Date: Mon, 6 Jan 2014 08:33:55 -0800 (PST)
From: BH
Subject: Six Guys, No Chaperone - Part 5

"Mr. P!" Jeremy said, loud enough for the guys in the bathroom to hear.

"You can call me Shane. I'm your new chaperone."

-

Luke scrambled to get up. The freshman's pale skin was flush with heat from
the tub, water trailing down his smooth body and dripping all over on the
bathroom floor. He hurried for a towel, pushing Ben practically into the
sink.

The senior couldn't believe Mrs. P would volunteer her husband, and that
the stranger would intrude on their room like that, without any
warning. Ben had met with his teacher earlier in the day, and she hadn't
mentioned it. In fact, she had told Ben she trusted him, and that she'd
talk to him later about her decision. And yet, here was their new
chaperone.

Luke's hard dick tented the towel as he dried his chest, then pits. Ben
stared absentmindedly as Luke dried his arms and groin. And then bent over
in a rush to dry his legs. Ben couldn't take his eyes off of him, and yet
it wasn't the boy's ass he was thinking about. Did the fact that her
husband was there mean that Mrs. P no longer trusted Ben? Was he in some
kind of trouble?

"Mr. P? I mean, Shane. Sir?" Jeremy asked the man. "Can you come back in,
like, five minutes? It's kind of a wreck. We weren't expecting you."

The man looked nothing like Mrs. P. He was big and brawny, with a dark
brown beard and severe eyes. Mrs. P was a sweet woman, with a constant
smile and bright blue eyes. Jeremy could imagine her in a soap commercial,
smiling down into a sink full pots and pans.

Shane pushed his way into the room. He had two bags, exactly the same. Both
long and smaller around than a duffle bag. He set them down by the foot of
the bed with a clang. Whatever was in there was made of metal.

"There's nothing in here I haven't seen, boy," the man said to Jeremy, and
then looked around, as if to survey the damage. Walker's clothes were all
over his bed. And there were chip bags and empty soda cans. Nothing
incriminating. Jeremy saw his sketch book and hurried to pick it up.

"What's that?" Shane reached for it, but Jeremy held it to his chest.

"It's personal," Jeremy said, but he knew that he'd piqued the man's
curiosity. Jeremy turned to a page with an innocent drawing, a sketch of a
dandelion puff he'd seen growing out of a sidewalk crack. He'd sketched it
a month ago, waiting for the bus. Jeremy held it up to show Shane. Then he
turned the page to show him the next drawing. It was of Jeremy's brother
standing up on a swing.

Shane reached again for the sketchbook, but Jeremy held it tight.

"Talented kid," the man said. Jeremy hadn't been called a kid in years. He
almost laughed, but he managed to keep a straight face.

Suddenly Ben appeared from the bathroom. He was fully dressed, didn't look
weird at all except for a slight bulge he believed wasn't noticeable. He
stepped forward and extended his hand to Shane. The two shook hands, and
introduced themselves. Shane looked down at their handshake. Ben's hands
were wet.

"Just washed them," he said, pointing to the bathroom door. "So, should we
find Mrs. P and tell her you're here?" Ben started for the door, hoping
Shane would follow.

"She knows I'm here," the man said. "Where are the rest of you
troublemakers? I don't want to have to give my speech twice."

"Speech?" Ben asked. "Are we in trouble?"

"Like I said," Shane said, sounding very serious. "I don't like to repeat
myself. Where are the other guys?"

"I'll get them, Sir," Ben said, and then left the room in a hurry.

Shane shook his head and then looked Jeremy up and down.

"Do I look like a 'Sir' to you?" the man asked the sophomore. Jeremy
nodded, though he knew it wasn't what Shane wanted to hear. "Shit," he
said. "This is why I'm not a teacher."

"What are you?" Jeremy asked, and Shane explained that he was a foreman for
a construction crew.

"I keep fools in line for a living, so don't test me."

"No, Sir," Jeremy said, and Shane rolled his eyes.

Ben opened the door and entered the room, followed by Walker, Tommy, and
BJ. Shane waved for them to come in, closer.

