After the early group left, BJ kept an eye on Luke as the freshman continued to dance on stage. A few other guys were giving Luke all the attention he wanted. And a few others watched the action from afar.
One man approached BJ, asking if he was alone.
"Nah, man," BJ told the guy. "With friends." The guy followed BJ's gaze, looking back at the stage.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked BJ.
"For what?"
BJ wasn't trying to be off-putting, but he wasn't comfortable either. He gave the guy a skeptical look, and in response the man rolled his eyes.
"You look a little young," the man said.
BJ didn't know if he wanted company or not, or if the man was even coming on to him. Though he assumed he was.
"Is that your friend?" The man asked, watching Luke.
"Yeah," BJ told him.
"Friend with benefits?"
BJ shook his head, not looking the man in the eyes. He didn't want the guy to walk away, and yet he couldn't bring himself to flirt back.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not gay," BJ blurted out. But as soon as he said it, he regretted it.
"Me neither," the man said. "I just like what I like."
BJ looked up at the man. He had red curly hair and glasses. There was nothing intimidating or scary about him. In fact, when the man smiled he looked young too, though BJ suspected he was older--old enough to be there, anyway. To drink legally.
"Me too," BJ said. He shrugged, and it felt like a confession. It being the most he'd ever told anyone about his sexuality.
"I'm Teddy," the curly haired man told BJ. They shook hands. Teddy leaned his back against the wall, next to BJ. They watched Luke together.
BJ made up a fake name, lying to the man. "I'm not from here," he said, though that part was true.
"Hot," Teddy groaned, crossing his arms in front of him, staring forward at the stage. "No consequences, then. You'll never see me again." He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, yet his upper arms were pale. He looked like everyone BJ knew. And yet he didn't know Teddy. He was sure of it.
"I guess," BJ said, realizing it was true. He wouldn't likely see the guy again. He checked Teddy out, thinking he wouldn't notice. BJ let his eyes trail down from Teddy's eyes, to his mouth. And then from his chin to his Adam's apple. BJ scanned down Teddy's slender chest and crossed, freckled arms.
Teddy scanned BJ too, and when BJ looked back up at the guy's face he noticed he was staring at the bulge in BJ's jeans, a far-off look on his face.
BJ could smell the man's musk. The longer Teddy stood next to him, the stronger the smell seemed, and the more intoxicated BJ felt. His dick got harder in his jeans, and the man seemed to notice.
"You smell good," BJ muttered, and the man smiled.
"Think so?" Teddy asked. He uncrossed his arms, exposing one of his pits. "I didn't shower today. I guess some boys are into that."
BJ shrugged, embarrassed. And yet he took a long, steady sniff. He leaned in slightly, his eyes closed.
"Damn," BJ said. "You smell like me."
Teddy wasn't as shy as BJ. He leaned to sniff the boy's neck, nuzzling his nose right against his skin. And then burrowed slightly into BJ's tight arm pit.
"Nice," the guy said. "Strong."
"I showered, though," BJ said. "Guess I'm just, you know, virile."
"Guess so." Teddy said it, staring again at BJ's crotch. "Seems that way."
He raised his arm, opening his pit wide for the boy. "It's all yours, kid." BJ sniffed the air deep, his heart pounding. He leaned in slow, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that they weren't, he went for it, pushing is face right into the guy's hot pit. The damp, curly hair grazed BJ's nose as he sniffed up and down the length of Teddy's pit. The smell was sharp, manly. BJ had never smelled anything like it.
"Oh fuck," BJ groaned, pulling away.
"You don't have to stop," Teddy said.
"Trust me, I do."
Teddy smiled, suddenly as hard as BJ was. He reached for BJ's hand and moved it to his own crotch. But BJ pulled his hand away.
"I'm not..."
"Sure," Teddy said. "Just thought you'd like the way the rest of me smells."
BJ's face flooded with what looked like pain, though in fact what he was feeling was quite the opposite. He desperately wanted to take Teddy up on the offer. And yet, his face flushed red. He wanted suddenly to leave, to join Walker and the rest of the early group.
He looked up at the stage. Luke was gone. And no one had seem Tommy in quite a while. For all BJ knew, they had all left him on accident.
Teddy watched as BJ looked all around.
"Lose your friend?" he said, and BJ nodded. He looked lost.
"Let's go find him," Teddy said. And with that, he took BJ by the hand and led him toward the backstage door. It led to a dark hallway.
