Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 15:50:36 -0500
From: Rex
Subject: The Snorlax Was Here, Part 3

I believe this would work well in the gay, daddy area of Nifty.


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.

The Snorlax Was Here, Part Three: Another Squirtle

I stood there looking at my partner, cum running down his legs. All my
emotions were conflicted. I was angry. I was turned on. I felt betrayed,
but I knew I had been guilty of something very similar less than an hour
earlier.

"Are we good here, Rex? James?" Cats asked as he continued to straighten up
his appearance, adjusting the towel that most waiters keep tucked in the
front of their belt. I balled my hand into a fist and drew it back to punch
him in the face, but I stopped short. Regaining a little of my composure, I
spoke.

"Sure. We're all good here," I said, letting my fist drop back down to my
side. I wasn't sure that anything was good, but this asshole certainly
wasn't the guilty party.

"Okay, good. I have to get back to work."

Cats turned to make his exit. As he did, he ran a finger up James's leg,
scraping up a dollop of his cum. He sniffed it.

"Fresh cream," he said as he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it
clean. "I'll talk with Pete. I'm pretty sure you have the job if you want
it." He grabbed the towel and draped it over James's shoulder. Then, he was
gone.

For the first time, I could smell the stench of hot garbage and old grease
in the air. My stomach started to turn, but my dick was still raging in my
shorts. I was so conflicted.

James was wiping up the mess he had made. I watched as he tried to remove
the traces of Cats' rutt. When he finished, he tossed the dirty towel onto
the top of the grease trap. He hadn't said a word. Neither had I. I think
we were each waiting for the other to make the first move.

"What brought you down here," James asked like there was nothing out of the
ordinary. He reached for my phone, looking at the screen. "That's a fucking
Charmander!" he squealed. "You have to catch him!"

I looked at the screen, allowing my attention to be diverted from the
situation at hand. I clicked on the little, fiery lizard. "He's a 464," I
said.

"Shit! That's awesome!" James replied as if it were any other moment at any
other time. "You should raspberry him and use a great ball."

I did as suggested. The great ball closed around my prey, wobbled a couple
of times, and clicked into lock position, throwing stars across my screen.

"So, back to the park?" James asked.

"Sure," I said. "You gotta catch 'em all, right?"

"Right!" he responded and took off down the alley, phone in hand.

I waited for a second as he walked away. I wasn't sure if we were talking
about Pokémon or cocks at this point, but I knew the dynamics of our
relationship were not the same. James turned around having realized I
wasn't fast behind.

"Are you coming?" he hollered.

"Yep. Right behind you," I hollered back.  James returned to his gaming. I
reached over and snagged the towel off the grease trap. I resisted the urge
to smell it. Instead, I wadded it up and stuck it in my left side cargo
pocket and followed James through to the park.

We stayed at the park several more hours, chasing all sorts of
creatures. During that time, we wandered our separate ways, meeting up here
and there as our paths crossed. My thoughts weren't on the quest but on all
the things that happened that day. When the park closed at 11, we made our
way home.

As James drove, we chit-chatted about all the Pokémon we had
caught. He was very excited at having caught three Squirtles that day. When
we got closer to home, I pulled up the Poké gym at the church near
our house. We had been trying to hold down the gym for Team Valor with very
little success.

"Wanna stop by the gym?" I asked. "They knocked us back down to a Level 2."

"I guess we could," he responded. "Are we both still on the podium?"

"I'm still on top, but I guess someone slid between us at some point. The
username is BigDNYa," I informed him. "Clever nickname for a guy worried
about his cock size," I laughed.

"We're definitely stopping," James responded. "I need the stardust and
coins. What's he got in there?"

"He has a 1040 Slowbro. We only need to train up by 900 points to get you
in."

"Sweet. That means I can slip my Gyarados in there. He's at 1260," he
beamed.

"That'll go nicely beneath my 1948 Exeggutor," I told him as he pulled into
the church parking lot.

For the next few minutes, we trained up our gym until James was able to
leave his defender. Once that was accomplished, he peered at his
screen. His face lit up.

