Student Government Conference

He's a Giant

My four classes that day were not easy. I carried an overloaded course schedule because I had three full majors. Most guys had one class a day. But I was in the Honors Program, too. So I had to take full lab science in addition to my "Arts and Leisure" philosophy classes.

I couldn't concentrate. I had just done the dirtiest thing possible to my secret boyfriend. I mean, I had my tongue up his anus. AND THEN HE DID IT TO ME. Not to mention that we had sweaty, rough sex right afterward. If we had videoed what we did that morning, with how good our bodies looked, we could have made a lot of money. Was I becoming a porn star? NEVER!

But I could not stop remembering tonguing each other, as though dicking each other was no big deal.

When we were in the shower together, scrubbing each other down, I had started to suck his big nipples and massage his balls. Why the fuck was I so horny for this guy? Sure, Bobby and I had enjoyed some white-bread experiences; but this was entirely different.

So as I sat through "Formal Logic" I paid absolutely no attention. The only thought dancing through my mind was Erich's naked body and what we would do to each other that night.

But what was left to do? My buddy Willie had said to me once over the dining hall table, "I really like dirty sex." That meant he'd been anal fucking his girlfriend who was a freak. I was grossed out. But here I was now, taking my BigBoy and tossing his salad. It wasn't just the casual relationship I had enjoyed with Bobby; I was mesmerized by the thought of Erich and I taking each other again.

I thought about all the different sex acts I had heard of but never done. I wasn't going to "Donkey Punch" Erich. He was too sweet and loveable for that. I thought about doing a 69 with him but there were two problems. First, our height difference would make it difficult; second, I liked to concentrate on pleasuring him when I had his penis down my throat and I was fingering his hole.

I was walking from the Arts and Letters building back to the StudGov office when my phone rang. Erich. "What's up BigBoy?" I never tired of hearing his voice. Erich said, "I have a serious surprise for you. I found a sex toy." I snapped my head around to make sure no one else heard that.

"Ummm...OK. What is it?" I thought I was going to be hit with a dildo attached to a reciprocating saw, as I had seen done to a stripper at a friend's bachelor party. Erich laughed and said, "His name is Lliam." My initial thought was, "What was going on with Erich's sexual ferocity?" Then my second thought came out of my mouth, "I'll ask Percy to give us the room."

I saw Percy across the dining hall at dinner. Still holding my tray of dirty dishes, I walked up to him and said, "Hey pally! Can Erich and I have the room for the night." Percy's eyes lit up and he replied, "No trouble. I'll go watch my shows in your suite." Percy liked TV way too much. And cheap rom-coms at that. Percy was also a night owl so he had no difficulty outlasting the guys and sleeping on the couch. Still, I told him, "It's gonna be a long night, so take my bunk and get your rest." Percy's eyes flared again and he said in his British-Singapore accent, "You lucky devil!"

Done and done. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and called Erich. "Where are you, dude?" The answer, "Library, second floor, doing research." The second floor was not a silent floor. I said, "Percy gave us the room for the night. So who is this Lliam?" Was I jealous or intrigued? Either way, I was getting threesome action that night.

Erich said, "You'll like him. I met him here in the library and we had an instant connection. He's short. Shorter than you. He's really scrawny but he has beautiful dark red hair. Oh, and he's from Ireland. Grew up in Dublin." I took a long breath and asked, "What time should I expect you two?" Erich said no later then 10:00.

I tidied up the room. "Tidying up" was what my buddies at my all boys prep school used as a code word for going out back to smoke. I've never been a smoker; but tonight, in anticipation, I did pour two fingers of cheap, plastic bottle vodka, and I downed it in one. I was ready.

