What You Mean to Me

by Kadarchy

A collection of Pokémon lemons I'm writing for the fun of it. Make sure to join my Discord if you wanna suggest a Pokemon or Pokemons. Here's the code to join! rFFBBm5

24. Buizel

Male Pokemon x Male Human

. . .

"Mrph…" Carter grunted, looking at his chin in the mirror.

Nothing. It was just as smooth as the rest of his skin, no hair, not even any peach fuzz. He knew that having facial hair for someone his age would be rare, impossible, even, but every ounce of him wanted some. His friends at school had hair on their armpits, and he had maybe one or two poking out there, but overall… smooth as a peach. His chest was just as bare, go figure.

One place that was growing hair, however, was right above his junk. Right at the base of his thing, there were a few spots of dark blondish-brown hair poking their way out, which gave him at least some confidence that his body was like everyone else's.

With a grunt, he hopped off of the stepping stool he was on - maybe one day, he wouldn't need one to see himself in the mirror, but as it was, he was only just above four feet tall or so.

He pulled on his pair of blue boxer briefs when they got caught on something hard. With a small sigh, Carter pulled them down again, looking at his member as it throbbed hard in the open air. It seemed like just a few days ago it had started doing this, but he didn't know why. Had he done something wrong? He had eaten all his vegetables, done all his homework, done everything his parents and teachers had told him, yet…

It throbbed again.

"Go down, will you?" He angrily exclaimed, flicking the tip of it.

He grunted in pain after his finger connected, grimacing, and shaking his head. It always came up at the worst of times, too. Car rides with his mum or dad, during lunch at school, it even got hard like this when he was talking to his grandmother. His grandmother. What was wrong with him?

With a sigh, he pulled his boxer briefs up and over his hard thing, shoving it down as he pulled up his jeans, which were thankfully a size too big for him. The one thing that saved him on multiple occasions have been the jeans he wore now, their bagginess the key to his salvation. They had become his favorite pair, and he'd wear them for weeks before his mum got around to washing them. The best part about them, however, was that they unzipped at the knee, turning into shorts whenever it was too hot, or too wet, to wear jeans.

With his jeans and socks on, he pulled a plain, soft, gray t-shirt on, unlocked the bathroom door, and was immediately stopped in his tracks. Standing in front of him was a rather tall Pokemon staring back up at him with his black eyes. When Carter tried to move past him, he leaned in the direction he was going. He did the same in the opposite direction, too. Carter frowned as he looked down at this creature.

He feigned going to his right, twirling around his left and dashing past him, down the hall and down the carpeted stairs as he giggled in delight, the Buizel, his best friend in the whole wide world in close pursuit. Just as he made it on the last step, the Pokemon crashed down in front of him, his tail slowing down to a quick wag; the cheater had flown down the stairs!

"No fair!" Carter pouted, faking a frown as he walked past him.

"Bui?" The Pokemon questioned as he watched Carter storm into the living room.

He flung himself face first into a pillow, not moving from that spot as Buizel jogged over to him. He had to keep the pillow close to his face to ensure the Pokemon didn't see the wide smile that was spread across his face.

"Bui? Bui? Bui? Bui? Buizel!" He said, sniffing Carter's neck with his wet nose in very ticklish spots.

"Cut it out, Finn!" Carter choked as he laughed hard, pushing Finn away.

He sat up, looking at the Pokemon as it gave a smug looking smirk, crossing his arms. The Buizel certainly looked victorious, but something inside of Carter wouldn't let that stand. Finn was only half a foot shorter than him, a gigantic specimen of his species for sure, and they weighed around the same, but Carter tackled the Pokemon all the same, digging his fingers into the Pokemon's armpits, tickling him there as he convulsed with laughter. After a few seconds, he moved over to right below his neck, above the large yellow collar around his throat, tickling him mercilessly.

He was roughly shoved off, landing on his belly, thankful that there was a carpet there to cushion his fall a bit. Carter wasn't alone for long; Buizel crawled on top of him, digging his own little fingers into the boy's neck. He had his trainer right where he wanted him; straddling his chest, hands making him cry from laughter. After he felt Carter had learned his lesson, Finn sat up and back on him, that smug look still on his face.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" Carter squeaked as he gasped for air.

"Buizel?"

"Okay! Fine, you win!" He muttered, crossing his arms, and looking away, smiling like an idiot.

"Bui…" Finn murmured as he laid down on the boy, snuggling under his chin as he hugged him.

"Aww, you big idiot." Carter murmured as he hugged the Pokemon back, running his hand on the top of his bright rust colored tuft of hair.

"You two are so cute sometimes, you know that?" A wonderfully familiar voice sang.

Carter looked up to see his mother, a woman he loved considerably. She was the tallest person he knew, always wore the prettiest dresses, and had long, dark hair that draped and flowed down to the middle of her back. The thing that Carter loved most of all, however, were her incredibly sharp blue eyes, and the fact that she was once a skilled Pokemon Trainer.

It was something she told stories of when he was younger, her adventures with her Pokemon, the battles she had with them and the things she went through before meeting Carter's father. They had put him and Finn to sleep many times at bedtime.

"It's his fault! He cheated!" Carter said, pushing Finn off of him and sitting up, pulling his legs into a cross legged arrangement. Finn said his name a couple of times before getting on his lap, sitting right on his thing.

"Any idea what you're going to do today?"

"N-not really." Carter said, uncomfortably aware of his growing hardness.

"Buizel!" Finn exclaimed, looking back at him. Had he felt him? Oh, shoot… he had to get him off quick.

"O-oh, yeah, me and Finn were gonna go to the river."

"More swimming?" His mother bemusedly asked. "Didn't you go yesterday? And the day before?"

"And the day before that, and the day before that!" Carter exclaimed, hugging Finn, and rolling back on the ground with him, giggling wildly. "I wish I was a Pokemon, I could swim all day!"

"Buizel!" Finn eagerly shouted, wiggling out of his grip.

He scurried up on his hind legs before sitting down, glancing down at Carter, who met his gaze. The two made eye contact for what felt like ages before Finn reached down, booping Carter's nose before dashing away. Carter yelped in delight as he gave chase, nearly toppling over his mother as he ran after the Pokemon. The two ran around the halls for tens of seconds before they bolted out of the door and into the back yard.

His mum yelled something about being back before the sun set, they had maybe an hour or so to swim, maybe more. The time they had didn't matter to Carter, he was too focused on catching Finn to boop his nose to worry about something like that. The Pokemon was quick, however, dashing round and round trees and bushes until it made him dizzy. It didn't help that his jeans were a size or so too big, and he'd constantly have to stop to hike them up before running back after Finn.

After a few minutes of giving chase, Carter stopped, finally winded. He rested his hands on his knees as he panted for air, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto his shirt. Summer was certainly upon them. Finn waddled back to him, cautiously keeping his distance as he made sure Carter was okay.

"Bui? Buizel?" Finn asked, poking his head in Carter's direction.

"It's okay, I just need a second." He said, wiping the sweat away again. "Too hot. Let's go to the river now."

"Bu!" Buizel exclaimed, hopping up and down in excitement. He waddled over to Carter, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him along.

The two made their way to the small hill that led down to a rushing, gushing river, maybe thirty feet across, and breathed in the smell of river water. It wasn't bad, but a little stinky, in Carter's opinion. The water was a brownish-yellow, and once you got in, you couldn't see much, and there were certain areas that were no-go zones due to the rusty fish hooks lazy fishermen left behind when they got snagged. The river was close to home, though, so he couldn't complain much.

They half walked, half fell down the hill, eventually making their way to the small shore, maybe a foot wide. Carter took his shirt and his dirty socks off, wincing at the reprimands he knew his mother would be giving him later on. After unzipping his pants at the knee, he pulled the extra fabric off and ran into the water, catching up with Buizel, who didn't need to take clothing off to swim.

The water was warm, almost hot today, which was awesome. It let Carter, who didn't have much in the way of body fat, to swim for a longer time without being freezing cold after a few minutes. It was up to his belly button, maybe an inch above in the deepest spot, and flowed rather quickly, but Finn had proven long ago that he'd be there if Carter ever got in trouble. The sand and dirt below squished between his toes whenever he stood up, and Carter always had to be careful for rocks or other sharp things he could cut himself on, but it was some of the best fun he could have, and the only way he'd want to spend this summer. Swimming.

Carter noticed that he was alone, Finn had swam off somewhere further downstream. Or was it upstream? He looked around the water for a few minutes before finding a rock and sitting down on it, wiping his face off and sighing. His mind went back to the living room when Finn was on his lap.

Had he felt him? It would have made that wide eyed, gawking expression a bit easier to understand. It had been easy to act like nothing had happened, but the two of them knew what went on. The mere fact that it had gotten hard so quick when Finn had sat on him had scared Carter more than he knew.

With a grunt, he stood upwards, and almost immediately went down again. His world became brown and fast, he couldn't breathe. Carter grunted in pain as his back scraped against a rock but was unable to cry like he so desperately wanted to. He was pushed into a fallen tree by the quick water and grabbed it with all of his might. His head was just above the water, but every few seconds or so, whenever he tried to scream for Finn, a gush of its foul taste filled his mouth, causing him to spit and sputter.

Suddenly, he felt hands on his feet pushing him upright. The help made it possible to hug the tree even further up, enough to be able to gasp for air and scream in sheer panic. Even when he was upright in the chest-high water and standing on his feet, Carter couldn't do anything but shake and cry out for Finn, tears streaming down his face.

"Buizel! Buizel!" Finn cried out, surfacing next to him, grabbing onto the tree.

"Finn!" Carter cried, grabbing the Pokemon and pulling him tight as he held on to the tree with the other arm. Finn hugged him back as Carter sobbed, saying his name over and over again as he soothed the poor boy. "I-I-I thought-thought I w-was g-g-gonna die!"

"Bu…" Finn soothed, rubbing his shoulder. "Buizel!"

Carter looked down as the tears stung his eyes. Finn was pointing down the tree, towards the shore. He looked down at Finn, nodding and sniffling.

"Can you help me?" He asked, smiling when Finn nodded.

Carter took little baby steps along the squishy sand and dirt that had brought so much enjoyment to him mere minutes ago, holding onto the tree so hard that his arms and chest ached. Inch by inch the two of them went, Finn under the water of the rushing rapids, holding his ankles and helping him walk. When the two made it onto the shore, Carter hugged his legs close against his body, shivering as he looked out at the river. Finn leaned against Carter's chest and was quickly hugged tight.

"Buizel?" He asked, looking up at Carter, who was trying his best not to cry in front of his best friend.

