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The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall
Chapter 2: Lying to Leah
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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.
And I wanted him too.
Fucking badly.
"Well, I should get going," Leah said, frowning. Then, she perked up. "I got a new job, and my first shift starts soon."
I lifted my eyebrows. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, at the library since I have experience as an aide."
"That's great Leah!" I had to admit that I was excited for her. I'd applied to several jobs on and off campus, so I was still waiting to hear from at least one of them. Thankfully, Mom and Dad still helped me out with the belief that I was still a "good boy," and I had no choice if I wanted the money they had saved up for me that I couldn't touch just yet.
She kissed my lips a little more deeply this time. "I love you."
"Love you too." Those words felt so hollow.
"Bye." She turned to face Lincoln. "Nice meeting you." She gave him a little wave.
"Yeah, same. See you around." He at least had his moments of being polite.
Leah opened the door and left, and I closed it. I leaned against it and blew a big breath. I barely looked at Lincoln's horny smirk as he stepped closer to me. I shook my head. "No. Don't. I think I'm going to switch roommates soon."
He raised his eyebrows. "Wait, what? Why?" A little frown spanned his face.
"I don't trust myself around you. You're going to make me cheat if you don't stop. I've never cheated on anyone in my life." Did my first and only butt-sniffing experience count? It'd been recent too.
But Lincoln was back to seduction mode in no time, and he continued approaching me until our lips were too close. What a virile ginger who knew how sexy he was, and the fact that he didn't flaunt it made me even more attracted to him. "Why are you even with her when it's so obvious how much you want me?"
I swallowed and licked my dried lips. It took me a moment to answer. "I don't know."
"Do you love her?"
Did I? It was a question I kept asking myself. I'd liked her so much in the beginning of our senior year last year, and cheating on her was something that had never once crossed my mind back then. I'd dated other girls before her, and I'd been the same way. But all that had changed. The longer I'd been Leah's boyfriend, the less I'd felt about her after realizing my feelings were still not as strong as hers for me. Same thing with the other girls. Great sex, but that'd been it.
Lincoln sighed but didn't seem annoyed. "See, Pete? You can't even answer the question, so that says it all. How long have you guys been together?"
"A year."
"A year, huh?" He shook his head. "Wow. You should just break up with her at this point."
How, though? I'd never forget the night of our senior prom after we'd left the hotel. She'd gotten a bit dark and really depressed during a fight, and she'd said if she lost me, she might as well have lost her life. Such vague words with the power to scare me. The other girls had taken our breakups much better, mostly because it'd been kind of mutual.
But not Leah. And it'd be my fault if she did something stupid over a breakup.
"When's the last time you blew a load?" Lincoln asked.
"Few days."
His eyebrows rose. "Damn, I can't go a whole day. I usually jerk off at least twice a day, sometimes more. I definitely have to do it before bed. Helps me relax and fall asleep."
I usually did it before bed too, but I was able to skip a day here and there, depending on my mood.
He took off his shirt and shorts, keeping only his jockstrap on. His bulge was drenched with precum. "You're frustrated, Pete. Look at how hard you're getting. So much precum too. Stop fighting it. Tell the guilt to fuck off and take advantage of me already. Also, it's not cheating if you get naked with me, so feel free to join me. I'm only wearing a jockstrap because it turns me on more this way."
"You come inside them?"
"Yep. And when I'm with a guy, I always have him nut on my ass."
"Oh, okay. Not inside?" Why was I continuing this conversation all of a sudden? My hormones intensified the longer Lincoln was around me.
"Nope. Condoms all the way. I'm not against bareback, just that I'm real careful because guys lie about their statuses all the time."
"I'm sure not all of them lie."
"Maybe not. But I'm still not taking a chance." Lincoln eyed the tent in my shorts. "That said, if you don't ever plan on fucking around with other guys and just do stuff with your girlfriend, I might make you an exception if you're up for it."
This horndog really wanted me that badly. And judging by my full erection, so did my dick with his hot jock butt. I started rubbing my bulge but then stopped.
"Why did you stop?"
I couldn't stop looking at every part of Lincoln: his green eyes, his light freckles, and his pasty ass now that he turned around to tease me some more. His S.L.U.T. tattoo made me hornier, oddly enough. Since it was above his crack, it told me to use that butt anytime I wanted.
It did look kind of off, though. The more I stared at it, the more amateurish it looked. Had an inexperienced tattoo artist done the job? I didn't have tattoos myself, but I'd seen enough of them to know how they generally looked on people's skin.
