Corrupting a Minor

CORRUPTING A MINOR

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

CHAPTER 7

The morning after my tete-a-tete with Chatham, it took me a good forty-five minutes to stagger out of bed. I had that sickeningly sluggish marijuana "hangover" from the amount we had smoked the night before, and my body was not happy with me at all. We had ended up watching "Blade Runner" and getting more fucked up than I had hoped for. The boy turned out to be a weed fiend.

And blow job fiend. All night be kept asking me to suck him off, to which I replied I wasn't his personal suck slave and just watch the goddamned movie.

Freshmen! Give them an inch and they want the whole fucking cake.

I managed to finish my first thesis chapter, as I had hoped, by Sunday afternoon, right around the time that the rest of the campus was returning from their Thanksgiving holiday. This left me free for an I-missed-you-so-much fuck with Julie. We'd been getting along better than ever these past few months and I was seriously considering popping the question at some point. I didn't know where I was going to end up for medical school, but Julie had already miraculously landed a publishing job down in New York (we'd had a celebratory roll in the hay over that one, too). She'd interned there over the previous summer and they liked her work so much that they gave her an offer. It wasn't where she necessarily wanted to go, but the offer exploded the first week in November and no one else was willing to commit to her before then.

I didn't want to have to be dealing with all these life issues. I still wanted to be a college student and enjoy my senior year. But over the past few weeks the entire senior class had moved into Operation Get A Job mode, and people had become seriously un-fun. Steve said I wasn't stressing enough over medical school or the fact that I was about three weeks behind in my thesis, which since committing to I needed to finish in order to graduate. Talking to him about all my pressure did make me stress out so I avoided him when he wasn't drunk. And to top it off finals were only a few weeks away. All this combined with the anxiety of what to do about Julie and I when we graduated began to make me a little edgy, so the fact that my thesis advisor turned back my chapter a week later with scathing commentary put me in a very bad mood.

So what I didn't need to deal with was Sean. He, Julie and I had begun to get closer again, he seemed to be more comfortable around us, and I think he finally realized that we weren't going to attack him. The more I think about it, the more surprised I am. I'd have reported our asses to the Committee on Standards and had us expelled in a heartbeat, or even reported us to the police. Fortunately for us he didn't.

He started dating this freshman girl about a week before Thanksgiving, Leonora. She was this tall, tan, blond goddess from California. Sean's a cutie, mind you, but I don't really know how he snagged her. She looked like the type of girl who could get anything she wanted, just be wiggling her tight little ass and jiggling her ample breasts. But she was shy, as was Sean. And they seemed to hit it off really well. They'd been more or less seeing each other for a while, although I think both would have denied the fact that they were "dating."

During reading week, I was hanging out in Sean's room playing Space Invaders on his old Atari he'd brought back to school with him. We'd been hooked every since he turned the thing on. I'd forgotten how much I loved that system. Anyway, we were into the game when Chatham entered the room loudly.

He looked like he had just been working out, his shirt was drenched in sweat and his blond hair was matted to his head. He walked in front of the path of the TV and plopped down on his bed.

"Hey faggot," he called to Sean, "Get me a beer, will ya?"

I looked at Sean, as he reluctantly began to pull himself off the floor. "What the fuck?" I said. "Chatham, you're a hell of a lot closer to the fridge."

"Yeah," he belched, "But I want him to do it."

"It's alright," Sean said softly, "I'm already up." He pulled a Bud Light out of the small dorm refrigerator and handed it to Chatham.

I let it go, but there was definitely a power play thing going on in that room, and I had the nagging fear that I had somehow fucked up this poor kid's life even more. I confronted him about it that night back in Julie's room after dinner.

"So, does that fuckhead always boss you around like that?" I asked.

"He doesn't really boss me around or anything. I just don't mind doing stuff, you know?"

"No, I don't know?" Julie asked. She was intrigued. "What happened, what are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing, Chatham just asked me to get him a beer today and Marc's all wigging out."

"And he called you `faggot,'" I said.

"It's no big deal," Sean said, averting his eyes from my gaze. "He's just being his usual assholish self."

I glared at him. I knew what was up. Julie didn't. She pushed a little harder.

"Apparently," Sean said, a grimace on his face, "Chatham found out that I was fucking around with the two of you and keeps threatening to tell people that I sucked Marc's cock. Whenever he's horny and Breanna's not around he makes me get him off. And he treats me like shit most of the time. But it's really ok. The terms almost over."

