CORRUPTING A MINOR
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 6
After our little escapade with Sean, our relationship changed, and I felt really guilty about it. And I know it was eating Julie up. We had crossed the line, there was no denying that. If Sean couldn't look us in the eye before because of fear or guilt, he sure as hell couldn't look us in the eye now because of anger and humiliation. I was willing to accept the fact that he might never want to see us again.
I tried to apologize dozens of times. Julie dozens of dozens. But what were we going to say? Sorry we tied you up and raped you? Wanna go see a movie? We did manage to get him alone one night and tried to make amends by offering our bodies up to him, but that was just a pathetic attempt. If he ever did forgive us, it was not because of anything we did. It would be because he was ready to.
After a couple of weeks he finally approached us on his own. He asked us if we wanted to rent a movie or something. It was a very uncomfortable evening, but it broke the ice, and my guilt began to lessen. We even fooled around, the three of us together, one night. No biggie, just a little groping and sucking.
The term was fast approaching an end, and I really hadn't been working on my thesis. My advisor was getting a little pissed. I kept giving him excuses, but the real reason was that I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that I'd screwed up a really great friendship, not to mention did one of the most horrific things a person can do to another person. My conscience was eating away at me and I couldn't focus on anything.
I started getting back into the swing of things when Sean began to look as though he might forgive us. That's what prompted me to stay on campus for the Thanksgiving holiday. My family lived on the other side of the country, but I usually went to Julie's parents for the weekend. I figured if I stayed at school I could get a lot of work done.
And that actually worked for awhile. Without my girlfriend or pretty much the rest of the campus around to distract me, the writing came easy. My goal was to finish the first chapter by the end of the weekend. And I was going strong until Friday night. But after working for almost three straight days, I needed a break. Badly. I grabbed some weed and some papers and trudged down the hall to Sean's room. He liked to smoke and I figured if I could get us good and high, we might have one of those open conversations and all the bad air would be cleared. You do a lot of loving the world when you're stoned.
Well, it made sense at the time.
I knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked again, and this time someone called hold on. I heard the dead bolt unlocking and the door opened part way to reveal Chatham, Sean's roommate. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and he looked a little flustered. He was flushed and his hair was mess.
"Sorry, Chatham," I said. "Did I wake you up."
"Na, I was just watching a movie. Sean's not here. He ended up going home for the weekend. He didn't tell you?"
"No, he didn't." I was disappointed. I really needed a break. I turned to leave and then stopped. I held up the bag of pot and waved it about a bit. "Hey, wanna smoke some?" My logic went like this: I needed to relax, and by that I meant I needed to smoke. I hate smoking alone and Chatham was as good as anyone else really. We'd just get high, listen to some music and then I could leave. And as it turned out he wasn't as bad a guy as I thought he was. He had started hanging out at ASX, my ex-roommate Steve's fraternity. He was even thinking of pledging. Whenever I hung with Steve he was usually around, playing pong or drinking beer in the basement. He was my pong partner a few times and I found out he could be a lot of fun. When he drank he was even more fun. I expected him to be one of those drunken assholes, but he got really goofy when he was plastered. I never actively sought out his company, but since he was fun to drink with, I surmised he was probably fun to smoke with.
And when I suggested it his eyes lit up. He tried unsuccessfully to hide his enthusiasm when he answered nonchalantly, "Yeah, sure. Come in?" I followed him into the darkened room. He flipped on a light and said "Let me just grab some pants."
"Don't worry about it," I said, "if you're comfortable I don't give a shit what you're wearing." He shrugged and flopped down on the bed. Besides, I almost preferred him nearly naked. He had begun to get a little bit of a beer gut from all the drinking, but other than that he was pretty buff. He was a football player so his arms and legs were massive, but not that squat tree-trunk like quality. But big. He was a lot hairier than I would have expected a blond to be, he had a nice coating of light hair on his chest, with a nice trail down to his belly button, and his forearms and legs were covered. He'd grown a goatee in the past few weeks, which I didn't like, but what the hell. It was his face and I wasn't planning on kissing it. All in all he wasn't what I generally liked in men, I much preferred a lithe, swimmer's build of someone like Sean. But he was cut pretty well for someone as large as he was and I didn't mind the view.
