Please, Peter
“Hey, Parker,” Flash said, holding the dog back from running and tackling Peter. He noticed the gifts in Peter’s hand. “Merry Christmas.”
“Still got a few days,” Peter replied with a smile. “But thanks. Merry Christmas to you too.”
Flash smiled back awkwardly and nodded. “Tell your aunt merry Christmas from me, too.”
“For sure. She’ll probably tell me to tell you the same thing.”
“Maybe we’ll see each other again and you can let me know,” he said with a small laugh.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m here until spring semester starts so maybe we’ll see each other more often.”
“I’d like that,” Flash said, his smile turning more genuine.
“You should uh...give me your number in case you’re ever free and wanna hang out,” Peter said, trying to be as smooth as possible. He didn’t think it mattered. Flash was eager.
“Yeah, definitely.” Peter took his phone out and added a new contact, handing it over for Flash to input his number. “There you go,” he said as he handed it back.
“Cool.” Peter smiled again and started walking. “I’ll see you around, Eugene.” He let a finger slide down Flash’s arm before he gave the dog a pat and continued on home.
Peter grinned, knowing Flash was still interested. He’d felt the shiver as he made physical contact. It wasn’t as if he actually liked Flash. He just knew he could play with him. He could be with him without actually being with him. He could pretend he wanted him for a few minutes and maybe then he could get over the pain he was feeling about Steve. He needed a rebound and Flash was perfect. If he’d been anyone other than his high school bully, he might have even felt bad about it.
The next day, May left the house to do some last minute shopping. Peter declined her offer to go along, knowing she’d be gone for a couple of hours. It was the perfect amount of time to do exactly what he wanted.
“Hey, you busy?” he texted Flash.
A few seconds later, Peter’s phone buzzed. “Nope, completely free.”
“Come over.” He left it at that and hopped in the shower to quickly clean himself up. If he was a betting man, he’d have guessed that Flash would also take some time to freshen up.
He got out of the shower and put on some light clothes. Stuff that could be easily taken off. And just as he reached downstairs, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he said, as soon as he opened the door and saw Flash standing there.
Flash’s hair was wet and he smelled like he’d bathed in cologne. “What are we uh—”
“Shhh,” Peter said, and took his hand, leading him upstairs to his room. He closed the door and pinned Flash against the door, his left hand on Flash’s torso. “I want to give you an early Christmas present.”
Peter’s hands crept down Flash’s shirt and then under it. His eyes were on Flash’s, which looked scared but excited. “I…”
“Shhh,” Peter repeated, leaning in to shut Flash up with his lips. There were no feelings behind their kiss, at least not from Peter’s part. He was just a means to an end. He was determined to lose his virginity, even if it had to be to Flash.
Flash’s arms rose around Peter’s neck as they made out. Peter pulled him towards his bed and lifted Flash’s shirt up to remove it. They broke the kiss to do so and the shirt was thrown on the floor. Peter pinched Flash’s nipple as he continued pulling him towards the bed.
Finally, in a quick motion, he pulled Flash and used the momentum to push him onto the bed. Flash fell on his back and Peter pounced fast. He climbed on top of Flash and continued making out with him as his fingers roamed over the guy’s body. He was nowhere near the same body type as Steve. He was closer to the Steve from the picture he had with Bucky.
He even had different moans than Steve. Steve had sexy, masculine, moans of pleasure. Flash had whiny moans of pleading. Peter put his hand on Flash’s chin and pushed it up, separating their lips. He kept his hand there while licking his way down Flash’s torso. As he got lower, he let go and focused on taking off the rest of the guy’s clothes.
Shoes, socks, pants, and finally underwear. Flash was rock hard. He wasn’t nearly as big Steve, but it didn’t matter. Flash had this look in his eyes like he didn’t want Peter to ever stop. Peter grabbed his legs and pulled him closer. Another moan confirmed to him what Flash wanted. He gave the other guy a light slap on the face and another moan came.
Peter lifted Flash’s legs up in the air and Flash used his hands to hold them up. Peter then stuck his middle finger in Flash’s mouth. “Lather it up.” Flash did as he was told, but not before sucking on his finger a bit. Peter forced his finger further into Flash’s throat and the guy gagged. Then Peter pulled it out and used the spit to start lubing Flash’s hole.
