Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hooking The Shot ❯ William ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Manga-Chick 
Aussie adventure!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 252 | Status: Completed
Aussie adventure!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 252 | Status: Completed
Contains Original Fictional Characters from Pull Up For The J!, Out Of Character charas (mainly Trowa and Quatre), male on male action (in some cases, male on male with female, and male on male on male) and lots and tons of sexual activities!! And obscenely bad porno plots...
(Laughs insanely: then blushes)
With no regard to story’s timeline and current events! It’s a sort of...alternate fic...or...something...never mind...
: : William : :
Max sighed in an embarrassed way.
Looking down at himself, he observed the straps belonging to the adjustable angel wings that he had clinging to his back, and the somewhat awkward toga that just barely covered his ass and privates.
It was fashioned in a way that it crossed over one shoulder, dripped just below his left nipple, and dangled around his ribs. The hem fluttered rather provocatively around his upper thighs, causing him utter self-consciousness as he pulled at it. He was barefoot, his hair styled loosely, and he was armed with a saber that the senior director of the play had insisted he have. It was fake, of course, consisting only of tinfoil, cardboard, and, curiously, a real steel sheath. It was slightly heavy, and clung to his waist with a loose belt that only drew attention to his crotch area.
He adjusted the cloth, and looked helplessly around him. He’d gotten lost after changing into his costume for a theater production, and had no idea how he wound up at the gym. He was certain people were going to laugh at him for dressing in this manner, and wanted to find the theater as soon as possible. His tanned skin was smooth and almost ethereal as he walked, helplessly, up to the basketball courts of the gym. He knew that there were some people there that could point him in the right direction of the theater, so he was just going to try it out.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the gym, his face burning with embarrassment. Practice was over, and the only people really playing were William, the Australian love-hunk that had all the girls in the school oozing over his accent, Triton Bloom, and Quatre Winner. The three boys were playing a game of Horse, and were too busy taunting each other over various things. They didn’t see him, so Max wasn’t going to draw their attention by yelling at them. He just hoped that one dude noticed him, and he could ask his question and leave quickly before anything else could occur.
Then, the three lost focus in Horse, and began a strenuous game of one on one on one. While they were horseplaying, Max fiddled with his saber, nervously trying to attract attention while NOT attracting attention. At one point of the game, William made a spectacular three point shot that shouldn’t have made it, and stumbled over his shoe. Triton and Quatre were too busy trying to rebound, and didn’t see the Aussie trip onto the floor–at Max’s feet.
When the Aussie looked up at the suddenly strange appearance of Max Sheridan in costume, he promptly lost all sense of reality. There were the usual petals and bubbles that assaulted him, but it was as if an angel had landed, and...wasn’t wearing any underwear...
Quickly, as to not lose any sense of manliness that a straight might have, William shifted to tie his shoes, something to keep him straight and from thinking any naughty homosexual things...
Max blushed, holding onto his saber tightly.
“Uh...I got lost,” he said nervously, crossing his legs in a sensual manner.
William’s mouth had dropped open, shoelaces forgotten, and he couldn’t believe he was looking at a guy in the same manner as he would with a girl. A GUY! He was perfectly straight, thank you. But Max’s looks and the current way he was dressed simply destroyed any other sane thought he would have!
“Can you tell me how to get back to the theater?” Max asked him helplessly, looking encouragingly lovely and vulnerable.
“Uh...well...go back out the way you came, take a right, and hit the door on the left of the main school entrance,” William said, frowning as he tilted his head. Max was a very light color down there. Such springy curls...such perfection...
“Why...why aren’t you wearing underwear?” he asked faintly, though he wasn’t complaining.
“GAH! Pervert!” Max cried in embarrassment, tugging down his toga, and rapping William on the head with the saber. He took off before the other two boys could see him, William’s head ringing with a resounding noise.
At the somewhat hollow sound, Quatre looked over from rebounding, and saw William laid out on the floor, in a daze. Unsure of how that happened, he laughed, walking over as Triton proceeded to slam dunk the ball with a joyous noise.
Looking down at the Aussie, whose eyes were whirling in a dazed manner, Quatre bent at the knees, poking at his cheek. “Hey, what the hell happened to you?”
William blinked out of his daze, looking up at the laughing face above him. Wow...he’d never noticed how beautiful Quatre Winner was. Those eyes...those lips...that hair...that body...no wonder Trowa threw such a fit whenever someone touched the guy. His skin, alabaster skin that was smooth and slick with sweat, smelling male and healthy, screamed for him to touch. Such perfection...such beauty...why the hell hadn’t he ever noticed how utterly lovely the blond was? And here, all this time, he’d been so preoccupied with girls, and he was missing out on something truly wonderful. He had to remedy this.
He reached up, grabbing a hold of Quatre’s shirt, and pulled the blond on top of him for a very heated kiss. Quatre gave a strangled, startled sound as he found himself on top of William, the straight kissing him with an intensity that was scary. He struggled to get up, but William simply wrapped his arms around his waist, propping him against his body.
Strangely, the kiss was very arousing, filled with intensity and an eagerness that Quatre found interesting. While William emitted waves of testosterone, it was obvious he needed instruction in man to man loving. After days of being the uke, Quatre was quite determined to become the seme. If William was so damn curious in this aspect, then Quatre was going to teach him what it meant to be with a man.