I sat at his desk and rolled a jay, lit it, puffed, and passed it over to him. He also took a hit and we passed it back and forth a few times. I only buy good stuff, so we were pretty happy after only two or three hits.
We bullshitted for a little while, talked about our girlfriends. Chatham was still dating Breanna, Sean's first college fling and the source of many problems between them. He made some comment about Julie being a nice piece of ass and about him wanting some of her if I ever got tired.
Oh the images that flashed through my mind, but I failed to make a come-back. I think I just chuckled or something. I was getting antsy. He was much more mellow stoned than drunk and I was getting bored very fast. I browsed through his CD collection and found nothing interesting. Just a bunch of crap like Dave Matthews and other typical college shit. It didn't surprise me, though.
Then I remembered he'd been watching a movie when I interrupted. I walked over to the VCR. "What movie were you watching earlier?" I asked. I pressed the eject button.
"It's nothing," he said anxiously, stiffening on the bed. I pulled the tape out and read the label. I could only smirk. No wonder he looked flustered when I came to the door.
"All Nude Gymnastics, huh? Would this be the National or Olympic team?"
"Um," he stammered. He was blushing. How fucking adorable.
"Hey, it's fine. Everyone needs to get off now and then. Breanna's been away for a few days then?"
He seemed to relax a little. "Yeah, and I've been so fucking horny lately."
"I totally understand. Wanna finish watching it? I haven't seen a good porno in ages." I put the video back in the slot and pressed play.
"Well, this ain't a good porno."
"If it's got naked chicks, it's a good porno." I flipped the lights off and sat on the bed next to him, and we watched the video.
From what I gathered it was just after a competition and the girls were in the locker room getting showered and changed. The camera was focussed in on two rather buxom women, one blonde one a brunette, soaping each other up under the spray of the showerhead. The blonde was massaging the brunettes tits.
"Look at the rack on her," Chatham said. "Man I'd like to get my hands on those." I glanced over. He was casually rubbing the front of his boxers. There was a sizeable bulge. He looked like his cock might be pretty big, too. "Oh, fuck, look at them now!" The blonde had made her way down her soapy partners body and was now fingering her box. The brunette was moaning loudly. "Oh, I need to get me some snatch," he said. He was rubbing his cock through his underwear a little more vigorously.
"Hey, if you want to jerk off, go ahead," I said. "I mean, I did interrupt you and all."
He looked at me quizzically. "I can't do that with you here."
I was going to let it go, but part of me really wanted to see his meat. I was horny too, and the weed was taking over all my inhibitions and tossing them right out the window. At this point to me, pussy was pussy and cock was cock, regardless of where it came from. Even from a dumb beefcake like Chatham.
"Sure you can. It's not like I've never seen a guy's dick before. And I really need to get my rocks off, so it'll make me much more comfortable if you did it too."
Couldn't beat that logic, could you? Chatham shrugged and, lifting his ass off the bed, slid his boxers down and kicked them off. I wasn't expecting him to be that bold but what the hell. I was right about his meat, too. It was huge. I'd guess it was about eight inches long, but unlike Sean's which was slender, Chatham's was fat. And I mean fat. He had a set of balls like two hairy plums, hanging below his dick which sprouted from a thick nest of light brown pubic hair.
He grasped his shaft with his right hand and started to slowly work it up and down the length of his rock hard penis. His fat cock head was oozing precum and glistened in the light from the TV. With his left hand he was playing with his nipples, rolling them around between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and squeezing. He was even moaning slightly.
This was getting me hotter than the chick on chick action that was happening on the screen. My own prick was begging me for release. I pulled my shirt off over my head and yanked my pants and underwear off in one swift motion. My cock sprang to life now that it was free of my pants and I started to beat off vigorously. I was going to have to take it easy though, or I was going to loose my load in seconds.
I slowed down and continually stole glances at Chatham's hard body, looking back and forth from the screen. He was really wanking his cock hard, I thought he was going to rip it off. His eyes were glued to the television.
