1. Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 3 - I Promise


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    out of the mall, the glare of the sunlight nearly blinding us both. Blake's nowhere to be found outside in the immediate area. "There he is," Chris says, pointing out at the parking parking lot. Blake is standing, leaned back against the driver's side door of his car, hands in his pockets looking down at the hot, black cement. God, he's beautiful. I know that's not a term used to describe a male. But, that's what's on loop inside my brain. God, he's beautiful. God, he's beautiful. We approach him, Chris giving me the lead. Blake hears us approaching and looks up. I can't believe I'm going to do this. What if someone sees? Screw it! I don't fucking care! Blake fishes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the doors, using his keyless entry remote. He opens the driver's side door as we approach. I place my hand on the door and shut it, taking him by surprise. In one fowl swoop, both of hands are encircled around his face and my lips are on his. He's startled at first, but I feel his body relax as he kisses me back. I then feel his right hand settle on my hip. I pull away from the kiss, but, this time, it's him pulling me back in. "Oh, God," Chris says in mock disgust. "Get a fuckin' room, dudes." From the corner of my eye, I see Blake extend his arm towards Chris to flip him off. I hear Chris chuckle. This time, he releases his grasp from my hip as I pull away. We continue to stand there, though. Eyes locked on one another's. And just like that, I've finally had my first ...
    official kiss. - BLAKE ABEL FOSTER - I can't believe it. That didn't just happen. I look into Ben's eyes. He looks back into mine. But, it did happen. Everything else is tossed to the side. My hatred for Gavin, and the sadness that encompasses that hatred. My anger with Chris for dropping the ball back in the mall. I'm ecstatic right now. So incredibly happy. So, happy, I want to cry. Shit. Did anybody see that, I think to myself. Then, almost immediately, I realize that I don't care. I hope someone, other than Chris, had witnessed it. "Okay, okay, okay," Chris say, walking towards us. "Knock it off you two. Leave some space for Jesus," he says in his best southern baptist voice. I look away from Ben, still smiling, and look at Chris. He begins rubbing the back of his head, nervously, the small shopping bag dangling from his wrist. "Look, Blake, man... I'm sor-..." he begins, before I cut him off. "Don't apologize, Chris. You didn't do anything wrong," I say, returning my gaze back to Ben. "If anything..." I can't finish the sentence, or help myself for that matter. I pull Ben in and start kissing him again. I love how his lips feel on mine. I loved the feel of his touch on my face. Chris has seen enough. "No, no, no, no, no. Okay, come on you guys," he says, grabbing Ben by the shoulders and breaking us apart. He directs Ben over to the passenger side door and opens it. My stare follows them, smiling the entire time. Ben stands there, and motions for Chris to go ahead and climb ...
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