CORRUPTING A MINOR
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 13
I stood in front of the door to Sean's room for much longer than I thought I would. I just couldn't rally myself into knocking on the door and coming face to face with him. I elicited a few strange looks of other students who passed me in the hallway. I tried to look as casual as I could, but it's pretty hard to be inconspicuous when you are staring at a closed door in the middle of the afternoon in a cast, not to mention the fact that I wasn't really standing all that well owing to the fact that I was doped up on painkillers.
What exactly I was afraid of, I couldn't quite put my finger on. Did I think that Sean would outright reject me and not even talk to me? Did I think that he would profess his love again and I wouldn't be able to handle it? I didn't really know. But I was soon going to have to find out.
After the fourth awkward smile and wave to a passer-by, I screwed up my courage and knocked on the door. To my chagrin I heard Chatham's bellowing voice call "come in." I opened the door and cautiously stepped inside. Chatham was sprawled on the bed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that was torn in multiple places. Sean was sitting on his desk chair, drying his hair with a towel. He was wearing only a pair of jeans. I again found myself instantly drawn to his bare, hairless chest, smooth and tan, a few droplets of water still clinging to his freshly cleaned skin. My heart did a little somersault in my chest, I think partially from fear but partially from love or lust. Which of those two lovely L-words it was I had yet to determine. And I told myself that I had dragged my poor battered body here to find out.
Sean stared at me intensely; not a menacing gaze, but one that was filled with seriousness and sadness. I just stared back, frozen in place. Chatham broke our reverie.
"Woah, Marc, dude," he said, looking at my cast. "What the hell happened to you? I know you pummeled the little cocksucker here good, but he didn't tell me he got you back."
Sean and I didn't break our gaze, but Sean's facial expression turned to confusion. "I didn't get him back," he said quizzically.
"Then how'd you fuck up your hand? Break it on his ugly little face?" Chatham guffawed.
"No. I punched a wall," I said bluntly. "Can you leave us alone, please?"
"Hey man, you've got your own room, and this one is mine. I ain't going anywhere."
I whipped my head around and glared at Chatham. "Can you please just get the fuck out? I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap today. Okay?"
Surprisingly, Chatham agreed to go without any more complaints. "'Sokay, man. I'm going," he said as he pulled himself off the bed, and I couldn't help but notice it looked he was freeballing it in his sweats. "I'm hungry anyway. I need to grab me some dinner." Chatham slipped on a pair of sandals and went to the door. Then he turned back around to face me. "Oh, you're not planning on fucking him, are you? Cuz I don't want the place smelling like cum all night."
I shot him another glare. "Just leave, asshole. Or maybe I'll fuck you instead." Chatham shrugged and made some obscene gesture to Sean as the door closed behind him. I turned back to the freshman god who was seated before me. "Has he been that bad lately?" I asked.
"It's been getting worse and worse," Sean answered flatly.
"Can I sit?" I asked. He silently motioned towards the bed. I perched myself on the edge. We sat quietly for a few moments.
"So, how's your face?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"It's ok," he replied. "How's your hand?"
"It hurts. It'll be fine in a few days." Dammit this small talk needed to end right then and there. But I really didn't know where to start. So we sat in silence some more.
"What do you want?" Sean finally said. There wasn't much warmth to his tone. Not that I had been expecting any.
"Well," I started. "I came here because I thought, well, Julie said that I should . . . what I wanted to do was . . ." I needed to stop babbling and get to my point. I stopped talking and sighed. Sean raised his eyebrow inquisitively, as if to say `go on.'
I sighed in frustration. "You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you were a woman," I blurted out.
"Huh?" He looked at me confused. He was down right adorable when he was confused. But I didn't stop to notice, because all of a sudden something clicked in my feeble brain. I knew what it was that I had to say, and how to say it. I was finally able to put words to what it was that was wrong.
