Welcome to Boxer & Rice

“Oh hey, Gohan,” Trunks said swinging the door of the two bedroom apartment with a slight sigh of relief. “I thought you might be Dad back early from training.”

Gohan let out a laugh as he walked past Trunks and into the living room of the apartment. “I was wondering why you had that constipated look on your face.” He said as he plopped down on the couch, flashing the same huge grin that his father always had.

Trunks laughed back in response, closing the door of his dad’s apartment behind him. After defeating Cell in the future and ensuring that things settled down, he had returned to the past in hopes of getting to know his father better, since he hadn’t had much of a chance during the battle against Cell. Several years had passed since his previous visit. Gohan was about the same age as he was and his past self had grown into a slightly more recognizable mini-him. They’d decided not to explain exactly who Trunks was, they figured the kid would just get confused. Vegeta had surprisingly offered to have Trunks stay with him for a while, in hopes of ensuring that his “Saiyan heritage be passed on” or some such nonsense. They occasionally trained together and spent some quality time, and it was obvious that Vegeta was making a conscious effort though his naturally withdrawn and calloused nature made his overtures somewhat clumsy.

Trunks appreciated the effort though and loved to spend time with his father whether it was training or just hanging around the apartment and listening to stories from the Saiyan home planet. One of the things he loved even more was spending time with the other Saiyans, Goku and his sons. There were few things he enjoyed more than the six of them; Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, Little Trunks and himself venturing out into the woods during camping trips to bring back enough food to feed a city and eating it for a contest in a matter of minutes. In contrast to the difficulty of life after the androids attacked, Trunks was too happy for words.

Since Gohan and Trunks were about the same age they got along pretty well. The two of them had spent more and more time together, becoming extremely close friends. At first Trunks felt awkward, since Gohan had been his teacher during the android attacks but he soon warmed up to this younger slightly less battle-hardened version of the half-Saiyan. The two quickly became inseparable, and spent as much time as they could together, sharing every single activity they could think of.

“So, you got any new ones?” Gohan asked, his hand moving to his groin to shift things around a bit. “Or will we have to make do?”

Trunks smiled sitting on the coach next to Gohan and reaching beneath the cushions to pull out a shoe box that was filled with an assortment of DVDs. “Nah, same old same old, take your pick.”

Gohan wasn’t the least bit shy to begin feeling himself through the thin fabric of his shorts, slowly working up an erection that, with their Saiyan blood, could possibly last hours. This hadn’t been the first time they’d have a session like this. Though in the beginning it had taken several months of talking about porn and chicks before they both worked up the courage to jack off in front of each other. Now though, they didn’t give it a second thought, and their usual masturbation session occurred almost once a week. They almost always used Vegeta’s apartment, since the Saiyan Prince was usually already out training. They always had to plan a little while ahead since their Saiyan blood meant that it could take quite a while before they finally reached orgasm and then of course, there was always the cleanup.

“Uhhhh,” Gohan said to himself as he glanced through the box, simultaneously slipping his shorts over his knees. He hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear and his semi-hard dick sprung out as soon as the elastic waistband cleared it. “I think I’ll go for the nurse one.” He said scratching his balls absentmindedly before slowly beginning to pump his throbbing cock to full size.

“This one again,” Trunks said barely fazed at all by Gohan’s nudity. “You chose this one last time.”

“That’s because it's my favorite,” He said with one of those huge goofy grins.

Within no time a busty babe in a nurse dress and hat was staring at them through the TV, her breasts pressed together as she talked in a high voice to some patient who no doubt she’d be servicing in the next few minutes. Trunks took his seat next to Gohan, their legs touching slightly despite the fact he could have sat over a foot away from the other half-Saiyan.

Trunks quickly threw off his own shorts, quickly catching up to Gohan as he beat his own steadily growing member. For a moment, his eyes trailed off the porn playing on the screen and glanced down at Gohan’s hand furiously pumping away with super human speed, which caused him to spring to full mast in an instant. He wasn’t worried about Gohan getting weirded out, they had a mutual understanding of each other when it came to sexuality. Neither of them were really concerned about if the other thought they were gay or not, because both of them knew the other wasn’t, not that it mattered in the first place. They both understood that sexuality was a lot more complicated then “straight” or “gay” or “bi.” All they cared about was getting off, and if that meant looking at another dude’s dick, that was cool by them. After all that didn’t really count as gay if you got turned on by the sight of another guy’s penis; it was like getting happy when you look at a happy person. Neither of them held any kind of inhibitions or fears towards the other, they were just focused on having a good time and getting off.

This caused them to occasionally glance over at each other, studying and comparing each others bodies until both of them knew exactly how large the other’s muscles were, the veins in each others members, the thickness of their body hair, and the texture of their skin.

