Domination

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT in anyway... so don't sue... if ya do, I will laugh. HA! See? I'm doing it now! HAHAHA! But I do own ALL OC CHARACTERS!!

Warning: More sex. Mmmm... Gay sex at it's best...

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~*~Chapter 6: Zoomie II

When I woke up, Zoomie was already out of bed putting clothes on. He looked at me when I cleared my throat and with a smile, as always, said good morning and that breakfast was just about ready. I asked him why he was acting like I didn’t even put myself inside him and he sighed at me.

“Because I know that you don’t want to hear that. I know how you are Goten with this kind of stuff. You roll your eyes every time I hug you, you growl at me when I tell you that I love you. So I figured that acting like you would love me back is stupid of me.” He then came over and kissed my lips and went downstairs.

I’m at home by myself now, talking with my dad on the phone. Well… more like listening to him beg for forgiveness about not winning custody over me. “I swear Goten I thought that I was doing great in there! You have to understand that the court system rarely allows the child to live with the father. Your mother just made up this bullshit story about how horrible I am to you.” He would tell me and I just sat on my mattress on the floor listening to him.

I simply told him too bad he didn’t fight well enough and hung up on him. For 2 hours I looked at the ceiling in my small room and reflect back on what happened between me and Zoomie. I’m glad that the kid wasn’t expecting me to tell him how much I loved him back and treat him like my lover when we woke up. Creepy how he understands the way I work now with my new personality.

I get up from my bed and go into the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror with no emotion. I look like I haven’t gotten sleep in over a week now with how dark the circles under my eyes look. Mom was gone at work now, having a job at a gas station 50 miles away. She would be there all day from 9 am until 11 tonight.

I drag myself over to the bathtub and grab my mom’s pink razor, breaking it open with ease. I put one of my arms down on the tub and go to cut my wrist, but then noticed how much hair was in my face. In fact, I hate how my hair is. I can never see what’s going on and I can’t even see where I have the razor at right now. Annoyed, I go back over to the mirror and take a long look at my spiky hair. It was actually pretty scary how much I looked like my dad. The spikes were exactly like his.

“Better do something about that…” I give another annoyed sigh and go into the kitchen, reaching into a drawer and pulling out scissors.

I went back into the bathroom and grabbed one of my long, thick spikes then cut through it with the sharp scissors. The thick hair landed around me on the floor and I was impressed to see that the spike gone. I grabbed another handful of spiky hair and cut away, watching the hair fall around me into the sink or on the floor. Half an hour passed and I was done cutting at my hair. I flipped my head over and raked my fingers through my hair, shaking out the stray hairs that may still be on my head.

When I lifted back up and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes widened. I was surprised at how different I looked. My hair no longer stood up but now fell around my face and down onto my shoulders. I still had thick spiky locks of hair but they were around my face and sitting on the back of my neck. I smiled and ran my fingers through my hair again, quite impressed with the hack job I did to myself.

But it’s not enough…

I headed out the door, ignoring the fact that I needed to lock it, and blasted into the air towards the Capsule Corp. mansion. I landed in the front yard and looked up at the tall, dome building. One of those rooms was the computer room. I floated back up into the air and peered in every window looking for the room filled with computers. I smiled when I found it and flashed inside the room, amazed at all the computers that were never used. I grabbed the nicest looking one with a wireless hookup system and went back to my house.

For 3 hours I was in front of that computer trying to get it to turn on, delete all the installed programs that weren’t needed on it, fix up my own account, and try to get the wireless connection to work for the internet. I had to call the internet company and give them all kinds of information and my mom’s credit card numbers and stuff so that they could charge the monthly fees on it. Yeah… I know my mom’s credit card numbers…. Let’s just say that I stole the card and wrote down everything I needed to know.

Once I had internet on the computer, I was in heaven. I set up several e-mail accounts and downloaded all kinds of my own programs to help with the computer and for fun. Photoshop©, iTunes©, WinZip©, WinRAR©, all kinds of instant messengers, and I was able to download the Microsoft Office© programs with a CD that Zoomie copied for me.

