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Subject: The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall 10 ===*=== The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall Chapter 10: Buff Isn’t so Buff on the Inside ===*=== It was Monday morning. and after waking up, I didn’t feel like going to my classes. I’d just had a weekend of hot sex with Buff�kissing, getting my dick sucked, and eating his ass�and I’d jacked off with the rest of the Peters except Lincoln, since he didn’t live with us. I’d made out with Twunky, rimmed him, and had him swallow me every night in secret. I was lucky to be able to keep up with nutting twice a night: the first load for Buff and my second one for Twunky. If only I could fuck Twunky already. Sadly, his ass was off limits. Buff woke up and yawned, still in bed with me. “I don’t feel like going to class.” “Same.” “Let’s skip.” I chuckled. “I can’t afford to miss a single session. Way too much to do in each class to then have to catch up.” “Yeah, I hear you.” It was weird how I was used to Buff’s morning breath by now after sleeping together every night. He was probably used to mine since he didn’t complain. If anything, we made out a lot. We also slept naked each time. Buff yanked the covers off my body and climbed over me, his big jock ass right near my face. “Eat me, Chosen One. I’ll suck your cock while you’re at it.” I could never reject this hot bubble butt. I dove right in and worked my tongue while he lowered himself and worked his mouth on my dick. I slapped one of his cheeks and kneaded it. I swirled my tongue around his tight hole, intoxicated by the funk of my mouth having been on here last night. “Let me fuck you, Buff. Stop being a tease and just let me take you already.” “Soon.” “Really?” “Yeah. Sometime after the deflowering ritual because I want that to come first. I realized I made you wait long enough, and I want the god of the Peters to take my virginity.” He got back to sucking me, slurping away with his expert mouth that never failed to make me nut fast. I munched on his butt and buried my face in it while caressing his cheeks. I thrust into his mouth at times, letting him do the work most of the time. But it was getting harder to edge with that vacuum of a mouth he had. “Make me nut, Buff.” That drove him to suck faster. I ate him really good and slapped his cheeks a few times. “Yeah, suck that big dick.” And after more rapid slurps, I grunted my release. “I’m gonna nut in you, fuck…” I shot inside his mouth while the ecstasy overcame me. Buff just knew how to pleasure me. He was amazing at sucking, and it was always difficult to reject mezitli escort him. After he swallowed every drop, he got off and went back to snuggling in my arms. This was unusual of him. He was never this affectionate. Why? “Want me to suck you off?” “No!” That was almost a bark. “You are not to be emasculated. That’ll kill my fantasy fast. Remember, when I first thought about it, it was back when I didn’t think you’d accept your godly status. But I’m really glad you did.” “Not even to get you off?” “I’ll take care of it in the shower.” The concept of being emasculated over a sexual practice was so ridiculous. Sure, I was more of a top, but it was more because of the possible pain and discomfort, not because of losing my masculinity. Buff sighed. “The deflowering ritual’s coming up soon.” So it was, the coming weekend. It was a good thing I still texted Jerrick every day and chatted with him whenever I could. He was probably warming up to me by now. “You’re the god of the Peters, Chosen One.” Buff smiled. “You’re going to enjoy Jerrick, I bet.” “He’s definitely hot.” Beautiful, to be specific. I still couldn’t believe he was a model. I was on the verge of taking the virginity of a beautiful model. Even though I wasn’t obsessed with virginity, it was still hot to think about. But Twunky. I still wanted him too. Hmm. “Hey, Buff?” “Yeah?” I pulled him into my arm for a snuggle. It was the first time I’d shown him this kind of affection. Well, any affection. “After you take Twunky’s virginity, it’d be nice if you could share his ass with me.” Buff formed a crooked smirk. “Sure, like that’ll ever happen.” I gave him a little kiss to try to woo him. “Come on, Buff. Please? In fact, I had the greatest idea.” “What?” “The moment you deflower him, I want to deflower you at the same time, like a sandwich fuck. Then, I want to fuck you both while you guys make out on all fours.” I grabbed Buff’s hardening dick. “Don’t you want to make your god happy? No one else has to have Twunky, just me and you.” I kissed Buff and smiled. He sighed, looking pensive. “I don’t know.” “Why are you possessive with him, anyway? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s more relevant than I am.” Buff scoffed. “Not true.” “Why am I not worthy of having a piece of his ass?” “You are worthy, but…” He paused, pursing his lips. Then, he stared into his eyes. “What if you fall for him?” Ah. So Buff was still jealous even after claiming Twunky didn’t mean pozcu escort anything to him. I briefly made out with him. “I’m more likely to fall for you than him because you’re so much better and more special.” Ugh, what a load of shit. But anything to woo Buff. I needed to trap him in my web. Buff shook his head and chuckled. “You’re silly.” Was that a blush itching to form? “You know? It’s nice to have a worshiper. Turns me on so much, in fact.” “Really?” It was amazing how much nicer Buff had been since we’d “connected” on Friday. Well, to me anyway. He still bossed everyone else. “Yep. But I can never find anyone who’s into that.” Buff snuggled against me more closely, and he looked into my eyes some more. “You have me.” That was his softest tone yet, almost as if there was an emotion wanting to pour out. I smiled. “So I do. Thanks.” I hoped he’d fall for me. I knew it wouldn’t be soon, but I latched onto the hope that he’d end up falling so in love with me that he’d do whatever I said. He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to be crushed. “You know, Chosen One. As long as you’re serious and not bullshitting me, I may end up wanting you all to myself one day.” I grinned, not liking that idea but trying to pretend otherwise. “My little possessive worshiper.” “Hey, I don’t like sharing. You know that.” “But you share Twunky, just not his ass.” “But you’re different. You’re the god, and the thought of you being so holy and sacred that no one but me gets to have you is a huge fantasy of mine.” Hmm, I wondered where he was headed with this. “But that’s a relationship. We’d basically be like boyfriends.” “No. Boyfriend is so generic and lame. God and worshiper have a better ring to it.” “You really are into that.” “When it’s legit, yeah.” “You think I’m a god, huh?” “I know you are. I’ve been a Peter for two years, had my share of hot sex during that time, as well as in high school. You’re the one. The one to be God.” I kissed him some more, always making sure to be affection periodically to get him closer to me. “If there ever comes a time when you refuse to share me with others, then it goes both ways.” “Of course, Chosen One. Despite what you might think since I’m always horny, I’ve actually never cheated, not that I dated much or anything. But I’d never do that to you. If anything, you’re the one who cheated on Leah, remember?” Leah. Right. Buff just had to remind me. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t accept being exclusive with you. As long escort bayan as there’s always a god and worshiper dynamic, I’m all in.” “Isn’t this kind of like BDSM or something?” “It can be, I guess. But it wouldn’t be a Master/slave thing in our case. I’d say more Dom/sub with religious overtones.” I lowered my eyebrows. “Religious overtones?” “Yeah. I want you to create a religion someday. I want to be the only member. I want to feel like I really am worshiping an actual god. For life.” What the…wow. I had nothing against any form of kink, but it just wasn’t for me to be in a relationship like that. Even if Buff hadn’t been the asshole he was and was kind and goodhearted, I’d still feel the same way. And for life? Was he implying forever? Buff sighed. “I should get going.” He got up from the bed and grabbed a towel to take a shower. “Hey, Buff?” “Yeah?” I decided to test him. “I don’t think you can handle me as your god.” He scoffed. “I can handle you, Chosen One.” “Can you, though? Because you told me a moment ago you don’t want to be a slave. And last time I checked, gods are Masters, and worshipers are slaves. And I expect full obedience, maybe a good spanking if you’re naughty enough.” He crookedly smirked. “I’m not worried about that. You see, if and when it ever comes to that, since I know for a fact I’ll never find anyone else into that lifestyle, we’re getting married.” Oh, shit. Buff really was serious enough to take it that far. “I didn’t know you were into marriage.” “I’m not, and that’s not how I’d look at it. Boyfriend, husband, lover, all that shit is generic. Marriage in my case with you is just so that it’s a contract. I’d change my last name to yours as a sign of ownership, but that’s it. I just want to make sure you don’t run off so easily. Because, you know, you kind of have to get a divorce to marry someone else. And once you’re married to me, that’s not happening. I won’t sign shit if it means I’ll lose you.” He winked and finally left the room. I couldn’t believe it. Buff had never struck me as the exclusively-monogamous type. But it made sense. His exclusivity wasn’t for a relationship or marriage. He really wanted to be owned. All this time he’d talked about owning others, but when it came to me, he craved being owned. And he’d just opened a new crack for me to crawl right through. ===*=== To be continued… ===*=== AUTHOR’S NOTE Thanks for reading. Want more free stories, published books, and the latest news by Marco May? Visit: ess Please show your support and help Nifty out by donating whatever you can so that these free stories can continue to stick around for a long time. Copyright � 2021, Marco May. All Rights Reserved. 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