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  Corrupting Chris

  an erotic Five Boroughs short

  Santino Hassell

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  About This Book

  Corrupting Chris

  About the Author

  Also by Santino Hassell

  Christopher Mendez has long since accepted his role in his squad of gorgeous friends. He’s the short one. The funny one. The one who gets called “cute” and “sweet” before girls bypass him to check out his taller and sexier friends. His lack of game has become a running joke. He doesn’t mind. Not really. But his hands are starting to get boring and flying solo is getting old.

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  Enter Stephanie Quinones and Raymond Rodriguez—stage left. They adore Chris in every way, and they’ve made a pact to get him naked. Together. No strings, no romantic feelings—just three lifelong friends getting dirty on a hot summer day. Their usual routine of video games and trash TV is fun, but corrupting Chris? Even better.

  2011 ~ Four years before Five Boroughs

  Chris

  I'd been friends with Raymond for approximately nineteen years (nearly my entire life), so I didn't blink once the wet sound of sliding tongues drifted from the other side of the room. He and Stephanie hooking up today had been inevitable as soon as they’d walked through the door of the tiny one-bedroom apartment I’d recently moved into on Jamaica Avenue.

  They’d arrived in full grope mode. Steph had greeted me with a kiss on the cheek all while sliding her hand down the back of Ray’s shorts. She loved squeezing butts and wasn’t shy about doing in front of an audience on a regular day, but they tended to come by as a horny pair when they needed an empty house to get busy in. Considering Ray still lived at home and Steph’s asshole brother was crashing with her again… that left my spot as the only free spot.

  I didn’t mind too much.

  It was hotter than ten dicks outside, I had one busted window unit for an air conditioner, and they were both showing a lot of skin. Raymond never really wore much besides sagging basketball shorts and a tank top in the summer, but Stephanie was wearing skintight jeans full of rips, Jordans, and a thin ribbed tank top. Some people liked to say Stephanie’s clothing choices were made to get attention, but those people were stupid. Stephanie just liked doing whatever the hell she wanted, and didn’t give a damn about anyone else’s opinion on the matter.

  She also enjoyed running her hands all over Raymond in my living room but, come on, he’s Raymond. Who could blame her? If he hadn’t been born with such an attitude problem, he’d probably be employed at a job designed specifically for mega hot people. Like a model. Or a terrible actor. I could totally picture him as a sarcastic cop on Law and Order. Probably SVU, because he’d be friends with Ice-T.

  In any case, there were more pressing matters at hand than the fact that Stephanie was probably straddling him a few feet away. Like the sweet sweet herbs ground to perfection in the bowl of my pipe and the fucking assholes I'd been teamed with for the match on Call of Duty. I had no idea why I even played Call of Duty anymore besides Raymond liking it pretty much more than anything. Well, more than most things. He loved smoking. And my mother's mofongo.

  Mmm. Mofongo. Hungry.

  A sharp gasp drew my eyes to the side of the room and my gaze caught on my horny friends. They'd progressed past kissing, and the sight of Steph's jeans and underwear in a puddle on the floor was enough of a distraction to get me killed in the game.

  "Fuck!"

  Some asshole named LOLZdad had merc’d me while I'd left my character standing randomly in a corner like a noob. The kill cam did a delightful replay of that motherfucker coming up on me, and I nearly tossed the controller at the screen. Almost. I'd just moved into the apartment a few weeks ago and the TV was my most prized possession considering I barely had anything else. The rest of my belongings consisted of hand-me-down sofas, an armchair, and the same sorry-ass full sized bed I'd slept in since hitting puberty.

  I couldn't tell if it was luck or just shitty genes that had prevented me from growing past 5'8". Raymond had shot up like a weed. He was probably pushing 6'3" easily. And he stayed lean and strong while I had to work out five times a week just to avoid getting the hereditary Mendez gut.

