Corrupting a Minor

CORRUPTING A MINOR

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

CHAPTER 3: The Party

Sean pulled on a pair of brown cargo pants, a long sleeve T-shirt promoting some indie band I'd never heard of, and a pair of New Balance running shoes, following my casual lead rather than Julie's dress-to-kill style. He finished off the ensemble with the white baseball cap he'd been wearing before the little marathon tryst we had just completed. Julie went back to her room to change for the third time that night, which gave Sean and I a few minutes to shoot the shit.

We avoided the topic of recent events, and instead he asked me about medical school. He asked where I wanted to go. I told him Harvard would be great, but that I'd really wanted to get out of the northeast. New York was far enough, and I'd had my eye set on either Columbia or NYU. It all was banking on my letters of recommendation, because (as I bragged quite a bit) my MCAT scores were well above the national average and I was hopefully going to graduate either magna or summa cum laude.

I tried to ask him a few questions about his life, as we really didn't know each other that well since Julie was the one who talked to him all the time, but she changed very quickly for a change and interrupted us before I could find out anything about him.

The walk over to Parker Street was fairly short because our dorm was on that side of campus. The alcohol had pretty much worn off. Despite the volumes that Julie and I had consumed, the hour and a half long fuck session pretty much purged it from our systems. I was still a little tipsy but could still walk in a straight line.

I could hear the party from the other end of the street, and when we got up to the front lawn of ASX I could tell that it was still kicking. It was only about half past one so we were yet to reach the climax. In fact, there was a line of people waiting to get in. The house was a three story colonial with battered blue shutters and a large front porch, typical New England manse.

"Shit," Sean said. "That line is huge. It'll take us forever to get in."

"Non probleme, mon frere," Julie replied, "Is there, babe?" She gave my ass a little squeeze.

I smirked. "Not at all. Come on." I motioned for them to follow me. We bypassed the line and walked up to the front porch, where this group of freshmen girls were shamelessly flirting with the two guys at the door. They were of course egging them on and I wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them, if not both, got laid tonight. I looked to see who was guarding the door. I didn't recognize the tall blond on the left. He must have been a new pledge. But I did recognize the shorter red-head on the right. Alex was a senior, and sharing a sweet room on the third floor with Steve, my freshman year roommate. He was a babe, and I had a really brief flash me pumping his ass, which I quickly put out of my mind.

"Hey, Alex," I said waltzing up, "How's it hanging." I grasped his hand with mine in a firm hand-claps / hand-shake, typical guy thing.

"Marc, buddy," he slurred, obviously drunk. "How ya been? It's about time you got here. Party's been dead without you!" I laughed, as I sidled past him and he moved on to Julie. "Jules, babe, long time no see. How's about a little smooch?" He tapped his cheek with his forefinger a couple times.

Julie just glided past him. "I don't think so." Alex scowled and Julie laughed and then complied, planting a sloppy wet kiss on his unshaven cheek. She spit over her shoulder and said, "That's the last one your getting until you learn how to use a razor."

Sean followed Julie and Alex put a large arm in his pathway to block his entrance. "Woah, where do you think you're going, shithead."

"Hey, Alex," I called, "He's with us."

"Oh, sorry dude. Go on in."

Sean looked half frazzled and half grateful as he followed us into the foyer. And with that we had successfully got our way passed at least a 45 minute line.

"That was impressive," Sean cooed. "We just jumped that line like it was nothing."

"Well, I'm practically a brother here," I replied.

"Come on," Julie whined, "Let's go dance!"

"I want to find Steve," I said.

"Party pooper," Julie pouted. "Come on, Sean, dance with me." Sean looked at me with this sheepish grin, shrugged, and let Julie drag him off to the room the Alpha's had converted to the dance floor for the evening. I felt a little pang of jealousy over Julie and her new boy toy, but I'd get over it.

I asked one of the brothers if he'd seen Steve, and he directed me to the basement. I wasn't surprised by that. Steve was either drinking and playing pool, drinking and playing beer pong, or just plain drinking.

I was wrong however. He wasn't doing any of that. He was drinking and tending bar. Well, pouring beer from a tap into plastic cups, but that's what bartending in college really is. I pushed my way through the crowd of people milling, having chugging contests, playing pong, or making out.

