By Eric Lane
(This is a rewritten version of a previously published story formerly titled “Straight Steve Is Made to Cum)
I roomed in college with a close friend in a nice two bedroom apartment. He was straight, and he thought (and I guess I did too) that I was. I knew I had some gay feelings though, but I was too afraid to show them to my roommate, Jerry. He was good looking, had a nice body, but I wasn’t attracted to him for some reason. I 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.
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 165 lbs., nicely defined college wrestler’s build, gorgeous blue yes, blondish-brown hair and face that was still boyish and cute. Even his voice was sexy, with a crooked, cocky grin. What a difference a few years 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, boxers), 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. When he bent down to pick up his bags, I could see his underwear band, 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 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. 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 three beers, and decided to take a shower. He stripped down in his brother’s room, leaving his dirty clothes on the floor, and walked to the bathroom, towel around his 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 clothes on the floor: jeans, rolled up slightly soiled white athletic socks, white boxers (still inside the jeans – he must have stripped both off in one motion), and large blue T-shirt (inside out). 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, before picking up his jeans. I felt a mixture of guilt, extreme nervousness and sexually tenses, holding this beautiful boy’s 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 right 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 boxers. 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 boxers and was greeted by a slight yet stronger extremely musky odor. I nearly came right in my pants!!!!! I gave the boxers one last sniff, before rushing back to the living room (I heard the shower stop).
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. He still looked a little buzzed from the four beers – and looked tired. 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 was off, his arms on his beautiful defined smooth chest, his slightly hairy legs spread – the covers were kicked off completely. I stared at Steve – sleeping soundly. I became fixated on his flat stomach, and his deep belly button, with a slight trail of hair that led into his running shorts. I wanted to sniff that belly button and tongue it! And then the running shorts – 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 balls. I shook his arm gently to see if Steve was awake – “Hey Steve…are you okay?” 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. I knelt beside the bed and smelled his arm pits – and was greeted my a mixture of boy sweat and musky sweat. 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 odor that drove me wild! 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 running shorts .and then paused. I looked up and watched his handsome face for any signs of waking. None. I was by that time nearly crazy with lust, and then, with my heart beating so fast and loud that I thought he could hear it – I eased his shorts down slowly. I did that so not to wake him – but the slowness was 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 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 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 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). 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 few shots of the stud, spread out on the bed, dick hard as a rock. 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.
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 ridgidly 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 arms still above his head, armpits sweaty from the heat….I covered him with a sheet part way and carried his dirty boxers 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”.
THE NEXT MORNING
The next day, Steve woke, and we greeted each other at breakfast – nothing 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.
THE NEXT NIGHT
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 picture 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.
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 shorts, a loose T-shirt and sandals, his blondish-brown hair tousled somewhat. 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 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. . .)
Ben then told Steve “Hey man…I hope you don’t mind….but…you know…we’re bi – and we like this stuff, you know….” Steve, drunk and buzzed, sat up slowly and looked at Ben, then Tom and then Ken and then Gene and slurred “Shit yeah.. I don’t….don’t believe you. Yeah….fucking right…..” He started to giggle a little. Ben said “No…we are. We like guys…and girls….well….sometimes we like guys better, you know.”
Steve stared back, his head nodding, and then said slowly – his speech still slurred “….shit no! Really???! …Hey…how can you do that man? Suck a dude’s cock…man that must be….shit…I dunno…that would be disgusting to me man……shit…..”
“Hey, a mouth on a dick is a mouth on a dick – a guy can cum no matter who it is Steve….” Tom said, moving closer to Steve, who now was lying back down on the sofa.
“No way man…No way would a straight guy cum when a guy is sucking him….that would be too sick. No fuckin’ way man…” Steve slurred. “Well, there are four of us here who think differently – you wanna test that Steve? I mean you are straight as can be, right. We’ll bet you…..let’s say $100 bucks that the six of us can make you cum in 30 minutes…” Ken said.
