Elroy went out every night of the week to different parties or to hang out with different people-usually frat guys because they turned him on the most. Kyle remained locked up in their room studying and preparing for the classes he had the following day. By the time Elroy would come home around midnight, he would find Kyle either sleeping or in bed reading a book. A few times he asked Kyle to rub his leg again to help him get to sleep. But when Kyle glared at him over a math book, he stepped back and didn't mention it again.
In a show of good faith, to make up for the devious things he'd done to Kyle, Elroy decided to repay him the best way he knew how. Although he couldn't be certain, he had a feeling Kyle might be a gay virgin. Kyle had said he wasn't a virgin, but he didn't sound convincing enough. Elroy suspected Kyle had most likely experimented with dildos and poppers while he masturbated-all normal gay male teenagers did that sort of thing. But dildos and sex toys cannot ever be compared to the real thing and Elroy wanted to do something nice for a change.
So one Friday night Elroy went to a small liquor store instead of to a frat party or a bar. He went alone; he knew Kyle would be in their room studying for a Monday morning exam. The initial plan was to buy a bottle of good vodka, and then drive to a dark notorious men's room on the highway and pick up a nice-looking young guy for Kyle. But when he walked into the liquor store and saw a tall guy with dark hair and scruffy five o'clock shadow standing behind the counter, he decided to forego his original restroom plan and work on this guy instead.
Elroy went to the back of the store and picked out the most expensive bottle of vodka. He turned toward the shelf with his back to the guy at the counter and opened his black leather jacket. Then he opened the top button of his jeans and pulled the zipper halfway down, exposing part of his white boxer briefs. He'd worn his tightest faded jeans on purpose because they made a bulge in his crotch. He'd also worn a tight black T-shirt that exposed about two inches of his flat stomach. Before he turned to head to the counter where the dark-haired guy was standing, he adjusted the black leather jacket so it would look as if it were falling off his shoulders. He'd once learned that little trick from a male prostitute. It amused him to think he could look like a male whore by doing this simple move.
On the way to the counter to pay for the vodka, he swaggered and took his time. He stopped to glance at a beer display, turning the front of his body toward the main counter, showing off his exposed underwear. He knew the guy was watching him. He wanted his intentions made perfectly clear. He glanced up a few times and they made eye contact and the guy smiled at him. It never failed. The initial eye contact was all Elroy ever needed. He knew he had this guy right where he wanted him.
When he walked up to the cash register, he set the bottle of vodka on the counter and said, "Hey, man." He smiled again and looked down at his shoes, pretending to be shy.
The guy looked over the counter, down at Elroy's partially unzipped jeans, and rubbed his jaw. Then he smiled and looked into Elroy's eyes. "Is there anything else I can get for you, buddy?" He had a deep, throaty voice without much inflection-almost as if he had marbles in his mouth-and a thick Boston accent.
Elroy had learned the best approach in situations like this was to pretend to be innocent. He shrugged, batted his eyelashes, and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm new around here. I just started school. I was wondering if there are any places to go out, if you know what I mean." By that time his zipper had gone down even more and most of his underwear had been exposed. The guy was gaping at his crotch with an almost dazed expression.
The guy nodded. "Sure, there are," he said. "There are plenty of places you'd like. I can show you around myself tonight. I get off work in fifteen minutes." He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, but he could have been pushing thirty. He had raven hair cut short in the back and on the sides, but longer on top in that painfully trendy style Elroy saw so often in gay bars. The top had been purposely bathed in product so it would stick up and form an exaggerated point. It wasn't the type of haircut Elroy saw often in Harvard Yard. This was the kind of haircut guys who went to community colleges wore, along with outfits from The Gap and discount stores Elroy had heard of but never been to. He doubted this guy owned a suit or a tie. But Elroy didn't care about this guy's social background tonight. All he cared about was his dick.
In a move Elroy knew would ensure his success with the guy, he shoved his hands into his pockets deeper and his zipper went all the way down. He pretended not to notice this at first. Then a second or two later he glanced down between his legs and said, "I'd better fix this before I get into trouble." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and his pants dropped even more. While the guy behind the counter watched, Elroy stuck his right hand into his underwear, adjusted his dick slowly, and groped his balls a few times. A second after that, he pulled up his pants and fastened them. Oh, there was nothing that sent a bigger thrill through his entire body than teasing another guy this way. He could practically feel the testosterone rushing through this guy's body by then.
