Bad Boy Billionaires 1 : The Ivy League Rake(5)

Elroy pulled up his jock and snapped the waistband against his flesh. He adjusted his junk and smiled. "It's for the jock ceremony. You can use one of mine if you don't have one. Don't worry. It's clean." He laughed. "I wouldn't give you a used jock strap to wear, dude."

"What's the jock ceremony?"

"It's tradition," Elroy said. "It's like pissing on the statue of John Harvard that tourists rub because they think it brings luck." He spoke with an exaggerated upbeat tone, as if he were about to tell a story. "All the freshman dudes put on jock straps and run out in Harvard Yard to form a huge human pyramid. It's a freaking rite of passage. I can't believe you never heard of it, dude. Where the fuck have you been? Everyone knows about the jock strap pyramid."




 

 

Though he didn't seem convinced, Kyle cleared his throat and said, "Sure I've heard of it. I just don't want to do it, thanks. I'll stay in here and unpack while you go. I'm kind of shy about undressing in front of people."

Elroy hadn't met anyone this backward since the summer he'd spent in Greece. There had been an adorable young man he'd had a summer fling with who got turned on by wearing red high heels. It took weeks to get this little kinky fetish out of the guy, and a few more weeks to get him to put on the red high heels Elroy bought for him. But once the guy put them on, he couldn't wait to lift up his legs so Elroy could fuck him. Although Elroy figured he had his work cut out for him with Kyle, he knew the shy types were always the most exciting once they finally let down their guards.

"Dude," Elroy said, "You can't miss this, seriously, man. If you don't do the jock strap pyramid you'll never fit in here. The last guy who refused to do it wound up transferring to another school because no one would talk to him." He leaned forward and grabbed Kyle's arms. "Dude, it's the jock strap pyramid."

"I don't know about this," Kyle said, as he glanced at the white jock strap in his hand.

"Trust me, man," Elroy said. He smiled wider and spoke with encouragement. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

Chapter Four

It took a few more minutes to convince Kyle to remove his clothes and put on the jock strap. But Kyle finally managed to gain his trust. When he removed the gray pants and the white shortsleeved shirt and bowtie, Elroy looked beyond his white dime-store underpants noticed he had one of those tight lean bodies, with long muscles that stretched more than they bulged. Without the baggy, ill-fitted clothes he didn't look nearly as skinny when he was naked. In fact, when he removed the underwear he looked good enough to fuck in the daylight, and without booze. The only minor flaw Elroy noticed was something Elroy would point out to him in the future. Although Kyle wasn't a hairy guy by any means, he'd obviously never trimmed his pubes. It was a good thing he had six thick soft inches that overcompensated for that horrible big dark bush between his legs.

When Kyle put on the jock strap and turned to arrange his clothes on the bed, Elroy took a good long look at his ass. He had a natural arch at the small of his back with two prominent dimples. He also had a nice long crack and not a hair to be found. Elroy took a quick breath and fought the urge to reach out and grab him from behind to see if it felt as smooth as it looked.

Kyle turned around and asked, "Can I wear socks?" He was wearing black dress socks that older men wear. With nothing else but the jock, they made him look even more innocent and adorable. 

Elroy pressed his lips together and shook his head. "Nope. Only a jock strap. Lose the dad socks." He didn't point out that the socks didn't match.

Their room happened to be at the end of a long hallway, near a back stairwell that led to a side door on the first floor that opened to Harvard Yard. Elroy stuck his head out first and checked to see if the hallway was empty before he grabbed Kyle and dragged him into the stairwell. On the way down to the first floor, Kyle seemed apprehensive and Elroy had to pull him by the hand and tell him he would be glad he'd done this rite of passage. To make it sound even more impressive, Elroy mentioned that if Kyle managed to be the guy at the top of the pyramid in a jock strap he would get a special surprise. He emphasized the word surprise; he said it was different every year and no one ever knew what it would be. By the time they reached the first floor and were at the door leading out to Harvard Yard, Kyle seemed so interested in the surprise he didn't hesitate at all when Elroy grabbed him by the arm, opened the door, and shoved him outside.

The minute Kyle was outside Elroy shut the door and shoved a wedge into the bottom. He'd planned all this ahead of time and he'd left the wedge next to the bottom step. The minute Kyle realized no one else in Harvard Yard was wearing a jock strap he turned and tried to get back inside the building. When he found the door impossible to open and saw the way Elroy was laughing at him, he pressed his palms to the glass and glared at Elroy. He said, "Open the door. This isn't funny, man." He banged on the glass with his fists a few times, as a crowd gathered behind him to see who the guy in the jock strap was.