Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 10:06:32 -0700
From: BH
Subject: Six Guys No Chaperone 11

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"What?" Tommy said drunkenly into the bedspread. "Who's Roger?"

The guys froze, afraid they'd been caught.

"I am," BJ said loudly, as if daring the homophobic jock to open his
eyes. If he had, he would have seen BJ standing up between the beds, his
huge penis still hard and heavy, dangling less than a foot from Tommy's
face. He might have seen Mr. P grinding his jock and juicy cock into
Jeremy's lap as he pinned the boy under his weight, kissing him. And he
might have seen Luke, flush from all that fucking, licking his lips for
more.

But Tommy rolled onto his back, not even opening his eyes. He covered his
face with his own big arm, growling at the bright hotel room lights.

"What time it is? Go to sleeeep, bro," Tommy whined. And then he rolled
over to face the wall, covering his head with a pillow. Within seconds, he
was out again.

BJ stroked his long, curved cock. He was pissed about Teddy leaving, but
still horny.

"Do you think Mrs. P heard any of that?" Ben asked Walker. But the jock
wasn't listening. He was watching Mr. P run his hand up Jeremy's smooth
side.  The man fondled the boy's chest and neck, and then gently cupped
Jeremy's cheek. Then Mr. P pulled back, as if to admire the boy's handsome,
smiling face. He wasn't paying attention to anything but Jeremy.

"I wish we were alone," Shane told the boy. "Oh, the things I'd do to
you. Mmm." His voice was deep and hushed. But to Jeremy's ears, it was the
only sound in the room.

"What if she did? What if Mrs. P heard?!" Ben repeated. Walker frowned as
he watched Jeremy turn his head to take their chaperone's thumb into his
mouth.

"She didn't," Luke said confidently. "If she did, she'd be knocking by
now." Teddy and Ben's cum were seeping onto Walker's thick leg, snapping
him out of the trance.

"Come on, Walker," Luke said. "I've waited too long for your cum not to see
how it feels."

"You're a freshman," the jock reminded him. "You haven't waited as long as
most." And then he stood, his big dick soft but still big between his meaty
thighs. He stepped toward the bathroom to get a rag, the muscles of his
hard ass bulging with each step. "Besides," he said, attempting to wipe the
cum out of his dark leg hair. "It's BJ's turn."

The freshman watched BJ stroke himself as he stepped behind the boy, not
even smiling.

"Roger," the boy said, as if impersonating a pilot. "Copy that!"

Walker went into the bathroom as BJ crouched behind Luke. Ben laid on his
stomach, his face inches from the freshman's. The two locked eyes as BJ
felt for the boy's hole. And then Luke closed his eyes tight, in
anticipation.

BJ forced his massive dick deep into his ass. Having been loosened by four
progressively thick cocks, the freshman was able to take BJ's huge meat
better than any girl BJ had ever fucked. And yet the junior wasn't
satisfied until he had pushed the freshman into various positions,
searching to find an angle that might allow him to drill in and out of the
boy's hole without resistance.

BJ pulled Luke up onto his hands and knees. Then he slid his lanky arms
under Luke's pits, forcing the boy into a headlock. He then put all of his
weight onto Luke's back and into his ass as the freshman's torso collapsed
into the bedspread. BJ raised his left knee high, looking a little like a
pissing dog as he gave Luke everything he had.

"Don't hurt him, man," Ben said. But when Luke locked eyes with the senior
again, Ben knew the agony on his face was all pleasure.

If Ben had been a jack-hammer, fucking Luke hard and fast, and Walker been
a steamroller, angrily hate-fucking the boy as he fumed, then BJ was a
drilling machine, twisting his hips to push his long, curved cock in and
out. Over and over. Once he found that perfect angle, he doubled down,
gripping Luke's neck with his forearms as he dug in.

Luke's mouth was open, his eyes rolled back in his head as he drooled.

"Fuck," Ben said, suddenly fully hard again. He raised his ass and slid a
hand between his crotch and the sweaty bedspread, gripping himself. "That's
the face Lanie makes when I fuck her."

