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The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall
Chapter 4: An Hour to Deflower Could Go Sour
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There was no time to waste. We had to get down to business. The Peters were waiting for us, and I had exactly one hour to deflower Lincoln. So, here we were, back in our dorm room and having just taken our clothes off. Because of it being late summer and barely nighttime by the clock, it was still light outside while dusk inside.
Standing by his bed, Lincoln panted a little. "Fuck, I'm scared of that monster of yours."
I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him. In some ways, it was challenging to be affectionate with him after he'd betrayed me. In other ways, I couldn't let him remember his first time forever in misery. Virginity meant nothing to me, but it clearly did to him. Maybe I was a softie who (sometimes) wore his heart on his sleeve. Either way, once we were done, so was I done with him. Well, we'd be brothers in the Peters and would probably have to share each other in whatever celebratory fucks that went on, but I'd keep my distance and never trust him again.
I kissed his lips and stared into his green eyes. "Hush isn't much smaller than me, and the others aren't small either."
"I know," Lincoln muttered. "Will you go easy on me?"
I didn't want to like him because of his charm. Had he not done what he'd done, and had I gotten to know him over time, things would've been much different. But he'd destroyed any chance of us in the future. I nodded. "Promise."
"Okay." He broke free from my hold, grabbed a bottle of lube from under his pillow, and handed it to me. Then, he climbed his bed and lay on his flat belly like deadwood. "I don't have any condoms, just so you know, but I'm a virgin and you're not."
"I haven't had sex with a guy, though."
"Girls can catch stuff too."
"Not my girlfriend. Unlike me, she's loyal, and she actually made me get tested when I told her I've been with other girls." Unlike me. Just saying that threatened to make me feel like shit for cheating on Leah.
"Well, I guess I have no choice but to trust you."
"I'm clean. You have no worries."
Lincoln didn't say another word. It was a relief that he cared about sexual health since many guys didn't. But his ass. As much as I wanted to fuck it, I wanted to eat it first. I'd make it quick.
After slathering my dick with lube, I set the bottle aside and hovered over him, scooting back to reach for his hot butt. I kept thinking about the time, so I dove right in and worked my tongue for all it was worth.
Lincoln moaned, letting out horny gasps. His moans were more like whimpers. A virile man with a soft side, just like me. It was why I could relate except he moved fast in the love department whereas I took my time. Then again, I'd never met anyone who'd gotten me to fall fast enough to find out. I still wasn't sure if I was in love with Leah.
I swirled my tongue around Lincoln's hairy hole while squeezing his cheeks with both hands, occasionally giving them hard sucks and gentle bites. The clock was ticking, though. I had to hurry and fuck him already because there was no telling how long it'd take to devirginize him. An hour to deflower, and not a minute longer.
I repositioned myself and got on top of him while lifting myself enough to align my dick with his hole. As soon as I pressed the head against the pucker, his hisses made me stop. "You okay?"
"Shit, I can already tell it's going to hurt."
"Try to relax, okay?"
"Easy for you to say since you're the top."
I questioned whether I'd bottom for the right guy. I'd never really pictured it much since I'd always been very top-minded, seeing as how I'd only been with girls and had suppressed gay thoughts. That said, I didn't think I was entirely against being a bottom under the right circumstances, whatever the case would be.
"I don't want my stepbrother in a sexual way, but I have to admit that it's a relief he's the smallest."
"Yeah, he seemed about six inches when I touched it, not real thick either. Average, I guess."
"But his ego is way bigger."
"No shit." I kept trying to push a little deeper into Lincoln, going as slowly as I could. Every time he hissed, I stopped.
He panted like he was in labor, and he groaned through gnashed teeth. There was no way he'd take this. I was way too big for his super-tight hole, and his lack of enjoyment made my dick soften.
Fuck. Great.
I sighed, getting off him and lying on my back. "How are we going to do this?"
"I'm sorry," Lincoln said under his breath.
"Not your fault. You're just too tight and I'm too big."
After a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe I should drop out of college and take a gap year."
My eyebrows rose. "Why?"
"It's the only way out of the club. I don't want to be a part of it. I never did. But once you get an invitation and enter that suite, you're fucked for four years. I want out."