"Easier if you were a woman," I repeated. "Listen, if you were a girl then I'd have two simple choices, you or Julie. If I decided that you were the love of my life, I'd break it off with Julie and we'd go riding off into the fucking sunset. And if I decided that Julie were the love of my life, I could pass of our relationship as a sordid affair, say `sorry, it's been great but I have to go back to my fiancé.' Wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. But it's a little more complicated than that. First of all, you are not a woman. And no matter how hard I try to pretend that that doesn't matter, it really does matter. A hell of a lot."
Sean, who had been listening intently, interrupted me. "Why?" he asked. "Why should it matter?"
"It matters because I'm not choosing between to two relationships. I'm choosing between two aspects of my sexuality. I can't ignore the fact that you have a penis. If I go ahead and marry Julie, I'll never know if it's because I was sure that she was the one I wanted to commit to living the rest of my life out with, or if it was because I was too afraid to have a relationship with a man. Because, Sean, let's face it, I'd have a hell of a lot easier time in society marrying a woman and living a traditional lifestyle than staying with you. And I don't want to make any decision based on that fact, but I am finding it impossible to ignore. I'm not that strong a person. I'm sorry, but I'm just not."
Sean looked down at his hands, which he had clenched in his lap during my explanation. "So, what you're saying," he said, not looking up, "is that the fact that I'm a guy is keeping us apart."
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that I can't know what I want. Don't you see, for me choosing between you and Julie is tantamount to choosing my sexuality. And I don't know how to deal with this. I just don't fucking know." I slumped back against the wall.
Sean looked up at me. "Pretend I'm a woman."
"What?"
"If I actually were a woman, what would you do? No questions of sexuality, no questions of future lifestyle, nothing like that. If I were the `other woman,' what would you do? Right now, Marc, what would you do?"
And that was the problem all these weeks, although it wasn't really a problem per se. This whole time, I knew what I'd do if he were a woman.
"I'd marry Julie," I said.
Sean looked crushed. He slouched back in his chair and clenched his swollen face to keep the tears from welling up in his eyes. He didn't do a very good job at it, but he did try. And from his expression, I figured he knew that that was the answer that was coming. He just needed to deal with the reality of it.
He sniffed. "Then marry Julie." He paused. "Look, I'm sorry about all those horrible things I said about her. I really didn't mean any of them. I just had this sick schoolboy fantasy that if I got you mad at her you'd leave her and come to me. But I don't want to stand in your way. It's not right and it's selfish. I love you, Marc, I honest to God love you. But I have no right to ruin your life, and that's what I've been doing. I want you to marry Julie."
"Except she broke off the engagement."
"Come again?" Sean asked, flabbergasted.
"She broke off the engagement. I have to ask her again when I've made up my mind, if that's what I choose."
"If that's what you choose?" I think he was still confused.
"I haven't decided what to do yet. What I have decided is that I need some time to make up my mind, with no pressure. From you, or from Julie. Do you understand?" He nodded slowly. And I knew what he understood. That I was just prolonging what would be my ultimate decision, that I would marry Julie. I just couldn't seem to bring myself to leave Sean all together and I sure as hell didn't know why. I grasped his bare upper arm with my good hand. I stroked it gently as we gazed into each other's eyes. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. A kiss goodbye.
And then the door came crashing open and Chatham came bounding in. Sean and I quickly broke our kiss and separated. "Well, looks like I caught the little faggots in the dirty act itself, didn't I?" He chuckled heartily, then lewdly grabbed his crotch. "So which one of you pansies is going to suck me off first? How about you, Marc? Then when you leave I can use my little cocksucking roommate to my hearts content, eh? "
"Anyone ever tell you that you're an asshole, Chatham?" I asked. "Besides, I already told you I didn't need your crap today."
"Then leave me and my roomie here alone and you don't have to deal with my crap." He laughed and grabbed his crotch again. "I think it's about time I got to use the little shit, don't you? I mean, what's the good of having a fairy for a roommate if you can't fuck him every now and then."
