Corrupting a Minor

CORRUPTING A MINOR

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

CHAPTER 9

Steve and I stood in our boxers on the balcony, silently smoking our cigarettes. I could hear music from at least two distinct clubs and the street below was bright and noisy, filled with people mingling and drinking beer and frozen drinks out of plastic cups, sitting on the curbs, loitering in front of restaurants and drink stands. We stood there smoking in silence, both of us leaning on the railing and taking in the scene. We might have smoked about half the cigarette before Steve spoke.

"So, that was pretty hot in there, huh Marky?" he said, not looking up from the street below.

"Yeah, pretty much," I muttered, taking a puff and holding it in my lungs for a few seconds.

"So, you know you, uh..." Steve paused.

"Steve, we don't have to talk about this. I'm fine." This time I paused. Yeah, I'm fine, but that's not the problem, asshole. "I just hope that you're not pissed," I added.

Steve chuckled. "No, no. I'm not mad. I'm just..."

"Confused?"

Steve turned and looked me in the eye. He looked a little pained as he scrunched his face. "Yeah, I guess confused. I got, like, 42 million questions. I mean, I always thought that you and Julie..."

"No, Julie and I are great." I turned around and looked back through the glass doors into the hotel room where Julie and Rebecca were sitting on the bed talking. "I'm fucking in love, buddy, to the highest degree."

"But--"

I turned back and leaned against the railing again, staring at the people below. "No buts, Steve. I did that with you because you're my friend, and I thought you might enjoy it. I know I did."

"But--"

"I said no buts." I took one last puff of my cigarette and tossed it over the side.

"I did enjoy it, Marc, but I don't know if I'm comfortable with it."

"That's cool. It'll never happen again, like I said." I put my hand on his shoulder. His smooth skin felt hot and he flinched slightly as I touched him. "I just hope I didn't fuck up our friendship, because that'll just kill me."

Steve laughed. "No, it's not gonna fuck up our friendship. It'll take more than you sucking my dick for that to happen."

"And don't worry, I'm not lusting after you."

At that moment, a group of women in their early twenties stopped below are balcony and looked up. They looked at are mostly naked bodies and gave a few hoots of approval. I smiled and gave a little wave, but Steve milked it by doing a few flexing motions. They catcalled louder. Not to be undone, I turned around and mooned them quickly. They cheered even louder, and one of them shouted `nice ass.'

Steve and I stood in silence again as they staggered away, giggling. Then out of the blue, he said, "So does this mean you were fucking around with Sean back at school?" I nearly choked on my own spit.

"What?" I said.

"You know, you and Sean. It's kind of obvious, but I always knew you and Julie were close so I didn't believe it."

"Kind of obvious?" I was a little flabergasted.

"Well, Chatham would make comments about it. But I thought you might be before. You are, right?"

"Um, yeah, but what do you mean by obvious?"

"That way you two look at each other." This was bizarre. Steve was about the world's most unobservant person, I could have gotten one of my limbs removed and I highly doubt he'd have noticed.

"The way we look at each other?" I repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, he looks at you like he's got this huge schoolboy crush and you look at him like, well, like he's a fresh slab of meat." He paused. "Does Julie know?"

I laughed. "Yeah, she was the one that started screwing around with him." It was Steve's turn to choke.

We talked for another fifteen minutes at least. I told him the whole story, leaving out most of the details but getting the point across nonetheless. He did not approve, needless to say. He believed that I was totally head-over-heals in love with Julie, but what I had never realized was that regardless of what we did to him, and regardless of him dating Leonora, Sean and I had become very close. Close in a way that maybe we were both misreading, but I hadn't thought about the possibility that Sean considered it more than just sex. I told Steve I really liked him and would do just about anything for him, just like I'd do anything for Steve. But it was Julie that I wanted, that I needed. That I should ask to marry me. We decided, in fact, that I'd propose on New Year's Eve. It would have to be without a ring, but I could do it. And that I needed to ease Sean out of my life, because if Steve thought these things, then maybe I was getting myself deeper into something that I wasn't prepared for.

All of a sudden I felt arms wrap around my body. Julie and Rebecca had come up from behind.

"So you two," Julie began. "Ready for another role in the hay? It's early yet."

"Certainly," Steve said, "but this time I think we should stick to our own respective partners, shall we?"

