The Art of Wanking: A Masturbation Drabble Series
Title: The Art of Wanking (Part 3)
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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AN: The idea I pulled out of my "basket of fun" is for: Brooke Alanah, LovesJake, and Louise Gorman for the similar idea of Jake enjoying some whacking off time at the driftwood log on the beach... only he's not alone. ;) Hope you enjoy and have a Happy Easter to anyone who celebrates!
Jake wandered down the beach trying to decide what he should say to Bella. It seemed every time he saw her he was whacking off, thinking about whacking off, or desperately wanting to whack off. He was going to have a chapped cock before long if he spent too much time around her.
Jake wondered if she would just have sex with him so he could have something else to focus on. "Come on, Black," he muttered to himself. "You have to woo her first, stop jerking off and then acting like an idiot afterward."
He sighed and brooded about his worries which were to fist it or not to fist it.
Jake was horny, so he decided to go for it. He found the driftwood log that he and Bella had dubbed as theirs and decided that was a good place. The memories of Bella would keep him company and help him to blow his load, though he didn't think it would take much to do that anyway.
Jake stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on one hand, and undid his jeans. He closed his eyes when he encircled his cock, tilting his face up to the sun. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and then began a slow, steady pull.
Bella arched her back like a cat, sliding sideways over his lap, the tips of those rosy breasts rubbing along his thighs. Her thighs bumped the side of his and she was in the perfect position for a spanking.
She turned her head and winked at him. "I've been so naughty, Jake. You should probably spank me."
Jake's hand moved faster… gripped tighter…
Bella's waves of hair cascaded down her soft, supple back. Jake slowly stroked his hand down her back, over her silky hair, until he reached that perfect peach of a behind. She giggled breathily, rocking her hips against his leg.
"How naughty were you?" he asked her huskily. "Tell me about it, beautiful."
"I was in the shower, soap suds sliding down my breasts, and all I could think about was you; your hands on my breasts, your mouth on them, and then sliding down, down…"
He spanked her, one resounding whack, making her moan eagerly. "Yes, yes…"
He spanked her again, leaving a faint red mark before he turned her. Her beautiful backside was right there, so he leaned down to kiss the mark, and then made his way down right where she had imagined…
Jake felt the sweat sliding down his back, the ripples of ecstasy igniting a fiery, steady pulse through his body right to the tip of his cock. Suddenly, he picked up on a sound behind him through the haze of near-orgasm. He jerked around and saw a shuffling movement.
It was Bella.
His eyes widened in shock as a zing of excitement shot through him. Here he was imagining her as he masturbated and the whole time she was watching him! He turned back around pretending he hadn't seen her.
A quick grin curled his lips as he renewed his pumping and made it even more vigorous. If she wanted a show, he would give her one.
Jake spread his legs a little wider, gave a long, slow stroke and gave a small grunt of satisfaction when he heard her give a little gasp. It was such a turn-on knowing she was curious about him now.
He was so damn close and his hips began rocking as he moved faster. When he slid his fist to the end of his cock, he squeezed lightly and came. A satisfactory moan escaped and he heard Bella breathing softly, though a lot quicker than before.
"Enjoy the show?" he murmured.
A startled gasp reached his ears and he grinned. Suddenly, he heard cackling from a different direction. "Nasty! We came to find you to see if you want to hang out later and find you diddling your winky."
He jerked in surprise and the log rolled slightly, dumping him unceremoniously into the sand. Shit, now I got sand on my cock! That's gonna be a bitch to clean off.
Laughing like hyenas, Embry and Quil appeared out of the forest. He scrabbled around as they covered their eyes. "Dude, spank the monkey in the privacy of your bedroom!" Embry sighed theatrically.
"Oh, shut up," Jake growled. He managed to get his pants back up, but now his jeans were rubbing against his sandy cock. Trying not to wince, he faced them, realizing in the appearance of Quil and Embry, Bella had left. Damn. The other guys were further up the beach as they made their way there.
"Got him," Quil called out. "He was busy choking the chicken."
"He had to arm-wrestle the one-eyed vessel," Embry said laughing harder.
"He had to do the five knuckle shuffle?" Jared added.
"Ohhh yeah," Paul said with a fist pump. "Peter beater!"
Fed up, Jake charged Quil and Embry and they collapsed in a tangle. Howls of laughter and playful thuds ensued.
"Like none of you jerk-offs do it," he muttered, trying not to laugh. He tried not to limp as more sand was rubbed against his poor cock.
"Yeah, we do, but we don't get caught." They all howled with laughter having seen what happened to Jake previously in his thoughts when they patrolled the other night. He was never going to live this fiasco down.
Jake smirked and replied. "You know what? You poor schmucks may beat it in private and not get caught, but Bella is a little more interested now."
He got them there and he knew it. Jake watched them grow quiet and embarrassed and he slowly turned to see Billy rolling up towards them. He had heard that last bit. They shuffled off quickly, and mortified, Jake turned toward his father.