He returned the kiss with a sort of dominating frenzy that had William whimpering with need, savagely sucking on his tongue and licking his teeth. This boy needed instruction, and Quatre was going to be the one to teach him.
At William’s submissive acquiescement, Quatre adjusted himself over the boy, nudging his legs apart and taking possession of his neck, leaving behind small red marks as he got into this position. William clung onto his back, tilting his head so that Quatre had better access to him. Things got even heavier when Quatre felt daring enough to slip his hand underneath his shirt, touching his hot skin.
Of course, while this was all happening, Triton was still shooting, having no idea of what was going on. When he finally looked over, seeing the two boys on the floor, *playing* with each other, his mouth dropped open and the ball rolled away, forgotten.
He had NOT known William was into guys...the Aussie had been with so many girls, that he’d never given it a second thought that he’d be interested in a guy...and yet, there he was, underneath Quatre Winner, and looking so...delicious in that position. Both of them did!
He ached to jump in and join in on the action, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. They looked so happy and hot, running their hands all over each other, panting and kissing...
Just as things got interesting, through, Ramos marched out from the back office, and noticed the proceedings with an interested expression. Frowning, he tsked-tsked, and walked over. Using his foot to separate the two boys, he said, “This isn’t exceptional. This is public property, and you both are underage. Frankly, everyone here can get arrested. Do you all want that?”
He nodded at the chorus of “No’s”.
“Good. Meet me at my house around nine-ish...and bring those horny attitudes with you. I’ve got video cameras and plenty of bed space. Got it?”
That night, Quatre was frantically trying to think of an excuse in which he could use to break away from Trowa. Trowa was grumbling over the dinner he’d prepared–Snickers bar and a bottle of Pepsi, the goth’s favorite mixture–and Quatre was continually thinking of initiating William into the fantastical world of homosexual sex. He wanted to break in the Aussie, in a purely needy way.
When he finally realized what (whom) he could use, he gave Trowa the excuse that he was feeling rather sickly, and excused himself for the bathroom. But he made his way into Felicia’s room, not bothering to knock or anything. He screamed in surprise, as well as Felicia and Max.
“GAH! KNOCK, DAMN YOU!” Felicia screamed from underneath her sweaty boyfriend, of whom was trying to cover her with both his body and her sheets. It was rather obvious what they were doing.
“Sorry! Sorry! I just–I just need a favor!” Quatre begged, trying not to look at Max so close.
“What kind of favor can’t wait until after we’re finished?” Max cried in exasperation, pulling the sheets up to cover his ass.
“I need to go out! But...Trowa...” He trailed off helplessly, shrugging. The two on the bed looked at each other with a frown, and Quatre shifted from foot to foot, looking at them with a pleading expression. He fell beside the bed, hands together. “PUHLEASE! Please, please, please!”
“What’s our reward?” Felicia asked coyly.
“Uh...benefits reaped from...uh...I’ll give you a videotape?”
Max looked at Felicia, who looked back at him. The pair communicated via telepathy, then nodded.
“Fine,” Max said, frowning at him. “As long as we get the videotape of whatever you’re making with whomever. And we, AT LEAST, get five percent.”
“What about three percent?”
“How about fifty?” Felicia growled, using her Kegals to remind Max what the hell they were doing before Quatre’s interruption.
“Ten, then,” Max finalized, wincing.
“Whatever! Ten! Five! Whatever! Just...PUHLEASE! I have to be out of here by eight-thirty in order to make it to...uh...the guy’s house.”
“Fine, fine,” Max said with a sigh. “After we’re finished, we’ll meet you at your room.”
“Great! Thanks!” Quatre said, running out the door with a joyous shout.
Felicia glared at Max ferociously, drumming her fingers along his arm. “You’d better make it good, sucka.”
Around nine, the two showed up at Trowa’s and Quatre’s room, looking frantically exhausted. Quatre answered the door, and tried not to be pissed that they were a half hour late. Inviting them inside, he watched as Trowa eyed them suspiciously. Felicia was carrying a boombox, which she immediately turned on, Al Green’s smooth voice crooning from the speakers. Trowa was helpless against the onslaught as Max sighed tiredly, then perked up to start his strip-dancing. Felicia gave Quatre a thumbs-up, and scooted him out the door, grumbling that she was going to be present for this one.
Quatre scuttled out the door and ran down the hall with another joyous laugh. William’s ass was his!
Ramos’ house was an ordinary black and white one story, and was already fitted with the materials he needed to make a tape. His master bedroom was an array of drapes, lighting, and some questionable gallons of lube. All three boys were there, and Ramos was just finishing setting up his master, state of the arts video camera, which was pointed and focused on the king sized bed nearby. It was conveniently fitted with a couple of pillows and a single bed sheet–to prevent any messes from staining the mattress–and was very inviting.
Even though he was rarin’ to go, this set-up made him extremely nervous. How was it going to be like, performing in front of a camera? Trowa hadn’t known his demise with Une...and Quatre stared at the camera with a look of uncertainty. What if he froze? What if he...(gasp) couldn’t perform?