Julie was shocked. "How the hell did he find that out?"

I looked at Sean uneasily, and he just kind of glared. I cleared my throat.

"Um," I said, "I think that would have been me." I told Julie the story of my night with Chatham. When I finished she slapped me in the back of the head. Very hard.

"Ow!" I cried. "What the fuck? That hurt!"

"It was supposed to hurt, you stupid git!" She hit me again. Harder. "I hope that hurt more. What in holy hell were you thinking?"

I gingerly massaged the back of my head. "I was high and horny. And he had a nice dick. You'd've gone for it too."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have mentioned Sean, you idiot!" She slapped me in the back of the head again. "Jesus, it's a wonder how you ever managed to get into this school in the first place."

"Could you stop hitting me please?"

"No." She slapped me again. "You want a go at him, Sean? I'll hold him down for you." Sean's unpleasant grimace had given way to a smile and he was laughing now.

"Don't even think about it," I said, shielding the back of my neck with my hands. Sean just laughed again.

"So what should I do about it?" Sean asked.

"I don't see why you let him bully you?" Julie asked. "I mean, if he threatens to tell people, just threaten to tell them how you found out. That ought to shut him up. And the fact that he's forcing you get him off doesn't look too good for him, either."

"But what if he decides it is worth it to tell?" I asked. "I don't need that kind of scandal. I doubt you want it either. And I'm sure Sean would rather do without it."

Julie frowned. "Oh, I hadn't thought about it that way. So I suppose we need to make sure he doesn't tell anyone. And get him to stop fucking with Sean." She stood up and pulled out some glasses and poured some sherry into them. "We are going to need to think of something." She passed the glasses around.

"What we need to do," I said, "is teach him not to mess with us. That we are smarter and better." I grinned devilishly. "This could be fun."

"What we need to do," echoed Julie, "is teach the motherfucker a lesson." She also grinned.

"Woah," Sean said, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't want to be a part of this. I mean, Chatham's an asshole, but I've seen what happens when you teach someone a lesson. I don't want to be part of that at all." Julie and I smiled sheepishly. Sean rarely mentioned the `lesson' incident, and it always made us uncomfortable. And rightly so, I suppose.

"Not like that," Julie sighed and we all chuckled. "I had something else in mind."

"I still don't want a part in it," Sean protested. "This will all blow over soon."

"No, it won't," Julie said, "and we aren't going to let it. Marc fucked you over big time and he is going to make amends. Isn't that right, Marc?"

"Woah, what do you want me do?"

And Julie told us her plan. I didn't like it. It was rather unpleasant. But t was simple. It was obvious. And it just might work. So we set our plan into motion.

We planned to strike the second to last day of exams. Sean would have already left for Christmas, and as he had said vehemently, he wanted nothing to do with this. He left for winter break to come back to either a roaring success, or a dismal failure.

Like I said, the plan was simple. We needed more evidence against Chatham than he had against us. Two strategically placed cameras on timers were all we required. Chatham's exam last exam was the date we had set. I slipped a note under his door, saying that Julie and I needed to talk to him and to swing by around nine that night.

And as I had expected, he showed up pretty much on time. He was barefoot and wearing a rumpled T-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a backwards baseball cap. He'd thankfully shaved his goatee, I'm guessing because his mother would be unpleased when he went home for Christmas.

"What do you guys want?" he demanded when I opened the door. "I'm in the middle of packing tonight, I'm catching an early train tomorrow."

I smiled. "Julie and I just finished our exams, and we were bored so we thought we might take you up on your proposition." He looked confused. I was of course referring to when he asked if he could fool around with the two of us sometime. It took him a minute to realize what I was talking about. Then it dawned on him.

"Oh, that proposition!" He furtively looked over his shoulders. "You mean right now?"

Julie shrugged. "Sure. You up for it? Because if you're not we sure as hell don't need you here."

"Yeah, I'm up for it." I nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Well then get the hell in here," I said, "and get your goddamn clothes off."

Chatham quickly hurried into the room and closed the door behind him. He took off his hat and peeled his shirt off, tossing it aside and revealing his chiseled, hairy chest. This boy was wasting no time. Julie moved up to him and began to kneed his pecs and squeeze his nipples. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Very nice."