"Partypopper," pouted Julie. "Guess we're on our own, Beckers," she said and patted Rebecca swiftly on the ass as we went back inside. Rebecca giggled

Needless to say we did go for a repeat, Julie and I in our bed, Steve and Rebecca in theirs. It was almost as hot as the first time, with all four of us, listening to Steve and Rebecca go at it, hearing them moan, and seeing them writhe and bounce underneath the sheets. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, as Julie and I came together. It was love-making again that night. I vowed to tell her how much I loved her and propose on New Year's Eve as I had told Steve I would.

But New Year's Eve came and went. We partied very heavily and I chickened out yet again on the marriage proposal. A few days later we left New Orleans, after having a very expensive meal at Emeril's and going for a repeat of Pat O'Brien's and the three gallon hurricane.

I spent the rest of winter break chilling at home with my family. It was relaxing. No worries. They did get on my case a bit about postponing medical school, but I assured them that when I got in somewhere I would just defer for a year. It would give Julie a chance to find another job wherever I was going to school. At least that was the plan. I better get on the ball and propose damn soon, I thought.

It didn't take long for me to immerse myself back into my schoolwork once I got back to campus. My thesis advisor emailed me almost immediately upon my arrival, and demanded to know what I had done over break. The answer was obviously nothing. I was back tooling away in the library before you could say `graduation.' Sean, Leonora, Julie and I tried to hang out as much as possible. Sean was really getting along well with her, and from the look in her eyes she was very much in love. They hadn't slept together yet, and Sean liked that. They'd only been dating for a few months and he didn't want to rush into anything.

Chatham kept quiet from now on, and whenever he was being a dick, Sean nonchalantly brought up the pictures and he shut his big fat mouth real quick. When I first saw Sean after my arrival he ran up and gave me a huge bear hug and thanked me repeatedly for his Christmas gift. He said he almost opened the envelope in front of his older brother, but thankfully didn't. That might have been tough to explain.

As it was, after a few weeks of solid work, I was pretty much beat. It was the weekend and I was preparing to rent a few movies, throw back a few cold ones, and smoke a whole fucking jungle. I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be high and happy.

I was sitting on my futon wearing just sweatpants and a sweatshirt, watching "Half Baked," and puffing away on nice fat one when the door opened. I was quite a bit more than half-baked but was still none too pleased to see Julie and Sean walk in. I just wanted to be alone. Badly. Maybe they wanted sex, I thought, which wouldn't be bad considering I hadn't gotten off, either by Julie's or my own hand in over a week.

"Whatcha doing, babe?" Julie asked as she sat down next to me and without waiting for me to answer yanked the joint out of my hand and took a long, slow drag. She held the smoke in for a few seconds and then let it sort of drift out as she opened her mouth. "Mmmm, yummy." Fuck, she looked hot when she did that. She tried to pass it to Sean, who declined. I was never able to successfully get him to smoke.

"What are you guys doing here?" I said. "I kind of wanted to be alone tonight."

"Nope," she said. "Not tonight. You have a job to do."

"I job?" I asked, a little bit confused.

"Yeah, you made things right with Chatham, now you have to make things right with Sean." I looked over at Sean who raised his eyebrows and smiled wryly.

Adorable. Abso-fucking-lutely adorable.

I sighed. "Alright, what the fuck do I have to do? I already said I was sorry like forty million times."

"He just wants to play," she said. "That's all. You two haven't played together in awhile." She dropped her bag and started rummaging through it. "So, you gonna play?" she asked, not looking up.

"I guess I'll play," I said. My cock was beginning to stir in my sweatpants. I wondered what he wanted to do.

"Good," Julie said, "And I brought some toys." She started pulling things out of the bag. Some KY. A dildo. This wasn't looking as good as I wanted, but it could work. Next she pulled out some shoelaces. Then some handcuffs.

"Woah!" I cried. "What the fuck. No cuffs."

"Hey," Sean said, speaking for the first time, "You cuffed me once. I want to make sure you don't decide to stop playing." I was beginning to hate the constant use of the word `playing.'

I groaned. "Alright. I'll fucking play." It might have been the weed talking. It might not have been. But I was suddenly having a hard time believing that I was willingly submitting. "On the bed?" Sean nodded. I got up off the futon and pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossing it aside, revealing my well-defined chest. I kicked off my pants next. I wasn't wearing any underwear and my semi-hard cock bounced freely in the open air. I was so used to being naked in front of the two of them that it didn't bother me, nor did it bother me that I was getting hard. I was bothered by the fact that I was letting them do this. Horrible thoughts crossed my mind. Sean wouldn't do anything that would really hurt me, but did I know Sean all that well really? And did I know Julie all that well? I did, and she had a mean streak.