I ended up having a few beers behind the bar with Steve, watching the people, and shooting the shit. We talked mostly about how great our upcoming senior year was going to be, how many chicks he was going to bag, and how Julie and I were getting along. I didn't mention Sean. I still didn't know what to make of our evening. I did notice Sean's roommate, Chatham, fucking around with a group of brothers, laughing and swigging beer. Sean's ex, Breanna, was hanging on his arm the entire time. Somehow I hated that bitch, even though she was probably the sole reason I got to fuck Sean's tight little ass tonight. I also hoped to God that Chatham didn't get too friendly with the brothers. ASX was a good house. Aside from the occasional drunken orgy, these were guys that a girl wouldn't be ashamed to take home to meet her parents. Guys you'd let your sister date. I wouldn't even let my sister look at Chatham. That would be if I had a sister. At that moment I almost wish I had a sister for the express purpose of forbidding her to date him.

After awhile I got a good buzz back and went to go find Sean and Julie on the dance floor. It was crowded, but I found them easily. The deejay was playing some horrid song by Britney Spears, or one of the other peroxide blondes that are ruining pop music. But the two of them seemed to be enjoying it. They were pressed up against each other, groin to groin, grinding and swaying. Julie's face was buried in Sean's neck and his hands were slowly massaging her round little buttocks. I could see what her hands were doing and I don't think I wanted to.

I wedged my way through the crowd and sort of danced my way up behind Julie. I placed my hands on her hips and Sean looked up. My crotch indicated that I wanted his hands to move, so he quickly moved them up to her waist. In a few beats I found the rhythm and the three of us were pumping and grinding away on the dance floor. Julie reached one of her hands back and grasped the back of my thigh, right under my ass and started groping. I followed suit and caressed up and down her leg. We continued this for a while, Sean and I nibbling opposite sides of Julie's neck. I was getting hot. Jesus, I thought, will my cock ever calm down. The little devil was hard again and I was afraid I was going to need to get off soon yet another time.

We went through several songs in this little threesome, attracting some attention, but not much. Everybody else had their own little action going. I even saw this one guy pumping away at this chick's pussy up against the wall. It was subtle, but if you were looking you could tell. She was really getting into it, too. Every now and then she bit down on his neck. I could see her hands cupping his asscheeks and pulling them closer to her with each thrust. That got me even hotter.

At one point Sean put his hand on my hip and started to rub it up and down my thigh. That made me a little uncomfortable. Fucking around behind closed doors was ok, and even though I had a steady girlfriend, I didn't want a false reputation as a fag. So, I pushed his hand away. I looked a little hurt. Shortly after he announced he wanted to go get a drink, he was thirsty. Julie agreed and since I wasn't out to mack on someone and didn't feel like dancing with myself, I grudgingly followed them to the basement.

We made our way to the bar. It wasn't too difficult. It was almost three and the party was clearing out. We took our drinks off to the side. Ah, frat beer swill. Gotta love it. Sean was sipping his cautiously. I don't think the kid had really drunk much before, if at all. I goaded him a bit, calling him a wussy boy and similar things. Julie told me to shut my fucking mouth and stop harassing Sean, even if he was a wussy boy. I think Sean was actually a little embarrassed and started drinking faster.

"Hey, roomie, how's it going." I saw a hand slap Sean on the back. It was that slovenly bear of roommate, Chatham. He looked atrocious, he had beer stains on his T-shirt and his khakis were faded and worn. And the strumpet hanging on his arms was worse. She had a low cut halter top, her huge breasts were hanging out like she forgot she had them when she tried to find a shirt that fit. She had a pair of capri pants that hugged her more than ample hips. In short, she looked like a cow. What Sean had seen in her, I don't know.

To her credit, however, Breanna did have a very pretty face. It was a round, angelic sort of face, and she had the most beautiful big brown eyes. Ok, nevermind, I can see what he saw in her. And for a brief moment I could see what she saw in Chatham. He had a massive build and very chiseled features. Not a bad catch.

"I'm doing fine," Sean answered his roommate. Then he looked at Breanna and forced a smile. "Hi, Breeze, how ya doing?"

Breanna giggled uncontrollably. "Oh, I'm juss fine" she slurred. She stubbled a bit and grabbed Chatham for support, who actually almost toppled as well, although he wasn't nearly as drunk as she was. She raised her half empty glass as a triumph. "I lof alcohol!" she cooed. Then she giggled again. I looked at Julie and we both rolled our eyes.

"Been here long, big guy?" Chatham asked.

"Since one or so. You?"

"All night, baby! Been practicin' my pong. Dude, we should play. I'll kick your ass."

"I don't know how to play," Sean said.

