Twelve steps to heaven

[88Jockstraps]

I went to kiss him but he carried me up and laid me on the huge bed. His huge body hovered over me, his dirty blonde hair appeared darker, probably because of the lighting in the room. "I want you so badly Tanner, but if I kiss you now I'll go crazy, I wouldn't be able to control myself. See how you made me squirt last time? Can't we take it slow for a little bit?," he hugged me tightly and rubbed my right hand on his bulging shoulder. He then released me.

A correction on this paragraph from the newest chapter. It's supposed to be....

he hugged me tightly and I rubbed my right hand on his bulging shoulder. He then released me.

 

[Craiger]

Sexy things are happening, but I worry about Tanner's preoccupation with Mr. Striker. It wouldn't be cool if Danny were to find out and then Tanner may lose in the long run. Erotic chapter, 88J.

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

Sexy things are happening, but I worry about Tanner's preoccupation with Mr. Striker. It wouldn't be cool if Danny were to find out and then Tanner may lose in the long run. Erotic chapter, 88J.

Craiger

Mr. Striker is one hot DILF! His character was created from my love of older men.

 

[88Jockstraps]

Mr. Striker was home. He was done with work for the day. Meanwhile, Danny and I were downstairs watching some dumb reality TV show. I looked straight ahead as Danny just stared at me for the next twenty seconds or so. I ignored his eyes and made a fake coughing noise. After awhile he rubbed his left leg against my right one. He was still wearing his socks, which stunk of some strange athletic smell, like a scent you would expect a basketball player would have after a hard game. His leg continued to rub against mine.

Soon, I reciprocated his rubbing back. He put his arm around me and locked his arm around my neck. I could smell his deodorant. His rubbing on my leg became more intense. My head lay on his chest as my dick became harder and harder by the seconds. I rubbed his leg against mine, feeling both of our flesh, a warm adolescent feeling of frustration and hormones breathed between us. Both of our breaths became harder. His right hand took my head and he tongued my mouth. Fuck, he tasted good. He tasted like a man.

His tongue fucked mine and his left hand rubbed his own cock. He smelled like a jock, a basketball player, a sweaty athlete that had just won a game, and I was his pussy he was going to fuck after the game. My tongue rubbed against his and I could feel his leg still making love to my leg. He forced my face into his armpit. The smell of deodorant came again along with a manly scent. He kissed my head and any part of my body he could as I licked his pit. His hand was now in his pants, jerking his prick. I finished off the sweat from his pit and started on his pecs. "I'm going to make you mine tonight," he said in a very macho voice, his voice sounded more mature, like he was in his late twenties.

I continued to lick his pecs as he jerked off. He was flexing and moving his pec muscles, by themselves, the way some guys would do in the gym to show off. I moved my right hand towards his cock and he moved my hand away. He stood up abruptly, his erection still intact, "We gotta get ready for the restaurant," he looked at me.

I checked my cellphone. He was right, it was now 7:30 PM.

Striker's erection was now simmering down as I stared at his body and his black socks. "Fine, I'll go change."

"You mean, we'll go change?"

I laughed a little and we both headed to our suits upstairs. Danny went into his room quickly and I headed towards Mr. Striker's room. I turned the doorknob and it was Mr. Striker, his flaccid dick in front of me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have knocked," I closed the door back. I waited what seemed like two minutes as the door opened again. Mr. Striker appeared with a smile on his face.

"I forgot Tanner, you and Danny were going to that new restaurant. He's a damn showoff, he always takes his girlfriends and friends to places where he thinks will impress them."

"Well then I better hurry up and get dressed so he can show off," I forced a smile on my face.

"Sorry, I'm keeping you," and Mr. Striker walked towards the stairs, he was now in long jeans.



Danny drove me in his red Jaguar. We got to skip a long line in the restaurant because Danny's parents had connections and was rich. Now I don't really care about money but this restaurant was flashy as hell, very luminous. There were silver chandeliers on the tall roof and there were squirting water fountains that made for a elegant show. The waiters and waitresses were all dressed in silver, the men were in golden ties. We finally got to our seats.

Danny looked like the prince from Snow White, except in all white. His hair had gel in it and his hair was styled differently than usual. He smiled at me as I sat down. "You look really nice, Tanner."

"Thanks," I was at a lost for words.

