The Ill Fortune of Johnny Wells - Chapter 2 - Aces Wild
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Johnathan Wells, his back story, and the plot progression of this story are my original ideas.
Warning – this story depicts sexual acts of homosexual nature.
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Hello there, I am an aspiring author new to sofurry.com! I am a 19 year old, bisexual, residing in Illinois.
For the most part I will be writing gay, adult-themed, Pokemon fan-fiction. If that's not your thing please move along. If however, you enjoy such stories please read, rate and enjoy.
This story is the second of many I plan to write in a new series
Here's a quick summery
trainer: John (Johnny) Wells, age 19, born into a rich family, he had everything. He however, didn't appreciate the uptight, self-entitled nature of the upper class. At age 16 he left home to become a self-made and truly happy individual. Taking with him only his eevee, (later to become umbreon) he put his fortunes behind him to face the harsh riggers of life.
He now lives a self-sustaining lifestyle amidst his loving pokemon. He however has little to no human companionship. He loves his pokemon as comrades, but lately new feelings have risen from deep within him...
The Ill Fortune of Johnny Wells
Chapter 2
Aces Wild
Johnathan woke abruptly as a beam of light pierced his paper thin tent and struck his once closed eye lids. His eyes flashed open as a heavenly white light burst throughout the meadow, blinding him temporarily. Something strange was happening just beyond the sides of his well worn tent as John clambered out, still unable to see. Caught by the full blast of this outlandish energy, the young man fell back, dazed, bringing his arm up to shield his eyes. Something peculiar was going on and John feared for his Pokemon's safety but he could not see and thus could not help them any. He hated this helpless, hopeless feeling and willed it to pass as he escaped into his memories.
It was a cool autumns evening, warmer than most, but still cold enough to see your breath upon exhaling. The air was brisk but refreshing as people shuffled through the busy market square purchasing their meals for the night. It was there that a sixteen year old Johnathan Wells stood, watching the hustle and bustle of the lower class. A man would work all day to build a rich man's mansion only to spend half his wage on sustenance from a rich farm owner's bread. It sickened him how this system worked, his fists balling an rage as he he observed the market from afar. John was about to return home to retire unto his bedding chambers, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a shady figure creeping about the square.
Twas' a lean figure of a boy shifting in the shadows, sneaking up to the market stall. Johnathan saw him clearly, a boy perhaps his age but obviously shorter he. The child wore a ragged excuse of a shirt and worn denim jeans which did not fit him properly. His face appeared ghostly white and he sported a head of shaggy blond hair which Johnathan's eyes followed as he sifted through the crowd. John began to walk, following the figure, knowing what was soon to happen. John approached slowly as the boy cleverly swiped a loaf of bread, disappearing undetected into a dim lit alleyway.
Johnathan's eyes snapped open, colors dancing on his eye lids as he blinked. He shook his head, trying to piece his thoughts together. He lay in the grass, his back wet with early morning dew. He sat up suddenly as memories of the celestial, ethereal, light flooded back into his mind. Had he passed out? Where were his Pokemon? Johnathan looked round to see Larvitar staring at him quizzically, like he'd seen a ghost, and John assumed he had.
“Where are the others?" he pleaded “Where's Eevee?"
Larvitar, shrugged the best he could with his small form and sighed.
“Larv- Larvitar" it said signaling for John to follow and he did, wanting desperately to see his Pokemon safe.
A figure of a boy slouched low in the alley, stuffing his face full of stale, dry, bread. He ate hungrily and greedily leaving no crumb to spare. The starving child finished his meal before leaning against the low brick wall and sitting on the ground, resting.
“You don't have to steal." Came a voice from behind him, clear and confident.
The thin boy stood in alarm and turned about, leaning against the opposite alley wall. He stared perplexed at the place he previously had sat, looking for the source of the mysterious voice.
“Up here." the voice resounded.
The boy looked up to see Johnathan's Well's sitting casually upon the wall across from him
“How- " He began, staring John angrily, noticing John's attire and clean cut hair.
“Speak for your yourself rich boy." He chided “You know nothing of poverty, of desperation."
“That's no way to address me- " John began
“Cause your royalty," the poor boy spat, sneering at John.
“Because I bought you food," John said plainly, pulling out a brown paper bag
“You what?" the other boy stammered as John threw the bag at the poor boys feet
He picked up the bag inspecting its contents: a loaf of fresh bread, a bottle of water and a perfectly ripe, red apple.
“What do I owe you" he asked, suspiciously looking back and forth between Johnathan and the bag in his own hands.
Johnathan vaulted down from the wall, landing on a dumpster and then the ground. He walked up to the skinny boy, looking at him with kind, gentle eyes.
