Barry wouldn't have considered himself a runner. Or a jogger. Hardly even a walker, in fact, he hated exercise. Yet, he laced the shoes he'd gotten up nevertheless. He hated running, but he still grabbed his water bottle, his granola bar, and his headphones. Barry hated running, but running, as he was told, teaches one how to be a bit patient.
He brushed back his medium length, golden blonde hair as the headphones were snugly slipped into place and scrolled through his playlists to find the perfect sort of music one jogs to. Yet, he was at a loss. Cursing his inability to select a track, Blake just set the app to play the songs he liked in the past, and took off.
Slow, at first, to warm up - and to skip a bunch of songs he wasn't in the mood to listen to. Barry didn't know what path he'd take, so he took to running down the road until a path opened up to him. He didn't know how long it would take, but instead of worrying or growing ever so much more impatient, with a breath, he let it all go. A path would appear within due time.
Hey, maybe this running thing actually did help!
Even though breaks were needed every few minutes - he hadn't jogged since high school - Barry never gave up. His lungs burned, his side hurt, it had only been a good five minutes since he began, but there was just something about jogging that made him feel good. Something about jogging past peoples homes, he wondered if the occupants looked out their window and thought 'Wow, what an active person.'. It gave him quite the boost in confidence.
He ran and ran and ran, past houses and other buildings, away from the town and deeper into the woods. It was when he saw an opening in the trees, as well as a painted yellow bit of bark that he stopped. Had he stumbled upon a trail, or something? In a flash, his phone was out, the maps were open and, surely enough, he was on Anthony's Promenade.
Barry didn't know what a promenade was, it was the first time he'd ever even heard of the word, but why not. From what it looked like, the trail was in the shape of a C, that appeared to have been drawn by a drunk toddler. It seemed fun, and, best of all, deposited him right back a few streets over from where he lived. It didn't take much more in the way of motivation to begin his jogging yet again, taking a sharp turn onto the trail and off the main road.
Unlike the wonderful blessings of pavement, however, the promenade seemed to be a hell of a lot harder to jog on. Something about the uneven terrain, the roots from trees sticking out and almost tripping him, even something as slight as a pothole in the dirt nearly brought him to a standstill at multiple points. It was all worth it, though; in the few times that he had to stop for a break - the aforementioned potholes and roots brought him to walking speed more than he'd like to admit - the forest around him offered more than the occasional beautiful sight.
Nature wasn't something Barry enjoyed spending time in. Between the Pokemon always seeming to want to fight, the varying temperatures, and the people that always wanted to hone their own Pokemon against some poor travelers, it was no wonder why friends and family referred to him as a shut-in. But Barry was fine with that, more than fine, in fact. Home offered warmth when it was cold, and air conditioning when it was hot. It offered him his bed, and blankets, and who would ever choose to spend any time in nature when that was available.
Yet, even though he'd prefer his bed, or couch, really anywhere that wasn't where he currently was now, the lush green foliage, buzzing Pokemon, and weather, it was all perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, and a cool breeze helped with the sweat he'd worked up mere moments after he began to jog. The trees all seemed to be their own unique thing, the trail was a delightful sight and, best of all, no Pokemon trainers anywhere.
He ran past the foundation of an old, old house. He ran past a large tree filled with Metapods. He ran up and over a bridge that no doubt held a railroad track at one point. What really stole his attention, however, wasn't the railroad bridge, the tree, or the foundation to the old, dilapidated, long gone house, but it was the view he got when he continued to run.
When Barry scouted the trail out on his phone, he'd noticed that there was some blue, and he knew there was a nearby lake. What he found out, though, was that, if he'd zoomed in a bit more, he'd have seen five, six, maybe seven different rivers that all rushed right into the lake. He stood there, admiring the view as wooden bridges crossed the expanse of the rushing rivers, it was quite a sight to behold.
The thought of swimming crossed his mind for a brief second as he continued down the first of the six bridges. It was a warm day out, even with the cold breeze, and between the sweat and everything else, a dip might do him good. He ran past the second bridge, contemplating it more, then the third, the fourth…
He could even skinny dip…
It was a rogue thought, one that flashed in his mind for mere moments, but that was all it took to send a rush of blood to his groin. Barry paused, panting for air as he looked behind him.
