[center][b]Family Town Chapter 2: Throwing Glory in the Hole[/b][/center] Scraggy Brother x Scrafty Brother ---------- The night was young and most of the Pokemon of Family Town were either in their homes readying for bed or out and about hitting up restaurants, bars, or clubs. Fathers taking their daughters to evening dinners, their deep growls rumbling silently as they sat at separate booths awaiting their drinks and meals as their daughters fed on the appetizers throbbing between the males’ legs. Drunken cheers and lust driven moans sounded from the bars as brothers hilted their sisters, Mothers eating out daughters, Sons pistoning into mothers, riding and sucking off fathers. Even bartenders got to engage with the many families, some getting a ‘mon or two to slip over the counter and suck them off as they work or even openly slamming hips as they fill glasses with fermented drinks and ale. Clubs thumped and bumped with the sound of booming music, hammering hips, pistoning thrusts, and sultry, wanton moans. Females bent over, males with raised tails, siblings in 69s, dance floors with plenty of naked grinding. Even in bedrooms were there families having their final moments before the night’s end. Through windows could you see shadows meshing together, shifting in a rhythmic fashion, one behind the other, topping it, repeatedly throwing itself into the lower shadow as fathers tucked in their children with doggystyle, siblings tag teaming their mothers in cunnilingus and face fucking. Today’s story takes place in one of the many clubs around Family Town. More specifically, a small, underground club managed from a back alley called Neon Nights. This was a special club in that it prided itself in being more discreet and secretive for those who liked to party but didn’t like being up front or mainstream about it. Not only that but it also specialized as an anonymous club where everyone who enters is dyed down head to toe in special midnight black, fur-safe body paint that completely conceals your identity, essentially turning you into a walking silhouette of a Pokemon. And on top of the midnight dye would you be able to pick out a select assortment of neon glow sticks and bracelets to accessorize in. Yup, it was a rave club! And raving these horny Pokemon did plenty of. The audible sound of hips slamming hips could be heard from every corner of the club, moans and howls ringing out as shining lights rocked to and fro upon completely black forms. A Nidorina’s large ass bounced down upon a Nidorino who held her by the hips, his cock pulsing strong being milked by the tight walls of his sister. A pair of Timburr were on the dance floor doing their thing, one male pressing his plump ass against his brother’s crotch, the two grinding firmly into each other, cock throbbing buried to the hilt within the other Timburr’s wanting ass. A Braixen had one leg raised high and held up by a Litleo who pistoned into her dripping depths, his growls shadowed by her squealing cries of ecstasy, nectar splashing the lion’s cock as it repeatedly dove deep into her moist, fiery cave. While any one of the many incestuous couples and groups serving one another could be a tale to tell, our story took place in a not-so-bumping room in the back. A bathroom, to be exact. The muffled bump and thump of sex and music played through the closed door as a lone Scraggy sat in one of the three bathroom stalls of the men's room. His hand pumped along his pulsing cock, squeezing down at the base with each stroke and glide along its size. Digits gripped firm on his erection, precum trailing over each finger that continued jerking himself off, lathering the clear fluid across his meat, heightening the sensation of his masturbation. His free hand gripped the base of an erection that rested inside the glory hole he positioned himself in front of, the horny Scraggy’s tongue swirling it, dancing up and down the underside while he bobbed his head on every vein kissed inch of that lengthy rod. While he normally would have no idea who’s on the other side of this stall’s wall, those deep grunts and raunchy moans were all too familiar to the mostly gay male. He’d heard his older brother fuck before and he had a real ghetto way with his mouth. The Scrafty male was his sexual idol. That dirty talk turned him on to no end. “Ffuuuck yeah, squeeze that dick, baby..