CORRUPTING A MINOR
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 16
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping and warm radiance of the early morning springtime sun that was cascading through the open window. I still had my face buried in Sean's chest, my arm across his torso and our legs intertwined. We hadn't moved all night. Although a quick glance at my watch told me we hadn't been asleep very long, since it was barely six o'clock.
Gently I crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Sean. He stirred and rolled onto his side as I climbed out of the bed, but he didn't open his eyes. I swear to God, he looked like an adolescent angel lying there naked, the bright sunlight falling in lines on his bare flesh, his full, supple lips forming the faintest hint of a smile as he lay there in blissful slumber. Christ, I was torn up inside. I found myself repeating my mantra about loving Julie above all else, and that Julie was the safe choice, the best choice, the right choice.
But I just couldn't convince myself that I was being honest.
I forced all thoughts of my fucked up relationship out of my mind and decided that I needed to finish packing because I had to be in line by eight or I didn't get to march. As I found my underwear on the other side of the room and pulled it on, I noticed that my chest was covered with Sean's dried sperm. I smiled, and got a washcloth and went into the bathroom to wash up.
No time to shower, but I couldn't go to my commencement wreaking of cum.
I remained in my boxers and packed up my remaining clothes and toiletries, and took down a few posters I had left on the walls. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake Sean.
He opened his eyes and stretched as I was taping up the last box. "Morning, sleepy," I said, as he sat up and wrapped the sheets around his naked waist, an unnecessary show of modesty which I thought was the most adorable thing in the world. "Did you have a good night's sleep."
Sean rubbed his eyes, drowsily, and yawning said, "Yeah. I had the best dream. I dreamt that you and I --" and then he paused, looked down at his bare skin, and looked back up with a devilishly coy grin plastered across his face. "Oh, I guess it wasn't a dream then, was it?"
I shook my head in mock disgust. "I'd have killed you if you didn't remember last night, you little prick."
He laughed, and then suddenly flung the covers aside and stood up in all his beautiful naked glory. Slowly he walked over to me and put his hands on my upper arms. "If I remember correctly, I'm one up on you," he said, seductively.
Briefly, I was confused, but he quickly pressed his lips to mine which I instantly parted to let his hot tongue scratch and tickle the inside of my mouth. I nearly melted at his touch. Never before had he been able to send me into sheer ecstasy so quickly. Something had changed last night. I was now putty in his hands, malleable, fuckable. I almost collapsed on the floor as he slid his hand down my tight stomach and beneath my boxers, grabbing my semi-hard cock and stroking it ever so gently. His hand was fire in my loins and my dick instantly sprang to life.
We broke our kiss, and Sean licked his way down my body, pausing to suckle my nipples for a bit, all the while stroking my cock inside of my shorts. He crouched down to a kneeling position and yanked my underwear down to my ankles. My tool popped out, slapped against my stomach and splashed Sean in the face with a tiny drop of pre-cum, which perched on the tip of his tiny button nose before falling to the ground.
Sean looked up at me, his big brown eyes filled with lust, hunger, need. I was breathing heavily now. I wanted him to suck my like my cum was the only substance on earth that could fulfill him, sustain him. I closed my eyes and moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked across my piss-slit, making my knees buckle. And then Julie's face flashed in my mind. Julie, my fiancée, the person who knew the most about me, what I needed, what I wanted, what I hated, what I feared, who always cut the top crust and just the top crust off my sandwiches, who knew right where the knot just below my right shoulder blade was and just how to get it out, who loved me more than she loved anyone else. And I couldn't get the image to go away.
Just as Sean was tightening his lips around the tip of my cock, I gently slid him off. He looked up at me quizzically. "Sean," I started, "we shouldn't — I mean, we can't -- I mean Julie . . ."
Instantly a look of pain shot across his face, which was quickly followed by exasperation. A look that said to me, nothing's changed, has it you bastard? nothing at all I'm still just a fuck toy to you, aren't I? nothing but a piece of meat to stick up your ass when you feel empty.
But that wasn't it. He wasn't. He meant more to me than that. And in that moment, I knew that I couldn't marry Julie. But I wasn't ready to commit myself to Sean either. Christ this was complicated, I thought. We are going to have to discuss this one, big time.
I was jerked out of my stupor by Sean. "It always comes back to Julie, doesn't it?" he said, bitterly.
I looked down at him and smiled. Not a sarcastic smile, not an ecstatic smile, but an understanding smile. "Fuck Julie," I said, and pressed his face back into my groin.
