Neopets: Johnny and Jackie
It was an incredible day out in Neopia Central. The sun was bright and it's rays was warm, the sky was clear, and the town was blessed with a refreshing breeze that rattled the grass and leaves, just calling out to people to leave their homes and play.
But Johnny, he couldn't care less. The intellectual Shoyru preferred to spend his time with his nose buried in books. He had no preference, he would often pull any book off the shelves and just absorb himself in it, often passing up food or even sleep to finish the next chapter.
He loved books. He loved the text, creativity, and imagination of other people. He would imagine himself writing and he wanted to write. But he was often too busy reading to write. He just could not help but be amazed whenever he read a new book, he felt that he was experiencing the world and everything else that may be out there, without ever having to leave the comfort of a nice chair.
So of course, on this absolutely beautiful day in Neopia, he chosen to visit the library. It was his favorite place to be, and he visited often.
He spent his time wandering the vast corridors between the bookshelves browsing through the titles and debating which book he should read that day. He saw adventure books, mystery books, books about nothing and books about everything. He like a child, wandering through a candy store, eyes wide open, and unable to choose because everything just looked so delicious. Of course, there was very little different.
Eventually, Johnny ran into a book that he had never seen before. It sad between two large books about vampires and romance, just hidden away. You would have never noticed unless you were really looking, but to him, it was unusual to see a book with no title on it's spine. He pulled it free from the shelf.
The book was covered in dust, untouched for an indescribable amount of time. Although time had eaten away at the cover, it's pages still seemed relatively new, and the title caught Johnny's fascination. Stiletto. It sounded cool enough, so he plopped a seat in a library chair, opened the book and began to read.
The book was a journal of a man who; along his travels, encountered a bear who was destined to change the world. It was the only record of a history untold.
It was an interesting book, even if Johnny didn't believe a word of it, but he was enjoying it, nevertheless. He hadn't gotten far into the book when he had encountered something that he had never seen in a book before.
Sex. Sex between two men. It was graphic and explicit, written in a way as if the main character had really been there, been there to seduce and molest the young bear. Johnny's eyes went wide.
He scanned over the text and farther he got, the more absorbed into the text he was, until he had completely forgotten that he was in the library. He began to repeat the words underneath his own hot breath, He could swear he felt the man's hands running along his young body, touching him in places that had never been touched before. Rubbing along his chest, his waist, his hips, along the inside of his thighs and over the smooth curves of his bottom.
Johnny's hand slipped down the front of his pants and he began to toy with himself, touching and stroking his own hard shaft, tracing along it's smooth and sensitive surface. He gasped. He'd never done this before. New feelings and emotions cascaded into his mind and he closed his eyes, soon forgetting all about the book. He leaned back in the library chair, still feeling those imaginary touches, pulling his pants down, running fingers from behind his balls and to the base of his tail, pressing between his cheeks, teasing and tracing his rim.
"Ah... Mmmph..."
His breath left him in hot gusts, his heart beat furiously in his chest. He leaned over the oak table and pushed his bottom out into those hands. He unzipped his pants and tugged them down around his thighs. Both his paws sought out his throbbing shaft and he stroked in quickly and lustfully. He felt as though someone had spread his cheeks apart and he felt the warm and rough surface of someone's tongue running along his crease and over his rim.
He bit his lower lip, stifling his quiet, shy moans. "Mongoose..." He whispered. It was the name of the man in the book. He had put himself in the position of the bear, Nico - who eventually was just as willing as he was. He pushed his bottom back against those hands and muzzle, offering himself to the man who was not there.
He could feel something hot press against his rear and he grinded against it with a lustful passion. It pushed forward and spread his hole open, sunk inside of him and burned the insides of his body. But it felt wonderful, he felt full and satisfied. He pushed back, wanting more, more of the hot shaft that filled his body and stretched him to the very limit. It began to saw inside of him, pulling free, pushing back in. It sent his mind wheeling into a euphoria of pleasure and he lost control of himself, gasping, panting, moaning.
It all echoed throughout the halls the library. His body was being rocked against the table or maybe he was just rocking himself. But it felt so good. His fingers worked his shaft, squeezed and stroked it quickly, coaxing precum from the tip, which dribbled down and onto the floor. Faster and faster, he pushed back and stroked his cock, calling out the man's name. Johnny's body grew hotter, his muscles grew tighter and his mind was constantly pushing those edges of pleasure, building and building until he cried out and it all gushed out from the tip of his shaft and onto the floor below.