"That's why I'm gonna kick your ass!" He let out a full-bellied laugh. Breanna did too. Sean blushed, and looked uncomfortably at his feet. I felt sorry for him and didn't want him to be embarrassed.

"Maybe not," I said. "How's about me and Sean versus you and Breeze. What do you say, huh? Big guy?" I gave him a hearty slap on the back. He didn't look pleased. "I think that's fair. How about you, Julie? You think it's fair?"

"Hey, I'm staying out of this. Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm volunteering at the shelter at nine. Are you guys going to stay? Cause if you are, I'm leaving."

I looked at Chatham. "I don't. Are we staying, Chatham?"

Chatham looked a little confused, like he was thinking hard. He looked to Breanna, who could barely stand, let alone play pong. He shrugged his shoulders and said with too forced a nonchalance, "Sure, we'll play."

Julie smiled in pure amusement. "Alright boys. Have a good night." She gave Sean a quick peck on the cheek. "Come in quietly tonight, hon," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep kiss goodbye. She slipped the tip of her tongue briefly between my lips, and then we parted.

"I won't even come in," I replied, "I'll just go to my own room."

"Or you could do that." She gave me another quick kiss on the lips and bounded off upstairs. I watched her tight little ass bounce up and down as she hopped up the stairs. Maybe I would wake her up for a quick roll in the hay. Oh, stop it, Marc you fucking horn-ball! Just go play pong!

As I said before, the party was clearing fast, so a table freed up quickly. Chatham and I went to the bar to get the beer. "Four," Chatham said to guy behind the bar, a pledge I didn't know. The pledge had a nice body, if the tight white T-shirt he was wearing showed off his true figure. Boy, I thought, I'd really like to rip that off and -- woah. I stopped myself. I never thought about guys like this before. Sure I could pick out the hots from the nots, and even had a fantasy or two. But here I was checking out this young guy, the guy next to me, the guy at the door. Hell not three hours ago I was fucking my pong partner. And now I was having vivid visions of leaping across the bar and ripping this guy's T-shirt off, of licking his hard chest all over, grasping his nipples between my teeth and biting down as he moaned in ecstasy, of dropping to my knees and pulling his hard cock out his pants and devouring it like I was a kid with a lollipop, of him grasping my head and fucking my face unmercifully as he groaned my name, of sucking and slurping his dripping tool until he unleashed waves of hot, salty cum down my throat and over my tongue and spurting my face and chest with his sticky jism, of grabbing. . .

I pulled myself out of my reverie as I felt my cock stir. A spontaneous boner was not what I needed. I needed to kick this pompous freshman's ass in pong.

"Not four," I said. "We're not playing two-cup. We're going to play tree." I knew that Chatham and Breanna were much drunker than we were. I didn't know how much Sean could handle or how good a player he would be, but I knew I had to stack the odds in our favor.

The cute pledge smirked. "OK, twenty two then. Hey Gregg, get me a tray," he called to another guy across the room.

Chatham looked horrified. "No way, man. Ain't no fucking way Breeze can handle that many. She's almost gone as it is."

"You can drink her share, then."

"No, man. No way. I can't take eleven more beers."

"Not man enough?" I chided.

"Naw, I mean, yeah I could take `em but . . ."

"But what?"

"Ok, fine. Tree."

I smiled. They were fucking dead.

When the beers were poured I carried them over to the table and we arranged them, eleven to a side, in the shape of a Christmas tree, ten in a triangle and one for the stem. I grabbed a couple of paddles and handed one to Sean. We positioned ourselves on one side of the table, with Chatham and Breanna on the other. Sean looked at his paddle funny.

"Um, Marc, someone snapped the handle off."

I chuckled. "It's supposed to be that way. Palm it." He positioned the paddle in the palm of his hand. Fortunately his hand was just big enough. Breanna had to grasp hers with her index finger and thumb.

"You know how to play ping pong?" I asked.

"No" was his response.

"Good," I said. "Because this is nothing like ping pong. Here are the rules in a nutshell. One, you can't slam, you have to lob the ball over. Object is to hit the cups. Hit the cup, they drink half the beer. Sink the ball in the cup, they drink the whole thing. Empty cups get removed. Lose all your beer you lose the game. We alternate who returns. First you, then me, then you, then me, etc. Got it?"

"That's it?"

"Yep. More or less. A few more things. Hit the cup on a serve, you drink. You can't lose on a serve, either. Loser of the volley serves. You have one bounce to return. And you can save."

"Save?"

"If they hit the cup and you can hit it back to their side before it touches the table on ours, it's a save and whoever loses the volley has to drink."