I couldn't blame him. I'd want out too, and I still did, but I couldn't go back home. There were many negative memories there. From a pregnancy scare back in the ninth grade that had led me to take a paternity test to prove the girl had lied about me being the father, to deeply-homophobic parents who'd disown me and take away my trust fund if they knew the truth about me, to feeling smothered and suffocated by my family with very little privacy, to Mom's same-age (but hot) friend I'd fucked a few times before meeting Leah who'd become obsessed with me. I just needed a four-year break. I remembered how much I'd had to fight to convince Mom and Dad that Port Pelle was the right school for me. They'd finally let go of pushing me to marry a girl my age from Puerto Rico I had no interest in since they didn't like Leah for personal reasons. In fact, that was what had convinced them to let me attend Port Pelle, to be away from her, which gave them hopes that four years would be enough time to get over her.
TL;DR: Family drama.
I glanced at Lincoln whose face seemed a bit sad. "So, why did you enter the suite if you knew you'd be stuck as a member?"
"Buff pushed me into it."
"Blackmail?"
"Yep."
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I have a feeling I'm going to end up hating him over time, maybe sooner than later."
"I already do."
"I bet. So how long has he been your stepbrother?"
"Not too long. Over a year."
"He's bullied you before?"
"All the time. Since day one." Oddly enough, Lincoln didn't sound as sad as I would've expected when he'd said that. Maybe he was adapted to it to the point of being emotionless about it.
"Well, since I can't take your cock, I guess we might as well go back and start the initiation ritual."
"But Buff's going last, which means you're getting a big dick up your ass to start with. The other Peters are above average. Even Twunky."
"What choice do I have, Pete? I'm fucked either way. You're too big, and so are they."
"But I want to be your first because it means a lot to you. I want to make you happy right now, Lincoln. I don't want you to go on for the rest of your life being scarred over your first time not being special. Let me make it special for you. I want you to remember this moment forever with a smile on your face."
"Really? You mean that?" Lincoln was deeply touched. I could tell.
"Of course. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed about you betraying me."
"I know," he muttered in a sad tone. "I'm sorry. It's just...it's just that Buff got it out of me, and then I was hurt from feeling rejected. But I realize I was moving too fast for you and that you just need more time."
I paused for a moment, pondering the betrayal and his fast feelings for me. Why dwell on it, though? What was done was done, and it was time to move on and hope for the best. It'd take a long time for me to trust him again, if ever, but there was no point in ignoring him when we'd see each other all the time as roommates and members of the Peters. "What time is it?"
Lincoln rolled over to the edge of the bed to reach for the floor and grab his phone from his jeans pocket. "Half an hour left." He continued like that for a moment longer as if fiddling with his phone, probably checking his messages or something.
Then, a familiar beep caused my eyes to widen since we had the same phone. Was that...what I thought it was? "Lincoln? Are you...recording something?"
"No, no, why would you think that?"
"Because...I recognize that beep."
"Oh, no, it's this one app that makes the same sound."
I lowered my eyebrows. "What app?"
"It's embarrassing. I'll tell you one day. I promise. But I'm not recording anything. Why would you think that? Kind of hurts that you now look at me like some suspicious crazy person just because I betrayed you."
Great. I felt like shit now. But I didn't want to fight about it. "Sorry, I shouldn't have accused you of that."
Lincoln finally rolled back toward me, his naked body against mine. He smiled. "I forgive you."
I sighed. "Please try again? Maybe you can ride me? I just want this to special for you."
He paused for a while. "Actually, there might be a way to ease the pain."
"Hey, whatever it takes, I'll do it."
"Yeah?"
"Yep."
Another pause. "Well...could we pretend we're boyfriends so you can say sweet stuff to me."
I didn't answer right away, and my mood sank with discomfort. How would I go about that? I'd never done it before, and I wasn't sure if I'd sound convincing enough.
"We'll break it off when we're done. You want it to be special for me, right?"
I sighed. "Okay. I can try."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Hop on board, I guess."
We chuckled at how corny that'd come out.
