Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 11:01:12 -0800 (PST)
From: BH
Subject: Six Guys, No Chaperone - 6

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As soon as it was dark, Walker slid his arm around Jeremy, and reached his
big hand down to the boy's crotch. Jeremy groaned, not knowing what to
do. Ben was right there on the ground next to him.

"You heard the man," Walker whispered in Jeremy's ear, then grinding into
him with a quiet moan. "Everybody takes a turn."

---

Jeremy felt Walker's hand slip under the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

Some small part of Jeremy feared it was a trap. How was it possible that
the undisputed king of their high school was really reaching for his dick?
And with everyone else still awake in the room? Jeremy thought briefly
about stopping him, telling Walker no or pushing his hand away. But Jeremy
didn't want Walker to stop. Besides, stopping him would only draw attention
to them both, so Jeremy held his breath. If it was a trap, he knew he would
find out soon enough.

Walker inched his hand in slowly, wiggling his fingers across the top of
Jeremy's pubes, then under the elastic of the boy's underwear. Jeremy let
out a groan as Walker reached the base of his hardening cock. Licking his
lips, Jeremy let himself breathe. Walker smiled at the sound of Jeremy's
halting breathing. He had the sophomore right where he wanted.

Grinding into Jeremy harder, Walker glanced around the dark room. He
couldn't see Ben or Shane, down on their cots, but he could make out the
shapes of the other guys. BJ was on his side, facing away from them, and
Tommy and Luke were oblivious, both lying on their backs, wishing they were
somewhere else.

Jeremy was perfect, just where he was. Under the covers with Walker. Whose
rough hand slowly gripped the boy's shaft. Then Walker's thumb swept over
Jeremy's cock head, smearing his pre-cum in circles until it was slippery.

Jeremy's cock twitched in the jock's hand. He laid there, listening hard to
the silence in the room, afraid to make even the slightest noise. He could
feel Walker's hipbones, pelvis, and cock. He could feel Walker's breath on
his neck. His forearm heavy in Jeremy's lap.

Jeremy turned his head, wanting to look Walker in the eyes, but the jock's
face was pressing into his shoulder. Jeremy turned onto his side, pressing
his ass back. Walker moaned quietly, grinding harder, still gripping
Jeremy's cock. Soon the senior's raging hard dick was pressed square in the
boy's crack, just as it had been when Jeremy was riding in the Walker's
lap.

BJ started to snore. Everyone laughed, except for Jeremy. Even Walker, as
he pressed his muscular chest against Jeremy's back.

"Take your shirt off," Walker whispered so quietly that it took Jeremy a
second to figure out what he was saying.

Jeremy did as he was told, afraid Walker might stop.

"Mmm," Walker moaned low. He helped Jeremy pull his T-shirt off, under the
covers. Then the jock raised the boy's shirt to his face and gave the
fabric a sniff. His eyes rolled back in his head. Jeremy's scent was
intoxicating. Not like the guys in the locker room, or Walker's own scent,
which was musky and sharp. Instead, Jeremy's smell reminded Walker how
young the sophomore was.

BJ's snoring got louder all of a sudden. The guys had cut him some slack
the night before when they were drunk, but BJ was little more than
tipsy. Tommy wasn't about to be kept awake all night. He called for BJ to
be quiet, and when BJ didn't stir and his snores continued, Tommy reached
over to hit BJ with his pillow. The snoring stopped, and BJ rolled over in
the empty bed.

All the while, Walker and Jeremy pressed against each other under the
covers, entirely unnoticed. But now BJ was facing them. Even though he was
asleep, it made Jeremy nervous. He remembered the night before, how Luke
watched drunkenly as Ben fucked him quietly from behind. He imagined BJ
doing the same thing, locking eyes with him as Walker pounded away. But
something told him BJ wouldn't keep quiet if he saw them, not like Luke
had.

Walker, on the other hand, wasn't about to give up his prize. He knew he
could handle BJ if it came to it.

The jock let go of Jeremy's cock and slowly felt up the boy's naked stomach
and chest. He reached for the boy's nipple and gave it a squeeze before
feeling up to Jeremy's throat. Walker's hand was slimy from Jeremy's
pre-cum, and hot to the touch. Jeremy closed his eyes and let the sensation
consume him. He had never been touched like that before. Not even by
Ben. Walker was bigger, manlier, hairier. His hands were calloused from
playing and working. And when he touched Jeremy's smooth skin, it wasn't to
pleasure the sophomore. Instead, it was to please himself.