Steve, still lying on the couch, tried to get up, and propped himself on his elbows, and just stared back, shook his head twice, as if trying to shake the drunken state away.
“You’re not fucking serious. Naw. . ..no. . ..you’re putting me on, man. . .shit. . .”Steve said, sort of slurring some of his words. “We are” Ken said, “WE are…..and here’s the $100 to prove it.. we’ll sweeten it for you by upping it by another $50 – $50 you can keep no matter what. And nothing will be said – we’ll do this before Mark gets back…so decide. This can be an easy $150 bucks for you to make, if you are so sure…otherwise shut up” Ken said.
The guys waited, nervously wondering if this blond Adonis would fall for the bet. Within 60 seconds, Steve stared back. The air seemed hot and tense – we didn’t know if we over stepped ourselves. Steve still thought we were playing with him (well, actually we wanted to!). Gene then suddenly interjected “hey Steve – fuck, we’re joking. We’re joking. But man. . ..we’re. . .” “Man. . .fuck dudes. . .you guys we’re scaring me man. . ..fuck. . .you had me. . .shit. . .” Steve slurred.
The guys all sort of giggled nervously with Steve, as if he were finally in on the joke.
“Well,” Gene continued “we do actually have a bet about you – since you are such a big athlete and wrestling star, right? I mean you could with stand anything. . …”
“Shit yeah. . .I was pretty good, yeah. . .” Steve said. He paused, closing his eyes, the beers overtaking him, and then added slowly “so? What’sathe bet. . .bet. . .?”
“Well, I was reading that the normal guy can only withstand being tickled for only 5 minutes. I’m doing a little research paper for school – and so here’s the bet – okay, you get $100 bucks if you can withstand being tickled for 5 minutes. That means you can laugh. If you do, you lose, and then you have to do what we say. . ..that’s it. . .”
“Tickling????. . …shit. . ..5 minutes? I dunno. . .. . ..” Steve Steve, pausing, then, blushing a little, “Ohwhatthe fuck…Ifuckindrunk man….I’llwinthefuckinbet…sowhateverdudes….” Steve said, and then asked for another beer “I can’t believe this shit…..” “One more thing, you have to be tied up so you can fight being tickled – and your shirt has to come off too,” Gene said.
“Shit. . .okay. . .whatever,” Steve said.
Then the six of us – perhaps to hastily – started approaching the boy, eager to get their hands on him. Suddenly Steve seemed to change his mind “…no…forget it. I hate tickling. IdunnowhatIwassyain.. shit…forgetit..noway canIlet afaggot touchmeman….shit…..” Before he could say another word, we were on him, laughing. He struggled half heartedly, laughing and cursing, as we carried him to a special chair the guys had made. It was a metal bar high back chair, with the seat gone. A person could be tied in the chair – arms up, legs back, with his butt seat on the rim, yet totally accessible underneath for whatever pleasuring needed to be done. The metal bars making up the back of the chair allowed us access to Steve’s back. The rim was padded (as were the metal bars that made up the high back of the chair). They made the chair especially for Steve. We dragged him to the chair, while he babbled
“Heyman…fuck…Ichangedmymind…whattayouguysdoing…” He was drunk enough that he really couldn’t resist. I watched while the guys stripped Steve of his wet towel, leaving just his wet shorts., while he weakly struggled. He cursed, slurring his words. He was then carried to the chair, tied. His arms were placed above his head and held securely by duct tape, while his legs where spread apart and tied tightly to the legs with rope, leaving his butt and crotch totally exposed. He briefly tried to break loose and then moaned “hey man…..what….”
Ken then said “look, you can make $100…okay, if you can withstand us tickling you for 5 minutes. That means you can’t laugh or else you lose! And if you lose, like we agreed – we can do anything we want. Course we still would owe you at least $100. But if you’re a good sport we’ll sweeten the pot to $200. That’s the bet. Its gonna happen, so you might as well prepare yourself Steve. “
At that, Steve sort of sagged in the chair, his head down, touching his chest- his chest heaving from the struggle. He involuntarily shuddered – I guess at the prospect of being at the mercy of us – and being tickled.
