Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Hentai ❯ Lingerie ( Chapter 26 )

Gundam Wing Hentai

Chapter 26: Lingerie

 

Pairings: 4x2, 1x2, 3x2, 5x2, 6x2, 13x2, Rashidx2

Warnings: Cross dressing (because I love my Duo in a skirt ^^), sex in a public place, PWP, AU, OOC, multiple penetrations.

Summary: Quatre finds a pair of panties left in the Laundromat but isn't ready to relinquish them when the owner shows up.

 

My mother once told me that every day was like a new door that opened when you woke up each morning. Each day had its new paths and you never knew what was going to happen. Well, she was right.

That day was like any other day. Despite being born into a rich family, I hate being stifled by my father and the high society that follows our family around like slavering dogs. I take every chance I have to do things that normal people do. Like going to this Laundromat, for example. When my father had discovered my little hobby, he had been furious. True, we have maids to take care of our clothing, but I like taking care of my own things. That day had been a Thursday. Usually, I do my laundry on Friday so I would have more to do, but that week I had already worn my favorite shirt and I wanted to use it for when I went clubbing Friday night. That was another thing that angered my father. I'm gay. I was always on the lookout for the perfect guy; sweet, beautiful, and drop dead sexy. I didn't care about what my father thought about my sexuality, I was twenty two and old enough to make my own decisions.

The Laundromat was fairly small and few people used it on Thursdays, but when I opened up the dryer lid that I usually used, there was already an article of clothing in there. The cycle had finished and there was no one in the place. None of the other machines had anything in them. Clearly the person had forgotten whatever was in there. I picked up the purple clothing with tentative fingers. It was a lacey thong. I felt my face grow hot. Yes, I was gay and these were clearly woman's underwear, but I had a secret fetish for panties like these. It was hard to find a guy who would be willing to wear stuff like this. I examined the thong. The color was glaring and obvious and incredibly sexual. The panties were well worn and I started to sweat when I saw a few holes in the crotch. Holes that could only exist through excessive masturbation. I imagined a young man wearing those panties, rubbing at his stiff cock roughly and felt my own cock swell in my pants. I brought the thong to my face and smelled it. Despite being warm and clean from the dryer, I could still smell the owner's scent. It was an oddly thick and musky smell for a woman, but still sweet. The woman who wore these was probably young, maybe a student. I barely heard the sound of the door closing.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!” A voice snapped at me. I froze, the underwear dangling from my fingertips. I had been caught. I turned to face my accuser. I don't know how I knew, but from a glance I knew that this person was the owner of the underwear. It was guy. I felt like panting as my eyes traveled over his body. A normal person would have considered the person female, but I knew a guy when I saw one. He was a little bit shorter than me with a long, chestnut braid. His eyes were the color of the thong I was holding. He was wearing a top that was both low on top and high on the bottom, showing me pale, perfect skin. The top had a small ribbon drawing it closed on top and he was wearing the sort of green, pleated skirt that catholic girls might wear. I could feel my mouth watering. His legs were the kind that seemed to never end and they were hairless. A cross dresser and a gorgeous one at that. He stared at the underwear in my hand with a glare.

“What are you doing with those?” He accused, “You pervert, were you going to steal them?! You were going to jerk off with them, weren't you?!” Despite the truth of his words, I smirked. He went to grab the underwear back and I switched positions with him, playing keep away with my back to the door and his back to the dryer. I wondered what those pale legs would feel like wrapped around me… I drew the curtain closed around the windows. At this time of day, it was unlikely anyone else would be using this tiny Laundromat. I dangled the underwear just out of his reach.

“Give them back!” He demanded, but I had the upper hand.

“I'll give them back,” I informed him, “But you have to do a few things for me first.” He glared at me, but I saw that he was desperate. I realized then that these must be a favored pair for him. His face was flushed with having run all the way over here and he was putting up a lot of effort for a thong.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked defeated. My smirk grew.

“I want you to put them on.”

He balked.

“If you don't,” I teased, “I guess me and these panties will be having an intimate time tonight.”

He narrowed his pretty eyes at me and I knew that I had him. He reached under his skirt and pulled off the pair of underwear that he was currently wearing. The garment was annoyingly plain; a pair of white cotton panties that could be bought in a twelve pack in any surplus store. The purple thong suited him much better. With a closed off look, he slipped the thong on. He gasped as I grabbed his hips and lifted him onto the dryer. I spread his legs. He struggled against me. I narrowed my eyes at him and slapped his thigh which made him gasp again. I wondered how many times I could wring that sound out of him.

