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Poetry in Motion X Rated
Starring Jeff Hardy and Shane McMahon.
4 hours before the Smackdown taping, Jeff Hardy had received a memo in his dressing room to meet Shane McMahon in his office as soon as he arrived. Normally Jeff and Matt arrive separately, despite popular beliefs. So they were brothers, that doesn't mean they were attached at the hip. Jeff always found the assumptions of his always growing number of young female fans to be cute and sometimes funny. He looked around to see if anyone else had already arrived, but apparently no had besides from the higher ups -- namely the McMahons, Jim Ross, et al.
He tapped lightly on the door, he heard had thought he heard Shane talking to somebody.
"It's open." Shane's voice came muffled through the door.
Jeff shrugged, and walked in.
"It's alright, dear. I got to get to some things before tonight's show." Shane put a hand to cover the phone, and asked Jeff to sit down before going back to his conversation. "That's alright, Marissa. I love you too bye." Shane was all smiles as he hung up the phone. Despite having the reputation of not knowing as much about the business as Stephanie, Shane was still well liked and respected in the back. Jeff always thought he was kinda cute too.
"So, Jeff, I just got done talking to some of the trainers today." Shane smiled and offered Jeff some macadamia nuts from his desk. "And, you can guess what they told me." Shane sat the glass container back on his desks and had some himself.
"Well, you know, it's just the rush of the crowd." Jeff replied thick with his southern accent.
"I understand, you are forgetting that I have taken big bumps before. But the threat of you getting hurt is still there." Shane stood up and went to stand by a filing cabinet behind him. "I was looking through some of your previous matches, bumps, and doctor's reports."
Jeff had lost concentration on what Shane was saying. He had been taken into gazing at the older man's behind when he turned his back on him.
Shane was wearing his usual; a loose blue long sleeved silk dress shirt, and black slacks. The latter always seemed to hug his ample behind when he moved. Needless to say, Jeff Hardy enjoyed the sight -- and he enjoyed it a lot.
Jeff shook his head and came back to the real world. Shane was putting a tape in a vcr.
"I took a look at this one particular match of yours and couldn't miss the fact of how good you looked." Shane turned back to Jeff and smiled while the tv screen came to life. It showed clips of Jeff using the chair on both Triple H and Steve Austin right before giving Stephanie the Twist of Fate, over and over again.
Jeff didn't know what to think. Shane had been talking about being careful about the bumps that he takes when he walked in, now he was showing him clips of the highest point of his career.
"What I'm saying is, I think you have it in you to be a big star, Jeff. It depends on you on how big you become." There was something about how Shane emphasized the word 'big' that left Jeff with mixed reactions.
Shane walked to the door and placed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the knob before shutting it again -- this time making sure that the door was locked. Shane turned back at Jeff and smiled. This time it wasn't the same good natured smile that he had been flashing earlier. This time it was completely different. The smile sent Jeff's blood pumping in his veins.
"Jeff, I know you've been checking me out." Shane said nonchalantly, resting his butt on his desk to stand over the now blushing Jeff Hardy. "Now, like your career, I'm leaving it up to you to do something about it." Shane leaned over Jeff and said softly.
Blood raced through Jeff's body, and his pants weren't getting any looser. Without even thinking about his actions, Jeff leaned up and lustfully kissed Shane on the lips. His hands roamed all over Shane's larger frame, stopping only to cup, fondle, and squeeze certain areas that he had only fantasized touching up until this moment.
Jeff panted wildly, his trembling hands desperately trying to undo Shane's shirt.
"Whoa, there, cowboy. I didn't bring another dress shirt with me tonight." Shane laughed and kissed Jeff before gently pushing him back. "Here, let me help you." Shane proceeded to undress with one hand, while his other tugged on Jeff's tucked shirt.
Before long, Jeff and Shane stood facing each other with their shirts off. Shane reached over and placed a heavy hand over Jeff's growing bulge. Jeff wasn't wearing his Hardy Boy pants just yet, he was wearing one of his favorite skin tight animal print pants that always accentuated his features. At times like this, when he was extremely hard, there was definitely no hiding anything from the eyes of others. The pants had hugged Jeff's tight little behind as though they were painted on. Needless to say, the pants left little to the imagination. This only made Shane McMahon twice as hard, and a hundred times as horny.
"Now, show me how bad you really want that push, Jeff.
Show me what you would do to get ahead in this business." Shane put extra emphasis on his words. His hands gently massaging Jeff's sensitive bulge, squeezing and kneading Jeff's stiff cock through the velvety softness of the fabric of his pants. Oh, and Jeff never bothers with underwear when he wears this type of pants.
