Season 4: Wisemon’s Alternate Ending Series
Part 5: The White Stuff
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei Animation. This story contains modified quoted lyrics by Green Day and a quoted concept from Seinfeld. If the title of this story didn’t give it away, I’ll tell you; the titles of all of the stories in this series have been and will continue to be names of “Weird Al” Yankovic songs. You have to admit, the titles have fit the stories perfectly despite the limited selection. On that note (pun intended), music will become an important and symbolic part of this series starting with the story after this one. Tomoki has seen and heard a lot of intriguing stuff in the last few stories, and Junpei has volunteered to explain it to him. That’s just the beginning of this story; the title is a clue to the rest. That’s right; this story has sex and adult language. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.
Junpei decided it was best not to hesitate. He was going to have “the talk” with Tomoki immediately. “Take a seat on the ground next to me, Tomoki. I know you probably have some questions about what you saw, and I intend to answer them.”
Tomoki sat down across from Junpei, and Izumi decided to sit down behind Junpei. She figured that he might need some help, and she decided that she would give her input if it was necessary. Also, she wanted to make sure that Junpei wasn’t telling Tomoki stuff that was wrong or skewed.
Junpei began his lecture. “Tomoki, what you saw was a beautiful expression of love. When a man loves a woman…another man who is really bad for her will sometimes come along and try to seduce her. From there, it’s up to the first man to beat the fucking hell out of the other guy. It’s a magical moment between two people, probably more magical for me than for Kouichi.”
Izumi couldn’t believe how proud Junpei was of his homicide. She reminded herself that he did it to save her, and that if he didn’t, she would be the one lying bleeding on the ground. Tomoki, on the other hand, couldn’t resolve in his head what Junpei said. “Junpei, I understood the part where you killed Kouichi. What I don’t understand, is what Kouichi and Izumi were doing before you made your appearance.”
“Oh…well…adults, and older kids, we have these things called hormones. They sometimes make us do stupid things. Some people, like me, can control their hormones enough to not let them affect their judgment. Other people, I don’t need to name names, will get naked for the first skinny boy who doesn’t ignore them.” Junpei regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, and he waited for the retaliation.
Izumi lifted up Junpei’s right arm, put it over her head, and draped it across her right shoulder. “The old movie theater trick, except she’s forcing me to do it,” Junpei thought to himself. “I guess I didn’t offend her after all.” Suddenly, he felt a sharp shooting pain in his gut as Izumi nailed him with her left elbow.
“I suppose hormones played no part in your activity tonight?” Izumi questioned.
“That’s a good comeback, but it would’ve worked without the elbow. That’s the second time you’ve hit me with one of those elbows. If I recall correctly, the first time was also after I made a comment about Kouichi. Hey, you can beat on me until my hair bleeds, but I did my deed just for you.” Junpei decided that he needed to cool off, figuratively and literally. “I saw a little stream not too far from here as I was following you and Kouichi to this clearing. I’m going to go get a drink and a bath; I badly need both. You can finish explaining things to Tomoki, but to be fair, try to keep it scientific. I’ll be back in about half an hour, so don’t get lonely now. When I come around, I think we should just sleep here tonight. We’ll meet up with Takuya, Kouji, and the others tomorrow.” Junpei got up and walked towards the stream in the woods; he didn’t look back.
Junpei took off his clothes and left them on a rock, but after catching a whiff of his clothes, he changed his mind and decided to take everything but his shoes and his D-Tector with him into the stream. The water went up to his neck, and it was really cold. It didn’t bother Junpei too much; his body was still overheated from the fight, and he had layers of blubber to keep himself warm.
Somehow, Izumi’s elbow had pushed Junpei over the edge. Perhaps it was because it was done in a way that made him think that she wanted to be affectionate with him. “It was a cruel trick,” Junpei said to himself as he rubbed the spot where she hit him, “and a painful one.” In his annoyance, Junpei had assumed the complete leadership of the smaller group. “Well, I am the father,” Junpei inside joked to himself. “Besides, I’ll probably never get a chance to be in charge of a group that includes Takuya and Kouji.”
