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Gundam Wing Hentai Side Story 2: After School Club	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gundam Wing Hentai

Side Story 2: After School
Club

Chapter 5: Zechs and the
Track Team

�� It was Monday, which meant that after school I had to meet
with the Track Team and one Zechs Merquise, one of
the few people at this school I just couldn�t figure out. He was a senior and
had been one of my Masters from freshman year. He had been so impressed with me
that he kept coming back for more. He said that he loved breaking me down into
little pieces, but fortunately wasn�t into the whole pain thing. He was
attractive with long, silver blonde hair and icy blue eyes and incredibly tall.
He was also Relena Dorlian�s half brother, but I
never blamed him for that. What I didn�t get about him was why, apparently, for
the last three years, he kept changing his name. My freshman year, he was being
called �Milliardo Peacecraft�,
�Peacecraft� happened to be Relena�s
mother�s maiden name and Milliardo was his birth name.
The year before that, he was calling himself �Wind�, why, I will never know.
This year, he was using his mother�s last name �Merquise�,
his real last name, and �Zechs� for some reason. Like I said, I�ll never figure
him out. Zechs is the captain of the track team and holds this states record
for both speed and distance. But, with those long legs and strong thighs, I�m
not surprised. I can also be quite fast when I want
to, but I can�t keep up my high speed for as long as him, nor am I as
competitive. Zechs could be demeaning, but he wasn�t abusive, so he had yet to
get on my �black list�, but he did have a flare for weird things, like now.

�� Sitting in front of the very sexy Zechs completely naked
with those intense icy eyes roaming over my body was bad enough, but then he
brought out the �paint�. I knew that Zechs was also in the art club, but I didn�t
realize how talented he was and was shocked when he had painted the track
uniform on my body, I had had to tuck my cock in between my legs to keep up the
illusion, but when he was finished, it looked like I was wearing clothes when I
was really completely naked.

�� It�s just a mixture of food dye, complicated edible oils,
and butter. It�s completely safe,� he had told me, licking his fingers clean. I
knew better than to ask why, knowing that the strange boy had gotten off of
painting my body, but I was further shocked when he ordered me to go through my
club duties as I was. But, an order is an order, so there I was, collecting
dirty towels and keeping the water cooler fresh completely naked and no one
noticed. The biggest problem with this was that it excited me, and with my dick
neatly tucked in between my legs, it quickly became quite frustrating, but it
also allowed me to rub at my erection with my thighs.

�� My problems were soon worsened when the grey clouds that
had been hanging in the sky finally let loose a light rain, barely anything,
really, but enough to start to wash away the paint on my skin. With a shudder,
I started to run. If I could make it to the locker room, I would be safe, but
as I ran, I caught the attention of several track team members. I couldn�t see
Zechs, but I was sure he was nearby, laughing at my predicament. I was used to
exposing myself for others, but the open track was not a classroom or bathroom
and I certainly didn�t want anyone seeing something they shouldn�t be seeing
out here. I ran along the fence until I was under the cover of some trees near
the locker room, but several boys were still loitering there in between their
races and I cried out as one of them caught my wrist. I swore as I realized
that I couldn�t worm my way out of this situation. An arm wrapped around my
waist, pinning me to a strong, clothed body, making me feel vulnerable in the
open air and my plain nakedness as most of the paint has dripped off of me. The
only bit of paint left was streaks around my collar bone and some of the black
paint that had become my �bloomers� covering my crotch and some of my butt,
leaving me mostly exposed and it was obvious that the only real clothes that I
was wearing were my socks and sneakers.

�� I looked at my captors and saw their uniforms and caps and
realized that these were not members of the track club, instead the three boys
were from the baseball club, but I recognized them a little and knew that I
wasn�t in trouble, yet, but I would be if someone saw me out here.

�� Please, let me go,� I begged, but I saw the raw need in
their eyes and knew that I would have no sympathy from them. I gasped as arms
hooked around my legs and they lifted me into the air, spreading my legs wide
and peering at my painted crotch and butt. The shortest of the them and the one
that didn�t have his hands full keeping me in the air, ran his fingers over my
painted ball, drawing in the buttery paint and licking it off his fingers.

�� Yummy,� he said, licking his thin lips, spreading my ass
cheeks and thrusting his fingers inside of me. I cried out, but bit it off,
remembering that I was still out in the open and if I made too much noise,
someone was going to come looking. So, I gritted my teeth as the short boy
fucked me with his fingers, my cock hard against my stomach, having been freed
from its prison between my legs. The boy slid his fingers out and gave my cock
one delightful pump, his other hand slid under my ass and pulled the zipper
down on the boy behind me who was holding my waist and right leg. His cock
sprang forth and slid against my slick ass. The short boy gripped it and helped
angle it to my entrance. As he thrust inside of me, it took all of my self
control not to scream in pleasure. His cock was thick, but the paint helped to
make things slick and easy for both of us, eliminating most of the pain and let
me just feel his heat and hardness. He thrust in and out of my ass and I
clenched down on him, my body betraying me by being aroused in such a dangerous
position.

�� It was pure torture, feeling that incredible pleasure
building inside of me, but unable to cry out or make much noise. When he came
inside of me, it was something of a relief. His cum dripped out of my held
body, mixing with the fading paint, and dripped onto the ground.

�� Somehow, I managed to get to the locker room more or less
unscathed and unfound, though my ass was plenty aching and I was feeling a bit
sticky and my soaked braid was sticking to my naked skin. Zechs was waiting for
me with a towel and, thankfully, a real uniform.

�� Just in time,� he said with an evil smile, his eyes
roaming over my body which was flushed and covered in cum.