Trunks froze as he heard someone walk by the apartment door outside in the stairwell. Gohan ceased his pumping and they both scrambled for the remote. The steps soon receded as the person climbed the stairs and both young men relaxed again. They’d managed to escape getting caught by Vegeta, though one time Goku had walked in on them. The amiable Saiyan just laughed and joined in though, happy to be part of the fun and ready to show his older son and Trunks a thing or two.

“Trunks, if you don’t hand me some of that lube I’m gonna catch on fire,” Gohan said, his eyes still locked on the screen, biting down on his lower lip and he furiously pumped. “Get some for me will you?” He asked.

Trunks sifted through the porn treasure trove of the shoebox and pulled out a small bottle of lube that he quickly squirted onto his hand, reaching over without a word of warning to spread it directly onto Gohan’s pounding member, causing him to arch his back and moan in pleasure thrusting his hips forward as the strangeness of Trunks’s hand moved up and down his engorged shaft. He got the same reaction every time.

Trunks withdrew his hand after completely slathering Gohan’s cock and picked the bottle back up, giving it a good hard squeeze over his hand again. He froze as nothing came out, and let out a “Shit…” He chunked the bottle into nearby wastebasket, and glanced down at his quickly softening phallus. “I’m going to go to the store and get some more,” He said standing up and pulling his shorts on over his still engorged packaged.

“Alright.” Gohan said, eyes still locked on the screen but glancing over as Trunks’s trunks came up over his pink pubes, resting on the grooves where his hips met his freakishly toned abs. “Try to come back before I run out,” Gohan said as Trunks walked in front of him. The black haired college student gave Trunks a friendly slap on the ass as he passed while he continued with his other hand.

Several minutes passed before Gohan heard the sound of someone ascending the stairs and messing with the door knob. “Wow, that took you faster than usual-” He said as he stood up and turned around, freezing as he saw a much older Saiyan emerge from the doorway. There was no time to hide his throbbing member from Vegeta. With his shorts halfway across the room the best he could have done was try to pull his shirt over himself but there was no point in doing that since it wouldn’t help to hide anything after all. Despite his shock Gohan unwittingly continued to pump without realizing it as Vegeta glanced down at his swollen genitals.

“Gohan, what are you doing?” He said, his face filled with sudden embarrassment but his voice was not filled with accusation, but rather confusion.

“Oh, um. Me and Trunks were just, uh…” Gohan turned around and quickly switched of the TV which was still blaring the nurse’s erotic moans across the room. Gohan tried to turn back around and explain but couldn’t manage to spit the words out. “You know,” He said with nervous laughter, tugging on his still engorged penis a few times. He was surprised that Vegeta hadn’t exploded in response since the guy always seemed so uptight. Rather though, it seemed that Vegeta was almost completely unfazed by his nudity and more confused by his hard on. The older man still didn’t seem to understand Gohan, and he sighed before saying. “Jacking off?” Vegeta stared back with a blank expression. “Masturbating?”

Nothing seemed to be ringing any bells. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying boy.” The Saiyan Prince replied.

“You know, stroking your dick to make it feel like sex?” Gohan almost wondered if this was some kind of joke. His explanations seemed completely ridiculous.

“Don’t be preposterous,” Vegeta replied with a strained and slightly uncertain laugh. “You can’t do something like that.”

“Yeah, you can,” Gohan said giving Vegeta a weird look. He still didn’t understand why Vegeta wouldn’t just fess up that he knew what he was talking about, after all “everyone masturbates.”

“Well, I don’t!” Vegeta said almost defensively. He suddenly realized that Gohan was naked again and glanced down at his large package before looking back up at his face. He opened his mouth as if to ask a question and then stopped.

Gohan was steadily starting to believe that Vegeta honestly didn’t know how to “relieve himself.” As he rolled it over in his head he toyed with the idea that that may have been why the man was always so uptight. By the time Vegeta seemed to ask a question he was already convinced and quickly asked Vegeta the question he wanted to ask. “Do you want me to show you how?”

Vegeta seemed to be at a loss of words, his mouth hanging open as he fumbled with a response. “W-why yes I would like you to but I’ll have you know that I have no need for this sort of thing. I perfectly able of relieving myself the natural way.” Gohan let him hang on to his desperate defense and sat down on the couch, accidentally sitting on the remote and feeling the plastic against his bare ass. He reached underneath himself and pulled it out, flicking on the TV again. The moaning nurse, who was surrounded by the entire male med bay now quickly got Vegeta fairly hard beneath the shorts he was wearing. They seemed as if the seams were about to burst.

