The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall, #1

Chapter 15: Keep Your Enemies Closer

After stepping out of the SUV, I trudged toward Peterson Hall, ready to brush my teeth while not ready to face Buff. What a special moment I'd had with Twunky and Jerrick, both sexually and beyond. It put a warm smile on my face. I felt like Jerrick and I connected so well too. If only things had been different and that we'd been in better situations. I'd date him.

Date. Wow.

Why date when I was a cheater? Granted, it'd been only one out of several girlfriends, but still. I hated that I'd cheated on Leah. There was no excuse for that, and she didn't deserve any of it. I never wanted to cheat again, and it was why I was more selective with who to date, if I ever got to that point with someone. I just wanted to be happy for once. But what was happiness in actuality? Sex? Love?

Both?

Past the lobby, I marched up the enclosed staircase to the fourth floor, down the hallway, and right in front of the entry door to the Peters' suite. After a moment of standing here, trying to calm down, I entered and closed the door. I took a few more steps and stopped in the living space. My heart pounded, and I swallowed.

Mom and Dad?!

They sat on the couch nearest to me while Buff sat on the other couch. He sported a serious look that softened as if he were actually innocent. Mom and Dad, however, looked pissed. I knew them all too well. Somehow, I felt like my life was over. I didn't know it, of course, but given their presence here and clear anger, I just had a strong feeling it was, a feeling that made me sick to my stomach.

Mom sighed. "We know the truth, Pete."

The room started spinning. This wasn't fucking happening. Buff had fucked me over big time.

Dad gave me a look of repulsion. "We realize you don't want to change your lifestyle, which explains why you were so adamant about coming here so that you can hide the truth. You already know how strongly we feel about homosexuality."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm not gay."

"Well, you're not straight," Mom said. "We saw the disgusting video of you participating in an orgy."

What? No, Buff. No...

Fuck!

"I'm bi, actually." At this point, my life was falling apart. They knew the truth, so why pretend otherwise. I stared at Buff for a moment, my eyes watery. He'd probably uncensored my face but kept everyone else's blurred.

He formed a "sympathetic" expression that couldn't fool me. "I'm sorry, Pete. I had to tell them because I was concerned about your new sex addiction."

What?!

Dad looked at Buff. "How do you even handle living with a bunch of gay guys?"

Buff sighed. "I pray to God every night to give me the strength I need. I'm always praying for my roommates, but they don't want to change."

"Well, it's a good thing you're getting a new room soon."

"Yeah, it's for the best."

Oh my fucking God.

"Did Pete ever try to touch you since you two share a bed?" Mom asked.

Buff nodded. "It's why I made him sleep on the couch. He's too oversexed, and I can't trust him anymore."

"Buff, stop..." I frowned.

Mom shook her head at me. "I don't believe you're bi. From all the sinful activities your roommate has told us, and even touching him, not a single one of them involved a woman. You're gay, Pete. We realize that now. And you already know we don't believe in conversion therapy because gay people cannot change. They're condemned to hell because of the devil's permanent influence."