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“Is there an oasis up ahead...or am I just hallucinating?”

Dylan -my Kadabra- breathes what sounds like a ghost of a chuckle the same time I feel a slight pinch on my lower arm. I glance down; assuming that yet another bug bit me and hoping to find it still crawling on me so I could exact vengeance by killing it dead. But either it was the Speedy Gonzales of bugs doing a drive by or Dylan had used his telekinetic powers to pinch me.

In response I glared at him in a pout; much too exhausted to exact any vengeance at this current moment. In response Dylan pointed ahead of us as he said in the perfect English I managed to finish teaching him to speak right before setting off on our ‘grand’ adventure: “I had the same thought. So I checked it out with my third eye. Thankfully disproved our hallucination theory.”

That news had actually gave me my 22nd or 23rd wind cause I found myself sprinting full tilt towards the sandbar of the river we just stumbled upon. Deliriously laughing like a prison escapee all the while stripping myself of my bag, electronics, shoes, and socks so I could take a refreshing dip without a care.

That is until Dylan slapped me in the face with this when I came up for air: “Need I remind you that what you're swimming in is your last clean set of clothes Mr. Always-Too-Lazy-To-Do-Laundry!?”

In response; I let the heavens and the surrounding wildlife know I’d fucked up by shouting: “Fuck!” at the top of my lungs, extending the ‘u’ part until I ran out of breath.

Meanwhile Dylan -and the rest of my team- were howling with unrestrained laughter. I let them have their fun for a bit before using my own telekinetic powers to dump a globe of water over the Kadabra, Vulpix, Haunter, and Xatu’s heads. Now it was my turn to laugh! The looks on their collective faces were just too priceless for words! Well worth the migraine that would rear it’s ugly head in a few minutes as it always does when I strain that particular muscle.

My partners vengeance came in the form of an enormous globe of water that I didn’t see until it became far too late. Only had enough time to suck in a breath before it shoved me down under. Had to wait till the water settled before I was able to swim back to the surface unimpeded. The moment I did: I was fished out by Dylan’s telekinetic hands as he shouted: “That was the most idiotic exchange I’ve ever witnessed!”

Dylan jabbed a finger at me as he tore me a new one: “You’re unbelievably lucky that stupid stunt didn’t-”

I came back to consciousness slowly. That migraine that I was talking about earlier reared it’s ugly head just as predicted. The light from my piss-poor electric lamp gave off just enough illumination to tell me that I was in my tent. Funny. I don’t remember setting that up. Neither do I remember taking that bath my senses were telling me that I’d taken. Someone else obviously done all that. Most likely the very same person that left me in my sleeping bag buttass naked.

Business as usual…

Tears come unbidden as I roll over onto my stomach and say into my pillow: “I’m so sick of this! Is it really too much to be allowed to have a little fun with my powers every now and then!?”

I believed myself to be alone or at the very least the only one being conscious. So I found myself jumping a little and my pulse quicken in fright when I was embraced from behind as Dylan whispers to me with a sigh: “You’re only human Edgar. What you’re asking for-.”

I snap back as my sleeping bag starts to inflate as if filling up with air but what obviously wasn’t: “-takes time to build! I know that already because I’ve already heard this lecture a billion fucking times from you and everyone else!”

Dylan unzips me to save my sleeping bag from being ripped by my power -again!-. Then Dylan uses his own power to suppress the energy that suddenly whooshes out before it can make the tent collapse on top of us -again!-. All this happening and being blatantly ignored by Dylan of course as he angrily snaps back: “You wouldn’t have to hear this lecture again if you’d only demonstrate that you’ve finally taken it to heart!”

I decided to ignore Dylan and get up -as much as I was able to being in a tent and all-, to find something if anything to cover up with, splash water on my face/dunk my head in it, and force myself to do something constructive until I’ve cooled off.