I moved behind him and pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and started to unbutton Julie's blouse. I glanced at my watch. We had time. I ran my hands down his muscled, hairless back, and crouched down, pressing my face into his tight, round asshole. The hair that covered it tickled my nose and I took a whiff. Thank God he had cleaned recently, if I had to taste shit I was not going to be a happy camper. But I will admit that he was pretty hot and I was popping a boner just thinking about what we were going to be doing.

Chatham had managed to get Julie's blouse and bra off and I could see he had grasped her beautiful round breasts in his hands and was massaging them around in a circle and tweaking her nipples as she had done to him. She'd moved her hands down the light trail of hair to his naval and cupped his low hanging balls in one hand. With the other she was stroking his long shaft to attention. Not that it needed much coaxing.

I felt his whole body shiver as I flicked my tongue in and out of his tight ass hole. He let out a slight moan as Julie continued to jerk him off. She planted a few soft kisses on his chest, then whispered in a low voice, "Let's move to the bed." She took him by the dick and led him over to the bed. I stood up and started to remove my clothes. I glanced at my watch again. Ok, now she was going to have to hurry.

I watched as Julie lay him on the bed, his head on the pillow, his legs spread wide. I panicked all of a sudden. I forgot to turn on the radio, we needed noise. I quickly turned on a CD. It was Madonna and Chatham cringed. "Ugh, turn this crap off," he said.

"No, don't," Julie countered. "It turns me on. And trust me, you want me turned on as much as possible." Chatham squirmed. I sat down at the desk and watched, stroking my own growing hard-on. I looked at my watch again and nodded slightly to Julie. She saw my cue and instantly galvanized. "He we go big boy!" she cried and immediately went down on him.

She was giving his shaft a great work over, her mouth skillfully sucking up and down, while she massaged his nuts. He was moaning and writhing underneath. He put his hands on her head and started to buck up, thrusting his meat into her mouth. Her hair fell gingerly over her face so really all I could see was a bobbing mass of hair. I heard a click. Right on time.

"Oh, fuck that's awesome, Julie!" Chatham moaned. "Yeah baby, suck my dick.

Take it all!" I hated the way he was talking to her, but at the same time seeing this boy that I pretty much despised use my girlfriend was quite a turn on. I heard a second click. I'm sure Chatham couldn't hear it over the music, not if he wasn't listening for it.

"Hey, Chatham, you want to fuck her?" I asked.

He looked in my direction and smirked. "Yeah, can I?"

"Well don't look at me, ask her." He lifted his head and looked down at Julie. She raised her face off his dripping cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked seductively into his eyes.

"I'd love to have your huge dick up my cunt, baby." Then she growled a primal growl. Chatham shifted in anticipation. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, tossing it to Chatham.

"Here," I said. "Wrap your willy. We have no idea where that thing's been."

Chatham caught the condom and tore open the package deftly. "Oh, I think you know where it's been," he laughed. I just rolled my eyes. He laughed again and slid the condom down his prick. It was ribbed, just the way Julie liked it. She pulled off her pants and panties and crawled up towards his midsection. She squatted over Chatham's pulsing meat and slowly slid down, impaling herself on his hot rod. She let out a small groan as he entered her. She then began to ride his cock like there was no tomorrow. Bucking up and down, the whole bed shook and creaked.

Click. Bingo.

She rode him harder and faster. He reached up and grabbed her breasts as she trust her head back and moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. He raised his hips up to meet each one of her downward thrusts. Either she was really good at faking it or he was really good, because she was crying out with a look of sheer bliss with each thrust.

"Yeah, baby, take my cock, you cheap whore!" Chatham cried. "Marc, are you watching me fuck your girlfriend? Is it getting you all hot to have a real man plowing her pussy? Huh? Oh God yes!" Click. Alright, that was it for that roll. Hopefully it was enough.

"Yeah, it's getting me hot," I said. And it really was, that wasn't just an act. "But I need to get off now, and you're just the cocksucker to do it."

"No way, man! I don't suck dick."

I climbed over and straddled his chest, Julie still bouncing up and down on his prick. My cock was oozing precum and it slapped him in the chin as I positioned myself. "Look, you're fucking my girlfriend, I sucked your cock once. You fucking owe me." I reached down and grabbed his ears, pulling his head up and poking his lips with my cockhead.

"Open your mouth," I said. He shook his head. "I said, open your mouth!" He shook his head again. Julie stopped bouncing and stood up.

