Corrupting a Minor

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.

When we last left our hero, he had just been dumped by the guy he was sleeping with and while traveling to Colorado where he and his roommate were going to be spending the summer caddying at his father's golf course, his roommate tries to cheer him up by finding two random women in a bar to have mad, passionate, animalistic sex with...

CHAPTER 2:

"Did you sleep well enough, Eugene?" my mother asked Chatham. "That pull-out can be uncomfortable sometimes but unfortunately it's the best we have to offer."

"No, ma'am," Chatham replied, through a mouthful of pancakes. "I slept just fine, thanks."

I don't know what was sketching me out more; the fact that my mother kept referring to Chatham by his first name, or that Chatham was being uncharacteristically polite. I'd never seen him around adults before, since we'd never had any classes together. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. Plus, it was ridiculously early in the morning and if there was one thing my first year of college taught me it was the joys of caffeine.

"So, what time do you boys have to be out at the course?" my mother asked.

"Five forty-five," my father answered gruffly, not looking up from his paper. "And you'd better not be late. Especially Eugene, he needs to learn the ropes. Noakes is not a man to mess with, I told you that."

"Yeah, yeah, Dad," I muttered, and stifled a yawn. "We'll be on time."

My father neatly folded his newspaper and glared at me. "Then don't you think you should be going? I don't want you driving too fast to get there."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered again. "We're leaving." I downed my coffee in one gulp and stood. "C'mon, Chath, let's get out of here." Chatham finished off his juice and bounded up, a little too energetically for my taste, and in a few minutes we were driving to the golf course in his car.

Chatham and I pulled into the parking lot at precisely 5:44am and jogged in from the car to report for duty. Chatham was giddy with anticipation and I had no idea why. He was not a morning person, although I guess he figured caddying would be a good way to keep in

shape and make money for the summer. And indeed it was. I'd done it every year since I was fifteen and every summer I got a great tan and managed to stash away a bit of money. Well, anything I didn't end up blowing on comic books or my dirt bike.

Chatham was ushered off to explain the time cards, job requirements, etc. Mr. Noakes, this prissy little British man, was apparently a little peeved that my father had hired Chatham without his consent, and considered it bad enough that I got to work there, let alone a friend of mine with no caddying experience whatsoever. Dad told Chatham and me not to let him get to us.

While I was standing around waiting for the first tee-off and trying to wake my sorry ass up, the world went dark as two hands reached around from behind me, clamping over my eyes. "Guess who!" a cheerful voice chirped into my ear.

I sighed, disgusted. "Get the fuck off me, Chatham, it's too fucking early in the morning to deal with your shit."

The hands drop and I turned around. "Who's Chatham?" I found myself staring at a young man, his smooth skin tanned and freckly, his sun-bleached blond hair cropped short, and his vibrant blue eyes betraying a mild confusion.

"Uh, Chatham's a friend of mine who works here, too," I answered, also a bit confused. He looked very familiar. "And you are..?"

His confusion turned to amusement as he grinned, flashing me a perfect set of crisp white teeth. "You don't remember me, do you, ya little shit?"

I stared at him quizzically. Like I said, he did look familiar. I just couldn't place him. I didn't remember him from high school, or from caddying last year. "I'm sorry," I said, shaking my head. "Not a clue."

The young man rolled his eyes and sighed, exasperated. "Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw!"

My eyes lit up. There was only one guy I knew who would still use that line. "Justin?!?!"

"Jeez," he said, "it took ya long enough. I was gonna be really hurt if you didn't remember me."

"How the hell could I forget?" I gushed. "It's just you grew about a foot and chopped off all your hair."

"And got rid of the acne." He smiled again. "How the hell have you

been?"

"Great. But do you mind telling me what the hell you're doing

here?" Justin and I had met each other the first summer I caddied. We were both fifteen and had hit it off immediately. He had gone to school across town so I hadn't known him until that summer. That January, however, his father had gotten transferred out to San Diego. We kept in touch for a few months but quickly lost contact. The last place I expected him was back in Colorado.

"My father got relocated back," Justin said. "They needed a new head of R&D and he is the best. So as soon as I found out I was coming back, I called your dad up to see if I could have a job."

"My dad knew about this and he didn't tell me??

"I asked him not to.

I wanted it to be a surprise." He winked and flashed me another smile. God, he'd grown up quiet nicely. Tan and chiseled, I could see his pecs outlined through the tightness of his golf shirt and found myself beginning to think some impure thoughts.