Gene then got out a stop watch (as if we were REALLY going to go by that), and shouted “ready. . ..set. . .GO!!!!”
Steve’s eyes widened with horror, and before he could yell “NO!!!!”, the guys then went at him like hungry dogs after a bone. Gene put on a heavy blindfold on the struggling boy. Steve was filled with sheer panic, his head desperately trying to shake off the blindfold. Ken started tickling his ribcage and his slightly damp hairy armpits savagely. Zak used a feather brushing lightly up and down the sole of Steve’s feet, his toes clenched, and then started to suck those very toes lovingly. Not to be outdone, Gene started to run his fingers up and down Steve’s back, while Joe got down below the chair seat and tickled Steve’s butt cheeks (through his shorts). I came out from my hiding place and I let my fingers tickle his neck and ears, and upper arms (Steve had no idea I was there – and was so out of it from the tickling that he didn’t notice an additional set of hands). Steve clenched his teeth so hard we thought he would shatter them, and let out the longest groan, his entire body grew taunt, trying desperately to fight off the overwhelming tickling. It was a turn-on to see this boy’s muscled body arch from the torture chair, his arms and biceps and legs flexed, his abs flat and tightened, trying to ward off the surge of laughter and hysterics that was building within him. The poor boy exploded in laughter after barely being able to hold back for a pitiful 60 seconds. His body literally grew taunt from the multiple assault of fingers and toe suckling, and he screamed and yelled, laughing like a hyena, trying desperately to get words out – I suppose begging us to stop. Even though he lost the bet – we had 4 minutes to go. We never let up and Steve howled, his body seemed nearly almost ready to break the duct tape and rope, almost rocking the chair. Tears were streaming from his face as he shrieked in laughter when Ken doubled up his attack on the boy’s ribcage and stomach. One of the guys started to tickle the boy’s quivering bellybutton and abs – which caused Steve to burst out in a stream of totally unintelligible laughter. Ever so often he was able to string together a few words through his howling, “ha ha ha ha ha..oh. . .ha ha hahah. . .pleaaaaasee..oh hahahahahahhaha/. . …ple. . ..haha..ple. . .ha..hahaha. . ..ease. . .oh..ga. . .oh. . .hahahahahha..,..god. . .hahahhahahha. . .hahahahahaa. . ..sto. . .hahahaha. . .op. . ..pleasssse!!!!!!” After 10 minutes, we stopped – though just momentarily (okay, we were a little lax on the time, but we were horny. . .) Steve’s sweaty body sagged in the chair, his head resting on his chest, tears of laughter still flowing from his blindfold. He thought it was the longest 5 minutes of his life. His body still shuddered from the effects of the intense tickle torture – never before in his young life had his body been subjected to such intense simultaneous stimulation. He muttered “oh god. . ..oh. . ..oh. . ..no more. . .please. . …I give up. . .no more. . .. . .. . …”
Gene said quietly “well Steve, you seem to be very ticklish. For a wrestler, I don’t know how you made it. . ..well. . .you lost. It wasn’t even close. . ..so, you have a choice. We can have a bet to see if a gay guy came make you cum OR we can tickle you for an hour straight and THEN see what you say. . ..”
Steve’s head snapped up and – though drunk, his eyes half closed, he yelled “NO!!!!! Please!!!! Fuckin no way. . ..” Just let me go. . ..shit. . .oh shit. . ..man. . .no” “Okay my boy, have it your way. . .. . .one hour more of tickling. . …” Gene said. Steve’s eyes opened with horror and he screamed “OH NO!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!”
