Straight Boy Cum Control Steve : Parts 14

straight boy cum Control: Steve - Part 1

(This is a revised and enlarged version of a two part story I had put up elsewhere. This story is based on a true incident and people, my actual former roommate's younger brother, Steve. That poor boy never knew what really happened to him! I have the other parts of this story completed, but wanted to post the first four parts on the assgm website so readers could pick up the story. Please let me know what you think. I will be finishing up (January 2009) long awaited sequels to this story and others. Enjoy and thanks - Eric Lane (laneeric at hotmail [dot] com)

I roomed in college with a close friend, Jerry, in a nice two bedroom
apartment. He was very straight, and he thought (and I guess I did too)
that I was too. I knew I had some gay feelings though, but I was too afraid
to show them to my roommate. He was good looking, had a nice body, but I
wasn't attracted to him for some reason - at least not at first. Up til
then I never really never did anything with any guy, though - I did get a
few blow jobs from older men, but I never did anything in return. I was
always a little wasted when it happened (and horny) and chalked it up to
being drunk and never thought it "made" me gay.

That would all change when Jerry's younger brother, Steve would come and
visit us for a couple of weeks. Jerry had to go away on a out of town
research project for one of his classes, and he asked if it was still okay
for his brother to come up and crash for a week or two. He assured me that
he wouldn't get in the way. I knew Steve slightly, and hadn't seen the kid
in over 5 years. I wasn't expecting anything special - definitely nothing
sexual, until he showed up.

At my door was a beautiful 19 year old Adonis! About 5' 11" or so, about 160
lbs., nicely defined college wrestler's build, gorgeous blue eyes,
blondish-brown hair and face that was still boyish and cute. Even his voice
was sexy, with a crooked, cocky grin. He was drop dead handsome, though
still retaining that youthful cute look of innocence. What a difference a
few years can make on a kid!!!!! I tried not to stare too much, and glanced
quickly at his crotch (he was wearing baggy jeans, and from what I could
tell, boxer briefs or briefs (from the waistband) , and a loose fitting
cotton T-shirt. He seemed to be fully developed crotch-wise, though it was
hard to tell. He seemed to have a nice butt too. From what I could tell the
boy had a well developed and proportioned body - and beautiful pecs and a
thing waist. When he bent down to pick up his bags, I could see his
underwear band - definitely white boxer briefs or briefs - my favorites,
above his low hanging pants. God it looked sexy and hot! I was just suddenly
dying to strip this kid and give him a tongue bath!!!!

Of course I restrained my self completely and invited him in - showed him to
his brother's room, where he would sleep until Jerry came back. Steve was
excited about staying over - I guess he had some wild imagination about
college parties and nights out. He also looked forward to drinking and sex
(as he told me, assuming I could get him both. Unfortunately he assumed the
sex would be with gorgeous college girls - not with his brother's roommate.
I just sort of stared at Steve as he relaxed, sitting casually on the couch,
still wearing his baseball cap (backwards). He absent mindedly lifted his
T-shirt to scratch his flat stomach, revealing a smooth, tanned 6 pack abs,
and a cute concave navel. God, I nearly died when he did that! Doing that
also revealed the waist-band of his boxer shorts. I knew then that I would
have to get Steve - somehow, no matter what. I had at least 6 days before
his brother got back - and I quickly thought of the various opportunities to
get Steve, while he talked on about nothing.

I knew he liked to drink, but from what he told me, he couldn't really hold
his liquor yet (he didn't drink often). He was a deep sleeper (he mentioned
this because he said if I had to getup early there was no way I could
disturb him). He also was a porno (straight) freak - loved watching videos,
but never had much of an opportunity to watch them (he lived at home). And
he was horny as hell. I figured that combination would lend itself to SOME
opportunity! It did. Over a period of several days I was able to get Steve
several times. Thank god his brother Jerry was out during that time!

The first couple of hours when he first showed up, I had to satisfy myself
with just his dirty clothes until I could actually get to him that night.
Now, until Steve, I never had a "clothes fetish" before. But I was obsessed
with him - and his smell. When he walked by me, I could smell his boy sweat
and a slight odor of after shave or cologne...very slight. It drove me wild.
That night, (he was very tired from the long 6 hour bus ride), he said
goodnight, yawning, after drinking four, maybe five tall beers, and decided
to take a shower. He stripped down in his brother's room, leaving his dirty
sweaty clothes on the floor, and walked to the bathroom, towel hanging low
around his slim waist. Despite having a good body and being so handsome,
Steve was sort of shy about his body. That made him seem even more desirable
for me, for some reason. I waited in the living room until I could hear the
shower turn on, and then I quickly walked into Jerry's room.