He was infuriating me. I didn't know why he chose this time to be a bigger dick than usual. Sean had mentioned that he'd been getting worse, that the initial command we had over him after the blackmailing incident in December had been wearing off. I could have just brought up the pictures and we'd have been done with it. But no, I, in my infinite wisdom, had to pursue the road less traveled.
"Maybe it's time that Sean used your ass, instead of the other way around?" I spat. Of course, why I was getting into this with a broken hand, I had no idea. If the big oaf decided to hit me I really wouldn't be able to fight back. And I had firsthand knowledge that Sean wasn't particularly good in battle. Yet for some reason I was egging him on. Adventure? Stupidity?
"Yeah, like I'd ever let the faggot do that one."
"Do you think you could stop using that word? It's beginning to piss me off."
"What word? Faggot?" he asked snidely. I glared. "You don't like that word, do you, faggot? Faggot."
"That's it," I said, "Sean, get something to tie his hands with. It's time he got his ass whipped." Chatham just stood there laughing like a madman. And I don't quite know what I was expecting to do. But I do work well on the fly, so I decided to wing it. Sean stared, slack-jawed, at my command. "What the hell are you staring at, Sean? I said get something to tie his hands with. Like a necktie or something." He didn't move. Chatham continued to laugh. "Don't just stand there, you putz!" I cried.
"Oh, this is going to be good," Chatham laughed. "The pansy and the crip."
"Put your hands behind your back," I said calmly. You have to exude confidence in situations like this, I told myself, because this fuck has forty pounds and several inches on you, easy.
Chatham chuckled again. "Put my hands behind my back? I don't think so."
I quickly reached out and grabbed his crotch with my good hands. My earlier suspicions were correct, he wasn't wearing anything under his sweats. I squeezed his balls in my fist as hard as could, twisting and pulling down on them. Chatham shrieked. "I said put your hands behind your back, fucker," I hissed.
Sean's jaw dropped even farther. Chatham put his hands on my shoulders and tried to push me off. I squeezed even harder and yanked down with all my strength. "Get your paws off of me, you shithead, or I'll tear these motherfuckers off!" Instantly, and much to my surprise I will add, Chatham immediately let go of me. I eased off his nutsack a bit. I must have shocked him pretty damn good, because I know that all he would have had to do was give me a shove and I would have fallen backwards. It might have hurt something fierce but he also neglected the fact that I was pretty doped up on painkillers too, so I wouldn't be a worthy opponent in the least. Nevertheless, he stood there docile, fear plastered across his face.
"Put your hands behind your back," I said again, calmly. He didn't move and gave him another quick squeeze, which made him instantly put his hands behind his back. I clearly had the upper hand. I called to Sean, "Tie him up." Sean stood dazed for a second and then galvanized. He ran to his closet and produced one garish looking necktie. Well, he was a college student after all, what the hell did he need a tie for? Deftly, Sean bound his roommate's hands behind his back.
"What are you going to do to him?" Sean asked cautiously.
"You'll see," I smirked. I dragged Chatham by his balls to the bed and then roughly shoved him down on his back, so his bound hands were underneath him.
I leaped onto his chest and straddled it, staring down at his face. He was slowly regaining his awareness of the situation, and the fact that he could easily fling me off and retake control. I couldn't let him do that. "Sean, take off his pants," I commanded. Sean moved in to pull off Chatham's sweatpants. I heard him yelp as Chatham lashed out and kicked Sean in the chest.
I reached behind me and brought my fist crashing into Chatham's testicles. He cried out in pain. "Don't kick him again," I said. I didn't need to offer a petty threat. He knew what would happen if he kicked out one more time. Sean slowly pulled his roommates pants off of him, revealing his thick, hairy legs, as well as his flaccid cock and brutalized balls. Chatham swallowed hard.
I leaned over and looked Chatham straight in the eye. "Now, you fucking pig," I began, "I want you to apologize to Sean for treating him like a piece of shit. Can you do that?"
