Experimentation

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It was getting dark as Ash and Brock walked along the trail to Lavender Town. Having left Misty in Cerulean City, planning to meet up with her in Lavender town, the boys decided to make camp for the night.
"I guess I can let the pokemon out to get a bit of exercise and dinner before we hit the tent." Ash said to no one in particular. He grabbed his five pokeballs and tossed them calling his pokemon out of their prisons.
"I'll do the same then," Brock remarked and grabbed his balls as well. With ten pokemon out and dinner simmering on the vulpix-made fire, Ash and Brock were enjoying their pokemon's company, drinking some fresh juice.
"Shit!" Ash exclaimed as he spilled a cup of juice down his front. Brock couldn't help but laugh at his younger friend's misfortune. "Now I have to go change," and he began digging through his pack. "Not a single clean shirt left...Squirtle! I choose you...to do my laundry!" Ash pulled out all of his clothes and hung them up on the makeshift clothesline he hastily built. He stripped down to his skivvies, deciding to do all of his laundry at once.
"You know, since you are washing your clothes, I might as well have squirtle give mine a good spray down as well," Brock reasoned, and hung his clothes up as well. "Okay Squirtle, give it a weak Watergun attack, just cleaning, not destroying, okay?"
"Squirtle!" was the only reply.
"I'm going to assume you understand then."
Brock looked over to Ash, who was staring at his pokemon playing around the fire. A strange feeling came over Brock as he took in the image of Ash sitting in his underwear. This was a feeling he shouldn't be feeling, he knew that, but it didn't mean he didn't like it anyway. He strolled over and sat next to Ash, closer than he normally would, and gazed into the young boy's face.
"You know," Ash said quietly, in barely more than a whisper, as the sun dropped below the horizon, leaving the boys in the last reddish glow of dusk, "I was wondering something..." he hesitated, "are you getting that same feeling that I am?" he sheepishly asked.
"You know," Brock replied, "I think I am." He gave the boy from Pallet a sly grin and began moving closer.
"Good, because I thought it would be awkward if I was thinking about teaching my pokemon to please me, and you weren't." Brock just about fell over with the shock of that thought. 'Why wouldn't he want me, a pokemon over me?' rushed through Brock's head. 'Hmmm, teaching my pokemon to please me? Could help in those situations where Misty gets me really horny. It would be nice to not have to go wank off, if I could actually get a blowjob.' And the thoughts continued, 'Why hadn't I thought of it before now, its not like they would tell anyone...' And it was settled.
"You know Ash, that's an excellent idea, but you have to pick the right pokemon. I certainly don't want a Vulpix blowjob. The third-degree burns wouldn't be worth it."
"Squirtle, come over here!" Ash called to his pokemon. As Squirtle waddled towards the boys, Brock and Ash called the rest of their pokemon back to their balls, and told Pickachu to go into the tent. When Pickachu was out of sight, Ash leaned back and began to slide his briefs down to his knees, exposing his penis to the curious water pokemon.
"Squirtle, I want to teach you a new attack, it's called 'Suck Attack'. You can practice it on me. To do this attack, simply take this" motioning to his hardening shaft, "and suck on it." The pokemon give the boy a curious look, but ducked over and placed it's mouth over Ash's manhood. As the creature began sucking, Ash directed the pokemon's movement by grasping its head by the sides. Brock looked on in amazement, his own arousal becoming more obvious. The Squirtle sucked hard and bobbed its head up and down on Ash's command. The young boy couldn't contain himself anymore. He came, squirting hard into the pokemon's mouth. A look of surprise crossed Squirtle's eyes. He pulled his mouth off of Ash's now diminishing cock, and stared into Ash's eyes. He leaned his head back and let out a powerful Watergun Attack on Ash's face.
"Okay," Ash said, turning toward Brock, wiping water form his face, "it's not a complete success, but still quite enjoyable." Ash looked at Brock, his eyes drifted down and settled on the unmistakable hard-on that pitched a tent in Brock's boxer shorts. A smile gleaned on Ash's face. "Squirtle! Suck Attack on Brock! Now!" And the pokemon attacked, viciously. The older boy didn't even have a chance to get his underwear down, he just managed to get his hard cock through the front opening. Brock couldn't last long, after just one minute, he was seizing up, about to unload. Learning from Ash's mistake, he pulled out of Squirtle's mouth and let his cum fall onto the grass. Ash stared at the massive meat that Brock held in his hand. The boy worked hard to suppress his urges, and said that he must go to sleep now. He returned Squirtle to its ball and got up to go to the tent. Once inside, he joined Pikachu in a dreamless sleep, not even hearing Brock enter the tent for the night.