Tuesday Treat for Halloween

An excerpt from Dickathlon - Chapter 21 (Tyler)

“Let me know if you see Miles or Preston,” I yelled at Declan over the music.
They were my only two athletes at the moment. The younger, middle and high school-aged athletes were back in school. We didn’t get an influx of them until the summer, which had ended before our arrival.
“You wanna drink, babe?” Declan asked.
“Sure. Why not? Something fruity.”
Declan leveled me with a look. 
“Don’t start,” I said, tweaking a nipple through his fabric breastplate.
“I’ll get you something with pineapple.”
That got my attention. “Planning on swallowing something later?”
“If I’m lucky.” He winked and headed to the kitchen, leaving me surrounded by half-clothed hunks in a field of twirling colorful lights.
This Hudson guy really knows how to throw a party.
My phone vibrated against my bare skin. I had no pockets, so it was tucked in my briefs.
Quinn: Happy Halloween! Did the mummy costume work out? What'd Dec go as?
Tyler: He is the hunkiest Hercules ever!
Quinn: Like Kevin Sorbo barbarian vibes or the Disney one?
Tyler: Disney! And fuck, it's the childhood fantasy I never knew I wanted. Hbu?
Quinn: Poison Ivy. 
Quinn: Starbucks Guy is here.
Tyler: Perfect. Now's your time. Get him, girl.
Quinn: Lmao, we'll see. Have fun!!!
"Coach Ty, is that you?"
I turned to see an almost naked Miles. His eighteenth birthday was a few months ago, but I invited him anyway, knowing he likely wouldn’t drink. He was kind of a boy scout. He was also really short. Like, shorter than Luke, short.
And wearing just a speedo, with a towel around his neck.
“Wow, Miles. You know this is a costume party, right?”
“I am aware."
"So, are you, like, naked guy?"
"I’m Jake Anderson. You know, the Australian diver.” He pulled at the speedo, showing me a blue flag with some stars. I surmised it was the Australian flag and avoided embarrassing myself by not asking for confirmation.
“Oh. I think I met him in Brisbane actually.”
“Seriously? Graham Shea is so lucky.”
“Jealous, huh?”
Miles nodded.
"I could probably introduce you some time. I certainly will, if they ever come to the San Diego area."
"I would die."
I couldn't help but smile. I had been with a guy for just over a year and had almost forgotten what being single felt like. Seeing Miles took me back.
“Well, there are plenty of men here tonight, and with a costume like that, you’ll be sure to have a lot of them interested.”
“You think so?”
“Of course. Isn’t that why you wore that?”
“Preston convinced me to. He said I needed to lose my V card.”
“What did I say?!”
I winced, smelling the alcohol on his breath. Preston had wedged between us, hanging himself off our shoulders. He wore a black bodysuit and mask, a fluorescent blue lightning-bird thing on his chest.
“You gave me this idea,” Miles answered, motioning to his mostly naked body.
“He looks hot. Right, Coach Ty?”
I ignored him, since hitting on my athletes was frowned upon and changed the subject. “Nightwing, huh?”
“I figured this shows off my muscles. Plus, most guys have a thing for superheroes.”
I wasn’t sure Preston was gay when I first met him. He seemed to disapprove of me and Declan, but after a while, I realized he was jealous. Tonight confirmed it for me, though it might be the alcohol. At best, he was very much in the closet. I hadn’t heard him speak of it until now, though Miles hadn’t seemed surprised. Of course, he could be hiding it. Miles was always hard to read. He was like Graham in that way.
“Well, the night ain’t gettin’ any younger, Coach. See ya ‘round. Don’t wait up.”
Before I could remind him that he was underage and that he should take it easy, Preston was gone.
“What are your plans for the night?” I asked Miles.
“I dunno. Just have a good time, I guess.”
“Well, if you need anything from me, just call or send a text.” I didn’t want to be too obvious, knowing he’d get embarrassed. Especially considering I just learned Miles was still a virgin.
“Sure thing, Coach.”
We stood there for a few more minutes without saying anything. I knew Miles was gathering the courage to venture out on his own.
“Hey, babe. Here ya go,” Declan said, handing me my drink. “Fruity, as requested. Hey, Miles. What’s up?”
“Hey, Declan. Nice costume.”
“Thanks. Showing off that tight body of yours, huh?”
I heard Miles giggle nervously, before I said, “Excuse me?”
“What? He does have a great body. I was just giving him a compliment.”
I knew what he said was true and I secretly thanked him for saying it, hoping it would give Miles some confidence.
“I like your Herc costume too, Declan.”
“Thanks, kid. Need help finding a guy to flirt with?” Declan asked.
“Hey, cutie. What’s your name?” a guy dressed as Pikachu wearing a crop top interrupted us.
“Doesn’t look like he needs any help, bro.” I pushed at Declan’s chest, moving us away from Miles and his new admirer. “Let’s give them some space.”
“You sure he doesn’t need a chaperone?”
“Miles is an adult-”
“Barely.”
“Wow, Dec. When did you become such a daddy?”
 He laughed. “All these younger men must bring it out in me.”
“As long as you go home with me.”
“Why? You have big plans?”
“I do plan on having a lot of pineapple juice. Save some room.” I patted his tight stomach.
“That works for me.”
We had found our way into a hallway. It wasn’t so loud here, so we didn’t have to yell.
“Oh, I forgot about the plan. What is it again? Sex on Fridays and Saturdays only?”
“You got it, babe.”
“What a waste.”
“Oh come on, It’ll only make it that much better.”
“If you say so.” I knew I was pouting and I didn’t care.
