Step by Step

Step by Step Carl-Eric and Olivier Part 3 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.

Acceptance

So many dangers along the way So many burdens might fall upon me So many troubles that I have to face Oh, but I won't let my spirit fail me

Doing his pre-master Carl-Eric went with some buddies to a sports camp. He bacame one Saturday their sex slave. Gangbanged and humiliated. They brand him, shaved him. Left him, used and humiliated, unconscious.

Carl-Eric loved it!

He learned to take it all and came through it stronger than before. Yeah he loved it, but there were other ways to get to the same place.

Now he exuded that swaggering self-confidence of a dominant personality. He understood who he was and be true to it. He could be a submissive slut but was a dominant man, pure and simple. Not cruel or mean, but in charge.

He finished his pre-master, he had given a lot of thought to what he wanted to do with his life. He spent a lot of time in a lot of cities. Amsterdam, Paris, London, Barcelona, Berlin, Rome. Lots of sex. Lots. The young Viking was a fucking turn-on for a lot of people. He got tired of the cities. The gay scene. The cruising and fucking around.

One night it came to him. He wanted to go back to Holland. He wanted to find a little buddy that would be his, morning, noon and night, his little buddy. He found Olivier, the Dutch boy, his innocent and virgin toned roommate.

"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. 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.

Carl-Eric was familiar with the other ways.

As he stared down at Olivier, a drop of clear cum oozed out the piss-hole of the boy's hard cock.

He reached down and spread it over the head with thumb and forefinger. Olivier closed his eyes and groaned.

He waved his hard cock at the boy.

"Why don't you touch it, I don't care."

Olivier's fingers quivered.

"Put your hand on it. Okay by me. Give it a feel."

Olivier's hand felt light and brave.

"Touch it. Touch it."

Over and over, a nearly sleepy chant.

"Touch it. Touch it."

Olivier's fingers rested lightly on the solid cock. Carl-Eric pressed himself firmly against Olivier's hand.

"Jerk it, boy,"

Carl-Eric hissed at him,

"Work my cock."

Olivier finger's wrapped around the hard cock.

"Oh yeah, more!"

He couldn't think clear, right or wrong, it just felt good.

"Oh, shit boy. You really know how. You have done this for anybody else?"

Carl-Eric gasped.

Olivier looked up, startled.

"Don't lie, little one, I want the truth."

Carl-Eric growled,

"You dig cock my big cock, don't you?"

Olivier couldn't speak, closed his eyes. This was the moment he'd feared. That someone found out his secret.

"Hey, don't worry. We are still buddies, if you dig cock that's fine by me."

Olivier looked up, Carl-Eric grinned.

"Maybe we will just finish with a little jerk off session. How would you like that, boy?"

Olivier opened his eyes, his expression a combo of excitement and puzzlement.

"You know what I mean, don't you, kid?"

Olivier hung his head sheepishly. He felt stupid. Certainly he had touched his penis when it started to get hard so much in the past year but he had a felling Carl-Eric meant more than that. It always felt good to touch himself, incredibly good, but he was afraid it was wrong. A strong sense of guilt kept him from doing it. Carl-Eric petted the boy's bent head.

He swung his legs up onto the bed and spread them wide apart, leaning back at the headboard. His hard cock flopped against his belly like a juicy sausage.

"Come here, kid."

Olivier walked over to Carl-Eric.

"Take off your underwear."

Easier said than done. Olivier's cock was still hard and his boxer briefs tight. His hands shook nervously as he himself back in his boxer shorts, slipped them over his butt and dropped them to the floor.

"Get on the bed. Crawl up and set your ass between my legs."

Olivier scrambled over Carl-Eric. His erect penis brushed Carl-Eric's knee.

"Closer. Put your legs over mine, on either side. Get your ass close to me."