He was a bit stunned to say the least, but he quickly regained his composure and began sucking on my manhood like the good cocksucker I knew he was. He kneaded my firm buttocks with his hands as I pistoned my dick in and out of his hot mouth. He'd taken me many a time so he I knew he could deep throat me with little problem. I chuckled silently as I remembered the first time he tried to get over the gag reflex.
I ran my fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, and behind his ears. He was doing such a goddamn good job. Every time he pulled off me, he ran his tongue in circles on the tip of my cockhead, sending shivers of splendor into my groin and throughout my entire body.
He ran his finger down my crack as he continued to lick and suck my shaft, poking at the entrance to my ass with the tip. I inched my butt back onto it, indicating that by God I wanted his finger up there right now! He quickly complied and he was soon wiggle away in search of my male G-spot. It didn't take him long either, God bless him. I was soon bucking back and forth, standing there in the middle of my room, underwear around my ankles and a hot, tender adolescent mouth on my cock.
Sean reached up and grasped my balls with his free hand, the one that wasn't finger-fucking my asshole. Gently he massaged my tender sacks as I flailed around. Each thrust forward found my cock buried deep in his tight throat, and each thrust back found Sean's finger buried deep in my tight chute.
And then, it was all over. I closed my eyes, let out a few strangled grunts, rose myself up on my toes and started to twitch. Sean thrust his finger in one last time, applying electrifying pressure on my prostate, and pulled his mouth off my prick slightly so that when the eruption came it did so over his tongue. If anything, he did like his manjuice in the morning. My balls drew up tightly against my skin, heavy and full in Sean's hand. And then as if all the heaven exploded at once, I came in torrent into his waiting mouth. I swear to fucking God I heard angels or something singing. I held onto Sean's head for dear life, and I'll be damned if I didn't leave fingernail marks I was squeezing so fucking hard.
As my orgasm subsided, Sean withdrew his finger from my ass and let my softening cock slip from his mouth. It dangled loosely between my legs, dripping saliva and `aftercum.' Sean looked up at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. I smiled back, and cupped my hands underneath his face, rubbing my fingers lightly along his stubble. Slowly I raised him to his feet, not letting go of his face, and pressed my lips firmly against his. He opened his mouth and I assaulted him with my tongue. I could taste my salty cum which I had just unleashed and it tasted fantastic. I pulled away and kissed his neck and face, savoring the taste of his own salty, sweaty, beautiful flesh.
I reached down and grasped his cock, which was rock hard and oozing pre-cum like a fucking faucet, and gave it a few tugs. He parted his lips slightly and let out a passionate moan.
And we nearly toppled over when someone began to pound on the door.
As if someone had just lit a fire under our bare asses, we galvanized into a frantic frenzy. Sean quickly scrambled to the bed and tore at the sheets looking for his underwear. I almost tripped as I pulled my boxers on over my sticky, slimy dick.
"Who is it?" I called, sounding like I was out of breath because I'd just been interrupted while having mad, animalistic sex. Oh wait. . .
"It's Julie, you freak," came the reply, "open the fucking door."
I shot a nervous glance at Sean who had thankfully found his underwear and T-shirt but couldn't find his pants. He mouthed as much to me and I had a sudden panic that I accidentally packed them earlier this morning. I had to stall Julie.
"I'm not decent," I called, yanking on the pair of pants I was going to wear to graduation. Sean was panicking and I came to the sudden realization that I never locked the door the night before.
"Oh, for Chrissake, Marc," Julie cried, "it's not like I've never seen you naked before. Hurry up, we need to meet Steve in like 5 minutes." I saw the door opening. "Oh, wait, it's not locked." Shit. I leapt over one of the boxes that littered my floor, and stopped from opening the door all the way, so only her head was peeking in.
"Morning, darling," I said, and gave her a kiss on the mouth.
"Jesus, Marc," she said, "you're breath smells like cum." And then her eyes perked up in this `aha' sort of way, which was quickly followed by a scowl, as she pushed the door open more. She looked over my shoulder to see Sean sitting in bed in his shirt and boxers, with a sheet haphazardly wrapped around him. He looked like a kid with his hand caught in the candy jar, although I don't know why since I was the one who should feel the guiltiest.
"Good morning, Sean," she said unevenly. "Did you have fun at the party last night?" He blushed and grunted something inaudible. Then he hung his head and just sat there.
"Look, Julie," I started.
"Whatever," she said. The exasperated look on her face told me instantly to drop the subject. But I insisted.
"Julie, it's not --"
"I said, whatever." My whole body was flushed red with shame. What the hell was I doing? I asked myself. I was doomed to fail at both relationships, I was fairly convinced of that. "We have to meet Steve soon, and we don't want to be late to line up. My parent's will be royally pissed."
