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Forward	By : beccapenguin Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. This is purely a fanmade work, I make no money from this.

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A/N: This was definitely a fun but challenging chapter to write. Huge smut-ish scene at the end of the chapter.

Also, special thanks to TristaML for submitting the first review to this story. Since Gohan/Trunks isn't a very popular pairing--especially with their Future Timeline counterparts--I didn't expect to get much feedback, but it is very much appreciated. Thank you~!

As a warning, the next few chapters might take awhile to produce. Chapter 5 is nearly finished but I don't have much written for the following chapters. I will still try to update weekly but please be patient.

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The sun had already risen by the time Gohan woke up. Usually he was awake by the crack of dawn, but last night he couldn't sleep.
   A light rapping came from the door.
   “Gohan?” the voice on the other side asked. “You awake yet? It 9:00.”
   Trunks. Gohan rubbed his eyes. His protégé was part of the reason why he couldn’t sleep. After what happened between the two the day before, Gohan couldn’t erase the guilt. He still couldn’t believe he had engaged in what was, essentially, a sexual act with his student.
   The rest of the day had been awkward, neither of the two really talking about it, and just the mere thought or reminder of Trunks made Gohan feel embarrassed.
   Finally, Gohan spoke up: “I just woke up. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
   A moment’s pause and then footsteps shuffling away. Gohan sat up in bed and quickly got dressed in his uniform, idly greeted his parents' portrait by tapping it lightly, and exited the room. When he got out, he found Trunks standing in the hallway, waiting for him patiently.
"Did you eat yet?"
He nodded.
"Right. Sorry, give me a second."
Trunks waited, patient but clearly bored, as Gohan quickly ate and got ready. After a moment’s thought, Gohan grabbed some rice balls to go, before finally pulling on his shoes.
"We're going to go somewhere new today," Gohan said once he was ready. Trunks looked at him curiously. "Yup, just follow me today. It's going to be a bit far away, so be sure to keep up."
All things considered, it seemed like a normal day.
"Haaa!"
Trunks sent out a large ki blast, sending it flying over the horizon. He watched it as it disappeared into the distance. He wiped sweat off of his brow. Practicing his ki blasts was tiring--though he had to admit, releasing it definitely relieved some stress.
He looked beside him, watching as Gohan fired his own blasts. The blasts were much larger and left a bigger impact--it was fine though, Gohan specifically chose the canyon because it was all wastelands, and the two were free to make as many explosions as they could without worrying about hurting anyone.
It had been a long day of practicing. Gohan taught Trunks how to control the direction of his ki blasts, as well as how to make them smaller and bigger. It was hard but satisfying work.
Once they were done, they sat down on the edge of the cliff, their feet dangling off the edge. The day had started out a bit rough, but as the day went on, things began to feel normal between them. Neither one of them brought up the incident though, once in awhile, Trunks considered asking Gohan about how he felt. In the end, however, he always kept his mouth shut. Sometimes, it felt good just to be in Gohan's presence--whether he was affectionate or not. Trunks didn't want to spoil that by asking about their relationship.
"Gohan, what are you going to do after the androids are destroyed?" Trunks asked suddenly.
It was a question that Gohan asked himself many times--but he still didn't have a definite answer. He was so wrapped up in the present, struggling with the insurmountable task of defeating the androids, that he never thought of the future. Sometimes he would drown in the melancholy and wonder if his troubles would even end if he defeated the androids.
"I'm not sure," Gohan answered. "Before the androids, I wanted to become a scholar."
"A scholar?" Trunks repeated, almost incredulously. Gohan, the warrior that so many people looked up to, wanted to be a booknerd? It seemed strange at first but, after he took some time to think about it, it made sense. Gohan was smart and he always seemed curious to learn more. It was fitting.
"Yeah, I did, but now I think its impossible. I spent so much time training that I think it'd be impossible to pick up my studies again. I'm too far behind," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess sometimes I think about finding a way to revive my father, the Z fighters, and all the people killed by the Androids."
