Day 6: Catch a show.

You wake up to the sound of a vacuum. You rub the sleep from your eyes and can see housekeeping cleaning the room. She stops when she sees you, the sound of the vacuum dying in the air. You quickly move to cover yourself with your hands. You feel them slip across your chest. Looking down you pull your hand away slightly, strings of cum hanging between your hand and chest. Mr. Hyle must have jacked off onto your chest before leaving this morning. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know anybody was in here. I’ll come back later.”

She starts packing up before you say, “No you’re fine, I’m leaving.” She seems a little uncertain about it all. But you grab a towel from the bathroom to wipe your chest clean. You then find the shirt from the night before but don’t even bother trying to slip it on instead grabbing a button up shirt from an open suitcase on the floor. It is long enough to cover your boxers, and you leave the maid to her business.

You quickly make your way through the lobby of the pokecenter, and to your room. On your bed is your bag and beside it is a fat stack of cash. You pick it up and read the paper band tying the cash together. 50,000PD. Not bad for letting a guy suck on your chest. When you go to shower, you notice a trail of hickeys starting to form down your neck and across your chest.

You’re running the cash into a special machine in the lobby that deposits the money into your bank account rather than digitizing the physical money. Your phone dings with a message. Your mom has been sending you photos of various outfits, getting your advice on what to pack. But you’re surprised to see the newest message is from John.

“Hey, I just reached Cerulean. You want to meet up and catch a show?”

“Sounds great. What did you have in mind?”

You’re waiting outside of the Cerulean East Show Aquarium, people are making their way inside for the “Buizel Bonanza.” When John arrives, you greet each other, you ask about Roger and John tells you that he and Humphrey wanted to go hunt the wilds outside Cerulean. Thankfully he doesn’t ask about the ‘fish whore’ experience or videos. You only catch him briefly staring at your tattoo, just long enough to read the words and then not bring it up. You hold onto his strong arms as he guides you to your seats. You realize this is your first time being alone with John since you fucked him in Viridian Forest.

The Buizel Bonanza is quite the spectacle. A slew of Buizel swim through the waters in front of the stands. They jump through the air, firing water guns in every direction. Rainbows forming in the mists. The Buizel reach amazing speeds jetting through the water, looking like orange blurs skimming across the surface.

They swim at high speeds before launching themselves into the air as they break the surface. Meeting in mid air, the Buizel grab each other and bounce off to meet other Buizel mid air, creating a series of rising Buizel keeping the middle going up as the sides slowly fall with no one to bounce off of. At the height of the ladder, the peak Buizel tucks into a dive, passing through aqua rings that his partners set up beneath him, landing in the pool with barely a splash. A couple other acts follow, including one where the Buizel use ice beams to freeze the pool and perform figure skating routines on the unseasonal ice.

After the show, John takes you out to eat at a little burger joint that smelled fantastic from the street. While inside, John told you about his trip through Mt. Moon. The boys and him had to take it slow, since the mountain was filled with rock type pokemon that **** them to heal up regularly.

You didn’t have any exciting Mt. Moon stories to share. But you told him about the Abra you chased around Route 25. And how you met Bill the PC inventor and helped him with a teleporting accident. You leave out everything involving Black Jack and Team Rocket, no need to worry your friend.

The food smelled better from the street, than it actually tasted but hey you win some you lose some. John walks you back to your room at the pokecenter. He had got a room at a different center so he was talking about how he’d have to walk across town afterwards. But you had different plans for your muscular friend, if he was up for it.

You stop in front of your door and you wait for him to make a move. When he doesn’t, you pull him by the collar of his shirt as you lean in for a good night kiss. “Um, I uh wow,” he stumbles over his words after your lips break apart. He turns to leave you outside your door.

Is he really leaving? “Did you want to come in?” you call out to him before he gets too far down the hall. He turns looking back at you. He looks surprised at your proposition. You lick your lips trying to entice him to come back. He finally gets the picture and quickly makes his way back to you. You slide the key card opening the door just as John reaches you.

You let John past you. You can see his muscles straining against his shirt. You’re imagining running your tongue across his abs, when you hear a voice call out, “It’s about time you got back.” You don’t even have time to process the voice calling out, as you run into John’s back as he stops abruptly. You peer around John’s large biceps and are surprised to see . . .