"Is this everyone?" Shane asked, counting. The guys shook their heads no,
and then Luke appeared from the bathroom, dressed, but in wet clothes. His
hair was still damp. Shane looked at him, confused, and then looked at Ben,
like he was piecing something together. Then, without skipping a beat, he
asked again. "Now is this everyone?"

The boys nodded.

"I'm Shane Penwasczyk, your new chaperone. Call me Shane. Not Mr. P, not
Sir. Just Shane. Got that?" He asked and the gang all nodded. "I'm here,
because you assholes can't keep your shit together for one night."

BJ snickered at the sound of the adult cursing. Even their coach didn't
cuss when he was mad. But Shane gave BJ a look that shut him up real
quick. Shane didn't think it was funny, and the boys knew it.

"Whose bright idea was it to charge porn to the room last night?" Shane
asked, as if he was embarrassed for the guys, like it was pathetic. "Don't
you have phones? Or laptops? And didn't you know you'd be caught?" He said,
looking straight at Walker. "Or were you maybe a little more tipsy than you
told Kimberly?"

"Who's Kimberly?" Tommy said.

"Mrs. P," Ben told Tommy, and then BJ looked at the man, like he was
finally putting it together that Shane and Mrs. P were married.

"Look, I don't give a shit," Shane said, not like he was trying to sound
cool, but like he truly didn't care about the guys' wellbeing. "I don't
care what you do, so long as I don't get in trouble with my wife. These are
vacation days I'm using on your sorry asses, so take it easy on me and stay
out of trouble." Shane looked around, making eye contact with each one of
them. "Who sleeps where?"

Ben pointed to his bed. "I'm here," he said.

"Me too," Jeremy said.

"I thought we were mixing it up tonight," Walker said, giving the sophomore
a knowing look.

"Me too," Luke said without skipping a beat, as if the guys had all
discussed it. He didn't look at Ben, but Shane did. Jeremy raised his
eyebrow at the freshman. The kid winked at him and smirked, in response.

"Wait, you're going to give up your bed, Walker?" Tommy asked, all
suspicious. And suddenly the guys started to talk over one another,
debating who should sleep where.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Luke said. "I'm just saying that right
now."

"No one is sleeping on the floor," Shane said, louder than anyone. He
kicked one of his bags with a clang. "I brought two cots," he said. "I'll
sleep on one. You turds can fight over the other. Everyone else is
sharing."

The guys all looked at each other. "Where will you set them up?" Walker
asked. The floor of the room was a mess, clothes everywhere.

"Good question!" Shane said, with mock enthusiasm. "You pigs are going to
clean up this shit hole. You're going to put your clothes where it belongs,
in these drawers or in your bags. And then once the floors are clear,
assemble the cots here and here," Shane explained, pointing to the spaces
between the beds. "That way, there will be a nice, clear walkway. How does
that sound?"

The guys looked around at each other. Especially Jeremy, Ben, and Luke.

"Don't worry," Shane said. "The cots won't be in your way."

But that's exactly where they'd be. Right in the way, dividing one bed from
another. And Ben knew it.

"You have ten minutes to clean this place up," Shane commanded. "Don't let
me down, ladies." And then he left the room, closing the door assertively
behind him.

"What the fuck was that?" Walker said to Ben. "I thought you convinced
her?!"

"So did I!" Ben said with a shrug. Walker could tell that Ben looked
worried. "I guess that was before she found the porn, asshole."

"Oh, whatever," the jock said, then. "It's not like it was crazy porn. That
was some pretty tame stuff."

Luke started tidying his area, and so did Jeremy. Ben searched around the
bed for his things, but everything was mostly in his bag. The mess was
mostly Walker's and Tommy's. Even BJ had kept his bag together.

"I guess we won't be partying tonight," BJ said. "This sucks."

"We'll see," Walker said, pushing the last of his mess into his bag with
one big fist just as Shane returned to set up the cots.



That night, after a long day of visiting with printers with Mrs. P, the
guys headed back to their hotel room. Mrs. P had kissed her husband
goodnight, and Shane told her not to worry.

"These guys are in good hands," he said. "See you early in the morning,
honey."

BJ claimed the cot between Walker and Tommy. He laid back on it, going on
and on about how much more comfortable the cot was than the floor.

