. Despite multiple tries - more times than I should’ve - he never texted back.
According to everyone, I’m supposed to get out there and explore the world of other dudes and their junk. There’s just one problem.
None of them are Declan Moore.
Declan
Returning from Brisbane with a gold medal in the decathlon was a dream come true, and I’d do anything to repeat it. But four years is a long time, and for now, all I can think about is the muscular blond gymnast that caught my eye and then caught me in his arms, saving me from a likely career-ending disaster.
I complimented his pommel horse routine - perfect - I flashed him my smile - also perfect - and I gave him my number. Was I supposed to lift him onto my shoulder and carry him back to my room?
Because it’s been months with no texts and no response on social media, and I can only last so long against my mother’s attempts at setting me up with “nice boys.”
I don’t want a nice boy. I want Tyler Hale.
Dickathlon is a full-length gay romance novel about two men who felt an instant connection trying to find their way back to each other. It features a made-up sexploratory checklist, the educational misuse of produce, a pants-tearing Santa, and a brat that doesn’t know how to spell ‘chastity cage’. As part of the Champions Series, it takes place between Rings of Lust and Floored by Love. While it’s not a requirement to have read those books first, it would enhance one’s Dickathlon experience.
Excerpt:
“I changed my mind. Let me take care of you. Please.” Ty was following me, and I could hear the desperation in his voice, but I wanted to take my time with him. He would have to wait.“I’d like nothing more, Ty, but I don’t think you’re quite ready. I had other plans anyway.”
Ty crossed his arms and pouted. “At least let me see it again.”
“Wow, someone’s cock-hungry.” I jogged up the stairs. “Does pouting usually get you everything you want?” I asked over my shoulder.
“I just want to see it up close. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait a bit longer, I’m afraid.” I pushed him through the door, closed it, then wrapped my arms completely around him. After lifting him up, he wrapped his legs around my waist and I carried him over to the bed. I wanted to throw him down, but with his shoulder, I gently laid him down instead, covering him with my body.
“Fuck, I can’t get over how big you are. Your arms.”
He was feeling me up, and I let him. “You’re the one who caught me by the pool in Australia. You’re pretty strong too, you know.”
He grunted. “Maybe I used to be.”
“Hey, I don’t know all you’ve been through, but even if you can’t compete again, you still have a great body.”
“I’m sure you’re right, but I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about this now. I’m more interested in your body than mine.”
“What a coincidence. I’m more interested in your body than mine. Take your tank off.”
As he obeyed, I shimmied his speedo down and off. His dick was already hard again and his balls were tight in their hairless sac.
I pulled my shirt off quickly and dropped my shorts. “You ready?”
Ty nodded.
I positioned myself between his legs, wrapped one hand around his shaft, and leaned in to tongue what I could of his taint from this angle. Working my way over his balls and up the shaft, I made sure to move my tongue a little from side to side as I covered his entire length with saliva.
He took advantage of the break to ask if I’d take my briefs off.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“But I wanna see it!”
“How's it feel to want, babe?”
“Ugh!”
“You can see it right here.” I pulled back and jutted my crotch out, showing him the stretched fabric, an obvious wet spot at the apex of my bulge.
Ty started to reach for it.
“Nope!” I swatted his hand away. “You’re not ready for it.”
He grunted and slammed his head back into the pillow.
“For Christ’s sake, just lie back and let me suck your dick. I’ve never seen a guy so unwilling to get blown.”
“It’s not that, it’s, uh-holy shit.”
My tongue finally shut him up, and I was able to really focus on making him feel good. By watching his hands squeeze the comforter, I could tell when I did something he really liked. His head was pretty sensitive, but he reacted the most when I tightened one hand around his balls and lapped at the tight skin while twisting his shaft with the other.
If push came to shove, I’d say I was a better fuck than suck, but I could get the job done. I let off his dick with a smack that echoed off the walls. “I hope my friends aren’t in. Otherwise, they’re gettin’ an earful.”
“Am I being that loud?”
I laughed, and gave his leaking head a lick.
“Oh fuck!”
“Told ya so.”
“I don’t fucking care. Do it again.”
“Do it again…?”
“Please. Please, do it again.”
I liked hearing him ask for what he wanted. It made it that much hotter for me, knowing I was getting him riled up. Slipping his dick back between my lips, I hollowed out my cheeks with the force of my sucking. I massaged his balls with the combo of my tongue and fingers for a few seconds before trailing down his taint. I didn’t even get to brush a finger against his hole before he bucked up, forcing his dick down my throat.
Fuck! I pulled off, coughing. I wasn’t prepared for it to go that deep.
“I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Ty sat up, a horrified look on his face.
I waved him off. “I’ll be fine. You caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
“Jesus, bro. If you can’t handle my little”—he gestured to his erection—“how can I handle your-?”
“What’s the matter? You can’t say dick or cock now?”
“How the hell am I going to fit your monster cock in my mouth? That better?”
“Practice, babe.” I ran my fingers along his jawline. “This isn’t my best event. But something tells me you’ll do great. Better than me, for sure.”
“Why is that?”
“You’ve got DSL.”
“What does fast internet have to do with blowjobs?” He twirled a finger through his hair.
“Dick-sucking lips, babe.”
“Oh.”
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