Lincoln wasted no time climbing my lower half. He started straddling my dick while looking happier than ever. It was like my agreement to his suggestion had boosted his mood tenfold, all in an instant. "Say sweet things to me, Pete. I'm your boyfriend now, remember?"
This was so awkward, but I tried my hardest to get more erect, given the unusual roleplay. "When I first laid eyes on you..." God, this sounded so fucking cheesy already. It was one thing to read romance because it was a feel-good fantasy to escape real life, especially learning that gay couples could indeed love each other like straight couples could (yep, I'd been bigoted way back when, and ashamedly so). "When I saw you for the first time, Lincoln, I knew you were the one."
Ugh.
"Aw, yeah?" Was that a bubbly act for the roleplay?
"Yeah." Thankfully, Lincoln was so hot in my eyes that he turned me on with little effort. I touched him everywhere to help me get harder, enjoying the feeling of his skin smooth. "You're my baby, right?"
"I am. We're falling for each other after a few dates now."
"I guess we are." As soon as my dick got erect, I guided him to sit on it. As he hissed, I gently shushed him. "You're my love, Lincoln. You can do this. You want me to make love to you, right?"
He nodded, breathing a little harder.
"Take it, baby. You got this. This is your dick to use, so use it."
"Mine?"
"Yours."
"No one else's?"
"No else's."
Lincoln slid farther down, hissing again.
I gave him more gentle shushes. "It's okay, baby. Come on. Your boyfriend's here with you, making sweet love to you. You want to make him happy, right?"
"So much, Pete. More than you know." That voice suddenly sounded a wee bit too emotional for roleplay, unless he was just a good actor. I hoped it was the latter.
"Ride me, baby." I caressed his cheek and rubbed his lips, smiling. "You're so beautiful. Look at you. Mine already, and I only just met you."
"You really think I'm beautiful?"
Physically, yeah. I saw something that others failed to see, and I couldn't really explain it. Personalitywise, though? I still had to feel him out. But I didn't want to say all that and hurt his feelings. "Yeah, you are."
"Aw." Lincoln gave me a horny expression, and while he gnashed his teeth while trying to take more of my inches, he focused on my face.
"We're together now, Lincoln."
"Forever?"
"Forever, baby. Make your boyfriend proud. Come on, baby. Do it. I'm here to protect you."
"Oh, Pete..." His ass cheeks rested against my skin, and I was finally in. "I'm taking you, wow. You're fucking in me now."
"Yeah, baby, see? It's because you had faith. Now ride my dick, okay? You can keep going. Keep making your boyfriend proud."
"Do you love me, Pete?"
I paused, questioning just how far Lincoln was taking this. But I realized it was roleplay, and he was probably just acting realistic for his own pleasure. Anything to ease the pain and get him off to make it special for him. "I love you." I'd never said those words to a guy, and it felt weird as fuck because I sure as hell didn't mean them. I questioned whether I'd meant them the times I'd said the same thing to Leah, and she was my actual girlfriend.
Lincoln started jacking his dick. "Oh, Pete, I love you too. We're linked together, right?"
Wow, I was actually fucking him now. My dick felt so amazing inside his tight hole that I could actually nut soon. "Yeah, baby, we're linked forever."
"Together as one, right?"
"As one, baby." I thrust into him, taking over while gazing into his eyes. "But you're also my personal slut to use whenever I want." This kind of talk was starting to get me hornier.
"And to love?"
"And to love, baby. I want you to be my dirty slut so I can punish you with my dick and show you just how much I love you."
"Oh, Pete." Lincoln stroked faster, his eyes burning into mine with so much lust. "I love you, Pete."
"I love you too."
"Will you marry me?" he asked in a breathy tone.
I paused for a few seconds, almost forgetting this was roleplay. "Will you serve me for life and fulfill my needs?"
"I promise."
"Then yes, I'll marry you."
"Oh, Pete, I'm so close now. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much. I swear I'll be the best match for you. Fuck everyone else. No one will ever make you happy like I will. I'm Lincoln Sanzo now."
I was getting close too but not from the fake romance. His butt was perfect on my dick, the right kind of tightness that acted like a hand to jerk me off. "You're my baby."