"Do you think that's possible?"
"Somewhere in space there's New Namek. You've never seen the dragon balls but you've heard about them, haven't you?" Trunks nodded. "The Namekians have their own set of dragon balls that could help restore the Earth."
"Then why not find them?" Trunks asked. Gohan shrugged.
"There's no way of finding them. A long time ago, your mother built a prototype of a ship that can travel long distances, but eventually the idea was scrapped. We couldn't locate their planet. And even if we did, who knows how long it would take to get there..." Gohan shook his head to himself. "The Earth could be destroyed by then..."
"Maybe after the androids are destroyed..." Trunks trailed off. Gohan smiled.
"Yeah. Maybe." He looked at Trunks. "What about you?"
"Oh, me?" Trunks seemed startled. He blushed. "Mine was a bit more selfish. I was just thinking that I wanted to buy Super World."
Gohan laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that." Gohan thought for a moment. "After the androids are destroyed... I think I'll visit my mom more, and eat her cooking every day."
The two laughed together. Sometimes, the bad days were so many, that Trunks thought it was impossible to laugh or smile. But with Gohan, he always managed to find a way.
However, eventually the laughter had died, and soon Gohan and Trunks were trapped with the reality of the situation.
"Do you think we'll be able to defeat the androids?" Trunks asked quietly.
"There's always hope," Gohan said. "I think you can do it."
"Me?" Trunks said, surprised. Gohan nodded.
"Yup. I think you'll be the one who can beat the androids and rebuild this world."
Trunks knew Gohan wasn't teasing him--and that's probably what upset him the most. If Gohan couldn't beat the androids, how the hell was he supposed to? Gohan was the best fighter he knew--the best fighter on the planet.
How could Trunks possibly live up to that?
“It’ll take awhile to get back, we should go now,” Gohan said, using his ki to levitate. Sure enough, the sun looked like it was beginning to set over the canyon, and Trunks nodded.
“Let’s go.”
By the time they got back home, the sun had set, and Trunks was feeling exhausted.
“Are we going back there tomorrow?” Trunks asked. Gohan shrugged.
“Possibly. Depends on how well our ki recovers by tomorrow,” he answered. He opened the door for Trunks, and the teen immediately went to take the nearest seat. He sunk into the cushions of the sofa, letting out a long relieved sigh. He was glad to finally have a comfortable place to sit. Canyon floors didn’t cut it.
Gohan was exhausted too. He took off his shoes before approaching his student.
“Hey, let’s get to bed,” he said, to no response. When he looked over, Trunks had already fallen asleep, his head resting on the arm of the sofa. He reached over to shake him awake, but the young demi was out cold. Flying home must have used up the last of his energy.
Gohan sighed to himself before carefully picking up Trunks and carrying him to bed. When he laid out the boy, he stirred slightly but did not awaken. After Gohan threw a blanket over him, he noticed the way Trunks’ bangs fell in front of his face, and instinctively brushed it away.
His fingers brushed against the sleeping face, the feeling soft to the touch. Without even thinking about it, Gohan leaned forward and kissed Trunks’ temple.
When he pulled away, he suddenly thought about how Trunks had felt in his arms. He remembered being a kid, when Bulma first handed over her baby, and how amazingly light Trunks was. He remembered when Trunks got older, and Bulma complained about how he was getting too big to carry, but Gohan was strong enough to pick him up without any problem--Bulma even started to chide Gohan when he kept fulfilling his requests to be picked up. Then, once Trunks had grown out of his toddler years, he would ask Gohan to fly him around, until he finally learned how to do it himself.
Once those thoughts went through his mind, a rather blank look washed over Gohan’s eyes.
What am I doing?
   He got up and left, gently shutting the door.
   It was the sound of rain pattering against his window that woke him up, but it was the crash of thunder that caused him to jump out from under his covers.
   Trunks looked around. For a long moment, the room was pitch black, and the hum of falling rain filled the room. Then--a flash, and boom. Another roll of thunder.
