The Art of Wanking: A Masturbation Drabble Series
Title: The Art of Wanking (Part 4)
Author: exquisite_ugly
Rating: M - masturbation, language
Genre: Humor
Summary: A 6-part series of drabbles about Jake and the art of wanking.
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The drabble I picked out of my "basket of fun" is for... kim-imprinted-on-a-wolf with her idea of Jake watching porn with Quil and Embry! Hope you, uh, enjoy. You'd think I'd be *used* to this, but this one is making me blush like a virgin in a whorehouse. LOL
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Jake had an exhausting morning of working in the garage, wanking, playing football on the beach with the guys', wanking… so now he climbed into bed for a nap. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Jake was walking down the hall in his home, heading for his bedroom and the privacy of a good wank, when suddenly he heard all kinds of creepy sounds from all these other rooms that were suddenly there. He peered into one and jerked back just as fast. Paul was in there, beating the meat and groaning as if he might die.
He hurried down the hall, freaked out, when he encountered Jared wrapped in a bath towel, sprawled on another bed, his hand moving under his towel.
"Oh God, no, get me out of here," Jake gasped, frantically trying to get away.
He encountered one after another until he reached one more room where Sam was stretched out, the phone pressed to his ear. "That's it, Em, tell me how you're stroking yourself," he moaned. His head was tilted back, lips parted, as he fisted himself and stroked as if his life depended on it. He squeezed lightly and his hips jerked. Jake was frozen, unable to move though he wanted to more than anything, as his Alpha moaned in a frenzy…
Jake jerked awake and fell off his bed right on his ass.
"Oh fuck… for fuck's sake…" he gasped, holding his stomach, feeling like he was about to vomit.
"That was disgusting!" he roared unable to hold it in. The collective pack mind came to him in a damn dream and he had to witness the absolute horror of them beating their meat.
He scrambled up off the floor, stumbling over his discarded towel in the bathroom, nearly falling into the tub before righting himself. Jake scrubbed every inch of himself, gargled with mouthwash, and still felt dirty. He groaned and cleared his mind by thinking of Bella.
He went back to work in the garage to forget. When he was done, he collapsed on the sofa. Quil and Embry barged right into the house, the rest of the pack behind him. Jake cringed as he remembered it was his night to have their eat-snack-food-like-there-was-no-tomorrow-and-watch-television night. There was no easy way to say beat it when what was bothering you was seeing them actually beat it in his dream.
They were flicking through the channels, watching bits and pieces of things for awhile until Embry changed the channel.
"What the…" Jared said amazed.
Jake stared in surprise. It was… porn.
"Oh baby, that's it, just like that," a woman crooned. The man dipped his head between her thighs again and she moaned for all she was worth, head thrown back in ecstasy.
"How the hell did you get porn?" Sam demanded his eyes focused on the screen.
Jake shifted uncomfortably. It was a turn-on to watch this, but fuck if he wasn't sitting next to Quil and Embry, the rest of his brothers' sprawled on the floor.
"I don't know," Jake said. "Maybe it's some kind of HBO thing where they allow you to watch free for a certain amount of time."
"Holy shit, he's going to town," Paul said a wicked grin on his face.
"Hmm, that's an interesting position," Embry added looking a bit flushed.
"Oh yes, oh yes, that's right. Now fuck me hard with your big cock!"
A lot of slurping sounds ensued along with some nice bow-chicka-wow music. It was torture sitting here, but they were all mesmerized as the man turned the woman and rammed her from behind, over and over, while her huge breasts wobbled to and fro.
"Okay, well, I promised Emily I would be home tonight when she gets back," Sam said quickly.
He shifted uncomfortably and hurried out the door. Mere moments later they all made up an excuse to leave. Jake groaned, thankful they were gone, and stumbled into his room. His cock ached so bad he felt like he could barely walk. Once he locked his door, he leaned over to brace himself on his bed before taking hold of his cock.
His hips pistoned forward as he thumbed the tip, pretending Bella was bent over in front of him.
