Step by Step

Step by Step The adventures of Olivier and Carl-Eric Part 1 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

The following story contains description of sexual contact between men. This is a partly true story. Feedback is appreciated.

Lyrics: Step by Step (Whitney Houston) Words and music by Annie Lennox.

Step by Step Olivier and Carl-Eric A beginning

...and suddenly you just know it's time to start something new and trust in the magic of beginnings.

Olivier, kicked the sheets to the floor. In the fitful hours before summer dawn his sleep grew lighter. He woke with a major hard-on. He had a nice dream.

The man kissed him and laid him back down. He hugged him tightly. The man made him his boy. He thrust into him, moaned and sucked on his neck as he fucked his fat cock into his tight hole. Olivier was taken. Stretched and fucked. Deep inside his virgin ass. All the way, hell, he wanted that!

He finished off in the shower imagining how his dream could have ended. To receive the final gift. To be stretched open to receive the man cock in his ass. The man released himself. Hot cum deep inside his tight virgin ass. That hit him and did it. The flood of his hot boy cum just shot in tangled ropes. Olivier's face showed the strain of his orgasm. Teeth clenched and neck bulging. He wiped his hot cum over torso. The rick strong aroma of his young maleness filled his nostrils. He was wet with sticky solid globs of spermy cum. This felt so good!

Olivier soaped up his hairless body and as he did his cock and balls. He massaged the last few drops of cum from his softening cock. He rinsed off and cum rinsed easily down the drain as he remembered, he was still just a virgin boy. He went to his room, got dressed and went to the gym.

The last months he had slept alone in his student bedroom at campus. He was nervous and felt troubled. This summer, in which Olivier's life would change dramatically, a Swedish exchange student was about move in. Now Olivier had to share his room with him. Olivier wasn't looking forward to meet him. Happy with his privacy, but told himself he needed the money.

By the time Olivier was 16 years old, he had 'come out' to himself. It was only the first step, he was not out and open. Self-acceptance was a process that slowly continued. What was bothering him? How made being gay such an impact? He didn't know.

The student flat was soaked fully of 'the Dutch paradox'. Sexual tolerance was standard but exclusion towards gays in everyday life not uncommon. Dutch students around him liked to accept gays. Oh yeah, it was a proof of their modernity, tolerance and open mind set. Olivier's fellow students still often talked about them being filthy, scary, blameworthy. A threat to their masculine identity. Most of them were here at college for sport, fitness and science. Olivier was surrounded by straight acting muscularity and maleness.

Olivier did his own thing, his study, friends and fitness. But he waited before hitting the showers, he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to rinse his hard young boy clean of sweat with his buddies. He felt shy and his cock got always hard.

It was still early and he had finished a good workout. Alone in the showers. Standing, legs wide, closed eyes. He brushed slowly down its upstretched length. Oh shit, it was dangerous. It felt so good. Cupping his balls he began to jerk his cock with smooth easy strokes. He remembered and smiled as the familiar tingling pressure began to build in his balls. God, he couldn't believe it. Here he was, hot and horny dreaming about submission to his buddies, the jock studs around him. The magical dream to surrender to the studs. To be used. To be fucked. On his knees, his mouth, his ass. He was ready to serve them. It seemed natural. I felt good. He groaned softly as he played with his left sensitive nipple.

That did it. His cock jumped in his grip, shooting great gobs of white cum that arched in the air as Olivier's fist moved on. Finally the fountain slowed to a last few dripping drops that oozed over Olivier's fingers. He really did need a shower!

This summer would change everything.

Step by step.

'Well there's a bridge and there's a river that I still must cross

As I'm going on my journey

Oh, I might be lost'

When Olivier met Carl-Eric, the blond Viking smiled and extended his hand in greeting at Schiphol Amsterdam Airport. The boy was tall and husky with sun bleached hair cut in a shaggy fashion. It flopped around his head as he walked. Carl-Eric's shirt was unbuttoned almost to his waist, his skin was tanned deep brown. Olivier saw the massive muscularity of his chest, his pectorals were solid slabs jutting out over hard abdominal ridges and the boy showed thick tights in his tight jeans. Olivier swallowed and forgot most of his opposition and objections as he felt the warm strong grip of Carl-Eric's hand.