Jeremy suspected sex with Walker would be much the same, thrust after
self-serving thrust. Men like Walker didn't have to care about romance, or
fostering desire in their partner. Walker was sexy, plain and simple. No
caress necessary. His rough gropes were pushing Jeremy rapidly to the edge.

Lost in his thoughts, the sophomore imagined he had been taken against his
will, as if Walker was some kind of modern day Viking. Even as Walker
started to nibble his ear and kiss his neck, he imagined it differently. In
his fantasy, the two of them were alone, somewhere where Walker could be
loud and forceful. Jeremy felt Walker's hand trail back down this chest and
abs, over his pelvis, and down to his balls. Walker slid his wet fingers
along Jeremy's taint, toward his asshole.

Jeremy gasped, a little too loudly. He opened his eyes to see if anyone had
heard. But Walker wasn't stopping. He pressed two big fingers against the
boy's puckering hole, stroking it, feeling it open. Jeremy closed his eyes
tight, wishing he could return to his fantasy.

Suddenly Jeremy felt another hand, this one on his upper thigh. But
something didn't feel right about it. After a second, he realized that the
angle was off. It couldn't be Walker's hand.

When he opened his eyes again, Jeremy looked down to find Ben stroking his
leg. He was still laying back on his cot, but his hand was reaching up onto
the bed. Jeremy turned his head far, to look Ben in the eyes. And when he
did, he could tell that Ben had no idea that Walker was touching him too,
about to finger him.

Jeremy mouthed for Ben to stop, and pushed his hand away from his
thigh. But Ben was horny. He wanted to get off, to get Jeremy off too--as
they had the night before. Walker noticed Ben's hand reaching up from
beside the bed, and instead of stopping or slowing down, to give Jeremy a
moment, he instead seized the moment. He stuck the first of two fingers
into the boy's ass. Jeremy tensed, not expecting it. He gripped Ben's hand
hard. And then pushed it away, forcefully.

Walker laughed silently to himself as he played with Jeremy's hole. He
watched as Jeremy tried to conceal his pleasure from Ben. Walker continued
to grind the boy's ass, his cock harder than ever.

Meanwhile, Ben rolled over in his cot, feeling rejected. He thought about
jerking off alone, but the idea made him feel even more pathetic. He closed
his eyes, trying his best to sleep, while Walker pushed a second finger
into Jeremy's eager hole.

"I want to fuck so bad," Walker grunted softly. Jeremy sighed, but it
sounded like a moan in to Walker. Jeremy wanted it too, but he didn't know
how they could pull it off. Last night with Ben there was porn on the TV,
loud enough to mask the sound. Plus, everyone else was wasted. Sure the
gang had been drinking, but only Luke seemed tipsy. And aside from BJ's
occasional snoring, the room was silent.

Walker pulled his fingers out of the boy's hole and used the hand to pull
down the back of Jeremy's pajama bottoms, then his underwear, until the
sophomore's ass was exposed. He continued to lay on his side, watching to
make sure no one was onto them. Walker pressed his slick cock back against
Jeremy's ass crack. It felt good, no fabric between them. Walker's grinding
was still slow, but it gained intensity. So much so that the jock began to
sweat. Jeremy could feel it on his upper back, where Walker's pecs flexed
hard with every thrust.

"I gotta cum, bro," Walker said. Jeremy heard it as a warning, and so he
nodded, giving Walker permission to shoot, right there on his ass. But
instead of cumming, Walker took a breath. He stopped grinding entirely and
laid on his back, stroking slowly. And then suddenly he stopped.

Jeremy rolled over to face him. He marveled at Walker's panting mouth and
closed eyes. Even in the dark, he looked handsome. Jeremy wanted to ask why
he stopped. He thought maybe Walker misunderstood his silent approval. But
before he could think of what to say, Walker had pulled his tight underwear
back up over his throbbing dick, and was quietly sitting up in bed. Walker
looked around, as if to see who might be awake. And then he snuck out of
bed and away to the bathroom.

But I want to cum too, Jeremy thought. More than that, he wanted to make
Walker cum. He sat up quietly as well. Then scooted to the foot of the
bed. He looked around the room in the dark. He couldn't tell if everyone
was asleep. The room was full of sleep, and the sounds of steady
breathing. And no one seemed to stir as Walker closed the bathroom door
behind him.

Jeremy decided to take his chances. He tiptoed to the bathroom, covering
the tent in his pajamas with his hands, like he simply hand to pee. But
when he got to the bathroom door, it was locked.