But I was resigned. I deserved whatever was coming to me, I knew that much.

And fortunately my fears were so much worse than what Sean actually had in mind. I lay down on the bed, stretched my arms above my head and spread my legs. "Ok, here I am. Do with me what you will!"

Sean and Julie quickly went to work, they had four handcuffs in toto. Julie cuffed my wrists to the head of the bed, Sean cuffed my ankles to the foot. They were tight, but I wasn't too uncomfortable. Julie put on the radio and turned off all the lights save for the desk lamp. She sat down on the futon and started to roll another jay. The lack of illumination cast an eerie glow on the room. I looked up at Sean in anticipation. He was standing at the foot of the bed staring down at me with a wide grin. He licked his lips absentmindedly.

I fixated my eyes on his face, which was cast in shadow. He deftly pulled his shirt over his head revealing a smooth, chiseled chest. I made a mental note that he was still hairless, which means after we shaved him he continued to shave his chest on his own. Sean quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, hopping from foot to foot, and then pulled off his pants. That left him in his boxers.

"So what exactly are you going to do to me?" I asked, only the slightest hint of nervousness in my voice. My cock was twitching, ready for whatever he had to dish out, and was now standing at full attention.

"Oh, you'll see. It's time for the tough senior to learn he's not big man on campus anymore."

I laughed in spite of myself. "Oh don't even try to talk smack, kid. It's just too fucking funny."

"Don't be a stunod, Marc," I heard Julie say from the futon. "You're tied to the bed and at the little shit's mercy. And I'm not coming to your rescue. I want to see this."

I rolled my eyes, and Sean crawled onto the bed, up to my crotch. He had with him two shoelaces. "This is so you don't come too early," he said. He reached down and gave my cock a few tugs. My whole body tensed up at the touch of his warm hand. He then the laces and tied my cock and balls tight.

Very tight. I gasped as he pulled them taught. The sensation was incredible, the whole hard shaft engorged and throbbing. He put a bit of the KY onto his hand and rubbed it all over my shaft and cockhead. Then he started to slowly, loosely give me a hand job. I was in heaven. His fingers would lightly graze over the top of the head, sending chills up my spine and into my neck. Sometimes he used his fingernails to lightly scratch the head, around the piss-slit, up the length of my hard, aching dick. I wanted to cum so badly, but the tied laces made it virtually impossible. I was now moaning very audible, and began to strain against the cuffs.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "Please make me cum, Sean, please make me cum!"

"I don't think so," he said in a hoarse whisper. He continued to torture my cock and balls, stroking my glistening, dripping cock gently, massaging my balls between his fingers. Every time I thought I was getting close, my breathing would quicken and he would give my balls a squeeze, sending a sharp pain into my gut. This was unbelievably excruciating.

Sean soon tired of playing with my cock, and climbed off the bed. He went to the dresser where he grabbed one of my candles and lit it with a match from a matchbook I kept in my top desk drawer. He climbed back onto the bed with the lit candle and hovered over my body.

"What the fuck are you doing Sean?" I said. I was scared. He had a devilish look in his eyes. "Julie, don't fucking let him drip wax on me!" The buzz I had going from the weed was almost completely gone now.

Julie looked over in my direction and said, "I told you I wasn't going to rescue you. You made your bed. You lie in it."

"It was your goddamn idea to tie him up and teach him that fucking lesson in the first place!" I cried. My face was flushing and I was struggling violently against the chains. There was no way I was going to let him drop hot wax on me, no fucking way.

"He already punished me nice and good for that one, hon," she replied, nonchalantly fondling one of her breasts while she answered, a sly grin on her face. That sent me over the edge. The image of Julie tied down and being fucked by Sean was too much. I went to cry out to her in ire but my cry turned into not one of anger but of pain.

Sean had let a drop of wax fall right onto the middle of my chest, right below my pecs. "AHHHHH fuck that stings!" I cried. And fuck it did. It only stung for a second and the pain went away quickly as the wax hardened. But the absence of pain was quickly replaced by another drop, right under my right nipple. I cried out again. "Julie make him fucking stop! Now!" Splat. Another drop landed on, me this time right on top of my left nipple.

That one stung like a motherfucker. I cried out again.