Shane sat reading email on his phone while the guys fought over the remote
to the TV, no one agreeing on what to watch.

"No porn tonight, boys," Shane reminded them, and the group groaned in
agreement. Then Shane started to put his shoes back on. "Can I trust you
guys alone here for a few hours?" Shane asked.

"Where are you going?" Walker asked.

"I'm going to go out for a night cap. I'll be back before you know it," he
said.

"You can't just leave us here," BJ told the chaperone, but Walker shut the
kid up real quick.

"See ya," the jock said, happy to be rid of the adult for an hour or more.

"If my wife calls, tell her I'm in the shower, and give me a call," Shane
said. "My number's on the table there," he said.

And then Shane was gone. Just like that. Having barely slept the night
before, Jeremy felt ready to crash. Yet suddenly the guys were all wide
awake, eager to get into some trouble.

"Let's order room service," BJ said.

"This hell hole doesn't have room service, Dawg," Tommy said. "Plus we just
ate."

Walker looked over at Ben and Jeremy. The guys were whispering to each
other, with Luke hovering close by.

"What do you pussies want to do?" Walker asked them, but they ignored
him. Jeremy was the only one to look up, but he didn't answer. He just
looked Walker in the eyes, meeting his gaze.

"They don't want to do shit. Just like last night," Tommy said. He didn't
seem to know what Ben and Jeremy did, and Walker liked it that way. At
least for a while.

"Let's get out of here," Walker said, standing up. "Let's go back to that
bar."

"But Mr. P is there," Luke said.

"You mean 'Shane?'" Ben reminded him, and they all laughed.

"I hate that he makes us call him that. Like he's one of us," BJ said, but
everyone ignored him.

"Who cares that he's there? You think he's going to tell on us to Mrs. P?
He'd be in as much trouble as we would." Walker was making a lot of sense
to Jeremy. He was making a lot of sense to everyone.

"That's true," the sophomore said. Ben agreed.

"Let's do it, then," Tommy said. "What's he going to do?"

The high school boys showed up to the bar. When they walked in, the place
was empty. The few customers there looked up at the young guys, including
Shane. Their chaperone pretended not to know them, just as Walker
predicted.

"Do you have whipped cream?" Walker asked the bartender, and the bartender
nodded. "Blow jobs all around," Walker said. "And I'll have a Guiness."

"Six blow jobs and a Guiness?" The bartender repeated the order. Walker
nodded.

"What's a blow job?" BJ asked, and all the guys laughed at him, even Shane,
from across the bar.

"It's a shot. You'll like it," Walker said, slapping BJ on the back.

Soon, the bartender was pouring six identical shooters, each with a flower
of whipped cream on top.

Jeremy reached for the shot in front of him and Walker slapped the boy's
hand. "Wait, not so fast," he said. "It's a blow job shot. Just your
mouth."

Walker demonstrated for the guys. He leaned forward, putting his lips wide
around the shot glass, and shooting it back using only his mouth.

"I give blow jobs with hand," Jeremy said to Walker. The guys laughed,
except for Tommy.

"What the fuck did that fag say?" Tommy said to BJ.

"However you give it is fine," Walker said, slapping Jeremy on the back
then.

All at once, the boys took their shots. Tommy and BJ tried their best to
look like Walker, but somehow they ended up with Bailey's and Kahlua
running down their necks. Ben picked his up, like a cheater. And Luke and
Jeremy treated the whole thing like a competition, each trying to mime the
more realistic blow job for Walker.

At one point, letting the shot glass deep in his mouth, Jeremy looked down
at Walker's bulge. The senior jock was enjoying the show. Still leaning
over the bar, Jeremy met Walker's eye and winked. Walker raised an eyebrow
to the sophomore and widened his stance.

Jeremy looked over at Shane. Mrs. P's husband was watching him too. When
Jeremy looked at him, though, he looked away in a hurry.

Jeremy blushed at the thought of Mrs. P finding out about the blow job
shots. Or worse.

"Do you want to play pool with me?" Ben asked Jeremy.

"I'm not very good," Jeremy said, looking back at Walker.

"Sure he does," Walker said, pushing Jeremy toward Ben. "Play pool with
your boyfriend," he said.

"Cut it out," Ben said.

