Pokemen
Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
My name is Ash Ketcham and there's one things you need to no about me, and that's that I am a whore. Now, whenever a whore you imagine a well-sprung sprightly lad that has a sizably sized schlong to go with his sculpted greek god abs.
However, this is not the case. I am ten years old.
At least in body (though not in cock! Which is huge) I am twenty-five and for some reason I am still awaiting puberty. My mission is to be a Pokemen master. To catch them is my real test; to bum them is my cause.
This world is inhabited by 151 species of furry, the pokemen, each with their own strengths, weaknesses and orifices. It was my mother, a pokemen master who inspired me to catch em all: all 27 sexual diseases in Kanto. It is a tough task to live up to, but I believe in my cause.
Thus far, I have caught one pokeman. I feel I have done very well.
I call him pikachu (his real name is gary oak) and he dresses like a electric mouse for his fetishes and whenver I bum him he likes me to wear rubber clothes and tie him up with a washing line.
"pi-kachu!" he cries as he comes.
Then I attach electric crocodile clips to his niples and send hundreds of volts through the horny bugger's burnt nubs.
Finally yesterday I made my way to the legendary pimp Professor Oaks house to receive my first STD.
"Hello." I said to professor oaky.
"Ash Kesham! Your 15 years late! Did you oversleep?"
"yes," I admitted guitly.
"Nevermind. Now before you start your adventure you must choose one of my balls."
Ash grabbed the professor's balls. The first was soft and squidgy, the next was soggy and pustous, the last had mold growing on it.
"Professor I don't know which to choose!1" I yelled.
"Take a closer look," said professor okay.
His balls glowed and out emerged three goregous pokemen. There was Charmander, who was really CJ from GTA san andreas. His bush was on fire, illuminating his wood for all to see. Next to him was squirtle, otherwise known by his friends as Bubbles Worthington. He was black and hench and gave me a cheeky wink. Rock hard shells covered his buttocks and his water gun was dripping. Lastly was Bulbasaur, who looked remarkably like Benedict Cumberbatch.
When I saw him I new that I had to have him, from the bulb on his cock that looked like it would bloom at the first touch and the vines that wound tightly round Benedicts's sweet booty.
I cried, "Bulbasaur, I choose you!"
to be continued!