Jeff smiled and gracefully dropped to his knees. "Ah always wanted to give my boss head." Jeff looked up at Shane, licking his dry lips as he commenced to working on Shane's pants.
"Yeah, I hear you're a pretty good cock sucker in the back." Shane replied, running his fingers through Jeff's long purple hair. Taking time to rub the back of Jeff's head. "Show me how good you are and suck that cock."
Shane didn't need to tell Jeff twice. His fingers fumbled with the buckle to Shane's belt. Jeff's beathing became raspy in his anticipation and lust. Shane was right about what he said, Jeff had been a popular among the younger guys as a cock sucker. He never had any complaints.
After finally getting Shane's belt unbuckled, Jeff scooted closer, stopping from time to time to apply presure on Shane's growing circus tent in the front of his pants. Jeff was drooling by the time he got to unzip Shane's pants.
Shane's cock was hard as steel now in his boxers. Watching Jeff, the gorgeous 23 year old getting ready to suck him off made him so hard that he was afraid that he was either going to explode or break off all together. A low guttural sound escaped Shane's throat, he had to bite on his knuckle, otherwise he was going to scream.
Jeff worked Shane's pants down around his knees. Shane's boxers were soaked in the front from all the precum that had started to ooze out from his anticipation. Jeff licked his lips and planted a kiss on the bulge. This only made Shane harder. Jeff moved his fingers to the front of Shane's bulge, massaging and kneading the large and looming flesh underneath, that Shane didn't know if he could hold it any longer. But just as sudden as Jeff had fallen to his knees, Jeff yanked Shane's brushed silk boxers down to his knees and gasped. Jeff swallowed as Shane's thick dick popped out of his boxers. He was used to big cocks, Adam Copeland, and Andrew Martin had seen to that. Adam was impressive, Andrew was almost scary, but the size and thickness of Shane's cock bordered on terrifying. It was at least 8 inches of throbbing, veiny meat and still growing. It's thickness was of another world. Jeff swallowed again, he didn't know if he could really throat this thing without suffocating.
Jeff looked up at Shane and smiled. He had gone a little pale from the anticipation. Seeing the size of his young bosses cock had sent all his blonde from his head all the way down to his cock.
Shane grabbed his cock with one hand and started to direct it at Jeff to suck. It was so damned thick, Shane couldn't even wrap his fingers fully around it without tightening his grip. Jeff knew that it was time to find out how good he really was. Jeff watering mouth opened, letting out a small whimpering sound as his tongue lashed out to lick the dripping tip of Shane's giant cock.
The salty taste and the manly smell of Shane's cock and crotch, sent Jeff's mind reeling, now he really wanted to suck and fuck! Without warning, Jeff pushed Shane back against the wall and went to work on the gigantic shaft.
Jeff's movements were a blurr of motion. He had moved Shane's hand off of his cock. Letting out a whimpering, but hungry growl "mine" as he gripped it with his two hands. His hands pumped wildly at Shane's giant cock, his mouth dripped with saliva as he pressed his lips against the purple mushroom shaped helmet of Shane's cut cock. His lips opened to allow the large head entry into his hungry mouth, his tongue darting this way and that tasting every inch of the round helmet's flesh. Jeff was in heaven. He was a big fan of big cocks, he loved the soft velvety feel of the shaft. The sensitivity of them always sent him to euphoria knowing how much pleasure he had in his mouth. Jeff released the cock with his left hand to allow his right to stretch Shane's cock's skin back taught.
Above him, Shane was an animal of moans and groans. His wife never sucked his cock like this before. Infact, none of his old cocksuckers had ever sucked his cock like this before. Not Old Uncle Patt, Lillian, Trish, Terri, hell not even Christian sucked with this much gusto back in Toronto.
Jeff started to work the cock into his mouth, his throat spreading as wide as it could to try and give entry to this behemoth of cocks. Jeff's right hand pumped along like a piston, up and down, up and down. The saliva, sweat, and precum had lubricated the cock enough that everything was smooth sailing. Jeff leaned on Shane's thigh with his left hand as he tried to give himself leverage before throating the cock. Shane McMahon needed no more encouragement, he gripped the back of Jeff Hardy's head with both hands and drove his hips forward. Thrusting harder, and harder, his dick went deeper down Jeff Hardy's throat. He could feel the delicate welcoming wetness of Jeff's mouth and throat, he could feel the 20 plus muscles of Jeff Hardy's mouth working on his thick cock. He could feel Jeff Hardy's throat relax and constrict around his cock. Spit dripped from the edges of Jeff's mouth as he engulfed the delicious cock of his young boss. Tears rolled down from his eyes. Tears from almost gagging and choking on the giant cock.
