First Experiences
Terry Fletcher ran onto the pitch, applauded by the fans of Millwall FC, the loanee from Manchester City was making his debut for their club. It was a chilly December evening and Millwall were away to Norwich City, they were sitting bottom of the league, and needed a win desperately.
Terry was a seventeen-year-old left-sided winger who claimed he would "set The New Den alight again!" The New Den was Millwall's stadium, and they severely needed something to set them back on the right track. The cocky teenager ran over to the Millwall fans and did a backflip, much to their delight.
The music ran around Carrow Road's ageing speaker system, Prodigy's Break and Enter filling the ground with a euphoric feel. The Canaries' fans sung their anthems and The Lions replied with their own, the floodlights illuminated the players getting ready for kick-off.
The teams did some last minute stretches before the game began, the names of the players were called out over the loudspeaker and Prodigy subsided. The Millwall fans reigned the chants, despite there only being 2,000 of them and 18,000 Norwich fans.
Millwall took the centre-spot kick, and Julan Koller immediately fed it to the left wing, and Terry. He ran down the left, skipping left past Norwich's defender, Antino Fillipo, and hitting a left footed curler at the goal, the Millwall fans stood up to cheer, but the shot shattered off the far post and fell to Norwich's centre-back, Nick Tanner.
Nick ran upfield to about the half-way line and played in Darren Huckerby, who hoofed over, to jeers from his own supporters. Huckerby had fallen out of favour after six games without a goal, but Norwich manager Nigel Worthington was still giving him chances to prove himself.
Millwall 'keeper Andy Marshall threw the ball out to Koller, who played a quick 1-2 with Ace Jonnssen and blasted at the goal, Norwich goalie Robert Green got a hand to it and forced it out, but Fletcher ran in and hit the rebound into the net off the far post. Fletcher jumped up in front of the Norwich fans and bowed to them, they jeered and booed.
"And the goalscorer for Millwall after two minutes... TERRY FLETCHER!" The loudspeaker proclaimed. The game went on as a midfield battle for a while, until Terry fed in a cross for Jonnssen, who made it 2-0 to the visitors just before the break. The half-time speech was encouraging, and Millwall were well on their way to their first win of the season.
After the break, Norwich made a substitution, "Off will come Andrew Barton, and on will come... Umbreon!" Fletcher remembered, this weekend was the first weekend that Pokemorphs were legally allowed to play in Football League matches.
Pokemorphs were the result of a human mating with a Pokemon, widely hated for their origin worldwide. They had the proportions of a human with fur and often ears or a tail from Pokemon. Umbreon stepped up, his yellow and green top flurrying in the wind, Millwall's fans chanted abuse at him and Norwich were barely cheering.
Umbreon came on and made little impact, he didn't get the passes he wanted, and the game ended 2-0 to Millwall. By the end, the Pokemorph was being jeered by all of his own fans as well as Millwall's. Fletcher shook hands with him, much to the shock of his own fans.
Millwall were euphoric on the way back, and the next morning in training. They chatted about it until they were summoned to meet the new recruits. Coach Jim Magilton called out their names...
"Liam Jordan, aged 17 from Bermondsey, Striker!"
A scrawny kid with bleached hair walked out of the tunnel and Jim assigned him to work with Jonnssen. A few more players were assigned to recruits, and then Jim read out the final name, "Pichu, aged 15 from Hackney, Winger, you will work with Terry Fletcher!"
Fletcher was startled, he had been at the club for a week, and now was being asked to help train a recruit, a Pokemorph at that. Koller turned to him, "Unlucky!" He ignored it, and walked over to Pichu.
Pichu may have been fifteen, but he only looked about twelve, he was short and had a very childlike expression, but he could run fast, really fast. Fletcher showed him how to play a cross and Pichu picked it up very quickly. "You'll be in the first team in no time, little 'chu!"
Pichu stared up at him, "Really?" His eyes went wide in anticipation, and he threw his arms around Terry, much to his surprise. The Pokemorph clung to him for about ten seconds, his warm body pressed against Terry's stomach and chest. Terry thought for a bit, saw there was no one around, and put his arms around Pichu as well.
