1. Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 6 - Let Me In


    Date: 3/2/2016, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 75.9, Source: sexstories.com

    “I knew I was completely and utterly in love with you,” he says. The water building in his eyes tumbles over his eyelashes and a tear falls from both eyes simultaneously. “So,” he continues, “that night, at dinner, I came out to my parents.” I immediately hate myself. How could I let my fear and panic make me question my feelings for Ben - even if it was just for a few seconds? I begin crying even harder now. Ben releases my hands and gets up. I feel him sit down behind me, scooting forward until I feel his chest at my back and see each leg spread out on either side of me. I feel his arms slide underneath my own, his hands clasping around my stomach. He puts his head on my shoulder and nuzzles into the side of my head and sways us side to side. “I love you, Blake. You can do this,” he whispers into my ear. He kisses the side of my head and lets me cry as he continues swaying our bodies side to side. *** Grilled chicken breast, mashed potatoes and creamed corn are on the menu for tonight as Ben and I sit down at the table with my parents. My dad is sitting next to my mother, still in his police uniform, although the button-up shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a plain Hanes or Fruit of the Loom t-shirt underneath. He is currently texting on his cell phone, probably to his partner, Mike. Like I said, he’s one of those cops that can’t drop the job when he steps foot in the house. He’s a cop first, a husband second and father third. My mother clears her throat and speaks up, trying ...
    to grab my father’s attention as she walks over with two glasses of iced tea. “Hank, we have a guest this evening. Put that phone away, honey.” She places one glass in front of Ben and the other in front of me. My father locks his phone and sets it down on the dinner table as he looks up at Ben. “Hi. Hank Foster…” he says, extending his hand across the dinner table towards Ben. Ben reaches over and shakes his hand. “Ben Smith. Nice to meet you, Mr. Foster. Thanks for allowing me to eat dinner with you guys.” I hear none of it, it‘s all just background noise. I push around the mashed potatoes on my plate, the thought of coming out to my parents still grating on my nerves. Scenes of my father standing up and grabbing me by the throat play through my mind. Followed by scenes of him grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, walking me to the door and tossing me into the street is the second scenario. My heart is racing, my stomach is churning. Before I know it, my vocal chords begin to vibrate without my permission. “Mom… Dad…” I say in a solemn tone. I see Ben out of the corner of my eye. He takes a deep breath and I feel his foot nudge mine under the table. “What is it, honey,” my mother asks, happily chomping on her food. I return Ben’s sentiment and also take a deep breath. However, mine is shaky and full of emotion. I sniff loudly. Ben stands up. “I better go,” he says, starting to scoot his chair under the table as my mother looks up at him. I reach for him, grabbing his hand. ...
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