A lady appeared in front of us, she appear in a silver outfit with her brunette hair, "Here are your menus, my name is Margaret and I will be your waiter today. If you need anything just tell me," and she left quickly.

"What do you want to drink, Tanner?"

"A lemonade."

"Just lemonade? How about a mojito?"

"We're both only eighteen though," I looked at him, nervous.

"Don't worry, I got your back. They're more lenient towards my family and I," he winked at me.

"Oo, oookay, then a mojito then!"

Margaret came back, "What to drink for you two?"

"Two mojitos, Margaret," Striker said.

"Oh, can I also have a water?" I interjected.

"Sure," Margaret scribbled down words with a pen on her pad fast. She sped away again.

"Now you're getting the hang of it," Striker smiled at me again.

"I feel like I owe you for all of this, Danny," I looked at his handsome face seriously.

"It's only one night. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't want to, don't worry about all this tonight, man."

"Alright, I'm good," and I loosened my toes in my dressed up shoes as I exhaled.

I stared at the menu that our waitress had gave us. Suddenly I felt something rub against my leg. I ignored it. My index finger traced the items on one page of the menu and I felt the rubbing again. I lifted the table cloth and saw that it was Striker's very fancy black dressed up shoes rubbing against mine. I looked up at Striker and saw him staring at me like the way a lion looks hungrily at a deer.

I looked back at my menu and I rubbed my shoe back at him. I could feel how tight and fit his calves were with my leg. Our feet and legs were dancing with each other under the table and I uttered a guffaw,"Bahaha!"

Danny laughed too but he kept his voice low. An old couple a few feet away from us stared at me. They looked away as it appeared as if we were doing nothing.

A few seconds later I felt Striker's right feet rub my cock. I faked a few coughs as he did this. I returned the favor with my right feet. Danny bit his finger intensely as I felt rubbed his manhood. I saw him close his eyes quickly and his teethe gnawed on the fingers of his left hand. "Tanner, stop."

I looked around the restaurant and saw that Margaret was coming towards us from a few feet away behind me.

Roughly forty-five seconds later she showed up. "Here are your drink boys. Enjoy!"

She laid down a large glass of cold water and the two mojitos sat comfortably close to our right hands, on the table.

"Nah, we're men, Margaret," Danny started.

"Okay, men then," Margaret laughed slightly and walked away.

 

[Kyanimal]

HA! THIS could prove to be quite interesting!

I think I'm liking Margaret!

MORE, Please!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

At their age, I would have been so nervous. All gussied up at an elegant restaurant playing footsies under the table.... Now let's see, which fork do I start with?????? This is going to be an interesting evening and a hotter night.... Both Tanner and Danny are working up an insatiable appetite for the "dessert course." Fun chapter, 88J.

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

HA! THIS could prove to be quite interesting!

I think I'm liking Margaret!

MORE, Please!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

Margaret has some spunk. Can't you tell?

 

[88Jockstraps]

At their age, I would have been so nervous. All gussied up at an elegant restaurant playing footsies under the table.... Now let's see, which fork do I start with?????? This is going to be an interesting evening and a hotter night.... Both Tanner and Danny are working up an insatiable appetite for the "dessert course." Fun chapter, 88J.

Craiger

Oh, to be eighteen again!

 

[88Jockstraps]

I don't know how tall this guy is but I imagine Danny Striker to look similar to this guy. I think this guy is a better example/picture of what I think Striker looks like, in my head.

 

[Craiger]

Well, give me Danny if Tanner doesn't want him...

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

This is Mr. Striker, Danny's dad, when he was about 26!

 

[Craiger]

Goodness! From what Tanner has told us, there might not be much difference, just a few gray hairs or something... Danny really does have some competition.

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

Goodness! From what Tanner has told us, there might not be much difference, just a few gray hairs or something... Danny really does have some competition.

Craiger

Mr. Tanner is around 45 years old. Thanks for the comment.

I've kind of burnt out from writing this story the past month or so, I'm taking a break from it. I will return to it....when I feel like it, LOL!

 

[Craiger]

Take your time. Sometimes a rest gives more inspiration. Don't forget us though. We have to see what paths Tanner and Danny take.

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

We got back to Danny's home at about 9:45.

We both headed in Striker's house. Mr. Striker was shirtless on the couch drinking a beer. He was wearing dark blue basketball shorts. "How was the food, you two?"

"It was amazing, Mr. Tanner."

