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*This is the second installment to my story, The Cherry Ceremony. Please read that first before proceeding with this story to get a better perspective of the characters. Thank you and hope you enjoy!

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Matt didn't give me a warning. He locked the door behind us and pushed me up against the wall. He bent down to tug at my sweatpants and I was so startled by his abrupt actions that I froze under his touch. His eyes fogged with a primal hunger that reminded me of how he looked during our first time together- if you could even call it that.

The night of my final initiation test went better than expected. I was assigned to fuck this beautiful woman, but I could only focus on the allure of my blond haired, hazel eyed, senior fraternity president. Matt must have felt the same about me too because we indulged in our impulsive desires pretty quickly.

I was prepared to give all of myself to this man, but before I could, we were interrupted by some other participants. Matt allowed me to stay over his place so we could finish what we started, but something went very wrong.

*quot;What are you doing?*quot; I stared at the senior who had successfully released my cock from my pants. Matt licked his lips and answered me in silence. I repeated my question in a more aggressive tone, but Matt fought against them. He eyed my length like it was his only meal that day. He was a starving man looking for fresh meat to consume. He didn't care that I hadn't showered from the work out we had earlier; he knew that my dick was drenched in sweat and heavy musk, but it didn't bother him. He wanted this, desperately.

His mouth opened up, showing off just how much of my dick he could take in, which was all of it and then some. The view was incredible, and that was exactly why I needed to put an end to it.

My fist banged against the wall as I shouted, *quot;STOP!*quot;

Matt paused. He didn't appear hurt by my outburst which was a relief. I knew my reaction was a little too harsh for something I would normally be excited about, but fear had kicked in.

*quot;...Are we doing this again? Really?*quot; Matt sighed. He stood up and strutted to the kitchen, *quot;And here I was, ready to bring out the whipped cream tonight.*quot;

*quot;There's no whipped cream and you know it,*quot; I said while pulling up my pants.

He turned on his heel and exited the kitchen, lifting his arms in the air, *quot;Yup, you're right. You see right through my lies!*quot;

This was the typical routine, crashing at the president's apartment after a week of classes and extracurricular activities. Although we are both in the same fraternity, it's hard to get close to Matt when he's in leader mode. Appa Kappa Pi prides itself on giving back to the town, so oftentimes we're doing community service and holding events on campus to raise money for charity. That means Matt must be in charge of setting up the event, time management, and promotions. All of it falls mostly on his shoulders.

There's only so much I could do to lessen the load as a newcomer. I've posted flyers in my dorm building, but that's merely 1 percent of the whole operation. I can't help but feel bad for him, but Matt takes on these responsibilities beautifully. He never complains about the work, which explains his success as a leader in Greek Life. Still, when he's free of that weight he tends to go a bit overboard with indulging himself. Sometimes that involves working out to the point of exhaustion, eating too much Chinese takeout, or more recently, trying to get into my pants.

The senior crossed his arms and frowned as we sat together on the couch. I turned on the television and browsed channels to ease the tension between us, but it wasn't working. I knew Matt was feeling some kind of way from his rejection. I was acting like a jerk, but I preferred that over looking like a fool.

*quot;Can I give you a hug at least?*quot; Matt said.

How silly. He knew he could touch me, just not in 'that way'. He really couldn't hide his disappointment and it was so cute. It made me feel wanted. To reward my president, I settled on a random channel and opened my arms out to him, to which Matt chuckled and scooted closer. He rested his body against mine as we hugged. I kissed his cheek which pleasantly surprised him judging by the soft, *quot;Oh?*quot; he let slip past his lips.

*quot;When will you be ready again?*quot; Matt asked.

*quot;Soon*quot;

*quot;Before Monday I hope.*quot;

Matt and I were officially on winter break and Monday was when we would be traveling to a ski resort with his family. It had been several months since initiation week and the president got used to me being around him, so he felt the need to let his parents know about his new 'friend'. What he did was very kind, but also made me feel a little guilty. I didn't tell my family about Matt because I wasn't sure what to even call our relationship.