“Just pretend it isn’t here,” Ramos instructed him, noticing the look. “I’ll turn down the lights, and you just act normally in the bedroom.”
“Er,” William piped up, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m sure Winner here can instruct you. Well, boys? Go at it...”
“Who gets to go, first?” Triton asked, eagerly rubbing his hands as he grinned at the two boys that were eyeing each other hungrily.
“Uh...just...do what comes naturally,” Ramos said, adjusting the lens. He adjusted his shirt (he hadn’t changed out of his work clothes, yet, just as excited as the boys) and gestured randomly at the bed.
Quatre turned to William, and leaned over to give a tentative kiss, finding that the Aussie’s mouth was a little stiff and trembling just slightly, obviously nervous about the entire thing. Finding it a turn-on, Quatre pressed into the kiss, melding his lips just so against the other boy’s, and taking control. Reaching out to hold onto his waist, he forgot about the camera and used his tongue to pry open the pliable mouth available to him. William responded with a soft sound, moving into the kiss, his tongue meeting the other’s. his hands reached out to settle onto Quatre’s hips, his fingers kneading into the firmness he felt there.
Growing more confident with this, Quatre opened his mouth wide, practically devouring the poor, uninitiated boy, who had to lean back in order to keep himself steady. Quatre used this momentum to push William onto the bed, immediately crawling over him to continue his mouthing ministrations. William stiffened under the assault, jolted by the fall, but complied to the blond’s demands as the camera continued to roll. Moving down from William’s lips, Quatre licked at his neck, tasting the warming skin with a hungered noise. He continued moving down, then, in frustration, lifted the boy’s shirt up and off of him. He touched warmed, shivering flesh, his fingers tracing over his ribs. William moaned softly, reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, unsure of how to behave with a man. He was feeling quite good with Quatre taking control over him, his flesh warming and reacting to the ministrations of Quatre’s kisses on his body. He lifted his hips in a primal manner, Quatre reacting to the movement by reaching down between them, searching out his erection with one hand. Finding William’s meager penis, he began stroking it outside his pants, his fingers testing the width and length of which he found. William moaned again, lifting his hips insistently into the grope. With a slight sound of frustration, Quatre lifted his lips from his tanned chest, and practically ripped open his jeans, shoving them down to his knees. William chuckled lightly at his eagerness, assisting the blond by kicking off his pants. When Quatre found his erection, peeping through the windows of his boxers, he lowered himself until he came face to face with it, taking the straining head into his mouth.
William’s hips lifted up from the mattress, a bewildered sound erupting from his lips. Sensation after sensation assaulted him, his fingers digging into the mattress. Quatre’s tongue moved up and down the length, tasting him, appreciative noises falling from his lips. He finally grew annoyed at his underwear, and tore those boxers off his frame with a low growl.
Lifting his head to watch what was happening, William ignored the rolling camera and for the fact that the other two guys were watching with enraptured expressions. Quatre lifted his mouth from the straining length, and pulled at his zipper and button of his jeans.
Growing afraid of what was going to happen, William gritted his teeth, watching with an uncertain expression as Quatre stripped before him, panting hungrily for the uninitiated morsel before him. William’s eyes widened as he took in the muscled form, the toned abs, the straining length that looked quite eager to tear into him. He whimpered slightly, feeling his stomach flutter with nervousness as Quatre grinned in a purely demonic way. He reached out, pulling William’s mouth to his, his fingers reaching into and clenching William’s hair. The Aussie could only whimper once more as his mouth was ravaged, Quatre’s other hand reaching between them to stroke his length once more.
Fumbling, almost dazed with nervousness and desire, William reached for Quatre’s erection, finding it with an accidental swipe of his fingers. Touching the hot length, hardened and strong underneath his hands, William stroked it with a curious fondle, his fingertips dancing neatly along the satiny skin. Quatre pulled his mouth from his, uttering a light moan, and William performed the stroke once more, entranced by the blond’s face and by the sound he made.
Growing a little more confident in this action, he began stroking him in a continuous manner, his eyes closing in his own pleasure as Quatre stroked him, his grip firm and demanding. When Quatre suddenly let go of him, pushing him further onto the bed, William complied without word or question. He found himself on his hands and knees, trembling slightly as Quatre disappeared briefly for that gallon of lube he saw earlier. Looking over his shoulder, William grimaced as that demonic expression appeared once more on Quatre’s face.
Climbing onto the bed behind him, William realized what was going to happen, and whimpered again, unsure if he wanted to go through with it. After all, he’d never been with a man, before. But this was the first time for everything...
Quatre opened the lube, and observed the picture before him, feeling his mouth fill with an almost ravenous drive of moisture. William’s ass was held up before him, taunting him with its round, firm stance, his cleft opened visibly with his position. He could see the entrance to his body, beckoning for him. It was dark and puckered, begging for his attention.