“If you don't do what I want, I'll just rip those panties off of you and you'll have to walk home without anything under here,” I tugged at his skirt. His face turned beet red and he spread his legs. The sight was so wanton, I almost wanted to finish things right then. I pulled up his skirt. The sight of his crotch barely covered with the brightly colored thong was wonderful. The curves of his balls and dick stretched out the delicate material. He noticed my scrutiny and his blush grew, his cock twitched and started to become hard. It looked like I wasn't the only one desperate for it for all of the protesting he had done. I leaned down and licked his cock from the base to the head through the underwear. He cried out, his hips bucked and his bulge was pressed against my lips. I didn't mind at all. I could taste him through the cloth as I continued to lick. He was sweet and bitter at the same time. My saliva and his precum wet the thong. His cock grew and the head peaked out of the top of the underwear. It looked so plump and delicious, I wrapped my lips around his head and rubbed my tongue against his slit. He hissed and tried to grab at my hair, but I forced his hands back to his sides. I was in control here. I moved my tongue back down the thong and sucked hard on one of his balls. He cried out again, squirming on the dryer.

“Ah! That feels so good!” He cried. My hand crept under his scandalous top and pinched at a petal soft nipple. He thrust himself against me in response.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered him. He complied, rubbing his own nipples. It was an erotic sight, him crying and writhing against me as I sucked on his balls and he pleasured himself. I slid the cloth from my mouth and gripped one of the slim strapped that wrapped around his waist. I tugged, rubbing the silky cloth against his twitching erection. He started to pant and tried to rub up against me. I smirked at the sight. I gave him no warning as I ripped the thong off of him.

“Hey!” He cried, “You said you wouldn't!”

“I lied,” I growled as I pushed my nose against his chestnut pubic hair, smelling him. He smelled like his underwear, “I'll buy you another pair, but either way, you're not getting away now.” I lowered the zipper on my slacks. My cock was wet with precum. It would have to do. I lifted his legs up to his stomach, exposing him completely. His hole was twitching in anticipation and I pressed my head against it. He gritted his teeth as I stretched him wide and slid in. I stopped halfway and he panted.

“Please!” He begged. He was so hot, inside and out. I deposited some quarters into the dryer and turned it on. He screamed in pleasure as the vibrations from the dryer ran up my cock and into his ass and I thrust all the way in, hitting his pleasure button the first time. I thought that he was going to cum right then as his whole body jerked and he thrust back down on my length. We were like two cats in heat trying to get more and more out of each other. I thrust deeply into him, enjoying the feel of his walls clenching my rod. His opening spasmed against my base as I fed myself into his channel up to my balls. The Laundromat was filled with the sound of my testicles slapping him and the hum of the dryer. I lifted him up onto my lap and moved him up and down on me. He was so into it, he let me take control, letting me use him like my own personal doll. He flung his head back and screamed as he came all over my blue shirt. I didn't mind. In fact, I planned to go home like this. Let father chew on that for awhile. I pressed my nose against his neck and with three last animal thrusts, my cum shot inside of him. We collapsed onto the dryer, completely exhausted and panting, but neither of us attempted to move off of each other.

 

When we finally collected himself, I gave him change for the subway for his trouble and kept the useless scrap of underwear. I would use it later that night to masturbate and think of him. I refused to let him wipe off my cum. Just thought of him riding the subway with my juices sliding down his legs and no underwear made me hard again. Whatever happened to us, you might ask? Well, I stalked him for weeks until he finally caved and let me date him. Hey, its how my father got my mother.

 

 

 

 

 

Duo had been unable to label this day as `bad' or `good' as of yet. Bad: He hadn't been laid in almost four months and this morning he had been incredibly horny. He had tried to find what he called `his masturbation panties' only to realize that they needed to be washed. The satin, purple thong was wonderful against his skin and he always wore it when he jacked off. It was more an emotional attachment than anything else. Those panties were the first `feminine' clothes he had ever worn and he had had his first climax in them. Yes, Duo liked to wear to wear women's clothing. He didn't see anything wrong with it; he just liked to wear skirts just as much as jeans. He also didn't care what other people thought so he wasn't a closet cross dresser. He had taken his laundry to the Laundromat and had been in such a hurry he had forgotten the thong. When he had gone back to claim them, some blonde dick had them and wouldn't give them back. Then, he had made him do whatever he wanted, but still ended up ripping the underwear! To make things worse, the blonde had taken his white panties as well and had forbade him from cleaning up the semen that was now tracking down Duo's legs as he stood in the train, completely naked under his pleated skirt. Good: After nearly four months, he had had the best sex he had ever had. So, he decided to wait until the end of the day to label it good or bad.

