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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 26, 2016 09:09PM

Maha Rushie Wrote:
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> The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> >
> > > Fuck off, Robb. I mean #1 TMOS Fan. I mean
> > Carla's
> > > Fake Tatrz--nice IP address.
> >
> > YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S IP ADDRESS. PROVE ME
> > WRONG.
>
>
> I'll prove you wrong this way----all 3 of you
> share an address with one anonymized.
>
> Or this way---you couldn't resist answering the
> question with your troll handle.

This fuckery again? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S IP ADDRESS. PROVE ME WRONG.

btw, telling you you suck is not "answering a question".

I'll give you a hint. An IP address has numbers and 3 periods in it (IPv4).

WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS?

Really, just suck it, and by "suck it" I mean suck a handgun and blow your brains out.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 26, 2016 10:33PM

Robb Spewak Wrote:
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> 1 tmos fan Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > A Postrophe Kid Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Bruno_Hautenfaust Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Robb Spewak Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > >
> > > > >As a celebrity...
> > > >
> > > > Mheh...
> > > >
> > >
> >
> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>
> >
> > >
> > > > HAHAHA!
> > > >
> > > > Make us laugh, dial for transvestites again!
>
> > > Or
> > > > is that too edgy these days, Bobo?
> > >
> > >
> > > Are you nuts?!!!! Mock transgendered,
> non-cis
> > > biased, ploy-gendered xeople?? Not on this
> > > podcast.
> > >
> > > Cue the Oriental music and we'll mock some
> cab
> > > drivers, though. Or call the few black people
> > we
> > > actually see "Suge Knight", "Tracy Morgan",
> act
> > > out their wacky antics in a Mayor Marion
> Berry
> > > voice or complain about Black Pornographers
> at
> > > spring break. No problem there.
> > >
> > >
> > > Mike O'Meara; and inch deep and a mile wide.
> > With
> > > so little self awareness he's the only one
> who
> > > doesn't know.
> >
> > It's called comedy, not everyone can "get it".
> If
> > Mike and the gang have a little too much guy
> humor
> > for your tastes, go watch Ellen or something.
> > Diff'rnt strokes, and all that jazz.
>
>
> Another great point #1 TMOS fan....
>
> -Robb

You never answered my question, lard ass. Do you have down syndrome?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Yep sure the best ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:19AM

1 tmos fan Wrote:
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> Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Wait, did Robb actually write "As a celebrity",
> in
> > a post?
>
>
> He's got a podcast with 1500+ eppys (and
> counting!) and a FFXU thread with 3+ million
> posts. Is he a celebrity?
>
> Referee Mills Lane says, "I'LL ALLOW IT!"


An FU thread with 3+ million posts - by 15-20 posters.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Rush Revere ()
Date: April 27, 2016 08:59AM

The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
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> Maha Rushie Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> > >
> > > > Fuck off, Robb. I mean #1 TMOS Fan. I mean
> > > Carla's
> > > > Fake Tatrz--nice IP address.
> > >
> > > YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S IP ADDRESS. PROVE ME
> > > WRONG.
> >
> >
> > I'll prove you wrong this way----all 3 of you
> > share an address with one anonymized.
> >
> > Or this way---you couldn't resist answering the
> > question with your troll handle.
>
> This fuckery again? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE'S IP
> ADDRESS. PROVE ME WRONG.
>
> btw, telling you you suck is not "answering a
> question".
>
> I'll give you a hint. An IP address has numbers
> and 3 periods in it (IPv4).
>
> WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS?
>
> Really, just suck it, and by "suck it" I mean suck
> a handgun and blow your brains out.

You know I know it and that you're using one IP for all these handles. You also know I won't post that address on here. But rolling through the fake names... being spanked... and coming back to this tough guy persona doesn't fool anyone.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Rush Revere ()
Date: April 27, 2016 09:00AM

Yep sure the best Wrote:
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> 1 tmos fan Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Wait, did Robb actually write "As a
> celebrity",
> > in
> > > a post?
> >
> >
> > He's got a podcast with 1500+ eppys (and
> > counting!) and a FFXU thread with 3+ million
> > posts. Is he a celebrity?
> >
> > Referee Mills Lane says, "I'LL ALLOW IT!"
>
>
> An FU thread with 3+ million posts - by 15-20
> posters.


My point exactly!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 09:03AM

The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos Wrote:
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> Robb Spewak Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > 1 tmos fan Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > A Postrophe Kid Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Bruno_Hautenfaust Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > > Robb Spewak Wrote:
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > >
> > > > > -----
> > > > >
> > > > > >As a celebrity...
> > > > >
> > > > > Mheh...
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>
> >
> > >
> > > >
> > > > > HAHAHA!
> > > > >
> > > > > Make us laugh, dial for transvestites
> again!
> >
> > > > Or
> > > > > is that too edgy these days, Bobo?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Are you nuts?!!!! Mock transgendered,
> > non-cis
> > > > biased, ploy-gendered xeople?? Not on this
> > > > podcast.
> > > >
> > > > Cue the Oriental music and we'll mock some
> > cab
> > > > drivers, though. Or call the few black
> people
> > > we
> > > > actually see "Suge Knight", "Tracy Morgan",
> > act
> > > > out their wacky antics in a Mayor Marion
> > Berry
> > > > voice or complain about Black Pornographers
> > at
> > > > spring break. No problem there.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Mike O'Meara; and inch deep and a mile
> wide.
> > > With
> > > > so little self awareness he's the only one
> > who
> > > > doesn't know.
> > >
> > > It's called comedy, not everyone can "get
> it".
> > If
> > > Mike and the gang have a little too much guy
> > humor
> > > for your tastes, go watch Ellen or something.
> > > Diff'rnt strokes, and all that jazz.
> >
> >
> > Another great point #1 TMOS fan....
> >
> > -Robb
>
> You never answered my question, lard ass. Do you
> have down syndrome?


Screw you---you AND Rush Bimbo. You retards have no facts! PROVE ME WRONG!





These posts, that all refer to one post in different voice---------- BUT FORM ONE MESSAGE are all from me!!!!!!!!!!







See how simple it is

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: LyHXW ()
Date: April 27, 2016 09:31AM

Be nice to dildo. He and peekza run this board. Or so he says.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Rush Revere ()
Date: April 27, 2016 10:19AM

LyHXW Wrote:
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> Be nice to dildo. He and peekza run this board. Or
> so he says.


My mistake.

Although I think this guy is the fake "The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos"

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Rush Revere ()
Date: April 27, 2016 11:22AM

The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:


btw, telling you you suck is not "answering a question".






Yes it is

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 27, 2016 11:45AM

TMOS

A show so fucking boring that even the "haters" don't talk about it anymore.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Political Junkette ()
Date: April 27, 2016 12:45PM

What say we use KickStarter to fund a second season of Political Persuasions? Season 1 just flew by.

It was like The Regulars of podcasts.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 01:52PM

Minute 14. In addition to Fat Drunk Baby mentioning that HIS MOTHER DIED (why are we only just now hearing this news?)

Minute 16. It's officially "Wide Open Wednesday". Because "I don't like Open Line Wednesday." Fatt Robb: "It's been used before." FBD: "Larry King used to do Open Line America". That segment of course, was Open Phone America. Nice brain-damaged try, Drinky.

Wide Open Wednesday
W.O.W.

Yeah, that doesn't remind anyone of anything.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS? ()
Date: April 27, 2016 01:56PM

Rush Revere Wrote:
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> The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------

> > WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS?
> >
> > Really, just suck it, and by "suck it" I mean
> suck
> > a handgun and blow your brains out.
>
> You know I know it and that you're using one IP
> for all these handles. You also know I won't post
> that address on here. But rolling through the
> fake names... being spanked... and coming back to
> this tough guy persona doesn't fool anyone.

Your IP address is 73.159.268.31

WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS FAGGOT?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 27, 2016 02:27PM

WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS? Wrote:
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>
> Your IP address is 73.159.268.31
>
> WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS FAGGOT?


Too bad the numbers in a dotted quad IP address can't exceed 255.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: nFYXK ()
Date: April 27, 2016 02:52PM

Dildo wrote:
--------------
"Minute 16. It's officially "Wide Open Wednesday". Because "I don't like Open Line Wednesday." Fatt Robb: "It's been used before." FBD: "Larry King used to do Open Line America". That segment of course, was Open Phone America. Nice brain-damaged try, Drinky."

Listen again. Mike said,"Larry King used to do 'Open Phone America'."

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Robb Spewak ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:01PM

Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
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> Interviewing the cast of The Sopranos doesn't make
> you a celebrity, BEING in the cast of The
> Sopranos does...


I guess BDK is not a celebrity either?

ce·leb·ri·ty

a famous person.
synonyms: famous person, VIP, very important person, personality, newsmaker, name, big name, famous name, household name, star, superstar, movie star, deejay


BOOM BAM..................FACE.....................


-Robb

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:02PM

nFYXK Wrote:
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> Dildo wrote:
> --------------
> "Minute 16. It's officially "Wide Open Wednesday".
> Because "I don't like Open Line Wednesday." Fatt
> Robb: "It's been used before." FDB: "Larry King
> used to do Open Line America". That segment of
> course, was Open Phone America. Nice brain-damaged
> try, Drinky."
>
> Listen again. Mike said,"Larry King used to do
> 'Open Phone America'."

Yes, dammit, you're right. Thanks for the correction. My hate got the better of me. Will I be sucking you at your mansion or on your yacht?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: nFYXK ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:05PM

I accept your apology.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:06PM

Blobb Spewsack Wrote:
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> WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
>
> >
> > Your IP address is 73.159.268.31
> >
> > WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS FAGGOT?
>
>
> Too bad the numbers in a dotted quad IP address
> can't exceed 255.


Shhhh! Now everyone will want one of the special ones.

Yes I fucked up but thanks loads for crapping on the bit. The bit being to challenge any douchnozzle who says they can get your IP address from a post on this board.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:14PM

Rob Spewak Wrote:
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> Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Interviewing the cast of The Sopranos doesn't
> make
> > you a celebrity, BEING in the cast of The
> > Sopranos does...
>
>
> I guess BDK is not a celebrity either?
>
> ce·leb·ri·ty
>
> a famous person.
> synonyms: famous person, VIP, very important
> person, personality, newsmaker, name, big name,
> famous name, household name, star, superstar,
> movie star, deejay
>
>
> BOOM
> BAM..................FACE.....................
>
>
> -Rob

As they used to say on I've Got a Secret, "Yes BDK is not a celebrity, no."

He's not a celebrity, you're not a celebrity. BOOM...BAM...FACIAL 8====>---:(

In other words, like Greg Garcia, he is one of many, perhaps all former WJFK interns who easily surpassed you in name recognition, general success, and income.

Also BDK is known for having a large penis and yours went missing about a hundred pounds ago.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: What the--? ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:21PM

Why are you responding as if that's really Robb? Are you stupid or something?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Carla's Fake Tatrz ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:47PM

He named himself Dildo. What do you think?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Mongo eat paint ()
Date: April 27, 2016 03:54PM

I haven't even finished listening to today's show but Mike has already referenced his mother's death in two different commercials. Nice...

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 27, 2016 04:08PM

Mom's death.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving®

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets 0'Dildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 04:25PM

What the--? Wrote:
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> Why are you responding as if that's really Rob?
> Are you stupid or something?

For sport. Now go fuck yourself.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: B'rilliant ()
Date: April 27, 2016 04:43PM

You're too fat to play sports.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 04:57PM

B'rilliant Wrote:
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> You're too fat to play sports.

Fuck you. You wish you had my physique, pussyfoot, if only to soothe you in the night.

edit by Cary: Needless nudity removed.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/27/2016 11:50PM by Cary.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: cDNVw ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:14PM

Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
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> He named himself Dildo. What do you think?

You named yourself after breast implants. WINNING!!!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar hater ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:32PM

oscar is now sickening to listen to.the phony laugh at every grumpy utterance by LFF is fucked up

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TXkx4 ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:37PM

What the--? Wrote:
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> Why are you responding as if that's really Robb?
> Are you stupid or something?

Yeah, no kidding. Robb may be an untalented hack but he is smart enough to realize that he's not a celebrity.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar despiser ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:38PM

oscar is a legend in his own mind. he's wonderful and so informed. and daddy gonna give him the bucks for the house. if that was robb he would be relentlessly badgered on here. why not the bolivian bastard ? you mean to say a man of oscar's means who can travel the world at will, has to depend on daddy for the bucks hmmmm

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Rush Revere ()
Date: April 27, 2016 07:46PM

WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Blobb Spewsack Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS? Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> >
> > >
> > > Your IP address is 73.159.268.31
> > >
> > > WHAT IS MY IP ADDRESS FAGGOT?
> >
> >
> > Too bad the numbers in a dotted quad IP address
> > can't exceed 255.
>
>
> Shhhh! Now everyone will want one of the special
> ones.
>
> Yes I fucked up but thanks loads for crapping on
> the bit. The bit being to challenge any
> douchnozzle who says they can get your IP address
> from a post on this board.

Hahahahahahaha.



All credit to Peekza BTW

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 08:12PM

Robb Spewak Wrote:
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> Carla's Fake Tatrz Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Interviewing the cast of The Sopranos doesn't
> make
> > you a celebrity, BEING in the cast of The
> > Sopranos does...
>
>
> I guess BDK is not a celebrity either?
>
> ce·leb·ri·ty
>
> a famous person.
> synonyms: famous person, VIP, very important
> person, personality, newsmaker, name, big name,
> famous name, household name, star, superstar,
> movie star, deejay
>
>
> BOOM
> BAM..................FACE.....................
>
>
> -Robb

What event did you compete in during the Special Olympics?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 10:24PM

Clearly you didn't medal in making up your own stupid fake name.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: 1 tmos fan ()
Date: April 27, 2016 10:29PM

Today's FFXU thread for the Mike O'Meara Show has been brought to you by Indochino. Get your schlubby as a QUALITY suit for a discount price. And somehow it will fit! I just gave them my sizes and got a great fitting suit. A little long on the inseam, if you know what I mean. (Got a big unit).

Sorry about that guy humor for our more sensitive readers that pee sitting down...But even they can get a great suit for an even better price.

Use the code BOAD to get a free pocket square!!!

Simply the most every girl's crazy about a sharp dressed man way to support the show!

