The Way It Used To Be - Blake & Ben (Part 11) - Sex Stories

The Way It Used To Be - Blake & Ben (Part 11)

... shouldn’t have done what I did following that. And for that, I am truly sorry. And the way I’ve acted towards Blake for these past few months, like I told him, are nothing short of abysmal. You don’t have to forgive me right away. And I’ll understand if you don’t. But, please know, if I could go back and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. I would let Blake come out to his mother and myself on his own terms. I would be supportive and understanding. And I know his accident lies on my shoulders as well. It’s a constant reminder staring me in the face when I come home to see his spot empty in the driveway, and to see him coming, slowly, down the stairs with his crutches. I know I won’t ever forgive myself for that one. I just hope he can.” My dad sniffles a bit. Dear Lord! Is he crying again? Damn. I’m still in shock. He’s never been this emotional my entire life. Ben speaks up, breaking the silence. “I guess I owe you an apology, too, Mr. Foster. You know, for assaulting you at the hospital? And I guess I should thank you, too, for not pressing charges when the nurse contacted the police.” My father cuts him off, “No! Do not apologize for that. I had that coming. I actually judge you a little bit for not doing it sooner…” Dad breaks off the sentence with a chuckle. I can hear Ben laughing a bit, as well. “But, seriously,” my dad says, “You obviously mean a lot to my son. And as long as you treat him right, you’ll ...

... always be okay in my book.” There’s a gap of silence for about 10 seconds before my dad speaks up again. “Speaking of books,” he says, “you think if I were to throw this book, right here on the coffee table, into the hallway, it might hit a nosey wife and son of mine?” My mother and I spin around and start racing back towards the kitchen. Which is easier said than done, when you’re on crutches. The sound of my crutches obviously confirms my father’s suspicions that spies were afoot. I hear booming laughs from my father and Ben. My mother and I scramble into two separate chairs at the kitchen table and try to appear nonchalant as dad and Ben walk into the kitchen. “Oh, there you two are! Did you guys have a nice talk,” my mother asks. “Like you didn’t hear it all, 006 and 007,” my father says motioning towards my mother and me. He then walks around the coffee table, leans down and kisses my mother on the cheek. He then looks at me and says, “Didn’t I teach my son any manners? Offer Ben a seat.” I get up and pull out the chair, next to my own, for Ben. He smiles, nods at my smiling father and takes a seat. My father stands back up and announces, “The men in this house are hungry, my lady. Is that lasagna about done?” My mother shoots up out of her chair and goes to the oven to pull out the lasagna. Under the table, I nudge Ben’s knee with my own. He reaches over, under the table, with his left hand and places it in my right.