MINOR CORRUPTIONS: Sean's Story
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
The following story contains acts of a sexual nature between consenting adults. If you are offended by heterosexual and/or homosexual acts, by all means continue reading; just be prepared to be offended.
This story is a continuation of my first work, "Corrupting a Minor." It is not necessary to have read the first, but I highly recommend it, and that's not just because I'm the author.
CHAPTER 1:
"So, are you boys even old enough to be in here?" the taller brunette asked, pulling up a chair and clunking her beer bottle down on the wobbly wooden table. She was wearing too much eye-shadow and was a little on the chunky side. Her friend wasn't too bad, though. She was shorter, slimmer and blonde. Her eyes were big and brown and reminded me a lot of a fair-haired Julie. I'd put both women around their mid-twenties, if that, but I'd never been good at guessing ages.
"Our IDs say we are," said Chatham smugly, laughing as he took a swig of his own beer. The blonde sat down and smiled at me. I forced a smile back. I really didn't want to be there, but Chatham was calling the shots. Not like it was any different than when we were in school.
"Well you're legal, I hope," the brunette said and gave Chatham a wink. I tried not to vomit. It was getting late and we still didn't have a motel, and the last place I wanted to be was this dive of a bar. Chatham kept telling me to let him handle it, but I didn't necessarily trust him. I just wasn't in the mood to think today. Too much had happened in the past 24 hours and I was attempting, somewhat in vain, to wallow in my own self-pity.
"Oh, we're legal," Chatham replied. Then he smirked again. "Just barely."
"You guys from around here?" the blonde asked. She shifted in her chair, her small perky breasts shaking ever so slightly. It looked as if she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were about the same size as Julie's were, only Julie usually did wear something to keep them in, even though she probably didn't need to. "Hey, kid, like whatcha see?" the blonde said to me suddenly, and I realized I'd been staring at her breasts.
I mumbled an apology and quickly averted my eyes.
"So," the brunette said, "we asked if you were from around here." 'Here' was a small town off the highway right outside of Buffalo. I think. We had gotten a late start this morning and had originally wanted to get as far as Ohio. But Chatham couldn't get his ass in gear. I swear he's worse than a woman sometimes. We'd had a lot of difficulties living together as roommates over the year, but we'd actually become pretty good friends in the last two months of college, much to the surprise of many of our friends. And now we were going to be spending the summer together. I wondered briefly if this was going to be a mistake.
"Nope," Chatham answered. "Just passing through."
"Where ya headed?" the blonde asked, giving my knee a squeeze. I cringed at the touch. I was not in the mood for this. I just wanted to go to sleep.
"Colorado. Me and Sean here have a little summer job caddying at his daddy's golf course in Colorado Springs." It wasn't really my father's course. He just managed it. But Chatham was trying to lay on whatever charm he had, and I guess he was trying to impress these cheap whores or something. I wanted no part of it. I just sipped my beer quietly and let him continue.
"Well isn't that adorable?" the brunette answered. "Are you college boys?"
"Yup," said Chatham. "Just finished our first year."
"Ooh," the brunette cooed. "Where d'ya go?" Chatham told her and she didn't seem impressed. Typical response. Most people wouldn't know a great school if jumped up and bit them in the ass. I suppose if we'd gone to Harvard or Yale they'd understand, but somehow I even doubted that. They quickly brushed over the whole college thing and went on to introductions.
"Anyway," the brunette said, "my name's Cheryl."
"And I'm Kelley," the blonde said. "With an E-Y." And then she giggled.
"Of course it is," I muttered under my breath and thank God she didn't hear me. I stared down at my beer and just wished they would all go away.
"My name's Chatham," my roommate told the ladies.
"And what's your name, cutie?" Kelley asked, giving my leg a squeeze again, this time higher up on my thigh.
"Sean," I answered softly.
"Don't say much, do ya, Sean?" she answered.
"Aw, don't worry about him," Chatham said. "He just had his heart ripped from his chest, stomped on by a pack of elephants, chewed up by a hyena and spit onto a pile of manure." That was a little more descriptive than I'd ever heard Chatham be before; he must've been planning that one for hours, waiting for the right opportunity to use it. And that actually scared me slightly.
"Damn college bitches!" Cheryl said in somewhat mock sympathy. "She left you for an older man, didn't she? That's the way it always is."
"She went off and got engaged," Chatham replied. "But that's not what's bothering him. He really had a thing for her boyfriend." That caused me to blush uncontrollably. I didn't mind him talking to these tramps, but I sure as hell didn't want him bringing up my screwed up personal life. Cheryl and Kelley chuckled softly.