   Trunks climbed out of bed and looked out the window. He jumped back in surprise when a bolt of lightning raced across the sky, right before his vision. It struck the mountains far away, but still, it had felt so close, and the terrible sound of thunder caused his heart to jump.
   Its just a storm, he told himself, before climbing back into bed. However, he was wide awake, and the violent noises rumbling outside kept him awake. After tossing and turning, he gave up, and decided to get a drink of water and try and wait out the storm.
   He rubbed his eyes as he walked toward the kitchen. When he made it past the hallway, his feet touched something cold and wet. This woke him right up, and he looked at the living room. When the lightning flashed in the windows, it illuminated the room--and with it, he saw the highlights of water glimmering on the floor near the front door. The water stretched out into a giant puddle that surfaced the living room floor.
   The house must have been placed on a slope. A good inch and a half of water touched the front door. Trunks quickly turned back around and went to wake up Gohan.
When he got to Gohan’s room, however, the bed was already empty.
“Gohan?” he asked aloud. He checked the other rooms but didn’t see his master anywhere.
Trunks crossed his arms, looking around the lonely house with wide eyes. Gohan’s sudden disappearance, combined with the heavy storm, was beginning to pick at Trunks’ nerves. Too anxious to simply sit in the house and do nothing, Trunks grabbed a thick jacket and his shoes (which, though they sat by the front door, were luckily on a shelf where they didn’t get wet).
   Not wanting to splash around the water near the front door, he went out the side door instead. The wind hit him pretty hard on the way out, nearly blowing off his hood. Trunks looked up, his heart sinking at the pure darkness that greeted him. No city or street lights greeted him, instead he was stuck in the middle of the vast, empty countryside.
   Concentrating, Trunks generated ki in his palm, the energy pulsing golden light around his hand. It barely helped, swallowed by the huge shadows, but it was better than nothing. He flew around to avoid the mud, and stuck close to the house, calling for Gohan’s name.
   There was no answer, no nothing. His voice was lost in the thunder and the wind, and soon Trunks began to feel worried. Suddenly something grabbed at Trunks’ shoulder, and the boy yelped as he spun around.
   “Gohan!” Trunks said, surprised, his mentor’s face illuminated in the light of his ki.
   “Trunks, what are you doing out here?” Gohan said, eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t seem too happy.
   I was looking for you, was his first thought, but he changed his answer.
   “The house is flooding,” he said. Gohan’s scowl disappeared. The two returned to the house, where Gohan shot a controlled ki blast through the ground around the house, creating a deep moat around the door and draining some of the water out. The two went inside where Gohan turned on the lights.
   They took off their shoes and flew over the puddle. Gohan ordered Trunks to sit while he took a mop and pushed the water outside. Trunks shivered as he sat on the sofa, covering his freezing cold toes, ignoring the drips of water falling out of his hair.
   Soon, after the water was--for the most part--cleaned up, Gohan plopped on the sofa next to Trunks. Trunks remembered Gohan’s scowl when they were outside, and was expecting his mentor to still be upset with him, but suddenly his mentor spoke up.
   “Want to know a trick?” Gohan asked. Trunks, still shivering, looked up at Gohan curiously. Gohan closed his eyes and concentrated--and suddenly there was a wave of energy that rippled around his image. He transformed into a Super Saiyan, surrounding himself in ki. The energy that pulsed off of him was…
   “Its warm!” Trunks exclaimed, blinking in surprise.
   A few seconds later, and Gohan dropped the transformation, his hair and eyes returning to their ebony state.
   “Your clothes are dry,” Trunks said, poking at Gohan’s shirt. Not just his clothes, but all of him. No wonder he always came back from a bath with his hair already dry… Suddenly, Trunks pouted. “Well what am I supposed to do? I can’t turn into a Super Saiyan.”
   “Right,” Gohan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Let me grab you a towel.”
   While Gohan went to grab a towel, Trunks went and hung up his soaking jacket. Suddenly, fuzzy whiteness clouded his vision.
