Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 00:32:17 -0500
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: bisexual/college/corrupting-a-minor-15

CORRUPTING A MINOR

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


CHAPTER 15


I found Julie downstairs in the basement drinking with Steve, Rebecca and
Chatham.  Apparently Sean had gone home, and hell, I would have too.
Rebecca looked at me nervously, and avoided direct eye contact.  I insisted
that Julie and I leave immediately, there was something I needed to discuss
with her.  The motley crew assembled before me fired off several rounds of
questions, such as `where's Sean?' and `why not stay for a few more drinks?'

But Julie noticed something was wrong and willingly followed me back to her
room.  I sat her down on the bed and knelt in front of her.  I was sweating,
my head was spinning, and I felt nauseated.

"What's the matter, Marc?" Julie asked nervously.  "You're acting really
weird."

"I'm sorry, Julie," I answered.  Damn, my mouth was dry.  "You know I really
do love you, right?"

"Yes," she replied hesitantly, obviously sensing something was up.

"And that I'll always love you, even though I might do stupid things every
now and then?"

"Yes, Marc.  I know you love me.  What are you trying to say?"  There was a
bit of exasperation mixed with anticipation in her voice.  Perhaps she
thought I was going to propose again.  And oh, how I would have loved to.

I knew it would be easier if I just blurted it out, so I swallowed what
saliva I could manage to produce, and, looking at the ground the whole time
I was crouched in front of her, said as quickly as I could, "Tonight, while
you and Steve were playing pong, I slept with Rebecca."

She took it better than I thought she would.  I had anticipated bodily harm.
  She sat dumbfounded for a moment or so.  I continually muttered "I'm
sorry's" while she sat in silence.  And then she told me to leave.  It
wasn't cold or angry or sad.  It was so matter of fact as if she were
stating her name.  But when I looked up into her eyes, they were not
indifferent.  They were filled with anguish.

I thought about trying to apologize more, but instead I just quietly left
the room, my head hung low.  I stared at my feet as I walked across the hall
to my room and collapsed on my bed.  I buried my face in my pillow and
started to cry.  They were tiny, pathetic whimpers, but then that was
exactly how I felt right then.  Tiny and pathetic.

But I knew that I had to tell her.  And I had to tell her then; she had to
know that I had felt guilty right at that moment; that there was no long
period of strategic calculation; that my confession was a gut reaction.

I cried myself to sleep that night.  And the next night.  And pretty much
the rest of the week.  If I bumped into Julie or Sean in the hallway, which
was rare, we avoided each other's gaze.  I can only assume that Steve knew,
not that I talked to him either.  I sat alone in my room most of the time,
pretending to study or play computer solitaire or Snood.  I'd go to bed
early, I'd get up late.  I swam a lot too, three times a day, whenever the
pool was open.  I was in the best shape of my life that week.

In the locker room one afternoon, I bumped into Chatham.  He was coming in
from using the weight room, and I had just gotten out of the shower, so I
was sitting on the bench with a towel wrapped around my waist.  I was moving
slowly, like I had been all week.

"Marc, dude," Chatham said as he set his back down and sat on the bench
across from me, "everything OK with you?"

"Yeah," I muttered, "why wouldn't it be?"

"Marc, I might not be the sharpest tack in the shed," he started, "but I'm
not blind.  Something's up.  You and your whole frickin' social circle.  I
never see you and Julie together, not since that party anyways.  All Sean
does is mope around the room and watch `Law and Order' reruns on A&E."

"Hey, it's a good show," I said, forcing a smile.  Chatham scowled.

"He won't talk to me.  And Steve broke up with Rebecca this weekend and
doesn't hang out at the house anymore."  I perked up when he mentioned that.
  "And I've seen you more here then ever before."

"I have more free time now that my thesis is finished," I said, defensively.

"Bullshit.  I told you I'm not blind."  He moved benches and sat down next
to me, putting his arm on my shoulder.  I cringed slightly at the human
contact, but didn't shrug him off.  "I just wanted to let you know that if
you want someone to talk to, you know, outside of the loop, well my door is
open."  I looked up quizzically.  Was Chatham showing some human emotion?
Sympathy perhaps?  Common decency?  "I know I've been an asshole to you much
of the year, but I hate to see a guy hurting, you know what I mean?"

