Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake(14)

While Elroy's face was between Cleaver's legs, and while he chewed Cleaver's boxer briefs and inhaled the scent of his crotch, he felt a big, strong hand slid down his back and rest on his ass. He spread his legs wider and gobbled Cleaver's underwear faster. It was evident Cheever had discovered him in their bed and he wanted to get in on the action. Though they both tended to be rough and awkward in bed-in a good way-Cheever was the more aggressive of the two and he usually went right for Elroy's ass.

They remained this way for a while. Cleaver eventually pulled his dick out of his underwear and Elroy started sucking it. While he sucked, Cheever removed his gray boxers and he climbed on Elroy's back and dry humped him. He had a way of bucking his hips that made Elroy suck harder on Cleaver's dick. And Cheever liked to slide his erection up and down the crack of Elroy's ass in a teasing way that sent shivers through Elroy's entire body.

When they finally turned Elroy around, Cheever rested on his back and spread his legs. While Elroy swallowed his cock this time, Cleaver put on a pre-lubed condom and he started probing Elroy's hole with his fingers. It had been a while since Elroy had had anything up his ass and he was eager to get started. So he spread his legs and arched his back, inviting Cleaver to enter him. Elroy knew what to expect by then. These guys never talked; they never asked for permission. Cleaver opened a tube of lubricant and squeezed the tube over Elroy. When the cold lube hit the lips of Elroy's anus, Cleaver rubbed it around and slowly inserted his middle finger. Elroy had been sucking Cheever's dick. He stopped moving for a moment and moaned with Cheever deep in his mouth. Then Cheever slapped his ass and Cleaver inserted another finger. 

After he inserted a third finger, Cleaver probed until he knew Elroy was ready to take him. They were articulate lovers in this sense; they never took anything for granted. Although they were eager to get off, they seemed just as concerned about Elroy's needs. When Cleaver removed his fingers, he did it slowly and concentrated on making gentle moves. After that, he grabbed Elroy's hips and mounted him the same way. The instant he slid into Elroy's body, Elroy closed his eyes and saw glittery flashes of light. These ridiculous flashes of light never lasted long; just a few seconds sometimes. But for that one instant, as ridiculous as they were, Elroy's entire body filled with the kind of ecstasy that rivaled his climax. The same thing happened to Elroy whenever he entered another man's body. Though it was hard to explain, it always felt as if that initial intimate contact with another human being, or that intimate bond, stimulated every nerve ending in his body.

When Cleaver started to buck with more energy, Elroy knew what would happen next. Elroy would remain on his hands and knees with his legs spread and his back arched. He would stop sucking Cheever and brace his hands and knees on the mattress so they could take turns on him. Though the twins never actually touched each other, they would line up behind Elroy and one would pull out and the other would enter. This would continue until one of them reached the point of climax and couldn't hold back any longer.

On that particular afternoon, it was Cheever who came first. He grunted and pulled Elroy into his pelvis as hard as he could. His entire body went rigid for a second, then he shuddered and filled the condom. After that, he pulled out and Cleaver took his turn. When Cleaver came it wasn't as dramatic and he didn't shudder or make a sound. But he forced himself so deeply into Elroy's body Elroy had to grab the sheets with one hand and balance himself so he wouldn't fall forward. He jacked his own dick with his other hand and they climaxed together.

By the time Cleaver pulled out, Cheever had already climbed off the bed and removed the condom. He'd tossed it on the floor and it had landed next to a sweat sock. While Cheever put on his boxer shorts, Cleaver removed his condom and threw it on the other side of the bed. That one landed on the floor, not far from one of his athletic cups.

Elroy smiled and crawled out of bed next. His legs were a little sore and his hips felt bruised from the way they'd grabbed him. While they went to the table and opened the box with doughnuts and Danish, Elroy crossed to where he'd removed his clothes and started to get dressed. He knew there would be no emotional kisses or hugs. They were already stuffing their faces with doughnuts. The Weaver twins were fuck buddies and he didn't expect them to remain in bed and cuddle after sex.

They did ask him if he wanted coffee or a doughnut, but he declined. He'd glanced at the clock while Cleaver had been fucking him and he'd seen it was almost three in the afternoon. Elroy needed real food now, not doughnuts. He couldn't stop thinking about the Greek place in Boston he'd found earlier in the semester. They had the best gyros he'd ever eaten. So he kissed the Weaver twins goodbye and said, "See you around, guys."




 

 

Cleaver swallowed his doughnut and said, "Thanks, buddy." He waved at him with one hand and scratched his balls with the other.

