Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 02:28:32 -0800
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

That night after Rod and Dalton left, Jason and Derek were having a quiet
evening at home each drinking a beer and watching ESPN.  Derek was lying
down with his head resting in Jason's lap.  Jason was slowly stroking
Derek's thick wavy hair as they watched TV and he was lost in thought as to
what happened just a few hours before with Rod.

Derek noticed that Jason was very quiet.  He seemed distracted and not
himself.  Maybe he was tired or jet lagged from all the traveling he did
today. It must be fatigue because normally they would have fucked the first
thing when Jason got home.

"Jase, did you get a chance to watch the game yesterday?  Seahawks are
killing it.  I don't see how anyone can beat their defense."

"Huh?  Oh yeah.  I watched most of it.  I was busy with work stuff so I was
distracted."

Actually Jason was watching the game, sprawled out on the hotel bed on his
stomach with Tay sitting on top of him, his cock sawing in and out of
Jason's upturned ass.  Jason obviously had never watched a game while
getting fucked but he had rode Derek's ass once while watching the
pro-bowl. Tay was riding him slowly, drinking a beer and yelling at the TV
about too many penalties or something.  It was amazing for Jason.  Getting
fucked by such a hot, masculine stud, drinking beer, watching football was
the most erotic, exciting thing ever to happen to him.  It wasn't too bad
either watching the fucking hot players packed into skin tight spandex
pants revealing every muscle, their bulges, the hot bubble butts and so
much testosterone in the air on the field and in his hotel room.

During half-time Jason found that Tay liked to really get into a rough fuck
session.  Jason was bent over in front of a tall mirror on the wall.  Tay
was behind him plowing away at Jason's rock hard ass. He made Jason watch
himself in the mirror.  He watched himself being taken by another man.  A
much bigger man.  A much superior man. A man that made him feel submissive
yet sexy at the same time.  He was being fucked like a fag, like a woman,
the way Tay fucks his wife.

Tay would shove poppers under his nose from time to time, calling him his
girl, his cunt, his pussy.  For some reason he didn't mind being called
these names.  Hell, he used to do the same thing to Derek and countless
other dudes he had conquered in the past. He never understood why they were
so turned on by that.  Now he knew.  He wanted more.  He felt like a little
boy around Tay with his 6'5" frame.  He followed him around like a lost
puppy dog and he liked the feeling.  He felt safe being held by Tay when
they slept at night, Tay's big ripped muscular arms wrapped around Jason's
smaller body.  Tay's cock wedged between Jason's ass cheeks until Tay felt
the urge to wake him in the middle of the night by sliding slowing into
Jason's ass and quietly making love to him.  He wanted this in his life.
He wanted it every day.

After Jason and Derek finished watching Sports Center it was time to go to
bed.  Jason knew Derek expected him to fuck him.  They made their way into
the bedroom and got undressed.  The crawled under the covers and Derek
cuddled up close.  Derek kissed Jason and was stroking Jason's beautiful
chest.

Jason was scared, confused and wanted to cry out and tell Derek what had
happened to him with Tay.  He couldn't.  He couldn't show Derek this side
of himself. He didn't want anyone to know he had been turned.  He had been
shown what he really is.  It would ruin his reputation as an Alpha and he
couldn't stand the embarrassment.

"Derek can we just cuddle tonight? I'm beat."

Derek stopped what he was doing and looked at Jason dumbfounded.  "What?"

"Can we just not have sex tonight.  I'm really just not in the mood."

"You're not in the mood? You're always in the mood. You once fucked me
after running a triathlon for fucks sake."

"Yeah well I don't want to alright?  I'm fucking tired and I don't need
your sissy-bitching right now. Go to sleep!"

"You've been acting weird ever since you got home. Did something happen at
the convention? Come on dude, talk to me."

"FUCK!  Why do you have to be such a fucking girl all the time?  You always
want to talk about your feelings and shit.  Just this one time I would like
to have a little space and not have to worry about if you're happy or mad
or fucking jealous."

"Hey fucker! You made me this way.  You wanted me like this.  Do you think
I was this way before I met you?  Fuck NO I wasn't.  I was a fucking Alpha.
I was a fucking top.  I would walk into a club or the gym and I was a
fucking GOD. I met you and YOU turned me.  You fucked me into submission.
You turned me into this fucking needy, horny, bottom whore.  You pimp me
out to Dalton and his faggot friends for christs sake! This is YOUR fault
stud boy. This is all on you."