He positioned himself close to William, reaching out to grasp his hips, planting kisses along the Aussie’s spine. He used his hips to drag the head of his jutting penis against the boy’s ass globes, enjoying that simple sensation of a stranger’s skin against his. William’s arms were shaking, his head lowered minutely, before rising again to look over his shoulder. He watched Quatre’s actions with an almost fearful, vulnerable expression, his ass tightening briefly. Reaching down, Quatre used his thumb to caress his entrance, licking his lips as he felt the tightness that occurred with his touch. He dribbled some lube into William’s ass crack, spreading this goo over that dark pucker, briefly digging the head of his thumb into the tight hole. William gave a sharp gasp, closing his eyes as he felt the minute intrusion. Quatre, focused on his task, pushed his thumb into the tight pucker, reveling in the virgin territory, hearing William gasp again, his buttocks tightening with the action.
Careful, but also with an eager rush, he pushed his thumb against the force of William’s body as it tried to reject the intruder. Groaning at the thought of being enveloped in that tightness, Quatre moved in closer, his penis hitting one ass cheek with an eager press. When his thumb was knuckle deep into the Aussie’s body, he dribbled more lube into the crevice, his eyes tracing the movement the goo took as it traveled slowly with the force of gravity. He pulled his thumb out, licking his lips, moistening his eager cock with more lube. Pulling his hips up, he gently pressed the head of his penis against William’s pucker, and slowly started to press in. William gave an alarmed gasp, his buttocks tightening once more.
Encouraged by the feel, Quatre continued to push in, groaning softly as the tightness of William’s channel clenched him in an unmerciful way. Almost ready to pull out and try again, he felt William’s body give slightly, giving him a chance to push in a little more, panting heavily. William was uttering the *sexiest* whimpers he’d ever heard, his back quivering as his body invited the intrusion. Bracing himself with both hands at the small of William’s back, Quatre tilted his head back, moaning as he sheathed himself, his cock clenched by the heat and the tightness of William’s channel.
Both boys were panting hard, their skin slightly slick with sweat. William’s arms couldn’t take the position anymore, and he allowed them to collapse naturally, his ass still in the air as he clutched the sheet. Feeling Quatre’s cock up his ass, the blond’s hands on his body, made all his senses explode. His thighs were trembling in their position, his toes curled tightly, but all he could focus on was the feel of Quatre’s dick in his ass.
Taking a deep breath as Quatre began pulling out, William then uttered a long groan as he felt the blond push back in. Quatre gave a tight gasp, bowing his head at the feel, and moved his hips in a minute burst, easing the tightness that nearly kept him from moving as much. William gave a breathy sound, his hips bucking slightly to ease the movement. At the action, Quatre gave a whimper of need, moving his hips once more, pulling and pushing his penis within that tight, lubed channel. Holding onto the Aussie’s hips, he began moving, taking possession of his body, enjoying the natural high that assaulted him as pleasure coursed throughout his entire body.
William was just so *hot* and *tight* and utterly enchanting with his light moans and whimpers, and Quatre was so focused on whom he was doing that he forgot about the cameras and for the fact that the two watching them were getting hot themselves.
The bed squeaked with their movements, William just hanging on for the ride, his face pressed into the mattress. He couldn’t help his sounds of pleasure, his balls swinging as Quatre moved against him. There was a smacking sound as Quatre’s body met his, and the feel of his cock driving into his insides made him squirm with a definite discomfort. When Quatre leaned over him, his breath hot against his skin, he felt his stomach quivering with a different sort of need, needing something that he couldn’t rightly place. The blond was gripping his hips with an intensity he recognized, feeling the drive of his cock speeding up, feeling the blond’s hips shift...angling.
He shouted aloud with pleasure when a spot deep within him was caressed, nudged, and finally pressed with a firmness that had his fingers curling once more, his face pressing harder into the mattress. Turning his head, sucking in air, William felt his entire body move with the force of Quatre’s thrusts, the blond panting heavily against his back.
He felt one of Quatre’s hands leave his hips, and maneuver around, searching for his half-hard penis. Finding it, the blond clasped William’s cock within one hand, and stroked slowly, sweat and lube giving it a slick sensation. William cried aloud at the pleasure he felt bursting within him at the feel of being stroked and fucked at the same time, his hips bucking with an unmeasured movement. Eager for that stinging pleasure, he pushed into Quatre’s hand, feeling the blond’s cock ease slightly out of his body with the movement.
Quatre gave an annoyed sound, and pushed back into his body with a satisfied grunt. William was pressed forward with the action, his entire body tightening with the flood of pleasure that was hitting him. Quatre’s strokes on his cock increased in firmness and intensity, causing him to gasp aloud. Felling very satisfied with the way things were going, Quatre began moving faster, fueled by William’s sex noises and for the response he was receiving from the Aussie.
William gave a loud cry, his back tightening like a bow, his tanned skin giving a flushed appearance–and Quatre’s hand was warmed by the load that the boy spurted from his hard cock, hot cum bubbling over his fingers and dripping onto the sheet below him.
His cock clenched with an intensive hold, Quatre heard himself give an odd, gratified moan, his head falling back as he came, his body jerking forward with the force of his pleasure. Utterly gratified, he slumped over William’s back, breathing a sigh of immense relief. Their bodies sated, the pair of them relaxed for a couple of moments. Then Quatre pulled out of his body, grinning in a satisfied way. William moaned something incoherent, reaching back to press a hand against an ass cheek.