I looked over into his face and he was smiling a warm, caring smile.  Well
I'll be damned.  I followed suit and cracked my first real smile in a long
time.  "Thanks, Chatham," I said, "I might take you up on that."  I got up
and finished getting dressed.  As I was leaving the locker room, I turned
back and said, "Oh, and Chatham, thanks for noticing."

He shrugged his shoulders.  "No biggie," he said.  And that was that.  So
there was a person underneath all that gruff exterior.  So Sean wasn't
entirely wrong.  In fact, Sean is usually right, isn't he? I thought.  I
knew at that moment that I had to go make a few things right again.

I confronted Steve first.  We had a very long conversation in his room that
same night.  It turns out that Rebecca told him shortly after we left the
party.  And it also turns out that the main reason she fucked me was not
because she found me incredibly irresistible but because she had found out
that Steve had cheated on her a few weeks back with a sophomore.  A tri-Delt
no less.  It was revenge.  He understood how I could have been swayed, but
he said he knew that Rebecca was intense and once she got an idea in her
head, there was no stopping her.

"We were on the rocks anyway, Marky," Steve said.  "It was only a matter of
time."

"But I betrayed your trust," I said.  "That's the worst part.  I hope I
didn't destroy our friendship."

"It'll take a lot more than that," he answered.  "You're too good a friend
to let a perky little blonde whore get in the way.  I am hurt that you slept
with my girlfriend though.  Pretty shitty thing to do."

I hung my head in shame.  "I'm sorry, I really am."

"I just hope you've been wracked with guilt all week," he said playfully.

"Miserable guilt," I moaned, and I wasn't being facetious.

"Good.  I think you've suffered enough."  We hugged and that was pretty much
that.  With guys it's easy.  Steve and I were so close that for some reason
it didn't seem to matter that I did the one thing that should mean death to
all friendship.  I suppose I was lucky that he'd also cheated and that he
blamed Rebecca, and I learned at an early age not to look a gift horse in
the mouth.  Sean and Julie weren't going to be so easy.  I will say that I
lost a little respect for Steve that day, when I found out he was being
unfaithful, but I hate hypocrisy and this would be much worse than the pot
calling the kettle black, so I pushed it out of my mind.

"I've talked to Julie, too," Steve said, and I cringed from guilt.  "I told
her my take on the situation.  She's really upset.  She wants to talk to you
and make up.  She really does.  She told me all about the postponement of
the wedding."  I cringed again.  I hadn't wanted Steve to know the extent to
which I was emotionally involved with Sean.  "She really, truly wants things
to work out.  And I think you can.  But you have to approach her."

I made up my mind at that moment.  I really needed Julie.  I was miserable
without her.  I wanted to marry her and spend the rest of my worthless life
with her, if she would let me.  But there still was Sean.  So I went to deal
with Sean first.

I knocked on Sean's door and Chatham called for me to come in.  Chatham was
sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine.  Sean was sitting on the
floor, staring blankly at the TV.  I made a mental note that it was an old
`Law and Order' episode, back from the Paul Sorvino years.

"Can I talk to Sean?" I asked Chatham.  He nodded and without any complaints
left the room.  I turned back to Sean.  He hadn't looked up.  He was
barefoot, wearing a pair of wind pants, and a plain T-shirt.  He was also
wearing his signature hat.  I couldn't help but notice it was virtually the
same clothing he had on that night of our first encounter, which seemed so
long ago.  His face had that same sullen pout that made me want to devour
his lips, but this time it wasn't from being dumped by his girlfriend, it
was from me.

I turned off the TV and Sean looked up at me.  I noticed his skin still had
a slight discoloration from where I had clocked him in the cheek way back
when.  His eyes were sad and heavy.  Christ, this kid was adorable, even
when he was depressed.  "I'm sorry," I said flatly.  I pulled one of the
desk chairs around and sat facing him.

"I told you not to come back."

"I'm not," I said.  That got his attention.  "I've made a decision tonight,
and I thought it would be best if I came to you first."

"What decision?" he asked.  His voice cracked.  I think he knew what was
coming.

"I'm going to ask Julie if she will marry me again tonight."

"She forgave you?" he said, his voice uneven.

