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

Date: 2/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

- BLAKE ABEL FOSTER - I wake up the next morning, feeling refreshed from a nice night of uninterrupted sleep. I rarely sleep the entire night without waking up for some unknown reason. I sit up in my bed, stretch and rub the sleep from my eyes. I lean over toward my night stand and grab my phone to check the time. 10:37 AM God, I love summer. I notice, on the lock screen, I have a Facebook notification. Ben Smith has sent you a friend request. My heart jumps and my stomach feels like it's doing somersaults again. Was I being too obvious yesterday, smiling like a baffoon and telling him the wallpaper on his phone was cute? I slide the notification to the right, unlocking my phone and pulling up Facebook. It brings up his friend request and I immediately hit "Accept." Facebook then gives me the option to write on his wall. I almost click the home button on my iPhone, but decide against it. Instead, I write on his timeline. Hey, neighbor! Thanks for the friend request. Feel free to text or call anytime you want to hang out. My finger hovers over the "Post" button for a moment as I scan over what I just typed. Okay... Doesn't sound too needy. I'm not conveying anything that says, "I want you, right here, right now." I smile at that thought and hit "Post." Wish I could post something that conveyed that message, though. God, he's so handsome. Makes it hard for me to breathe just looking at him. I so badly want to Facebook stalk him right now, look at his wall and read shit, scan ... through all of his pictures. But, just my luck, my finger would slip and I'd hit the "Like" button on a picture from like two years ago. I don't want to be that obvious. Because, I mean, come on... if you do something like that, it makes you look like that Michael Myers character off the movie Halloween when he's stalking his sister in the streets at the beginning of the movie. I slam my head back down on my pillow and let out an audible sigh. He seemed so nervous yesterday. And the way he didn't want to let go of my hand when he introduced himself. Did that mean anything? Maybe I'm reading too much into it. I notice my phone light up on my night stand. I reach over, pull it off the charger and lay back down, holding it above my face. It's another Facebook notification. Ben Smith likes your post on his timeline. Seconds later, another notification appears on top of that one. Ben Smith commented on your post. The butterflies return to my stomach, flapping their wings with reckless abandon. I lose grip on my phone and it slams down onto my face. "Fuck," I yell. "Damn it!" I rub the tip of my cheek bone, where the phone landed. I push myself up to my side, so I'm looking down at the phone. I slide the notification to the right, bringing Facebook up again. It brings up my post on Ben's wall and automatically scrolls down to his comment. Same here, man. Call or text anytime. :) Oh, snap! A smiley face! Fuck! Am I reading too much into this shit? Why can't "gaydar" be a real thing? ...