"Yeah right," BJ said. But it was true. And Ben didn't care what a punk
like BJ thought.

"Shhh," Luke said, not wanting them to fight.

But hearing Lanie's name got Jeremy's attention. He stopped kissing Shane
long enough to watch the scene at the foot of the bed next to theirs. Shane
looked too.

"Luke, you sure you're okay?" The man asked, suddenly feeling responsible
for the boy again. But Luke nodded enthusiastically, despite the tears in
his eyes.

Jeremy smiled at Shane's concern. He wanted Mr. P to fuck him that
good. But Shane was still watching as BJ bred Luke hard. Then he glanced at
the dopey look on Ben's face, watching them fuck. Shane's eyebrows
furrowed, as if the sex in front of them wasn't the least bit sexy.

"I can't do this," Mr. P said, not looking at Jeremy. He crawled out of the
bed, in a hurry. He reached for his pants and shirt, still hard in his wet
jock.

"What do you mean?" Jeremy asked, his feelings clearly hurt. But Mr. P's
face was filled with intention. He reached for the bathroom door, but found
it locked.

"Someone's in here," Walker called through the door, sounding pissed. Shane
could hear the shower running.

Luke and BJ were lost in their fucking. Only Ben and Jeremy seemed to
notice when Shane hurried out of the room, his pants only half zipped.

When the door shut behind him, Jeremy covered his face with a pillow and
screamed.

"What a dick!" Ben said to Jeremy.

Thinking the senior was talking about BJ's cock inside him, Luke nodded
enthusiastically once again, his eyes closed tightly. Then he groaned to BJ
that he was going to cum soon. He shoved his red face into the bedspread
with a whimper and started stroking himself fast.

When Walker came out of the bathroom, wet from his shower, he seemed
surprised that Shane wasn't there. He stepped over Luke and BJ, as if he
couldn't care less.

"What's going on?" He asked Jeremy. But he didn't answer. And so he asked
Ben next. But Ben didn't want to upset Jeremy any further. So he kept his
mouth shut.

"He left," Jeremy explained plainly. "He just left. Without any
explanation."

Walker reached to comfort Jeremy, but the sophomore pushed the jock's damp
arm away.

"I'm sorry, man," Walker said. His voice sounded different than normal. As
if Jeremy's pain had somehow hurt him too. But more than that. Walker's
voice was full of affection for the sophomore. He sounded like he did in
the hall, confessing that Ben had broken his heart.

"Yeah," Ben said, echoing Walker's sympathy. "It isn't you, okay? He's
just... conflicted, I guess." To Walker, it sounded like an apology.

"We've all been there, kid. I know how it feels."

Jeremy looked up at the senior boys. He hadn't been crying, exactly. Though
he wanted to. Instead, it was as if all the blood that had been filling his
cock for hours had suddenly returned to his brain. He felt stupid and
ashamed.

"I mean, he's married!" Jeremy said loudly. And then remembering that
Mrs. P was asleep on the other side of the wall, he brought his voice
down. "He's hot, yeah. But it's not like I expected anything to happen. Not
really."

This time, when Walker put his muscled arm around the boy's shoulders,
Jeremy let him.

"I just really need to cum," Jeremy said, matter-of-factly. But his dick
wasn't hard any more. He felt naked, exposed.

He looked up, just in time to see Luke's face as his body overflowed with
ecstasy. The boy laughed, telling his audience that he was going to
cum. Luke locked eyes with Walker, shooting his pent up load right onto the
carpet at his knees. The boy grunted, his ass still milking BJ.

"Goddammit," BJ groaned when Luke was finished and he still hadn't cum. "I
need to nutt, man. I'm gonna pass out." He leaned to sniff Luke's neck, but
it wasn't the same. It was Teddy's musk he wanted.

He pulled out of Luke and fell backwards on floor, stroking slowly. Luke
turned around on his knees, and then leaned down to kiss BJ on the
cheek. But the junior swatted him away, annoyed.