"Son, I… don't even want to know. And a word of advice? Lock your door."
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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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*~*~*
AN: The idea I pulled out of my "basket of fun" is for: Brooke Alanah, LovesJake, and Louise Gorman for the similar idea of Jake enjoying some whacking off time at the driftwood log on the beach... only he's not alone. ;) Hope you enjoy and have a Happy Easter to anyone who celebrates!
Jake wandered down the beach trying to decide what he should say to Bella. It seemed every time he saw her he was whacking off, thinking about whacking off, or desperately wanting to whack off. He was going to have a chapped cock before long if he spent too much time around her.
Jake wondered if she would just have sex with him so he could have something else to focus on. "Come on, Black," he muttered to himself. "You have to woo her first, stop jerking off and then acting like an idiot afterward."
He sighed and brooded about his worries which were to fist it or not to fist it.
Jake was horny, so he decided to go for it. He found the driftwood log that he and Bella had dubbed as theirs and decided that was a good place. The memories of Bella would keep him company and help him to blow his load, though he didn't think it would take much to do that anyway.
Jake stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on one hand, and undid his jeans. He closed his eyes when he encircled his cock, tilting his face up to the sun. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and then began a slow, steady pull.
Bella arched her back like a cat, sliding sideways over his lap, the tips of those rosy breasts rubbing along his thighs. Her thighs bumped the side of his and she was in the perfect position for a spanking.
She turned her head and winked at him. "I've been so naughty, Jake. You should probably spank me."
Jake's hand moved faster… gripped tighter…
Bella's waves of hair cascaded down her soft, supple back. Jake slowly stroked his hand down her back, over her silky hair, until he reached that perfect peach of a behind. She giggled breathily, rocking her hips against his leg.
"How naughty were you?" he asked her huskily. "Tell me about it, beautiful."
"I was in the shower, soap suds sliding down my breasts, and all I could think about was you; your hands on my breasts, your mouth on them, and then sliding down, down…"
He spanked her, one resounding whack, making her moan eagerly. "Yes, yes…"
He spanked her again, leaving a faint red mark before he turned her. Her beautiful backside was right there, so he leaned down to kiss the mark, and then made his way down right where she had imagined…
Jake felt the sweat sliding down his back, the ripples of ecstasy igniting a fiery, steady pulse through his body right to the tip of his cock. Suddenly, he picked up on a sound behind him through the haze of near-orgasm. He jerked around and saw a shuffling movement.
It was Bella.
His eyes widened in shock as a zing of excitement shot through him. Here he was imagining her as he masturbated and the whole time she was watching him! He turned back around pretending he hadn't seen her.
A quick grin curled his lips as he renewed his pumping and made it even more vigorous. If she wanted a show, he would give her one.
Jake spread his legs a little wider, gave a long, slow stroke and gave a small grunt of satisfaction when he heard her give a little gasp. It was such a turn-on knowing she was curious about him now.
He was so damn close and his hips began rocking as he moved faster. When he slid his fist to the end of his cock, he squeezed lightly and came. A satisfactory moan escaped and he heard Bella breathing softly, though a lot quicker than before.
"Enjoy the show?" he murmured.
A startled gasp reached his ears and he grinned. Suddenly, he heard cackling from a different direction. "Nasty! We came to find you to see if you want to hang out later and find you diddling your winky."
He jerked in surprise and the log rolled slightly, dumping him unceremoniously into the sand. Shit, now I got sand on my cock! That's gonna be a bitch to clean off.
Laughing like hyenas, Embry and Quil appeared out of the forest. He scrabbled around as they covered their eyes. "Dude, spank the monkey in the privacy of your bedroom!" Embry sighed theatrically.
"Oh, shut up," Jake growled. He managed to get his pants back up, but now his jeans were rubbing against his sandy cock. Trying not to wince, he faced them, realizing in the appearance of Quil and Embry, Bella had left. Damn. The other guys were further up the beach as they made their way there.
"Got him," Quil called out. "He was busy choking the chicken."
"He had to arm-wrestle the one-eyed vessel," Embry said laughing harder.
"He had to do the five knuckle shuffle?" Jared added.
"Ohhh yeah," Paul said with a fist pump. "Peter beater!"
Fed up, Jake charged Quil and Embry and they collapsed in a tangle. Howls of laughter and playful thuds ensued.
"Like none of you jerk-offs do it," he muttered, trying not to laugh. He tried not to limp as more sand was rubbed against his poor cock.
"Yeah, we do, but we don't get caught." They all howled with laughter having seen what happened to Jake previously in his thoughts when they patrolled the other night. He was never going to live this fiasco down.
Jake smirked and replied. "You know what? You poor schmucks may beat it in private and not get caught, but Bella is a little more interested now."
He got them there and he knew it. Jake watched them grow quiet and embarrassed and he slowly turned to see Billy rolling up towards them. He had heard that last bit. They shuffled off quickly, and mortified, Jake turned toward his father.
"Son, I… don't even want to know. And a word of advice? Lock your door."
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