Feeling refreshed, Junpei grabbed his clothes and climbed out of the stream. “I don’t have a spare outfit, so I’ll have to wear these wet. They’ll dry off eventually.” Junpei put on his briefs and his socks. Then he had a decision to make. “If ever there was a time for the switch, this is it. I’m through feeling like a dog in heat.” He put on his undershirt, his jumpsuit, and his shoes. Junpei proceeded to walk back to the clearing.
Izumi had done her best to “keep it scientific”. Her explanation made sense to Tomoki. It was like a jigsaw puzzle; the pieces fit together. At least, that’s how Tomoki understood it. Izumi also told him that there were good things and bad things about it, depending on how, when, and with whom it’s done. She was considering whether or not to go into more detail when Junpei arrived.
“We’ve all had a long night,” Junpei said. “It’s time to get some sleep.”
“We’re probably going to end up sleeping until about tomorrow,” Tomoki hypothesized as he spread himself out on the ground.
“If we wake up that late, Takuya, Kouji, Bokomon, Neemon, and Patamon might be gone by the time we walk back to where they were. The three of us seem to have a habit of getting separated from the others.” Izumi was stating the obvious, but nobody was listening. Junpei and Tomoki had already fallen asleep. She looked at Junpei; his clothes were damp. “He’s so ashamed of his body that he must’ve jumped in the stream with his clothes on,” Izumi reasoned to herself. “What the hell was I thinking with Kouichi? Nobody is ever going to be able to love me like Junpei. Nobody is ever going to be able to understand me like Junpei. Now that I think about it, the thing he said that pissed me off, the reason I elbowed him, it was completely true. He might know me better than I know myself. That’s just great, this guy who’s deeply in love with me, who I have a lot in common with, saves my life, and I repay him by elbowing him in the belly. I think I know a way to make it up to him.”
Izumi quietly dropped to the ground by Junpei’s right side. “He looks pretty cute when he’s asleep,” she thought, “like a big teddy bear.” She grabbed the zipper on his jumpsuit and slowly pulled it down. Underneath the blue and yellow uniform, he was wearing a white undershirt and white briefs. “Huh, he wears briefs? I’ll ask him why some other time.” Izumi began to carefully pull down Junpei’s briefs. She got her very first look at a normal penis. “It’s kind of small, but he was swimming in a cold stream several minutes ago. I’m betting that there was some shrinkage. It’s a problem, but I can handle it; I’ll make him grow.”
A sudden draft stirred Junpei from his slumber. Fortunately for him, he was still too tired to move. If he had moved, he would’ve scared off Izumi. He opened his eyes a crack and saw Izumi at his crotch, eyeing his exposed cock. “What is she doing?” Junpei asked himself. “Oh shit, I hope she understands the concept of shrinkage. My thing is shriveled to about an inch long.”
Izumi pulled Junpei’s briefs down a bit further, revealing his sack, which had also shriveled somewhat in the stream. “He needs some warmth,” Izumi said to herself. She lightly cupped his balls with her right hand and began petting his cock with her left hand.
Junpei quickly bit his lip to avoid moaning, and resealed his eyes to enjoy what would be the greatest yet most challenging experience of his short life. “Bit my lip and closed my eyes; take me away, Izumi,” Junpei thought to himself.
Izumi watched the head of Junpei’s penis come out of its shell as she continued to stroke it. He was up to about three inches, but she had a hunch that he could get much longer than that. Meanwhile, the sack in her right hand had loosened up and heated up. As tempting as it was, she made sure not to squeeze that area; she knew how tender it was. She decided that there was only one way to see how long he could really get. She stopped stroking his cock with her left hand and simply grabbed it. Then she moved her head down until her mouth was about a half an inch away from the head that stuck out from her left hand. She darted her tongue out, and it quickly touched the head of Junpei’s cock.
Junpei bit his lip hard enough to make himself bleed, but it was worth it. “I hope she doesn’t notice,” Junpei thought.