But BJ had gotten a whiff of something. He moaned quietly, and then turned
his head to the side. There on the ground were Teddy's lost undies.

"Thank fucking God," he said, pulling the grey boxer briefs to his face. He
took a long draw on the ripe fabric and started to beat his dick faster.

"I was about to offer my pit again," Ben joked. But when BJ heard it, his
eyes opened wide. He waved for Ben to join him, entirely serious. Ben
slinked down from the bed, naked and only semi-hard. He knelt next to BJ,
spreading his armpit for him to sniff. BJ pulled it to his nose, loving it.

"Is that even hot for you?" Walker laughed. Ben shrugged, and then nodded.

"I like that he likes it."

"I fucking LOVE it, bro," BJ corrected him. "You smell like a fucking GOD."

"Smell his bush," Walker suggested. "It's way better."

BJ dropped Teddy's underwear and lifted his face as Ben pushed his crotch
into it. The head of Ben's dripping dick poked BJ in the cheek.

"I should make you suck it, you know," he told the horny junior. "You've
always been suck a punk."

"Fuck you," BJ said. But when Ben started to pull his sweaty crotch away,
BJ apologized. "I'll be good, I'll be good."

"How good?" Walker teased. Jeremy was finally smiling again. It made the
jock happy to see it.

"Come on, man. I'm so close," BJ whined. He wanted nothing more than to cum
right there, right then.

"Suck my dick, BJ. And you can huff as much of my funk as you want. I mean,
my pubes will be in your face anyway."

BJ nodded. And soon, Ben was straddling his pimply face. BJ opened his
mouth and let Ben push the head of his dripping dick into it. He breathed
heavy the whole time, savoring the scent on the senior's shaft. He'd fucked
Luke with it, his ass full of Teddy's load. The thought of it pushed BJ
over the edge. His thick load shot hard out of his long cock, right onto
Ben's lower back and ass. Spurt after spurt shot out of him, and still he
didn't stop sucking.

Walker, Jeremy, and Luke all watched in amazement as BJ opened his throat
for Ben.

"You really can't get enough, can you?" Ben asked. But the junior could
only moan a reply.

"Eat it," Ben said, as he started to cum. BJ wasn't expecting it. He almost
gagged as Ben's spunk shot against the back of his throat. But BJ swallowed
all that he was given. Then he inhaled deeply one last time before Ben
pulled his smelly crotch away from his face, spent.

Ben crashed onto the middle bed, naked. Then he weakly made his way under
the covers. Luke crawled in bed next to him, pulling Ben's arm around
him. Spooning, they only took up half the bed. BJ pulled Teddy's boxer
briefs on, and crawled in bed with them, some of his thick load still wet
on his pale chest.

"You fuckers better not tell anyone," BJ said to the room.

"Which part?" Ben said, and Luke giggled. "You don't want anyone to know I
smell like a God?" BJ pulled the covers high up over his chest and closed
his eyes, frowning.

"You want to go to sleep?" Walker asked Jeremy. Suddenly the boy looked sad
again, and it was breaking the jock's heart.

"I mean, I haven't cum yet," Walker said. He shrugged. "Not that I need
to. Just saying."

"Me neither," Jeremy confessed. He had his arms crossed over his chest as
he looked down at his soft cock. He wasn't sure if he was even horny. He
was too sad to think about fucking. Even with Walker's hairy torso drying a
foot from his face.

Just then, the door to the hotel room clicked unlocked, and the door
opened. Mr. P stepped into the room. He waved for Jeremy to follow him out
into the hall.

The guys all silently stared at him from their beds, wondering what he
wanted and where he went.

"What, did you change your mind? Again?" Walker said. He seemed ready to
fight the man again. Not only for having taken Jeremy, but for having hurt
him on top of it.

"Change my mind?!" Shane said, confused. "I have never been more sure of
anything in my life!" And then he held a card key up, as if it proved
everything. It looked like the key to the guys' hotel room. Only it was
gold instead of red. "I got us a suite, Jeremy. So we could be alone."

