Student Government Conference

Three of us?

Erich called me twice every day. I had given him my class schedule so he knew when I would be free. I wasn't annoyed by it because I had this deep affection for him as some sort of lost puppy. He told me everything about his life: what he had for lunch, what he was going to eat for dinner, how his classes were going, what professors he hated and which ones he liked. When he called at night, he told me either how he had jerkedoff or when he was planning to jerkoff. His Catholic prison put everyone in single rooms, whereas my Catholic University only put us in single-sex dormitories. And we were guys. When I was a freshman, my buddy was getting handjobbed without lube so frequently that his dick started molting. He asked me to look at it. I did - not a turn-on. I told him to go to the nearest CVS and buy some good hand lotion and give it to the sluts. He was so stupid (the only way he got admitted to the University was that he was related to an administrator) he didn't take my advice and ended up in the infirmary with a doctor and two nurses checking out his junk. They gave him the same advice. And to their credit, they gave him a bottle of medical lubricant.

But Thorn (yeah, that was his name...actually the first half of his middle name...but he went by that) lived in a different dorm so I didn't run into him much. But I ran into all of the five clowns in the six-man clown car I lived in every morning. You learn to hate someone when you have to deal with how he wakes up, goes to the shower, and then makes all sorts of noise while he gets dressed. Except if you're hooking up with him. Then you have patience.

I was completely honest with Erich. I told him that Bobby and I were still getting it on. I told Erich that I had fucked Bobby and Bobby had fucked me. Erich wasn't put off by that in the least. Well...Erich and I had fucked each other so there was no reason to be jealous.

I was walking out of the student center onto the west quad when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Erich. I actually got excited whenever he called. I pulled the phone up to my ear and said, "Hey BigBoy!" He would call me Little Bastard like James Dean's car. Erich said, "Hey LittleBastard! I've been doing some work that I want to surprise you with, and I'm coming up to see you this weekend." Holy shit! I was exhilarated!

"Any time man. Let me know when your flight gets in and I'll make sure the shuttle van is there for you. FUCK YES! YOU'RE COMING TO VISIT!" I didn't care who heard me yell on fieldhouse mall. I was too damn excited. Erich was coming to see me!

I all but sprinted back to the dorm to start cleaning. Polio was there doing his foot exercises which consisted of picking up screws, bolts, and loose change with his feet while sitting in his boxers. I told him I had a buddy coming to visit for the weekend. Polio said, "Great. Hope he doesn't smell." The last prospect the admissions office had sent to me smelled like hot garbage on a summer day. I let him sleep in my bunk, but I had to flip my mattress over after he left because the stench was so bad. Must have been his junk and his feet. Anyway, I won the battle between Princeton and the University, because Stinky was a freshman at the University now.

I was furiously cleaning our three-room suit when Bobby came through the door. He dropped his backpack and I asked if he had had dinner. Bobby was very blood-sugar sensitive. He said he had eaten. So since none of the clowns were back in the car (even Polio was out at training table) I looked Bobby straight in the eye and said, "Erich will be here Thursday night." Bobby didn't even flinch. He came up to me and gave me tight hug. Then he pulled away and said, "Think he'll be up for a three-way?" Omigod Bobby was so awesome.

Erich's flight landed on time. The shuttle was right there to pick him up. I waited for him in front of the campus hotel, getting more and more anxious until the van came into the circular driveway. Two older women got out first. Then my big, tall, handsome, curly-haired, shy boyfriend got out of the van. I almost busted in my pants just seeing him here. When he saw me sitting on the bench outside the hotel, he gave me a huge smile. Fuck! I loved this guy.

It was night, so our walk across campus wasn't as dramatic as when I gave PR Office tours. When Erich and I got the the dorm, I warned him about the characters he was about to meet. Not just in the "Governor's Suite" as is was called, but all around the square of rooms that defined our community. Erich said, "Cool. I can take it." I was shocked, because an introvert had just become an extrovert.

We got up to our floor and entered our now pristinely beautiful room. Everyone was out, which was the rule Thursday nights so I could clean. But everyone (including Bobby) knew I had a friend visiting, so they made themselves scarce. Erich literally dropped his bag and stared out the window. We had a great view of campus. We had a famous administration building that he had never seen up close before. Now, Erich swallowed twice and said, "It's more beautiful than I thought."

Erich and I had two beers before machete-James got back. Then break-up Jeremy walked in. Unlike James, Jeremy was a soft, loveable marshmello in personality. I introduced Erich to Jeremy and they had a bro-hug.

I said to Erich that we should go to the student center and get something to eat, since the dining halls were closed. He agreed. BigBoy needed to eat. Erich got himself a huge amount of food from the restaurants in the student center. How that monster ate so much and stayed slim was still a mystery to me.

