Corrupting a Minor

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)

CHAPTER 15

I found Julie downstairs in the basement drinking with Steve, Rebecca and Chatham. Apparently Sean had gone home, and hell, I would have too. Rebecca looked at me nervously, and avoided direct eye contact. I insisted that Julie and I leave immediately, there was something I needed to discuss with her. The motley crew assembled before me fired off several rounds of questions, such as where's Sean?' and why not stay for a few more drinks?'

But Julie noticed something was wrong and willingly followed me back to her room. I sat her down on the bed and knelt in front of her. I was sweating, my head was spinning, and I felt nauseated.

"What's the matter, Marc?" Julie asked nervously. "You're acting really weird."

"I'm sorry, Julie," I answered. Damn, my mouth was dry. "You know I really do love you, right?"

"Yes," she replied hesitantly, obviously sensing something was up.

"And that I'll always love you, even though I might do stupid things every now and then?"

"Yes, Marc. I know you love me. What are you trying to say?" There was a bit of exasperation mixed with anticipation in her voice. Perhaps she thought I was going to propose again. And oh, how I would have loved to.

I knew it would be easier if I just blurted it out, so I swallowed what saliva I could manage to produce, and, looking at the ground the whole time I was crouched in front of her, said as quickly as I could, "Tonight, while you and Steve were playing pong, I slept with Rebecca."

She took it better than I thought she would. I had anticipated bodily harm.

She sat dumbfounded for a moment or so. I continually muttered "I'm sorry's" while she sat in silence. And then she told me to leave. It wasn't cold or angry or sad. It was so matter of fact as if she were stating her name. But when I looked up into her eyes, they were not indifferent. They were filled with anguish.

I thought about trying to apologize more, but instead I just quietly left the room, my head hung low. I stared at my feet as I walked across the hall to my room and collapsed on my bed. I buried my face in my pillow and started to cry. They were tiny, pathetic whimpers, but then that was exactly how I felt right then. Tiny and pathetic.

But I knew that I had to tell her. And I had to tell her then; she had to know that I had felt guilty right at that moment; that there was no long period of strategic calculation; that my confession was a gut reaction.

I cried myself to sleep that night. And the next night. And pretty much the rest of the week. If I bumped into Julie or Sean in the hallway, which was rare, we avoided each other's gaze. I can only assume that Steve knew, not that I talked to him either. I sat alone in my room most of the time, pretending to study or play computer solitaire or Snood. I'd go to bed early, I'd get up late. I swam a lot too, three times a day, whenever the pool was open. I was in the best shape of my life that week.

In the locker room one afternoon, I bumped into Chatham. He was coming in from using the weight room, and I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was sitting on the bench with a towel wrapped around my waist. I was moving slowly, like I had been all week.

"Marc, dude," Chatham said as he set his back down and sat on the bench across from me, "everything OK with you?"

"Yeah," I muttered, "why wouldn't it be?"

"Marc, I might not be the sharpest tack in the shed," he started, "but I'm not blind. Something's up. You and your whole frickin' social circle. I never see you and Julie together, not since that party anyways. All Sean does is mope around the room and watch `Law and Order' reruns on A&E."

"Hey, it's a good show," I said, forcing a smile. Chatham scowled.

"He won't talk to me. And Steve broke up with Rebecca this weekend and doesn't hang out at the house anymore." I perked up when he mentioned that.

"And I've seen you more here then ever before."

"I have more free time now that my thesis is finished," I said, defensively.

"Bullshit. I told you I'm not blind." He moved benches and sat down next to me, putting his arm on my shoulder. I cringed slightly at the human contact, but didn't shrug him off. "I just wanted to let you know that if you want someone to talk to, you know, outside of the loop, well my door is open." I looked up quizzically. Was Chatham showing some human emotion? Sympathy perhaps? Common decency? "I know I've been an asshole to you much of the year, but I hate to see a guy hurting, you know what I mean?"