"Shut up, Chatham," I hissed. He ignored me.
"So you're a homo-sexual then?" Cheryl asked, with a little too much emphasis on the 'homo.' She said it like it was some kind of curious new disease.
"Of course," Chatham continued, ignoring her, "I don't think he minded the sex with her all that much. I heard she gave good head."
Kelley's mouth dropped. "You slept with both of them?"
"Mostly at the same time, too," Chatham said, his grin getting larger by the second. "Ain't that right, Sean?" I glared at him, hateful, vicious daggers. He ignored them. "Although Marc gave pretty good head, too, didn't he? Who'd ya say was better, huh? Julie or Marc?"
That was it. "I don't know, Chatham," I spat. "Why don't you tell me?" The smile froze on his face and he turned stark white. The girls giggled. But I have to say he recovered quite nicely.
"Definitely Julie," he answered, then quickly filling in: "But that's besides the point. We need to cheer my buddy up a bit. D'you ladies know where we can find some action around here?"
"That depends," said Kelley, grinning, "on how badly he needs to be cheered up." Ah, I could see we were getting into her territory now.
"Well, Marc dumped his ass yesterday, so I'd say pretty badly," Chatham answered.
Kelley put her hand on my thigh and massaged it tenderly. "I think I got just the thing." She looked at me seductively, and licked her lips. At that moment in the dim light, and even in my thoroughly foul mood, I found her desirable. "Finish your beers and follow us." With that she gave my package a squeeze and she and Cheryl leaped out of their chairs and bounded towards the door.
Chatham and I stared at each other for a moment, and after what might have been too delayed a reaction, we downed the remainder of our beers, slapped some cash on the table, and tore after them.
The ladies took us back to their apartment. It was dingy and cluttered and in a, for lack of a better term, shitty neighborhood. There were two battered, stained couches kitty-corner to one another, facing an old 13 inch TV with a rabbit-eared antenna, and a formica coffee table that was propped up with some old Playgirl magazines. Oh, these were high-class women alright.
Not that we got much time to appreciate much of the d‚cor, or much or the rest of the apartment for that matter. In seconds Kelley with an E-Y had me pinned on my back onto the couch and her tongue down my throat. I guess I can admit it wasn't all that bad. She wasn't a great kisser but she wasn't horrible either. I put my hand on her cheek and gently eased her off to signal I wanted her to be a little less aggressive. She took the hint and began to softly nibble on my bottom lip, which got me into the mood. It's amazing how quickly the prospect of sex can cheer one up.
She untucked my shirt with a swift tug and ran her hands across my belly softly. I moaned slightly as she continued to suck on my lips. She moved her oral attentions lower, to my chin, and then to my neck, sucking lightly on the crook. I moaned again as she snaked her hand up my chest and found my left nipple, giving it a pinch. Involuntarily I pressed my now hardening cock against her crotch, inviting her to go even further. It had been less than 48 hours since my last passionate fuck-fest with Marc, but apparently I was horny for more.
Kelley didn't waste any time. In an instant she had yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it over the back of the couch. She sat up, and in doing so pressed harder on my crotch, which made my dick twitch with anticipation. She looked down at my smooth, tan chest admiringly, taking in my tight, lithe body.
"Mmmm," she mumbled, "nice. Very fucking nice." She tweaked my nipples again, this time both of them and I just closed my eyes and let her take over, not like I'd had any control to begin with. If I had wanted to stop and think about it, in my recent sexual history I had never really had any control. A little bit with my ex-girlfriend Leonora, but we'd never had actual sex. I was never in control with Julie. The one time Julie and I tied Marc down I'd had some control, but Julie had orchestrated the entire thing. And I don't even want to get into Marc's domination.
But I didn't want to stop and think about it. My teenaged cock was begging for release.
My eyes still closed, Kelley kissed her way down my neck and chest. She let her lips and tongue graze every so slightly over my right nipple. She didn't pay it any mind however, because she was quickly kissing her way down to my stomach. Lightly she flicked her tongue into my belly button which made me giggle. "Oh, the baby boy is ticklish, is he?" she cooed. Baby boy? I thought. Whatever, if it turned her on.
I felt Kelley's hands on my belt buckle and with little effort my jeans were undone and she was yanking them, and my boxers, down around my knees. The tip of my cock caught on the waistband of my shorts and slapped against my belly when it popped free. I could feel that it was already wet from my pre-cum. Kelley giggled slightly and cooed again at my slender, seven inch penis, which at this point was harder than a fucking diamond. She lowered her face towards it and I decided to take some control. I laced my fingers through her thick, blonde locks, and guided her closer to my cock. She grabbed the base with one hand and expertly slide the tip between her lips.