He continued to drip wax onto my body, covering my chest with spots of yellow wax. He moved down slowly towards my legs, coating my thighs, coming dangerously close to my cock. Each time I twitched and yelped under the sting. Although I was beginning to become dull to the pain, but despite the hot onslaught my cock remained rigid.

When Sean tired of dripping wax onto my body, he moved the candle right over my cock, poised and ready, pointing slightly towards my face. "Don't you dare fucking do it!" I yelled. "Don't you fucking dare!" Sean grinned. "Stop it right there!" I cried.

"Um, let me think, no." He tipped the candle and a drop of scalding hot wax hit my dick, right underneath where the head meets the shaft and ran slowly down. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Julie spoke up from the couch. "I think he's had enough, kiddo," she said. "Come away from him." She beckoned him towards the futon. I lay there, breathing heavily, feeling the wax coating my body harden.

Sean walked over to Julie, who at some point had gotten completely naked. I hadn't been too attentive as to what was going on around me at the time, so I never noticed. She stood up and met Sean, kissing him passionately on the lips. I turned my head to watch and could see their tongues darting in and out. Sean had one arm around her back, the other one was fondling one of her breasts, slowly squeezing and pinching the nipple. Julie had her arms around his waist. She put her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and kneaded his tight, firm ass cheeks.

"What the fuck to you think you're doing, you two!" I cried. "Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend you goddamn motherfucking cocksucking sonofabitch!" This was pissing me off to no end. She was my girlfriend. I was the one who was in love with her. She was the one who was supposed to marry me, although admittedly I still hadn't asked. Damn it, I was the one she was supposed to want. Why was she torturing me like this.

And oddly enough, at the same time, it bothered me that he was fucking her and not me. He was my little freshman slut, my little freshman cocksucker. He was supposed to be lusting after me, that's what Steve thought. And I couldn't tell if I was mad because he was groping my girlfriend's naked body, of if I was upset because he wasn't groping my naked body.

Regardless of why I was pissed, I still was. And I continued to get even more pissed. He was guiding her back to the futon, and she lay down, her head resting on one of the arm pillows. He shucked his shorts and I saw in the dim light that his penis was rock sold hard and the tip was twinkling in the light, coated with his precum. He lay his body down across hers and I saw him press his dick against her pussy. She reached down and grasped his cock, guiding him into her. She shuttered as his slid inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU WHORE!" I screamed. "Don't let him fuck you!" My throat was going hoarse. But they ignored me. Sean slowly slipped in and out of Julie's tight pussy and with each little stroke Julie raised her hips off the futon and met his. She was stroking his back softly. He was staring into her eyes intently. I could hear their labored breathing over the music. I struggled in vain once more against the cuffs. I wanted them to stop. I didn't want them having sex. She was mine. He was mine. They weren't each others.

"Oh, yeah, right there, babe," I heard Julie moan. I closed my eyes. Stop it, I whined barely audibly, stop it. I didn't want to see Sean's lean, tan body fucking my girlfriend, I didn't want to see his beautiful hands cupping her delicious breasts, his soft boy lips encircling her large pink nipples, suckling them, licking them, loving them. But I could hear the moans. Stop it. I could hear the sucking, the slurping, the grunting. Stop it!

I opened my eyes and looked back over. Sean was sucking on the nape of Julie's neck, thrusting in and out of her, bucking in unison. Their groans grew louder. Sean called out Julie's name. Julie called out his. Their pace quickened. I could hear Sean's balls slapping against her with each goddamn trust. I couldn't handle this, not at all.

"Stop it, please!" I half called, half sobbed. "Stop it, both of you, just stop!" I closed my eyes tightly again. I tried to block out their moans and concentrate on the music, but my ears were in tune to only one thing. I continued to mutter "stop" over and over again, until it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper. Julie can't choose Sean over me, she can't! And how can Sean possibly want Julie that badly? I nearly fainted from anguish when I heard Sean climax.

"Oh God Julie!" I heard him call out. "I think . . . I think I'm coming, oh fuck yeah!"

"Fill me up, Sean!" she cried, "fill me up with your beautiful boyjuice!"

"Noooooo!" I heard myself moan.

"YESSSS!" Sean cried, "Here it coooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmes!" Julie moaned even louder. After that there was silence. Only heaving breathing as they came down from their orgasmic high. I had to blink to get out the tears that were welling up in my eyes. My whole body was convulsing from intense emotional agony. I was torn in two. Julie and Sean, Sean and Julie. What did I want? Who did I want?

