Student Government Conference

After my flight landed, I took the University shuttle bus back to campus. It was nice having a hotel right there next to our dorms. We never had to pay for a cab from the airport. I told the driver to take me to the student center so I could "report in."

The student government office took up an entire quarter of the second floor, not including the council room where we had our pointless weekly official meetings. As I punched in the code and hefted my duffel bag through the door, there was no one in the office but Melinda. She was sitting at the conference table, working on her laptop. I dropped my duffel at my desk, which was the biggest and parked right outside the president's door so I could tell him how to do his job. He wasn't a dumb guy; he was a premed major and we were good friends. But I had orchestrated his election and he couldn't wipe his ass without my advice. "Long gentle swipes, Patrick." All of the achievements that were going to make him the first junior reelected as a senior for student body president were mine. I wasn't unhappy. I would never run myself. And besides, I was in control and everyone knew it. The vice president was a functional drunk from Arizona who kept a box of wine in his lower desk drawer. All he liked was picking up freshman girls at the beginning of every semester when we had our openhouse. He was also really good at office chair racing. But Neil was a charming and engaging guy, with a self-deprecating sense of humor. He damn near killed me the previous semester during a party at his off-campus house, when the gentle giant took two of us into loving headlocks and tried to bang our heads together. We grabbed both grabbed Neil by the thighs to take him down. We ended up going backwards through a front window and onto the porch. Much girl screaming ensued, but the guys though it was awesome.

Anyway, one of the perks of my job as chief-of-staff was that I could hire anyone I wanted. Melinda was the first. She was head of publicity and very good at it. She and I had been hooking up since freshman year. She was a complete power-slut and very proud of it. I first met Melinda when she was fucking my best friend from prep school within days of freshman orientation. When Brendan and she broke up, I satisfied her needs. No sex. I would eat her pussy and suck her tits and she would blow me. Then Melinda moved on to football players. After she would ditch a guy, I had to give her what she needed. But there was no way I was shoving my dick into where half the offensive line had been. Eating pussy, blowing. That's all we did.

Melinda was tall and with her piles of curly blonde hair that she accentuated with a blowout, she came across as about my height at 5'11". With her big mouth and aggressive bearing, you would never call her beautiful, but she was pretty in her own way. "Hey, fucker, how was the Dallas conference?" I told her it was as useless as I thought it would be. Then I went into Neil's office for a coffee cup of wine from his desk.

Melinda and I were good buddies and she was currently fucking the captain of the O-line. Since Melinda had no filter, I knew more about that guy's body and sexual preferences than anyone else on campus. I was pretty sure the relationship was coming to a quick end and I would have to service her for a week or two. I wanted to tell her that I had met a really sweet guy, but she didn't know I was bi, and I wasn't ready to admit that.

The University kicked everyone out of buildings at 2:00. After I had finished typing my report and hanging out with Melinda, the kick-out announcement came on and I grabbed my duffel bag and headed out. As I was walking back to the dorm, I saw a silhouette of a guy walking away from the library. He had a very familiar lope. It was Bobby.

Even though Bobby was from Boston, he walked like he grew up on a ranch in Texas. We met up on the sidewalk, me carrying my duffel bag, Bobby wearing the backpack that seemed to be a physical part of him. "Hey." His response, "Hey." That was the nature of our friendship. "How was the conference?" "Pointless and irrelevant, but free." "You meet anyone there?" "Mostly nerds angling for their next Congressional internship, but some cool people too." "Nice." I asked how the guys were doing (our four other roommates). "Jeremy broke up with Amanda again. He woke me with his crying so I fed him shots and took him for a walk. Polio [he was a varsity pole-vaulter] is always training and taking on the Fire-Crotch [he was fucking a red headed girl none of us liked]. James got drunk and used the machete on a chair - took it to pieces [James was super smart, an aerospace engineer, but had a screw loose]. And Hugh is never around because his life is taken up by classes, eating, and fucking Beth three times a day. I don't know how he doesn't get her pregnant, because you know he goes in raw-dog." I told Bobby, "She's on the pill. Haven't you noticed her tits getting bigger. Melinda said when a girl is on the pill her tits swell up." He said it makes sense.

That was how we talked. Short, stuccato sentences that needed no interpretation. Bobby's next statement came as no surprise: "You want to have a session tonight?" That's what we called our sex acts "a session." Of course I said yes.

We got back to our three-room suite. On one side of the corner was the bunk room where all six of us slept. In the middle was the social room where we had two couches, two big chairs, two TVs, and three minifridges. Guess what was in the fridges. Bobby kicked off his shoes and dropped his backpack. He was going to check to make sure the other four roommates were asleep. I spread out an Army ROTC sleeping bag on the floor between the desks. There were three desks on each side of the study room, but plenty of space for two guys to get action on the floor in between.

I took off my shoes and socks. Bobby came back to report that machete-James was snoring away, breakup-Jeremy was asleep with the fan on next to his head, and the other two were safely down in their bunks. Time to get it on.