"You are Olivier, right? The guy with whom I have to share my room."

The boy said, his voice was deep,

"I'm Carl-Eric."

For some reason Olivier couldn't seem to get his voice working. He nodded, trying hard to resist the temptation to stare at the boy's magnificent body. The Viking was a born athlete, a gym boy and a real Viking. A well-trained god, who was about to study at the Royal Academy of Sports and Exercise Science. Olivier was told, he wanted to become a P.T. teacher and coach.

Olivier lost the battle!

His big eyes roamed down the broad chest to the blond hair and circled the deep navel and disappeared into the low-slung jeans. Olivier, smooth himself, could only dream about such a treasure trail. The buttons of the fly looked ready to tear loose from the worn material stretched over his crotch.

As Olivier started, the bulge seemed to grow.

"You like what you see?"

The boy's blue eyes were narrowed in quiet amusement as his hand dropped to his crotch, casually touching himself. Olivier was sure now. Fuck, his cock grew.

"You like what you see?"

He repeated, his now quieter tone seemed to resonate in the pit of Olivier's belly and his eyes flicked to that groping hand and the enormous lump in his jeans. Then back to the handsome, grinning face above him. Olivier was and felt very little compared to his new roommate. He always wanted to be like him. He wanted to do things for him. He wanted him. To surrender.

Olivier stammered,

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay."

Carl-Eric smiled at him,

"It's my hope, boy, that the two of us can be good buddies. Real good buddies."

Olivier gulped and marveled at the sensation flooding him as he started into those intense blue eyes. It started at his balls and spread in all directions at once, making him go soft at some places and hard others. Slowly he raised his hand and let it be caught in the blond's strong grip, tight and still, as though sealing a pact. Finally Carl-Eric broke the spell.

"We better get our asses in gear. I want to see the apartment and take a long shower,"

He stood and they walked to parking.

"Wait a second,"

he said, smiling,

"Holland is too hot for a shirt, I sweat my ass off. I want to feel the wind on my body."

He pulled off his shirt, just like that, slipping it over his broad shoulders and down his bulging biceps and stuffed it into his back pocket. Olivier stared at him, he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

The boy was confident and strong, now it was his turn. No hesitation this time. Olivier just peeled off his shirt. Carl-Eric glanced down at the bare-chested boy.

Olivier's body was small but toned, his pectoral muscles were already clearly defined, tipped with pink tender looking nipples. The boy was young. He was slim, smooth, fresh faced, and his body had not yet hardened into that of a man. It was still soft, still the softness of his late childhood. He was flawlessly beautiful and his dark eyes seemed to be about two sizes too big for him.

Carl-Eric smiled, felt the Olivier's eyes on him, staring at him. The boy's eyes focused on his crotch. His cock twitched involuntarily, just enough to move the cloth of his jeans. The boy's started and his eyes widened. God knew, how much he wanted that cock.

"Okay, come on."

Carl-Eric grinned. As they came in view of the city, the sun was low at the sky. The walked inside and standing in the hall he felt a nudge at his shoulder. He looked up,

"Come on, show me where we sleep. We can throw my rucksack up there before having dinner."

Olivier nodded and led him up stairs to the second floor where there were four student apartments and their shared living room annex kitchen.

Carl-Eric followed him into the room. There were two beds, a desk and a chest of drawers. Carl-Eric looked around. Olivier's desk and his bookshelf. A few reference books, an award, and his diploma from high school. An old propaganda poster from Vietnam. Nothing too exciting. Some photos, pictures of him and some friends on a hike, and a photo of him at the Eifel tower in Paris. No relatives, no girlfriend.

"No, it isn't much, is it? Well, I sleep right there,"

He kicked the right hand bed. Carl-Eric threw his rucksack on floor next the left bed and then turned back on him. He flopped down on his bed, stretching his muscled frame. His shirt was back on but it was still unbuttoned, exposing rock ridges of muscle. Olivier saw clearly now the fine blond hair that swirled down his low-slung jeans. He was still smiling at the boy but now there was a sterner edge of it, a kind of no bullshit quality that excited Olivier.

"Sit down, Olivier."

Olivier dropped like a moppet whose strings were cut.

