Who was I kidding when I told my Dad I was a man who could handle this? All I wanted to do was thank him, and I ended up throwing a tantrum and accusing him of molesting me and demanding an apology.
Now he hates me, and we can't even be friends, I thought miserably. I tried to wipe away my own tears, succeeding only in brushing sand into my eyes, which made me cry even harder. I groped on my belt with shaking fingers, pressing the release on Cranidos' pokeball. My adorable little fossil baby popped out and kicked around in the sand.
"Oh, Cranidos!" I sobbed, plunging forward to wrap my arms around him. He let out a yelp as one of his head-spikes knocked my glasses aside and poked me in the cheek. "Owwww..." I wailed, rubbing my cheek and collapsing once more into the sand while Cranidos ran off to dig holes near the surf.
Wallowing in my misery, I barely registered the hand that gently touched my shoulder.
"A cute thing like you could get in trouble staying out here all alone."
I think my heart stopped. I definitely choked. I turned, and Volkner crouched down so we were eye level. In his hand were my glasses. He dusted them off on his shirt before handing them to me. I slid them on, and as his face came into focus, my lower jaw trembled and I searched for the right thing to say.
"Why..."
"Because you ran off into the night crying your little heart out," he replied, resigning to plop his butt into the sand next to me. "Roark, I have to admit, I-"
"I'm sorry!" I cried. "Volkner, I only meant to come here to thank you, but all I did was insult you! You are my colleague and my father's colleague, and I've acted unacceptably!"
He smirked a little. "You were trying to convince me of what a man you are earlier..."
He was right, again. He knew I was no man. I sniffled as a fresh wave of tears poured down my cheeks. "I'm...g...gay, Volkner, a...and n...now you're the f...first person I ever told... I... I don't even k...know you very well..." I choked and was unable to continue. Volkner turned to watch Cranidos about twenty feet away, mostly just a wagging tail sticking out of a hole from which sand was flying.
"Your Pokemon is going to dig his way to Kantou," he murmured, chuckling slightly. I lifted my head. Humor? Was he actually trying to cheer me up?
"Was that an attempt to cheer me up?" Might as well ask.
"Sure." He shrugged, smiling at me. "Roark, Oreburgh is a long way away. You came all the way back to Sunyshore... just to thank me for how my teasing made you realize something about yourself? I have to wonder what else you might have found out about yourself." He grinned. "I think... I think you realized that you like me."
I felt my face heating up. I swear the tears on my cheeks sizzled, that's how fast they dried up in the heat. Volkner's smile grew wider and smugger.
"Keep in mind, for your next crush... if you want to keep it a secret, that is," he chuckled. "Don't travel long distances just to hope for a glance... don't look up their address and ring their doorbell and knock on the door..."
Oh my god.
"If you have to peek in their window, be quiet and stealthy, don't scream and rustle around and crush half of the landscaping..."
I burst into speech. "Volkner, I swear to you I am not a stalker, I only wanted to speak to you, and when I thought someone was in the house but maybe asleep, I'd hoped to catch a glimpse of you sleeping, if anything, I-" I gagged. Had I just said that aloud?
Volkner stared at me with those deep blue eyes as I sputtered to correct what I'd said. Suddenly I felt a hand under my chin, tilting my head up, and he was kissing me, oh, it wasn't a daydream, and there was no taste of beer, and I felt like the happiest person on the earth.
He let me go, still giving me that cocky smile. I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out if this was some kind of trick, if maybe Flint or the fan club of girls was hiding somewhere, laughing at me... but the beach was silent, and empty, and nobody was there but us.
"But... Flint-"
He put a hand to my mouth. "Flint is my friend, Roark, not my boyfriend."
"But you-"
"Sometimes friendship comes with little extras added on." He took his hand away from my mouth. "Thanks, by the way, for admitting to peeping..."
Blink. "I didn't admit to anything, you found me out!"
"No, I wondered if it could have been you, so I mentioned the sequence of events and...you gave yourself away." His gaze was kind. "I'm not mad."
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I took up the offensive. "You told me you weren't gay."
He laughed. "Hah! I never said that. Besides, I'm NOT gay."
"Flint-"
"I'll kiss someone if they are cute enough, that's my motto." Suddenly he was on all fours, crawling all over me, his hand pushing my shoulder so I was rolled onto my back. For one second I was terrified - is Volkner a sex pervert?! Then I realized that at least for this moment, that was fine with me.
He kissed me again, and this time his tongue pushed inside of my mouth, and I gasped in surprise, causing him to push deeper inside. I didn't know what to do... with my hands, or my legs, or anything. I felt numb and stupid, lying in the sand, my head swimming with pleasure and my crotch positively on fire. I pushed my tongue against his, but didn't have much time to practice, as he slid out and bit my neck. I gasped again, the bite sending a shock of reality into me.
"Volkner...what are you doing?!"
"I'm making out with you." He grinned, then reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling until it was pressed between his legs.
And people call me the Rock.
More out of curiosity than anything else, I clenched my fingers around the bulge. Wow... I had my hand on another man's erection and I felt so happy. I could never doubt my newfound gayness again. Still, I paused.
"Volkner... I...I don't know what's... I've never done this before," I gulped. It's so weird to talk to a person while you're squeezing between their legs. He grinned.
"Then you ought to practice," he suggested, then sat up, unzipping his pants and undoing the single button on his boxers, before reaching in and sliding out his cock. Rock-hard, it pointed at me, and Volkner leaned forward. "Go ahead... practice on me. I bet you've fantasized about it, especially after peeping."
Like hell I was gonna tell him he was right! I stared, mesmerized by his cock... it was so much bigger than mine, and I felt embarrassed.
"C...can I...where should I touch it?" Eep!!
Volkner leaned forward to bite my ear, forcing me to gasp again. "Why not try licking it... bottom to top."
I gaped at him, and he reached down, running his hand along my own erection, which was trying its best to rip open my pants (and I wear really baggy pants!). I gulped. "Volkner, I-"
There was the sound of feet hitting sand hard, a dull thud, and suddenly Volkner went flying over my shoulder, landing in the dunes behind me with a groan. Cranidos stood in front of me, his little domed head glowing, kicking around frustrated in the sand. He let out a soft coo and padded to me, sitting himself between my arms and licking my neck. The entire time my mouth was hanging open in shock.
"Cranidos!!" I yelled, and the poor thing yipped. "What did you do?! Why did you do that?! Oh, my god!!" I pushed myself to my feet so fast that the Pokemon rolled head over heels, and rushed over to Volkner, who seemed to be unconscious. "Volkner?! Oh my god! Oh my god!! Wake up!! Cranidos, you killed him!"
"Cra-!! Craw craw craw!!" Cranidos started explaining up a storm, his tail swishing in agitation.
"He wasn't attacking me! W...we were..." I paused. What had we been doing? Where was that going to go? I'd fantasized about it, but... in reality I felt scared. I had no experience... would I have actually done it? I honestly had no idea. Cranidos cocked his little head at me, and I patted him on the snout. He rewarded me with a cute purr.
"Well." I looked at Volkner's open fly, blushing and carefully tucking his cock back inside and zipping him up. As un-sexy as it was, I blushed harder still, thinking, ah, I finally touched it. "Let's get him home, then."
I heaved him up over one shoulder, pleased to find him lighter than the majority of stuff I dig out of mountains. Hoping nobody who knew him would see us, I ruffled up his hair with my free hand, trying to make him less recognizable. With his hair turned poof ball, and a good lie thought up (something about too much vodka and eating a strange fish), I returned Cranidos to his pokeball and headed back into town.
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