Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ After School Club ❯ Zechs and the Track Team ( Chapter 5 )

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