Quatre moved to get off the bed when he felt a pair of hands pushing on him, forcing him over the mattress. He turned to protest, his face scrunching up with uncertainty when Triton attacked him...
TBC
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(Laughs insanely: then blushes)
With no regard to story’s timeline and current events! It’s a sort of...alternate fic...or...something...never mind...
: : William : :
Max sighed in an embarrassed way.
Looking down at himself, he observed the straps belonging to the adjustable angel wings that he had clinging to his back, and the somewhat awkward toga that just barely covered his ass and privates.
It was fashioned in a way that it crossed over one shoulder, dripped just below his left nipple, and dangled around his ribs. The hem fluttered rather provocatively around his upper thighs, causing him utter self-consciousness as he pulled at it. He was barefoot, his hair styled loosely, and he was armed with a saber that the senior director of the play had insisted he have. It was fake, of course, consisting only of tinfoil, cardboard, and, curiously, a real steel sheath. It was slightly heavy, and clung to his waist with a loose belt that only drew attention to his crotch area.
He adjusted the cloth, and looked helplessly around him. He’d gotten lost after changing into his costume for a theater production, and had no idea how he wound up at the gym. He was certain people were going to laugh at him for dressing in this manner, and wanted to find the theater as soon as possible. His tanned skin was smooth and almost ethereal as he walked, helplessly, up to the basketball courts of the gym. He knew that there were some people there that could point him in the right direction of the theater, so he was just going to try it out.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the gym, his face burning with embarrassment. Practice was over, and the only people really playing were William, the Australian love-hunk that had all the girls in the school oozing over his accent, Triton Bloom, and Quatre Winner. The three boys were playing a game of Horse, and were too busy taunting each other over various things. They didn’t see him, so Max wasn’t going to draw their attention by yelling at them. He just hoped that one dude noticed him, and he could ask his question and leave quickly before anything else could occur.
Then, the three lost focus in Horse, and began a strenuous game of one on one on one. While they were horseplaying, Max fiddled with his saber, nervously trying to attract attention while NOT attracting attention. At one point of the game, William made a spectacular three point shot that shouldn’t have made it, and stumbled over his shoe. Triton and Quatre were too busy trying to rebound, and didn’t see the Aussie trip onto the floor–at Max’s feet.
When the Aussie looked up at the suddenly strange appearance of Max Sheridan in costume, he promptly lost all sense of reality. There were the usual petals and bubbles that assaulted him, but it was as if an angel had landed, and...wasn’t wearing any underwear...
Quickly, as to not lose any sense of manliness that a straight might have, William shifted to tie his shoes, something to keep him straight and from thinking any naughty homosexual things...
Max blushed, holding onto his saber tightly.
“Uh...I got lost,” he said nervously, crossing his legs in a sensual manner.
William’s mouth had dropped open, shoelaces forgotten, and he couldn’t believe he was looking at a guy in the same manner as he would with a girl. A GUY! He was perfectly straight, thank you. But Max’s looks and the current way he was dressed simply destroyed any other sane thought he would have!
“Can you tell me how to get back to the theater?” Max asked him helplessly, looking encouragingly lovely and vulnerable.
“Uh...well...go back out the way you came, take a right, and hit the door on the left of the main school entrance,” William said, frowning as he tilted his head. Max was a very light color down there. Such springy curls...such perfection...
“Why...why aren’t you wearing underwear?” he asked faintly, though he wasn’t complaining.
“GAH! Pervert!” Max cried in embarrassment, tugging down his toga, and rapping William on the head with the saber. He took off before the other two boys could see him, William’s head ringing with a resounding noise.
At the somewhat hollow sound, Quatre looked over from rebounding, and saw William laid out on the floor, in a daze. Unsure of how that happened, he laughed, walking over as Triton proceeded to slam dunk the ball with a joyous noise.
Looking down at the Aussie, whose eyes were whirling in a dazed manner, Quatre bent at the knees, poking at his cheek. “Hey, what the hell happened to you?”
William blinked out of his daze, looking up at the laughing face above him. Wow...he’d never noticed how beautiful Quatre Winner was. Those eyes...those lips...that hair...that body...no wonder Trowa threw such a fit whenever someone touched the guy. His skin, alabaster skin that was smooth and slick with sweat, smelling male and healthy, screamed for him to touch. Such perfection...such beauty...why the hell hadn’t he ever noticed how utterly lovely the blond was? And here, all this time, he’d been so preoccupied with girls, and he was missing out on something truly wonderful. He had to remedy this.
He reached up, grabbing a hold of Quatre’s shirt, and pulled the blond on top of him for a very heated kiss. Quatre gave a strangled, startled sound as he found himself on top of William, the straight kissing him with an intensity that was scary. He struggled to get up, but William simply wrapped his arms around his waist, propping him against his body.
Strangely, the kiss was very arousing, filled with intensity and an eagerness that Quatre found interesting. While William emitted waves of testosterone, it was obvious he needed instruction in man to man loving. After days of being the uke, Quatre was quite determined to become the seme. If William was so damn curious in this aspect, then Quatre was going to teach him what it meant to be with a man.