Thanks for your participation in the best comedy podcast in all 'Murica the Mike OOOOOOOOOOOMeara show everybody!

honk honk, honk honk

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 27, 2016 11:56PM

I was eating another man's ass the other night and he farted. Tickled my tongue quite a bit.

ahahahshahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: B'rilliant ()
Date: April 28, 2016 05:28AM

1 tmos fan Wrote:
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> Today's FFXU thread for the Mike O'Meara Show has
> been brought to you by Indochino. Get your
> schlubby as a QUALITY suit for a discount price.
> And somehow it will fit! I just gave them my sizes
> and got a great fitting suit. A little long on the
> inseam, if you know what I mean. (Got a big
> unit).
>
> Sorry about that guy humor for our more sensitive
> readers that pee sitting down...But even they can
> get a great suit for an even better price.
>
> Use the code BOAD to get a free pocket square!!!
>
> Simply the most every girl's crazy about a sharp
> dressed man way to support the show!
>
> Thanks for your participation in the best comedy
> podcast in all 'Murica the Mike OOOOOOOOOOOMeara
> show everybody!
>
> honk honk, honk honk

Painfully unfunny. You should apply to be a writer for the show. Your lack of any comedic talent would fit rit right in.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Wait? Not! ()
Date: April 28, 2016 10:53AM

oscar hater Wrote:
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> oscar is now sickening to listen to.the phony
> laugh at every grumpy utterance by LFF is fucked
> up

Awww, that's sweet

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Talkin' TMOS ()
Date: April 28, 2016 11:22AM

Mike sez if he likes it, more down time for him. Therefore, he will love it. Lock.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Talkin' TMOS ()
Date: April 28, 2016 11:25AM

If you don't yet know what Talkin' TMOS is, you don't get it.

Oscar calls it part of the enhanced listener experience. You may call it a pale imitation of Talking Dead, etc. Though since Mike's not involved, Oscar may just be right.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Best! ()
Date: April 28, 2016 12:18PM

klubber phone calls -- now That's Entertainment!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Robb Spewak ()
Date: April 28, 2016 12:57PM

ROBB MOBB is on fire...

Thanks for the support as always.

We ate out the other night and thanks to the kind fellow who was seeking an autograph, but waited till we were done our meal.

Life Lesson: That's how you treat a celebrity.

-Robb

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: 6NvmD ()
Date: April 28, 2016 01:12PM

LyHXW Wrote:
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> Be nice to dildo. He and peekza run this board. Or
> so he says.


Dildo thinks he's running this board, right up until the moment Cary edits his post and removes the naked boy photos after the fact.

How embarrassing.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peeksa ()
Date: April 28, 2016 01:21PM

Yeah, I saw that. Pretty damn funny.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Pain Point ()
Date: April 28, 2016 02:14PM

oscar despiser Wrote:
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> oscar is a legend in his own mind. he's wonderful
> and so informed. and daddy gonna give him the
> bucks for the house. if that was robb he would be
> relentlessly badgered on here. why not the
> bolivian bastard ? you mean to say a man of
> oscar's means who can travel the world at will,
> has to depend on daddy for the bucks hmmmm

Have respect for Oscar. He works hard for that family money.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Stained Strained 4X Shirt ()
Date: April 28, 2016 02:20PM

Robb Spewak Wrote:
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> ROBB MOBB is on fire...
>
> Thanks for the support as always.
>
> We ate out the other night and thanks to the kind
> fellow who was seeking an autograph, but waited
> till we were done our meal.
>
> Life Lesson: That's how you treat a celebrity.
>
> -Robb


How long did he have to wait for you to finish? Or did he notice the trough was empty when he heard you squealing?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar sez ()
Date: April 28, 2016 02:30PM

Oscar wants to marry a woman, not a little girl.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Robb Spewak ()
Date: April 28, 2016 02:47PM

Stained Strained 4X Shirt Wrote:
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> Robb Spewak Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > ROBB MOBB is on fire...
> >
> > Thanks for the support as always.
> >
> > We ate out the other night and thanks to the
> kind
> > fellow who was seeking an autograph, but waited
> > till we were done our meal.
> >
> > Life Lesson: That's how you treat a celebrity.
> >
> > -Robb
>
>
> How long did he have to wait for you to finish? Or
> did he notice the trough was empty when he heard
> you squealing?

20 minutes or so. It was a delightful night out with the family. I LOVE the LEESBURG Five Guys..............

But, it appears you like animal humor.

So, I will entertain you:

What do you get when you cross an onion with a donkey?


ASS THAT WILL MAKE YOU CRY.................................


-Robb


*Just a thought, not a sermon :-)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 28, 2016 02:52PM

6NvmD Wrote:
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> LyHXW Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
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> > Be nice to dildo. He and peekza run this board.
> Or
> > so he says.
>
>
> Dildo thinks he's running this board, right up
> until the moment Cary edits his post and removes
> the naked boy photos after the fact.
>
> How embarrassing.

Embarrassing for Cary. That photo is found all over this site. He likes it.

Of course he removed it "after the fact". You can't remove something before it's posted. Retarded is no way to go through life, son.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Dildo Baggins ()
Date: April 28, 2016 03:00PM

> We ate out the other night and thanks to the kind
> fellow who was seeking an autograph, but waited
> till we were done our meal.

The guy is called "the waiter" and the paper he wanted "autographed" is called "the credit card receipt."

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Spewakked ()
Date: April 28, 2016 03:10PM

Robb Spewak Wrote:
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> Stained Strained 4X Shirt Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Robb Spewak Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > ROBB MOBB is on fire...
> > >
> > > Thanks for the support as always.
> > >
> > > We ate out the other night and thanks to the
> > kind
> > > fellow who was seeking an autograph, but
> waited
> > > till we were done our meal.
> > >
> > > Life Lesson: That's how you treat a
> celebrity.
> > >
> > > -Robb
> >
> >
> > How long did he have to wait for you to finish?
> Or
> > did he notice the trough was empty when he
> heard
> > you squealing?
>
> 20 minutes or so. It was a delightful night out
> with the family. I LOVE the LEESBURG Five
> Guys..............
>
> But, it appears you like animal humor.
>
> So, I will entertain you:
>
> What do you get when you cross an onion with a
> donkey?
>
>
> ASS THAT WILL MAKE YOU
> CRY.................................
>
>
> -Robb
>
>
> *Just a thought, not a sermon :-)

Not your special place?

"Peking Gourmet Inn, 6029 Leesburg Pike, Baileys Crossroads, Falls Church, 703-671-8088.
An old hang-out for conservative Republicans, like George Bush Sr. and Norman Schwarzkopf. But now in serious decline, don't go." Tyler Cowan

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: George'Jones ()
Date: April 28, 2016 03:15PM

The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
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> Minute 14. In addition to Fat Drunk Baby
> mentioning that HIS MOTHER DIED (why are we only
> just now hearing this news?)
>
> Minute 16. It's officially "Wide Open Wednesday".
> Because "I don't like Open Line Wednesday." Fatt
> Robb: "It's been used before." FBD: "Larry King
> used to do Open Line America". That segment of
> course, was Open Phone America. Nice
> brain-damaged try, Drinky.
>
> Wide Open Wednesday
> W.O.W.
>
> Yeah, that doesn't remind anyone of anything.

And what's WOW upside down? That's right, he brought it right back to MOM. Poor Mike.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: L6bHX ()
Date: April 28, 2016 03:16PM

So dildo, do you run this board or not?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: BillyBob1 ()
Date: April 28, 2016 03:49PM

10 great minutes today reading the names of AA minor league names....Show Prep.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Date: April 28, 2016 04:24PM

This had to be the laziest day of all time (or of all times, as Robb likes to say when he isn't busy correcting Oscar's grammar). A phone call to Shannon, mailbag, a list, and then a Cracked article. Yeah these guys are really killing themselves.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 28, 2016 04:40PM

BillyBob1 Wrote:
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> 10 great minutes today reading the names of AA
> minor league names....Show Prep.

Don't forget when Fuckwaddle said "That's where the Pistons play" and Fatt Rob chimed in "Right!" like he even knows what sport the Pistons play.

It sounded to me like there weren't any phone calls on Wide Open Wednesday. Did I miss something?

So "Talking TMOS" is El Spic and The Fattman stealing an idea from the employee who stole it from Omearacast without meaning to.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Best! ()
Date: April 28, 2016 04:44PM

No calls yesterday made it into the show. Callers were blamed for calling in at 10 am and not knowing they started recording at 9. Working great, Beav.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Lady Baltimore ()
Date: April 28, 2016 06:30PM

TMOS is the Best! Wrote:
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> No calls yesterday made it into the show. Callers
> were blamed for calling in at 10 am and not
> knowing they started recording at 9. Working
> great, Beav.


Well, that's transparency for you. Why let the callers know what time the show is actually recorded?

A couple of weeks ago, Transparent Mike said he doesn't run to the doctor anymore for any little thing.

Transparency Translation: The doctor told him he needs hip surgery, but he has to lose some weight first. Mike's solution? He just stopped going to the doctor.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar hater ()
Date: April 28, 2016 07:57PM

Shannon : run fast, run far, run long. go while you still can. do you really want to be under the thumb of this insufferable bastard and his beloved $family$. oscar's really busting his ass what with podcasts and school woo hoo. she calls him on it and he can't take it. haha....man can you believe the ego on this prick ?shannon see's that its Oscar who's still a boy.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: dJyCu ()
Date: April 28, 2016 08:27PM

Punctuation defeats you every time. Maybe a remedial English class could help.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 28, 2016 08:30PM

oscar hater Wrote:
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> Shannon : run fast, run far, run long. go while
> you still can. do you really want to be under the
> thumb of this insufferable bastard and his beloved
> $family$. oscar's really busting his ass what with
> podcasts and school woo hoo. she calls him on it
> and he can't take it. haha....man can you believe
> the ego on this prick ?shannon see's that its
> Oscar who's still a boy.

Sage advice. I've wanted to say it for some time but you nailed it. It's only a matter of time until the Ritual Smashing and Replacement of the Electronics. According to today's show the furniture inventory is 2 dressers, a bed and a couch. No table? No desk? This is a move tailor-made for renting a U-Haul, but no, Chico Warbucks has to hire professional movers. And is it really MBA level organizational skills to have to work on three papers on a moving day?

oscar sez Wrote:
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> Oscar wants to marry a woman, not a little girl.

But the totally shaved pussy is non-negotiable.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: JonBenet ()
Date: April 28, 2016 09:23PM

You're gay.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Hey, apostrophe S face! ()
Date: April 28, 2016 09:37PM

The dragon Oscar's been slaying apparently is still alive and kicking.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: not persuaded ()
Date: April 28, 2016 09:47PM

I believe Mike's work here is done. Drop that Pee Pee mic and fire off that Marconi Radio Award application.
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos ()
Date: April 28, 2016 09:49PM

The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
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> oscar hater Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Shannon : run fast, run far, run long. go while
> > you still can. do you really want to be under
> the
> > thumb of this insufferable bastard and his
> beloved
> > $family$. oscar's really busting his ass what
> with
> > podcasts and school woo hoo. she calls him on
> it
> > and he can't take it. haha....man can you
> believe
> > the ego on this prick ?shannon see's that its
> > Oscar who's still a boy.
>
> Sage advice. I've wanted to say it for some time
> but you nailed it. It's only a matter of time
> until the Ritual Smashing and Replacement of the
> Electronics. According to today's show the
> furniture inventory is 2 dressers, a bed and a
> couch. No table? No desk? This is a move
> tailor-made for renting a U-Haul, but no, Chico
> Warbucks has to hire professional movers. And is
> it really MBA level organizational skills to have
> to work on three papers on a moving day?
>
> oscar sez Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Oscar wants to marry a woman, not a little
> girl.
>
> But the totally shaved pussy is non-negotiable.

I like a big hairy cunny choonch almost as much as a greased up manhole.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: B'rilliant ()
Date: April 28, 2016 10:58PM

The 5000 Buckets of D'ildos Wrote:
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> I like a big hairy cunny choonch almost as much as
> a greased up manhole.


There isn't a soul on this board who didn't know that already.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar hater ()
Date: April 28, 2016 11:13PM

to the guy who's always worried about my punctuation...fuck you. you must be one of oscar's bitchbois. 5000 appreciates my input and i dont see shit from you so fuck off

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: dJyCu ()
Date: April 28, 2016 11:36PM

Yes but "5000" is really gay. I wouldn't be too proud of his endorsement if I were you.

And get that shift key fixed.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: dJyCu ()
Date: April 29, 2016 01:53AM

Because gays really suck. I fucking hate gays. Gays should kill themselves and other gays.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: dJyCu ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:51AM

^ An obvious imposter.

Thanks for showing us all how desperate (and butt hurt) you are.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: oscar hater ()
Date: April 29, 2016 06:58AM

like i said, you don't say shit or add anything to the discussion. just nitpick about a fuckin capital letter or coma. FUCK YOU. i got my point across which you ignore instead to focus on punctuation. talk about gay. i'll ignore your dumb ass from now on you little faggot. ,,,,,waughhhh he bad mouthed oscar and didn't use big letters wwauugh sniffle

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Carla's Fake Tatrz ()
Date: April 29, 2016 07:38AM

"5000 appreciates my input"

Runner up for the most pointless words ever typed on a message board.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Mongo eat paint ()
Date: April 29, 2016 08:18AM

You're getting better! And I love those quintuple commas!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Spewak's Wardrobe ()
Date: April 29, 2016 09:57AM

Fri black hoodie
Thur red hoodie
Wed Iowa hoodie

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 29, 2016 10:09AM

Spewak's Wardrobe Wrote:
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> Fri black hoodie
> Thur red hoodie
> Wed Iowa hoodie


I fully understand why his kids hate him.

They dress more adult than their father.

What a load.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: dJyCu ()
Date: April 29, 2016 12:51PM

dJyCu Wrote:
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> ^ An obvious imposter.
>
> Thanks for showing us all how desperate (and butt
> hurt) you are.

^ An obvious imposter.

Thanks for showing us all how desperate (and butthurt) you are.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Robb Spewak ()
Date: April 29, 2016 01:25PM

Spewak's Wardrobe Wrote:
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> Fri black hoodie
> Thur red hoodie
> Wed Iowa hoodie


Not a member of the ROBB MOBB, eh?

Hoodies, Cargo Shorts, and Birkenstocks are my gimmick....DUH....

BUY A BONUS PACKAGE....

www.mikeomearashow.com

-Robb

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Pain Point ()
Date: April 29, 2016 02:09PM

oscar hater Wrote:
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> Shannon : run fast, run far, run long. go while
> you still can. do you really want to be under the
> thumb of this insufferable bastard and his beloved
> $family$. oscar's really busting his ass what with
> podcasts and school woo hoo. she calls him on it
> and he can't take it. haha....man can you believe
> the ego on this prick ?shannon see's that its
> Oscar who's still a boy.


How can Oscar treat her like that while being on Daddy's scholarship himself. What a douche.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 29, 2016 02:27PM

I like when Oscar was talking about working 3 jobs AND going to school, Mike asked him, "What 3 jobs?"

And Oscar listed:

1. TMOS
2. School
3. Tech411

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 02:34PM

That is three, the math DOES add up

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Blobb Spewsack ()
Date: April 29, 2016 03:00PM

peekza Wrote:
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> That is three, the math DOES add up


Except he listed 3 AND school, and then school was one of the three.

Plus, TMOS and tech 411 are jobs? WTF

AND WELCOME BACK PEEK!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Best! ()
Date: April 29, 2016 03:32PM

I overlook BOAD, too.