The guys in the middle bed all turned at once to look at Jeremy's
reaction. He didn't seem to understand what Mr. P was saying.

"You just left," Jeremy said, as if he didn't trust the man. "I thought you
were gone."

"I'm sorry," Shane said, seeming to realize how Jeremy might have felt. "I
thought you would... I thought if I..." Jeremy didn't seem any less upset
than he was when Shane first disappeared. Even now that he knew the man's
intentions.

"I guess I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry," the chaperone said to the boy. "I
had an idea and decided to go for it. I thought you'd think it was
romantic."

"He does!" Luke volunteered, smiling at Jeremy. The freshman seemed moved
by the gesture. "Right, Jer?" But Luke hadn't noticed until right then that
Jeremy was upset at all. He had been too busy taking it up the ass to
notice anything.

"Romantic?" Jeremy asked, sounding more sad than angry. He searched the
man's face, then looked away. "You're married, Mr. P. What's the point?"

"Shane," the man corrected him. "Come on. I said I'm sorry." But the boy
wouldn't look at him.

"Let's go for a walk, at least," Shane said. "Let me explain."

"I don't need you to," Jeremy said. But he was already scooting out of
bed. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants and an undershirt. He stepped into
a pair of flip-flops, not caring whose they were. He didn't intend to be
gone more than a few minutes.

Once they were out in the hallway, Jeremy let Shane hold him tight.

"I wish I had told you where I was going. I hate the idea of you thinking
I'd just left you there." The chaperone's thick beard brushed the boy's ear
as he kissed his forehead. Jeremy could feel his thick arms tighten around
him. It felt good to be held by the man. To feel the hair on his
forearms. To feel his broad pecks, wide as Jeremy's shoulders.

"Do you forgive me?" Shane asked, rubbing Jeremy's back. The boy could hear
the man's heart beating slow. He knew Shane felt as sad as he did. And he
didn't want him to.

"Of course," Jeremy said. "I get it now."

"Good," Shane told him, letting out a sigh. He didn't let go right
away. But when he did, he smiled at the boy, hoping everything was
okay. But Shane could see in Jeremy's face that he still felt conflicted.

"I want you so bad," Shane said quietly. The man sounded like he was
begging, his voice practically quivering with lust.

"I know," Jeremy told him. But he couldn't look Shane in the eyes. He was
no less attracted to Mr. P, and the idea of the two of them fucking alone
in a suite certainly seemed hot to the sophomore. In fact, his cock had
plumped back up as the man held him. But having felt the pang of rejection
earlier, he knew he didn't want another taste of it in the morning.

"So much has happened in the last few days," the boy explained, both to
Shane and to himself. "I was a virgin when we got here. I'd never kissed a
guy. Hell, I'd barely kissed a girl." Shane took his hand. He wanted Jeremy
to feel how present the he was, that he was really listening. Shane needed
Jeremy to remember that he knew the feeling of being conflicted, too. All
too well. And that he'd leapt for Jeremy anyway.

"In a weird way, I fell in love three times over this trip," Jeremy
said. "I gave myself to Ben completely. It hurt the next morning when he'd
talk about his girlfriend. And then I gave myself to Walker. And then to
you."

"But we haven't--"

"I don't mean sex," Jeremy clarified. "At first it was just sex with
Walker. I let him fuck me because I thought it would make me care about Ben
less. But then the next day he was all I could think about." Jeremy looked
deep into Shane's eyes. "And then you were all I could think about." The
man wanted to understand, but he didn't. He had forgotten what it was like
to have sex for the first time, to fall hard for anyone who gives you
pleasure. Shane nodded, but Jeremy recognized the confusion on his face.

"Look," Shane said, interrupting. "I get it. You're scared. You think if we
go through with it, I'll break your heart. But it's not like that. I care
about you."