He thought it would make him feel weak, but it didn't, it made him feel good because he was making Pichu happy. He asked Pichu, "Where do you live?" "On my own, in a little bedroom, I'm hoping I can move out when I get money from this club." Terry smiled, "You could crash for a few nights at my place if you want, I got a spare bed." Pichu jumped for joy, "REALLY?"
Terry didn't believe what he had just said, he had just offered a Pokemorph the chance to live in his flat for a few days, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. It was going to be very taboo when the media found out, considering Millwall's fans were against them so badly.
"Hey, we should carry on training, let's do penalties... I'll go in goal first!"
Pichu lined up to take a shot and Terry stood between the posts, Pichu hit it and the shot beat him, and Pichu did a Kuqi belly-dive. Terry grinned and thought to himself, 'at least the kid can celebrate properly'.
Pichu took another, but this time Fletcher saved it with an athletic jump to tip it wide of the post, Pichu exclaimed, "You're really good at this!" Terry laughed, "Me? Good at goalkeeping?"
Pichu took his turn in goal next, Fletcher taking a run-up and hitting a left-footed curler just inside the top-right corner and driving his other shot home with his right foot, even though Pichu got a paw to it.
They continued for a while, taking two at a time, until training time had finished. Pichu and Terry walked to the tubestation and got a tube to Hackney. They then walked to the Shelter Pichu was staying at and picked up his stuff, then got the tube back across to South Bermondsey.
They got on the 619 bus service to Terry's flat-block and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, Terry got his key out and opened the door. Pichu ran inside and jumped on the couch. "Wow, you have so much STUFF!"
There was a couch, a seat, a pretty big TV with a DVD player and a Digital Sattelite set-top box, a laptop computer plugged into a DSL line and the wall, a book-case crammed with DVDs and random football books and the kitchen at the back of the room. Off to the left was the bedroom with en-suite toilet/bathroom.
Terry closed the door, walked over to the couch and sat next to Pichu, he reminded him, "You still have to unpack your stuff, y'know, and I'm gonna order a pizza 'cos I can't be bothered to cook."
Pichu took his stuff into the bedroom and began to set it up around the spare bed, he didn't have much to unpack: a few books, a couple of towels, some shower stuff, about two sets of clothes and some pyjamas.
The pizza guy came after about fifteen minutes of talking, Terry went to the door, paid him, and brought in a fifteen inch pizza for the two of them. It had all the toppings imaginable and Pichu munched like he'd never eaten before. Terry grabbed some pizza and put the TV on. The replay of the Norwich match was on, Pichu was amazed by Terry's goal.
"That'll be you in a year or so! I'm just going to the bathroom, be back in a few minutes."
Terry walked awkwardly out and went into the bedroom. He had a massive hard-on and needed to relieve himself quickly, he laid down on his double bed and proceeded to unzip his trousers and get his boner out.
He flicked his foreskin back and forth and played for a while, his silver-blonde hair was getting sticky from the sweat, as he pulled his trousers clean off to give himself more access to his cock.
He pulled the foreskin back and forth, panting lightly, and began to increase the speed until he was fapping at lightning speed. He let out a quiet moan and felt he was going to cum soon. All of a sudden the door opened and Pichu stared at him. He was caught in the act.
Pichu looked at him, and queried inquisitively, "What are you doing with your thingy?" He decided to come clean, "I had a hard-on"
"What's a hard on?"
He stared at Pichu for a while, trying to figure out if he was playing, and then realized he was serious. "It's when your thingy goes all hard, and starts to hurt in your pants!" Pichu exclaimed, still staring at the cock, "Oh, I have that sometimes, is this the cure?"
"This is one of the cures" Terry responded, embarrassed to be talking about masturbation. He noticed Pichu had a bit of a hard-on himself. Pichu asked, "How do you do the cure then?"
Terry grimaced, but he was relieved that the Pokemorph didn't know what he was doing was taboo. "First you take your trousers off, then you pull it out, and then..." Pichu started to undo his trousers, and pulled his four inch penis out. He sat down on the bed next to Terry.
"Now what?"
Terry looked at Pichu, he started seeing him in a different light, the Pokemorph's innocence was strangely sexy, and though he was always slightly homophobic, he knew what he wanted. He reached out to touch Pichu's cock, and the childlike Morph didn't stop him.
