Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 2 - Things Make Sense - Sex Stories

Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 2 - Things Make Sense

... That okay for you? I'll stop by and pick you up and we'll head over and pick up my buddy, Chris. You'll like him. He's a good guy. As if my fingers have a mind of their own, I begin typing. If he's half as nice as you, I'm sure I'll like him just fine. ;) I hit send and immediately slap my forehead with the palm of my hand. Oh, God. Please don't be creeped out, Blake. Please, God. Please don't tell me I just made a huge mistake. I see the bubble with the three dots pop up. I feel sick to my stomach. The bubble disappears, then pops back up again. After, what feels like an eternity, but realistically only about 10 seconds, his message bubble appears. You're sweet. :) See you in about an hour. Like an idiot, I raise my hands in victory. That has to mean something, right? Straight guys don't talk to each other like that, do they? Please, God. Just let me have one ounce of happiness. Let me find someone to love, someone to love me back. That's all I want. That's not asking for too much, is it? After that miniature prayer, I quickly hop out of bed and make my way to the shower. God knows I need one after moving boxes in all evening. - BLAKE ABEL FOSTER - I can't believe what Ben said. I stare at it now, hoping there may be more behind that text message. If he's half as nice as you, I'm sure I'll like him just fine. ;) My heart beats with excitement. I have to talk to someone. I pull up my contacts, go to the favorites list. I hope I can add Ben in here in the not so distant ...

... future. I push on Chris' name and immediately hit the speaker button. I always talk on speaker, much easier to talk on the phone that way. I usually hold the phone upside down and talk into like it's a microphone. Finally, on the fourth ring, Chris answers. Voice groggy, filled with sleep. "H'lo?" he says. "Hey, it's Blake. Did I wake you? It's damn near 11:00," I say, with a jokey accusing tone. "It's also summer, man." He yawns. "What's up?" "Okay, I need a huge favor, man," I tell him. "As long as it doesn't include manual labor, I'm up for it, man," he says, yawning again. "Okay. Great. To make a long story short, new neighbors moved in down the street yesterday. They have a son, our age, will be a senior this year, too, when school starts back up. Needless to say, he's cute as hell. He-..." "Uh! Gay," Chris says. "No shit, Sherlock. Now, shut up for a minute. Like I said, he's cute as hell. Fucking handsome, since you want to be a dick about it," I say, laughing slightly. "Anyway, I invited him to hang out with us today. Figured we'd go to the city, hit up the mall, maybe get a bite to eat?" "Yeah, man. I'm up for that. What time you wanna' head out," he asks. "I was thinkin' about noon. And, hey..." I say, trailing off a bit. "Yeah," he asks. "I'm hoping he, ya' know... might be..." "A raging homosexual, like you," Chris says, chuckling. "You read my mind, douche canoe. So, yeah. Help me study him a bit. If anything tips you off that he might be, as you so eloquently put it, ...