"I don't doubt it." Jeremy pushed his face into the man's chest. He could
feel the cushion of dark hair under Shane's shirt. He wanted to say and do
what the man wanted. But Shane was right. He was afraid of having his heart
broken.

As Shane wrapped his heavy arms around the boy once more, Jeremy thought
about Walker's confession. He thought of Ben pulling away from the jock
years earlier and how it still haunted Walker to that day. He thought of
the jock's puppy dog eyes as he told Jeremy he'd been afraid to fall for
anyone that whole time. And that maybe he had fallen again, for Jeremy.

Shane could feel the boy curl into him. He could feel his weigh shift and
his breath steady.

Jeremy didn't want to spend years afraid to fall in love again. He wanted
to feel love right then, and be sure of it. And he knew that if he had sex
with Shane he wouldn't be able to control his feelings for the man.

"I don't want you to leave Mrs. P for me," Jeremy said, looking up into
Shane's eyes. But the sentence made Mr. P pull away. He hadn't said
anything about leaving her. Only that he was willing to open his heart to
the boy. To put his feelings in jeopardy. Shane shook his head,
defensively.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said. "But I can't."

Shane nodded. He knew it was the right choice. Probably for both of
them. He hugged the boy again, and Jeremy nuzzled against his beard,
thanking him for understanding.

"Well fuck," Shane said. "What am I going to do with this room?" His
shoulders dropped as if he'd made an epic mistake. "They said they wouldn't
rent it to me without a credit card, and I couldn't exactly charge
it. Mrs. P would have noticed. And so I offered them cash, under the
table. A lot of fucking money, too. And they're not going to refund
it. Fuck!"

"Sorry," Jeremy said. But he didn't feel that bad. He hadn't asked the man
to do any of it.

"We might as well enjoy the suite, even if nothing happens," Shane
said. But Jeremy shook his head no. He knew if he went to the room with
Shane, something would happen. Plus, they'd be taking on all the risk of
sleeping together, without any of the payoff.

"What if Mrs. P finds out? Is it even worth it?" But Jeremy wasn't thinking
of Mrs. P. He was thinking of Walker. What Walker would think if he never
came back. He'd never believe Jeremy that nothing happened.

"Someone has to fuck in that room!" Shane said.

"I bet Luke could be convinced," Jeremy teased. They both knew it was
true. Shane was the only one who hadn't fucked the boy. And Luke seemed
eager to collect all of the guys' sperm he could.

"That's okay," Shane said. "He's not really my type." Shane touched
Jeremy's young cheek one last time. He was disappointed in himself for
falling for the boy. It was entirely out of character. "You're
irresistible, you know that? I don't know what it is."

Jeremy couldn't help but kiss the man after that. Even if he knew he
shouldn't lead him on. They kissed in the hallway for a minute or more
before heading back to the room together. When they opened the door, the
lights were out. All except the one lamp, the one Ben and Jeremy had left
on their first night, sketching. It shined on Walker, sitting in the chair,
waiting up. He was flipping through Jeremy's sketch book.

When the jock looked up, his eyes twinkled in the light. He looked so happy
that Jeremy had come back, that the two hadn't gone through with it.

Seeing Walker's clear affection for the boy, Shane sighed again. He was
happy too, in a way.

"You left the last page blank," Walker said. Jeremy wanted to tell him he'd
already sketched it in his head. He had planned to re-imagine the scene
from earlier. The guys all in a line, stroking as Luke put his ass in the
air. Shane sitting back, watching, his dick hard in his lap. Teddy's
freckled shoulders. BJ's cocky smirk at having out-Walkered Walker. And Ben
with his tan arm around Jeremy's own waist.

But the sophomore knew he'd never draw that scene. It was enough that he'd
lived it. He didn't need to see it again on paper.

"Everything okay?" Walker asked Jeremy, noticing the far-off look in the
his eye. The sophomore looked back at Shane, and then the two of them
nodded.

