The Drake and the Cake

Her Drake - Chapter 1

Matthew ran to the post office with a letter in his hand. He was racing past the cars on the highway, almost getting crashed into in the process. As he approached the post office, he realized it was closed already. He was only a few minutes late. "Well, this sucks." "I've gotta get this to her.." "I'll head back home." Matthew thinks to himself, "𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳..", as he walks down the sidewalk to his house. He shoves his hands inside his hoodie's pocket, and eventually reaches his house. He walks in, and goes to bed. He dreams about him being able to fuck her again. The wet nights when they were together. Him thrusting into her. The scent of his lubricant and cologne. It's hard to believe it all fell apart one year ago today. At 6:47 AM, Matthew wakes up. He rushes to the post office, and arrives with the letter in his palm. The envelope is sealed with his cum. The employees didn't seem to notice, though. He hands it to them. "Hey, can you sent this to 23011 Skibidi Gyatt Rd?" "Sure! We'll just need your name really quick." "Matthew Bernard Sturniolo." "Kay, we'll send it. Have a nice one!" "You too!" Matthew walks out of the post office. He heads up the sidewalk, and dashes over to the local cafe to grab a drink. "Just a small coffee, please." He races out, and makes some food at home. He talks to his brother, Nick Sturniolo. "N: Hey dude! What are you doing?" "M: Just walking to my room. Might jerk off later." "N: i didnt need to know that." Matthew walks to his room, and takes his clothes off. He starts violently stroking his warm, throbbing, veiny dick. It feels like a brick. He tries to resist the urge to let his cum spurt out, but he can't hold it in anymore. It squirts to the ceiling, and cum starts raining down. He walks out of the room to take a shower, drenched in sperm. His brothers stare at him as he walks to the bathroom. After he takes a shower, he goes to sleep in his cum-drenched bed. In the morning, he brushes his teeth and goes to the bar. "One red wine, please!" He drinks his red wine, and heads out of the bar. He walks past the road.