The Art of Wanking: A Masturbation Drabble Series
Title: The Art of Wanking (Part 2)
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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Banner by Mist (give her props! I was *DED* when she first sent this to me!)
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This drabble is for Tamfan and Jake's HoneyPot for their mostly similar suggestion of a little show and tell ;) (and I blushed while posting this hahaha) I drew the suggestion out of my little basket.. if you have new ideas or any new readers want to throw their ideas in, go for it! I won't be able to cover all since I'm doing a select amount, but want to make sure everyone gets their chance. :) Hope you enjoy!
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Jake stared up at Bella's bedroom window feeling like a fool. "God, what is wrong with me?" he groaned as he felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her in her bedroom.
It was enough to cause him some more extreme embarrassment at what had occurred over a week ago. It took him this long to work up the courage to go to her and try to smooth over that mortifying moment. He had waited until Chief Swan left for his shift and was now standing there, imaging her changing her clothes, brushing her hair, thinking about him…
"You will not jerk off now," he muttered to himself. "You need to calm down and talk to Bella."
A few deep breaths later, he knocked on the door. When Bella answered, her cheeks were flushed, and she gaped at him for a second before looking away.
"Bells? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Oh my God, her nipples are hard. And now I am, too. Again.
She reluctantly backed up and let him in, still not meeting his eyes, and he followed her upstairs. Suddenly, she barreled into her bedroom and practically ripped the power cord out of her computer.
Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, curious about what exactly she had been looking at. Could it be the accidental walk-in was a good thing? She must have been looking at something… naughty. What if she was masturbating, too? His body heated rapidly at the thought and he shifted as he started to rise to the occasion. Bella was biting her lip, looking halfway between his crotch and his face. He grinned slowly, but tried to hide his excitement as he cleared his throat.
"Bells, I, uh… I'm sorry about. You know. That day." He coughed uncomfortably.
Her cheeks were again a fire-engine red.
"It's completely natural to, you know, take care of things."
Shit, what was he saying? He just came to apologize and now he was talking about rubbing his own cock and how normal it was to her. She would think he was a pervert!
"Do you do that often?" she asked.
They looked at each other in shock. Bella looked as if she couldn't believe she asked and he felt the same way.
"Um, yes," he replied faintly. "Do you?"
Jake thought her hair would light on fire from the color of her face. He couldn't believe this was happening. He desperately wanted to grip his cock and give it a few, quick strokes to relieve the pressure. His cock was beginning to ache.
"Truth or dare," he murmured, turning it into a game they had always played. The game was taking a new twist, though.
She looked vaguely intrigued through her embarrassment. "Truth. It's not unheard of," she whispered.
That was answer enough for him. He was afraid of exploding in his pants now. The idea to come and apologize was a fucking fantastic one. Bella was leaning against her desk, looking at the floor as if the answers to life's questions lingered there.
"Truth or dare?" she finally asked.
"Dare," he replied immediately and on a whim.
"Will you show me your…" she hesitated, not finishing what she was saying, but he knew. God, did he know and he wanted her to see him.
Jake's hands immediately went to his straining jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, sliding the zipper down carefully. He was so hard he was afraid any kind of touch would mean the ultimate embarrassment. Once he eased them down, his cock sprang free, and Bella's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Holy crap," she gasped. She backed up, eyes fixed on him and mouth open.
Oh no, her mouth. Her mouth on him, her tongue…
He quivered at the thought, dying to wrap his hand, or her hand, the bedspread, something around his cock; anything.
"It's so big," she said without thinking. "And long."
Jake felt extremely proud of that and made a move toward her, not really knowing what the hell he was doing. He stumbled, forgetting his pants were around his ankles.
He bumped into the bed, leaning down to balance himself, and the tip of his cock rubbed against her bedspread. Shit, he needed to get out of there before he came. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.
"I-I need to go," he stuttered, trying to hold his pants up without touching himself. He could feel himself pulsing.
"Jake…" she gasped, her eyes huge, knowing what exactly was going on.
"I'll talk to you later," he got out before he nearly fell down the steps in his haste to get outside. He practically dove into the forest before he braced himself against a tree, his right hand grasping his throbbing cock.
Bella, those beautiful brown eyes alight with excitement as she gazed over her left shoulder at him. "Take me, Jake. I want you more than anything," she purred.
Her perfectly shaped ass rose into the air. He cupped her smooth, silky hips and positioned himself behind her. She gave a little mewling sound and he pushed forward…
It didn't take long. Jake's hips pumped forward as he jerked his hand up and down. He gave a light, steady tug and came heavily. A groan erupted and sweat dripped down his temples as he continued to rub himself empty.
"What the hell just happened?" he murmured.
He sank to the forest floor, dazed, not caring that his ass would probably have leaves stuck to it, his hand still gripping himself. Jake leaned his head back against the tree, eyes closed. He wondered what Bella was thinking. It was pretty fucking awesome that she was curious about him, and he owed it all to her walking in on him fisting it like there was no tomorrow.