Walker stood to hug Jeremy. He had gotten dressed minutes earlier. Not in
sleep clothes, but a polo shirt and shorts. He'd even put on his
shoes. Walker had built it up in his head that he'd go after Jeremy if the
boy didn't come back. That he'd figure out what suite they were in,
maybe. He hadn't thought it through, exactly. Only that he didn't want to
sleep. Couldn't stomach the thought of just sitting there, letting it
happen.

"Going somewhere?" Shane asked. But Walker shook his head no.


"I'm not going anywhere." He looked deep in Jeremy's eyes. The boy could
see something in Walker had changed over the course of the trip. It was as
if his guard was down.

"You look tired," Jeremy told the senior. Walker furrowed his brow. It
wasn't exactly a compliment.

"No, it's cute," the boy said. He reached up and tousled the jock's dark
hair.

"You two should get some sleep," Shane said. "Seriously."

But when Jeremy looked back at the chaperone, he saw the man was holding
out the gold room key. He was offering them the suite.

"Really?" Jeremy asked. "I'm not going to do that to you." But the man
insisted. He told the boy the room number, and everything.

"I don't think I could take sleeping there alone, anyway," Shane told
him. "It's okay. Seriously. I want you to."

Jeremy didn't know what to say. He could as easily have passed out. They
had all had an epic night already. But the boy nodded. Shane handed him the
key, and Jeremy took it. He didn't even say thank you, the words seeming
somehow cruel. Shane smiled faintly, under his dark beard. And then headed
to lay the far bed, not even looking at Walker.

"Come on," Jeremy said quietly, taking the jock by the arm. Walker started
to put down the sketchbook.

"No, bring it," Jeremy said. And Walker smiled.




It wasn't until they were alone in the suite that Walker asked Jeremy why
he didn't go through with it.

"I thought you liked Mr. P," he mumbled.

"It was something you said," Jeremy explained, eagerly pulling off his
undershirt and kicking off the flip-flops. "I was standing there in his
arms, thinking of you."

"Thinking of me, what?" Walker asked, fishing for whatever compliment he
could get from the boy.

"Just thinking."

Jeremy pulled his pajama pants down. He was naked again, and already
getting hard. Walker followed him to the bed, fully clothed.

"Tell me," Walker said, finally unbuttoning his polo shirt. His broad
shoulders flexed. He wanted Jeremy to tell him everything he was
thinking. He needed to hear it.

"You were my age when Ben broke your heart?" Jeremy said. He laid back,
savoring how the king of his high school's eyes trailed up and down his
young body.

"I guess so, yeah." Walker thought of what little he'd told Jeremy about
Ben and him. "We had fun for a while." Walker caught himself thinking about
those early days when he and Ben would fool around. He still beat off
sometimes, thinking of Ben's dick in his mouth. Even though it had only
happened once.

"I bet," Jeremy said.

Walker pulled off his polo shirt.

"So whose arms do you like better? Mine or Mr. P's?" Walker flexed in his
undershirt. "That why you were thinking of me? Wanted me to hold you
instead?"

"Kind of," Jeremy told him. He reached for jock's crotch with his toes as
Walker pulled off his undershirt, revealing his muscled torso once
again. As many times as Jeremy had seen it, the sight still took his breath
away.

"It's more that I felt bad for you," Jeremy said, getting all serious. "The
thought of you pining away for him all these years."

"Two years," Walker shrugged. He rubbed his hand against his own hairy
pecs.

"Still," Jeremy went on. "I know I'm gonna pine for you like that after
this trip." Walker smiled as he sat at the foot of the bed, pulling off his
shoes and socks. "If I messed around with Mr. P, I might have thought of
him too for a while. But I'd rather pine for you."

"Is that how it works?" Walker asked. "You'll long for whoever gets to you
last?" Hearing it, Jeremy knew it wasn't true. That's not exactly what it
meant.

"Besides," Walker said, standing. "What makes you think you'll have to pine
for me?" He unbuttoned his shorts, turning to face the boy. He unzipped
them slow, looking Jeremy in the eyes. He was giving the sophomore a look
that Jeremy hadn't seen before. It was lustful, but steady. Walker wanted
the boy to believe what he was saying. Even as he stripped to only his
underwear.