"Well I'm fucking sorry if I made you into what you really are.  You're
nothing but a fucking musclebound cunt who will spread his legs for any
muscle head that walks through the door. I give you a fucking awesome roof
over your head.  I give you the finest clothes and I take fucking care of
you.  Show some respect.  Be a fucking man."

"You know what? Fuck you.  Fuck you and fuck your arrogant, selfish
attitude you bastard."

"Get out of my bed."

"Fine.  I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom."

"GO!"

"You know, Dalton would never do this to me."

"Good for Dalton.  You should go and tell him and maybe HE'LL fuck you
tonight"

`Fuck."

Derek slept in the spare bedroom.  The next mooring was awkward.  They both
ignored each other while they got ready for work and then they both left
without saying a word.

Jason felt bad about how he treated Derek last night.  He didn't deserve to
be treated like that.  It was true.  He did make Derek into what he is.  He
thought he was doing him a service.  Now Tay had done the same thing to
him.  He knew how Derek felt.  He wanted to make amends with him.  Jason
still loved Derek but the dynamic in their relationship had to change. He
would apologize tonight.

Derek was still seething.  He was hurt and confused.  Something happened to
Jason last week.  Something was different. Everything was off and he wanted
to know why.  Even Jason's demeanor was different this morning.  It ate at
him all day and he decided to apologize tonight and make things right.  He
loved him and didn't want to fight anymore.

Later that morning Jason got a text.  It was from Tay.

HEY BABE. MISS YOU.  WHAT R U DOING?

 WORKING.  SHOWING A HOUSE.  MISS U 2.

THINK ABOUT U WHEN I FUCK MY WIFE.  WISH IT WAS U.

 WISH IT WAS ME 2.

GOTTA GET BACK 2 WORK. THINK OF ME.

 I WILL

Jason put his phone into his pocket and then it beeped again. It was Rod.

HEY BUD. HOW'S UR ASS TODAY.

 HEY.  ACTUALLY NOT BAD.

LOL GOOD GOOD.  WHAT R U DOING?

 WORKING.

I WANT 2 FUCK U LATER AFTER WORK

Jason immediately got hard.

 NOT A GOOD TIME. DEREK AND I R FIGHTING.

THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM.

 OK PROMISE WE WILL FUCK.  JUST NEED TO FIX THIS.

FUCK YOU.  ILL TEXT U LATER

Jason put the phone down on the dining room table of the empty house he was
showing.  `fuck what have I gotten myself into?' Jason looked down and he
was rock hard, his erection was standing tall in his dress pants. He needed
to rub one out.  He went into the guest bathroom and quickly shot a load
into the toilet.

He must have waited an hour before there was a doorbell chime. He rushed to
door and opened it. "Sorry I was in the garage and..." Jason stopped
suddenly and his jaw dropped. Standing before him was a tall hunk of a man.
He was dressed in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove.  Jason could
easily tell he worked out.  He looked to be in his early 40's. He was
extremely handsome with thick dark brown hair, blue eyes, square jaw.  His
shoulders were wide and his waist small from what he could tell under the
suit coat.

"Hello, my name is Michael Drake." He held out his hand in which Jason
shook and noticed this man had an extremely tight grip.

"Hello, I'm Jason.  I'm the agent on duty. Would you like to take a tour?"

"That's what I'm here for. Looking to buy a second home for me and my
wife." Jason could tell Michael was a very serious man.  He hadn't smiled
since he arrived and he moved like he was on a mission.  His demeanor was
very confident, very aggressive and he knew what he wanted.

"Great.  I'll ask you to take off your shoes or put these cloth booties
over your shoes to protect the carpet."

"No.  I'm not doing that. How many bedrooms are there?"

Jason was taken off guard by the abruptness.

"Ah...um alright.  There are four bedrooms.  A master and a private bath
and three other..."

"Fine.  Show me."

"Sure.  Follow me."

Michael moved ahead of him like he wasn't there and led the way up the
stairs.  Jason followed him up the stairs.  He couldn't help but notice the
amazing ass on this man.  It was tight and muscular and along with his
hamstrings, they strained the pants at the seams.