There was still defiance in Chatham's eyes. I think he was trying to figure out how he could get out of this position. And there were many ways, easy ways. I had to break him and quick. I took his vacillation as noncompliance and I reached behind me again and slapped his balls with my open palm three times in rapid succession. He shrieked in agony again and I felt his body go limp beneath me. Tears began to form at the corner of his eyes.
"Well?" I asked, "Are you going to apologize?"
"I'm sorry, Sean," he said, panting heavily.
"I don't think you mean it," I spat, and slapped him twice more. He started to sob openly.
"Sean, I'm really sorry I've been treating you like a piece of shit. I promise I'll stop doing it. I promise, I'm really, really sorry." He was breathing really heavily now.
"I still don't believe you," I said, and reached down and grasped his swollen balls in my fist. I pumped them a few times in my hands they way you'd pump a rubber stress ball. Chatham started to choke from the agony.
"Marc, stop it," Sean pleaded from the foot of the bed. "You're really hurting him, I think."
"Don't you think he deserves it?" I asked. Then I looked down at Chatham. "Don't you deserve it, you dickless cunt?"
"Yes, yes, I deserve it," Chatham sobbed.
"See, even he thinks he deserves it." Just then, Chatham tried to buck me off of his chest. I didn't lose my balance and backhanded him across his face with all my strength. His head whipped sidewise and a red welt began to almost instantly form where my hand made contact with his cheek. "Don't even think about doing that again, you goddamn piece of crap." I turned to Sean. "Go get some lube. It's time you took this fucker's cherry." Chatham squirmed underneath me and slapped his nuts again, really hard. "I said don't do that again!"
"Marc, I don't want to fuck him," Sean said.
"I think he want's you do fuck him, though. Don't you Chatham?" He just whimpered. "I think that he fucked with you all year and now it's time for you fuck with him."
"This is sick, Marc."
"Look at that ass. Tell me you don't want to fuck that ass, that you haven't dreamed about what it would be like to slide your dick up his tight hole and fuck his brains out. Not to mention the fact that he gave you one hell of a time this year. Wouldn't it be sweet revenge?"
"I don't want revenge," Sean answered, sullenly.
"But he wants you to do it. Tell him, Chatham. Tell your roommate that after all the times you fucked with him, now you want him to fuck you back."
Chatham looked tearfully up at me, then clearing his throat and closing his eyes he whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Sean." I smiled and gently patted his face. He was crying openly now.
Sean looked down at his roommate, lying spread-eagle on the bed, his hairy dick and balls resting on his stomach, his ass peaking out from underneath. I knew that Sean wanted it, Julie and I had taught him well. Sex was power and power meant everything. And right now we had the power over Chatham. And I think he kind of wanted to do it out of the sheer enjoyment of getting to plow a virgin ass. And like I've said before, if he dropped a few pounds, Chatham could be quiet the stud.
Sean went to his bureau and pulled out a tube of KY and walked back over to the foot of the bed. He slowly lowered his pants and boxers. He already had a hard-on. Despite his protests, I knew he wanted to do this. I knew him well enough. He dropped a glob of lube onto his hand and coated his hard cock. Then he took another glob and moved in on Chatham's ass.
He whimpered under me, and muttered, "Please, Sean, don't do this. I'm really sorry. Please don't fuck me."
Sean either didn't hear him or downright ignored him. Chatham squirmed as Sean inserted his slippery finger into his roommate's tight, virgin hole. He probed around the hairy opening a bit and then slipped his finger all the way in. Chatham gasped. After a few minutes of prodding, Sean inserted a second finger. Chatham gasped again, fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Take it like a man," I said, and slapped his balls once more. Chatham whined, but stopped wriggling. Sean grasped Chatham's ankles and hoisted them up into the air, and he positioned his cock at the entrance to Chatham's slimy opening. He let out an agonizing cry of pain as Sean roughly trust his cock into the football player's tight hole.
"Oh, fuck, Marc," Sean moaned, "he's really tight." He started to slowly slide in and out. Chatham clenched his eyes and grimaced in pain. "This is fucking great."