It was slightly hairy, but not bad to look at. He slowly used his finger to go around the rim and then began inserting it. Flash took a gasp of air through gritted teeth. Peter could feel he was really tight. He looked at Flash, wondering if he was okay. He wondered if he was hurting him. He wondered if now that he was in college, if he was still the same popular guy he’d been in high school. Or if he was friendless and lonely. He wondered if he should have even been feeling bad for the guy after all the teasing he’d done at school. Remembering that made Peter slide his finger in further.
Flash moaned and pushed his ass closer. He wanted more. Peter slid his finger out and then slid it back in, and then again as Flash responded positively to it. He built a rhythm and smiled as he saw that Flash was still hard.
“More…” he eventually heard Flash say. Peter removed his finger and moved it back up to Flash’s mouth. Flash took both the middle and index fingers into his mouth and slurped them up, sliding his tongue around and between them. Peter couldn’t believe how hot it was to see and experience. Then, he moved them back down and inserted both fingers. Again, he went in and out, and in and out, along with Flash pushing and pulling himself toward Peter’s fingers.
“Another…” Flash said. The next thing he knew, Flash was gobbling up three fingers with his mouth and then with his hole. Peter could feel the precum in his pants. If he didn’t watch it, he would burst before even being able to lose his virginity.
Peter eyed his bedside drawer where he’d left out his box of condoms. He wasn’t going to waste them. Flash turned to see what he was looking at and then nodded. Peter smiled devilishly and removed his fingers from inside Flash. The guy whined like a puppy.
Peter walked over and took a condom. He then slid the top of his pants down, showing Flash the tool he’d twice taken down his throat. Peter ripped the seal and took the condom out, making sure he put it on correctly. Then he went back to Flash’s eagerly awaiting hole. He held his cock and placed the tip near the entrance. “Please,” Flash begged. Peter liked to hear him beg. He slapped his cock on Flash’s balls and the guy whined again. “Please, Peter,” he repeated.
“Well, if you really want it...Eugene.” Peter slowly slid his cock into Flash and the guy moaned pleasurably as he took long, deep breaths. On the one hand, he didn’t want to hurt Flash. But on the other, he wanted to wreck his hole.
Just like he’d done with the fingers, he went slowly at first. Flash didn’t move for a minute, and Peter wondered if he should stop. But then Flash looked over at him and nodded. He began to slide out of Flash, feeling the rectal muscles pushing him out. As he saw the head of his cock, Peter stopped, and then started sliding in again. He was glad he’d gotten the extra lubed condoms.
Out and in he went, going just a bit faster each time, trying to test Flash’s tolerance. Flash reciprocated by pushing himself towards Peter’s cock. He was still hard, and that just made Peter harder. He moved Flash’s legs so they could rest on his shoulders as he thrust into him. Flash’s hands caressed down Peter’s chest and then moved around to his hips. Flash started to pull him closer, making Peter thrust a little faster, a little harder.
They both moaned as if they were having a conversation in a language they never had to learn, Flash’s at a slightly higher pitch. It was like a buildup the faster he went. Both their bodies were red with warmth. “Right there, keep going,” Flash said, and Peter pounded away. The distraction worked. He wasn’t thinking of Steve at all. He was just happy that he could say he wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Flash started tugging on his cock as Peter went faster, and with a loud moan, he came all over his own chest. Peter smiled, proud of himself. He was the reason he’d made another person cum. The only thing left to do was cum himself.
Peter grabbed ahold of Flash’s thighs and went as fast as he could, pulling him as close as he could.
But then a voice came from outside his bedroom door. “Peter? Are you okay? I thought I heard a scream.” Before he could realize what was happening and yell that everything was fine, the door opened and he heard a gasp. Flash instinctively pulled himself away, Peter’s cock flopping out of his ass, and fell off the bed, out of sight. Peter quickly grabbed his blanket and covered himself up before turning to look at his Aunt May.
She was turned around, but Peter could see she was processing. “I am so sorry,” she said, before exiting and closing the door with her. Peter was mortified. And he hadn’t even cum.