Michael had a long stride and headed down the hall to the smaller bedrooms.
He quickly poked his head in each room for only a few seconds and then
turned and proceeded to the Master at the other end of the wing.

This time he walked in and stood in the center.  He then walked into the
master bath and scanned the room. He came back into the master and again
stood in the center.  He looked over at the bed.  The bed was a staged
piece of furniture to make the room look cozy.  He took off his suit coat
and draped it over the chair next to the bed and rolled up his sleeves
exposing his enormous, tan forearms.

He turned and stepped over in front of me.  He stepped up very close to me
and I looked up to him as he towered above me.  He must have been 6'3 or
6'4, which dwarfed my 5'6.  He folded his massive arms over his chest and
stared down at me.

"Do you have any questions?" I asked.

He just stood there and stared at me.

"Would you like to see the basement?" I asked again.

Again he stood there, mute and continued to stare.  He stood there for
about 30 seconds quiet and boring holes though my eyes.

"Ah, there is a really nice gym in the east wing."

He stood for a couple more seconds making me start to sweat. "A gym?"
Finally, he speaks!

"Yes a rather large one. A thousand square feet with free weights, cardio,
sauna and a indoor/outdoor pool."

"Where do you workout?" He asked.

Why the fuck does he want to know that?

"Um...I Crossfit at the box here on the east side.  It's a few miles from
here."

"I like your build." He stated.

"Oh, thanks Mr. Drake." Now that was a fucking weird thing to say to me.

"How tall are you?" He asked.

"5'6."

"Impressive. You have such an amazing build for such a small body. It suits
you.  You're very...  proportionate."

I started to get hard.  I didn't know what was happening at first but now
it seemed like he was hitting on me. His deep baritone voice hypnotized me.

"Thank you Sir."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 22"

"22? A real estate agent at 22? That's pretty good. You know you look like
your 17, 18 tops."

"Thank you sir. I graduated from college last year.  I get that alot. I
look very young for my age."

"I have a son who's 18.  You remind me of him."

"Oh? In what way?"

"You both have the same build, same height, which is odd since I'm so
tall. You have the same handsome, model like features.  You both wear the
same kind of clothes, tight and form fitting. He's very attractive and he
knows it."

"Must take after his dad."

He smirked. He scanned my body up and down while I stood there frozen to
the spot.

"You always wear your clothes so tight?"  He said as he stroked my shoulder
down across my bicep.

I blushed.  "Well you know, I workout hard.  I like to show off what I
got."

"Of course you do. My son does the same thing. Boys like you usually wear
tight clothes, workout hard, showing off that hot ass and that pumped
chest. I bet you like showing off that body at the gym huh?  I can see you
strutting around in some tight Underarmour shirts, maybe some running
tights or compression shorts? Show off that ass?"

Shit, who was this guy? He had me pegged.  Hell, he even knew what workout
clothes I wear? What can I say?  I'm an exhibitionist and he hit it right
on the nose.

"Yeah you're looking for it aren't yeah?"

"It?"

"Dick."

"Well...I mean...No.  Well I guess. Sometimes?"

He smirked again. "Gay or bi?" He asked directly.

"Gay."

"Hmm, well!  Ok then.  I wasn't sure.  You don't act like a faggot.  I
assumed from the way you've been looking at me that you were some
bi-curious frat boy who swings on cock when his girlfriend's not
around. You know the type.  All straight and masculine, scoring pussy but
secretly fucking is best friend on the down-low.

"No.  I dated girls in high school and some in college but I'm only into
dudes.  I was, however, the best friend fucking that fratboy on the
downlow.  I was president of my frat after all. "

He stroked my cheek with the side of his hand. My heart was beating a
million times a second.  I'm sure I was blushing and coming off as a
complete novice.

"You were fucking him?" He asked like he didn't believe me.

"Yes.  Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Hey calm down pretty boy.  You're a small guy.  It's just hard to imagine
you plowing away at some dude's ass. You seem more like the slutty bottom
type to me."

"Fuck you, I am not!"

"Come on pretty boy. Don't act all innocent and shit.  I bet you get a lot
of cock. Don't you?"  He leaned down and put his arms around me in a bear
hug so I couldn't move my arms.  He squeezed me hard and looked down at me.
I looked up to him, straining my neck in order to see his face.  His chest
was huge and seeing over it was difficult.