How's the dragon slaying goin'?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:11PM

Blobb Spewsack Wrote:
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> peekza Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > That is three, the math DOES add up
>
>
> Except he listed 3 AND school, and then school was
> one of the three.
>
> Plus, TMOS and tech 411 are jobs? WTF
>
> AND WELCOME BACK PEEK!

Second that. I've done my best to rule this board while you were away but without you the math... just didn't add up. david-caruso-sunglasses_400_260_c1_cente

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:15PM

The 5000 Buckets O'Dildos Wrote:
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> Blobb Spewsack Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > peekza Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > That is three, the math DOES add up
> >
> >
> > Except he listed 3 AND school, and then school
> was
> > one of the three.
> >
> > Plus, TMOS and tech 411 are jobs? WTF
> >
> > AND WELCOME BACK PEEK!


>
> Second that. I've done my best to rule this board > while you were away but without you the math... > just didn't add up. src="http://blogmedia.designpublic.com/wp-content/ > uploads/2014/03/david-caruso-sunglasses_400_260_c1 > _center_top_0_0.jpg">


ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:17PM

Blobb Spewsack Wrote:
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> peekza Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > That is three, the math DOES add up
>
>
> Except he listed 3 AND school, and then school was
> one of the three.
>
> Plus, TMOS and tech 411 are jobs? WTF
>
> AND WELCOME BACK PEEK!


clearly, you're doing it wrong....and GOOD TO BE BACK

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: WELCOME BACK PEEK ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:34PM

Here is your weekend reminder that the twin faggots peekza and 5000 dildos run this board.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: pay for gay ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:38PM

“Gentlemen,” I call using my commanding I-will-brook-no-argument voice. Both men stop, as I know they will, turning to face me. My heart pounds in anticipation at the wheels I’m about to set in motion. With a flick of my wrist, I indicate my office. “Follow me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see them exchange a confused glance, Jasper raising his eyebrow in a silent question at Riley. Riley’s answering shrug, his only reply. Confident I have their obedience, I turn and stride toward my office, my footsteps all but silent on the polished floors of the gym. Entering my domain, I park my ass on the edge of my desk, folding my arms across my chest; my legs are stretched out before me, ankles crossed.

I watch as they enter my room, nervous and unsure of why they have been singled out. ‘Cause I want to fuck your sweet asses, my beauties. Hesitantly, they approach me, their eyes searching my face for clues. Schooling my features, I make certain I betray no emotion.

“Take a seat, guys,” I tell them, my voice neutral, giving no sign of my inner excitement. Smothering a smile, I watch as they anxiously sit on the edges of their seats, exchanging another brief, confused glance. “Do you know why I have asked you both here?” I ask, knowing full well they have absolutely no idea.

“No, Coach,” they chime simultaneously, their heads shaking in an almost matching rhythm. The flush of nervousness staining their cheeks has my dick pulsing in my pants.

“You’re here because I need to speak to you both about attitude. How badly do you two want to be on the squad?” I hold up my hand, cutting off their automatic response to my question. “’Cause I have to tell you guys, your performances these past few weeks can only be described as lackluster. I’m beginning to think that you’d rather be at a bar chugging back a beer, or balls deep in some college cheerleader.”

Watching them closely, I can see by their open-mouthed gapes they are shocked by my bluntness. No other lecturer or professor would speak to them so freely, so bluntly.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

“Umm, train harder, Coach?” croaks Jasper, hanging his head and looking up at me through his lashes.

“Hmm, perhaps, but I have a long line of college jocks itching to take your spots on the team. Guys who have been training hard just in the hope I’ll give them a run. What about you, Riley? Have you got any brilliant ideas on how to convince me to keep you two on the squad?” I ask, turning to the darker haired of the two. His pouty lips tremble, almost making me groan aloud as an image of them wrapped around my now achingly hard cock fills my mind.

“No, Coach,” he whispers as he fidgets in his seat.

“Please, Coach, there has to be something we can do or say to convince you to keep us on the team,” pleads Jasper, his desperation evident in his voice.

Thank God for college jocks and their enormous egos!

“So, Jasper, how much do you want to be on the team?” I demand to know, quirking an eyebrow at him. “What are you willing to do or sacrifice?”

“Umm, anything… everything, Coach.” My cock twitches at the desperate tone of his voice, lengthening noticeably when I observe his gaze drop to my crotch, his eyes widening. Desire surges along each and every nerve of my body to see his Adam’s apple bob convulsively as his stare remains locked on the bulge between my thighs.

“Riley?” I query, having to work a little harder to keep my voice even and well modulated.

“Ditto, Coach. I’ll do anything you ask.” His nervous gaze flits from Jasper’s face to mine, before lowering. I know by his audible gasp the moment he takes in my growing erection.

“Hmm,” I murmur. “Anything, huh?” I speak to their lowered heads, knowing both their stares are surreptitiously glued to my groin. Leaning back a little, placing my hands behind me on the desk, I display my growing arousal to them discretely. Seeing movement in their own crotches has me struggling to hold back a smile.

“Yes, Coach, anything,” they answer in unison.

Triumph is liquid and coursing through my veins. I have them. I have them right where I want them.

“Riley, go lock the door,” I command, my gaze on Jasper as I wait patiently for him to comply. He has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, and dimples. I fucking love dimples. The speed with which Riley returns to stand before me pleases me. I like them eager.

I take my time, looking from one to the other. College athletes. Young, virile sportsmen. They are my weakness. Always have been. And these two are superb examples. Running my gaze up and over Jasper’s body, I admire the long, lean, blond beauty of him. He is like a thoroughbred racehorse. Turning my gaze to Riley, I appreciate his pretty brown eyes, lush lips, and tight, ripped body. He isn’t as tall as his friend but is no less beautiful. The thought of their strong muscles flexing under their smooth skin as I run my hands over them, has me just about panting in desire. For weeks, I’ve watched their firm asses encased in brief running shorts as they did their laps or bent over to do their stretches. Those asses, I decided, were just begging to be fucked.

“I’m going to offer you men a deal,” I speak quietly, watching their faces carefully. “This deal will be just between us. It will not be discussed with anyone. Absolutely, no one else. Is that understood? Are we agreed?”

“Agreed,” Jasper replies quickly, his gaze on my lips.

“Yes, Coach, only us three,” agrees Riley, his voice, I am pleased to note, is a little husky.

“You both have two free blocks every Friday afternoon after training,” I begin confidently. I’ve done my homework. “From now on, you will both remain behind after training finishes. If anyone asks, you are doing extra strengthening work in the gym. Are you with me so far, gents?”

“Yes, Sir,” replies Jasper, nodding his head. Riley echoes his friend’s words and actions.

“For those two hours, you will be mine,” I almost purr my victory. “You will do whatever I ask of you. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” they both say at the same time. Jasper’s gaze travels down my body while Riley’s is trained on my mouth. Good. I have read these studs correctly.

“Excellent,” I smile, confidence sheathing me like a second skin. “Strip. Everything. I want you both buck naked.”

I almost hum with pleasure to see their smooth young skin revealed to my hungry eyes, inch by fucking glorious inch. The fact that their cocks are hardening and their nipples pebbling does not escape my heated gaze.

“Take your seat, Riley,” I order quietly, my gaze on his semi-hard cock as it bobs. “I want you to stay seated. You will watch everything that I do to Jasper. Under no circumstances are you to touch that pretty dick of yours. Understood?”

Nodding his head, he whispers, “Yes, Sir.” My rod twitches at his obedient tone. Seeing him bite his bottom lip has me aching to drag it into my own mouth and suck on it, but that will have to wait.

Jasper will be first.

Moving away from the desk, I speak quietly but firmly, “Jasper, take my place in front of my desk. I want you to face it with your legs spread wide.”

Without hesitation, he complies, a shudder running through his body. “Stand closer,” I command. “Now grab your dick and rest it on the desktop. Good boy.” I encourage him as he silently obeys my commands. “Bend over, with your arms gripping the far edge of my desk.”

He wants it. I can tell. His body is quivering in anticipation; his cock is rock hard, its head rosy and engorged as it drips precum on to the surface of the desk.

A glance in Riley’s direction confirms his arousal as well. The guy is panting and grasping the sides of the chair to stop himself fisting his prick.

Turning my attention back to Jasper, I take a moment to admire his sweet, tight ass. Fuck, it is fairly begging to be plundered.

Reaching out my hand, I slowly caress first one cheek, then the other, feeling him shiver in response to my touch. Oh yes, he wants my cock in his hot little hole.

“Jasper, have you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“No, Sir,” he croaks, his butt muscles flexing and clenching at my question.

“Well, you’re in for a treat then, young man,” I tell him quietly as I continue to stroke the firm cheeks of his backside. “What I want you to do, Jasper, is tell Riley everything you are thinking, feeling, and experiencing as I take you. I want you to describe it in detail. I want him to know by your words exactly what is happening to you. We are going to fuck him with your words.”

“Yes, Coach,” he gasps, as I run my thumb along the part of his cheeks.

Reluctantly, I leave him to walk around the desk to my drawers, reaching in to extract a condom and some lube. I remain silent, letting the tension and excitement build—and build it does. Their noisy breaths, gusting in and out of their open mouths, tell me all I need to know of their arousal.

Returning to Jasper’s side, I give the lube a couple of pumps, pouring a generous amount over my cupped fingers. Slowly, with a gentle touch, I trace an ever-decreasing circle around his quivering rosebud.

“Umm… the lube’s cold but Coach’s fingers are warm, and he’s, umm… circling my anus, and it… and it… it feels, umm… good,” Jasper begins a little shakily. By the time I am finished with him he’ll be screaming his pleasure.

I continue to circle his hole, applying gentle pressure to its center at the end of each circle.

“It feels cool, and umm… slick, his finger, I mean, and he’s pressing against my hole. Fuck, oh fuck, he’s pushing it into my hole. I can feel it slowly sliding in! Oh, my God! I can’t believe I have a finger in my ass and that I like it. It feels so good.”

His moans fill the room as he bucks back against my questing digit, his cock sliding in a puddle of his own precum over the surface of my desk. My gaze shifts from his hungry butt to Riley. I’m not disappointed. The guy is rocking in his seat, his attention locked onto his friend’s ass and my intruding finger.

“My cock is so hard. I’m leaking all over the desk… I, aagh… Oh, God, two! He’s put a second finger in my in ass. Oh, sweet Jesus, it burns. I feel so stretched… aagh… fuck… it’s so good… My heart is pounding… I…” he groans and squirms under my touch.

“Good, Jasper, you’re doing so well,” I murmur, my own cock aching to be sheathed in his warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Riley blindly reaching for his dick, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“DO NOT touch your dick, Riley,” I bark, turning my head to glare at him. Whimpering, he returns his hand to grip the sides of his chair, his gaze never leaving my fingers as they piston in and out of his buddy’s ass.

“Oh fuck! It’s so intense,” wails Jasper. “My cock is throbbing. It feels so fucking good. I’m so turned on, knowing Riley is watching you finger-fuck my ass!”

“So you like it, Jasper? You like my fingers in your ass?” I demand huskily, my own desire thrumming along my nerve endings.

“Yes! Oh yes! I love feeling your fingers gliding in and out of me. My cock is so fucking hard! I want to touch it so bad… Oh, God!”

Using my free hand, I pick up the lube, and as my fingers exit Jasper’s hole I give one extra spurt before thrusting them back in, adding a third.

“Sweet Jesus! Three! I think Coach has three fingers in my ass. Aagh… Oh, god. So good. I feel so full, and it feels so fucking good.” His hips are bucking back against my hand, his cock making a mess on my desk as his precum is smeared over its surface by his rocking and squirming.

I smile in anticipation. He is almost ready. All I need to do is adjust my fingers, hook them around and…

“Oh, my fucking God!” Jasper screams, his body arching off the desk as I massage his prostate. “Oh, my fucking God!” he wails again. A chant he repeats with every pass I make over his sweet spot.

“Tell him, Jasper. Tell him how good it feels when I hit your little inner love button.”

“It does…” he groans. “It feels so good. Oh, my God, Riley. There’s… there’s a spot inside… and aagh… every time Coach presses against it… Oh, God. Every time he touches it… it feels so fucking good! I’m fucking trembling!”

Withdrawing my fingers from his hot, little hole, I smile at his whimper. “More, Coach, please. More.”

“Soon, beautiful. Soon I’ll be pressing something so much better than my fingers against your sweet spot,” I purr, my rod throbbing in anticipation of being buried in his heat.

My hands go to the waistband of my shorts, my attention on Riley. His gaze flickers between his friend’s naked ass to my crotch as I slowly reveal my cock to him. His audible gasp and widening eyes have me smirking. His own cock is almost purple with the need for release.

He’ll have to wait a little longer.

Positioning myself behind Jasper, I reach for the condom, tearing the packet open with my teeth before rolling it down my length. His ass is pushing back, seeking me. I smile. Grabbing the lube, I squeeze a generous dollop into my palm, slowly fisting myself.

“Riley, you may play with your nipples. Nothing more. Leave that pretty cock of yours alone. I want you to pinch your nipples. Twist them. Roll them between your thumb and forefinger. Can you feel how, with every manipulation you give them, an electric jolt is sent straight to your dick?” I turn my stare to him, watching him as he squirms in his seat with his eyes closed, fingers on both of his nipples.

“Open your eyes, Riley,” I order. “Keep your eyes on Jasper. You may play with your nipples, but you are to watch Jasper. Watch his body—how it responds to my touch. Watch his face. See how flushed he is? See how he loves what I’m doing to him?”

Biting his bottom lip, he nods his head eagerly, his gaze on the naked body of his friend sprawled over my desk.

Taking a small step forward, I press the tip of my cock against Jasper’s fluttering rosebud. He moans, pushing back.

“His cock… Oh, God, my heart is beating so fast I think it might explode out of my chest! Fuck! His cock is pressing against me. I can feel it slowly pushing into me… and I want it. I want it inside of me. All of it.”

His words come out in moaning pants, and it takes every ounce of self-discipline I possess not to ram my rod into him in one thrust.

“Oh, Jesus, it feels so hard. Hard and thick. Aagh… It’s filling me… never felt… never felt so fucking full. Fuck! So good. Feels so fucking good. He’s pulling out and pushing in and… Oh, god! Every time… aagh… Every time he pushes back in… mmm… more… he pushes more in!”

I still, watching as Jasper pushes his ass back trying to swallow more of my dick. Stifling a satisfied smile, I press more of myself into his hot, tight hole. My dick is in heaven.

Finally, fuck, finally, I am fully sheathed within him. We both sigh. The sound of Riley’s gasps and pants are the only sounds in the room.

Ever so slowly I begin to pull out of Jasper’s hole only to thrust myself back in to his sweet heat. The sounds of his moans drown out Riley’s ragged breaths. Running my hands up his back, I lean over him, whispering in his ear, “Tell him, Jasper. Tell him how good it feels to have my cock sliding in and out of your ass.”

