Straight Boy Cum Control Steve : Parts 14

I knelt beside the bed and smelled his left arm pit - and was greeted my a
mixture of boy sweat and a real musky odor. At that I threw whatever caution
that was left in me away in favor of tasting this gorgeous boy!!!!!! I
looked at his sleeping face - beautiful!!!!! I wanted to kiss his sexy lips,
but was scared THAT would wake him. So I sniffed his neck, his ears and hair
- and got even more turned on. He had a sexy clean odor that drove me wild!
I never felt that way towards a guy before! I then gently sucked and lapped
at his small brownish nipples - soft until they hardened from the licking.
He still continued his snoring and even breathing. His dick was still limp.
I then tongued my way down to his navel, sniffing and licking at the
beautiful belly button!!!! I never knew belly buttons could be sexy - but
this boy's concave belly button was sexy - deep and large enough for me to
lick, with a slight aromatic odor.

I followed the trail of hair down to his white Calvin Klein briefs and then
paused. I looked up and watched his handsome face for any signs of waking.
None. I brought my hands up - nearly shaking from nervousness, then gently
brought them down - slowly - to massage and gently knead through his
underwear, Steve's soft - and somewhat spongy cock and very loose warm
balls. I bent down and sniffed the crotch, touching my nose to his white
underwear that seemed brilliant white in the dark room. I sniffed the
underwear down between the boy's legs - as far down as I could go, smelling
now a stronger, muskier scent. I stayed there for a few minutes - inhaling
the boy's sexy odor - and getting more hornier by the second. I moved my
hands and face back to the boy's growing bulge in front of his tight
underwear. I noticed that Steve's cock was starting to get alittle harder -
just alittle, as I gently probed and touched it with my fingers through the
underwear. I loved how the underwear shaped the boy's semi-hard cock,
resting a top his loose, very loose and large scrotum. I gently pinched
and played with Steve's cockhead through the underwear, rubbing the fabric
against the boy's sensitive cockhead, gently moving the foreskin down, and
wetting the underwear with his precum. Soon the underwear was very damp
with Steve's precum, and I bent over to sniff it and was greeted by a strong
starchy odor - slightly salty - and then to lick it. I couldn't believe
how erotic and sexy this was - I never before was a clothes fetish!

I ran back to my room and got my camera - which luckily had high speed film
in it. Given the low light, I was able to snap a several shots of the stud,
spread out on the bed, dick semi-hard tenting slightly his tight white
underwear. I had to preserve this for future jack off sessions (to go along
with is dirty underwear and T-shirts) in case I never had a chance to get
him again. (I also took several shots of the boy naked after I gently
removed his white tight underwear).

I kept on kneading the growing bulge, jiggling gently the balls and by that
time I was nearly crazy with lust, and then, with my heart beating so fast
and loud that I thought he could hear it - I eased his tight bulging shorts
down slowly. I did that so not to wake him - but the slowness was also very
sexy - slowly revealing his hairy blondish-brown pubes, slightly damp from
the sweat, then his shaft, and then his balls and cock head. I pulled the
white shorts all the way off. They were slightly damp from the sweat (it was
very warm and humid in the room) and I sniffed it, before tossing them on
the floor. Now he was spread-eagled on the bed, totally naked, still snoring
and sleeping - his dick still limp. This is the first time I saw Steve naked
and he was built like a movie start or model!! God he was gorgeous, just
lying there peacefully. He wasn't cut either, with his foreskin covering his
dickhead loosely. It look cute - and I hoped it would preserved some of the
boy's intimate odors there (it did). I quickly moved my face to his pubic
hairs and inhaled the freshly washed curly pubic hairs. It smelled of just
clean boysweat. Then slowly, very slowly I nibbled my way down to his now
slightly hardening 5-1/2 inch shaft. The dick started to grow as I nibbled
ever so lightly. He shifted in his sleep a little - no doubt dreaming of
some girl going down on him. He was still only half hard, when I got to his
cock head...I used my hand to gently pull back the foreskin, exposing the
cock head - pink, wet from a slight covering of sweat and pre-cum. I sniffed
the cock head - and it smelled like sweat, piss and a heavy muskiness that
drove me wild. I licked it tentatively, and then sucked just the head
intently for several minutes.

Steve's breathing was still even and he continued to snore - but his stomach
seemed to tightened a little, and his dick slowly grew from semi-hard to
hard, to finally a full 7 inch steel hard, his foreskin now pulled back, his
knob glistening with pre-cum. I could smell it! His hard dick slightly
arched back, and I now licked the head, and then the underside of it, and
then licked the shaft all the way down to his balls. His legs shifted
involuntarily, and then spread out further. My nose was pressed against his
walnut sized balls - loose and sweaty from the heat. I tongued the balls,
lapping at each none, and then sucked his entire scrotum completely. For a
full 10 minutes I lovingly sucked and licked his balls, while my left hand
gently rubbed and tweaked stomach and nipples and my other hand gently
jerked his steel hard shaft. He seemed ready to cum (his cock head was
flowing with precum). I backed off for a second and stood up to stare at
this young straight kid - totally naked, totally turned on and hard, his
body begging for relief - and still sleeping (he really was). His dime-sized
brown nipples were hard and erect, his chest though was still breathing
evenly and his snoring - though softer, was still audible.