Cheever walked him to the door and patted his ass. Then he kissed him goodbye and said, "Don't be a stranger. Stop by any time you want."

After that, Elroy drove to Boston and went to the Greek restaurant. Then he decided to walk around for a while and look at the shops. By the time he returned to Harvard it was seven in the evening. He found Kyle still in bed wearing the same gray sweatsuit he'd been wearing when Elroy had left earlier that day. He tossed his keys on the bed and smiled at Kyle. He hadn't felt this satisfied in a long time. "What did you do today?" he asked Kyle.

Kyle sat up and glared at him. "What do you think I did today? I stayed in bed. I've never been in such pain in my life."

Elroy shrugged and said, "That's too bad, man." There was nothing he could do about it.

"I waited for you to bring me something for my stomach and finally gave up," Kyle said. "After two hours, I figured you weren't coming back so I fell asleep."

Elroy smacked his forehead and said, "Fuck. I knew I forgot something. You wanted cough drops or something."

Kyle closed his eyes and shook his head. "I wanted something for my stomach, not cough drops."

"Oh yeah," Elroy said. "I remember. I'll go out now and get something." He really didn't remember. He must have been thinking about something else at the time.

"Don't bother," Kyle said. "I'm feeling better now."

Why did Kyle always make him feel guilty? He hated feeling guilty; no one ever had this kind of power over him. "Are you hungry?"

"I was just going to get dressed and get something," Kyle said.

"Let me take you somewhere," Elroy said. "I know this great little Greek place in Boston." He felt so bad now he wanted to hug him. But he knew if he did Kyle would probably kick him in the balls.

"I just want something light, maybe soup and toast," Kyle said.

"I'll take you to a diner I know."

"I should tell you to go fuck yourself," Kyle said. "You left me here to rot all day alone. I only asked for something for my stomach, not the world. But I don't feel like walking far and you have a car."

Elroy walked over and put his arm around him. "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole. I should have remembered. Let me make it up to you now. I'll take you anywhere you want. I'll buy you the world if you want it."

Kyle shrugged and said, "I don't want the world. I just want soup and toast, you idiot. Let me change my clothes." 

"You don't need to change," Elroy said. "You look fine the way you are." He truly meant this. There was something about seeing him in that old gray sweatsuit that made Elroy feel comfortable and safe.

"I look awful," Kyle said.

Though Kyle's arms were at his side and he wasn't responding to anything Elroy did, Elroy hugged him and said, "I think you look wonderful. In fact, no one has ever looked this good, or will ever look this good again."

Kyle gave him a gentle shove and he stepped back. But this time he smiled and said, "You are so full of shit."

Chapter Twelve

In the end of October, there was a huge costume party. A wealthy young gay guy from Newport was throwing it. He'd rented a room in one of the most exclusive hotels in Boston and the guests were all required to attend in costume-preferably drag. Every openly gay man Elroy knew had been invited to this party, including Kyle. They were coming in from as far away as San Francisco. He'd heard two were coming from Berlin.

The only one who hadn't been invited to this party was Elroy, and he'd been fuming about this for days. The gay guy throwing the party, Edwin Sutton, had been one of Elroy's classmates at boarding school a few years earlier. Portly bowtied Edwin ate too many carbs, was prematurely bald, stood about five feet two inches in shoes, and spoke with a lisp. He had the smallest feet Elroy had ever seen and his left eye cocked to the right, which gave the impression he could never look anyone in the eye. Whenever he took off his shirt and his man-tits started to flop, Elroy always felt a pain in his gut. The only thing more offensive than all this was when he removed his pants: his dick was so small it looked as if an acorn had been glue-gunned to a set of balls. At certain angles what he had between his legs looked more like a vagina than a dick. Elroy had taken gym glasses with him and he'd seen all this personally in the locker room.

But Edwin Sutton had one thing that drew people to him in droves: old money. He wasn't as wealthy as Elroy and he didn't have billions. But his family had come over on the fucking Mayflower and he knew how to use his prosperity in order to get whatever he wanted. Elroy was never quite sure where his old money came from. Some said he was the heir to a toothpick fortune; others said his great-great-grandfather had invented electrical extension cords. Most of this was rumor and Elroy had never been able to pinpoint exactly where Edwin Sutton's money came from. But it didn't really matter to Elroy because he'd always considered Edwin to be the most offensive human being ever to grace the Earth. Elroy cringed just watching him walk, with his tiny feet splayed east/west, bouncing on the tips of his toes.