Carl-Eric laid his strong hand on Olivier's side, pulling him forward. Olivier hitching his ass closer and as the hand guided him, until his cock pressed up against Carl-Eric's. Olivier felt their balls nestled together on the sheets. They were so close, he felt absorbed in the raw sexuality that radiated from the Viking muscular body before him.

"Knowing what I'm going to show you now, boy?"

Olivier shook his head slowly. He had no idea.

"I'm going to give you a lesson. The real workout. An essential workout. People say it's in the gym, fitness, body pump, spinning, but that's bullshit believe me. The truth of the essential workout for boys is jerking off. I'm going to show you why and how. A person who knows to make himself feel good is generally more fun for everybody. Know what I mean?"

Olivier nodded solemnly. Carl-Eric laughed,

"You little fucker. You think you know everything, don't you?"

Olivier nodded harder. Carl-Eric laughed again and then grew quieter.

"I got a lot to show you."

He touched the boy's cheek gently,

"But I got a feeling you're going to teach me a lot too."

Olivier's eyes burned. A tear spilled down his cheek. The caressing hand pierced him. Olivier blinked.

Carl-Eric stared down at him, eyebrow cocked questioningly. Olivier understood. He blinked again and the tears were gone. The hand moved from his flushed cheek to his mouth. The fingers touched his lips, wet and soft. He parted them, pulling his mouth open.

"First we need spit to slick things up."

Olivier panted as the fingers forced their way into his mouth, filling it, squeezing his tongue, rubbing his gums, covering themselves with his saliva. He was the lube pot.

The fingers slid out. His mouth hung open, spit drooling down his chin.

"Then we spread it on our tools, Make them nice and slippery."

He matched his actions with his words, spreading the spit over the upright double cock. His hand moved easy and smoothly.

Olivier's mind emptied, There was only the hand working on his penis, squeezing and pulling and milking him.

Carl-Eric was an expert.

When he felt the boy's mind was centered in his cock, getting near the edge he eased off, then brought him back, up and down, back and forth.

All of the boy was centered in his cock, centered in Carl-Eric's hand.

He was Carl-Eric's toy.

Carl-Eric's boy.

And Carl-Eric was his.

With a gasping cry Olivier sagged backwards, his body helplessly sprawled on the mattress. Carl-Eric kept their cocks together, coming up his knees and hunching over the boy's smaller body. Olivier moaned loudly. Too Loudly!

Carl-Eric put his free hand over the boy's mouth and stroked their cocks faster. His nuts tightened. He felt the kid's balls pull up, one last throb and they shot together.

Carl-Eric held his hand tighter over Olivier's mouth as he tries to cry out at the intense sensation burning through his groin. Carl-Eric wanted to cry out himself. It felt so good. He had to control himself to keep from falling on the boy. Both of them shot huge loads on Olivier's naked body, spraying his chest with shiny, sticky strings.

Finally the flow subsided, a last few drops oozed from the twin cockheads, dripping over Carl-Eric's hand and down onto Olivier's belly.

Carl-Eric looked down at his little buddy, grinning at the sight. The boy was still quivering. He was covered with cum, dripping in his hair and down his handsome boy face. Carl-Eric rubbed his hands over the boy, spread the cum over his body like precious lotion.

"We leave this on you, boy. Don't shower tonight. Stay funky."

Olivier nodded, grinning wearily but happily as Carl-Eric smeared a string of cum under his balls, working it into his ass crack.

Everything seemed right to him now. He wanted as much cum as he could get. The sticky, gooey shit felt good drying on him. He felt peaceful and relaxed. He curled against Carl-Eric.

"Get over to your own bed, boy."

Olivier body felt loose and incredible after the an awesome flow of things. Exhausted he dozed off. Relaxed and peaceful. Suddenly Carl-Eric smacked his ass sharply.

"Back to your own bed!"

Now Olivier hopped out of Carl-Eric's bed and over to his own, sliding his sticky body into the sheets. Carl-Eric walked over to the bed and looked down at the boy.

"I don't like to have to say things twice. You remember that and we will get along fine."

