Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2012 04:24:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Supreme Britian <supremebritian@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Men of The Voice Chapter One

The Men of the Voice (US)

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This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as true. You must be 18+
to read this!  This is based on the tv show "The Voice" wiyh Adam Levine,
Blake Shelton, Christina Aguilera, and Ceelo Green.


Chapter One


"Um... Hi Blake," Adam Levine says nervously staring oddly at the ground.

   On the camera, on the stage, Adam seems like the cocky, hot man you'd
think him to be, but away from the lights he's as shy as a lost puppy in
the alleys of the city.

"Hey Adam," says Blake in his deep, raspy country voice. "What's goin' on?"

"Uh, um.. nothing much. I like the singers on your team, they're very
talented."

"Uh, thanks. And my eyes are up here," Blake says smiling catching Adam
staring at is now hard cock.

"Oh, sorry dude, umm I gotta go," Adam says, his face redder than the
Arizona sun.

"Wait, Adam, Miranda's on tour. I don't really have anyone to hang out
with," the cocky country man says staring dead into Adam's deep brown eyes.

   Adam quickly put together what his meant, but could it be true? Would
his countless fantasies, he dreamt in his bed alone come true? He was
willing to try.
   He and Blake made their way to the exit, waving goodbye to Christna,
making their way outside. They used a secret pathway around the back to get
to their cars.

"Follow me," says Blake. Like Adam would do anything else

   The men jumped in their cars and drove to Blake's mansion in the
hills. Its was beautiful. Big, spacious. Everything you'd expect a nice
country boy to be.
   Adam parked his car behind Blake's and they both made thier was to the
back door.

"You can take your jacket of Levine, make yourself at home."

"You have a nice place, how much did it cost you," said Adam, butterfies
still fluttering in his stomach.

"Thanks, I don't know, Miranda bought it. You know why I brought you here
right?"

   He didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted, but he was unaware
of Blake's intentions.

"Well do you?" said Blake showing that smile that made Adam melt since day
one.

"Come here I'll show you," Blake said leaving the room.

    Adam follwed Blake into what it seemed a music room. On the walls his
platnium records framed hung in a row. He saw Blake in the corner, at a
bar, pouring himself a scotch, straight. Blake picked up his drink and
walked to the piano in the center of the room and started to play.

"That's beautiful," Adam said, watching Blake's play each key with utter
perfection.

"Grab that music sheet and sing the words," Blake said not looking away
from his keys

   Adam picked up the pages and started to sing. If there was anyone who
could singnlike a god, Adam was it. It was different from his usual upbeat
pop songs, it was slow and sexy, like an old Marvin Gaye track.
   Blake motioned Adam to come sit beside him on the bench. Blake began to
slowly stroke Adam's cock, without messing up a single note.

"Do you know now what I brought you here for?" Blake said, smiling his
smile.

    Adam unable to answer, intranced by the feeling, savoring every last
second, but now it was Adam's turn rlto be the man.

"Get in top of the piano," Adam wispered into his ear, biting the lobe ever
so gently.

     Blake respected his fellow judge and climed on top of the grand
piano. Adam began to strip Blake of his clothes. Their lips broke, their
tounges intertwined, fighting for dominace. Adam grinned,

"You taste like scotch,

"Duh," said Blake smiling back, "More."

   They rejoined heir lips, sugar and spice, heir cocks slowly awakining
from the heavy friction. Their moans echoing throughout the room in perfect
harmony.  "Take off your pants," said Blake

"Ooo, bossy," said Adam playing along.

   As Adam started to unbutton his jeans, Blake flipped him over so that he
was on top of him.

"Well damn," said Adam, "You're stronger than you look."

"There are alot of things you don't know 'bout me," said Blake staring at
Adams hot, red lips.

   Adam looked up, both cautious and intrigued, he flipped Blake back over
and moved down to his underwear.

"Happy birthday to me," Adam said under his breath, and that it
was. Blake's Thin boxer-briefs were concelling a 10 inch monster cock.

    Adam stared at his gift, examing it for possible angles of attack. Once
assure of what he was dealing wih he took in the organ, inch by inch,
centmeter by centimeter,ll savoring the sweet, musky taste. Once he had his
lips touching Blake's golden pubes he receded just as slowly. Once he was
back at the top, he licked the top, the slit, tasting the salty, spicy
pre-cum. Blake silent except the occasional moan.

   "Adam," Blake said distracting Adam for a second, "Are you a moaner or a
screamer?"

    Adam looked up at Blake and smiled.

"Oh definitley a screamer," he said

"Good," said Blake leaving Adam to his work.

   Adam worked Blake's pole, milking it of it's white liquid.

"Stop, I don't want to cum yet," said Blake pulling away, "I want you
inside me,"

                -To be Continued-