Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 10:09:41 -0800 (PST)
From: BH
Subject: Six Guys, No Chaperone - Pt 3

"Are you going to fuck me?" Jeremy said.

"Do you want me to?" Ben asked, not wanting to pressure him.

"If you want to," Jeremy told him, knowing he did.

"Okay," Ben said, crawling up to kiss Jeremy again on the mouth.

But just then, they heard a sound. Walker and his boys were trying to open
the door. Drunkenly fumbling with the card key lock.

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"Oh hell," Ben said, leaping to his feet and searching for his underwear,
shorts, anything. His hard dick staying hard as looked around the foot of
the bed.

Finally, he gave up and climbed under the covers. Jeremy did too, a
panicked look on his face.

"What are they going to do to us?" He whispered to Ben, hoping the senior
boy would protect him, if it came to that.

"Shhh," Ben whispered. "I'm sleeping. So are you."

Ben and Jeremy could hear the boys were drunk, arguing about if the card
was in the right way. They heard BJ whine that he needed to pass out. Tommy
grunt that he needed to piss. They heard Walker, louder than any of them,
practically yelling at the others to quiet down, so they all don't get
caught. But where was Luke?

There was a click, as the door unlocked. And then the guys stumbled in the
room. Jeremy closed his eyes tight, pretending he was asleep. Walker saw
them first, and laughed.

"Aw, isn't that cute," he said quietly, but left them alone.

"Out of my way, ladies." Tommy was serious about getting into the
bathroom. He did his business without closing the door, so that the sound
of him pissing hard filled the small hotel room. "Ah fuck," he said,
practically moaning. "That's right. Damn."

"What are you doing?!" Walked said louder, suddenly. Ben and Jeremy both
looked up, startled. But it was BJ he was hollering at. The guy was passed
out on the bed with his shoes on, his body laying in a diagonal across
Walker's bed. "Get on the floor. This is mine."

BJ mumbled something about being dead, and Walker pushed BJ straight off
the bed, so that he landed on the carpet with a thud. And then he just laid
there.

Watching, Ben noticed his underwear on the ground. They were on the floor
by the empty chair, where Jeremy had been drawing him. From across the
room, he could make out a huge wet spot where his pre-cum had pooled. Ben
hoped no one would notice them, and that he could snatch them up after the
gang passed out.

There was a knock on the door. Tommy, who was still pissing, called out for
someone to answer it. Walker looked down at BJ, and then begrudgingly got
up. He walked over to the door, slow. Jeremy, who had seen Ben's briefs
too, took the opportunity to dash over to them. Buck naked, he scooped up
the undies and silently dove back under the covers.

"Thanks," Ben whispered as Walker opened the door. He gave Jeremy a
discreet kiss on the cheek.

"What took you so long?" Walker asked, and then Luke came into the room,
the drunkest of the group. His arms were loaded up with vending machine
food, cans of soda bulging in his pockets. "What, no Funyuns?"

"No Funyuns," Luke slurred, all matter-of-fact, dropping the hoard of junk
food onto Walker's bed. "I need some water," he said. "Why is it so dark in
here?"

The lights were off, except for the one lamp pointed at the chair. Ben had
managed to pull his undies on under the covers without being noticed.

"Because we're sleeping," Ben told the guys, in his best faux groggy voice.

Tommy came out of the bathroom, handing Luke two tiny cups of water from
the sink. "Here you go, Flamer. You earned it."

"This kid can drink," Tommy cackled. He gave Ben the full report about
their night, how Luke not only introduced the gang to Flaming Dr. Pepers,
but managed to chug them faster than any of them knew was possible. "He has
no gag reflex, this boy." And then Tommy put his big muscly arm around
Luke's shoulders as the drunk freshman sipped water from each of the
plastic cups. "Do you, Flamer?"

Like shook his head no, sipping more water.

Jeremy was still naked under the covers, and pretended to sleep through
Tommy's story.

"What about the 'juicy bitches?'" Ben asked Tommy, and Walker laughed hard.

"Tommy has quite the blue balls," Walker said. "He was making out hard with
some chick. She was grinding up on him and everything. And then her
boyfriend got there, and so we had to go."

"What a bitch," BJ mumbled, from the floor, and the whole room
laughed. Except for Jeremy.

"What's with him?" Walker asked Ben, raising an eyebrow. "You wear him out
or something?" Walker opened a bag of chips, and tossed another to Tommy.

Ben shrugged.