As I kiss him between his shoulder blades, he continues his commentary. “His cock, fuck, his cock feels so big. It’s moving in and out of me… and mmm… and I want it. It feels incredible. I can feel Coach’s hands on my butt. He’s umm… squeezing and parting my cheeks… and… umm… Oh, God… umm, his thumbs are brushing over my balls. Fuck! It all feels so good!”

Watching myself pump my dick in and out of his hungry hole has me panting.

“More, Coach! More, please… Please don’t stop. Feels so fucking fantastic! Oh, Jesus… I can feel every ridge and vein of your cock! Wanna touch my dick, Coach. Please… please can I touch my dick?” He wails, his hips bucking.

“No, Jasper. Keep your hands on the desk.” I growl as I continue to plow into his needy ass.

“Oh, God… Fuck! Can’t believe how good this feels! Yes! Give it to me, Coach. Harder!”

I increase my pace, using my hands to adjust the angle of Jasper’s hips so that with each thrust, I am hitting his prostate. “Sweet Jesus! Oh, fuck! Oh, my god, he’s… oh, he’s hitting that spot again! Aagh… Fuck! Jesus, I’m gonna come all over his desk… My balls feel so fucking tight… I… Fuck! I’m so close. Fuck, Riley… haven’t… fuck, I haven’t even touched my dick!”

“Not yet, Jasper. Don’t come yet. Not till I say so.” I grunt my command, as I begin to really pound his ass.

“Fuck, Riley! He’s fucking me! Coach is fucking my ass… and I… aagh… Jesus! And I love it! Harder! Please Coach, harder!” he cries, bucking back against me, the sound of our skin slapping mixing with that of our moans, grunts, and pants.

“Yes! Fuck him, Coach. Fuck him hard!” squeals Riley, just about severing his nipples from his body with his twisting and tweaking.

Pistoning faster and faster, knowing I am jabbing Jasper’s sweet spot with each inward thrust, I rocket toward my own release. “Such a sweet fucking ass, Jasper. I’m going to love fucking you again and again. That’s it, beautiful. Take it. Take all I have to give you. I’m going to fill your hot little ass!”

“Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Feels so fucking good! Fill my ass!”

“Come for me, Jasper. Come for me, now!” I growl as my own hips jerk erratically, my balls tightening just before they explode, sending my release thundering through my cock and into the condom. Feeling his inner muscles clench spasmodically, milking my still twitching cock, I know he is ejaculating all over my desk. His cries are merely confirmation.

Turning to Riley, I croak, “You may touch your dick.”

“Oh, thank fucking Christ!” All it takes is three tugs, and he is shooting his load all over his chest, his juice almost reaching his throat with the force of his climax.

Easing myself out of Jasper, I dispose of the condom in my wastepaper basket. We all take a moment to regain our senses and our ability to breathe normally. Jasper remains sprawled over my desk, his face flushed, but sated and content.

“Come here, Riley.” I instruct quietly, waiting for him to stand beside me before I speak again. Reaching out, I touch the cheek of Jasper’s ass, slowly stroking and caressing it. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Riley’s fascination with his friend’s anus. “That’s it, Riley. Look. See how his skin shivers at my touch? How he pushes his backside up and into my hand? See how his rosebud flutters as my fingers moves closer and closer?” At his eager nod, I resume, “That will be your ass next week.” I smile as they both groan. “I think, gents, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

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“Come on you guys! It’s my birthday and I want all of us to get along.”


Bella could not believe that a group of people who had known each other for a year could stand on opposite sides of a room and avoid each other. Bella had wanted to have all her friends at her birthday party, but since vampires and werewolves usually killed each other when they were in the same room things just weren't going as planned.



I swear they act like children…I guess I’m going to have to do something.



Knowing something had to be done but not knowing where to start Bella stood up and walked towards her girlfriend Leah. The relationship started once Leah had confessed to Bella that she had imprinted on her. Same sex imprinting was almost unheard of but it did happen so when the girls presented their situation to the tribe counsel they had been surprised but had accepted the situation. When it came to people their wolves imprinted on they supported the mates fate chose for them. For Leah the pack had also been supportive, even Jacob who had once been in love with Bella. Charlie had been reluctant about the relationship but after a few weeks of seeing her daughter happier than ever before he accepted the relationship. As for Edward he had been reluctant to let Bella go but in the end he too gave her his blessing.



“What’s wrong?”



Leah was wearing her girlfriends’ favorite dark blue jeans and V-neck white shirt with a pocket on the breast. Bella wore a similar outfit except her shirt had a peace symbol instead of a pocket. The birthday girl sat next to Leah and laid her head on her shoulder. She sighed and asked her girlfriend if she couldn’t see the group of teens huddled in two distinct groups instead of intermeddling. It was a very frustrating sight since both groups had a peace treaty and had been getting along better than ever before.



“I’ve noticed that, I’ve been thinking of a way to get them together and I think I figure it out.”

As her girlfriend stayed quiet and looked around the room Bella stood up grabbed some of the food on the snack table. Before she sat down she heard Leah call both Jacob and Edward. Both boys reluctantly left their groups and headed to the couch the girls were sitting on.



“What is it?”


“What’s up?”

With both boys in front of them the Leah and Bella tried to get them to converse with each other but they were highly reluctant. Even topics that usually worked with other males; dating and sports, didn’t work with Edward or Jacob. As the girls struggled to get the boys to talk they failed to notice the youngest pack member approach.


“Hi Edward, my name’s Seth, I don’t know if you remember me?”



The conversation the girls were trying to build instantly stopped, it almost felt like the room had gone quite. In reality nothing had changed in the room but small group by the couch waited to see what Edward would say.

“Yes I remember you, how could I forget the most cheerful shrimp in the room.”
“Shrimp! I’m not short at all…well…I might be smaller than the rest of the pack but that’s only because I’m young. Jacob says I should have a growth spurt soon.”
“By soon I meant when you’re reborn.”
“Don’t worry Seth maybe when you’re reborn you’ll be taller.”


The girls sighed in relieve as the small Edward and Jacob tease Seth on his height. This went along for some time and as it happened Leah was able to see that other people in the group were beginning to mix together. Just as she had been thinking all that needed to happen was two leaders in the groups to interact with each other before everyone else felt comfortable doing it.



“Both of you are so mean when you get together. I’ll have to remember to stay away from both of you next time.”

“Don’t tell me we hurt your feelings shrimp?” Reaching out Edward tried to squeeze one of Seth’s checks but his hand was knocked away by Seth.
“Hurt my feelings? You wish, when you grow up with all this testosterone you have to have thick skin.”
“Hm, that you do.” Wrapping his around Seth Jacob squeezed him tight and held him. He didn’t know if he was seeing correctly but he didn’t like the way Edward had begun to look at Seth.
“I’ll tell you guys one thing, a good thing about having a more athletic-”
“Small.”
Ignoring what Jacob said Seth continues. “The good thing about having a more athletic body is that I’m a better swimmer. I’m better then all these guys here.”
“Are you?”
“Damn right I am.”

“Hm, well you might be better than the wolves but I doubt you’d be better than a vampire.” Smirking inwardly Edward knew that Seth wouldn’t ignore the little jab.
“Oh I bet you I could, I’m that good.”
“How about you show me then?” Not able to hold in his smirk any more Edward openly smirked at Seth. The younger wolf was a lot of fun to be around.
“Ok then, how about I show you at the beach? We’ll swim to the cliffs then back.”
“That sounds we can do that this weekend. Oh and don’t forget to bring your little floaty because the water might be a little rough.” Laughing Edward dodged pretzel stick that Seth took from Bella.
XxXxXxXxX
When the party ended everyone went their separate ways. The wolves went back to the reservation and Edward and his family went back home. As Edward drove home his thoughts seemed to settle on the short young wolf that was adamant about proving himself to Edward. While Edward thought about Seth he failed to notice the smile creeping on his face and the smile that Alice got as her eyes glazed over.

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The air that seeped through the forest was downright freezing. Frost gathered on various plants, creating lovely patterns. Most animals huddled in their dens and barrows to escape the cold. But not them… no.



“Jake…” The panted word hung in the air of the clearing, visible as a small white cloud due to the cold.



Jacob captured Seth’s lips, effectively cutting off anything else he had to say. Instead Seth could only groan into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Jacob’s neck, his legs around Jacob’s back. Jacob thrust his tongue into Seth’s mouth, plundering the moist cavern. His hand wrapped around Seth’s throbbing erection between their bodies as he pulled his own cock from where it was buried in Seth’s ass.



Seth ripped his lips away from Jacob’s, crying out in ecstasy when Jacob thrust back in, hitting his prostrate. He quickly lost himself in the feelings that followed Jacob’s powerful thrusts into his body, and the feeling of Jacob’s hand stroking his cock. Seth tightened his legs around Jacob’s waist.



“…Nn! Jake…”



Those sounds and his name were the only things Seth ever said during moments like this. Jacob liked that, he liked that a lot. These moments weren’t for talking and spilling your dreams, these moments were for losing yourself in the passion. And there was always passion with Seth. Fucking fate…



“Ah!”



Jacob could feel Seth’s muscles tightening around his cock and he knew it wouldn’t be long now. His hand around Seth’s cock sped up, needing to bring the younger to completion first. The only sounds that met his ears were Seth’s whimpers and the sound of skin slapping against skin.



Seth arched his back, mouth open in a silent cry, as his orgasm washed over him. Spurts of cum shot from his cock, landing on his chest, but he didn’t care. The waves of his orgasm were only heightened as Jacob kept thrusting into his body.



The alpha groaned loudly as Seth’s muscle’s spasmmed around his cock. One, two, three quick more thrusts and he tensed as he came, filling the boy under him with his seed. When the feelings had passed he collapsed on top of Seth, panting. He was barely aware of the warm lips pressed against his temple, or the fingers running lightly through his hair but he found comfort in them just the same.



Jacob finally caught his breath and he sat up, slowly pulling out of Seth. He used a rag he had in the pocket of his shorts to clean them both up. “Thanks Seth,” he said quietly, the words hanging in the air.



Seth shivered as he sat up, the sweat drying on his skin causing a chill. He gave Jacob a small smile. “Anytime Jake.” He watched as Jacob got dressed, a feeling of sadness settling in the pit of his stomach. “Did you really mean it?” He asked quietly.



Jacob paused for a second before he finished pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah.” He was going to die in this battle. There was no other way around it.



Seth worried his bottom lip before he spoke again. “Promise me something Jake.”



“Aw c’mon Seth, don’t make me promise you that I’m going to come back safe like those cheesy war movies.” He watched as Seth fought a smile and had to fight one of his own. Then Seth met his eyes and he couldn’t breathe. The worry and love he saw shining there took his breath away.



“Just… don’t forget me okay?” Seth whispered.



Jacob’s heart gave a painful thud in his chest. He leaned over and cupped Seth’s cheek before he lightly kissed Seth’s lips. “No one could forget you Seth.”