The guy at the counter put the bottle of vodka into a brown paper bag and said, "I'm Jason. This one's on the house, man."
"I'm Elroy." In spite of the fact that he could buy the store outright if he wanted to, he liked getting free stuff as much as he liked teasing horny men.
Jason glanced at his cheap watch and said, "I don't think my boss will mind if I close up five minutes early." He reached down and adjusted his dick. He had a full erection showing through his jeans.
Elroy glanced at the front door to be sure no one was watching. When he knew it was safe, he reached across the counter, rubbed Jason's erection gently, and said, "I don't mind waiting for you." He spoke in a soft, whispery tone. He sent Jason one of his most innocent expressions and glanced down at the floor, knowing he could get him to do anything.
Jason's face had turned red by then and he seemed to be breathing faster. He adjusted his crotch again and said, "Why don't you wait outside for me? I'll close up in here and I'll be out in a few minutes."
Chapter Eight
When Jason and Elroy arrived at the freshman residence, Elroy had to literally pull Jason's hand out of his pants and smack it. "Be good now. My roommate doesn't know I'm bringing anyone home tonight." Jason didn't have a car, so they'd taken Elroy's car. While Elroy had been driving, Jason had been reaching between Elroy's legs and sliding his hands down Elroy's pants the entire time. If Elroy hadn't held Jason back, they would have had sex right in the car. Jason was the playful, aggressive type who didn't seem shy about anything. At one point, he'd pulled his dick out of his jeans and he'd told Elroy to pretend it was the gear shift. In the parking lot not far from the freshman residence, he'd pinned Elroy to the car, kissed him with his tongue, and pulled Elroy's pants down to his knees.
Jason's expression fell. "I thought we'd be alone. We could have gone to my place." He'd mentioned he had a small studio apartment within walking distance.
Elroy rested his palm on Jason's stomach and he rubbed slowly. "Calm down, it's cool. My roommate might even join us." He didn't want Jason to know he'd brought him back there just for Kyle.
Jason grabbed his ass and said, "That sounds like fun. I hope he's as hot as you are."
But when they entered the dark room, they found Kyle in his bed, in his sweats, reading a textbook under a small lamp. He looked up at them and lifted one eyebrow. His hair was sticking up on one side and he had a chocolate smudge on his chin.
Before Kyle had a chance to speak, Elroy smiled and said, "This is my buddy, Jason. Jason, this is my roommate, Kyle."
Jason and Kyle nodded at each other, and Jason put his arm around Elroy.
Elroy patted Jason's stomach again and said, "Why don't you go in there for a minute while I have a word with Kyle?" He pointed to the bathroom and kissed Jason on the cheek.
When Jason was gone, Kyle sat up and glared at Elroy. "What's he doing here? I have an important exam on Monday."
Elroy went over to his bed and sat on the edge. "I brought him back just for you. You don't have to thank me either. I wanted to surprise you, and to do something nice, man. Isn't he hot? He has a dick of death, too. I was thinking we could have a little threeway."
Kyle sat up straighter and his face tightened. His entire expression seemed to turn to stone right before Elroy's eyes. "Listen to me, once and for all," Kyle said. "I told you I'm not promiscuous and that I don't sleep around with strange men."
Elroy laughed. "I have condoms. Don't worry."
Kyle smacked his forehead and clenched his fists. "You're not getting it. Let me put it this way. I don't fuck around with strangers, not now or ever. If you wanted to do something nice for me you could have taken me out to dinner, or given me a gift certificate to a bookstore. You could have done a million things that didn't involve bringing home a strange man who looks like he's ready to audition for a bad reality TV show. Where on earth did you find him?"
"He works at a liquor store not far from here," Elroy said.
"You don't even know him."
"I thought we could have a little threeway," Elroy said. "We don't have to get married. I only wanted to do something nice and show there are no hard feelings." He'd had a feeling Kyle might not respond positively, but he didn't think the guy would freak out this way. Elroy had never seen anyone's face turn that shade of red before.