Inspired to write one of these after reading some others. I've made a new account specifically for this; we'll see how it goes:

Two Trainers, One Room: Part I

I moaned feebly. I was so hard. So hard. So hard in her mouth. I could hardly remember how we'd ended up like this, but all I knew was that the pleasure rushing through me felt so good. My mind was sick with lust; I wanted to do so many things to her right now, and I shuddered, and I moaned uncontrollably.

I gasped, "So, this is how you became such a strong trainer."

Amusement shone in her gentle green eyes as she looked back at me and intensified her efforts, bobbing up and down.

Pleasure raced through my body and gripped my senses. I trembled, her smooth, soft lips pressing against my gigantic shaft. Somehow, despite the size of my dick, I was balls-deep in her. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was, letting out small excited cries every so often when she came up for air.

My breaths came fast. "I think . . . I think I'm . . . gonna cum," I said. An exhilarating sensation raced up my legs, and a flood of hot semen rushed out of my twelve-inch penis and into her mouth.

I opened my eyes suddenly, my gaze immediately drawn to my cock. I grabbed it. It was no longer so hard, half its erect size, receding and very gooey at the tip. I sighed. Don't get me wrong, wow, it was one hell of a dream, but I wished it hadn't been one; I wished it'd been real. With a real girl.

I blinked. Light coming through the curtains irritated my vision. I threw the top sheet off. I was butt-naked. I liked sleeping in the nude: made me feel more alive— although there were drawbacks (it was usually hard to sleep). Every night temptation would come and whisper to me to stroke myself until I obeyed and unloaded.

I stood up and stretched, admiring myself in my bedroom mirror. My black hair was a mess, and I really needed to shave—or at least trim—my pubes, but what was the point really? I doubted that anyone was going to see them but me, the ways things were going. Honestly I didn't think I looked too bad for a guy my age, and despite how horny I got, I didn't think I was the worst dude in the world. Up close, I even thought my chocolate-brown eyes looked dazzling, but for whatever reason, girls were keener to pursue me in my dreams than real life. (Maybe it was because I had a six-pack there and bigger muscles—oh, and a bigger dick—but I don't know.) But, yeah, so . . . I didn't think I was terrible-looking, yet I was bias and, admittedly, I hadn't had any luck so far.

As I thought of the day to come, I eyed my penis, tempted to thrash one out before I had to go. I had time. Maybe. If I was quick. A grin burst onto my face as I watched myself grip my cock in the mirror and start pumping back and forth.

Groan!

And it wasn't the satisfying kind. I relinquished control of my sword out of alarm and stumbled backwards into bed, as my bedroom door opened slowly. I grabbed the covers and pulled them back to conceal my nudeness.

A woman in her early 50s with short greying hair entered, smiling evilly at me like she knew what she'd interrupted. "Today's the day, Adam!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Mum, I was getting changed!" I yelled. Phew, if she'd seen, that would have been embarrassing. "Knock next time!" I snapped now, frustrated as my sword sheathed itself, becoming flaccid once more.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Yes," she replied awkwardly. "Breakfast's downstairs, dear."

She withdrew, and I considered returning to the task at hand, but since my penis had softened, I didn't have the same resolve as before. I sprayed some deodorant and pulled some briefs on. I went for black jeans next and a short-sleeved t-shirt. I looked casual, and maybe others would, but I wasn't out to impress the Professor just because it would be the first day of our journeys. She could sick my dick, for all I cared.

I picked up my backpack and checked inside, including the secret compartment. The condoms were still there, and the lube. Mum had told me that she wanted me to be prepared, just in case, like she really knew my true nature: a horny, sex-craving deviant. She had given no hint of this, actually, but on my 16th birthday, this had been one of my presents. I blushed as most would if their parent had bought them condoms and lube, but secretly I was thrilled. I even moaned, "Mum . . ." to complete the illusion. And then first chance I got I was back in my room, giving the XL ones (would I lie to you?) a test run.

That memory made me feel a little guilty for being so harsh (I had a lot to be thankful for), but what do you expect, Mum, when you interrupt me like that? You should know to knock by now. I mean, it's bad enough you're making me do this whole journey thing in the first place. Sure, I like Pokémon, but a whole journey—seems a bit much to me. Sophie, my older sister, had completed her years ago, and swore by it, but she was so much more confident, so much more popular than I was that, of course, she'd say how great it was.

I shouldered my backpack and felt a strange pang of sadness as I left the safety, the familiarity of my childhood bedroom and met Mum downstairs again in the kitchen.

"I'm so proud of you for going," she said. "This is going to be such a good experience for you."

I shrugged. "I suppose. Don't know if I'll take part in the gyms or what yet, tho."

Mum smiled. "It's how I met your father, actually. On my journey. Oh, how I wish I could do it all again."

Oh, it all made sense now—that's why she wanted me to go. She'd been thinking of Dad. Well, I guess it's not the worst thing ever: a journey.

I still had to force a smile onto my face, though. "It'd be cool to meet someone out there," I said. But I'm not gonna hold my breath, I almost added, not knowing how wrong I was.

Arms folded, I stood in Professor Magnolia's lab with two other new trainers. Sonia was nowhere in sight, a shame considering she was one of the fittest women in town. The first trainer I recognised. Her name was Freya: blond hair, hazel eyes. Beautiful really. We used to be friends at school, and once she'd drank a bit too much, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me, but I'd barely hit puberty and I was overawed by it all. By the time I'd realised what we could have had, we'd grown apart and she'd moved on.