He returned the kiss with a sort of dominating frenzy that had William whimpering with need, savagely sucking on his tongue and licking his teeth. This boy needed instruction, and Quatre was going to be the one to teach him.
At William’s submissive acquiescement, Quatre adjusted himself over the boy, nudging his legs apart and taking possession of his neck, leaving behind small red marks as he got into this position. William clung onto his back, tilting his head so that Quatre had better access to him. Things got even heavier when Quatre felt daring enough to slip his hand underneath his shirt, touching his hot skin.
Of course, while this was all happening, Triton was still shooting, having no idea of what was going on. When he finally looked over, seeing the two boys on the floor, *playing* with each other, his mouth dropped open and the ball rolled away, forgotten.
He had NOT known William was into guys...the Aussie had been with so many girls, that he’d never given it a second thought that he’d be interested in a guy...and yet, there he was, underneath Quatre Winner, and looking so...delicious in that position. Both of them did!
He ached to jump in and join in on the action, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. They looked so happy and hot, running their hands all over each other, panting and kissing...
Just as things got interesting, through, Ramos marched out from the back office, and noticed the proceedings with an interested expression. Frowning, he tsked-tsked, and walked over. Using his foot to separate the two boys, he said, “This isn’t exceptional. This is public property, and you both are underage. Frankly, everyone here can get arrested. Do you all want that?”
He nodded at the chorus of “No’s”.
“Good. Meet me at my house around nine-ish...and bring those horny attitudes with you. I’ve got video cameras and plenty of bed space. Got it?”
That night, Quatre was frantically trying to think of an excuse in which he could use to break away from Trowa. Trowa was grumbling over the dinner he’d prepared–Snickers bar and a bottle of Pepsi, the goth’s favorite mixture–and Quatre was continually thinking of initiating William into the fantastical world of homosexual sex. He wanted to break in the Aussie, in a purely needy way.
When he finally realized what (whom) he could use, he gave Trowa the excuse that he was feeling rather sickly, and excused himself for the bathroom. But he made his way into Felicia’s room, not bothering to knock or anything. He screamed in surprise, as well as Felicia and Max.
“GAH! KNOCK, DAMN YOU!” Felicia screamed from underneath her sweaty boyfriend, of whom was trying to cover her with both his body and her sheets. It was rather obvious what they were doing.
“Sorry! Sorry! I just–I just need a favor!” Quatre begged, trying not to look at Max so close.
“What kind of favor can’t wait until after we’re finished?” Max cried in exasperation, pulling the sheets up to cover his ass.
“I need to go out! But...Trowa...” He trailed off helplessly, shrugging. The two on the bed looked at each other with a frown, and Quatre shifted from foot to foot, looking at them with a pleading expression. He fell beside the bed, hands together. “PUHLEASE! Please, please, please!”
“What’s our reward?” Felicia asked coyly.
“Uh...benefits reaped from...uh...I’ll give you a videotape?”
Max looked at Felicia, who looked back at him. The pair communicated via telepathy, then nodded.
“Fine,” Max said, frowning at him. “As long as we get the videotape of whatever you’re making with whomever. And we, AT LEAST, get five percent.”
“What about three percent?”
“How about fifty?” Felicia growled, using her Kegals to remind Max what the hell they were doing before Quatre’s interruption.
“Ten, then,” Max finalized, wincing.
“Whatever! Ten! Five! Whatever! Just...PUHLEASE! I have to be out of here by eight-thirty in order to make it to...uh...the guy’s house.”
“Fine, fine,” Max said with a sigh. “After we’re finished, we’ll meet you at your room.”
“Great! Thanks!” Quatre said, running out the door with a joyous shout.
Felicia glared at Max ferociously, drumming her fingers along his arm. “You’d better make it good, sucka.”
Around nine, the two showed up at Trowa’s and Quatre’s room, looking frantically exhausted. Quatre answered the door, and tried not to be pissed that they were a half hour late. Inviting them inside, he watched as Trowa eyed them suspiciously. Felicia was carrying a boombox, which she immediately turned on, Al Green’s smooth voice crooning from the speakers. Trowa was helpless against the onslaught as Max sighed tiredly, then perked up to start his strip-dancing. Felicia gave Quatre a thumbs-up, and scooted him out the door, grumbling that she was going to be present for this one.
Quatre scuttled out the door and ran down the hall with another joyous laugh. William’s ass was his!
Ramos’ house was an ordinary black and white one story, and was already fitted with the materials he needed to make a tape. His master bedroom was an array of drapes, lighting, and some questionable gallons of lube. All three boys were there, and Ramos was just finishing setting up his master, state of the arts video camera, which was pointed and focused on the king sized bed nearby. It was conveniently fitted with a couple of pillows and a single bed sheet–to prevent any messes from staining the mattress–and was very inviting.
Even though he was rarin’ to go, this set-up made him extremely nervous. How was it going to be like, performing in front of a camera? Trowa hadn’t known his demise with Une...and Quatre stared at the camera with a look of uncertainty. What if he froze? What if he...(gasp) couldn’t perform?
“Just pretend it isn’t here,” Ramos instructed him, noticing the look. “I’ll turn down the lights, and you just act normally in the bedroom.”