When his orgasm subsided and reality flooded back into his mind, he was left feeling unsatisfied, unfulfilled. There was no one there behind him, it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He was glad there was no one around, it would have been a strange sight to behold, seeing the boy hump against the table like that. His cheeks flared with shame and embarrassment. He quickly fixed his clothing and wiped the sweat off his forehead This book was not for him. It was too dirty. He felt sick just from reading it.
But when he went to return the book, something compelled him to keep it. When he went to check it out, he instead tucked it underneath his arm and walked right out the door. He had never stolen anything in his life before, but the longer he held that book in his hands, the more he never wanted to let it go. Just moments ago he had never wanted to open it again, but now he could not wait to get home to read more. He started walking, then he ran, and before he knew he was sprinting into the door of his home and leaping into bed, searching through the pages of the book that he had left off.
He read about Mongoose and about Nico and all the other creatures that they had met. But between their adventures, the duo would have sex and sometimes Mongoose would even make love to the others that had joined them. But throughout the book, he had hinted that he had a secret lover, someone that he'd give up the world for. The biggest reason for his travels and questing.
Johnny touched himself a lot. He stopped wearing clothes. He would lay and writhe on his bed, putting himself in every position told in the book, stroking his shaft, pushing fingers into his tail hole. He imagined a man there, touching him like this, making love to him.
But every time he came he was left feeling unfulfilled, unsatisfied, ashamed, and embarrassed. He tried countless times to put down the book. But it was only ever a matter of time until he picked it up again and continued to read. Even without the sex, it was a good book. But every time he came to the sex, he could not stop himself from touching himself. It felt good. He was hooked.
Time passed in bursts. Quickly whenever he read and incredibly slow whenever he did it. He was lost in a cycle. But soon the sun set and his master was to return home. He should have showered, should have cleaned up.
But when he got to think about it...
What if all those bad feelings were because he had no one to satisfy him? To fill him and to make love to him? He began to imagine his master, hunched over his body, thrusting into him and filling his hole with cum.
It made his heart race.
He laid there in bed, staring up at the ceiling. For the first time that day, he was mind was not set on that book, but on his master. He was anxious and scared. What if his master refused? What if he agreed? So many different emotions ran through his head that it made him dizzy.
"Johnny! I'm home!" His master called out when he arrived. Johnny peeked his head out from his room door.
"I'm in here, Jackie." Jackie was the name of his master. He was a young human boy, around the age of 13, the same as him. He watched Jackie walk closer to his room and his heart pounded in his chest until it felt as though it would explode.
When Jackie walked through the door, he was in for quite the surprise.
"Johnny! You're naked!" The boy's cheeks flushed a bright pink as he stared down at his best friend's body and his cheeks burned when the Shoy reached out and slid his hands underneath his shirt.
"Jackie. Jackie, I want to tell you about this book I found. It has so many new things in it and I want to try them with you. You have to let me take your clothes off, you have to let me touch you." The shoy seemed almost hypnotized, he was doing things he never had the courage to do. Jackie however, was shocked, this was new to him and he didn't know what to do.
"Johnny! What are you doing?" Jackie managed to get out, but the Shoy's hands had slipped from his belly down his waist and across his pants, gripping the front, squeezing his boyhood and rubbing across it firmly. In moments, the shoy had his friend's pants down around his ankles and his shaft in his small, brightly colored hands.
"J-Johnny... This... doesn't feel right." He gasped, Johnny had knelt down and was nuzzling along the boy's quickly thickening shaft. The touch and breath of the shoy made the boy shiver and when Johnny kissed the tip of his shaft, it was as if lightening had jolted through his nerves. He gasped in surprise and had to lean against the wall for support. He reached down and grabbed the sides of Johhny's head, too reluctant to push forward and too willing to pull him off. The soft stroking of Johnny's lips, tongue, and fingers felt amazing and Jackie was quickly starting to enjoy it.
