Stubby

Dislcaimer: I don\'t own Gundam Wing, Bandai and Sunrise does. I do not make any money off of these stories, if I did, I wouldn\'t have nearly the debt that I\'m wallowing in right now! The experince is mine though, so I will accept pity. I like that!

It’s been years since it happened. Yeah, I know I
shouldn’t be able to remember something this trivial
this long after the fact, but I do. It wasn’t
something spectacularly important, but it’s stuck with
me.

Back then, I was sure that it was my weight that
hindered our sexual exploits. People always told me
that I wasn’t fat, but at seventeen it’s hard to
believe your parents when they tell you you’re thin
and beautiful. Hell, it’s hard to believe anyone when
they say that to you. Do you know that it’s something
like seventy percent of teenage girls that have an eating
disorder? Well, I was one of the majority on this
one.

Sure, I’d already risked my life a few times. I had
piloted a mobile suit for the specials, defected and
almost got myself killed trying to get information to
my…well the best way to say it is to my ex. He’s not
my boyfriend anymore, but he wasn’t my boyfriend then,
either. It wasn’t until after that whole fucking mess
that we got together. And well, this story is about
him.

So I dated one of the Gundam pilots. It’s not that
big of a deal. They are all normal human beings.
Really normal, with the normal problems and
everything. Truly, I’m not sure what drew me to him
back then, but I thought he was a God. Well he was
the self-proclaimed God of Death, but in reality he
was a man. A man with problems. And I’m talking
about the normal physical human problems, not the
I’m-a-fucked-up-kid-from-the-streets-who-fought-and-won-two-wars
psychological problems.

Well, we did have a lot in common, for teenage
standards anyway. We had the same taste in music,
came from the same colony, and both fought in the
wars. Besides, he liked my cooking and had his own
apartment. It was puppy love. And he could drive, a
big plus. Basically, he was one of the cool kids.
Getting invited to all the best par; tr; true, he was
cooler than most with the post-war celebrity stuff,
and I got to ride on his coat-tails. So I figured I
owed him something in return.

He was gentle our first time, well my first time; he’d
been with people before. I knew he swung both ways
and it didn’t bother me a bit. But back to losing my
virginity…well, he was gentle, but it hurt. It always
hurts when the guy falls out and tries to screw your
asshole. Whatever you do, don’t let them talk you
into doggy style before you learn the subtle nuances
of sex; that will always turn out bad. But I was
naive, you can’t blame me. Now I know better.

But the first time is something that no one ever
forgets, although there are some days that I wish I
could. My lovers since have, for lack of a better
word, been better.

Don’t ever let the old saying fool you: size does
matter. It matters a lot! Especially if you want to
experience things in more exotic locations. I don’t
think I could have ever fucked Duo in the back of a
car. It just wouldn’t have worked. Bathroom stalls
were definitely out of the question. We couldn’t even
do it in the shower.

The shower. That’s where it started. It was one of
his whims. He needed a shower after a long day in the
scrap yard, and I was over at his place, so he
suggested I join him with that lecherous look in his
eyes. So I did.

It wasn’t that the tub wasn’t big enough. We easily
fit two people in there. But we were of comparable
height, so face-to-face wasn’t an option. There was
no way I could bend enough to do it doggy style,
especially if I wanted to be alive afterwards. And it
was way too awkward to have me stand on the sides of
the bathtub. Hell, he even tried to get me to ride
him, but that was a little cramped.

We tried every position that was in his arsenal, but
it just didn’t quite fit. As I said earlier, I
thought it was because I was too fat. He did manage
to slip it in once, briefly, but when he attempted to
thrust, it slipped out.

We did stay under the spray for a little while after
that, but needless to say, after we got out I was
extremely frustrated and wanted him to fuck me, and I
mean really fuck me.

I followed his towel clad form into his bedroom and
watched him get dressed, sprawled across his bed.
Eventually he finished, and flopped out next to me,
rolling until I was on top of him, straddling his
hips.

Like I said before, I wanted to be fucked, bad. They
say most girls are insatiable right after you pop
their cherry, and I was no exception. But all he
could say was he was tired. Yes, tired.

“Why?” I asked, coyly bouncing on his lap a little.

“Ooooh...do that again.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re tired.”

“Cause I got some place warm and fuzzy,” he replied,
grabbing my crotch. Needless to say, we weren’t
together long after that.

I moved on and felt what it was like to have a real
man. Yes, I said a real man. Trust me Gundam pilot
02 isn’t a real man. At four inches, erect, well
that’s the size of a child’s. And I finally had an
orgasm during sex, but don’t tell him I said that.

Last I heard, he was living with pilot 01. I hope his
ass is better then his dick, or Heero will be sorely
disappointed. At least he can give someone some
pleasure, at least with something other then his
mouth. But, I’m not bitter or anything; can’t you
tell?

Oh, and if you see him, tell stubby I said “hi!”