The other trainer I didn't recognise. Turffield wasn't a very big place, so I knew pretty much everyone who lived here. I presumed she was a new arrival. I scanned her features. I felt a boner growing in my underwear. She reminded me of one of my favourite anime characters. I thought she looked irresistible in her short skirt and her tight-fitting shirt that really made her boobs, even if they were smaller than most, stand out. I pictured what I would do to her if I had a chance, and my thoughts became so wild I had to take a moment to stop and steady myself.

"Who would like to go first?" rasped Professor Magnolia.

The new girl looked like she had something to say, but she wavered, and Freya said, "I will, Professor." She stepped forwards and made her choice quickly, without any hesitation. It was quite impressive, actually. Freya thanked the professor and, without even a glance at me, she walked off. But I give her credit: she doesn't hang around.

Professor Magnolia tapped her cane impatiently. "Adam or Azuna—who's next?"

"I—"

"I don't— sorry," I said to Azuna, for interrupting. "I don't mind."

"Azuna?" invited the Professor, ushering her forwards. "What Pokémon would you like? Sobble or Grookey?"

"Uh . . ." It took her a few moments to make up her mind. She even offered to let me pick first, but I declined since I didn't care much. Besides, since she seemed so visibly nervous, I thought it best to let her decide who she wanted.

Eventually she did. She thanked the professor, then me but avoiding eye contact. She thinks you're not worth it, I thought sadly as she turned away. I felt disappointed. I wanted to learn more about her: the exotic-looking stranger. I really did, and as I picked up the final Poké Ball, Grookey, I was thinking of her instead of how pleased I was to be beginning my journey, feeling like I'd missed an opportunity.

As I left the lab, I was thinking, What the hell do I do now? But I didn't have time to think about it any further because, to my surprise, Azuna was waiting for me outside. I slowed my pace as I walked towards her, not knowing what to say or do.

"Erm, your name's Adam, right?" she asked.

I nodded. It took me a moment to respond: I'd made eye contact and had been drawn into her light brown eyes. Warmth spread through my body. "Yeah," I managed.

"Well"—she shuffled her feet—"I was wondering whether you'd help show me the way to the next town. I only just moved here and I don't really know anyone. I don't know much about this region, honestly. My family sorta wanted this to be a fresh start for all of us."

I took her words in. I ignored my thoughts of how, for once, luck had shined on me. Perhaps, if I could impress her and be helpful, she might actually like me. As I thought it, the prospect dimmed in my head. Yeah, right, I told myself. Why would such a nice girl take a second glance at you?

I tried to smile reassuringly at her, but I wasn't sure if I did it right. "Yeah, sure. I know the way."

Her mouth curved into a smile, and that genuinely made me happy. And it only made her look more cute. I couldn't help but create scenarios in my mind, but I did want to know her better, and perhaps my journey would allow me the chance.

We'd soon made it to Wedgehurst, and by the time we'd boarded the train and arrived in Turffield, it was dark. We didn't talk as much as I would have liked on the way, but I did ask her some questions and found out her parents were from Kalos and Johto, an interesting mix. When we entered Wedgehurst's Pokémon Centre, I asked Nurse Joy about rooms for the night. She checked, double-checked even, but told us that, unfortunately, there was only one room available; Galar was proving popular.

I shrugged, telling Azuna, "You can have it. I'll find somewhere else."

A flash of concern—and something more, something I recognise when I looked myself in the mirror while playing with my junk—appeared on her face, but then it was gone so quickly that I thought my perverted teenage mind had just imagined it. My starved, horny male body was just playing tricks on me.

Azuna paused for a moment, then said, "No, I would feel bad if you had to find someplace else. We'll share the room. We will work something out."

We ate dinner first. But the diner was busy and noisy and chaotic, and that irritated the hell out of me. I didn't get people's love of restaurants. When they're quiet, no worries, but when it's so busy and loud you can barely talk to whoever you're with, then what's the point?

I was a little annoyed that I hadn't managed to ask all the questions I'd noted down on my phone earlier in the day to Azuna, so that only worsened my mood. "You can have the bed," I told her up in the room. "I'll manage with the sofa."

But perhaps she sensed my disappointment, for she gave me a sympathetic look and said, "I'm tired, but we can talk some more tomorrow."

"Yeah," I responded. I turned the TV and searched through the guide, hoping to find something to reduce my worry, my thoughts of her. I really liked her, I realised, and if I didn't share my feelings, if I didn't impress her, she could be lost from me forever—like Freya. I pictured my old friend wistfully. But there was nothing to stop Azuna from travelling by herself once she'd gotten more confident in Galar, and in a few days, I realised she could be all done with me.

I thought about what I could say to her. I urged myself to reveal my feelings, but every time I opened my mouth, I faltered. I hoped she didn't notice—how stupid I must look! I thought. After two reruns of Galar Detective, I figured I'd plucked up the courage. I really was about to tell her, really . . .

Until she told me she was going to get a shower. We'd hardly said anything to each other in that time. We'd both yawned a lot, and as well as picturing Azuna taking off her clothes and running her smooth, gentle hands all over her body in my mind's eye, I was left to disappointingly imagine that she'd head off to sleep before I managed to say anything.

I couldn't help but think about her more. I was fascinated by her. The blood rushed to my penis and the little guy inflated. Instinct willed me on. I glanced at the bathroom door, then the bin. It wasn't far away, but . . . I couldn't see any tissues; there'd be no way for me to tidy up until I got into the bathroom, and there was no chance of making it unnoticed while Azuna was in the room. Then my gaze was drawn to the fresh towels hanging outside the bathroom. I thought about it. My penis quivered in my pants, reminding me he was ready to go. I so am too, I decided. I was just about to stand up and race over when I heard the shower stop.

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck me," I muttered.