"Can we play now?" Chatham asked impatiently.

"Yes. You guys want to serve?"

"No, you serve." Fucker.

"Marc," Sean said. "Um, one more thing. If the ball lands in the cup, we have to drink from it, right?"

"Yeah."

"Even though it may have landed on the floor?"

I cringed. "Yes. Just try not to think about it." That was the worst part of the game. The floor was covered in mung. Beer, mud, piss and vomit and God knows what else. "Just wipe it off on your pants when it lands on the floor. Ok, let's play."

I served the ball. Chatham cleanly returned the volley. Sean hit the ball but missed the table completely. It took him a few tries to get into the swing of things, but he got it down pretty fast. He just had some accuracy troubles. He made two saves in the first few minutes. I was very impressed. Breanna was less of a liability than I thought. She sunk the first cup. I decided to drink the first one. I downed it in three seconds and tossed the empty cup aside.

"Nice sink, Breeze," I complemented. That one beer hit me hard. If each one did that we weren't going to be getting through eleven beers very easily.

We quickly got Chatham and Breeze down to five beers. When there are a lot on the table it's much easier to sink. But as the game progresses, you are drunker and have a smaller target. We were down to seven and half cups. Aside from the first one that Breeze sunk, Chatham did all the work. I did all the work on my end too, but I don't think anyone noticed that Sean had only hit the cups once, and Chatham saved it and after a few good volleys he hit if off the table and we had to drink.

I was fighting to keep my concentration and I think that Sean was falling apart. He was definitely not a drinker. Breanna might have to be taken home in an ambulance if they lost. Chatham was the only one who was still standing straight and it impressed me a lot. He also had about thirty pounds on me.

In a series of fantastic returns, I managed to get them down to one and half. Sean finally hit a cup, making Breanna have to drink. She had to excuse herself for a minute after that to boot it up into one of the gray garbage cans in the corner of the basement. I think Sean got some sick delight from that.

We needed to finish this fast, but my game was failing. I couldn't save for shit and we lost three halves in a row. We'd gathered a small crowd at this point, and it was terrible because my game was faltering badly. Sean's eyes were glazing over and Breanna threw up once more. We had a dry spell and that was even worse because the effect of the alcohol had some time to sink in more than it had already. In fact, Chatham was now visibly having problems. The serves were wild, the returns even worse.

Sean and I somehow got Chatham and Breanna down to one and half cups, to our five. We were almost assured a victory. But I jumped the gun. I let my guard down and started playing sloppily. Chatham sunk three in a row, making it two to one and half. I don't know how he did it. Fuckhead must have sold his soul to the devil.

All of a sudden my body couldn't take it any more. I laid my paddle over the cups and went over to the garbage can. Up came dinner and the three liters of alcohol I had drunk that night. But, I took it like a man. I stood up straight, wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand and said, "Boot and rally, that's what this games about. Come on, Sean, let's win this. We can't let these pansies beat us."

Sean slurred something incomprehensible. I took it to be an affirmative response to my fervor and we continued playing. Almost immediately I sunk the full cup. Now they were down to a half to our two. Sean returned Breanna's serve and hit the last cup! But Chatham saved it and the volley went on for what seemed like hours. Fuck, Sean hit it off the table and we had to drink. I took the half, because I knew Sean shouldn't have a drop more. This was not good. The same thing happened in the next volley and we were down to two halves to their one half.

And then the incomprehensible happened. Breanna sunk another cup. Fuck fuck fuck. We were tied at a half apiece. We had a sizeable audience now. Most of them were rooting for the freshmen underdogs. It didn't much matter at this point, we all had drunk the same amount and were all sufficiently wrecked. But pride was on the line. Fortunately nothing else, but pride was enough. The next few minutes were intense. None of the four of us could keep the ball on the table. And when we did, it came nowhere near the cups.

As if God Himself were looking over us, Sean, in a brilliant hit from a ball that was well out of his reach, hit the cup! He hit the cup! We won! And then, as if God Himself decided he'd rather shit on us. Breanna saved it. It was now a mad rush to see who could keep the ball on the table the longest. Whoever lost the volley, lost the game. Back and forth the ball went. The game had suddenly become more conservative. And then in a brilliant move if I do say so myself, I lobbed the ball slowly over the net, and it bounced twice before Chatham could get to it.

"YES!" I cried. "We won!" Sean and I slapped our paddles together and I gave him a hug bear hug.

"No fucking way!" I heard Chatham cry. "You can't win on a save!"