Hmm.
"It's not cheating if you jerk off and come all over my butt," Lincoln said. "You don't even have to touch me to do it. Just stare at it, stroke, and shoot. Maybe this will help you ease into it. Maybe I need to be less pushy and let you take the reins."
Maybe Lincoln was right, as desperate as he was. Was it really cheating just to masturbate? I couldn't control where my cum landed. Maybe I could think of it as live porn. Another thing that might've not been cheating was sniffing ass, the more I thought about it. What an embarrassing fetish I'd experienced only once. I definitely wouldn't like it if the ass weren't washed after a dump, but sweat didn't count as being dirty. Not to me. I liked the smell of sweat.
Sweat and ass.
I took my shirt off, kicked off my shoes, and stopped for a moment. My heart. Fuck. I needed reassurance fast. "You said it's not cheating if I get naked with you, right?"
Lincoln turned around to face me, smiling like I'd just made his day. "It's not. You're not doing anything wrong, so go right ahead."
I drew a breath and continued until I was fully naked. I tried to control my breathing like the pathetic dumbass I'd just become.
His eyes glared as he took sight of my hard dick. "Holy shit. You could be popular with that size. And it's thick." He shook his head as if stunned.
I laughed softly. "There are plenty of guys out there with bigger dicks."
"Actually, I read about that. Apparently, big cocks aren't as common as we think."
"Oh, okay." I didn't know what else to say.
"How big is it?"
"Probably nine inches." I shrugged. "Almost the length of a beer bottle."
"Fuck. Wish I could deepthroat. Wonder if I could actually take it up the ass since I've taken lots of cocks."
"You're really sexually active, huh?"
Lincoln smirked. "I'm a big slut. But that's what cruising and hookup apps do. No shame, though."
"Oh, I wasn't judging you or anything." Though, the more I interacted with him, something about him and the things he said seemed...off? I couldn't put my finger on it.
Hmm.
"I know. That's what I like about you." His expression softened for a moment as he gazed into my eyes. "How do you feel right now?"
How did I feel? Relaxed. Loosened up. Good.
"Free, right?"
I tried to smile because of the thought of Leah, but I managed to lift only one corner of my mouth. "Yeah," I muttered, nodding.
"See, Pete? This isn't cheating at all."
Lincoln was right. It wasn't. We were just two guys being naked in front of each other. Well, technically, not even since he wore a jockstrap.
"But this is definitely cheating." He reached for my lips and planted a deep kiss, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. What the fuck was he doing! Yet I couldn't break the kiss. This was...wow. I'd never made out with a guy before.
And I suddenly loved it, almost melting into goo.
Lincoln broke the kiss and grinned. "Now that I just made you cheat for the first time, you can do anything you want to me and it won't make a difference." He turned around to show me his ass again. "You can start by nutting all over my butt."
Fuck, this desire was too much. I couldn't think anymore. The more I stared at it, the more I craved it like a feral animal that'd been locked in a cage for a long time. But I didn't want to nut on his butt just yet. I wanted to smell it first.
I dropped to my knees, his hot ass greeting my face. I swallowed from what I was about to do. My heart pumped, and the room spun a bit. But at this point, nothing was stopping me. I placed a hand on one of his cheeks and gave it a little squeeze.
"Want to rim me?" Lincoln asked with a horny voice.
I didn't answer. I just let my dick take control. Whatever happened, happened. Whatever happened here, stayed here. In fact... "This stays between us, right?" I was so lightheaded that I needed to chill the fuck out.
"Always." From his tone, I could tell he was beyond giddy. I was on the verge of giving him what he'd wanted since he'd first laid eyes on me.
And what I'd wanted as well.
I kneaded his cheeks with both hands for a moment. I really was under a spell. His spell. He had a charm that I couldn't ignore. He'd seduced me until I'd fallen like a trapped mouse. And here I was, playing with a guy's ass.
"God, I've waited for this," Lincoln said in a breathy tone. "Even though I just met you, but still."
I leaned closer to his crack that had a few damp, red hairs poking out. I stared at it some more as if entranced by this new experience. I was succumbed to this intense lust that drove me to a state of sexual oblivion. Then, I pressed my nose against his crack. I took a long whiff and breathed out. Musky. A little funk. Some sweat. Maybe unshowered, maybe not, but not exactly unclean either. Just a total man. Leah had a sweet pussy that I loved eating for an entirely different reason. But this here was a total ass: a man's ass.
