Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2016 01:27:43 -0500
From: Rex
Subject: The Snorlax Was Here

Below is a fantasy about the current Pokémon Go craze. Though based
in reality, it is fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

Okay...I have to admit it. I'm addicted to Pokémon Go. This probably
doesn't sound so out of the ordinary until I tell you that I'm 47 and had
never played a Pokémon game in my life until now. Both of my
teenaged sons have played it for years, and somehow I have gotten the
bug. What I find most interesting though is that this new interactive,
social aspect has offered an older gentleman like me some surprising
rewards.

Today, my partner, James (30), and I decided to hit up a large park near
downtown where it was rumoured that the Pokémon catching was beyond
belief. It was a blistering hot day, so we went from shaded area to shaded
area. We were pleased to find that the rumors were true. There were all
types of Pokémon everywhere. What I hadn't counted on was the number
of hot 20/30 somethings running around. There was a general friendliness to
the crowds of people, all on a quest to catch elusive imaginary creatures.

At some point, I stayed in a shaded spot while James ventured off chasing a
Bulbasaur or Ponyta or something. I'm still learning the names. I was in
the middle of catching a Psyduck when someone asked me what level I
was. After seeing that my quarry was safely housed in its pokéball,
I looked up and saw a handsome Latino smiling at me.

"I'm almost Level 16," I told him.

"Cool," he responded. "I'm still at 12. Mind if I sit next to you?"

I motioned him to sit down. As he came closer, I took my first real look at
him. He was about 5'-7", probably around 230 lbs. He had a nice chest and
arms, but what caught my eye was the free swinging cock in his gym
shorts. It looked to be pretty impressive.

"Thanks," he said and turned around to sit down. His ass nearly knocked me
over. That's to say that his ass was the sort of bubble ass that gay men
dream of. I felt myself drift off into thoughts that were in no way related
to Pokémon.

"Is that good-looking, blonde guy your son?" he asked.

"I get that a lot," I said. "He's actually my partner."

"Well, damn," he sighed.

"I know. I got lucky on that one," I told him.

"Oh no. You've got me wrong," he said. "I was hoping YOU were here with
your son." I was stunned. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just think older, big
guys like you are so sexy."

I noticed as he talked to me that he placed his hand across his lap. It
seemed that his free-balling was making it hard to cover up his
excitement. I blushed.

"I don't hear that very often," I informed him. "Unless I'm in a bear bar."

He laughed. His smile was so beautiful that I had the sudden urge to grab
him by the back of the neck and pull him into me and kiss him, but I
didn't. Instead, I asked him what he was hunting.

"I don't really have a favorite, but I like the bigger ones like Pinsir,
and Tauros," he responded. I told him I had seen a Snorlax pop up over by
the Lake House earlier.

"I couldn't catch him," I told him and stood up to resume my
adventures. "Happy hunting," I said.

"You too," he replied. "Lakeside or restroom side?" he asked.

"It was definitely the restroom side," I replied.

"I'll have to check that out," he said with a smile. I chuckled and walked
away leaving him with a "nice to meet you".

At first, I thought nothing of the exchange, but as I walked I realized I
was right near the Lake House restroom. Had he been giving me a signal? I
wondered what the hell I was thinking but decided to throw caution to the
wind and walked into the men's room.

Despite the crowds, the restroom was mostly empty. I walked to the
handicapped stall at the end of the row. My heart was pounding. I opened
the door and went inside, taking a seat on the toilet. I sat there,
listening to sounds of dads telling there kids to hurry up and guys
bragging about which ones they had caught and whether they were Team
Instinct, Mystic, or Valor. I sat there for maybe seven to ten minutes
before I decided I had read the cute Latin guy wrong and started pretending
to pull toilet paper off the roll.

I heard a voice through the others say, "I heard there was a Snorlax around
here somewhere."  Another voice said they hadn't seen one all day and
wished the first person luck.

There was no way of knowing if this was the same guy, but I was willing to
bet it was. Leaning forward, I unlatched the bolt on my stall door. It
swung out just a little. It seemed as if the entire restroom had gone
silent. I heard footsteps approaching. The door swung open a bit, I felt a
moment of panic, but the cute, Latino was standing in front of me. He
stepped inside, turned, and locked the door behind him.