Oh goddamn, could she suck! With just the right amount of pressure she slid her mouth up and down, flicking my piss-slit every time she reached the top. With her hand she was firmly, but gently stroking me simultaneously with her sucking. I thought I was going to explode from the sensation when she pulled off, letting my cock slap back down against my stomach.
She sat up and smiled at me. She really was quite pretty, now that my mind was off of my horribly failed romance (if you could have called my relationship with Marc a romance.) "You like that?" she asked, seductively.
I nodded as a wry smile crept slowly across my face. "Yes, I did," I whispered, huskily. "Very much."
"Then you're going to love this." She pulled off her blouse in one swift motion, tossing it in a similar direction that my shirt had taken earlier. I had been right, she was not wearing a bra and I got to see her perky breasts up close. They were beautiful, just the right size, with quarter-sized nipples, dark and pink and hard and just begging to be suckled. I didn't get the opportunity, though, because without really standing up she was able to shuck her jeans and panties, a feat that I'm still not sure how she accomplished.
"You ready for the ride of your life?" she asked. I was too stunned to answer, staring at her neatly trimmed bush and wondering, for a brief moment, what she tasted like. I guess she took my failure to answer as consent because in a moment she was squatting over me and lowering herself onto my cock. She reached under and grabbed my shaft, guiding me in. It had been awhile since I'd fucked a woman and I forgot how warm and inviting pussy could be. Kelley's pussy was not as tight as Julie's had been, but I soon discovered she knew how to use it.
We soon fell into a rapid rhythm of her bouncing up and down on my cock and me thrusting my hips upward to meet her. With every downward motion on her part I felt her muscles tightening around my cock as if she were trying to milk all the cream out of it. And fuck, was she loud. I could barely hear the squeaks of the old, crumbling couch beneath us over her oohs and ahhs and ohmygods! At one point I reached up with both hands and took those tiny, perky breasts, one in each one, and squeezed and needed and tweaked and probed. And it drove her wild. She was bucking, and groaning, and writhing as she rode my cock into the sunset.
I heard a slap and a squeal and looked over in the direction of the other couch. Cheryl and Chatham were both fully naked and Cheryl was on all fours on the couch with Chatham behind her, plowing her cunt with his dick. They were going fast and furious and I was amazed because I'd never seen my roommate in action before. He'd made my suck him on occasion but I never saw him fucking. Cheryl had her face buried in one of the couch pillows which was not doing a very good job of muffling her moaning and squealing and Chatham had begun to really get into it, calling her his dirty cunt and other such nasty names. I have to admit, seeing his large, hulking body fucking this random chick we'd picked up in a bar was getting me hot, and very close to coming.
I felt my breath quicken and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer. "Oh God, Kelley," I moaned between pants. "You're so fucking hot. I think I'm gonna come." I hastened my thrusting, but she stopped bouncing. I tried to keep it up but she gently removed my hands from her breasts and made me stop fucking her. She climbed off me, sitting back on my thighs, leaving my cock throbbing and dripping from her cuntjuices.
"Why did you stop?" I whined. I didn't want to whine, but I had to get off and this was killing me.
She ignored me and called over to her friend. "Hey, Cher, I got an idea. How about we watch the boys go at it for a bit."
Cheryl's head popped up at that. "Oh, yeah, that sounds fucking great!" she said through heavy breathing since Chatham was still plowing her from behind.
"How about it boys?" Kelley asked.
"I don't really want to," I said, and it was the truth. I knew that I was going to have to either suck Chatham or let him fuck me. There was going to be no two ways about it.
"I do," grunted Chatham. "But in a second, I'm really close."
"No, we want to see it right now," said Cheryl and she thrust backwards so hard that Chatham lost his balance and fell on his ass, his dick sliding out of her cunt with a soft pop.
"So what should we do?" I asked.
"Well," said Kelley, "you boys have done this before. You tell us."
"Only thing we've ever done is Sean's sucked my dick," said Chatham. I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly shot me a vicious glance. I was just going to mention the time that Marc and I plowed his helpless football jock ass, but I stayed silent.
"So why don't you suck your buddy's dick?" Cheryl said to me.
Christ, I didn't fucking want this. "I'm not really in the mood," I said blandly.
"It'll really turn me and Cheryl on," Kelley said, seductively.