We never put a label on anything and I was too afraid to ask. But, I was sure I was doing something right. I'd never been to a ski resort before, and Matt did sound very happy to invite me. I was happy too, thrilled beyond belief, but my güvenilir bahis only concern was how we'd fair in the bedroom. What use was it to bring me along if I couldn't satisfy his needs?

*quot;I feel sleepy,*quot; Matt moaned. We had snuggled in place for over 20 minutes, *quot;We should really shower before bed.*quot;

I rubbed his arm gently, *quot;You go first, you're already drooling on my shirt.*quot;

*quot;Come with me...*quot; the older student whined, tugging at my t-shirt. The idea was tempting, but I refused, saying, *quot;Nu-uh, I go in there and we'll never leave. I'll walk you though.*quot;

*quot;No!*quot; Matt stated, using his remaining energy to jump to his feet, *quot;I can do it!*quot;

Always the responsible leader that guy is. I admire that about him, but what I admired more was the way he moved his body. With his back facing me, he went on his tip toes and raised his arms up high groaning loudly. His sleeveless red shirt pulled up, showing off a bit of extra skin from his lower back. Then, he came down and rested his hands directly on that lower back, arching it ever so slightly.

His mouth opened to release this airy, feminine moan that sent a strike of lightning to my dick. I sucked in air through my teeth and clenched my ass as my dick was quickly growing hard. He knew what he was doing, the bastard.

*quot;Go on already!*quot; I ordered, half-jokingly.

The president followed my demand, but not without a snarky remark.

*quot;Don't act like you don't love it...*quot;

Matt and I left the apartment Monday morning to drive up to the ski resort. We were going to be staying in a fancy cabin that was way out of my budget, but Matt acted like we fitted right in. I guess it makes sense; his parents have been taking him to this resort every single year from the time he was nine. I know this because he told me.

Matt chronicled everything about his life during our two-hour long drive. I could recount his first time kissing a girl to the first time he crashed his father's car. The president also boasted about all the fun activities we could do for the next five days, things that he was especially trained in like snowboarding and skiing.

*quot;Don't worry if you suck, because I did too at first,*quot; Matt reassured, *quot;You'll have me by your side, and I won't let you fall.*quot;

Matt's parents were kind enough to pay for an entire suite for the four of us: an apartment style living area with two beds and baths, a kitchen, fireplace, and a balcony overlooking the snowy mountains. All I knew about Matt's parents were the stories he told me in the car; this was going to be my first time meeting them, so that was another worry to pile in the back of my mind.

As Matt drove into the parking lot, I checked my phone to see if I had gotten any new messages. Only one unopened message from a good friend. The text read, *quot;Already meeting the parents? Happy for you. Good luck, Virgin.*quot;

That nickname stung a little more than usual, but it's fine. Only she's allowed to call me that.

It took about an hour to check into our suite and clean out our luggage. When we were finished, we decided that we would take a nap before exploring the resort and having dinner. All of that time passed, and I didn't see his parents anywhere in sight.

I was the first one to be fully awake. I sat up in bed and looked over to the blond man. His arm was over his head and lips parted while he rested. I could tell he was awake though from his breathing; it wasn't as slow and peaceful as it would normally be when he's passed out. So, now was the right time to ask him a question.

*quot;Have you checked up on them recently?*quot; I said, glancing at his phone on the nightstand.

*quot;They're fine,*quot; Matt groaned, *quot;They'll be here by noon.*quot;

*quot;It's way past noon, Matt!*quot; I exclaimed, *quot;You should call them. What if they're in an accident?*quot;

The blond rubbed his eyes and sat up, meeting my concerned gaze.

*quot;Hey...why are you-? Oh...did I not tell you? Ah man, no wonder you're bugging...They're gonna be here by noon tomorrow. So tonight, we have the whole place all to ourselves.*quot;

The president grabbed my hand and rubbed the top of it with his thumb, trying to pull off a confident smirk, but I could tell he felt bad for not bringing this up earlier. Ever the clever man, Matt asked, *quot;You ready for dinner?*quot; knowing that I can't stay angry with the promise of a good meal.

Seafood was our choice for the night. Matt had long befriended the staff of the resort, so when they saw him enter the restaurant they knew exactly what he craved. We were served a sushi platter right away, but Matt insisted that I order more for myself. I got beef