"O- y-yeah?" Carter asked, wiping his runny nose on his arm when he looked down.

"Bui?" Finn rubbed Carter's shoulder as he gave a kind look.

"T-thank you…" Carter hugged him tighter, taking a deep, shuddering breath, and let go.

"B-Buizel?!" Finn suddenly exclaimed, wriggling out of Carter's grasp, giving him a scared look.

"W-what?"

"Buizel! Bui!" Finn pointed to Carter's waist, and the boy followed his pointing digit to see that he was without clothing.

Completely. He was naked in front of Finn.

"I-I guess the-they came off when I…" Carter looked back at the water and shivered. After a few seconds he looked back, smiling worriedly. "Do you think you can go in and find 'em?"

"Bui?"

"Well, they gotta be somewhere in there!" Carter motioned towards the rushing water. "A-and you can swim a lot faster than I can."

After a few seconds of thought, Finn nodded, walking over to Carter, and giving him one last hug before he dashed into the water. With a slight, throbbing pain in his back, Carter sat up and leaned against a small cliff of dirt, but quickly winced, getting up. He pulled his legs on top of one another, sitting cross legged and covering his groin as he watched the water flow by. There was some splashing off in the distance, he hoped Finn was okay.

The Pokemon was the best swimmer he knew, no doubt about it, but something about this water made Carter weary. It would be a long time, he figured, before he would be able to swim in it again without being scared of falling. At least Finn was there for him. At least he had that.

Carter waited for what seemed like hours for Finn to come back. He wondered just how far his clothing was down stream, come to think of it, how did they come off in the first place? His jeans were loose, sure, but his underwear? The more he thought of it, the more it didn't make sense, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by Finn surfacing from the water, wet clothing bundled in his arms.

Finn approached him, but Carter made no move towards reaching out. He was too scared that Finn would see him to even think about moving his hands, which were clutching and hiding his thing. The Pokemon approached, confusedly cocking his head to one side as he held out the clothing.

"Bui?" He asked, holding them out and giving them a good shake. Didn't Carter realize he had his clothing?

"C-Can you close your eyes?" Carter asked, his breath shaking.

"Bu...Buizel?" Finn asked, giving him an odd look before obeying.

With some hesitation, Carter reached out to grab his clothing, keeping a watchful eye on Finn. He was just about to take them when his Pokemon opened them, and they were instantly drawn to his member.

"Keep 'em closed!" Carter frantically screamed, his voice cracking as his hands shot back to his groin, cupping and hiding his stuff so hard that it hurt him.

"Bui! Buizel!" Finn exclaimed, frowning. He dropped the wet bundle of clothing, walking over to Carter once they plopped to the ground.

The boy was shaking, obviously it had something to do with his dick, Finn realized. He sat down on the clothing as Carter watched and motioned towards his entire body, trying to convey that he was naked, so Carter shouldn't have a problem with his nakedness either.

"W-what?" Carter asked, holding his groin even tighter to his body.

"Buizel!" Finn exclaimed, standing, and putting his hands on his hips, thrusting his pride out into the air for him to see.

Carter's eyes were drawn to something he had always known of, but never tried to see; Finn's privates. He looked away, at first, but as he held his own, they started to get a little hard. Some odd feeling in his chest made him want to look, and he didn't stop his eyes from drifting down to his stuff again.

Finn had this odd little mound of flesh, kind of like a small orange tube that ran up from his nuts, which were equally as orange. They weren't as small as Carter expected them to be. As he looked, he felt himself getting harder and harder, but he kept shoving it down. Finn didn't seem to have the same problem he was having.

"Umm… they're nice?" Carter offered, looking up at the confident Buizel.

"Bui?" Finn asked, pointing to Carter's groin.

"You um… mine?" Finn eagerly nodded, getting on his knees and leaning on Carter's leg. It felt like his eyes were boring holes in his waist. "O-okay, here goes."

Carter apprehensively let his length go, watching as Finn's eyes lit up. His thing bobbed up and down, getting harder than he had ever felt it as Finn watched it, whose mouth was in a shocked "O," shape. He began to feel uncomfortable, and covered himself again, looking down as Finn questioned him.

"I just… it feels… weird. You looking." Carter murmured, a shiver running up his back.

"Bui?" Finn asked, leaning back on his tail, and pointing to his own hidden member.

"You-you… you'd let me see it?" He asked, his heart beating quicker.

Finn nodded, a small, warm smile stretching across his lips.

"O-okay, yeah. Let's see it!" Carter said, giggling.

"Buizel." Finn pointed to his groin.

"O-oh, um…" Carter blushed a bit as he removed his hands from his throbbing length.

Finn smiled at him before looking down, beginning to rub his balls again. Carter watched, completely embarrassed, as a small, red tip poked out of the bundle of orange fur. His eyes grew wide as Finn's member rapidly grew; the fur being stretched out of the way as it got hard. It was so red, so odd looking. As Finn rubbed himself, Carter looked down at his thing, then back up at Finn's own. So… weird.

After a minute or so of being stared at, Carter watched as Finn sat back down on the soaking wet clothing, his legs spread wide open, his odd member twitching in the air. Carter's heart was racing; he knew this was wrong, he knew that he shouldn't be doing this, but something about it was just… well, it wasn't a bad thing he was feeling. Just a rush as his heartbeat.

"I-It's pretty um… why is it so red?" Carter asked, pointing.

"Buizel." Finn responded, shrugging.

"Huh…" Carter murmured, unable to look away. "Can I… can I t-touch it? Please?"

Finn smiled, quickly nodding, and getting up. Carter's eyes grew wide as he walked over, sitting on his knee, and spreading his legs wide open. At a snail's pace, Carter reached over, his thing throbbing harder as he looked at Finn, as he thought about what he was going to feel like. Something inside of him really liked this, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was so, so wrong.

He made contact, grabbing Finn's member in the palm of his hand. It was warm. Wet. Slimy. It even shook in his hand. Carter looked up to see a heavy blush on Finn's face, no, his thing wasn't shaking, Finn was.

"Does… does it feel good?" He asked, looking back down.

"Bu…" Finn whimpered as Carter held him.

"Huh." Carter said, letting go. He wiped his hand on his thigh before looking up at him. "Can you… maybe touch mine?"

Finn nodded, reaching down, and putting a paw on his throbbing tip, gently moving down his small length. Carter was hesitant, at first, tensing at the touch before a fierce shiver spread throughout his body. It was weird, he felt weird, this was weird. The soft touch made that voice in his chest throw him over the edge, and panic overtook him. With a grunt, he pushed Finn off of him, pushing away with his legs until he was a few feet away from him. He sat up, looking a little hurt.

"Buizel?!" Finn exclaimed, frowning a bit.

"I'm sorry, it's just…" Carter shook his head, looking down. "I… I don't… know. Let's just go home."

"Bu." Finn muttered, crossing his arms, and looking away from Carter.

He pulled on his soaking wet pants, grimacing as they clung to his legs. Finn must have gone back to the shore they had arrived at, because his shirt, thoroughly sandy and wet, was also there, as well as his two pant legs. The shirt clung to his back, making him shiver and wince from the slight pain he felt.

There was no way he was going to cross the river, none at all, but the surrounding woods was just that; trees, trees, and more trees, and this river led to who knows where in Galar. He'd have to cross at one point.

"Finn?" Carter asked, suddenly aware of just how small his voice sounded.

"Bui?" He didn't look mad at him, just… sad.

"Is there any calm water around here, maybe downstream?" He asked, looking down. Something about looking Finn in the eyes just… felt wrong.

"Buizel, Bui!" Finn cheerfully said, waddling up to Carter and grabbing his hand, pulling him towards the water.

Carter resisted, at first, fearfully looking at the water as it rushed by, but Finn's calm, reassuring voice never left his ear, his warm, tight grip on his palm never loosened, and before he knew it, the two were on the opposite side of the water, but he was soaking wet and shivering in fear.

He looked down at Finn, who was happily looking up at him. Carter wondered if he was still mad at him. He hoped Finn wasn't, the Pokemon was his best friend, but… something about what they were doing had just felt wrong. It felt… off. They had been friends since Carter was six years old, and it just… hurt him to think Finn was mad at him.

"H-hey Finn?" Carter asked once they were at the top of the hill.

"Buizel?" He responded, whipping around, and smiling up.

"I'm uh… I'm sorry." He pulled Finn into a deep hug, even if he didn't want it, even if he never wanted one again, he hugged him. Carter almost began to cry again when he felt Finn wrap his arms around him, hugging him back tightly.

After a few more long seconds of the wonderful embrace, Finn pulled away, looking at Carter as he held his hands. With a call of his name, he jumped up and booped Carter on the nose, quickly dashing back towards the house. Carter was left in the dust as he grinned, surprised that Finn still wanted anything to do with him, and it wasn't long before he gave chase.

That bad feeling that had filled his chest minutes ago was gone, replaced by the wonderful, absolute joy as he ran after Finn, laughing and giggling as he followed the Pokemon. Finn was only a half foot shorter than he was, and was easily able to run away from him, but not for long. Carter tackled the nearly out of breath Pokemon, bringing him to the ground. He held his arms down, laughing triumphantly as he straddled his belly.

"Gotcha." Carter smugly said, leaning down and pressing his nose against Finn's own wet nostrils. He sat up, sputtering after a long, wet tongue licked his lips, wiping the saliva away with a grimace. After looking at the perpetrator, his heart grew soft; as much as he wanted to yell at him, to scold him, those innocent eyes, that sly smile, that hardness against his rear…

Wait…

Carter looked back, his eyes growing wide when he saw Finn's arousal. He quickly rolled off the Pokemon and got up, looking at him as he sat up, a fierce, ashamed blush on his face. The words wouldn't, or couldn't, leave his mouth, all he could do was gawk. This was the second time he had seen Finn's thing, yet it made him just as nervous, even more so now that he was in their backyard.

"Hey, um… let's go see if mum made something to eat, yeah?" Carter nervously chuckled as he walked backwards.

Finn sadly nodded and got up, his excitement slowly leaving him as he walked beside Carter. He opened the door and made room as Finn walked past him, shutting it behind and swallowing the saliva that the literal mouth-watering smell of the ramen his mother made assaulted his senses. It was probably the best dinner his mother could make, in his opinion. A rich stock, chicken and pork that had been soaked in a marinade, green onions, garlic, and ginger, half-boiled eggs, also marinated in the marinade, tender, delicious noodles…

It was a perfect dinner in every sense of the word.

"Hey, look who's back!" His mum's cheerful voice rang out. "Dinner's gonna be ready soon, why don't you get changed and come back down?"