Nobody.
Then ahead of him.
Nobody.
After looking down at the rushing river, he thought that it would be a bit of a swim; the waters weren't exactly the calmest. Moments of contemplation passed by at a Slugma's pace as he thought about how utterly delightful a swim would be, especially a swim when he was naked. Barry wasn't even that big into exhibitionism, but something about just… taking all his clothing off and slipping under the water, feeling it run all over his cool, naked body…
Fuck it. He'd been jogging long enough anyway.
Barry looked around for a few more moments, just to triple check. It was a Thursday morning, so most people were probably at work. He had the day off, and now, it seemed to be an actual advantage, as the trail, promenade, whatever, was completely deserted. He was really going to do this… the thought made his heart race.
The bridge he was currently on, conveniently enough, had not only the easiest access to the river, but also the calmest looking one as well. Barry slowly climbed down the small incline and made his way to the river shore, his heart was pounding. First, he gave one last look for people, then, in a smart move, shuffled under the bridge. The water was a bit faster, and the shore became much more rockier, but it offered more privacy.
Off came the sweaty shirt, the shoes, the socks, the shorts, he paused at the underwear for only a few moments before working up the courage to pull those down as well. He gave his sweaty dick a few strokes to make it appear a tiny bit larger for whoever might see him, or maybe just for himself, Barry didn't know. After tossing his underwear down in the pile, he grabbed the granola bar from his shorts, sat down on a large rock, and began to eat it.
The river offered a delightful rushing noise in his ears as Barry curiously stuck his toes in its rushing depths. It pulled on his foot with quite a force, much more than he'd been expecting. Another bite. It was good to have something after running for as long as he had. The water, strong as it was, didn't stop the Buizel he saw from cutting up its rushing waves and right up to his rock.
"Oh. Hi there." Barry smiled at the wet Pokemon as it clung to the rock.
"Bui!" It said, smiling back at him.
"You can come up if you want. I won't hurt you or anything." He pointed to his clothing. "Even if I had a Pokemon, their Pokeball would be in that bundle of clothing over there."
The Buizel gave a nervous, hesitant look. It clearly understood what he was saying, most Pokemon did, Barry just chucked it up to him being a nervous sort. To sweeten the deal, he broke off a quarter of his granola bar and waved it in front of the Buizel, when it reached to grab it, he gently pulled it back to the rock.
"C'mon. I won't bite, I promise." Barry never dropped that smile.
He didn't know why he wanted the Buizel to sit with him, if he was honest. Pokemon weren't his thing and, even if they were, wild Pokemon were especially dangerous, especially now with him being completely naked. But Buizel was cute. Something about its face, that cute little thing around the neck, the black whisker things, the blue fins on its arms, it just seemed like a Pokemon he wouldn't mind talking to for a few moments.
Much to his delight, Buizel took him up on the offer. Barry slid over on the rock and helped them up, holding out a hand they grabbed and hoisting them up. The Pokemon fell to the rock with a wet plap, and drops of water pattered onto the rock as they stood there. Oh, right, the reward. With a smile, Barry handed the granola bar over and gave a pleasant sigh at the sight of the little Pokemon eating. He, and it was he, Barry could tell by the small, cream colored sheath, as well as the two balls resting right below, would nibble all around the bar that he had, eating tiny bits of it as satisfied grunting sounds came from deep within him.
Buizel sat on the rock, schooching in closer to Barry, he noticed that the Pokemon was gazing quite curiously at his groin. It was just now that he remembered that, not only was he completely and utterly naked, but that, from the way he was sitting, Buizel got a wonderful view of all he had to offer. Self-consciousness got the better of him for a few moments, he closed his legs around his flaccid member, but when he saw disappointment flash through the Pokemon's eyes, he sighed, and opened them again, slowly, as not to draw any attention.
"I was uh… Gonna go swimming." Barry pointed to the water. "Didn't wanna get my clothing wet. Is umm…" He gestured to his groin. "This being out okay?"