This was how it was supposed to feel. Jackie's musky scent wafted through his flaring nostrils and the taste and feel of Jackie's body was turning him on far faster than any line of text in that book. Johnny worshipped the cock in his paws, kissing and licking and sucking all around the edges, teasing both himself and his partner. He eased the tip of Jackie's cock into his mouth and nursed upon it, reveling in the appreciative gasps and moans of the boy above him. The book mentioned deepthroating more than once, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not fit Jackie's entire cock in his mouth and throat, but he was content with what he could fit. He bobbed his head with slow, smooth movements, keeping his lips shut tight around the boy's hard flesh, cheeks caving in as he sucked.
Jackie still had no clue what was going on, but he was enjoying it. It felt strange to be having sex with his best friend, yet, it felt right too. It was his first time doing anything of this sort, but the longer it continued the less he wanted it to stop. He pushed forward into his friend's mouth and it felt good, so he pulled back and pushed again. Their movements were erratic at first, but soon they fell into a comfortable rhythm. As Jackie rocked and Johnny bobbed, precum was coaxed from the boys cocktip.
It may have been the first time that Johnny had tasted precum and despite it's bitter taste, he could not help but like it. In fact, he still didn't know what he was doing, but he loved it all. He rolled his tongue across Jackie's cocktip, lapping up every trace of the delicious precum and as much as he wanted to make the boy cum in his mouth, he knew so much better. His body, it needed to be filled. He needed to feel Jackie's cum flowing through him. So he pulled off.
Jackie however, was not happy, he towered above Johnny, panting hard, but looking a little upset. "Johnny... What are you doing?"
Johnny stood, pushing Jackie's shirt off of his body. "You gotta put it in me. It feels so much better than my mouth. Please Jackie, I need it. I need you in me." Jackie was a bit confused, but he let the Shoyru guide him. His shirt was tugged off and he stepped out of his pants and let Johnny pull him into bed. The Shoy climbed in and got onto his hands and knees, pushed his bottom out towards Jackie and lifted his tail, exposing the pink muscle of his tail hole.
"You gotta put it in here. Please..."
He thought it was gross, putting his boyhood into the shoy's butt. But he climbed into bed and positioned himself behind the shoy. It was difficult at first, pushing his shaft into the shoy. His hole was tight and it resisted him every step of the way, but once it was in, it felt amazing. Johnny's body was hot and his hole caressed the boy's shaft in ways that neither thought was possible. But they moaned in unison and they rocked against each other as soon every inch was buried inside of the Shoyru.
"Ah! Jackie!"
"J...Johnny. It feels good!"
Pleasure filled Johnny's body. Pleasure that he had not known, even after all the hours with that book. Jackie's shaft filled his body perfectly as if it was meant to be there, stuffed inside of him, pumping in and out of his hole. He did not even need to touch his shaft, his body quaked with orgasm. His mind was reeling, his body was tight and full. He could barely rock against his friend, but every time that shaft jabbed into him it hit a button that sent his head spinning. He cried out, he gasped, he moaned. His tail whipped wildly, he beat his wings uncontrollably. He shoved and pushed and took every inch in. He pulled away, pushed again, he wanted it in deeper. He squeezed his ass around it like a vice, gripping it tight, never wanting it to leave. But it just felt so good, felt so good when it moved and tugged and pierced his body. He rocked and pushed back against Jackie so hard that it made his bottom hurt, but he loved it so much.
And Jackie, Jackie had never experienced anything like this. He pushed forward, shoved his cock into the heat and the embrace of Johnny's body. Every time the Shoyru shoved back, he plowed forward, and buried his hardness deep inside his friend's body. His heart thundered in his chest, he wasn't sure if he was even breathing. Something took over in his mind, some powerful force that called to him and chanted to him, telling him to thrust, over and over, plow into the young shoy. Adrenaline poured through his veins, and every thrust rewarded him with an intense feeling of pleasure. Harder, faster, he had lost all control of himself. He cried out in wild bliss... and when he did.
He came and so did the Shoy. The two were sent reeling into a world beyond the one that they had grown so familiar with. Intense, incredible feelings and emotions flooded into their minds as Jackie's fluids poured down into the shoyru's bottom. An intense heat seared throughout their bodies, making them feel as though they had molded into one being. They saw heaven in that moment and they saw everything beyond that.
When the two had finally calmed and came down from their orgasm induced high, they laid down together, arms and legs entangled, lips mashed against each others. They felt amazing and for the first time, Johnny felt like he'd never need to read anything ever again.
He found something so much better than books.