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Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake

By:Ryan Field

Ryan Field - Bad Boy Billionaires #1 - The Ivy League Rake

The Ivy League Rake (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)
Ryan Field

erotica/billionaire



Chapter One

When Elroy noticed the quirky guy in the gray plaid bowtie struggling with a dark green dented footlocker, he was sitting in Harvard Yard under a tall oak, checking out all the guys moving into the freshman residence. He watched them pass through a section called Old Yard not far from Johnson Gate, with a gleam in his eye and two fingers pressed to his chin.

This happened on a brisk September morning. A long heat wave had broken and Elroy wished he'd remembered to bring a jacket. If he had been the type to notice the simple, endearing things in life, he would have seen a few leaves had already begun to turn and he would have smelled fall in the air.

Elroy didn't care about leaves and trees-or the smell of anything but men. He cared even less about emotion and endearment. He had been spying through dark sunglasses at a couple of lean, muscular dudes wearing tight chinos and basketball sneakers, wondering if he'd be able to figure out a way to get into their pants that semester. And while he fantasized about a way to get them both drunk enough at the same time so they'd be willing to do anything, the skinny guy in the gray plaid bowtie tripped over his own feet, fell forward into the two guys wearing chinos, and almost knocked them both to the ground.

Passersby pointed and murmured to each other.

Elroy sat up and gaped at the guy in the bowtie.

The guy in the bowtie wound up on the grass, hands down. His

glasses landed four feet to his left. The guy in navy blue chinos jerked forward and caught his balance just in time. He glared down at the grass where the bowtie guy had landed and said, "Dude. What the fuck?"

The guy in the beige chinos punched the guy in the navy chinos and pointed at the poor soul in the bowtie. "Look at that fucking bowtie and the short-sleeved shirt, man. All he needs is a name tag on his chest."

Then they both shook their heads at the awkward young man and walked in the opposite direction. They didn't offer to help him up, and they didn't ask if he'd hurt himself. While the two guys walked toward the freshman residence, the guy in the bowtie fumbled on the grass for his glasses. It was evident he couldn't see without them. Elroy watched the two guys walk away. He licked his lips and lowered his dark glasses to the end of his nose. The one in the navy chinos had a slim hips and a tight little butt perfect for bending over sideways. Elroy pegged him for an athlete; probably football. The one in the beige chinos had one of those sweet large butts that rounded out and moved just the right way when he walked. He thought about how good he'd look over a barrel with his big thighs spread. Elroy slid his bottom lip between his teeth and considered all the things he could do to him in the future. Though Elroy had always considered himself versatile in bed, with a rock-hard bubble butt like that, the possibilities as a top man were endless. 

When the jocks were out of sight, Elroy glanced back to see what had happened to the goofy skinny guy in the bowtie. His footlocker had sprung open during the fall and he was packing his things and trying to close the lid again. The faster he worked, the more confused he became. His hands moved in every direction and the more he tried to fix things, the worse he made them. His face had turned red by then and passersby looked down at him and laughed.

So Elroy stood up and jogged over to him. The pathetic guy wasn't as skinny up close but his gray pants were about a half an inch too short. His brown hair hung a little too long and his glasses rested on the end of his nose. Everything about him seemed offensive, but in an unintentional, harmless way that made Elroy feel a little sorry for him. Even still, his gum-soled shoes and mismatched socks hurt Elroy's feelings. But he glanced down at the guy anyway and said, "You need help, buddy?"

When the guy in the bowtie looked up and saw Elroy standing there in his tight low-rise jeans with his hands on his hips, his mouth opened and he stopped moving. He didn't even nod.

Elroy smiled and said, "You sit on it and I'll take care of the rest." Elroy's heart raced with excitement at the thought of playing a game. He had a feeling this guy was gay. One of his favorite games of all time was flirting with and teasing guys like this one in the bowtie. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone this needy. This one not only needed help with his clothes, he needed a good boning.

The guy in the bowtie continued to stare at Elroy without speaking. Though he made a lame attempt to move his lips, he seemed to have lost his voice.

Elroy reached down and grabbed a pair of the guy's boxer shorts that had been hanging out of the footlocker. He shoved the boxers back into the footlocker and reached between the guy in the bowtie's legs and grabbed his thigh. He squeezed gently and sent the guy his most seductive glance. He spoke in a low, sultry tone. "Sit on it, spread your legs, and I'll take care of everything else, man."

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. 

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