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Backdoor Stories: Pokemon	By : DropDeadandWrite Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Brock's fingers were slick and slippery with vegetable oil as he scrubbed the pots and pans he'd used earlier to cook dinner for him and Ash. The sun was setting behind the mountains, setting the skies in a rich color of fiery red and molten orange. The day pokemons were scurrying about and finding their shelters, while those that came out at night were finally stirring from a long night's sleep. A dishwasher would've been better at this point but seeing as how he didn't want to leave Ash behind, despite the fact that he knew the boy was capable of handling things by himself, made him stay and use whatever that was with them. Dirt and a nearby river. It didn't help too, that they were nearly running out of money (thanks to a certain something that happened which he was trying hard to forget) and hence the need for the boys to sleep in the woods whilst Misty got all the pokemon to stay with her in town. On a bed. With a kitchen. And a bath.
Such thoughts weren't helping as well and Brock shook his head, focusing on the task at hand and settling with the idea that at least, he was alone with Ash, for the first time and that was enough to make him happy. His manhood seemed to agree as well and he adjusted his position a bit to give his length a little friction. He was alone anyways, for the meantime and he needed some 'me' time if he was going back to the camp and sharing the tent with Ash. As soon as he was done with the final pot, he checked to see if his hand was still slick with oil and positioned himself on the bank, shrugging off his shorts and setting to work on his rod. He'd take his time, who knows, maybe Ash was watching, the very thought made him stroke harder.
Ash started to clear the camp of twigs and sticks and set to work on the tent. Brock had just left a while ago and the boy was thankful, since he could have a headstart on sleeping and did not have to worry about Brock sleeping beside him. Ash didn't trust himself one bit to be sure that he wouldn't do anything naughty to the stud once they were together in the tent; since they were finally alone, just the two of them. No girls, no pokemons, just them both. It was scary, and at the same time, filling his other head, down below, with too much blood. He looked down and found his manhood straining against his brief and then his jeans. He rubbed it a bit and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. If only he could, if he could just... but no. That meant he had to waste time and then he'd have to be awake when Brock got into the tent beside him... which was worse.
As the final nail struck home in the ground, he stretched his limbs for a bit and hanged his black top on a nearby branch, hoping the cold of the night would creep through his bones and kill his drive. It worked, kindof. When he was finally starting to shiver and felt certain parts of his body numbing, he crept into the tent and then under a sleeping bag, facing the side of the tent, his back to his absent companion. He concentrated hard on sleeping.
When that didn't work, he thanked the heavens that Brock hadn't returned and laid his back flat on the earth, separated by the tent's floor and then his sleeping bag. A few seconds ticked and he started counting Mareeps in his head. And then pokeballs... that had geodudes in them... owned by Bro-. Ash sat straight up, making the zippers around him flying open. He shook his head to clear it of the naughty images that suddenly started to flood it. Opening one eye, he checked the bed beside him and when there was still no one in it, he checked his watch and counted two hours since his separation with Brock. That had him worrying and he got up from bed.
"Brock!" he called, a gust of wind making his voice shake at the end as he scanned the trees for his shirt which he'd carelessly hunged on. A smack on the forehead did him some as he now realized the stupidity of his actions. Of course the wind would send his shirt flying God-knows where. To keep himself from freezing to death, he started for the path where Brock had walked on earlier towards the river. He was about to call out again when he froze, not because of the wind, but because of the sudden warmth that shot through him within a second as two plump butt cheeks met him. His eyes widened as he saw Brock's hand stroking whatever it was was infront of him.
Ash walked silently towards the trees and found a rock that gave him a full side view of Brock and his gleaming rod in the moonlight. He knew Brock was close, the heavy panting and fast stroking were telltale signs of someone nearing the end. Ash shoved his shorts and briefs down as he followed Brock's speed with his own. Brock's length was a massive one, even bigger than the ones in his imaginations and he found himself doing what he'd always wanted to do to Brock in his head, this time, with the exact length.
Brock's eyes were tightly shut as he saw Ash in his head, working magic on his manhood as he did his part to the other, never stopping and only gaining speed each and every second. He was nearing the end with each stroke and when he came, he bit hard on the twig he'd placed between his teeth as spasms broke throughout his rock solid body, shot after shot cumming.
A flock of Pidgeys started to fly away on the other side of the river but such beautiful sights were lost to the boy drowning in euphoria.
Ash wasn't too far behind as the scene before him made him shoot his load as well. He had to bite his tongue from letting out a gutteral scream and when he was done convulsing involuntarilly on the ground, he made a quick escape towards the tent, stumbling over his black shirt. He used the piece of clothing to wipe off the dripping cum from his rod and stashed it in his bag, making a mental note of cleaning it in the morning. Guess he had to use his spare clean ones earlier than he'd planned.
Grinning sheepishly, Brock gathered the pots infront of him and took a little swim before heading back to camp. A nagging feeling of someone watching him earlier was at bay but he shrugged it off as he entered the tent. He found Ash shivering beneath the covers and when he couldn't resist taking a peek, he unzipped the other boy's sleeping bag a few and found his friend naked from the waist up. He took off his own t-shirt and placed it atop Ash's plastic blanket. After he'd checked to make sure the fire outside their tent would last the night, he crawled into his own bed, now closer to Ash's and laid his muscled arm across Ash's sleeping form, tucking the boy closer to him to share his warmth. He hoped the boy wouldn't stop shivering so that he didn't have to stop the embrace but when the shivers died down to finally nothing, he found himself frowning a bit as he moved back to his side of the tent.
When he was sure the smell was off his body, Ash crept back into his bed and shut his eyes, hearing someone, a familiar someone coming close to the tent. He tried taking in soft, slow breathes and found himself shivering due to the cold that seemed to sip in through the layers of cloth that covered him. He felt something moving behind him but he didn't want to appear like he'd awake for all this time so he remained still. A sudden coldness attacked him from behind but that was cut short when a piece of warm clothing covered him and he heard the zippers locking. His brows furrowed at what was going on behind him but when Brock's heavy arm was suddenly atop him and he felt himself being moved, he shut his mouth as his back met a solid wall of muscle and warmth, warmer than anything he'd ever felt, enveloped him. His heart pounded in his ears as his shivering started to die down. Not a second later and he would've been sweating; too bad Brock broke off the snuggle and he didn't get to sweat buckets.
A million questions entered his head but a strong feeling of loneliness conquered it all. Turning about in his bag, he found Brock sleeping soundly on the other side of the tent. Ash counted to a hundred before crawling towards Brock's side and studying his calm face which was always frowning. In his sleep, the Rock Gym Leader looked so calm that you wouldn't recognize him for the strong man he was. Ash couldn't keep his head from leaning closer just to steal a little goodnight kiss...
Closer...
A bit more...
And then Brock made it easier and his lips met Ash's midway. The naked boy's eyes fluttered open and he was met with lazy hazelbrown eyes.
"So you were awake, huh?" a heavily lidded Brock murmured before a nasty smirk formed on his lips. His tongue came out after a second and Ash's eyes were glued on the stud's lips as Brock's tongue licked the taste of Ash on his own.
Ash could only gulp before he nodded slowly, eyes wide.
Outside the tent, whom made the Pidgey's suddenly wake from their sleep walked stealthily towards the place where the smoke was coming from... this was so not happening.
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