"Oh, Christ, look at `em now!" he groaned. I looked at the screen. The coach had walked in and he was lying on the bench, eating out the blonde, who was sitting on his face fondling her enormous breasts. The brunette was crouched on the ground devouring his slimy cock.
"Aw yeah," I moaned in agreement. "Eat that bitch out!" I called to the screen. Got to get in the mood, I always say. Porn's definitely an interactive genre, in more ways than one.
"Man, look at her goin' down on his dick. Man, I could go for a good blow right now. Haven't had one in ages."
"Ages?" I asked, looking over at him, still squeezing my own dick and balls.
"Yeah, fucking girlfriend won't do it. I forgot to warn her once and she got all wigged out by my cum. Spit it out all over the place."
"I'll suck it if you want." Woah, did I just fucking say that out loud? Chatham looked over at me, confused. Yep, said it out loud. He stared for a moment then laughed.
"Dude, I ain't that fucking horny. And I'm the one smoking your shit, you don't owe me nothin'."
"No, really it's no big deal. I don't mind at all." Ok, I had to stop speaking. But something was taking over me. All because we fucked around with Sean that one time and now I was becoming a cock fiend. Chatham stopped stroking and just sat there staring at me.
"No, really, I don't mind at all. I suck your roommate off all the time. He says I'm pretty good, too. Better than Julie, at least." Ok, Marc, just stop talking right now!
Chatham just stared, slack-jawed. He didn't know what to say. Finally: "You suck Sean's dick?"
"Yeah." I mean, no, I'm joking. Ha ha. Say it! say it!
"And Julie sucks Sean's dick?"
"Yup." Well, looks like there's no turning back now.
"And you're around for it? All three of you together?" I noticed he absentmindedly began to stroke his prick again.
"Yeah. So, you want a blow job or not?" He didn't answer. It appeared as though he was mulling it over in his mind.
I sighed. Enough of this bullshit. I slid over and grasped his shaft in my hand and moved my face towards the tip of his cock. I could see a drop of precum perched at the opening of his piss slit, balancing on the top of his huge cock head. I flicked my tongue out and lapped it up with the tip.
Chatham gently pushed my head off his cock. "I dunno, man," he said. "I ain't a fag or nothin'."
I rolled my eyes. "Neither am I. Now just sit back and shut the fuck up. How often do you get your dick sucked no strings attached? Huh?" He shrugged and mumbled something which I didn't hear because I started licking the head of his cock and wasn't really paying that much attention. His cock was spongy to the touch, and a bit salty to the taste. I began by kissing the tip of the cock while rolling one of his balls around in my hand. I like my testicles massaged and apparently so did he because he began to groan.
I slipped the head of his dick past my lips and took him down a few inches. God, he was big, this posed a challenge. Aside from a few guys back in high school before we'd really developed, and Sean who was fairly slender, I hadn't sucked much cock in my life. And damn was Chatham huge.
His cockhead hit the back of my throat and I tried to mentally prepare for the impending gag reflex. I wanted to take him all, prove to him I was a good cocksucker. This made no sense since at the same time I needed him to know I was also into women. It's a fine line between giving a buddy head and being a flaming cocksucking faggot. I didn't need any rumors being spread around.
But back to the task at hand (or rather mouth), I continued to massage his balls with one hand, while I ran the other over his tight, hairy stomach. I could feel the muscles underneath the budding layer of fat that his beer swilling was giving him. If he cut out the booze he'd be one fine specimen.
I thought, well here goes, and in one fell swoop impaled my throat on massive tool. I buried my nose in his pubes, inhaling deeply. It was a rank, manly scent. Not really musky, more like aging sweat. It wasn't as pleasing as I had wanted it, but I was driven wild when I took a second whiff. I caught the scent of drying cum. He'd already jerked himself off before I got here. Man oh man!
I was jostled out of my reverie by Chatham crying, "Oh fuck man you took it all! I can't believe you took it all!" And come to think of it, neither could I. I began to choke a little so I pulled back a bit and started to run my lips up and down, making sure to keep a really tight seal. Every time I came to the top, I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue or ran it in circles around the mushroom head. Both drove him wild, or so I could tell by his bucking and moaning.