“It is Friday. Let’s enjoy the party and then when we get back, you can ride my dick until you cum all over me. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like Hercules might be a little horny.” I slipped my hand under his skirt to cup his bare ass. “The thong’s pretty hot, by the way.”
“I know how much you like my ass. Thought I’d show it off for you.”
“But everyone can see it.”
“I told you, I like jealous Ty.”
“Is that so?”
Declan nodded. “And if you keep rubbing my ass, the pleats in this skirt are gonna be sticking straight out in a few seconds.”
“That’s fine with me. Hercules had a club, didn’t he?”
“That club wants you on your knees. Now.” Declan grabbed my hand and tugged. I had no choice but to follow him. I tried to adjust my dick since it felt like it was about to pop out of my waistband. But the thought of me on my knees, looking up at Hercules, his massive cock sticking through the skirt, my mouth ready and waiting, was too much. My dick could do whatever it wanted.
The blowjob was quick and dirty. I didn’t care that spit was running down my chin. I didn’t care that I didn’t cum. I didn’t care that someone could walk in on us in the random bedroom we found.
I wanted to be used and Declan knew it. His hands threaded through my hair and he fucked my mouth as hard as he would pound my ass. Without a gag reflex, it didn’t matter how rough he was. The feel of his balls slamming into my chin had my dick weeping in my briefs. I could smell his sweaty musk in his pubes as they tickled my nostrils.
I don’t know if it was the costumes or something else, but it was the roughest he had been with me and I loved it. Maybe it was the last gasp before our future chastity? Well, my future chastity. Something inside of me liked that Declan was calling the shots. I hadn’t asked how he would keep from cumming all week long, but I knew the answer. He had more self control than I did.
“You ready for it, babe?”
I swiped the head of his cock with a rather creative tongue swirl and kept it lodged down my throat, trying to keep rhythm with his thrusts. I nodded briefly.
“I want to hear you say it, Ty.”
I pulled off. “Feed me. I want to swallow all of it. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Fuck, get your mouth back-”
He didn’t finish his sentence. In seconds I was rewarded with the first shot of salty sweetness on the back of my tongue.
“Fuck, Ty. Take it. Take my load. Your mouth - is so - hot,” he managed to say while catching his breath.
I finished milking his load out of his still-hard cock, swallowing all of it. Mine was always so sensitive after cumming, but Declan had a god-like level of stamina I could only wish to have one day.
“I’d ask how that was, but I think I can guess,” I quipped.
Declan let go of my hair, pushing several strands behind my ears. “Fuck, babe. I don’t think you realize how good you suck dick.”
“Maybe I’ll take up yoga and find out?”
“I would love to see that. If you need a few ribs surgically removed, I’ll pay for that.”
“I’ll start with yoga, but thanks for the offer.”
Declan pulled me to my feet. “I think that might’ve counted as public sex. Anyone could’ve walked in on us.”
“For my dickathlon?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure it counts as public?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not like I can bend you over a bench in Griffith Park and fuck the cum out of you on the observatory lawn.”
“Yes, actually. That sounds fantastic. I’d like that very much, please.”
“Well, we can fuck right now. Bend over!”
I put my hands on the bed and stuck my ass out.
“We don’t have lube, so I’m gonna get you nice and wet first.”
He yanked my briefs down, pulling some of the bandages loose in the process. They fell to the floor at my feet. My dick bounced in the air, hard as a rock. I felt his hands spread my ass apart and then a warm sensation on my hole. Fuck, he’s rimming me. I rested my forehead against the bed, willing myself to relax and enjoy the attention from his tongue. He hadn’t done this before.
The door opened - fuck - and I turned to see Miles and Pikachu guy. They seemed stunned to see us, then I watched as their eyes focused to my right, on Declan. I glanced down and could tell his dick was still jutting out through the skirt. I swear there was a string of cum dangling off the tip of it, glistening in the light, as he stood up to wrangle his dick back inside the thong. I didn’t even have time to move as Miles stuttered an apology and backed out of the room, dragging Pikachu guy with him.
"So-sorry," Declan stuttered.
"Why are you sorry?"
"Uh, one of your athletes just saw us fooling around."
I laughed. "Well, he knows we're together. Now, he also knows you have a massive penis."
"Are you okay with that?"
“I believe my oral performance a few minutes ago made it clear that I am very okay with your massive penis.”
Declan cuffed the back of my head. “Not what I meant. Are you okay with them walking in on us?”
"I don't have too much of a choice, do I? It already happened. And I'm not going to go ask him how he feels about what he saw. Based on his reaction, that would only make him more uncomfortable."
Declan finally relaxed and laughed a bit. "True. Maybe he'll just file it away and jerk off to the memory later like a normal teenager."
Gross. "Sure. That's the spirit." 
"What? Not what you needed to hear?"
I shook my head. "Let's go. I need to forget this conversation and that dick up my ass will do the trick." 
I pulled him out of the room and made a bee-line for the front door. We were leaving.
Despite the interruption, I was still horny as fuck.


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