"I want to explain a few things. You are a bright kid, and not stupid, but I will tell you anyhow."

Olivier started to speak, but Carl-Eric silenced him with an intensive look and a raised hand.

"That's good, boy. Learn to listen, that's the first thing. Real good, boy. Now, I think you are a lonely boy, that's why you asked for an exchange student and roommate. You look for a good buddy. A real man to show you how to life. A man who knows the ropes. The money is bullshit. Am I right?"

Olivier sat there silently, afraid to answer.

"Say it, boy."

Olivier swallowed, he hardly recognized his own voice as he choked out,

"Yes, you are right."

Carl-Eric nodded his head.

"Good boy, That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He realized he felt better in a funny kind of way. Carl-Eric continued talking to him and his tone of voice seemed to go right into him, boring deep in his gut.

"Now me, on the other hand. I don't feel that way at all. I took a liking to you right away. My friends are far away, that's right, but I like you and think you are a smart kid. You will understand that."

As Carl-Eric spoke he dropped his left hand to his crotch, idly hefting himself through his jeans as if he was unaware of what he was doing. He saw the way Olivier's eyes widened. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hand down his left thigh, stimulating and stroking the outline of his cock.

Olivier stared hypnotized, his mouth hanging open dumbly. He was speechless.

"Yes, I think you are a smart kid, who's got what it takes to learn fast. You're good looking shit, too. Like that. I could take care of you around here. You wouldn't be alone. You have a buddy now. It would make life a lot easier for you. Would you like that? Would you like to be my little buddy?"

For a second, Olivier managed to tear his eyes away from the hard-packed crotch and pawing hand in front of him. His eyes met Carl-Eric's deep blue eyes.

Helplessly, Olivier nodded yes.

"Good boy, I was hoping you'd feel that way."

He went on,

"I've been wanting a little buddy like you. I was done with my rough life. Suddenly I just knew. It was time to start something new. I trust in the magic of beginnings. I think we get along real well. What do you think?"

Olivier nodded again, still not trusting himself to say anything. He could feel himself stiff and hard in his jeans.

"Okay, but if we're going to be buddies. I'm going to have to teach a few things to you, things I will want you to do for me. Buddy things that will feel real good for both of us. Know what I mean?"

Olivier wished like hell, he did, but he didn't. He had no idea what this Viking boy was talking about.

Sadly he shook his head.

"That's right, boy. I will show you. Oh yeah, I will show everything."

Carl-Eric's hand kept moving slowly but steady on himself through his jeans.

"By the time I'm done with you, you will know what I mean. Come here! Get your ass of that bed and come over here!"

Carl-Eric's voice was suddenly harder. The Viking's voice vibrated Olivier's body.

Confused Olivier rose to his feet and walked over to the other bed. The Viking stretched further on the bed, spreading his muscular thighs, displaying his cock and balls more prominently.

Olivier felt trapped. The muscular body before him oozed a sense of masculinity and strength that exciting him beyond words.

"Touch me,"

Carl-Eric said in a harsh whisper. Olivier hesitated only for a moment. He wanted to submit, this was a wet dream came true. He was tingling with anticipation and desire for him. He was going to submit his body and soul to him. He was going to become his little buddy. Olivier firmly believed it, now this muscular Viking ordered him to touch him. He loved the thought of it and trembled.

"If you want to be my little buddy, you have to do what I say. Else I will take down your jeans and slap your naked ass. Make your choice. Are you going to be my little buddy or not?"

Yes Olivier felt it. He would submit. He would look up to him in envy and admiration of his muscular body.He would be mesmerized by his gorgeous blue eyes. The Viking looked deep into his soul. He knew that he was trying not to show how much he was in awe of him. The Vinking was knowing his answer, with absolute certainty. His body would give way, that he would do everything to be his little buddy. In complete submission and worship.

"Yes,"

Olivier mumbled,

"I will be your little buddy."

A grin flicked across Carl-Eric's handsome face,

"Good boy."

He said,

"You have made your choice, and it's the last one you have to bother with. From now on all the choices are mine, do you understand?"

Olivier smiled timidly,

"I think so,"

"No,"

He laughed affectionately,

"You can't understand yet, but you will. After a while, taking my orders will be easy and natural for you."