He knocked quietly, but there was no answer. Suddenly, he heard a click as
the door unlocked. And then he heard the shower turn on.

Jeremy opened the door to see Walker staring at him, still hard and fully
naked. He closed the door behind him and pulled his bottoms down. Soon they
were both naked, the small bathroom filling with steam.

Jeremy started to say something, but Walker put a finger to his lips. If it
were Ben, they'd be kissing by now. Ben would have pulled Jeremy into his
arms, like a lover. But with Walker, it didn't seem like making love. It
was fucking. A way to get off. He pulled Jeremy to the sink and turned him
toward the mirror. Bending Jeremy over, he slid his big hand along the
boy's ass crack. And then, not wasting any time, continued to finger Jeremy
as the steam from the shower made everything foggy.

Jeremy couldn't see what Walker was doing. He could only feel it. But it
was enough to drive him wild.

Walker knelt down on a towel and began to lick Jeremy's lower back. He spit
down the boy's crack and then lapped at his hole as Jeremy spread his legs
and moaned. He could feel Walker's tongue dig deep into him. He tried to
relax, but the pleasure made him want to tense. Walker stroked the sides of
Jeremy's thighs as he ate his hole, sliding his rough hands up and
down. And then suddenly Walker reached up between the boy's legs to grip
his cock.

"You're gushing," Walker said.

"Look at you," Jeremy replied. Walker looked down at his dick. He was wet
with pre-cum too, but nothing like Jeremy. "No, I mean, look at you. You're
fucking hot. You're why I'm gushing."

Walker grinned slyly at Jeremy's sweet face. "Right," he said. Then he
flexed for Jeremy, showing off his hard body. Jeremy's neck hurt from
turning hard to look, his cheek pressed to the humid countertop.

Walker reached past Jeremy's face to wipe steam from the mirror. Soon,
there was a wet reflective patch, and through it Jeremy could gaze at the
man behind him comfortably, and Walker could watch Jeremy's face as he
pressed the head of his cock against his tight hole.

"Fuck me," Jeremy begged. "Please." And Walker slid his thick, veiny cock
into the boy, balls deep.

"Oh, thank you. Fuck," Jeremy said, his voice thick with pleasure and a
little pain. "You're so good." Walker thrusted into him, slowly and gently
at first, but hard, all the way. He pulled slowly out and pushed back
in. More aggressive with each push. Both boys were dripping with steam or
sweat, their skin tingling from the hot wet air. "I want your cum," Jeremy
said, and he meant it. He wanted to be the best fuck Walker ever had. And
so he focused his energy on milking the jock's cock with his ass.

"You miss Ben's dick?" Walker asked, and Jeremy shook his head no. "You're
going to want my cock again after tonight?" Jeremy nodded yes. The steam
had clouded the mirror again, and the sophomore wanted desperately to watch
Walker as he fucked, so he reached up and wiped a huge patch clear with his
arm.

Walker smiled, able to see himself in the mirror.

"Wow, I am hot," he said, half joking. And then he stared himself in the
eyes as he thrusted harder and harder. Jeremy watched as Walker's face
changed from a handsome strong man to some kind of animal. He bared his
teeth, furrowed his brow. Walker seemed to like what he saw as he fucked
the boy's smooth as harder and harder. Soon, it was like Jeremy had
pictured it, Walker fucking the way he wanted. No one around to keep him
tame. The senior gripped the boy by the waist and cried out as if he were
going to cum in Jeremy's ass at any second.

Jeremy wiped the steam away again, wanting to watch. But this time, when
Walker saw the clear patch of mirror he didn't stare at himself. He stared
deep in Jeremy's eyes. With every thrust the jock's expression softened. He
wasn't fucking any softer. In fact, he seemed to be putting everything he
had into the boy's tight ass. But Jeremy could tell that Walker wanted him
to enjoy it too.

Backing up slightly from the counter, Jeremy started to stroke
himself. Seeing it, Walker reached around to assist, stroking the boy's
eager cock. And soon the boys were grunting to each other that they were
going to blow.

"I want you to draw this for me," Walker said, almost unable to get the
words out. Jeremy nodded. He had already had the same thought.

And then, almost at the exact same time, Jeremy and Walker came. Jeremy
first, and then, feeling the sophomore's ass clenching uncontrollably on
his dick, Walker exploded. He shot hard into the boy, falling forward onto
Jeremy's smooth back. And then Walker pushed himself upright with his big
arms, continuing to fuck. Jeremy felt like his load went all over the
place, and yet more cum was leaking out with each of Walker's final
thrusts.