Bella licked her lips, peeking up at him through her long lashes. She moaned softly, arching her back, aiming her pert, pink nipples at him.
"Jake, kiss them," she gasped.
He slid a hand up along her thigh, leaning down to take the silky nubs into his mouth. She moaned like a whore in church, pushing her hips toward his cock, dripping in her eagerness to have him inside her.
"I want your big, thick cock inside me," she said with a breathy giggle.
He flipped her around, pulling her hips up, and sheathed himself.
Jake was jerked back to reality when there was a soft knock outside his window. Freaked out, he smacked his forehead into the pane of glass, forgetting it was closed. Bella stood outside, looking like she wanted to either giggle or run away in mortification.
She didn't say anything when he opened the window. He didn't bother to cover up. She had already seen him twice now. What shocked him was that she crawled in his window, awkwardly, and managed to stand up. He didn't know what to do.
His cock was still rock hard while she stood there watching him.
"Good timing," she whispered, swallowing hard. She unbuttoned her jeans, moving toward the bed.
Jake stood frozen, feeling like it was a dream. "I'm… here to show you mine," she murmured and flushed all over.
"Bells…" he whispered thickly.
He sat on the other edge of the bed, giving her space, while she stripped her panties off. Bella wouldn't meet his eyes. When he saw her dark curls, her legs parted just slightly, he heard a ringing in his ears. It wasn't sex; she wasn't ready, but oh fuck, it was plenty. She was being his masturbation fodder.
Jake grasped his cock again, his fist moving jerkily up and down, his eyes zeroed in on creamy thighs and soft pussy. It was far better than a fantasy and it didn't take long. The tip was nearly purple as the pressure reached a fever pitch.
"Shit…" he groaned and exploded all over his towel. His face grew hot as the force was enough to give her a little squirt on her foot.
She giggled her face the color of a fire-engine. Hurriedly, she pulled her pants back on, leaned down for the briefest second and touched the tip of him and slid back out the window. Jake flopped back, the grin on his face probably as wide as the fucking desert.
Holy shit. YES!
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Author: exquisite_ugly
Rating: M - masturbation, language
Genre: Humor
Summary: A 6-part series of drabbles about Jake and the art of wanking.
*~*~*
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The drabble I picked out of my "basket of fun" is for... kim-imprinted-on-a-wolf with her idea of Jake watching porn with Quil and Embry! Hope you, uh, enjoy. You'd think I'd be *used* to this, but this one is making me blush like a virgin in a whorehouse. LOL
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Jake had an exhausting morning of working in the garage, wanking, playing football on the beach with the guys', wanking… so now he climbed into bed for a nap. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Jake was walking down the hall in his home, heading for his bedroom and the privacy of a good wank, when suddenly he heard all kinds of creepy sounds from all these other rooms that were suddenly there. He peered into one and jerked back just as fast. Paul was in there, beating the meat and groaning as if he might die.
He hurried down the hall, freaked out, when he encountered Jared wrapped in a bath towel, sprawled on another bed, his hand moving under his towel.
"Oh God, no, get me out of here," Jake gasped, frantically trying to get away.
He encountered one after another until he reached one more room where Sam was stretched out, the phone pressed to his ear. "That's it, Em, tell me how you're stroking yourself," he moaned. His head was tilted back, lips parted, as he fisted himself and stroked as if his life depended on it. He squeezed lightly and his hips jerked. Jake was frozen, unable to move though he wanted to more than anything, as his Alpha moaned in a frenzy…
Jake jerked awake and fell off his bed right on his ass.
"Oh fuck… for fuck's sake…" he gasped, holding his stomach, feeling like he was about to vomit.
"That was disgusting!" he roared unable to hold it in. The collective pack mind came to him in a damn dream and he had to witness the absolute horror of them beating their meat.
He scrambled up off the floor, stumbling over his discarded towel in the bathroom, nearly falling into the tub before righting himself. Jake scrubbed every inch of himself, gargled with mouthwash, and still felt dirty. He groaned and cleared his mind by thinking of Bella.