Olivier's smile grew stronger, more eager, eager to please him as his eyes moved back to Carl-Eric's hand still touching himself.

"Back to your first order, touch me!"

Olivier reached out, wanting to touch, it was an order from his new buddy, the only buddy he had. His fingers brushed lightly across the denim of his jeans.

Olivier froze when they heard a loud knock at the door, Carl-Eric groaned in frustration,

"What the fuck?"

"I know who it is,"

Olivier whispered but Carl-Eric just ordered him,

"Stay where you are,"

as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood, practically banging his crotch into Olivier's face.

"I will get rid of him."

He gingerly opened the door and Olivier heard a voice say,

"I just wanted to say there is dinner in the living room."

"Sorry, I didn't know. I just arrived."

I could see Carl-Eric blocked him, to keep this guy from coming inside. The voice explained,

"We, this floor of the building, eat together in the shared living room on Sunday."

"We will be there a minute."

Carl-Eric closed the door and walked back to Olivier,

"Don't worry, little buddy. It will be here later. I'm one horny bastard as you will find out."

He reached between Olivier's legs. The boy squirmed nut stayed put as he groped him.

"Looks like you are a horny bastard yourself, little buddy,"

He chuckled. Olivier nodded proudly.

Carl-Eric laughed harder.

"Okay. You keep listening to me. I guarantee we will both feel the better for it. Now let's get some dinner before your fellows eat it all."

Olivier undressed for bed, he was alone. Carl-Eric was still in the living room with his new fellows. Carl-Eric immediately gets along well with the other students. He was nice, open and helpful. He happily helped with the dishes. A born sportsman. Muscular, handsome. Something that the others naturally noticed. He told about Sweden and the habits there. They talked and laughed. He spoke excellent English with a comical accent. Nobody had the slightest suspicion that he, the Vinking, could be gay at all.

Carl-Eric sent Olivier to their room, without anyone noticing it. He nodded featherily with his head and whispered,

"You go to our room, little buddy. Now."

Olivier folded his jeans and white T shirt carefully and put them on the chair. He tugged at the front of his white boxer shorts. He was too excited to go to sleep. He padded barefoot over to the window. The moon was shining bright.

Carl-Eric entered quietly en took to study the obliviously boy in the moonlight. The white boxer shorts fit tightly over his full firm boy's ass. Carl-Eric imagined pressing himself between those cheeks, tightly, sinking deep in the tender heat. He clicked the door shut behind him and locked it. Olivier turned, a startled look on his handsome face. Carl-Eric grinned broadly at the sight of Olivier's erect penis poking from the opening of his boxer shorts. Embarrassed, the boy tried to shove his penis back in.

"No, leave it there, to be. Pull your balls out, too."

Olivier did so, parting the white cotton, tugging the pale pink ball sack out. He straightened proudly, displaying himself for the blond buddy, his sex flesh in the dim light.

"Nothing better than the sight of a healthy set of cock and balls hanging free, I will have you do that when we work out together. Yeah boy, that will look good and hot. You working out with your fly open and your cock and balls hanging out."

Carl-Eric soon was spread eagle on his bed.

Olivier on his bed watched the ritual on the bed next to him. The Swedish exchange student, Carl-Eric, larger than he, with the body of a Viking god, lay for a while on his back, the pouch in his boxer shorts mounting and filling, growing with something alive. For minutes his new buddy lay without moving. Then his arm, heavy with muscle stretched down the length of his flat belly, found the hot column tucked is his shorts an kneaded the enlarging joint.

Olivier never saw what was growing in there. He didn't see how big it got, Carl-Eric always seemed to forget that his younger roommate was watching him from his bed.

"Look at me,"

Carl-Eric hissed softly. Olivier looked.

He rubbed his own fly as he talked, turned on by the idea Olivier was watching him. He turned back to Olivier, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tail free of his jeans.

"We have some time for some easy essentials, a boy like you needs to know, nothing big,"

He said quietly as he pulled of his shirt and threw it over by the wall. He sat on the bed and pulled at his sneakers.

"I figure we can start you out slow and quiet. A smell of balls, a taste of cock sucking, a little ball licking. You know. Just to give you the feel of it. Don't worry, little one, you will like it."

