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

Not Like This - Blake & Ben (Part 12)

... for the first time since we‘ve been together and you do this?!” What the hell is he talking about? - “I should have just dumped your ass a couple of months ago. Should have walked out of that fucking auditorium when you sang that pathetic fucking song.” I’m at a complete loss here. I have no idea what he’s talking about. But, the words hurt all the same and I begin to cry. Ben, what are you saying? What did I do?! - “I swear to God! If you don‘t answer your goddamn phone…” - “That‘s it! We‘re fucking done! You have destroyed everything, Blake! This relationship is fucking over! I don‘t want to hear from you! Don’t want to see you! Don‘t even want to know you fucking exist! Lose my number! Lose my address! You‘re pathetic, you know that?! I expected so much more from you. I really did! Never, in a million years, did I think you‘d do this to me. I‘m done. I fucking hate you…” I'm flat-out balling by this point. I even yell at my phone, expecting it to answer my question, “WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!” Suddenly, I hear heavy footsteps quickly approaching. My door swings open. It’s Blaine, who quickly shields his eyes - I’m still naked, sitting on the bed. “Blake, dude…” he exclaims. “Put some fucking clothes on, bro.” I get up in a frantic rush and approach him, still in my birthday suit and black protective boot. “Blaine,” I say, like a mad man, “What the hell happened last night?! What did I do?!” I grab my head that’s still pounding. Blaine drops his hands, seeing that I’m ...

... obviously in some sort of distress. “Blake, what’s wrong,” he asks, genuinely concerned. I hand him my phone and let him read the text messages from Ben. I stand there, my arms wrapping around myself, shivering - not because I’m cold. But, because I’m genuinely hurt, confused, and mostly… scared. “Whoa, Blake, I’m sorry,” he says, handing the phone back to me. “What… happened last night,” I ask, again, my voice sounding a bit more aggravated. “We went to Party Cove. Met up with Joey. He got us in..." he says, before I cut him off. "Yeah, yeah! Fast forward..." I say. "We had some beers. You had about two or three before passing out. Joey carried you to a back room to let you sleep it off. I hung out on the back deck of the boat, talking to some chick for about half an hour before Joey came back out saying I better get you home because you threw up all over the place. I told him I was too drunk to drive. He offered to give us a ride home since he didn’t drink. We carried you up to your room. He asked if he could crash here for the night. I told him that would be fine. He asked if I thought you would mind if he slept in your room and…” “Whoa, wait. He slept in here with me,” I asked, interrupting Blaine. “Yeah. I didn’t think you would mi-…” Blaine replies, before I cut him off, again. “Blaine, please answer this next question for me. Was I fully dressed when you guys carried me in here. Did I have all of my clothes on the last time you saw me in here,” I ask, a fresh set of tears, ...