He sat up and stroked Pichu's little penis, sending sensation through his body, he pulled his foreskin up and down, and Pichu moaned in ecstasy. "It feels good!" The little Pokemorph managed between faps. Terry gently laid him down and started to masturbate him harder and faster.
The little cock glided between his hands, small shots of precum landing on his chest as he massaged Pichu's dick. He rubbed the tip with his finger and proceeded to lick it, it tasted good, he lapped at Pichu and the Morph soon lost control and shot his load in Terry's throat.
Terry swallowed it and smiled, Pichu laid back and took in the pleasure of his first orgasm. Terry turned over, knowing his first time was with a guy, and not only a guy but a non-human one, but it didn't bother him one bit. He pulled his sweaty Millwall top off and laid on his back.
Pichu sat up and looked at Terry's seven-inch penis, he put both of his furry hands around it and started to pull Terry's foreskin up and down, Terry enjoyed the sensations as Pichu played with his cock, imitating his own actions.
Pichu then slid his little mouth over the penis and put it deep into his throat, Terry put a hand on the back of his head as he received his first blow-job. He felt a bit like a paedophile, having sex with someone who looked so young, but since Pichu was actually fifteen, he let himself off.
Pichu slid his tongue up and down the underside of Terry's cock, moving his head back and forth slowly on the monster. He was proportioned like a twelve-year-old so the cock was sinking very deep into his mouth as he sucked it.
Terry let out a moan of pleasure and slid his hand over Pichu's ass, Pichu whimpered in pleasure and kept blowing him. Pichu felt Terry's precum fall on his tongue as Terry was fondling his little soft bum.
Terry slid a finger into Pichu's anus as the Morph's tongue made a spiral around his cock, the tightness was too much for him and Pichu panted as his finger entered him. Terry emptied his seed into the little Pokemorph's mouth, Pichu choked on it and swallowed, then licked all of the cum off Terry's cock.
The two of them grinned, having had the best time of their lives so far. "Pichu, you can't mention this to the guys in training, OK? It's our little secret!" Pichu nodded, and yawned. "I guess we're both tired," Terry added, "Let's get some sleep then!"
He took Pichu's Millwall shirt off and threw it on the floor, then embraced the Pokemorph. He kissed Pichu, who was enjoying his newfound security, and held him until they fell asleep.
Terry was a seventeen-year-old left-sided winger who claimed he would "set The New Den alight again!" The New Den was Millwall's stadium, and they severely needed something to set them back on the right track. The cocky teenager ran over to the Millwall fans and did a backflip, much to their delight.
The music ran around Carrow Road's ageing speaker system, Prodigy's Break and Enter filling the ground with a euphoric feel. The Canaries' fans sung their anthems and The Lions replied with their own, the floodlights illuminated the players getting ready for kick-off.
The teams did some last minute stretches before the game began, the names of the players were called out over the loudspeaker and Prodigy subsided. The Millwall fans reigned the chants, despite there only being 2,000 of them and 18,000 Norwich fans.
Millwall took the centre-spot kick, and Julan Koller immediately fed it to the left wing, and Terry. He ran down the left, skipping left past Norwich's defender, Antino Fillipo, and hitting a left footed curler at the goal, the Millwall fans stood up to cheer, but the shot shattered off the far post and fell to Norwich's centre-back, Nick Tanner.
Nick ran upfield to about the half-way line and played in Darren Huckerby, who hoofed over, to jeers from his own supporters. Huckerby had fallen out of favour after six games without a goal, but Norwich manager Nigel Worthington was still giving him chances to prove himself.
Millwall 'keeper Andy Marshall threw the ball out to Koller, who played a quick 1-2 with Ace Jonnssen and blasted at the goal, Norwich goalie Robert Green got a hand to it and forced it out, but Fletcher ran in and hit the rebound into the net off the far post. Fletcher jumped up in front of the Norwich fans and bowed to them, they jeered and booed.
"And the goalscorer for Millwall after two minutes... TERRY FLETCHER!" The loudspeaker proclaimed. The game went on as a midfield battle for a while, until Terry fed in a cross for Jonnssen, who made it 2-0 to the visitors just before the break. The half-time speech was encouraging, and Millwall were well on their way to their first win of the season.