But Dylan must’ve sensed my intentions because he wrestled me into the floor, crawled further on top of me, held my arms down, and press our foreheads together. All while -to my utter disbelief- tears began streaming down his face as he whispered: “Stop straining yourself! Please,please, please, please stop straining yourself!” adding this in a barely coherent whisper: “Especially when we’re not in teleporting range of a hospital. ”

My disbelief and guilt suddenly transforms into exasperation as I sucked in a breath to whine something we both already knew. But Dylan cuts me off with a withering glare whose heat wasn’t at all directed at me as he says: “-you’re out of the woods when I say your out of those woods. Words from a empathyless, brainless ‘scientist’ playing doctor mean next to nothing to me since he has to slice you up to see what I can easily sense with my third eye.”

The pointlessness of this finally hits me and has me asking: “Are we done arguing about stuff we argued about a thousand times before?”

I heard a snort as Dylan slides down my body to rest his head on my chest as he replies in a despairing tone: “I’m done if you are.”

“Good cause I am...now where are my clothes?”

Dylan snorts and there is a glimmer of amusement in his tone as he replies: “Trixie and Dixie have decided to take it upon themselves to tackle that nasty monster known as Laundry in your stead. Your clothes were wearing were assimilated by the Laundry obviously. Bryan went off to fetch firewood. My job was to look after you and keep you warm if need-be.”

My traitorous body makes the next realization before my brain does. I open my mouth to apologize for ruining what had been an innocent cuddle by popping a boner. But Dylan once again intercepted my words. This time by sliding up my body to close his mouth over mine. I gasped in surprise while Dylan appeared to sigh with contentment as he used telepathy to feed me images.

A memory I quickly realized.

Dylan wakes up in the middle of the night because I’d called out to him by name by both speech and telepathic echo. At first Dylan had been a bit confused because I was clearly still asleep. Then Dylan felt the warm,wet, slickness grinding against his back. This brought a grin to Dylan’s face as he used telekinesis to fetch a towel and change of underwear for me while using his right hand to covertly play with himself.

And that’s just my favorite. I have plenty of other examples if you're not satisfied.

I begin to reciprocate and deepen the kiss while I say via telepath :One is enough thank you.

This earns me a growl that sounded quite miffed and a bitten lip. Both surprise me dumb and force me turn my head in attempt to break off the kiss to ask the obvious. But Dylan follows me. Licking and sucking on the abused lip like a teat briefly before his lips and tongue find mine again. Takes my stunned brain a moment to realize that the new taste that Dylan was sharing with me was blood and my lip must be bleeding.

Despite everything though; even the pulsing pain that decided to attack both sides of my head at that very moment. I found myself moaning quite wantonly into Dylan’s mouth. The pleasant vibrations of which sent a bolt of heat rushing to my cheeks then began to slowly spread, made my toes curl, my dick beginning to throb almost angrily as what must’ve been pre began it’s very slow descension down my leg. All of this together convinced me that it might be a good idea to wrestle Dylan onto his back.

Unfortunately a gentle but firm telekinetic force pinned me to the ground before my body could so much as twitch. Again I was stunned; but only for the moment Dylan lingered before abruptly breaking off our liplock. A strand of drool still connected us before Dylan broke it with his tongue and slurped it into his mouth as if it were a noodle. With my mouth now free I sucked in a breathe to ask the obvious question. But Dylan’s hand closed over my mouth as his expression violently shifting from arousal to displeasure; just a hair’s breath from anger really as he asked in a harsh whisper:

“Did I not beg you to not strain yourself just a bit ago?”

My question must’ve been written all over my face cause Dylan furiously elaborated: “Did you just use telepathy after I begged you not to strain yourself just seconds ago?!”

I rolled my eyes and replied: “Can we just overlook that slight slip-?”

I was cut-off when Dylan rapped his knuckles against my forehead while he said in an exasperated hiss: “No such thing as a ‘slight’ slip when it comes that cancer and your body you dingus!”