All around them, men were standing in the dark. Some of them were kissing, others getting blown. Men were kneeling to feed at one another's laps. A dozen or more men looked up as Teddy and BJ pushed their way into the dark. BJ started to pull away, to turn back to the stage door. But Teddy held his hand tight. Suddenly the scent of it all hit BJ's nostrils. The musk of countless men mixed in the air and went straight to BJ's head.
BJ gasped, then asked if Teddy saw Luke come back there. Suddenly he thought the man had led him back for another reason. He wondered if Luke was somewhere in the mix of bodies. And if Tommy was too.
Teddy pulled BJ along by his hand as they slipped deeper into the dark, their eyes adjusting. And the further they got from the stage, the more overwhelming the smell of it all became to the teenager. Until all of a sudden, something changed in BJ.
The early group got back to the hotel room. Walker and Ben had argued most of the way, drunk and cocky. Shane and Jeremy had been uninterested in taking sides. But now that they were back at the room, Shane did his best to break up the argument.
"Dudes," he said. "You know how petty you both sound? It's all in the past."
"Would be, if Ben would just shut up about it."
"You're the one who stole the drawing, bitch. Obsessed much?"
"Who you calling bitch, bitch?" Walker puffed his chest out, suddenly ready to fight Ben again.
"Break it up, seriously," Shane said. He made the seniors sit on the bed, not looking at each other. And then he lectured them about keeping their voices down.
Meanwhile, Jeremy sat on the far bed with his sketchbook. He blocked out everything the guys were saying, focusing instead on a new drawing.
"It's clear to me that you two have unresolved tension," Shane said.
"Fuck you," Walker said to Shane. And yet when he looked back at Ben, the two gave each other a look. Shane could see that they were still attracted to each other.
"I just want to know why he did it," Ben said. "Why he stole the sketch."
"Whatever," Walker said. He rolled his eyes. "I owe Jeremy an explanation, not you."
Jeremy looked up from his sketching long enough to see the jock's pleading eyes. But he wasn't interested in hearing Walker's excuses. He was tired of the two arguing.
Walker walked over to Jeremy, pushing past Shane.
"I was jealous," Walker said. Jeremy ignored him. He continued sketching. "I can admit it. I was jealous that you liked Ben. And that you drew him. That's why I asked you to sketch me, bro. When we... You know."
Jeremy didn't look up, but he knew what Walker was referring to. When the jock had fucked him in the bathroom the night before, he asked the sophomore to draw it for him later. And Jeremy intended to. But there hadn't been time for Jeremy to draw it. Or privacy. And now Jeremy wasn't sure he trusted either of them.
Walker looked down at the sketch forming in Jeremy's lap. It was of Tommy, on stage, his big cock oozing pre-cum through his pant leg, a drunk and lusty look on his face.
"You'll sketch Tommy, but not me?" Walker asked, flicking the page.
Ben and Shane laughed. Walker was honestly upset, too tipsy to hold back his disappointment. He was acting like a spoiled brat, and everyone knew it but him.
"Aw, poor Walker. Not the center of attention for once?" Ben said. But Shane shushed him.
Walker sat next to Jeremy, putting his arm around him. Jeremy could smell the alcohol on him. He stopped sketching, afraid to mess the whole thing up.
"Want me to sketch you now?" the boy said. He wasn't serious. He was simply trying to shut Walker up. But when the senior jock said yes, and immediately stood, starting to strip, Jeremy laughed.
"Come on," Shane said. "Walker, put your shirt back on." But he ignored the man, pulling everything off but his tight briefs. And then he flopped onto the middle bed.
"Maybe we should give them some alone time," Ben said to Shane. But it was really Jeremy who he hoped would hear it. Ben wanted the sophomore to tell Walker no, that he wouldn't sketch him after all. He wanted what had happened between him and Jeremy to be theirs alone. And for Jeremy to want that too.
But when Jeremy flipped to a new page in the sketchbook, Ben knew he wasn't about to get his way.
"You guys can stay," Jeremy said. But he was locking eyes with Walker. "I'll draw you too."
Shane walked over to sit in the chair in the corner, behind Jeremy.
"I can't be in it," Shane insisted.
Walker laid on his side, flexing his muscles for Jeremy. Ben stood, feeling deflated. Still, he watched as Jeremy positioned Walker's arm further up.
Shane checked his phone, barely looking up at first. But once Jeremy started sketching Walker, the man couldn't help but watch Jeremy's work. He was fascinated by the boy's talent.
