HAPPY BDAY MSKATHY!!
You know how I feel about you…still fangirling a little
that you’re right down the road from me…I wanted
to give you something special for your birthday. SO, I
don’t write slash (you all know how much I love to read
it though). The one time I wrote a threesome, I freaked
over having Alice take Bella’s panties off!! So, for you, I
stepped out of my comfort zone. AND on top of that, I wrote
EMMETT SLASH!! You know what an effort that is for me!!
HAHAHA!!
I love you!!
You know how I feel about you…still fangirling a little
that you’re right down the road from me…I wanted
to give you something special for your birthday. SO, I
don’t write slash (you all know how much I love to read
it though). The one time I wrote a threesome, I freaked
over having Alice take Bella’s panties off!! So, for you, I
stepped out of my comfort zone. AND on top of that, I wrote
EMMETT SLASH!! You know what an effort that is for me!!
HAHAHA!!
I love you!!
I walked into the bedroom and threw my bag on the bed before beginning to strip out of my clothes. I was grimy, dirty and just felt overall nasty. Of course, I could have showered in the locker room with the rest of the team, but given my state of mind lately, I didn’t think that was a very good idea.
All the dirt and sweat from practice was clinging to my body, and I couldn’t get in the shower fast enough.
In the bathroom, I opened the glass door to the shower and leaned in to turn it on. As the sound of the water hitting the granite began to fill the room, I couldn’t help but find a moment of peace right there in that spot. I fucking loved my shower; all glass, granite and chrome…the best money could buy.
I knew I was lucky to have escaped that little Podunk town in Texas. Thank God I was able to play ball and go to Texas A&M, or I would still be there…married to Eliza Jane with a brood of youngins, and contemplating blowing my fucking head of with my hunting rifle.
Instead, I was in my penthouse apartment that overlooked the city of Portland, starting at quarterback for the Portland Mustangs, and could bed any woman I want…if I wanted.
The steam from the water began to fog the mirror I had been staring into, distorting my reflection slightly. Ain’t that a perfect fucking metaphor for my life? I’m living this great life, but I have the smokescreen so no one sees the real me.
Laughing out loud at what a total pussy I sounded like, I stepped into the streaming water and let the heat soak into my sore muscles. I will admit that I let Emmett tackle me a few times just for the sheer joy of having his heavy, muscled body pinning mine beneath him, but damn could he hit hard. And now I was paying for my few moments of heaven.
The three shower heads blasted on me from three different sides, and I thought about how good it was to make a lot of money doing something that I truly loved. But a good shower was nothing compared to the perk of being able to watch Emmett McCarty prance around the locker room wearing nothing but what God was kind enough to bestow on him.
Just the thought of Emmett’s incredible body instantly had my cock swelling. This is the reason I can’t take a fucking shower in the locker room. I mean, I’m pretty sure that Emmett would actually beat the shit out of me if he knew the things I wanted to do to him…
I pull Emmett’s large frame into mine, running my hands up and over the taut muscles of his biceps, my lips lightly skimming his chin, then up to his ear. Darting my tongue out, I trace the shell of his ear with it, nearly coming in my jeans when he groans.
“I’ve wanted you for far too long, Emmett,” I whisper. I feel his body shudder against mine. I am pressed close enough to him to know that I’m not the only one who is into this. His impressive hardness is pushing against my own painful erection.
“What have you wanted to do to me, Jasper?” His voice is husky, and though I know he will deny it, I know that he wants me.
“Come with me and I’ll show you.” I take his hand in mine and lead him back to my bedroom. I take note that he isn’t putting up any resistance, but instead crowding his body against the back of mine as he follows.
I poured a nice size dollop of my favorite soap into my hand, and began to lather up. My nipples were sensitive and I couldn’t help the sound that escaped as my palm glided over them. I closed my eyes and fell back into my fantasy…
We make it into my bedroom, and I can’t wait anymore to see his body, to touch that perfect form that ripples with power every time he moves. When I see him lined up across from me, crouched and ready to attack, like a tiger stalking its prey, I always imagine this moment.