"Ok," I mumbled, "I'll be there in a few." I kissed her gently on the cheek and to my relief she kissed me back. I closed the door, leaned my forehead against it and sighed.
Sean broke me out of my reverie. "You're going to leave, aren't you?" he asked, his voice unsteady.
"I have to," I said, going to my closet and pulling on the shirt that I had left unpacked my big morning. "They won't let me walk if I'm late. Dean Langton was very adamant about that."
"That's not what I mean," he said. Was he sniffing? "I mean you're going to leave me. For her." I stopped buttoning my shirt and stared at him. He looked so sad and vulnerable sitting, curled up on my bed, his arms clutched tightly around his own torso. I wanted to take him in my arms, hold him close, and tell him I was never going to leave him, because I loved him, and I always would, and that I couldn't marry Julie. I really did. Honestly.
But instead I shook my head, and said, "Let's not talk about this right now."
"Then when? This is all your fault, you know? You started this."
"Fuck, Sean," I moaned, "we went over this before. What happened that night was nobody's fault. It was just --"
"Not that first night," he said softly. "Last night. I was perfectly content. I'd forgotten about you, or at least convinced myself I had. I was happy that we were still friends and that you would always love me like that at least. And then you go and cloud everything up. Why did you sleep with me last night? Why? What the hell is going on in that twisted head of yours? Do you love me or not?"
Yes, I did love him. And I wanted to tell him. But it was complicated. Or at least I perceived it as complicated. Instead of saying, yes I love you Sean! I said, "I can't do this right now, we'll deal with this later."
"You're always dealing with me later," he said roughly.
But at this point I was frustrated and anxious and I just snapped. "What the fuck do you want from me, huh? I have to leave here in like two fucking minutes or I don't get to walk up on that stage and my parents don't get to see me pick up a fucking piece of paper that I can't even fucking read because I don't fucking speak Latin and that they dropped $140,000 for and if that happens let me tell you they will be fucking pissed. And then I'd have to tell them that the reason I didn't make it on time wasn't because I overslept or something stupid like that, but because the freshman guy that I'm balling wanted me to talk about our relationship!"
Sean sat in stunned silence. Ah, that was classic right there: avoidance and sarcasm, my two staples. I finished dressing without another word. I grabbed my cap and gown, I figured I could get it on while we waited to line up. I opened the door to leave and as I did so looked back at Sean. There were definitely tears dripping down his cheeks. Not a lot, but enough. Now I was feeling pangs of guilt about this too.
I walked over to the bed and put my hand behind his neck. I drew him in and kissed him on the forehead. He didn't resist, but he stayed quiet. "Look, Sean, I really do want to talk to you about this. There's a lot I need to say, and I just don't have the time right now. You're not leaving with Chatham till tomorrow morning, right?" He nodded. "Good, I'll come find you after the ceremony. I'm having lunch with mine and Julie's parents. But right afterwards, ok?"
Sean didn't answer. I lifted his chin so I could see his face. He looked utterly miserable. "After lunch, ok?" I repeated. He nodded. "Your room, three 0'clock?" He nodded again. I kissed him softly on the lips. He didn't really respond. But he didn't push me away. That was a good sign. Perhaps I hadn't messed everything up completely.
Commencement was mostly a blur. It turns out I didn't really need to get there as early as I did, they left the doors to Payton Hall open a half hour after they said they would close them. I was hungry, because I hadn't had any breakfast, and since we were sitting alphabetically, didn't get to sit near Julie or Steve or anyone else I liked for that matter.
I knew the guy to my right, he was one of Steve's brothers, and he had brought a deck of cards, so we played gin pretty much the whole time. The speaker was uninteresting, some former senator or someone. No one important wanted to come up to Bumblefuck, New England to speak, and I couldn't blame them.
I can't describe the feelings I had when I walked up on stage, heard my name read, and got my piece of rolled up Latin parchment and shook the president's hand. I can't describe them because I don't remember them. My mind was immersed in a black fog. I was overcome with so many different emotions, leaving the best four years of my life, a place I had come to think of truly as home, having to cope with Julie and Sean and my parents when I told them I wasn't going to be getting married. Because that is what I had finally come to fucking realize. Maybe it wouldn't work out with Sean, maybe we were too different, but I had to give it a shot. And that's what I was going to tell him when I saw him.
Lunch went much longer than I had hoped. The ceremony went on forever with over a thousand names read, and the restaurants in our little one street town were overcrowded. When we finished I told my parents to wait in my room, I had to go say goodbye to someone. My father thought that was perfect because he has a `special way' to load up the car and God forbid anyone mess up his system. And my mother could sit on my bed and cry about her baby being all grown up.
