Childhood Friends cont-

Over the last three months my life has changed faster than I anticipated. I graduated college, I got started on my career, and I'm living in my own place with my childhood pokemon and best friend, my machoke. Normal life right? Except... me and my machoke have been rather... close as far as a human and pokemon can be.

It's been a while since the first night in the hotel. I saw just how pent up my Machoke was... not showing interest in any other pokemon but somehow getting a reaction from my looks. One thing led to another and next thing you know I had my hands wrapped around his cock and he had his hand wrapped around mine. In a mutual act of both need and wanting to please we stroke each other to orgasm. It was so thrilling and I had such a rush, considering his behavior I'd say he felt the same.

Since then just about every night we'd lay in bed, touch each other... and we'd back right back to getting our stomachs dirty, before we shower, after we shower. Sometimes we'd do it several times a day, specially during the weekend. At one time I even, well, went a little over my head. The look on his face was priceless, which is one of the reasons why I did it. When he had his head back, in the middle of his excitement I leaned over and began to make out with the tip of his length. I didn't have to have my eyes open to see the shocked look on his face. I could read it with how quickly his body tensed up and how fast he came, and boy did he cum.

I remember how much he whined out apologetically as much as a pokemon could while I tried to wipe my face, chest, and hair from all that sticky viscous cream only a pokemon can excrete. I would be a lier if I didn't say what I had caught in my mouth I didn't swallow. I calmed him down and hugged him, letting him know that it was okay, it was what I wanted. Now I know there was no way I could ever fit the entire thing in my mouth and I think he knew it too. We settled for what we could after that. I never once in my life thought I'd so hungrily and sloppily be running my tongue across a male pokemon's length let alone allow him to take mine into his mouth. For a pokemon with little to no experience it seemed to had come natural to him. He almost looked like he was enamored to the taste. Not once did he ever pull away when I warned him I was ready to shoot.

It wasn't until the other night I laid there with his large head on my chest sleeping soundly that I was deep in thought. I thought about how far we'd come in such short few months... and what was to come later? Would he grow bored of our childish masturbation sessions? Would he grow bored of me? What was to come out of this newly formed friendship of ours? I mean... there was no way that I could speak freely about this subject with anyone. It's not uncommon for bachelors to live alone with just themselves and their pokemon, so I wouldn't have to worry about it growing concerns, but I will have to worry about my machoke. He's grown so fond of me... the new me and I've been completely captivated by just how much a human and a pokemon could love each other. This never crossed my mind up until now. I knew I couldn't... perform great orally but what if he wanted to take this to the next level.

For the next following days this subject was the top thing on mind, it distracted me from work, even from my own pokemon. With a little bit of research I decided enough dwelling on it, either take action or stop sulking. Every night while I showered I decided to practice... stretch myself for lack of a better term. I started out small and slowly worked my way up. But no matter what I did it never seemed like it would be enough. Every time I wrapped my hands around his girth I'd always shock myself just how large he was. Perhaps there was no real practicing for this. Not even my fist alone could compare... then the feeling that I've gotten way over my head began to sink in. The more the days passed the more I could tell my machoke was growing closer with me. He'd never ask for it, lord knows he was far too shy... but I knew. There were signs I kept reading every day while we laid bed. How often he'd grind up against me, even in his sleep. Maybe... there's a way to practice. Maybe... I should just jump into it.

It all came down to one night. I had a long weekend and to top it all off I was feeling braver than ever. What better than to get feeling high and mighty than a few shots of alcohol. He had just gotten out of the shower and was doing his best to dry out his entire body. It's difficult when you've got such a bulky body... and knowing what I'd want to try I figured... it wouldn't matter whether he'd be dry or wet. I tugged the towel from his hands and pulled him over into the bed. He followed without question but he was definitely curious about what I was up to. I slowly stripped, it was evident how excited I was... as well as terrified if it failed. The lights were dimmed and we both sat there naked on the bed. I began to explore his body... more than I usually did. I was amazed how sculpted he was, how he kept up that physique though every day chores and god knows what else he did while he lived with my parents.