"O-okay." Carter quietly said as he shuffled past his mum.

Something about this day just… didn't sit right with him. The dinner was definitely awesome, but a lot had happened that he needed time alone to process, time alone from Finn and his parents. Time with himself, so he could find out, or at least process, the day's events.

Finn was on the couch, either sleeping or pretending to do so. Carter didn't want to wake him, so he quietly slipped past him and went up the stairs. It was easy to be quiet when the floor was carpet, and he was able to slip into his room without the notice of the Pokemon.

Once inside, he took his wet shirt off, flinging it next to the laundry hamper - his mum would be sure to yell at him later on - and proceeded to remove his jeans, shivering a bit. It was cold in his room, and certain areas were still pretty wet a d sandy. Certain stupid areas…

"Why are you… just… stop, will 'ya?!" Carter angrily half screamed, half whispered at his groin. It softly throbbed in response. "Whatever."

He took a towel out of the hamper, drying himself off, scrubbing that annoying area off harder than other areas to punish it. If it weren't so eager to pop up whenever he wasn't in his room, maybe he'd like it more, but as it was, it was a pain in his butt.

And… and it had gotten him in a bit of a pickle with Finn. Everything that had happened was an accident, sure, but if his thing hadn't been so eager to spring up when Finn was hugging him, then they'd probably still be swimming! As it was now, though, Carter was tired, hungry, and his back was quietly throbbing in pain. All he wanted to do was eat bowl after bowl of ramen and go to bed with Finn, no funny stuff at all. Just sleep.

But…

But… he had liked it, hadn't he? That soft, silent voice in the deepest recesses of his mind, that subtle pressure he felt pushing against his chest, that warm, fuzzy feeling that flashed across his face, his racing heart… all of it had been fun, right? Not bad, not uncomfortable, heck, when Finn had put his hand on his thing, those voices were screaming at him to let the Pokemon have his way with him, to let him touch where only doctors and his parents were allowed to touch. To rub him, even though he didn't know why he wanted to be rubbed.

Carter's heart began to race a bit faster, he checked the door to see if it was still locked; it was. He slid his shorts and boxer briefs down around his ankles once he had sat on his bed and got a good look at… whatever this thing was called. None of his friends at school talked about it, and he didn't want to ask his parents what the whole deal with it was.

What it was, was annoying. It was hard again, gently throbbing in the open, cool air of his bedroom. He reached down, touching it like Finn had; it was soft, soft like his belly on the underside, and a bit rougher on the top, like his arm or a finger was. There was skin the color of the rest of his thing covering his tip; he knew to make sure to wash under it when taking a bath, but never took a good hard look at it. He pulled the skin down, revealing a tip that was a bit bigger than the surrounding flesh. It was a different color, a whole lot more soft and sensitive, and squishy. A small, tiny slit that his pee came out of could be stretched apart a bit, but he couldn't look down it a whole lot. Carter put his hand under it, and it came up maybe an inch above his middle finger.

Finn's wasn't anything like his. His was a lot bigger than Carter's was, it was a deep shade of red, almost like an apple, or a strawberry, and didn't have the tip like he did. It was stored in what looked like a bundle of flesh, and popped out pretty quickly, getting hard in a matter of seconds, almost like his own did. In terms of balls, Finn was also the victor, with his looking like they'd snugly fit in his hand, while Carter's own barely filled up half of his. Finn's thing was also warm and very slimy, while his was dry and just a bit cooler.

If he was honest with himself, Carter really wanted to call Finn up in his room, wanted to see him again, wanted him to touch his thing, even though it felt odd, even though it felt wrong. He got up, walked to his door, and opened it, but just stood there, looking out into the hallway, unable to say anything, unable to call his best friend. All he managed to do was stand there, mouth open, forming words his voice wouldn't give volume to.

With a nervous, shuddering sigh, Carter shut the door, leaning against it. The stiffness between his legs was gone now, his thing was a lot smaller, more manageable, almost like a noodle. He hiked up his underwear and shorts, taking another deep breath before he opened the door. Thankfully, Finn wasn't there this time around, wasn't around to tease him or block his way.

Carter thundered down the stairs, unable to bring himself to look to see if Finn was lazily lounging around on the couch. The table was all set with four bowls of the delicious ramen, two bowls on each side of the table. They were filled with the aroma and product of the hard work and love his mother had put into them, but Carter knew better than to dig in before everyone else was sitting down.

"Finn!" His mum called as she pulled out a seat for the Pokemon, the seat beside Carter.

The clattering of the Pokemon could be heard as he jumped off the couch, running on all fours to the table and almost slamming into the chair headfirst. Carter was going to help him up the chair, but Finn was up before he had a chance to. It made him a little sad; helping Finn up was something he had done since he was six or so. It was their thing.

The backdoor opened, and Carter could hear his dad, a short, portly man thirty-six years of age, enter and kick his large boots off. His dad worked at a Pokemon breeding center, where, according to him, he helped the Pokemon make eggs. His smiling, bearded face always made Carter chuckle to himself; his shiny bald head made it look like someone had slapped the hair off his head and onto his face.

"Hey hun." He said, sitting down and giving his wife a kiss.

Gross.

"Did they make a lot of eggs today?" Carter asked, fork in hand.

"Oh yeah." His dad answered, picking up the fork, impaling a discolored egg, spinning it around. "Hundreds, if not thousands. Millions, even."

Carter laughed a bit, but his ravenous hunger overtook him, and he quickly dug into the meal like a boy possessed. The pork, the chicken, the egg, the everything just… he couldn't help the shudder as he set his fork down on the empty bowl. He preemptively nodded when his mum began to speak, asking him if he wanted another bowl. The second one went down just as fast as the first one, but this time, he was stuffed. Looking over at Finn, he saw that the Pokemon had eaten maybe half of his food; he didn't look too hungry. His mother also noticed, motioning with her fork once she had eaten its contents.

"Is everything okay with the two of you?" She asked, setting the fork down.

"Yeah! I just um… we - I fell in the river today."

"Oh! Are you okay?"

"I think so, but it was pretty scary. He saved my life." Carter said, looking over at Finn and smiling.

"Well, thank you, Finn." His mum said, smiling over at the Pokemon.

"Buizel!" He said, puffing his chest out pridefully.

Once dinner was finished, Carter and Finn headed upstairs to his room, where the two cuddled up in bed with a story book. That feeling, that deep pit in his stomach, that wasn't there anymore. What they were doing - Carter reading to Finn - was an almost sacred ritual the two did every day and had done every day since he could read.

It might have been just some book, but to him, it was everything. It was time he was able to spend with his best friend without worrying about what others thought of him, without worrying of school or homework, or bullies in school. All he did was read and point at pictures as he snuggled with his best friend in the whole wide world.

After the chapter had been read, Carter closed the book, looking down at Finn, who was sound asleep on his arm, sucking on his paw softly. It got a small smile out of him, and he carefully leaned over, putting the book on the bedside table, and turning the light out. He laid back with his friend and shut his eyes, snuggling tight against the warm Pokemon.

The more he tried to go to sleep, however, the more his mind kept him awake. Thoughts of what happened replayed through his young mind, of slipping and falling, of the heart-sinking feeling that came from being under the water. He grew cold just thinking about it, how much he struggled for air, how his struggles rewarded him with more rushing water. He wondered what would have happened if Finn wasn't there. Would he have died? Drowned?

It scared him to think about that.

He had to think of the gasps of air that came once Finn had saved him, however. How that wonderful feeling spread through his body, even as water rushed past him, wanting to push him down the river further, wanting to swallow him up. Looking over at Finn, he couldn't stop the sting of tears that welled up in his eyes.

"Thanks, buddy." He whispered, hugging him.

Finn stirred, but was still soundly asleep. He rubbed his fur, his soft, warm fur, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Carter didn't know why, but he ran his hand down further and further until he felt Finn's lump, felt his balls. They were warm, hot, almost, and incredibly soft. The Pokemon stirred again, causing him to remove his hands in a flash.

What was he thinking!?

This was wrong, so, so wrong! Finn was asleep, he couldn't be doing this! Carter kept his curious hands where he could see them, pursing his lips in disappointment when he felt that thing between his legs grow stiff again. Touching Finn must make his own thing stiff, which was a little… odd?

Finn was his best friend, his Pokemon, hell, Finn was his brother in a sense. Yet the prospect of touching him didn't make him feel bad anymore, didn't make him feel apprehensive or alarmed. He… wanted Finn? He was fairly sure, at least, that he wanted to do something with him, but doubt still raced around his mind. Would Finn still want him? Would he freak out again, or try and accept his Pokemon's gentle touches? Carter leaned back on his pillow, hand on Finn, and thought about it until he couldn't think about it anymore.

. . .

A harsh beam of sunlight was what awoke Carter.

He frowned, looking around in his tired delirium as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Finn wasn't in his arms anymore, in fact, he wasn't even in the room. Carter was a little glad, getting out of bed and was immediately greeted by a large dark spot on his boxer briefs. What?

"C'mon, really?" He angrily scolded himself, frowning.

He hadn't pee'd in the bed for a long time, maybe five years or so. Finn had really helped him out back then, somehow always knowing before he had an accident and waking him up. But now… wait…

There was no way this was pee. There was no foul smell in the room, there was way too little of it, and his sheets were dry. Carter's eyes grew wide as he wondered what this was, quickly going to the door, shutting, and locking it. He took his underwear off and held them up, giving a hesitant sniff to the wet spot; it didn't really smell like much, he was barely able to make out a metallic smell, like pennies. He looked down at his thing, seeing that it was also wet and slightly sticky looking. When he touched it, he tensed up; it felt extremely sensitive.

"Well… huh." He shrugged slightly, burying the underwear deep in his laundry, hoping his mum didn't see it when she washed it.

Carter slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, more boxer briefs, as well as the shorts he had been wearing last night at dinner. They were comfy, fit him well, and there were no fussy zippers or buttons he had to undo when he relieved himself, just a tug down.

Once he finished in the bathroom, Carter made his way downstairs, quickly polishing off a bowl of cereal, and joining Finn on the couch. He was watching the television, specifically a documentary on Buizels and Floatzels. Documentaries weren't really Carter's thing, but Finn seemed really into it, and he couldn't blame him.

In the wild, both Buizels and Floatzels were super cool; Floatzels were considered guardian angels, hanging around ocean and lake ports. They would follow the boats out to open water and, if disaster struck, rescue the crew, either by bringing them to the life rafts, or by bringing them each back, one by one, to the shore. In return, they were given fish or other treats.