As I continued ministering to his cock, my hand was groping for something tight and moist. I ran my fingers below his nuts and tickled the area between his cock and ass. His body twitched and he inadvertently spread his legs wider. Bingo! I now had access to his tight ass, which I hadn't seen yet. I ran my fingertips around his hole as he fucked my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. "This is fucking great."
I slowly inserted my finger into his asshole. I expected protests, but got none. Maybe Breanna finger fucked him. I don't know. My middle finger slid right in, followed by my index finger. As I explored his insides, trying to find his prostate, he cried out "Oh God that feels awesome! Yeah, Marc, fuck me! Suck me, oh yeah!" He grasped either side of my head with his hands and started to thrust my face into his crotch. I tried to jerk away, I didn't like being told what to do, but he suddenly moaned, "Oh fuck I think I'm cumming. Oh fuck yeah here it comes baby here it comes!"
As much as I wanted to taste his jizz, appearances are important. I pushed his hands off of my head and pulled off his cock. Not missing a beat I grabbed it with the hand that wasn't up his chute and vigorous wacked him off until he came. His whole body jerked and spasmed as he shot his load. The first shot hit him in the face, the second right below his left nipple. Shots three and four landed on his stomach and he dribbled out a few more, matting down his pubes and dripping down the side of his cock.
He lay back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. "Man, that was fucking awesome. Thanks, so much dude."
"No problem," I said. I sat back up next to him, facing the TV and jerked my own cock. The thrill of having that huge piece of manhood down my throat combined with the depressing lack of cum in my mouth made me need to get my rocks off right then. Three of the gymnastics chicks were in a three-way cuntsucking fest on the mats, while two others were going at it with a two-sided dildo. That got me hotter, if that was even possible at this point.
Then Chatham did the unexpected. "Hey, want some help with that?" he asked.
Without giving me the chance to answer he reached over and grasped my own seven incher in his big jock hand. He obviously masturbated a lot because this fucker was good. He alternated between stroking the shaft and massaging the head between his fingers.
"Oh God Chatham, that's so good right there." He leaned in a little closer and I draped my arm around his shoulder and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. His breath was hot on my chest as he wanked my cock. I could feel his breath on my nipple and it was making it rock hard, harder than my dick. If he continued to jerk me off this well I wasn't going to last long. I could feel my balls tightening against my body.
"Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum. Oooooh yeah! It's coming oh God is it coming! YES!" Chatham kept right on jerking up and down as I reached one of the best orgasms I'd had in ages. I shot seven or eight huge loads, the first two over my head. The rest splattered across my chest and stomach.
We sat in silence, recovering. The porn was finished and the screen had gone to static. Finally Chatham broke the silence.
"Thanks, man. That was fantastic."
I nodded. "Sure was. Got a towel to clean up?"
Chatham said yes and walked over to his closet. Mmm, finally got to see his ass. Nice, round, firm, lightly hairy around the crack. Yum. He tossed me a small towel and I cleaned the cum off of my body. Chatham laughed. "Dude, you got cum all over the wall."
I turned around. "Ha. So I did. So I did." He laughed even harder. I reached around and wiped it off with the towel. We both pulled our pants back on.
"Dude, you and Julie really fuck around with Sean? I always wondered what was up with you guys? Some of the guys down at ASX were wondering too."
"And you don't say a word about it, got it?" I said.
"Yeah, that's cool, man. So you gay?" Well that was blunt.
"No, I'm dating a woman, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but . . ."
"I'm bi, ok? Cock and pussy. I likes `em both." He laughed again. I think he figured I didn't really want to talk about it.
"Yeah, that's cool." He paused. "So, maybe I could fool around with you and Julie some time like you do with Sean?" Well, that was blunt too.
"Maybe," I said flippantly. "We'll see. We'll see. Wanna smoke some more and pop in another movie?"
"You don't have to ask me twice." We both laughed. I pulled out the weed and rolled another joint.
So, I'd love to hear more comments and critique. And there will definitely be more to come in the future. There are lots of possibilities still to be explored.
Marc P. miniegg69@hotmail.com