“Er,” William piped up, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m sure Winner here can instruct you. Well, boys? Go at it...”
“Who gets to go, first?” Triton asked, eagerly rubbing his hands as he grinned at the two boys that were eyeing each other hungrily.
“Uh...just...do what comes naturally,” Ramos said, adjusting the lens. He adjusted his shirt (he hadn’t changed out of his work clothes, yet, just as excited as the boys) and gestured randomly at the bed.
Quatre turned to William, and leaned over to give a tentative kiss, finding that the Aussie’s mouth was a little stiff and trembling just slightly, obviously nervous about the entire thing. Finding it a turn-on, Quatre pressed into the kiss, melding his lips just so against the other boy’s, and taking control. Reaching out to hold onto his waist, he forgot about the camera and used his tongue to pry open the pliable mouth available to him. William responded with a soft sound, moving into the kiss, his tongue meeting the other’s. his hands reached out to settle onto Quatre’s hips, his fingers kneading into the firmness he felt there.
Growing more confident with this, Quatre opened his mouth wide, practically devouring the poor, uninitiated boy, who had to lean back in order to keep himself steady. Quatre used this momentum to push William onto the bed, immediately crawling over him to continue his mouthing ministrations. William stiffened under the assault, jolted by the fall, but complied to the blond’s demands as the camera continued to roll. Moving down from William’s lips, Quatre licked at his neck, tasting the warming skin with a hungered noise. He continued moving down, then, in frustration, lifted the boy’s shirt up and off of him. He touched warmed, shivering flesh, his fingers tracing over his ribs. William moaned softly, reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, unsure of how to behave with a man. He was feeling quite good with Quatre taking control over him, his flesh warming and reacting to the ministrations of Quatre’s kisses on his body. He lifted his hips in a primal manner, Quatre reacting to the movement by reaching down between them, searching out his erection with one hand. Finding William’s meager penis, he began stroking it outside his pants, his fingers testing the width and length of which he found. William moaned again, lifting his hips insistently into the grope. With a slight sound of frustration, Quatre lifted his lips from his tanned chest, and practically ripped open his jeans, shoving them down to his knees. William chuckled lightly at his eagerness, assisting the blond by kicking off his pants. When Quatre found his erection, peeping through the windows of his boxers, he lowered himself until he came face to face with it, taking the straining head into his mouth.
William’s hips lifted up from the mattress, a bewildered sound erupting from his lips. Sensation after sensation assaulted him, his fingers digging into the mattress. Quatre’s tongue moved up and down the length, tasting him, appreciative noises falling from his lips. He finally grew annoyed at his underwear, and tore those boxers off his frame with a low growl.
Lifting his head to watch what was happening, William ignored the rolling camera and for the fact that the other two guys were watching with enraptured expressions. Quatre lifted his mouth from the straining length, and pulled at his zipper and button of his jeans.
Growing afraid of what was going to happen, William gritted his teeth, watching with an uncertain expression as Quatre stripped before him, panting hungrily for the uninitiated morsel before him. William’s eyes widened as he took in the muscled form, the toned abs, the straining length that looked quite eager to tear into him. He whimpered slightly, feeling his stomach flutter with nervousness as Quatre grinned in a purely demonic way. He reached out, pulling William’s mouth to his, his fingers reaching into and clenching William’s hair. The Aussie could only whimper once more as his mouth was ravaged, Quatre’s other hand reaching between them to stroke his length once more.
Fumbling, almost dazed with nervousness and desire, William reached for Quatre’s erection, finding it with an accidental swipe of his fingers. Touching the hot length, hardened and strong underneath his hands, William stroked it with a curious fondle, his fingertips dancing neatly along the satiny skin. Quatre pulled his mouth from his, uttering a light moan, and William performed the stroke once more, entranced by the blond’s face and by the sound he made.
Growing a little more confident in this action, he began stroking him in a continuous manner, his eyes closing in his own pleasure as Quatre stroked him, his grip firm and demanding. When Quatre suddenly let go of him, pushing him further onto the bed, William complied without word or question. He found himself on his hands and knees, trembling slightly as Quatre disappeared briefly for that gallon of lube he saw earlier. Looking over his shoulder, William grimaced as that demonic expression appeared once more on Quatre’s face.
Climbing onto the bed behind him, William realized what was going to happen, and whimpered again, unsure if he wanted to go through with it. After all, he’d never been with a man, before. But this was the first time for everything...
Quatre opened the lube, and observed the picture before him, feeling his mouth fill with an almost ravenous drive of moisture. William’s ass was held up before him, taunting him with its round, firm stance, his cleft opened visibly with his position. He could see the entrance to his body, beckoning for him. It was dark and puckered, begging for his attention.
He positioned himself close to William, reaching out to grasp his hips, planting kisses along the Aussie’s spine. He used his hips to drag the head of his jutting penis against the boy’s ass globes, enjoying that simple sensation of a stranger’s skin against his. William’s arms were shaking, his head lowered minutely, before rising again to look over his shoulder. He watched Quatre’s actions with an almost fearful, vulnerable expression, his ass tightening briefly. Reaching down, Quatre used his thumb to caress his entrance, licking his lips as he felt the tightness that occurred with his touch. He dribbled some lube into William’s ass crack, spreading this goo over that dark pucker, briefly digging the head of his thumb into the tight hole. William gave a sharp gasp, closing his eyes as he felt the minute intrusion. Quatre, focused on his task, pushed his thumb into the tight pucker, reveling in the virgin territory, hearing William gasp again, his buttocks tightening with the action.