The guys again assaulted Steve without mercy. As he howled with laughter, one of the guys began to rip his wet shorts off a little at a time. Steve didn’t even notice, his entire body was buckling and squirming while we tickled his entire body. Finally the guys ripped off the remaining parts of his shorts, leaving the boy entirely nude, his limp, slightly shriveled uncut dick slopping back and forth, his tightened balls (from the cold wet), jiggling below the open seat. Some of us paused and stared at Steve’s body, getting more horny at seeing this handsome stud naked – his body bound tightly, squirming and begging for us to stop tickling him. As part of the plan, none of us touched his limp dick – we didn’t want to freak him out totally. But Joe, who was beneath the chair, was so turned on seeing the boy’s exposed butt – ever so often his ass crack would open, showing Joe his virgin, pink butthole. Steve would gasp and howl even more as Joe tickled the boy’s extremely sensitive butt cheeks – and ever so lightly, tickled the boy’s scrotum.
Steve nearly went nuts after being tickled non-stop for an hour – drooling almost, tears pouring from his eyes, his body quivering. His once shriveled dick and balls, grew a little – not hard, but lengthened to about 6 inches. His balls grew large and loose in their sack, being warmed by Joe’s tickling.
When we stopped, Steve gasped for air and was barely able to talk, begging us “that I’ll do anything. . .just. . .stop. . ..no more tickling. . .please. . ..do anything. . ..whatever..just. . .oh. . ..please. . ..no more. . .. . ..”
At that, Gene interjected by saying “okay Steve. We hear you. So no more tickling. But you said whatever, so we’re going to do the cum control and milking bet. If you can hold back from cumming for two hours, then you get ANOTHER $100. And if you can cum at least 7 times AFTER that within about an hour, well, you get ANOTHER $50. Okay?”
Steve’s head barely rose from his chest and he stared at Gene blankly, slurring his words “oh fuck. . ..oh. . .shit. . .”
CUM CONTROL & MILKING
At that, the guys were back at Steve, but this time to initiate him in the wonders of cum control. Gene started licking the boy’s hairy armpits, while another guy sucked both his nipples. Steve moaned and moaned, while Tom and Ben each started to lick Steve’s legs, starting at his feet, slowly working their way up, until they both were licking his thighs, while Steve moaned louder, trying to close his legs “oh god…” he moaned, sucking in his stomach, while Ken started to lick his nipples and belly button. Steve’s dick though was still soft. “There’s….no….fuckinway….no way….”Steve tried to say, while the tongues were assaulting his body.
Ben then started to lick Steve’s cock head, pulling back gently the wrinkled foreskin. The head was damp from pre-cum, and Ben sucked and licked the head gently. Steve gasped, but his cock remained soft, though Steve started to buckle, as if to shake Ben loose from his cock Steve gasped at the touch.
“See..youfucker….nofuckinwaywill….will…oh god…oh…oh….will I get hard and shoot….no…oh god…no way…” he moaned to us. I stared at the scene while the guys worked over my roommate’s brother – it was hot! Here was a straight, beautiful 19 year old boy, tied tautly to a high back seatless chair, naked, his body assaulted by a hungry pack of guys, licking every part of his body. Steve’s head was shaking back and forth, his eyes now closed, while Ken begin to lap his tongue into Steve’s ears, neck, while gently tweaking his nipples. Steve moaned and gasped, squirming. He gasped again when Tom got underneath the chair and began to lick at Steve’s exposed butt cheeks and crack.
Without warning he stabbed his tongue at Steve’s quivering asshole, while Steve screamed “Ohfuckinjesus…. whatthefuckareyoudoingdownthere…ohfuck!!!! shit…..stop…ohfiuck…don’t…..stop…. oh…gawd…..oh….”His lower body began to buckle while Ben sucked his cock head, and began to slowly jerk the now hardening shaft….
“Oh gawd…youguys….stop….oh…..FUCK….I guess…I guess…hey…..mycockhasamindofits own…oh…god…I can’t stand it….what….”Steve moaned, shaking his head back and forth. We sucked and licked for another 15 minutes, while Steve’s body squirmed, his butt cheeks clenched and opened, his cock now steely hard, Tom lapping at his butt crack and licking at Steve’s balls. Just as Steve was ready to explode with cum, the guys backed off, until the boy cooled down. (Gene helped breaking Steve’s point of cumming, by running ice cube sticks over his balls and cock, causing Steve to shriek almost in pain – and temporarily causing his dick and balls to shrivel somewhat). After a minute or so, the guys were at Steve again, repeating this at least 20 times over two hours.
