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Subject: Drake’s Story: Chapter 1 DRAKE’S STORY CHAPTER 1 I always looked at him longer than I should have. Sometimes he would catch me and it was as if he would readjust to give me a better view. Then I would become vulnerable and mesmerized, in a trance and seduced, whether I realized it or not. The effect that he had on me was strong and unfair, I couldn’t shake it. He knew this. He would use his power over me to intimidate me, persuade me, and motivate me. Standing at 6’2 210 lb, solid muscle from being a jock/coach and having a military career. His skin is a deep chocolate tone that glistens in the sun when he sweats. He easily sweats. His voice is a soft baritone, soothing actually. He keeps a short scruffy beard, except for when he has to go to drill and his haircut is always a tight fade. But most importantly, his mere touch, could send shockwaves through my body, to my toes, and to my stomach. “Come on buddy, it’s time to get up for your first day of middle school!” shouted Mark. My dad always has had a high spirited, optimistic attitude about him that was kind of infectious, even at 6am. “Alright pop I’ll be down in a few minutes. Let me get dressed and showered,” was my reply. I enjoyed going to school. I was more the academic type and did not take after my Pop or older brother Kevin, who are both star athletes. My first day of school outfit will be a fitted emerald green polo, tapered khaki Bermuda shorts, khaki ankle socks, white Airforce Ones, and a golden rope necklace with my Scorpio Zodiac charm that Pop gave me. The emerald green polo really pops on my dark Caramel skin tone and matches my hazel green eyes. Currently I’m 5’2, 90lbs, svelte and petite, with curly brown hair like my mother. I mostly take after my mother who is light skinned and creole, whereas my brother Kevy is very dark and handsome, like Pop. While in the shower, I had a daily ritual. It usually involved me fantasizing about Pop joining me in the shower, forcing his dick down my throat and making me tear up. Then always, he would help me stand up, and instruct me to bath him and lather him up. Simultaneously, he would be doing the same to me, except paying special attention to lubing up my tight virgin black cherry. Once he felt I was ready, he would pick me up and place me against the steamy shower door, with my back to the door and my legs on his shoulders. This is the moment when I would always shoot my load all over the shower wall and I would snap out of my fantasy, feeling drained and high off of pleasure. After my shower and getting dressed, I ran down stairs and was greeted by the smell gaziantep travesti of cheesy grits, country ham, fresh biscuits and scrambled eggs. “Did you leave any hot water for me punk?” teased Kevy. “The girls are going to be all over you Drake!” said Kevin, while he fixed my plate and served me breakfast. Kevin was the cook of the family. He was good at it and enjoyed it. As the oldest, he kind of took more responsibility once Pop became a single parent. Pop worked a lot and Kevin basically helped raise me. Today is Kevin’s first day of senior year in high school. Since our schedules are more aligned now, he’ll be able to drop me off at school, but I’ll have to take the bus home. I was just finishing up my plate when I began to choke on my last bite, due to the sight before my eyes. Pop came strutting in wearing only his bathrobe. Him wearing only his bathrobe around the house was quite normal, but this morning it was half open and revealing everything, he must not have noticed or cared, he is in his own home. “Everything smells great Kevy, you spoil me too much,” stated Pop. “How are my two favorite boys doing this morning?” asked Pop. Kevin already had Pop’s plate fixed and waiting for him, then Pop proceeded to greet us both with a kiss on the forehead. When Pop kissed me, I inhaled deeply, savoring his natural man scent. His aroma wasn`t offensive, but intoxicating and pre-shower…I had an instant hard on. As Pop sat down, he was even more exposed. His chest and torso were covered in hair. His nipples were a perfect nickel size and always hard. His sitting position was always very broad, so his right thigh was fully exposed. Pop caught me looking him up and down and he gave me a wink as he took his first bite of food. All of a sudden it was hard to swallow and my mouth was dry. The conversation was very typical for breakfast. Pop always kept us abreast of the stock market and the economy. It’s as if he’s grooming us to follow in his finance career. Kevin talked about soccer, and stuff he is working on as class president. And I was just nervously blabbing about my first day in the 6th grade. Between being nervous about starting a new school and my current state of being enthralled by the image of Pop, I was obviously distracted. “You OK Dee,” asked Pop. Dee is the name that only Kevy and Pop call me. “Yea I’m OK Pop, just excited about school,” was my reply. I don’t think he believed me. At that moment, Pop turned in his seat toward me, spread himself open and gestured for me to come hug him. I did as was expected. Pop held me tight. gaziantep masaj salonları His scent was overwhelming. Even while he was seated, I stood at eye level to him and held onto his shoulder