I looked over into his face and he was smiling a warm, caring smile. Well I'll be damned. I followed suit and cracked my first real smile in a long time. "Thanks, Chatham," I said, "I might take you up on that." I got up and finished getting dressed. As I was leaving the locker room, I turned back and said, "Oh, and Chatham, thanks for noticing."

He shrugged his shoulders. "No biggie," he said. And that was that. So there was a person underneath all that gruff exterior. So Sean wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, Sean is usually right, isn't he? I thought. I knew at that moment that I had to go make a few things right again.

I confronted Steve first. We had a very long conversation in his room that same night. It turns out that Rebecca told him shortly after we left the party. And it also turns out that the main reason she fucked me was not because she found me incredibly irresistible but because she had found out that Steve had cheated on her a few weeks back with a sophomore. A tri-Delt no less. It was revenge. He understood how I could have been swayed, but he said he knew that Rebecca was intense and once she got an idea in her head, there was no stopping her.

"We were on the rocks anyway, Marky," Steve said. "It was only a matter of time."

"But I betrayed your trust," I said. "That's the worst part. I hope I didn't destroy our friendship."

"It'll take a lot more than that," he answered. "You're too good a friend to let a perky little blonde whore get in the way. I am hurt that you slept with my girlfriend though. Pretty shitty thing to do."

I hung my head in shame. "I'm sorry, I really am."

"I just hope you've been wracked with guilt all week," he said playfully.

"Miserable guilt," I moaned, and I wasn't being facetious.

"Good. I think you've suffered enough." We hugged and that was pretty much that. With guys it's easy. Steve and I were so close that for some reason it didn't seem to matter that I did the one thing that should mean death to all friendship. I suppose I was lucky that he'd also cheated and that he blamed Rebecca, and I learned at an early age not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sean and Julie weren't going to be so easy. I will say that I lost a little respect for Steve that day, when I found out he was being unfaithful, but I hate hypocrisy and this would be much worse than the pot calling the kettle black, so I pushed it out of my mind.

"I've talked to Julie, too," Steve said, and I cringed from guilt. "I told her my take on the situation. She's really upset. She wants to talk to you and make up. She really does. She told me all about the postponement of the wedding." I cringed again. I hadn't wanted Steve to know the extent to which I was emotionally involved with Sean. "She really, truly wants things to work out. And I think you can. But you have to approach her."

I made up my mind at that moment. I really needed Julie. I was miserable without her. I wanted to marry her and spend the rest of my worthless life with her, if she would let me. But there still was Sean. So I went to deal with Sean first.

I knocked on Sean's door and Chatham called for me to come in. Chatham was sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine. Sean was sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the TV. I made a mental note that it was an old `Law and Order' episode, back from the Paul Sorvino years.

"Can I talk to Sean?" I asked Chatham. He nodded and without any complaints left the room. I turned back to Sean. He hadn't looked up. He was barefoot, wearing a pair of wind pants, and a plain T-shirt. He was also wearing his signature hat. I couldn't help but notice it was virtually the same clothing he had on that night of our first encounter, which seemed so long ago. His face had that same sullen pout that made me want to devour his lips, but this time it wasn't from being dumped by his girlfriend, it was from me.

I turned off the TV and Sean looked up at me. I noticed his skin still had a slight discoloration from where I had clocked him in the cheek way back when. His eyes were sad and heavy. Christ, this kid was adorable, even when he was depressed. "I'm sorry," I said flatly. I pulled one of the desk chairs around and sat facing him.

"I told you not to come back."

"I'm not," I said. That got his attention. "I've made a decision tonight, and I thought it would be best if I came to you first."

"What decision?" he asked. His voice cracked. I think he knew what was coming.

"I'm going to ask Julie if she will marry me again tonight."

"She forgave you?" he said, his voice uneven.