Steve was now totally into it, moaning and shaking, babbling “oh god. . .I gotta cum. . .I shit. . .please. . .fuck. . ..shit. . .stop teasing me. . ..stop teasing me you fuckin fuckers. . ..stop stop. . ..shit. . ..”
To get him more in the mood, Tom forced him to drink another beer, and then put a bottle of rush to each of Steve’s nostrils. He went crazy into a sexual high, and started moaning loudly. His smooth chest tried to burst through the ropes tying him, while his stomach was taunt as could be. He suddenly screamed “OH FUCK!!!!ITFEELSSOGUCKIUNGOOD” and then his cock exploded, shooting out cum, while Ben jerked the shaft, taking his mouth off the cock, so all could see the boy’s stream of white, sticky hot cum. it shot on his chest, on the floor and on Ben’s face, while Tom and Ken lapped at his balls and butt crack. Steve continued to moan and moan…..and just sagged in the chair, totally spent. Giving Steve a lesson in milking, Gene slowly rubbed the head of Steve’s penis, gently pulling back the foreskin, rubbing the cum over the head, while the boy nearly shrieked and buckled. His dick and body was extremely sensitive from cumming.
“Stop THAT. Oh SHIT! Please! I can’t stand it!!!! Please! PLEASE! Stop! Oh. . . Fuck!!!! Stop!!!!!!! Steve begged. His entire body was nearly taunt and tense, straining to break free. The sensation of having his dick – his body – touched after cumming was almost unbearable. Within 15 minutes, the gentle polishing of his knob and jerking of his shaft got him hard again, and in another 5, the poor boy was convulsing into another unwanted orgasm. He shot a another full load! He moaned “no more. . .please. . …no more. . ..please. . .god. . …” Ken then took turns, and gently sucked the boy’s cockhead, making him scream and yell again, his body going taunt, struggling to break free. He was even MORE sensitive this time, after being made to cum a second time. The screaming he made was a complete turn-on (the boy really had a filthy mouth when he got mad!). Well each of the 8 guys had a turn in making this boy come – right after each other. By the 5th time, he was just dribbling a little cum (which we preserved in a large cup. By the 8th time he was totally wasted and spent. The boy never had a work out like this – and never experienced orgasms like this. It took just under 90 minutes. Thank god one of the guys remembered to leave the video camera running for the duration. (The tape was almost too intense to jerk off too by the way).
The guys untied the boy, who now was passed out, removing his wet blindfold. They cleaned him up (while thoroughly inspecting every inch of his body again), dressed him and laid him on the couch. He started to snore and going in a deep contented sleep. I gently woke Steve up…it took several minutes….(the other guys were on the floor watching a non-sex video). Steve just sort of stared – shook his head and I said “hey…we gotta go man…”
He must of thought the experience was a drunken dream….but he was so contented and spent. After all, it was the second night in a row that his dick was worked over. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep…..I look over to Tom, Ben and Ken and they all smiled, cum on their lips.
“Jesus, this boy is so beautiful man….I’d suck his dick anytime….” Ken whispered to me.
I half carried Steve out and brought him back to my apartment. I jerked off again after I put Steve in his bed, holding his underwear (the jockey shorts) to my nose. After I came, I knew I would have to plan for the next time that I would “get Steve”, only the next time, I would be helping to lick the boy into cumming.
My plan was to get him drunk and into a adult book store video booth with a glory hole….and then…help him direct his cock through the hole while I held him, tickled his armpits and ribcage and back. and licked his ass. Well…..that’s the next story and it came true too!!!! (For a bonus to my new found friends, I involved Ben and Ken again).