I was snapped out of my brief reverie by a slap on the back from Chatham. "Dude, that Noakes is an asshole. He acted like I was a fucking three year old."

Justin looked over to me and, indicating my roommate, said, "Chatham?"

I nodded and Chatham laughed. "My reputation does precede me, don't it?" he said. We all chuckled and filled Chatham in on who Justin was and how we knew each other. But the gabfest didn't last long because the course was just starting to wake up and we had a job to do.

Fortunately the first half of the day Justin and I got to go out together. Chatham had wanted to go out with me, but Noakes was being a dick and put him with Tony Bell, a little high school kiss- ass that you could just tell Chatham would loathe. It worked out alright, though. Our foursome was a bunch of middle-aged middle- incomes, two brothers and their two brothers-in-law. They weren't serious golfers, just out to have a good time, which made our job easier and more fun. And it gave Justin and I a bit of a chance to catch up, although not much. I did manage to learn that he was going to Berkeley, planning on majoring in poli-sci. I was impressed with his achievement as apparently he was with mine, since he kept making Ivy-League-boy comments.

I caught up with Chatham at lunch and it turns out he was having a good time too. The really hot weather hadn't started yet, so even at noon it wasn't too bad. I'm sure it would become a factor later in the summer.

By the end of the day, though, I was beat. We all were. We sat in the locker room with the other caddies, not really wanting to do much of anything. When we finally did motivate to the shower, I did get a little treat. Most of the other guys were well built, but I found myself most interested in Justin. What his shirt had revealed earlier didn't do justice to what his bare flesh showed. He had a slight build, but nicely shaped pecs with two quarter-sized dark brown nipples, and his body tapered down in a nice V to his waist. When he slid his boxers down, I got a great view of his ass, smooth and round and it looked very firm. Much nicer and tighter than

Marc's and probably carrying a hell of a lot less baggage, I thought. Every little thing that I could use to get my mind off of Marc I took as a blessing from heaven.

In the shower I kept trying to glance at Justin's cock, but he conveniently faced the wall, most likely out of modesty. I had to try every trick in the book to keep from popping a woody every time

I stole a glance in his direction. Watching the soapy water cascade down his back, and travel through the crack in his ass, watching his biceps ripple and glisten in the water as he shampooed up his hair, it was all terribly distracting. And glancing over at the other hot bodies in the shower room wasn't helping either. I was quickly realizing that I was a horny motherfucker. Ever since mine and Chatham's tryst with those women we'd picked up outside of Buffalo I'd been constantly jonesin' for some sex. I'd even considered asking Chatham if he wanted me to suck him off or something, but quickly came to the conclusion that that probably wouldn't be the best idea in the world.

After showering and changing, Justin met up with us in the parking lot and we headed over to Taco Bell for some dinner.

I was stoked because in college there was no fast food in town, and then only Taco Bell was across the river and a few towns down so without a car

it was impossible to get to.

"Well, boys," Justin said when we'd finished eating. "I was thinking we might want to take a little hike up to the gorge. I've got some six-packs in the trunk of my car."

"I don't know," I said. "I'm a bit beat."

Justin looked at me with that trademark grin and said, "Oh, c'mon, Sean, don't tell me you're still a fucking goody-two-shoes. You have tried alcohol."

Chatham laughed. "Oh, there ain't much he hasn't tried!"

I shot him down with a nasty glare, but I think Justin may have picked up on it. "Alright," I said. "That actually sounds like a good idea. Now that I'm fed, I should hit my second wind soon."

"How about you, Chatham?" Justin asked. "You up for a little

boozin'?"

Surprisingly, Chatham shook his head. "Nah. I wanna head back home if that's ok? I'm beat too. `Sides, it'll give you two a chance to

catch up and shit. That, and I told Breeze I'd call her, tell her how my first day went."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Oh, Chatham, don't tell me you've got a ball and chain. That long distance shit never works out. Is she a college honey, or an HTH?"

"College. I never even thought about trying that hometown shit. She's quite a catch, too. Just ask Sean here. He had her for a bit, tested her out for me."

Justin chuckled. "You stole your roommate's girl? Oh, bad form, man, bad form."

"Oh, Seanie got his share of action, ain't that right?" I glared at him again. If he was going to throw the whole Marc/Julie debacle in my face every time we met up with one of my friends from home, I was going to have to kill him.

"That right, Sean? You get laid much back east?"

"That Leonora chick was hot." Ok, Chatham that was cool.