"Not yet. I'm hoping that she will." Sean sat in silence, looking as if his entire world were collapsing around him. "I have to do this. I have to marry her. I love her so much. I love you too, Sean. I really do. You might not know it, and I might not want to admit it, but I really do. I've been with Julie for almost four years now, I've known you for seven months. Marrying Julie is the safest choice for me right now. I'm not saying it's the right choice. I hope it is. I hope we don't end up divorced six years from now. We might be, who can tell? But what I can tell is that my life is a big pile of shit right now. I am in physical and emotional turmoil and I need some security, I need to feel that safety. And I'm going to get that with Julie. I hope you understand."

Sean didn't say anything for nearly a minute, then he swallowed hard and spoke. "Of course I understand, Marc. I've always understood. I just never wanted to accept it. I've known all along that Julie is the safe, sensible choice. And I know you came in here to apologize, but I'm the one who should be saying `I'm sorry.'"

"Come again?" I said.

"Marc, you're not the only one who's been an asshole. I've known from day one how close you and Julie were. And I actively tried to tear that apart. I used your feelings for me to cast doubt on your relationship so I could have you for myself. Because I love you Marc, and at this point in my life I can't see myself without you. But I never considered your feelings and the kind of hell I was putting you through. We both fucked up, Marc. Go, marry Julie."

"You know, if our lives were turned into a Hollywood movie, we'd probably end up all three of us living together in threesome-bliss," I joked. "There'd be no decision making."

Sean laughed. "Our lives would never be made into a Hollywood movie. They'd have to cut out too much to get the R-rating."

We both stood up and embraced. Sean buried his face in my neck and we stood in the center of the room holding each other. I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine. And like every time I was around him, I was found myself doubting my decision to pledge myself to Julie. But Sean had just given his blessing, so to speak. I still was unclear as to why, but that didn't so much matter.

I gently eased up on the hug so I could look into his face. He was crying, I knew, because my neck had been damp, and his eyes were red. His mouth was quivering. I placed my hand underneath his chin and raised his head up so we were looking into each others eyes. I wanted to kiss him, no, I needed to kiss him. I slowly leaned into him and pressed my lips full against his.

The kiss was soft and tender. And it was brief, but in that short time I had hundreds of memories come flooding back: that first night of passionate sex with Julie, the dozens of nights like it afterwards, the hours spent laughing and studying and drinking, a whole lifetime's worth of friendship and love we'd crammed into half a year.

We pulled away and I caressed his face. "I love you, Sean. And I promise you that I always will."

He smiled back, then gave me a swift pat on the ass. "I love you too. Now go propose to your girlfriend."

I spent the rest of the night and well into the morning talking with Julie. I told her how disgusted I was with myself, and how I needed her to forgive me. It took a lot, but in the end, I was on my knees proposing yet again. It also wasn't the most ideal of situations, one you definitely didn't want to tell your grandchildren. But she forgave me. Somehow she found it in her heart. I'm sure Steve had a lot to do with easing the situation, placing a lot of the blame on Rebecca, so that she'd have an easier time taking me back. I didn't bother to question the reason at that moment. I was just happy that she didn't hate me.

We made love that night, both passionately and tenderly. We fucked on the bed, on the couch, on the floor, in the bathroom, in the shower, on the bed again. It was animalistic in its intensity. We had been sexually charged from our abstinence, from our desires, and from all the pent up emotion that we had been experiencing over the past week. I won't say that it was healthy, I don't think our relationship had ever been all that healthy, in retrospect. But it was familiar at least.

And in that familiarity we all fell back into our normal rut.

Steve was partying and flirting with the coeds harder than ever, now that he was `free' of Rebecca. Julie and I began to spend more time together doing the things we used to do, going to the movies, shooting some pool at the student center, grabbing drinks with Steve or some of Julie's friends from the Jackson Foundation, the campus organization she did all her volunteer work through.

Sean even became more of a fixture again, the three of us hanging out at night when we should've been preparing for exams, taking in what I suppose could have passed for dinner in the campus cafeteria. Some of the old sexual tension was there, but it was eased somewhat.

