Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake(13)

"It's homemade porn?" Elroy shrugged. "Some is homemade, some is professional. A lot of adult entertainment studios put up clips and samples all the time. But a lot of xtube is amateur. Once you get in there it's like this amazing new world, where one dirty link leads to another. You can get lost for hours."

Kyle rested his head on his pillow. "Are you on xtube?" "I have a few videos there," Elroy said. "My username is luvtoluvmen." Kyle groaned aloud and Elroy wasn't sure whether it was because he still felt sick or because of his cheesy username. Elroy knew it was a tacky name. But that's what xtube was all about: tacky, cheesy, naughty sex. Elroy figured if you couldn't have fun there, you might as well put on plaid shorts, wide suspenders, and join a goddamn polka band.

"You wanna see a few of my vids?" Elroy asked. Normally he would never have given out his username or private information like this. People who used xtube shared a discreet unspoken rule that whatever happened on xtube remained on xtube. But he felt close enough to Kyle by then to share this information with him. He knew Kyle would never tell anyone. Besides, Elroy's xtube videos with that username weren't all that dangerous. He didn't get into a lot of the hardcore amateur videos like other users. He basically did a strip show and walked around naked in his videos, and he did it alone, without headshots. But this wasn't Elroy's only xtube account. He had two more, with two different usernames, where he did get into more of the hardcore stuff. He never showed his face in these videos and he never shared that information with anyone.




 

 

"My head is killing me," Kyle said. "I think I'll pass on your artistic vids, thank you."

Elroy scratched his dick and said, "I have an idea. Why don't we set up an account for you, get you a username, and we'll make a jack vid together? I'll set up the web cam."

"You have to be joking," Kyle said. "Most people are on their way to church now. Please tell me you're not serious about this."

It seemed that no matter what he said to Kyle, it turned out to be an unintentional insult that wound up pissing him off. All Elroy wanted to do was have a little fun. It was Sunday morning; they had nothing to do. He didn't want to sit around in the room all day and read books. So he closed the computer and changed the subject. "Get dressed and let's go out to brunch. I'm starved."

In a lame attempt to be polite this time, Kyle lifted his head, groaned, and said, "I can't even move my legs without feeling pain. I've heard of food poisoning but I never thought it would be this bad. I don't want to think about food for the next month."

"Stop being so dramatic," Elroy said. He'd noticed Kyle always seemed to drag things out and in such a dramatic way. "Get dressed and we'll take a ride to the Cape. We don't have to eat. We can just walk around and look at the ocean."

"I can't even get out of bed," Kyle said. "I've never been this sick before."

Elroy was losing patience fast. He knew Kyle well enough by then to realize that no matter what he said, he couldn't win. He'd learned it was easier to pacify him and indulge his eccentric moods than it was to fight them. So he stood up and walked to the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower and get dressed. I need to eat, man. I'll see you later."

Kyle pulled the covers over his head and turned on his side.

A half hour later, Elroy grabbed his jacket and car keys and glanced at Kyle's bed. Did he have to look so pathetic and adorable at the same time? He was still on his side, in the same fetal position he'd been in before Elroy went into the bathroom. "I'm headed out now," Elroy said. "You need anything?"

Without moving, Kyle said, "If you could get me something for my stomach I'd appreciate it. We don't even have aspirin in here."

Kyle already had one foot out the door. He sent his roommate a backward glance and said, "Cool. I'll see you later." Then he shut the door without even waiting for Kyle to reply. He couldn't wait to get out of there. He'd never had much patience for sick people.

On the way down to the car, he couldn't remember if Kyle had asked for something for his stomach or for his head. He'd complained so much about headaches, Elroy wasn't sure. Elroy laughed when he thought about what Kyle really needed: something for his ass. A big fat bone would cure his headache once and for all. 

Elroy had never had a headache in his life, and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd been sick to his stomach. Those pesky little illnesses other people talked about all the time never seemed to affect Elroy. He didn't catch colds and he would never understand people with those annoying allergies. Two weeks earlier he'd been sitting in a class next to a young woman who couldn't stop sneezing and sniffing. Her nose was red and her eyes were glazed. She'd apologized and explained she had allergies that time of year. Instead of sympathizing with her, he felt like kicking her in the ass. At the time, he'd smiled and said, "I think I'll sit somewhere else, then."