~” The other male growled, his cock pulsing in the Scraggy’s mouth. He murrled around the girth in his gullet, deep throating it and swallowing around the sensitive head, causing his throat to simulate convulsions and repeated clenches at the exposed head of the Scrafty’s uncut mass. “Oohh shit~ You suckin’ dick in there? ‘Cus that mouth workin’ me like a wet pussy...” The Scrafty grunted, his shudders causing the wall to rattle ever so slightly as he remained pressed firm against it to get all of his dick in that hole, glory hole and Scraggy mouth alike. The Scraggy moaned onto the cock twitching against his tongue, flicking and slurping upon the mass rewarding him with its preseed, pulling up its size to leave only the head in his muzzle. His hand grasped that meat, pumping it with the same pace as the hand jerking himself off, trembling a bit as a particularly hard throb in his dick signaled that he was beginning to near climax. He’d let go of his twitchy mass—it wasn’t time to finish this yet, he still wanted to indulge in his brother! He decided to put his focus solely on the Scrafty dick pulsing in his mouth and grasp right now, jerking off that veiny rod while milking the head with a powerful suction. “Nnggh..fuck!” The Scrafty didn’t bother trying to be quiet. He didn’t care if his voice got recognized by whoever was on the other side of that wall, they were a dick sucking master and he was gonna vocalize his pleasure and appreciation. Quite surprising considering the Scrafty wasn’t exactly gay nor bisexual. He was very much straight!… Or perhaps a little bi-curious. He never had anything against homosexuality and bisexuality—he was a big supporter of their rights and pride—it was just that he himself had never engaged with the same sex like this before. Though he’d once seen two males going at it and, while it was very strange and taboo to him at first, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. It was a Heliolisk and a Flygon he had seen. The Heliolisk’s vicious thrusts into the Flygon’s ass was one spectacle to behold, but the way the submissive male’s cock bounced and throbbed, hanging low between his legs as his electric-type partner hammered away at him… those sultry moans mixed with such wild dirty talk… The way the Flygon’s dick pulsed and throbbed as he erupted hands free onto the ground! He was enamored by the sight! Just that one session he’d eavesdropped on had him very curious to know what it felt like to fuck another guy. Perhaps it wasn’t necessarily the anal sex—he’d fucked girls’ asses before—but more so getting to watch another guy submit so blissfully to his lust and desire. To hear those deep yet girly moans come out of another male’s mouth. To see them quaking and begging you to make them cum just by fucking them. To see a male act so much like a female in the bedroom… it had him very curious and tonight was the night he acted on those curiosities. Nervous at first when he’d entered the men's bathroom and saw a hand resting on a glory hole and the idea quickly came to mind. He was dyed completely black, there’s no way anyone would know it’s him, right? They wouldn’t even know his species because it was completely and truly anonymous. That’s how glory holes work, right? That thought went right out the window when he started getting head from this stranger. But his identity was no stranger to the one sucking him off. “Shiiiit, swirl that tongue on the head, keep that up—ooh f-ffuuck yeah, just like that~!” He moaned out loud, having long since thrown all caution to the wind. The Scrafty wanted nothing more than to empty his balls into this stranger, dumping a fat load in this warm, wet mouth sucking him dry then be on his way. He could feel it too, climax approaching, the tension in his loins growing, his balls starting to churn and tighten. The tongue coiling and flicking around his sensitive glans kept the Scrafty in a quaking wreck of ecstasy. The Scraggy raised his brow when he heard the traditional double tap on the wall, a sign that the dick in his mouth was just about ready to dump a fresh load of nut. With a sultry moan, he went down on every inch, deep throating that dick once more and swallowing strong around the sensitive head, his eyes closed and awaiting the eruption. “Oohh...ffuuuck… Rrghh.. ffFFUUCK!” The Scrafty grunted aloud, pressing his hips flush against the wall, trying to push his dick as deep into the warm mouth as he could, hearty throbs pumping globs of thick seed down the other male’s throat. He could hear girly, sultry moans and loud gulps as his nut was drank down by the hungry slut sucking his dick. That