"Wait, you're not together? Or are you?"

"Seriously, man. Stop it now." Ben said, stepping up to Walker.

"I'm going to take that as a no," Walker said. "Cool. Just checking."

"Come on," Ben said, wanting Jeremy to follow him.

"I really suck at it," Jeremy told him. "I don't want to."

"I'll coach you, bro," Walker said, putting his hands on the sophomore's
shoulders. Giving them a squeeze. "Let's kick your not-boyfriend's ass."

Jeremy followed Ben to the pool tables, and Walker followed Jeremy. The
seniors explained the rules of the game, but Jeremy was distracted. Ben was
giving him eyes, like they should try to escape Walker. But the jock was
making his own eyes at Jeremy whenever Ben wasn't looking. He locked eyes
with Jeremy hard, softening them with a little smirk.

Walker took a spare pool queue from the rack and demonstrated the proper
way to hold it. Ben rolled his eyes, until Walker was leaning over the
table as if to take a shot. Then even Ben couldn't help but stare at his
classmate's hunky ass.

Walker knew what he was doing. Jeremy was beaming, Ben fuming. And soon
Jeremy was playing like a champ. He put away two balls in a row when Walker
called the next game.

"I play winner," he said, watching Jeremy take his turn to lean over the
table, reaching for his next shot. Ben nursed his beer, continuing to watch
Mr. P and the rest of the gang at the bar. The place was getting pretty
busy. BJ was getting loud, telling jokes to the bartender's
girlfriend. Tommy was onto his third drink already. And by the end of
Jeremy's first game of pool the bar was packed enough that Ben couldn't see
the group from the table.

"We should hang with the gang," Ben said, after he won.

"I called next game, bro," Walker insisted.

"I'm not up for another," Ben told him, heading to find the guys. Walker
looked at Jeremy, and the sophomore agreed to play.

"Take it easy on me, though," Jeremy said. He was finally alone with
Walker, the two of them feeling tipsy.

"I'll be gentle," the jock said. It made Jeremy's crotch tingle, and his
mind wander. He pictured Walker pinning him down, gently, the weight of a
man pressing down on him. He pictured Walker's eyes and mouth as the jock
gently pushed a finger into his hole. The idea was enough to make Jeremy
plump, right there at the pool table.

But before they could start their game, Shane came over.

"We're out," the man said, stroking his dark beard. "Come on. Before you
get in trouble."

"You'd be in as much trouble as me," Walker tested. Shane laughed, putting
his hand on the jock's shoulder.

"I don't think so, kid," Shane answered. Walker pushed his hand away.

Shane walked away, having given his warning. He led the group out, and
Walker and Jeremy followed.

The bartender called after Walker. "You guys should come tomorrow night!
Best night of the week!" Walker raised his chin in response. "I'll be sure
to get some more whipped cream," the bartender added. Walker could hear
some of the guys at the bar murmuring something. He wanted to step up to
each of them, ask what was so funny. But his chaperone was there, and he
didn't want to cause any trouble. So he let it go.

The boys started to walk toward the highway, assuming they'd all be walking
again.

"Where are you going?" Shane called after them. He had driven, and was
standing by his hot red car. "You'll fit," he said.

"Shotgun!" BJ said, running up to the front. But Walker opened the door to
the car first, and started to climb in the front seat.

"Sorry, man," Shane said. "Car Rules."

"Seriously?" Walker asked, looking at BJ. He thought BJ would know his
place, and hold back. If Walker wanted the front seat, he would get it.

Fuck "Car Rules," he thought.

But BJ took shot gun. After all, he'd called it. And so the other five guys
piled into the backseat, Luke on Ben's lap, Jeremy on Walker's, with Tommy
oblivious in the middle, singing along to radio.

Walker put his big hands on Jeremy's waist and shifted how the sophomore
was sitting. Jeremy looked back to catch Ben's eye, but he was laughing
with Luke about something. Suddenly, Jeremy didn't feel so guilty. He was
already hard in his pants, and from the feeling below him Walker was
getting there too. He felt the jock's hand rest on the small of his upper
leg. Suddenly the senior's other hand was sweeping across his lap as Walker
put his arm around Jeremy. Walker's thumb grazed the head of Jeremy's dick
as he did it. Walker chuckled, wanting the boy to know he'd felt it. Then
suddenly something twitched under Jeremy's ass. And Walker chuckled again.