"Open your goddamn mouth, you fucker, or you're not getting any more of me!" she cried.

Chatham looked shocked. But unbelievably, he slowly opened his mouth. My cock slid right in, not too far, I didn't want to gag him. Julie repositioned herself and recommenced fucking Chatham.

I started to give him instructions on how to suck, and he did a damn fine job. I swirled his tongue around the tip, teasing my piss slit, licking up and down the shaft, and lapping up the precum that was now flowing copiously. I glanced at my watch again. Any second now. Click. I smiled.

Chatham continued his oral ministrations and I didn't think I was going to last much longer. Julie told him to reach around and play with my ass. He obliged almost immediately, sticking his finger up my hole and massaging around inside. It was absolutely wonderful how I was making this massive football player suck my cock and play with my chute. He never did find my prostate, but it didn't matter. The power play was turn on enough.

It was almost time for the next camera shot. I needed to time this perfectly. He was getting me close but he was not as good as I had hoped. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and vigorously jerked myself off, every now and then my cockhead slapping against his face. All of a sudden I felt him tense up beneath my legs and pull his finger out of my asshole. He let out a loud cry of "OH GOD YES!" and started to twitch violently, shooting his load into the condom and into my girlfriend's dripping twat. At the same time I heard Julie scream as she also began to orgasm. And I knew what that sounded like, she wasn't faking this one. I was sure of that. Damn him, he got her off really well.

But that was enough for me. Him cumming into Julie and her response shot me over the edge. I felt my balls tense up as the waves of orgasm came crashing over me. I shot all over Chatham's face. Cum splattered in his eyes, his hair, on his cheek, even into his gaping mouth. Load after load I dumped onto his face and into his mouth. And I heard another click. That's a wrap, I thought.

As my breathing slowed back to normal, I slid off Chatham and lay next to his hulking body. Julie, her hole still stuffed with Chatham's big cock, collapsed onto his chest. The man himself just lay there, panting, and absent-mindedly lapping at the cum all over his face.

"Man, that was fucking amazing," Chatham said in admiration. "You guys are hot. That's the best pussy I've ever had. Shit, I wish I could get that more often."

"Well," I answered, "This is a one shot deal." He shrugged, still panting heavily. "I do suppose, that it's only common courtesy that we clean the guest up," I said to Julie. She nodded in agreement.

We both moved our faces towards Chatham's and began to lick up the cum that was starting to dry to his face. I licked his eyes and cheeks, lapping up my own cum and Chatham's sweat. Julie took his lips and neck and chin, planting kisses on his mouth every so often. When he was good and clean we all lay down in a heap.

After a few moments, Julie shifted. She sat up and smiled at Chatham, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. "Ooh, it feels as though someone is ready to go again!" she said, wiggling around on Chatham's cock. He must have gotten hard again, and he was still inside her. "What do you say, Marc?" What the fuck, I shrugged.

We both slid down and spread Chatham's legs. He moaned in anticipation. I pulled the condom off his now rock hard prick, leaving it slimy with cum and lube. Julie started to lick the cum off his shaft, as I fingered and tongued his hairy balls. I took first one, then the other, in my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. It drove him nuts! Julie, meanwhile, was working up and down his sticky cock, teasing his cockhead and massaging the lower half of his dick with her soft hands.

I continued to suck his balls, taking both of them into my mouth at once. Chatham cried out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to come again! Oh fuck yes, here it comes!" Julie pulled off and jerked him as he shot another load onto his chest. He got one good one to hit right below his pecs, two more hit his belly button, and the rest just sort of dribbled out into his pubes.

Julie and I had our second meal of creamy boy juice as we cleaned him up a second time. He lay there spent. As we sat up I gave Julie a quick kiss on the lips. Then I smacked Chatham on the hip lightly a few times. "Ok, big guy. Fun's over. It's been great, but you've got to pack remember."

"Can't we go once more?" he asked.

"Nope, we're tired," said Julie. She stood up and tossed him his pants and shirt. He slowly pulled his pants on. "You do have a great dick, though," she said. He smiled, proudly.

"And you're also one hell of a cocksucker," I followed. He stopped smiling.

Julie and I laughed. Chatham put his shirt back on and stalked towards the door.

"What, no thanks?" Julie said.

Chatham grinned. "Thanks," he said. "You guys really were a lot of fun. Now I know why Sean liked you so much." He left the room and closed the door behind him.