"Not yet.  I'm hoping that she will."  Sean sat in silence, looking as if
his entire world were collapsing around him.  "I have to do this.  I have to
marry her.  I love her so much.  I love you too, Sean.  I really do.  You
might not know it, and I might not want to admit it, but I really do. I've
been with Julie for almost four years now, I've known you for seven months.
Marrying Julie is the safest choice for me right now.  I'm not saying it's
the right choice.  I hope it is.  I hope we don't end up divorced six years
from now.  We might be, who can tell? But what I can tell is that my life is
a big pile of shit right now.  I am in physical and emotional turmoil and I
need some security, I need to feel that safety.  And I'm going to get that
with Julie.  I hope you understand."

Sean didn't say anything for nearly a minute, then he swallowed hard and
spoke.  "Of course I understand, Marc.  I've always understood.  I just
never wanted to accept it.  I've known all along that Julie is the safe,
sensible choice.  And I know you came in here to apologize, but I'm the one
who should be saying `I'm sorry.'"

"Come again?" I said.

"Marc, you're not the only one who's been an asshole.  I've known from day
one how close you and Julie were.  And I actively tried to tear that apart.
I used your feelings for me to cast doubt on your relationship so I could
have you for myself.  Because I love you Marc, and at this point in my life
I can't see myself without you.  But I never considered your feelings and
the kind of hell I was putting you through.  We both fucked up, Marc.  Go,
marry Julie."

"You know, if our lives were turned into a Hollywood movie, we'd probably
end up all three of us living together in threesome-bliss," I joked.
"There'd be no decision making."

Sean laughed.  "Our lives would never be made into a Hollywood movie.
They'd have to cut out too much to get the R-rating."

We both stood up and embraced.  Sean buried his face in my neck and we stood
in the center of the room holding each other.  I could feel the warmth of
his body pressed against mine.  And like every time I was around him, I was
found myself doubting my decision to pledge myself to Julie.  But Sean had
just given his blessing, so to speak.  I still was unclear as to why, but
that didn't so much matter.

I gently eased up on the hug so I could look into his face.  He was crying,
I knew, because my neck had been damp, and his eyes were red.  His mouth was
quivering.  I placed my hand underneath his chin and raised his head up so
we were looking into each others eyes.  I wanted to kiss him, no, I needed
to kiss him.  I slowly leaned into him and pressed my lips full against his.
  The kiss was soft and tender.  And it was brief, but in that short time I
had hundreds of memories come flooding back:  that first night of passionate
sex with Julie, the dozens of nights like it afterwards, the hours spent
laughing and studying and drinking, a whole lifetime's worth of friendship
and love we'd crammed into half a year.

We pulled away and I caressed his face.  "I love you, Sean.  And I promise
you that I always will."

He smiled back, then gave me a swift pat on the ass.  "I love you too.  Now
go propose to your girlfriend."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I spent the rest of the night and well into the morning talking with Julie.
I told her how disgusted I was with myself, and how I needed her to forgive
me.  It took a lot, but in the end, I was on my knees proposing yet again.
It also wasn't the most ideal of situations, one you definitely didn't want
to tell your grandchildren.  But she forgave me.  Somehow she found it in
her heart.  I'm sure Steve had a lot to do with easing the situation,
placing a lot of the blame on Rebecca, so that she'd have an easier time
taking me back.  I didn't bother to question the reason at that moment.  I
was just happy that she didn't hate me.

We made love that night, both passionately and tenderly.  We fucked on the
bed, on the couch, on the floor, in the bathroom, in the shower, on the bed
again.  It was animalistic in its intensity.  We had been sexually charged
from our abstinence, from our desires, and from all the pent up emotion that
we had been experiencing over the past week.  I won't say that it was
healthy, I don't think our relationship had ever been all that healthy, in
retrospect.  But it was familiar at least.

And in that familiarity we all fell back into our normal rut.

Steve was partying and flirting with the coeds harder than ever, now that he
was `free' of Rebecca.  Julie and I began to spend more time together doing
the things we used to do, going to the movies, shooting some pool at the
student center, grabbing drinks with Steve or some of Julie's friends from
the Jackson Foundation, the campus organization she did all her volunteer
work through.

Sean even became more of a fixture again, the three of us hanging out at
night when we should've been preparing for exams, taking in what I suppose
could have passed for dinner in the campus cafeteria.  Some of the old
sexual tension was there, but it was eased somewhat.

