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Part Eye-Eye

The gun shop was totally empty, and, as Mr. Gun said as they headed to the back room, it was close to closing anyway, so he felt fine locking up the place so no one else could disturb them. Oh, Mr. Gun was the nickname Turtwig gave the man. He felt weird asking Mr. Gun what his name was. Especially when he knew he'd blush uncontrollably and do that thing where he gave the other person his last name while he thought of a wedding. A beautiful dutch wedding.

"I'm ICOYAR, by the way," the gun shop guy said.

Fuck!

And here came the thought of ICOYAR, the buff wall of muscle in a suit. And Turtwig, his small, frail body, draped in only the most elegant robes. And ICOYAR tearing them all off after the ceremony.

The very thought of that made Turtwig shudder. It felt like more than half of the blood in his body had shot to his butt already. He didn't know how much of this he could handle. Was he going to be okay?

"So you said you wanted a Hummingbird. I don't really have anything like that here, but I do have..." ICOYAR was leaning into a box now, giving Turtwig a brief view of the man's behind. Even his butt, the most forbidden, dirtiest area was perfect. Not that Turtwig would ever touch that. Turtwig was a bottom. "This!"

He was snapped out of his daydream to see ICOYAR holding a gun, and a hefty one at that. Much too big for Turtwig to strap to his leg with a harness! Oh! The gun holderer thing was called a HARNESS! Wow he was dumb. Jesus christ how could he forget that word.

"Boy. Boy!"

Turtwig snapped out of his thoughts again. This was becoming a serious problem. There was almost no blood left in his brain anymore. All of his body was cold. Except for his butt. Why was ICOYAR, with his big, hairy muscles, and his beautiful full beard and natural charisma and, now that he thought of it, natural musk? Was ICOYAR wearing cologne? Because it didn't smell like it, but he smelled intoxicating nonetheless.

"Yo!" ICOYAR's finger's snapped in front of Turtwig's face. "You looking a little pale there."

"I'm sorry," Turtwig spat out. "I'm just..." Screw it, not like he had much of a chance with ICOYAR anyway. He was going to say what he felt, and if the man responded well, then great, he could use him to relieve the pressure he felt in his butt, and if he didn't, he could go home and relieve the butt pressure by himself. Either way, he wouldn't fall in love with the man. Or anyone. Because he was a dark boy, with a dark past who could never love, or be loved by anyone. That was just the way he was. And he'd never change.

This was it.

Turtwig opened his mouth. "I need you," he put his hands on ICOYAR's chest. "Right now. Take me. Please."

ICOYAR's eyes glimmered. Could Turtwig sense a hint of some complex feelings welling up in there? Must've been lust. He pulled this trick with men like @green_dragon and @ZiggiStardust, one of his repeat, though very ashamed, customers. @sophieluvstofu too, but he was long gone. ICOYAR was his.

"Sorry boy," ICOYAR said with a genuine smile. "I'm a married man. With kids." his eyes, for just a moment, seemed to look down, longingly. "I can't... I can't do that."

"Oh, sorry."

With that, Turtwig grabbed his belongings and began to leave. He would have to relieve his butt at home after all.

"But, I would love to teach you about guns tomorrow," ICOYAR called out. "And the next day! And the day after that. Some come back, alright? Boy?"

Turtwig flashed an almost pure smile. "Yeah. Okay! See you tomorrow."

The blood left Turtwig's butt on its own that night. The first time it had ever done that.

@TheWorstPoster
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