And all for me right now.
When I'd done this at the party over the summer and had backed away after a short time, I'd been so bummed. I'd wanted more. But the fact that the guy had been passed out from drinking had made it a turn-off. Lincoln, however, had given me more than just consent. He'd expressed his desire to be taken advantage of. That alone filled me with so much lust that I was dripping a lot of precum into a thick string that just hung and stuck to my inner thigh.
I sniffed some more, stroking my dick while intoxicated by the manly scent. My breaths hardened, and my hunger for this hot existence knew no bounds. I rubbed my nose all over Lincoln's crack, taking whiff after whiff. I spread his cheeks and observed a tight, pink pucker surrounded by plenty of red hairs. Some of the hairs stuck against the skin from the sweat.
I furrowed my eyebrows. But why did his anus look so tight for having been plowed many times. While I didn't watch porn too often, I'd still seen enough gay clips to know the difference between loose and tight. Every destroyed pucker I'd seen had had some kind of looseness, even a little.
Hmm.
Lincoln turned his head and smiled. "Like my ass?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Want it?"
"I do."
"It's yours, Pete. Fucking take it and use it. My tattoo doesn't lie."
Oh, that talk. He probably loved being treated like a slut. But I was savoring the moment instead. I pressed my nose against his hole. The anus did look clean, thankfully. I could do this to a whole group of jocks, maybe throw in the odd twink for kicks as long as he was hot enough. I preferred jocks, but I had my occasional exceptions. All of the guys in my head bent over while waiting for my devoted nose, enjoying it the way Lincoln did. I was a butt sniffer, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to change.
I didn't want to.
"You can use your tongue too, you know," he added.
"You teased me, so now I tease you."
He chuckled. "Fair enough."
I gently blew on his pucker.
He made a combination of a moan and chuckle. "That tickles."
"Yeah?"
"A little."
Damn it, I was already so close to coming with a profusion of precum, that tingling sensation warning me it was time. I tried to hold in the urge for as long as I could, just sniffing away. But after a minute or so, not once having a lick like I would've wanted, I lost it.
I jolted back on my feet and beat off furiously right in front of Lincoln's ass. "Bend over, I'm gonna come. Fuck."
He did as told and spread his cheeks in the process, his tattoo waving for my attention. "Fuck yeah, shoot all over my butt."
I stared at S.L.U.T., getting closer while my breaths grew heavier. I toyed with the waistband of his jockstrap by yanking it far enough and letting it snap hard against the small of his back. "You're a slut, aren't you?"
"A dirty fucking slut."
I gave one of his cheeks a light slap and groped it. "I bet you get pounded by lots of guys."
"Yeah, but I haven't tried an orgy yet."
"No?" I didn't let go of his cheek. I caressed it while jacking off with my other hand.
"Nope. Maybe me and you should try it someday."
Closer. Closer. I huffed, slapping Lincoln's cheek harder, and I groped it again. "Ride all those dicks like a slut."
"And then ride yours so you can be the one to nut inside me. All the others with condoms, but I want you raw in me."
Closer and closer. "Want my cum?"
"Fuck yeah I do. Shoot that fucking load."
I panted. "Slut."
"Your fucking slut to use."
I tightened my jaw, my eyes so heavy as I kept staring at S.L.U.T. "Dirty slut."
"Fucking filthy-ass slut. Shoot your load on my butt, Pete, come on."
"Yeah, fuck, I'm coming...ungh..." And that was it. My dick erupted, leaving me grunting with clenched teeth to control my volume. Rope after rope flew over Lincoln's head, a thick glop landing on his hair and some by his neck and shoulder.
"Holy shit, Pete." He turned his head to look at me, and a shot hit his cheek in a light splat, making him flinch with a few blinks. He wiped it off and tasted it. "Mmm, so hot."
I controlled a moan while the ecstasy controlled me instead, my body shaking a little. The rest of my cum squirted on his back and butt, some of it trickling past S.L.U.T. and dripping onto his hole. Part of the waistband of his jockstrap was soaked.
Fuck. I'd never come like this in my entire life. I was in such shock, yet full of so much dizzying pleasure that lasted longer than any other sexual experience I'd had.
