The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall, #1

Chapter 12: A Big Eggplant for Three Virgin Peaches (Part 2 of 3)

After finally fucking Twunky and connecting with him on a more personal level, we returned to the Peters' suite where the other Peters still touched each other as a warmup. It was strange watching Hush looking left out with a limp dick. I'd never understand why Buff had even bothered letting him join if he was straight. Sexuality did matter because Hush couldn't perform unless he was watching girl-on-girl action with deep focus. It wasn't always convenient to do that. It was probably enough that Buff had deflowered his straight ass.

Buff. There he was with a suspicious look while getting a blowjob from Himbo. Or was it caution? I couldn't tell. Thank God I'd wiped Twunky's "ass residue" off my dick to eliminate the evidence. He'd used a wipe to clean his ass, so we were good (not that he'd been dirty since he'd douched, thankfully).

"Feel better, Chosen One?" Buff looked at me and Twunky, but I still couldn't tell what he was thinking. Since he allowed us to mess around, just without me touching Twunky's ass, he probably wondered if we had.

I gave him a nod and a little smile, relieved that I was getting horny again since I was supposed to have saved my load.

Jerrick was still away from the others, just rubbing his huge dick every so often. Huge dick. Fuck. I still couldn't believe he was bigger than me. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have cared. But my Peter role had changed forever. Sure, Buff was protecting me, but that didn't guarantee the truth wouldn't come out.

And what was Jerrick thinking? Was he nervous? His prominent eyebrows lowered just a tiny bit to show he was pensive. I hoped the experience would be fun for him.

Buff gently pushed Himbo away from his dick and walked toward me with a crooked smirk. "Ready to commence?"

I lifted an eyebrow. "Commence?"

He shrugged. "Eh, it sounds more official that way." He walked toward a surface where a phone had already been propped, and he fiddled with it to get it to record. He glanced at everyone. "All right, Peters, let's start the deflowering ritual."

Jerrick walked to the center and got on all fours, naturally knowing his place. What a beautiful, sexy model whose hot little butt was mine tonight. His longish, brown hair mixed with blond and red looked great on him, even though I typically preferred short hair on guys. It was weird how a twink could turn me on like this when I preferred jocks. Well, when it came to men since I had different preferences for women. But he was a masculine pretty boy, and he never failed to make me horny.

Twunky, Fabio, Himbo, and Hush surrounded him, while I stood behind him. Then, there was a hard knock on the door, a bit off-kilter.

Buff wrinkled his forehead. "Who could that be?" He didn't bother changing as he headed toward the entry door, his big bubble making my dick twitch. He opened it but hid the rest of his body behind the door. "Well, well, Joker. You're actually here."

Lincoln made it!

"You're just in time. Come in." Buff let him inside and shut the door.

Lincoln stumbled a little and formed a loopy grin, wasting no time getting naked. Had he been drinking? This wasn't like him at all. He joined the circle and played with his hardening dick.

Buff approached us and stood beside me. "Listen up, virgin sacrifice. Tonight's the night you become sub Peters. Or simply sub. As the virgin sacrifice, you will take every inch of the Chosen One. It's most likely going to hurt because you're really tight and Chosen One's really big, but you tough it out because there's no way out of this. Your consent to assume the role includes all sexual duties. So, it's his choice whether he wants to go rough, fast, tender, slow, whatever. You do not ever question his performance, nor do you try to break free. You just stay put and take it like you're supposed to until he comes inside you. Same goes for the rest of us. Do you understand?"