Why'd you ever dump her?" Ok, that was not. He turned to Justin. "Damn, Justin, this chick was fucking amazing. Tall, leggy, blond. Like some German supermodel. I have no idea why Sean ever got her. And then out of the blue he dumps her. And she was hung up on him bad, too."

"What, did she give bad head or something?" Justin asked.

"I don't want to get into it. And don't you think we should get

going if we're going? I don't want to be out that late tonight."

"Alrightie, boys," Justin responded. "Let's skeedattle."

I climbed into Justin's Camero and Chatham went back to my parent's in his Tercel. The gorge was about a half-hour drive and then about a ten minute hike. We got to the top about a half hour before dusk, plopped ourselves down on the ground and cracked open a couple cans of Bud. Justin lit a cigarette and offered me one, which I declined. Interestingly enough, my first thought was that Marc would be proud if I had one. How fucked up is that?

Anyway, we shot the shit for awhile, telling college stories,

catching up on the rest of our high school days. I found out that Justin had played volleyball in school and now played for Berkeley. He was single, having broken up with his long-time girlfriend a few months after they started school. She'd gone off to Brown and dumped him for an environmental studies major and singer in a ska band. We talked about drunken college parties. I explained pong to him and he got a kick out of a bunch of former valedictorians doing something so entirely stupid and unsanitary. He especially liked the mung.

We also talked a little bit about our sexcapades. I'm sure he embellished some. I know that I did. Or at least changed some of the names and genders of those involved. He did get a big kick out of Kelley with E-Y, though. I got a hearty slap on the back for that one. At one point he asked again why I'd broken up with

Leonora, and I politely told him I didn't want to talk about it.

By now it had gotten very dark, we were almost done with the second six-pack, and I had quite the buzz going on.

"So," Justin said out of the blue, "did you do much experimenting in college? I mean, besides alcohol."

"Yeah, I smoked pot a couple times. My friend, Marc, was a big stoner and he always tried to get me to do it. I didn't like it all that much, though."

"Marc's come up a lot tonight," he said. "You guys like best friends or something?"

I'm glad it was dark so he couldn't see me blushing. "Or

something," I muttered. I should have just said yes and left it at that, but the alcohol was making me feel like talking a bit more.

"That's cool. Me too. I smoked a little too much, though, but I'd been smoking since high school. Anything else?"

"Like `shrooms or shit?" I asked. "Nah, nothing like that."

We were both lying on our backs in the grass and Justin rolled over to face me and propped his head up with his arm, and I followed

suit. "That's not what I meant," he said. I found he was staring into my eyes. I rolled back to a supine position.

"Oh, what did you mean?"

"I meant with other things." He had lowered his voice to a somewhat sultry whisper.

I paused, and swallowing hard, said, "Yeah, I did a lot of other

things, too."

"With this guy, Marc?"

I rolled over to face him again. "Marc and I were very close, that's all."

He ignored me. "Is that why you broke up with the German supermodel? Too much experimenting?" I didn't answer him. Instead I found myself staring at him intensely. The moon was nearly full and shone quite brightly through the trees, casting a shadow across his face. But even in the dim moonlight I could see every detail,

his high cheekbones, his full lips, those piercing, vibrant eyes.

"Experimenting is fine, you know," he said. Again I sat in silence,

and even if I had had anything to say, I wouldn't have gotten the

opportunity. Justin leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I felt a jolt of energy surge up my body as we touched. It was soft and gentle. The stale odor of cigarettes and beer was only slightly visible over his natural scent and I was reminded briefly of Marc.

I pushed him softly away, but still remained silent. "I'm sorry," Justin said, and rolled onto his back. He buried his face in his hands. "I didn't mean to. I just thought thatÑ, wellÑ"

"It's not that, Justin," I said quietly. "It's just that I just got out of this very confusing, tumultuous relationship and Ð"

Justin had rolled back onto his side and interrupted me by placing his finger over my lips. "Sean, I don't want to get married." He leaned in again and nibbled softly on my ear. "I'm just looking for a little fun." Slowly he started to nibble his way down my neck. "If that's ok with you, that is?"

I groaned softly. "Totally fine."

Justin pressed his lips against mine again, and in doing so rolled me back over onto my back, so that he was on top of me. He inched his tongue forward and teased my lips apart. I relented and opened my mouth slightly. He slid his tongue in and mine danced with his in a hot, passionate embrace. His hand and slid underneath my T- shirt and he was softly stroking my hard, smooth tummy.

"You know," he said, raising his head up a bit. "You're really cute. I've been thinking about you all day."