I found myself grimacing because each individual tap slightly increased the force of my headache. Dylan must’ve realized what was happening because he’d stopped after two taps. After a heartbeat worth of silence Dylan then quickly added with an sincerely apologetic and regretful tone : “Sorry. The headache you would wake-up to somehow slipped my mind.”

I rolled my eyes again as I replied: “Well on the plus side it’s dark out. So we shouldn’t have to worry about any flying pigs until daybreak.”

Dylan is giving me a funny look as he finally lets me go of my restraint to apparently fetch my Pokedex. After pressing a few buttons: Dylan blinds me for the few moments it takes my eyes to adjust when he holds it for my inspection. After learning all there was to learn about the Woobat and Swoobat species: I finally reply: “So why does the saying ‘when pigs fly’ exist if these things exist?”

In a tone mirroring my disbelief: “Wait hold up! That’s a saying!? What the fuck does it even mean?”

I give Dylan the answers to his questions. We just blink dumbly at each other for a short time. Then we both just burst out laughing! I can’t speak for Dylan. But what tickled me wasn’t what we were talking about. It was the fact we somehow had an awkward trivia exchange as if everything leading up to it never happened!

Course none of this was good for my now pounding headache. But I almost thanked it out loud when the pain let me see and pounce on an opportunity that presented itself. Said opportunity was to climb on top of the tickled pink Kadabra and pin his wrist to the floor of the tent. Still laughing; I began peppering all that I could reach of Dylan’s face, neck, body with gentle kisses and grinding my body against.

Dylan’s responded to me by shuddering against me, stiffening in all the right places, and wrapped his legs around me. Was long until I had Dylan grunting, gasping, sighed, hmm’d, ohh’d and ahh’d at me every time I would find a particularly good spot. All very good cues. But those immediately meant next to nothing to me when I got to feel Dylan’s slightly arch his back and almost purr like a cat when I apparently found an especially weak spot.

Unfortunately Dylan would use his chin to block my access to his neck immediately after I found this button. My persistence was met with more denial. This was also when Dylan began to feebly fight against the hold I still had on his wrist. Both playful attempts of denial made me chuckle a bit into Dylan’s mouth when I finally met his lips. Perhaps it was both the vibrations from this or the kiss itself that made us both shudder and moan in unison

Both our dicks were leaking like faucets through all of this of course. But it appears we were both equally determined to ignore that. At least we were until I finally crumbled under the pressure lust was exerting and broke our liplock. Both of us gasping for air because apparently both of us forgotten that we needed to do that. This happening at the same time that I let go of Dylan’s wrist.

Then I was on my back with my arms and legs spread apart. Wrist and ankles were pinned to the floor of the tent by an unseen but familiar force. The shift happened so fast that I was pretty sure the ‘room’ spinning had very little to do with the nausea from the incoming migraine. At least my mouth still seemed to work:

“What’s up dude?”

“You mean bes-”

“Yes!” I exasperatedly exclaimed and followed it with a fitting groan.

Dylan’s response was to snicker mischievously at the same exact time I heard the tell-tale zipping sound of the tent being opened, then closed back up again. I didn’t have to wonder long before my questions were answered by Dylan tying something around my ankles. Had enough slack to be comfortable,but tight enough that only just slight movements were feasibly possible if I tried. The feel of it and clicking sound I heard told me that it was one of my belts.

Dylan then crawls up my body; obviously repositioning to work on my wrist with the spare one I keep. Before I could even think of commenting: Dylan nonchalantly says: “I don’t really dig the bondage thing per-se. I just really don’t want to waste energy reining in that impatience of yours”

I snort then try to ignore my face flushing as I admit: “Well that’s a waste of effort since I’m pretty sure a stiff enough wind will get me off at this point.”

“Hmm…” was Dylan’s only form of acknowledgement of my words as he crawls down my body.