Jeremy wasn't sure what was real. He had heard for over a year what a
player Walker was. The stud was famous for fucking around with girls. But
he'd only sleep with them once. And then he'd lose interest. The idea of
Jeremy getting fucked by the beautiful man a second time seemed like a
dream. Plus, there they were in a luxurious suite, the whole room to
themselves. They could hold each other naked until sunrise, if they wanted
to.

Jeremy stroked his dick, watching Walker pull his tight briefs down. His
dick was everything the boy remembered. And Jeremy didn't want to talk
anymore. He wanted to worship Walker, like he deserved.

"I'm serious," the jock said, as he crawled onto the bed next to
Jeremy. "You won't need to pine for me. Not if we're together."

But Jeremy couldn't help but feel like the senior was fucking with him. He
was already hard. He didn't need to be mind fucked on top of it. After all,
they'd never even kissed. The one time Walker tried to, the sophomore
pushed him away, confused.

"Shhh," Jeremy said, rolling toward Walker. He didn't understand why the
jock was saying any of it.

But as Jeremy went to go down on the senior, Walker stopped him. He pulled
the boy up to his mouth and kissed him deeply, as if it's all he had wanted
all day. Jeremy kissed Walker back, letting his strong friend pull their
chests together. They ground their hard crotches, panting. Jeremy loved the
taste of the young man's mouth. Walker must have brushed his teeth when he
showered, because his tongue tasted fresh and minty. The longer they
swapped spit, the better Jeremy's own mouth tasted. And the wetter their
slippery crotches became.

Walker rolled the two of them over, so that he was on top. He ground into
Jeremy so hard that the boy was sure he could feel the veins of Walker's
cock throbbing against his thigh. Then Jeremy watched Walker's rippling
shoulders as he kissed the sophomore's chest and smooth ribs. He thought of
what Ben had said about Walker giving him a blowjob once. And he couldn't
help but wonder if Walker was going to do the same again.

As if reading the boy's mind, Walker took Jeremy's oozing cock head into
his mouth and made his tongue circle it slowly as he lowered all the way
onto it. Jeremy groaned with pleasure, reaching for the back of the jock's
head. He caressed Walker's thick neck and ears, then slid his fingertips
against his meaty shoulders.

Walker reached one hand up the boy's body, and with the other gripped the
base of Jeremy's cock. He sucked Jeremy harder, his thick fist cranking up
and down in slop spirals.

"Fuck you're good," Jeremy told him. Walker seemed to like that, letting
the boy's cock into his throat. "Really, really good."

Jeremy breathed faster as Walker's free hand made it's way down to the
boy's balls. And then, pulling off of the boy's dick, Walker licked down
Jeremy's shaft, eventually circling his balls with his hot wet tongue.

"Fuck," Jeremy gasped. "Eat my hole, Walker."

And then Walker did what the boy asked, lifting Jeremy's legs up onto his
broad shoulders and then diving in.

"Oh god," the boy whimpered. Walker's tongue pushed deep into his hole,
then thickening to spread him open. Walker then lapped at the outside of
the boy's hole, quick, teasing it tight again.

"You're so fucking hot, bro," Walker said. Jeremy wanted to kiss Walker
again. But the pleasure he was feeling kept him from saying so. He wanted
nothing more than to feel Walker inside him again.

Jeremy thought of what it felt like the last time Walker filled him. He
remembered how the jock had bent him over the bathroom counter, putting it
into him quick. Jeremy wanted to be filled again, right then. He didn't
want to wait.

"I'm ready," he told Walker, but the jock was still savoring the boy's hole
on his tongue. He could feel it stretching for him, eager, hungry to be
fucked. He pushed a finger in, next to his tongue, feeling the boy flex his
thighs at the surprise.

