When the guy in the bowtie got up, he stumbled again and Elroy grabbed him before he fell backward. He guided the guy onto the footlocker and caressed his leg lightly when he was seated. Elroy could almost feel the poor guy's heart racing when he leaned forward with his head between the guy's legs, and clamped the latches on the footlocker. He let his head linger between the guy's legs a minute longer than he should have, glancing up at the guy's face the entire time, waiting to see if it would turn a deeper shade of red than it already was.
In an abrupt move that made the guy jerk sideways, Elroy stood up and smiled again. "There you go. All set." Then he turned and headed toward one of the residential houses for freshmen. He sent the guy a backward glance and said, "See you around, man," thinking at the same time he would most likely never see him again.
In the background, Elroy heard the guy speak in a low, wrecked voice. "Thanks. See you around."
Chapter Two
After he helped the pathetic guy in the bowtie close the footlocker, Elroy took a walk to Widener Library and sat under another tree for a while. He'd arrived early, unpacked his things, and settled into his room already and he didn't have anything else to do. He watched more good-looking young men carrying backpacks and suitcases, wondering how many of them would let him get into their pants. He'd gone to a private all-boys' school and he knew everything there was to know about seducing horny young men. He'd only met a few in his time who were not willing to pull down their zippers when the lights were off and no one was around. He'd met even fewer who could refuse a little harmless ass play after a six-pack of beer.
He also knew he would probably go straight to hell for most of the things he'd done so far in his short life, so there didn't seem to be much of a point in trying to change now. Did it really matter how many good deeds a guy did after he'd slept with his priest? That was one meditation retreat he'd never forget. He'd been over eighteen at the time and it wasn't child abuse. Elroy had seduced the priest, not the other way around. The poor priest didn't even know what hit him. One minute he was in the confessional listening to Elroy's sins and the next, Elroy was on the other side of the confessional fucking his brains out.
Twenty minutes later, Elroy decided to go back to his room and shower. He'd already showered once that morning but he thought it was time for another. He hadn't met his new roommate yet and he wanted to be undressed when he did. Elroy knew he had the kind of body that could make people stop and stare. He worked out often to keep his tone and definition, and he'd been blessed with natural assets most men couldn't get no matter how hard they worked out. His thick light brown hair looked as good messy as it did perfectly styled. He had just the right amount of hair on his body that didn't require a lot of manscaping. He trimmed once in a while to keep things neat, but it wasn't something about which he had to worry. Even if he had been hairier, or his perfect nose had been larger, or his athletic legs had been shaped like the letter X, his best asset hung between his legs. He knew very few men could compete with what he had going on down there.
Although Elroy had learned his lesson about getting too involved with his roommates from past experiences that hadn't ended well, he wanted his new roommate at Harvard to get a quick glimpse of what he looked like naked that first day. He believed first impressions were lasting impressions; he never did anything without thinking about it first. He was hoping he'd at least get a roommate who would be willing to be his fuck buddy when there was nothing else to do. Someone cool; not uptight. The winters there could be long and cold and snuggling up to a warm, willing male body would help pass the time when there was nothing else to do.
He also knew he had to be careful. He didn't want what had happened to his last roommate to happen again. The needy guy had fallen in love with him and threatened to throw himself off a roof if Elroy didn't reciprocate. In order to avoid the drama, Elroy had to sneak out in the middle of the night and miss his official graduation. There were times when he still looked over his shoulder to make sure the unstable guy wasn't stalking him.
Last Elroy had heard, they guy had gone back to Los Angeles where he'd come from. He'd been such an emotional mess his parents had to fly to New Hampshire and drag him back, kicking and screaming. A friend of Elroy's kept him up to date. This friend told Elroy the guy screamed, "I'll cut his dick off for lying to me," all the way out to the parking lot. Elroy knew he had dodged the proverbial bullet that time. He had learned his lesson: never make promises to the overly sensitive types unless you're prepared to come through with the wedding ring. When those queens want a man, they mean business.