Student Government Conference

My Boy Erich

The chief of sports medicine, the head football team doc, checked out Erich's face. He said very matter-of-factly, "No need for plastic surgery. You're a healthy young man. You'll heal quickly and look just the same." Erich and I were both so relieved. As I walked with him back to the dorm, I pulled him aside reached up and grabbed him by both ears. I inspected his face. He had racoon eyes and a plaster on his nose. But Doc Moriarity said his jaw also didn't need attention. It was only a hairline fracture up next to Erich's left ear. Doc Moriarity said that maybe in a few years a maxillofacial surgeon would have to rebreak and set it. But that would be Erich's call. Doc said, "Remember when O'Conner damn near got his face removed when his helmet came off in the Florida State game? I've seen much worse than what you're going through, Erich. All the blood vessels and arterioles are intact. That's the most important thing. You'll look like one of the boxers for a couple weeks, but they wear their bruises as badges of pride." The University had the last intramural boxing competition in the country and Doc had to deal with all of those guys after 12 rounds.

I took Erich to the dining hall to get him fed. University Food Services was actually pretty good. Probably because of the campus hotel where all the alums stayed to tell stories, drink good Scotch, and expected a 4-star meal. I told Erich to get a table and I'd fill up a tray of soft food for him.

Mashed potatoes, chicken salad, Jello, and pudding. As I walked back to the table with Erich's tray I saw the most incredible sight. Erich was surrounded by six girls. One was rubbing his shoulders. The other five were sitting in fixed awe asking him how he had made it through getting his face smashed. Even though he was gay, I could see he was loving the feminine attention.

"Excuse me, ladies. The big man has to eat," I said as I put the tray in front of him. One chick, whom I didn't particularly like, looked at me and said, "You better be taking good care of him." My Irish temper immediately flared and I told that bitch, "You have no idea how much care I take of him. BACK THE FUCK UP!"

That sent the girls scurrying. Which was fine, because Erich was famished and only wanted to sit with me because he was so ashamed of how his face looked.

We ate. We went back to the Governor's suite. Each guy checked out Erich's face. All but machete-James gave him a bro-hug. And we sat around watching "Rudy."

Percy came into the room, rubbed Erich's head, and assumed his usual place on the floor to watch his favorite shows. Eventually guys started heading out to hit their bunks. When it was just Percy, Erich, and I left in the party room, Percy stood up from his Jackie Chan position on the carpet, put one hand on my right shoulder, the other hand on Erich's left shoulder and said in his British-Singapore accent, "I'm going to sleep on one of the couches here and give you two my room. Erich needs some TLC and you guys need some time together." What a great friend.

Erich and I went down the hall to his and Percy's room. Once the door was closed we kissed long and deep, letting our tongues play together. I unbuttoned his shirt while he pulled mine over my head and threw it on the floor. I was being super careful not to hit his nose with mine. But we had made out enough times that we knew how to angle our heads just right.

We continued our bare-chested make out session. I slowly reached my hand down Erich's hairy abs and into his shorts. I was trying to be gentle, but I really wanted to hold onto his hard cock. Erich moaned into my ear, "I need sex so bad." But since I'm an overthinker, I pulled back and said, "You've been through a lot. Are you sure?"

"Dude, I wanna get fucked. I want your dick in my ass. I want your tongue in my mouth. And I want you to pull on the hair in my armpits." Was this the medication? Or were we just getting this intensely into each other? Again overthinking, I was worried about his nose and jaw. I said, "Why don't we do The Chair..."

The Chair was a maneuver Bobby and I had perfected. We'd sit on my desk chair, naked and hard. We'd make out and then jerk each other off. But Erich wanted full-on sex.

We both dropped our pants and shorts and took off our socks. Fully naked now, I was seriously worried about taking his 205 pounds onto my waist. But I was still so turned on.

I pulled out the nasty corrugated cloth desk chair. I sat down and opened my arms to welcome my naked boyfriend onto my lap. No need for words. Erich straddled me and I felt all of his body heat. I started rubbing his chest and caressing his nipples while he rubbed my shoulders. Erich bent his head down and we started kissing.

Then we started The Chair. Erich got up, grabbed our favorite Norwegian lotion and shoved two fingers up his ass. He handed the bottle to me and I made sure I got lots of lotion onto my cock because The Chair takes some effort. With my right hand, I pushed my hardon forward by the base so Erich knew where to land. He spread is legs, grabbed my cock, and slowly sat down onto it. I said, "Oh, dude, your ass is so warm and tight." No hesitation, Erich said, "Your dick is like 500 degrees and feels like a piece of concrete."

Because Erich was so much taller than me, he could slide up and down my shaft just by flexing his calves. I started sucking his nipples. Erich put his arms back behind his head and pushed down onto me. He wanted me to eat out his hairy armpits. I dutifully obliged. Erich had a part in his armpit hair that was bare. That was where he was most sensitive. I licked that stretch hard.

Erich went nuts. He wasn't giggling, he was laughing out loud. I took my tongue out of my boyfriend's armpit and licked the hair between his pecs. This was the best The Chair I had ever enjoyed. Erich started moving his size 15s over my size nines. That meant he was getting ready to cum. With my penis still in his anus, I started jerking him harder.

No warning. The cum explosion went all over my chest. And then I gave Erich my load. Throbbing hard into his ass, I said once more, "Erich, I love you." He bent his head down and started making out with me again. As we calmed down and I rubbed his muscled back, Erich lay his head on my shoulder and said, "I can never leave you." Without any hesitation, embarrassment, or regret, I grabbed BigBoy by the ears and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. I waited as we just stared at each other. Then I copped a bad line out of a terrible song: "Dude, I can't live if living was without you!"

Erich collapsed onto me, crying. I held BigBoy while he wept. I woke up with at sweaty man on top of me and I was not at all angry or annoyed. Percy was kind enough to knock and ask whether he could come in. I yelled back, "Pears, It's your room too!" Our Vietnamese roommate saw Erich and I naked, clutched in each other's arms. All he said was, "Looks like it was the good night I wanted you to have." Then Percy stripped off, wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into the shower room.

Erich and I couldn't move. I held him. He held me. Percy came back into the suite in just his towel. He said, "Boys, you have to wake up and go to class." He was right. I was so groggy. Having a hairy-chested giant on top of you isn't the best way to get good, deep sleep. As naked Erich and I walked to the shower room with our towels over our shoulders, Erich said, "You know I had a wet dream on you last night, right?" What the fuck? I looked down at my thigh and, sure enough, my hair was slicked down my Erich's cum. This guy had a cannon that could not be stopped.

I got into my shower stall and he got into his. Then the curtain got pulled back and Erich got into mine...