Once mom came home, I showed her the computer and everything I had done with it to get her mind off the fact that I cut my own hair. But believe it or not, she actually liked my hair now. Said that I didn’t look like my dad anymore and that was a good thing. When she asked where I got the computer, I lied and said that Bulma was throwing out some computers and I took one. Amazingly enough, mom and I didn’t fight. All she did was congratulate me on getting the computer and then drank herself to sleep.

Late that night I searched all over the internet for pictures of a style that I wanted to undertake. I narrowed the wide selection down to 3 forms of clothing and style of dress: Emo, Punk, and Goth. Once I did that, I researched all 3 ways of life and found myself relating heavily to the Gothic way of life; dark, mysterious, depressed, suicidal, beautiful people. I then went onto Google and looked at pictures of gothic people and made mental notes of the clothing I needed and what I needed to do to my face and all that stuff.

And just because I could now, I downloaded and watched my first, full length gay porno that I found when searching gothic people. Goth porn is so different from all the other porn out there. They aren’t the frantic, buck-happy people who fuck whatever they see. When they have sex, I can feel a depressing emotion in it. Maybe I’m just weird like that, but Goth porn makes me sad. Hot as hell, but it makes me feel depressed. Wow… I never knew how gothic I really am until tonight.

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It was time for school again and for once I came to school with a big smile on my face; Black lips, black nails, black eyeliner, black eye shadow, black clothes, and black shoes. Walking onto the school grounds, many people stopped in their tracks and took a good look at me. I passed them by with a smirk, daring them to come up to me and start something. I made my way towards the cafeteria, seeing Zoomie who was sitting with his friends. Holding my head up high, I passed by with no hello, the noise of their talking immediately stopping. I could sense Zoomie getting out of his chair and following me.

I went and sat at out table that we always sat at and rested my chin on my hand, smirking as Zoomie joined me, “Goten… you look…” he started.

“Gross? Disgusting? Freakish?”

“Hot!” Zoomie exclaimed, getting the attention of the lunchroom yet again with his loud voice. I gave a dull look and shook my head. “It’s a perfect look koi...” he breathed and played around with my long hair. I growled at him at the little name he just gave me. “How did you ever pull this off? Especially the make up!” he stared in amazement at my gothic self.

“None of you fucking business…” I spat and went to the line for food with my lost puppy following me.

“Of course, koi. I’m pretty nosey anyway.” He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. I scowled at him and pushed him away. But as usual, he laughed and stayed with me. He’s more affectionate now because we’ve had sex.

Great…

As he begins to blabber on about his weekend, I took my attention to Trunks who was practically at the table behind us. He was looking at me in shock, probably not understanding why I looked liked I did or why Zoomie was hanging all over me more than usual. In his eyes that I am so paranoid over, I swore that I saw sorrow or regret. But unfortunately for me, the look turned into one of disgust with a middle finger added to it. I glared at him and spat at his foot. Boy did that get the lunchroom going.

Zoomie and I took a seat at my little table that everyone had avoided. I ate the slop in silence while he stared at me. I was very amazed actually that he wasn’t talking to me now. Maybe I should’ve dressed like this when we first met. I glanced over at him to see him still in awe at my new look. He smiled. “What?” I growled.

He took his hand and ran his fingers through my hair, emotion over taking him. Tears formed in his eyes and he rested his head on my shoulder, his fingers stroking my hair with a smile on his face. “You are so beautiful, Goten…” he sighs. I huffed and stared off towards the door leading outside to the outdoor portion of the cafeteria.

“No wonder you are called Emo…” I mumble and he laughs, hugging me with the hand that was once in my hair.

The bell rings for us to go to 1st period and Zoomie and I part, him sneaking a kiss from me as everyone cleared out of the cafeteria. In shock I made my way slowly to my pre-algebra class, reflecting on my events over the weekend. I wonder really… is Trunks a virgin? Did I loose my virginity before him? How amazing would that be? Speak of the devil, guess who I run into?

Trunks…

He stopped me in my tracks by standing in front of me. I glared at him, my black lips forming a scowl. “What do you want?” I said, keeping my voice low.

He just stared at me some more, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him right in his gorgeous blue eyes. My eye twitched in rage but my body reacted sexually almost immediately to feeling his hand on me. What I wish he would do to me…

Just like I did to Zoomie…

The thought of my Hispanic snapped me out of my pleasurable daze. ‘Mine…?’ my mind crossed over the thought and I shook it off, looking Trunks in his eyes again. “You gonna answer me?” I growled and pushed him away.

