Pockyt - Chapter One
Pockyt
Chapter One
Absence
The dust beat down on the sun bleached desert town, mixed with smog as the sleet mixes snow and rain, encasing the smell of excess across the landscape. Rays of light danced in the dirt of the air, creating strobing rainbows of delight which nobody noticed. A year had passed since Pockyt had come to this vast wasteland. A delight for some, but circumstance and personality both made for a miserable existence within the desert walls.
He had journeyed from his home in the northwest to find his daughter, leaving his home on the ocean and his lover behind. She had visited him in the first few months of his time in the desert, cheating on her current boyfriend to get one last breath of passion with him. Since then he had remained untouched⌠well, self-touched would be more apt to describe it.
Pockytâs aptitude for lust was unmatched. Where others had judgement, he had curiosity. Where others cast feigns of disgust, he felt nervous excitement. He was comfortable in his bisexuality, but preferred the feminine in both genders. He had indeed only left the peninsula, where he had dated a string of transgendered women, to do some travelling; accidentally ending up living and then marrying the mother of his daughter instead of returning to the ocean.
It was on the ocean where he had made his home, living in a sailboat while working on fiberglass in the working boatyard behind the yacht harbors parking lot. The move from sailboats to living in an RV was an easy transition for him, as he was used to living with less â which made the clutter of a small environment bearable.
His RV was 19 foot in length and fourty-*************. A younger sister of sorts, keeping him safe from the elements of the desert he lived in and the enhabinites of its urban battle ground. The faint sound of a Grindr notification rang from somewhere in the mobile home. Pockyt put the pipe he had just packed down and stood up in the booth he was relaxing on. He reached behind him onto the bed and retrieved his phone before sitting back down, stretching his legs across the booth while leaning his back against the wall and window behind him.
The sun melted into the sunset, leaving behind a days worth of summer heat which refused to submit to itâs masters departure. Pockyt texted with Julia, a transgendered woman who he had been talking with all week.
âI want to top you tonight, bareback. Are you ready for me to fill you up? ?â¤ď¸â Julia finally texted after an hour of small talk and flirting.
â*swoon* what time? ?âşď¸â He replied, shifting in his seat.
â8 oâclock. Pack a bowl for me when I get there, ok?â She was off to get ready.
The blonde hair, blue eyed, 5â5â, b-cup, slender lady with perfectly manicured toenails didnât show up at 8 oâclock. At 9 oâclock, Pockyt cleaned the RV for the seventh time, packed a fresh bowl for the third time and;checked his phone for the first time.
He paused for a minute, checking himself to make sure he was playing it cool. What even was cool in this situation? Lust was a funny thing. Sometimes the more you show you want someone, the less they want you. If the conquest was in the taking, than you wouldnât even need to have sex to win that game. But it had been a year since he had been touched and it was lust and not conquest that concerned him.
For the next hour, Pockyt tried to busy himself by watching tv unsuccessfully, playing video games unsuccessfully and reading unsuccesfully. In fact, his only successful task was focusing on his missing guest. He hoped she was alright. The desert might be safer than some down river cabin in the middle of nowhere, but there were still evil people out there who wanted nothing more than to hurt and kill anyone different than they were.
At ten oâclock, Pockyt checked his phone again. The nights air had cooled down and he was thankful, having parked in a residential area that night and not being able to run the generator for the air conditioner.
âAre you ok? Havenât heard from you. You know where Iâm parked, right?â
Pockyt put his phone down to open a can of water. As the can popped and the carbonation sizzled, his phone struck up itâs usual frog crock. He checked for the senders name, hoping it was Juliaâs. No luck. Another anon rando sending pictures. He normally wouldnât look twice at a message like this. Most of the time it was a hairy guy with a big belly or someone who outweighed him, which was not hard to do.
This time the picture, sent from femanon92, caught his eye. He was a feminine cross-dresser with a combination of Latin and Asian features that dilated Pockyt.
âI can show up in a half an hour. I like your pictures. You can have me.â He sent below the pictures of his smooth hairless body.
âYouâre in luck. I was stood up tonight. *GPS Location Sent*â Pockyt replied. He normally took his time meeting people, but had had good luck going with is gut instinct with one night stands usually. He hadnât been touched in a while and while a change of plans for the evenings activities was ok, he wasnât ok with another night by himself. He needed an escape from his own tale and an adventure into a part of him that had been denied repeatedly.
Pockyt dimmed the lights shortly before a knock came to the door. He peeked outside to see a feminine boy standing outside, waiting with anticipation to be let in. His hair was a short bobcut and with his lipstick and makeup applied, he gave off the aura of Aubrey Hepburn. He let his guest in.
