"It's not going to happen, not now, not ever," Kyle said. "I'm going to study for my exam tonight."
Elroy lifted the brown paper bag and pulled out the bottle of vodka. "Maybe if you have a drink you'll change your mind, seriously. This guy's dick is enough for both of us to handle. I'm not joking about that. On the way over here he made me pretend it was the gear shift and I could barely get my fingers around the shaft, dude. I'm talking the dick of a lifetime now."
"Thank you for that image," Kyle said.
"He's a fucking monster. He's bigger than me, and that's a lot."
Kyle leaned forward and grabbed both of Elroy's hands. "I can see you're not getting the bigger picture here. So let's make this simple, in terms you will understand. It's not going to happen. Plain and simple."
Then the bathroom door opened and Jason stepped out naked, holding his erection in his right hand.
Kyle took one look at him and he blinked.
Elroy shrugged and took a deep breath. After he exhaled he leaned forward and whispered so Jason wouldn't hear him. "Do you mind if I have a little fun with him? I can't tell him to leave now that he's naked. The poor guy is ready to bust a fucking nut he's so turned on."
Kyle's eyes opened wider. "With me in the room? You really are a perv."
Elroy shrugged again. "It's dark. We won't make much noise." He turned and smiled at Jason. He was still standing there with a dumb grin, holding his huge dick. "You go over to my bed. I'll be there in a minute."
While Jason crossed to Elroy's bed in bare feet, Kyle climbed out of his bed and put on his sneakers. He grabbed his books and said, "I'll go downstairs and study for a while."
Elroy glanced across the room. Jason had plopped down in the middle of this bed, with his legs open wide, his arms up, and his hands behind his head. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?" he asked. Though he was sorry now that he'd assumed Kyle would be happy about his, he couldn't wait to climb up on Jason's big, strong lap.
Kyle turned toward the door and said, "I'll see you later." On his way out, he didn't even look at Jason.
It didn't take long for Elroy to take of his clothes and climb into his bed. He knew this wouldn't be an all-night deal; he didn't want to waste a second. He covered Jason's dick with a condom and straddled his hips. Jason grabbed the back of his neck and started to kiss him again. Everything about Jason was aggressive in a relentless way. He inserted his tongue with force, and he held the back of Elroy's neck in a way that suggested control and dominance. He didn't even wait for Elroy to work the head of his dick in slowly. While they were kissing, and while Elroy was reaching back to guide Jason's dick into his ass, Jason bucked his hips and entered Elroy so fast Elroy felt the pain shoot through his entire body. For the first few minutes it hurt so much Elroy thought he'd never recover.
Elroy screamed out with such force Jason had to cover his mouth. Elroy blamed it on the fact that Jason was so unusually large. Elroy never had this trouble with men. He almost asked Jason to pull out and stop. It reached a point where the pain was so intense Elroy thought he'd gone deaf. He even felt pain the pain travel to the top of his head.
But after the first fifteen minutes, the pain subsided and Jason removed his hand from Elroy's mouth. Elroy stopped screaming and started moaning instead. Jason remained on his back and Elroy continued riding his dick. When Jason grabbed his waist, Elroy started to grind his hips and bounce up and down so fast the bed squeaked. It soon became apparent that Jason's strength rivaled his aggression. When Jason decided to change positions, he told Elroy to wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders, then he lifted Elroy up and said, "Hold on tight."
This was a novelty for Elroy. With Elroy holding on to him tightly, Jason climbed out of bed and stood up. He didn't flinch or make a face. While Jason stood in the middle of the room bucking his hips, Elroy held his shoulders and bounced up and down on his dick. In this position, Jason fucked him while he paced the room. They wound up next to Kyle's empty bed, with Elroy's back pasted to the window that overlooked Harvard Yard.
After that, Jason fucked him on the floor, on the dresser, and against the bathroom door. He fucked him sideways, upside down, doggie style, and up against a wall. He finally threw Elroy down on his bed again and fucked him on his back. Elroy had lost track of time by then. He threw one hand back over his head and reached for his own dick with the other. He tossed his legs over Jason's shoulders and let his feet dangle down Jason's back. The twin bed moved sideways and his nightstand toppled over with a crash. When the bottom corner of the bed was pressed to the wall and it couldn't move another inch, Jason grunted and said, "Fuck, here it comes." Then he slammed Elroy's ass with a series of power-fucks that made Elroy's entire body vibrate.