Spent, I caught my breath while the afterglow threatened to knock me out for a nap. I observed the mess I'd just made, probably about ten big shots' worth and a few smaller ones, much of it running down the sides of his body. What had I done? I'd just cheated for the first time. I'd betrayed Leah's trust. I'd fucking cheated on her with a guy. But at this point, Lincoln was right. It didn't matter what I did from now on. Cheating was cheating, and I didn't want to think about it right now. I shoved the guilt aside, knowing all too well that it would eventually come back to make me feel like shit.
Lincoln remained bent over. He managed to scoop some of my cum off his back and butt, but not around his tattoo. He used it as lube to finger himself while jacking off from the inside of his jockstrap. He gave me a show, making my dick twitch again. Only his fingertips entered, maybe a little more, but not much. It was still hot to watch, though.
Why was I still fixated on his ass? I helped him, scooping lots of it off his skin. But this time, I took over and fingered him while he sucked the cummy fingers that'd been inside his hole. What a filthy pig.
A hot pig who got me hard again.
Lincoln stroked himself while my fingers struggled to burrow inside his hole. Why was it so fucking tight? I could barely get a finger in there, yet he'd somehow managed to do it, albeit just the tips. My fingers were thicker, but still.
And what was going on with me? It was like this hot ginger jock had brought me to an unrestrained state, releasing all the filthy thoughts I'd suppressed over the years.
I leaned closer to his ear while standing behind him. I bit his earlobe, gently yanking on it and then giving it some sucks and a kiss. I swirled my tongue around his ear.
"Make me come, Pete," Lincoln whispered while still masturbating his dick from inside his jockstrap. "Fuck, I'm close."
I continued exploring him. This was my time to spend with a guy, to discover what I liked and didn't like. So far, I loved his ear, and now, his neck for a hard suck.
"Shit, Pete...I could fucking submit to you at this point. Never knew I could feel like this. I'd even date you."
Date? I didn't say a word since it was probably just sex talk. I just kept sucking Lincoln's neck while he pleasured himself. I made a little hickey and smiled. Then, I moved to his cheek and toward the corner of his mouth.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
I did, and we made out for a while, our tongues twisting around at an even pace. He knew just how to kiss, and so did I. He repeatedly moaned through my mouth until his moans grew a little louder, warning me of his release. I knew he was about to come because his kisses were slower now and out of pace. He released a drawn-out groan, his body quivering. I imagined he came hard with as horny as he'd been. Huffing, he gave me a loopy expression. "Can I tell you something?"
"What?"
"You're so much my type. Ever since I saw you, I just knew you were the one for me. I've watched a lot of porn with guys who look similar to you."
I let out a chuckle. "That explains why you were so desperate."
"No one's ever shown me passion like you did, Pete. Fuck, you're like Don Juan DeMarco or something."
"Eh, I'm just me."
Lincoln smiled again. "Maybe that's why I like you." Was he dreamy now? His expression was softer.
As hard as I was again, I had stuff to do. But I wanted to taste his cum. I was too curious now that he was still here with me. I slid my hand inside the front of his jockstrap, and my eyes grew wide. What a load! It was like soup in there. I grabbed his still-hard dick, which felt about average, and I gave it a few strokes just because, grinning.
"I could easily go again. You?"
"Not now. I have stuff to take care of."
"Oh. Okay. I get it." Was Lincoln disappointed?
I decided to prolong this moment for a bit just to make him happy. I got some of his cum and brought it to my mouth for a taste. It was okay. I'd tasted my own before, so it wasn't a shock to me. I reached for more and fed him his own cum, more and more until it looked like molten lip gloss. I kissed his cummy lips and swallowed what he hadn't. Maybe he'd done that on purpose to share it with me.
With one last kiss, I pressed my nose against his and formed a warm smile. "Thanks."
Was he melting over me now? It was the dreamy face that all the girls I'd dated had made. Wasn't he supposed to be a slut? "No problem. Want to do this again later? Maybe tonight before bed?"
"Sure. But let me see that ass again."
"Mmm, you love it, don't you?"
"I do." I turned Lincoln around to get ready to drink in the view and maybe play with it for a moment. My eyes widened at his tattoo suddenly a bit smeary around the edges. Did tattoos even do that? Was it just new?
Hmm.
I shrugged it off and played with his butt. I continued fighting the thought of Leah trying to barge in and guilt me. It was too late. I'd done what I'd done, and there was no turning back. I hadn't just cheated on her; I'd connected with a new roommate with benefits. I was in too deep with Lincoln.
And I couldn't get enough.
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To be continued...
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