He went back to work in the garage to forget. When he was done, he collapsed on the sofa. Quil and Embry barged right into the house, the rest of the pack behind him. Jake cringed as he remembered it was his night to have their eat-snack-food-like-there-was-no-tomorrow-and-watch-television night. There was no easy way to say beat it when what was bothering you was seeing them actually beat it in his dream.
They were flicking through the channels, watching bits and pieces of things for awhile until Embry changed the channel.
"What the…" Jared said amazed.
Jake stared in surprise. It was… porn.
"Oh baby, that's it, just like that," a woman crooned. The man dipped his head between her thighs again and she moaned for all she was worth, head thrown back in ecstasy.
"How the hell did you get porn?" Sam demanded his eyes focused on the screen.
Jake shifted uncomfortably. It was a turn-on to watch this, but fuck if he wasn't sitting next to Quil and Embry, the rest of his brothers' sprawled on the floor.
"I don't know," Jake said. "Maybe it's some kind of HBO thing where they allow you to watch free for a certain amount of time."
"Holy shit, he's going to town," Paul said a wicked grin on his face.
"Hmm, that's an interesting position," Embry added looking a bit flushed.
"Oh yes, oh yes, that's right. Now fuck me hard with your big cock!"
A lot of slurping sounds ensued along with some nice bow-chicka-wow music. It was torture sitting here, but they were all mesmerized as the man turned the woman and rammed her from behind, over and over, while her huge breasts wobbled to and fro.
"Okay, well, I promised Emily I would be home tonight when she gets back," Sam said quickly.
He shifted uncomfortably and hurried out the door. Mere moments later they all made up an excuse to leave. Jake groaned, thankful they were gone, and stumbled into his room. His cock ached so bad he felt like he could barely walk. Once he locked his door, he leaned over to brace himself on his bed before taking hold of his cock.
His hips pistoned forward as he thumbed the tip, pretending Bella was bent over in front of him.
Bella licked her lips, peeking up at him through her long lashes. She moaned softly, arching her back, aiming her pert, pink nipples at him.
"Jake, kiss them," she gasped.
He slid a hand up along her thigh, leaning down to take the silky nubs into his mouth. She moaned like a whore in church, pushing her hips toward his cock, dripping in her eagerness to have him inside her.
"I want your big, thick cock inside me," she said with a breathy giggle.
He flipped her around, pulling her hips up, and sheathed himself.
Jake was jerked back to reality when there was a soft knock outside his window. Freaked out, he smacked his forehead into the pane of glass, forgetting it was closed. Bella stood outside, looking like she wanted to either giggle or run away in mortification.
She didn't say anything when he opened the window. He didn't bother to cover up. She had already seen him twice now. What shocked him was that she crawled in his window, awkwardly, and managed to stand up. He didn't know what to do.
His cock was still rock hard while she stood there watching him.
"Good timing," she whispered, swallowing hard. She unbuttoned her jeans, moving toward the bed.
Jake stood frozen, feeling like it was a dream. "I'm… here to show you mine," she murmured and flushed all over.
"Bells…" he whispered thickly.
He sat on the other edge of the bed, giving her space, while she stripped her panties off. Bella wouldn't meet his eyes. When he saw her dark curls, her legs parted just slightly, he heard a ringing in his ears. It wasn't sex; she wasn't ready, but oh fuck, it was plenty. She was being his masturbation fodder.
Jake grasped his cock again, his fist moving jerkily up and down, his eyes zeroed in on creamy thighs and soft pussy. It was far better than a fantasy and it didn't take long. The tip was nearly purple as the pressure reached a fever pitch.
"Shit…" he groaned and exploded all over his towel. His face grew hot as the force was enough to give her a little squirt on her foot.
She giggled her face the color of a fire-engine. Hurriedly, she pulled her pants back on, leaned down for the briefest second and touched the tip of him and slid back out the window. Jake flopped back, the grin on his face probably as wide as the fucking desert.
Holy shit. YES!
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