"Okay," the jock said, and then he pulled out of the boy. He sat on the
edge of the tub, the shower liner clinging to his wet back. "Just give me a
second," he said. "I'll clean you up."

"I can do it," Jeremy said, not wanting Walker to lift a finger. He reached
for a clean towel and wiped his sweaty face and chest, and then wiped at
the cum leaking out of his hole. Walker watched as the boy leaned to wipe
his own cum off the tile, but there was too much of it. With every wipe
Jeremy was smearing it further. "Fuck it," he said. And then he leaned back
against the sink, giving Walker a satisfied smile.

"Want to take a shower?" Walker asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cause I do."

Jeremy nodded. Of course he wanted to shower with the jock. Who didn't?
Even straight guys had fantasies about showering with Walker after a game,
simply to sneak a peek at the quarterback's unbelievable body. But this was
different. Walker held the curtain open for Jeremy, and soon they were in
the water together, soaping each other up. Jeremy felt like he was dreaming
as he rubbed the bar of soap against Walker's muscled back and ass and
chest. He smiled to himself in disbelief as Walker returned the favor,
soaping up the Jeremy's thin arms and smooth neck.

"I'm going to pass OUT," Walker warned. "Move," he said. And suddenly, the
dream felt like it was over.

Jeremy moved to make room, but Walker still almost knocked the boy over,
reaching for a towel. The sophomore watched as Walker dried his tight body,
bending to towel off his legs and ankles. He tried to catch the jock's eye
as he reached for his own towel, but Walker seemed preoccupied.

"That was fun," Jeremy said, wanting nothing more than one last smile from
Walker while the two were still alone. But Walker didn't respond. He didn't
smile or nod, nothing. He didn't even register what the boy had said.

"I'm going to sleep well tonight," Jeremy said. But it was like he was
talking to a wall.

Suddenly there was a gentle knock at the bathroom door. The jock's eyes
went wide. Whatever Walker had been thinking about, it was over. He pulled
his underwear up, in a rush, tossing Jeremy his pajama pants. And then,
when they were both closed, Walker opened the door a few inches, enough to
see Luke's eager face.

"Hi," the freshman said. "Can I come in?"

"What do you want?" Walker asked gruffly. "I'm almost done."

Luke tried to look deeper into the bathroom. He seemed to know that Jeremy
was in there. "Room for one more?" Luke asked.

"Get out of my face," Walker warned. "I said I'm done here."

"All fucked out?" Luke whispered, then he looked back toward the dark hotel
room. "Come on, they're all asleep anyway. I'll make you feel good."

"Not interested," Walker said. And with that, he pulled the door open and
pushed past Luke. Jeremy gave the freshman an annoyed glance, as if he'd
interrupted them.

"It's all yours," Jeremy said, then followed Walker to their bed. His hair
was still damp as he climbed under the covers. He watched as Luke closed
the door to the bathroom behind him, and wondered what the freshman must be
thinking.

"Thanks for that," Jeremy said, rolling over to look again at the stud
who'd just fucked him harder than he thought possible.

"Don't mention it," Walker said coldly, not opening his eyes. Jeremy
thought about what Walker had said while he was inside of him, how he asked
if Jeremy would want his cock again. He pictured Walker's handsome face
staring back at him through the wet mirror, and then returned in his mind
to the moments before their shower ended, with Walker's soapy hands
trailing up the length of his arms. He knew that Walker enjoyed himself,
that the shower proved that what had happened between them was more than
just fucking. Or was it?

The more he thought about it, the more Jeremy became hung up on Walker's
response.

"Don't mention it," Walker had just said. But what did it mean? It wasn't
"You're welcome." It wasn't "Any time" or "Let's do it again." It wasn't
"No, thank YOU." Walker had told Jeremy never to mention what had just
happened. And as the boy played the phrase over and over in his mind,
Walker's voice became more and more threatening in his imagination.

No, Jeremy thought, once he started to make himself upset. He wants me to
draw it. He asked for a sketch! That must mean something.

So as Jeremy laid there in the dark room, he let his mind wander to his
favorite moments of their sex. He pictured the scene from different angles,
and imagined how to best present their portrait to Walker. He got hard
again, beginning to draw the picture in his mind. The bathroom door opened,
and Jeremy saw Luke glance in his direction before climbing back into bed
with Tommy. Jeremy could feel Walker turn in bed next to him. If there was
no one else in the room, Jeremy would have gotten up and started to sketch
right then. But he couldn't. Instead, he planned what he would draw
tomorrow, line by line, shade by shade, until fell asleep.

