1. Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay


    Date: 3/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 81.5, Source: sexstories.com

    force have put a strain on his and my mother's marriage. He's one of those cops you always hear about - bringing the job home with him. Drowning his sorrows into the large bottle that's in the cabinet above the refrigerator. He was a recovering alcoholic before joining the police force. The alcohol problem nearly caused a divorce years ago when he unintentionally broke my right arm. I was only six at the time. We were in the backyard, and him being the manly man that he is, was teaching me how to play catch. I showed no interest in it. I would have much rather been in the house, playing video games. He was on his sixth or seventh beer that afternoon and was nearly hammered. He threw the ball entirely too fast and too hard for someone of my size. So, after the fourth or fifth time I failed to catch it, he got angry. A slur of cuss words and, for some reason, homophobic comments poured from his mouth. He approached me rather quickly, tossing his glove to the ground. "If you can't catch the goddamn ball, you might as well give me that fucking glove back!" He grabbed my gloved hand and yanked so hard he pulled me forward along with him. I heard a sickening snap as i teetered over and hit the ground. The pain hit me like a ton of bricks and I could think of no other reaction other than crying. My mother came tearing through the sliding glass door as soon as she heard my cry. She knew allowing my father to teach me how to play catch, while he was drunk was a bad idea. My father ...
    was standing over me asking if I was alright. The sick sounded snap and my crying popped him out of his drunken stupor and brought him into a groggy reality. "Blake, bud, I'm so sorry. Are you okay," he asked reaching down for me. My mother pushed him out of the way and scooped me up into her arms, my chin resting on top of her shoulder, her hand caressing the back of my head. She turned and faced my father. "You son of a bitch. You ever lay a hand on my son again, I swear to God..." she didn't finish the sentence. She just loaded me into the vehicle and rushed me to the hospital. Later that night, I heard them in the kitchen as I got up to use the bathroom. "...I told the doctors and nurses he fell off the slide at the park. I'm not lying for you ever again, Hank. If you don't get this drinking problem of yours under control, Blake and I are leaving. I'd rather Blake grow up with a broken family rather than go on living with a drunk, abusive father and a blind mother." She stormed past the dark hallway I was standing in, completely oblivious to the fact that I was there. I peeked around the corner and saw Dad sitting at the kitchen table, elbows resting on the table, his hands covering his face as he cried his heart out. My father began going to A. A. meetings that week. Then, later on that autumn, he enrolled in the police academy. *** "Earth to Blake," Ben says, waving an Xbox One controller in my face. I snap out of it, and look at him. "Welcome back to the here and now, ...
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