Again Olivier nodded, afraid to say anything that might be wrong. The older boy grinned and reached down, tousling Olivier's short hair affectionately. His big cock, softer now, hung inches from the boy's face.

"Give it a kiss,"

Carl-Eric whispered,

"Give it a good night kiss."

Carl-Eric raised his head and touched his lips to flaring cockhead. Even soft, it felt warm and exciting. As Olivier kissed it, one last drop of cum oozed out the piss-hole. Olivier licked it. Carl-Eric laughed quietly.

"Still hungry, aren't you? I got plenty to feed you. Tomorrow. The next day. The future."

Olivier smiled happily.

"Yeah, boy. As long as we want, we got."

He tucked the blanket under Olivier's chin.

"Now close your eyes and get some good rest. A growing boy needs his sleep."

Olivier closed his eyes obediently and was asleep in one breath.

Carl-Eric lay awake in his bed. From the other bed, he heard the deep regular breathing of the boy. He grinned to himself in the darkness. There was nothing like good sex to make a boy sleep well.

He was tired himself but he didn't want to fall asleep yet. He felt too good. He wanted to enjoy the afterglow of their session as long as possible. Carl-Eric smiled in the darkness.

He remembered the night he had gone all the way down. Gang-banged by his horny and drunk fellow students. He had learned to take it all and come through it stronger than before. He achieved the kind of strength that doesn't have to displayed. It was simply always there, based on a complete acceptance of his own desires and needs with no room for shame or embarrassment. Once he understood that, he also accepted he liked having men on their knees in front of him.

He had all he wanted but wanted more. He wanted a little buddy. Without trying, he sent out a strong sexual vibe difficult to ignore. It was what Olivier responded to on the first sight.

Carl-Eric looked over to the other bed. The boy's fine profile glowed in the moonlight, his breathing deep and regular. Carl-Eric's graze moved down, stopped at the conspicuous lump at the boy's crotch. Olaf laughed quietly The little fucker had a hard-on even in his sleep.

He was glad he came to this university town in Holland and shared this room with him. He felt sure they were going to be an important part of each other's life.

Carl-Eric smiled. He had given a lot of thought to what he wanted to do with his life. This town felt like a serene and safe haven. It's hard to imagine he wouldn't feel at home here. Yes!

The best of all was the unexpected and unintended gift of the little hunky Olivier, standing at the Schiphol Amsterdam Airport today with his boy cock and balls practically bursting out of his tight jeans.

Yes sir, the boy was a natural, ripe for training.

And he, Carl-Eric was the man to do it.

It looked like he find his asshole.

Olivier.

The little buddy he looked for, his personal asshole.

God, he was happy. His cock iron hard under the sheets. Thinking of the gang-bang, the student fuckers and the other shit brought him right to the edge. He kept his hands on top of the sheets and looked over at Olivier again.

He whispered,

"You are my asshole, boy."

His cock jumped.

"You belong to me."

The head brushed the sheet.

"Forever."

The warm cum gushed out of him, spilling on his belly. Oh yeah! So good.

In minutes, he slept, too.

The next morning Olivier was awakened by a strong hand on his naked shoulder, shaking him so hard he thought he was going to fall out of bed.

He opened his eyes to see Carl-Eric standing over him, smiling like a warrior angel.

He was naked. His cock hung against one thigh, not completely soft but not hard enough to stand up. Then Olivier remembered everything that happened last night and his face broke out into a smile, too.

"Morning buddy. How do you feel"

Carl-Eric asked in that deep quiet voice of his.

"Okay,"

Olivier nodded shyly. He couldn't take his eyes off that big man cock dangling inches from his face. He wanted to touch its strength nut he felt shy and confused.

Carl-Eric grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face between his muscled legs. He rubbed his face in his crotch. Olivier felt his huge semi hard cock.

"Yeah boy, that's all for you, boy! But first....."

and he forced with his strong hands Olivier to stand up.