"Come on, Sean, you know you want it." Chatham had moved into a seated position on the couch, his legs spread wide, and his rather large penis pointing straight up and glistening slightly in the faint light from Cheryl's juices. He gave it a few quick tugs and wagged it in my direction. I looked back and forth from the faces of my roommate to the two women, confused as hell. I wanted it, I wanted to suck him badly. But it wasn't Chatham I wanted to suck. It was Marc.
Something took over. Was it lust or just horniness? I couldn't say. But I climbed off the couch, shucked my pants and boxers and crawled across the floor, the dirty carpet scraping my hands and knees, until I was between Chatham's legs just inches from his dripping cock. Gently, much more gently than I'd ever known him to be, he placed his hands on the sides of my head and slowly guided me towards his penis.
Softly I pressed my pursed lips to his cockhead and he shuttered. I could taste a mixture of his sweet pre-cum and Cheryl's tangy cuntjuice and knew instantly that something felt very wrong. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Marc sitting in front of me and immediately I was overcome with desire. I started to lick and suck on Chatham's tool as if it were the last bit of sustenance on earth. Voraciously I bobbed up and down, taking his cock as far down my throat as I could without gagging. I could hear him moaning.
"Oh, that's fucking HOT!" I heard Kelley exclaim.
"Yeah," Cheryl agreed. "Look at the way his tight little ass is wiggling."
"Or the way his cock's twitching. I think the boy likes it! And speaking of cock, he's got a great one. You should take a taste, Cher."
All of a sudden I felt Cheryl's warm mouth wrap around my cock and it almost exploded right there. I can only assume she was laying beneath me because she reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me downward. My cock slid further into her mouth and my back was arched in a rather uncomfortable position. I needed to clutch onto Chatham's thighs to keep sucking him. I found a rhythm of going down on my roommate and thrusting my cock in and out of Cheryl's mouth.
We were going real good until I felt Cheryl moan around my cock, sending vibrations up the shaft. At the same time I heard Chatham cry "Oh my god, Sean, look at that!" I lifted my head up and craned my neck around to see what he was so excited about. Cheryl was lying on her back, her full breasts erect with ecstasy, her head buried underneath me, her legs spread wide. Kelley's face, however, was buried in her friend's crotch, eating her out. My eyes popped out in amazement. This was the first time, other than in porn, that I'd seen two women go at it. It definitely got me hotter, if that was at all possible.
But I didn't get to revel in the chick-on-chick action for very long. Almost immediately after I'd stopped sucking Chatham's dick, he grabbed my head and yanked it back around. "Don't stop," he moaned breathlessly. "I'm so fucking close." I recommenced my sucking, concentrating on his sensitive cockhead. Despite my initial reservations, I was enjoying myself. Chatham began feverishly jacking the base of his cock, and the pace of his breathing quickened.
"Oh FUCK!" he cried, and his dick began to twitch. He held my head down with his free hand and soon I was feeling his cum splashing into my mouth. His creamy avalanche of sperm hit the back of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. The sensation of feeling the thick, salty cum sliding down my throat, combined with Cheryl's expert tongue-work soon had me shooting my own load. My legs became week as I came, and I nearly collapsed onto the ground. I managed to keep myself up, and as I pulled off of Chatham's softening cock, I removed myself from Cheryl's mouth and fell supine on the floor, panting.
I could now hear Cheryl's moans and grunts as Kelley continued to lick her clit. Her mouth no longer constrained by my dick, she was free to vocalize her enjoyment. And vocalize she did! "Oh, yeah girl," she moaned, "right there, lick me good. Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, Oh my GOD!!" I raised my head to see what was going on. Cheryl had her head thrown back, and she was clawing at the carpet while her whole body convulsed and twitched. She was pumping her legs in like a vise and I thought for a brief moment she was going to squeeze Kelley's head like a melon. She came for minutes, shrieking and swearing at the top of her lungs. When she finally settled down to a steady, heavy breathing pattern, Kelley came up, wiping her mouth with the back of her forearm. She just grinned at me and winked.
"You like that, kid?" she asked me. I propped myself up on my elbows and nodded, meekly. "Thought so. You know, I still need to get off." She crawled over between my legs. "Ready for more?" She gave my cock a quick lick, which I noticed had gotten hard again from watching her chow down on her friend. She looked up at Chatham.
"Looks like you can use another round, too, eh big boy?" she asked. Chatham just grinned. She looked back to me. "So, did you swallow your friend's spooge?" I nodded. "Did it taste good?" I blushed uncontrollably. I didn't like being put on display, especially not like this. She smiled again. "I bet it did."