I blushed. "Thanks. I've been thinking about you, too. You're fucking gorgeous." I reached up and tweaked one of his nipples through his shirt. He squirmed.

"Ok," he said, "we're both beautiful. Now let's shut up." With that he dove at me and assaulted my mouth once more. While we were kissing and he was stroking my stomach, I reached behind him and felt his ass through his shorts. I was right, nice and firm. I massaged and kneaded the cotton-covered flesh as his hand snaked its way up my chest. He took my left nipple between his thumb and

forefinger and rolled the nub around. I let out a gasp of pain mixed with intense pleasure.

"You like that?" he mumbled, and continued kissing me.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I managed to get out.

"How about this?" He stopped tonguing me and slid his mouth down to the crook of my neck where he began to roughly suck and bite. The assault sent shivers down my spine and I involuntarily arched my back. I was mildly disappointed when he stopped playing with my nipples, but I was happy again when I soon realized where his hand was going. He'd slipped it down to the waistband of my shorts and

fumbled one-handed, trying to undo the belt. I stopped massaging his ass and undid my pants for him. He reached through the slit in my boxers and hauled out my seven inch cock, which was now rock solid and leaking.

Softly he began to stroke the shaft, occasionally pulling on the

head with his fingertips, which was both rough and exhilarating at the same time. I tried to get at his crotch but the position was awkward, so I went back to massaging his behind. This time, though, I slid my hands beneath his shorts and underwear, so I could feel the warmth and smoothness of his hairless bubble butt.

My tool was throbbing, begging for release. I'd been reduced to panting and moaning as Justin continued to stroke my cock and suck on my neck. "Oh, God, Justin," I groaned, "that's so fucking

wonderful." I was feeling like I was getting close and I started to dig my nails into the soft flesh of his teenaged ass. I felt him groan into my neck. He brought me very close to climax and just when I thought I was going to come, he eased off.

He stopped sucking my neck and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Do you want me to suck it?" he asked, a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Yes!" I moaned, breathlessly. "Oh God, yes." I spread out my legs and Justin slid down so that his mouth was a fraction of an inch away from my cock. I could feel is moist breath roll over the head, caressing it with its warmth. He took his tongue and licked my

cockhead in a circle, lapping up the copious amounts of pre-cum I'd

leaked.

"Mmm," he said, "you taste really good, babe." And then he plunged down and my cock entered the hot, moist confines of his mouth. And

man, oh, man could this boy suck dick. I'm guessing he was well past the `experimenting' phase of his life and all out practicing. He bobbed up and down on my meat, not once grazing his teeth on it. I ran my hands through is short cropped hair and it felt simultaneously soft and prickly. I didn't get to enjoy it all that much because I could feel my orgasm boiling up in my loins.

My breathing became intense and ragged as I cried, "Justin, I'm really fucking close."

He pulled his mouth off briefly and said, "I want you to give it all to me," and before I could answer was back chowing down on my tool. He took the head in his mouth and licked it around in circles. And that was enough to send me over the edge.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I cried as I clamped down on his head to hold it in place. Not that I think he needed any encouragement in that department. My whole body shook as my balls tightened and I unleashed load after load of hot, sticky cum into Justin's beautiful mouth. He swallowed every last drop, and kept his mouth clamped over my cock as my orgasm subsided and my breathing slowed to a normal rhythm. He let my cock go when it had begun to soften.

Slowly, Justin slid back up my body and kissed me. I could now

taste my cum mixed in with the alcohol and tobacco and I was turned on again. After a few minutes of tongue-wrestling I reached around and felt his tool through his shorts. It was hard and throbbing and he shuddered. I stoked it softly through the fabric of his clothing for a while, while we feverishly planted kisses on each other's faces.

I eased him off and said, "So, would you like me to return the favor?"

"If you want to," he answered.

"What do you think?" I said, and grinned. As quickly as he could he stood up and shucked his shorts and boxers. I was greeted with a

magnificent sight. His cock was rock hard, larger than mine, about eight inches and very thick. My first thought was, damn I need that cock in my ass. But maybe another night. He had a thick bush of blond pubic hair which it looked like he trimmed to keep neat. His balls were average-sized, but smooth as a baby's bottom.

He squatted down on my chest, his cock a few inches from my face. The head was large and bulbous, the piss-slit long and thick, he looked like he could shoot far. I reached forward and began to stroke his cock. He looked down at me with a lascivious grin as he began to tweak his own nipples through his shirt, moaning ever so slightly.

