1. This Is What You Do To Me - Blake & Ben (Part 12)


    Date: 12/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

    fuck with my hair, I decided to put on one of my many flat-brim baseball caps. My collection is truly outrageous. I have various brands of all colors. I decide to go with a light blue Kansas City Royals hat, cocking it off a little to the side, like I always do. I spritz a little “Acqua di Gio” cologne on myself, head out my bedroom door and am halfway down the stairs when I hear the doorbell ring. “Honey,” my mother shouts. “I think Ben’s here!” “Coming,” I yell. I make my way through the kitchen and reach the front door, just as Ben rings the doorbell for the second time. I open it up and almost melt when I see his smiling face. “Hey, handsome,” I say. He smiles even bigger, and looks me up and down. I’m not “dressed up” by any means. But, for the past couple of weeks, all he’s seen me in is: old t-shirts, basketball shorts, sweat pants, etc. “You look cute,” he says, genuinely. I gush, and my cheeks begin turning red. I still find it weird what he does to me, just with his words. Back when I thought I was straight, and had a girl refer to me as “handsome” or “cute,” I wouldn’t feel a thing. All I would think is, “Oh, yeah! She wants the D.” But, with Ben, it’s a complete one-eighty. “Thanks,” I say, acting a little bashful. “You ready,” he asks, another smile lighting up his face. I turn back in towards the inside of my house, “Mom! Dad! I’m leaving! I’ll be back later on tonight.” “Okay, honey,” calls my mother. “You guys have fun,” my father yells. We walk to Ben’s Jeep, ...
    parked in the driveway. He opens up the passenger side door for me, and helps me in, smacking my ass as I climb in. Fuck! Doesn’t he know I’m already fighting all urges to NOT jump his bones right now? Then he has to go and do something like that? Shit! He walks around the front of the vehicle, tugging at his crotch as he does. Good. I hope that “messed” with him, just like it “messed” with me. He opens the door, climbs in and slides the key into the ignition. He turns the key forward, starting the ignition, and sits back. “So, where should we go ea-…” he says, before I cut him off. I lean over the middle console and all but slide my tongue down his throat as I begin to passionately kiss him. I can’t even remember how many days it’s been since I kissed him. His mouth tastes like toothpaste; but, I don’t mind. Our tongues begin dancing in each other’s mouths as I place my hand on his chest. I find myself trying to climb over the middle console, trying to straddle his lap. But, with limited space and my fucking “moon boot,” as I refer to it, I can’t quite make it. My hand starts to slowly go down his chest, making my way towards his abdomen. I make contact with the fabric of his denim jeans and his brown leather belt. I push in a bit and slip my hand under his jeans and boxer-briefs in one quick swoop. As if it were instinct, I find his already hardening cock and administer a “kung-fu” grip on it. “Uhn! Fuck,” he exhales, breathing heavily. He breaks the kiss and looks down at ...
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