"Yours forever, Pete. Own me. Do whatever you want to me. Just don't fucking leave me, okay? Never fucking do that." Um...was he serious now? That was a serious tone, so I couldn't tell.
But I was so close now. "I won't leave you."
"Nut inside me, Pete. Breed me. This is your hole now. You claimed it, so it's all yours."
"My fucking hole to use."
"That's right, my love. Yours to use whenever you want. It's what comes with marrying me. You get hot sex anytime you want. I'll even be your sex slave if that's what you want. I'll worship you for life."
Slave and worship? This was getting rather kinky in a way that was making me a little uncomfortable. It was one thing for those who lived the lifestyle, to each their own. But it wasn't me. Still, it felt so good being inside him that I only needed to give him a few more thrusts before I was on the edge. "Lincoln, I'm really close. Fuck."
"Fuck yeah, shoot your cum in me. I want it. You love me, right?"
"I love you."
"I love you too. And you're not going to leave me ever, right?"
"Never."
"Forever by my side through thick and thin?"
"Forever, baby."
"You're going to dump Leah for me?"
I seriously hoped that was still roleplay. Instead of answering, though, I nodded.
"Yeah, I'll you nodding as a response because you fell for me now. Fuck her, right? I'm what you need. Yours forever and ever."
And that was it. His tight hole got me to reach the climax. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and thrust hard into him, letting out grunts as I filled his hole with what felt like a lot in me. "Fuck...ungh, shit, I'm nutting in you already."
"Yeah, nut inside that tight ass." Lincoln stroked himself faster than ever while staring into my eyes. "I love you, Pete. So much. You're mine. You're all fucking mine forever. I won't let you leave. Not after you took my virginity. Because you'll be fucking sorry if you do that shit to me."
Um...was he still roleplaying? Now that I'd come, I'd lost the mood, and the roleplay felt creepier all of a sudden.
Lincoln moaned, his face so relaxed, and he shot a thick wad on my chin and throat, making me flinch, and a couple of shots over my head, one on my forehead, and the rest on my chest and flat belly. He caught his breath and gave me a loopy grin, and he clenched his teeth while pulling my dick out of his ass. He snuggled against me and stared at my face. "It wasn't roleplay for me anymore, Pete. I meant every word a few lines in."
Oh, shit. This was exactly what I'd feared because of how convincing he'd acted.
His smile was bigger than ever, and he looked like a dork in love. "You're not leaving me, right?"
"I...never said I was."
Fuck.
"Good. I gave you my virginity because you're special to me. And giving it to you meant more to me than you know. You're my first boyfriend now, and hopefully my last because I do want to marry you one day, so it especially means a lot to me."
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, you accepted, remember? You nodded when I told you to dump Leah. You even told me you loved me. Or was that all a lie?"
Fuck this crazy shit!
I blew a huge breath and got up from the bed. This wasn't fucking happening. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck! "We should take a real quick shower to wash off the evidence and then head back, okay?"
"Are you avoiding me now, Pete?" What the fuck was going on with Lincoln? Had he been like this all along and I just hadn't known it until now? I'd thought it'd been just a harmless crush. Granted, it'd been fast, but I'd had no idea it'd been at this crazy level.
I sighed, wishing I could wake up from this terrible nightmare. I'd had an hour to deflower him, and it'd now gone sour. It was becoming more challenging to see the physical beauty in him after seeing his true and scary colors. "I'm not avoiding you, Lincoln, I just don't want to get in trouble, okay? You can shower with me if you want." I didn't want him to, but at this point, I felt obligated to make him happy to avoid drama. What a far cry from just moments before we'd fucked.
And it scared me.
He got off the bed and looked like I'd just brightened his world. "I love you, Pete. I really do. That's not a lie. And if you don't love me right now, fine, then I'll wait until you do as long as you're still with me. Just don't leave me, okay? Don't fucking do that to me after you took my virginity. Only evil monsters do that shit."
Lincoln was worrying me. If he didn't snap out of this craziness soon, I swore I'd get a new roommate or switch rooms. Then again, maybe I should, regardless, just to be safe. But if all else failed and I couldn't find a new roommate or switch to an available room, then there might be one last hope.
Living with the Peters.
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To be continued...
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