Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 10:00:26 -0800 (PST)
From: BH
Subject: Six Guys, No Chaperone - 2

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"Unless you want to keep sketching," Ben said. He pulled down his underwear
slowly, and his cock sprang up.

Jeremy watched the senior boy's dick as it bobbed in front of him. He was
amazed by Ben's dark bush of hair, and how the cock head seemed to curve up
slightly, a little pearl of pre-cum forming at the tip. He'd never done
anything with a guy. And what he'd done with girls was minimal. Hands above
clothes, heavy kissing. He'd never had anyone naked in front of him.

As Ben stepped out of his underwear, Jeremy caught himself gawking.

"Our secret, promise?" Ben asked, as he started stroking. "You can't show
anyone the pictures. Okay? I'm serious."

Jeremy nodded, dumbly. He didn't know what was in this for Ben, now that
the portrait was over. Or why Ben trusted him. Did he seriously like
getting sketched this much? Or was Ben expecting something in return for
his modeling? Something Jeremy wasn't prepared to deliver.

"I'm not gay," Jeremy said, and immediately regretted it.

"Neither am I," Ben said. "Duh."

"Right, so this is practice," Jeremy said, his eyes glued to Ben's cock and
hand. "Like figure drawing."

"Yeah," Ben said. "Better than drawing the carpet all night." And the boys
chuckled awkwardly.

Ben fell back onto one of the beds. It felt hot to him, stroking it where
the other guys would be sleeping later. To have Jeremy's attention like
that.

"Feel free to pose me," he said, lifting his ass as he pumped upward. He
scooted his torso higher on the bed, so his feet were off the floor, and
then spread his legs wide, turning to face Jeremy. "How's this?"

It was dark in the room, except for the one lamp pointed away from them at
the chair. Ben's body was backlit. But Jeremy was already sketching. He
didn't care about the lighting. His eyes up and down the length of Ben's
legs and crotch. He captured all that he could before Ben moved again.
Turning toward Jeremy, his cock pointed straight at him. And so Jeremy
started anew, with a fresh outline in the corner of the page. Quick,
confident lines. He could fill some of the details in later by memory.

This is an exercise in speed, Jeremy convinced himself, though his own hard
cock was getting wet in his jeans. He could feel the slime building in his
underwear.

Suddenly Ben flipped up, so he was on his stomach. His pale, hairy ass
raised up. He put his face to the bedspread and stared at Jeremy's eyes,
how they studied his body. Ben stroked under his own weight, his pre-cum
leaking out of his hand onto the blanket. He didn't care what kind of mess
he was making. Hotel blankets have seen worse, after all.

"Are you enjoying this?" Ben asked. He wanted to hear Jeremy say it, for
him to admit he was aroused--though they both knew it. "Let me see," Ben
said.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Jeremy said, as he added detail to Ben's
hairy ass crash in the drawing. Shading the smooth curve of his ass cheeks.

"What deal? Come on, man. It's only fair." Ben pouted. He didn't feel like
himself. With his girlfriend he was always the masculine one, the aggressor
who took what he wanted. Lanie loved him to pin her down, to not take no
for an answer. Probably because she was older, and had more money. She was
more powerful, in truth. But Ben was strong and young, cocky in his
adolescent way. But here, with Jeremy, he heard himself whining for
Jeremy's involvement. He wanted to feel seductive.

Jeremy thought about it. He wanted to stroke too, to give his model what he
wanted. But he had also convinced himself that this was all an exercise, a
strange one-off event that was happening solely as a way to build his
skill. Of course deep down he recognized that it was more than that. But
taking his dick out made it feel all the more real. It meant admitting that
what was happening was about pleasure, too.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," Ben said. "Oh my god. I swear." It was what
Jeremy needed to hear.

"Better not," he said. "I'll ruin you," Jeremy told him. And it sounded hot
to Ben, hearing it. Jeremy had always been quiet. He was a good guy, and
smart. To hear that threatening tone in Jeremy's voice stirred something
deep in Ben. He moaned, closing his eyes as his head fell back. He imagined
what Jeremy could do. He could post the sketches online somewhere, or tape
them up all over school. Ben wouldn't have proof of Jeremy's cock being
out, not like Jeremy would. His cock pulsed in his hand at the idea of the
whole school seeing his hard dick. Teachers and parents hearing about
it. Maybe seeing the sketches too.