"What the fuck do you mean you can't win on a save? Yes you can."

"No you can't!"

"I've been playing this game a hell of a lot longer than you have, asshole. You can win on a save."

"No you can't fuckhead." He threw down his paddle.

"Did you call it at the beginning of the game?" one of the brothers who was watching asked.

"It's a fucking house rule," cried Chatham. He was getting pissed. "It's fucking standard."

"They're house rules at Delta," said another brother. "Not here."

"I want a fucking rematch" Chatham bellowed.

"Not tonight," I said. "I need to sober up. I'm wrecked. Sean's wrecked. Breeze's gonna pass out. And you need to cool off."

"Whatever," he mummbled. "Come on, Breeze. Let's get the fuck out of here." He grabbed her arm and started to stagger away.

"Hey," I called. "You didn't finish the last beer." Chatham turned and scowled. "And you have to finish ours too." I grinned. He stalked over and down each half cup easily, and then stormed off and out of the house.

Sean and I fielded back pats, high fives, and congratulatory praise from the guys that had stayed to watch. Steve had made his way back down at some point and after disappearing again for a few moments came back with a sixpack of Guiness. A celebratory drink for the winners. We collapsed on a bench along one of the walls. I had a beer, but Sean, showing some decent judgement passed. He looked very ill. Steve passed out the rest of the beer and we toasted victory.

After resting for a few minutes, during which time I was slipping in and out of consciousness, I decided abruptly it was time for us to go. It was after four and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the brothers and a few friends and girlfriends.

Sean and I slowly staggered back to our dorm. I walked Sean to his door when he hesitated to go in. I could tell why. There was loud moaning and grunting coming from the other side of his door. His roommate must've be bonking his ex. I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to walk in on that.

"Sean," I said, "Why don't you crash in my room tonight. I have a futon that can be mighty comfy."

He looked very relieved that I offered and thanked me as we left the den of iniquity behind. I flipped the lights on and they were excruciatingly bright, so I quickly flipped them off. I reached into my pocket and took out my lighter, lighting a few of the candles I had on the desk and bureau, making the lighting much more pleasing to our very sensitive eyes. We both flopped onto the futon, kicking off our shoes, and I turned on the stereo with the remote. There was some classical in the changer, Brahms I think. I couldn't remember. I wasn't into it, Julie must have put it there.

Sean and I sat in a stupor, trying to fight off the alternating desires to collapse or vomit. Suddenly I jumped up and started to root through one of my desk drawers. "You smoke?" I asked. He sort of stared right through me, as if he didn't hear. "I said, do you smoke?" I pulled out my stash and a pipe.

"Huh?"

"Smoke? Weed? Do you want to?" I help up the pipe in one hand and the baggie of pot in the other. This was the stupidest idea I had to date, but I usually like to finish off the beer buzz with a little weed.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Sweet!" I sat back down next to him and packed the bowl. "Ever do this before?"

"Nope."

"Well, it's a night of firsts, huh? First weed. First intoxication. First pong game. First..." I trailed off. "Well, let me show you how it's done." I demonstrated by taking a hit and then passing him the pipe. He made a valiant effort, and ended up hacking up a lung. I took the pipe back and said, "well maybe this wasn't the best idea." He nodded. I took a few more hits and he indicated he didn't want anymore anyway, so I set the pipe down and let the weed hit me. A wave of euphoria washed over my body as my fingers started to tingle a bit, followed quickly by the rest of my body. I closed my eyes.

I think I might have dozed off for a bit when I heard Sean say my name.

"Huh?" I looked over to the boy sitting next to me. He had this pained, uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"Marc?" he said, "Can I ask you something?" And then it hit me. Jesus Christ. I didn't want to have to deal with this. He was getting all scared that he was a fag. A billion questions were running through his mind. He was confused, frightened, happy, sad, horny. And he was going to want a heart to heart. And I didn't give a flying fuck. But I really should care, shouldn't I? I'm the bastard that took his cherry. I was responsible now.

"Sure, kiddo, shoot."

"Well, it's just that, well I had a great time tonight. All of tonight. And well, you know, it's just that, I'd never, well, you know. . ."

"Been fucked by a guy before?" I said. Christ, I really didn't want to deal with this.

He blushed a bit. Even in the candlelight I could tell. "Well, yeah. And --"

"You were wondering if that made you a queer?"

"Um, well --"

"Look, Sean, I had to deal with this when I was growing up too. A neighbor and I started fooling around when I was a freshman in high school and I thought, fuck, am I a fucking homo? I mean, I liked when he sucked my dick. And I kind of liked it when I got to suck his. But I knew I still liked girls. I was really fucking confused. You jerk off?"