"Hey, just call me Brett, that's my first name."

Danny laughed, "What have you been doing, dad?"

"Just watching some basketball, you goof!"

"Well, we'll see you later, dad," Danny waved one comical wave at Mr. Striker, or should I say Brett.


Fifteen minutes later I went downstairs and Mr. Striker was in the kitchen. The refrigerator was a few feet away from him. "Hi, Mr. Striker."

"Getting something to eat, Tanner?," he looked at me, drinking a can of beer.

"I just want water," I stared at his abs and his nice calves, his thighs were slightly hairy. He smiled at me. I jolted awake from my lust, I just realized that I was staring at him for like fifteen seconds or something.

I quickly grabbed a bottle of water. "See ya, Brett."

Brett continued his smile at me. He approached me and caressed my right cheek and the side of my head, along with my hair. He pecked me a kiss on my forehead.

"You remind me of my first girlfriend," he whispered in my ear.

Mr. Striker walked away as my feet went numb. I just stared at his perfectly sculpted body and his dark blonde hair. There was only like three or four strands of gray hair on him. He walked towards the living room with the TV. I struggled to hang on to my water bottle.

I quickly got ahold of the ground under my feet and held tight to the water bottle. I wanted to go sniff Brett's briefs and boxers again.

I shook my head and the thought disappeared. Up the stairs I headed.


I cuddled up with Danny. He smelled like soap. I remember him telling me he was going to shower before we went out to the restaurant. I felt his strong arms firmly around me. I felt protected. "Hey Tanner, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you.....find my dad attractive?"

My stomach almost fell out of my body, "Well, I am gay, and he is very fit."

"Well, I want to do something about it!"

"Are you mad at me for thinking your father is hunky?"

"I,....I,...I want to fuck you before he fucks you!"

"But he's straight, right?"

"I don't know, man. I just....." he messaged the area where my asshole would have been.

I just moaned. Dan started to kiss my neck and his erection started to grow, I felt a stiff rod behind me.

"Are you bisexual, Danny?," I looked at his lustful eyes.

Danny jerked his erection from underneath his shorts. "I never got an erection for any guy except you. I'm a bit confused about that."

"You mean, you never ever felt anything for any guy, sexually or emotionally, before me?"

"Yeah, man. None of this makes sense to me, I don't get it."

"I,...I want you so bad Danny!"

"Come here," and we embraced each other again. He rubbed his stiffy against my ass.

A few seconds later he took all his clothes off. I took all mine off too, my prick fully hard.

We began rubbing our dicks together with each other, Danny's breathing increased as did mine. We were in standing position. He carried me, with my bottom under his hands. He went back to the bed.

 

[Craiger]

That was interesting. Tanner may make out in double satisfaction. Danny must know something about his Dad or he wouldn't have mentioned it. It will be exciting to see where this goes.

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

Danny was on top of me. His amazing pecs shining from the dim lamp by his bedside. I rubbed them, feeling the hardness under my finger tips. He kissed my neck, his huge arms appeared to want to own me. There was fear in his pupils, I want to be your only man.
The outline of my anus felt his cockhead, it was throbbing. My hungry asshole felt his cockhead insert itself. I could then feel all of him in me. "AAAAaaaahhh!"

"Tanner," he said quietly and covered my mouth with one of his hands.

He thrust his hips, his eyes closed in pleasure, his arms embracing me when his dick was in me fully. "Tanner, I thought your ass was amazing when I first met you, I wanted your asshole forever!"

It hurt. His cock was huge in my eyes. All eight inches of him penetrated my boy hole. "Dan, it hurts."

I said this in a whisper. "Maybe this will help," he stuck his tongue down mouth, his lips felt soft and warm against mine.

"I said it hurts, I didn't say I hated it," I responded after his tongue went out. I ogled his pecs and rubbed them with both of my hands. I traced his abdominals with my fingers. And finally put my hands behind his muscle bound back and rubbed both hands behind him.

"You like muscles, bud?," he questioned me. He then carried me, both his huge arms and hands supporting my bottom and my skinny body.

My asshole didn't hurt as much anymore but it still needed less than a dozen more fucks until I was used to this shit. "Ahhh, Dan, you're such a hunk."

"No other guy is gonna have you first, you hear me? No other prick is going to own your hole like my dick. I'm your only man, you hear me?!" His prick was so stiff, it felt like someone stuck a huge remote control in my hole.

