I’m not good at this but here we go.

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It was a brisk sunny day as rising Pokemon trainer Ash Ketchum traveled to Vermillion City in hopes of defeating the gym leader Lieutenant Surge. Not too long ago he had befriended ex-gym leaders Brock, a muscular yet handsome, youthful man, and Misty, a small-breasted orange-haired piece of eye candy. Brock had grown tired of being a gym leader so he decided to embark on a journey with Ash. Misty, however, was jealous of her sisters who she believed to be prettier than herself. She was weary from all the lonely masturbation sessions in her room as she listened to her sisters **** trainers they would bring home until they were on the brink of screaming in pleasure. This was not her only problem, though… for Misty could also not great times.

Since she met Ash both himself and her have noticed his eyes occasionally wandering to her brilliantly toned bum packed tight into her jean shorts as they walked the path to Vermillion. Misty would watch him staring at her, getting a rise out of the thought of Ash being interested. Although when he noticed her glancing at him when he looked, he would quickly jerk his head into another direction as if he wasn’t looking, unaware of her pleasure. Brock never gave Misty a thought. As of lately he was interested in other things; things he couldn’t understand. Ash was the first to defeat him and since then Brock had been experiencing feelings for him. He would lie to himself and say he just envy’s Ash, but he would soon to find out it was so much more than that.

Pikachu walked beside Ash as the three trainers marched their way to the electric-type gym leader.

“Pika pika,” the pokemon spoke.

“What’s that, Pikachu? Little Timmy’s trapped in a well?” Brock jokingly responded, never having no real understanding of what Pikachu says.

Misty lightly slapped him on the back of the head. “There’s no need for that tone. The little guy is just hungry, right Pikachu?”

“Pika…” Pikachu sighed as this was not the case. His male reproductive organ was too large and it had been dragging against some rough gravel. Ash, Brock and hopefully not Misty didn’t understand how it felt but at the same time they were unaware of his situation.

The four were nearly halfway to the city when Ash asked if they could rest for a bit. His legs were aching, so he sat on the grbum behind a nearby boulder and began to rub them. As he did so Misty approached and placed her hand on his thigh.

“Um.. Misty..” his voice quivered.

“Yes?” she replied as if everything was normal.

“What are you doing?”

Pikachu and Brock were standing on the path waiting patiently, but Brock heard the voices and crept over until he could see his two friends. He was immediately struck with jealousy at the sight of Misty touching Ash. He wanted to be in her place, gently stroking Ash’s thigh and teasing at the idea of rubbing his crotch. Just as Misty grabbed Ash’s zipper, Brock made his move.

“So are we all rested up,” he boasted in. “We can’t waste too much time, there’s only so much daylight.” He grabbed Misty by the shoulders and helped her up, avoiding eye contact with the both of them in fear that he would see their disappointment. Brock tended to be in denial most of the time of Ash’s true sexuality and needs. He wanted them to be together and had his mind set on making it so.

After Misty was dragged off and away, Ash stood up. His erection was bulging despite it not being particularly big and a tiny wet dot of semen seeped through his pants.

“Hey Ash, you coming or what?” Brock yelled, his voice getting close as he asked. Ash quickly removed his hat and held it over his boner in fear of his fellow trainer seeing. Brock looked at him, then his hat, then back up at him questioningly. Brock’s lips parted but before he could speak Ash blurted out, “YEAH! LETS GET GOIN’!” Brock had an idea of what was going on but he thought it was just his imagination getting away from him.

“Okay, well pick up the pace.” Brock walked away and Ash exhaled in great relief. He could feel the warmth of his red face from the embarrbumment but thought no more of what just happened. He stepped out from behind the boulder and with his friends, still holding the hat near his waist. They began walking again.

“What badge are you going for anyway, Ash?” Misty asked as she eyed his hat, picturing what was underneath it.

“Thunder,” he replied with a crack in his voice. “Pikachu is stronger than any electric pokemon Surge could have. Isn’t that right Pikachu?” He patted his pokemon on the head and Pikachu smiled up at him temporarily til his male reproductive organ hit a rock on the round. He winced for a moment but limped on.

“I don’t know. I’ve heard he’s pretty tough. I’m worried about you, Ash.” Brock said, his tone lowering for his last statement. Ash raised an eyebrow out of curiosity of the meaning behind Brock’s words, but at the same time he was grateful.

“Thanks but I can handle it no problem,” replied Ash in all his confidence. Both Misty and Brock looked at him and smiled at the fact that their secret love was so bold. The day grew on as they walked and it soon turned to night. Vermillion city was in their sights, but they decided to make a fire and finish the walk the following day.

Brock, Misty and Ash sat around the fire, holding their hands close to it. Pikachu sat next to Ash, rubbing his own male reproductive organ for it was raw from the days walk. He sighed again.

“I’m gonna get more firewood,” said Misty as she arose. “Don’t get too cozy without me!” She walked off into the woods close by. Ash watched as she left, keeping his eyes set on her swaying hips. Brock noticed this and decided it was his time to tell Ash how he felt- to show him how he felt.