He blushed again. "Yeah."

I smiled. "And what do you think about?"

"Stuff."

"With girls or with guys."

"Girls mostly. Sometimes guys." He looked at his hands which were nervously clenched in his lap.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Sex is sex. You were horny. You probably are still pretty straight. You just need to give it time. Just because you liked it when my cock hit your prostate doesn't mean you will ever be in love with man. See what I mean? And fantasies are just that. Fantasies."

"Sometimes I think about you," he said quickly, still looking at his hands.

"Oh." I was a little taken aback. I had kind of expected it, but it still through me a little.

"Marc?" He looked up, straight into my eyes. Damn he was beautiful.

"Yes?" I swallowed hard.

"Can I . . . Can I kiss you?" I stared, my mouth open slightly, trying to think of a way to say no. But I couldn't. He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned over and placed his hand on my cheek, drawing my face towards his. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as out lips came dangerously close. But I didn't pull away. I really should have. I wanted to. But I didn't. He placed his lips softly onto mine. I slowly parted my lips, involuntarily. I had never kissed a guy before, only fucked and sucked. This was nice. His tongue gently explored the rim of my mouth, my parted lips. Then it went a little deep, tickling the roof of my mouth, caressing my tongue. Then, even more slowly then he had started, he pulled away.

His hand dropped from my face and we stared at each other, he in anticipation, me in shock. He realized that I didn't enjoy it as much as he did. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. But he shouldn't be. It scared me but I really did like it. Now my mind was reeling with questions. But I didn't have time to think about them. Sean said "I think I should go now." No, don't go! Stay, oh please stay! I wanted to shout.

But instead, I said quietly, "Yes, I think you should go now."

Sean stood. I could see tears welling up in his eyes. He swallowed a lump in his throat and said "I'm sorry" again. He turned and almost ran to the door.

"Wait!" I heard myself say. He turned back around. Now I could see that tears were actually dripping down his cheeks. I beckoned him back to the futon. He sat. "Look," I said, "I love Julie very much. More than you can imagine. And nothing we do will change that. But if you want," and this was definitely the alcohol and weed talking, " if you want, I'll be willing to let you experiment a bit. You know, see if you really do like guys or, well, you know, I --" Oh, fuck this bullshit, I leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He was a little stunned at first, but it didn't take long for him to reciprocate. He reached behind me and groped at my back, pulling my shirt out of my pants and reaching up to caress the muscles I'd built up from swimming. He pushed me forward slightly and I fell back onto the futon.

He was now on top of me, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. I let out a moan. This boy wasn't wasting any time. He started unbuttoning my shirt, practically tearing it open. He stopped the attention to mouth and started biting and licking my chin, across my face, and down to my neck. As he suckled the crook of my neck I let out a soft groan. "Oh, yeah, Sean. That's real good."

He moved his mouth down my neck and chest to my right nipple, lighting biting and sucking, while he pinched the between his fingers. Oh God it felt good. I could feel the slight stubble of his unshaven face rubbing against my chest and it was driving me wild. He continued pinching and sucking as pulled off his had and ran my fingers through his short brown hair. With his free hand, he reached down and massaged my hardening cock through my jeans. With all the alcohol I had consumed I was surprised it was even responding, but the little freshman slut was good.

He moved further down, planted hot, wet kisses on my stomach. He traced the outlines of my slight six-pack abs with his tongue as he used both his hands to undo my button-fly jeans. He yanked them down, boxers and all. My dick snapped free and slapped against my stomach. It was already oozing a steady stream of precum. I kicked my jeans off, leaving me clad only in my socks. Sean was still fully clothed and I though I should do something about it but I was too fucking horny to move. His mouth was so close to my dick and I wanted him to suck it badly.

But the little fucker decided to toy with my mind. He moved right past my cock and started to lick up and down the inside of my thigh, tickling the faint covering of hair. "Oh God, Sean!" I cried, "Suck me, please. Please." I looked down and saw him crouched between my legs, staring up at me. He grinned, and flicked his tongue on my balls. He'd already sucked my balls tonight, I wanted him on my cock. The little prick. First I was feeling guilty about taking his cherry and now he had me practically begging for it.

I decided enough was enough, it was time to take charge. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up toward my dripping member. He got the picture and slowly began to kiss his way up the underside of the shaft, up my thick vein, pausing every now and then to take a lick. But he keenly avoided the head. "Come on," I moaned, "Suck it please. I want you to take it all."