overwhelming warmth would soon leave his dick as the Scraggy pulled off, letting his face take a few strings of that sweet spunk before engulfing the head again to scoop up and properly taste the remains of that load. Slurping up to the tip, he’d pull off of his brother’s girth with a final smooch, nuzzling up on that musky pole and shuddering taking in the lingering aroma of raunchy dick and a very recent blowjob. The smells and tastes were incredible… his own brother, that dirty tongue of his, this sweaty, fat cock… “F-f..ffuck...” The Scrafty’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep red when he heard the male’s unmasked vocal moan from the other side of the wall. That voice… he recognized that voice. It wasn’t… it couldn’t be! Could it? He was well aware of this town and its very… [i]different[/i] outlook on family relations but he himself had never engaged in doing such a thing with his own family. But… but his brother didn’t know about his bi-curious tendencies and thoughts! Yet here he was with his dick in a glory hole, looking down at the small puddle of cum that began to drool from the other side of the wall. Did he… did he just get his dick sucked by his own brother? And why did the thought of it drive him so wild… so wild with… [i]arousal?[/i] He shuddered as those bi-curious thoughts invaded his mind again. Was his brother a slut? Did he frequent this club? Did he do this regularly with other boys?? Would his brother let him fuck him properly at home? “Sh-shit...” The Scrafty’s dick twitched hard, feeling a hand idly jerking him off while occasional kisses peppered his tip. “Y’know...” The male in the stall spoke up, that familiar voice most certainly unmistakable. “You sound like someone I know~” The Scraggy teased his brother while continuing to shower the still erect girth with kisses and suckles. “But that can’t be him, my guy ain’t gay~ He’d [i]neeeever[/i] let a faggot like me suck his dick~” While the Scraggy was a bit on the ghetto side himself with his own sharp tongue, he was far from a dunce. He was well aware that his brother was bi-curious prior to this encounter. It was all too clear and obvious the way the Scrafty would look at other boys. Or how he’d just so happen to have to use the bathroom whenever the Scraggy was showering—they have a glass wall shower so the other male would get front row seats to the rather feminine dark-type. There was no mistaking the Scrafty’s eyes being fixated on the wide hips and plump ass of his own brother. He never said anything because he wanted his brother to explore those feelings without thinking he was being judged or teased for it. At least not yet. Now that he’s sucked off his own brother, not only did he intend on teasing him about it, but… he kinda sorta maybe [i]really[/i] hoped that Scrafty would fuck him into the ground sometime soon. Regardless, he would offer his full love and support to his brother. He loved him with all of his heart. “Err..y-yeah? Well his loss, I’d say.” The Scrafty tried to play it off, believing that he would get away with getting blown by his brother. “Yeah!.. Maybe he oughta think it over if there’s guys out there who give head like you, heh… You’re a top notch fuckin’ natural.” “Oh yeah~” The Scraggy licked his lips, kissing the tip of the Scrafty’s dick again. “Maybe I’ll talk to him tonight when I’m done here. But I better not keep you, some other lucky dude’ll prolly come stoppin’ by for some head soon.” “Ahh, r-right right! I better get goin’, don’t wanna start a line.” The Scrafty bit his lip; he was just about home free from this now awkward encounter! “Thanks for the head, yo. Might have to stop by again tomorrow or somethin’, best dick suckin’ I’ve gotten in a hot minute.” He slipped his dick out of the hole and pulled up his pants, not caring that he was still fully erect. He’d probably try and get lucky with some guy—g-girl! Some girl! Get lucky with some chick on the dance floor or something! “By the way!” The Scrafty stopped at the door, hand on the handle as he turned back to look at the stall wall. “When you wanna take it to the next level and slam this ass, you know where my bedroom is~” The Scrafty’s heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? What did he just say?! Did he… actually mean that? “Err.. I-I… wh-whatchu mean..?” The Scraggy giggled at his brother’s stuttering and nervousness. “Oh don’t worry. In time, maybe you’ll muster up the confidence to know [i]exactly[/i] what I mean… big bro~”