I stared at the pile of dirty smelly clothes on the floor: jeans, rolled up
slightly soiled white athletic socks, white boxer briefs (still inside the
jeans - he must have stripped both off in one motion), and large blue
T-shirt (inside out), and unlaced large sized Nikes (God he had big size 13
feet!!!) I picked up the T-shirt and smelled the armpit areas - and was
greeted by a very strong manly sweaty odor, mixed with deodorant. I sniffed
it for a few minutes, - it was still very damp from his sweat. I nearly
came right there! I then looked down and nervously picked up his jeans. I
felt a mixture of guilt, extreme apprehension, holding this beautiful boy's
sweaty jeans that just moments before hugged his most intimate parts of his
body. The smell was heady and strong - I felt drawn and repulsed by the
odor. But it was Steve's- and I nearly came again, right then and there when
I detected a strong crotch odor. I sniffed the outside of his jean's crotch
area, and then the inside smelling sweat and slight traces of piss and musky
crotch odors. Thank god he traveled 300 miles on a Greyhound bus on a hot
day to get here! God I was in heaven...and then nervously, heart beating
quickly, picked up the white boxer briefs. I looked at the front, and saw
several piss stains, and looked on the inside. Only piss stains. There was a
strong smell though - I put my nose to the front panel, and crotch and
smelled piss, and a strong musky scent...until I reached the seat of the
boxer briefs and was greeted by a slight yet stronger extremely musky odor.
I nearly came right in my pants!!!!! Who needs to jerk off when you have a
handsome boy's dirty clothes, right? I felt horny, perverted with any guilt
fast disappearing.
It was this article of clothing that just seconds before hugged this boy's
most intimate parts of his body. I grew shaky and woozy just holding it.
It still felt warm to the touch. I gave the white, sweaty briefs one last
sniff, before rushing back to the living room (I heard the shower stop). I
almost panicked - feeling guilty and nervous that Steve would discover how
perverted I had become.

After Steve dried off in the bedroom, he said his goodnights to me (dressed
now in a long T-shirt and loose fitting running shorts - and tight white
underwear from what I could tell. He still looked a little buzzed from the
five beers - and looked tired. I urged him to drink "one more for the road"
(whatever the hell that meant since he was going to bed, but I was way too
nervous to be clever). He smiled and said "well, yeah...okay". He went to
the kitchen, as I watched him, and pulled a cold tall beer from the
refrigerator. He stood there, flipped open the can and nearly drink the
whole thing standing right there. His t-shirt lifted slightly to expose part
of his flat stomach, and when he turned the can over to get the last drop, I
could see his brown blondish armpit arm through the loose t-shirt sleeve. I
never knew how sexy seeing a guy's armpits could be. He wiped his mouth
sloppily, smiled at me, then burped, laughed and said "man, I am wasted.
See ya in the mornin...."

He closed his door part way, and I waited (playing with my dick in the
meantime) for three hours, until I got enough courage to enter the room.

It was a very hot night (it was summer - Jerry was taking summer classes),
and our air conditioning wasn't working - at least Steve THOUGHT that. I
told him that, hoping that it would encourage him to sleep with less on and
perhaps make him drunker faster. It did. Being young and inexperienced with
beer - and extremely weary from the bus ride, the boy fell into a fast deep
sleep. I called out his name - and was greeted my a heavy and continuous
snore. I turned on the hallway light, that bathed the double bed with warm
glow - enough for me to see Steve. God! He was sprawled on his back, his
T-shirt and running shorts were off, his arms on his beautiful defined
smooth defined chest, his slightly hairy legs spread - the covers were
kicked off completely. I stared at Steve - sleeping soundly. I became
fixated on his flat muscled stomach, and his deep belly button, with a
slight trail of hair that led into his sexy Calvin Klein tight white
underwear, bulging with a nice mound of boy meat. I wanted to sniff that
belly button and tongue it! And then the underwear - the material was thin
and I could see the outline of his limp cock - not huge, but a nice sized 5
inch cock, resting on a nice sized pair of walnut-sized loose balls. The
bulge was mesmerizing to me. I think I stared at him in his underwear -
staring at that bulge for 30 minutes - maybe more.

I shook his arm gently to see if Steve was awake - "Hey Steve...are you
okay?" I was nervous as hell, but I couldn't stop. He continued his snoring
and deep breathing. He definitely was in a deep sleep from the beer (he told
me that it was a long time since he had beer). I gently moved his arms from
his chest, moving his right arm over his head - and then his left. I wanted
to see his pits - and God, I was rewarded with the most beautiful armpits -
sweaty, with a healthy patch of blondish-brown hair matted down from the
sweat. I checked one more time, gently shaking Steve "Hey guy, are you
awake?" Still was greeted my snores and heavy and steady breathing.