"Buizel!" The little Pokemon energetically said, pointing to his own exposed groin.
"Oh. I suppose that's true. I'm not the only naked one here." He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. Buizel certainly liked to stare. "Is it um… The first human one you've seen?"
He nodded.
"Cool." Barry thought for a few seconds that the only thing to come from that statement was a gaze.
Much to his mixed feelings, Buizel, upon finishing the granola bar, licked his paw pads clean, then reached over, gently pushing on Barry's cock. He tensed up, jumping slightly, the contact wasn't unwanted, but it was abrupt. Nervously laughing, Barry carefully led Buizel's hand away from his groin.
"Let's um… Well, you know." Buizel cocked his head to one side. He most certainly did not know. "You're um… a Pokemon?" The Pokemon nodded. "And I'm a human." Again, a nod.
Buizel, apparently either unwilling or uninterested in finishing the thought Barry was trying to finish, looked back down at his cock and poked it again. This time around, he offered no resistance, and let the Pokemon poke and prod. Maybe he was just curious! Yeah, that made sense. After all, if what Buizel had told him with nods was correct, he was the first human that had ever exposed himself to him. He was probably just curious, probably just wanted to see how human dicks worked.
"Try, uhh… h-holding it, between two paw pads." Barry reached down, Buizel moved away for a few moments to observe what he meant. With index and thumb, Barry stroked himself off, grabbing the middle of his steadily growing cock and stroking slowly.
Buizel nodded and pushed his hand away, reaching down, he sandwiched Barry's length between not two paw pads, but between both of his hands. He began to stroke wildly, pulling back and forth, Barry sighed with contentment as the squishy, yet firm, rough, yet delightfully soft paw pads rubbed up and down his length. He kept growing and growing it until he was at full mast, a solid six inches of uncut, pasty white, noticeably hairless cock throbbed between the Pokemon's paws.
Upon reaching his full length, Buizel let his shaft slip from his paws and bent over, giving it a few sniffs. Barry was hoping that the little Pokemon would take it into his mouth, suckle on it, suck him off, go on, do it! But alas, not even a lick. Buizel, once he got a good whiff of what he had to work with, went back to stroking. He placed both paws on the top and bottom of Barry's shaft, using his foreskin to rub his tip, but that wasn't all.
At the same time, he reached up between his legs with that split, semi-prehensile tail, and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. Holy shit, this Pokemon knew exactly what felt entirely too good. Barry moaned softly as he was milked from either end of his shaft, by either paw or tail. It was absolutely astonishing, the sheer speed and strength the little Pokemon had within him.
Just then, Barry jumped. There came, from up above, the sound of footsteps. He quickly stifled a moan as Buziel continued, and quickly, gently, yet firmly pushed him away from his cock. Before the Pokemon could make a noise in protest, Barry put a finger to his mouth, demanding his silence. Buizel looked up, eyes growing slightly wider, did he understand why Barry was silencing him? That something like what he was doing, having sex with a Pokemon on a public trail was most likely illegal?
The footsteps came and went, it sounded like an older couple talking about their grandkid going to college or something. It felt like hours were passing by every second, it even became tortuous at points when one of them, right above Barry and Buizel, asked the other to stop, they had to tie their shoe. The gaps between boards weren't small, but nor were they too big. Barry prayed to Arceus that he wouldn't be seen.
His heart pounded in his chest as the shoe was tied.
After an unnaturally long amount of time, the shoe had been tied, and the couple were on their way. Once he felt as if they were out of earshot, Barry sighed a deep sigh of relief and beckoned Buizel to come back to him. He'd been pretty close before the couple had interrupted them, so it was no surprise to him when Buizel began that, upon touching a digit to his tip, the Pokemon pulled away a string of precum. He looked confused at it for a few moments before realization flashed across his face.
"Buizel! Bui, bui!" He happily held his paw up, letting Barry get a good look.