"I...I guess.  I mean not as much as you'd think." What the fuck was I
saying? I've only been fucked by two guys.

He laughed for the first time since he arrived.  I could see his dazzling
white teeth.

"Oh I'm sure that tight little ass of yours has seen it's fair share of
cock."  He extended his hands down further and cupped my ass with his large
hands and lifted me up so that I was eye level with him, my feet dangling
like a rag doll in the air. My cock got rock hard, maybe harder that it
ever has been.

He held me out away from him like I was a little kid and looked down at my
crotch. "Well, well, looks like someone is ready for a good fuck.  Today's
your lucky day. I've got about 15 minutes before I have to go and meet the
wife at another house showing."

Now I was fucking horny and I wanted this man like no other.  He wasn't
taking no for an answer and I have a feeling I was going to live up to his
expectations of being that slutty bottom.  I wanted his cock up my ass and
I didn't care how hard or how deep he had to go.

He pulled me to him and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "How much do you
weigh?"

"I don't know 150, 160?"

" I weigh 230.  All muscle.  Hope you can take the weight."

And with that he turned and threw me over on the bed.  I landed on my ass
and bounced back a few feet to the headboard.  He grabbed my ankles and
pulled me across the bed until my feet were hanging off the end. He grinned
an evil grin and then fell down on top of me, splitting my legs apart with
his knees.  He grabbed me in a massive bear hug and rammed his tongue down
my throat as he aggressively humped his ample crotch onto my own raging
hard erection.

My hands were all over his body. Through his thin dress shirt I could feel
hardened knots of muscle tensing and flexing.  His weight was tremendous.
He covered every inch of my smaller body.

He sat up and untied my tie and ripped open my shirt. He pulled it off of
me and threw it on the floor. He then unfastened my belt and whipped it
through the loops with a snap and tossed it on the bed.  He unbuttoned my
pants, stood up on the floor and yanked off my shoes, then tugged my pants
off my legs and threw them behind his shoulder. Lastly he grabbed the top
of my skin-tight Underarmour boxer briefs and peeled them down over my
smooth tan legs and let them drop to the floor. I was now naked except for
my black nylon dress socks that were stretched tight over my feed and
ankles up to my calves.

I reached up to pull them off and he stopped me. "No.  These stay on."
Alright, he had some kind of sock fetish.  Gonna go with it.

I lay back down and watched him ogle me with his eyes.

"Fuck, boy.  Fucking beautiful body.  So smooth like a fucking girl.  I bet
that pussy's shaved smooth too?"

"Yes Sir."

"Look at those cum gutters."  He ran his fingers over my ripped abs. I
remember calling Derek's abs "cum gutters." He loved it and now so do I.

He lay down on top of me again and my legs automatically went up and around
his waist. He stroked my biceps and kissed me gently.

"Such a beautiful boy."

"Mr Drake?  Can I take off your clothes?"

"No.  This won't take long."

He stood and reached for my belt that was on the bed next to me.  He
grabbed my ankles, put them together and wrapped the belt around them.  He
tied the belt tight so I couldn't spread my legs.

He set my legs down and strolled over to his suit coat.  I felt a little
vulnerable lying there naked, my legs tied and he was fully clothed.  He
pulled something out of the inside pocket of his coat and came back over to
the bed.  He stopped short of the bed and stood there not saying anything.
He reached down and stroked his hard cock through his suit pants while he
stared at my body, scanning every inch of it. I was getting more and more
aroused.  I was making him more aroused too.  My body was doing this to
him.  He had lust in his eyes and he wanted me.  He didn't give a shit
about me as a person.  He just wanted me for my body and he was going to
have it.  This feeling was highly stimulating for me.  This must be what
Derek feels when Dalton and his friends would tag team him. The thought
that my body, my face, my hair, everything about me could get men to want
to drop everything and get inside me was the most intoxicating feeling I've
ever had.

He was holding a small tube of lube.  He used his teeth to tear off the end
and then he spit it at me.  It landed on my chest and I slowly flicked it
away.

