Jackson the Jolteon
Mirror Match
Dap, dap, dap, dap, dap… paws crashing against the treadmill as the ambient upbeat radio music can be heard through the gym. Panting, huffing. Our subject in question, a Jolteon, taps the screen once again to speed up the belt. Unlike the other gym-goers, who curl their biceps with leasure, or pedal their bikes without a care in the world, he’s going all out. Like his life would depend on it. Like there’s no tomorrow. Deep inhales and deep exhales, our yellow bolt keeps a steady pace, while his gaze, is undeterred from the display. Until the timer hits 30 minutes, stat. He hits the stop button and while the belt slows to a halt in a second, he jumps off, landing firmly on his two feet, lightly jiggling his thighs as he does. “There! Fifteen minute break…” He snatches at, and glugs down a big bottle of water. Almost too gluttonously, as streaks of water run down the corners of his mouth. With a lowly ‘oh,’ he wipes his mouth, and licking his hand dry thereafter. “A good boy cleans up after himself, heh.” he whispers by himself with a playful smirk.
Jackson the Jolteon
The windows are pitch black, only showing a slight cast of the indoor lights on the bushes outside. It’s close to midnight, as our boy loves to slim his chances of having to share the equipment available. He goes to rest at the cafe near the entrance, where nigh others reside at this time of day, except for the barista minding their own business. With a light trot, he goes to sit down upright in one of the slouching chairs, as if ready to jump up at any moment. As he fidgets with his bottle, a familiar face can be seen at the entrance, picked up by our Jolteon. From his seat, he eyes our second participant in the distance. He sees Norton, talking to the service lady who is pointing towards our yellow boy. After a moment, and a cheerful wavy hand, Norton does approach, causing our Jolteon to tilt his head in curiosity, and playfulness. Norton stands before him as he pulls out his phone, and after a second, asks: “You are Jackson?” Our Jolteon, with a smile, responds: “Depends who asks. I mean, you’re not quite the Typhlosion is was expecting.” Norton laughs nervously. “Yeah, no, Aron is busy with other things. He asked me to jump in for this one.” The Jolteon stares at Norton, before nodding, and replying: “That’s the name I wanted to hear. Yeah, I’m Jackson. And your name?” Norton gleefully tells his own, and they chat for a bit as the cafe, and the gym for that matter, grow less lively as the other members leave.
That is, when minutes later, Jackson perks up and excuses himself. ”Oh, right. I really should get back to the grind, heh. These puppies don’t keep themselves in shape, you know?” He slaps his own thigh. Full formed, carrying a slimmer top body. If he were a Noivern like Norton, they’d be like two drops of water. “Speaking of,” Jackson asks, “how did YOU get those? Surely just by looking cute you won’t gain those beauties. What’s your secret?” Norton blushes and waves at his own face as to wave off the compliment, and perhaps his flattered expression. “Oh, uh… I used to do this summer job as a farmer’s helping hand. Carrying hay bales and uh… relieving the boss of stress, heh.” Jackson goes to tilt his head and opens his mouth to ask, only to scoff and laugh. “Oh I see. Honest work for honest girth, I presume.” But Norton confesses as he lightly rubs his own waist: “Though, my time with Aron has begun to rub some of him off onto me. My morning jogs have fallen short, and uh, I’ve gained a belly, to be honest.” Jackson gets up and nods at Norton to follow him. “I only have one more run to go, how about you join me?” Norton thinks for a second, then shrugs and accepts, following him into the gym.