Instead of going for something to eat first, Elroy decided he'd drive over to see how the Weaver twins were doing. After all, he'd invited them out last night and Kyle had ruined the whole evening with his ridiculous vomiting. Elroy felt responsible and he didn't want Cheever and Cleaver to hold it against him. A guy didn't find two hot sexy identical twins like them every day of the week. He didn't want them to get mad at him for something he hadn't been able to control.

So he stopped at a bakery and bought Danish and doughnuts. He never ate shit like that but he figured they did. He didn't call first; he wanted to surprise them. He knew their car: a white Jeep with a black canvas top. When he pulled up to their building and saw the Jeep out front, he smiled and wondered if they were still in bed sleeping. Though they never had sex with each other, he knew they slept in the same bed every night. For some reason he found difficult to explain, thinking of them in the same bed always made him hard.

When he knocked on their door, Cleaver opened it and rubbed his eyes. "Hey, man. What's up?" He wore a plain white T-shirt that hugged his large chest, and tight white boxer briefs that created a huge lumpy bulge between his legs.

Elroy handed him the white bakery box and said, "I felt bad about last night, dude. I wanted to stop by and apologize for what happened. My buddy Kyle's a little quirky. He's nice guy, but sometimes he's a little eccentric."

Cleaver seemed apprehensive. He looked over Elroy's shoulder and asked, "Is he here with you?"

"No, ha-ha. He's home in bed with a headache."

Cleaver smiled and grabbed Elroy's hand. He pulled him into the apartment and set the white box on a small round table near a kitchenette. "We were sleeping. Cheever's still in bed."

Elroy reached up with both arms and laced his fingers together at the back of big, strong Cleaver's neck. He rubbed his chin against Cleaver's morning stubble and kissed him on the mouth. "Don't wake him up. I'll get undressed, we'll both get back into bed, and we'll surprise him with something very special this morning." He wasn't sure how Cleaver would respond to this. Though he'd been with these guys more than once since school had started, he worried they might still be mad at him for last night.

But Cleaver grabbed him by the waist and returned the kiss. This time his tongue went deeper and he pulled Elroy up against his body. When the kiss was over, he lowered his hand to Elroy's ass and said, "I think that sounds like a great idea."

Their apartment was an absolute mess. It smelled like a damp locker room and looked even worse. They'd left piles of dirty socks and underwear all over. There were half-finished bottles of beer on tables and they threw so many pairs of shoes and boots on the floor you had to look down and navigate with care. This didn't stop Elroy from taking off all his clothes and throwing them in a pile of jock straps, sweat socks, and athletic cups. The Weaver twins played football and worked part time at a restaurant. They were also full-time students so there was little free time to spend cooking and cleaning. Elroy didn't mind this in the least. The fact that the apartment was in this condition only seemed to make his experiences with them even dirtier and naughtier.




 

 

Even though it was after one o'clock, Cheever was still sleeping, on his stomach with his head facing the opposite direction. He wore nothing but light gray boxer shorts and he was on top of the covers. Cleaver had already climbed back into bed and he was waiting for Elroy to get undressed. By the time Elroy removed all his clothes and crawled between them, Cleaver had removed his white T-shirt and he was stroking his dick.

He hadn't removed his white briefs, but Elroy could see his erection showing through the thin stretchy fabric. It pointed to the right, and the head stopped close to his hip. The Weaver twins were jocks and they didn't shave their bodies completely. They trimmed their pubic hairs but left their legs natural. They weren't overly hairy; just normal guys with regular legs. Elroy liked to take his time in situations like this. He didn't like to rush things. So he rested his palms on Cleaver's thighs and buried his face between his legs.

This was one of those times when being a versatile top in bed could be an asset. Being a versatile top meant Elroy preferred to top, but didn't mind bottoming once in a while. For Elroy this versatility didn't so much depend on his moods. It depended more on the guys he was with at any given time. If Kyle hadn't been such a rigid, sexless creature, Elroy would definitely have been the top with him. Though he couldn't explain why, he knew he needed to fuck Kyle and take complete control in bed. It was different with the Weaver twins. He knew they were both tops, without a hint of versatility. They'd told him the first time he'd been with them they didn't get fucked and never would. He never minded this honesty. With the Weaver twins he wanted to be the bottom and he wasn't even sure why.