I leaned closer to his face and whispered breathily, "It hurts, doesn't it?"
He nodded slowly. "You don't like, do you?" He shook his head. "Open your eyes." Chatham did reluctantly. "Now open your mouth." He hesitated as he didn't know what I was going to do. When he saw that my own member, which was straining to get out of my pants, was still covered, he hesitantly opened his mouth. I let him stay that way for a few minutes, let him savor the intense hatred for this piece of shit that was building up in my face. And I hocked up nice wad of saliva and phlegm and I spit it into his gaping mouth. "Now swallow it, bitch." He choked a bit because he wasn't expecting it, but then easily swallowed my spit. "That's to let you know that you are lowlife scum, just in case you might have forgotten."
I decided he most likely wasn't going anywhere and I was getting tired of sitting on top of him. I climbed off of his chest and in doing so noticed that the assplowing that Sean was giving him was making him semi-hard. I gave his cock a few tugs and he shuttered. "Enjoying it, now, are we?" I smirked. Chatham stayed silent, except for the occasional grunt.
Slouching in a chair, I took in the scene before me. Chatham's big jock body was lying still on the bed, his hands tied behind him, mostly likely digging painfully into his lower back, especially when I had been sitting on him. And behind this large, muscular boy was his fit, lithe roommate, tan and chiseled and plowing his ass mercilessly. Sean shined beautifully in the artificial light from the dorm lighting, his pants around his ankles, his brow knit, his sculpted chest heaving up and down and glistening with sweat. He was slowly working his thick cock in and out of his roommates tight hole. His eyes were closed and his mouth was parted ever so slightly, his head tilted slightly back. I wondered what he was thinking, if in his mind he were fucking his roommate. Or if he were fantasizing about fucking someone else, like me or Julie. He wasn't being that rough with him, and from the look on his face I was guessing it was me.
I casually rubbed my own hard prick through my jeans. I was definitely getting off on this. I could hear Sean's balls slap against Chatham's ass with each stroke, hear the slapping noise above the soft moans that came from both of them. Chatham's groaning was actually taking on a more pleasurable tone and his cock was standing at full attention. Sean must have found that wonderful male G-spot. Good for him. I wanted Chatham not only to be fucked, but to be forced to enjoy it. That should send his straight jock mind for a loop.
Sean was getting close, I could tell, because he quickened up the pace, and started to let out a string of expletives under his breath. His tight boy butt was so adorable as it clenched and loosened with each thrust. I just want to pinch and rub and lick it up and down, but I knew that I needed to calm down my libido. It was my insatiable sex drive that had gotten me into most of my problems lately, with Sean and Julie. And I needed to calm the fuck down.
Sean let out a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the orgasm hit him. "Oh Christ, here it comes!" he cried as his whole body convulsed and his shot his creamy boy jizz into Chatham's waiting asshole. It seemed like he came for days as his body twitched and writhed. He dropped Chatham's legs and collapsed onto his chest, laying there prone and panting.
After a few moments Chatham started to wriggle under Sean. "Get the fuck off me, you dickhead!" he cried suddenly. He bucked and Sean sat up, extracting his softening cock with a resounding pop. Chatham looked like he was going to blow. I needed to defuse the situation. I got up from the chair and walked over to the bed.
Sean pulled his pants back up. I looked over to him. "Have a good time?" I asked.
"The best," he smiled. "You've got a nice tight ass there, Chatham. We should do this again sometime."
"Looks like your cock had fun," I said to Chatham and gave it a few more tugs. He instantly settled down and glared, unsteadily. "How are these feeling?" I gave his balls another squeeze. He groaned in pain. "Think they're too sore to cum?"
"What?"