"I didn't know I was such a voyeur, fuck," Ben said. And he licked his
lips, opened his mouth wide and pumped his cock.

Jeremy enjoyed the show more, the sketchpad down. He enjoyed it
differently. Watching Ben, not trying to capture anything. To just be
there. Seeing it, and hearing it. Smelling the guy's musk taint the air.

"The room is going to smell like sex when the guys get back," Jeremy
warned, but it just made Ben hotter.

"Show me yours," Ben commanded. Jeremy stood up and unzipped his pants. He
pulled them down, then his underwear, showing the boy his own hard
cock. He'd been pooling with pre-cum for so long, it felt good to touch the
skin of his cock. There was a rope of slime as he pulled it out. And Ben
breathed heavy at the sight of it.

"Stroke with me?" Ben laid on his back, his head cocked to the side.
Watching Jeremy pull his pants further down and lift his shirt. Jeremy laid
back too, and soon the boys were on separate beds, watching each other's
cocks as they stroked hard.

"I wish you could sketch us both," Ben confessed.

"Maybe I will later," Jeremy said. He'd sketched from memory before many
times. It wouldn't be as accurate, but it was possible.

"Oh fuck," Ben said. "You can do that?" And Jeremy nodded. "Give it to me,
bro, if you do?"

Jeremy thought about it. Imagined the two of them back at school some day,
and Jeremy passing Ben a folded piece of paper. In it a drawing of the two
of them now. His heart raced because it felt dangerous. What were they
doing? He gasped at the thought of getting caught, and moaned with
excitement--which served to fuel Ben's own pleasure.

"Suck my dick," Ben begged. But Jeremy shook his head no. "Stroke me,
then?"

Jeremy took a deep breath. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

"I'll do you, then," Ben said. And when Jeremy didn't say no, Ben stood up
and moved onto the bed next to him. He laid there next to him for a minute,
just watching as Jeremy's whole body grew tense, unsure. They both stroked
slower. Breathed slower. Everything felt tentative, like they might both
stop.

But Ben didn't want to. He wanted to keep going. To feel Jeremy's cock and
bring the boy pleasure.

"You okay?" Ben asked, and when Jeremy nodded he smiled. "Good."

Ben switched which hand was holding his cock, so he could reach over.
Jeremy let go, and soon he could feel Ben's wet grip on his dick. Both boys
moaned together, loving it. They panted as Ben took control, turning to
look at each other's eyes. Their thrusts pushed in unison, strong and
steady.

Jeremy focused on Ben's hand, how big and warm it felt compared to his own.
Rough in a way, though it was slick. He thought of Ben's pre-cum, how he
was fucking Ben's goo. It was like he was touching Ben's cock already. And
so he too reached over, ready to give Ben a hand.

"Oh fuck yeah," Ben said as the sophomore reached for his throbbing cock.
He watched Jeremy's hand shake as he first touched the cock head, then
wrapping his fingers around it.

"You're so big," Jeremy said, which made Ben grunt. "I wish mine was thick
like this."

"Yours is perfect," Ben said. And without warning, Ben rolled toward Jeremy
and kissed him. He wasn't thinking. He just did it, because he wanted to.
And Jeremy let him. The boys pressed their bodies together as Ben rolled on
top of Jeremy, their tongues and chests and cocks touching. They kissed
hard, their bodies growing more slippery by the second.

Jeremy's sketch pad fell to the floor as he kicked off his pants. They had
been bunched at his ankles, binding his legs together. But now, he spread
his knees so that Ben could rest between them comfortably.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Ben said. And then he kissed Jeremy's
neck.

"Me neither," the boy said. Ben kissed down his throat, and sucked hard on
Jeremy's nipple. "Fuck."

Ben had done this with his girlfriend a hundred times, but it was different
with a guy's body. The nipples themselves were different, not to mention
the chest. The little hairs. Jeremy's skin tasted different. And felt
different. Thicker somehow, rougher than a girl's. Even though it was
smooth.