After the break, Norwich made a substitution, "Off will come Andrew Barton, and on will come... Umbreon!" Fletcher remembered, this weekend was the first weekend that Pokemorphs were legally allowed to play in Football League matches.
Pokemorphs were the result of a human mating with a Pokemon, widely hated for their origin worldwide. They had the proportions of a human with fur and often ears or a tail from Pokemon. Umbreon stepped up, his yellow and green top flurrying in the wind, Millwall's fans chanted abuse at him and Norwich were barely cheering.
Umbreon came on and made little impact, he didn't get the passes he wanted, and the game ended 2-0 to Millwall. By the end, the Pokemorph was being jeered by all of his own fans as well as Millwall's. Fletcher shook hands with him, much to the shock of his own fans.
Millwall were euphoric on the way back, and the next morning in training. They chatted about it until they were summoned to meet the new recruits. Coach Jim Magilton called out their names...
"Liam Jordan, aged 17 from Bermondsey, Striker!"
A scrawny kid with bleached hair walked out of the tunnel and Jim assigned him to work with Jonnssen. A few more players were assigned to recruits, and then Jim read out the final name, "Pichu, aged 15 from Hackney, Winger, you will work with Terry Fletcher!"
Fletcher was startled, he had been at the club for a week, and now was being asked to help train a recruit, a Pokemorph at that. Koller turned to him, "Unlucky!" He ignored it, and walked over to Pichu.
Pichu may have been fifteen, but he only looked about twelve, he was short and had a very childlike expression, but he could run fast, really fast. Fletcher showed him how to play a cross and Pichu picked it up very quickly. "You'll be in the first team in no time, little 'chu!"
Pichu stared up at him, "Really?" His eyes went wide in anticipation, and he threw his arms around Terry, much to his surprise. The Pokemorph clung to him for about ten seconds, his warm body pressed against Terry's stomach and chest. Terry thought for a bit, saw there was no one around, and put his arms around Pichu as well.
He thought it would make him feel weak, but it didn't, it made him feel good because he was making Pichu happy. He asked Pichu, "Where do you live?" "On my own, in a little bedroom, I'm hoping I can move out when I get money from this club." Terry smiled, "You could crash for a few nights at my place if you want, I got a spare bed." Pichu jumped for joy, "REALLY?"
Terry didn't believe what he had just said, he had just offered a Pokemorph the chance to live in his flat for a few days, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. It was going to be very taboo when the media found out, considering Millwall's fans were against them so badly.
"Hey, we should carry on training, let's do penalties... I'll go in goal first!"
Pichu lined up to take a shot and Terry stood between the posts, Pichu hit it and the shot beat him, and Pichu did a Kuqi belly-dive. Terry grinned and thought to himself, 'at least the kid can celebrate properly'.
Pichu took another, but this time Fletcher saved it with an athletic jump to tip it wide of the post, Pichu exclaimed, "You're really good at this!" Terry laughed, "Me? Good at goalkeeping?"
Pichu took his turn in goal next, Fletcher taking a run-up and hitting a left-footed curler just inside the top-right corner and driving his other shot home with his right foot, even though Pichu got a paw to it.
They continued for a while, taking two at a time, until training time had finished. Pichu and Terry walked to the tubestation and got a tube to Hackney. They then walked to the Shelter Pichu was staying at and picked up his stuff, then got the tube back across to South Bermondsey.
They got on the 619 bus service to Terry's flat-block and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, Terry got his key out and opened the door. Pichu ran inside and jumped on the couch. "Wow, you have so much STUFF!"
There was a couch, a seat, a pretty big TV with a DVD player and a Digital Sattelite set-top box, a laptop computer plugged into a DSL line and the wall, a book-case crammed with DVDs and random football books and the kitchen at the back of the room. Off to the left was the bedroom with en-suite toilet/bathroom.
Terry closed the door, walked over to the couch and sat next to Pichu, he reminded him, "You still have to unpack your stuff, y'know, and I'm gonna order a pizza 'cos I can't be bothered to cook."
Pichu took his stuff into the bedroom and began to set it up around the spare bed, he didn't have much to unpack: a few books, a couple of towels, some shower stuff, about two sets of clothes and some pyjamas.
