Bad Boy Billionaires 1 : The Ivy League Rake(26)

Cleaver seemed apprehensive. He looked over Elroy's shoulder and asked, "Is he here with you?"

"No, ha-ha. He's home in bed with a headache."

Cleaver smiled and grabbed Elroy's hand. He pulled him into the apartment and set the white box on a small round table near a kitchenette. "We were sleeping. Cheever's still in bed."

Elroy reached up with both arms and laced his fingers together at the back of big, strong Cleaver's neck. He rubbed his chin against Cleaver's morning stubble and kissed him on the mouth. "Don't wake him up. I'll get undressed, we'll both get back into bed, and we'll surprise him with something very special this morning." He wasn't sure how Cleaver would respond to this. Though he'd been with these guys more than once since school had started, he worried they might still be mad at him for last night.

But Cleaver grabbed him by the waist and returned the kiss. This time his tongue went deeper and he pulled Elroy up against his body. When the kiss was over, he lowered his hand to Elroy's ass and said, "I think that sounds like a great idea."

Their apartment was an absolute mess. It smelled like a damp locker room and looked even worse. They'd left piles of dirty socks and underwear all over. There were half-finished bottles of beer on tables and they threw so many pairs of shoes and boots on the floor you had to look down and navigate with care. This didn't stop Elroy from taking off all his clothes and throwing them in a pile of jock straps, sweat socks, and athletic cups. The Weaver twins played football and worked part time at a restaurant. They were also full-time students so there was little free time to spend cooking and cleaning. Elroy didn't mind this in the least. The fact that the apartment was in this condition only seemed to make his experiences with them even dirtier and naughtier.




 

 

Even though it was after one o'clock, Cheever was still sleeping, on his stomach with his head facing the opposite direction. He wore nothing but light gray boxer shorts and he was on top of the covers. Cleaver had already climbed back into bed and he was waiting for Elroy to get undressed. By the time Elroy removed all his clothes and crawled between them, Cleaver had removed his white T-shirt and he was stroking his dick.

He hadn't removed his white briefs, but Elroy could see his erection showing through the thin stretchy fabric. It pointed to the right, and the head stopped close to his hip. The Weaver twins were jocks and they didn't shave their bodies completely. They trimmed their pubic hairs but left their legs natural. They weren't overly hairy; just normal guys with regular legs. Elroy liked to take his time in situations like this. He didn't like to rush things. So he rested his palms on Cleaver's thighs and buried his face between his legs.

This was one of those times when being a versatile top in bed could be an asset. Being a versatile top meant Elroy preferred to top, but didn't mind bottoming once in a while. For Elroy this versatility didn't so much depend on his moods. It depended more on the guys he was with at any given time. If Kyle hadn't been such a rigid, sexless creature, Elroy would definitely have been the top with him. Though he couldn't explain why, he knew he needed to fuck Kyle and take complete control in bed. It was different with the Weaver twins. He knew they were both tops, without a hint of versatility. They'd told him the first time he'd been with them they didn't get fucked and never would. He never minded this honesty. With the Weaver twins he wanted to be the bottom and he wasn't even sure why.

While Elroy's face was between Cleaver's legs, and while he chewed Cleaver's boxer briefs and inhaled the scent of his crotch, he felt a big, strong hand slid down his back and rest on his ass. He spread his legs wider and gobbled Cleaver's underwear faster. It was evident Cheever had discovered him in their bed and he wanted to get in on the action. Though they both tended to be rough and awkward in bed-in a good way-Cheever was the more aggressive of the two and he usually went right for Elroy's ass.

They remained this way for a while. Cleaver eventually pulled his dick out of his underwear and Elroy started sucking it. While he sucked, Cheever removed his gray boxers and he climbed on Elroy's back and dry humped him. He had a way of bucking his hips that made Elroy suck harder on Cleaver's dick. And Cheever liked to slide his erection up and down the crack of Elroy's ass in a teasing way that sent shivers through Elroy's entire body.

When they finally turned Elroy around, Cheever rested on his back and spread his legs. While Elroy swallowed his cock this time, Cleaver put on a pre-lubed condom and he started probing Elroy's hole with his fingers. It had been a while since Elroy had had anything up his ass and he was eager to get started. So he spread his legs and arched his back, inviting Cleaver to enter him. Elroy knew what to expect by then. These guys never talked; they never asked for permission. Cleaver opened a tube of lubricant and squeezed the tube over Elroy. When the cold lube hit the lips of Elroy's anus, Cleaver rubbed it around and slowly inserted his middle finger. Elroy had been sucking Cheever's dick. He stopped moving for a moment and moaned with Cheever deep in his mouth. Then Cheever slapped his ass and Cleaver inserted another finger.