Finals rolled around; we all passed.  We were set to graduate, and I
couldn't have been happier.  Everything was sweeping by so quickly.  I'd
decided to matriculate at Columbia, that way Julie and I could be in the
same city.  She was going to grab an apartment with a few friends, and I was
going to stay in medical school housing.  My parents would've never approved
for the two of us living together before we were married.  They would have
never approved of a lot of things, but those we could keep private, if you
know what I mean.

Surprisingly Sean and Chatham were getting along swimmingly, better than
they ever had.  In fact, Chatham was turning out to be the right proper
gentleman.  Sean had even offered to see if his father would get him a job
caddying with him, Sean's normal summer employment at a golf course his
father managed just outside of Colorado Springs.  In fact, they were going
to road trip it out there after graduation.  They had both decided to hang
around and watch the seniors on their big day.  Normally everyone was kicked
out of their dorms early, but both Chatham and Sean had volunteered to help
get the dorms ready for the slew of reunions that take place right after
commencement, so they got to stay in their room.

Senior Week was a drunken haze.  More than once I ended up naked in the
river.  And at one point I was singing old school songs on the graduation
stage while watching the sun come up.  The whole week I was filled with
angst as well as excitement, since I was terribly anxious to leave to start
the next chapter in my life and yet saddened at the same time that my stint
as a college student was coming to an end.

Mostly we were just partying in private rooms or informal frat parties, but
Steve's fraternity threw a really kickass end of the year bash.  I wasn't
really in the mood for a big party but Julie insisted that we go.  The
Alpha's had hired the only real local school band, Trigger Happy, which was
in my opinion the stupidest name for a rock band ever.  But they were decent
musicians and they had a good mix of original material and popular covers.
Their original work sounded too much like Dave Matthews for my taste, but
the lead singer was a splendid piece of eye candy, which I think was the
main reason they were as popular as they were; women went to see them and
the only real venue was at a frat party, so the women went and since there
were dozens of them and only one crooning hottie, all the drunken frat boys
got their pick of the litter.  It turned out to be a good time, too.  We
even smoked the band up after the show, and unless I was really wasted I
could swear the lead singer was checking me out.  Whatever, I had enough
problems.

The night before graduation, a bunch of us were playing pong and just
chilling in the ASX basement; me, Julie, Steve, Sean, Chatham, and a few
other senior brothers and some random others in the form of friends and
girlfriends.  It was early still, and we were just mellowing out after a
week of debauchery.

At one point Julie came up to me and put her arm around my waist, and
whispered into my ear, "Honey, we should go, we have to get up early to line
up for graduation, don't forget.  I don't want to be too butt-ass tired."

I gave her a peck on the forehead.  "You go ahead, I'll catch up later.  In
fact, don't wait for me.  I have to finish packing and shit, I probably
won't go to sleep at all."

She shrugged.  "Suit yourself."  She kissed me, Sean, and Steve goodbye and
I stared longingly at her as she pranced up the stairs, her squeezable ass,
bouncing as she hopped up and out of the basement.  I smiled.  I was happy
things were back to normal.

We drank a little bit more, and at one point, Sean and I were sitting off in
the corner, just watching the lazy, quiet scene go on in front of us.  I
glanced over to Sean.  He hadn't shaved in a bit, and a cute little stubble
was forming on his chin and cheeks.  He as a bit drunk and his eyes were
glazed over ever so slightly, and since it was hot and he was sweaty, his
thin T-shirt was sticking to his skin, and I could see the outline of his
nipples through the flimsy material.  And I wanted to eat him up right
there.

Now my thought processes were challenged to say the least, but I knew that I
needed to do something for Sean, something to make up for all the crap I had
put him through, for being such a jackass.  I thought of an idea that would
be enjoyable for both him and me.  I put my arm around his shoulders and
pulled him into me, roughly but friendly.  "Hey kiddo," I said, "I love you,
ya know that?"

He looked at me and cracked a goofy smile.  "Yeah, I do."  He reached up and
tousled my hair.

"Let's go back to my place, I have to finish packing.  And I've got a
goodbye present for you."

He bounced up off the bench on which we were sitting.  "Ooh, I love
presents," he cooed.  "Let's go."

We stumbled back to my dorm room.  It was more difficult than I had thought
it was going to be, we were a tad bit more intoxicated than I had initially
calculated.  We fell into my room and tripped over some half-packed boxes.
Most of my stuff was all ready to go, I just needed to throw some clothes in
to some bags.  Last minute stuff really.  The college wanted us out by the
end of graduation day.  Bitches, all of them.

