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

Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12)

... steady me. “I’m good, dude. Thanks,” I say. Good Lord! I know I’m a lightweight; but, I’m able to handle more than three beers. I usually don’t get buzzed until the fifth or sixth one. I begin slowly walking across the boat. It hits me again. This time, my knees buckle and I fall to the floor. That’s it, lights out… Blake Abel Foster - Blake’s Bedroom at the Cabin - The Next Morning My eyes flutter open, struggling to focus. Damn, it’s bright. Okay, this is soft. Whatever I’m laying on, this is soft. For some odd reason, my asshole is in quite a bit of pain. What did I do? Did I do something in my sleep, thinking about Ben? Where the hell am I? My eyes, finally adjusting to the brightness of the situation, begin panning around my immediate area. My head is pounding. What the hell happened last night? I get up to my feet, which is no easy task, thanks to the boot and the slight dizziness I’m experiencing. I look around and realize I’m back at my Uncle Frank’s cabin - in the room I called dibs on. That explains the brightness. My window looks out over the lake. And right about now, the sunlight is reflecting off the lake and right into my window. Shit, what time is it? I reach down to grab the phone from my pocket and my hand only touches skin. That is when I realize I’m naked. What. The. Hell?! I look around on the floor and find my clothes from last night in a heap at the foot of my bed. When the hell did I decide I needed to sleep naked? I check my pants pocket and my phone ...

... is not there. I begin searching around, frantically, for it. Only to discover it has been on the nightstand, next to my bed, the entire time. I hit the lock button and see that it is 1:42PM. Holy hell! I swipe the screen to the right to unlock my phone. I see a red badge hovering over the green icon for my text messages. In that red circle holds the number 9. Next to it, another green icon for my phone. There is another red circle with the number 12 in it. Fuck. Probably missed texts and calls from dad last night, wondering where Blaine and I were at. There was only one missed call from dad. The other eleven - from Ben. What happened? Is everything okay? I hit the home button, backing out of the phone app, then hit the message app - bringing up my recent conversations. One from dad: “Hope you two are having fun. Give me a call whenever you get the chance and let me know when to expect you guys back.” One from mom: “Hey, sweetie. Hope you and your father are having a good time! So glad the family is back on track. Love the two of you more than life itself. Don’t know where I’d be without you guys! Tell dad I love him.” The other seven are from Ben. The first is all in caps: “BLAKE! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST GOING TO HAVE A “GOOD TIME WITH YOUR COUSIN?” HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! - “Blake! Answer the phone, damn it!” - “You motherfucker! I can‘t believe you!” - “So, that‘s how much I meant to you, huh? You go out of town ...