"Yep, that's what humans call 'precum.'" He touched his finger to the paw pad and pulled away, the strand pulled, arced in the air, and was quickly pulled apart. It got a bit of a laugh from Buizel, who touched Barry's finger again, then again. "You like that, don't you?" He chuckled, giving the Pokemon a rub on his head. "Y'know, Buizel…"
"Bui?" Buizel had reached back down with his paws, and was moving his tail back around the base of his shaft.
"You could give it a small lick. It's fun to lick, I promise." Buizel cocked his head to one side. "The precum. This?" He poked his tip and dragged a strand of his leaky precum from it.
He seemed to think about it for a few moments, poking his tip as the thought processed in his mind. After Buizel moved down, down, down, Barry thanked his lucky stars, he was really gonna do it! He was so close, wait, why was he sniffing? Sniff, sniff, sniff, then Buizel moved his head back up, smiling and shaking his head.
Ah, that sucks.
Well, quite the opposite, actually.
The Pokemon, however, didn't leave him hanging for long. Buizel, as if to make up for his lack of either interest or desire to give his throbbing prick a good lick, doubled his efforts. His paw pads, now generously lubricated with Barry's precum, glided up and down his shaft. He'd start right at his tip, sliding his paws down, down, right to his tail, then right back up. It tickled, it felt astonishing, Barry wanted this feeling never to end. He sat back on the rock and bit a finger to stifle a moan, and that's when he felt something begin to caress his balls.
Barry didn't need to look down, he didn't need to see what it was, he was in heaven. Buizel was milking him for all he was worth, the horny Pokemon was, like he had been at the beginning, curious to see just how hard a human could cum. Barry hadn't gotten off in the past three days due to a sheer lack of motivation to cum, and with the excitement of nearly being caught, the taboo that was a Pokemon giving him a handjob, in public, no less, he was certain that he'd cum more than he ever had before.
"Oh, fuck, Buizel…" Barry moaned, rubbing his hand over the Pokemon's back. "I'm… I'm close!"
"Bui?"
"I'm gonna… c-cum!" He sounded like such a whiny slut, yet he couldn't help it.
"Bui! Bui! Buizel!" The Pokemon eagerly chattered as the impending orgasm began to knock on his body's door.
"F-Fuc…." He tried, but couldn't let the word slip from his mouth.
A powerful sense of pleasure shot through his body, an orgasm unlike any he'd ever felt before. Buizel didn't stop when he began, though, he continued to milk with both paw and tail, demanding more and more cum to rocket from Barry's tip. He felt cum hit his chest, his neck, it would have hit him in his face if he was looking down at Buizel, but as it was, he was in the throes of such an incredible orgasm.
As the seconds ticked by, feeling more like hours, Buizel continued working on him. His paws, now delightfully slick with cum, slid easily up and down his shaft. He squeezed hard, he squeezed in all the right areas, with just enough pressure to make Barry moan, actually moan! He normally grunted his orgasms away, but this Pokemon was, quite literally, making him moan like a bitch!
And with one final dribble, Barry was done. Buizel continued his ministrations as he sat up, fuck, did everything always feel this light? With a soft, yet commanding touch, Barry moved the Pokemon away from him and sat up. Ohh, that wasn't good, he was really lightheaded. Barry gave a confused, delighted moan, then fell forward.
Once his head hit the rushing water, he was almost instantly pulled back into reality, but it was far too late. The rapids roughly pulled him along the river, he couldn't even get a breath in before being pushed back down under its oddly warm depths. He tumbled through the water for a few more seconds before he finally felt something grab onto his hand, just in time, too; his lungs weren't burning anymore, like they had been when he'd fallen into the river, they were outright on fire now.
Barry was wrenched out of the water and dragged, once he found a footing, he grabbed onto… a handful of sand, pulling himself up on a shore as he gasped for air. His vision was blurry, covered by his soaking wet hair, Barry wiped it away as he took deep, shuddering breaths, and looked up to see Buizel standing above him, a concerned look on his face.
"Holy fuck, Buizel…" Barry choked back tears as he reached up and pulled the small, surprisingly strong Pokemon into a hug.
"Bui, bui," he cooed, running a paw through his wet hair.
