Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

Andrew's life had, so far, been a bit of trouble for him. His mom and dad split, and his mom took his older sister with him. She said that it was 'better that way', but he didn't understand it he didn't much care to find out just what she meant, either. He figured it was something cruel, and he had no interest in keeping the truth on his conscience. At least his dad had a decent job, so they got to keep the house. It was nothing too amazing, but comforting enough. He didn't want to have to move on top of everything. It'd been two years since. The lack of arguments between his parents and his sister's overall bitchiness which both she and their mother vehemently accredited to her hormones allowed him to get his grades up, and even his depression was fading. Unfortunately, the last year had slapped him with puberty, and though he had manliness to look forward to, growing hair in weird places, his changing voice, and the random, fierce urges to hump things -- anything, living or not -- was really irritating. Somehow, in all that mess, he'd managed to snag his first girlfriend. The relationship was a bit of a silly thing he'd never kissed her and they were incredibly too shy to even hold hands in public. But he liked her. She was cute, with her oversized glasses and freckles. She got called a nerd a lot, but he didn't see it. He liked that she was smart and was even willing to help him with math, which he was terrible at. He was more concerned that his decent into manhood would scare her off. Already, he was growing a patchy beard and he wore deoderant and even showered every day which, admittedly, he did more for an excuse to fap furiously before school. He was nothing special, really. He liked to write poems and kept a journal. He drew, sometimes, and kept his art tacked and taped on his walls. His girlfriend, Jenny, complimented it sometimes, and it always turned his cheeks red hot with embarassment. He had dark hair and pale skin, his eyes a bright green with a dark brown streak in his right iris. He was short, even for his age, and scrawny, which often left him in the hands of bullies. He always stood up to them for Jenny, but he only ignored it when they picked on him. He got off the school bus, Jenny following shyly behind. It was her first time visiting the Dryle house, and she was nervous, but so was Andrew. He hadn't asked his father, too shy to confront him, but it was okay since he wouldn't been home for a while, not until dinner time. He was sure of that. So he escorted her along and unlocked the door, closing it quietly behind him. Uhm. So. This is it..! he spoke, gesturing to the room around him. She gave a small giggle in response and he blushed heavily. Do you want to do stuff in here? she asked. The front room was the lounge, and she worried that the prospect of a television would be too distracting. ... Well, we can go to my room... he said, meaning it as a joke. She shrugged. Okay. The response was so innocent that Andrew felt a little guilty for apparently roping her into it. It certainly didnt help that his prick was suddenly trying to fight it's way out of his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment, then smiled and lead her on. It's his way. He walked behind her, guiding her with words as he attempted to berate his prick into submission damned thing always seemed to choose the worst times...