-

In the morning, Mrs. P bought breakfast for the entire yearbook staff. Ben
insisted on sitting next to Jeremy at the diner, but all the sophomore
could do was think about the night before. It no longer felt real to
him. It was as if he had dreamt the whole thing.

"Want me to go sit with the girls?" Ben asked, when after a few minutes
Jeremy still hadn't looked him in the eyes.

"If you want," Jeremy said. "Don't you like girls?"

"Is that what this is about?" Ben asked, sounding frustrated.

"You have a girlfriend, right?"

"Well, yeah," Ben admitted. "But what does that have to do with it? I mean,
we can still hang out, right?"

"Sure," Jeremy said, looking over at Walker, who was clowning around with
the other jocks.

"Look, it's our last day on the trip," Ben said. "I was hoping we could
make the most of it." He put his hand on Jeremy's knee under the
table. "Okay?"

But Jeremy didn't know what he wanted anymore. He looked around. No one was
looking.

Suddenly, Mrs. P appeared behind them, and Ben took his hand away.

"Jeremy," the teacher said. "I had an idea last night. And it involves
youuuuu." She practically sang the words.

"Yeah?" Jeremy said, turning to look up at her.

"I thought about it. And you know how hard it is to rally this group. It's
a miracle we're all here!" She pulled out the chair on the other side of
the sophomore, and took a seat. "What do you think about a group portrait?"
Mrs. P asked. "The whole group! While we're all here. It would be a great
way to end our field trip. And I think it would be a fabulous addition to
the yearbook. What do you think?"

"I guess so," Jeremy said. Mrs. P frowned.

"I thought you'd be more excited," she said, looking at Ben too. "We could
take a picture instead. I know it would be a lot of work. Both the drawing
and keeping the gang still." Mrs. P laughed, and then, looking over at the
jocks yelled for them to stop playing with their food. Walker looked at
Jeremy for the first time since the night before. "I know they can be
rowdy," she said. "But I know it would be worth it."

"Okay," Jeremy said, making eye contact with Walker. "I'll do it."

"Greaaaat!" Mrs. P sang, and with that she stood up. Jeremy noticed Shane
was looking at him now, too. Staring, in fact.

After breakfast, Mrs. P gathered the group in a huddle in the parking
lot. She explained that Jeremy was going to draw a staff portrait, and
explained how she thought it should work. The group would line up, the
girls clustered in front, the guys standing behind them. Mrs. P herself and
Ben (since he was Editor) would stand together at the side. Shane would
take a photo, just "in case"--but Jeremy would sketch the group as quickly
as possible.

"And you'll have to add yourself after. You can do that, right?" Mrs. P
asked, and Jeremy nodded.

The yearbook staff left the parking lot, returning to the hotel lobby. Once
the group was in formation, Jeremy got to work. He sketched quickly, just
as Mrs. P has said, with Shane watching over his shoulder. Jeremy started
by outlining the group as a whole, placing each of their faceless heads in
the composition, and then roughly positioning their arms and bodies.

"Stop moving, you two!" Mrs. P scolded BJ and Tommy, who were tickling the
girls in front of them. Walker caught Jeremy's eye and raised his arm. The
sophomore thought the jock was going to make a muscle, but instead he held
his arm out, and bent down, as if it were resting on something that wasn't
there. When Walker winked at him, Jeremy finally understood. He was leaving
a space for the artist to draw himself in, posed with Walker's arm around
him. The thought made Jeremy blush.

"Cut it out," Shane warned Walker, but the jock ignored him. "What are you
doing?" Mrs. P's husband said, and a bunch of the group turned as Walker
put his arm down.

"Got it," Jeremy said, and Walker smirked.

It didn't take as long as Jeremy feared. After five minutes, he had most of
what he needed.

"I'm going to need more time for the faces," he told Mrs. P, and she
thanked the group for cooperating.

"Whatever you need," she said to him, then excused the group. "Now, don't
go too far. Jeremy is going to need your faces!"

Jeremy started with the girls. He sat with each of them for a few minutes,
making sure to convey their expressions accurately. Each individual face
was only an inch tall, but Jeremy took care to make the most of the little
space. After all fourteen of the girls were finished, Jeremy invited Mrs. P
to pose for him. She took off her glasses and smiled at the boy.