I could feel how much his cheeks stung as he wasn't used to having me run my hands all over his body. I could tell he liked it, his length was throbbing erect with every little touch I did. I pressed my cock up against his and began to grind and frott them. The feeling of his tougher skin against mine felt natural, even if some might think this was some kind of taboo act. I wrapped my arms around him and when he looked up I couldn't help but press my lips against his. He closed his eyes like he knew what was happening. For the first time I felt his breath in my mouth... I couldn't tell what was more intoxicating... the alcohol on my breath or his natural... machoke breath. It didn't have a hint of nothing that would alter it. No foods... no spices... no sweets or scent of fears that hide behind a mint.... when he felt my tongue against his lips I finally got him out of that shy cloak and I felt his tongue press up against mine. It was rough and wet... and I couldn't help but grab it with my teeth.

Eventually the kiss ended... we had our fill of each other's taste and he had stained my skin with his energy. I leaned up to his ear and whispered something that stunned him. Stopped him dead in his tracks and I could tell he was thinking about it. I felt his strong heart beating harder underneath his large chest where my smaller chest laid against. I nuzzled his broad neck to reassure him. I knew it sounded crazy. It was crazy. But I was crazy... crazy for this moment, crazy for the experience.... and for him.

And for the first time he took charge. He laid be down on my stomach and began to have a taste from my lower back all the way to the top. I felt the trail left behind by his tongue and it made my entire body shiver. But not as much as when I finally felt his erection on my body... rather than my hands. It rested so heavily on my ass, I couldn't help but squeeze my cheeks tight. It felt 10 times bigger than what I thought. It didn't help that I was seeing with my body rather than my eyes. I looked back at him and told him "this won't happen unless I'm lubed." So normally I'd reach for night stand to pull out my lube until I was stopped in my tracks by a squishing feeling on my ass... I knew exactly what it was.... I have felt it's warmth before, it's strength, it's throb so many times before but not this way. He smeared the tip up and down right between my cheeks. With his pre alone he managed to leave me slick and slippery, it almost felt awkward.

I bit my tongue, for some reason I was now being taken for a ride by my own inexperienced pokemon... I'm not sure when the roles switched but there was no way in hell I'd complain. Eventually he lifted it off and it was replaced by one of his fingers. it was slick but with a different fluid. My body was so heated and my heart was thumping so hard in my chest I could barely hear anything else. His finger went in nice and smooth to his surprise of course. I guess he didn't expect me to be so loose. I felt how strong his breathing got when he tried two fingers now. I grunted but like last time they slid in without too much trouble. With both fingers out it was replaced with his length instead. His breathing grew quicker, I could even feel a rumble deep in his chest. I was so happy to see how excited my pokemon was to do this with me... to go this far.

I hadn't realized just how blinded I was through all this excitement.. and I think he was too. He pressed and pressed and used his weight to push into me... I knew the first time would hurt... but hurting felt like an understatement. How foolish was I to think such an inexperienced pokemon would know how to do this. I felt like I was pierced right through. The pain hit me so hard my vision got blurry and I thought I was going to throw up. We had worked ourselves out so much I couldn't tell if the sweat that was running down my face was mine or his. He gritted his teeth and bared it better than I did. I don't know how my eyes didn't roll to the back of my head... or how I didn't lose consciousness, though I know I came close to it. Each one of his throbs was in rhythm with my own throbbing chest. He was so eager to move... but I just needed a few minutes... maybe more? Maybe I wasn't ready but I had gone this far to turn back now.

I wish I could describe the rest but it was all a blur to me. I'm pretty sure I tore something... but I couldn't bring myself to stop him. It felt so much better than it hurt. The next morning I felt like a train ran me over... my body ached... both inside and out. I felt his form over mine... at least half of it. The air in the room was suffocating me all too well and like nicotine I inhaled it till my lungs filled up with it and I held it as long as I could. Everything felt sticky and wet and... oh so breathtaking. I couldn't bring it to myself to wake him. I wanted this moment to last forever if it could. I couldn't care how wrong the act we did yesterday was or the many more I'm sure we would do. All I cared about was me and how I hoped to spend the rest of my life with my childhood friend.