Without a word, I yanked his gym shorts down around his ankles. His beefy
ass sprang out at me. I grabbed it with both hands and buried my face in
his crack. He banged against the door as his hand grabbed my head. After
getting a good whiff of his slightly sweaty but still soapy fresh ass, I
pulled my face away and turned him around.

To say I was not disappointed would be an understatement. My first real
view of his cock was a spectacle. It was thick, veiny, uncut, and a good 8
to 8- ½ inches long. The best part was that it was leaking crystal ropes
of precum from the head.

"I thought you didn't catch what I was asking," he whispered.

"I didn't until I realized I was standing by the restrooms again," I
returned.

"I'm happy you did," he said.

"Me too." With the small talk over, I wasted no time in wrapping a paw
around his member.

I love the taste of precum, so I squeezed as much out of the head as I
could and held it on my tongue to catch its essence. Then, standing I
grabbed the back of his head like I had wanted to do on the shaded bench
earlier and pushed my tongue into his mouth, sharing his own juices with
him. In return, his cock bubbled up a huge stream of the same sticky, sweet
nectar we were enjoying.

Around us the noises of a public restroom droned on. We both knew we had to
be cautious, but we were not going to be denied this moment. Breaking free
from the kiss, I sat back down and took his dick into my mouth teasing and
playing with the foreskin. Each time I nibbled on the edges, I'd be
rewarded with extra spurts of precum.

His hands found their way from his hips to my closely shaved head. Mine
were placed one wrapped tightly around his baby makers and the other
gripping his perfectly spongy yet perfectly hard ass.

Soon, he began to hit what I call overdrive, that point when a man has
nothing on his mind but delivering a load of hot cum into whatever vessel
is there to receive it. I take pleasure in getting a guy to that
point. When he gets there, my cock gets rock hard, and I want nothing more
than to take his full load of baby batter and then turn him around and
breed him in return.

My Latin lover was breathing quickly and trying to keep his noises to a
minimum. I lightly started encouraging him with soft moans, fully aware I
may be pressing my luck, and after a few of these, I felt his balls tense
in his sack, his fingers gripped my head so tightly that it felt he were
leaving permanent indentions in my scalp, and I was loving every moment of
it.

Suddenly, his cock erupted down my throat. I swallowed, fighting the urge
to gag. His hips were pushing hard into my face his breathing was rapid. I
pulled back, but he grabbed my head harder. This kid was good...a fucking
natural. He'd let me go when he was ready, and he did.

His grip loosened on my head as the last few spurts were shot on my tongue
and he began pulling his rod from my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the
base of his cock and squeezed tightly to milk the remaining drops out of
him, licking the pearly drops that beaded on its head as they arose. I did
this two or three times as he continued to convulse. I could tell I was
reaching the limit of his tolerance post-orgasm, so I released him from my
grasp.

Looking up, I could see that he was in that blissful space all men go to
after a ball-draining orgasm, that place where the next step is a rest to
let the body replenish all the seed that it has sown. Having given this
sexy man what he wanted, I set about getting from him what I wanted.

Standing and pushing my shorts and underwear to the floor, I quickly turned
my paramour around and spread his ass cheeks, driving my tongue into his
hole. He let out an audible gasp. It was impossible not to have been heard,
but I continued. At first, he tried to get away from my invading tongue,
the prostate too sensitive to my ministrations having just completed a full
workout. Given a minute or two to adjust, I found my object of desire
pushing his ass back against my face, making the latch on the stall door
rattle. I decided it was time to make my move.

Pivoting us both around, I bent my lover over the toilet, grabbed him by
one shoulder and shoved my hard cock deep into his hole until my balls were
nestled in his crack. He grunted and fell silent for a moment, only to
whisper "Fuck me, daddy" each time I bottomed out in his ass.

After about ten hard pumps, I grabbed him by both shoulders and bred him
full of hot, daddy cum. I held him their until my cock went soft and his
sphincter finally pushed me out of his hole. I pulled up my shorts and
underwear. He stayed where he was.

I could tell he was processing what had just happened. His breathing was
still ragged, so was mine. He managed to whisper, "That was incredible."

Leaning down, I kissed and lightly bit the nape of his neck, whispering
"The Snorlax was here."

Patting his ass, I quietly exited the stall, hoping he had the good sense
to lock it behind me, but secretly hoping that some other big, cuddly
character would fall into his trap. I went in search of James to see what
he might have caught.