Buizels, on the other hand, usually just observed people and Pokemon, inflating the sac around their neck and going along with the water to conserve energy while they hunted. Whenever they spotted prey, or something of interest, they would use their tails to close the gap within seconds, catching it nearly every time.

Finn seemed especially interested when they talked about Buizels, getting off the couch and standing mere inches from the TV's screen and rocking on his heels as he watched. The documentary started to discuss families, about how, typically, female Floatzels would mate with male Buizels, but Carter's attention wasn't on their mating rituals and behaviors. No, his eyes were glued to the small Buizel wildly humping a Floatzel as the larger Pokemon carried him on her stomach, lazily floating down a river. She had such a relaxed, pleasured look on her face that it made Carter a little stiff.

There was an infographic that popped up, showing the anatomy of a male Buizel, all sorts of labels that Carter quickly read. Penis. Scrotum. Testes. Prostate. Not before long, the graph was gone, replaced with the female Floatzels anatomical chart, and there were more words. Vagina, genital slit, clitoris, uterus, ovary, and many others he couldn't understand.

After that infodump, the narrator jumped to something else, much to Carters, and, apparently, Finn's, disappointment. As the voice droned on about eggs, Finn turned around, a small blush on his face.

"Well, I um…" Carter began, nervously chuckling. "I guess that's some good information."

"Buizel…" Finn murmured, nodding as he walked back to the couch.

The two finished watching the documentary together well into the afternoon. It had already been pretty late in the morning when Carter had woken up, but it was easily two in the afternoon when they finished it. If he had been honest with himself, Carter had really wanted to see more Buizel on Floatzel action, but what he got was what he got.

Something else was just about to play when his mum walked into the living room. The two looked up, watching as she furrowed her nose in slight disgust. She bent over, giving Carter a quick sniff, nodding, and turning to Finn, who smiled innocently as she looked at him.

"Carter?" She asked, looking over at him.

"Bath time?" He asked, grinning.

"Oh yeah." She agreed, nodding. "Like, now."

"Okay, okay. C'mon Finn." Carter said, getting off the couch with a huff.

Bathing Finn had been something that had been his responsibility ever since he had first gotten him as a six-year-old. It hadn't always been easy, but up until a year ago, Carter had always taken baths with the Pokemon. He didn't know why exactly, maybe it was just something about wanting privacy, but he still bathed Finn. That much hadn't changed.

He went into his room really quick, grabbing a bottle of Pokemon Shampoo and a hairbrush and walked into the bathroom, where Finn was eagerly waiting in the tub. He was bouncing on his heels, grinning widely as he waited for Carter to turn the water on. Finn called his name gleefully as water poured, quickly filling the tub, and giving him something to swim around in. Carter watched with a grin on his face as Finn made small laps, energetically swimming back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, Carter called him over, thoroughly soaked from his splashes. He sat on a small stool as Finn hung over the side of the tub, and gently massaged in some of the soap. It smelled pretty nice, kind of like flowers and berries. This was, Carter assumed, the reason Finn loved baths so much; the full body rub down.

"So." Carter said as he ran his soapy fingers through Finn's scalp, scratching him softly.

"Bui?" He asked, his eyes still shut tight.

"I um…" Carter gulped. How was he going to tell Finn his dirty little secret?

"Buizel?"

"About yesterday…" Finn grew quiet, the smile on his face dropping. "I don't want… I don't want… um…" Fuck, how was he supposed to say something like this? "I… You… Me… Um… Can-canwedostuffagain?" He said in one extremely fast blurb.

"Buizel? Bui?" Finn asked. He looked a little silly raising his eyebrows with his eyes closed, but that was the last thing on Carter's mind.

"Like… you know?" He pleaded, his heart thumping in his chest. "T-touch me again?"

Finn didn't say anything, instead slipping down into the murky water. Carter's heart sank as his hands fell slowly to the edge of the tub, and he looked down for any sign of life. Finn couldn't stay in the water forever, could he? It felt like an eternity of being judged by him, Carter could hardly stand it.

Suddenly, Finn dashed out of the water and up to Carter's lips, giving him a quick, loving lick before diving back down, splashing the murky water all over him. Carter laughed and yelped in surprised confusion, wondering what the lick exactly meant. Finn surfaced again, leaning on the tub, and looking up at him with a sparkling light seemingly glimmering in his eyes. He beckoned for Carter to get in the tub.

"You… want me to get in?" Carter asked, under the impression that they wouldn't be doing stuff in there. Finn, however, nodded. "Um… alright."

He stood up, taking his soaking wet shirt off and tossing it into the sink with a wet splat. His heart was racing as he slipped his shorts and boxer briefs off with one fell swoop, kicking them off and across the small bathroom. Carter realized the door was still open and quickly shut it behind him, locking it as he breathed a sigh of nervous relief.

"Bui?" Finn asked, making him jump slightly.

"Y-yeah, I'm coming." Carter responded. He looked at the water and grimaced a bit.

It was murky white and didn't really smell all that good. He knelt down, flipping the switch to release the water. As the water drained, he felt eyes on him, eyes on his rear. He looked over at Finn, nervously smiling as the last of the murky whiteness left and nodded. Carter plugged the drain again, turning the water on full blast. As it barreled out of the drain, he stepped in the tub, thankful for the wide berth Finn gave him as he sat down, leaning down on the incline as warm, almost hot water filled the tub.

His feet were maybe a foot from touching the other side of the tub, giving Finn enough space to sit down, looking at his nude trainer. Carter nervously looked at Finn, unsure of what to do. He could already see his friend's arousal poking up out of the water, small, slight, taut throbs making ripples in the water. Just looking at it silently made Carter's own thing get stiff, uncomfortably so.

"I just… before you do anything…"

"Bui?"

"Do you…" Carter blushed hard, his hands instinctively covering his shame. "Do you really want to do this kinda stuff?"

"..." Finn didn't say anything, he just gazed at Carter, an unrecognizable look flashing on his face. Confusion, annoyance, maybe?

He made his way through the water, slowly and silently, pushing Carter's legs apart as he grew close. He began to shiver as Finn put his hands on his own, reassuringly saying his name as he looked at him in the eyes. With a nod, Carter let him take his hands off his groin, and his stiff member stood at attention, softly throbbing in the air with every few seconds that looked by. At first, Finn just stared at his master, his friend, getting a gander of the prize he had hidden from him all these years.

It was smaller than his was, not by much, but there was a noticeable difference. His length was smooth, and, unlike Finn's own, was the same color as his belly and his legs, up until the tip, which was larger than the surrounding flesh, and hidden beneath a tight looking cowl. Finn gave one last look up at his timid trainer before he put his hand on the member, gently pulling the skin down his tip. Carter took a shivering, nervous gasp of air in as Finn gently rolled his length up and down in his palm.

At first, that voice in his mind came back much stronger than before, nearly demanding that Carter get out of the tub, and he was just about to. He had a hand on the side of the tub, about to pull himself out when Finn slowly worked his member into his mouth. Carter froze as he made his way down him, nuzzling his groin with his wet nose once there. It all suddenly clicked with Carter as he felt the warmth, felt the slimy wetness, felt all the pressure around his member. This was good, this was so fucking good.

"F-Finn…" He murmured, unable to stop the shaking in his legs as Finn held his member deep within his mouth.

If warmth alone was good, then what Finn did next was out of this world. Carter couldn't stop a squeaky moan from escaping his throat as his tongue began to explore the belly of his thing, tracing small spirals as he went up it. Finn clamped down on his length, gently beginning to suck on it like he did his paw, making Carter tense up, unsure how to process the bliss he was feeling. Finn looked up at his trainer, looked into his eyes as he worked on his length, and realized this was it. This was the ultimate expression of his love for him.

"Y-you're… so… so warm…" Carter squeaked out, placing a hand on Finn's head.

The Pokemon let him begin to thrust in and out of his mouth, and Carter took full advantage of it. He would tense up when he felt Finn's tongue flick the underside of his tip. Each thrust in made him grunt softly, and he couldn't wait until the next thrust in as he pulled Finn off of his thing. The Pokemon's tongue constantly worked around in circles, around his tip when it was there, around his hilt when Carter pushed his face deep against his groin.

Carter immediately jumped in fright when he felt Finn reach down, stroking his balls with his paws. The circular paw pad made him laugh a bit, it felt a bit tickly, but Carter couldn't deny that it added to Finn having his thing in his mouth and sucking. One thing was for sure; he never wanted this feeling to end. The urge to push harder and faster into Finn's open, sucking mouth. The need to have his tongue roll all around his thing. The awesome pressure and feeling of Finn's paws on his balls. This was all so much better than he ever could have thought.

Finn closed his eyes as he began to move his head up and down Carter's length to the point where his head was being slammed against his groin with each thrust. He hoped his teeth weren't too rough on his little member, but if they were, Carter certainly didn't mind. The boy was enjoying his mouth more than he knew, Finn realized. The softness of his length on his tongue, the filled feeling that it gave him, the odd, slightly salty taste that filled his mouth…

It made Finn want to beat himself off as he sucked.

"Feels so good…" Carter whimpered, his eyes tightly screwed shut as he bit his lip, shaking in the warm water of the tub as Finn sucked.

A small upwelling of unbridled need began to push the bliss and pleasure he had been feeling away. His thrusts weren't slow anymore, not like they had been. Each and every second he was in Finn's mouth, he needed more of him, needed more of his tongue and his heat, needed him, he needed him he needed himheneededhim…

Carter screamed, pressing his friend's mouth tight against his thing as he was beaten and thrashed by something that felt so good, so indescribably wonderful that all he could do is hold Finn tight against him. Every second that ticked by was an eternity, a life sentence of pure, unadulterated bliss. His ears began to ring, he grunted, his head felt empty, yet sparkly, small kisses of joy caressed his entire body as he gasped for air, gasped as his brain felt numb.

When he couldn't hold Finn's head down any longer, he collapsed, slipping downwards on the tub, feet pressing against the bottom and just barely holding his head above the water. Carter began to squirm as Finn continued to suck him under the water, his tongue flicking and rubbing against his tender thing, pulling it up and into his mouth like an udder. His face flushed with cool relief as Finn continued his work, never letting go, never giving him a moment of rest or comprehension, no, there would be no reprieve for him. Finn made it his goal to make his trainer feel as good as possible, and what was better than when someone kept sucking on your tenderness? And if his squirms and cute little moans were anything to go off of, Carter really enjoyed this.

"F-Finn…" Carter squeaked out, beginning to push the Pokemon away. "S-stop…"

Finn could just barely hear him under the water, but reluctantly obeyed his trainer, giving him one last, hard suck before pulling off of his length and surfacing. He looked at Carter, whose face was almost pale, and smiled.