“Wow… you look more like a fag today than you ever have…” he smirked and pushed me back.

“Mother FUCKER!!” I screamed and went to hit him, only for him to grab my fist and twist it. I yelped in pain, completely forgetting the fact that he has always been stronger than me. I also forgot the little helpful hint given to me by Vegeta: Don’t fuckin attack someone when you’re angry or else you’ll get your ass kicked. Then I will laugh… haha… just like I am now…

I fell to my knees as my wrist bones began to pop in the awkward position that they had to endure. “Wanna try that again?” He grimaced and let me go, giving me a shove too. I landed on my bottom and glared at him through misty eyes.

“Why?” I whimpered as he started to walk away.

He turned around and looked at me. “Why what?”

“Why are you treating me like this?” I whispered and gave him a pleading look, letting my old self shine through in this one moment of helplessness, confusion and hurt. I wanted to give him one last chance to see my true feelings I had for him.

He started to open his mouth only to have the principal come around the corner of the small school building to yell at us, demanding that we get to class or else detention. Trunks didn’t even blink twice before sprinting towards class as I got up, brushing dirt off my sore bum and making my way to pre-algebra like I had first intended to.

The day passed slowly as we continued our studying for finals that were coming upon us in 2 days. I got looks, scoffs, paper thrown at me as usual. But it felt better to me that it was because I looked different instead of because I was gay. That’s what I wanted to think.

Please let them harass me and torture me because I am gothic, not because I am homosexual… please…

I tried to make it through the day without going to the bathroom during lunch and crying my eyes out. I try so much to make myself hard and unfeeling but the constant tug at my heart always wins. I wanted to be able to make it to lunch and actually eat the bad food, not let my emotions EAT at ME.

But today…

I didn’t even notice the Hispanic who was waiting for me at the entrance into the school as I rushed by. I didn’t even notice that he was following me as I made my way into the bathroom. I went to the back stall, locking the graffiti covered door (that had many notes about me) and sat in the corner next to a toilet that smelled like shit. I brought my legs up to my chest and rested my arms on my knees. Putting my head between my knees, my body began to shake and my heart tightened in me.

The familiar feeling of hot water came to my eyes and I let out a pathetic whine, my heart breaking once again. I breathed in and then let out a loud shout as I began to cry. My shoulders moved up and down sharply as I sobbed, not paying attention to anything around me. I whined and cried like a pussy, snot running down my nose.

What a stupid little boy I was…

A small hand made me jump as it touched my shaky shoulders. My head shot up and I stared at the culprit, the image fuzzy because of my tears. “Zoomie…” I choked.

“Oye Goten… Yo amo tu… Por favor no grito…” He sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me, speaking to me in Spanish, while resting his head on my shoulder. I wish I knew what he was saying. He got in front of me and held onto my face. His face held the expression of hurt and love all in one. “Yo amo tu, Goten…” He whispered.

He pulled me towards him and devoured my lips with his own. I made a strangled noise and a bitch attempt to pull away, but he held on strong. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and tilted my head, forcing me to respond. I gave in, memories of the weekend popping up. So I closed my eyes and battled with his tongue, putting my arms around him and holding him close.

‘Someone cares for you… someone loves you… why can’t you accept that?’ I think to myself, sliding my hands under his tight shirt. I set my legs down and he crawled into my lap, putting his hands behind my head and gripping my longer hair as we made out. He then swung his leg around and rubbed the front of his body against mine. My hands crept down his back and I groped his ass, causing him to make a delicious moan.

He let off my mouth with a pleasurable sound, staring right into my dark eyes with his lusty green orbs. I giggled, seeing my black lipstick smeared on his mouth and chin. His face was flushed and his nipples hard, proof from the tight shirt. He then latched his mouth on my neck and sucked hard, also using his tongue to lick me in the one area he sucked. I moaned, my erection getting more and more uncomfortable in my pants. He still sucked and licked the area on my neck, also using his hands to roam over my small chest.

