It's been 5 days since we paid a visit to the hospital and Mason has been running around for me as if he was my servant! I keep telling him that I'm not that far gone and I can still get around easily, but he's been having non of it! Currently, he's at the Pokémart doing grocery shopping. Normally I'd be doing this and he'd take a session at the gym... Which now leaves me with some free time. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a photo above the fireplace: It's a photo of me and Mason from when we first met...
Me and Mason first met 5 years ago... I was at a sportswear centre looking for some new swimming gear. I had taken a pair black/blue trunks and made my way to a room with a large mirror and several changing rooms. They had fit me fine, but there wasn't a mirror inside the changing room, so I stepped outside to use the mirror there. I hadn't even noticed the Pokémon staring at me from one of the other changing rooms...
"So... real wrestling or the acting wrestling?" Came the voice of a stranger. I turned to see a very large Machamp wearing a black/gold singlet. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked in confusion. He replied "You heard me, do you fight in PFF or entertain in PWE?" "Err... Neither" I answered, stunning the bulky Pokémon. "Huh? Oh sorry! I thought you were wearing wrestling gear!" He laughed, taking sitting down on one of the seats nearby the mirror. "Haha! No, I'm just wearing these for swimming" I informed the stranger. He smiled and took a seat by the mirror so he could tie up his wrestling boots. "So, are you a real wrestler or an entertainer?" I asked, avoiding the word 'fake' in case it offended him. "Hehe... Both!" He answered smugly. I turned back to my changing room and changed into my sleeveless jacket and bottoms - When I came back out, the stranger was still tying up his boots. "Crap... Fuck... Aww C'mon!" He kept cursing every time he failed. He looked slightly angry, and then embarrassed when he saw me staring at him. "Need a hand?" I asked the stranger. He looked like he wanted to say no, but still said "Yes... Please..." so I knelt down to his level and began lacing up the boots... Which was actually pretty easy. "So... What's your name?" I asked, trying to de-awkward the situation. "Mason... You?" He retorted. "Kai, Kai Ryder" I replied. "Nice name... How old are you?" He asked. "22..." I answered. He seemed very shocked by this and said "You're older than me? I thought you were like 18 or something!" He commented. That actually was kinda funny. "I'm I thought normal Feraligatrs were like 8 ft tall... I'm 20 by the way" He added as I finished the first boot. "I'm glad I don't need these for PFF fights..." He said, laughing a little. "I have 3 brothers, all 2 ft taller than me, and I'm the second oldest!" I commented, making Mason laugh a little more. "That must mean you're the cutest" He said charmingly. I just blushed and continued to tie up the last remaining laces. "So... What d'ya do for a job?" He asked, actually interested. "I'm an actor... I'm the little one in Pals" I told him. He thought for a second, then realised who I was "Oh my Arceus! You're hilarious!" I smiled and finished the last lace. "All done" I said, pleasing the massive Machamp. "Cheers buddy! I swear I'll help you out in someway..." He thanked and left the room.
I was ready to take my leave when suddenly a voice came from behind "Hey! Are you Kai Ryder?" I turned to see Shiftry wearing a bandanna. "Uh, yeah... Wanna autogr... AGH!" I was interupted as the Shiftry punched me in the stomach and then charged me into the mirror, cracking it and leaving a small trail of blood. He readied a Leaf Blade and held the glowing, razor sharp leaf to my neck. "Your brother owes me quite a healthy sum of money mr Ryder... And someone needs to cough up" He threatened, drawing a little blood from my throat. I coughed and tried to call for help before he "Call for help, and I'll slice your fucking head off" I was panicked and didn't know what to do. I only knew Water Moves and was unable to fight back. I was weak and right now it wasn't helping... "So you little fag, where's this mon-" He was cut off by someone attacking him with what looked like a Dynamicpunch... It was Mason! I was saved by the muscled Pokémon! Ignoring the dazed Shiftry, Mason came to my aid, taking a look at my injuries: A large cut across my face, a smaller one across my neck and a large bruise in my stomach. "Geez... What a fucking asshole! Do want me to take you to the hospital?" Mason asked, concerned greatly. I shook my head. "This would be amazing news for the papers... I don't want that kind of embarrassment..." I spoke, wiping a little blood away from my eye. "Well... Come to my place, I'll help clean you up!" Mason kindly offered. I nodded, pleased at his kindness. I followed him out of the shop, avoiding attention, and he drove me to his place.
It was quite a nice apartment. He opened the my door and helped me out. "Thank you..." I said as he took my hand and lifted me out of his car. We entered the house and I was surprised to see it was only sparsely decorated! There was a coach, a TV, a table... And nothing else in the living room! Not even any pictures or ornaments. The bedroom was situated to the left and the kitchen to the right (Filled only with a kettle, a fridge, a sink and a microwave). It still looked nice though and he took me straight to the bathroom.