Finals rolled around; we all passed. We were set to graduate, and I couldn't have been happier. Everything was sweeping by so quickly. I'd decided to matriculate at Columbia, that way Julie and I could be in the same city. She was going to grab an apartment with a few friends, and I was going to stay in medical school housing. My parents would've never approved for the two of us living together before we were married. They would have never approved of a lot of things, but those we could keep private, if you know what I mean.

Surprisingly Sean and Chatham were getting along swimmingly, better than they ever had. In fact, Chatham was turning out to be the right proper gentleman. Sean had even offered to see if his father would get him a job caddying with him, Sean's normal summer employment at a golf course his father managed just outside of Colorado Springs. In fact, they were going to road trip it out there after graduation. They had both decided to hang around and watch the seniors on their big day. Normally everyone was kicked out of their dorms early, but both Chatham and Sean had volunteered to help get the dorms ready for the slew of reunions that take place right after commencement, so they got to stay in their room.

Senior Week was a drunken haze. More than once I ended up naked in the river. And at one point I was singing old school songs on the graduation stage while watching the sun come up. The whole week I was filled with angst as well as excitement, since I was terribly anxious to leave to start the next chapter in my life and yet saddened at the same time that my stint as a college student was coming to an end.

Mostly we were just partying in private rooms or informal frat parties, but Steve's fraternity threw a really kickass end of the year bash. I wasn't really in the mood for a big party but Julie insisted that we go. The Alpha's had hired the only real local school band, Trigger Happy, which was in my opinion the stupidest name for a rock band ever. But they were decent musicians and they had a good mix of original material and popular covers. Their original work sounded too much like Dave Matthews for my taste, but the lead singer was a splendid piece of eye candy, which I think was the main reason they were as popular as they were; women went to see them and the only real venue was at a frat party, so the women went and since there were dozens of them and only one crooning hottie, all the drunken frat boys got their pick of the litter. It turned out to be a good time, too. We even smoked the band up after the show, and unless I was really wasted I could swear the lead singer was checking me out. Whatever, I had enough problems.

The night before graduation, a bunch of us were playing pong and just chilling in the ASX basement; me, Julie, Steve, Sean, Chatham, and a few other senior brothers and some random others in the form of friends and girlfriends. It was early still, and we were just mellowing out after a week of debauchery.

At one point Julie came up to me and put her arm around my waist, and whispered into my ear, "Honey, we should go, we have to get up early to line up for graduation, don't forget. I don't want to be too butt-ass tired."

I gave her a peck on the forehead. "You go ahead, I'll catch up later. In fact, don't wait for me. I have to finish packing and shit, I probably won't go to sleep at all."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself." She kissed me, Sean, and Steve goodbye and I stared longingly at her as she pranced up the stairs, her squeezable ass, bouncing as she hopped up and out of the basement. I smiled. I was happy things were back to normal.

We drank a little bit more, and at one point, Sean and I were sitting off in the corner, just watching the lazy, quiet scene go on in front of us. I glanced over to Sean. He hadn't shaved in a bit, and a cute little stubble was forming on his chin and cheeks. He as a bit drunk and his eyes were glazed over ever so slightly, and since it was hot and he was sweaty, his thin T-shirt was sticking to his skin, and I could see the outline of his nipples through the flimsy material. And I wanted to eat him up right there.

Now my thought processes were challenged to say the least, but I knew that I needed to do something for Sean, something to make up for all the crap I had put him through, for being such a jackass. I thought of an idea that would be enjoyable for both him and me. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him into me, roughly but friendly. "Hey kiddo," I said, "I love you, ya know that?"

He looked at me and cracked a goofy smile. "Yeah, I do." He reached up and tousled my hair.

"Let's go back to my place, I have to finish packing. And I've got a goodbye present for you."

He bounced up off the bench on which we were sitting. "Ooh, I love presents," he cooed. "Let's go."

We stumbled back to my dorm room. It was more difficult than I had thought it was going to be, we were a tad bit more intoxicated than I had initially calculated. We fell into my room and tripped over some half-packed boxes. Most of my stuff was all ready to go, I just needed to throw some clothes in to some bags. Last minute stuff really. The college wanted us out by the end of graduation day. Bitches, all of them.