"I'll be right back," he said excitedly. "There's a Magmar nearby."

I watched him walk away from my spot in the passenger seat of the car. He
traipsed through the long grass of the churchyard. My mind returned to
earlier in the day when I had followed him from the park (Charmander Pops
Up). I ran the scene over and over on a loop. Now and then, I'd pause to
think about what I had done in the restroom stall (The Snorlax Was Here).

Were the two things really any different? In some ways, they were exactly
the same. We had both gotten off. Was I mad because he lied? I hadn't lied
about my encounter, but James certainly didn't know about. Was I mad
because he was taking on two guys at once? That's something I had
fantasized about myself but never experienced. Maybe, I was mad because the
implication of what he did made him a whore, providing sexual gratification
for compensation. Regardless of the reason, my head was having a hard time
wrapping around all the thoughts. My other head was having a hard time too.

I surveyed the surrounding area and found it to be clear. I couldn't even
see James by now, so I leaned my seat back a little and unbuttoned the
button on my shorts. I slid the zipper down smoothly and opened my
fly. Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of my undies, I reached down and
squeezed my balls using the back of my hand to roll the waistband down
until I could tuck them under my balls with the other hand. I released my
nuts and grabbed my cock by the base. It felt so hot and hard in my
hand. The images of the day came back. With my free hand, I picked up the
phone and thumbed out a message to James.

"Come quick!"

James responded, "I'll be there in a minute still tracking magmar". It was
unpunctuated, which meant he was typing quickly.

"Hurry! You're going to want to catch this," I sent back still rubbing my
dick with one hand.

"KK," he replied.

I waited for a good five minutes until I saw him coming toward the car from
the front. I opened the car door and stood behind it. The only thing
holding my shorts up, my wide stance and the tie string that I hadn't
bothered to undo in my haste to free my hard on. The warm breeze tickled
the hair on my fuzzy nuts.

"Did you catch your Magmar?" I asked. James frowned.

"Hell no. I got there, threw two balls at him, and he jetted. I even
raspberried him twice."

"Well that's too bad," I offered in response. James walked closer.

"What'd you want to show me?" he asked.

"Another Squirtle," I replied. He looked at his "nearby".

"He's not on mine," he said.

"Come here. I'll show you." I held up my phone and waited for him to walk
over. When James got to the car, his eyes widened as he realized my rigid
cock was flying free.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I replied.

"I don't know," he said. "What if someone sees you? Us?"

I grabbed his free hand and pulled him toward me, guiding his hand to my
crotch. "You should've thought about that earlier today," I told him. "You
were a dirty alley slut when I found you. Don't act surprised now."

James tried to pull away, but I tossed my phone onto the car seat and
grabbed the back of his neck with my newly freed hand. He struggled and
tried to pull away, only half-heartedly.

"Stop," he said, but his hand was stroking my cock. Mixed signals. His
words were no, but his actions were yes. I was leaking precum pretty
profusely by now.

"Shut up," I snarled. "When a son is bad, a good daddy does whatever it
takes to set him straight." I pushed him into a crouching position between
me and the car door. "Suck me like you sucked that guy in the alley," I
told him. He looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"I don't like to suck dick," he cried. I grabbed the back of his head; he
resisted.

"If you can suck some stranger's dick in an alley, you can definitely suck
mine," I said. Looking down, I saw that he had pulled out his cock; it was
as hard as mine, but still he played the game.

Feigning tears, he pouted, "please don't make me do this, daddy. I'll be
better. I promise."

"Time for that has passed, little boy. Now, you're going to do what daddy
says. Start sucking." Again, he resisted my pull on the back of his head.

Leaning in, I placed my right hand on the top of the car door swinging it
toward me and pinning him between me and the door. With my left hand, I
reached into my pocket and grabbed the towel I had rescued from atop the
grease trap. It unfurled as it came out. James was struggling between my
thighs and the car door.

