Peter hastily shoved his new pile of panties under his covers and buried himself up to his eyeballs in blankets just as Sharif swung open the door.
"What up dude!" Announced that Jesse was here.
Peter peeked over to the door as Sharif released the other boy from a bear hug.
He looked like he stepped out of a Abercrombie & Fitch fratboy edition catalogue. He wasn't nearly as big as Sharif but he was lean and muscular with a shaggy blonde hair cut and chiseled blue eyed features. His white polo shirt and salmon khaki shorts were a designer brand Peter had never heard of before.
While frantically figuring out how to escape Peter had not noticed that the conversation between them had changed from small talk to discussing Peter.
"....missed you at the Mayor's gala. Was a blast man I had these two fucking sluts from Baruch licking my nuts by the end of the night. Speaking of....is this the bitch you were telling me about? 'Cus I could sure use some relief....I'm hungover as fuck." Jesse finished, eyeing Peter from across the room.
The look was made even more menacing by the way Jessie roughly pawed his own crotch, revealing a lengthening hardon inside his shorts.
"Yes this is the one. Peter come here." Sharif's booming laugh filled the room and he gestured Peter over.
" My buddy 'rif says your a natural cocksucker babe. Why don't you come show me." Jesse didn't wait for Peter to move, instead beginning towards him.
"No! I'm not a a a a bitch and I will NOT suck your...cock!" Peter's voice cracked while he tried to sound tough.
Jesse seemed generally confused and a little hurt. He looked from Sharif, to Peter and back again.
Sharif's dark skin grew an even darker shade as blood rushed to his face.
"Jesse man, you want to go grab some smokes while I just deal with something?" Sharif said.
"Yea man...I'll get some chips and stuff too. Be back soon." He cast one last glance back at Peter that said "your gonna get it" then left.
Sharif stalked towards Peter's bed.
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