The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall, #1

Chapter 16: A Heated Halloween

On Halloween night, I was in my and Buff's room getting ready for both the costume party and the big announcement of my leadership inauguration. Buff must've really held me so high on a pedestal to wait a few weeks to announce my new role as leader, insisting it needed to be grand. Granted, he'd had to prepare what to tell the higher-ups since leaders needed a damn-good reason to step down. Buff had apparently told them the other day, but he hadn't told me what he'd told them, as if being mysterious again. This was exactly why I could never trust him even if he hadn't been my secret enemy.

Even if I could love him.

The downfall of the past few weeks included me avoiding Twunky and Jerrick, and it hurt like hell to be so curt with them. They'd taken a hint after the first few times, but I could tell it hurt Jerrick the most. In fact, I hadn't heard from him since, even though he was supposed to be the sub. I'd told Buff to give him a break, and because Buff knew about my short history with Jerrick, he'd reluctantly accepted.

I looked in the mirror and shook my head at how ridiculous I looked. Buff had begged me to dress like a Greek god of some sort, even though it was just a measly toga and a gold-leaf crown. Meanwhile, Buff wore nothing but a chastity device, leather boots, and a dog collar. His brown fauxhawk was growing out too; he needed a haircut.

"You look so hot, Chosen One," he said in a horny tone. "Then again, you always do because you're my magnificent god." He yawned, but it wasn't the first time tonight. Why was he already getting tired?

I forced a chuckle, always trying to remember I had to be friendly to destroy him (after getting some money out of him). Night after night, I fucked him, albeit gently to avoid another bloody situation. I knew by now he'd fallen harder than ever. He was growing more and more attached, making Lincoln look less clingy.

Lincoln. Where was he these days? Avoiding me again?

"Ready to start?" Buff asked. But his eyes looked drowsy, and he was probably fighting it off.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Eh, I'll be fine. Ready?"

I nodded and led the way. There were times when he slipped into leader mode because of habit until he quickly realized he was now beneath me.

Leader. Wow. I still couldn't believe it.

I left the room and stopped near the center of the living space. Hush was dressed as a wolf, Himbo as a pro wrestler, and Fabio as a sexy cowboy. I'd never gotten to fuck either of them yet, but despite being sexy, I'd always been more into Lincoln, Twunky, and Jerrick since my move to Port Pelle.

And when I saw Twunky dressed as a Spartan warrior, my heart melted from how hot he was, even though I could see only part of his face through the helmet. His right pec and that side of his torso peeked out of the cape. He carried a shield and sword, and the idea of him being my warrior made my dick rise with delight.

It also made me want him so much more.

Beyond just sex.

When he met my gaze, we locked into a longing connection for a few seconds. His brownish-reddish crewcut, blue-gray eyes, sun-kissed tone, and athletically-lean body were all parts of what made him so beautiful, just like Jerrick was beautiful with his own modelesque differences.

Jerrick. God, I missed connecting with him. I missed connecting with the two of them, but more so with Jerrick the more he was on my mind because of our special moment together. I couldn't get over it. I'd felt more for him in a genuine way that moment than any moment with Leah.

Leah. How was she? Was she still hurting? I continued to feel like shit for breaking her heart whenever she crossed my mind because it wasn't how I'd been as a person until moving to Port Pelle and falling into temptation while experimenting with gay sex for the first time. Why had I cheated on her when I'd never cheated in my life? Why couldn't I have broken up with her first? Better yet, why had I even let it get as far as it had if I'd never loved her like she'd loved me?