I tripped over a box as I closed the door behind us. "Dude," Sean slurred, "this place is a fucking pigsty."

"Sorry man, I'm packing," I replied. We maneuvered between the boxes, towards the yet-to-be-dismantled futon. "Now would be the time to put on some music," I said, "but I packed my stereo already."

"Why do we need music?" Sean asked, his sloppy grin still plastered across his face.

"Seduction is easier with music." I stood directly in front of him. He fell silent as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked slowly.

"Yes," I answered huskily. "I told you I had a present for you." I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pressed him into a seated position on the couch. I straddled his lap and cupped his face in my hands. His stubble was rough under my fingertips as I slowly ran my hands down his cheeks. I leaned in and gingerly took his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling and nibbling gently. He let out a slight moan. Unexpectedly, he pressed his hands against my chest and slowly eased me off.

"Marc, we shouldn't be doing this," he said softly.

"Why not?" I asked incredulously, "don't you want to?" I leaned in again and started licking and nibbling his ear. He squirmed underneath me and I could feel his cock hardening as I pressed my groin against his.

Sean sighed deeply. "Of course I want to," he said, as I ran my teeth along his jaw line, scraping them across his stubble, until I could bite and suck his chin.

"Then why stop?" I said between nibbles.

He pushed me off again. "Because I've spent the last month trying to push you out of my mind, and if we continue I think I'm going to fall in love with you again, and that would be bad."

The boy did have a point. And I don't know, maybe I was just being my typical self-absorbed self, but I think that I honestly believed I was doing something good for him. I wanted him to remember me as a positive experience in his life, not as the person who forced him into a life of gay sex, forced that sex upon him repeatedly, and tore at his fragile emotions like a piece of tissue paper. I wanted to show him that I really cared about him, and that I really did love him in my own way.

So instead of backing off, I simply said: "Then whenever you want to stop, just let me know and I will." I looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes, and I could see confusion mixed with a battle of willpower behind their glassy exterior. I nuzzled into his neck and softly began to suck his taut, hot skin. I breathed deeply his musky scent, as I licked and sucked at the nape of his neck. He remained tense underneath me. Slowly, he eased me off him again.

"Why are you doing this?" he whispered.

"Because," I said, "I want you to remember me as a positive chapter in your life." I reached underneath his T-shirt and gingerly massaged his abs. His body was still fighting my advances. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, and then whispered into his ear: "And because I want to make you happy."

I didn't need any verbal response; his body told all. I could `feel' him make his decision. He let out a soft sigh and all his muscles relaxed, seemingly on cue. I reacted almost immediately. I lifted his shirt up over his head as he complacently raised his arms. He still kept his tight little freshman chest shaved smooth, save for the trail of hair from his belly button down below his waistline, which just turned me on even more. Tossing his shirt aside, I feverishly began kissing him, planting hot, moist kisses down his neck and chest, savoring the salty taste of his sweaty skin.

Sean moaned uncontrollably as I licked and tugged at one of his hard little nipples, biting and sucking it until it was painfully erect. He was now massaging my back through my own shirt, and squirming ever so slightly with delight beneath me. But I didn't want this to be a torrid, lust-driven boink on the flip-n-fuck. We were moving to a more sacred realm: the bed.

After getting his chest good and wet, I climbed off of him, and took him by the hands, pulling him up on his feet. We stood facing each other as I ran my hands down his chest, to the waistline of his pants. Slowly I unbuckled his belt while he kicked off his sneakers. His pants dropped to his ankles, leaving him clad only in his white athletic socks and plain blue cotton boxers. They were, needless to say, tented, his rigid cock straining to get out.

I led Sean by his hand over to the bed, and pulled back the covers. He laid back on the bed and looked up at me with anticipation. I quickly shucked my own sneakers, shirt and pants and crawled in bed on top of him. Our mouths met tenderly, and we kissed more passionately than we ever had before for what seemed like an eternity. As we embraced, Sean rubbed my back and slid his hands beneath the waistband of my underwear, exploring my ass. Slowly we ground our covered cocks together as our legs wrapped around each other.