"Buizel!" He cheerfully said, grinning.

"Uh huh." Carter offered, nodding as he looked up at the ceiling. "What… what the fuck was that?"

Finn made his way up to his friend, giving him a few licks on his cheek before lying down on his belly in the crutch of Carter's arm. With his need open and throbbing in the air, Finn reached down, beginning to pleasure himself. Carter wouldn't be of much use right now, he figured. The boy needed to recover. He let out a small, squeaky moan of his name as he beat himself off with his paws, but he was quickly stopped when Carter pushed off from the end of the tub, sitting up a bit and holding him.

"What… what are you doing?" He asked, looking at Finn as the Pokemon touched himself.

"Bu?" Finn said, humping his own stroking hands as he looked up at Carter.

"Can I… can I try?" Carter nervously asked.

Finn eagerly shook his head, letting go of his throbbing length and sitting up a bit more, spreading his legs a bit wider and pushing himself up a bit for Carter's sake. The boy didn't waste much time; he was timid, nervous even, sure, but whatever barrier that feeling inside of his chest had erected was gone, replaced now with only a thirst for more of this, more of whatever they were doing.

He grabbed Finn's odd Pokemon length, feeling its warmth in his hand, feeling it pulse and shiver slightly. It was slimy, odd clear stuff was running down his tip, oozing out with every few pulses. When a rather large dollop of the stuff spurted out and onto the front of Carter's hand, he pulled away. He looked at it, wondering what it was, what it felt like. Slimy… really slimy. When he scooped it up with his pointer and thumb on his other hand, it almost felt like soap. A long strand connected his fingers when he opened them, making him laugh a bit.

Carter looked down at Finn, a wide grin on both of their faces.

"W-what is this stuff?" He asked, looking back at it. "It's so slimy, like… like that soap over there."

"Buizel!" Finn eagerly said, scooping up a fresh bit from his throbbing length and sticking it in his mouth.

Well… if it was good enough for him…

Carter sucked his fingers clean, shuddering a bit. It tasted salty, reminding him of fish, but also a little metallic, like pennies. The stuff clung to his fingers, even after he gave them a few sucks, and made his tongue really slimy. It wasn't that bad, but he didn't think he'd like to taste it again. Not for a while.

With a smile, Carter reached back down, grabbing Finn's thoroughly slimy length, and holding on tight. Finn sucked in air as his thing was grabbed, looking up at Carter, his eyes wide like they always were when he was begging for food. Carter smiled, letting go of his length and grabbing it again, repeating this a few times until Finn called his name.

"W-what?" Carter asked, looking down.

"Buizel!" He exclaimed, reaching down to his length, and moving his hands up and down with gusto.

"What?"

"Bui…" Finn said, frowning and shaking his head a bit. He reached down, grabbing Carter's stiff member. He grabbed it, holding on tight, looking at Carter. The boy nodded, unsure of what was being communicated. Finn then began to rub him, moving his paws up and down the boy's length, making him squirm almost instantly. "Buizel." He firmly said, looking up at him and leaning back into the crutch of his arm.

"D-do that?" Carter asked.

"Bu." A firm nod, and an encouraging smile.

Carter looked back down, still a little unsure of what to do, but grabbed Finn's length, his wet, gooey length, and began to do what Finn had done. In a matter of seconds, it clicked with Carter; movement was enjoyable, not firm grips. He began to run his hand up and down Finn, squeezing tightly. The Pokemon began to squeak his name, instinctually thrusting into his hand with each pass.

That liquid came out of Finn with each pull upwards now, leaving Carter's hand thoroughly soaked, but it was a lot easier to move his hand. The sounds, too, the sounds that his hand made as he rapidly moved it up and down, the moans and grunts from Finn… it made Carter stiff as a rock, but he wasn't too worried about his length poking up from the water. Now was the time to focus on Finn, on his needs.

The Pokemon began to hump his hand now, going so fast that Carter didn't even have to move it anymore, just hold it in place and squeeze. The water was splashing as his body rose and fell from it, and he was soon soaked in it. Finn grabbed onto Carter's hand with his own paws, desperately humping into his grasp as he grunted his name over and over again. Carter wanted to touch his balls like he had done for him, but as they slammed against the back of his hand, he figured it wasn't that good of an idea. Buizel got deathly silent as his thrusts got harder and harder, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he took quick, shallow breaths.

There suddenly came three sharp raps at the door, which made Carter freeze, panicked beyond all belief. He tried to get Finn to stop humping him but wasn't able to.

"Y-yes?" He nervously called. He whispered to Finn to cut it out.

"You were screaming a minute ago, are you okay?" It was his mum. Finn was still smashing into his hand. "What's that noise?"

"It's just… Finn, he's splashing around." Finn suddenly cried his name loudly, and before he could scream again, Carter's hand was instantly around his mouth, tightly holding it shut as odd white stuff spurted out of Finn's length.

"What was that?" His mum called, sounding a bit nervous. "I'm coming in."

"No!" Carter screamed in terror. Finn's thing kept shooting the white stuff, shooting it all over his hand and his belly. "I-I mean… We're okay! Finn was just… he came up out of the water and hit his head on the faucet. We're okay."

There was a small pause outside, but it felt like an eternity to Carter. At least Finn wasn't thrusting anymore; they were soaked in this white stuff, and he was breathing rapidly, but he wasn't making any noise anymore. He thought for sure his mum would open the door, open the door, and find the two of them covered in Finn's stuff. How long would he be grounded for?

"Okay, okay." His mum suddenly said, making him take an enormously deep breath. "Just… wrap it up, okay? I have a doctor's appointment I need to go to in a half hour or so, and you're coming with me."

"Aww… c'mon, I can stay home!" Carter whined, rubbing Finn's softening length, causing the Pokemon to tense up. There was another tense silence as his mum stood, thinking. "I'm eleven years old, I can watch myself for an hour! Plus, I have Finn!" Another pause. "Please?"

"Alright, alright. Fine, young man, but this is your chance to prove to me that you can stay home by yourself." His mum said, sounding strict. "Don't mess it up, and who knows, maybe I won't hire the babysitter anymore."

"Yes!" Carter whispered, doing a small fist pump. "I won't, I promise!"

"Alright, just… just make sure to listen and follow Finn if anything goes wrong. He's a smart little Pokemon. I'll be back in an hour, make sure not to burn the house down!"

And with that, the specter of his downfall left him and Finn. He didn't know how his mum hadn't come in, didn't know why she left him alone, but he wasn't complaining.

"Holy shit…" Carter cursed, feeling a bit like a grown up. He let go of Finn's mouth, and the Pokemon looked up to him, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. "She… she didn't come in…"

"Buizel! Bui Bui Bu!" Finn eagerly said, laughing a bit afterwards. Carter also chuckled a bit, shaking his head in disbelief.

He suddenly realized he was holding Finn's thing tightly in his hand, much tighter than he normally had, most likely due to the panic of almost being caught. When he let go, a small spurt of the white stuff dribbled out of the tip, and it made him frown a bit.

"What is this now?" He asked, holding up his hand. The watery, white liquid dribbled down him, getting thinner as it fell off in thick dollops, right onto Finn's belly, which was absolutely soaked with the stuff.

"Buizel…" He said, pointing to his balls.

"It… came from there?" Finn nodded. "Huh… I wonder if I can do that."

He played with the stuff a bit; it was slippery, kinda like the other stuff Finn had, but there was a lot more of this, and it was much warmer. He tried his best to grab a handful, but it easily slipped from his palm. When he clenched what little he had in his fist and opened it again, it spiderwebbed all around his palm and fingers, causing Finn to chuckle a little bit. Carter gave a smug smirk, booping Finn on the nose with his stuff, leaving a small clump of it hanging from the wet organ. Finn licked it off of his nose, grinning and looking up at his trainer. He grabbed his hand, pressing it against Carter's face, making him yelp as he facepalmed himself. Finn broke down, laughing his name as his trainer pulled his hand away, strands of the white stuff sticking to his nose, his forehead, his mouth.

"Gross." Carter said, grimacing a bit as he looked down at the laughing Pokemon.

It did give him a bit of a pause, though, and he scooped a bit off of Finn's chest, popping it in his mouth and curiously sucking on it. The white stuff was salty, for sure, and… oddly fishy. It wasn't half bad.

"Hm." Carter murmured, looking over and shrugging. "Not bad."

"Bui…" Finn softly said, pointing down to Carter's throbbing member.

"O-oh, yeah, don't worry about that, it'll go down soon." He said, pulling Finn tightly against his chest, hugging him.

"Buizel!" He protested, slipping out of his grip, and making his way down to Carter's member.

"I-it's okay!" Carter said, moving back a bit and covering himself. "Really, it will go down soon!"

Finn grinned, moving closer to him until Carter was against the wall, standing and nearly slipping. Finn reached up a bit, grabbing his hand and spinning themselves around, so that he was against the wall, and Carter's rear was facing the faucet. He pulled down on his hands, making Carter get on his knees, his bony rear resting on the heels of feet.

"W-what are you doing?" Carter asked as Finn pushed his legs apart.

"Buizel!" Was all he was given.

Finn hopped out of the tub, running over to the drawers underneath the sink and opening one up, digging around for something. Carter watched as he knelt down, not wanting to move, it might annoy Finn, and after the sucking he had gotten from the Pokemon…

That was the last thing he wanted to do.

After a few seconds of digging around, Finn found what he was looking for, pulling out a small yellowish container with a blue lid. It was the petroleum jelly his mum used whenever her skin was dry, but… Carter's skin wasn't dry? He was in the tub!

Finn clambered back in the tub, leaning against the incline, and tried to open the lid. After failing to do so, he looked at Carter, handing the boy the jelly. Carter popped it open easily, handing it back and tossing the cover out of the tub.

"What… what are you going to d-do with that?" He asked, looking as Finn grabbed a large blob of it.

"Bui…" He soothed, looking at Carter with a smile. The boy nodded, and he reached down, rubbing it all over his throbbing thing.

Finn coated it with the jelly, not leaving a single nook, not a single cranny, free of a thorough coating. Carter watched, taking the jelly, as Finn turned around, leaning on the edge of the tub. He looked back, a grin on his face as he lifted his tail, presenting his small, puckered, pink hole.

"Buizel!" Finn called, shaking his rear.

"W-what?" Carter asked, unsure of what Finn wanted.

"Bui…" He shook his butt a bit.

"You… you want me to put my thingy in there?!" Carter exclaimed, laughing. "Eww!"

"Buizel!" Finn said, a bit offended.