Mason took a damp towel and cleaned my face with it. When he finished he moved onto my neck to clean that up too. He then took out a first-aid kit and sprayed my wounds with a Potion. It stung a little, but it was nowhere near as bad as an Energy Root. "That should help the cuts, but I can't help with the bruise..." Mason said, putting away the first-aid kit. "Thank you so much" I said, gently hugging Mason, but wincing at the pain from my bruise. He seemed somewhat shocked by the gesture, but returned the hug "No problem mate"
He asked if I wanted a coffee and I replied "Yes please." He left to the kitchen, still in the singlet. I sat on the coach and looked for a remote for the TV... No luck. I wondered if Mason knew and went to the kitchen to see. I peered in and was about to ask, but then I heard him cursing a few times. He turned a little, revealing a rather large bulge in his lower area... "Crap..." He said one last time before realising that I was by the doorway! "Aww shit! Please! Don't look!" He burst turning to hide the bulge. "Mason... Are you... Attracted by me?" I asked awkwardly... He didn't answer with words - Instead, he turned around, embraced me in his arms and crashed his lips onto mine! I was completely stunned!
After a few awkward seconds he pulled away, cursing again. "Fuck! You're not gay! You don't like me... You don't..." I interupted him midway through his sentance by pulling him down for another kiss, this time, with more passion and lust. The kiss ended and Mason froze. "I think I'm attracted to you too" I teased, winking. Mason grinned wildly and picked me up by my legs and rushed me to the bedroom!
Mason dropped me onto the bed and literally pounced on me with more kisses, using his hands to trace over my body. He then pushed me onto my back, moving closer down my body... Until I yelped when he placed a hand on my bruise! He instantly backed off, apologising "Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean too... I won't be so rough..." I smiled, he smiled, and the love making restarted. He unzipped my sleeveless jacket, revealing my upper body and the bruise. Mason pulled a face when he saw how bad the bruise really was but continued the fun. He traced over my pecs and pinched one nipple. I winced at the pain but it was like a switch which turned me on. I had my hands at the top straps of his singlet, struggling but managing to remove the tight suit of spandex. I removed it down to his waist, hiding only 'The beast'. Mason prevented me from going further and placed a hand at my bottom half. "I want to undress you first..." He slyly said, removing my bottoms and leaving my boxer briefs. He smiled at the bulge that literally screamed "Play with me" and reached a hand down... He hand felt warm around my cock. It was heavenly. Then he played with the head a little before removing my last piece of clothing all-together. He stared at it for seconds before putting his mouth around it. I could have came there and then but I resisted with all my strength! While he was busy, I grabbed the singlet, pulling it down expecting to find his underwear... But there was none, and his cock was half revealed! He stopped pleasuring me and sat up. "Nosey Mr Ryder?" He asked, slowly pulling off the singlet revealing one very long penis. I nearly choked at the size of it! He saw this and grinned proudly. I went ahead and fondled with his balls. His cock reacted to this and erected even more, seemingly to its fullest. "Its never gone that big before..." Mason commented, wide eyed and in lustful bliss. I had been licking my way around to the top of his cock untill I reached the head. Next I took the whole of his cock in (Somehow) and began to deepthroat him. I moved up and down slowly... Then faster... Then faster... Then suddenly he jerked upwards and pushed me onto my side. I winced again at the pain from my bruise but ignored it as Mason looked like he had something special planned... "Want to play a little sex game?" He asked in a sexy tone. "Sure..." I replied as he lay down with his face at my cock and his cock in my face. "We've got to do a sixty-nine and whoever can made the other cum first wins..." I suddenly got excited and agreed to the challenge. Mason started ahead of me, and it was blissful. I started too and tried as best as I could to pleasure to sexy wrestler. After minutes of 'playing' Mason began to moan... Then he moaned louder... And even louder... Before he roared "Fuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeees!" And ejaculated spoonfuls of seed into my mouth. I swallowed and continued to milk him of his last seed. Mason was sweating and seemed slightly disappointed to have lost the challenge. But he carried on and blowed me for a mere few seconds before I ejaculated bowlfuls of seed into his mouth. He swallowed about half of it until have gave up and let my cock ejaculate the rest onto himself and the bed...
"Fuck me..." Mason stated. "I just did!" I joked but he didn't laugh. "How much sperm do you have?" He asked, still in shock. "A lot" I answered cheekily, before moving around to face him properly. "I... Loved that..." Mason said, cupping my face... "And I think I love you..." He added, crashing his lips onto mine for a last time. I could taste my own sperm in his mouth... It was slightly sweet and very spicy... His sperm was much sweeter. The kiss ended and I said "I think I love you too..."
We lay there for hours... Embracing in each other's love... And getting ready for round two!