I opened my eyes. Sean was laying on top of Julie, still inside her. Both their heads were turned and they were staring in my direction. "I think we've played with him enough," Julie said. She smiled softly.

I sniffed. "Please don't do that again," I whispered. "Please."

Sean frowned. He looked concerned, upset. "Yeah, I think we have."

"Just one more game, though," she said. My whole body shook.

"No, please don't."

"Oh, you'll like this one, won't he, Sean?"

Sean smiled and climbed off of Julie. The sweat coating his body shined in the dim light, his cock limp and wet with Julie's cunt juices. Julie stood behind him, her trim body also glistening from sweat, her creamy breasts bouncing as she rose. She went over to the bad she had brought and pulled out her strap-on. I shuttered. The dildo was small, only about six or seven inches, but still, this was not what I had planned for the evening.

Julie left Sean standing in all his naked glory, and step to the foot of the bed. "This time," she said, "I'm going to be the man." She strapped the dildo around her waist and unfastened the cuffs that bound my ankles. She lifted one of my legs and began to run her tongue up the inside. She slowly licked her way up. I twitched when she get behind my knee because it tickled. I shuttered as she licked her way up my inner thigh to my crotch. She avoided my balls but instead pressed her face below them, licking the patch of skin between my balls and my ass. That drove me wild. I involuntarily groaned with pleasure.

The began to give my whole nether regions a tongue bath, my ass, my balls, my hole. It was wild! She then stuck her tongue into my whole and twisted it around a bit, flicking it in and out. I groaned even louder as she continued to tongue fuck me, getting my manpussy nice and wet. When she was satisfied, she pulled her mouth away and replaced her tongue with one of her fingers. I hadn't been assfucked in awhile so I was tight. Really tight.

"Hey Sean," she called, "toss me the lube, will ya, babe?"

I looked up to see Sean staring at what was going on in the bed. He was dazed and his cock was growing longer. He snapped out of his reverie and handed Julie the lube. She put a glob on her fingers and worked a second one into my ass. She was digging around like she was searching for buried treasure. And she found it. She hit a spot that made my cock ache and throb even harder. God, I needed to come so bad but the fact that my jewels were bound didn't make that possible.

Julie took another bit of KY and lubed up the dildo as she inserted a third finger. When she felt she'd got me good and ready she grabbed my legs and slung them over her shoulders. She positioned the dildo at the opening of my hole and said, "He goes, cowboy!" With one quick thrust she rammed the dildo into my awaiting hole. It was like she stuck a red hot poker up there. My ass was on fire. I was used to being cornholed slowly, not so goddamn rough.

As Julie started to fuck me with the strap-on, she called back to Sean. "I think the boy's hungry," she said. "Wanna give him a snack?"

Sean's cock was at full attention now, and was dripping precum copiously. He crawled over to me and straddled my chest. I could feel the dried wax crumbling under his weight, the warmth of his thighs as they pressed into my chest and side. He inched his way forward, his one-eyed devil dangerously close to my face. He rubbed the tip around on my chin, making it sticky with his precum and Julie's cuntjuice. "Tell me you want to suck it," he said hoarsely.

I was in agony and I didn't know what to say. Julie was ramming her dildo up my ass, I was covered in wax, chained to a bed, and my cock was practically screaming for release. But I was pissed at both of them. I'd be happy if I never saw his goddamned cock again. And besides, I wasn't a cocksucker, I was a guy who could appreciate the beauty of the male body.

But I wanted to suck his dick so badly.

"Tell me you want to suck my cock, bitch," Sean said, slapping my face with his hard-on.

I took a deep breath. "Please let me suck your cock, Sean."

Sean smiled and inched closer. I tilted my head up as the head of his cock touched my lips. I opened my mouth hesitantly, but soon it was wide open, Sean's glistening shaft sliding in. I was at an awkward angle, I knew my neck was going to get sore very quickly, but since my hands were bound, I had only my tongue and mouth with which to work Sean to a climax. His cock tasted delicious tonight, what with both his creamy precum, velvety smooth skin, and Julie's juices.

Julie's anal assault was driving me mad as well. Every thrust it seemed hit my prostate and every time she hit my prostate my bound cock and balls twitched, begging me to come. She also worked my legs with her hands, caressing them. Every now and then she bit down on my ankles lightly. I was in heaven and hell all at once. This was torture, pure and simple.