His flat stomach was tight and ready to cum. I knelt down again and then
licked his cock head slowly, tonguing the head, and the ridge underneath.
The head was spongy hard, and I thought I could hear him moan ever so
slightly. His cock now was as hard as ever as I brought my hand and gently
jerked the shaft, while my other hand played with his balls. I tongued the
cocked head, swirling my tongue faster and now licking his shaft, as I
jerked it faster and faster, polishing his cock head.

Suddenly his stomach and body seemed to tightened, and his cock got even
more rigidly hard for a second - and then buckets of hot boy cum spurted out
on his stomach. He made no sound - his even breathing continued - as I
slowly jerked his dick - his cock squirted out cum 8 times, until the final
spurts dribbled on his damp pubes. His dick - so hard minutes ago - slowly
became limp, his foreskin covering the cock head, covered with cum, spit and
sweat.

I gently sucked it clean, and licked the cum from his pubes. I got a hand
towel and wiped the rest of his boy cum from his stomach, legs and shaft. I
gave his body one last long stare- his cock limp now, but still a nice size,
resting over his balls and touching his left thigh - his muscled arms still
above his head, armpits sweaty from the heat. I found a clean pair of white
briefs that he had in his bag, slipping it up his smooth legs and gently
tucking (and positioning) his now limp cock. Arranging it in the tight
underwear seemed like a work of art, moving the limp cock in just the right
position to accent the boy's masculinity. He looked sexy in his white
underwear, even if his dick and balls were totally spent now. I covered him
with a sheet part way and carried his dirty white briefs and hand towel to
my room, where I would sniff them and jerk off.

He never knew that his first blow job from a guy - probably his first blow
job EVER happened. That experience made me want Steve even more - but I
wanted him to be awake when I pleasured him again. I still had several days
left before his brother got back, so I had time to work out various plans to
"get Steve".

Straight Boy Cum Control: Steve 2/6

The next day, Steve woke, and we greeted each other at breakfast, wearing
the t-shirt, running shorts (and from what I could tell from the waist band,
the same underwear that I slipped on him last night). There was nothing it
seemed odd or different, even though I gave the boy a complete tongue bath
the night before. I did note that after eating breakfast he seemed to sniff
his armpits quickly and chest (he was wearing his T-shirt), sort of frowned
and said, "Geesh....it was hot in here last night. I need a another
shower...is that air conditioning gonna get fixed?" I nodded but said "Soon
I hope" and smiled back saying "You do stink boy!" He laughed and walked
back to the bedroom to take another shower, while I smiled and remembered
how great he smelled. I ended up "getting Steve" five more times, including
a drunken bet that a gay guy couldn't make a straight guy like him cum
(he lost by the way). Of course I set it all up, and Steve HAD to lose - but
he didn't know any better.

Well, Steve was sexy as hell - but also sort of cocky and while not stupid,
he wasn't the most savvy or sophisticated person. He was, as I soon
discovered, somewhat naive, slightly arrogant and cocky guy - and that
helped me plan for the next way I would get him. I discovered inadvertently,
that Steve was really ticklish! He was boasting about something - I think
about his wrestling ability in high school and college, and I playfully
drilled his stomach a couple of times with my index finger, making a comment
that "hey you're getting old with this flab there. . ..(he wasn't - he was
solid as a rock!)". Well the boy literally screeched and squirmed, raising
his voice, giggling "HEY!!!! Stop it man!!!" He moved away from my finger,
laughing.

I stared at the boy and just said "god, you are ticklish dude!!!" His cute
face blushed a deep red, and then he quickly changed the subject. He was so
ticklish that even when I stared at him (while he was playing a video game),
trying to tease him and break his concentration in the game, his face and
should and neck started to twitch - as if I was gently tickling him lightly
there with my fingers! It was incredible. He squirmed and yelled "stop it
man. . .stop!!!!!" I stopped - more in wonderment and realized that I was
going to have fun with this boy - and soon. He WAS more ticklish then any
person I knew!

I figured I could suck him off in his sleep every night that he was staying
(providing I got him drunk so he went into a deep sleep) - but I also wanted
to have him awake, and experience tickle torture - and THEN experience cum
control , and then - made to cum over and over. Being handsome, young and
horny, I figured the lad would not only be up for it - he'd thank me years
later for the experience. Even if he didn't, I (and the others I would soon
involve) would certainly thank HIM. Hearing and seeing Steve's expression
when cumming would be priceless!

