EPIC MAN.

RATERD M: for McCann ;) if you’re 3 years old, fuck off k? 

i tweeted this over a period of 4 hours. enjoy ;)

imagine you’re home alone… watching Justin Bieber on MTV….. You’re parents are out, and youre by yourself in your room.its dark…. but you’re just jammin, eating your pop corn, while you’re watching Justin ;)… anyway… so you hear shouting outside… a guy shouts ” WE CANT DO THIS!!!!” … and another says camly “dont walk out on me.”….you didnt hear anything after that. so you turned off your TV, and got into bed because you were tired… you fell asleep. … 2:03 am…………. *BANG!!!!* you woke up. you didnt know what the mo fo was going on. so you got out of bed.. “mum? dad?” you called out. you creeped across the hallway to their bedroom… you looked inside. there was no one there. … “fuck.” you muttered to yourself….. *BANG!*… you started freaking out now… you creeped slowly downstairs…
… *CRASH* … “HELLO?? WHOS THERE?” you were crying… you stopped breathing for a second, listening to the silence. but there wasnt silence. you could hear someone breathing heavily…. “hello?” you whispered. “shh.” you felt his hot breath on your neck…. “dont make a sound, and you wont get hurt” you gasped. “shh.” he said again. you turned your head slowly. He’d smashed the window to get inside. “i have a gun…” he whispered into your ear, still breathing heavily. “i suggest you do what i say”.. he came closer. u didnt dare to move a muscle. the cold night breeze hit you, and you shivered lightly. you could feel his warm breath on your neck. he got hold of your wrists and handcuffed them together. then you felt the barrell of the gun pressed against the side of your head. “how nice of you to arrange this private tour of your house for me.” he laughed. “you have a TV?”… “uhhuh.” you whispered. “show me. go on.” he pressed the gun harder against your head. you had no choice, so you moved slowly out of the kitchen. “o-over there..” you stutterd… “hmmm… awfully big.” he let go of your wrists, and moved around you towards the TV. he still had the gun pointing at you… then he turned around, and looked at you. face to face. you felt your heart sink a little bit more… you watched his face twist into an evil half smile, as he looked at you, up and down. “upstairs. now.” he made an up motion with the gun, as a signal for you to go upstairs. you obeyed… you didnt say anything, as you headed slowly upstairs again… SHIT SHIT SHIT. you rememberd your dad kept his tools in a closet. you looked around for ANYTHING that would help you. to were still heading upstairs, and you looked back down at him. he still had the gun pointing at you… so you carried on. you turned a corner, to your parents bedroom… your dad’s chainsaw. you needed to get out of this… so you turned… with your eyes closed… and swung your fist as hard as you could. GUNSHOT
… you breathed heavily…. so did he. he dropped the gun. then turned on the light. you looked at him. just looked. “SHIT.” he muttered. you looked down at the whole in the floor that the bullet had made. He bent over to pick up the gun… … revealing his dark grey boxers… ;)… he stood up. and sniffed. you frowned at him. he lifted the gun up to you again. “this wasnt supposed to happen.” he sniffed again. “you’ve seen my face.”…. ” have to kill you.”“no…” you cried…. “NO! PLEASE NO!!”” you screamed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!”” he fired two shots into the ceiling… “PLEASE!! DONT!! ILL DO ANYTHING!!” you cried out… “anything?”… “YESS!!!!” PLEASE DONT KILL ME!!!” you sobbed hard. “I’ll do you a favour… i wont kill you.” … you sighed with relief.. “but you owe me. big time. in fact….” he continued… “you’re going to have to repay me. in sexual favours.” he laughed.
you didnt say anything. you frowned. and squinted. “but why? i dont even know your na-” .. “im one step ahead of you.” he smiled… “i figured. you’ll have such a good time, you’ll probably forget my name anyway. so. i, uh… i’m McCann. Jason McCann.”…you frowned still.. he was rather good looking. he bit his lip, the way that Justin Bieber did when he saw a pretty girl. he looked at you up and down. you still stood there, awkwardly. you were in your pyjamas, a vest top and shorts. no bra…