With a single tongue lash Junpei’s penis had grown in length by two inches, and it had grown in width by a quarter of an inch. “Now that’s more like it; he’s at about five inches now. That’s about how long Kouichi’s glowing red thing was, but I think I can get Junpei even longer. Maybe if I go after the base…” Izumi moved her left hand up until it was loosely around the head, and she began licking around the middle and bottom of Junpei’s cock. She also started to gently move her right hand in small circular motions, shifting his balls. She figured that if the circle motion worked for her, it might work for him. After about five minutes of this, Junpei had grown to his full six and a half inches. Izumi took her mouth off of the middle of it and slid her left hand back down. Just for reassurance, she opened her left hand up and took a look at Junpei’s maximum length. “Yeah, this is pretty nice,” she thought as she stared at Junpei’s engorged member, “but I better not forget why I’m doing this. I’m trying to make up for all of the mean things I’ve done and said to Junpei, but if I don’t finish him here, that would be really mean. I’m on a mission; I made my decision, eat a bath of cell construction.”
Junpei had found a new spot to bite down on. By sucking in his bottom lip as hard as he could, his teeth went as far down as possible, just above his chin. “This spot won’t bleed so easily,” he thought. Then he felt Izumi’s mouth surrounding the head of his cock; Junpei’s face was bleeding in two spots.
Izumi got the head in and went down another inch. She wanted a secure hold, but she didn’t want to come anywhere near gagging. She closed her lips tightly around Junpei’s cock, and she began to suck it. She kept her left hand wrapped around the base, and she continued to use her right hand to swirl his balls. This gave her another idea; she started to move her tongue in a circular motion on his head while she continued to suck.
Junpei was somehow able to hold out for almost a minute and a half while enduring excruciating pleasure. “Maybe I should warn her when I’m about to blow,” he considered halfway through, before remembering that she thought that he was asleep. “If she wants to taste my stuff, that’s fine by me. I know I want to eat what she’s got.” Junpei reached his climax. “It’s in my pole, no self-control. I’m blowing out seed which Izumi will glean.”
Izumi
felt five huge spurts of warm fluid hit the back of her throat, followed by at
least ten smaller spurts; she had to swallow fast. “With all of the chocolate bars that he eats,
I thought that stuff would be sweeter,” Izumi said to herself. “It wasn’t bad, though; it reminded me of the
clam sauce that I used to have on my linguine back in
Junpei couldn’t believe the night that he’d had. It had gone from being the worst night ever, to being the best night ever, to being mediocre, and then back to being the best night ever. Junpei appreciated the blowjob, but it paled in comparison to having Izumi’s pretty head on his tummy afterward. It was a real sign of love, enough to bring a contented smile to Junpei’s face. “Apology accepted, Izumi.”
Finally, the first completed sex act. Speaking of acts, if one were to divide this series into acts, this would be the end of the first act. After all, there’s some sense of closure after this one. Kouichi has been taken out. Tomoki has had things explained to him. Izumi has accepted Junpei’s love. Finally, they’ve all gone to sleep (Kouichi won’t be waking up). At the end of “The Saga Begins”, I mentioned the benefits of reading the stories in order. Unless you read that one, you didn’t get the reference to Junpei’s inside joke (“the family” will become a reoccurring theme) or the “layers of blubber”. At the end of “Trigger Happy”, I laid out the basics of describing Junpei’s body in proportion to my own. Everything on him is a little smaller than it is on me, except for the gut. In this story, I said that Junpei had a six and a half inch dick. I don’t mean to brag, but you can follow the logic. It’s kind of sad; I have a special tool without a use. Now that I’ve gotten all of the obvious questions out of the way, I’d love to read some questions, comments, or criticisms from some readers. You can email me at benjamin.wiseman@uconn.edu. Here’s the stuff from this story to remember for the next one:
Tomoki gets an overview of what sex is. When will the little guy have his first time? You won’t believe who he ends up with, but if you think about it, it might make sense. That will be part of another series, if I ever get to it.
Izumi gives Junpei some oral pleasure in this one. He’ll return the favor.
Izumi decides that she could love Junpei even if he stays fat, but he should lose some weight for himself. Now that’s a load of self-bullshit. Well, it’s half true; she’d love him more if he wasn’t so fat.
What are they going to do with Kouichi’s body? Will they just let it rot? Do bodies rot in the digital world?
Will Takuya, Kouji, and the digimon be where Junpei, Izumi, and Tomoki left them by the time they get back to the originally designated sleeping area?
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©2003 By Benjamin Wiseman