Every so often he would inch forward, so his cock kept getting closer and closer. It was straining on my neck to keep my head up but I was soon able to stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his

dick. That caused him to moan and shutter. He inched forward a bit more, and as I continued to stroke his shaft with one hand and massage his balls with my other, I was also now able to get my lips wrapped around his cockhead.

As I was sucking and stroking, he grabbed my wrists and guided them off his cock. I was a bit surprised, but he led them back to his

ass, so I took the hint and started to massage his buttcheeks. His hands took the place of mine and he started to jerk off feverishly.

"Oh, yeah, Sean," he moaned, "suck my cock, suck it good." He continued to talk dirty in this vein while he stroked the base of his shaft. He reached around with his other hand and grasped my still exposed dick. He began to stroke mine with the same fervor he was stroking his. He was going really fast now, I was having a hard time keeping his jerking cock in my mouth, so I just took to licking it every time it came close. He squeezed my sides with his legs in a rhythmic motion as he jacked us both off.

I could feel him tense up as he cried out "I'm gonna come, Sean, oh yeah, babe, I'm gonna cum. Take it all, oh fucking take it ALL!" And with that he stopped jerking his cock and he gave my sides one final squeeze. Ropes of sticky, sweet cum surged from his piss- slit. I closed my eyes as my mouth and face and hair were assaulted by spurt after spurt of hot, sticky manjuice. I tried to catch as much of the salty sweet nectar as I could in my mouth but he was spraying wildly, and moaning very loudly.

The taste of his hot cum combined with his continual manipulations of my own cock caused me a second orgasm of the night. I dug my fingers into his ass as my body convulsed again. I shot again, not as much or as hard this time, but enough to hit his back and ass and my hands. When our orgasms subsided, Justin rolled off of me and lay on his back, panting. I lifted up my shirt and wiped his cum off of my face. I looked over to him and he looked back, flushed and smiling.

"So, was it good for you to?" he asked, grinning madly.

"Enh," I said, shrugging, "I guess it was ok."

"You bastard," he cried, and punched me in the ribs playfully. We both laughed some more and just looked into each others eyes. I immediately thought of Marc the morning of his graduation. I rolled onto my back.

"Look, Justin," I said, my tone serious. "I just want to make it perfectly clear. I'm not looking for a relationship. I have a lot of baggage right now and I think that Ð"

"Sean, shut up." I looked back over at him. "I told you I'm not

looking for a relationship, either. And especially not with another guy, since I prefer women. Can't we just have a little fun this summer?"

"Ok," I answered. "As long as you're clear with that."

"Totally. Now where the hell are my shorts?"

I laughed and helped him get dressed. I tucked my softening cock back into my boxers and refastened my pants, and pretty soon we were off and running. We'd sobered up mostly, so Justin was able to

drive fine. He gave me nothing more than a pat on the leg as I climbed out of the car and quietly let myself into the house. It was past midnight and I figured everyone would be asleep.

I was wrong. Chatham was sitting on the couch, watching Conan O'Brien. He smirked. "Have a good time?" he asked, knowingly. I was determined not to give him the impression that anything had happened with Justin.

"Yeah, it was fun," I said nonchalantly. "We got kind of wasted. But it was good to catch up with him."

"Uh-huh, I bet," Chatham said.

"Well, I'm beat. I'm going to go to bed. G'night." I started to walk out of the living room.

"Oh, Sean," Chatham called. "Just so you know, you have a bunch of leaves stuck to your back."

I froze and blushed slightly. But then I realized that that didn't mean anything other than the fact that I had been sitting on the

ground. "Yeah, the ground at the gorge is littered with them," I

answered.

"And you have cum stains on your shirt." I whipped around and

blushed uncontrollably. I stood there speechless. "Oh, and thatÑ" He pointed to the crook of his own neck and I instantly knew what he meant. "Ñis going to look real nasty come morning. Too bad this ain't turtleneck weather."

I stood in stunned silence. I had no idea what to do. And then

Chatham chuckled, a deep, hearty belly laugh. "Goodnight, Sean. And try and get some sleep."

I smiled. Everything was going to be ok. I forgot I really didn't have to hide anything from Chatham. My parents were going to be another story. But all in all, it should be a good summer.

"Goodnight, Chatham. I'll see you in the morning."

And I bounded up the stairs and went to sleep.

To Be Continued...

All questions, comments, and suggestions are welcomed. I encourage all kinds of feedback. And I'd like to apologize for the delay with this installment. I promise they will come more regularly.

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