He came forward to the bed, climbed on and stood on his knees to one side
of my bound legs. He pulled down the zipper on his dress pants.  He reached
in and slowly pulled out a huge, veiny cock that must have been the
thickness of my wrist. He gently coated his cock with the lube and then
lifted my legs and squeezed the rest onto and into my hole. His eyes
penetrated mine.  He had a very serious look on his handsome, chiseled
face.  He grabbed my ankles and raised them up onto his right shoulder. He
leaned forward and I could feel the tip of his cock push up against my
hole, my pussy.


He leaned forward, bending my knees down to my chest and gave me a long
hard soulful kiss.  He started to push the tip through my tight cunt and it
hurt like hell.  I tensed up and I gritted my teeth with each push.  I was
breathing hard and fast trying to get though the initial penetration. I
grabbed hold of his shirt that was tight against his biceps and I whimpered
in agony.

"Shhh, it's ok baby.  It's going to be ok.  Just relax and dad will slide
right in."

Dad? I was used to role playing since I had done it so much over the years
so I thought I would just go along.  Besides it was kind of hot since he
was twice my age.

"Oh fuck yeah. Slide it in my daddy."

He stopped pushing and looked down at me but my eyes were clenched shut in
pain.

"Look at me."  I opened my eyes and gazed into his beautiful blue
eyes. "Call me dad.  Don't call me daddy."

"Oh, ok"

I relaxed my ass muscles and he started to slide in.

"Ohhhhhh yeah baby boy.  Fuck me your so tight."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god! Dad, you're all the way in.  Holy shit dad!"

He started to pull out his length a little and then pushed back in again.
It felt incredible.

"Oh Ben you're so fucking tight boy.  You're so fucking beautiful.  So
fucking hot."

Ben?  Who the hell is Ben? He knew my name was Jason.

He started to really pump my pussy hard.  He sat up and held my legs tight
to his chest as he looked down and watch his cock enter and exit my hole.

"Fuck Ben.  Looks so hot with dad's cock pounding your ass.  You like that
Ben?  Huh?  Tell me son.  Tell dad you like it."

Holy shit he's pretending he's fucking his son.  What the fuck do I do?
What could I do but just ride it out and play along?

"Yeah dad!  Oh fuck I love you inside of me.  Fuck me dad!  Fuck my pussy
old man!"

He growled at me and then picked up his pace.  The sound of his lower abs
slapping against my ass filled the room.

"Yeah boy?  Yeah?  You like your old man fucking your boy pussy?  You want
me to seed you like I did your mother?


Fuck this was getting HOT!

"Oh please dad! Please fucking get me pregnant like you did to mom.  Make
me your bitch dad!"

"Yeah Ben.  That's what I'm doing boy.  The last few years you've been
strutting around the house half naked, teasing me with those muscular legs
and the beefy little ass. All those times watching you play football,
running up the field in those tight spandex football pants. You were
taunting me weren't you?  You wanted this.  You fucking asked for
this. Take my fuck you fucking beautiful boy."

He started to pound even faster and I could tell he was getting close.

"Fuck me dad.  I'm a fucking whore.  I'm YOUR fucking muscleboy.  I workout
for you dad .  I need to look hot for you dad.  I want you to see my body
and make you want to rape me dad.  Dad I'm getting close!  I'm getting
close!"

All a sudden I felt him tense up.  I looked up at him and even though he
was fully dressed I could still see every muscle in his body flex and
strain as he gave a hellacious yell into the ceiling.  His suit looked like
it would burst and his blue striped tie was tight around his neck and
looked like it would snap and fly off.

"AAHHHHHH FFFFFUUUCCKKKK!!!!

I felt his cock expand and then flood my small tight snatch with what
seemed like gallons of cum. He was so fucking sexy.  To see this beautiful
man, old enough to be my dad, still dressed in his expensive shirt and tie,
explode inside me made my cock get harder and without touching myself my
dick exploded and flung cum up over my head, splashing across the headboard
and then again onto my face.

I was a sweaty mess.  Michael came down off his high and looked down at
me. He leaned forward and ran his hands over my smooth quads and up to my
abs, to my chest and then my biceps. He kissed me and licked the cum off my
face.  He then fed it to me in another kiss.

Michael undid the belt around my ankles.  He came to the side of the bed
and pulled me by my left arm and spun me around until my head was hanging
off the side of the bed.

