I showed up at Danny's house at 2:35 pm that Saturday. His house was a three story house, huge. It was made of red brick, a red house that showed its owners' pomp and position. Danny was fifteen minutes late as I took a quick glance at my cell phone. Typical, I thought to myself. Typical snobby rich kid.
I leaned against my car with my right arm holding my skinny body up. My right elbow leaned against the white paint of my car. My throat started to turn dry until...
..there Striker was. His red Jaguar pulled up to his own garage. A smile on his face. "How are you doing, Tanner?"
"You're over fifteen minutes late," I pretended to look at a watch on my right wrist.
"I'm sorry, I was talking to this fine ass girl, if I didn't at least get her number I would have been depressed."
Damn, he's straight. Or at least he plays it well. "That's okay, man, at least you're not two hours late or something."
"Cool," he responded as he got out of his car. He was holding his keys as he walk towards me. He waved his hand to follow him. He used one of his keys to open the door.
It was magnificent inside. I didn't really care about his money, or his house though. I just thought that he was a hunk. I wolf-whistled at the living room. "You like the huge TV, Tanner?"
"Hell yeah."
"You goof," he looked at me laughing a little.
"Let's go upstairs, I feel better studying there," Striker said.
We walked in comfortable silence as he led me to his room, it was the second room to the left. He opened the door and a huge bed appeared. "I think I want to live here for the weekend," I joked.
"Hahaha, you're a funny guy Tanner. It's a shame we haven't talked more," he smiled at me warmly.
"You're pretty funny in my classes, I overhear you talk sometimes," I replied. My dick became slightly erect. My heart, on the other hand was thumping, crushing over his sexy smile, his affectionate laugh.
"Cool," he said. He then took off his shirt and exposed his sculpted pecs to my face. My dick became even harder.
"Hey, do you want me to leave the room for a while?," I asked.
He then took his jeans off, exposing grey briefs. There was sweat by the edge of the briefs, close to his thighs. "It's okay, we're both men, it's nothing we haven't seen before."
He left his briefs on and got dark blue athletic shorts on. In my head my mouth fell to the floor, drool flooded his whole room. Danny jumped on his huge bed, "Ugh, I'm ready to study!"
"Me too," I struggled to utter out. It came out just the right volume though.
We spent the next two hours going through all the basic things Danny needed to know for the coming test, in a few weeks. I went through all the big pictured ideas and equations. I would play dumb a little. "Um, Danny, what's that?"
Anyone who knew, had no idea how much I wanted to kiss his warm lips. I wanted to jump and force my tongue down and have him pounce on top of me.
We took small ten minute breaks during those two hours, in which he would teach me to do sit ups to improve my abs. In the second break we went downstairs and he sprayed whip cream all in my mouth, we both laughed as he did the same to his. When the two hours were over I put my stuff back into my backpack. We were back in his bedroom. He just stared at me as I organized my notes, papers, and books back in. After what was about a minute of staring at me he asked, "Tanner, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you....?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you queer, dude?"
The floor felt like it left my feet. "What do you mean, man?," I responded.
"I mean gay. Are you gay?"
"What the fuck? What a weird question?," I kind of wanted to punch him in the gut at that moment.
"I hear some of the guys talk and stuff, and I defend you sometimes."
"I, I, I.....well, they're wrong!," I said angrily.
"I'm, I'm sorry, it was a stupid question. It's just I have no problems with gays or anybody," his cheeks were red.
I don't know what happened. Suddenly, tears poured out of my eyes, like waterfalls. "I, I, I,.....," I stuttered as I struggled to put together words.
Danny walked up to me an wrapped his arms around me, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
I laid my head against his fit pecs. I could now smell his deodorant on him. He smelled like a man. His solid biceps embraced my small an thin body. Tear continued pouring out my eyes.
Me motioned me towards the bed and he let me rest my head on his shoulders. He caressed my hair, rocking my body back and forward on the bed. More tears came out as I expressed my embarrassment and anger. I felt so protected, so loved, and so cared for. "I'm not going to tell anyone you cried or make assumptions about your sexuality anymore, straight or gay, I promise," he said as he rubbed his hand up and down my back. He tightened his arms and his hold around me more.
"But I, I, I am gay."
"It's okay, it's okay, Tanner," he caressed my hair a few times as he spoke.
We spent the next four minutes rocking back and forth on the bed. After those minutes I felt a hard poke around my right side. At first I thought it was Danny's cell phone but then I realized it came from Striker's crotch. It was warm and felt like a seven inch pole.
Danny continued with his huge arms around me, his hands caressing my hair and rubbing my back. I noticed his breathing becoming faster. It sped up and I could feel him sniffing my hair. Suddenly, I realized he was panting like a dog. His erection rubbing against my side. "Um, Danny, you don't have to comfort me anymore."
But his arms held me in his grip. He was too strong for me, I was no match for him. I sat, feeling his breath becoming heavier, and then his breath became a moan. I noticed after a few seconds that he was rubbing his erection against my side. His moaning became more prevalent and my dick was at full size.
I played weak and his prick rubbed more furiously against my right side. He moaned and I rubbed his biceps as I laid my head against his chest. I thought of something. I put my hands on his pecs, under his shirt, and rubbed it. "Oh, Danny, you're so strong and so big, I don't know how I can take it anymore."
I rubbed his hard biceps and I rubbed his back with both hands after.
His panting and breathing just seemed to get stronger and louder. He moaned, and moaned, and moaned, and moaned,"Uuhhhhhhhhh!!"
I could feel a wet patch against my right side, it was warm. He then gave me a peck on my left cheek. He let me go and patted me on the back with one hand, "Hey man, thanks, I needed some release!"
"Um....you're welcome?"
Striker stood up and about half of his semen was dripping out from his pants. Danny's cheeks turned red, "Um Tanner, I think you should leave."
"Leave? I thought we had one more hour to study left?"
"I don't think that's a good idea, I think you should leave," he pointed his finger at the door. He seems to be staring at the white sperm on his blue shorts.
I put the rest of my stuff into my backpack. I walked to the door and looked back at his face. He looked horrified, embarrassed, angry. But angry at whom? "Dude, just fucking leave, okay?," he almost yelled.
Scared, I ran out of his room, downstairs, and into my car. And I just drove off.
Or even Danny Striker. Sexy chapter, 88J.
