The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall, #1

Chapter 2: Lying to Leah

This wasn't happening. Leah wasn't supposed to attend the same college, much less live on the first floor of Peterson Hall, right below me. She was supposed to go to Ann Arbor instead. She'd wanted to surprise me all along, but surprised was an understatement. It was why I'd escaped home to be here, to be on my own and have my own space. My heart sank with major disappointment, which only made me feel guiltier for not appreciating what I had with her.

She tucked some of her long, blonde hair behind an ear and wrinkled her nose as she walked inside my dorm room.

I closed the door and remained standing, her sweetish perfume triggering my dick to start twitching. I tried to ignore Lincoln's knowing smirk. He stood near his bed. The horndog was probably waiting for Leah to leave so that we could finish what we'd started. But I wasn't going to go there. We'd been dangerously close, and I couldn't take that risk again. I was lucky to have pulled my shorts high enough so that my T-shirt could hide the large wet spot around my bulge.

"It smells like guy in here," Leah said. A smell that I didn't even notice myself, or I was just that turned on by it. Who knew?

"The whole floor does," Lincoln added in a nonchalant tone.

"I'm sure it does." Leah turned around, her back facing Lincoln, and she wrapped her arms around me and gave my lips a peck, smiling. "I missed you, Pete."

I inhaled and released a gentle breath, forcing a smile in return that came out tighter than I'd wanted. "I'm here now." I didn't want to lie to her. I didn't even want to start lying. But I'd been lying to her the whole time about myself. A year together, and I felt stuck. I didn't know what I was; I just knew the opposite sex had never been my sole attraction.

And I'd suppressed so much of my "new" attraction.

Leah beamed. "I know, and I think it's going to be awesome. Me on the first floor, you on the second. I mean, we've never lived this close to each other, and it's a great way to be closer."

I gave her a big hug, but it wasn't because I wanted to. I needed to hide my expression. My gaze locked with Lincoln's.

He turned around and mooned me with his jockstrap still on, making my heart race with nervousness. My dick came to life from both the view of his smooth ass and Leah's soft touch. He pressed his fingers against his glutes and made them jiggle like so many gay porn stars did. Lean, yet still able to have some jiggle to each cheek. He knew just how to tempt me. And I didn't just want to bite each cheek; I wanted to dive right into his crack to sniff and lick his hole.

Fuck, living with him was dangerous. I could easily fall into his seduction if I wasn't careful. This wasn't fair. Had I not been an emotional and monogamous guy, it wouldn't have been an issue.

He slowly mouthed, "Fuck me."

Oh, Lincoln, if he only knew. Well, he kind of did.

Leah ended the hug, forcing Lincoln to slide his shorts back on in a hurry. She bit her lower lip and leaned close to my ear. "You're getting hard."

So I was, but partly for reasons she could never know.

"My roommate's a fanatical Christian, and she's so hellbent on having our room be blessed on a regular basis, so I was thinking I could give you a blowjob somewhere else one of these days."

I missed her mouth, and sex with her was great—she could only take half of me—but I still needed my own space. Did Lincoln swallow? Leah never did. She'd tried it once and hurled, but since she liked getting me off, she spit instead as her part of our sexual compromise.

While her back still faced Lincoln, he pointed at himself, then at me, and then at his bed, along with gesturing a blowjob. He was so horny that he wanted me so desperately.