After BigBoy was done devouring everything, I took him up to the student government office on the second floor. Melinda and Neil were there - the best welcoming committee I could think of. Melinda was at the conference table and I said, "Hey, Bitch! Meet Erich from Florida. I got to know him at the conference." Melinda, so sultry, so suggestive, who so loved putting guys in their place, stood up and walked over to Erich, grabbed him by the hips and said, "MMMM...Beefy." Erich immediately looked at his shoes and turned red from his forehead and down his neck. I grabbed him by the shoulder and told him not to worry. Melinda was just playing with him. My beautiful Melinda responded, "But if you want to ditch him, I'll fuck that 6-foot giant senseless." Such a power slut.

"Who gets fucked?" Neil came out of his office. He was also 6'3" but unlike Erich's tight runner's body, Neil was dadbod sloppy. Typical of Neil, he shook Erich's hand and pulled him into a big bro-hug. I loved Neil. He asked if we wanted a cup of wine and went back into his office to start pouring. Melinda, Erich, Neil, and I all sat around the conference table drinking our cheap, box wine and having a great time. When it was time to go back to the dorm, Erich gave Neil a tight, BigBoy hug. Neil slapped Erich hard on both flanks and said, "That's what big men do!"

Melinda pulled Erich in for a kiss. I knew she would do this. But Erich didn't. She grabbed him by his left ear and made out with him. I mean, Melinda took him by the belt up next to her while she taught him how to Frenchkiss. I love my sometimes-girlfriend. When Melinda backed away, she said, "This Fucker can kiss! Shit!" She was so cool. And Erich was so proud of himself.

Erich and I walked back to the dorm. Now he would have to meet the rest of the clowns in the car. As we walked into the lobby Fr. Joe was sitting there in his usual spot, making sure no one was hurt, poisoned, or otherwise in a bad state. Fr. Joe was a really good man and he and I had a great friendship. I introduced Erich to Fr. Joe. But as he got up from the front lounge sofa to shake Erich's hand, I could tell that Erich felt threatened.

Fr. Joe had been the captain of the rugby team at the University in his day. He was a big man. He was also the chaplain for the football team. One time I asked Fr. Joe to take off his college ring and hand it to me. He did without hesitation. I could fit my ring finger, my middle finger, and my pinky into his ring. That was how big Fr. Joe was. But he wasn't intimidating. As I put my hand on Erich's lower back to push him forward to meet Fr. Joe, I could feel him shivering. I think Fr. Joe saw the same hesitancy that I literally felt from Erich's body. I said, "Fr. Joe, this is Erich. My new best friend." Fr. Joe grabbed Erich's hand in his meaty paw and shook it like he was running for office. Fr. Joe said, "Erich, you're always welcome in this home." Erich choked twice on his words and then said, "I have something to tell you, but not now." Big sensitive Erich was crying again, and Fr. Joe put one of his giant meat hooks over his shoulder and walked Erich to the elevator. Fr. Joe looked at me and said, "Take care of him. If you need, call me."

I walked BigBoy back to the suite. He quit crying. Then as we came through the door, Bobby was sitting on the couch watching the Hitler Channel. That's what we called the History Channel. Bobby looked over at us and saw Erich. He smiled, and walked up. Holy Fuck! My new boyfriend was meeting my other boyfriend. Bobby took Erich in both arms and hugged him close. I mean Bobby gave Erich a huge, close, tight, loving hug. All three of us started to cry. Tears of joy. "If you love Quin, then I love you." Bobby couldn't have been more sweet.

Yeah that's my nickname. Quin. My real name is Louis Francis V. Hence, Quintus. It sucked as a kid getting calls at home and someone would ask for Quin. My bastard father would grill them and demand, "There is no Quin. To whom would like to speak!?" But I've always gone by Quin. Even though I have thought about going by Lou or Frank. No - I'm just Quin.


Bobby said, "Let's watch movies for a while. When everyone is asleep, we can make a mess on the sleeping bag in the study room." BigBoy was immediately at ease. He was even giddy.

We watched Jaws. I have a primal fear of sharks, but I love that movie. I sat between Bobby and Erich and we watched, drinking beers. My bros got along perfectly. Bobby was in his plaid boxers and a Red Sox T-shirt. Erich was in his boxer-briefs and a bland, white T-shirt. I was in my University green T-shirt and my shorts. This couldn't get much better.

Jaws finished and without hesitation I said "Raiders of the Lost Ark!" I didn't know where the whole Bobby and Erich thing would go. But then it happened. Bobby reached over and started massaging my cock. I grabbed his big cut dick through the fly of his pants.

"Fuck this!" I said. "What are we doing on the couch pretending?"