Sean began to suck on my neck but I pushed him away. "No," I breathed heavily, "you just lay back and relax. I'm taking care of you tonight." With that I began to plant soft kisses down his neck and chest again, licking my way down to his hard abdomen. I flicked my tongue in and out of his belly button, my face tickled by the treasure trail that encircled it. He fidgeted and squirmed in response. I could see a wet spot forming on his tented boxers, and I wanted to partake in what I knew was a very tasty pre-cum.

I placed my mouth around the head of his cock, through his boxers, and slowly began to apply some suction. I could taste his sweet pre-cum oozing through the thin material, and Sean twitched even more. "Oh God, Marc, yes," he moaned softly and I stroked his thighs and suckled his throbbing cockhead.

I didn't want to get him off before I had the chance to make love to him, but I still wanted him to be constantly on the verge of ecstasy. So I decided to toy with him a little more. Slowly I slid his boxers down from around his slim waist, and he wasted no time kicking them off onto the floor. I now found myself face to face with his dripping manhood, his rock-hard prick that I had had in my mouth so many times before and I knew tasted better than a Ben & Jerry's cone on a hot summer day. It slapped against his belly as I pulled his shorts down, the head smeared with pre-cum, which glistened in the moonlight that was shining through the open window.

Burying my nose in his pubic hair, I breathed deeply his musky scent, that slightly sweaty, slightly pungent smell of an unwashed crotch. Slowly I licked around the base of his prick. He unconsciously spread his legs to allow me easier access. As I took one of his balls into my hot, moist mouth, Sean started to stroke my hair tenderly. I applied some pressure on his sac by sucking my cheeks in. Not too much, just enough to groan with pleasure. I rolled it around in my mouth for a few moments, and then gave the other one the same treatment. In fact, I paid a lot of attention to his balls, going back and forth, all the while stroking his thighs and ass. He was going crazy.

"Oh yeah, Marc," he cried out at one point, "suck me, please. Suck me off."

I pulled my mouth off his testicle and said, "Not yet, hon, not yet." I gave his thigh a playful slap, and I went back to tonguing his slightly hairy ballsac.

Satisfied that he was randier than he could stand, I stopped sucking his nuts, and moved my tongue down to his tiny, tight little rosebud. Now again, I really don't like rimming, but I know how much I enjoying having someone chow down on my ass, so I decided to give it my best. Sean hadn't cleaned in a while, and he was all sweaty and sticky from the hot weather and the humidity in the basement while we played pong all night. Nevertheless, I buried my nose in his ass crack and took a tentative breath.

I planted a few soft kisses on his smooth globes before moving closer to his small pink hole. With the tip of my tongue, I encircled his hole, tickling him ever so slightly and making him squirm even more beneath me. I positioned my tongue right at the opening and slowly stuck it in. His hole almost immediately relaxed and opened up, inviting my tongue to explore his sensitive chute.

Sean groaned with delight as I wiggled my tongue around, as deep as I could thrust it in, moistening and loosening his boypussy. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as I continued to rim him, "Oh God, Marc, that's fucking awesome. Eat me out, man."

Satisfied that my tongue bath had well lubricated him, I pulled my mouth away and replaced my tongue with my index finger. His perky little ass swallowed my finger whole, right up to the last knuckle. I wiggled it around, too, in search of his prostate. I'd traveled this road many times, and it didn't take very long for me to have Sean bucking with ecstasy under my ministrations. He cried out loudly again, and even louder when I had added a second, and then a third finger, stretching his hole as best I could.

I was pissed that I had packed up all my lube, so we were going to have to do it the old fashioned way. Sean was used to it though, he'd taken it rough from me so many times. Slowly I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and gave him a couple soft pats. "Are you ready, buddy?" I asked as I slid my underwear down and kicked them to the floor.