Quickly, I released the car door, slung the towel around the back of his
neck, and grabbed it with each hand on either side of his head. All
resistance left him. James's mouth opened, and my cock was buried to the
root in his hot mouth. I held him there until I could tell he was
struggling to breathe. When I relaxed my tension, I didn't have to coax him
further; James started working my rod like a thirsty boy eats a bomb pop on
a summer day, licking and sucking like it will melt away before he can get
all of it on his tongue.

"That's a good boy," I praised him. "You should slow down though. This is
just the warm-up." James's eyes looked up from his task. I tugged the
towel, forcing my cock deep in his throat again. "Enjoy that precum while
you can, Jimmy-boy."

Releasing one side of the towel, I reached into the car and pressed the
lift gate button. The click of the latch release got James's attention, and
the rhythm of his sucking missed a beat as his eyes cut to the back of the
car. I looked down at him just as his eyes came back from where they'd
been. I pulled my cock out of his mouth.

In the night air, I could hear cars going by. They were close enough to see
on the not-too-distant street, but they'd be hard pressed to make out what
was going on here.

"Let me swallow your cum, daddy," James pleaded. "I'll drink it all. I
promise. I won't waste a drop."

"I know you would, but no. Daddy wants some ass. Move to the back of the
car." James stayed crouched on the ground.

"Please, daddy? My ass isn't ready for you." Thinking about it, I bounced
my cock up and down on James's lips which he kept puckering into a little
pout. Most days this would work, and I would let him finish me off orally,
but today was not one of those days.

As James opened his mouth in anticipation of my cock, I reached down and
hooked my thumb behind his lower teeth and beneath his tongue. Fishhooked
like this, he was at my mercy. I lifted him from his crouch and guided him
to the rear of the car. Backing him up against the bumper, I took my other
hand and ran a finger down his crack to his hole. It was still damp with
cum. I joined it with another finger and pressed them into James's hole. He
tried to protest, but my thumb pressing into his mouth only allowed him a
frustrated, exhaling groan. I dug inside him with two, then three fingers
until he was opened and slick with Cats' cum again. I wiped the excess off
on the towel which still draped over James's left shoulder.

"Time for daddy to repaint your walls, baby," I whispered. "So, you be a
good boy for daddy."  I released James's mouth from my thumb hold.

"I don't like this!" he stated angrily.

"Too bad," I responded, and as he opened to say something else I grabbed
the towel, wadded it up, and began stuffing it into his mouth, stifling
whatever it was he had to say, and covering it with one hand.

During this entire exchange, I noted that he never once raised a hand to
stop me. In sharp contrast to his words, his dick was leaking small amounts
of precum as well. This was something I had never seen him do before. He
was obviously turned on.

I put a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back and reached up to
turn off the overhead light. His arms flailed out over his head as he
grunted through my makeshift gag. He'd all but given in at this
point. Grabbing his legs, I hoisted them up on my shoulders. I chuckled to
myself about how he looked like a helpless turtle on its back in this dark
space. Well not exactly, a turtle, more like the Squirtle I had used to
lure him here.

"Time to capture another one," I thought, as I shoved my cock in his
cum-slickened boy pussy. He offered no resistance. Instead, he moaned with
each thrust I made into him. After three or four strokes, I hit
"overdrive".

I have no concept for how long I rutted inside him. It could have been
seconds or close to an hour. I do know that at some point James had removed
the rag from his mouth and was crying out for me to fuck his pussy harder,
which I tried to accomplish with short-lived success, because I had reached
my end. With one last thrust, I emptied my balls and all my frustration and
fantasy role play thoughts deep into James.

We both fell still except for our ragged breathing and the occasional
post-orgasm body tremor. I was leaning against the back of the car, sweaty
and spent. My shorts were riding low around my hips but still covering my
backside. James was spread wide in the back of the car, my shadow cast long
across half his body. His tennis shoe clad feet were resting at the inside
of the bumper. His shorts were in a puddle between my feet, and my cum was
glistening between his asscheeks lit by the lights behind us. That's when I
realized we had an audience...