"That's right ladies, the nob on the Rob is so big, that this is the only way I can stand comfortably."
Heeeeey! It's been a while, but since you were all good enough to come and ogle Rob's Nob with us, courtesy of TwiWeasel, I thought it might be nice to get the old Thursday CFF out again.
Come and join in, don't be shy! Hmm, this possibly warrants an ode of its own.
There once was a gaggle of ho's
Who liked to practice their prose
They start off quite clean
But get more obscene
The longer the story goes
Ok, I have a special request for a spot of slash this week from our lovely Becky, author of Dark Wolves & Vampire Delights, go and read & review, it's fab!
Ok, so here goes...
"I don't know, Edward. It's just not sounding right." My best friend Jasper put his guitar down on the bed next to him and lay down, frustrated. We'd been practicing our latest song for the past hour and a half, and were getting nowhere.
The door flew open, banging back against the wall. Filling the doorway was my brother, Emmett. The necks of three beer bottles clutched between the massive fingers of one hand. He was grinning widely, and I didn't doubt that was down to the fact that he had his other hand on the waist of some gorgeous blonde I didn't recognise. Although that could have been because I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. Hey! Don't judge! They were virtually uncovered anyway, her plunging tight top leaving just about nothing to the imagination.
"Dude, don't you ever knock?" Jasper sniped at him, taking his frustrations about how the rehearsal was going, out on Emmett. Em laughed. The beers in his hand were obviously not the first he'd had.
"Why? Am I interrupting something?" He looked at Jas again, taking in his reclined position on the bed. "Aah! I get it, Edward here was about to give you a blow job! Am I right?"
"Fuck you, Em." I was uncomfortable with his ongoing jokes about Jasper and I, not least because that's where my thoughts had been a lot recently, and I was shit-scared and more than a little uncomfortable with it. Men weren't my thing, they never had been. Since my split with Bella though, Jas had been really good to me. I was sure I'd seen him looking at me differently more than once, but I'd quickly disspelled it.
"Oh well then," Emmett said, turning to the girl in his arms. "Irina, maybe you'd like to help Jas here out?"
"Sure, honey," she told him, smiling widely at him with her dazzling white teeth. I backed away from the bed, unable to keep the discomfort from my face. Jas caught my eye and gave me one of those looks again. I hadn't imagined them at all, I knew I hadn't. Em came to stand by me and handed me a beer. I took a deep drink from the bottle, urging the cold liquid to cool the heat of embarrassment creeping across my cheeks. I didn't think I'd ever get used to this aspect of life in a successful band.
Emmett pointed and laughed as Irina unbuttoned Jas's jeans and pulled his already hard cock out. My eyes were drawn to it. As much as I tried to avert my eyes, I couldn't. I felt someone watching me. Him again.
Ok hobags, take it and run! Do with it what you will!