Fire meets fire
Soon enough Norton has changed into something more suit for sports, and they’re back at the treadmills. The jumpy Jolteon quicky gets on one and immediately punches in his standard routine. “Now, Norton, don’t feel bad if you can’t keep up with my speed. Or endurance. It takes daily pushing to get on my level, so-” Norton scoffs. “Pfuh. Alright. I’ll see how close I can get. Maybe you’ll underestimate me.” Jackson presses start, and exclaims as he turns to the front of the machine: “Again, love you to death. But most surely, that will stay a maybe!” Norton, now feeling challenged, and a bit insulted, gets onto the treadmill next to Jackson while muttering under his breath: “Oh you’ll see what these beauties can do.” He puts it at the same speed as him, and pressing start as well. Ironically, underestimating the speed, he’s tumbling a bit at first as it starts up, causing Jackson to let through a chuckle, but Norton quickly regains his footing and manages to keep up to pace with him. About half a minute in, Jackson turns to Norton and says: “Pretty good… Though, this is daily routine slop… how about this?” He taps the screen some more, and it speeds up significantly, causing his trot to go into a run. Norton hesitates for a second. The speed Jackson is going at could be rivaled by a scooter almost. But it is when Jackson says: “Don’t worry man, not everyone’s cut out for this!” that he frowns and repeats after him, hitting the display same alike. The speedup once again catches him off guard, though not as much as before.
The Noivern and the Jolteon’s breathing begin to deepen, increase in tempo. The frantic panting is paired with a cacophony of their feet slamming against the belt as they both struggle to keep their pace. Or at the very least, Norton does so. But Jackson is not done yet. He hovers his hand over the display once more. He sneers at his rival: “Norton! Huff… Give up dude! Huff… If not! I… Huff… Will show you… Huff… All I have!” Norton has no spare breath to respond, but only through the sweat running down his face, a look of determination can be seen. Jackson’s own face of determination gains a smirk, and he hits it, as does Norton. The motors of the treadmills begin whirring at a pitch that signifies it just can’t be healthy for these machines. The stomps increase in rhythm, and their frantic breaths go haywire. Sweat running down their necks, as gazes shoot towards each other. Their legs go back and forth with such speed that they would almost create a current of wind, paired with the sounds of wheezing gusts. Both gain and lose area on the treadmills, struggling to stay on but managing to do just so. A routine exercise turned into a battle of rivals to show who has the greatest lower half. With both barely being able to stay in the game.
And then, Norton gives in.
He slips off the end, onto his face, and is sent backwards against the wall. With a yelp, he comes to a standstill. As he goes to sit upright, he rubs his chest, un-ruffling his tuft of fur. Jackson, meanwhile, immediately jumped up, planting his feet beside the belt afterwards. He goes to Norton, and helps him up. “Shit, shit… Sorry! Oh, god… I let it get out of hand again…” Norton grunts as he asks what he means by again. Jackson nods at the whirring treadmills, and says: “That, is why I work out by myself. I wish I had a partner to share my spark with, but any who went with me for a day, only did so for one. Because I… I get a bit too excited maybe.” Norton laughs. “No evidence clearer than what we just did. But maybe you just need someone as energetic as yourself, or willing to put up with your energy.” He pats his own belly. “And I need someone to go here with so I can keep this in check.” Jackson laughs and says: “Oh I’d love to! But no going easy, bud! With me, it’s all or nothing!” Norton asks him to try to keep it easy at least. Jackson laughs it off, before ending with the snide remark that he’ll try, but no promises.
Fighting Forevermore (NSFW)
They enter the changing rooms, and Jackson turns to him. “…I just remembered. You were here for a review in the first place!” Norton perks up and says: “Oh, right! Well, when do you have time for one you’d guess?” Jackson goes to check his phone, and his expression turns from a neutral to a troubled one. “I’m stuffed for the next couple days… weeks… ugh.” Norton leans against the lockers and suggests: “What about now?” The Jolteon, once boasting a steadfast personality, now shows cracks of surprise. “Huh? You mean, here?” Norton pouts as he nonchalantly peers around the corner. “At a time like this? Yeah. I figure the chance of anyone coming in now is slim. That, and if we do it now, and shower afterwards, its a two-for-one, kinda.” Giving him a look from aside with a smile, he sweetens the deal. “Even better…We could share the shower.” Jackson looks around for a moment before nodding and saying: “Alright… But if we get caught, it’s your fault! I don’t want to get kicked out of here because we got frisky, yeah?.” Norton laughs and proceeds to take off his clothes.
