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

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

... 'a raging homosexual,' please... let me know. I haven't fallen for someone like this since... well..." "Yeah, I get the picture... Since that one fuck stick. Don't worry, man. I got'chu. I'll study him like he's a frozen cave man. If I for any reason think he's a wrist hanger, like you, I'll let you know," Chris says. "Thanks, fuckin' heterosexual. Christ, man. I know it's all in good fun, and I take no offense to it, but kind of cool it with those comments when Ben's with us. If he is gay, I don't want him getting the wrong impression of you. Know what I mean?" "Yeah, yeah," Chris says. "You know I don't mean that shit, man. Just bustin' your balls. If it ever pisses you off, just tell me and I'll knock it off. Last thing I wanna' do is hurt your feelings, man. Sincerely." "Wow. That was pretty gay, Chris," I say, laughing. "Fuck you, turd burglar," he says, laughing as well. "I'll see you at noon, bro." I hit the red phone button, ending the call. I walk over to my dresser drawers, open the bottom drawer and pull out a pair of black Under Armour boxer-briefs. I make my way to the bathroom and flip the light on. I walk over to the shower and open the sliding glass door and reach in to turn the shower on. Upon finding the right temperature, I lean back out and walk over to the sink where I left my phone. I pull up my music and scan through the artists - I always have to have music playing when I shower. Don't know why - it's just a necessity. I immediately scroll down to ...

... the E's and push on Ed Sheeran's name. Dude's like my inspiration. I choose "Lego House" and put it on repeat. I pull a towel out of the cabinet above the toilet and drape it over the door of the shower. I remove my boxer-briefs and step into the shower. "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love. I'll pick you up when you're gettin' down..." I sing as I begin scrubbing away. - BENJAMIN JAXON SMITH - It only took me about ten minutes to shower, dry off, and slip into a pair of pink American Eagle boxers. I'm standing at my closet doors, staring at the clothes I managed to get hung up last night. Thank God! Otherwise, I'd be rummaging through boxes of tangled, wrinkled clothes right now. Fuck! I don't want to be too dressy. Not too casual. Or, do I? We're just going to the mall, right? Yeah, casual sounds good. I pull out a red American Eagle polo shirt that has a white American Eagle eagle logo on the right breast. I then pull down a pair of light blue jeans that has a big hole in the left knee. Funny how jeans come like that now. My mom thinks it's ridiculous. I quickly hop into the jeans, zip up the zipper, button them, and grab a belt out of one of the nearly empty boxes and slide it through each belt loop before securing it to my waist. I brush off a piece of towel lint that hangs on to one of the few hairs at the bottom of my belly button. I pull the shirt off the hanger and carefully pull it on, making sure not to mess up my already styled hair. As I look at myself, primping my ...