Shane turned the chair to get a better view, and then watched as the drawing came together. Walker licked his lips, drunkenly eye fucking Jeremy every time the sophomore looked up.
Ben texted BJ and the others, but got no answer.
After a long while, Ben huffed. "Done yet?" But it took Jeremy a long time to answer.
"He has a lot of hair," Jeremy said quietly, taking care to make the sketch look as lifelike as possible.
"And that's with my underwear ON," Walker said, laughing at himself. Then he started to pull down his briefs, revealing his dark bush of pubes. Shane looked up in time to see the fat shaft of the jock's rock-hard cock. Walker was beyond turned on from being sketched.
"You're going to mess me up," Jeremy said, suddenly. "Stop moving." And Walker's underwear snapped back into place.
"Next one will be nude," Walker said, and Ben groaned.
"The guys will be back soon, I'm sure," the other senior said. He looked at Shane, hoping the chaperone would agree. But the man was mindlessly watching as Jeremy sketched, his eyes fixed to the page.
"Then they can be in the sketch too," Walker said. "Worshiping my cock."
Jeremy laughed. But he had started to get turned on by his own sketching too. When Walker said it, Jeremy couldn't help but picture the scene: Walker sitting up, his thick muscled legs spread. With Luke and BJ and Ben posing too, all of them drooling over the jock's dripping cock. Maybe even Tommy, depending on how drunk he was.
Jeremy adjusted himself under the sketchbook, and as he moved the page he turned to look at Shane. The gruff man grinned through his dark beard. Jeremy glanced at Shane's crotch, hoping to catch him aroused too. But when his eyes flashed to Shane's crotch, the man's hand was in the way. All Jeremy could see before he looked away were Shane's hairy knuckles.
Jeremy wanted the next sketch to be of their chaperone. But he didn't know how to ask. And he knew Shane would never go for it.
Ben moved to sit next to Jeremy. He wanted to see the sketch, too. But as Ben sat, it shook Jeremy's page.
"You're too close," he told Ben, gesturing for him to sit farther away, explaining that he needs his space. Walker gave Ben a smirk. Then, with Jeremy and Ben both looking at him--and Shane staring at the sketch--Walker suddenly reached to pull his underwear off. His big cock slapping his stomach as it sprung up.
Walker watched Ben's face the whole time. He started to stroke his dick, naked in front of the three clothed guys.
"Mr. P," Ben said. But Shane didn't stop it. Jeremy turned to a fresh blank page, adjusting himself again under the sketchbook.
Jeremy looked, and sure enough Ben was aroused too. When their eyes met, Ben gave Jeremy an apologetic look. He seemed powerless, deflated. But why? Was he really that bothered that Jeremy was sketching Walker too? Ben, who probably lied when he said he had broken up with his girlfriend?
"How do you want me?" Walker said, stroking slowly.
"Lay on your back," Ben said, before Jeremy had a chance. But the sophomore agreed, nodding. And Walker laid on his back, his thick cock sticking straight up, looking huge. He turned his hot face toward Jeremy.
Jeremy was about to start when Ben suddenly reached his hand into his pants. He moaned quietly as he touched himself, watching Walker. The jock pretended not to notice, but Jeremy could see his cock twitch. Walker knew what he was doing. Pre-cum ran down the jock's fat head, forming a clear line down to his hand.
Ben stood, pulling his own shirt off. And then pulled his pants down too. The outline of his own hard dick visible through his boxer briefs. Shane didn't say anything. And neither did Jeremy.
"No, bro. It's still my turn," Walker said, holding his pose. But before anyone knew what was happening, Ben was kneeling between the jock's legs, leaning to lick the line of pre-cum.
Shane groaned at the sight. Jeremy could hear the older man's deep voice catch in his throat. He turned to look Shane in the eyes, and then glanced again at the man's lap. This time, he could see that Shane was hard. And, seeing Jeremy look, he leaned back in the chair, giving the boy a better view.
"Aw, Benny," Walker moaned. "I miss your mouth, bro." And with that, Ben took the head of Walker's cock between his lips. Jeremy didn't wait another second before starting his sketch, rushing to capture the desperation on the guys' faces. Walker practically panted for Ben, staring at him with nostalgia in his eyes. And Ben, with his eyes closed, sucked hard on wet on Walker's long cock.
Jeremy wasn't upset, he realized. In fact, he was oddly relieved. If the past few days had taught him anything, it was that he still had his own stuff to figure out.