I tripped over a box as I closed the door behind us.  "Dude," Sean slurred,
"this place is a fucking pigsty."

"Sorry man, I'm packing," I replied.  We maneuvered between the boxes,
towards the yet-to-be-dismantled futon.  "Now would be the time to put on
some music," I said, "but I packed my stereo already."

"Why do we need music?" Sean asked, his sloppy grin still plastered across
his face.

"Seduction is easier with music."  I stood directly in front of him.  He
fell silent as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked slowly.

"Yes," I answered huskily.  "I told you I had a present for you."  I put my
hands on his shoulders and gently pressed him into a seated position on the
couch.  I straddled his lap and cupped his face in my hands.  His stubble
was rough under my fingertips as I slowly ran my hands down his cheeks. I
leaned in and gingerly took his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling and
nibbling gently.  He let out a slight moan.  Unexpectedly, he pressed his
hands against my chest and slowly eased me off.

"Marc, we shouldn't be doing this," he said softly.

"Why not?" I asked incredulously, "don't you want to?"  I leaned in again
and started licking and nibbling his ear.  He squirmed underneath me and I
could feel his cock hardening as I pressed my groin against his.

Sean sighed deeply.  "Of course I want to," he said, as I ran my teeth along
his jaw line, scraping them across his stubble, until I could bite and suck
his chin.

"Then why stop?" I said between nibbles.

He pushed me off again.  "Because I've spent the last month trying to push
you out of my mind, and if we continue I think I'm going to fall in love
with you again, and that would be bad."

The boy did have a point.  And I don't know, maybe I was just being my
typical self-absorbed self, but I think that I honestly believed I was doing
something good for him.  I wanted him to remember me as a positive
experience in his life, not as the person who forced him into a life of gay
sex, forced that sex upon him repeatedly, and tore at his fragile emotions
like a piece of tissue paper.  I wanted to show him that I really cared
about him, and that I really did love him in my own way.

So instead of backing off, I simply said: "Then whenever you want to stop,
just let me know and I will."  I looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes,
and I could see confusion mixed with a battle of willpower behind their
glassy exterior.  I nuzzled into his neck and softly began to suck his taut,
hot skin.  I breathed deeply his musky scent, as I licked and sucked at the
nape of his neck.  He remained tense underneath me.  Slowly, he eased me off
him again.

"Why are you doing this?" he whispered.

"Because," I said, "I want you to remember me as a positive chapter in your
life."  I reached underneath his T-shirt and gingerly massaged his abs.  His
body was still fighting my advances.  I leaned in and kissed him on the
cheek, and then whispered into his ear: "And because I want to make you
happy."

I didn't need any verbal response; his body told all.  I could `feel' him
make his decision.  He let out a soft sigh and all his muscles relaxed,
seemingly on cue.  I reacted almost immediately.  I lifted his shirt up over
his head as he complacently raised his arms.  He still kept his tight little
freshman chest shaved smooth, save for the trail of hair from his belly
button down below his waistline, which just turned me on even more.  Tossing
his shirt aside, I feverishly began kissing him, planting hot, moist kisses
down his neck and chest, savoring the salty taste of his sweaty skin.

Sean moaned uncontrollably as I licked and tugged at one of his hard little
nipples, biting and sucking it until it was painfully erect.  He was now
massaging my back through my own shirt, and squirming ever so slightly with
delight beneath me.  But I didn't want this to be a torrid, lust-driven
boink on the flip-n-fuck.  We were moving to a more sacred realm:  the bed.

After getting his chest good and wet, I climbed off of him, and took him by
the hands, pulling him up on his feet.  We stood facing each other as I ran
my hands down his chest, to the waistline of his pants.  Slowly I unbuckled
his belt while he kicked off his sneakers.  His pants dropped to his ankles,
leaving him clad only in his white athletic socks and plain blue cotton
boxers.  They were, needless to say, tented, his rigid cock straining to get
out.

I led Sean by his hand over to the bed, and pulled back the covers.  He laid
back on the bed and looked up at me with anticipation.  I quickly shucked my
own sneakers, shirt and pants and crawled in bed on top of him.  Our mouths
met tenderly, and we kissed more passionately than we ever had before for
what seemed like an eternity.  As we embraced, Sean rubbed my back and slid
his hands beneath the waistband of my underwear, exploring my ass.  Slowly
we ground our covered cocks together as our legs wrapped around each other.