Slowly I lift his shirt up over his head and audibly gasp at the sight of his muscled chest. There is a dusting of dark hair along the center, trailing down over his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. I want to follow that trail so badly, my body actually aches for it.
Looking up at Emmett, I try to read his reaction as I let my hands glide over his chest, tweaking his nipples lightly between my thumb and forefinger as I pass over them. His eyes darken slightly, and his intake of air lets me know that he is right there with me in that moment. Feeling emboldened by what I see, I dip my head to taste him. Fuuuuuucckkkk.
I let my tongue lazily slide over each small nub enjoying the slight tremors of Emmett’s body as I do so. I need more. I want more. I have to have more.
As I reach for the button of his jeans, his large hand reaches out to stop me. I’m a little disappointed, but right now, I’ll take anything I can get from this perfect specimen of man.
“I want to see you first, Jasper,” Emmett says so quietly that I’m not sure he actually did say it.
“All of me?” I tease as I glance at the fairly large bulge in my own jeans.
“Fuck yes.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I quickly pull my shirt over my head and wiggle out of my pants. I’m standing in just my boxers, and my want for him is beyond evident with my dick pitching a tent like an Eagle Scout.
Emmett’s gaze roams over my entire body, before he nods at my boxers and says, “Those too, Jasper.”
I’m not much into the whole dom/sub thing, but fuck if my cock didn’t actually twitch when he ordered me out of my boxers.
I slide them down my thighs, and instantly feel Emmett’s eyes land on my erection. They open wide in what I think might be fear.
“Don’t worry, Em. We aren’t going to do anything that you can’t handle.” I smile at the double entendre. I’m pretty sure a man like Emmett can handle all of me…every fucking inch.
Emmett moves closer to me, his hand coming up to run over my chest. He stops to pay attention to my hardened nipples, just the way I had with him.
I moved my hand down my body, enjoying the idea that Emmett would actually touch me the way that I want him to. When I found my rock hard cock, I let my hand slide down it in a long, slow motion.
“Fuck me!” I exclaimed, the sound echoing in the small space. I didn’t care, this was the first time I had ever allowed myself this particular fantasy, and I was playing it to the fullest…and enjoying it.
As I found a rhythm in my hand work, I slipped back into my dream world…
I grab his hand, imitating his earlier actions. Only instead of moving it away, I guide him to my dick. At first his touch is tentative, but it takes all of two seconds for him to get over that and start pumping me. I lean in and kiss him lightly on his full, perfect lips. I move slowly at first as his hand is moving up and down my cock in the same slow torture as my lips are on his. Soon, I dare to let my tongue trace his lip and am surprised when he readily opens up to allow my tongue to taste his.
With the increased intimacy of our kiss, his rhythm increases on my cock. I am so close to the edge at this point that there is no way I’m going to hold out. To have all the strength of Emmett McCarty pressed against me as his impressive hand works my length is too much for me and I cum all over Emmett’s hand.
“Damn, Emmett. You sure you never done that before?” I whisper against his bare chest as I collapse against him and use his body to keep mine standing up.
“First time,” he replies. Then adds, “But fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You coming Jasper is a thing of beauty, not to be missed.” His face breaks out in a huge smile, and I want to keep it there for him.
Not surprisingly, I blew my load right in sync with my fantasy, imagining that my hand was Emmett’s and that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I knew that it was just a fantasy though.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I broke out the soap again. I must be the only fucking guy in the world who can get dirtier in the shower than at an NFL practice. Of course there was no soap strong enough to get my mind clean.
I laughed a little at that thought, focusing on just washing my body instead of imagining Emmett’s hands on me again. After I finished with that task, I dug trough like 10 bottles of shampoo until I found the one that I’d bought last week after I noticed it was what Emmett used. The smell hit me as soon as I opened it and poured it in my hand, immersing myself in the Emmett’s scent.