She paused, frowned, looked back and forth from the two of us, and said, "well, it looks like you both are going to need some help, and I'm tired and I think Cheryl's out of commission for awhile." She indicated her friend, who was lying, panting, on her back, eyes closed and totally oblivious to the rest of the world.
"Well," Kelley started, "I got me an idea. Do you think you boys can share?" We both looked at her a bit puzzled. Yet my confusion didn't last long. She quickly instructed me to lie back down, which I did. Soon she had Chatham off the couch and sitting down on my thighs and I almost immediately knew what she had in mind. And let me tell you I nearly blew my load right there.
Chatham leaned back and scooted his butt as close as he could to mine, pressing the underside of our shafts together. Kelley wrapped her hand around them and applied some pressure. Chatham's dick felt warm and sleek against my own rock- hard prick and again I nearly creamed when Kelley gave both tools a few soft strokes.
"My God, Kelley," I heard Cheryl cry, "you're not seriously going to take them both at once! There's no fucking way!"
"Oh, don't you worry about that," she answered and, facing me with her back to Chatham, squatted over our cocks. She held the tips as close together as she could as she lowered herself down. She let out a soft moan as I felt the head of my dick slowly enter her, the folds of her pussy were warm and moist and the tightness as she slid us further in was tighter than any pussy I'd ever had.
I could feel Chatham's own cock rubbing against mine as Kelley lowered herself down until she was resting on our thighs.
She looked down at me and winked. "Ready, boys?" she asked coyly. I nodded meekly as I heard Chatham give his consent from the other side. "Ok," she said. "Here goes." And with that she slowly started to ride our cocks. In deliberate rhythm she slide up and down, her folds tickling our cockheads as she almost pulled entirely off, and then sitting down hard, thrusting us back into the moistness of her cunt.
Chatham started to thrust his hips upwards to meet her and I soon realized that if I went in the opposite direction, our dicks would rub together, adding even more unbelievable pleasure to the situation. We were all panting heavily now, and I knew that I was going to shoot my wad really soon. Kelley bucked up and down faster as her breathing rate increased and she started to moan and groan about how fucking wonderful our dicks were and how she was about to come. Chatham was staying uncharacteristically quiet, I think because he was experiencing sensory overload.
With one hard thrust, Kelley let out a shriek that I swore should have woken up the neighbors, and she began to convulse. The spasms of her orgasm were intense, and they milked at our cocks. Chatham continued to fuck her, sliding his dick back and forth against my own, and soon his spasming dick was adding even more ecstasy to an amazing fuck and I couldn't last anymore.
I grabbed onto Kelley's thighs and dug my fingernails into her flesh as my own orgasm boiled inside my balls, and I cried out in pleasure as my load mixed with Chatham's and Kelley's cum. I shot as if I hadn't come in months. The orgasm swept over my entire body and my legs rubbed against Chatham's while my whole body twitched and convulsed. I thought my head was going to explode.
As I was coming down off of my high, Kelley had a second orgasm which caused her to collapse forward onto my chest, her breasts pressing against my sweaty, sticky skin. We lay in a heap, trying to recover.
I heard a cry of excitement come from above me, and I looked upwards. Cheryl was sitting on the couch, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and she was driving three of her fingers deep into her pussy as she had her second orgasm of the night. When she finished she wiped her hand clean on the couch and stared in our direction. "That was one amazing show, guys. One fucking amazing show."
I couldn't say anything in response, I was too numb.
I must have dozed for awhile because I opened my eyes and the girls were no where to be seen and Chatham was re-clothed and curled up on one of the couches. I stumbled my way into the bathroom, cleaned myself off a bit and, finding my clothes, laid down on the other couch and drifted off into a well rested sleep.
Early the next morning we thanked the girls for their hospitality. They cooked us breakfast which we ate as quickly as we could and by nine o'clock we were on the road heading west again. We drove in silence for a half hour or so, until Chatham spoke.
"So, Sean," he said, a large grin slowly creeping across his face, "I told you I'd take care of the sleeping arrangements. Now wasn't that cheaper and better than staying in some shitty motel?"
"Cheap would have definitely been how I'd've described it," I answered and we both laughed heartily.
Chatham slapped my thigh. "This is definitely going to be one hell of a summer, buddy, one hell of a summer..."
To Be Continued...
All questions, comments, and suggestions are welcomed. I encourage all kinds of feedback. I'd love to hear if you want to know more of what Sean does with his new sexual enlightenment and how he deals with life after Marc and Julie.
Marc miniegg69@hotmail.com