Jeremy remembered being turned on by how Walker had acted in the
bathroom. That he didn't seem to care much at first about pleasing Jeremy,
only himself. But this was the opposite. Jeremy still hadn't touched the
jock's cock, other than while the two were kissing, grinding against each
other. He pulled his knees off of Walker's shoulders. Turning onto his
side, Jeremy reached with one leg and felt Walker's hard cock drool onto
his ankle.

"Fuck me, please." Jeremy lifted his thighs toward his chest. But Walker
continued to finger him, lapping at his taint. "Please, Walker."

"I'm too close myself," the jock warned. "If I put it in you, I'll blow!"

"That's fine," Jeremy insisted. "Blow in me then."

Walker pulled his fingers out of the boy, and put his wet hands up under
Jeremy's knees. He lined his drooling dick up with the boy's ass and then
watched Jeremy's gaze as he pushed into him. Walker grunted at the
feeling. He wanted to enter Jeremy over and over. Instead, he pushed in
deep, filling Jeremy as he begged him to. Then, all the way inside the boy,
Walker lost it. His cock head swelled hard and he blow his epic load.

"Fuck," the jock said. "Sorry bro. I tried not to." But his cum felt so
good inside Jeremy's ass that he didn't care.

"Just don't stop," he begged again. And Walker kept fucking him, his dick
still hard.

"Can I kiss you?" Walker was the one to beg, finally. Jeremy nodded, his
eyes wide with pleasure. And the jock leaned in, thrusting hard.

Jeremy sucked on the jock's tongue, feeling Walker's cum seeping out of his
hole as he plowed harder. All of a sudden, Walker, sat up higher, lifting
the boy with his dick and drilling him downward. It wasn't the most
comfortable position. Most of their weight was pushing down on Jeremy's
shoulders and neck. But it felt like Walker was ramming deeper into the boy
than Jeremy thought possible. Without warning, cum started to dribble out
of the tip of the boy's hard dick, dropping onto his own neck. Followed by
a thick rope of semen, that coated his chin. It was as if it was Walker's
cum on his face instead of his own.

Walker lowered Jeremy slowly, not pulling out until the boy wanted. And
once he had, the jock crawled up to kiss Jeremy again, tasting the blobs of
sperm on his neck. When Jeremy tasted Walker's tongue again, he could feel
his own fluid in the jock's mouth. The jock swallowed it down, licking more
from the boy's chin as if he couldn't get enough of the stuff.

And then the two of them spooned under the covers as they calmed down.

The sun was starting to come up. Walker was the first to notice. When he
pointed it out, Jeremy rolled back onto the jock.

"Better go again," he said. "While we still can."

"You don't believe me, do you?" Walker said. "About us being together."

Jeremy stared down at Walker's sweaty chest. Smears of spit and semen
matting the hair. He looked up at Walker's eyes, expecting to see the
senior's familiar, cocky grin. But instead, it was a little like staring
into a mirror times he'd searched his own eyes for intention. Walker was
searching the boy's gaze for meaning, too. He looked so hopeful, so unsure.

"Don't believe everything you hear, bud," Walker warned. "I'm telling you I
want you. If you'll have me."

"You mean, like, boyfriends?" Jeremy hadn't even identified his sexuality
before the weekend. And the idea of coming out scared the hell out of
him. And yet the idea of walking hand in hand with the most popular guy in
school was thrilling.

"If you want," Walker said. But Jeremy didn't know what he wanted.

"All I know is that I don't ever want to leave this bed." Walker put his
arms over his head, smiling at Jeremy. Nothing seemed to matter. Even if
the boy had answered, Walker might not have heard it.

Jeremy climbed off the jock. The morning light was suddenly spilling into
the room, lining the side of Walker's face with pink gold. Jeremy wanted to
capture the moment, exactly as it was. He found a pencil on the desk, and
grabbed his notebook. He turned to the last page. Which felt like the first
page, in many ways. And he started to draw.


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I imagine this is where this particular story ends. Thanks, again, for all
the emails and encouragement. I hope you check out my other series and
stories.