Julie and I sat in silence, naked, taking stock of the situation. This had been much different than with Sean. It felt much dirtier. It wasn't out of love or lust but out of revenge. But somehow that seemed really OK.

"How ya feeling?" I asked.

"Horny. Damn, Marc, he was hot. Really hot. No offense, but he was really good."

"None taken. You, uh, have a little cum on the corner of your mouth." She laughed.

I crawled over and licked it off. Then I kissed her. Deeply and passionately. She reached around and pulled me towards her. She fell back onto the bed and I entered her, slowly and gently. We lay there, entwined, kissing and petting and trusting. And I realized something. I realized for the first time, all the times we'd had sex, all the times we'd sucked and fucked, that it had never been this good. And I could see it in Julie's eyes as well. This time was different. We could fool around with Sean, or with Chatham. And that was hot. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter that Chatham was the best sex she'd ever had and probably ever would have. That's all it was. Sex. For the very first time since we'd been together, Julie and I were not having sex. For the first time, Julie and I were making love. And it felt great. It was something I'd never felt before. I wasn't just in her, I was a part of her. And she was a part of me.

And I had the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

And I realized I was in love.

It took a calculated seduction to cover up an entire term of torrid sex and indiscretions and a sordid plot to fuck over a major prick of a freshman, but I finally new that I was 100% head over heals in love with Julie. And I whispered "I love you" in her ear as we drifted off to sleep. And for the first time I meant it.

The next morning we woke up early. I kissed Julie good morning, and I went out to get the film developed. I was giddy with excitement. I was like a schoolboy with his first crush. But I didn't have time to explore these new feelings just yet. We had a life to ruin. I took the film to a one hour photo place, and grabbed Julie and I some breakfast from Dunkin' Donuts. I picked up the film after our coffee and bagels and we knocked on Chatham's door.

He opened it, and smiled the grin of boy on Christmas. "I wasn't expecting you guys to be back for more so soon. I really don't have time, I've got to catch a train in a few."

"We're not here for more," Julie said coolly. "We're dropping of Sean's Christmas present."

"Dude, he fucking left like two days ago."

"Oh, we know. But we thought you might want to take a peak at it first. You see, we found out recently that you've been fucking with Sean, making him do certain things for you."

Chatham laughed nervously. "Yeah, but dude it's cool. I don't think the little shit minds. And you know I'd never really say anything. I'm just playing, ya know?"

"No, it's not really all that cool." I opened up one of the packets of film. "You see, we want you to stop fucking around with Sean and apologize.

Or . . ."

"Or what?"

"Or this one goes to your girlfriend." I tossed him a picture. His whole body was clearly framed. It was dark but you could make out his face clearly. You could also make out Julie giving him quite the blow job. Only you couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way. But it was clearly not Breanna.

Chatham looked at the picture in horror as his eyes widened. "What the--"

"Oh, and this one too." I tossed him another picture. This one was of him being ridden wildly by Julie, only her head was cut off. "I'm sure Breanna will love these."

"You fucker!" he cried, and tore up the picture.

"Oh, we've got many more copies, plus the negatives, big guy," I said. "You can't win."

"What else do you have in there, Marc?" Julie asked with mock innocence.

I pulled out another picture. "Oh, look at this one. I think this one should go to the football team, don't you?" Chatham grabbed it out of my hand. It was from the second camera and showed clearly his face with my dick in his mouth, of course my upper body conveniently cut off.

"Oh, and look at this one!" I cooed. "I think this one should go to your mother." It was Chatham's cum-covered face, tongue lapping at his lips.

"What do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Lay off your roommate," I said. "And maybe you should suck him off every now and then. You seem to be good at it." Chatham raised his fist angrily.

"Ah ah ah," I scolded. "Violence never solves anything." He lowered his fist.

We smiled and walked off. "Have a merry Christmas!" Julie called over her shoulder and I looked back to see Chatham scowling. Oh, it was going to be a merry Christmas indeed.

I put my arm around Julie's waist and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I love you, honey," I said.

"I love you, too." She gave me a kiss back. I couldn't wait to tell her how I felt. I couldn't wait to tell Sean his problems were solved.

Yes, this was definitely going to be a very merry Christmas.

Oh, it's not over yet, ladies and gents. Thanks so much for all the feedback and encouragement. And I hope you continue to read. Again comments and critiques are always welcomed.

Marc P. miniegg69@hotmail.com