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

Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12)

... brown hair, spiked up with what appears to be an entire bottle of styling gel. He’s wearing a white Ed Hardy t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of solid white, old school Nike’s. Just his style, to me, is already a turn off. What, did this dude watch every episode and every season of The Jersey Shore? He looks like he tried out for the show, never made it, and resented them for it. But, remained loyal to his G.T.L. - gym, tan, laundry. He’s still wearing his sunglasses, even though it’s been dark for about an hour. That’s a red flag, right there, that this dude’s a huge doucher. A big old stinking pile of douche. But, hey… if he can get us into Party Cove, shit… I loved Jersey Shore! Wink-wink. “What’s up, Joey,” Blaine says, bumping knuckles with the guy. “This is Blake, my cousin. Ya’ know… the one I was telling you about?” Joey pulls his sunglasses down his nose a bit and gives me an “up-and-down” over the tops of them. “Pretty cute twink,” he says. Really, dude? Did you just call me a twink? Blaine doesn’t really understand what ‘twink’ means. “Uh, sure…” Blaine says. I’m not amused, and it’s pretty apparent by the look of my face. Just then, my text message tone goes off on my iPhone. I pull it out of my pocket to see who it’s from. If it was anybody other than Ben, I would have put it back in my pocket for later. But, Joey has pulled Blaine aside - obviously telling him how shit was going to go down - such as, sneaking us into the cove. I look down at the message: “Hey. ...

... How’s it going? You haven’t been gone a day yet and I’m bored as shit without you. Guess I kind of miss you. Just wanted to say hey. Have fun! Love you!” I reply back: “I miss you, too, handsome. Blaine and I are at the party cove right now. Some douchebag, Jersey Shore lookin’ reject is trying to sneak us in. I promise, I’ll be good. No need to worry. I just want to have a beer or two… or three. Just get a good buzz going. After my fourth, I’ll be done. And I swear on my life, on the fifth one, there will be no more beer. Just fuckin’ with you. Doubt I’ll even drink. I just wanna’ hang out with my cousin. Haven’t see him for ages. Love you!” I hit send, lock the phone and put it back in my pocket. I walk over to Blaine and “The Situation’s” retarded, gay step-brother just in time to catch the scoop on what’s going to go down. Blake Abel Foster - Party Cove - 12 Minutes Later Well, it actually wasn’t that difficult to get in. Not sure what Blaine was raising such a big stink about. It’s not like it’s a night club or something. It’s pretty much just a bunch of boats - speed boats, yachting-type boats - tied together in the cove. You’re welcome to go from boat-to-boat and party however you want. Actually, getting alcohol wasn’t an issue, either. Blaine, “The Situation’s” idiotic, gay cousin and I ended up “setting up shop” at a really chilled spot in the cove - one of the bigger boats that resembled a yacht. Supposedly, Joey knows the owner - they’re really tight, if you catch my ...