LUCKY PIERRE.

That's a term we use for the man in the middle! And who better to be used by the two college professors than sweet little Liam? Lying here with Liam’s head on my shoulder, the morning sun streaking in, I think I must be the luckiest guy on Earth. I’m an English professor, and I am breaking University protocol by having a gay relationship with one of my freshman students. But Liam means more to me than anything in the world.

I’m mulling over what my best friend Jake said yesterday. We love to share intimate details about our bedroom antics, and we hold nothing back. Despite his kinkiness, he seems to draw the line at bisexual lovers. Or that is what I thought! For a whole semester, he was with a co-ed who liked to dress as a nurse and doctor him. And one elderly librarian liked to tie him up and whip him, even though she was ten years his senior.

I started the lunch conversation off carefully, wanting to see what he thought of me sleeping with one of my bisexual students; “It's finally happening Jake.” I said to him over our daily lunch together.

“I found the sweetest freshman twink you could imagine. A dream come true!”

Jake narrowed his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

“Don’t give me that look!” I said quickly, “If I want to try gay love, it’s my business. I think Liam and I have fallen for each other hard. This is more than a one-night stand. We sleep together every night.”

Jake is silent for a good thirty seconds before finally opening up; “What do you do together?” he asks. He leans in toward me, hungrily, asking me as if this is the most important question.

“The usual. Do you remember that night you and I watched that Gay porn video together? Well, we do all of that.”

Jake moves in even closer, looking me directly in the eye.

Do you think he might be up for a third in bed?

I'm a little shocked, to say the least. Did Jake just ask me that?