"It's time for some clean up, asshole!"

He led Olivier into the bathroom where he stood before the boy, huge and powerful. He took the razor and started to shave off all his body hair. His arms and armpits, then his legs and finally all the hair around his cock and balls. He'd been so aroused by thinking of the day to come that I'd almost dropped a load. Carl-Eric pulled back on the boy's foreskin, forcing it back. His foreskin was long, with the small glans, it covered it completely. The core of his penis was hard. Carl-Erik began stripped his foreskin back in slow stages. With his tongue licking the accumulated cheese. His glans was very sensitive, and the boy shuddered every time his tongue-tip touched it. He cleaned the boy's cockhead, savoring the delightful musky taste and inhaling the delicious boy fragrance.

He ran some hot water over the exposed glans. The boner went slowly down, prompting Olivier's penis to release a thick yellow stream. Shameless.

"Good boy!"

This relieved the pressure in the boy's bladder. Carl-Eric paid great attention to him. He enjoyed it. After he finished he ordered him on his knees. Then he started on his head. Olivier tried to protest,

"Sir?"

but received a determent slap across his face.

"What the fuck you think you're doing, boy? No dumb questions. You follow my way. I cut your fucking hair if you like it or not! Now you better fucking behave yourself, asshole!"

A tear run down his face as he begun to run the razor over his head. He didn't shave his head completely though, just left an inch.

After he had finished he forced his boy up to his feet again. Olivier had to turn around a few times as he run his hand over his now very smooth body. Carl-Eric moaned in pleasure doing so.

"Good asshole."

He praised. Olivier felt clean, in a way he had never felt before!

Back in their room he pushed Olivier down onto his bed.

"Yes, that's the way I like my boy, smooth as on the day you were born. Now you look like the fucking boy slave, my asshole, you will become, boy! Doesn't it feel good, boy?"

"Yes Sir."

Olivier nodded shyly. He couldn't take his eyes off that big man cock dangling inches from his face. He wanted to touch its strength nut he felt shy and confused.

Carl-Eric helped him out. Raising his left foot over the boy's outstretched body, he stepped into the bed and squatted over Olivier's upturned face, pressing his crotch down over the boy's mouth and nose.

"Come on, boy, don't be shy. I want you getting used to it, feel my crotch. I want you down there licking and sniffing every chance you get."

He was gratified by the quick eager response of the boy, warn damp caresses of that boyish tongue and those soft lips. Olivier's face was almost hidden beneath his stiffening cock and flopping balls, but he could sure feel the boy's hot mouth.

God, he could hardly wait to break the boy in on sucking his joint.

But he would have to!

If they didn't get into action he couldn't register and get the right papers to stay with Olivier in this room. Carl-Eric thought as he raised up from Olivier's face and stepped off the bed.

"Let's get going, boy. We gotta be dressed, have breakfast. Get your ass in gear. Now!"

Olivier responded to his firm tone like a quick recruit. In minutes, they were in the kitchen. Olivier felt like he was the new one among his fellow students. Breakfast was mostly in silence, everybody was busy with telephones and the rapid exchange of a whispered good morning.

Minutes later everyone was done eating, washed their dishes and cups and went off.

Carl-Eric told Olivier to arranged a car and the boy did, asking Hugo's car. Hugo simply pulled the keys to his old red Toyota out of his pocket and handled them over. He watched them closely as they walked to the side of the building where his car was parked. The boy scampered beside the muscular young man like an eager puppy. There was no question who was the driver.

Secretly Hugo was jealous of those two. He felt awkward about the muscular Viking, his presence in their dormitory. Olivier always remembered him of his feelings at his first encounter. His submission. His loneliness. His desire for more. Olivier and the Viking remembered him of all these things and more he wanted to forget.

He couldn't.

Hugo

Hugo was at home. With his parents. Hugo wanted to go back to his student flat, his room. The summer in Friesland was boring. He kissed his parents good bye and walked to the highway.