Shane groaned, his vision became blurry with the ecstasy of Jeff Hardy's sucking mouth. Groan after groan, he thrusted in and out of Jeff mouth's at first gingerly, careful with Jeff Hardy's teeth pressed against his shaft. But the feel of the dull, almost sharp sensation of Jeff's teeth, along with his exploring tongue, and hungry throat, sent Shane's body into lusty convulsions. His balls slapped wet and loud against Jeff's chin until they found themselves in the delicate soft hands of Jeff Hardy.
Jeff rolled Shane's large heavy balls in his hands, while he was getting face fucked. He always had a taste for pain and roughness. Being face fucked by his good looking young boss was enough that Jeff really needed to get his own dick out, otherwise it was going to throb right through his pants. His right hand convulsed, seemingly angry at being taken away from Shane McMahon's sweaty, lusting body -- almost as if it had a life of it's own.
Jeff fumbled now with his own pants, his dick was pressed hard against the inside of his pants. His pants were getting soaked with each passing second. Sweat broke out all over his body, his semi-hairy body glistened under his sweat and the saliva that had dripped from his lusty mouth all the way down to his body. His fingers found the small metal lock to the prison of his cock. Trembling with the intensity of the moment, Jeff fumbled the zipper down carefully as to not catch his own delicious cock in the metal teeth. Finally, the zipper was unzipped, his cock plopped free into the air. Throbbing wildly, this way and that, his cock looked like a miniature firehouse out of control. He grabbed his cock around the shaft and started to pump wildly. Up and down, along with the rhythm of Shane fucking his face. The taste of the giant cock in his mouth was insanity for Jeff Hardy, he tugged and tugged on his own cock like there was no tomorrow.
Shane had undone Jeff's ponytail, now Jeff's silky purple hair cascaded down and around Shane's fingers bobbing up and down as Jeff's head was forced to go back and forth on Shane's massive cock.
Shane was overcome with a need: a need to cum, a need to cum inside Jeff more than anything in his entire life! He had never ever felt this intense to cum in anyone. His wife was a cock fiend when in bed, but Jeff. Jeff was another matter. To Shane, Jeff's mouth was cock heaven. It was nothing he has ever felt before. It was incredible! The feel of Jeff's tongue underneath his cock, the saliva coating his shaft along with all his precum lubricated his cock as he went to and fro, in and out of Jeff Hardy's hungry mouth. Shane couldn't hold it in any longer, he could feel his balls tighten closer to his body where Jeff had been tugging at them. He buried his fingers harder into the back of Jeff Hardy's head as he shoved his cock deep into Jeff's throat and came! "Oh shit! I'm coming!" Shane gritted, forcing himself from screaming. His voice had the raw hunger from a trapped and crazed animal. He needed this. He wanted this. And he was going to have it!
Jeff tightened his throat around Shane's mouth. He had felt the tightening of Shane's balls in his hands, he knew then that Shane was going to cum. While merely a moment ago, his right hand had been busy pumping away at his own cock, Jeff released his own dick, and sunk his nails into Shane's asscheeks, pushing him deeper into his throat, while his other hand massaged Shane's tight cumming balls. Jeff groaned in ecstasy as Shane's massive cockhead mushroomed up deep in his throat and exploded with burst after burst of salty, steaming cum.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Shane grunted again and again as jolt after jolt of his hot semen spurted from his mushroom cockhead out into the revenant throat of Jeff Hardy. Each jolt sent chills up Shane's spine, his knees felt like rubber; his entire body shook as he came again and again into Jeff's waiting mouth.
"Ah. Ah. Ah." Shane gasped again and again as his dick spurted the last of his smouldering hot cum deep into Jeff's throat. Weak and wobbly, Shane collapsed on the floor, his dick plopped out of Jeff's mouth with an audible 'pop'. Shane panted for air as he laid on his back, his vision blurry from his intense sexual experience.
Jeff swallowed as much of Shane's cum as he could. Screw safe sex, this was incredible. He wiped spittle and semen from his lips while his own vision tried to return to focus after that incredible face fuck he just received from his boss. His dick throbbed wildly inbetween his legs, wanting, hurting, needing to cum. Jeff realized that Shane might have been finished, but even now his cock was still working overtime. His cock hadn't gone limp after that incredible barage of cum! Shane had been incredible face fucking him, Jeff couldn't even imagine how he would be inside of him! The thought alone, sent Jeff's 6 inch cock spurting cum all over Shane's numb legs. His cock spurted out his cum in loud and wet bursts that didn't go unnoticed.
