Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay - Sex Stories

Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay

... like this," I say, looking into his eyes. He looks back and fourth, looking into both of my eyes before answering. "Okay." With that, I slowly close my eyes, feeling his thumb softly going back and forth across my cheek. *** My eyes shoot open at the sound of the garage door opening underneath my bedroom. Opening my eyes, I immediately see Ben's sleeping face. We are both laying on our sides, facing each other, foreheads touching. His hand is barely hanging on to the side of my face, where I last remember feeling his touch. "Shit," I exclaim, shooting up out of bed, startling Ben. He inhales deeply and stretches. "What is it, babe?" He called me babe... Not now, Blake. More pressing matters await. "I think my dad's home," I say, tossing him his discarded clothes. "Hurry and get dre-..." I'm cut off by the site of his hard on as he removes the blankets from his body. I make an audible gulp, loud enough for him to hear. He looks up at me and sees what my attention is set on. Using his muscles, he makes it twitch under his boxers. "And, dear God, please do something about that before I get both of us in trouble," I say, a smile creeping across my face. My thirst for Ben is currently outweighing the fear of my Dad walking upstairs and finding us like this. I turn my back to him and bend down to pick up my own discarded clothes. I hear him get out of my bed and hear and feel his footsteps approaching me. Suddenly, Ben's hands are gripping both of my hips and pulling me into his ...

... still hard member. I push myself back into it even harder. The seriousness of the situation at hand, of my Dad finding us up here, nearly naked, has disappeared into the far reaches of my mind. I'm not using my head right now, well, not the one on my shoulders anyway. I stand up, my back pressed against Ben's chest and crane my neck to look back at him as his hands begin exploring my abdomen and chest. I'm breathing heavy and am on the edge by this point. On the edge of stripping out of my boxers and ripping off Ben's. When he bites my earlobe, I damn near go over the edge of the proverbial cliff. I have to pull myself back into the now and the seriousness of the situation as I hear the garage door lower. That means my Dad's vehicle is now in the garage and he is either walking into the kitchen or is already somewhere in the house. "Ben," I exhale a little too loudly, a little too sexually, "I want you so bad right now, but, if we don't stop, my Dad will find us. And before he kicks my ass, he will probably kill you. So, please..." He grabs my hard dick through my boxerbriefs and squeezes it. "...Fuck. Ben, please," I say, bumping my ass back into his groin - not in a sexual manner. I'm trying to push him off my body before we get caught. He's so much stronger than I am, I can't escape his clutch - not that I want to, I have to. He finally releases me and lets out a rather sinister chuckle. I pull up my red Under Armour shorts and slide a plain white Hanes t-shirt over my head. ...