  I patted my abdomen as if to check that it hadn't miraculously changed in the past hour. Maybe it was time to part ways with beer. All the calories in beer were a sure-fire way of getting a gut. Well, probably all the wings and pizza too. Eh, fuck abs and being in shape. Round was a shape too, right? I could dig it.

  "Oh, fuck, Ray."

  Tossing the controller to the carpeted floor, I swiveled in my gaming chair and lit the pipe. I held my breath while Steph slung her legs on either side of his knees, spread like cool whip on a slice of pie, and turned her head to kiss him while he rubbed her clit.

  I could see everything from the wet mound between her thick thighs to the way he'd slid his hand in the arm opening of her tank top to rub her nipple. Neither of them seemed to care that I was staring. The modesty train had pulled out of the station after Ray and my late-night sleepover jerkoff sessions in junior high after we'd discovered the wonders off Internet porn.

  We hadn’t touched each other or anything, though. It was a fact that I’d rushed to inform Steph after she’d teased us about it, but it had only resulted in her teasing me further since I’d acknowledged the potential of us jacking each other. Which—okay, I had thought about it. Someone else’s hand on your dick is better than your own regardless of who the hand belonged to. That was how I rationalized it to myself, anyway. I hadn’t bothered explaining this thought process to Steph, and had simply told her she had a dirty mind. She’d agreed.

  Stephanie loved hooking up, and she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. So, basically, she loved hooking up when she knew I’d see her in action. My lack of a sex life was the stuff of legends on the block, and a constant source of teasing at the handball court. She joked all the time about “corrupting” me. She’d say it teasingly while kissing someone else but looking at me the entire time, and would invite me to join in. I always figured she was joking, and just being her usual loudly sex positive self, but… sometimes I was tempted to take her up on it.

  Now being one of those times.

  Her being gorgeous was only a small part of it. Which, okay, she was a knock-out. My height, long legs tanned a deep bronze from days stretched out on Rockaway Beach, wide hips, a big ass, and the most beautiful breasts on this side of Queens. Raymond shoved her tank top to the side and just the sight of one of them had me hard enough to make my turned-on status blatant to the entire world.

  "Shit."

  Raymond's eyes slid open a fraction. I swore they dropped to where I was palming myself in my shorts, and stayed there. I bit my lip and squeezed harder.

  "Imma go to the store," I said without moving. “A store that’s real far away. In, like, Long Island.”

  Raymond said, "Don't leave on our account."

  Steph's toes were curling and she looked on the cusp of an orgasm, but she still grinned all wide and teasing. "You know you can join us, Chris."

  Raymond's hand tightened on her and my dick gave another little jolt. I could feel the tip sticking to the front of my shorts.

  "Uh. What?" I was an idiot. I knew what she meant, but she didn’t usually say it when Ray was present. It was usually some random nonfactor guy who was just delighted to be in her presence. “Now?”

  "Yes, now. Ray would totally be down," she said, low and husky. "It's just sex, Chris."

  "Er." I looked at Raymond desperately but he just watched me beneath nearly shut eyelashes and kept tormenting h
er clit. He barely moved a muscle as she squirmed in his lap. Probably grinding her round ass all over his dick.

  "It's whatever to me," he said after a beat of silence. "Steph calls the shots."

  I gave my dick a quick pump through my shorts. "I'm good watching for now."

  Raymond's fingers slicked over her nub faster and Stephanie arched her back, toes curling again. "Oh fuck, yes," she breathed. "It'd be great if you sucked my nipples, Chris.”

  I froze, eyes going wide. “What? Seriously?”

  She gave me this imploring look, like she was innocent and sweet and asking for a cookie. “I'd come so hard…"

  I stared, and Raymond snorted into her hair. “Stop messing with him.”

  “No, no, it’s fine,” I said quickly. “I, uh, I like… watching.”

  Raymond snickered, and I couldn’t blame him. It was only me who could sound like a fucking nerd while admitting to being a giant voyeur. But I was, and they looked good together. Really good. So good that I was close to a nuclear prepubescent wet dream explosion. When she arched her back and cried out, sharper this time, I lose it.

