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 half naked 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.