"We do have to be up in five hours," Ben said, not wanting to sound like a
wet blanket. But also wanting the guys to get to pass out.

"I can't sleep, Dawg," Tommy said, and Walker agreed. "I'm just gonna stay
up." And the two started munching on their snack food, opening cans of soda
loudly.

"Suit yourself," Ben said, then laid back down, like he was tired. Truth
was Ben didn't feel like he could sleep either. He had blue balls too,
probably far worse than Tommy's. He could feel Jeremy's body, hot in the
bed next to him. He wanted to continue what they'd started.

"Can we turn that light off, though, now that you're back?"

Walker got up and switched off the lamp as Tommy turned the TV on. Luke
mumbled something, and then stumbled to bathroom. He closed the door
quietly behind him, but everyone could hear the sound as he puked his guts
out.

"Poor guy," Tommy said, flipping channels. Walker moved the leftover bags
of chips into the empty chair, and then stripped down to change back into
sleep clothes. "Where's the porn?" Tommy said, then landed on a channel
advertising late night smut they could charge to the room. Without
consulting anyone, he activated the channel, and suddenly the TV screen was
lit pink with naked breasts.

"What the hell, dude?" Ben said, knowing they'd be caught.

"Yeah, man," Walker said, in only his underwear. "Mrs. P is gonna see that
on the bill, you idiot."

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Tommy said, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Tell Mrs. P that," Ben said, wishing everyone would just go to sleep
already.

Walker pulled on his pajama pants and laid back in the bed, watching
too. His naked, hairy chest lit by the screen. Tommy stripped out of his
clothes too. He didn't bother putting on sleep pants. He pulled back the
covers and got into bed.

"Should we check on Luke?" Walker said, but neither of them got up. They
heard the toilet flush, and soon Luke came stumbling out of the
bathroom. He crashed on the bed, next to Tommy, who had his hands under the
covers, probably playing with himself.

"Fuck dude," Tommy said, pissed all of a sudden. Luke mumbled an apology,
and moved to the edge of the bed, wearing all of his clothes. Jeremy opened
his eyes long enough to see Luke's drunk face drooling on the pillow,
turned away from Tommy. The freshman opened his bleary eyes long enough to
see Jeremy looking at him. And then Luke smiled big, like it was the best
night of his life, before passing out again.

Exaggerated porn moaning filled the room, masking the sound of BJ snoring
from the floor. Tommy put his hands back under the blanket, staring at the
screen. He was getting drunker by the second, his body still absorbing the
alcohol they'd chugged.

Walker reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the remote. He turned the
volume down slightly. He laid alone in his bed, above the covers. One arm
comfortable behind his head, so that his armpit was exposed. The other arm
down by his side. And then with it, he absentmindedly gripped his crotch.

"That fucking slut," Tommy said, as if to himself. "I can't believe she had
a boyfriend," he said, turning to Walker. And then Tommy looked down at
Walker's hand and crotch. He turned away, as if he hadn't seen anything,
and got real quiet. Together, the guys continued to watch the porn, each
subtly gripping their hardening cocks.

Ben felt for Jeremy's leg under the covers. And when he felt the boy's
knee, he caressed it silently. Jeremy breathed a quiet "mmm" that only Ben
could hear, and soon the senior's hand was sliding slowly up to the
sophomore's crotch. Ben felt the hair on Jeremy's nuts, and then realized
the boy was hard again under the blanket. He wrapped his hand around
Jeremy's cock and gave it a squeeze. Ben stroked his own dick too, watching
Tommy and Walker, in case they looked over. But they both seemed fixated on
the porn that was playing, their attention resting solely in their own
laps.

Jeremy was watching Tommy and Walker too, but more watching their crotches
than their faces. Walker's tent on display for the whole room. Tommy making
a little mountain with the comforter. Occasionally, he looked to Luke, to
see if his eyes were open. But Luke was out cold.

"Awww, nice," Walker said. A new woman came on the screen, and started
talking to the naked women as if they were in trouble. "Porn dialogue is
the best," he said to Tommy, but got no response. Walker's face grew
serious, and soon his hand was in his tented pajama pants, stroking.

Jeremy felt Ben's hand move from his dick down to below his balls. His
fingers wet with pre, Ben started playing again with the boy's asshole.

Jeremy turned his head to face Ben, and saw the look in his eyes. Ben
raised an eyebrow and pushed harder against his hole, making Jeremy
gasp. Ben looked up, but no one else heard. The sounds of the porn covered
for him. Ben smiled, wiggling a fingertip in and stroking his own cock
harder. Jeremy closed his eyes tight, face toward the ceiling. He spread
his legs, but Ben couldn't reach, couldn't get any more into the boy.

