Rashard
Ballard, AKA “Lil Chuckee”, was horny as hell!
He was so Horny, he was propositioning his label mates- the women AND the
men! The last person he propositioned
was Drake. Drake had just laughed and
told him to go away. “If I don’t bust a
nut soon,” Lil Chuckee said to himself. “I’m gonna go crazy!” So, he knew what he had to do. He got up from the couch that he had been
lying on and headed towards his bedroom.
On his way to his room, he saw Drake.
Drake was coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around
his waist. In the last year or so, Drake
had been lifting weights and whatnot. He
was getting a nice, toned upper body.
And Lil Chuckee noticed all of Drake’s hard work. “Hey, man.” Drake said when he saw Lil
Chuckee. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Lil Chuckee thought about how to answer this
question. He thought of something
quickly and said, “I need to get online and talk to some of my honeys.” He
lied. Drake chuckled and headed to his
room. Lil Chuckee noticed Drake’s ass as
he went by. His dick started stirring in
his pants. He was quickly reminded that
he had to head to his room.... QUICKLY!
Seconds
later, Lil Chuckee got his room. He
opened it and looked inside. Luckily, no
one was in his room. “Thank god!” He
said as he closed the door and locked it behind him. Then he remembered something. He ran to his desk and pulled out a
sign. He opened the door and put the
sign on the door knob. The sign read:
“Do Not Disturb. Genius At Work”. Then
he closed and re-locked the door. Once
he felt sure he would be left alone, he started stripping off his clothes. As he took off his clothes, he imagined Drake
was taking off his clothes for him. When
he was finally undressed, he got into his bed and closed his eyes.
Chuckee
breathed in deeply. He could smell
Drake’s cologne through the entire room.
He slowly opened his eyes. He
looked around the room. “This isn’t my
room.” He thought to himself. He sat up
so he could survey his surroundings better.
Although it wasn’t his room, The room looked familiar to Lil Chuckee.
“This is Drake’s room.” Chuckee was a
little confused. He had no idea how he
got in here. He was about to get up,
when the door opened. Drake was standing
in the doorway. “It’s about time you
were awake.” He said. “What happened?”
Chuckee asked weakly. “You passed out
while you were in the booth.” Drake said. “You scared the hell out of
everybody. You especially scared
Weezy.” “How did I get back here?”
Chuckee asked. “Weezy had you checked
out by a doctor at the studio,” Drake said. “Once the doctor said you just
needed rest, he let me take you back home.”
“Oh. OK.” Chuckee said. He looked
down and realized that he was butt naked. “Uh, what happened to my
clothes?” “Chill, man.” Drake said. “I
took them off of you so that you’d feel more comfortable.” Chuckee rubbed his neck vigorously. “Man, my neck is killing me.” He
groaned. Drake walked over to
Chuckee. Chuckee noticed that Drake was
just wearing a pair of basketball shorts.
Chuckee noticed Drake’s toned chest and arms. Chuckee could feel his dick start to
stir. He absentmindedly rubbed the bulge
that was forming in his pants. “Lord,
Drake is fine as hell!” Chuckee thought to himself.”Yummm!”
“Would
you like me to give you a massage?” Drake asked. “Okay...sure.” Chuckee said, trying
desperately not to grin his head off! “I
love my life!” He thought to himself. “This day couldn’t get any better.” Chuckee was about to find out how good his
day was about to get!
Drake
went over to his desk. He got his lotion
from the top drawer. “Lay down on your
stomach.” He said. Chuckee lay down,
waiting for Drake to begin the massage.
Drake squirted some lotion onto Chuckee’s back. Chuckee shivered a bitg when he felt the cold
lotion on his back. “The lotion’s cold, hunh?”
“Just a little.” Chuckee replied.
“Sorry about that.” Drake said.
“No big deal.” Chuckee said, smiling back at Drake. Drake began massaging Chuckee’s shoulders. Drake’s firm hands slowly massaged Chuckee’s
shoulders. He worked his way up
Chuckee’s arms. Chuckee closed his eyes
and felt his body starting to relax.
Just then, Chuckee felt Drake tugging at his blanket, trying to pull it
off. Chuckee quickly turned and looked
at Drake. “Relax, man. I’m just gonna massage the rest of you.” He
said. Chuckee paused for a moment. He didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to get the full body
massage from Drake, the other part was nervous.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you.
I’m just gonna relax you a bit.”
Chuckee let go of the blanket.
Drake took off the blanket, exposing Chuckee’s naked body. Chuckee laid back down on his stomach. Drake continued massaging Chuckee’s
back. “That feels so good.” Chuckee
said. “Thanks.” Drake said. “I knew
you’d like it.”
Drake
massaged his way down to Chuckee’s booty.
“That’s a nice ass you go there.
I wonder if it jiggles.” He said.
He gave Chuckee’s ass a playful slap.
It wiggled and jiggled for a few seconds. “I guess it does. Nice.”
Chuckee just giggled a little bit.
