Feeding Frenzy

Peter could only groan in response, causing Brandon to laugh.

A knock out the door brought a squeal of delight from Brandon. Flinging the door open Peter looked up just in time to see him embrace a man who must be Diego. They hugged and kissed lightly on the lips before he let Diego in.

"Diego..." He said leading him in by the hand before Peter,"This my roommate Peter. He is SUPER cool. Peter this is my BEST friend EVERRRRR Diego. "

Peter stood taking Diego's hand.

"Charmed. " Diego said flatly and with a bit of a lisp.

"Oh don't mind him. He's a tota bitch until you get to know him. Then he's just a regular level bitch. " Brandon but Diego on the shoulder and returned to his mirror for some final primping.

Peter felt Diego eyeing him up so he did the same. They appeared the same age and about the same height. And though he was slight he seemed to be in great shape with any inch of nut brown skin firm and chiseled.

Compared to Brandon he was dressed conservatively. He too sported designer shades and maybe too much lip gloss on his pouty lips. His head was shaved save for a low narrow mohawk. His tank top was plain and white and his shorts khaki and baggy. Peter wasn't sure though if his pants were too low or his shirt was too high because there was a siginificant amount of skin showing between his pelvis and navel. Peter was sure the belt slung around his waist with the oversized buckle that said "Champ" was not doing its job.

"You look like someone. " Diego muttered, taking off his sunglasses and sucking on the arm running his dark brown eyes over Peter.

"Chubby James Franco. " Brandon called over absently in between mirror poses.

"That's it," Diego said with a smile, gesturing with his sunglasses, "Chubby Franco. "

"I'm not chubby..." Peter complained, not quite sure why he was even defending himself.

"Of course not sweety your perfect. " Brandon said, walking back towards them while Diego raised a manicured eyebrow, suggesting he disagreed.

"I'm hungry and your not getting any prettier, can we go?" Diego sighed.

"Yes yes, are you coming with?" Brandon said grinning.

He had no friends and he was starving so he did the only thing he could.

"Yea...I'll come along. "

Brandon jumped up clapping his hands,while Diego could only roll his eyes.

They went to a small Spanish restaurant where a Brandon and Diego knew the owner. Peter barely got down the first glass of champagne. By the third he'd begun to feel better. By the second bottle they were all feeling great.

Brandon and Diego lacked what his mother called "a filter". They were lewd and loud and gossiped. They spoke so much and so fast Peter could barely keep up let alone interject. When he did it usually caused Brandon to laugh and Diego to sigh condescendingly.

They graded men who walked by, offering thoughts on who was straight or gay, who had a nice butt or legs. They even picked out girls for Peter, giggling as they did so.

Peter could only imagine what his family would think of him. His mother would die at these boys behavior and ask if he'd come all this way to school for this. His father would probably disown him for giving two "faggot queers" the time of day, let alone eating with them. His brother would have just beaten him up and called him a homo.

When the bill came Peter couldn't understand how all they ordered only came to ten dollars, but Brandon left two twenties on the table and said to forget it.

They all stumbled a bit as they got up to lead but instead of heading for the exit Brandon took Peter by the hand and the two of them followed Diego into the bathroom.

There were three bathrooms but each was unisex. Between the toilet the sink and the three boys it was a tight fit.

"What are we doing in here?" Peter said with a hiccup and a naive chuckle, "You guys gotta take a DUMP or something hahaha. "

"No," Diego said managing to give Peter a withering glance while digging into his pocket, "It's time for dessert. "

He pulled a vial from his pocket as long as Peter's pinky, filled with white powder.

Brandon took the vial and uncorked it. Raising it to his nose he took a deep snort. He grinned and held it for Diego who did the same.

"Come on Peter, have a swig. It's just a little coke. It will make you feel uh-may-zinnnnng. " Brandon was already grabbing Peter as he spoke guiding his head to the vial.

"I dunno..." Peter whined, but with the judging gaze of Diego looking on and three bottle of champagne in his belly he couldn't refuse.

He inhaled sharply and it felt like he'd been struck between the eyes. He yelled and clamped shut his eyes, wincing at the sensation. But as soon as that had passed....he felt wonderful. His veins seemed super charged his the same lightning bolt that struck his brain must have gotten his cock too because he was instantly rock solid.

He didn't have a chance to try and cover himself though, not that anyone would notice. Diego and Brandon had each had another turn and we're now sloppily kissing each other.

They licked and bit each other,tongues darting everywhere. While Diego held Brandon's face in his hands the other boy groped at his nipples,and his belt. They groaned into each other's mouths, grinding their hips together as they noisily sucked face.

Peter tried to hide his embarrassment, not sure what to do. His hands weakly covered his raging hard on, which he insisted to himself was because of the **** NOT the hot twink make out scene before him.

"Hey Pete," Brandon said, "what'll it be?"

Brandon kept his gaze even as he took Diego's fat lower lip in his mouth and suckled it.