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It’s been a few weeks since Paul first phased and I thought that having another person with me to share this responsibility with would make it easier to protect La Push, but he has been nothing but a pain in the ass the whole time. I know with me being Alpha and the first one to become a shape-shifter I need to be patient with a new wolf, but Paul was really pushing it!
After running through the woods on the patrol route that Paul was suppose to be running for a good hour, I finally picked up on his scent. I followed the smell until it led me to a small clearing. There, I found Paul fast asleep in his wolf form ignoring his duties as a protector of our people. I shifted back to my human form and throw on a pair of cut off shorts as I entered the small clearing.
"Paul! So is this where you've been hiding out?" I asked looking around the clearing. I notice it was actually a vey tranquil area surrounded by trees almost like a fairy circle. I snorted at the thought, fairies. Please.
Paul awoke with a jolt and upon seeing me he shifted back to his human form and just stood there in all his glory.
“Paul, you’re supposed to be patrolling the area for any signs of leech activity!” I stated trying to maintain my anger.
“Fuck off Sam! I don’t have to do shit!” was Paul’s oh-so-civil response to my statement.
Consumed by rage that this womanizing man-whore of a pup would disrespect me, ME! His Alpha! That was it all the patience I had and trying to be understanding to all of this went straight out the window. It was then that I chose this time to use my Alpha power over him, because I have had enough of his back talk and total disrespect for me and the Elders as well as his responsibility to the tribe.
"Paul, come here," I ordered.
He gave me a pointed glare and a growl as well as he tried to fight the order, but he came anyway. I would teach him to respect me and fear me completely like the little pup should. I’m going to show him that he is nothing more than a little bitch and he’ll be my bitch, the Alpha’s bitch!
“What the fuck do you want Sam?”
"Get on your knees!" I commanded ignoring his question.
His eyes grew wide at my order as he got on his knees. I enjoyed watching him try to fight it. I chuckled at his attempts even though it was futile. I could just feel the evil grin crawl across my face as he glared up at me with eyes full of anger, hatred and fear. He quickly looked away from me once he notice my grin. I just let the wolf take over with the need to show my dominance over him and the need for him to completely submit to me.
"Such a good obedient bitch, aren't you?" I said in a venomous snarl at his disobedience.
His head shot up to gaze at me, I’m surprise he didn’t get whip-lash from the sudden movement. Looking at me with fear filled eyes as I unzipped my cut offs and let them fall around my ankles as I started stroking my 13 inch monster of a cock until it was nice and hard. I would show him how much of a bitch boy he really is.
"Suck me," I ordered as I shoved my cock in his face.
He took my sex into his mouth and started sucking me off. Shit! Paul’s tongue was nothing short but magical. Paul had the head of my cock in his sweet little mouth as his tongue played with the slit lapping up the pre-cum. Paul then used his teeth to nibble my head making me let out a deep growl of approval. As he bobbed up and down on me slowly taking my cock inch by painful inch into his mouth as I lazily moved in and out of him.
After a few minutes of wanting and needing more, I grabbed the back of his head and started thrusting viciously into his wet cavern. I felt myself getting harder at the feeling and sound of him choking on my meat completely coating it with his salvia as he continued to suck me off. I was surprised at how good it felt to just let loose and be intimate with someone without having to worry about keeping control of the wolf within me. As I felt myself getting ready to cum, I forced him down to the very base of my cock and came deep within his throat as I grunted my release. I quickly pulled out earning a whimper from Paul as I did so and turned away not even looking at him as I grab my cut offs.
“So Paul have you learned…you’re…pla…” I was saying as I turned around to face him only be shocked into silence.
There Paul still sat on his knees panting heavily, saliva dripping off his chin on to his broad chest below. My eyes followed the droplets as they ran down his body in between each of the crevices of his eight pack ads. I then followed his V to his very proud and erect member standing tall at 11 ½ inches.
“Paul did you enjoy getting your face fucked by your Alpha?” I asked with a chuckle as a small smirk grow a cross my face in disbelief.
I walked back towards him never breaking eye contact and then crouched down so that we were both eye level with each other our faces only inches away from each other.
“Well…” I pushed getting a little agitated that he hadn’t answered me yet.
“Yes.” He said in a small voice of a whisper that I could barely hear even with my enhanced hearing, he looked away from me to gaze intensely at the ground. Clearly embarrassed with himself for enjoying it so much.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear what you just said you little bitch.” I hissed out grabbing him roughly by the hair so that he was force to look at me.
“Yes, I enjoyed getting my face fucked by you Sam!” he growled out.
A full blown smirk spread across my face at his confession. Paul scowled at me.
“Touch yourself, Paul!” he looked at me with confusion and shock evident all over his face.
“Go ahead and play with yourself, Paul. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” His confusion was still there but the shock had worn off.
Paul moved his right hand to his pulsing member, his fingers wrapped themselves around his hardness and he began to stroke himself. He kept stoking himself off as his left hand moved to play with his sac adding to his coming release. I watched as Paul’s organism toke hold of him as he shot his load, but do to my close proximity his cum coated my chest and abdomen.
I stood up shaking my head as an amused grin graced my lips while Paul came down from his little orgasmic high. The grin I had turned into a wicked smirk when I realized that I could definitely have some fun with this little pup of a man and since he is such a lovely little submissive bitch this would clearly be very enjoyable.
“Paul!”
(PPOV)
I can’t believe it! I just got face fucked by Sam! My Alpha! The worst part is I enjoyed and then I jerked off right in front of him to and I couldn’t get over the fact that I wanted him to do more to me.
“Paul!”
I gazed up at him getting hard again at the sight of the bronze skin muscle god covered in my own funk standing before me. The worst part was that Sam was smirking down at me and he was hard again too. Fuck! I’m so fucking screwed!
“Look at the mess you’ve made…” He gesturing towards his jizz covered body “…lick me clean Paul.”
I eagerly got to my feet and started to place opened mouth kisses on his heated skin as I lapped up my own funk that painted his flesh. God, his skin tasted so good with my cum all over it. My tongue darting in-between each of his abs earning a moan for my actions and I couldn’t stop the smile that graced my lips at the thought that I was giving Sam this kind of pleasure as I nipped and nibbled at the flesh that was under my mouth.
“Do you like tasting yourself, bitch?” Sam asked in a husky voice.
“Yes!” I moaned out loving the way Sam recklessly dominated over me.
I continued to devourer my cum off his chest enjoying the sounds that we where both making. Once I was finished my lips lingered a little longer then they should have before pulling back completely to look at him.
“Get on your hands and knees! I want to fuck you like the dog you are!” I willingly got on all fours for him, but I growled at the dog statement though.
“I’m not a dog!” I barked out.
“Oh really now, you’re not a dog?” He was fucking chuckling at me!
Fucker!
That’s when he just shoved himself into me and god damn it hurt like a bitch!
“Fuck!” I hissed out trying to get myself to relax.
Sam didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size he just kept pounding into my tight hole as my body tried to react against the intruder. Shit, the sensation I was getting from Sam’s fat dick in my ass was fan-fucking-tastic! I was enjoying myself so much that I didn’t even realize that I was hard again. Grunts, growls and soft moans escaped from both of our lips as Sam fucked from behind. After a while of Sam trusting into fast and hard, he soon hit my prostate making my scream out his name.
“Shit……S-Sam, so fucking good!” I rasped out as I slammed my ass back on his cock and soon I was meeting him thrust for thrust.
“So……warm…so……so…amazingly tight!” Sam mumbled out in his own little bliss filled world.
“You like me fucking your ass Paul?” Sam asked as his thrusts that were now balls deep as he pounded into my tight heat.
“Hell Yeah!” Was my only reply as are pace quickened to reach our coming release.
Sam fisted a hand full of my spiked her as his other hand gripped my hip almost painfully. A few more thrust and Sam came deep within me, grunting my name and shit did it feel good. Sam pulled out and stood up bring me with him to place a light loving kiss on my lips as his cum started to run down my leg from my abused entrance. I was dazed by the kiss and didn’t even notice that Sam was putting his cut offs back on. I let out a pathetic whimper when I realized that I was still painfully hard gaining Sam’s attention as I pleaded to him with my eyes to help me with my problem.
“Paul, if you’re a good little Beta and finish up your patrol than maybe your Alpha will suck you off and let you fuck him.” Sam stated with a sinfully naughty smile gracing his face. I nodded my head vigorously in agreement while liking my lips at the idea of Sam on his knees in front of me. I quickly shifted into my wolf from so I could get started on finishing up my patrol as Sam left the clearing and headed back to his place.
I couldn’t wait to get back to Sam’s and have my Alpha beg for my cock!

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The Poet and the Pendulum

BY : zephyrscribe
Category: Twilight Series > Slash - Male/Male
Cat Pokes: 2860

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.
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Title: The Poet and the Pendulum
Parts: Part I [ White Lands of Empathica ]
Rating: pg
Pairing: Jasper/Jacob
Words: 2 711 words
Disclaimer: The Twilight series and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, who I am definitely not. This means that I don't own the characters or anything but the strange circumstances that I slap them into. I'll put them back once I'm done with them, promise.

White Lands of Empathica

I think that I really started wondering about whatever weird place it was that my life was heading by the time that Bella's high school life ended, and mine was nearly over too. Though, in a way, I guess I am a little lucky; not everyone gets to know what their lives are going to be like with the certainty that I do. Still, with the way that it came about, I think it could have been a little... well, smoother.

See, it all started waaaay back just a few months after the blood sucker and his family came back to Forks after their sudden departure earlier in the year. A departure which left my best friend, and the girl that I'd fallen for, closely resembling a zombie; to the point where you'd expect her to jump at you and try to eat you alive.

Sound freakishly like a video game? You couldn't be closer to the source; my life's been a lot like a video game, or even a supernatural thriller, for a while now. Despite that being considered 'fun' or 'cool' it was more or less just a pain in the ass. And that's truth.

To me, when that bastard blood sucker returned, it was obvious that he was keeping her locked up and preventing her from going anywhere. I refused to answer or respond to any of her calls, because I didn't want to have to know or hear about how fucking 'perfect' her leech boyfriend was; nor did I want to hear about how much better she was now that he was back. I didn't think that I was strong enough; that I could whether knowing that I wasn't what she needed or wanted, that I couldn't ever be what she needed.

It wasn't fair.

And it hurt more then I'd probably ever admit. But there was also that little niggling part of me that kept telling me that I should be happy for her, because no matter what he'd done to her; that was something she had to deal with. And she was happy now, even I couldn't deny that. At least... I hoped she was.

That didn't stop me from being completely irrational with trying to separate them. The hurt was strong, and I couldn't think through my actions, or their consequences. Which was why her words cut me deep; I had always thought that it was his fault that she was locked away, when it really wasn't. And I'd know that is had to be so, considering that I knew how determined she could be. Not to mention stupid sometimes.

Still there was that niggling voice in the back of my head that kept telling me that something was wrong with that picture. It went even further, though, and told me that something was wrong with the future that I wanted.

But that didn't change anything, at least, I didn't want it too.

My first 'meeting' with the leech didn't go as I'd hoped. Things just sort of fell to pieces, and I wound up leaving feeling very, very bad about myself. Maybe not answering Bella's calls had been a stupid idea after all, because I really hadn't thought through everything and had wound up with half-assed conclusions. As well, everything about it left a bad taste in my mouth.

I didn't see Bella again until this one day when I showed up at her school; there were a few details that I was being pushed into reminding the leeches of...

.:-o-:. .:-o-:.

Days that turn your entire life as you know it on its head are usually the ones that start out completely normal, and then go downhill from there. I think that should have sent the first warning sign off in my head that something was going to derail my life and send my flying headlong into something that I would probably not want any part of. Well, at least if I was in my right mind.

But it's really hard to keep that 'right mind' when the mythical is real.

I'd thought that meeting Bella at her school would be a good idea, since there it was a place where that blood sucking bastard couldn't show his true colors. And it wasn't completely my idea, Sam was worried that I would purposely get into a fight with the leech, and that wouldn't do too well for the treaty since I'd be the one provoking him; if he did kill me, which even I had to doubt, it would be on us and not them. I was supposed to know better.

Though, do you know how hard it is to stand being in a school? Especially when your sense of smell is much, much stronger then a human's? It's fucking terrible! Girls have this thing where they feel that they have to be swimming in perfume, and it's never that good of stuff too! It's choking; I always feel like gagging when I have to be anywhere near those kind of people.

And humans don't usually have a very pleasant smell.

While I waited for the leech and Bella, I occupied myself with sorting through the different scents that permeated the area that I was in. It wasn't a lot of fun, and I wound up with the lingering bad after smell of a lot of bad perfume; but there was a little something mixed in there that made it all completely worth it. To my instincts at least.

At first, I wasn't too sure what it was about that particular scent that caught my attention. It was sweet, but not sickly so like the blood sucker's (their scents would burn my nose, and it's not pleasant at all), but it was still a very nice pleasant sort of sweet. Vanilla. I took a deeper breath to get a better feel of the scent, wondering if it was tied to another smell, but I couldn't scent much else to do with that particular scent but a bit of the lingering smell of the woods. That was explainable; it meant that the person who's scent it was had recently been out in the forest.

That annoying little voice in the back of my head urged me to follow that scent, to find whoever it belonged to and breathe it in deeply so that it was all I would ever smell again. I resisted the urge with a disgruntled expression and shoved it to the back of my mind for the time being; there'd be more time to think about that scent later. I had a job to do.

By the time Bella and her leech had found me, I'd already amassed quite an audience. A crowd of Bella's fellow students had formed a bit of a ring around myself, and when those two arrived, around them as well. I could tell that they were all itching for there to be a fight, but something kept them back from openly clamoring for it. Their scents were burning in my nose, and I felt very uncomfortable suddenly.

I knew that the leech had read my mind the moment he growled low, settling into a protective stance between myself and Bella; like he didn't trust me being able to keep her safe.

"And with good reason," he hissed out when he read that thought. I huffed and crossed my arms, giving him a mindful. "I would really prefer if you kept your opinions to yourself."

"Tch," I responded; I was already uncomfortable enough with how close he was too me. "Sam thought that you and your family would like to know that the foreign leech was back while you were all out hunting. She got away, though, we think that she came down this way to scout out some of the territory."

That seemed to surprise him, his eyes took on a distant hue for a moment, "... she's circling back?"

"Hell if I know."

He shook his head, as if to clear it. And Bella said, "What else did you come here to say Jake?"

I snorted, "Your leech and his family wanted our help, and I got voted as messenger."

"Jake..." she murmured. I refused to be swayed by her pleading; I knew this was hurting her, but it really couldn't have been helped. The two of us were mortal enemies; we're not supposed to get along. "can you at least try to be a little nicer? Edward is trying to be polite, you know. You could put in some effort too, I know that you can."

I wrinkled my nose, "I'm not trying to kill him, that's my best effort. His scent burns my nose."

"You're not exactly floral yourself mutt." Bella glared at the both of us.

"That's not helping," she replied acidly. "Please you two, we're in public! Try to behave, not everyone knows about this secret feud between vampires and werewolves; they're not real to them! So please try and act normal!"

Bella was still trying to pry more space between myself and her leech when we were each looking like we were going to screw keeping our peace and just duke it out right there. It wouldn't be constructive in the least. but when you put a werewolf and and a leech in close quarters, then the results aren't going to be very pretty; or pleasant.

At that moment, the tiniest leech was at Bella's side. She didn't look at me but looked straight at Bella's leech, her eyes hard, "Don't Edward." I was again bowled over when she turned to me, sending waves of that faint scent of vanilla which I had smelled earlier. It wasn't her scent, I wrinkled my nose at how painfully sweet her scent was, but had definitely saturated through her clothes and clung to her; whoever's scent it was, she had been close to them.

"Tomorrow," she murmured so that only the three of us could hear it. "Tomorrow night, four AM. We'll be holding a strategy meeting about what we are going to do about Victoria and the newborns. Both of you, remember that neither of you are the enemy."

When the pixie vampire turned away, the scent of vanilla smacking me about once again, the blood sucker grinned to which I gave him a dark glare and a low growl. Whatever was going through his head, though, didn't bode well for me. I was sure of that much, but I really didn't have an idea of what it was that he was thinking of. My thoughts had tipped him off to something; he knew something that I didn't.

As he pulled away, he hissed, "Be very careful about where you step, pup." The tiny vampire gave a small smile as she turned away with Bella. Both of the leeches knew something that I didn't, and I didn't think that whatever was running through their heads had anything good in store for me.

I felt my heart sink.

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.

'Well? How did it go?' I didn't want to answer Embry, but he already knew the answer before he even asked the question. Now it was more of a courtesy, none of us actually needed to ask in order to know how each others' days had gone. Embry was just trying to make me feel better... though I didn't really know why I was feeling down in the first place.

And that smell of vanilla still hadn't left me.

Embry snorted, 'Quit thinking about that Jake! You're making me hungry!'

I snorted, 'You're always hungry. And I'm still confused about that scent and why it was on that leech; it wasn't her scent, and I didn't recognize it from any of the humans that were around. I didn't know the scent either.'

The two of us ran in silence, and then I felt the rest of the pack join us. News was passed around quickly, and soon everyone knew about my fascination with the scent and the mystery person who it belonged to. Leah was the one who immediately sank her teeth into the news while everyone else seemed much more preoccupied with the strategy meeting that would be happening tomorrow night.

'Aww, ickle Jakey-poo found a nice new scent? Which little human girl is it this time? She gonna leave you for a leech too?'

'Shut up Leah!'

'Both of you be quiet!' Sam ordered; by this time we'd all settled down into a half-circle with Sam facing all of us. I growled at Leah; she might still be horribly bitter and determined to make the rest of us miserable, but that didn't mean that the rest of us deserved to be treated that way. 'Anyways, we need to think about what we are going to do tomorrow.'

'We might not get along with them,' Embry offered, 'but we do share a common enemy in this case. We don't know how to fight these newborns, but letting them come and run rampant here isn't probably a good idea. Though none of us like it, we're gonna have to trust them and fight alongside them.'

Sam mulled that one for over for a while, but all of us could tell what his decision was before he spoke next.

'Embry's right, and that blond leech, the leader, he makes a very good point. This cat-like leech is obviously planning something and all of these 'visits' that she's been making all fit with a scouting mission; she's trying to get more familiar with the territory and any threats that might be here. But we do have the element of surprise in that she won't be expecting us to cooperate with the Cullens because she did witness our animosity towards them.'

Leah snorted, clearly angry, 'Oh? We're going to cooperate with them?! Those... those bloodsucking monsters?!'

All of us growled at her, and Sam barked, 'Leah! You will not challenge decisions made by this pack. And for the moment, we will be cooperating with the Cullens; if only until this danger is dealt with.'

With that, the decision was made; we would be meeting the leeches tomorrow night in order to learn about how we would deal with the newborns. It still left me with that one unexplained issue of the scent that wouldn't leave me alone.

It wasn't until the meeting was over, when Quil, Embry, and I were sitting in my house's family room with the TV on that they started offering me some advice on what the whole 'scent' thing meant. Quil's opinion was probably the most useful.