to keep my balance. “Don’t be nervous about school Dee, it’s a new place and new faces, but you’re going to fit right in and get straight A’s,” he assured me. I loved the confidence that he instilled in me. While holding me tight, I let my hands drop and Pop turned me to sit on his lap. He repositioned himself and we sat in silence in that position until Pop finished eating. “Dee go grab your lunch and your bag, it’s time to go,” instructed Kevy. I tried to hop up, but Pop’s hands engulfed my entire waist and he held me on his lap. His scruffy beard was tickling my neck and he leaned in to whisper to me. “Always be brave Dee, you have nothing to worry about,” he said. “Thanks Pop,” I replied. And he released me to take on the day. “I’ll clean up breakfast. You boys be good, instructed Pop. And we were off. As the first bell rang, I found my classroom easily and located my designated seat. Mr. Marshall was my school teacher for the year. Kevy warned me about Mr. Marshall, that he was strict, domineering, and unforgiving. But an excellent teacher. Mr. Marshall wasn’t as big as Pop, probably 6′, 190lbs. He was a hairy man, blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His eyes were fierce and intimidating. “Drake Anderson,” barked Mr. Marshall with a booming voice. “I had your older brother Kevin a couple years ago, a great soccer player,” he confessed. “I haven’t seen you at soccer tryouts, son. Are you not interested?” Mr. Marshall inquired. “The athlete gene skipped me, sir,” I replied. “Good boy for calling me sir,” he responded, while he winked. “But don’t you worry, I’ll put your ass to use.” With this exchange I immediately felt a twitch in my boy hole. I instantly started quivering and wanted to become Mr. Marshall’s favorite student. Throughout the rest of the day, I felt as if Mr. Marshall couldn’t keep his eyes or attention off of me. Often calling on me and checking in on me. “Drake, do you mind staying a few minutes after class and helping me clean. I’ll be able to drive you home?” Mr. Marshall requested. “I’ll have to check in with my dad and brother, Mr. Marshall,” I replied. “Don’t you worry about that Drake; Mark and I are good friends and I’ll clear everything with him.” So, it was settled. And I proceeded to stay after class and help Mr. Marshall as needed. At gaziantep escort bayan first, we started off rearranging the furniture. Then we replenished any supplies that needed it. Lastly, Mr. Marshall asked me to clean the dry erase board. But because I was so short, this proved to be a bit challenging. All of a sudden, I was lifted up and was able to reach the higher parts of the dry erase board. Mr. Marshall was holding me up by the waist with one arm, and holding my crotch with the other hand. He was massaging my pubescent dick and I was getting hard, and I knew he could feel me. This continued for about 10 minutes. Once the boards were clean, we climbed in his car and he dropped me off at home. I probably arrived home 40 minutes after my normal time. Because of the fact that I was home alone, I took advantage of this time to browse porn online and jackoff before anyone got home. The feeling of Mr. Marshall crushing my penis and balls with his massive hand, was still fresh, so I searched for hardcore gay porn. The scene was of a younger smooth twink guy, completely naked, restrained, and blindfolded. The other model was massive, muscular, older, and fully clothed in leather. The twink was tied down to a table with his huge dick pointing straight to the ceiling. There were straps around his thighs that tied to his wrists, above his head, exposing his hole. His balls had a band tied around it and didn’t move much. The twink’s entire body was oily. The Leatherman was very sensually jacking the twink’s dick and massaging his balls, then suddenly he would slap the balls and the twink would yelp. The massaging and slapping continued for about 5 minutes, almost making the twink cum, but the Leatherman never allowed it. Then the Leatherman produced a long riding crop whip. Initially the Leatherman would whip the twink’s hole/taint area. Going up and randomly smacking his ass cheeks harder…and this would always produce a cry from the helpless twink. The scene intensified when the whipping continued up to the balls and dick and randomly on the ass and torso area. Before I knew it, I was laid back in my desk chair, knees to my chest, and slapping my own balls/dick and jacking off. All I could think about was Mr. Marshall massaging my dick through my pants and that image took me over the edge and I was shooting cum all over my chest and chin. While coming down from my high, I heard a car door slam and immediately I turned to look at my bedroom door. I had left my door cracked, because I knew I’d be alone for a while, but I swear I saw a shadow disappear as I looked in that direction. I didn’t think much of the shadow and assumed I was seeing things. I closed my laptop and ran into the bathroom to get cleaned up. During my dash to the bathroom, I hear Kevy yell out, “Dee, Pop, I’m home.” I froze in my tracks and thought to myself, Pop must’ve come home while I was engrossed in that porno. I felt a knot in my stomach. Was Pop the shadow that I saw at my door?! to be continued…

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