"On your side," Ben whispered so quietly only Jeremy could hear. And then
Jeremy did what Ben said. Facing Tommy and Walker, he watched through
squinted eyes as the guys stroked hard, their mouths open. Tommy still
under the covers. Walker in his pants. He reached down and stroked his own
dripping cock as Ben slid a wet finger against Jeremy's exposed hole. He
could reach it easily now, and slid a finger into him.

Jeremy had been close to cumming before. He felt ready to explode, long
before the jocks returned to the room. Now watching Walker's naked chest
and raised bicep, his pecks flexing as he worked his hidden cock, he was
all the more ready. And with Tommy there, and Ben's finger in him, he was
certain he was going to explode, right there under the covers, into the
sheets. And then he'd have to sleep there in his mess. If he could even
fall asleep.

Ben looked up again, cautious. The other guys were lost in their porn. And
so he worked up the nerve to scoot up next to Jeremy in the bed. The head
of his slippery cock pushing against the small of his back as Ben stuck a
second slick finger into the sophomore's ass. Jeremy whimpered, and Ben
whispered sweetly in his ear. "Shhh," he said. "I got you."

Jeremy nodded, his eyes on Walker's face. And then he watched as Walker
looked at Tommy, stroking in the next bed over. Walker pulled his pajamas
down, his bright yellow underwear tenting big. And then pulled even those
down a few inches, so the top of his cock was sticking out, pressed to his
lap. Walker licked his big palm, and started to work just the head of his
partially exposed dick. The sight made Jeremy buck his ass harder onto
Ben's fingers.

Ben pulled out of the boy, and instead pushed his wet cock against Jeremy's
ass crack. The women on the screen moaned harder, and Tommy began to
grunt. Jeremy wanted to get fucked now. He wasn't scared anymore. He knew
it would hurt, but he didn't care. He pushed his ass against Ben's hard
dick and squeezed it with his cheeks. Ben leaned forward kissed the back of
his neck, and then pulled his chest back again, discreet.

Jeremy stroked his cock in time with Tommy, watching Walker's face and
hand. He moaned softly under his breath as Ben pushed his cock head against
Jeremy's hole. Ben scooted quietly in bed, but it was enough to make Walker
look at them. Jeremy closed his eyes quick, hoping he didn't see him
watching. And then kept his eyes closed as he softened his face, trying to
look asleep. He opened his eyes ever so slightly, relieved to see that
Walker's eyes were back on the screen. Just in time for Ben to push into
Jeremy.

"Ahhh," Jeremy groaned, letting Ben's cock in. It was loud, but the women
on the screen were louder. And if Walker heard, he probably thought it was
Tommy. Ben pushed harder. It hurt, but the deeper in the senior boy got,
the more Jeremy's body flooded with pleasure. Until he could feel Ben's
pubes and assumed he was all the way in. Ben thrusted, moaning deep in
Jeremy's ear.

Walker was grunting too now, and Jeremy watched as he lifted his ass,
pulling his underwear down with his pajama bottoms. He stroked the full
length of his hairy cock, his face serious and severe. Tommy groaned,
turning to face Walker. He pushed the comforter down, no longer embarrassed
to have his dick out. He pulled his underwear down to his thighs, and soon
both guys were stroking hard, their cocks lit by the television.

"Oh fuck," Jeremy said, and Tommy looked at him. Ben froze, and both of
them pretended to be sleeping. If Tommy thought it was weird that they were
spooning, he didn't say anything. Drunk and horny, he watched Jeremy's face
for a few seconds, and then kept on, watching the porn and stroking his big
dick.

Ben made small thrusts, but stopped entirely, not wanting to move. His cock
throbbed in Jeremy's tight ass, feeling his hot insides squeezing too.

Jeremy breathed deep, opening his eyes. Checking the jocks' faces. And when
they weren't looking he started stroking again, hard, ready to blow. Ben
thrusted again, confident, wanting to cum quick, before they got
caught. They fucked quietly, no one seeming to notice. Jeremy's eyes rolled
back in his head as he opened his mouth, wide and silent.

When he opened his eyes, Walker and Tommy looked about to shoot too, their
attentions fixed on the screen. But Jeremy still felt eyes on him. He
shuddered with pleasure, feeling anxious. Until he saw.