   “Hey!” Trunks protested as Gohan shook the towel around, drying off Trunks’ hair. “I can do it myself,” he said, grabbing the towel away.
   Gohan laughed, even as Trunks peeked at him from underneath the fabric--his face set in a scowl.
   “Why did you go outside?” Trunks asked.
   “I could ask you the same thing. You shouldn’t be wandering around in the dark. You could get lost or hurt.”
   “I already told you,” Trunks said, frowning. “The house was flooding. I didn’t know where you were.”
   “Right, sorry about that,” Gohan said, looking a bit more serious. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I woke up during the storm and there was a fire in the forest. A bolt must have hit a tree. There’s a lot of natural wildlife around here--the rain was pretty hard and it would’ve went out anyways, but I walked to make sure it went out before it destroyed anything. I didn’t think it would take too long so I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”
   Trunks didn’t say anything. In retrospect, he wasn’t sure what he had expected. Fire and lightning wasn’t enough to severely hurt Gohan anyways. Really, Trunks couldn’t explain why he had been so worried.
   “Forgive me?”
   “Its okay,” Trunks said quickly. “I should’ve waited longer.”
   “Still cold?”
   “Yeah.”
   “Go sit down. I’ll make you some tea.” Gohan looked out the window. The storm was still raging. “It’ll probably be awhile before that all settles down anyways.”
   Trunks did as told while Gohan filled up a kettle.
   He listened to the sound of the rain washing across the windows. The little house even seemed to shake under the force of the winds. Trunks had been through plenty of storms, but having grown up in a large, fortified building, he had never quite experienced a storm like this. He looked out the window, when suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across his vision, causing him to jump. The loud thunder seemed to rumble throughout the house.
   “You alright?”
"Huh?" Trunks said, snapping out of his thoughts. "I'm fine."
"Are you afraid of the storm?" Gohan asked. Trunks flushed at the indignity, but couldn't deny that the storm had him a bit frazzled. Gohan didn't make him admit it though, he simply urged Trunks to sit down while they waited for the water to finish boiling.
They talked idly on the couch together, Trunks finally admitting, "I was bit worried when I saw that you were missing."
Gohan seemed a bit amused. "There's nothing out there that could have hurt me. These storms are really freaking you out, huh?"
"The storms back home are nothing like this," Trunks said, shaking his head. "The winds shake the whole house. I can see the way the lightning flashes. Back home, during storms, you can just barely hear the rain and thunder. Here, it sounds so raw. It almost sounds like..."
Trunks trailed off with his line of thought. Gohan looked at him, concerned when he saw the grave expression on Trunks' face.
"Sounds like what?"
Trunks was a bit reluctant, but he finally said, "The last time I heard noises this loud, it was when the androids attacked West City."
Gohan didn't say anything, and his expression was unreadable. Trunks instantly regretted saying it, watching Gohan as he stared off into the distance--his gaze almost stoic.
He looked at Gohan, wishing that he could understand what the young man was thinking. The more he looked at him, the more he wondered what went on through his head. Trunks wanted to get inside his mind, pick his brain apart, and figure out the answers to all the questions he had since he started training with him.
Of course, he couldn't do that.
But maybe, Trunks thought as he pulled the towel off of his shoulders and set it aside. Maybe he could try something else.
Heart thumping with nerves, Trunks suddenly leaned toward Gohan, planting a gentle kiss on Gohan's ear. Gohan, unexpecting, didn't catch Trunks leaning over and took it as a surprise, glancing over at his student. At first, he chose to think that he had just imagined it, but Trunks soon swept in for another kiss, this time pressing his lips against Gohan's.
Trunks' lips felt like soft velvet, but Gohan quickly pulled away, his face reddening.
"Trunks," he said, his tone voicing his surprise.
"Gohan, how..." Trunks trailed off, looking away. How do you feel about me? He wanted to ask, but suddenly the words felt too embarrassing. He sat there, a torn expression on his face, when suddenly Gohan’s warm lips pressed against his.