"Ready and waiting," Sean smirked. He started to flip around on his hands and knees, but I quickly stopped him and rolled him back over onto his back.

"I want to do it this way," I said. "I want to be able to look at your face." Sean just smiled.

I spit on my hand a few times and lathered my rigid cock up. Sean put his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs up, exposing his moist, slick asshole. I rubbed my dick up and down his crack a few times and then slowly guided the tip to his hole. I pressed against it, and just as it had gobbled up my fingers earlier, it sucked in my cock. His sphincter closed around my shaft tightly, squeezing my dick, it's vise-like grip sending shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body. Sean winced briefly as I slid my cock into his gaping hole, but again he was used to it and quickly adjusted to being filled by my prick.

Slowly I leaned in to kiss him, a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. He lowered his legs and wrapped them around my torso. His hands pulled me in closer and stroked my back as I placed tiny pecks on his lips and face, all the while my cock buried deep in his ass. After several minutes of laying there still, I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his ass. Each stroke was slow and long and deep. I continued to kiss his face and neck as I fucked him, grinding and twisting, exploring his insides with my hard tool.

Every time I grazed his prostate, which was at the end of every long, deep stroke, Sean cried out in tortured pleasure. I stroked and massaged his smooth, glistening skin as I made love to him, petting him, stroking him, sending him into to ecstatic convulsions.

"Do you like that?" I whispered huskily into his ear, as I drove my cock as deep into his hole as I could force it.

"Oh God, yes," he moaned, shaking beneath me. His ass was loving it too, because with every stroke he would tighten his ass muscles around my cock, as if he were trying to milk the come right out of it. I knew it wasn't going to be long before I shot my load, and I didn't think he was going to last much more either. I could feel his cock, sandwiched between his stomach and mine, twitching and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

I quickened my pace, but not too much. I wanted to keep it slow as I could, but my balls were begging me to shoot. I could feel them pressed up against my flesh as tight as they could get. It wasn't going to be long. Sean was ready too, partially from my anal assault but partially from his dick rubbing between our bellies. I heard his breathing begin to speed up, and he wrapped his legs tightly around me. He squeezed me in closer to him, and dug his nails into make back as he screamed, "Jesus Christ, Marc, here it comes, oh fucking God, here it fucking comes!"

And with that, his whole body began to convulse as he shot his rich, creamy load. The come splattered between our bodies, smearing all over his cockhead and our respective abdomens. With his voracious orgasm, his ass muscles also began to twitch and convulse, and since my cock was still buried deep inside they twitched and convulsed around my own leaking member, which caused me to rapidly approach my own climax.

I didn't even have time to warn Sean, the come just boiled over in my swollen balls and with a few grunts followed by a strangled cry I unleashed wave upon wave of sticky come up Sean's ass, filling him with my juice. My whole body began to shake and twitch as well as I emptied the contents of my nuts into Sean's eager ass.

As we both started to come down from our orgasmic high, I collapsed on Sean's chest and buried my face in his neck, once again breathing in his manly scent, a scent I was surely going to be sorry to give up. As I laid there, my body rising and falling with Sean's heavy breaths, I briefly wondered again if I was making a terrible mistake by marrying Julie, but I didn't mull it over too long since I wanted to savor the euphoria I was feeling at that moment.

Sean must have been feeling it too, because he just started to giggle. I looked up at him and kissed him on the chin. "Did you like that?" I asked playfully.

He smiled and giggled again. And then in his best little `Oliver' voice, he said, "Please sir, can I have some more?"

That made me laugh. I kissed him again and collapsed once more in post-orgasmic bliss. I could feel Sean's sticky come squishing around between us, and I decided that I should probably do something about that. Slowly I pulled my softening cock out of his ass. It gave a resounding `plop' as it came out, easily audible in the silence of the evening.

I kissed my way down his sweaty chest to where his come was pooling just above where his softening cockhead was resting. He giggled again as I licked around his belly button and lapped up his boyjuice. It was salty and sweet at the same time, a taste I had come to recognize well over the past few months; a taste I was surely going to miss.