The pizza guy came after about fifteen minutes of talking, Terry went to the door, paid him, and brought in a fifteen inch pizza for the two of them. It had all the toppings imaginable and Pichu munched like he'd never eaten before. Terry grabbed some pizza and put the TV on. The replay of the Norwich match was on, Pichu was amazed by Terry's goal.
"That'll be you in a year or so! I'm just going to the bathroom, be back in a few minutes."
Terry walked awkwardly out and went into the bedroom. He had a massive hard-on and needed to relieve himself quickly, he laid down on his double bed and proceeded to unzip his trousers and get his boner out.
He flicked his foreskin back and forth and played for a while, his silver-blonde hair was getting sticky from the sweat, as he pulled his trousers clean off to give himself more access to his cock.
He pulled the foreskin back and forth, panting lightly, and began to increase the speed until he was fapping at lightning speed. He let out a quiet moan and felt he was going to cum soon. All of a sudden the door opened and Pichu stared at him. He was caught in the act.
Pichu looked at him, and queried inquisitively, "What are you doing with your thingy?" He decided to come clean, "I had a hard-on"
"What's a hard on?"
He stared at Pichu for a while, trying to figure out if he was playing, and then realized he was serious. "It's when your thingy goes all hard, and starts to hurt in your pants!" Pichu exclaimed, still staring at the cock, "Oh, I have that sometimes, is this the cure?"
"This is one of the cures" Terry responded, embarrassed to be talking about masturbation. He noticed Pichu had a bit of a hard-on himself. Pichu asked, "How do you do the cure then?"
Terry grimaced, but he was relieved that the Pokemorph didn't know what he was doing was taboo. "First you take your trousers off, then you pull it out, and then..." Pichu started to undo his trousers, and pulled his four inch penis out. He sat down on the bed next to Terry.
"Now what?"
Terry looked at Pichu, he started seeing him in a different light, the Pokemorph's innocence was strangely sexy, and though he was always slightly homophobic, he knew what he wanted. He reached out to touch Pichu's cock, and the childlike Morph didn't stop him.
He sat up and stroked Pichu's little penis, sending sensation through his body, he pulled his foreskin up and down, and Pichu moaned in ecstasy. "It feels good!" The little Pokemorph managed between faps. Terry gently laid him down and started to masturbate him harder and faster.
The little cock glided between his hands, small shots of precum landing on his chest as he massaged Pichu's dick. He rubbed the tip with his finger and proceeded to lick it, it tasted good, he lapped at Pichu and the Morph soon lost control and shot his load in Terry's throat.
Terry swallowed it and smiled, Pichu laid back and took in the pleasure of his first orgasm. Terry turned over, knowing his first time was with a guy, and not only a guy but a non-human one, but it didn't bother him one bit. He pulled his sweaty Millwall top off and laid on his back.
Pichu sat up and looked at Terry's seven-inch penis, he put both of his furry hands around it and started to pull Terry's foreskin up and down, Terry enjoyed the sensations as Pichu played with his cock, imitating his own actions.
Pichu then slid his little mouth over the penis and put it deep into his throat, Terry put a hand on the back of his head as he received his first blow-job. He felt a bit like a paedophile, having sex with someone who looked so young, but since Pichu was actually fifteen, he let himself off.
Pichu slid his tongue up and down the underside of Terry's cock, moving his head back and forth slowly on the monster. He was proportioned like a twelve-year-old so the cock was sinking very deep into his mouth as he sucked it.
Terry let out a moan of pleasure and slid his hand over Pichu's ass, Pichu whimpered in pleasure and kept blowing him. Pichu felt Terry's precum fall on his tongue as Terry was fondling his little soft bum.
Terry slid a finger into Pichu's anus as the Morph's tongue made a spiral around his cock, the tightness was too much for him and Pichu panted as his finger entered him. Terry emptied his seed into the little Pokemorph's mouth, Pichu choked on it and swallowed, then licked all of the cum off Terry's cock.
The two of them grinned, having had the best time of their lives so far. "Pichu, you can't mention this to the guys in training, OK? It's our little secret!" Pichu nodded, and yawned. "I guess we're both tired," Terry added, "Let's get some sleep then!"
He took Pichu's Millwall shirt off and threw it on the floor, then embraced the Pokemorph. He kissed Pichu, who was enjoying his newfound security, and held him until they fell asleep.
Chapter End Notes:
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