Sean began to suck on my neck but I pushed him away.  "No," I breathed
heavily, "you just lay back and relax.  I'm taking care of you tonight."
With that I began to plant soft kisses down his neck and chest again,
licking my way down to his hard abdomen.  I flicked my tongue in and out of
his belly button, my face tickled by the treasure trail that encircled it.
He fidgeted and squirmed in response.  I could see a wet spot forming on his
tented boxers, and I wanted to partake in what I knew was a very tasty
pre-cum.

I placed my mouth around the head of his cock, through his boxers, and
slowly began to apply some suction.  I could taste his sweet pre-cum oozing
through the thin material, and Sean twitched even more.  "Oh God, Marc,
yes," he moaned softly and I stroked his thighs and suckled his throbbing
cockhead.

I didn't want to get him off before I had the chance to make love to him,
but I still wanted him to be constantly on the verge of ecstasy.  So I
decided to toy with him a little more.  Slowly I slid his boxers down from
around his slim waist, and he wasted no time kicking them off onto the
floor.  I now found myself face to face with his dripping manhood, his
rock-hard prick that I had had in my mouth so many times before and I knew
tasted better than a Ben & Jerry's cone on a hot summer day.  It slapped
against his belly as I pulled his shorts down, the head smeared with
pre-cum, which glistened in the moonlight that was shining through the open
window.

Burying my nose in his pubic hair, I breathed deeply his musky scent, that
slightly sweaty, slightly pungent smell of an unwashed crotch.  Slowly I
licked around the base of his prick.  He unconsciously spread his legs to
allow me easier access.  As I took one of his balls into my hot, moist
mouth, Sean started to stroke my hair tenderly.  I applied some pressure on
his sac by sucking my cheeks in.  Not too much, just enough to groan with
pleasure.  I rolled it around in my mouth for a few moments, and then gave
the other one the same treatment.  In fact, I paid a lot of attention to his
balls, going back and forth, all the while stroking his thighs and ass.  He
was going crazy.

"Oh yeah, Marc," he cried out at one point, "suck me, please.  Suck me off."

I pulled my mouth off his testicle and said, "Not yet, hon, not yet."  I
gave his thigh a playful slap, and I went back to tonguing his slightly
hairy ballsac.

Satisfied that he was randier than he could stand, I stopped sucking his
nuts, and moved my tongue down to his tiny, tight little rosebud.  Now
again, I really don't like rimming, but I know how much I enjoying having
someone chow down on my ass, so I decided to give it my best.  Sean hadn't
cleaned in a while, and he was all sweaty and sticky from the hot weather
and the humidity in the basement while we played pong all night.
Nevertheless, I buried my nose in his ass crack and took a tentative breath.
  I planted a few soft kisses on his smooth globes before moving closer to
his small pink hole.  With the tip of my tongue, I encircled his hole,
tickling him ever so slightly and making him squirm even more beneath me.  I
positioned my tongue right at the opening and slowly stuck it in.  His hole
almost immediately relaxed and opened up, inviting my tongue to explore his
sensitive chute.

Sean groaned with delight as I wiggled my tongue around, as deep as I could
thrust it in, moistening and loosening his boypussy.  "Oh fuck," he moaned,
as I continued to rim him, "Oh God, Marc, that's fucking awesome.  Eat me
out, man."

Satisfied that my tongue bath had well lubricated him, I pulled my mouth
away and replaced my tongue with my index finger.  His perky little ass
swallowed my finger whole, right up to the last knuckle.  I wiggled it
around, too, in search of his prostate.  I'd traveled this road many times,
and it didn't take very long for me to have Sean bucking with ecstasy under
my ministrations.  He cried out loudly again, and even louder when I had
added a second, and then a third finger, stretching his hole as best I
could.

I was pissed that I had packed up all my lube, so we were going to have to
do it the old fashioned way.  Sean was used to it though, he'd taken it
rough from me so many times.  Slowly I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and
gave him a couple soft pats.  "Are you ready, buddy?" I asked as I slid my
underwear down and kicked them to the floor.

"Ready and waiting," Sean smirked.  He started to flip around on his hands
and knees, but I quickly stopped him and rolled him back over onto his back.

