Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake(12)

"I'm not sure about this," Kyle said. "I haven't been out with anyone since I dated the guy from the restaurant. And I'm feeling strange. Maybe you should take me back and drop me off."

Elroy ignored him and waved his hand. "You'll be fine. These guys are fucking wild men." Then he opened the door and climbed out of the car.

He hugged the twin brothers and opened the passenger door where Kyle was sitting with his hands folded on his lap. He gestured to Kyle and said, "This is my buddy, Kyle. Kyle, these are my buddies, Cheever and Cleaver Weaver."

Kyle blinked.

Cheever extended his right hand and said, "Hey, man."

Cleaver stood in the background and waved. "Same here, man." 

Before Kyle could reply, Elroy said, "Climb over and drive. I'm going to sit in the backseat with Cheever and you're going to sit up front with Cleaver." Then he grabbed Cleaver's hand by mistake and said, "It's nice and snug back there." There was barely room for one person in the backseat of the tiny sports car. He knew he'd wind up sitting on Cheever's lap.

But Cleaver said, "I'm not Cheever, I'm Cleaver."

Kyle rolled his eyes and climbed over the console.

Elroy laughed and said, "I guess I'll never be able to tell you guys apart." Then he grabbed Cheever's hand and pulled him into the backseat. He didn't mention it aloud, but he didn't really care whether it was Cheever or Cleaver. He couldn't tell the difference, and a dick was a dick.

When they were on the road, Kyle glanced into the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are we going? I think I'm getting a headache. I feel strange."

Elroy was sitting on big, strong Cheever's lap by then. He'd already opened a bottle of beer, his arms were around Cheever's shoulders, and his pants were open. Without looking up at Kyle, he said, "Just keep driving around for a while." Then he handed Cleaver a bottle of beer and turned to kiss Cheever.

Cleaver said, "Thanks, man." He opened the beer and offered some to Kyle.

Kyle shook his head. "I don't drink and drive."

Cleaver put his hand on Kyle's thigh and laughed. "That means more for me, bud."

By the time Elroy and Cheever had finished sharing their fourth beer in the backseat, Cheever's dick was out of his pants and Elroy's shoes, socks, and pants were on the floor. Elroy still had on his shirt, but Cheever's hands were in his new red underpants and he was trying to pull them down. Elroy didn't put up much of a fight either. He arched his back to make it easier. His tongue was too busy mingling with Cheever's to care about anything other than the nice big dick he was stroking with his right hand. He tended to get that way when he was making out with a man. He often lost track of everything going on around him.

The car came to a halt at a stoplight and Kyle said, "I'm tired of driving around. I have a headache and I'm not feeling well. I think we should pull over somewhere."

Elroy stopped kissing Cheever long enough to lift his head and look around. They were on a dark road somewhere he didn't recognize. To his left he saw woods; to his right he saw a dark strip mall. He gestured to the right and said, "Go over there to that parking lot, next to that big truck on the end. We can hang out there for a while. It looks safe." Then he bent over and licked a drop of pre-come off the tip of Cheever's dick.

Before the light turned green, Elroy was in Cheever's arms making out again. In the front passenger seat, Cleaver's pants were down and he was stroking his dick with one hand and holding the beer with the other. By the time Kyle pulled up next to the truck in the dark parking lot, Elroy's new red underpants were lying on top of the rest of his clothes on the floor. Elroy spread his legs as much as he could in that backseat and he was rubbing his ass on Cheever's dick. But when he started to grind his hips, Kyle said, "I'm not feeling good at all. I think I had too much sushi. It could be food poisoning."

Cheever slid his hands all the way down Elroy's back and grabbed his ass. "You'll be fine," Elroy said. "Open the window and take a deep breath." Oh, he wished he'd shut the fuck up and stop complaining for once.

Cleaver said, "He looks a little green, Kyle. I think he really is sick."

By that time Cheever was sucking Elroy's left nipple and probing his anus with his middle finger. Elroy opened his legs wider and said, "He just needs some fresh air. He'll be fine."




 

 

A minute or two later, right about the same time Cheever slipped his middle finger into Elroy's ass, Elroy heard a gulp, a groan, and a loud vulgar gag.

Cleaver opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car with his pants around his knees.

Poor Cheever pulled his finger out of Elroy's ass and made a face.

