Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2016 22:32:50 -0500
From: Rex
Subject: The Snorlax Was Here, Part Two

This is a continuation of a fantasy about the current Pokémon Go
craze. Though based in reality, it is fiction. I hope you enjoy it.



It didn't take me long to find James. He was smoking one of his Marlboro
Smooths over by the bandstand. He was absentmindedly puffing away while
looking at his phone. His skin was pink from the heat. His grey tank top
and shorts along with his cigarette and lax demeanor made him look like a
badass. As always, his head was on a swivel. Any chubby guy that caught his
eye resulted in a lingering gaze as they passed by. I decided to stop and
observe rather than make myself known.  I suspected James's sudden interest
in the game had more to do with eye candy than Pokémon candy, and
there was plenty here to make any chaser's sweet tooth ache.

When it comes to admitting his sexuality, James is hit-and-miss. He openly
loves big guys but doesn't like to divulge his other interests. We were two
years into our relationship before I discovered him one late night/early
morning, naked on the sofa edging to Nifty stories about young boys
seducing their fathers and other grown men. I had always known he had daddy
issues, but I wasn't aware of this particular kink. I embraced it.

To look at him in this setting, you would never know this five foot six
inch, blonde, muscular, firecracker loves to wear high heels. He has no
qualms about admitting it; he wears them to the theatre and out to bars,
and I have to admit, fucking him in a pair of high heels is a huge turn
on. When I get him on his back and grab those spiked heels, spreading his
frog-like legs wide, ramming my cock into his hole, I know it won't be long
before I fill him full of white, hot daddy spunk.

James has always claimed to be faithful, but I've always had my
suspicions. Lord knows, I have had my moments like the one I had just come
from in the Lake House restroom. Perhaps, that is why I decided to watch
from a concealed vantage point. People shuffled by endlessly and now and
then, James's head would turn and follow some unsuspecting quarry. Every
once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of him biting his lip or whispering
something under his breath like "Damn!". Two or three times, he resulted to
wolf whistles, which were largely unheeded except by some of the women who
feigned offense and hurried along. I watched like this for about ten
minutes. Not wanting to interrupt his fun, I decided to text him.

"Where are you?," I typed and pressed send. I watched as he read the
message on his screen and waited for a reply. Meanwhile, his eyes were
searching the crowd. After a couple of minutes, he responded.

"I'm over by the library," he lied. Now, I was intrigued.

"Okay. I'm over by the mound," I texted back, clearly misleading him.

"Cool. I'm charging my phone up at the moment. Will you be there for a
few?"

"Sure. I just plugged a lure in on this Pokéstop. I should be busy
for the next half hour," I lied.

"Happy hunting!!!!" he typed back. "I'll meet you there in a bit."

I punched in "KK" on my phone and hit send. I watched as he read it. Then,
he started typing again, but the "..." Didn't show up on my screen. He was
texting someone else.

A couple of minutes passed, and James flicked the butt of the second
cigarette he'd smoked since I started watching him onto the pavement. He
checked his pockets and headed through the park in the opposite direction
of where I told him I was. I let the crowd separate us a bit but never lost
sight of him. He was walking briskly, do I was hard-pressed to keep a
decent pace behind him without losing him.

As I followed, he made his way to the edge of the park and sprinted across
as the light changed, leaving me stranded until the next one. I waited
impatiently and hurried across when the walking man popped up on the
crossing sign. Catching a glimpse of James turning the corner on the next
block, I was sure I had lost him. By the time I made it to where he had
turned, there was no sign of him. I turned around to survey the
area. That's when I noticed the sign for the restaurant and bar.

James had had an interview a couple of days before at this very
establishment. Maybe, they had called him in for a quick second
interview. I turned to walk back to the park, feeling guilty about
following him because of my doubts. Looking at my phone I noticed a
Charmander was on my "nearby screen". Clicking on it showed he was only two
tracks away. I was next to an alley between the buildings, so I decided to
cut through to the park on my quest for this elusive Pokémon.

Charmander got closer as I walked down the alley, so my hopes were high. As
I approached, a grease trap along the side of the alley, all indicators
were that he was very close. That's when I heard the grunting. Passing the
edge of the grease trap, I turned and saw a big, flabby butt bouncing back
and forth over a pair of Dickey's beneath an untucked black shirt. I
froze. There was a guy giving it to someone right there in the alley
between the grease trap and the dumpster.

"Yeah, take that cock boy!" the stranger huffed. "You've got a tight ass!"

"Give it to him, Cats! He likes it rough!," another voice said. I couldn't
see the second speaker nor the object of their carnal pleasure, and I hoped
they couldn't see me.

"He sure does," Cats replied. "I'm going to breed him deep too! How's he
doing sucking you off? I know he said he didn't suck dick, but it looks
like he's sucking yours!"

"What he lacks in technique, he makes up for in eagerness," the second guy
bragged. "All the way down. That's right. Choke on it," he seethed. "You're
about to get a load in each end!"

I was stuck in place, afraid to move. I thought any movement might alert
them to my presence. I wanted to leave, but at the same time, I was rock
hard at the notion that these two guys were spit-roasting another one in
this dirty alley where anyone could discover them.

"You must want this job really bad," the unseen guy spat out. "I'm about to
give my recommendation to the manager, so you better swallow every drop! Do
you hear me, boy?"

I heard the sound of a hand smacking an invisible face and a muffled
"MMMHMM".

"Yeah, that's right. I'm so close! What about you, Cats?"

"Me too, Pete. Me too! He's clamping his pussy down on my rod. Oh shit! I'm
gonna cum!" Cats moaned. His jiggly ass rammed hard sending his cock deep
into his hidden prey who responded with a filled-mouth gasp around the tool
he was servicing.

"Oh fuck! Here it comes too!" Pete cried. "Don't waste any of it, bitch!"

Cats' ass spasmed. He exhaled, and his body shook like a roiling body of
water made flesh as he pumped his baby batter into its new home. I imagined
Pete with some utterly ridiculous expression on his face as he unloaded his
cargo into its hold.

During the commotion, I decided to make a silent but swift exit. However,
Charmander had other ideas. As I turned my back to sneak away, he suddenly
appeared on screen with a ruffle of digital leaves, sending a loud alert to
my phone, and revealing me for the voyeur I had become.

"What the fuck?" I heard Pete say, followed by the sound of clothes
rustling and belt buckles clanging as they all tried to compose themselves.

A hand grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. It was Cats. I was
wide-eyed in terror and started to apologize when I realized I recognized
him. Even more surprising to me was the person he'd just got done pumping
full of seed. With his shorts only pulled up halfway and jism running down
between his legs was James. Pete was nowhere to be found.

James looked at me in a panic and said, "I can explain..."