SEXY SCENE. You've been warned. -Shada54546/everyboulevard
Drake shuddered and felt himself blush with lust and slight fear. Kurt really didn't care about it though. Sliding one of his hands into Drake's jeans, Kurt then whispered in the keyboardist's ear, "Ever been fucked by a guy before?" Drake's face was now almost the color of a red ruby. Nobody had asked him that question in his entire life.
"...N-No, I haven't." the younger man said, obviously lying. The teal-skinned man chuckled lightly and slid his hand straight into Drake's briefs, causing the keyboardist to hold back a gasp. It was as if Drake is trying not to show any sign of pleasure. Kurt knew what Drake was doing so he unzips the tan-skinned man's jeans and lowers them a little. Drake's eyes widened slightly by this and felt himself get hard. Drake? Hard because of a guy?! NO WAY! However, it was a man he lost his virginity to. The keyboardist tipped his head back and closed his eyes as the memory played back in his mind.
Drake, who was only 14 at the time, was headed home from class at his middle school. For a boy only at age 14, Drake was a very tall boy. He was 5ft 9in in height. As Drake was walking out of his Science class, the principal came over on the intercom.
"Drake Massacre, please come to the principal's office," the intercom announced. Everybody that was around Drake glared at him. One sixth-grader even had the audacity to say, "Ooooh! You're in trouble!" Drake made his way through the crowds of people, and to the principal's office. Mr. Davidson, the principal, was sitting in his office inspecting Drake's confiscated leather belt. Earlier that morning, Drake was whipping other kids with the belt just for fun until the dean saw him. The younger boy walking into the office.
"Oh," Mr. Davidson said, "Mr. Massacre. Please, take a seat." He gestures to the chair in front of his desk. Drake plopped down onto the chair. "Now, about this belt..." the principal began.
Drake interrupted, "I know. I'm sorry about that." Mr. Davidson just grinned. Drake was now confused. Then, the man got up from his chair and grabs Drake by the wrist. Drake tried to get away, but the man was too strong. Mr. Davidson, or Charles to give a full name, wrapped the belt around Drake's wrists and he tied his feet with another belt. The boy struggled and strained to get free but it was no use.
The keyboardist was shaken back to reality as he felt Kurt suck on his cock. Drake could feel Kurt's grip on his thighs and the way he sucked on his tan-skinned dick. The mechanic's head bobbed up and down the keyboardist's cock, sucking in and pushing out just made Drake's cock throb more. Kurt smirked a little and quickened his pace, sucking the older Massacre-man's cock faster and harder. Drake felt his balls get heavy, about to shoot. Kurt let go of Drake's cock just in time to let the tan-skinned man climax on his face. Kurt then gently grabs Drake by the shirt and pulls him down. Drake blushes and can't help himself but lick his own salty cream off of Kurt's face. Kurt just chuckled, "You're kinda like your bro, aren't you?" Drake smirked a little at this. Maybe he was a little like Johnny.