"I'd say you've found the one you're gonna imprint on."

"What?!"

Quil nodded, snagging his bottle of pop off the coffee table; they'd taken the couch and I was sitting on the floor in front of it.

"Yeah, I mean, haven't you noticed from Jared, Sam, and I? You both should know that the ones we've imprinted on, to us at least, that person's scent is the most desirable thing that you'll ever smell. Jake, you were thinking about it; the fact that it wouldn't leave you alone probably means that whoever has the scent is the one who you're supposed to be with."

I stared at the floor, "Yeah. Right."

"Jake, you shouldn't be so hung up over Bella. I mean, even you have to know that by now she's made her choice and she isn't going to be changing her mind any time soon. This could be, you know, just fate telling you that it's just not meant to be," Embry muttered; I could tell that he was being careful. The whole issue with Bella could prove to be a minefield with me, even now.

"So? Doesn't mean that I have to like it."

Quil shrugged, "You don't have to like it now, but you won't be getting all that much of choice about it. And it's very hard to hate, or even dislike the one you imprint on Jake. You know that."

I knew that, I knew that when I eventually did imprint that I probably wouldn't be thinking all that much with my rational brain. I'd learned through the others who had imprinted that the moment they did was one of those moments where the entire world just seemed right. You couldn't think straight and all that mattered to you was them; it was a high that was very hard to come down from.

But it was hard, even for me, to believe that my life could change so drastically over the course of just a little over a twenty-four hour period.

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Date: April 29, 2016 04:46PM

It was Friday night and yet again Jake and I found ourselves in the club, Eclipsed Moon. It was the hottest club in Port Angeles. It was gender and orientation friendly, it didn't matter if you were straight, gay or played for both teams, you were accepted. Jake was dating the owner of the sex shop next door, Nyla for a year. So when her best friend opened the club a few months back, Jake was invited to the opening and he asked me to come along.

That was where I first really saw him, the bronze-haired god of my dreams, Edward. He had often been into the mechanic shop that Jake owned in Forks. I worked there in the office, keeping the books and working on the cars when they needed an extra hand. Jake was the only one he trusted with his baby, his Volvo c70 T5 convertible. But what was he doing in the club? When I asked Jake what Edward was doing here, here told me that he owned Eclipsed Moon...Damn.

He was a little over six feet, maybe just an inch shorter than I was, with emerald green eyes that you wanted to get lost in for days. He was trim, but not thin; it looked like he had the body of a runner or swimmer. Nothing like my stocky frame; I looked like your average college wrestler, which was how I paid for my Accounting degree. I managed a full athletic scholarship to the University of Washington, though I could have gotten an academic one as well.

I was sitting at the bar as I usually did, nursing my beer and watching Edward. He moved around the club chatting with everyone, and making sure they were having a good time.

"Why don't you just talk to him?" I heard from over my shoulder. I turned around to see who had spoken to me and saw the bartender leaning over the bar towards me.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked him.

"Yep. I see you watch him every week, and every week you sit there and do nothing about it," the burly bartender told me.

"I'm not really that forward and his best friend is dating mine, so it would be weird if I approached him and got shot down. Besides, I don't even know if he knows I even exist or is even bats for my team, so I think I'm okay here. Thanks, though."

"Okay, but you never know unless you step up to the plate." With that, he left to take care of customers at the other end of the bar and I resumed my eye fucking of one Edward Cullen.

An hour later, Jake pulled me from my stupor and dragged me back to Forks to catch some sleep. The shop was closed tomorrow, but I was going in to finish the May books and then we were headed back to the club for Edward's birthday party. Nyla had invited me to go along with Jake a few weeks ago and being the sick masochist that I was, I said sure.

****

I was just finishing the last of the books when the door to the shop opened and I heard a voice out front.

"Hello. Anyone here?" the voice called back.

"Be right there," I yelled. I closed up the books, walked out to the front of the shop, and my breath hitched as I was confronted with the sight of bronze locks and emerald eyes. Shit, what was Edward doing here?

"Hi, Edward. What can I do for you?" I asked him as I reached the front counter and placed my hands on it to steady them.

"I need an oil change on my Volvo. Jake said to bring it over. Is he here?"

"No, we are actually closed today. I just came in to take care of the books."

"I'll just come back another time then." Edward started to turn to leave.

"No, don't worry about it. Give me a minute to get into work clothes and I'll get that oil change done for you." I was dressed in black khakis and a chocolate button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. I had gotten dressed planning on going straight to the club from the shop. Everything hugged my frame, showing off my body to perfection. I was dressed to impress tonight.

"But you're the accountant, right?"

"Yes, but I'm also the only other person in this shop Jake trusts to touch your baby; which is why he told you to come over today." I walked out back to get changed and wondered what Jake was up to.

EPOV

He was here again, my caramel-skinned god, Quil. He came in every week and sat at the bar and drank a couple of beers and watched the crowd. His friend Jake was dating my best friend, Nyla, so when I opened the club, Eclipsed Moon, Jake brought Quil with him. He entranced me. He was slightly taller than me, not overly muscled, and had dark chocolate eyes. I had never gotten the nerve to talk to him here or at the shop where he worked with Jake. I took my Volvo to Jake's shop in Forks for repairs and Quil did the books there. Whenever I got close to him I felt like a fifteen-year-old virgin, but then again I am a twenty-five year old virgin.

It wasn't like I hadn't had the opportunities; it was just that I was waiting for the right person. You know the one person you look at and your heart slams in your chest, your breath catches and you want to melt into. Well, that person for me was Quil - now if I could just do something about it.

Jake's voice broke me out of my trance as I heard him say, "You should just talk to him, man."

"Leave him alone, Jake," Nyla countered.

"It's okay, Nyla. I'd be too embarrassed to be shot down, Jake. I'm no good with the club scene." They both laughed at me. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, fuckers. I'm going to circulate. Oh, before I forget. I need to bring the Volvo in for an oil change. When is good, Jake?"

"Bring it by tomorrow before the party," Jake said and Nyla looked like she wanted to say something too, but Jake just shushed her.

"Okay, I'll do that," I left them to mingle among the various club goers and to surreptitiously watch the object of my obsession until he left for the night with Jake and Nyla an hour or so later.

****

I pulled into the shop's lot mid afternoon and wondered where all the cars were; usually this place was packed on a Saturday. Even Jake's truck is missing. Maybe he parked out back, I thought. I parked my car, turned it off and walked to the front door. It was unlocked so someone was obviously here. I called out to see if anyone was in and got a response from the back. I was looking at the counter when I heard someone catch their breath and looked up to meet the chocolate stare of Quil. Well, fuck me.

"Hi, Edward. What can I do for you?" He asked me as he came to the counter just a mere arms length from me. Shit he knows my name. Idiot, of course he does. He works here. Focus.

I told him I needed an oil change on the Volvo and that Jake told me to bring it in. Quil told me that the shop was closed for the day and he was only in to do the books. I said I would just come back another time and as I turned to leave he told me he would take care of it. He just needed to change into some work clothes. I asked him if he was the accountant and he said he was but that he was also the only one Jake trusted besides himself with my car, and that was why Jake told me to bring it by. With that he turned to leave.

As he walked away I noticed what he was wearing. He was in a pair of tight fitted black khakis that cupped his ass perfectly as he walked away from me. Damn, I should have paid more attention when he was facing me. His chocolate brown button down fit his sculpted torso perfectly and stretched over his body as he moved. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms that I wished to have grip me tight. Shit I needed to get myself under control.

When he walked back around front he was wearing the standard "black"work coveralls and it was my turn to catch my breath. He was just as stunning in blue collar as white. Well, at least I had new fantasy material.

"If you just give me the keys, I can get you set and done in forty-five minutes," he said breaking me out of my ogling.

"Um... yeah... here you go," I stuttered. He just smirked at me, smirked.

"You can wait in Jake's office if you'd like." He walked off and out the front door and I wandered into Jake's office Like Quil suggested.

Forty-five minutes later Quil poked his gorgeous head into Jake's office and told me, "Your baby's all set."

He was wiping the sweat from the back of his neck, under his collar and around to the front of his coveralls, which he had unbuttoned a couple of buttons, to reveal a small expanse of his chest - I wanted to lick it.

We walked up to the front counter, he slid the standard paperwork over for me to sign and I noticed there was no charge for the service.

"There is something wrong on the paperwork," I told him.

"No, it's all there. Oil, filters, I checked all the fluids. You're all set."

"You forgot to charge me."

"Think of it as a birthday present."

"How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked surprised.

"Nyla invited me to the party tonight at the club. I think she figured that her best friend and Jake's should actually meet at some point. I'm Quil Ateara, by the way."

He reached his hand across the counter toward me, I took it in mine and was jolted by a surge of electricity that sparked the instant our hands touched. My eyes went wide. I looked up at him and noticed he was looking at me with confused eyes as well. Did he feel it too? We broke apart and I signed the paperwork in front of me.

"Here are your keys and your copy of the paperwork. So I guess I'll see you tonight then?" Quil asked me.

"Yeah, I guess you will. I'll see you later." I picked up my keys and walked out as calmly as I could knowing that I would be seeing Quil in just a few short hours.

****

It was ten o'clock and the club was pretty packed. We had decided not to close for my birthday bash, as we weren't inviting all that many people, and opted to just close off the VIP area instead. Everyone was sitting around drinking and mingling with the exception of Quil. Where was he? He said he was going to be here. I fidgeted around, wandered over to the railing, to look over to dance floor, to the bar, and the front door, to see if he was in the club yet. God, I feel like a teenage girl.

"What's the matter Ed?" Jake asked me. "You looking for someone?" He was smiling coyly at me, the fucker.

"Nope, just checking the crowd out," I replied smoothly. Then my breath caught as Quil finally walked in the door and was headed up the stairs toward us. I heard laughing from behind me, apparently Jake and Nyla had heard my intake of breath.

"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late. Happy Birthday, again, Edward." Quil said as he reached the top of the stairs.

"Thank you, Quil." I replied softly, blushing slightly.

"Hey, Quil." Jake answered back. "What is this, again?" he asked grinning.

"Don't mess with me, fucker." Quil quipped back and let it drop.

Everyone went back drinking and talking, just having a great time. I had made sure everyone had their favorite drinks stocked upstairs so we wouldn't need to leave, except to dance if we chose to. Every now and again I felt like I was being watched and would glance over to catch Quil quickly avert his gaze from me. Could he be watching me as often as I was watching him? I had dressed for the evening with him in mind, wearing snug, dark wash, button-fly jeans, and a deep emerald green, lightweight v-neck sweater, over a black tank. Everything showed off my body to a tee, every flex and ripple of muscle. The only downside would be keeping my desire for him under control; there would be no hiding it in this outfit.

I stood, walked to the railing in front of Quil, and leaned over it, knowing it would cause my ass to be put on display. Did I just hear a groan? I shook my head. I saw Emmett, my brother, who bartends for me Fridays and Saturdays, wave me down, so I excused myself. I walked over to the bar and circled around to the inside to see what my brother needed.

"What's up, Em?"

"We need to do a lock up."

"Already?"

"What can I say, I'm good?"

"Alright." We opened the safe under the bar, which takes two people and emptied out the till and closed back up the safe.

"How are things going up there?"

"Good, good. You should join us when Tyler gets back."

"I think I will. Hey, they finally got him on the floor." Em laughed looking out at the floor.

"What? Who?" I asked looking at the floor.

"Jake and Nyla's friend. The one who always sits at the bar."

"You mean Quil?"

"That his name? I never asked. He sits here every Friday and never dances."

"Never? He is good, though." I said a bit airy. He was dancing with Jake and Nyla; they had her in between and were moving and grinding with each other, like they were one person.

"You should grow a set, go out there and go get him before the vultures in here start circling."

"I don't know what you mean. What makes you think I'm interested?"

"Ed, I've known you for your whole life. Your eyes haven't left him since I pointed him out."

"Shit. But, what if he doesn't want me?"

"Let me let you in on a little secret. People tell bartenders things they normally wouldn't share with the general public. Like I said, he sits at the bar every Friday night and doesn't dance. He people watches, or should I say person watches."

"Are you serious?"

"Would I shit you about this on you birthday of all days. Any other day, maybe? But not your birthday, man. Now go get him." And with that he pushed me out from behind the bar and out towards the floor and maybe my fate.

As I walked to the floor letting the music flow through me I tried to will away the thought that maybe, just maybe, Quil may want me too. I approached where they were dancing and the song changed to "Rock Da' Boat" by Aaliyah. Then I summoned all the courage I had, leaned into Quil's back and said, "Nice moves."

He gave a bit of a start, leaned back into me and replied, "Thank you." I swayed my hips with his, letting the beat of the music guide my movements. He pulled back from Nyla and Jake, so that he and I were dancing separate from them, his back still to me. I then did something out of character for me; I made a dominant move, grabbed his waist and spun him around to face me. I needed to see his eyes, needed to see if there was more to this than just a dance. The look that met mine was one of pure need and something more; I couldn't quite put my finger on. I immediately looked down, only glancing up at him occasionally from under my eyelashes. I saw a smile on his face every time I did.

As the chorus to the song played, he took my hands from his waist and placed them around his neck. He then took his own, encircled my waist and drew me up close. We were now connected from chest to thigh, there was no hiding from him what he did to me physically, and I was as hard as a rock and apparently so was he. Well, fuck me sideways, please. He worked one of his legs between mine and slowly began moving his hips in a tortuous rhythm. His hands on my hips forced mine to move with him, causing our cocks to rub against each other in a delicious fashion. I had to stifle a moan, but given our close proximity, he heard me and smiled brighter. That smile caused delicious things to happen in the pit of my stomach.

His hands were now moving in slow circles over my lower back, down to cup my ass and pull me even closer, "Gah, Quil."

"Yes, Edward?"

I looked up at him, the inch difference in our heights, "Want to head back to my office? I think we need to talk."

"Let's go."

And I pulled him off the floor, as I heard Jake and Nyla behind us yell, "About fucking time." I flipped them off and kept up my pace toward to door that held the special rooms and my office.

As we walked down the hall, I heard Quil behind me, "So this is where these rooms are."

I stopped walking to look at him, "You know about these?"

"Everyone in the lifestyle does, Edward."

"You..." I stuttered.

"Yes, Edward. But it has been a while, over a year since my last relationship. I don't do casual flings, so I need to know what you are thinking, what you are feeling."

"I like you, but I have never been in a relationship before. I have dated but that is it, people find out what I do for a living and assume a lot. I am not one for casual things either."

"Good, because I don't think one night with you would be enough." And he leaned into me bringing one of his large hands up to my face. He cupped my cheek, tilting my head up slightly and drew me into him. My eyes met his, emerald to chocolate, and as our lips met as soft sigh escaped my lips. His lips were soft and demanding, they moved slowly over mine, nipping lightly. He pulled away and looked at me, "Shall we continue down to your office?"