I rubbed his pecs again and started to kiss him. He tongued me. "MMmmmmm, own me, Danny, protect me."

He fucked me faster and faster, I jerked my cock off, I had never been so stiff in my whole life. My cock felt like it was going to break in half.

He was sweating on his neck as he set me down on the bed again. His eyes closed intensely as he thrust his hips like they were on fire. He opened his eyes again and started to flex his arms, I could see the hairs on his armpits. I motioned his armpits towards me and sniffed and licked all his man scent from him, eating him like I was a hungry wolf.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!," I felt wetness deep inside my anus. Danny suddenly collapsed on top of me.

"You finished yourself off, man?," I asked.

"Yeah, man, what about you? You gotta get off too," and at that moment he stuck his right index finger and middle finger in my male hole again.

"Jerk yourself off for me, dude. I want to see your beautiful seeds," he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck then.

And I did, he, at that moment stuck his ring finger up my ass. He just stared at me intensely with his eyes, like a lion that was hungry. I continued jerking off, I squeezed my nuts as he finger penetrated me with his fingers. He kissed me warmly, "Come on bud, show me how much I make you wanna squirt."

And I couldn't hold back anymore, I played with my cock flesh like it was a toy, I pumped my cock like a pig in heat, "AAAAAAAAAaaarrrrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!"

I must have shot fourteen shots of cum. I never felt such a release in my life, like I had been teased to the point of madness. We both kissed each other, his huge body on top of mine. I sniffed and licked one of his armpits for a few seconds until he said, "We got to clean this all up, Tanner!"


We spent the next four minutes wiping, with Danny's Kleenex, in his room, all our male gravy from the walls, the bed, our bodies, and our clothes. Danny and I collapsed on the bed, his arm around me, as if he was Tarzan, protecting me from a dangerous jungle or something, as if he wanted to impress me with his strength and masculinity.

"Tanner, that was the best sex I've ever had," he looked at me lustfully into my eyes.

"You're screwing with me, Danny."

"No Tanner, I felt like I just released ten years worth of cum."

I looked at him and laid underneath his arms. I rubbed my hands on his left thigh. It was the most firm thigh I had ever felt. We just laid there on the bed, in silence. I started to drift out of consciousness. I snuggled closer to his chest and arms. And we both just held each other that night, in a comfortable sleep.

 

[Craiger]

Erotic and romantic all in one chapter. Thanks, 88J. I hope Tanner realizes how lucky he is and forgoes thoughts of Mr. Striker. Danny sounds more than enough to satisfy any lust Tanner may have. However, your vision of Mr. Striker is quite nice.....

Craiger

 

[88Jockstraps]

Erotic and romantic all in one chapter. Thanks, 88J. I hope Tanner realizes how lucky he is and forgoes thoughts of Mr. Striker. Danny sounds more than enough to satisfy any lust Tanner may have. However, your vision of Mr. Striker is quite nice.....

Craiger

I don't mind older men, although I like males/men from 18 to 75.

 

[88Jockstraps]

I dressed myself with clothes I had just got from my house in Mr. Striker's room. Danny helped drive me back to my house to get my school uniform. The Strikers, including Mrs. Striker, were getting ready to go to church, and Mr. Striker invited me along. Sure, why not?, I told Brett.

I buttoned up my white shirt inside my school uniform. I kneeled down on one leg and tied my dressed up shoes. Something haunted me inside my head. I tied the other shoe on my knees also. When I was done dressing up I erected myself and went to the closet. Mr. Striker's basket of sweaty and unclean underwear, for the week, was lying there, speaking to me.

I couldn't take it anymore, I sneaked into the closet and took one of his briefs. This time it was dark blue briefs. It was wet, I sniffed it. It smelled like Mr. Striker had literally just got back from the gym. I knew that he had just finished jogging that morning so I wondered if this was his briefs, he had just taken off. It smelled like a gym rat's hard work, sweat, and frustration, all in one.

My stomach had a strange feeling cover it, perhaps it was guilt? I took one last sniff of Mr. Striker's sweaty underwear, I threw it back into the basket.

I got out from under the shadows of the closet and out of the threshold. I looked around Mr. Striker's room. Complete and utter silence. Just a few seconds later Brett (Mr. Striker) came to the room, his sculpted body wrapped in a white towel. I could tell he had just gotten out of the shower. "Hey Tanner, just going to dress up quickly for church. You done, bud?"