"Clean it"

I opened my mouth and he lowered his sticky cock into my mouth.  I sucked
and licked and deep throated that cock until it was squeaky clean.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, took a step back, shoved it back into
his pants and zipped up.  He had just fucked me and didn't even have to get
out of his clothes.  FUCKING HOT!

I sat up and scooted off the bed and picked up my briefs and slid them
on. He watched me as I collected my pants and shirt and lay them down on
the bed.  He sat down on the bed next to me, a little out of breath and it
was quiet.  Neither one of us said a word for a few minutes.

He put his hand on my knee and rubbed it.  I looked over at him and he
smiled but his eyes had changed.  He didn't look so stern.  He actually
looked a little vulnerable.

He patted my knee. "Thanks Jason."

I smiled. "Oh I'm Jason again?"

He started to blush. "Yeah I hope I didn't freak you out."

"No.  I just wasn't sure what was going on at first."

"Well it's something I'm not proud of."

"That you want to fuck your son?"

He laughed a little. "Yeah.  Yeah I guess that's it."

"Well I don't judge. I've done plenty of shit I shouldn't be proud
about. Do you do this a lot? Pretend to fuck your son?"

"A few times.  I'm not even sure if it's a gay thing or not.  It started a
couple of years ago when Ben started to fill out.  He started playing
football and he joined the swim team. When you have a kid that looks like
you Jason, I don't know, he became so attractive to me.  Spandex football
pants, speedos, underarmour, let's just say that boy wears a lot of
spandex." He laughed again. "So to satisfy these urges, when I come across
a guy who resembles my son Ben, like you, well I just see where it goes and
hopefully I can get some ass. Coming across you today was just stupid
luck."

"Does that often work?"

"Actually yes. My theory is that dudes that look like you and my son are
usually gay or at least bi.  I'm not saying you look gay but looking as
perfect as you do, you must be into dudes even if it's just curiosity."

I laughed. "Well I'll take that as a compliment and dude, your son must be
fucking incredibly hot!" I said as I punched his shoulder.

Now he laughed again, "Jason, he is.  Oh god, he is."

"Do you think he might be into dudes?"

"You know I think sometimes that he is. I just get this vibe sometimes from
him.  He walks all around the house in nothing but these skimpy spandex
briefs but only when his mom isn't home.  And also when it's just him and
me he'll wear these sexy speedos into the pool.  They aren't the team
regulation ones either.  They are skimpy and revealing.  His cute little
bubblebutt and thick quads can barely fit.  Any other time he wears regular
trunks. It's like he's taunting me."

"Hmmm, it sounds to me like he's trying to send out some kind of message. I
mean dude, look at you.  You are a fucking DILF.  You are a walking wet
dream.  He probably thinks the same things about you.  Hell if I were your
son I would totally be crushin on you."

"Thanks pretty boy. It doesn't help that all his buddies are fucking hot
too.  They all look like A&F models or something.  They all played sports
with him in high school and the amount of testosterone in the house when
these guys come over is immeasurable.  I have to fucking beat off in the
bathroom just to be able to be around them longer than ten minutes."

"Well Mr Drake, you are fucking amazing.  You're sexy, gorgeous, handsome,
confident and you have a body that doesn't fucking stop.  I mean it's crazy
how hot you are.  I don't think you have any problems attracting guys like
me or your son. Just be careful with the wifey."

"Trust me I got her covered.  She's oblivious.  Well speaking of her I need
to get going. I'm already late."

He put on his suit coat and I threw on my pants, shoes and shirt and put on
my tie as I was following him down stairs.  We got to the front door and he
turned around, grabbed me in his arms and we passionately kissed.  His face
turned stern again and he's cockiness returned. He was back to his old self
from when he entered the house.

He reached over to the table where my phone was and picked it up.  He went
into my contacts and entered his number.  He hit send and his phone
rang. He answered it and hung up.  He now had me in his phone.

"One more thing." He said as he raised his phone, aimed it at me and took a
picture. "Saving it to your contact profile so when it rings, and it better
ring, your hot little picture will come up.  Plus I can wack off to it
later."

"Sounds good Michael."

His face because serious.  "You call me Mr Drake."

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry.  Mr Drake."

He opened the door and walked out but not before he turned and added, "When
we talk on the phone, you call me Dad."



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