Ben moved further down, kissing Jeremy all over. Bellybutton and waist.
Jeremy knew he was about to get his first blowjob, and the idea brought him
to the edge. "Don't stroke me," he warned. "I'm so close."

"Good," Ben said, enjoying the power he had over him.

But as Ben's kisses continued down Jeremy's body, down his pelvis, Ben
skipped over his cock entirely. Soon his tongue and lips were wet against
the sophomore's balls. Licking and teasing the boy, Ben smiled to himself.

"What?" Jeremy gasped, enjoying it. "Oh God."

Ben let one of Jeremy's nuts into his mouth, sucking them each one by one
as the kid moaned. "I'm dying," Jeremy said. He was ready to cum. He had
never experienced delayed release, always having jerked himself off
quickly. "I'm gonna," he warned.

Ben was good with his tongue, and he knew it. He licked hard, but gently.
And then, sweeping his tongue further down, he started to lick below
Jeremy's nuts, down toward his ass. Ben could feel Jeremy tense,
unsure. But then he loosened back up, his body curious.

"Trust me," Ben assured him. And Jeremy groaned.

"Just suck me. I want to cum in your mouth."

But Ben continued to lap around Jeremy's hole. Until, all at once, he
pushed his tongue against it. Jeremy squirmed, but didn't stop him, so Ben
thrusted against it harder, taking turns lapping at it and digging in. He
could feel the boy's asshole loosening in his mouth, letting more and more
of his tongue in.

"I can't believe how good this feels," Jeremy said.

Ben crawled back up Jeremy's body to look him in the eyes. "You feel good,
huh?" He wanted to see him say it.

"Yeah," Jeremy blushed. And then Ben went down again, this time taking the
boy's cock in his mouth. He sucked on the head as Jeremy moaned, taking
more of it in slowly. Ben had always been curious what it would be like to
go down on a guy, and it was just as he had pictured it. Only oddly
sweeter, Jeremy thanking him under his breath.

Ben sucked him harder, and when he had gotten the hang of pleasuring a cock
with his mouth, he reached back down to Jeremy's hole, and started to rub
it with his fingers.

"Oh fuck me," Jeremy gasped. But it wasn't what he meant! He wasn't ready
to get fucked. It was an expression. An exclamation. "No, don't," he
said. But oh, how good it felt with Ben's mouth on his cock and his hands
massaging him like that.

"I'm just playing with it," Ben said gently. And then he continued.

If Jeremy really wanted him to stop, Ben would. But until he said so, he
would keep going.

Ben ground his own hard cock into Jeremy's shin as he worked the boy over.
He wanted to get sucked too, to have his own hole played with. Maybe more.
But he felt relatively patient, having had sex before--even if it wasn't
with a guy. And so he took his pleasure by pleasuring Jeremy, by showing
him what was possible, how to make someone feel good.

Ben's tongue circled Jeremy's cock head as he bobbed up and down, faster.
Suddenly he wanted to take all of it in his mouth. He tried, but he gagged,
having to pull off entirely to catch his breath.

"You okay?" Jeremy asked, concerned.

"Yeah, sorry," Ben said, laughing at himself.

"You're like crazy good, by the way," Jeremy said. "Are you sure this is
your first time too? I don't believe you."

Ben kissed Jeremy on the stomach. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just a natural, I
guess." And then he got back to work.

Jeremy felt Ben's fingers return to massage his hole. He spread his legs
wider, trusting him. Feeling it too, Ben put a fingertip in, just a little,
and wiggled it. Jeremy groaned. He pushed the finger in more, only
slightly. And again, Jeremy opened to the sensation.

"Lift your knees," he said to the boy, and Jeremy did. Looking at Ben
wildly in the eyes.

Ben sucked his thumb a second, and then looked down at Jeremy's asshole.
Gently, but forcefully, he pushed his thumb into his ass, watching his face
as Jeremy took it. He stroked the boy hard, watching him squirm every time
he moved the finger.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Jeremy said, all of a sudden.

"Do you want me to?" Ben said, 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.