Sean continued to lick and kiss his way up the shaft, until he eventually did get to the head. He placed his lips around the tip and kissed my piss-slit. I thought I was going to lose it right there. But thankfully I didn't. I helped guide his head, pressing it down my rod. He took a few inches and then pulled back some. He went down again in a very jerky fashion, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. He could only get it about halfway without gagging and I didn't want to force him. This was fucking hot. His teeth got in the way a few times, but he wasn't bad for a first timer. I was getting close. I started to buck my hips to meet his face. "Oh yeah," I moaned, "Suck my big dick, yeah, take it you slut, you fucking cocksucking whore." I tend to talk dirty during sex, and I think he liked it because he quickened his pace. He started to jerk the bottom of my cock with his hand while I face-fucked him, his other hand rubbing up and down my chest, occasionally reaching up to squeeze one of my hardened nipples. "Oh, yeah, that's it, right there babe, right there, oh yeah! Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnggg!"

I stopped bucking and let the orgasm rush over me. I could feel my balls tense up as I shot a huge load into his mouth. Sean wasn't ready for it and he quickly pulled his mouth off my cock. I continued spurting, all over his face and T-shirt. Three more hot burst of cum, and then I stopped, a little cum dripping down my fat mushroom head. I lay there panting, trying to get my breathing to get back to normal. Sean was sitting back on his haunches, my cum covering his face, dripping down his chin, and some cum splattered on his T-shirt. He looked so fucking hot. I sat up and crawled over to him. I slowly stuck out my tongue and licked my jism off his face, and when I had fully cleaned him I kissed him full on the mouth, sharing the cum we'd both collected.

"You like that?" I whispered.

He just silently nodded, and smiled this little innocent half smile. I stood up and pulled him to his feet to, leading him over to the bed. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it swiftly over his head, tossing it aside. Damn, he was the picture of perfection. Small, hard nipples, light dusting of hair, with a trail leading down to his belly button. Again I could see why Julie wanted him, why I wanted him. She was going to be jealous of tonight, that's for sure. I kept telling myself I was doing this for Sean, but was I really?

I pushed him softly back so he was sitting on the bed. He scooted his butt back so he could lie down in just his cargo pants. I started with his neck, and moved down quickly to his chest. I had only gotten his bottom half earlier in the night since Julie had monopolized his upper half. He cupped his hands behind his head and let me have my way with him. As he did so, he exposed his beautiful armpits. I'd never been much of armpit guy, either on men or women, but his were quite perfect. The bush of hair underneath them was not to thick, but there was still quite a bit. I moved my tongue over and licked his pit. It tickled him and cringed, but I continued to lick the sweat and stink from the evening. I was in heaven. What the hell was happening? Fucking around with Julie and Sean was one thing, but I was beginning to act like a certified faggot.

Sean let out a moan as I continued licking and sucking his pit. I moved my hands down and reached into his pants, grabbing his tool and slowly jerking him off, getting him nice and hard. But this was not good enough. I wanted his cum. And I wanted it now.

I sat up abruptly, crawled down to his groin and yanked his pants and shorts off, and devoured his cock in one fell swoop. I took it all the way down, something I'd never done before. I had to consciously get over the gag reflex, but soon I had my nose buried in his pubes, breathing in his husky boy scent. He let out a loud gasp. "Oh fuck yes!"

I worked his tool for quite some time. I thought he was about to come, because I felt his balls tighten up against his body, but he abruptly pushed me off. "I want fuck you," he said breathlessly. "I want to see what it's like to have my dick up an ass."

I sighed. I really wanted his cum, but this was for him, I told myself. I actually didn't like getting ass-fucked. My neighbor did it once when we screwed around back in high school and I much preferred sucking cock. But, Sean wanted it so I guess I had to agree. "Ok," I said. "You're nice and lubed up now, but make sure you lube my ass as best you can. I don't have any Vaseline or anything so you're going to have to improvise." And improvise he did. I laid on my back and hoisted my legs in the air, giving him access to my pucker. He bent down and started in right away. His tongue began to lick the outside rim of my asshole, tickling the hairs that surrounded my hole, but soon he got up the nerve to stick it in. He probed in and out, getting me nice and wet. Ok, this was good. My neighbor just thrust it in when he cornholed me. I could get used to being rimmed.

