Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2018 19:09:32 +0200
From: Ouranos Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: Step by Step Part 1

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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