Dazed, I just nodded, took his hand again and walked down the hall. When we got to the end, I unlocked the door and we entered my office, locking the door behind us. The second the lock was clicked into place, I found myself flush against it, Quil's hard body pressed against mine, his hard length straining against my jean-covered ass.

I felt his breath against my ear, "Do you want me, Edward?"

"God, Quil...Yes...but..." I let out on a shaky breath, ducking my head a bit, embarrassed.

He turned me around to look at him, when I wouldn't look up at him, he placed two fingers under my chin to lift my eyes to his, "What is it, Edward? You can tell me anything."

"This is a bit embarrassing, but I have never done anything beyond kissing anyone. That was what I meant when I said people assumed a lot. Especially with the club I own. It never felt right to just do it to get it over with, you know. I want it to be right." When I was done, I could feel myself blushing furiously, but he wouldn't let me look away.

"Edward, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. We won't do anything you aren't ready for. But I would like to make you feel good. Will you let me do that? I will stop whenever you feel it is too much. And I want you to know right now, that I don't expect anything in return. Do you understand? Will you let me make you feel good?"

I nodded my head, my eyes never leaving his. He pulled me into his arms and claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. His soft lips nipped at mine and I felt his tongue slide along my lower lip seeking entry. I opened my mouth to grant him access, as my tongue reached out to meet his. Our tongues stroked and slid along each other, as his hands roamed along my back, down past my waist to cup my ass and pull me into him as we began to grind together.

My hands were on his arms trying to steady myself, I was shaking from the force of the feeling going through me, and I was in awe by my feelings for this man in my arms. I ran my hands up his strong arms to his neck and I buried my hands in the short hair at the base of his neck, trying to pull him closer. I groaned into his mouth as his cock brushed along mine. His hands stroked up my back, under my sweater and tank, his skin touching mine and I shivered at the contact of his hot skin on mine. He broke off the kiss as he pulled the sweater and tank from my body and I shivered as the cool office air hit me.

"Beautiful," he commented, as his eyes raked over my torso and took me in.

I pulled him backwards until we were at the couch. I sat down and pulled him down with me. He was kneeling before me as he reached out, placed a hand to my chest and traced a path over me, following his hands with his lips. My hands snaked into his hair and I pulled slightly, groaning as his lips wrapped around my right nipple, his tongue flicking over the turgid peak as his fingers plucked at the left. His fingers moved further down my abdomen tracing over the ridges of my muscles, his tongue dipping into each crevice leaving a moist trail that cooled in the air. When he reached my navel his tongue circled and swirled in, teased me until I was moving my hips towards his mouth. . I had never felt anything like this before and knowing that Quil wanted to do this for me was mind-blowing.

He placed his hands on my hips to still my movements, his thumbs in the V of muscle leading down to my pelvis; he was slowly stroking the skin there. Very slowly he began to kiss the dip of muscle there as well. He started on the left and moved to the right, then alternated using his tongue, licking the indent in long strokes from bottom to top, I nearly came right then. The sight of him between my legs was not something I was going to forget anytime soon.

"Quil...gah...god...ohhh..."

"Do you like that Edward? May I try something more?" He asked me from under his dark lashes and I was hard pressed to deny him much of anything at this point it felt too good. I just nodded. "You just tell me if it is too much, okay?" He reminded me and I nodded again. "Good boy." Damn. Is he a Dom? My inner Sub was bowing.

His fingers traveled lower to my waist and the buttons on my jeans, his eyes never left mine. He undid the first button and gauged my reaction by watching my face, when he didn't see any change he continued and undid the rest of them, and parted the material. Imagine the surprise when he realized I had gone commando this evening. He let out a breath that fanned over my heated flesh that sent a shiver of excitement through me.Quil raised an eyebrow at me when he discovered my lack of clothing. I just shrugged.

He slid his hands into my jeans, around to the back, in a silent plea to me to lift my hips so he could slide them down. Once they had moved out of the way, I was suddenly a bit embarrassed and tried to cover myself with my hands, but he took my hands in his and linked our fingers.

"Do you need me to stop, Edward?" Quil asked, genuine concern in his voice, as he stared into my eyes

"No one has ever seen me this way. It is just a bit disconcerting. And then you are still completely dressed, too." I felt like I was red head to toe now.

"Do you want to even the field a bit? Only as far as you are comfortable," he queried. Quil was asking me to undress him. Hot damn. Dreams do come true. But can I do it and how far can I? I nodded unable to form the words. My hands started to shake with nerves.

He knelt up and took our joined hands and placed them to his shoulders and dropped his, leaving mine behind. His hands resumed the stroking of my body, this time my thighs; they worked in slow circles from my knees up toward my pelvis and back down, never reaching my center. As he stroked, my fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt, shaking, as each button was undone, revealing inch upon inch of caramel flesh. Too soon it seemed all of the buttons were undone and his sculpted chest was revealed to me. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, down his strong arms and off of him. He was even more gorgeous that I had imagined.

"Gorgeous." The words left my lips on a sigh.

As I leaned into him I took the opportunity to nip at the spot where his neck joined to his shoulder, this move earned me a growl from Quil's chest that was more erotic than anything I had ever heard before. Unfortunately for me, he was on the up travel in his stroking and decided a bit of payback was in order and took my cock in his hand, causing me to shudder in absolute pleasure. I had masturbated - what male hadn't - but I had never had someone else's hand on me, the sensation was otherworldly. I fell back against the couch with a groan.

"God...Quil..."

"That's just the beginning, Edward"

Shit. If that is the beginning of what he has planned I'm done for. I'm going to look like a green boy.

His large hand gripped my cock firmly and slowly he stroked upwards, his thumb swiping over the tip gently, causing me to shudder before he brought his hand back down to the base. He continued to stroke my hard length, up and down, flicking his wrist when he came to the tip, until my hips were rising off the couch and I was mumbling incoherently.

"Oh...unngh...gods...Quil..." Then he stopped and I looked down at him.

"You still doing okay?"

"Yes. Why did you stop?" I asked.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay before I did this..." And he bent his head to my cock and licked it from the base to the tip. I threw my head back into the couch and let out a guttural cry of pleasure that I swear came from my toes.

"Still okay"

"Y...yes...Do that again? Please..." I was begging now.

"My pleasure..." Quil grinned up at me; his eyes alight with lust and happiness.

His head dipped again to lick the head of my erection, gathering the bit of fluid that had accumulated there and he hummed in pleasure. His mouth opened further and engulfed the tip of me entirely; it was like being thrust into a warm, wet, pleasant oven. Quil's tongue circled around the head of my penis, teasing the underside, causing me to groan and buck my hips up into him. His arm came down across my hips to keep me steady as his mouth descended further down my shaft until I felt myself hit the back of his throat. What he couldn't get in his mouth he took into the hand that was holding my hips down.

I watched him through half-lidded eyes as he bobbed up and down on my hard cock, periodically pulling almost completely off to tease my tip with his tongue, sliding it into this slit at the tip, only to slam me back down to the back of his throat again. I was going crazy from the sensations, when he would hold me deep in his mouth he would convulse his throat, like he was swallowing, tightening the muscles around me. How I survived past the first time was beyond me.

While he was pleasuring me beyond measure with his mouth, I felt his free hand move to cup and caress my balls. He was rolling them around in his large hands while stroking up and down my shaft with his talented mouth. Then I felt a pressure move just behind my sac and start rubbing up and in while still massaging my balls, it felt good combining with the other sensations.

He started to move faster on my cock, sucking deeper, faster, and rubbing at that spot behind by balls harder. I started to feel a pressure build up in my stomach, I knew that feeling, my hips stated to writhe more into his arm, but it held firm. The pressure was building faster, hotter and I could feel it getting closer.

"Quil...I'm going...to..." I tried to warn him, to get him to move. He just kept stroking, sucking, rubbing.

"Quil...going to...gah...OHHH!!...Quil!!!!" And my back arched off of the couch as I came harder than I think I have ever come before shooting down the back of Quil's throat, as he swallowed everything I gave him.

When I had finished he sat back, looked around my office quickly noting the sink, stood and walked to it. I was confused until I saw him grab a towel, wet it down and take a dry one as well. He brought them over and cleaned me off gently, then dried me.

He pulled my jeans up to my knees, "Stand, please." He said and I obeyed. He placed my jeans back in their place, buttoned them back up and then turned us so he could sit on the couch and pulled me down with him so I was sitting next to him. He turned to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me.

"Thank you for allowing me that honor."

"I should be thanking you. That was amazing. But what about you?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I told you that I expected nothing in return and I meant it. I also meant it when I said I don't do casual flings, so we will have plenty of time to explore, later. But for now come here." He said as he lay back on the couch and pulled me half on top of him. It was a bit of an awkward position considering how big he was but I was never more content to be awkward in my life.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: pay for gay ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:47PM

Unrequited love hurts.





Unrequited lust… well, now that’s just too much.
Especially when you’re a werewolf who has pined for someone for so long that it
has a special effect on you. You go into heat… You’ve heard of heat,
right? The thing that happens to female dogs that drives the male dogs crazy?
Well, unfortunately that’s happening to me, minus the bleeding. My body aches
for sex and apparently it’s giving off some scent that is driving everyone,
male and female, crazy. The only problem with this whole heat thing is, I’m a
man. This isn’t supposed to happen to males, right? Damn it…





Why me?





************************











Boom! Boom! Boom!





My head was caving in, I was sure of it. I rubbed my eyes
blearily, trying to chase away the last bits of sleep still clinging to my body
as my breathing evened out from yet another wet dream. Three guesses on
whom it was about.





I’ll give you a hint: she’s beautiful, smart, and absolutely
perfect for me. Now if only she wasn’t in love with that bloodsucking
leech…





Boom! Boom! Boom!





“Jacob!” a voice called through my door. My head wasn’t
caving in after all.





“Go away, Embry!” I yelled back, burrowing farther
under the big blue quilt on my bed that Emily had made for me. I wasn’t tired
anymore or anything. I was just trying my best to hide my scent from Embry. I
swear, if that guy tried to mount me one more time…





Boom! Boom! Boom!





“C’mon, Jake! I’ve got a clothespin on my nose! I can’t
smell anything!” He was whining now, something he rarely ever does. Either he
was lying, or something had happened. I groaned as I pulled myself out of bed.
I was dressed in an old pair of boxer shorts and, clothespin or not, I was not
going to take any chances. I pulled on a sweatshirt and jeans before finally
opening the door. Embry did indeed have a clothespin on his nose. If it weren’t
so necessary, I would’ve laughed.





“Yes, Embry?” I said, doing my best to ignore the way his eyes
clouded over slightly. I stepped back, just incase he tried to jump me, and
waited for him to speak.





“Er…” he seemed to be having trouble thinking clearly, so I
took another step back.





“What?” I snapped, growing impatient. He shook his
head as if to clear it and met my eyes.





“We want you to come running with us tonight,” he said,
doing his best to sound casual. It would’ve worked had his voice not been three
octaves higher than usual.





“No,” I replied simply and slammed the door in his face. If
he thought I was going to try phasing with them again, he was out of his mind.
The last time I’d done that was three nights ago and I can still remember the
fear I’d felt being chased by three overly horny werewolves who were intent on
mounting me, with or without my consent. Quil, Embry, and Seth had apologized
(repeatedly) through my locked door afterward, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
I’d been lucky, though. If Sam had been with us… I shuddered to think what
would’ve happened.





“Jake, please,” he begged, attempting to open my door. I was
too fast for him and I leaned against it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to
compete against me where strength was concerned. He knew this, too, and I could
hear the defeat in his voice as he begged again.





“Jake, we won’t do it again! Besides, Sam thinks that if you
just run downwind of us, it won’t be too much of a problem.”





I snorted and shook my head. My previous narrow escape was
still fresh in my head and I wasn’t going to let it happen again. I wasn’t
running with the pack anymore, not until this heat thing passed.





“The answer is no, Embry,” I growled, locking the door before
falling into bed again. He hovered by my door for a few more minutes, trying to
think of another way to get me to go out. Finally, he left and I felt the
tension leave my body. I swore loudly, wanting so badly to punch something or
phase, but knowing I couldn’t. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand
being locked up in my room. I was going crazy and the wolf in me ached to run
free through the forest.





I sighed and opened my window. The moon was shining bright
in the sky and I felt the pull of the wolf growing stronger in me. I wouldn’t
be able to hold it back much longer. It was like a separate entity sometimes;
something that almost controlled me. If it wanted freedom badly enough, I would
undoubtedly give in.





My eyes scanned the night, looking for Embry or anyone else
for that matter. Everyone was dangerous for me these days. I smiled slightly
at that fact and wondered for the umpteenth time what sort of effect I would
have on Bella. What I would give to see the look on that leech's face as Bella
threw herself at me in a fit of lust… That would definitely be a Kodak moment.





The yard was empty and my smile widened. I probably wouldn’t
get a chance like this again, so I pushed out the window screen and climbed
out. I crouched low to the ground, my wolf instinct taking over as I once again
surveyed my surroundings. The trees swayed in the night breeze, and I could hear
animals rustling about in the woods. This was all the confirmation I needed. I
quickly ran for the woods, stripping off my clothing as I went. My body
trembled as the wolf began to surface. By the time I reached the trees I was
fully naked. I felt the familiar tearing and reforming of bones and muscle as I
phased into wolf form. The change always hurt the worst the first time, and I
remembered the animalistic howl I’d let out as the pain had overwhelmed me
then. Now there was only a slight stinging as my body looked forward to the change.
I paused for a moment, fully in wolf form, and reveled in the feeling. My mind
was wonderfully void of any thoughts, mine or others, and I howled lowly and
happily. I broke into a full out run, jumping over fallen trees and chasing
after forest mice. I probably looked like one of those dogs in those cheesy dog
food commercials, only much larger.





I was already miles from my house and I’d only been running
for a short while. I loved the speed and power of being in this form, as well
as the feel of the woods around me. It was as though the forest came to life
inside of me, overshadowing any other human emotions, and allowing me to feel
free. The only other thing that made me feel this way was in fact not a thing, but
a person by the name of Bella. If I were human, I might have stopped then to
wallow in self-pity. But as a wolf I could push those thoughts aside and enjoy
the feel of the night.





I finally came to a stop at a creek that ran through the
woods. My body felt overheated, more so from my current predicament than from
my run, so I phased back into human form and waded into the shallow water. I
sighed contentedly as the cold running water began to cool my body and I waded
further up, feeling the water rise until I was waist deep. I submerged myself completely,
listening to the hum of the water moving around me and stayed down till I could
no longer hold my breath. I surfaced, gasping for air and rubbing the
blurriness from my eyes. When my focus cleared, I saw Sam leaning against a
tree and watching me. My stomach dropped and I froze, realizing for the first
time just how completely naked I was. His gaze held mine and I tried
desperately to read his thoughts. If only we were in wolf form. Then I
would know just how screwed I was.