Trunks’ eyes widened in surprise as Gohan’s mouth suddenly took his, and he moaned in response as Gohan deepened the kiss.
Gohan quickly climbed on top of Trunks, pushing him into the seats of the sofa, his warm body covering Trunks'--still cold and damp. Trunks drowned in Gohan's unexpectedly deep kiss, his lips parting as Gohan's tongue tasted his mouth. Gohan's heated hands pulled at the hem of Trunks' wet shirt, pulling away from the kiss so he could peel off the garment. Trunks shivered as the cold air touched his wet skin.
It was all happening pretty fast, but Trunks could feel himself growing hard. Sudden as it was, he still had waited too long for this.
Gohan didn't waste a moment, his lips already kissing the damp skin. Trunks shuddered as Gohan licked the droplets running down his neck, his mouth sucking at the sensitive skin. Gohan's head lowered, a trail of kisses running down the boy's chest, until finally his mouth ran across Trunks' nipple.
Trunks cried out at the foreign feeling. The hot, wet tongue dragged across the peak, his back arching into the sensation. As his body shifted, his erection pressed against Gohan's body.
Instead of shying away, the older demi reached down and cupped the erection, rubbing his palm against the clothing. Trunks gasped at the dual sensations.
As he looked down at Gohan, whose eyes were more fixed on Trunks' body, he felt his heart tighten with apprehension.
Gohan, how do you feel about me?
Before he could open his mouth to say the words, a large whistling noise came from the kitchen as the kettle went off. The two seemed to freeze in unison, as though they had been caught in the act, and Trunks noticed Gohan’s wide expression as though he had just realized what he had done.
   Trunks watched hopelessly as Gohan got up and walked away, his body warmth disappearing with him. Trunks was left behind, alone and shivering in the cold house, as Gohan removed the kettle from the stove.
Not content on being alone, Trunks got up and went into the kitchen, watching as Gohan went through the cupboards, digging for a mug. There was no way that Gohan didn't know that Trunks was standing there, and the teen crossed his arms as he waited for his mentor to pay attention to him. It wasn't until Gohan found the mug and started looking for tea leaves that Trunks grew impatient. Who had time for tea?
He hugged Gohan from behind, his arms wrapping around the elder's waist. The dark-haired warrior seemed to pause in consideration, until finally he broke away from Trunks' grasp.
Gohan could feel his heart beat heavily against his chest. He felt so torn. His morals were telling him that he shouldn't be fooling around with his student, but the desire was so great--especially since Trunks was coming onto him so strong.
He felt himself being turned around, and didn't stop Trunks when the boy felt for his erection, his hand pressing against it. The young man didn't resist when the sash slid open, and Gohan stifled a gasp as Trunks crept his hand underneath the waistband of his pants, his soft and long fingers grasping onto Gohan's shaft.
All of Gohan's fight seemed to fade away as Trunks worked his hand up and down Gohan's cock. Finally, Gohan gave in, lowering the waistband past his hips until they fell on their own onto the ground. He leaned back against the counter as Trunks jerked his cock, unable to resist the groan that spilled from his lips.
Trunks' own member began to harden at the sounds and looks of pleasure Gohan was giving. Gohan reached for Trunks' face, tilting his head as he kissed the boy heatedly, the boy's hands still working the shaft of Gohan's cock.
The passion of it all began to grow. Gohan noticed that Trunks was still hard and grabbed at the boy's erection, and relished the moans he received when he rubbed his cock through his clothing. The boy arched his hips towards the sensation, already beginning to lose his concentration on stroking Gohan's cock as he began to become lost in his own pleasure.
Gohan grew harder still at the sound of Trunks' moans. Unable to resist it any longer, he kissed Trunks deeply, eliciting another moan. When he was done, he pulled away and looked Trunks in the eyes. Trunks nearly shivered as he was lost in those dark, lustful eyes.
He said softly, almost in a whisper, "Do you think you could help me?"