"That's where 'ya poop, silly!" Carter laughed.

"Bui…" Finn said, rolling his eyes as he got off the tub.

He stood on Carter's lap, grabbing one of his fingers and poking it inside of the jelly. After leaning over the tub and exposing his pink hole again, Finn led the finger to it, pressing it against him. He took a deep, breathy gasp as Carter's finger worked further inside of him, squeezing the digit with his walls as he looked behind him. Carter's eyes were wide as he looked at him, slowly nodding.

"O-oh… I see." He said, his length giving an affirmative throb.

Finn got off of him, again leaning on the side of the tub, and looking back, his tail raised. Carter rubbed a bit more on his hole before scooching forward a bit. He was right underneath Finn's butt, and, after tossing the jelly out of the tub, grabbed the Pokemon's waist and led him down on his thing.

Carter gasped in utter surprise as his tip parted Finn's tight ring of muscle. The Pokemon lazily worked himself down his length, stopping once he was flat against his groin. Carter was shaking hard as he felt Finn's tight warmth surround him, feeling how he was much tighter the further he pushed in, how the jelly made him easily slide in more and more. It wasn't like the white stuff was, or whatever had come before it; it was much thicker, much more fun to slide with.

"Buizel?" Was he asking if Carter was ready?

"O-okay, g-go." Carter murmured, weakly nodding his head.

Finn nodded, smiling as he began to lift his rump up before pushing back down. Carter instantly cried out, having to cover his mouth as Finn began to bounce up and down on him, his warm tightness was just as good, if not better than his mouth. He couldn't help but grab onto Finn's waist, but it was clear who was working who as Finn rode him. His hands were merely clinging onto him, unable to do anything but hold as pleasure made him grunt.

Every few seconds Finn would slam himself against Carter's groin, making the boy whimper. His length was extremely manageable, enjoyable, even. Every time he'd slam back on it, it would hit his prostate, making him groan his own name as his cock throbbed. Carter might not be too experienced, if at all, in this field, Finn knew, but he'd change that. As he rode him, he made up his mind that he'd change that.

"So…" Carter whimpered, holding his waist tightly.

"B-B-Bui?" Finn stammered out, biting his paw as his asshole was stretched in such a wonderful way.

"Nhg… fuck…" He squeaked, grabbing onto the base of Finn's tail.

The two split ends of his tail wrapped around his wrist, holding him tightly as he was ridden, as Finn straddled his thing with his tight butt. Carter kept muttering swears under his breath, things he'd heard from his parents or his friends at school as Finn jumped up and down on his length. The Pokemon said his name before slamming down onto his groin, making Carter tense up. Finn slowly grinded his hole against him, making the boy shake from the pleasure.

Each time Finn worked himself down, Carter would always grunt; it was something Finn worked for. His cute little grunts. Every time he went up, Finn made sure to squeeze his tight little ring of muscle, making Carter almost rise up with each pull upwards. The wet whumps of naked, smooth groin meeting his furry rump, as well as the squeaking moans and splashing of the water filled the room, making Finn harder than he ever felt before.

"Oh nh… ah… F-Finn…" Carter squeakily moaned, his grip getting even tighter. "I-it's… it's h-happening… a-again…"

Finn smiled, quickly beginning to slam his rear on Carter's shivering, throbbing body. The boy was mere seconds away from shooting his load into him, he had been able to bring him to two of them! Carter's arms wrapped around Finn's waist as he was ridden, and he wildly began to thrust deep inside of him, moaning and grunting louder and louder. He was close, so close… so close…

"Ffffuck!" Carter shouted, his voice cracking and breaking as he felt that pleasure overwhelm his young body again.

This time, it was a lot different; Finn's mouth wasn't nearly as warm as his butt was, wasn't nearly as tight as it was. He doubled over with his Pokemon in his arms, eyes tightly screwed shut, moaning weakly as his thing throbbed. Finn kept squeezing his butt, making him shiver from the feelings that it brought.

With a gasping breath, Carter let go of his friend, falling backwards into the waters, painfully grunting once his rear connected with the white ceramic bottom of the tub. His thing pulsed and throbbed with utter wonder, making him shiver. Carter leaned against the side of the tub, breathing heavily as his body recovered from what had just exploded inside of it.

"What… how… Eh?"

Finn was in front of him, licking his face and lips and nose, making Carter laugh. He pushed the Pokemon away, giggling as he wiped the saliva off of his face.

"Gross!" He giggled, looking at Finn and seeing a wide grin on his face. "That was… that was awesome, buddy."

"Buizel!" Finn happily said, taking a cute little bow.

"Oh, fuck…" Carter murmured, leaning back against the side of the tub. His body felt too weak to even support itself, a fact that Finn seemed to pick up on.

Carter watched as Finn grabbed a loofa, spurting some soap on it. He rubbed the jelly off of his groin, making Carter wince slightly as he swiped it over his tender thing.

"Thanks." Carter offered once Finn tossed the soapy loofa down.

He turned around in the tub, pushing Finn aside playfully, and laid down, hugging his friend tightly once he snuggled up against him. The two boys were tired, and neither one was glad the other made a move, especially Carter. His thing was tingling, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to make it stiff again.

"That was fun." He said, looking down at Finn.

"Bui!" Finn energetically said, nodding with him as he buried the back of his head in Carter's armpit.

"Can we…" Why was his heart racing right now? "can we do that again? Maybe… maybe later on?"

Finn looked in his eyes for a few seconds, as if searching for something. Once he found whatever he was looking for, he eagerly nodded, smiling widely. Carter chuckled in relief, booping Finn on the nose and taking a deep, shaky breath. The two laid in each other's arms for another minute or so, but the water was getting uncomfortably cold. Carter got up, hitting the drain release with his toe as he stepped out, and found a towel hiding in a cabinet that he used to dry himself off as Finn watched, still wanting to stay in the tub, even though the water was all but gone. Once Carter was satisfied with how dry he was, he looked over at his friend, beckoning him over. Finn objected, at first, but a stern look from Carter made him hop out of the tub, frowning as he crossed his arms, standing defiantly in front of him.

"C'mon Finn!" Carter said, trying to dry Finn off. He kept dodging and twisting around him.

"Buizel!" Finn laughed, dodging under his legs, and running behind him.

Carter whirled around, only to be misted with water as Finn shook it out of his fur. He sputtered, holding the towel up as the Pokemon dried himself off the way he knew how to, cursing under his breath. When he heard the noise stop, felt the mist stop, he peeked out from under the towel, but didn't see Finn.

"C'mon…" Carter said to himself, looking around for him.

There weren't many places for him to be, he was just doing this to be playful, Carter knew that, but… but after what had just gone on, that playful spirit wasn't in his mind. All Carter wanted to do was more… more of whatever they had done. He found Finn hiding behind the wall that the tub was built into, sandwiched between the wall and the toilet.

"Finn." Carter said, frowning and holding the towel out.

"Bui…" Finn muttered, hanging his head low as he walked out from his spot.

Carter sat down on the toilet, rubbing Finn's head dry with the towel. Luckily, he wasn't too wet; his shaking had seen to that, but he was still in need of a wipe down. As he dried him off, Finn poked and prodded his thing and his balls with curious paws. Carter giggled at the touches but didn't tell him to knock it off. In retribution for the pokes and prods, Carter made sure to dry Finn's groin off more than anything else, scooping up his balls and rubbing them with the towel, rubbing that weird bundle of flesh that housed his thing, even moving it up and down like Finn had shown him. He laughed when Finn's tip poked out of the flesh and looked up.

"Someone must like being dry." Carter said, poking the red tip.

"Bui…" Finn muttered, frowning, and crossing his arms, looking away from Carter.

"Boop!" Carter said, poking his tip before standing up. "Alright, let's go. I need to get dressed."

"Buizel!"

Carter wrapped the towel around his waist, folding it in on itself to keep it snug around him, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Mum?!" He called, checking if she was gone.

"..." Silence.

"Mum?!" He nearly screamed.

Again, silence. Carter grinned but jumped in fright as he felt his towel get yanked down and carried away by Finn, right into his room. He normally would have been annoyed, scared even, of his nudity, but hey, nobody was home. Carter walked to the doorframe, leaning on it and grinning when he saw Finn, a playful look on his face.

"Hey, wait here, I'll be back in a second." Carter said, walking away and down the steps. It was such a weird feeling being naked in his house, alone, without anyone to see him. Anyone besides Finn, but he was okay with that.

He made his way into his mother's office, unplugging her laptop and holding the cold device against his bare chest, shivering a bit as he carefully brought it upstairs. Before he left the office, he grabbed one of her rulers. He needed to see how he and Finn measured up. If his mother knew what he was about to do, she'd be really mad, but… Carter didn't care. His mum's anger didn't even register with him as he walked into his bedroom, plopping onto the bed. He opened the laptop up and was glad to see it was unlocked.

"Hey Finn, c'mere." He beckoned as he opened up a browser.

"Bui?"

"It's time we got some answers, dontcha think?" He said, wondering what to type in. "Hmm…"

Balls.

Ads for rubber balls and a definition. What about… 'Thing between legs'? Some article from someone that talked about dead babies and vaginas. Gross. Ehh… Wait… hadn't that thing, the movie, hadn't that had definitions? About Buizel's bits? Carter typed in, 'Buizel thingy,' but only got different movies. Why was this so fucking difficult?

…

Wait!

Carter's friend, Alex, had said something about catching his parents "fucking," maybe that was something? He typed the curse in and was immediately greeted by three or four sites. 'Fucking videos,' 'fucking porn videos,' 'fucking - search.' What was… porn?

He gulped, feeling a little nervous as he clicked on the second result, and his eyes immediately grew as wide as saucers as he looked at what the site had to offer. A glance over at Finn revealed that he was just as nervous.

On the site, there were eight or so videos that he saw first, mostly of humans on other humans. Carter saw a Lucario or a Gardevior here or there, but for the most part, it was just humans on humans. The first video had a male with his hand around his large thing, white stuff - like the stuff Finn had sprayed out on him - being shot onto a rather cute looking woman. The second was a guy on a girl, but he couldn't see anything, so continued. The third had a guy behind a woman, but she was hiding under the couch? There was another person vacuuming a rug, which was a little weird. Didn't she see them? The fourth was nice; it had a naked girl, her legs pulled up and squished together, a large, weird looking thing being pushed into her. The blue and cream-colored fur made him assume it was a Lucario. The last three videos weren't that interesting: a guy on top of a girl, someone with their hand under a naked woman, and another Pokemon behind another woman.

Carter clicked on the video with the Lucario and hit play.