�� Dry yourself off and put this on,� he said, handing me the
clothes and towel. I made quick work, wiping off the running paint and what I
could of the semen, drying my long hair, though I kept it in the braid. That
was the one thing I would not do for my Masters and everyone knew it. My hair
was something special to me, a show of control and independence. It said that,
though my body had been owned by countless men time and time again, my soul was
mine to give. I had vowed a long time ago that the day that I gave myself fully
to Heero would also be the day I let my hair down from my braid. My cock had
already been hard and it made it worse when I had to wash off the paint on it
with my hand. The one thing that I could say about Zechs was that he never let
me hanging. Some of my Masters didn�t really care if I came or not and others
liked to watch me suffer, but Zechs wasn�t like that. I think that he liked to
watch me orgasm. I could understand that, watching someone as they achieved the
ultimate pleasure.

�� Ten minutes later I kneeled in front of the track team,
still smelling like sex, but nearly clean, in a white t-shirt and a pair of
black summer bloomers. Zechs stood in front of me and pressed my head against the
bulge in his shorts.

�� Go ahead,� he ordered, his voice deep and thick with
desire. I grabbed the hem of his shorts and tugged them off of him. His cock
was just as impressive as the rest of him, thick and drooling. I took the whole
thing into my mouth, my nose nestled in his silvery curls, pulling it out and
lapping at the head. I loved his taste and it was strong on my tongue. His cock
was slippery with precum and my saliva. I knew what
he liked and licked a trail back down his cock, accentuating my movements with
little nips that drove him wild, sucking one of his balls into my mouth and
popping it back out until I had reached his little puckered entrance. I gladly
lapped at it and slipped just the tip of my tongue in. Not many guys would let
me anywhere near there, preferring me to be the one tortured in that spot, but
Zechs knew how sensitive that place was and loved for me to touch him there, I just was only allowed to use my tongue. I moved back up to
the head of his cock. He was uncut and I drew his foreskin down over him, reveling
in his moans as I touched him and slid my mouth back over him. My own cock
tenting my shorts, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, running my lips
and tongue over every glorious inch. I felt his hand tug at the crotch of my
bloomers and I slipped off of him, staring as he produced a pair of scissors
from who knows where.

�� What are you doing?� I asked, panicked. I trusted Zechs
not to hurt me, but no man in the world would be calm if they saw someone wielding
something sharp and pointy in that area.

�� Don�t move,� he warmed, cutting a hole above my asshole in
the material, then let the bloomers fall back on my skin, but now with a
perfect view and entry point. My face became flamed as he reached down and
spread my entrance with his fingers, letting the others get a good look at my
insides.

�� You�re so hard,� he murmured in my ear, rubbing his hand
over the hardness in my bloomers. I whimpered as his rubbing became harder and
harder and a wet spot began to form on the cloth.

�� Please, fuck me,� I begged.
Zechs nodded and I turned around, presenting him with my ass. He wrapped his
arms around my stomach and tucked my ass into his lap, his legs on either side
of me, pressed against me to keep me still. I cried out as his huge cock
started to penetrate me. He gave me no time to adjust, he liked to keep me on
edge and he did it perfectly, his thrusts slow, then hard and fast, then slow
again, so light, but still stretching me, rubbing me. My head was grabbed and
another boy used my mouth. I happily sucked on him, glad for a focus point, but
Zechs wouldn�t allow me a single ounce of control, wrapping his hand around my
swollen dick and pumping it to the movements of his hips. He struck at my
prostrate at random moments, making me jerk against him and squirm, wanting to
feel that incredible pleasure again and again, but he refused to bow to my
needs. He would only please me at his discretion.

�� The boy in my mouth came and left quickly, another taking
his place, barely giving me enough time to swallow. Zechs pulled me back fully
into his lap, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms behind me, using them as
leverage to fuck me even harder and faster. The other boy climaxed hard and I
almost choked as at that moment Zechs hit my sweet spot again. I gulped
desperately, but some of the thick cum dripped out of my mouth. Zechs moved,
forcing me onto hands and knees, grabbing my hips and rutting into me until he
came explosively, filling my ass with his sweet semen. I cried out, loving that
feeling of sudden hotness. He waited until every drop was in me before pulling
out, his hand on my cock, squeezing tightly and suddenly pumping hard until I
came.

�� I slumped to the ground, panting, my cum cooling on my
stomach, but I didn�t care. My body sang and my nerves tingled with completion.
I felt guilty that I hadn�t lasted longer, but I blamed Zechs for that, but I
saw that the others had gotten off by my performance, so I didn�t feel bad. I
watched as they left for the showers, but Zechs stayed. My eyes, half lidded
with that lethargic sleepiness I always got after climaxing, watched as he took
two water bottles from his bag and approached me.

�� Time to clean you,� he said, pulling me into his lap again
so that my back was to his chest. He lifted my legs up so he could have access
to my ass.

�� Ready?�

�� I nodded, but gasped anyway when he inserted the nozzle of
the first bottle into me and squeezed. Cool water filled me, then
trickled back down, out of me, soaking the tiled floor with water and cum.

�� Zechs, you coming?� someone called.

�� Just a minute, almost done,� he said, inserting the next
bottle. He was always good about making sure that my insides were clean. My
cock gave a feeble twitch as more water rushed inside, then back out. Zechs
waited until my legs stopped shaking before helping me to my feet and to the
shower.

�� Thank you,� I murmured sleepily.

End Chapter 5

Damn, I might finish this fic before the week is out. Just three more chapters ^^
- 4
- 5
- 6
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