"Sure, Brett. You can do anything, it is your room after all!," I smiled at him.

"Haha, thanks Tanner. Mrs. Striker made breakfast for you guys downstairs."

I headed towards the door to exit but then I felt something rub on my left arm, through my clothing. It felt warm and caring. Mr. Striker's huge hand caressed and rubbed against my arm, through my uniform, he smiled at me. "You're an amazing kid, Tanner. I'll give you anything you want, just tell me what you want, anything and anytime, I'll get it done for you."

Mr. Striker's lips brushed softly against mine, it felt warm and manly. His tongue then inserted into mine. I felt confused, I let his tongue taste mine for two seconds. I pushed him back. "I, I, I'mm sorry, Mr. Striker, I really like you, but I can't do this to your wife. I mean, I really, really, like you."

"That's what I like about you Tanner, you're so kind, a good friend, and loyal," he smiled at me, his white teethe hanging out.

"I can't do this to Mrs. Striker, or Danny, Brett. We can be friends can't we?"

"Sure we can, bud. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I invaded you like that, it was wrong of me. It's just that Mrs. Striker and I had not had sex for weeks, I'm dying for a kiss, a rub, a hug, anything. Mrs. Striker and I don't get along half of the time. It's just that I find you really attractive, Tanner. If Mrs. Striker and I weren't married, I'd pork the shit out of you now."

"Hahaha," I laughed at his lust and his frustration.

"Oh man, I'm sorry again. I shouldn't be talking to you this way, Tanner. Like you're my lover or something. It's wrong. I feel so stupid!"

"It's okay, Mr. Striker. I won't tell Mrs. Striker or anybody else. Your secrets are safe with me. It's kind of half my fault anyways."

"Your fault? How?," he looked bewildered.

"I kind of egg you on sometimes. I always stare at you, ogle you when I shouldn't. I also kind of feed your ego, that's bound to drive some men crazy."

There was drool dripping from Mr. Striker's mouth. I took my hand and wiped his spit off his pecs with my it. I wiped it on Brett's towel. I took my hand and rubbed his pec with it. I took my thumb finger and circled it under his nipple. I saw his erection poking up through his towel. I took my other hand and caressed and rubbed his other pec. My hand showed gratitude for his pec and made circles, round and round, his breathing became heavier.

The same hand felt his masculinity, his pride, and his desires through his pec. Both hands now had my thumbs circling just under his nipples. Both hands continued warming up his pecs. "You're such a big man, Mr. Striker, you drive me so crazy, it's unbearable sometimes!"

Mr. Striker's eyes had stared at my eyes since I started cleaning up his drool with my hand. Our eyes were entranced and hypnotized with each other. It was as if our eyes were fucking each other. The lust between us grew overbearing.

"Aaaaahhh, Tanner, I can't take it anymore!!," Mr. Striker lunged at me and was on top of me, we were both on the floor. I could feel his huge prick rub against my erect cock.

Brett's lips got close to mine again. I pushed him back this time, but he was too strong, his muscles were huge, and his strength was like that of a lion. I had teased the older man past his edge. "Mr. Striker, please, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you like that, please get off of me."

Mr. Striker got off of me. His head hung in what I believed to be guilt. "I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have done that!," he pretended to hit himself in the head with his left fist.

"No, I'm sorry, it was my fault, I let my desires get the best of me, I led you on!"

"We can't resist each other, what are we going to do?"

"How about, how about.....I just stop teasing you, okay?

"Alright, and I'll stop rubbing you all the time, well I guess I tease you too," Mr. Striker said.

For a few seconds I couldn't help it, my erect dick had a mind of its own, I just ogled Brett's moderately hairy legs, they were so animal, so strong, and so alpha.

"Tanner, you okay, man?"

I looked up at Brett's face, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking at your calves and your legs."

"Listen, Tanner, I'll just try to not be so shirtless, or almost naked all the time, okay?"

"Oh, okay," I said.

"Just friends?," Brett held out his right hand at me.

I shook it, "Okay, just friends."

I just walked out the door, closed it, and walked out with a strange feeling of relief in my gut. Mr. Striker was now just my friend, and I was to treat him like one.

The hallway outside was empty and I took steps towards Danny Striker's room.