“’Lo, Sam,” I said, trying to seem as nonchalant as a nude
person standing in the middle of a creek can seem. He merely nodded his head,
taking a step closer to me. I took a step back and immediately slipped on a
smooth stone at the bottom of the creek. I lost my balance and went under
again, flailing about as my lungs filled with water. I finally calmed myself
enough to get my bearings again and resurfaced. Can you imagine a six foot five
man nearly drowning in a shallow creek? Add nudity to the mix, and you might
also be able to imagine how embarrassed I felt. Swallowing my pride, I raised
my gaze to where Sam had been standing and found that he was nowhere in sight.
I was about to thank the stars for this blessing when I felt a hand come down
on my shoulder.





Shit…






“Hello, Jake,” he said from behind me, his voice low and
husky. I tensed as his hand moved down my chest, his nails raking lightly
across my skin.





“Uh, Sam…” I whispered, unable to complete the thought. Sam
had just pressed his body, his nude body, against me, his erection
bumping against the small of my back. I forgot to breathe as his tongue snaked
out to lick along my earlobe, eliciting a strangled moan from me.





“You smell so good, Jake,” he whispered, his lips
brushing my ear. “It’s driving me mad.” The feel of Sam’s hands digging into my
hips was driving me mad, and I shifted forward attempting to get out of
his grip. He was too fast for me, though, and before I could fully comprehend
what was happening, he’d turned me to face him and his mouth was moving against
mine. I tried to protest, but all that did was leave my mouth wide open for
Sam’s invading tongue. His hand fisted into my hair, securely locking my head
in place so that I couldn’t break the kiss. The unfortunate part of this is that
I no longer wanted to. My heat was running its course and the press of
Sam’s body against mine was intoxicating. I groaned as his thigh brushed
against my erection and kissed him back passionately. He was a good kisser, to
be honest, his tongue moving in all the right ways against mine. The way he
pulled me against him, so hungry and fierce, made me forget about the fact that
I wasn’t gay, and that this was Sam, for pete’s sake, whom I was
kissing.





“Fuck,” I hissed as his erection bumped against mine.
He moved his mouth down to suck on my neck and lowered his hip to grind his
cock against mine. I moaned and pulled him closer, moving my hips in synch with
his. Fuck what I thought about feeling free. This was so much better.





His hand moved down between our bodies to wrap around both
of our dicks and he began to pump them skillfully. I wondered briefly why he
was so good at this, before all thoughts were chased out of my mind as his
mouth found mine again. We kissed eagerly as he continued to jack us both off.
His other finger snaked down to grab my ass before delving deeper, deeper
till it was inside of me and I lost it. I threw my head back, crying out
as my climax ripped through me. He followed suit, his mouth opening up in a
silent cry, as he came hard with me. We slumped against each other,
gasping for air and using the other’s weight to keep us standing, or else we both
might have drowned in that creek.





“That was…” I gasped, trying my best to form words or for
that matter, a coherent thought. My mind was so boggled from all that had just
happened that I could barely make sense of things. “That was…” I tried again,
but once more words failed me.





“Not over,” Sam answered in a voice so low and hungry
it sent chills down my spine. I shivered visibly when the words finally clicked
in my head and I realized what he’d said. I pulled back so that I could look
him in the eyes to see if he was joking or not.





Nope. He was dead serious.





“Gonna… fuck you,” he said panting with what I’d thought to
be exertion, but was actually lust. Damn this heat!





“Uhhh, Sam,” I said, taking a step back and breaking free of
his arms. He continued to stare at me, his eyes dark and clouded over. I
regretted what I was about to do, more than I’d probably regret what we’d just
done, but my choices here were very slim. I pulled back my arm and then punched
Sam with as much power as I could muster up. It worked. He fell back, stunned
more than hurt, and flailed around in the water. I took his momentary stupor to
my advantage and hurried out of the creek. As soon as I was on dry land I
phased and began to run full speed away. My mind remained blank for about
thirty yards and then Sam’s thoughts entered my head.





Gonna catch him… Need to fuck him… Smells so good…





Sam, cool, calm, and collected Sam was having these thoughts
about me. It made this whole night all the more bizarre and I changed direction
without thinking, doing my best to keep my head clear of thought. I couldn’t
let him know where I was going or he might stop me before I got there. I ran in
zigzags almost, doing my best to appear chaotic in my movements and hoping that
his head was so fogged up with lust he wouldn’t notice where we were headed.
Finally, I reached the border that separated our land from the Cullen’s. I glanced
quickly behind me and saw Sam falter as he realized where we were going. I knew
I was taking a risk, but I figured I’d rather deal with those leeches than be
raped by the head of my pack.





I crossed over the invisible border and kept going, glancing
behind me again to see that Sam had indeed stopped, and only stared at me
longingly as I continued to run. I howled victoriously, going further and
further away from La Push and Sam into enemy territory. Sam’s thoughts
continued to echo in my head, vulgar and insistent. I couldn’t ignore them, so
when I was sure I was a safe distance away, I phased back and continued to run
in my human form. I turned my head to glance behind me, making sure no one was
there, when the smell hit me almost as hard as I hit him.





I fell back onto the ground, struggling to make sense of
things, only to feel a cold hand press against my chest and pin me down. I
looked up into the eyes of none other than Edward Cullen and, despite being in
human form, growled.





He continued to stare at me warily, keeping me pinned to the ground. I figured he was probably reading my thoughts, which were tangled
between being worried about where Sam was and being pissed off that Edward was
touching me. His gaze scanned the trees behind me, probably looking for Sam.
When he was satisfied that I was alone, he returned his attention to me.





“What are you doing here, Jacob?” he said lowly in what I
thought to be a warning tone. “And where are your clothes?” All the air in my
body left me as I realized I was indeed naked in front of Edward of all
people. Wait! Scratch that, I didn’t consider that bloodsucker human enough to
be called a person.





I took a deep breath and put enough venom into my tone as I
could muster.





“That’s none of your business, leech,” I said icily.
“Get your hands off of me!” I reached out to shove his hand away, but he’d
already drawn it back. I stood up, brushing grass and twigs off of my body. He
continued to stare at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. He was
probably trying to figure out if I was here to cause him harm, and I rolled my
eyes. That leech really was conceited.





“Are you here to see Bella?” he asked, still staring at me
oddly. I shook my head, not bothering to answer him, although now that I was here
I decided it couldn’t hurt to pay her a visit. He nodded his head as this
thought occurred to me and I growled at him again. I really hated the fact that
he could see inside my head.





“Where is she?” I asked, staring around behind him. She was
usually not too far from wherever he was, like she was his shadow or something.
That fact pissed me off to no end. Why the hell did she need him so much? As I
searched around, I realized he hadn’t answered me. Panic overcame my senses and
I was about to demand to know where she was when he said, in a tone I’d never
heard from him before, “You smell… different, Jake. Rather good in
fact.”





My insides turned to ice as I finally placed the expression
on his face. Lust. So my heat worked on bloodsuckers, too, huh? Great.





“Tell Bella I said hi,” I said before turning around and
walking away from him as fast as I could. I didn’t get far. I nearly ran into
him as he materialized in front of me. Damn him and his supernatural speed.





“Jacob,” he began, his voice low as he stepped closer to me.
My breath came out in short gasps as I began to comprehend what was happening,
what was going to happen. Maybe I had been better off with Sam…





Edward’s hand came up to cup my face and my eyes stared into
his. They were the oddest color of brown I’d ever seen, golden almost. It meant
he’d been around sucking the life out of animals somewhere, a fact which
would’ve disgusted me had he not been staring at me so intently.





“Why do you smell so good?” he asked. I figured he
didn’t really care what the answer to that question was, because he pressed his lips against mine before I could even began to form a response. I tried to
move away or push him off, but he was much stronger than I was, and he wrapped
his arm around me holding me in place. He brushed himself against me, and like
Sam I could feel Edward’s erection pressing into my side. I opened my mouth to
shout or scream or something, but then his tongue was in my mouth (you’d
think I’d already have learned my lesson with Sam) tasting so sweet and the
heat inside of me was building.





I hated this. Edward was my enemy, and yet this thing
inside of me wanted him, just like I’d wanted Sam. After tonight, I was going
to lock myself in my room permanently. His tongue stroked against mine
and all resolve left my thoughts as my tongue responded happily. His kissing
was different than Sam’s had been… gentler, albeit cold. The odd thing was the
cool feel of his skin didn’t make me cringe away like it should’ve. Instead my
body pressed closer to his, as though drawn to that cold, hard skin. I wondered
how the rest of him would feel against me, and, having read my mind, Edward
peeled out of his expensive clothing and stood naked in front of me.





Despite all the hatred I normally felt for this boy, I
couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. An inhuman, bloodsucking leech, yes,
but beautiful. He eyed me, too, the effect of my being in heat making him stare
at me in want rather than in mutual disgust. Our eyes met and we came together
again, his arms wrapping around my waist while mine tangled in his hair. My
mouth came down to his, his tongue lapping against my lips before I opened my
mouth to him and deepened the kiss. He moaned into my mouth, which sent a
tingle through my body, and I felt encouraged. He was more submissive than Sam,
and it felt good to have the upper hand. My hand traveled down the length of
his body and although somewhere in the back of my head the words You’re
kissing a bloodsucking leech! Are you insane? echoed repeatedly, I continued
to touch him, undaunted.





His mouth wandered from my lips and down my neck. I tensed
slightly, remembering all the vampire movies I’d ever watched and how
vulnerable I was, and he laughed in response. He continued to kiss along my collarbone
and then down my chest. I hissed as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking
lightly and allowing his teeth to graze over it. His right hand tweaked my
other nipple and I cried out, thrusting my hips forward. He smiled against my
skin and continued to move his lips down my body. I realized idly that I’d lost
the upper hand in this situation. And then a wonderful thing happened.





I felt something, cold and silky and wet, run the length of
my shaft and I couldn’t give a fuck who was in charge. I looked down to
see Edward run his tongue along my cock once more, glancing up at me, before
sucking half of it into his mouth. I threw my head back and cried out, my hand
reaching down to fist in Edward’s hair as his head bobbed back and forth. I
began to rock my hips in rhythm with his mouth and soon we had a pace going. I
bit my lip as he took me in deeper, doing my best not to come as fast as I did
with Sam. That time, it had been pure heat, and lust and passion. This was…
different. There was something else here that I couldn’t quite name, and
currently didn’t care to.





There was a slight pop! as Edward pulled his mouth
away. I groaned in frustration until I felt his tongue lap at my balls. His
tongue went further and I lost sight of him. He was now lapping at the
sensitive pucker of my ass while his hands spread my cheeks apart. Sounds they
don’t have words for were pouring from my mouth amidst a stream of obscenities.
His tongue pushed past the tight pucker and plunged inside of me and my knees
gave out. Edward caught me with one hand and held me up, and for the first
time, I found myself grateful for his strength. He pressed his tongue deeper
inside of me, as though straining to reach something. It felt odd to have
something inside of me, and I figured the reason I wasn’t flipping out was
because I was in heat, nothing more than that. Honest.





His tongue pulled out of me and I cried out again, desperate
for release. My cock throbbed and twitched, impatient and ready. I was about to
ask, or possibly even beg, Edward to help when he suddenly let go of me. I fell
to the ground, landing hard on my hands and knees and grunted.





“Perfect,” I heard him say from behind me, and I was about
to turn around and punch him when I felt his cock press up against my pucker.
Comprehension dawned on me and I tried to scramble away, but Edward had my hips
in a death grip and I couldn’t move. In one fluid motion he thrust his hips
forward and the head of his shaft pushed inside of me. I don’t think I have
screamed as loud in my entire life as I did just then. I felt as though
something cold was tearing through me and I once again tried to scramble away.
He allowed me to move forward a bit, before pulling my hips back and completely
sheathing himself inside of me. I cried out, tears leaking from the corner of
my eyes, doing my best to stay up on my hands and knees. My body shook at this
invasion, which actually wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Edward paused, waiting for
me to stop squirming, running his hands up and down my body.





“Relax,” he said softly. I wanted to curse him, but all I
could manage was another deep growl. I stopped moving my body and took deep
breaths, and the pain in my rear end subsided a bit. Edward began to move
again, pulling back and pushing in slowly. I hissed, wanting him to stop and go
faster both at the same time. I was about to try to move away again when he
shifted slightly and brushed against something. I felt electricity shoot
through my body, sending pleasure to every nerve I had and causing me to push
back against him. He laughed and shifted so that he hit that spot again, before
pushing himself in further. His pace quickened and his thrusts became harder,
sending equal waves of pain and pleasure throughout my body. I was screaming
obscenities again as he thrust deeper and deeper, and I felt as though I were
submerging into something, although I didn’t know what it was.





Edward leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my cock,
tugging as he thrust forward again and then I was falling over the edge. My
vision went white as I came harder than I ever have before, arms and legs
finally giving out. Edward caught me before I could collapse, and he continued
to thrust into me, murmuring words so filthy, so non Edward-like, that my cock
twitched again at the sound. He finally came inside of me, crying out almost as
loudly as I had when he’d first entered me, and collapsing on top of me. We
both lay there, spent and panting heavily, too tired to care that it was us
and we’d just…





I finally rolled away from him, and he lay on the ground,
staring up at the sky. My stomach lurched as I thought about what had just
happened, and I moved further away from him. He turned to look at me, smiling
slightly. What the hell did I just do?





“You smelled good,” Edward said in response to my thoughts.
I glared at him, hating him for being so casual, almost as much as I hated the
fact that he’d topped. I felt anger flare up inside me and my skin began
to prickle as the wolf emerged. I phased and ran, far and fast away from
Edward, back toward La Push. I didn’t hear Sam or anyone else in my head and I
was thankful. I didn’t think I could deal with anyone else after this.





I didn’t stop running until I’d reached my house. I turned
back into my human form and climbed in through my open window. I sank onto my
bed, wrapping myself in my blue quilt and sighing heavily. Light from the
approaching dawn was streaming in through my window, but I curled up in bed
anyway. I didn’t feel like watching the sunrise. I felt like killing Edward.





I knew eventually that my pack would find out about this,
probably after my heat had passed and I began to trust people again. What an
awkward conversation that’ll be! I thought to myself before closing my eyes
and sinking into a (thankfully) dreamless sleep.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 04:57PM

My God

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: bubbyman ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:00PM

Remember the last time someone tried the wall of text and whitespace angle? It only took a day or two for Cary to delete the posts and ban their IP.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:08PM

are you saying we better hurry up and save it now?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: jhopkinsffxu ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:15PM

I think it is valid, people that are into listening to TMOS would likely be into Twlight

Talk about a way to get people to leave this thread...

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:20PM

jhopkinsffxu Wrote:
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> I think it is valid, people that are into
> listening to TMOS would likely be into Twlight
>
> Talk about a way to get people to leave this
> thread...


the math just doesn't add up

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:28PM

speaking of poor math, two shows after Mike admitted to gaining back 4 pounds twice Mike claims to have only gained back 2? If he got paid by the lie, he would still be rich and not have to crowd source Golf trips

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: April 29, 2016 05:36PM

Robb thinks DCRTV will post his obit?

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