Drake Grizzly And The Case Of The Vanishing Porn Star
Drake Grizzly And The Case Of The Vanishing Porn Star
By: Shadowblade20
It was a rainy morning as Drake woke up with a hangover from the night before. He brings his massive hairy hands to his pounding head and lets out a deep groan. He turns over in his bed to find someone sleeping next to him naked. The kid looked about eighteen or nineteen give or take. He had a swimmers build, olive skin, dark brown hair and a bubble butt that was begging to be spanked. Just as Drake was lustfully staring at the kid's ass. He began to remember the erotic encounter he had the night before.
A big grin came across his face as picked up the empty box of twelve count condoms he had only bought yesterday. Drake stoodup and staggered to the bathroom. Drake took his nine inch thick piece of mantool in his hand and began to piss. When he finished he looked at himself in the mirror. Drake was a big man he stood six foot two inches tall, two hundred and eighty pounds, somewhat muscular, nicely tanned and one hairy motherucker. If Grizzly Adams and Paul Bunyan were to see him they would get down on their knees at a snap of his fingers to service his hot cock.
Drake turned on the shower and got in. As he was lathering up is hot hairy body his cock was aching for attention. Drake looked down and asked his cock, did'nt you get enough last night? His cock only throbbed in responce. Drake said to himself well there is only one thing to do. He reached down and wrapped his hairy paw around his mantool. He began to moan as he pulled his hard thobbing cock. Ahhhhh ohhh fuck yeah feels sooo damn good. He gave his cock a good squeeze it oozed precum. Ahhhhhh yeah im gonna milk myself dry. He reached around to his asshole and played around the outside a bit. He slide if finger into his ass massaging the quivering prostate inside him. Although Drake is strictly a top he would never deny himself any type of pleasure to explore. His cock was really oozing now. Stroke for stroke this man was getting closer and closer to climax.
Drake could feel his climax approaching churning and moving from his balls and on thought his prostate. He cupped his left hand in front of his pulsating cock. He was stoking so hard and fast his hand and cock were a blurr. He started to breath heavily his big hairy chest heaving. His big round brown nipples jutting out. He could'nt last much longer Ohhhh God I'm Cumming ahhh Oh Fuck ahhhhhhhhhhhh FFUUCCCCCCKK MEEEEEEEE! Eight long thick ropes of hot creamy white manjuice shot out of his mantool. Whew oh man that was hot. A little light today though lol he grabed a dixie cup off of a table next to the shower and scooped up his cum inside. He proceded to wash off and got out of the shower and dried off.
He wrapped a towel around his waist picked up his cup and walked to the kitchen. He pulled out the blender and set his cup of manjuice down on the counter next to it. He went to the fridge and grabbed a Banana, kiwi fruit, a handfull of stawberries and a half gallon jug of milk. He went to the cupboard and grabbed some protein powder. Drake chopped up the fruit and dumped it into the blender along with some milk and two scoops of protein powder. He started the blender and watched it liquify the fruit and powder. He took the lid off the blender and added his own freshly squeezed manjuice to the mix. When he was done he got out a glass and poured himself some. Bottoms up and with that said he knocked it back drinking every last drop. He smacked his lips a said ahhhhh good to the last drop now THIS is the breakfast of champions.
Drake sauntered back to his bedroom and stood in the doorway. Just then the kid was waking up he looked a little disoriented at first but then realized where he was. Good Morning said Drake did you sleep well. The kid stretched and yawned yeah I did thanks. Would you like some breakfast? Nahhhh im good by the way what time is it? It's half past ten. Why? Are you in a hurry? OHH FUCK I'm late ive got to go. They will fire my ass if in not at work in twenty minutes. Drake watched as the kid was dressing a at hundred miles per hour. So can I call you some time? Nahhhhh I dont think that would be a good idea. Besides your totally out of my age bracket pops. POPS?!?!?! Drake was thinking to himself who in the hell this this kid think he was? I may be 40 yrs old but I could fuck and suck this lil twinkie under the damn table. Ahhh ok kid well what is that you do? If you dont mine me asking. Oh I work for Mans Country Productions you know porn movies. Ahhh so your an actor? No im a fluffer I keep the guys hard for the camera by sucking them. Ohhhhh I see ok By the way what is your name kid? It's Christian Rivers nice to meet you pops. Well I'm off it was fun and thanks for the fuck c-ya maybe. And with that he was out of the door. Pops my ass lil twinkie god I was really drunk last night to have fucked some little hairless pup like that.
Drake took of his towel and walked over to his closet and took out his usual white dress shirt, navy slacks with suspenders, tie and Kenneth Cole shoes. He got dressed grabbed his trench coat, wallet and keys. He exited his beach house and got into his Black Classic GTO. He started his car with a loud roar like a grizzly bear. He pulls his car up the hill and drove down the coast into town. The town of Hollywood,California sin city. He finally pulled into the parking garage of the Mountain Creek Arms. A really nice office building of sorts. He parked in his usual spot next to the elevator door. He got out of the car walked over to the elevator and pushed the call button. The doors opened and he got in and pushed the ninth floor button. As he was standing there the elevator music changed to Wild Boys by Duran Duran. He snickered a bit and then the door opened for the ninth floor.
He walked down a long hall and then came upon a frosted glass door with the words GRIZZLY INVESTIGATIONS. Just inside the phone was ringing Drake was fumbling with his keys and finally opened the door. He snatched the phone off the reciever and said Grizzly investigation how may I help you. A voice of an older man on the other end said. Ahhhh Mr Grizzly, JP Horath here president of Mans Country Productions. I have a job for you sir. I'm sorry I don't do that kind of thing anymore Mr Horath thank you goodbye. WAIT GRIZZLY there has been a kidnapping. Oh Really, Who? Lance Scott aka Butch Ironthighs you know of him. Drake's face went pale uuuuh yeah I know of him sure big cock furry ass rock hard muscular thighs. Yeah of course who doesn't. You seem a little nervous grizzly you ok. Yes sir I am Ill be at your offices in twenty minuets.
What Did Drake mean by he didnt do that kind of thing anymore?
And Why was he so damn nervous at the mention of some porn stars name.
All that and more in part two of Drake Grizzly and the Vanishing Porn Star
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