"I think you'd be more recognizable with your glasses," Jeremy told
her. "Maybe if it were in color, and I could draw your blue eyes. But in
black and white, I think with glasses is better."

"You're such a sweet boy," she said. "You're right." And she put her
glasses back on. Shane put his hands on Jeremy's shoulders and watched as
the sophomore drew his wife's face with remarkable ease.

"You've got a gift," Shane said, and Jeremy thanked him, feeling the man's
brawny hands give his shoulders a squeeze.

"Leave him alone. He's working!" Mrs. P said, teasing her husband. And
Shane let go.

Once Jeremy was finished, Mrs. P asked to see. Jeremy turned the sketchbook
around, and Mrs. P's face lit up.

"It's going to be perfeeeeeect!"

"Thanks," the boy said. And then Mrs. P called for Tommy to pose. As the
jock sat to pose for Jeremy, Mrs. P repeated for Shane to leave the artist
alone. The two of them walked off, Shane's hairy arm around Mrs. P's dainty
waist.

"You better make me look good," Tommy threatened. He lifted his chin,
looking tough. He looked hot in a thuggish way, but Jeremy didn't think it
was right for the drawing.

"Everyone else is smiling," he warned Tommy.

"So what?" Tommy asked him. But he seemed to consider what Jeremy was
saying. He didn't want to stand out as the only person in the sketch making
a silly face. "Fine," Tommy said. But when he smiled, it wasn't right
either. It looked fake.

"Try to look natural."

"Make up your damn mind, fool," Tommy said. But when he smiled again, it
was better. There was impatience in his eyes, but Jeremy could fix that. He
drew Tommy's smile first, his big bottom lip and his wide nose. Jeremy told
Tommy he could stop smiling, then. But to stay still. He pretended he was
simply shading, and Tommy relaxed. Jeremy looked up into the young man's
eyes, and finally he saw some warmth there. Which he captured the best he
could.

"Thanks for doing this," Tommy said, getting up from the chair. It was a
surprise to Jeremy. He was used to thinking of Tommy as a selfish jerk. "I
mean, Coach made me be on yearbook. I didn't even want to," he said. "So if
I've got to be here, it better be the most pimp yearbook ever. Right?"
Jeremy nodded. "You're alright," Tommy said. And with that, Tommy tagged
BJ.

"Can I see it?" BJ asked, and Jeremy showed him the sketch so far. "That's
okay, I guess," BJ said. "But why am I so lanky? I mean, I'm as big as the
rest of those guys." Jeremy almost laughed. But he didn't want BJ to pose
with a chip on his shoulder. So he shrugged off the complaint and drew BJ
in, trying to make him look as little like a weasel as possible. Dopey grin
and all.

"Good enough," BJ said when he saw it, but Jeremy could tell he was
happy. "Who's next?"

"Luke, I guess."

"I'll give you five bucks if you draw him blinking," BJ joked. For once,
Jeremy understood what Walker and Tommy saw in him. One on one he was a
little more charming.

"I don't think Mrs. P would go for that. Thanks though," Jeremy said. And
BJ shrugged.

"I'll get him," BJ said, walking off to tag the freshman. Jeremy didn't say
what he was thinking, that he didn't need anyone else to pose. After the
past two days, he could draw Luke, Ben and Walker with his eyes closed.

"I'm still pissed about last night," Luke said, right away. He refused to
smile. "I mean, why do you get to have all the fun?" Jeremy blushed,
thinking about it. He sure had gotten lucky on the trip. And poor Luke had
gotten the opposite. Between his hangover, bathtub blue balls, and sleeping
twice with a homophobe, Luke had been unlucky indeed.

"Maybe you'll have more luck tonight," Jeremy told Luke, and the freshman
lit up at the thought. Jeremy sketched the boy's pale features and
deceptively innocent smile.

"With my luck, Shane will give ME the empty bed tonight," Luke said.

"Would that be so bad?"

"Yes!" The freshman crooned, like it was a stupid question. "A room full of
hotties, and I'm going to sleep alone? I'd suck BJ at this point. Fuck!"

"You should tell him that," Jeremy joked. He turned the sketchbook to show
Luke what he'd done.

"Come on, I look more butch than that," the freshman said, in a
self-mocking voice. He put his hands on his hips and everything. "Which of
your boyfriends do you want to save for last?"

"They're not my boyfriends," Jeremy said, annoyed by the question. "Plus,
I'm saving myself for last."