No harm in indulging a little longer…
I drop to my knees, fumbling with the button fly on Emmett’s jeans. This man has just given me the best hand job that I have ever had, and I am going to repay the favor in spades.
I get his pants down to his knees easily, as Emmett falls heavily against the wall. My heart, and my ego, swell a little bit knowing that I can do that to this perfect man. With his pants finally around his ankles, I turn back to the task at hand.
“Commando, Em? Well thank you very much,” I say as I wrap my hand around the base of his impressive member. My tongue darts out to run around the rim of his cock, and I hear him moan out something completely unintelligible.
I smile just before taking him fully into my mouth. The fact is that I want as much of him as I can have, and don’t want to waste any time fucking around.
With his full length in my mouth, I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock and drag it up as I pull back. I slide my mouth all the way to the tip and swirl over the head. Emmett’s slaps his hand against the wall as his knees buckle slightly. I’m pretty fucking proud of myself.
Gently, I cup his sac and massage as I continue to suck and nip at his dick. Emmett’s breathing is getting faster and faster, and I know that he is close. I want so badly to take everything that he is willing to give me. In an attempt to encourage him to come, I tug slightly on his balls.
With a loud, “FUCK!” I feel Emmett’s release as it slides down my throat. I stay where I am, on my knees with Emmett’s cock in my mouth for a long minute as his body shudders with each little aftershock. I don’t want this moment to end. Slowly I release him from my mouth, taking one last long lick up the length of him before moving up his body and kissing him softly.
“Fuck, Jasper. That was one hell of a blow job.” Emmett smiles at me then he pushes me away from him to kick his pants off completely. “Now let’s see what you can do in that big bed you got over there.”
I came back to myself under the stream of water. I let it fall over me, hoping it would help my situation because I was hard as fuck again. I knew that the only way to fix this was to finish up where I’d left off in my last little Emmett Episode.
I closed my eyes and had just started to picture Emmett naked on my bed when a shrill voice broke into my dream world.
“Jasper! Are you home yet?” Alice yelled from just outside of the bathroom door. The door opened, and she stepped into the room. “There you are, honey.”
“Hi baby,” I replied.
“Well, look at you…” she glanced down at my hard cock, “and you are all ready for me aren’t you.” She began stripping out of her clothes to join me in the shower.
“Yep, all for you, baby…all for you.”
All the dirt and sweat from practice was clinging to my body, and I couldn’t get in the shower fast enough.
In the bathroom, I opened the glass door to the shower and leaned in to turn it on. As the sound of the water hitting the granite began to fill the room, I couldn’t help but find a moment of peace right there in that spot. I fucking loved my shower; all glass, granite and chrome…the best money could buy.
I knew I was lucky to have escaped that little Podunk town in Texas. Thank God I was able to play ball and go to Texas A&M, or I would still be there…married to Eliza Jane with a brood of youngins, and contemplating blowing my fucking head of with my hunting rifle.
Instead, I was in my penthouse apartment that overlooked the city of Portland, starting at quarterback for the Portland Mustangs, and could bed any woman I want…if I wanted.
The steam from the water began to fog the mirror I had been staring into, distorting my reflection slightly. Ain’t that a perfect fucking metaphor for my life? I’m living this great life, but I have the smokescreen so no one sees the real me.
Laughing out loud at what a total pussy I sounded like, I stepped into the streaming water and let the heat soak into my sore muscles. I will admit that I let Emmett tackle me a few times just for the sheer joy of having his heavy, muscled body pinning mine beneath him, but damn could he hit hard. And now I was paying for my few moments of heaven.
The three shower heads blasted on me from three different sides, and I thought about how good it was to make a lot of money doing something that I truly loved. But a good shower was nothing compared to the perk of being able to watch Emmett McCarty prance around the locker room wearing nothing but what God was kind enough to bestow on him.