Finally he made another sound and let off my neck, smiling at me hungrily. He bent down and kissed his way up my neck to my cheek and latched onto my ear. He nibbled on my lobe, breathing harshly into my sensitive cartilage causing me to gasp. He breathed my name and slid his hands under my black shirt, touching my skin. “Zoomie…” I moaned and pushed myself forward, moving him onto the disgusting floor of the boy’s bathroom.

With his back on the dirty, slick floor and his legs beginning to wrap around me, I kissed him this time. He grabbed my hair again as our tongues played the fun game of make out. He moved against me and I shivered. I took my hands and placed them on his black studded belt, undoing it as I went. He also began to mess with the buttons on my pants. We both managed to undo our pants and we both worked at taking them both off of each other.

I looked down to see that the Emo kid wasn’t even wearing any underwear. With his erection staring right at me and mine threatening to explode if it didn’t get satisfied, I decided to take the lead again as a seme. I went down his body with wet kisses, nipping a nipple also, hearing that wonderful yelp that I have grown to like. He pushes me down further, knowing what I was going to do. Just as I was about to swallow his penis whole, dying to know what it was like, the bell rang for us to go to 6th period.

“Damn!” he shouts and slams his hands on the ground.

My eyes open wide. I’ve never heard him curse before. It was hot really. So I kissed him. He stared up at me surprised that I had kissed him. “Go to class, Zooms…” I sighed and got up, putting my pants on and stepping over him. He just stayed where he lay, staring at the grey ceiling, his erection also facing the same direction. His expression that of pain, confusion and hurt. “Zooms c’mon! You’re gonna be late.” I kicked him slightly.

He looked at me and changed his expression, giving me a fake smile. ‘What was with that?’ I thought to myself but I let it go as he stood up. No need to ponder on the ways of the Emo kid. The 2nd bell rang, warning us that we had a minute to get to class. He slid his pants back up, the erection hidden because of how tight they were. Zoomie then looked at me and faked a smile again, leaning forward for a kiss. Our lips touched and he ran out of the bathroom calling out, “I will meet you after school!”

I shake my head and put on a sour face, staring at the toilet which is full of shit. ‘We really almost fucked with this next to us?’ I mused and left the stall. I walked up to the mirror and looked at my face; very flushed and my vision was slightly hazy also. A small area on my neck felt numb and I leaned closer to see what it was. Pulling my shirt down slightly to see it better, I burst out laughing. It was the spot that Zoomie had sucked and licked on while we were in the stall.

My first hickey… it was amazing…

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Instead of trying to avoid Zoomie, I got to our meeting place earlier than he did. I watched him walk towards me with his head down. ‘What is wrong with him today? Why is he acting like that?’ I wondered, something along the lines of worry coming to me.

Even with the drastic personality change I have forced myself to go through, there will always be the old me buried beneath, trying to make everyone around me feel better. I always used to want to cheer up all the depressed and lonely people and not expect anything back. Again, I used to always be just like my father. Ever since I met him, I always wanted to be like him. That is why I tried my best during the times of Buu to help defeat the pink monster. My father was the world savior; he didn’t need to have a son who meant nothing to the people.

But now…

Zoomie didn’t even let me know he was in front of me as I was in my daze, throwing his arms around me. He was shaky and his skin felt cold against my cheek. When he pulled away, he stared at me with that fake smile yet again. It was really pissing me off that he was smiling like that at me. “You either smile at me for real or don’t smile at all.” I glared and he kissed my cheek.

“Can I go to your house?” He asked, resting his head on my shoulder and breathing slowly. I rolled my eyes and grunted. “Por favor, Goten?” he looked at me with pleading eyes, almost as if his short life depended on it.

“Fine…”

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~Zoomie’s POV~

Goten was silent as we made our way through the city to his home. I’ve never been there, never even wondered about it. I am the type of person to want to pry into the personal life of anyone, but Goten was different. Very different from anyone I’ve ever known. He is dark, hidden, and very obviously depressed. I had seen him before in 7th grade with that sorry excuse for a person, Trunks. He looked so happy; so extremely happy. He even looked like that not even a month ago. It scared me really to see him go from happy-go-lucky to borderline suicidal in 2 days.