They came together and both shouted "Fuck!" at the same time. It was so intense for both of them, they remained locked together in this position for several minutes without moving at all. The entire room went silent, except for a squeak that came from the door. As the door opened slowly, Elroy turned his head and saw Kyle staring at them with his palm pressed to his throat. The light from the hall had filtered in enough so Kyle could see Jason's pelvis pressed tightly to Elroy's ass. They were both naked, dripping with perspiration. It wasn't as if they could cover themselves or run and hide. So Elroy smiled and waved at Kyle with his right foot. "We'll be finished in a minute."
Kyle glanced up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and shook his head. As he closed the door, he backed into the hallway without saying a word.
Jason pulled out and removed the condom. He smacked his dick against Elroy's ass and said, "I hope your roommate isn't pissed."
Elroy glanced at the clock and saw they been fucking for two hours. He lowered his legs and sat up on the end of the bed. He kissed Jason's stomach and cupped his balls one last time. "He'll get over it." And if he didn't, it wasn't Elroy's concern.
Chapter Nine
When Kyle returned to the room, Elroy turned on his side and pretended to be sleeping.
It must have been evident he wasn't sleeping because Kyle crossed to his side of the room and said, "I thought you were a top."
Elroy opened his eyes and turned. "Huh?"
Kyle kicked off his sneakers and climbed into bed. He rested on his back and said, "I had you pegged as a top, is all."
"Does it really matter?"
"Not at all. I couldn't care less."
Elroy smiled and said, "I'm versatile."
"I see."
Elroy hesitated for a second, then said, "Would you come over and rub my leg again?"
"You should have asked your friend with the big dick to do that," Kyle said, with a hint of indignation in his voice.
"Please," Elroy said. "It helps me sleep. Nobody does it like you."
After a moment of silence, Elroy heard Kyle get out of bed and cross the room. He didn't say a word at first. He waited until Kyle kneeled down on the floor and started to rub his leg lightly. Elroy smiled and yawned. Before he closed his eyes he said, "Thanks, man."
* * * * The following Friday night they both went to a liquor store this time, but not the same store where Jason worked. After the Jason incident, Elroy had noticed Kyle had been purposely ignoring him that week. Elroy had asked Kyle basic questions and Kyle had responded with little more than a grunt and a nod. Kyle hadn't been in their room much that week either. He said he'd been studying at the library because it was quiet there. But Elroy had a feeling Kyle was still angry with him about what he'd done the previous Friday night with Jason. Though Elroy wasn't even sure why he cared, it bothered him to think Kyle would remain angry with him and he wanted to make things right again.
So they went to a liquor store and Elroy asked Kyle what his favorite drink was. He knew Kyle didn't drink much and he wasn't fond of vodka. He found out that Kyle liked Southern Comfort and he bought the biggest bottle in the store. The smile on Kyle's face was worth the awkward confrontation Elroy had with the clerk at this other liquor store. At first, the clerk didn't want to sell them the booze without three forms of proper identification. Of course neither of them had that kind of identification. Even if they had had it, they were still underage and not allowed to legally buy alcohol. But that didn't stop Elroy from arguing with the clerk. And when his argument grew lame, he pulled out three one-hundred-dollar bills and slapped them on the counter. The clerk smiled, rang up his sale, and told him to have a wonderful evening.
When they left the store, Kyle said, "I guess you think you can get anything you want with the right amount of money."
Elroy smiled. "I've always found that to be the case." There was no need to apologize. He'd learned early in life that everyone has a price.
"I'm not sure I like that," Kyle said. "What about moral fiber?"
Elroy laughed this time. "Moral fiber is something we've been trained to believe exists, thanks to sappy TV sitcoms and bad writers. There's no limit to what people will do for a buck. There's a generation of people who have been sold a bill of goods that doesn't exist."
Kyle thought about this for a moment, then said. "I have limits. I won't do anything for a buck."