"That's what I'm talking about," Luke said, with a wink. "I'll just tell
them both you want them." And with that, he sauntered off to find Ben and
Walker.

As he waited for one of them to show up to pose, Jeremy stared at the blank
space under Walker's arm. He wondered what everyone would think when they
saw it. He was going to look so cool, the king of the school having taken
him under his arm. That, or they'd all think he took artistic liberties.

He looked up, and Walker was smirking at him. The jock sat down, heavy in
the chair. He adjusted his junk, and popped his collar.

"You know I'm just drawing your face, right?"

"That's a shame," Walker said. "I was hoping you would draw all of this,"
he said, flexing to make his pecs pop under his shirt. Jeremy couldn't help
but smile. He loved that Walker wasn't being weird with him. In fact, he
was flirting. When Walker smiled too, there was mischief in his
eyes. Jeremy rushed to sketch the expression, putting it all on the paper.

"Finish my sketch yet?" Walker asked after what seemed like a long silence.

"I'm taking my time. Have to get it just right."

"I mean last night's. You're going to draw for me like you did for Ben,
right? All TITANIC and shit?"

Jeremy raised his eyebrow, blushing a little.

"How's your ass, bro?" Walker asked. "I thought you'd be walking funny
today."

"There is a little spring in my step, if that's what you mean." Jeremy
started to plump up. He was finished with the sketch but wasn't ready for
Walker to go. Not yet.

"That mean you're ready for round two?" Walker leaned to look at the
sketchbook. Jeremy lifted it, to show the tent in his pants
underneath. "Attaboy," Walker said. "I got lots of cum to give you, little
guy. You just let me know."

Jeremy groaned at the thought, his hard dick rubbing against the bottom of
his sketchbook.

"In the meantime," Walker said, "you know what to do." The senior tapped
the spot in the group portrait where Jeremy was meant to go. "I want you
right there." He watched Walker get up, and was happy to see that the
jock's own cock was plump and showing a little.

Walker knew he had to get Ben, and decided to have a little fun with
him. We found the other senior sitting alone, reading something on his
phone. Walker sat beside him, spreading his legs wide and then putting his
arm around Ben.

"What is it?" Ben asked. He knew something was up.

"Is your girlfriend is ready for you?" Walker asked, knowing Ben would hear
what he wanted to.

"Stop calling him my girlfriend!" But Walker just laughed.

"Woa, man," he said. "I meant your actual girlfriend. She miss you yet?"
But it just pissed Ben off more. "You do still have a girlfriend, don't
you?"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm warning you." Ben was serious. But Walker wasn't
about to be told off by anyone. He puffed his chest up, no longer amused.

"You want a black eye in your portrait, bitch? Cause if not, you better
watch how you talk to me." Walker stood up, seeing that Ben was holding his
tongue. "Good."

"Jeremy's ready for you. Don't leave him waiting." Walker said, and having
delivered the message he walked off shaking his head.

"Leave Jeremy out of it," Ben said, losing his temper. As he stood, Walker
turned around, ready to put Ben in his place. Soon the two seniors were at
each others' throats. Shane saw what was happening, and rushed over to
break them up.

"You really want to fight me? What, are you suicidal or something?" Walker
was ready to punch Ben, but Ben didn't seem afraid of him. He was tired of
Walker acting like he was in charge of everyone. Ben was the yearbook
editor, after all. Walker was on his turf.

"Okay, you two. Calm down!" Shane said, pushing the two of them
apart. "Now!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" BJ yelled. And Tommy chimed in too. The sound echoed
in the hotel lobby. Everyone turned to look at what was happening.

Walker didn't like being challenged like that, especially in front of
everyone. But he knew if he punched Ben like he wanted to he would be in
serious trouble. He gave Ben a look to say that the fight was far from
over. And then Walker backed away, like Shane wanted.

Jeremy saw what was happening, and rushed to see. He didn't know what the
fight was about, but he knew it couldn't be good.

"What's going on?" Jeremy asked Luke, but the freshman shrugged.

"You two come with me," Mrs. P said to them, and Ben and Walker followed
her and Shane to her room for a serious talk.

Jeremy was worried. What would come up in their conversation with Mrs. P?
He seemed confident their secrets were safe, that neither of the seniors
were likely to own up to fucking around on the field trip. But he wouldn't
have thought they'd be fighting either. He didn't know what to expect.

To distract himself, Jeremy decided to finish the portrait alone. He knew
he didn't need Ben to pose in order to finish drawing his face in. Besides,
he still had himself to draw into the group.