My heart actually skips a beat when he gets a hair’s breadth from touching my rod with his face. I suck in an audible breath and held it for a moment when I see him almost too slowly open his mouth. Body going rigid when I felt his breath washing over me.

Upon noticing my tension; Dylan begins gently massaging my legs and groin with his left and right hands respectively. Much smaller but unseen hands quickly joined in on the rubdown. Felt so good that I almost didn’t hear Dylan’s soft whisper: “Relax for me, won’t you Edgar?”

I grunted then said with clenched teeth: “Don’t strain yourself for my benefit.”

A chuff then Dylan winked at me with tiny blue light bulbs that was his eyes at the moment as he replied in a pout that likely would have driven me to my knees if I’d been standing: “Then you’d best start complying.”

I did so very reluctantly. At least began actively trying to relax since the nasty cocktail of emotions swirling within me were making that rather difficult. Frustration, shame, and a bit of confusion to name just a few. Emotions that lust shoved into a deep, dark pit when Dylan began breathing on my erection. The traitor throbbed almost angrily and spit out a big fat glob of pre. Pre that Dylan took care of with single swipe of his tongue then even had the audacity to lick his lips afterward.

A slutty moan somehow went straight past my filter without my consent.

An evil snicker then a jubilant:“That’s the spirit!”

The idea to lunge, throw my arms around Dylan’s neck, and attempt to facefuck his brains out came to mind. But before I could try: I was once again pinned to the floor by an unseen force until I let my body relax again. My question was answered before I could voice it: “It’s kinda hard not to notice cogs turning and feel you tense from my vantage point.”

Damn!

“You done stalling?”

I audibly gulped and nodded simultaneously.

“Good.”

With that Dylan shoved his nose in my bush of pubic hair, took a deep inhale with his nose, then exhaled through his mouth right on my dick. Felt kinda good but gave me more gooseflesh than anything. My stiff wind comment immediately came back to simultaneously haunt me, soothe my worries, and amuse me. Obviously cause if Dylan was going to attempt that then that would give me plenty of time to recov-

Didn’t even get a chance to finish that train of thought before I found myself crying out in both surprise and pleasure. The cause was right after another hot breath -this time my sack was his target- Dylan threw a curveball by giving the spot he just blew on a little swipe with his tongue. Thing was the amount of pleasure didn’t at all match up with the action. Was I really that pent-up right now?!

Dylan did it again; this time all the way up my dick from bottom to top. Same result but I was this time wracked with enough pleasure that I bit my lip, hoping to stop myself from crying out again -didn’t work- and blow my load right then and there! It was almost as if-

I groan then begged with a whine: “Dude please stop breathing on it like that! You’re making it more sensitive.”

A brief chuckle then: “Actually this trick just heightens your arousal. The sensitivity is probably just a side effect.”

“Fuck!”

A very brief chuckle then:“That is the idea yes.”

Without missing a beat; Dylan renewed his administration with even more vigor than before. Before I knew it the tiny, occasional licks evolved into rapid fire licks, swirls, laps, and you probably get the idea by now. But just because I surrendered myself over to the pleasure to the point Dylan had me basically mewling like a cat against my whim. Doesn’t mean I couldn’t tease him by yanking his meaty lollipop away from him from time to time.

Unfortunately Dylan didn’t let me play this game for very long. In a move that might as well be one motion: Dylan pinned my hips with just his upper body strength and basically swallowed my just a cut above average dick whole! Apparently being balls deep in a hot mouth was all I needed to be pushed over the edge.

I’ve never busted a nut that hard before. Hell it almost hurt! What made it all the sweeter was when I felt Dylan pull back and heard him start choking on either my dick or seed. Consequently hosing us both down with what was still erupting from my tip. Serves you right you bastard!

After a hacking and coughing fit Dylan says with a note of grim amusement: “Could’ve warned me you shot big wads with more than a little kick.”

Unfortunately I could still do nothing at that point but pant and giggle like an idiot…

“My turn!”