Careful, but also with an eager rush, he pushed his thumb against the force of William’s body as it tried to reject the intruder. Groaning at the thought of being enveloped in that tightness, Quatre moved in closer, his penis hitting one ass cheek with an eager press. When his thumb was knuckle deep into the Aussie’s body, he dribbled more lube into the crevice, his eyes tracing the movement the goo took as it traveled slowly with the force of gravity. He pulled his thumb out, licking his lips, moistening his eager cock with more lube. Pulling his hips up, he gently pressed the head of his penis against William’s pucker, and slowly started to press in. William gave an alarmed gasp, his buttocks tightening once more.
Encouraged by the feel, Quatre continued to push in, groaning softly as the tightness of William’s channel clenched him in an unmerciful way. Almost ready to pull out and try again, he felt William’s body give slightly, giving him a chance to push in a little more, panting heavily. William was uttering the *sexiest* whimpers he’d ever heard, his back quivering as his body invited the intrusion. Bracing himself with both hands at the small of William’s back, Quatre tilted his head back, moaning as he sheathed himself, his cock clenched by the heat and the tightness of William’s channel.
Both boys were panting hard, their skin slightly slick with sweat. William’s arms couldn’t take the position anymore, and he allowed them to collapse naturally, his ass still in the air as he clutched the sheet. Feeling Quatre’s cock up his ass, the blond’s hands on his body, made all his senses explode. His thighs were trembling in their position, his toes curled tightly, but all he could focus on was the feel of Quatre’s dick in his ass.
Taking a deep breath as Quatre began pulling out, William then uttered a long groan as he felt the blond push back in. Quatre gave a tight gasp, bowing his head at the feel, and moved his hips in a minute burst, easing the tightness that nearly kept him from moving as much. William gave a breathy sound, his hips bucking slightly to ease the movement. At the action, Quatre gave a whimper of need, moving his hips once more, pulling and pushing his penis within that tight, lubed channel. Holding onto the Aussie’s hips, he began moving, taking possession of his body, enjoying the natural high that assaulted him as pleasure coursed throughout his entire body.
William was just so *hot* and *tight* and utterly enchanting with his light moans and whimpers, and Quatre was so focused on whom he was doing that he forgot about the cameras and for the fact that the two watching them were getting hot themselves.
The bed squeaked with their movements, William just hanging on for the ride, his face pressed into the mattress. He couldn’t help his sounds of pleasure, his balls swinging as Quatre moved against him. There was a smacking sound as Quatre’s body met his, and the feel of his cock driving into his insides made him squirm with a definite discomfort. When Quatre leaned over him, his breath hot against his skin, he felt his stomach quivering with a different sort of need, needing something that he couldn’t rightly place. The blond was gripping his hips with an intensity he recognized, feeling the drive of his cock speeding up, feeling the blond’s hips shift...angling.
He shouted aloud with pleasure when a spot deep within him was caressed, nudged, and finally pressed with a firmness that had his fingers curling once more, his face pressing harder into the mattress. Turning his head, sucking in air, William felt his entire body move with the force of Quatre’s thrusts, the blond panting heavily against his back.
He felt one of Quatre’s hands leave his hips, and maneuver around, searching for his half-hard penis. Finding it, the blond clasped William’s cock within one hand, and stroked slowly, sweat and lube giving it a slick sensation. William cried aloud at the pleasure he felt bursting within him at the feel of being stroked and fucked at the same time, his hips bucking with an unmeasured movement. Eager for that stinging pleasure, he pushed into Quatre’s hand, feeling the blond’s cock ease slightly out of his body with the movement.
Quatre gave an annoyed sound, and pushed back into his body with a satisfied grunt. William was pressed forward with the action, his entire body tightening with the flood of pleasure that was hitting him. Quatre’s strokes on his cock increased in firmness and intensity, causing him to gasp aloud. Felling very satisfied with the way things were going, Quatre began moving faster, fueled by William’s sex noises and for the response he was receiving from the Aussie.
William gave a loud cry, his back tightening like a bow, his tanned skin giving a flushed appearance–and Quatre’s hand was warmed by the load that the boy spurted from his hard cock, hot cum bubbling over his fingers and dripping onto the sheet below him.
His cock clenched with an intensive hold, Quatre heard himself give an odd, gratified moan, his head falling back as he came, his body jerking forward with the force of his pleasure. Utterly gratified, he slumped over William’s back, breathing a sigh of immense relief. Their bodies sated, the pair of them relaxed for a couple of moments. Then Quatre pulled out of his body, grinning in a satisfied way. William moaned something incoherent, reaching back to press a hand against an ass cheek.
Quatre moved to get off the bed when he felt a pair of hands pushing on him, forcing him over the mattress. He turned to protest, his face scrunching up with uncertainty when Triton attacked him...
TBC
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