I worked Sean's cock as quickly as I could. I figured the sooner he got off the sooner they'd let me get off. I'd sucked him off enough times to know what he liked, and even though he had come so recently, he was a horny eighteen year old, and was ready to go again. It was only a few minutes and he was erupting his sweet jizz down my throat. "Yeah, take my cum, faggot," he moaned, "take it all!" He pulled out so the last few spurts hit my face.

A few drops got in my eye, which didn't make me happy. Sean sat back on my chest, panting.

"Please let me come," I begged. "I really fucking need to." Sean turned around to look at Julie who was still plowing my ass. She shrugged.

"Yeah, let's let him." Sean flipped around so he was still sitting on my chest, only facing my crotch. He slid backwards a bit, pressing his ass into my face. I took a good whiff of his sweaty crack and my cock twitched again. Sean reached down and untied the laces, releasing my cock. He pressed his lips around the tip of my dick and gave it a few strokes with a free hand. It took me about six seconds to cum. Volley after volley of thick sperm flew into Sean's mouth, he couldn't take all of it. It sprayed his face and he quickly sat up, watching the torrents of cum wash over my belly. The last few spurts oozed out, down my shaft and into my pubes.

I lay there panting heavily. Julie pulled out and, removing the strap-on said, "Sean, clean him up. I need to get off again." Sean climbed off my body and went into the bathroom. Julie climbed onto my face and said, "Marc, I need to cum, badly. I know you know what to do."

My hands still tied, I couldn't have objected even if I wanted to. Julie's thighs surrounded my face and I was presented with the aroma of sex. My tongue slid out of my mouth and into her folds. I could taste her cum mixed with Sean's, salty and sweet and sticky and just fucking yummy. I drove my face deep into her pussy, I knew exactly where her clit was. I found it easily and began to caress it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned with delight. I felt Sean return and start to wipe my dick and pubes with a warm washcloth.

Julie started to buck up and down on my face, trying to drive her pussy farther onto my tongue. My mouth was getting tired, but the way she was squirming I knew she was almost there. Sean had stopped washing my prick and started removing the dried wax from my body, which hurt only when he caught hair.

"Oh shit!" Julie cried, "I'm coming, Marc, oh fuck am I coming!" And come she did. Her whole body spasmed above me, I thought she was going to break my neck. I felt the rush of her juices flowing into my mouth and spilling over onto my chin and down my neck and face. She squeezed her legs in with each wave, nearly crushing my head. I swear to God she orgasmed for at least a minute. It was amazing. When she crawled off of me, my whole body was washed and cleaned by Sean, aside from my mouth. Julie collapsed next to me.

I looked over to Sean, who was getting ready to put the washcloth away. "Sean," I called, "could you clean off my face, now?" He smirked and crawled over. Instead of using the washcloth, though, he bent over and began to lick Julie's cum off my face, first my cheeks, then my chin, down to my neck. I could almost feel my cock stirring again. Then he licked the juices of my lips, his tongue was so moist and warm. I opened my mouth slightly and he clamped his lips over mine. Locked in a passionate kiss, we probed each other's mouths like it was our first time. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away and looked into my eyes, smiling.

I smiled back. "Do you think you can untie me now?" Both Julie and Sean laughed. They unlocked the cuffs and I sat up to stretch, gingerly massaging my aching wrists.

I left the two of them behind to go take a piss, and while I was relieving my bladder, I thought about the evening. This was not your typical Sean/Julie/Marc fuckfest. I, at least, had some serious issues about the evening. I knew it would have happened sooner or later, but our nice little sexual triangle had become severely screwed up. That is if it had ever been un-screwed up to begin with. It was obvious. Sean was no longer just a boy-toy. All three of us were emotionally attached.

And we were going to have to deal with this.

But not tonight, I was exhausted. I went back into the bedroom to find both Julie and Sean asleep, even though it was before midnight. Julie was on the far side of the bed against the wall, Sean on the outside. The bed was only a twin so there really wasn't room for me anyway. I pulled on a pair of shorts, found an old blanket in the closet and laid down on the futon. I didn't want to sleep with either of them anyway. I was disgusted.

I'd deal with it tomorrow, though. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I did eventually, but it was very restless and my dreams were plentiful and extremely far from pleasant.

Thanks everybody for all the response. There will be more to follow. As always, comments and suggestions are welcomed.

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