Barry didn't cry, though he felt damn close to it. He just continued to thank Buizel as he hugged him, Arceus, how he wanted him. After a few minutes of embracing him, something began to press against his cheek. Barry figured it was the Pokemon's paw, gently pushing him away, and chuckled, moving away.
It was, in fact, not Buizel's paw.
It was his dick. Barry had been hugging and pressing his face right up against the Pokemon's sopping wet sheath. Now due to the pressure and warmth of his hug, Buizel had gotten quite stiff; already, two inches of pink taper poked above his sheath. Looking up, Barry could see Buizel blushing softly, an embarrassed look on his face, which of course, was turned away from him.
"H-Ha…" Barry murmured, grinning. "I suppose that uh… well, I kinda left you all…" He motioned towards the Pokemon's twitching length. "High and dry. Despite how wet we are."
"Buizel…" The Pokemon took a step back, as if saying, 'Don't worry about it, just go home and stay safe, dummy. And watch how fast you get up, you're heavier than you look, and that's a fast river.'
"Aww, c'mon." He knew it probably wasn't the best idea to grab a wild Pokemon by its ankle, but he was walking away a bit faster than he wanted to.
"Bui!"
"You helped me out, lemme do the same!" Barry knew how desperate he sounded, but he didn't care. He just wanted to make Buizel cum.
"Bui?"
"I'll um… well, I'm already down… Can you sit down as well?" He smiled warmly, Buizel rubbed his tails, blushing softly. "C'mon, there's another granola bar at my home for you if you do!"
At this, it was almost comical how fast Buizel plopped down in front of him. Barry smiled and crawled a bit closer to him, getting a good look at what he was going to work with in a few moments. Whatever stiffness Buizel might have felt at one point was gone, now there was only a small, almost cute sheath, the same orange color that most of his body was. His balls were the size one would expect for a Pokemon of Buizel's stature, yet they still impressed Barry.
"I'm going to touch you now." Barry said, smiling as Buizel nodded. He'd just wanted to make sure it was okay, was all.
With that, he reached up and felt the Pokemon's balls. They were wet, from the dip the two of them had taken, go figure, but soft. Incredibly soft. Barry figured after his initial shock that they would be, after all, ball sacks were nothing but a glorified cushion for balls, but it shocked him nevertheless. He felt around, felt each of his small Pokemon balls - small for him at least, plenty big for the average Buizel - enjoying the soft heat they gave off. He was surprised at the inch of cock that slowly pushed its way out of his sheath from the ball-play alone.
"Horny one, huh?" He said, half to himself, half to Buizel.
The Pokemon didn't respond to him, just began to breathe a bit heavier. It was incredibly cute, hearing his soft little pants as he grew stiffer and stiffer. Barry hadn't really ever been with a Pokemon before, but that hadn't stopped him from watching porn online of people with them. One thing he'd watched when it came to sheaths was that, even though the dick would eventually slide down, one could slide the sheath down over the growing erection.
So that's exactly what he did. Barry used both hands, index and thumbs, to reach up and pull the sheath down, down, down, until… Well, no knot. It was disappointing, but understandable, he was a Buizel, after all, not a canine kind of Pokemon like a Poochyena or a Hounddoom. His disappointment was quickly washed away, however, when a thin, crystal clear bead of precum gently pushed its way from his tip, leaking down his cock. Barry, still holding the sheath down, felt like there was no other option to clean him off but to reach over, and, from what base he could find, right to his tip, licked.
Buizel shuddered, moaning his name in a high-pitched and squeaky voice as Barry returned for another lick. And another. And another! He moaned himself, delighted at the salty, river water taste of the shaft in front of him. Unsure of whether or not it was actually just the river water, or if that was Buizel's natural musk, Barry continued to lick and lick, vowing to himself that he would get to the source.
Much to his delight, Buizel quickly became as erect as he could, and with that, a surprising swell began to grow in his hand. Confused, Barry looked down at what was happening, and that confusion soon gave way to astonishment. Buizel, even though he wasn't a canine like Poochyena or Hounddoom, was growing a rather substantial knot right at the base of his cock.
"Holy fuck…" He murmured, gently nuzzling the knot with his nose. "I love this."