There was no way he would survive sex.
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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.
*~*~*
Banner by Mist (give her props! I was *DED* when she first sent this to me!)
*~*~*
This drabble is for Tamfan and Jake's HoneyPot for their mostly similar suggestion of a little show and tell ;) (and I blushed while posting this hahaha) I drew the suggestion out of my little basket.. if you have new ideas or any new readers want to throw their ideas in, go for it! I won't be able to cover all since I'm doing a select amount, but want to make sure everyone gets their chance. :) Hope you enjoy!
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Jake stared up at Bella's bedroom window feeling like a fool. "God, what is wrong with me?" he groaned as he felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her in her bedroom.
It was enough to cause him some more extreme embarrassment at what had occurred over a week ago. It took him this long to work up the courage to go to her and try to smooth over that mortifying moment. He had waited until Chief Swan left for his shift and was now standing there, imaging her changing her clothes, brushing her hair, thinking about him…
"You will not jerk off now," he muttered to himself. "You need to calm down and talk to Bella."
A few deep breaths later, he knocked on the door. When Bella answered, her cheeks were flushed, and she gaped at him for a second before looking away.
"Bells? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Oh my God, her nipples are hard. And now I am, too. Again.
She reluctantly backed up and let him in, still not meeting his eyes, and he followed her upstairs. Suddenly, she barreled into her bedroom and practically ripped the power cord out of her computer.
Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, curious about what exactly she had been looking at. Could it be the accidental walk-in was a good thing? She must have been looking at something… naughty. What if she was masturbating, too? His body heated rapidly at the thought and he shifted as he started to rise to the occasion. Bella was biting her lip, looking halfway between his crotch and his face. He grinned slowly, but tried to hide his excitement as he cleared his throat.
"Bells, I, uh… I'm sorry about. You know. That day." He coughed uncomfortably.
Her cheeks were again a fire-engine red.
"It's completely natural to, you know, take care of things."
Shit, what was he saying? He just came to apologize and now he was talking about rubbing his own cock and how normal it was to her. She would think he was a pervert!
"Do you do that often?" she asked.
They looked at each other in shock. Bella looked as if she couldn't believe she asked and he felt the same way.
"Um, yes," he replied faintly. "Do you?"
Jake thought her hair would light on fire from the color of her face. He couldn't believe this was happening. He desperately wanted to grip his cock and give it a few, quick strokes to relieve the pressure. His cock was beginning to ache.
"Truth or dare," he murmured, turning it into a game they had always played. The game was taking a new twist, though.
She looked vaguely intrigued through her embarrassment. "Truth. It's not unheard of," she whispered.
That was answer enough for him. He was afraid of exploding in his pants now. The idea to come and apologize was a fucking fantastic one. Bella was leaning against her desk, looking at the floor as if the answers to life's questions lingered there.
"Truth or dare?" she finally asked.
"Dare," he replied immediately and on a whim.
"Will you show me your…" she hesitated, not finishing what she was saying, but he knew. God, did he know and he wanted her to see him.
Jake's hands immediately went to his straining jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, sliding the zipper down carefully. He was so hard he was afraid any kind of touch would mean the ultimate embarrassment. Once he eased them down, his cock sprang free, and Bella's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Holy crap," she gasped. She backed up, eyes fixed on him and mouth open.
Oh no, her mouth. Her mouth on him, her tongue…
He quivered at the thought, dying to wrap his hand, or her hand, the bedspread, something around his cock; anything.
"It's so big," she said without thinking. "And long."
Jake felt extremely proud of that and made a move toward her, not really knowing what the hell he was doing. He stumbled, forgetting his pants were around his ankles.
He bumped into the bed, leaning down to balance himself, and the tip of his cock rubbed against her bedspread. Shit, he needed to get out of there before he came. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.
"I-I need to go," he stuttered, trying to hold his pants up without touching himself. He could feel himself pulsing.
"Jake…" she gasped, her eyes huge, knowing what exactly was going on.
"I'll talk to you later," he got out before he nearly fell down the steps in his haste to get outside. He practically dove into the forest before he braced himself against a tree, his right hand grasping his throbbing cock.
Bella, those beautiful brown eyes alight with excitement as she gazed over her left shoulder at him. "Take me, Jake. I want you more than anything," she purred.
Her perfectly shaped ass rose into the air. He cupped her smooth, silky hips and positioned himself behind her. She gave a little mewling sound and he pushed forward…
It didn't take long. Jake's hips pumped forward as he jerked his hand up and down. He gave a light, steady tug and came heavily. A groan erupted and sweat dripped down his temples as he continued to rub himself empty.
"What the hell just happened?" he murmured.
He sank to the forest floor, dazed, not caring that his ass would probably have leaves stuck to it, his hand still gripping himself. Jake leaned his head back against the tree, eyes closed. He wondered what Bella was thinking. It was pretty fucking awesome that she was curious about him, and he owed it all to her walking in on him fisting it like there was no tomorrow.
There was no way he would survive sex.
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