When he goes to pull his shirt off, and be completely naked, he turns back to Jackson. Only to see him already naked as well, sitting on the changing bench, one leg besides each side. His member is still packed in its sheath, but a sizeable pair of balls keeps the little plumb donut, with a tip peeking out, bumped up. “Alright, Norton… You just lay down on here and I’ll give you the time of your life. Rest assured, your review of me will be a lauding one.” Norton lets out a chuckle and says: “Nono, YOU lay down, and I’ll review you based upon how you use those hips as I feel every inch of you.” Jackson frowns and says: “No! No. I, no, YOU… You will experience me.” Norton pauses, and says: “Everything has to be a competition with you, huh?” The smug Jolteon leans back and nods. “I’ve out-run you. I’ll out-fuck you as well.” Norton grunts as Jackson let's out a chuckle.
But then Norton gets an idea, and he sits down before Jackson, who in turns goes to get up to mount him. “I knew you’d give in. Now sit tight and-” “Not so fast, Jack. Sit down.” Jackson pauses, and does so. “Okay, what’s your shtick?” Norton shuffles forward, and Jackson’s face grows unsure, then a bit scared in anticipation, and then more and more red as Norton’s half-erect dick nears his emerging rocket. Until they touch and press together with a light squeeze. And Jackson gasps. “O-Okay, and what now?” Norton leans forward. “Well? Think you can outlast me?” He gyrates his hips forwards and back, rubbing his own member against Jackson’s, who in turn has his breath growing heavier. “Think you can make me cum before you do yourself?” Jackson’s eyes shoot between the two cock rubbing on each other, and Norton’s flushed face having a gaze of lust and deviousness.
Jackson lets out a lowly chuckle and joins the movement. Moving his hips back and forth, their now fully erect members are both sliding up and down against each other. Going in and out of rhythm, there are moments they are just squished together, and moments they explore the full length of each other. Jackson’s deep-red meat with a tight knot, throbbing with every upward movement. And Norton’s purple rod, twitching lightly as the tip glistens in the fluorescent lighting of the changing room with every time it reaches the peak of its thrust. About the same size, but different in style. And both leaning back while their groins are together, their balls get some love as well, getting to know the base of their partners with each movement. They both have their breathing bearing a light moaning, and their eyes shoot between the cuddling cocks, their lustful faces, their bare bodies, their voluptuous thighs… They have difficulty hiding that this competition is one they’d both win, no matter who’d lose.
But Jackson is not one to lose. He stops rubbing, and Norton does so as well, who asks while panting: “Giving up, huh…? Rather shoot your load into me… than onto me?” Jackson shakes his head as he licks up a drop of sweat running down his cheek: “I have a proposition… to make this… ‘competition…’ a bit more interesting…” Norton nods and asks what. Then, Jackson goes to grab Norton’s member, and wraps his hand around it tightly. Moving it up and down, gently, but firmly. A shudder in Norton’s breath as he nods at Jackson’s devilish face. He, akin, grabs Jackson’s rocket and begins jerking him off alike. They keep a steady pace, not going to fast at first. But as the first droplet of pre-cum emerges from Norton’s tip, Jackson lets out a silent yelp. Norton shakes his head with a smirk and says: “Don’t get too cocky, Jack. Premature celebration or premature-” He pauses as he sees a big glob of pre-cum emerge from, and subsequently, run down his partner’s throbbing rod, down the knot. “…ejaculation, neither are reasons to-” Jackson grows more red in the face and says: “S-Shut up!”
The stroking continues. The breathing increases, the only sound growing heavier, accompanied by the faint buzzing of the lights, and the wet sloppy noises of their competition. Soon, their approaching of the climax shows in their bodily movement, as Norton can’t help but twist his hips and groan, while Jackson changes between his pelvis pushed forward and backwards, paired with deep inhales and exhales. Only one trick left up his sleeve, Jackson has one more thing he can do. He brings his other hand to Norton’s head, and pulls it in. He puts his mouth on Norton’s, and presses hard, while the stroking increases immensely, as if he were trying to finish him off. But Norton is ready to show who Jackson is dealing with, and grabs his partners head in turn, pulling him in with a grip even tighter. And, again likewise, he tightens his grip on Jackson’s member, fondling the knot and lightly squeezing the tip every so often. Their eyes closed as their lips are trying to get a piece of the other, and their members twitching, teetering at the edges of their climaxes.
