Bad Boy Billionaires 1 : The Ivy League Rake(3)

Things might have worked out better if the guy hadn't caught Elroy in bed with the wrestling coach a week before graduation. Elroy thought he'd calmed the guy down. He thought he'd explained they might have a future someday, but not right now. Of course he'd been lying through his teeth. He'd been pacifying the asshole and he had no intention of ever getting serious with him. He'd only fucked him because there hadn't been anyone else around to fuck that last semester in quiet, cold New Hampshire.

The incident with the wrestling coach had surprised Elroy as much as it had surprised Elroy's needy, sex-starved roommate. Even though the coach was in his thirties and Elroy was only eighteen at the time, Elroy had often fantasized about what it would be like to fuck his coach. It was an opportunity Elroy could not turn down.

That was one of the ugliest nights Elroy had ever experienced in his life. Worse than the time one of his boyfriends caught him with the boyfriend's brother under the bleachers. While Elroy was tagging the coach, and the coach's legs were over Elroy's shoulders, the roommate who was in love with Elroy walked in unannounced and caught them at the point of climax. The coach was having such a good time he didn't even see him come in. Elroy had reached that point where there was no turning back. But when the roommate started throwing things at them, Elroy pulled out and ducked. And just in time, too. He missed getting slammed in the head with a black marble paperweight the roommate had given him for Christmas the previous year. It ruined what could have been a memorable climax, not to mention the glass lamp next to Elroy's bed.

As Elroy climbed the stairs to his room that morning, he made a point of telling himself that if he did have any fun and games with this new roommate at Harvard, it would be made clear from the start that it was only fun and games and nothing emotional.

Chapter Three

Whenever Elroy removed his clothes, he always became semierect, through no fault of his own. He didn't even have to touch himself for this to happen. The minute he started walking around naked and things started to swing, his penis grew in both length and girth and trying to control it proved futile.

In his new room, where everything was so strange and unfamiliar and where he hadn't even had time to rub one out yet, he grew even more excited being naked. By the time he stepped into the hot shower, he had a full erection. He stood directly beneath the shower head and reached between his legs. He grabbed the base with his left hand and jerked the top half with his right. As his head went up and hot water splashed on his face and trickled down his body, he spread his legs and pumped faster with both hands.

In no time at all, he jacked out a load that splashed against the beige tiles. Elroy, like most young men his age, had a little trouble prolonging his climax. When he was with a guy who really turned him on, he often had to think about horrible things that turned his stomach so he wouldn't come too soon. However, as is the case with most young men his age, he never had a problem rubbing one out within minutes after an erection occurred. But more than that, as is also the case with all young men his age, he didn't think in clinical terms with words like masturbation and self-gratification; he thought of jacking off, rubbing one out, or spanking the monkey.

He stood there for a few minutes and waited for his erection to subside. When it was flaccid enough to walk without being sensitive, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel he'd brought from home and dried off his body. As he wrapped the towel around his thin waist, he heard a crash out on the hall. A second after that, he heard a bang and the door to his room opened. When he stepped out of the bathroom and into the main living space and saw the front half of an old green footlocker, he put his hands on his hips and smiled.




 

 

Then the guy he'd seen trip earlier that morning in Harvard Yard walked into the small beige room, shoving the footlocker with his foot. He seemed to be having trouble getting it through the door, so Elroy jumped in front of the door, lifted the footlocker up with one hand, and carried it to the bottom of the empty twin bed on the other side of the room.

Elroy turned and glanced at the guy in the bowtie and said, "Dude, what the fuck is in that footlocker? Cinderblocks?"

The guy shrugged, glanced down at the brown industrial carpet and said, "Everything I own, including my collection of Time Magazines."

"Time Magazines?"

"With print magazines becoming extinct I like to carry them around with me wherever I go. I only have a year's worth in the footlocker. But I have every copy of Time Magazine that's been printed since Joel Stein started working for them. I'm a huge fan of his. I've read all his columns hundreds of times."