That was the real reason why I wanted to get to know him, not because he came out of the closet in school. But I couldn’t tell him the real reason why I HAD to know him. I was worried. I was so scared. I needed to know what happened and I told myself that I needed to help him. And it was only then that I realize I was obsessing so much because I was in love with him.

And that is also the real reason why my girlfriend left me. Not because she wasn’t enough for me. But because I found myself desperately in love with someone who I had never met or who didn’t even know I existed. To tell the truth, I never expected to ever meet with Goten. I was accepting in the fact that I loved him from afar. Yet that one day in the lunchroom when he drew attention to himself from hitting Trunks, something in me told me to go talk to him; at least say hi. And look at where I am now.

We turned onto a dirt road and he still says nothing, keeping a few steps ahead of me. I step quickly to keep up with him, humming a tune to a song. I wanted to go to his home for a very special reason. Since I won’t be seeing him after finals because…

Oh no… that pain… that pain in my heart when I think like this… Goten is so precious to me and thinking that we can’t be together… hurts me so much. Ever since we had sex, my emotions have been varying from time to time. One minute I’m happy, the next I want to kill myself before my cancer does.

“We’re here…” I hear Goten mumble, snapping me out of my daze again.

I smile at him for real and look in the direction he is looking. When I see his home, my heart almost stops. This…? This is his home? This is where he lives? He comes home to this…thing? It’s so small; poorly built with rotten wood as his only protection from the weather outside.

I glance at him to see that HE doesn’t even want to go inside. Pain is written all over his face as he slowly makes his way up the broken stairs onto the rotting porch; the porch itself threatening to cave in one day. He takes out a key that was in his back pocket (where a nice ass lay hidden I might add) and unlocks the thick plastic door. I follow him right on his heels and make my way into his small, dark shack of a house.

When I tried to look around to see how bad the place really was, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a room quickly. It was a room with plain white walls, a small desk with a computer on it, a mattress on the floor, a dresser with a small stereo on it and a small book case with 3 books occupying it. He slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, staring at the disgusting, soiled carpet.

“So…” he whispered.

“Yeah, so…” I repeated with a small giggle that meant nothing, looking at the same putrid carpet.

He then made his way over to me and stared at me, his eyes holding an emotion of hurt. “Why did you want to come here?” He whispered to me. I can’t understand why he is talking so quietly.

“I… needed to talk to you…” I trailed off, my heart tugging at me at what I was about to tell him. He nodded and didn’t say a word, his eyes searching, as if trying to read my mind. “Um… can-” I stopped, looking around some more.

“Can- what?” he asked, his voice soft. It was beautiful how calm and collective he was.

“Can I have some… water?” I asked, not really wanting it. I just wanted to pass the time… I didn’t want to tell him that I…

He walked out of the room and I heard him open a cabinet and slam it shut. I winced at the sound, hoping that he wasn’t upset. Then the sound of a fridge opening and a long silence. I really hope he isn’t mad…


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~Goten’s POV~

Kami damn my mother to hell.

All that is in my fridge is tons of beer, some whine, a block of cheese, a random soda can, leftover Chinese and a pack of hotdogs. The reason I am upset is because we are supposed to have water jugs full of water in here. She was supposed to get them at her job. We can’t drink from out of the sink because our pumps are connected by sewage lines. I sighed.

“How bout a soda?” I called into my room at him, hoping that he liked red crème soda.

“That’s fine!” He answered back, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I grabbed the can and made my way back to my room, hoping that he didn’t ask why we didn’t even have fucking water. I walk in and see him sitting on my bed with a picture in his grasp. I sit next to him and glance to see that it is a picture of me with my father when I was 7. That was taken at the world tournament when I first met him. I reflected on the fact that we looked so happy together. Now he’s lucky if I pick up the phone when he calls me.

“Here.” I say, making him jump. I handed him the soda.

He looks at me and gives me a real smile for once today, taking the soda. He opened the can and took a swing, not even making a face as he drank it. The corner of my mouth quirks up and my heart warmed at his kindness. I don’t know why that moment brought joy to my heart, but it did. Because of that moment, I put my hand on his leg; my small gesture of affection.