The video had the site logo pop up with an annoying tune before the screen became alive. There was the woman there, wearing nice looking gym clothing, but he could see her boobs. The Lucario appeared on the screen a while later, reaching over and squeezing her, rubbing her large breasts with his paws. He did this for a long time, kneading and massaging them, and the two watched on in silent wonder. Lucario eventually got a little excited, and his tip poked out of that bundle of flesh, kind of like what Finn had, but a lot longer. The woman giggled before hopping off the counter they were on and getting on her knees, rubbing his flesh. His length grew more and more, much to Finn and Carter's astonishment, until it was easily a foot long. It had a narrow point at the tip of it, unlike Finn's, and the base of it had swelled considerably.

Carter was a little grossed out by how it looked, how it was all red and veiny, so he skipped forward. The two were now on a bed, and the Lucario was hammering away at her, her leg over his shoulder as his odd thing squelched in and out of her slit. They really looked to be enjoying themselves.

"Buizel!" Finn called, poking Carter on the shoulder.

"H-huh?"

'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me with that gigantic cock, Lu!' The woman called.

Carter frowned and paused the video, looking over at Finn, who was blushing. His thing… his… Carter looked back at the video, then back at him. His cock? Whatever it was, it was out, and stiff as anything else he'd ever seen. Carter giggled a bit, finding Finn's obvious arousal amusing, but it wasn't long before his own cock throbbed, revealing that he liked watching this as well.

"Oh, wait!" Carter suddenly remembered.

He grabbed the ruler, holding it to the side of his length, measuring himself from there. His tip throbbed just above the three-point-eight-inch length, right near the nine-and-a-half-centimeter notch. He didn't know if that was big or not.

"Bui?" Finn asked, looking down at him.

"O-oh, just measuring. I wanted to see how big we are." Carter explained, giggling. "Can I measure you?"

Finn eagerly nodded, thrusting his hips out a bit so his stiffness was as hard as it could be. Carter repeated the same process, but his eyes bulged when he saw where Finn was. His odd, tapered tip was right at the four-and-a-half-inch mark, right at the eleven-centimeter notch. Finn was a lot bigger than him, he knew this, but he didn't know that he was this big!

"Woah…" He said, grinning and looking up. "You're huge!"

"Bui." Finn said, puffing his chest out pridefully.

"Let's watch a bit more." Carter said, giggling and tossing the ruler aside.

He clicked play and skipped forward a bit again. At this point, the woman was behind the Lucario and…

Oh, ew!

She was licking his butthole!

"Gross!" Carter giggled, but before he could skip it, Finn's paw was on his own. He looked over, and the Pokemon was staring at the screen, his hand slowly working his own member. The lady continued to lick as the Lucario moaned his name, his gigantic cock throbbing every few seconds. "You… you like that?"

"Bui." Finn offered, nodding, and not looking away from the screen.

"Hmm…" Carter wondered…

He shut the laptop and placed it on the floor, much to Finn's disappointment. Carter turned around and stuck his butt up in the air, looking over at Finn.

"Why don't you lick mine if you like it, huh?" He smugly offered. There was no way he'd do it. Right?

Finn's eyes grew wide as he grinned, and got up, walking on his knees over to Carter's rear. The boy took a deep breath in when he felt Finn's small, wet tongue lick up his asshole, tensing up immediately. He grabbed a pillow, holding it tight as Finn continued to lick him over and over again. The worst part about it all?

It didn't feel too bad.

He felt Finn kissing his butt, licking, and even sucking gently on it, leaving soft sparks of odd pleasure as his tongue left him. Finn was really into this, lapping at him like there was no tomorrow, kissing him like he wouldn't ever be able to do this again. His tongue tickled a little bit as he licked on and around his rear; Carter was glad he had just gotten out of a bath.

By this point, he was already hard as a rock, but he didn't have the ability to rub himself like he had done with Finn; both of his arms were tightly hugging the pillow. He couldn't do anything but moan as Finn continued to lick and lap his puckered, tight little hole. It made him shiver slightly, feeling so odd. He looked back, or at least tried to, and saw the top of Finn's head between his ass.

Something deep inside of him really enjoyed this, so… maybe… maybe Finn could also put his cock inside of him, like the woman did with the Lucario? She certainly seemed to enjoy it, and if it was good enough for her…

"H-hey, Finn…" Carter moaned out as he kept getting licked.

"Bu?" Finn said before quickly returning to his hole.

"Do you wanna try what they were doing?" He nervously asked. What if Finn didn't want to-

"Buizel!" Finn suddenly screamed, nodding his head faster than he had ever seen him nod.

"O-okay!" Carter laughed, turning himself around and laying on his back.

His arousal was painfully apparent and twitching in the air as he put his left leg in the air for Finn while his right leg hung almost off the bed. Before Finn pushed himself in, Carter watched as he spat in his hands, rubbing the thick, viscous saliva over his throbbing cock.

Finn looked down at Carter, giving his asshole a nervous prod with his length. The boy nodded, gritting his teeth, and closing his eyes fearfully. He thought that it would hurt, that it would feel like someone stabbing him, but when Finn slipped his length inside of him, when that gentle pressure filled his rear, well…

It was awesome.

"Oh… fuck…" Carter moaned, flinging his eyes open as Finn worked the rest of himself in, his body shaking as his groin met the boy's own.

"B-Bui…" Finn grunted, hugging Carter's thigh as he rested.

"It feels… I…" Carter gasped, moaning softly as he felt Finn's cock twitch inside of him. "W-well?"

"Buize..el?" Finn stammered, looking up with one eye tightly screwed shut.

"Yo-you gonna do it? H-heh…" Carter whimpered, playfully grinning.

Finn shut his eyes and leaned his head into Carter's thigh, gently pulling himself out of his tight, hot ass. There was a sense of emptiness that Carter felt as Finn withdrew his length, but as he slowly worked the rest of his length in, it came back. Finn moaned his name once he was back in and held himself there. Again, he just shook, unable to move much.

"F-Finn?" Carter asked, reaching down, and placing a hand on the Pokemon's shoulder. It was hard to do, but Finn seemed to appreciate the gesture.

"Bui?" He whispered out so silently Carter barely heard him.

"A-are you okay?"

Finn nodded, his nose rubbing against Carter's thigh as he pushed his face into it, burying it. Was he embarrassed? Annoyed? W-was Carter's butt too big for him? He didn't seem so playful anymore, the Pokemon was just shaking, his thing throbbing inside of his butt. He started to get a little scared; why wasn't Finn moving? Carter desperately wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he had done something wrong, but before he could, he felt Finn pull his cock out with one quick motion and slam it in just as quick.

Finn began to pound away at him, his ball sack slapping onto his plump rear with each thrust in. Loud moans escaped from his throat as Finn pushed so far inside of him that it made him see stars and made his thing throb uncontrollably. As Finn leaned into him, Carter heard him taking in shallow, quick breaths. Every few seconds, the Pokemon would jump a little bit, making Carter's body lift up a few inches.

Finn was all in this now; every thrust made Carter giggle, he didn't know why, it just tickled him. At the sounds of his giggling, Finn opened his eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face. As he pounded away at the boy, Finn reached over with his twin tails, gently winding them around Carter's small, throbbing length. He immediately tensed up, causing Finn to moan his name as he jerked him off with his tails.

One was wrapped around the hilt of his length, pulling up and down, while the other one touched and squeezed and tickled his tip, his balls, even that really sensitive area between his balls and his butt. Carter took after Finn and began to thrust into his working tails, subsequently falling back on the Pokemon's rock hard cock, making the two of them loudly groan. Both the boys began to squirm on each other, feeling utter, mind blowing pleasure as they fucked, and were fucked.

Finn's tails felt utterly amazing, Carter realized. They were wound tight around his length, tighter than his mouth, tighter than his butt, and every time they went up or down his length, Carter couldn't do anything but give a soft, wanting grunt as he was fucked. Speaking of, Finn's pushing and pulling length was something that made Carter extremely glad he had taken that tumble yesterday. It was warm, he was gentle, yet quick with his pushes, and even though he was big, bigger than anything Carter had ever seen before, Finn made sure not to hurt him, not to thrust too hard in or at an awkward angle.

He felt his face begin to flush again, that new, yet oddly familiar feeling in his loins building up, growing stronger and stronger. It made Carter squirm as he laid on the bed, that constant feeling of pressure filling, then leaving him, combined with the squeaking moans from Finn, the soft whumps that his skin made as it was hit by Finn's furry balls…

Carter threw his head back, clenching his toes and his rear as his mind exploded, as pleasure bulldozed through him. He felt warm liquid dribble onto his chest, and all of a sudden, Finn cried his name as well, giving him three more rough shoves before he pushed in so hard it lifted Carter off the bed. His tails eagerly stroked him, milking him for all he was worth as Carter's entire body shook from the pleasure. The two of them panted as Finn tightly hugged his thigh, again burying his face into it. Carter felt his thing pulse and quiver deep inside of his butt, and it made him giggle a little bit. Finn looked so cute like this, hugging his thigh, and hiding his face from his view.

Carter looked at his belly, his eyes lighting up with surprise. On it was some liquid, not a whole lot, and it wasn't even white like Finn's was. It was clearer, like some of the stuff that had been on Finn's thing when he was rubbing him, but there was a lot more. He wondered what it was and brought a finger up to his mouth. Pennies…

Wait…

It suddenly clicked with Carter; his underwear from this morning had that same taste! Metallic, kinda like pennies! That means that… whatever he did last night… but he hadn't felt anything like this? Hadn't woken up to Finn's tail around his cock. Why did everything have to be so confusing, so weird?

"Bui?" Finn called, tapping his thigh.

"Is someone done?" Carter asked, grinning. Finn nodded, smiling weakly.

Finn let Carter's thigh fall to the bed, and with a call of his name, he pulled out, causing Carter to gasp. It felt like he was pooping when Finn pulled himself out like that, he even had to double check to make absolutely sure that he hadn't soiled the bed. Luckily, he hadn't, all that came out was more of that whitish-clear liquid.

Finn hopped off the bed, going over to Carter's laundry hamper and wiping himself off with a towel before tossing the same towel over to his friend. Carter got the point pretty quickly when he saw the large dark spot on his blanket, and quickly wiped the liquid off of his butt, tensing up a bit when he wiped his small little puckered hole off. Finn joined him back on the bed and Carter threw the towel back, narrowly missing the hamper.

"That was fun." He remarked, hugging Finn close as the Pokemon snuggled up next to him. Finn just nodded, yawning a bit. He was getting a bit tired, wasn't he?

