Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake(23)

Elroy rolled his eyes. "And your point is?"

Kyle sat up straighter and set his hands on his lap. "I say we keep driving through the night. If you're tired, pull over and I'll drive."

When they reached Philadelphia, Elroy suggested they stop there and spend the night at a hotel. "I haven't been to Philadelphia in ages. I know a great bathhouse in Center City where you can get anything you want. I once had a blow job there that made my knees buckle."

Kyle didn't even reply this time. He turned, sent him a glance, and pointed to the windshield.

By the time they reached Washington D.C., Elroy's legs were cramping. His ass ached from sitting and he was so bored he felt like screaming. He'd been driving since they'd left Harvard-more than eight hours-and they'd only stopped for gas, more junk food for Kyle, and to use the restrooms. "I have a buddy who lives near DuPont Circle. You should see the clubs they have there. The strippers get up on the bar and strip down to nothing and wag their dicks in your face. Seriously, man. We should spend the night in D.C. It's starting to get dark and I'm tired of driving."

"Then pull over and I'll drive," Kyle said. "I don't mind driving. I love to drive. But I have no interest in going to bars where men wag their dicks in people's faces. That's just not sanitary. You can catch things that way."

"What things?"

Kyle thought for a moment. "Conjunctivitis."

Elroy moaned and said, "Not unless they try to fuck you in the eye."

"I once heard a story where a guy went to a stripper bar with women and when one of the strippers stuck her breast in the guy's eye, he got conjunctivitis." Then he shook his head and said, "I want to keep going without stopping."

When they reached Richmond, Virginia, Elroy pulled over to use a restroom on the interstate. It was dark by then and there were only a few cars stippled between large tractor-trailers. They went into the restroom together and walked to a line of urinals against the back wall opposite the sinks. There was a nice-looking guy in a gray business suit standing in front of the middle urinal peeing and whistling a tuneless song. Elroy went to the man's left and Kyle went to his right. Though Kyle seemed completely oblivious, Elroy saw the man in the business suit look down and stare at Kyle's dick the moment he pulled down his zipper. Then the man turned and glanced down at Elroy's dick and Elroy took a step back so he could see more. Elroy winked at the guy and shook his dick a few times.




 

 

The man stopped whistling and he glanced back over his shoulder to make sure no one else was in the restroom. When he felt it was safe, he reached over and wrapped his hand around Elroy's dick very gently. This wasn't the first time Elroy had had restroom sex. And this guy in the business suit wasn't bad-looking at all. Elroy figured a quick hand job at the urinal wouldn't hurt anyone, so he took another step and leaned backward for the guy.

But when the guy started stroking him, Kyle stepped up behind Elroy and grabbed him by the collar. The guy in the business suit blinked and Kyle said, "Enough of that sort of thing in here. This is a public restroom. People get arrested for things like this." Then he yanked Kyle out of the rest-room and held his collar all the way back to the car.

When they were next to the car, Elroy said, "What the fuck, man? I only wanted to have a little fun." This road trip was not turning out at all as he'd planned. He'd once driven from Boston to Florida and he'd stopped and had sex at a rest stop in every major city along the way. It had helped pass the time and had given him something on which to focus, not to mention how it had relieved the stress of endless driving.

Kyle took the car keys out of Elroy's hand and said, "You can have that kind of fun when you're alone. When you're with me, I'm not putting up with it. What happened back there was just disgusting. Now get into the car and sit down. I'm driving. You look tired."

Although Elroy was exhausted from driving, he took the keys back and said, "I'm not tired. I want to drive. If I have to sit there and do nothing but stare out the window, I'll go fucking nuts." He had to admit the bossy side of Kyle's personality intrigued him. Though he should have been screaming at Kyle for interrupting what could have been a memorable hand job in a public restroom, he found himself smiling and conceding to Kyle's wishes.

"We can talk," Kyle said. "Talking passes the time."

All he ever wanted to do was talk. Elroy had never met a man who thought about talking more than he actually did it. "We've been talking since we left Boston. I'm all talked out. I want silence now." He'd never been much of a talker. There was something about talking that left him drained to the point of exhaustion.