The Frisian countryside. Meadows. Lakes. Cows. Wind and a single bird.

In either direction, the road was empty.

Hugo swung his black Adidas backpack off his shoulder, dropped it to the pavement. Sweat tickled down.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a dot on the highway's horizon behind him. He turned, stared for a moment, then squats down on the backpack to wait. He stands hot and stiff, as the truck pulled up beside him. Sweat rolled down his back. He hooked his thumbs in the back of his jeans, pulling them free from his skin. The sweat dribbled down the crack of his ass, all the way to where his balls were damply held in the crotch of his boxer shorts.

The door handle was hot. The driver was glaring down at him.

"Why don't you get yourself up here and close it. If you want a ride,"

The driver said and he threw his backpack up and jumped after.

The driver reached to pull shut the door. His arm sliding across the other, leaving a wet stripe of smell. The driver sat back and looked at him a bit, not said anything, just studied him over. Hugo looked at him. A young muscled Frisian farmer. Muscles but few words.

He finally grunted something about the weather and put the vehicle back in gear and off they went.

Hugo was hot and wet all over. His fingers pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt to strip it off. As his head was covered, his nipples were touched, one after the other, and he hold position. He didn't move as one nipple was gripped firmly and tugged at by two fingers. He could hardly breathe.

The nipple was tugged harder. He shut his eyes behind the damp cotton of his T-shirt and saw the nipple, the skin stretched tight, the tip thickened. The darkness inside him lit up.

He was released. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and sagged back against the seat. The farmer boy stared straight ahead and said nothing.

Hugo glanced down at his nipple. It stood up stiff, the skin around it high-colored. The tip of it burned. He felt a lack of energy, weariness in him. He swallowed and stared out of the window.

The landscape was flat, meadows and locks.

"Where are you going?"

"University."

"I will take you. For a while."

He pulled his hand into Hugo's warm crotch. Positioned the palm of his hand over his tight jeans. His mouth dropped and he was frozen.

The young farmer just stared at the road.

"Have fun."

was all he said. It sounded like an order. He oenend his jeans. His penis was pulled out of the fly of his jeans. It was milked hard with quick, severe strokes. Hugo's body tensed. He closed his eyes and groaned.

"Just sit back. Relax. You need this, boy. Later I will show you what's it's all about, but right now you need this bad. I will do all. I will give you what you need."

Somthing new was going to happen.

Soon he was made naked, then pushed off the seat onto his hands and knees. The warm fingers were soon moving into the crack of his butt, tugging the jeans and boxer shorts further, baring his whole ass as his cheeks were spread wide and fondled.

"No, don't."

He murmere weakly but didn't fool the farmer stud. There was something sliding back and forth over the quivering circle of his asshole.

"Ever did this before?"

"No, Fuck no,"

Hugo gasped.

"Good thing you ran into me. You need it. Real bad."

A plug was inserted in his virgin ass. The floor radiates the highway warmth. They drive fast and he was played with. When the truck stopped he was weak and broken.

A farm, some woodland in the middle of nowhere.

The young farmer got out and came around, opened the door at his side. He grabbed his short hair and pulled his head up. He pushed him down, bucked a collar around his neck and fastened a lash to it. Hugo noticed the farmer boy had a large doghouse and a chain connected to a huge tree in the middle of the green. But there was no dog anywhere. He didn't move. He stepped close again. The palm of one hand was cupped in front of his mouth. His jaws bunched tight. The other hand pinched a nipple hard. Hugo hissed his breath at his touch and bit his lip some. He squeezed it firmly. Hugo arched his back up in pain and a strange pleasure.

The young farm boy laughed softly.

Hugo opened his mouth and licked the hand like he was supposed to. All naked on his hands and knees with a leash snapped on the dog collar. He was led to the tree, the lash replaced with a chain fastened to the tree.