Just the thought of Emmett’s incredible body instantly had my cock swelling. This is the reason I can’t take a fucking shower in the locker room. I mean, I’m pretty sure that Emmett would actually beat the shit out of me if he knew the things I wanted to do to him…
I pull Emmett’s large frame into mine, running my hands up and over the taut muscles of his biceps, my lips lightly skimming his chin, then up to his ear. Darting my tongue out, I trace the shell of his ear with it, nearly coming in my jeans when he groans.
“I’ve wanted you for far too long, Emmett,” I whisper. I feel his body shudder against mine. I am pressed close enough to him to know that I’m not the only one who is into this. His impressive hardness is pushing against my own painful erection.
“What have you wanted to do to me, Jasper?” His voice is husky, and though I know he will deny it, I know that he wants me.
“Come with me and I’ll show you.” I take his hand in mine and lead him back to my bedroom. I take note that he isn’t putting up any resistance, but instead crowding his body against the back of mine as he follows.
I poured a nice size dollop of my favorite soap into my hand, and began to lather up. My nipples were sensitive and I couldn’t help the sound that escaped as my palm glided over them. I closed my eyes and fell back into my fantasy…
We make it into my bedroom, and I can’t wait anymore to see his body, to touch that perfect form that ripples with power every time he moves. When I see him lined up across from me, crouched and ready to attack, like a tiger stalking its prey, I always imagine this moment.
Slowly I lift his shirt up over his head and audibly gasp at the sight of his muscled chest. There is a dusting of dark hair along the center, trailing down over his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. I want to follow that trail so badly, my body actually aches for it.
Looking up at Emmett, I try to read his reaction as I let my hands glide over his chest, tweaking his nipples lightly between my thumb and forefinger as I pass over them. His eyes darken slightly, and his intake of air lets me know that he is right there with me in that moment. Feeling emboldened by what I see, I dip my head to taste him. Fuuuuuucckkkk.
I let my tongue lazily slide over each small nub enjoying the slight tremors of Emmett’s body as I do so. I need more. I want more. I have to have more.
As I reach for the button of his jeans, his large hand reaches out to stop me. I’m a little disappointed, but right now, I’ll take anything I can get from this perfect specimen of man.
“I want to see you first, Jasper,” Emmett says so quietly that I’m not sure he actually did say it.
“All of me?” I tease as I glance at the fairly large bulge in my own jeans.
“Fuck yes.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I quickly pull my shirt over my head and wiggle out of my pants. I’m standing in just my boxers, and my want for him is beyond evident with my dick pitching a tent like an Eagle Scout.
Emmett’s gaze roams over my entire body, before he nods at my boxers and says, “Those too, Jasper.”
I’m not much into the whole dom/sub thing, but fuck if my cock didn’t actually twitch when he ordered me out of my boxers.
I slide them down my thighs, and instantly feel Emmett’s eyes land on my erection. They open wide in what I think might be fear.
“Don’t worry, Em. We aren’t going to do anything that you can’t handle.” I smile at the double entendre. I’m pretty sure a man like Emmett can handle all of me…every fucking inch.
Emmett moves closer to me, his hand coming up to run over my chest. He stops to pay attention to my hardened nipples, just the way I had with him.
I moved my hand down my body, enjoying the idea that Emmett would actually touch me the way that I want him to. When I found my rock hard cock, I let my hand slide down it in a long, slow motion.
“Fuck me!” I exclaimed, the sound echoing in the small space. I didn’t care, this was the first time I had ever allowed myself this particular fantasy, and I was playing it to the fullest…and enjoying it.