“Do that again.” Chuckee said. “I kinda liked that.” Drake grabbed Chuckee’s legs and slid him
across his lap. “Whoa!” Drake began
using Chuckee’s ass cheeks like a pair of congo drums. Chuckee felt every slap of Drake’s hand. It really turned him on. Chuckee rubbed his sore ass. “That really
turned me on.” Drake laid Chuckee back
down on the bed. He saw Chuckee’s hard
dick. “Damn, son, you must really be
turned on.” Drake said. “Let me help you out.”
Drake
bent down and put his mouth on Chuckee’s dick.
Chuckee gasped as he felt Drake’s wet lips on his dick. Drake sucked Chuckee’s dick like it was an
ice cream cone! “Fuck, man! That feels so damn good.” Chuckee
gasped. He was in absolute heaven. He had never felt this good before. Drake continued to suck on Chuckee’s
dick. While he was sucking Chuckee’s
dick, he started playing with Chuckee’s ass.
He stuck his middle finger up Chuckee’s asshole. “Owwww! That hurts!” Chuckee hollered. “Relax, man.
It’ll feel better in a minute.” Drake said, in a soothing tone. After a minute or two, Chuckee started to
feel better. As a matter of fact, he
felt great! His body tingled as Drake’s
finger did it’s magic. Pretty soon,
Drake was able to insert another finger.
He worked his finger in and out of Chuckee’s hole, loosening it up. “I think you’re ready for the real thing.”
Drake said. Chuckee looked down and saw
Drake’s big dick, hard and ready to fuck!
“Are
you serious?” Chuckee asked. He was all
kinds of nervous. He had never been
fucked before. “Yea, I’m serious.” Drake
said. “This ass is just begging to be fucked.”
“I’ve never been fucked before.” Chuckee admitted. “Don’t stress, I’ll be gentle.” Drake said.
“I promise.” Drake gently flipped
Chuckee onto his stomach. Then he
slipped a pillow under Chuckee’s hips, forcing Chuckee’s ass up in the
air. Drake smiled as the light of the
lamp hit Chuckee’s ass just right. Drake
gave Chuckee’s ass cheeks one last, good squeeze. “This is gonna be fun.” He thought to
himself.
Drake
slowly slid his dick up Chuckee’s virgin asshole. “Owww!” Chuckee groaned loudly. “Damn, your
dick big!” “Man, I only have the head
in.” Drake said. “There’s more dick to come.”
He slid more of his dick up Chuckee’s hole. “Damn, you weren’t kidding.” Chuckee moaned.
“SSSHHHIIITTT!” He tried to escape
Drake’s monster dick, but Drake wasn’t having it. “Where do you think you’re going?” Drake
asked. He put more of his weight down on
Chuckee. Chuckee was trapped under
Drake’s weight. “Fuck! Damn! Shit!” Chuckee moaned. “I’mma bang your
little ass out!” Drake promised. And,
with that, he began fucking Chuckee like he was the last ass on earth. Chuckee felt Drake’s dick as it slammed up
his ass repeatedly. After a while,
Chuckee felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.
“This dick feels good.” He moaned. “Fuck me deeper.” “You like this dick, do you?” Drake
asked. “Yess.” Chuckee sighed, his body
twitching with unseen electricity.
Drake
roughly flipped Chuckee onto his back. “What the...?” “I wanna look at you when I fuck you.” Drake
said as he reentered Chuckee. In this
position, Chuckee could really feel Drake’s dick up in him. “Dick...Too...Big.” Chuckee gasped.
“Can’t...Take...No...More!” Drake
ignored Chuckee and fucked him harder and faster. “I told you I was gonna bang your back out.”
Drake said with a smile. He wiped the
sweat from his brow as he continued his assault on Chuckee’s loosened asshole.
“Let me see you stroke your dick while I fuck the shit out of you.” Chuckee grabbed his dick and began stroking
his dick furiously. His breath quickened
as he continued stroking his dick. After
a few minutes, He screamed, “I’M GONNA CUMMM!”
Just then, Drake pulled out of Chuckee’s ass. He stood over Chuckee and came all over
Chuckee’s body. Drake got off the bed
and said, “That was good....Chuckee?”
“Chuckee?” Chuckee woke up with a start. “Uh...Yea?”
“Are you alright in there?” Drake said, opening the door just a bit and
sticking his head inside. “Yea...I’m fine.” Chuckee said. “Okay.
Wayne told me to check on you.” Drake said. “I’ll be back later.” Drake
left and closed the door behind him. “I
can’t believe I just dreamed all that up.” Chuckee said to himself. “It seemed so
real.” He took off his covers and looked
down at himself. He was covered in
cum. “What the fuck!” He was covered in cum from his neck to his
torso, as if someone had stood over him and came on his stomach and chest. “I
was here by myself, wasn’t I?” Chuckee
looked around the room. He was
definitely by himself. “This is just too fuckin’ weird.” He reached for a towel that was on the floor
and started cleaning himself up.
When
he was cum free, he wrapped the towel around himself and headed towards the
bathroom. On his way to the bathroom, He
saw Drake talking to Gudda. When Drake
saw Chuckee, he smiled at him. This made
Chuckee’s dick get rock hard. “Chill out
down there!” Chuckee thought to himself.
He ran to the bathroom as fast as he could. He closed the door behind him. Then he dropped his towel and stepped into
the shower stall.
The
End
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