  I took my dick out, jerking it fast, and slumped down on the chair. I shifted my attention between the soaked heat between her thighs and Raymond's face. He kept looking at me, like maybe he wasn't cool with me having my piece in my hand after all. Even so, he didn't stop what he was doing, so I didn't stop what I was doing, and a couple of times we stared at each other while the heat of an orgasm pooled in my gut.

  But I didn't come. My own hand was ineffective compared to all the exposed skin being offered a few feet away.

  "Chris, come on," Stephanie breathed. "We want you."

  We?

  I looked at Raymond, but he shifted position and broke my gaze. Stephanie was on her back so quickly that the movement was a blur, then Raymond's rangy body was kneeling between her thighs. He was bare chested by now but his shorts were sagging off his hips as he thrust a couple fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with a third. A swell of noise erupted from her throat—panicked cries, little whimpers, and his name choked out and bitten off with a sharply keened, "Oh fuck me, please, yes!"

  The orgasm hit her hard. She threw her head back, and her hips and torso rose jerkily as if she’d temporarily lost control of her body. By the time she pressed her thighs together with a long sigh and collapsed onto the sofa, I'd probably lost half my body weight in oozing precum.

  She lay there for a moment, eyes closed and collecting herself, before opening them again. A great exhale blew the hair out of her face, and she shot Raymond a devilish smile. His face was unchanged, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

  I had no idea what pervy silent communication they had going on, but watching them together was so sexy. Even now when he was simply caressing her thigh and looking down at her with heavy lidded eyes, I was turned on by how in tune with each other they were. It was that, more than anything else, that made me want to take their invitation. Because I wanted that too. With both of them. The connection.

  "Shit," I said after a beat. "That was really something."

  Stephanie’s body unlocked and she sagged against the cushions, breathing hard. "Only Raymond can make me come that hard. It's why I hang out with his bum-ass."

  "Fuck you," Raymond said good naturedly. He sucked her wetness off his fingers. One at a time. “You want a beer?”

  “Yes, please,” she said.

  He nodded, adjusted himself through his shorts, and went into my kitchen as if he hadn’t just helped her come all over my couch. I kept staring, even after she slipped her underwear back on.

  “Why didn’t you come play?” she asked. “Do you want me to stop asking? I will if it’s weird. I don’t want to be sexually harassing you, papi.”

  “You’re not harassing me. Well, I mean I don’t mind. Harass away.”

  Stephanie crossed one leg over the other, frowning at me. “Are you sure? Because I really think you’d have fun. That’s why I keep asking. I can tell you’d be super into a threesome maybe even more so than hooking up with someone solo.”

  “How can you tell that?” I asked skeptically.

  “Because you literally never check anyone out on their own, and only seem interested if someone is getting physical with another person? Although, that could be your thing too, you know. Looking but not touching. Plenty of people enjoy that on its own.”

  Again, I stared. “Do I really do that?”

  “Yes.”

  “How do you know?”

  She snorted. “It’s what I do. Notice things.”

  She’d noticed something I hadn’t even noticed about myself until, like, right now. “What are you, the squad sex guru?”

  “I prefer OG Boricua Sex Goddess, but whatever.” When I laughed, she joined in. “I mean I did de-virginize Ray. Which, by the way, he seriously doesn’t care about another dude joining in. You’re not the only one who gets off on voyeur stuff.”

  Until someone he liked was the one hooking up. I had a feeling Ray would be the uber possessive type in an actual relationship—if he ever managed one of those. He didn’t even like sharing his friends. Since I’d known him, in grade school, he’d only been fuck buddies with girls he was already friends with. My theory was that his laziness actively prevented him from talking to people he didn’t already know.

  He came back in the room with two beers, one for him and one for her. They drank while staring at me, and I was starting to feel like they’d come over with an evil plan in mind. One that involved the “corruption” she always teased me about.