At that point, Trunks would do anything except stop, and so he nodded quickly. Gohan pressed down on the boy's shoulders, urging the boy to his knees, and the lavender-haired youth felt his face burn as he came face to face with Gohan's thick erection.
Trunks had a vague idea of what was going to happen next, but he still waited.
"Can you suck on it?"
Trunks didn't speak, he just did. He opened his mouth and swallowed the tip of Gohan's member, and Gohan bit back his groan. He ignored the way Trunks' hands tickled his thighs as they crept their way up to Gohan's hips for support.
He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing. He only a small idea of what oral sex was, and even then his knowledge was limited to a few pornographic films he accidentally witnessed from early childhood visits to Kame House.
Trunks sank his head as far as he could onto Gohan's cock without gagging. From there, whatever Trunks was unsure of, Gohan guided him. A hand reached into Trunks’ hair, guiding his head on Gohan’s cock. Gohan dug his nails into the counter behind him as he tried to restrain himself. The feeling was incredible and Trunks was a sight to see--on his knees with his face stuffed.
His inexperience was obvious but his mouth felt so wonderful that Gohan just didn't give a damn. He clenched and unclenched his hand on the counter beside him, trying his hardest not to go ahead and fuck his student's throat--although, he thought with a shudder, his eager-to-please student probably would have taken it anyways. Instead he opted to gently guide the boy's head up and down his cock until he had his own rhythm set.
Gohan buried the bottom of his face into the palm of his hand as he tried not to yell out. Trunks moved a bit too quick, and he was a bit sloppy in his movements, but the feeling of his mouth and the way Gohan's cock pressed against the boy's tongue was incredible.
Trunks' knees hurt from kneeling on the hardwood floor and his jaw ached. He was nervous that he wouldn't perform well and his first taste of cock was strange. However, Gohan's moans made it worth it. The powerful fighter seemed to tremble as he stood, absorbing the pleasure that Trunks' mouth gave.
This alone pleased Trunks to no end. His own cock was rock hard, strained against his pants and underwear. Trunks quickly began to feel desperate for attention, his cock begging to be touched. With his head still bobbing on Gohan's dick, the young teen reached down and rubbed himself through his clothes.
He moaned in pleasure, his lips humming around Gohan's shaft. Gohan looked down at Trunks touching himself while sucking him and could barely take any more. He was getting close.
He encouraged the boy to go a bit faster, shoving his erection into the teen's hot mouth at his desired pace. With a low groan, he pulled out of Trunks' mouth, quickly stroking his cock as he came.
The release felt amazing. It had been so long since Gohan had such an overwhelming orgasm. He cried out as he came, his seed spilling forth--some of it landing on Trunks' face.
He prolonged the orgasm as long as possible, and didn't remove his hand until his body shuddered and shivered and needed him to stop. Finally, when he was done, he looked down at his student.
"I'm sorry Trunks," Gohan said, panting. His apology sounded genuine. "I didn't mean to do that."
Though, he had to admit, Trunks' face splattered in his seed was pretty hot.
Gohan reached for a towel that was sitting on the counter and knelt down to help Trunks clean the seed off of his face. There was a little on Trunks' hand. Before he could wipe it off, however, Trunks brought it to his lips and tasted it.
If Trunks hadn't comically sputtered it out, Gohan would've became rock hard again.
"Sorry," Gohan apologized again, half-smiling.
"Did it feel alright?" Trunks asked tentatively. Gohan blushed.
"What--of course, yes--it-it felt..." Gohan said, stumbling on his words as he tried to restrain himself from sounding too excited. Trunks blinked, not used to see his mentor flustered. Gohan cleared his throat. "I mean, yes. Thank you."
Trunks was elated by the experience. And he was so glad that Gohan had enjoyed it, as he spent a good amount of that time worrying that he was doing a bad job. He wanted to tell Gohan that if he ever needed help again, he would do it. But he didn't want to sound too eager, nor did he want Gohan to think of him as a pervert, so he kept it to himself.