After a few minutes of licking and probing with his tongue, he wet his fingers with his mouth and stuck one of them in. My hole was tight but I took him up to his second knuckle easily. He wiggled it around a bit, which made me squirm. Then he added a second finger and roughly shoved them both in up to the third knuckle and started to thrust them in and out. I yelped from pain, both from the jabbing of his jagged fingernails, and the stretching of my mostly virgin hole. "Argh, that hurts," I said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry," Sean replied sheepishly, and he slowed down. I'm glad he did because the pain started to dull and it started to feel pretty good. My hole was loosening up.

"Do another one," I groaned. Sean deftly complied. Now I had three of his fingers twisting and pistoning my tight boypussy and fuck was it great. All of a sudden I wanted him in me. "Fuck me, now," I cried. "I want your hot cock up my chute."

Sean straightened up and I rested my legs on his shoulders. He guided his cock to my waiting hole with his hand. I felt the warm tip press against my pucker. "Yeah, put it in there," I moaned. I couldn't believe what I heard myself saying. I was practically begging for him to fuck me. I wasn't really convincing as someone who didn't like things stuck up his butt.

I felt some pressure as his tool pressed against me. I tried to loosen up my sphincter so it would hurt less. Sean's prick slid in with very little effort, which surprised me. It hurt a bit, but he went slow and soon I could feel his bushy pubes rubbing against asscheeks. Damn, I had taken his whole seven inch boner up my ass. He started to slowly fuck me, bringing his cock almost all the way out before pushing it back in again. I grimaced. It wasn't as pleasurable as I wanted it to be. My chute was tender and even though his cock was covered in my spit and his precum, it was still rubbing me raw a bit.

Sean saw my pained expression. "Does that hurt?"

Yes. "No," I lied. He continued to fuck me with a slow and steady rhythm. And then my little lie was no longer a lie. He hit something with his cock, and a wave of intense pleasure shot up my spine and my whole body shuttered. "Oh fuck!" I cried.

Sean stopped abruptly. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, suddenly really concerned.

"No, don't stop," I spat. "Oh, God, keep going." He started up again. "And do it harder. Faster." He quickened the pace. His rock hard cock was massaging my prostate and driving me mad from excitement. He pistoned in and out, grabbing my knees with his hands, and caressing my legs. He pumped even faster. With each we inched closer to the headboard. I reach above my head to brace myself against it. Now that we were immobile the bed started to rock back and forth. I could hear the creaking under the music. In and out he went, each thrust sending me closer to a heaven I had never really experienced, even with all the bizarre things Julie and I had done. I could feel my cock twitching as my balls tightened. I hadn't even laid a finger on them.

Sean was grunted with each stroke. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "God, you've got a nice tight ass. Better than Julie's cunt. Oh, yeah." The mention of my girlfriend, and the image I had of him plowing her early in the evening drove me even closer to the edge. I clenched my ass muscles around his cock. I wanted to milk his cum so badly. He felt my ass close around him and he cried out. "Oh, fuck yes. That's so good. Yes. Oh, I think I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah, take my cock, you fucking stud, take it like a fucking man, oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God here it comes!" And with that he stopped his thrusts and I could feel his cock unleashing his load into my bowels. I could feel his sticky cum cascading up into my belly. And that was all I could handle. My own tool exploded all over me. The first shot hit my chin. The second landed on my chest, and the rest sort of dribbled out onto my stomach. But Sean kept cumming. It was as if he hadn't cum in days. His whole body convulsed with each shot. When he was finished be collapsed on top of me, smearing my cum into my chest.

We were both spent. We laid there for a few minutes, then Sean pulled out of me and rolled over. I was too tired to get up to get a towel to clean us off. And Sean had no desire to do so, he was already sleeping. Well, Julie's going to be pissed if she finds out, I thought. And what the fuck did I do tonight anyway? I threeway with the boy next door and your girlfriend is one thing. But this? My mind was reeling. But I couldn't deal with it. The alcohol, weed, and sex had worn me out. I pulled the covers over us and curled up next to Sean. Sleep came very quickly.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the door opening. I had been having a dream about all the Nobel scientists from my thesis eating lemon meringue pie and debating the pros and cons of various brands of duck calls. I had a vague idea where I was, when I heard a voice.

". . . find my North Face jacket, have you . . . in here last time . . ." It was Julie's voice. I half-opened my eyes to see her standing in the doorway, outlined by the light from the hallway. She looked horrified.

"What the fuck is this?!" she cried.

As I tried to sit up I felt that there was an arm draped over my side. It was Sean's. He stirred. I suddenly realized why she was upset . . .

To Be Continued...

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