Bad Boy Billionaires 1 : The Ivy League Rake(22)

A woman pushing a baby stroller took one look at Elroy's junk, turned around fast, and walked in the other direction.

Two young guys in hoodies stopped and gaped for a moment.

One woman in her sixties giggled.

An older man with gray hair took one look at Elroy in the red underwear and licked his lips.

Another older guy carrying a man-purse tripped over his own feet and knocked over a necktie display.

Kyle turned and stared at him for a moment. With a deadpan expression, he looked Elroy up and down and said, "They make your dick look small."

Elroy sent him a smile and said, "I knew there was hope for you."

* * * * Later that same night, Elroy stepped out of the shower and said, "Put on that black T-shirt you got today and those tight jeans. We're meeting a couple of guys." He'd decided to spring this on him suddenly so he couldn't refuse. If Elroy had planned this ahead of time he knew Kyle would have found a way to back out.




 

 

Kyle was already in bed reading by then. He looked over the book and said, "I'm not going anywhere now. It's almost nine o'clock and I'm in for the night."

Elroy pulled the towel from around his neck and spread his legs. While he glanced down between his legs and dried off his dick, he said, "It's Saturday night and I've made plans for us." They'd stopped at a sushi bar on the way home from shopping to get something to eat. Elroy screamed when he heard Kyle had never had sushi before. He'd also never seen anyone eat that much sushi in one sitting. After his first California roll, Kyle gorged himself with everything from eel to shark. While Kyle was in the men's room of the sushi bar, Elroy phoned a couple of guys he knew and set up a date that night. They were twin brothers who never went anywhere alone. Both were gay, both were jocks, and both had been with Elroy already. Although they never had sex with each other, they seemed to be into having sex with the same guy. He figured if Kyle wasn't interested in him sexually there was no reason why they couldn't go out and have fun with other guys. But more than that, he wanted to see how Kyle reacted with other men.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kyle said. He turned on his side and glanced down at his book.

"Yes, you are. Get out of bed and get dressed. I told the guys I'd pick them up around nine thirty."

It took a while to convince Kyle to get dressed. Elroy had to promise they'd be home by one in the morning. Elroy could be persuasive that way and he eventually talked him into it.

The twins lived off-campus in an apartment building not far from the freshman residence. They were outside waiting next to the curb when Elroy pulled up in the silver Porsche 911. Though they didn't wear identical outfits, it was hard to tell one from the other. They both had short sandy blond hair cut in the same style, chunky football player bodies, and deep throaty voices. They even had the same thick chunky dicks.

"I'm not sure about this," Kyle said. "I haven't been out with anyone since I dated the guy from the restaurant. And I'm feeling strange. Maybe you should take me back and drop me off."

Elroy ignored him and waved his hand. "You'll be fine. These guys are fucking wild men." Then he opened the door and climbed out of the car.

He hugged the twin brothers and opened the passenger door where Kyle was sitting with his hands folded on his lap. He gestured to Kyle and said, "This is my buddy, Kyle. Kyle, these are my buddies, Cheever and Cleaver Weaver."

Kyle blinked.

Cheever extended his right hand and said, "Hey, man."

Cleaver stood in the background and waved. "Same here, man." 

Before Kyle could reply, Elroy said, "Climb over and drive. I'm going to sit in the backseat with Cheever and you're going to sit up front with Cleaver." Then he grabbed Cleaver's hand by mistake and said, "It's nice and snug back there." There was barely room for one person in the backseat of the tiny sports car. He knew he'd wind up sitting on Cheever's lap.

But Cleaver said, "I'm not Cheever, I'm Cleaver."

Kyle rolled his eyes and climbed over the console.

Elroy laughed and said, "I guess I'll never be able to tell you guys apart." Then he grabbed Cheever's hand and pulled him into the backseat. He didn't mention it aloud, but he didn't really care whether it was Cheever or Cleaver. He couldn't tell the difference, and a dick was a dick.

When they were on the road, Kyle glanced into the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are we going? I think I'm getting a headache. I feel strange."

Elroy was sitting on big, strong Cheever's lap by then. He'd already opened a bottle of beer, his arms were around Cheever's shoulders, and his pants were open. Without looking up at Kyle, he said, "Just keep driving around for a while." Then he handed Cleaver a bottle of beer and turned to kiss Cheever.