Gohan sat on the floor properly, his eyes traveling downwards when he suddenly noticed and remembered the bulge in Trunks' pants.
"Are you still hard?" Gohan asked. Trunks blushed deeply and instinctively hunched over, trying to make it not-obvious. But it was a bit late for that. He had already been rubbing himself when he was sucking Gohan off.
"Yeah," Trunks admitted. Unsure of what to say, he apologized. "Sorry. You probably think I'm weird."
"No, I think its natural. I'm the weird one," Gohan said, mentally adding, I'm the one who gets aroused from causing and receiving pain. And the one using his protégé to get him off.
Gohan's words comforted Trunks but he was still embarrassed.
"Here," Gohan said, gently pushing on Trunks' chest--leading him to lean back against the kitchen floor. "I'll help you."
"What?" Trunks said, his face turning red. He was admittedly turned on by the thought. Ever since their first experience, Trunks wasn't able to get the feeling of Gohan's hand and cock pressing against him out of his mind. Still, it was different to be the only one receiving versus doing it together. "You don't have to do that--"
"Its okay. Just relax."
He tried. Oh, he tried. But Trunks was getting all sorts of butterflies in his stomach as Gohan undid his pants.
Gohan slid Trunks' underwear and pants down, revealing Trunks' rigid member. It had happened before, yet Trunks diverted his eyes--normally he was very proud, but being naked in front of someone--well, someone that wasn't his mom--for the first time made him self-conscious. Gohan breathed in, blown away by how beautiful Trunks' body was.
Gohan gently took his member and began to stroke it. Trunks closed his eyes at the contact. Gohan's hand was warm and it stroked him so good. Trunks focused on the pleasure Gohan's hand gave.
Gohan then licked the tip of Trunks' member. Trunks, not expecting the new sensation, half gasped half moaned. Gohan took this as encouragement to keep going, sinking inches of Trunks’ girth into his mouth, sucking him slowly and sensually.
Trunks had never expected or even imagined such pleasure. He was moaning and practically trembling underneath Gohan.
"Gohan," Trunks moaned, brushing a hand through Gohan's jet black hair. Gohan's mouth was so warm, so wet... he moved up and down Trunks' cock skillfully. Trunks felt like he was going crazy. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stop himself from crying out, but he lost it when Gohan suddenly picked up the pace.
Trunks cried out as Gohan bobbed his head up and down on his cock. If Gohan hadn't already came so hard, he would've easily became erect again at the sounds Trunks was making.
Every time Gohan took Trunks into his mouth, the boy let out a needy moan. At some point, the noises became so vocal that Trunks embarrassed himself and tried to cover his mouth, and Gohan paused to pull his hand away.
"It's okay," he encouraged. "You can be as loud as you want."
His climax was rising. Trunks tilted his head back, blown away by the amazing pleasure he was feeling. Gohan's mouth was fucking hot, sucking Trunks' cock like he was meant for it and Trunks just had to sit back and moan. Trunks was convinced that there was nothing could top this feeling. Nothing.
“W-wait,” Trunks finally protested. He felt the climax building inside of him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. But Gohan didn't stop--in fact, he seemed to speed up, his thumbs digging into Trunks’ hips as he held the younger down and sucked.
Finally, biting on his lip to hold back his scream, Trunks shuddered as he came--spilling out his load. Waves of pleasure racked his young body--he felt like he was on fire. His body felt hot as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, trapped underneath Gohan’s grip as the pleasure spilt forth. Gohan did not hesitate, picking up his speed and milking Trunks' orgasm for everything it was worth.
Biting his hand didn't help. Trunks yelled as Gohan prolonged the orgasm.
Gohan waited, taking Trunks’ entire load in his mouth.
Once Trunks had finished, his body relaxed, and he felt like sinking into the ground. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing deeply for for a moment. Despite the great pleasure his body felt, there was one thing still bothering him.
Gohan, how do you feel about me?
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