I knocked on Sean's door. There was no answer, which confused me. I knocked again. Again no answer. It was only shortly after three, and I told him I'd be there at three, and he knew I was usually late.
A guy I knew from down the hall was moving out with his parents as well, and he came walking down the hallway. "Hey Josh," I called, "have you seen Sean?"
"Not today," he said. "Oh, and congrats on the graduation, bud."
"You too, Josh," I answered pleasant, but I was concerned. I looked all over for Sean. My parents had finished loading the car and I still hadn't found him. Steve thought maybe he and Chatham had decided to leave early. Julie told me to forget about it, obviously aware that it would be detrimental to her if I did see him. And my father wanted to beat the traffic. What fucking traffic, I had no idea, but my father is always in a hurry to beat something.
I knocked once more on his door, and called for him to open up, that I really needed to talk to him.
"He's not in there, Marc," Julie said, coming up from behind and putting her arms around my waist. "And you're parents want to leave." She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed me tighter.
I sighed. I guess I had to go, but I couldn't leave it like this. I couldn't tell Sean about this over the phone. And if I didn't tell him soon, and he found someone else then what the hell was I going to do? Then it occurred to me I didn't know where he lived in Colorado. His parents had just moved and I never got his new number or address.
Resigned, I slowly walked away. Outside of my dorm I gave Julie a kiss, we'd talk to each other over the summer. She was moving to New York in July and I didn't start med school until the end of August. Steve was also moving to the City, some kind of computer consulting.
I climbed into the back seat of the car and looked up at my dorm. My window looked so empty without the tie-dyed sheet I'd hung up as a curtain. I looked down a few windows to Sean's room. It was far, and the sun was shining brightly causing a glare, but I could swear I could see a face in the window, looking down. I couldn't be sure that I wasn't seeing things, but just in case I waved and then blew him a kiss.
Just so he'd be sure.
In a short while the car had driven down the hill and the dorm, in fact the whole college, was completely out of sight.
This is not the end, although it might as well be. I emailed Sean that summer, but got his automatic vacation message saying he was unable to access his account until school started back up again in September. I suppose I could have tried harder to contact him, but I was emotionally exhausted. The inertia of the moment kept me from making more of an effort.
I worked for a landscaping contractor that summer, building up my muscles, working on my tan, smoking a lot of weed (my shitty life drove me back to that) and not thinking about Julie or Sean or anything really. I visited Julie a few times in New York before moving there myself. Then I got immersed in med school.
The weekend of Homecoming was the weekend before a major exam and medical school was more difficult than anything I encountered in college, so believe it or not I stayed home and studied instead of going back to my dear alma mater and partying my brains out.
Sean and I emailed back and forth a few times that fall, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him how I thought I felt over the phone or over the computer. Besides, he seemed happy, or at least not sad. And we totally avoided the issue of our relationship. Surprisingly Julie and I never talked about it either. She never brought it up and I never wanted to.
Julie continued to make the wedding plans, and having never talked to Sean I never bothered to stop her. Pretty soon we had an April date set with a honeymoon in Hawaii during my spring break. I guess you really can't fuck with inertia. Besides, out of sight, out of mind, eh? Steve was my best man. I wanted Sean to be a groomsman but he was studying abroad in Rome that term so he declined. I had a brief maddening thought that I could buy him a plane ticket home that weekend, but better judgment kicked in, for once in my life. The wedding was small, but nice. Some family and friends, we couldn't afford much. Lots of drunkenness. It was good. Sean sent us a card.
So that's what I'll have to tell my grandchildren when they ask me why I married grandma. I felt so overcome with love after she and my gay lover raped and tortured me that I proposed on a bathroom floor the next morning, and after changing my mind twice, I couldn't get a hold of the gay lover due to lack of a forwarding address and I ended up keeping the wedding because everything was already set in motion and the momentum was too great to overcome.
Momentum. Go fucking figure.
The real question is, am I happy? And like I said before, yes. I always knew I would be happy with Julie. Am I the happiest I could be? Could I have been happier with Sean? I guess I'll never know. I suppose I'll have to see what happens when I see him again. If I see him again.
I may have spent my senior year of college corrupting a minor, but I can tell you this for sure: he did a hell of a lot more damage to me than I could ever have done to him.
THE END
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who emailed me with comments, suggestions, and support. As a writer, there is nothing better than know that what you write is enjoyable.
I'd also like to apologize to everyone for the less-than-picturesque ending.
Trust me, it's better than the original one I had thought of.
Marc, miniegg69@hotmail.com
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