Carl-Eric's sneakers hit the floor. Olivier gaped as his tall blond buddy stood and unbuckled his leather belt. He opened the buttons of his fly and dropped his jeans.

Olivier gasped, in the moonlight Carl-Eric looked like Michelangelo's David coming to life.

Carl-Eric's handsome face, his broad muscled shoulders that went into the bulging biceps of his arms, his well-defined chest looked carved from Italian marble. Carl-Eric's massive thighs rippled as he stepped out of the fallen jeans. He bent over and pulled on his sneakers again. The solid globes of his ass flexed as he did so. Olivier felt an incredibly strong urge to kiss those arched cheeks, to feel his face pressed close to the boy's warm skin.

Carl-Eric straightened and leaned back against the wall, his legs spread. The young Viking walked towards Olivier. The pale moonlight threw strange shows across his face. He looked older, rougher and had an intense look in his eyes, his sensual lips curled in a knowing sort of smile as he dropped his left hand to his crotch.

"You don't mind if I let it hang out, do you?"

Olivier didn't trust himself to speak, his eyes dropped, Carl-Eric's underpants shoved down, his cock stuck up. Carl-Eric hitched his ass up to get is balls out too and leaned back against the wall again. Carl-Eric worked his hand up and down with a soft slapping sound.

"Fuck boy, that feels good. So damn good."

Olivier was spellbound.

In a quiet whisper he said,

"I bet you have never seen a man's cock this way before, boy? Have you seen a real big piece of meat like this one, boy?"

Dumb, Olivier shook his head. Carl-Eric stood over him now, his stomach just inches from Olivier's nose. The Viking's cock, thick and throbbing, reared up to his face. The shiny swollen knob was at a slight angle, making the whole cock look like a bat.

"How do you like that, little buddy?"

Olivier own penis, hanging his white boxer shorts was hard as rock. Olivier looked and all he could see was that big cock in front of him.

Not really thinking, Olivier nodded slowly,

"Yeah, it looks beautiful, man. Your cock is awesome."

"Smell it,"

Carl-Eric said,

"Put your nose down there and sniff. Get to know it. Come on, be a good boy. Get down there like I tell you. I want you to crave my smell. Nothing smells better than a man's crotch."

He pushed Olivier's face further into his crotch, pressing his nose to the inside of his thigh, his ball sac flopped against the side of Olivier's face, warm and soft against his skin. Olivier's lips parted and his tongue flicked out, licking gently at the smooth sac.

"Oh yeah, boy. Lick them, Use your hands too. Feel my balls and my ass."

Instantly, Olivier's small hands were filled to the brim with his nuts lifting them in their sac, pressing them against his lips, tonguing them wet with his spit, making them slippery.

"Suck them, suck them in your mouth."

That seemed to be all right for now, though.

The older boy arched his back in pleasure, groaning quietly as Olivier worked his tongue around the captured nut.

"My ass. Feel up my ass, little buddy."

Olivier slid his hands between Carl-Eric's muscular thighs, running his small fingers along the sweaty crack, filling his hands with the solid globes of the blond's ass cheeks.

"Oh yeah, I like that. I like to have a little boy like you feel me up. I really dig it. I will teach you with every inch of my body. And I will do the same for you. You will see, boy, it will be so good."

Gently Carl-Eric released himself from the boy's mouth, he smiled at him. Olivier has no idea his disappointed he looked at that moment but the little boy look of sadness that appeared on his face was a real turn-on for Carl-Eric.

As he walked away to take a sip of water, Olivier was fascinated by the Viking's flexing buttocks. His cock quivered, still sticking out of his underpants. Carl-Eric turned his head and grinned at the sight.

He walked back to Olivier, his cock swaying before him like a flagpole and stood over him, staring down at the blushing boy. Much as he wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his cock, he knew it was going to take a long workout to get the boy warmed up for that. He didn't want to do anything that would scare the boy at this point.

Right now he would probably choke on Carl-Eric's boner. The same for his beautiful butthole. Needed a loving warming up. For this one Carl-Eric wanted nothing to ever hurt or frighten or dismay him or injure him.

He knew it wasn't all is his hands. Nothing ever is, but to the extent that he had control, Carl-Eric would never do anything but good.

He was familiar with the other ways.

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