  My dick again throbbed in my shorts. Raymond didn’t seem to miss the fact that I was still poking out.

  "You gonna come or what, bro?" he asked.

  "Errr." I glanced at his crotch. His dick was still tenting his shorts pretty good. "Are you?"

  "Oh my God, you dumbasses." Stephanie drained her beer and put the empty beer bottle on the floor. “Let’s just be straight forward, okay?” She looked me dead in the eye and said in the sweetest voice I’d ever heard from her: "I’m kind of messy right now. Come clean me up?"

  "Huh?"

  Raymond set his beer bottle down, shaking his head. "Eat her pussy, dumbass."

  "Oh.” I was going to explode. There was no way I couldn’t… not explode. But I tried to play it cool, and kept in mind that they were probably expecting me to get all shy and back down. Well, nah. Maybe I wouldn’t this time. Maybe I’d play. After all, maybe she was right. Maybe this was my thing. It sure as hell felt like my thing. “Yeah. I can do that."

  I had limited experience in terms of partners and occasions when I'd touched another human, but I loved going down on girls. The taste, the smell—all of it got me so turned on I could come just from the act alone.

  I got up, tugging up my shorts, and knelt between her thighs after she once again stretched out on the couch. She looked so goddamn beautiful it was hard not to just stare at her breasts, her soft stomach and hips, the glossy black hair spilling everywhere, and her flushed face and glazed eyes. She gave me a reassuring smile, and I licked my lips and turned my attention to her spread thighs.

  "Fuck, you're still so wet."

  "Yeah. I am." Stephanie spread her thighs wider, hooking one over the back of the couch. “Get to work."

  That was literally the only invitation I needed before burying my face between her legs and going to town. I ran my tongue all over her pussy, tasting every fold, and the moisture from her earlier orgasm. I moaned against her and started tormenting her clit with the tip of my tongue. She began to squirm, breathing hard, and released a startled moan when I sucked on it.

  "Just like that Chris,” she whispered. “Good boy.”

  I hummed against her, loving how turned on she was, and slid two fingers into her hole. The wet sound of them slowly going in and out made my dick throb. She was so turned on, arching against me and practically grinding against my face, that I'd almost forgotten Raymond at our side until I glanced up
. He was dragging the head of his dick along her lips, but not making any real effort to distract her from what I was doing to her. She licked him, suckling on the tip, but pulled away with a sharp cry.

  "Chris, I'm gonna come," she panted. "Don’t stop."

  "Let him dick you out," Raymond said, idly stroking himself while watching the path of my tongue. His eyes had darkened so much they looked black, and his long hair had come undone from the ragged knot he always wore it in. "I'll lick your clit while he fucks you."

  "God yes." Stephanie grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Do it. Please?"

  "Mmmm." Raymond's mouth curved up at the side after I got to my feet and kicked my shorts off. I once again knelt between Steph's thighs with my cock standing straight up against my stomach. I swear to God Raymond was transfixed by my dick. He kept staring with his lips slightly parted, jerking himself faster. His next words made me sure of it. "You sure you’re ready for all that dick, Steph?”

  Stephanie gave me a similar leer. “He’s about the same size as you.”

  Raymond shook his head, still eying me like my dick was prime cut he was considering buying at the market. It was making me feel kinda funny. Funny as in, I was leaking precum at this point and really confused by life.

  “Nah, he’s bigger. Thicker.”

  I shuddered, and had to look away from him because… what the fuck was even happening? I couldn’t process the idea of being with her, let alone the possibility of Ray being… potentially turned on by me just as much as her.

  My breath was already huffing out in deep gasps when I grabbed the underside of her knees and positioned myself between them. I teased the tip of my dick against her wet pubic hair, then her slit, and lower. She arched her back, clearly trying to get me inside her.

  "Give her that big dick, Chris,” Raymond said, voice gone husky and low. “Every fucking inch.”