When Elroy turned to look at Kyle, he saw Kyle's head hanging out the window. His upper body heaved in an exaggerated way and he made sounds so painful and so wretched that poor Cheever pushed Elroy off his lap and jumped out of the car to join his twin brother. Cheever didn't even take time to put his dick back in his pants. Cheever must have had a sensitive stomach, because when he saw the way Kyle was vomiting up all the sushi he'd eaten, he wound up bent over with his hand to his stomach, vomiting all the beer he'd just downed on the other side of the car.

Elroy fell back against the seat and laughed so hard his right foot pushed his underwear beneath the front seat and he didn't find them until Monday morning when he had the entire car cleaned.

After that, Elroy helped Kyle into the back seat and he drove the twins back home. Poor Cheever's face had gone so pale he practically crawled out of the car. Cleaver had to help his twin brother climb the front stoop of the building where they lived. And Kyle was so exhausted he remained in the backseat all the way back to the school parking lot.

Elroy parked as close as he could to the sidewalk, and then he helped Kyle out of the backseat. When Kyle was standing, he put his arm around him and asked, "Are you okay, man?"

Kyle moaned and pressed his palm to his stomach. "I swear on my life there are three things I will never do again."

"What's that?"

"I'll never eat sushi unless I can see the ocean from the restaurant, I'll never go anywhere with twin brothers who have names that rhyme, and I'll never, ever go on a double date with you again, you fucking perv."

Elroy started to laugh again. "I'm just glad you stuck your head out the window and you didn't leave chunks all over my car."

"Oh, you're funny," Kyle said as he took a few steps forward. "You're a laugh a minute."

Elroy forced himself to stop laughing. But it wasn't easy. When he thought about the way Cheever had jumped out of the backseat so he could puke, he wanted to fall down and roll on the pavement. "I'll be good. I'll take good care of you."

"I'm sure you will," Kyle said. "You've already taken good care of me tonight. I can't believe Cheever pulled his dick out of his pants in the front seat. I don't even know the guy."

"Cleaver." 

"Huh?"

"It was Cleaver in the front seat, not Cheever. I was with Cheever in the backseat."

Kyle sent him a dirty look. "I've never been this sick in my life."

Elroy clenched his fists and made a face so he wouldn't laugh. "I'll be good. I promise. I'll take you upstairs, put you to bed, and I'll make you a cup of tea and a great big raw octopus and sardine sandwich with some chunky red salsa."

When he started talking about food, Kyle turned sideways and leaned forward. He vomited again in the parking lot and Elroy laughed so hard this time he started to hiccup and didn't stop until they were up on their room.

Though Kyle tried to push him away, he rested Kyle on his bed and he removed his shoes. Kyle's entire body slumped forward from all that sudden regurgitation and he didn't protest when Elroy removed his pants and his shirt and covered him with the ugly black comforter with bright gold stars. When Kyle closed his eyes, Elroy kneeled down on the floor next to his bed. He caressed his cheek and kissed him goodnight. This time he turned things around and he rubbed Kyle's leg until he knew Kyle had reached that deep stage of sleep where he would remain for the rest of the night. Before Elroy went to his own bed, he kissed Kyle on the cheek one more time and sighed aloud. In a soft whisper, he said, "I'm trying to be careful. I really am."

Chapter Eleven

"What's your xtube name?" Elroy asked.

"My what?" said Kyle. "What's your username on xtube?" Elroy asked. He was sitting at a small desk next to his bed browsing through xtube videos on his laptop. They'd both slept late that Sunday morning, which was normal for Elroy but extremely out of character for Kyle. It was almost noon and Elroy was still in his underwear. Kyle hadn't even risen from his bed yet.

Kyle rubbed his eyes and moaned. He placed his palm to his forehead and said, "I have no idea what you're even talking about. My head is killing me. I'm sure I had food poisoning."

Elroy sent him a glance from across the room and shook his head. "I can't believe you don't know what xtube is, man. I thought every dude in the universe, gay or straight, knew what xtube was. Seriously, man. You need to get out more."

Though Kyle didn't seem interested in talking about anything that morning, he lifted his head from the pillow and said, "So what is it?"

Elroy glanced up at the ceiling and thought for a minute. He tapped his index finger against his chin as if he were about to debate an important topic. Then he turned to face Kyle and said, "Xtube is like YouTube, only X-rated. People put up videos of themselves all the time. They have accounts just like YouTube, and usernames. I guess you could say xtube is X-rated social media …  like that fucking lame Facebook. And it's all free, too."