At 10:15 as I watched the Hitler Channel, my BigBoy came through the door, followed by the cutest 5'7" redhead. This must be Lliam. He had fishbelly white skin with all kinds of freckles. Totally Irish. I stood up and gave Erich our "Hey-how-ya-doing" hug, and then, since I knew how hospitality worked, I grabbed Lliam in an embrace. Fuck did he smell like armpit, nipple, and ball sweat. But I had friends from Europe and I knew they didn't wash like Americans. Whereas we scrubbed with all sorts of fruity soaps, they just rinsed. Lliam didn't have gag-inducing body odor, but if I was going to have to suck his penis, that might trigger a couple of dry heaves.

We all sat down on the couch and Lliam started running his hand through his beautiful auburn hair. I couldn't wait to see his red pits and pubes. After a half hour of watching shit TV, Erich all but yelled, "What the fuck are we waiting for?!" I reached over and pulled his shirt off while he undid his pants. Then I turned the other way and started pulling off Lliam's shirt. He had the most gorgeous pale chest with just a treasure trail. He said in his sweet Irish accent, "Be nice to me."

Once my shirt was off and a very naked and hard Erich was rubbing my back, I started my signature move of licking Lliam's nipples and fingering his navel. Wow did that little mick gasp. While I kissed his chest, Lliam got his pants down to his ankles and kicked them away. What the fuck? He wasn't circumcised. This would be a first for me. I held his hard shaft in my right hand and asked in all sincere curiosity, "What...how do I do this?" Lliam, now no longer shy, said, "You pop the foreskin back." This was so gross, but I couldn't stop. I slid his foreskin down his shaft, suppressed a gag and took him into my mouth. It wasn't that bad. And then I felt the unexpected invasion.

Erich took me by the hips and slammed his ramrod into me. I tried with all my might not to reflexively bite Lliam's penis. Erich was really taking his toll on me. While I rubbed Lliam's taint with his dick in my mouth, I hoped I could hold out long enough, because once my cock started spurting, I was all done for at least 20 minutes. And I wanted Lliam's first time to go well.

I reached back and grabbed Erich's bare ass hard. I took Lliam's uncut dick out of my mouth (still not sure how I felt about that taste) and I said, "Erich, slow the fuck down! The idea is for all of us to cum at the same time!" I had forgotten that he grew up with an angry drunk father. I had just enflamed all of his childhood nightmares. Erich pulled out and sat down on the floor and started crying.

"Nice fucking job, you insensitive bastard," I said to myself in my mind. I had to finish off blowing Lliam and then tend to my boyfriend.

Lliam was very obliging. I rubbed his taint, fingered his asshole, massaged his nipples - it all did the work. He shot a huge load into my mouth. Then, knowing Erich and I had some issues to work through, he got his clothes and said in his sweet Dublin accent, "Thanks a million. Let me know when I can come back." Lliam walked out the door and I sat naked on the couch watching a naked Erich hold his long, hairy legs up to his chest and dripping tears into his pubes.

I climbed off the couch and wrapped my legs around Erich's bare ass and my arms around Erich's muscled shoulders. I leaned into his chest and said, "I'm sorry, BigBoy. I was in the moment and forgot you don't react well to being yelled at. I promise, PROMISE, it will never happen again." I buried my head into Erich's hairy armpit and rubbed his back. I could feel him relax. Then he told me the truth.

"I made a serious mistake. I shouldn't have brought Lliam over. I can't handle seeing you with another guy. I want you all to myself."

My despotic father had always screamed at me, "Do NOT cry! Men don't cry." Even when I broke my hand and dislocated my shoulder playing hockey. "Do NOT cry!"

But this time was different. I let the flood of tears run. I had never loved anyone like this before. No relative, no girlfriend...no one. I held onto Erich and just let go. I felt him convulse against me as I cried into his chest. He was crying, too. I'm small but was raised by James Cagney types of men. You have to have a gangster build to your body. You have to present an arrogant, angry attitude. And you NEVER apologize. Sitting naked on a dorm room floor crying a flood of tears into another 19-year-olds hairy chest was not me. But here I was.