Jeremy went up to the boys' hotel room, wanting some quiet, and to sit
across from the mirror. Oddly, he had never been all that great at drawing
himself. But with the aid of the mirror, it was easier. He started by
drawing his shoulders and shirt collar, right under Walker's muscled arm,
where the jock had tapped the paper. And then, glancing up occasionally to
see his own smile, he filled in his face, the best he could. He couldn't
help but think he looked fake, smiling big when he was as worried as he
was. But it's what the portrait called for, and by the time he finished
drawing himself in, Jeremy was satisfied.

Now he only had Ben's face left to sketch. He thought it would be easier
than it was, drawing Ben's smile. But every time he closed his eyes to
picture Ben, he saw Walker staring back at him instead. Jeremy started to
second guess himself, afraid to accidentally put Walker's nose or lips or
eyes where Ben's should be. Even if no one else was likely to notice, Ben
would. And that was enough to make Jeremy nervous.

The sophomore remembered that he had pages of sketches of Ben he could
consult. He didn't need to draw anything from memory. He had drawn Ben's
face before. All he had to do was look at what he'd already sketched.

Jeremy flipped back in his sketches, and quickly found his series from that
first night of their trip. Ben sitting in the chair, his cock hard in his
underwear. His eyes lusty and wild. He turned to another, with Ben's dick
out, his naked pelvis raised off the bed. A wave of feelings back for
Jeremy, and soon he was getting hard. Without thinking, Jeremy unbuttoned
his pants and licked his palm. He slid his wet hand under the elastic of
his boxers and started to stroke his hardening cock. He closed his eyes,
remembering how nervous he had been. How nervous they both had been. Ben
begging to be sucked, as they jerked together in unison.

Jeremy replayed that first night in his head, reaching his hand up under
his shirt to pinch his nipple. He remembered how Ben had sucked it, and how
the senior looked up into his eyes with so much desire.

"Fuck me," Jeremy muttered, stroking harder. He heard his own voice and it
sent a shutter up his spine. "Fuck me, Ben. Fuck!" He said it louder. And
then, afraid someone might hear, he moaned quietly as he pounded his young
cock in his slimy hand inside her pants.

With his free hand, Jeremy reached again for the sketchbook. He turned the
page to the next sketch.

What he saw, though, made his blood turn cold in his veins. He pulled his
hand out of his pants and sat up instantly. There was a page missing! He
could see the lacy fringe where something had been torn out, without his
permission. He thought hard about it. Had he given the page to Ben and just
forgot? But Jeremy knew he hadn't. Someone else had torn the page out. But
who? And what was on it?

Flipping through the series, Jeremy thought hard about what sketch was
missing. Suddenly he remembered. There had been one with Ben on his
stomach, his pale ass raised in the air, stroking from underneath. That's
the sketch that was missing. Jeremy knew it. But when could it have been
taken? He thought he had kept his private sketchbook save, buried it deep
in his bag. He hoped it had been Ben, that he had stolen it for
himself. Otherwise, they might both be in serious trouble.

Jeremy looked around the room. He thought about tearing through everyone's
stuff until he found the stolen page. If someone had gone through his
things, why couldn't he go through everyone else's. But before he did, the
door to the room unlocked and Shane walked in.

"There you are," the man said. "Everyone's been looking for you."

"Has anyone gone through my stuff?" Jeremy asked, and Shane could tell he
was angry.

"Um. Why? Is something missing?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm pretty sure someone went through my shit." Jeremy felt
like he was going to cry.

"What's missing? I'll help you find it." But Jeremy knew he couldn't tell
Shane the truth. He threw his sketchbook on the bed hard, and started to
pull everything out of his bag. Maybe the page tore out by accident and was
inside the bag. It seemed far-fetched, but Jeremy didn't know what else to
do. His eyes were filling with tears, and he didn't think he could face the
rest of the guys until he knew what was going on.

But when all of his clothes were on the floor and his bag was empty, Jeremy
knew the missing page wasn't in there. He closed his eyes tight. He
realized his pants were undone, and he buttoned his fly and zipped them up,
no longer caring what Shane thought. Soon, everyone would know.

But as he looked up, he saw that Shane was looking at the sketchbook. He
had picked it up to look at what he assumed was the finished group portrait
and instead had seen why Jeremy was so upset.

"So that's what they're fighting about," Shane said. He looked Jeremy up
and down, as if it everything was starting to make sense.