Satisfied that his stomach was cleaned, I moved on to trying to get some of that sticky jizz off of his penis. I licked at his sensitive cock head, flicking my tongue over his piss slit, and then taking his whole soft cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked all of his salty freshman come of his cock. And as I did so, I noticed that he was beginning to harden again. Damn, I thought, he's ready for more already. Ah, the stamina of young adolescent males.

I decided that I loved the taste of his come so much, that he was willing, I was more than ready for a second helping. I swallowed his prick greedily. "Marc," he said, "I'm still really sensitive, I don't know if I want to --- oh fucking A!" I shut him up by thrusting my finger up his ass and massaging his prostate yet again. My finger squished around inside his cum-filled asshole. I continued to deep throat him as best I could, taking his cock all the down so that his pubic hair was tickling my nose. I'd pull all the way off and nibble and kiss his cockhead, tasting his precum that was yet again flowing copiously, followed by a self-impaling of my throat on his cock, and then back up again, over and over.

It didn't take much time for Sean to be once again shooting his load, this time right down my throat. The dual action of sucking his dick and fondling his prostate was enough to have him over the edge in minutes. With my other hand I was squeezing and massaging his balls, trying to milk what remaining semen was left. And I was duly rewarded. When I felt his ballsac tighten up, I pulled my mouth off so that just his tender head was in my mouth. I jerked the lower half of his shaft a few times and his throbbing cock was soon pulsating and shooting a second load of come down my throat. There wasn't nearly as much as the first time, but it was still that same rich creamy goodness that I had grown to love. It cascaded over my tongue and I was able to savor the bittersweet taste before I swallowed it down into my belly.

When I had finished milking Sean's tool for all it was worth, and it had become flaccid again, I nibbled my way back up his chiseled body and we kissed once again. I pulled the covers over us, and snuggled up against his body, my bare legs intertwined with his, my head resting on his shoulder and my arm draped across his chest. I was in heaven at that moment, and I'm pretty fucking sure Sean was too.

"So," I said, "did you enjoy your present?"

"God, Marc," he answered, "that was fucking amazing. I've never had sex like that before. Ever."

"I'm glad you liked it, kiddo," I said, pinching his nipple playfully.

"Boy did I ever," he laughed. He paused a second, and then in a more serious tone he added, "Marc, I'm really going to miss you."

"Me too, Sean," I answered. "Me too."

"Marc, are you sure that --" I cut him off.

"Shhh," I said, stroking his chest softly. "Don't ruin it. Just enjoy this moment as it is."

"Ok," he said softly. "Fair enough." And with that he remained quiet. I closed my eyes and took in the warmth that radiated from his body. I could hear his breathing begin to even out as he drifted off to sleep.

As I lay there, I began to think, and thinking is never good. It felt so right to be there with Sean, almost more right than it felt when I lay that way with Julie. I'd made love to Julie dozens of times, and there was that feeling of completeness I got laying there beside her as we both spiraled into sleep. And right now I felt the same way, only it wasn't Julie I was lying next to, it was Sean.

I suddenly felt unprecedented levels of regret. I shouldn't have done this.

I had been confident in my convictions in choosing to marry Julie. And now that confidence was all but gone as I lay in bed next to Sean. This was needlessly complicated, I thought to myself. But I couldn't push the thought out of my mind, that I was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

I also thought about getting up to finish packing, but couldn't motivate myself to get out of bed. The happiness I had been feeling had turned into an uneasy feeling in my stomach that I couldn't shake. I opened my eyes to look at Sean. He was indeed sleeping peacefully, with a smile across his lips that I hadn't seen on him in a very long time.

I was able to temporarily counteract that nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach by forcing myself to be content in the moment, just as I had asked Sean to be. I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes again. I'll get up in a few minutes to finish packing, I told myself.

But I was exhausted; from the week of partying; from the evening's sex; from the anxiety I was suddenly feeling about my whole relationship debacle. And I made up my mind to deal with it in the morning as I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

To Be Continued...

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