1. The Awakening on Titwhistle Lane - Chapter 1


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    The Awakening on Titwhistle Lane
    
    CHAPTER 1
    
    The distant squawking of two ravens, jousting over a handful of poorly discarded french fries, stirred the morning’s calm on Titwhistle Lane. The ruckus echoed down the upscale neighborhood eventually making its way to 532 and the bedroom of Damian Sizemore, an 18-year-old who had just graduated from Duncan High. Today should have been his first day to sleep-in but the noise was just enough to pull him from a most interesting dream.
    
    Blinking his still-sleepy eyes, he focused on the strange sound that had called to him from beyond the depths of his slumber.
    
    Birds...stupid birds
    
    , he thought, slapping a palm down firmly on the covers next to him.
    
    What time is it?
    
    He glanced to his left where his phone rested, plugged in and silent. Reaching for it, his touch brought the screen to life and a bold font confirmed it was 7:33 a.m.. “Crap,” he gasped. “I’ve got another 27 minutes before I have to be up.” The words spilled from his lips but reached no one but himself. Forcing a vague recollection of his recent dream, he tried in vain to remember a face, a place, a circumstance but came up blank. The only thing that surfaced was a magnificent pair of large, pendulous breasts that hung low and heavy. In his mind’s eye he imagined deep-brown nipples, even darker than the crop of hair that crowned his head. “That’s it. They’re perfect.” he whispered between parted lips.
    
    Closing his eyes, the young man played a sketchy reel through his mind, trying to make sense of the bits and pieces of the dream he seemed to remember.
    
    They were big...yeah, real big
    
    , he fantasized, while picturing the woman’s chocolate nipples. The imagery was slowly bringing back the sensual dream, as well as the blood flow to Damian’s groin. Keeping his eyes closed, he slid his right hand beneath the sheet and into his boxers. Circling his fingers around the base of his penis, he squeezed and deliberately flexed the muscles, forcing additional blood to the expanding organ. The sudden influx filled the tissue and made it bounce almost comically.
    
    Damian Sizemore was a 135 lb green-eyed virgin; in truth but not in mind. He’d plowed his share of imaginary poontang without really having any idea what to do or what it felt like, but that didn’t keep him from wishing. He was a bit of a late bloomer, maintaining a slim build, narrow hips, and tenor tone until halfway through the past school year. It was then that something miraculous began to happen – his voice deepened, a faint tuft of light brown hair formed between his pectorals, and best of all, his cock began to grow. Now, don’t misunderstand, Damian had been blessed with the Sizemore genetics. His penis, even as a child, had been unusually long but girth was what he lacked...but no more.
    
    Seemingly overnight, the root of his manhood had begun to thicken; day-by-day stretching and developing into a real man-sized weapon. Even now, with his hand wrapped tightly ...
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