At this point Pikachu had nestled against Misty’s backpack, using it as a pillow. Ash was poking at the fire with a stick in an attempt to increase the flame. Brock shyly inched over next to him and took his hand into his own. Ash dropped the wood into the fire and turned his head facing Brock. Their eyes met.

“Ash, There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Brock said with a light blush forming. Ash lowered his vision down between Brock’s legs, seeing the hard-on trying to escape the clothing. He had been confused most of his life about his needs, but at that moment he knew what he wanted and he had to have it. “Ash, I-” Brock stopped as the other boy’s lips touched his own. Brock felt a burst of joy flow through him and rested his hand on the back of Ash’s head, delicately pressing their mouths closer. Ash ran his fingertips down Brock’s chest to the solid member awaiting him, gently rubbing the head of it. Brock broke the kiss revealing a loving smile and stood up in front of him. Ash sat on his knees, face to face with his desire. He unbumoned Brock’s pants and slid them down, taking the throbbing gym leader’s male reproductive organ into his mouth.

Brock’s heart was beating with quick thumps, watching his friend and new love suck his male reproductive organ, rubbing the shaft as it would exit his mouth. Ash pulled down his jeans, his thick male reproductive organ flopping out and into his other hand. He would rub it while pleasuring Brock, getting off on the fact that he was the one making the bigger boy moan. He looked up at him and their eyes met, running his tongue along the bottom of his male reproductive organ while he extracted it from his mouth. Brock stroked his manhood that was still covered in saliva and Ash turned away onto all fours, looking back anxiously. Brock laid his male reproductive organ on Ash’s lower back and began grinding it between his bum cheeks teasingly. His male reproductive organ throbbed and twitched at this stimulation and he guided his bum to the tip of Brock’s erection. Brock took hold on Ash’s hips and pulled them, pushing into the boy’s bumhole.

They both grunted as Brock plowed into him and out again, his pelvis slapping into Ash’s cheeks with each motion. They were loving this new experience and wanted more. Soon they found themselves in a different position; Brock was sitting down with Ash in his lap, his arms wrapped around his chest with nipples between fingertips. Ash bounced again and again, the male reproductive organ jamming deep into his bum with each descent. Brock maneuvered his hand down to Ash’s erection, firmly grabbing it. He tugged it in between each anal thrust while still caressing the head with his thumb softly. Ash’s eyes were closed enjoying his sexual nirvana, so he didn’t see Misty watching the two from afar.

She peered from behind a bush at the action, wondering if she should interfere. However soon she found herself dropping the firewood and her hand sliding down the front of her shorts to her clit. She tried to resist, but seeing Ash naked was too overpowering for her. Instead she removed off her shorts and shirt and sat down to continue watching. She took her right breast in hand and began mbumaging it, her other hand still rubbing her clit in quick yet long circular motions. Brock was now rubbing part of Ash’s shaft with his balls also in hand. Misty laid down with her head turned the two men, lightly pinching her nipple and arching her back in extacy as she touched herself. She plopped her fingers inside and began almost violently pushing them in and out. She could feel herself approaching her peak.

“Are you- gonna- great times?” Brock asked while continuously forcing his male reproductive organ into the depths of Ash’s bum.

“Mmmm,” moaned Ash. Brock tightened his grip on the boy’s male reproductive organ and jerked it faster, making sure he reached it from top to bottom. Misty was desperate to finish. She was afraid she would never orgasm, so she reached over and took hold of a thick piece of firewood. She spread and lifted her legs up and wiggled it into her bum, gasping during its entrance from the pleasure and size. She lied there rubbing her clit faster and jamming the stick further into her bum with each push. She knew it was coming- she knew she was coming.

With a few more mbumive thrusts, Brock exploded into Ash’s bum. Simultaneously Brock had sped up jacking off Ash and he knew Ash came as well. He felt the hot semen run down the side of his hand and pulled out satisfied. They looked at each others sweaty, naked bodies while panting, kissed, and agreed not to tell Misty about it. They cleaned up, got dressed and took the places they were in by the fire before she left. Eventually they saw her come from behind the bush fully clothed with a depressed expression on her face and a few pieces of firewood.

“Something wrong, Misty?” Ash asked the girl. She just cut her eyes at him, glaring in a way to tell him not to ask about it further. Misty dropped the wood next to the fire, one stick in particular looking different than the others from being partially covered in some sort of substance. She walked over, laid next to Pikachu and they all called it a night.

The next morning Brock awoke stretching. “Sure was some night last night.” Ash smiling slightly, nodding his head in agreement. Misty was up before everyone, still with an angry look upon her face. She and Ash looked at each other from a distance.

“Are you sure nothings wr-” He failed to finish.

“There is nothing wrong! Stop asking! Let’s go already!” She yelled, turning away as her face turned a shade of red. Ash woke up Pikachu and told him it was time to go. Pikachu sighed and wearily stood up. The four began to make their way to Vermillion again, and Pikachu dragged his male reproductive organ the entire way there.