"Good boy,"

he rubbed the hair on his head like a puppy dog and pet his bare back. The young farmer let him and went into the farm.

He was watched. He felt it and shivered. His fingers closed stiff on the chain holding him there.

The young farmer boy came back out. Hugo stood and pulled away to the end of his restraint. The farmer boy came to the tree and reeled him back with the chain. Pushed him on hands and knees again.

"I definitely think you need some good training,"

he said petting his head.

"Gotta pee boy?"

he asked. Hugo nodded his head. He yanked his collar with the lash.

"Come, puppy boy."

He followed him onto the grass.

"When you pee lift your leg like one of the dogs at home".

The farmer boy led him to where a couple of trees. Waited.

Hugo closed his eyes and started to pee.

"Lift your leg Puppy boy,"

he said yanking his collar. The puppy boy lifted his leg and looked back to see the stream of piss arch from his penis to the tree. He was surprised he was actually doing it. It felt natural, it felt good.

"I see you like being a doggie boy"

he laughed seeing his penis was harder, he was petting his head. He kept his hands on him. Stroked him, worked down the shakes down to shivers.

"Stay down,"

he said and Hugo obeyed looking up at him and panting with his tongue hanging out. He pulled him between his legs. Fed himself to him. Made him take him all the way. Pumping a full load of cum into him. He swallow his load, and felt his own climax building. No way.

He left him there for a while.

The sun went down.

The stars came out.

The man came back.

Muscular and nearly naked dressed only in his briefs.

Pushed his back against the tree, on his knees. Pleading eyes. The farmer boy pinched his nipples hard, a groan, felt his young rock hard cock, wanked him. The pre-cum was bubbling from his erection through his fingers.

"Come for me!"

as he worked his victim faster. He gasped, his body jerked his panting grew heavier.

"I will give you one last chance!"

knowing he had him completely in his power.

"Finish me!"

gasped Hugo and his hand stopped.

Bark for it!"

He barked and the famer boy grabbed his nuts and squeezed his nipples until he barked desperately, an eager puppy. His expert hand wanked him off into a great spurting white column of jizz that squirted through his hand.

He showed him no mercy. He milked the helpless puppy boy on and on, the spurting and squirting dying away until he groaned. He continued to stroke and to fondle his balls, feeling, pressing, probing and arousing until, the boner slowly returned and the puppy boy barked in agony until he was quite, quite dry.

He led him into the farm on the lash. Down on hands and knees. Blindfolded him.

He could smell him, he got petted and praised. He did what he was told to do. He just put his head down and his ass up. The young farmer stuck what felt like a finger, inside him. He felt violated. Groaned. It hurt a little, as he was a little rough. He fucked his hole with his fingers stretching him back and forth. He moaned. He abruptly pulled his fingers out and stepped up behind him. He leaned over him and in one push he shoved his fat cockhead in him. He yelled. The farmer boy swatted his ass hard, never stopped pushing. He pushed his chest down to the floor and drove himself balls deep.

"I'm gonna fuck you good, puppy dog."

He did.

He owned him.

He took it balls deep. His cock was hurting. He got used to the thickness. He shoved balls deep again.

Hugo could not do anything but take it.

He drove fast and hard then just stopped. When he pulled out he said turned him on his side. With that he ordered,

"Open your mouth, dog boy."

He moved above his open mouth, tongue out, his whole load gushed quickly into his mouth. Some strings fell on his cheek, but he scooped them up and fed them to him.

"Show me."

Hugo opened his mouth trying not to lose any.

"Swallow."

He did.

"Pretty damn good,"

the young farmer said,

"for a beginner."

The famer boy extented his hand, saying,

"My name is Danny, remember me."

He left and the man didn't stop him. He didn't gave him his phone number. He had no adress. Hugo had all sorts of wild fantasies. He kept quiet, although he had never been so excited, deep down. His desire returned. Olivier and the Viking remembered him of all these things and more he wanted to forget.

He couldn't.

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