Luke's eyes were open, his face level with Jeremy's. Jeremy tried to play
like he was sleeping, but he knew that Luke had seen. He opened his eyes
again, and Luke was watching, silent, drunk.

Jeremy couldn't help it. He moaned hard, until he was finally cumming. He
shot into the sheets, right then, his ass clenching hard onto Ben's
cock. He locked eyes with Luke as it was happening, the freshman's eyes
filled with lust. Jeremy's moans were too loud to be covered up by the TV,
but he didn't care. It felt too good to keep it all in.

Suddenly Tommy and Walker were over the edge too, one then the other
grunted loudly, too loudly. They both started to shoot onto their naked
chests. They sounded like animals fighting. Jeremy watched them, his eyes
wide. Neither of them looked over at Jeremy or Ben, though certainly they
heard the sound as Jeremy came.

Soon Ben too was cumming, hard into Jeremy's ass. He panted in Jeremy's
ear, telling the sophomore how good he felt. All with Luke watching
Jeremy's face. Jeremy still felt like he was cumming. He continued to pump
his dick until Ben pulled out of him, until Walker and Tommy stopped
gasping for air.

Walker stood up and walked to the bathroom with his dick out, his chest
covered with his own spunk. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself clean,
pulling his underwear and pajamas back up.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Tommy sat up, panicked, and turned
off the TV, while Jeremy and Ben froze. Cum was leaking out of Jeremy's
ass. He felt surrounded by his own mess. He couldn't move without feeling
the wet sheets.

Walker opened the door without his shirt on. No one could see who it was
but him.

"Hey Mrs. P," he said, like she had woken him up. "I'm not dressed for
company."

"What is going on? You boys fighting?" She asked, confused, like she was
barely awake.

"No ma'am," Walker said, honestly. "Maybe it was the TV from another room?"

"I heard screaming!" Mrs. P said. "I thought you were killing each other in
here." Walker laughed. Ben laughed too. It did sound like screaming, when
Tommy and Walker came.

"Your face," she said, "it's all red, son." But Walker just stood there,
blocking her from coming into the room.

"No one's fighting," he insisted.

"What is that smell?" Mrs. P said, like she was sick to her stomach. All
Jeremy could smell was semen, and maybe his own ass. He was mortified by
the idea of Mrs. P knowing what he'd done.

"Have you been drinking?!" Mrs. P asked Walker, furious.

Walker admitted that he had been drinking. But he insisted that it was only
him, and only two beers. Tommy and Ben couldn't believe that he was taking
the fall for everyone.

"That's it, I'm calling your parents tomorrow," she said. "All of your
parents. It would be a shame if we had to cut this field trip short."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Walker said. There was sincere angst in his voice, like
he really was sorry.

"We'll discuss it in the morning," she said. Thankfully Mrs. P left then,
without coming into the room.

Once she was gone, Walker reached back into the bathroom. Laughing, he
tossed Tommy a towel.

"'You boys fighting?!'" he said, impersonating Mrs. P.

Walker then tossed a second towel to Jeremy. "You two lovebirds can share
that one," he said, winking at them. Ben took the towel and started to wipe
his cock dry under the sheets. But when he tried to wipe up Jeremy, the
sophomore snatched the towel away from him, mortified.

"That bitch," BJ said, from off the floor. Everyone laughed, even
Jeremy. They all wondered if BJ even knew what had happened while he was
passed out, but no one said anything.

Luke sat up, finally. And then stood, steadying himself for a few
seconds. Then he hurried to the bathroom to vomit again.

"Thanks, Walker," Tommy said to his buddy. "I can't afford to get kicked
off the team."

"What are friends for?" Walker said to Tommy, confident their coach
wouldn't kick him off the team for drinking two beers.

Walker reached down to pick up something at the foot of Ben and Jeremy's
bed. It was the sketchbook. It must have fallen when the boys were making
out. He turned the pages in the sketchbook, smiling at the drawings. Jeremy
and Ben both knew what he was seeing. Ben's naked body, his cock and balls,
his ass in the air. Walker shook his head in disbelief, and then tossed it
onto Jeremy's lap without saying anything.

"Yeah, thanks Walker," Ben said to the hulking jock. The two of them
weren't friends. He wasn't sure why Walker was protecting him.

Walker squeezed Jeremy's toe through the comforter, winking at Ben. "What
can I say? I like you guys owing me one," he said, before locking eyes with
the sophomore. "You have to take one for the team now and then."


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