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.