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Ringing In 2015 - Blake and Ben (Part 13, 2 of 2)

Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

points at my general direction, as if to tell Caden, "Just listen, you're about to find out." I think I've got it. I place my fingers at what I think are the correct spots, then do the strum for the beginning of the song as I belt out, in my deepest voice possible, "Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down looow! Put some music on that's soft and slooow! Baby, we ain't got no place to go. I hope you understand!" Ben busts up laughing. Nyx has a huge grin on his face. Caden's smiling, but seems a little embarrassed. I can't help but to laugh, too. The song is just so horribly cheesy. "Oh, God," Ben exclaims through his laughter. "That song is horrible, Caden!" I look at Ben. "Want to talk about horrible?! I know your guilty pleasure song, Benjamin Jaxon! You fuckin' belted it out to me in your truck the other day. Shall we let Caden and Nyx be the judge of what's truly horrible?" Ben's eyes go wide and he gets serious. "Don't you dare, Blake!" He tries to move toward me, to grab the neck of my guitar, but, I'm too quick. I'm up and away from the bed, already strumming the unmistakable opening chords to a Backstreet Boys song. "Yeeeeeah! You are... my fire. The one... desire. Believe... when I say... I want it that way!" Ben speaks up over my signing, "Blake, if you don't stop..." I cut him off and skip forward to the power ending of the song. "Don't want to hear you say... Ain't nothin' but a heartache! Yeeeeah! Ain't nothin' but a mistake. I never wanna' hear you saaay! ... I-I-I-I want it that waaay!" I decide to knock it off, I don't want to legitimately piss Ben off. I look down at Nyx, that smile is still plastered on his face. I turn back around to face Ben. His eyebrows are up, serious look smeared on his face. He motions me over to him with his pointer finger. I slowly walk over to him, acting like a scared puppy. He gets up to his knees, on the bed, and grabs a handful of the fabric from my shirt and pulls me in to him. He acts like he's going to hit me. He brings his hand in, I close my eyes. Next thing I know, he lightly slaps me on the cheek then, kisses me on the lips. "You just wait until later on tonight, Blake Abel Foster. You'll pay for that one." "Looking forward to it," I say as I sit back down on the bed. "Well," Ben says, expectantly. "It's your turn." I gush and quickly make up an excuse, "Hey! I'm the one playing the guitar. I take requests, now!" "Okay," Ben begins, "I request that you play your guilty pleasure song!" I give him a cold stare, followed by a smile. I take a deep breath. "Fine!" I say. "At least mine isn't as embarrassing as your's or Caden's." I take a deep breath and begin strumming the guitar. Luckily, the artist did an acoustic version of this song, so, I was able to learn the chords for it. Why wouldn't I? It's my guilty pleasure song. I don't start from the beginning - just start at the hook and chorus. "Tell me what you really want from me. Point blank, no discussion. Closed mouth, closed mouth, ow! ...