As I found a rhythm in my hand work, I slipped back into my dream world…
I grab his hand, imitating his earlier actions. Only instead of moving it away, I guide him to my dick. At first his touch is tentative, but it takes all of two seconds for him to get over that and start pumping me. I lean in and kiss him lightly on his full, perfect lips. I move slowly at first as his hand is moving up and down my cock in the same slow torture as my lips are on his. Soon, I dare to let my tongue trace his lip and am surprised when he readily opens up to allow my tongue to taste his.
With the increased intimacy of our kiss, his rhythm increases on my cock. I am so close to the edge at this point that there is no way I’m going to hold out. To have all the strength of Emmett McCarty pressed against me as his impressive hand works my length is too much for me and I cum all over Emmett’s hand.
“Damn, Emmett. You sure you never done that before?” I whisper against his bare chest as I collapse against him and use his body to keep mine standing up.
“First time,” he replies. Then adds, “But fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You coming Jasper is a thing of beauty, not to be missed.” His face breaks out in a huge smile, and I want to keep it there for him.
Not surprisingly, I blew my load right in sync with my fantasy, imagining that my hand was Emmett’s and that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I knew that it was just a fantasy though.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I broke out the soap again. I must be the only fucking guy in the world who can get dirtier in the shower than at an NFL practice. Of course there was no soap strong enough to get my mind clean.
I laughed a little at that thought, focusing on just washing my body instead of imagining Emmett’s hands on me again. After I finished with that task, I dug trough like 10 bottles of shampoo until I found the one that I’d bought last week after I noticed it was what Emmett used. The smell hit me as soon as I opened it and poured it in my hand, immersing myself in the Emmett’s scent.
No harm in indulging a little longer…
I drop to my knees, fumbling with the button fly on Emmett’s jeans. This man has just given me the best hand job that I have ever had, and I am going to repay the favor in spades.
I get his pants down to his knees easily, as Emmett falls heavily against the wall. My heart, and my ego, swell a little bit knowing that I can do that to this perfect man. With his pants finally around his ankles, I turn back to the task at hand.
“Commando, Em? Well thank you very much,” I say as I wrap my hand around the base of his impressive member. My tongue darts out to run around the rim of his cock, and I hear him moan out something completely unintelligible.
I smile just before taking him fully into my mouth. The fact is that I want as much of him as I can have, and don’t want to waste any time fucking around.
With his full length in my mouth, I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock and drag it up as I pull back. I slide my mouth all the way to the tip and swirl over the head. Emmett’s slaps his hand against the wall as his knees buckle slightly. I’m pretty fucking proud of myself.
Gently, I cup his sac and massage as I continue to suck and nip at his dick. Emmett’s breathing is getting faster and faster, and I know that he is close. I want so badly to take everything that he is willing to give me. In an attempt to encourage him to come, I tug slightly on his balls.
With a loud, “FUCK!” I feel Emmett’s release as it slides down my throat. I stay where I am, on my knees with Emmett’s cock in my mouth for a long minute as his body shudders with each little aftershock. I don’t want this moment to end. Slowly I release him from my mouth, taking one last long lick up the length of him before moving up his body and kissing him softly.
“Fuck, Jasper. That was one hell of a blow job.” Emmett smiles at me then he pushes me away from him to kick his pants off completely. “Now let’s see what you can do in that big bed you got over there.”
I came back to myself under the stream of water. I let it fall over me, hoping it would help my situation because I was hard as fuck again. I knew that the only way to fix this was to finish up where I’d left off in my last little Emmett Episode.
I closed my eyes and had just started to picture Emmett naked on my bed when a shrill voice broke into my dream world.
“Jasper! Are you home yet?” Alice yelled from just outside of the bathroom door. The door opened, and she stepped into the room. “There you are, honey.”
“Hi baby,” I replied.
“Well, look at you…” she glanced down at my hard cock, “and you are all ready for me aren’t you.” She began stripping out of her clothes to join me in the shower.
“Yep, all for you, baby…all for you.”
ALL FOU YOU!!!
Happy Birthday darling!!!
Q
Happy Birthday darling!!!
Q
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