"Buizel!" The Pokemon appreciatively put a paw on his head and pushed him into the knot.
The two of them knew exactly what came next.
Barry looked up and grinned before backing off and taking the throbbing erection between two fingers. After a few appreciative strokes, he leaned down and led it into his mouth, squeezing his lips around it with every inch. It didn't fill his mouth like he'd expected it would, even once he'd gotten right down to the knot, it was much easier to handle than he'd expected.
Which was a good thing. Buizel, apparently never once receiving a blowjob, instantly cried out when Barry's lips enveloped his knot, trying desperately to pull it out. Barry wondered if he should let him, but after a few moments, Buizel began to pant and leaned onto his head, beginning to softly hump his mouth.
Due to how close lips were to groin, Buizel couldn't hump far, maybe an inch, an inch and a half, but it was more than enough for both him and Barry. As confident as he had been, once reaching his knot, now that his mouth was completely full of cock, the pushes to the back of his throat began to tickle a reflex he didn't quite like getting tickled.
But he refused to be bothered by it. All he did was continue sucking as Buizel used his mouth, reaching up and gently beginning to fondle his balls as well. The little Pokemon began to grunt softly, moving forward and back against Barry's tongue, the grip on his head and hair grew ever so tighter with every passing minute. He couldn't tell if Buizel was close or not; judging by the salty, river water taste that filled his mouth, the warmth of the precum that he occasionally had to swallow, he was close.
It only clicked in his mind the second time over once Buizel stopped the humping and held still that he wasn't trying his best to cum as fast as he could. The little bastard was enjoying himself, taking his time! Barry wouldn't have cared if they were in the privacy of his own house, but they were somewhere in a very public trail!
With a devious grin, Barry gently pulled Buizel's paws off of him and pushed him onto his back, holding his belly with one hand. The Pokemon gave a few confused chatters, then, once he let the knot from his lips and began to suck, all he could manage was excited, euphoric cries of delight. The precum began to leak from his dick a lot faster than it had been as Barry held and squished the knot between his fingers, and Buizel was trembling.
It didn't exactly take too long for Buizel to begin to cum, but it was a strange orgasm, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. When Buizel began, it felt like the precum wasn't just leaking out, but gushing out. Then, five powerful ropes of cum blasted the back of his mouth and throat with a moan as Barry dove down on the knot, surrounding it with his lips. He continued swallowing, as much as Buizel could shoot, and he had a lot to shoot. Those balls were deceptively small, judging by just how much cum they'd held inside of them.
Buizel continued shaking, trembling as he came, grunting his name, holding Barry's hand with a grip that was harder than any he'd ever felt before. He swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, until his belly felt full. Barry was confused, it had been a solid minute, and still, Buizel was pumping cum.
He sucked up and pulled off the throbbing cock, gently laying his head between Buizel's legs and stroking. One, two, three ropes of nearly translucent, clear cum shot up, arced in the air, and fell right onto Buizel's belly. That seemed to be the last of it, thank Arceus; Buizel's cock was growing softer and softer in his hand. The knot had all but shrunken back into his sheath, and the dick was quickly following, but Barry wasn't done.
He let the member slide back into the sheath as Buizel laid there, panting and gasping for air, until there was nothing remaining, not even a tip. Then he allowed the curiosity to get the better of him, and gently took the entire sheath into his mouth. Paws were on his head in a moment as Buizel, overstimulated as he was, felt like Barry was going to try and get him hard again.
But that wasn't his intention at all. Barry just wanted to feel what it was like, and he did. The sheath was warm, very squishy and soft on the outside. When he'd gently pushed in with his tongue, Buizel moaned and shivered softly, the paws stopping any resistance as he drove deeper inside. Barry circled around the musky, wet inside of the sheath, the taste of river water and salt was immense here. Buizel's cock was also twitching inadvertently back to life, succumbing to the pleasure of it all. Finally, he pulled off with a satisfied sucking noise, and put his head on his hands as Buizel sat up, dazed.
"So, about that granola bar." Buizel's eyes immediately lit up, a wide smile spreading across his cute face.
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