Despite his blurry vision, and his fatigued body, Shane managed to wedge himself inbetween Jeff Hardy's two legs. His shaky hand reached upwards to the spurting young cock. He gripped Jeff's cock hard, his thumb pressed tightly against Jeff's cum chute, cutting off the cum supply from his desperate balls. Shane grabbed the rest of Jeff's cock with his other hand and started to work the young man back into ecstasy, while trying to get his lips around the 6 inch prick.
Watching Shane struggle to play and suck on his cock, sent Jeff to a new world. His knees, too, became wobbly and it didn't take much for him to collapse on top of Shane.
Shane grunted at the sudden weight of Jeff's body on top of his, but Shane grunted even louder when he finally got all of Jeff's cock in his mouth. Shane's lips worked Jeff to the bone. His lusty tongue explored every inch of Jeff's cock, finally he released his iron grip on the cock, allowing volley after volley, after new volley of cum deep into his throat.
Jeff grunted, his hips thrusting down into Shane's mouth. Jeff grunted and just about screamed before finding Shane's cock to muffle his screams.
Shane shifted from under Jeff, his hands kneading the younger man's tight behind. "Jeff..." Shane's voice was haggard from still from the oral sensation.
"yeah..?" Jeff answered...or tried to with Shane's cock still buried deeply into his throat.
"Don't.." Shane swallowed. "Don't waste me." Shane managed to wrestle his dick out of Jeff's mouth and grip. "Ride me."
That was all the urging Jeff needed. He grunted out of his pants and crouched over ever Shane throbbed and pulsed. "I...I don't have any condoms with me." Jeff finally blurted. "I don't think any would fit you anyways." he giggled -- afterglow starting to set in.
"Wait.." Shane grunted. "Hold on, I got some in my drawer." Shane crawled behind his desk and pulled out a package out of his top drawer. "Without it, I might rip you up. You have a match tonight against Triple H!" Shane grunted the last, and tried to get to his feet.
Jeff couldn't wait anymore, match or no match, he was going to be fucked by that giant cock. He charged Shane, grasping the other man under the armpits and almost threw him on the desk. "Wow, extra large." Jeff took a moment to smile down at Shane before ripping the condom's package with his teeth.
"It's the ribbed kind. Extra pleasure." Shane mumbled inbetween grunts of pleasure while Jeff was fumbling with the condom and his cock.
"You ready?" Jeff looked pale again, finally unsure of what he was about to do.
Shane scooted up more on the desk to give his butt more support once Jeff started to ride his cock. "Ready when you are." Shane slid his hands over Jeff's slim waist and guided him down on his cock.
Jeff swallowed and started to sit on Shane. He grabbed the throbbing giant and guided him to his pucker. The head alone was huge. Jeff felt it bisect his asscheeks. He couldn't help but cry out when Shane pulled him all the way down on his cock.
Jeff leaned down onto Shane. He was gasping for air, he hadn't thought that it was going to hurt this much.
"Jeff..." Shane asked concerned. "Do you wanna do this?"
"I...I want to." Jeff gulped.
"I hear a 'but' coming."
"I don't think I'm ready for such a big cock yet." Jeff whimpered.
"Alrighty." Shane lifted him off his cock with a loud pop as the head popped out of Jeff's hole.
"That's it?" Jeff was worried he had disappointed Shane McMahon.
"Yeah, that's it. You need to get ready for Smackdown!" Shane looked at his watched.
"Shane, I..." Jeff was confused.
"It's alright. I had a great time. I guess we'll have to go at it a little slower next time." Shane smiled warmly at Jeff as he slowly pulled his pants up. "Besides, we wouldn't have had the time." Shane carefully tucked his dick into his pants and zipped them up.
"Oh, okay." Jeff turned around to pick up his clothes.
"Jeff." Shane said softly, putting a hand onto the younger man's shoulder.
Jeff turned crestfallen to Shane.
Shane pulled him closer and kissed him. "When we fuck, I want to have a few hours to ourselves. I really want to make it something for the both of us, k? So don't worry about it. At this time, you are just not ready for such a big step. We'll work on it together. And when we're done..." Shane left it at that smiling. "Get dressed, I'll send Trips to your dressing room to go over your match tonight. See you later." Shane shut the door behind him.
Jeff had been worried that Shane was disappointed at him, but now as he watched the door close, a whole new spark of life came over him. "Yeah next time." Jeff whispered happily as he too started to zip up his pants carefully.
The End