Dylan exclaims while crawling up to sit on my chest with a big shit-eating grin on his face. The bastard actually had the audacity to slap my face with his dick until I calmed back down and got my breath back! Which for some bizarre reason only tickled me more! Either that or I was REALLY looking forward to reaping vengeance.

Finally I inevitably stopped laughing. I opened my mouth to say that I was ready. Only for Dylan to apparently take that as a go-ahead to shove his just a cut above average dick straight in! Fortunately it wasn’t bumping against my gag reflex just yet; so I didn’t mind that much. But the least the bastard could’ve done was give me a warning!

Didn’t have time to even think up a complaint though. As soon as I got my lips over my teeth and relaxed my throat the best I could: Dylan began slowly thrusting. I really didn’t know how I felt about my first ever given blowjob being a face fuck. Not that it wasn’t going to happen regardless. Guess this means I’ll have to wait for my vengeance…

Ever so slowly Dylan picked up the pace while slowly feeding me more and more of his cock. My noobness reared it’s ugly head every time I gagged. Which was quite often until I finally learned to swallow plenty and that Dylan wasn’t going to stop and give me a minute. Quite the contrary since the bastard appeared to be getting off on it. Which was okay I guess since despite this occasional discomfort: being used like this was hot.

Which is why I nearly blew a fuse when Dylan suddenly pulled his cock all the way out. I was about to complain when Dylan forced my head down then began pumping his cock over my face with his tongue sticking out cutely. Occasionally pausing to beat my face with his meat.

I couldn’t help but ask after a few seconds: “You do realize some ‘mon will be able to smell this from a mile away even if I scrub it raw right?”

Another brief chuckle and dick slap before Dylan says in-between ragged panting: “That’s kinda the- Gah! *grunt* FUCK!” More animal noises that I’ve never heard Dylan make followed after this as he climax.

Fortunately Dylan managed to put his right hand to cover my eyes just before he erupted; his left was used to aim himself. Would’ve of thought given his positioning that most of his cum would spray off of his hand. But I was sorely mistaken. By the time Dylan was done hosing me down: both cheeks, forehead, eyebrows, lips, chin, and even a bit of my hair felt absolutely covered in the warm, musky, and watery fluid.

I licked my lips to get some of the taste I was a bit cruelly denied when it became clear that Dylan had nothing more to give. Not bad at all! Sweet actually thanks to the fact that Dylan prefered to have lots of fruit in his diet. But there was a bit of a bitter of an aftertaste. The bitterness just made it all the more sweeter though.

A breathless Dylan says: “I...might be doing this a lot...you just look too damned beautiful covered in my seed like this not to”

That makes me choke back a laugh then I say while I start wiggling as if I could possibly use only my neck to shove the big lug off. Doesn’t work of course. Just hoped the bastard would take the hint. Dylan doesn’t of course: “I’ll just dismiss that as just the afterglow talking.”

“You’ll do no such thing cause I actually mean it!”

Dylan’s stomach growls. Then mine does as if to say “Me too!”

Dylan snorts then says with no small amount of disappointment while he begins to untie my hands: “Good time as ever for an intermission I suppose. Fortunately for us: Trixie decided to cook when she and Dixie returned-” Dylan began untying the belt binding my feet together: “-and Dixie kept our dinner warm.”

The smell of Beef Stew and Grilled cheeses began to intermix with the smell of sex,BO, and spunk as if Dylan’s words had summoned it. Unfortunately that was the farthest thing from my mind at that moment. The amount of embarrassment and shame that I experienced then even bested the memory of getting busted jerking off by my father by a landslide. Found myself crawling into my sleeping back head first as I replied in a stage-whisper: “Dylan...please tell me the others weren’t right outside the tent this whole time.”

Dylan’s nonchalant reply: “But that would be lying.” was said at the exact same instant that the rest of the party began hooting like a pack of hyenas.