Shane scooted his chair even closer. Watching intently as Jeremy drew the scene in front of them both. Out of the corner of his eyes, Jeremy could see the outline of his chaperone's cock, big and thick in his pants. The boy drew quickly, but then would pause to watch the man's cock twitch.
"Fucking hot, man," Shane said. His voice sounding warm and friendly. Shane unbuttoned his pants, sliding a hairy hand under the waistband of his underwear.
Jeremy was getting too hard to continue drawing. Not with the sketchbook in his lap, anyway. He could feel his own pre-cum pooling in his underwear. He wanted, more than anything, to stroke alongside Shane. More, if the man would let him.
"Don't stop drawing," Shane said to Jeremy. He was whimpering, begging. Jeremy looked the man hard in the eyes, savoring Shane's apparent pleasure at watching him. He moved the sketchbook to the arm of Shane's chair, so it was between the two of them. And then Jeremy unzipped his own pants.
With one hand holding his pencil and the other fishing through his fly, Jeremy did his best to keep drawing. His eyes darted up and down Walker's body, and all along Ben's as well. Jeremy filled the drawing in the best he could. But his actual attention was on Shane's straight cock, buried in the man's lap under layers of clothes.
"It's looking kind of sloppy," Shane said to Jeremy, smiling. Jeremy blushed, gazing again at the man's lap.
"I'm distracted," he confessed. Shane looked at Ben. His lips were wrapped tightly around Walker's meat, his head bobbing up and down. The man looked back at Jeremy, seeming surprised that the boy was still fixated on his own lap, especially with such a hot couple going at it right in front of them.
Shane blushed too, sitting up to undo his own pants. He pulled them down, revealing an old jock. The man's uncut cock stuck out the side, curving upward.
"Now I'm going to be real distracted," Jeremy said, no longer caring about the sketch.
"Come on," Shane said. "I like watching you draw."
It gave Jeremy an idea. He looked at Walker and Ben. They were lost in themselves. Suddenly, the sophomore switched to another clean page. Focusing his full attention on Shane's dick, Jeremy started to sketch the man's lap. Close up, and in full detail.
Shane moaned, pulling back his foreskin. He stared at the page, watching as his own dick came to life, line by line, curve by curve. Occasionally, Jeremy took a second to stroke himself. And as he did, Shane watched.
Ben crawled up Walker's body, straddling his hard abs and bending to kiss him. Shane and Jeremy turned to watch as Walker's hard on oozed against the ass of Ben's underwear.
Shane watched as Jeremy's gaze returned to his exposed cock. The man groaned, turned on by the boy's attention.
"Shit," Shane said, all of a sudden. "I'm drunk."
"We all are," Jeremy said. But they both knew Jeremy wasn't. Not really.
Jeremy was afraid Shane was having second thoughts. So he turned the page and started a new sketch. It was of Shane's lap again. But this time, Jeremy drew himself into the picture, his tongue playing under the man's foreskin. As Shane realized what Jeremy was drawing, he started to stroke again.
"I'm too old for you," Shane said. But he practically moaned the words. Jeremy smiled, shaking his head no.
"You're not old," Jeremy told the man. And he meant it. Shane might not be in high school, but he seemed youthful to Jeremy. He was an adult, sure. But that was part of the boy's attraction to him. A big part.
"I wish I could," Shane muttered. Jeremy wasn't sure if he heard him right. He hoped he hadn't.
They both watched as Walker pushed Ben off of him, his chest and abs rippling in the warm light of the room. Then Walker turned Ben over, eager to have all eyes back on him. He knelt low, his tongue reaching for Ben's dick.
"What's my name?" He asked Jeremy. But it was Ben who answered.
"Blowjob," Ben groaned, breathless.
But before Walker put his mouth on Ben's flush red dick, the door to the hotel room opened.
BJ and Teddy were carrying Tommy in, drunk out of his mind. And Luke was right behind them, laughing.
As the two groups saw each other, the door clicked shut behind Luke. It was the only sound in the room. Teddy's face was priceless. He had been warned how hot Walker was, but he certainly hadn't expected to walk in on Walker naked, about to suck some guy. As the jock stood up, tall on his knees, his big dick jutted out against Ben's naked shin.
Walker smiled, six pairs of eyes taking in the sight of his naked profile.
"I think it's time for another group portrait," Walker said, trying his best not to slur.
Shane zipped his pants up, trying to be discreet. He watched as Jeremy turned the to the last blank page.
"Okay," the boy said. "But we have to make it count."