"I want to do it this way," I said.  "I want to be able to look at your
face."  Sean just smiled.

I spit on my hand a few times and lathered my rigid cock up.  Sean put his
hands behind his knees and pulled his legs up, exposing his moist, slick
asshole.  I rubbed my dick up and down his crack a few times and then slowly
guided the tip to his hole.  I pressed against it, and just as it had
gobbled up my fingers earlier, it sucked in my cock.  His sphincter closed
around my shaft tightly, squeezing my dick, it's vise-like grip sending
shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body.  Sean winced briefly as I
slid my cock into his gaping hole, but again he was used to it and quickly
adjusted to being filled by my prick.

Slowly I leaned in to kiss him, a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.  He lowered
his legs and wrapped them around my torso.  His hands pulled me in closer
and stroked my back as I placed tiny pecks on his lips and face, all the
while my cock buried deep in his ass.  After several minutes of laying there
still, I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his ass.  Each stroke
was slow and long and deep.  I continued to kiss his face and neck as I
fucked him, grinding and twisting, exploring his insides with my hard tool.

Every time I grazed his prostate, which was at the end of every long, deep
stroke, Sean cried out in tortured pleasure.  I stroked and massaged his
smooth, glistening skin as I made love to him, petting him, stroking him,
sending him into to ecstatic convulsions.

"Do you like that?" I whispered huskily into his ear, as I drove my cock as
deep into his hole as I could force it.

"Oh God, yes," he moaned, shaking beneath me.  His ass was loving it too,
because with every stroke he would tighten his ass muscles around my cock,
as if he were trying to milk the come right out of it.  I knew it wasn't
going to be long before I shot my load, and I didn't think he was going to
last much more either.  I could feel his cock, sandwiched between his
stomach and mine, twitching and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

I quickened my pace, but not too much.  I wanted to keep it slow as I could,
but my balls were begging me to shoot.  I could feel them pressed up against
my flesh as tight as they could get.  It wasn't going to be long.  Sean was
ready too, partially from my anal assault but partially from his dick
rubbing between our bellies.  I heard his breathing begin to speed up, and
he wrapped his legs tightly around me.  He squeezed me in closer to him, and
dug his nails into make back as he screamed, "Jesus Christ, Marc, here it
comes, oh fucking God, here it fucking comes!"

And with that, his whole body began to convulse as he shot his rich, creamy
load.  The come splattered between our bodies, smearing all over his
cockhead and our respective abdomens.  With his voracious orgasm, his ass
muscles also began to twitch and convulse, and since my cock was still
buried deep inside they twitched and convulsed around my own leaking member,
which caused me to rapidly approach my own climax.

I didn't even have time to warn Sean, the come just boiled over in my
swollen balls and with a few grunts followed by a strangled cry I unleashed
wave upon wave of sticky come up Sean's ass, filling him with my juice.  My
whole body began to shake and twitch as well as I emptied the contents of my
nuts into Sean's eager ass.

As we both started to come down from our orgasmic high, I collapsed on
Sean's chest and buried my face in his neck, once again breathing in his
manly scent, a scent I was surely going to be sorry to give up.  As I laid
there, my body rising and falling with Sean's heavy breaths, I briefly
wondered again if I was making a terrible mistake by marrying Julie, but I
didn't mull it over too long since I wanted to savor the euphoria I was
feeling at that moment.

Sean must have been feeling it too, because he just started to giggle.  I
looked up at him and kissed him on the chin.  "Did you like that?" I asked
playfully.

He smiled and giggled again.  And then in his best little `Oliver' voice, he
said, "Please sir, can I have some more?"

That made me laugh.  I kissed him again and collapsed once more in
post-orgasmic bliss.  I could feel Sean's sticky come squishing around
between us, and I decided that I should probably do something about that.
Slowly I pulled my softening cock out of his ass.  It gave a resounding
`plop' as it came out, easily audible in the silence of the evening.

I kissed my way down his sweaty chest to where his come was pooling just
above where his softening cockhead was resting.  He giggled again as I
licked around his belly button and lapped up his boyjuice.  It was salty and
sweet at the same time, a taste I had come to recognize well over the past
few months; a taste I was surely going to miss.