Bobby and I had a regular routine. First we would start making out standing up and take off our shirts. Then we would snake our hands down the front of each other's pants and do some dick grabbing to get hard. Finally we would get naked and lie on the sleeping bag. The last step in the routine was me saying, "What d'ya want to do, what d'ya want to try?"

Bobby said, "Chest painting." We had been hooking up since freshman year, and now in second semester of Junior year, we had a whole series of titles for the sex maneuvers we liked. I lay on my back and Bobby got on all-fours over me. I grabbed the Neutrogena lotion he had pulled out of my desk drawer, because Bobby rarely got precum, and lubed up his dick. Bobby had a nice, straight as an arrow cock. But his penis head bent down. No problem there; it just meant he got more pleasure because that spot under his head was more accentuated. He was already throbbing because he hadn't gotten anything all weekend. I took it slowly at first. Bobby had a long trigger, and I usually counted my strokes so I knew when to speed up for his climax. As I counted and Bobby was over me in a pushup position, I could tell he was getting ready. He never made it to 100.

Bobby's nipples got hard and one half of his chest turned red up to his neck. His breathing got heavy. When we could have privacy, he would normally announce with pride that he was about to cum. On the floor in the study room, he could only whisper, "Fuck! I'm cumming!" And he started shooting. I was pretty surprised at the performance, because Bobby had a very wide piss-hole, so he rarely shot, just volcanoed. But tonight I took five long ropes of cum up my chest. His longest was between my nipples. But he filled up my navel with cum and finished off into my pubes.

Bobby rolled over onto his back and relaxed for a little while. Eventually when his breathing slowed, Bobby said, "Your turn." I told him to put his hairy thighs together because I was going to take a Taint Ride. Another of our maneuvers.

I lubed up Bobby's inner thighs and slicked my hard dick. He put his legs together and I moved his ballsack out of the way. Bobby put his arms behind his head and I pinned his wrists while I slid my erection under his balls and up against his hairy taint. Then I started pumping.

This shit never got old. Fucking around with your best buddy. I still had Bobby's cum all over my chest so I knew it wouldn't take long for me to to bust. Bobby's taint was very sensitive, so when I jerked him in the shower, he always wanted my left hand between his legs, going all the way up to his butthole. Now, as I thrusted my hard cock up against his taint, Bobby got hard again. Just watching his dick take on its full size turned me on so much, I started to cum between his legs. But it was only a first shot. I kept going and after some serious humping, I came even more. It felt so good.

Bobby lay on his back. I was sitting cross-legged with my back to one of the desks. Out of no where I said, "I hooked up with a guy at the conference, and he's really into me." Bobby had his hands behind his head, relaxing after our session. He looked over at me and said, "Did he have a good body?" I reported that Erich was tall and well-built with broad shoulders and thin hips, big nipples on muscular pecs, hairy in all the right places, and a virgin until I got to him.

Bobby said, "Are we going to host him for a visit?" That was why Bobby was so great. He wasn't upset or jealous. He wanted to knew when we could bring Erich to campus. Again, he had no problem with me getting emotionally involved with a guy. He just wanted to meet him. Total Bobby. We hosted all kinds of people for visits. Cousins, prospects sent to us by the admissions office, even guys who had nowhere else to go on a football weekend [ask me about the Air Force guys]. But on the flight back to campus, I had always felt that Bobby would be totally understanding. Here it was. What a great guy.

I said, "Let's take a shower and go to bed." Bobby went into the bunkroom and got our towels and we walked naked into the showers. Usually we were more discrete. But it was the middle of the night and our erections said that we weren't done.

Bobby and I had a routine for the shower, too. He scrubbed me first. This time he wasn't particularly gentle about it. But it still felt good. Then he bowed his head and grabbed my waist and I washed his hair. After I rinsed him, and started cleaning his chest and abs, his dick was rock hard and throbbing. So was mine. As was our custom, I turned Bobby around and made him put his hands on the shower wall. Then I massaged his back all the way down to his big buttcheeks.

When I got down there and I was washing his asscrack, I got so horny all at once. I started rubbing his butthole. I put my middle finger up his ass. Bobby moaned and said, "give me another finger." I put my ring finger up inside him and reached around to jerk him. Then Bobby said, "Put something bigger in my ass." I didn't have to be asked twice.

We had already turned the showerhead away from us. I stepped out and grabbed the lotion. I lubed up, and got back into the shower. I slid my dick up Bobby's hole for only the fourth time, and the first time since summer. Bobby was holding onto the top of the shower wall as I gave him my hard dick. I grabbed him by the waist and started thrusting.

I reached around and gripped his cock. While I fucked Bobby, I jerked him hard. When we were panting I knew it was going to happen. I stroked Bobby harder and I went even deeper into his ass. We came almost together. When Bobby started to shoot, his asshole clinched up and I pressed my forehead between his shoulders. Then I was cumming into his ass and it felt to good.

I finished up and asked, "Did it hurt?" Bobby said, "No. It felt good. But I'm gonna hurt you next time." Challenge accepted. Then Bobby pushed me up against the shower wall and started making out with me. He pulled back and asked, "So Erich? What are we gonna do with him when he visits?"