He looked at me again and grinned, showing his teeth. He knew exactly what I meant by putting my hand on him. I’ve never touched him in anyway except during our two hormone drives. I kept my eyes away from him and he rested his head on my shoulder, sighing happily. “Look how cute you are.” He says and holds the picture up so we both can see it.

“You mean ‘were.’ How cute you were.” I grunt and roll my eyes. He laughs at me.

“No silly goose. Still are.” He made a pleasurable noise of happiness and kissed my neck before resting his head again on me.

I lean over and give him a small peck on his head. He looks up at me, his eyelids heavy in a seductive gaze. I felt my cheeks get hot with him looking at me like that. He leans up and kisses my lips quick then pulls away. He does it one more time, lingering just a little longer on that kiss. It’s the third time that he does it when I kiss him full on his mouth. He moaned and closed his eyes, me following in time with him.

His tongue immediately plunged into my mouth and my tongue fought with his. He grabbed my shoulders and massaged them as he kissed me. This was so hot. I can’t figure out this either of why this moment was more hot than before. By this time, our tongues were no longer in our mouths; more like licking and suckling on anything it can touch. He moans my name and my erection gets harder.

I love it when he moans like that.

I crawl on top of him and he lay back on my mattress on the floor. He arcs up and rubs against me, his crotch grinding with mine. I groan at the friction and travel away from his mouth and chin to suckle on his neck. I bite and suck on the area right where the collar bone joined with the neck. He gasps as I bite him harder, not enough to spill his blood but enough to bruise him badly. He bucks his hips up, demanding that I move on to the more important issue down below.

I looked up at him and give him a teeth-showing Vegeta smirk, growling while going it. He moans again as I did that, nodding as if I asked him if I should move on by a growl. I grab the bottom of his tight green shirt and ripped it off with my saiyan strength. He squealed, not believe how strong I was. But he didn’t ask questions, just stating that I was making him so hot. I smirked showing my teeth again and grabbed a nipple, dying to hear him yelp again.

I got what I wished for as he yelped and cried out as I attacked his nipples with my fingers. “If you like that, what till you get this.” I groaned and bent down, licking and nibbling on a nipple. He moaned and his voice pitched higher, more yelps of passion. He grabbed my thick hair and encouraged me to torture him some more. I bite his nipple and sucked hard, wanting him to bruise there too; my way of saying he was mine I guess.

Once that nipple was taken care of, I moved on to the neglected one. I did the same to that bud just like the last. More cries and yelps, boiling my blood. If he made this much noise when I did this to him, I couldn’t wait to hear him when I went lower. Much lower… “Oh Goten!” he yells. I could feel how much he needed me.

So I moved on, kissing my way down a slim tummy. I dipped my tongue into his navel and tickled his sides with my fingertips. He didn’t know whether to laugh or moan. Either one will do with me. I then lick and kiss my way down lower, his cute nature trail tickling my nose and I undid his pants.

Not wasting time, I yanked his pants down and stared at my prize. Pre-cum was already spilling everywhere, dribbling down his thighs and no doubt onto my bed sheets. I stare some more, then at his face. He was glaring at me, not understanding why I was just sitting there. I gave a feral smile and crawled between his legs, nervous at the new experience.

I stuck my tongue out and licked at the pre-cum that was running down his shaft. I heard a gasp. More spilled out and I licked that also, this time not stopping. What a unique taste; salty and musky. An acquired taste no doubt. I licked up and down his shaft, getting all the seed that was covering his penis. I then sucked the head of his dick, an “OOooohhh” sound coming out of him. Once getting him used to that feeling, I slid him into my mouth. I fought my gag reflex as I swallowed him down my throat, the pre-cum sliding down. I sucked hard and found my fingers fondling his sack. Shocked slightly at the feeling of the sack, I rolled them around and lightly tickled them.

I was very right about the yelps and cries. They turned into shouts and long moans. He yelled my name in disbelief. I could only guess that he’s never had this happen to him, so I want to make this amazing. I brought my fingers down and rubbed his gooch, hearing a mix between gasp and moan. Then, still deep throating him, I slipped a finger inside him, a yell of pain tearing through him.