“You owe me nothing," He said. “Just say thank you"
John followed Larvitar up a narrow, hilly path, looking for signs of his missing companions, needing to know that they were okay. Suddenly he saw two different sets of footprints, recognizing one as Quilava's immediately. The other set however, was different, being like Eevee's but bigger and flatter. This worried John greatly. Eevee was gone and Quilava was missing with another, stranger Pokemon. Had Eevee left due to the events of last night? Johnathan bit his lip, fighting back the tears. Scooping up Larvitar into his arms, he ran ever faster, following Quilava's freshly found footsteps.
The skinny boy leaned in, looking up at Johnathan.
“Thank you," he said, lifting his head up to brush the other boys lips with his own.
Johnathan Well's pulled back in shock
“Wait you're- " he began looking at the other boy with interest.
“I'm gay," the other boy interjected, His head hung in shame.
John chuckled loudly “So, so am I," he stated approaching the other boy, whose head still hung low.
“Hey, there's no shame in that." Johnathan said, removing his coat.
“He wrapped his coat around the no doubt freezing boy, pulling him into a kiss. Johnathan dipped his head low to level with the other boy's height, kissing him gently but passionately.
“I'm John" he said between breaths
“Angel"came a reply “Friends call me Ace"
Angle kissed John back, his hands slipping slowly down the other boys body and into his pants.
John was hot on the trail of his fiery friend. He followed the tracks to the top of a hill, where he saw him “Quilava!" He called setting Larvitar down and running to embrace his comrade. “Where's Eevee?" he asked the fire type
“I'm here," came a response from the back of his mind.
Johnathan looked up in awe to see a black canine like Pokemon with yellow circles of light drawn upon it's body.
“I'm Eevee," the mental voice continued. “Well, Umbreon now. I evolved"
John sat in and stared in awe. He knew Eevee was the Pokemon of many evolutions, but why Umbreon? And what was this voice.
“It seems I've developed the ability to communicate telepathically," Umbreon said, “and it work's both ways."
“I can read your thoughts," Umbreon continued, “And to answer your question, Umbreon evolve from Eevee only if they feel deeply loved when the moon is high. You made me very happy, and we would like to return the favor."
“We?" Johnathan asked, clearly confused. This was becoming too much for his brain to process. He was about to get up when Quilava tackled him to the ground
Angel wrapped his hands around Johns hardening cock, trying to remove his pants for better access. John let him, feeling the fabric tug loose as his pants fell to his knees. Johnathan moaned as the other boy took his cock into his mouth, suckling it tenderly.
“Oh, god!" John yelled.
“It's just Angel," the other boy joked before continuing his work, sucking John in the now dark alleyway.
It took less than a minute for the Pokemon to remove John's pants, working at the zipper with clawed digits. “If you want us to stop, speak up," Umbreon said from within John's mind, knowing he would be enjoying himself too much to resist. Quilava scooted up John's chest placing it's sheath inside his mouth. While Jonathan sucked that warm fire type's sheath, Larvitar came around and ran a single claw gently upon his member, making John shiver with delight.
John licked and lapped at Quilava's growing cock as it slowly protruded from inside the fire types sheath. Quilava purred loudly as its cock was pleased, not noticing the dark type approaching from behind. The fire type gave a loud shriek as Umbreon mounted him, pushing all the way down to the knot, thrusting hard. Umbreon continued pounding that hot fiery ass, licking the back of Quilava's neck lovingly as he did so.
John could not help but be aroused by his Pokemon mating upon him. His cock grew as he continued to suck Quilava, feeling the fiery member twitch and throb. Larvitar, noticing his trainer's needy cock, decided to appease him. Taking Johnathan's member in his mouth he began to suck it, hard. Finally, Quilava came in John's mouth, emptying his soft, warm balls and tightening his ass around Umbreon's hard member. Umbreon thrust harder and faster, feeling he was close to his climax. The dark type crammed his knot into Quilava and came, spurting his seed as the knot tightened, locking the two together. Larvitar pushed harder, sucking John's cock, wanting him to cum.
Larvitar climbed on top of his master's groin and sat on his erect member, burying all seven inches deep into his ass. John groaned loudly, his cum filling his tight little Pokemon. He spurted three, four, five times before finally stopping, resting his head in the grass. Tired from their sexual deeds the three Pokemon fell asleep, followed by their trainer.
“I'm gonna cum" John screamed as Angel sucked his cock, forcing it down his throat. John came, pumping wildly into the the other boy's stomach, feeling his member throb. Angel swallowed it all as greedily as he did the bread before, wanting to taste it, wanting to savor it. Once John had finished cumming Angel came up for air.
“Thank you." Johnathan huffed, still panting hard
“That's my line Slick," He said, pointing to the brown paper bag, now sitting on the ground.
Angel stooped low to the ground, picking up the bag while John buckled his pants. Hand in hand they left the alley, only to be noticed from afar by Johnathan's father, William Wells.
From that day forward Johnathan never saw his father or that boy again. Because this was his life, his choice. This was the ill fortune of Johnathan Wells.
Shout out to my friend Vergennes for reading and helping me edit this chapter
Be sure to check out his story here https://www.sofurry.com/view/982149