And then, deep, muffled moaning. And a warm slimy substance runs down their hands in wave after wave, as both their members pulsate with excitement. Their lips separate, and their flushed faces are unmoved except for the heavy breathing. They finally look down at the mess. The mess, flowing down over their members and fingers, coming from Jackson’s tip. Norton’s is covered in pre-cum, but it’s apparent he hasn’t reached his climax. Heads unmoved, their eyes meet again. His breath trembling, Jackson stifles a laugh and says: “Y-you win… Fuck…” Norton, in between his breaths, tells him: “Did I? You’re really going to let me hang like this?”
Jackson looks at him with a baffled expression, before lunging forward and pushing Norton down. He presses his lips onto Norton’s once more, and proceeds to grind his cock against the other almost like he’s possessed. Norton, flabbergasted at first for a moment, decides to give Jackson the consolation prize, and to let him have it by wrapping his arms around him, and pulling their bodies together. Jackson’s massive load acting as a lube of sorts, their bodies slide up and down as their moans grow deeper, and their groins move in a sensual rhythm. Jackson keeps pushing his waist up against Norton’s in an effort to make him pay for the loss Jackson took. And before long, Norton lets out a couple long, draw-out moans as a warm substance makes its way between their bodies. Spurt after spurt, Jackson comes to a standstill, and separates his lips from Norton’s.
“T-There… How’s that for your review… Nort? I told you didn’t I?” Norton, in turn, laughs and shakes his head. “Gosh, you still onto it?” However, he drops his head with a long, exhausted sigh. “Though, to get topped for once, even for a moment, was an experience for sure.” Jackson laughs as well. “You know… If we were to end every workout like this… I couldn’t wait for our next session…” Norton pauses before giving him a lusty look. “Maybe we should…”
But then an unfamiliar voice says: “Not if I have to clean up your mess every time. Jeez, what do you guys eat to blow such loads?” The both of them perk up with a look of shock, and turn their heads towards a Trubbish, whose hand is on a cart of cleaning supplies. His face, dead inside, as he gazes upon the drippage of cum spread around the bench. Norton and Jackson face each other again, before they turn towards the Trubbish again. Norton says with a swoony voice: “Hey, have you ever experienced two cute boys on top of you?” The Trubbish flinches and says: “Uhh what? …No?” Jackson tilts his head and asks with a same-toned seductive voice: “What if we could arrange that?
Untameable, but fun nonetheless
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Hey there people! It’s me, Norton, back again because Aron was busy for the weekend. But I know you folks. You have to know about the latest hot ‘mon to chase! But hot is not this week’s theme, though they do come in that flavor. No, we’re looking at a -shocking- variant of this week’s addition to the list; Jolteon.
Now, my experience with one was, well, interesting, to say the least. I felt like I was looking into a mirror the whole time, and not in a narcissistic way! No, this Jolteon I met up with just ticked all the boxes I would have to. Thick thighs which are more than useful when it comes to endurance and strength (take notes, people), loves to be on the bottom but still in control, and a passionate spirit with a veil of nice personality to boot!
But how was their performance? Well, their… his. His little jolt was sure to leave a shock! Ha! No, little isn’t the right word. He was about my size, maybe even a bit bigger. But I didn’t have the time to get out the ruler, because this one pit my own tricks against myself! How fierce a partner he was! Though, I did win in the end. In more ways than one, you could say. Hehe. But it was a tough fight I’ll admit.
Overall, would I recommend a Jolteon for a one-night stand? Surely! Even if you can’t beat their overexcited personality, you’ll leave an experience richer, and one to remember, MHM! But, as a recurring partner, you’d need either a spine to withstand them, or to be just as dead set on getting the role you want in your play together! Because if they’re a top, and you’re a weak-willed switch; You’re not. You’re a bottom now. So tell them to suck it. Literally. And even if you think you won’t stand a chance, make them work for it. They love it.
8/10 - Would do again
In any case, I’m beginning to like these adventures I get on, while Aron is too busy with… I don’t know, picking his nose or something. …Kidding, kidding! But I wouldn’t object to doing this more. In any case, love you guys! And see you next time!
~ Norton the Noivern
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