It sent a shiver up Jeremy's spine. He thought of the night before,
pictured Walker's hard dick, lit by the television. The look on his
handsome face as he stroked it proudly. Walker had known the boy was
watching, and he didn't mind. In fact, it had fueled how sexy Walker
felt. And now here they were, the jock showing off again, his big cock
swollen under the sophomore's ass, and Jeremy hard too.

Walker shifted in his seat again, moving Jeremy too so that the boy's ass
crack was resting on his thick shaft.

"You guys need to stop wiggling around," Tommy said impatiently. Shane
looked back in the rearview mirror at Ben and Luke. Jeremy turned to look
back at Ben again, but all he could see was Luke blushing.

"It's not us, it's the car!" He said, clearly tipsy.

Jeremy could feel Walker's slow grind. He pressed hard into Jeremy, pulling
the boy's ass down with his big arm. Suddenly Walker's forearm was rubbing
on Jeremy's own dick.

Just as Walker started to pick up pace, the car was pulling into the hotel
parking lot.

"You guys better be quite. I mean SILENT," Shane warned.

The gang climbed out of the car. Walker and Jeremy adjusted their hard-ons,
hoping they weren't noticeable as they walked quietly to their room. Once
everyone was inside and the door was shut, the boys settled into the
room. BJ, still riding high from riding shotgun, claimed a bed for himself.

"I slept on the floor last night, dude. I don't want no cot."

"Yeah, who is sleeping where? You're 'mixing it up' tonight, right?" Shane
asked, looking at Walker and then Ben.

"I'm fine where I am," Ben said. He waited for Jeremy to say the same.

"I need to be closer to the bathroom tonight," Luke said, reaching for an
excuse to be in the first bed with Ben.

Walker was staring at Jeremy. Jeremy was studying Shane's face. The
chaperone didn't seem comfortable with Ben and Luke sharing a bed. Though
he didn't say it outright.

"BJ should get a bed tonight," the man said.

"I'll take the cot, then," Walker said. But Shane shook his head no.

"You're sharing tonight, big boy. Everyone takes a turn."

"What?" Walker didn't like Shane called the shots, suddenly. The guys could
work it out on their own.

"Ben, why don't you take the other cot?" Shane said. It was a
suggestion. And Ben knew that he didn't really have a choice. He moved to
the cot between Walker and Tommy's beds.

Luke moved to where Ben had been. He was a little drunk. Not as bad as the
previous night, but bad enough to kiss Jeremy's cheek. Only Walker saw it.

"Sweet," Tommy said, laying back in the newly empty bed. "All to myself?
Thank you."

"Actually," Shane said. "I think BJ should get to sleep alone
tonight. Since you all took advantage of him yesterday."

"Took advantage? Bitch passed out on the floor! That's not my fault." Tommy
argued.

"Shhh," Shane said. "It's done."

"Fuck this shit," Tommy said, looking over at Walker. "I guess it's us,
bro." Tommy shook his head. How were the two biggest guys in the room going
to fit on that little hotel mattress?

"No, man," Walker said. "Can't happen. Shane, look at this. I need all of
this space man." Walker gestured to the space around him on the bed. "I'm
not being greedy, bro. I swear. Tommy here is just to big."

Shane knew Walker was right. They shouldn't be expected to cram onto one
small bed while little BJ sleeps alone, and the two only underclassmen
share the other.

"Jeremy," Shane said, and the boy jumped at the sound of the man's gruff
voice saying his name.

"Sir?"

"You're with Walker," he said. "Tommy's with Luke."

"But I've already shared with Tommy," Luke said, like the situation wasn't
fair.

"So?" Shane said, having grown impatient with the process. "This isn't a
square dance, princess. You don't get to bunk with every boy, one by one."

Luke's face turned bright red. Jeremy moved his stuff over by Walker's
while Tommy pushed Luke over to make some room for him. Ben scowled at
Walker, and Jeremy saw it. Shane looked around, happy the guys were
settling down. He turned the lights out.

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."