Without exchanging so much as a hello, his guest stripped down naked before him. Carefully. Confidently. Softly. Silently. As the temperature and the inhabitants of the recreational vehicle both heated up, the sounds of their groans were the only words spoken, besides itâs visitors only line for the night,
âYou can cum inside of me if you want.â
Chapter One
Absence
The dust beat down on the sun bleached desert town, mixed with smog as the sleet mixes snow and rain, encasing the smell of excess across the landscape. Rays of light danced in the dirt of the air, creating strobing rainbows of delight which nobody noticed. A year had passed since Pockyt had come to this vast wasteland. A delight for some, but circumstance and personality both made for a miserable existence within the desert walls.
He had journeyed from his home in the northwest to find his daughter, leaving his home on the ocean and his lover behind. She had visited him in the first few months of his time in the desert, cheating on her current boyfriend to get one last breath of passion with him. Since then he had remained untouched⌠well, self-touched would be more apt to describe it.
Pockytâs aptitude for lust was unmatched. Where others had judgement, he had curiosity. Where others cast feigns of disgust, he felt nervous excitement. He was comfortable in his bisexuality, but preferred the feminine in both genders. He had indeed only left the peninsula, where he had dated a string of transgendered women, to do some travelling; accidentally ending up living and then marrying the mother of his daughter instead of returning to the ocean.
It was on the ocean where he had made his home, living in a sailboat while working on fiberglass in the working boatyard behind the yacht harbors parking lot. The move from sailboats to living in an RV was an easy transition for him, as he was used to living with less â which made the clutter of a small environment bearable.
His RV was 19 foot in length and fourty-*************. A younger sister of sorts, keeping him safe from the elements of the desert he lived in and the enhabinites of its urban battle ground. The faint sound of a Grindr notification rang from somewhere in the mobile home. Pockyt put the pipe he had just packed down and stood up in the booth he was relaxing on. He reached behind him onto the bed and retrieved his phone before sitting back down, stretching his legs across the booth while leaning his back against the wall and window behind him.
The sun melted into the sunset, leaving behind a days worth of summer heat which refused to submit to itâs masters departure. Pockyt texted with Julia, a transgendered woman who he had been talking with all week.
âI want to top you tonight, bareback. Are you ready for me to fill you up? ?â¤ď¸â Julia finally texted after an hour of small talk and flirting.
â*swoon* what time? ?âşď¸â He replied, shifting in his seat.
â8 oâclock. Pack a bowl for me when I get there, ok?â She was off to get ready.
The blonde hair, blue eyed, 5â5â, b-cup, slender lady with perfectly manicured toenails didnât show up at 8 oâclock. At 9 oâclock, Pockyt cleaned the RV for the seventh time, packed a fresh bowl for the third time and;checked his phone for the first time.
He paused for a minute, checking himself to make sure he was playing it cool. What even was cool in this situation? Lust was a funny thing. Sometimes the more you show you want someone, the less they want you. If the conquest was in the taking, than you wouldnât even need to have sex to win that game. But it had been a year since he had been touched and it was lust and not conquest that concerned him.
For the next hour, Pockyt tried to busy himself by watching tv unsuccessfully, playing video games unsuccessfully and reading unsuccesfully. In fact, his only successful task was focusing on his missing guest. He hoped she was alright. The desert might be safer than some down river cabin in the middle of nowhere, but there were still evil people out there who wanted nothing more than to hurt and kill anyone different than they were.
At ten oâclock, Pockyt checked his phone again. The nights air had cooled down and he was thankful, having parked in a residential area that night and not being able to run the generator for the air conditioner.
âAre you ok? Havenât heard from you. You know where Iâm parked, right?â
Pockyt put his phone down to open a can of water. As the can popped and the carbonation sizzled, his phone struck up itâs usual frog crock. He checked for the senders name, hoping it was Juliaâs. No luck. Another anon rando sending pictures. He normally wouldnât look twice at a message like this. Most of the time it was a hairy guy with a big belly or someone who outweighed him, which was not hard to do.
This time the picture, sent from femanon92, caught his eye. He was a feminine cross-dresser with a combination of Latin and Asian features that dilated Pockyt.
âI can show up in a half an hour. I like your pictures. You can have me.â He sent below the pictures of his smooth hairless body.
âYouâre in luck. I was stood up tonight. *GPS Location Sent*â Pockyt replied. He normally took his time meeting people, but had had good luck going with is gut instinct with one night stands usually. He hadnât been touched in a while and while a change of plans for the evenings activities was ok, he wasnât ok with another night by himself. He needed an escape from his own tale and an adventure into a part of him that had been denied repeatedly.
Pockyt dimmed the lights shortly before a knock came to the door. He peeked outside to see a feminine boy standing outside, waiting with anticipation to be let in. His hair was a short bobcut and with his lipstick and makeup applied, he gave off the aura of Aubrey Hepburn. He let his guest in.
Without exchanging so much as a hello, his guest stripped down naked before him. Carefully. Confidently. Softly. Silently. As the temperature and the inhabitants of the recreational vehicle both heated up, the sounds of their groans were the only words spoken, besides itâs visitors only line for the night,
âYou can cum inside of me if you want.â
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