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

Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12)

... drift. We were at the back of the boat where cushioned benches lined the edges of the boat. I popped a squat and sat there, trying to not look like I was an underage party crasher. I’m eighteen, I can pass for twenty-one, right? God, I hope. People have always told me I look younger than I really am. “So, you guys want a beer,” Joey asks? “Does a goldfish fart in its own drinking water,” I respond, like the typical smart ass. “Cute, twink. Reeeal cute,” Joey responds. “Fucking hell. Really,” I ask, turning to Blaine. “Dude, I have no idea what twink means,” Blaine responds, holding his hands up, as if he’s surrendering. “You know wha-…” I say, turning around to confront Joey. But, he’s gone. Obviously gone off to fetch us some beers. I haven’t consumed much alcohol in my lifetime. Sure, I’ve gone to the occasional party - played beer pong and other various drinking games. But, that’s always during the summer. When the school year comes around, I try to keep myself in perfect condition, mentally and physically, for football and basketball season. “Blake,” Blaine begins, “I don’t know what the word ‘twink’ means. So, I’m not sure if it’s some sort of insult in the gay community or something. But, if it is, just try to shrug it off, man. Joey put his neck out on the line to get us in here.” “The fuck are you talking about, man,” I ask. “All we did was walk out onto the boats. Nobody I.D.’d us or anything. There was no cover charge. As far as I’m concerned, the only thing I have ...

... to be worried about is cops patrolling the area and coming down here to check for underage partiers.” “Still, just try t-…” Blaine begins; but, is cut off by Joey, returning with the alcohol. He hands Blaine a can of Bud Light and hands me a red solo cup - it‘s only halfway full of beer. He then pulls another can of Bud Light from his pocket and cracks it open. He pours some more beer into my cup to top it off. Not sure why I got a cup, instead of just a can - like Blaine. “There you go, cutie. If you need another one, just shout, ‘If you hear me, beer me!’ and I’ll get you another one,” Joey says. In typical smart ass fashion, I reply with, “That was truly poetic.” I take a sip of the beer, and swallow it. Kind of has a funny taste. I shrug it off, though. It’s been months since I last had a beer, so, I chalk it up to that. As the party carries on, I am now on my third beer. I’ve been taking it slow, not chugging them. Like I told Ben in my text message, I’m not looking to get shit-faced drunk - I just want to have a good time with my cousin. I suddenly have the urge to relieve myself. That’s the only thing I don’t miss about beer - it always seems to go right through me. I spend most of the night going to the bathroom to take a piss. I get up, just like I normally would, and suddenly feel dizzy. “Holy shit…” I utter under my breath. I have to hold onto the railing to keep myself from falling. Blaine, still sitting, sipping on a beer, puts his hand at the small of my back to ...