"I said do you think you can cum?" I didn't give him the opportunity to answer the question. I just grasped his shaft in my hand and started to pump it rapidly. "So you're little faggot roommate pumps your ass full of his sperm, and you got off on it? Kind of ironic isn't it?" His breathing increased as I continued to stroke him off feverishly. Even though his balls were sore from all the times I attacked them, I could tell they were tightening up. He was going to be ready to shoot soon. "I wonder what that makes you?" I goaded. "I guess it makes you a faggot's fuck toy, wouldn't it?"
I kept on stroking him faster and faster, running my hand down his shaft, and over his swollen mushroom head. He came quickly and violently. He started to buck on the bed as his hips rose up to meet my hand. Torrents of cum shot out of his piss-slit and splashed over his stomach and T-shirt. The last of his juices dribbled over my hand and his cock, and into his bushy pubes, which were already matted down with sweat from his anal workout.
"You got my hand dirty, you bitch," I said. I thrust my hand in front of his face. "Clean it!" Chatham was definitely broken. Without the smallest of pauses he stuck his tongue out and licked his cum off my hand. "Good boy. Not get up." Sean and I helped him to his feet. He was standing a little funny, I'm sure his ass was sore. I turned him around to untie his hands I saw Sean's cum slowly leaking out of his ass and dripping down his thigh. That made me smile. I untied his hands and he whipped around, fist raised, face flushed with ire.
"You little motherfucking sonofabitch!" he cried.
I held up a scolding finger and he instantly stopped his punch. "Now you listen to me, you shit. You touch me or him, now or ever, and those pictures we took of you last term get out all over campus. Your teammates, your buddies, and don't think I won't send them to your parents, because I'm just that cruel a bastard. Do you understand, cunt-wad?"
Slowly Chatham lowered his fist. He glared at the both of us as he bent down slowly to put back on his sweatpants.
"So how's if feel to be fucked over by a pansy and crip?" Sean asked. "That is what you called us, wasn't it?" Chatham just shot more angry glares. He slammed the door on his way out. Where he was going I didn't know and I didn't really care.
Sean stood staring at the door. I walked up behind him and wrapped my good arm around his waist, and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Serves the fucker right. He had it coming."
"Marc, I'm scared."
"Don't be," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the neck. "He's not going to touch you anymore. I can guarantee that. He's got too much at stake."
"No, it's not that," he answered.
"Are you scared that you enjoyed that more than you should have?" I gave him another brief peck on the neck.
"No, I'm scared that I'm more in love with you than I should be."
I slowly rubbed his stomach. "And that's the same thing I've been afraid of all this time as well." I moved my hand down to his groin and rubbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. He quickly got hard. At the same time and pressed my own crotch against his ass and slowly started to grind it into his crack.
"Marc, stop," he moaned.
I ignored him and instead just rubbed him harder and faster through his pants. I also increased the speed that I was dry humping his butt. I pressed my lips into the crook of his neck and tasted his salty skin, licking and sucking feverishly. He started to groan with pleasure. He began to press his crotch into my hand as I palmed his groin. I could feel him tighten and twitch, and then his cock spasmed and I felt his pants slowly become warm and wet as he unleashed his second load for the afternoon. I shot my own load into my shorts shortly after as well, and my whole body convulsed, almost spilling me to the floor, my legs were so weak.
As our breathing returned to normal I turned Sean around to look him in the eye. He tenderly touched my cheek. He looked as if he were going to kiss me, but then he looked down at the wet spot in my pants. I followed his gaze down and saw his. We broke into hysterical laughter, completely ruining the moment, yet somehow I was thankful to be out of it.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. "We should go grab some dinner."
Sean nodded. "But first I think we need to change our pants." We both laughed again.
Somehow, some way or another, things were comfortable between us again. Not perfect, but livable. I knew that I needed to wean my way off of Sean, but I just couldn't do it. Only now that things were better, I could worry about more pressing issues, like finishing my thesis with a broken hand or my upcoming drug possession trial.
But tonight, the only thing I was going to worry about was dinner.
To Be Continued . . .
As always, thanks for all the support I'm getting for this series. I really appreciate all the input I've been receiving. And remember, comments and suggestions are always welcomed.
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