Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 20:46:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: John D <zachstack@yahoo.com>
Subject: Opportunities: Jeff Hardy gets a shot in the limelight.

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**Disclaimers:  This is a work of fiction and should
not be taken any other way.  The characters of this
story does not reflect the real lives of the people
they are based from.  Jeff Hardy, Shane McMahon, and
the other WWF personalities are by no means affiliated
with this story.  In other words, just like wrestling,
this story is fake.  Enjoy it as it is meant to be
enjoyed.**
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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