Seeing a straight boy cum is a fucking turn on! It turned out that it was
very easy to round up several of my friends to "help" out. I knew some guys
who were gay, and I casually mentioned Steve - how cute he was, and then
mentioned how ticklish he was. I didn't know then that tickling - especially
tickle torture could be an all night adult entertainment event in and of
itself. I had no idea. Once I showed those guys a picture of Steve (the nude
and underwear pictures I took), they literally went nuts demanding that that
they get to meet him. I at first was concerned - I mentioned that Steve was
young and straight as hell, but that just made them even more adamant that
they be allowed to "play" with him.

The more I thought about it - the more I realized these guys could help me
do what I wanted to do with Steve now: cum control, making him suffer in a
tickle torture session, and milking the boy completely dry.

For some reason having that happen to straight Steve was almost a mantra to
me - I needed to do it . Badly. And so did they. After talking, we set
things up for the next night. There was four of them. We could all barely
stand the anticipation of getting this straight, handsome guy. We quickly
hatched a plan where I would bring over the stud muffin telling him it was a
"party" and we would devise a plan so they could "do him". We decided to
play on Steve's cockiness, and his boast to me (one time he said when there
was some news report about gays) that he was repulsed by gay sex, though had
nothing against them. "I could never do that....I don't see how a guy could
enjoy any of that...." he said to me. Well, we decided to get him drunk
enough so he would lose his inhibitions and bet him $250 that he couldn't
withstand being tickled for 5 minutes. He needed money badly - and I could
see him being stupid enough to make a bet for $250.00

The next night, Steve was bored and wanted to go out and do something. I
suggested going over to a friend's house - I said they were having a party.
Well Steve had no idea of this plan of course. He immediately agreed to go
over with me and was excited that the guys had a pool table, a hot tub and a
pool. So we spent half the night drinking beers and shooting pool. The guys
(Ben, Ken, Tom, Gene, and Zak), would stare at Steve when he wasn't looking
- they couldn't believe either how beautiful and handsome he was ("God, this
guy is just too cute," Ben whispered to me well Steve was bending over the
pool table to make a shot). These guys, unfortunately were not blessed by
nature in looks OR build. They weren't ugly, but they were sort of uniformly
homely - and that made Steve stand out even more. It was not every day they
could get such a handsome and cute guy in their house - never made that soon
he would be tickled tortured, made to cum and experience the joys of cum
control.

Steve was wearing long baggy shorts, a loose T-shirt and sandals, his short
blondish-brown hair tousled somewhat. Even then he looked like a GAP or
Ambrocrombie and Fitch model. After 3 hours of pool, the guys headed outside
for an hour in the hot tub. It was almost too much watching Steve strip down
to his swim shorts. He was going to go right into the hot tub, when he
muttered "oh shit, I forgot my underwear is on. . .."

We were already in the hot tub and thought the boy was going to strip off
his shorts, and pull off his underwear right in front of us. Unfortunately
the boy was shy, and went inside the house into the bathroom (closing the
door), and took off his underwear, then slipped his swim shorts back on. He
came back outside, sort of discreetly putting his white jockey shorts inside
his pants on the patio, while we watched. He came right into the hot tub,
totally oblivious that 5 guys (including me) were ready to devour him
almost.

We drank a little more (Steve had two more beers), and the hot tub made him
relax even more (meanwhile most of the other guys had rock hard dicks from
being half naked in the hot tub with Steve). After about an hour, we all
decided to go back into the house. Rather then get dressed (it was a hot
night), we just wrapped towels around our waists, after drying off, keeping
our shorts on - but otherwise nothing else. That was part of the plan - to
have Steve stripped down to his shorts.

We all headed for the downstairs living room, where one of the guys put on a
porno video. By this time Steve was drunk enough now to be disoriented and
buzzed - talking loudly and laughing at anything. He was just at the state
that we wanted him - alert enough so he would be awake when his body was
assaulted, but in a stupor so he wouldn't resist knowingly. The room was hot
from the summer heat (we deliberately shut off the air conditioner, telling
the boy it was broken, after he complained about the heat. It was humid, so
the boy sweated profusely). While the porno videos were playing, the guys
suddenly talked about sex - while Steve's eyes glazed over, watching the TV.
He then remarked "Hey - those are guys sucking each other man...what the
fuck is this huh?" He was lying down on the couch, while the other guys were
sprawled on the floor. I had already hid myself in the side room, on the
pretext that I was going to the all night store to get more beer. I really
was peeking around the corner, out of Steve's sight. (This was part of the
plan to preserve my relationship with Steve if, for some, if remembered
everything that was going to happen to him. . .)