Kyle's eyebrows went up. "Are you saying you don't like talking to me?"

Elroy knew he had to be careful with this one. It could be a trick question. If he said the wrong thing Kyle would wind up with a pinched face all the way to Georgia. "No, not at all. I love talking to you. I've never talked so much with anyone. I'm only suggesting that quiet is nice sometimes, too." 

Kyle's eyebrows went down. He seemed satisfied and Elroy felt as if he'd dodged another bullet. "I still think I should drive," Kyle said.

Elroy wanted to drive for a reason. But he didn't want to let Kyle know what the reason was. This was something Elroy had done many times on road trips … sometimes he drove up and down the interstate in Boston doing it on nights when he was bored. "I'm fine," he said. "We'll stop for something to eat in an hour and if I'm tired then, you can drive."

About an hour later, they stopped at one of those huge fast food places that line the highways throughout the south. In this particular place, a person could fill up the gas tank, get a prescription filled, and order a turkey dinner all at the same time. While Elroy filled the tank, Kyle stocked up on more junk food for the rest of the trip.

When Kyle returned to the car, he asked, "Do you want me to drive now?"

Elroy smiled. He still had plans. "No, I'm fine. You should try to sleep for a while. Next time we stop for gas I'll let you drive and I'll sleep."

This seemed to pacify Kyle. He shrugged and climbed into the car without saying another word. The moment they pulled onto the highway, Kyle yawned and said, "I think I will try to get some sleep." Within fifteen minutes his eyes were closed, he was snoring lightly, and his mouth was hanging open.

* * * * They'd just left North Carolina and entered South Carolina when Kyle jerked up in his seat and screamed. "What are you doing now?" He covered his mouth and stared with a horrified expression.

Elroy shrugged. "I just wanted to get comfortable," he said. He'd removed all his clothes and he was driving naked, with the seat back and his legs open wide. He'd also turned on the overhead light so anything inside the car would be visible. They were driving down the center lane of the highway, with a huge tractor-trailer on the right and another on the left. Elroy had been jacking off for the two truckers and he was close to climax.

"You're naked in public," Kyle shouted. "You have an erection. And the light is on."

The tractor-trailer on the left honked and Elroy glanced up for a second and saw two rough bearded guys looking down at him from the cab. He spread his legs a little wider and slowly ran his palm down his naked torso for them.

Kyle turned off the overhead light and said, "Pull over and put on your clothes. We could get arrested for this, or get killed. Those men are leering at you. They aren't paying attention to the road."

Both tractor-trailers honked this time, so Elroy switched the lights back on so the guys could see him.

"Calm down." Elroy said. "It's harmless. It's the safest kind of sex there is. I do it all the time when I'm driving alone. Guys in trucks are horny bastards. They love it. I hate to disappoint them." He'd never once done this where a trucker ignored him. In every single case, the moment her removed his clothes in the car, he had a trucker staring down at him, honking for more.

"Pull over and put your clothes on," Kyle said.

"Be good sport for once," Elroy said. "Take off your clothes and we'll give them a really good show."

"Are you serious?" Kyle said.

Elroy was still hard; he was so close to climax that if he moved to fast he would shoot a load. "Just jack me off for them. It'll only take a few strokes. I'm ready to come. If you hadn't screamed when you did I would have come and you never would have known I'd even done this."

Kyle sat back and folded his arms across his chest. He pursed his lips so tightly it looked painful.

The trucker on the left honked again and Elroy reached for his dick. He jacked a few times, released all the stress that had been building up inside his body since they'd left the guy in the business suit in the restroom, and came all over his chest.




 

 

When it was over, the truckers did what they always did. They honked a few times, gave Elroy two thumbs up, and sped on ahead of him as if nothing had ever happened.

Elroy switched off the overhead light and said, "Could you please hand me a Kleenex? I keep them in the glove box for occasions like this." The silence in the car made him smile. He knew it wouldn't last long.

Kyle opened the glove box and a pile of condoms fell onto the floor. He grabbed a few tissues and handed them to Elroy. "Sometimes I think you enjoy torturing me this way. It's like you can't wait to think of something more vulgar than the time before to shock me."