up to Steve again to help me out. He pulled out my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them apart as he did before tugging on the legs of my jeans to slide my jeans off. This left me spread on my bed in nothing but my black boxer/briefs.

I stood up and pulled the covers back to climb in bed but Steve had other ideas. Holding my shoulder to steady me he pulled my only remaining piece of clothing to the floor, leaving me stark naked. With a sly grin on his face he walked over to the door and watched me as I swayed and stumbled my way on to the bed, all the while my cock was bouncing around happily half erect.
He continued to watch me with his little grin as I lay down on my bed and passed out. I woke up in the morning to find he had pulled all the covers off me except the silk sheet, which hugged every curve and bump of my body and had folded my clothes into a tidy pile by the door, black boxer/briefs neatly folded on the top of the pile.

For some reason I don't think Steve has entirely filled me in on what happened on my 18th birthday... but I'm still not sure if I want to know the entire truth.