Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12) - Sex Stories

Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12)

... I start. “I’m a master of disguises. Next week, you’ll find out I’m transgender!” Blaine’s mouth opens, face overcoming with shock. “You fuckin’ serious, man? Like, for real…” he asks. “I’m fuckin’ with YOU now, dude,” I say. I turn back around to the bed of my father’s truck to remove items we brought from home. I turn around and find Blaine staring pretty intently at my crotch. “Dude, seriously…” I begin. “If you want, I’ll whip it out right here and prove to you I was kidding.” “No… No… That’s okay. I believe you,” he says. “Alright then,” I say. “So, it looks like it’s just you and me this weekend.” “What do you mean,” Blaine asks. “You know our dads,” I say. “They’ll wind up drinking a few too many - remembering the “good ‘ole days” - and totally forget we exist.” “Yeah. That ain’t no shit,” Blaine says. “Well, hey! There’s plenty to do around here. And not just at the cabin - here in town. This IS where people come to stock up before they head to Party Cove, you know!” “No shit? Party Cove, huh,” I ask. “Yeah, man. One of my buddies, he’s a few years older than us, can probably get us in. And, hey, who knows…” says Blaine. “…you two might get along pretty well. He’s a raging fairy, just like you.” “Fairy or not, I can still beat your ass, motherfucker…” I say, somewhat seriously. Blaine holds his hands up. “Whoa! Whoa! Just bustin’ your balls, man,” he begins. “I promise, I’ll stop with the comments. Just by looking at you, I can tell you’re still the same old Blake. ...

... You just prefer the guys instead of the girls now.” “Make that guy - singular. I’m in a pretty serious relationship with my boyfriend, Ben. You wouldn’t know him,” I say. Blaine doesn’t press me on the mentioning of Ben, even though I wish he would, so I could tell him how amazing Ben is. “Now, about this Party Cove you spoke of…” I say. Blake Abel Foster - The Cabin - The Ozarks - Later That Night We tell our dads we’re gonna’ hit the town and get a bite to eat, maybe catch a movie - whatever excuse we could think of that would give us enough time to have a little fun at Party Cove. This time of the year, Party Cove isn’t as booming like it normally is. It’s a summer spot. With it being autumn now, only the locals really hang out in the area. It’s still fairly warm right now - even though it’s November. But, that’s Missouri for you. Wanna’ visit a state and experience all four seasons in a week? Well, come on over! The water’s warm, or frozen solid - depending on what day you show up. Anyhow, we drive through town and make our way to the Party Cove area. We find the docks and begin scanning out for Joey’s car - that’s the friend Blaine was telling me about earlier, you know, the “fairy.” “Look for a white Mustang,” Blaine says. “That’s what he drives.” Slowly coasting through the parking lot, we finally spot it and pull in next to it. We get out of my Uncle Frank’s vehicle - he said we could borrow it for the night - and are greeted by a tall, well-tanned man. He has short ...