When we had sex over the weekend, it was never like this. Our first time was sloppy, fast, and confusing. Where did this go and how did you do this? But this time, I want to take all the time in the world to see where that went and what that did. I inserted another finger inside him while bobbing my head. I craned them at an angle and that’s when he screamed, climaxing down my throat. I must’ve hit that sweet spot where that Goth did to the other one on my favorite porno.

I tried to swallow everything as he came, but it began to choke me and spill out of my mouth. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked the rest of his seed off of him, then I licked my mouth. I looked at him to see his eyes squeezed shut, his face red as a rose, and he was panting and sweaty. What a beautiful sight… I did that to him. I made him scream and bust all over.

But I wasn’t done…

I stayed between his legs and kissed his still erect penis. ‘He still wants more…’ I thought, noting the hard member and smiled. I then licked up and down his gooch, loving the noises he made. I sat up slightly, putting his legs on my shoulders. Once balances, I lifted up to my knees, his legs still on my shoulders and his back on the bed. That’s when I began to stroke his penis with my left hand and tickle his entrance with my right. He whined and whimpered, not knowing what sounds to make anymore. Kami he was so adorable.

I slipped my finger inside again while licking his gooch some more, smiling as he cried out again. Then I trailed my tongue to his entrance and inserted that in there too, making a noise at how tight the feeling was around it. He made a noise that sounded like “WHAT THE FUCK!??!” but I kept at it. I slipped my tongue in further along with 2 fingers. “Oh Jesus Goten!! OOHh aahhh!!” he moaned out and flexed his leg muscles.

But then I set him down, getting my 2 fingers and tongue out of the hot enclosure. He stared at the ceiling, his face so red and he panted out either Venezuelan or Spanish, I couldn’t tell. I touched his face with my fingertips, circling his mouth. He licked my fingers with his sluttish tongue and then brought the two that were in his body into his mouth, suckling on them. I moaned, loving what he was doing to my fingers. He grabbed my hand and brought 2 more fingers in there, his tongue dancing all over them and getting them soaked. Once he finished with that, my penis very hard and drizzling too, he brought them down again near his entrance. “Ohhhh….” I smiled and pushed 3 fingers inside, a smile plastered on his face too.

“Oye Goten… ¡Yo le quiero dentro de mí tan malo! ¡Apure por favor! ¡Jódame ahora!” he cried out, rocking on my hand. Geez… the Spanish was turning me on so bad even though I had no idea what he was saying.

I then grabbed my dick with my saliva covered hand and stroked it fast, lubricating myself. I gasped and moaned as my hand pleasured me, something I was definitely going to do a lot now. Once I felt I was lubricated enough I thrusted into him hard, his scream alerting me. I pushed forward until I was balls deep, crying out also in the feeling. Zoomie had grabbed my hair and yanked as hard as he could. I waited until he stopped crying in pain before I moved again. “Please Zoomie… I promise it’ll be ok.” I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me through squinted eyes and nodded with a smile. So I began to move. He yelled out and moved with me, wrapping his legs and arms around me. I fucked him like our first time. I did it fast and hard, loving the screams and nails getting raked across my back. I angled my hips where he sweet spot was, crying out with him as we both let ecstasy wash over us. I pounded into him, grabbing his penis again and stroking him, copying my favorite porno. Just 2 more thrusts before he screamed my name and climaxed all over me, the muscles in his ass clenching my dick, causing me to cry out and cum inside him.

I collapsed on top of him panting, small sounds of pleasure leaving my lips. I got up to see him the same way, tears streaked across his face. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He repeated to me, kissing my face. I breathed heavily and kissed his nose. “Goten…” he whispered, gasping as I pulled out of him.

“What?” I panted, lying next to him.

I looked at him, seeing that the tears kept coming to him. He sucked in and then began to cry. I started to panic, not understanding why he was balling his eyes out. I’ve never seen him like this so I didn’t know what to do or what to think. He grabbed my neck and cried into my chest. “Oh Goten… Yo no quiero morir… Yo no quiero salirle…”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying!” I yelled, glaring at his pitiful face.

He sniffled and said, “I’m dying Goten… I’m moving to California this weekend and I won’t see you ever again…”

My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my body. All my muscles tensed as I stared at him, my own breath not even coming to me as I ran what he said through my head over and over again. My Zoomie… the only one who ever really loved me like I wanted…

I blacked out after that.