Carter wasn't, that much he knew.

He grabbed the laptop, opening it up again and going back to that site. He scrolled through the videos again as Finn watched in a warm silence. 'Cheating milf mom fucked by son teacher in hotel.' That was… it couldn't be real, right? It made Carter think of his own mum, made him shiver in disgust. 'try not to cum (HARD)'. What… what was cum?

Carter clicked on that video, and the two watched through it. Mostly, it was just women sucking other men's things, most of which were far bigger than his own was. There was an annoying beat to it, like someone was playing music, and the words 'Easy,' 'Medium,' and 'Hard,' appeared on the screen at certain times. If he was honest with himself, it was pretty easy to get through. He just didn't touch himself, not that he could if he wanted to. Right now, he was so tender that even a soft breeze could make him shake.

Nothing much happened in the video until the end of it. There was some text that said 'Cum in 3… 2… 1…', and, all of a sudden, there were quick scenes of men rubbing their things, white stuff spurting out and oozing onto the faces and tongues of the women in the video.

They were… cumming? The moans they made were certainly familiar, Carter realized. He had also done that, but his wasn't nearly as white or as large as some of the cum that those men had shot out. He wondered why, and looked up 'Cum,' on the same search engine. It brought up a dictionary result that said it was slang for the liquid that comes out of the penis during ejaculation. What was that word? Carter, unable to even say it, looked it up. There was a Wikipedia result for it that he clicked on, and his eyes grew wide.

There were four pictures of a man in a white shirt, his penis had gotten pictures taken of the white cum flying out of him. He read about it and found something about something called a 'Nocturnal emission.' His curiosity couldn't be sated; he read the article, realizing that was what had happened last night. It referenced puberty, what the hell was that? Click.

Oh. Oh, shit…

It all suddenly made sense to him. "...boys generally begin puberty at ages 11-12, and complete puberty at ages 15-16." Carter was going through this, going through puberty, or at least starting it. It explained everything; the awkward stiffness, the orgasms, the few small hairs sprouting on his groin, the fantasies he had thought of during the school year about fellow classmates.

"Bui?" Finn asked, poking him.

"Huh? O-oh, yeah, I just… I'm going through puberty, apparently." Carter said, unsure of how he felt about it. "I'm turning into a grown up."

Finn looked at him, at the old, black, and white pictures of the progression of genitalia from boyhood to manhood, and back up at Carter. He looked nervous, scared even. Finn said his name, resting his head on his belly and hugging him tightly. Whether he was eleven, or one hundred and eleven, Finn would still love him, still want to be with him. He just wished he could communicate that with him.

Carter clicked back to the porn website and began to browse through it again, apparently moving on from his crisis. Finn looked up oddly at him but smiled and made his home in the crutch of his arm again. So comfy.

He scrolled through a couple more pages of videos, not really wanting to commit to any single one until he found something in particular. In it, there were two males, a Quilava, and a Riolu. The Quilava was on top of Riolu, his cock deep inside of his mouth, sucking away, and the Riolu?

The Riolu was underneath the Quilava, his mouth being assaulted by the Pokemon's member ramming in and out of him. Both were making such cute squeaks, such wonderful moans, such adorable little humps into each other that Carter soon found himself getting hard again. Getting an erection, like a big boy.

The video was short, unfortunately being only four or so minutes long, so he hit the replay button, and the two of them watched it again. And again. And again. Something about it just made Carter shiver.

He looked down at Buizel, whose member, his penis, was already hard as a rock. Finn stole one glance up at him and nodded, immediately getting up and rolling on his body, knocking the laptop off in the process. Carter giggled a bit before shutting the device and tucking it between his bed and the wall, hiding it until he could close all the stuff that would get him in trouble.

Carter pulled Finn's ankles up a bit, making the Pokemon squeal his name in joy, and scooched back a bit himself until he was lying on a comfy pillow. He could see Finn's arousal, its tight and throbbing redness making his own thing throb. Finn wasted no time, immediately sucking down Carter's length and making him grunt softly. He had to fight through the pleasure he felt from the little Pokemon's mouth gently licking and sucking to even think about reciprocating the action.

Finn's length pressed against his lips, twitching every few seconds and coating them with the slimy goo. It was Carter's first time even doing anything like this, and he was kind of nervous about it, but with everything the two had done the past few hours, it wasn't because he didn't want to suck Finn, it was because he didn't know how to.

An idea popped up in his mind, suddenly. Just suck on it, suck on it like Finn was doing to him! Carter felt what the little Pokemon was doing to him for a few seconds; lazy, slow sucks up and down, tongue making an 's' pattern as he went up and down. Every time Finn went up to his tip, he'd give it a tight squeeze with his lips, licking underneath it, sometimes moving his tongue around under his foreskin. Finn didn't have any foreskin or a tip, but Carter assumed it was just as easy to suck on him.

With a gulp, Carter opened his mouth and gently guided Finn's eager cock into his mouth. It was salty, making him grimace slightly, and it made Finn stop sucking for a few moments as he shuddered. He moaned softly as Finn began to suck again and started to work the Pokemon's thing deeper into his mouth. Carter wasn't easily able to get it all in, he gagged slightly when the tip pressed against the very back of his tongue, but if he steered clear of that, then sucking him off was actually fun. He had grown accustomed to his taste, his salty, almost fishy taste, by this point, and really wanted to taste more of him.

Finn's odd tapered shaft was something else entirely, and it was something just… completely awesome. The heat he gave off. The almost overwhelming feeling of having his mouth full. Tasting the small beads of precum that spurted out of his tip, coating his tongue. It was an overwhelmingly awesome thing he was doing.

Carter began to move his tongue all around Finn's shaft as the Pokemon slowly began to buck his hips, his thing going in and out of his mouth much quicker now. Finn began to pant a bit harder, his breath becoming more shallower as Carter sucked. He put a hand on the nervous Pokemon's back, gently stroking his fur to calm him down, but he didn't know if it worked that well. Finn was just nervous when they were sucking each other, he guessed.

Carter realized he wasn't sucking or licking his friend's length as much as he could be and tried to work him over more. This was fun to do, but it was kind of… eh… repetitive. There was only so much he knew how to do, only so much he could do that, after sucking up to the point that made him nauseous, Carter grew a little bored. He was still getting sucked off by Finn, which was making him squirm, but he wanted to give just as good as he got.

With his free hand, he felt around the furry ball sack nestled snug behind his member, feeling around, and groping the soft fur as he sucked. Each small, little orb was only a bit bigger than his own, but they were much more fun to play with. He began to grope the sack like that Lucario had done to that woman in the video he watched earlier, but instead of a boob, it was something much more fun to play with.

Finn's humps became a lot more demanding, all of a sudden. Carter relocated his hands onto the Pokemon's waist to keep him from slipping off his body as his face was fucked, trying to keep up with the sucking and licking as his shaft pounded him. He felt Finn's legs clamp around his head as he pounded away, holding Carter in place. As he did this, though, Finn also began to suck him much harder, his tongue digging around in every nook and cranny he could find; Carter wasn't too sure how much longer he could last like this.

Between the mouth on his cock, and Finn's own member slamming into his mouth, Carter was in the apex of pleasure, he couldn't ever feel any better than he was right at this moment. His toes opened and contracted as he pushed his legs up and down the blanket, moaning his best as his friend humped his face.

Finn screamed his name just then, his voice muffled with the dick in his mouth, but it was just as loud, and Carter felt a thin, watery blast of liquid shot out of Finn's tip. It easily coated his tongue, spreading out as Finn shot another, and another. He only shot one more spurt of the liquid out before he grew still, panting heavily, quickly.

Carter swished the stuff around in his mouth when Finn withdrew his dick; it was much saltier than he expected it to be, and had a strong metallic, fishy taste to it. It was slimy, too, and didn't go down his throat too easy.

He looked down at Finn, who was still panting, his mouth wrapped around the hilt of his length, eyes shut as if he was in a dream. Carter had been so close to that feeling on his own when Finn had stopped, and he wanted to feel that release more than anything right now. He took Finn's head in his hand, beginning to push and pull him on his dick, the wet, hot tongue licking and swirling under his tip, his dull teeth softly scraping his underside, the soft sucking that pulled him back up…

Carter got maybe five of six thrusts in before he clamped down on Finn's head, closing his eyes and softly grunting as his stuff pulsed out of his cock. He wasn't sure how much he shot into him, that wasn't important, no, all he could focus on was the pleasure that pounded against his mind, bringing him somewhere deep inside of him that cared nothing about anything but what he was feeling. He began to shake as Finn eagerly sucked the cum from his dick, gasping for air as the last of it left him.

He collapsed, his body growing limp and warm as Finn sucked up his thing for the last time that day, a loud popping sound coming from it as it left his lips. The Pokemon rolled off him, breathing a bit heavier than usual as they looked up at the ceiling, each in a daze. Neither wanted to move, neither wanted to do anything but recover from what they had just done to each other.

"Bui?" Finn was the first to break the silence.

"W-wha?" Carter asked, looking down at him.

Finn shakily got up, moving along Carter's legs and belly until he fell beside him, softly curling up with him. The Pokemon began to lick his lips slowly, softly, his wet, warm tongue leaving small trails of his saliva on his mouth. Carter sputtered a bit before pushing him away, smiling as he looked into his friend's eyes. He didn't know why kissing was such a big deal, but it didn't stop him from wrapping his hand around Finn's head and pulling his lips onto his own. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just held his friend close, lips pressed against lips. After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time for a kiss, Carter let go, smiling and hugging Finn into him, the warmth of the Pokemon, as well as the sleepiness that was hammering his eyes shut, well… Carter couldn't stop himself from falling into a deep, wonderful sleep next to his Pokemon.

. . .

"Carter? Finn?" Mum called out, shutting the door behind her. "I'm home!"

"..."

Uh-oh.

In her experience as a mother, silence was never good. She looked around the house, calling her children's names over and over again, but didn't get any response. Storming her way up to his room, she opened it, looking inside and gasping. Carter was there, cuddling with Finn on his bed, completely naked, sleeping deeply. She saw his little developing genitalia pressed against Finn's furry body as he softly snored away.

'They must have worn each other out or something.' She thought as she lovingly threw a blanket over the two. 'He's too young to be able to do stuff like that, anyway.'

With that, she silently shut the door, leaving the two alone to sleep in their room.

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Thanks for reading!

This was a suggestion from someone in my Discord server, it's the only way to suggest a story, read the stories as I write them, even participate in neato writing prompts that I'll be posting next month. It's a wonderful community of people I love, so shout out to them for joining!

The code to join the server is "6zhYNEB"