Satisfied that his stomach was cleaned, I moved on to trying to get some of
that sticky jizz off of his penis.  I licked at his sensitive cock head,
flicking my tongue over his piss slit, and then taking his whole soft cock
into my mouth.  I sucked and licked all of his salty freshman come of his
cock.  And as I did so, I noticed that he was beginning to harden again.
Damn, I thought, he's ready for more already.  Ah, the stamina of young
adolescent males.

I decided that I loved the taste of his come so much, that he was willing, I
was more than ready for a second helping.  I swallowed his prick greedily.
"Marc," he said, "I'm still really sensitive, I don't know if I want to ---
oh fucking A!"  I shut him up by thrusting my finger up his ass and
massaging his prostate yet again.  My finger squished around inside his
cum-filled asshole.  I continued to deep throat him as best I could, taking
his cock all the down so that his pubic hair was tickling my nose.  I'd pull
all the way off and nibble and kiss his cockhead, tasting his precum that
was yet again flowing copiously, followed by a self-impaling of my throat on
his cock, and then back up again, over and over.

It didn't take much time for Sean to be once again shooting his load, this
time right down my throat.  The dual action of sucking his dick and fondling
his prostate was enough to have him over the edge in minutes.  With my other
hand I was squeezing and massaging his balls, trying to milk what remaining
semen was left.  And I was duly rewarded.  When I felt his ballsac tighten
up, I pulled my mouth off so that just his tender head was in my mouth.  I
jerked the lower half of his shaft a few times and his throbbing cock was
soon pulsating and shooting a second load of come down my throat.  There
wasn't nearly as much as the first time, but it was still that same rich
creamy goodness that I had grown to love.  It cascaded over my tongue and I
was able to savor the bittersweet taste before I swallowed it down into my
belly.

When I had finished milking Sean's tool for all it was worth, and it had
become flaccid again, I nibbled my way back up his chiseled body and we
kissed once again.  I pulled the covers over us, and snuggled up against his
body, my bare legs intertwined with his, my head resting on his shoulder and
my arm draped across his chest.  I was in heaven at that moment, and I'm
pretty fucking sure Sean was too.

"So," I said, "did you enjoy your present?"

"God, Marc," he answered, "that was fucking amazing.  I've never had sex
like that before.  Ever."

"I'm glad you liked it, kiddo," I said, pinching his nipple playfully.

"Boy did I ever," he laughed.  He paused a second, and then in a more
serious tone he added, "Marc, I'm really going to miss you."

"Me too, Sean," I answered.  "Me too."

"Marc, are you sure that --"  I cut him off.

"Shhh," I said, stroking his chest softly.  "Don't ruin it.  Just enjoy this
moment as it is."

"Ok," he said softly.  "Fair enough."  And with that he remained quiet.  I
closed my eyes and took in the warmth that radiated from his body.  I could
hear his breathing begin to even out as he drifted off to sleep.

As I lay there, I began to think, and thinking is never good.  It felt so
right to be there with Sean, almost more right than it felt when I lay that
way with Julie.  I'd made love to Julie dozens of times, and there was that
feeling of completeness I got laying there beside her as we both spiraled
into sleep.  And right now I felt the same way, only it wasn't Julie I was
lying next to, it was Sean.

I suddenly felt unprecedented levels of regret.  I shouldn't have done this.
  I had been confident in my convictions in choosing to marry Julie.  And
now that confidence was all but gone as I lay in bed next to Sean.  This was
needlessly complicated, I thought to myself.  But I couldn't push the
thought out of my mind, that I was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

I also thought about getting up to finish packing, but couldn't motivate
myself to get out of bed.  The happiness I had been feeling had turned into
an uneasy feeling in my stomach that I couldn't shake.  I opened my eyes to
look at Sean.  He was indeed sleeping peacefully, with a smile across his
lips that I hadn't seen on him in a very long time.

I was able to temporarily counteract that nauseous feeling in the pit of my
stomach by forcing myself to be content in the moment, just as I had asked
Sean to be.  I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes again.
I'll get up in a few minutes to finish packing, I told myself.

But I was exhausted; from the week of partying; from the evening's sex; from
the anxiety I was suddenly feeling about my whole relationship debacle.  And
I made up my mind to deal with it in the morning as I quickly fell into a
deep sleep.



To Be Continued...

As always, thanks for all the support I'm getting for this series.  I really
appreciate all the input I've been receiving.  And remember, comments and
suggestions are always welcomed.


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