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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

from myself," I tell Ben, laughing right along with him. Still laughing, followed up by an, "Oh, jeez!" he browses through my music. After a good minute or two, he sets the phone back down on the middle console as "Take Me Church" by Hozier begins playing. "Aaaaah! Much better," I say. "Thank you!" "No problem," he says. "I almost thought about playing some Backstreet Boys when I scrolled past that. But, I think you've suffered enough embarrassment." He giggles and I join him. "Thanks, man. My taste in music is... well, it's diverse, to say the least," I say, shyly. "To say the least," he agrees. "I'm not going to lie, I like that old poppy shit, too. It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Is it sad I know all the words to that Britney Spears song?" I look over at him, for a split second. He's looking at me with hopeful eyes, hoping I won't think he's crazy or ga-... I pick my phone back up, punch around on it for a second, then, in sync with her voice, I turn back to him and say right along with her, "It's Blakey, bitch!" He loses it, laughing it up as I begin dancing the best, and as stupidly, as I can, while driving. "Every time they turn the lights dooown! Just wanna' go that extra mile for you..." I sing in a rather feminine voice, as I look over at Ben and wink. Ben laughs it up and finally joins in as the chorus comes around. "Gimme, gimme more! Gimme more! Gimme, gimme more," Britney, Ben and I sing in unison. We keep it up until I pull up in front of Chris' house. I had ... already called him when I left the house, so he's expecting us. I give the horn a couple of honks. "You'll love Chris. He's a good guy. Been my best friend since the third grade," I tell Ben. "Cool," is all he says, looking at the window, already seeming a little distant and shy. Chris comes out of the open garage, wearing only a pair of black Adidas basketball shorts and his athletic shoes. He carries a red t-shirt in his hand. Already, I have my phone in my hand. Prepared to send him a quick text that he'll get by the time he climbs into the backseat. Smooth, dude. Subtlety has never been your strong suit, douche. Lol. When he approaches the car door, he stops and slowly pulls the shirt over his head. Oh, Jesus, dude... He opens Ben's door - it's a two-door car, so Ben will need to get out so Chris can climb into the backseat. Nervously, Ben, doesn't budge. Then, realizing what's going on, he gets out of the passenger seat. "Oh, sorry," Ben says. "No problem, man," Chris says, extending his hand. "Name's Chris. Chris Bryant." Ben takes his hand and gives it a firm shake. "Ben Smith," he replies. "Good to meet you, man," Chris says. "Oh, shit. Sorry. Let me get back here so you can get back in your seat." Chris pulls the mechanism on the side of the seat, causing the back rest to lean in on the seat, as the entire seat lunges forward. Halfway in, his ass still hanging out, Chris looks at me and winks. He's obviously trying to give Ben a look at "the goods." I lower my head, ...