“oh my god.” he said. your stomach flipped. “what.” you frowned still. “i want you. so bad.” he whispered. “mph.” this didnt seem right. you were falling for a guy who’d tried to kill you. “i want you…” he approached you slowly, and he stood close, you looked at him and your eyes met. you melted. … his eyes were AMAZING. he was still breathing heavily, and you could smell his aftershave. for a thief, he was cleaned up well. he smiled. he pulled you close as he reached around your body to release the handcuffs. he threw them aside. he still had the gun… he wrapped his arms around your waist, and he pulled you in closer. he leaned in, and kissed you softly. “nsdiodsjf”… you tried to struggle away. but he pressed the gun hard into your back, to remind you who was boss. “shh… just relax.” he said, keeping a nice tight grip on your body. you sighed. he continued kissing you passionately… he picked you up and carried you over to your parents bed, then he put youdown gently. you looked deep into his eyes… he came down to meet you, kissing you continuously. then kissed your jaw line, moving down to your neck, biting you slightly. you moan.. he moved down, kissing your chest, as he cradled you tightly in his arms. he was breathing heavier still. turning you on… you moaned again. he sat you up, pulling off your white vest top. he smiled. you shivered as he resumed kissing you, your neck, your chest, your tummy.. he cupped your warm breasts as you moaned AGAIN. “cant resist McCann, can you. no one can.” he smirked. “ohh i want you.” he frantically moved his hands, up and down your body. he stopped. “here. feel this. look what you’ve done to me.” he’d already pulled off his shirt by now. But he grabbed hold of your hand and pulled it to his chest. his heart was pounding. “this may seem strange. But i dont know you. yet i feel like i have all my life”…he stood up. “look im sorry. for everything. i should go.” he said sadly. “no wait…” you grabbed his hand. “i want you too…” ..”then you can have me.” he smiled. you laughed, as he pushed you back on to the bed, and he threw the gun aside. he smirked again. “this. is. gonna. get. explosive. LEGGO BABY;)” he laughed, and you un did his trousers and pulled them down :O! you stood up , pushing yourself against Jason, forcing him against the wall. without warning, you gripped his hard package. “OH!” he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. You tugged on his loose boxers, letting them fall to the ground. “get on your knees bitch. Worship McCann.” you obeyed. you got down on your knees… and sucked on IT ;) “YES!! YES!!!” he shouted. he grabbed your head, and moved in time with you. “OHH! YES!! IM GONNA EXPLODE!” he screamed. and he did ;) all over your chest. “uhhhhh…” he groaned deeply as he let it all out. “right, pay back time.” he pulled you up roughly, and threw you on to your parents large double bed. “wait..” “NO!” he seemed strangley angry. but it was turning you on even more. he pulled off your pyjama shorts roughly and threw them aside. “say you want me to do it.” he looked down at you seriously. “Jason..” you were both completly naked, you could feel everything. “SAY IT.”…. “but…oh my..” you moaned again as his hand brushed lightly past your V JAZZLE ;)! “DO IT!!!!!” … he thrust himself into you roughly. and you screamed. “MPHH.” he grunted as he thrusted in and out of you quickly. you gripped hard onto the bed sheets, tighter with every thrust.
“JASOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” you screamed, as he exploded inside you again. “uuhhhhh!!!” “ww-aaiit… stop.” you said. “what.” he was pissed. he was enjoying this. “There’s.. someone… someones coming…”you whispered. “bitch, i think you’ll find the only person here COMING is me!” he laughed as he stepped back from you. “no seriously…” “well, imma get the fuck out of here.” he speedily dressed up. then picked up the gun. “oh, and you might wanna protect yourself from people like me.” he winked as he threw the gun on the bed, and left…

hope u had had fun jizzing. bye.

-anonymous