It was weird standing on the train with no underwear and feeling semen pooling and dripping in his ass. Fortunately, if he kept his legs together, it wasn't noticeable, but if he tried to wipe it up, it would be. He felt the other men's eyes on him and realized that through his skirt it was probably a bit noticeable that he had nothing on and that he smelled like sex. It was after noon, so the train wasn't too crowded. There were only six other men there, a Japanese brunette with blue eyes, a very tall boy with light brown hair and green eyes, a Chinese boy with black hair and dark brown eyes, two English men, one with ginger hair and dark blue eyes and the other with long white-blonde hair and light blue eyes, and a very tall, very large and imposing looking Arab with dark brown hair and eyes. Each of them was staring at him intently. Duo squirmed. He couldn't wait to go home, wash up, and fantasize about what had happened with the blonde. Still, their eyes disturbed him. There was no way that they could know about his nakedness, right? Suddenly, the train jerked to a stop and Duo was flung into the Japanese boy. He felt the boy's hand on his butt before Duo moved away with an apology.

Heero smirked. So the boy wasn't wearing any underwear!

“He isn't wearing any underwear!” Heero called out to the rest of the men. Their stares turned lecherous. Duo paled. He couldn't believe the blue eyed boy had actually yelled that out!

“No, I am, really!” Duo lied, protesting. He backed away to the open door. He had to get out of here, but his apartment was too far away to walk.

“Don't look at me like that!” Duo yelled. All of a sudden, the door closed on the back of his skirt and the train jerked as it left the station. Duo was flung forward and his skirt tore off of him. Duo yelled, trying to cover himself, but still ended up giving the men a very good view of his crotch and semen dripping ass. They all seemed to lick their lips at the same time.

“He looks like a porn star,” Wufei told Treize. Treize nodded in agreement.

`What should I do?' Duo thought. Suddenly, the men crowded him, pushing him against the window. They rubbed their bodies against him.

“Stop it!” Duo yelled as they rubbed his hands against him, pushing up his shirt to pinch at his nipples. Trowa gripped his swelling cock, pumping it lazily. Treize shoved two fingers into Duo's slick, still stretched passage.

“My, my, someone's had a busy morning!”

Heero stroked his fingers against Duo's balls. Duo fell to his knees as he felt hands rubbing at his ass, back, and chest.

“Stop,” he moaned weekly. His cock pulsed hard against his stomach. His body was still sensitive after what had happened with the blonde. He couldn't believe that this was happening twice in one day! He was pressed against Rashid's chest, back to chest and he felt the much bigger man press his dick into him. Duo screamed as he felt himself being split in two by the eleven inch cock. The man was enormous. Trowa took this chance to shove himself into Duo's open mouth, giving the boy no other choice but to suck on him. Zechs smirked as he saw the boy's lips working around Trowa's dick. He pressed next to Trowa and thrust into the moist mouth as well. With Trowa's cock there, it was incredibly tight. Heero took a page from Zechs' book and used his fingers to stretch Duo out more. He pressed his chest to Duo's and slid in. Duo cried out around the two penises. He felt like he was going crazy! He was being fucked from both ends by four people. He felt Wufei licking at his dick and Treize worked his balls. The two of them moved his free hands to their own cocks and forced him to bring them off. They ejaculated onto his back, but continued to lick and suck at him. Trowa groaned as he felt Duo's moans stimulating him and he came deep into his throat. He pulled out, leaving Zechs to fuck him as he wanted. Zechs gripped at Duo's hair and shoved himself into his throat. Duo gagged as he felt Zechs erupt, his bitter seed joining Trowa's and sliding down him. Duo screamed as he felt the two large dicks in his ass fuck him and pull him each way. They rubbed against each other inside of him, both thrusting into his prostate. He was too overwhelmed and he came against his stomach. Rashid gripped his hips as he moved the smaller boy up and down on his length. Heero tried to follow and came as the boy's incredibly tight ass clenched him. Rashid felt Heero's cum on his own dick and followed quickly. Duo groaned as they withdrew. Cum dripped out of his ass and mouth, heavy on his back and stomach. He lay on the ground, feeling his vision gray and the men loomed over him for another round. Fuck good days and bad days, he just wanted to get home!

He felt Trowa and Treize slide into his overly stretched hole and the head of Wufei's cock poked him in the lips. Rashid, Heero, and Zechs rubbed the tip of their cocks against his genitals and nipples, making his erection grow again despite his exhaustion.

`Oh, why not?' Duo thought wearily as he opened his mouth to grant access to Wufei's plump treat.

 

 

End