“Ok,” Gohan said, feeling somewhat silly for giving directions. “First, you need to take that off.” He said pointing to the shorts. Vegeta quickly stripped down to a pair of boxers. “And those too.” The Saiyan nervously removed his underwear, his giant cock now at full mast and far larger than his short height would have usually advertised. As Gohan marveled at the size he was reminded of his father’s massive member. Vegeta was a very close second.

“Alright, it's pretty simple.” He said, slowly pumping his own cock. “Just move your hand up and down like this.” Vegeta attempted to follow, but his motions were jerky and uncertain and often his fingers failed to grip hard enough at some places and gripped far too hard at others. Gohan was completely amazed as Vegeta continued to attempt to jerk himself at how incredibly horrible he was at it. Vegeta grunted and stopped, his arm falling on the armrest of the couch in frustration. “I don’t really see how this is supposed to-”

“Here, let me take care of it.” Gohan said, reaching over without warning as he and Trunks had done countless times and wrapping his fingers expertly around the other man’s shaft, quickly pounding away with perfect practiced precision with perfect pressure and speed.

Vegeta arched back against his couch, frozen momentarily as Gohan pumped his hungry cock, causing it to swell ever larger in the younger Saiyan’s hand. It reminded him of when his tail was pulled, except instead of being frozen in pain and shock it was pleasure. Eventually he regained control of his limbs and his hand wandered to the tangled mess of pubic hair at the base of his dick, his fingers brushing against Gohan’s thrusting fist. They traveled upwards across his compact abs, slipping beneath his shirt so that it pulled it up as he went higher and higher, his hands moving over his hardened nipples before he pulled off his shirt completely.

“I think I understand now,” Vegeta said, though it was hard for him to get his words out as he kept taking in gasps of pleasure. His hand wandered across the gap between them before it found Gohan’s still semi-hard cock and began to jerk it in the same way Gohan did. Gohan moaned in response and his member sprang to full attention again. He got up, pinning Vegeta down as he brought their cocks together, wrapping Vegeta’s hand around both their members and pulling his hand up and down before Vegeta took over completely “There you go. See, a lot easier than you thought right?” Gohan asked with a grin. Vegeta could barely break the fog of pleasure long enough to give an answer. As he felt a climax begin to slowly rise though they were interrupted by the door swinging open again.

Both Vegeta and Gohan quickly stood to their feet, though Gohan’s dick caught Vegeta’s on the way up, causing their penises to cross, Vegeta’s supported by Gohan’s. “Trunks! I-” Vegeta fumbled looking around for something to hide his embarrassment.

“Dad!” Trunks said, hiding the lube behind his back.

“Oh, sweet!” Gohan said, walking over to Trunks, his dick bouncing up and down slightly. He grabbed the bottle and put some on his hand, quickly lubing up his own cock before walking over to Vegeta. “Can you believe that your dad doesn’t even know how to jack off? I had to teach him when he caught me.” Then, he realized how quiet it was. He glanced up at Vegeta and Trunks who were frozen staring at each other waiting for a reaction. “Hey, I’m not about to stop here, I was almost done.” He said, beginning to pump at his inflated phallus again. “Here Vegeta, this will make it even better,” He said spreading lube on Vegeta’s cock and giving it a few tugs to spread it around better. With that both men seemed to loosen up and Trunks hesitantly removed his clothing walking over to Gohan to get some lube and give him a reach around. Gohan returned the favor, and now had both Vegeta and Trunks in both hands, while Vegeta’s hand came over to help Trunks with Gohan. They all eventually managed to end up at the couch again one way or another and the day wore on as they thrust into each others hands. It was all a blur of stroking themselves and each other, so much so that they weren’t even sure whose dick they had a hold of by the end of the day.

All of the clothing was eventually off, and their hands wandered over perfectly formed, bulging bicepts, pectorals, and abs admiring the grooves of each others bodies and exploring every single inch. Pleasuring each other with the same things that pleasured themselves, they were lost almost entirely in their ecstasy so much none of them would ever be able to completely recall the hours that passed.

Eventually though Vegeta announced that he felt something coming and both boys got up with him, standing in a triangle their cocks pressed up against each other as they continued to pound away. “Ugh, agh, EUUUGH!!!” Vegetta screamed and the boys felt a surge of sperm move up his shaft, causing a chain reaction in their own loins as all three exploded with a massive simultaneous orgasm. Gohan’s didn’t last too long but Trunks and Vegeta continued to shoot rope after rope of cum. Vegeta’s swollen balls let out far more than Trunks did, never having been unloaded properly for who knew how many years.

When at last they finished the room was absolutely covered. That wasn’t too unusual but not to the degree it was this time. With Vegeta’s lingering load the place was almost entirely eclipsed. Vegeta though seemed to have relaxed to the point it almost seemed unnatural. All of his usual tension had dissolved and he let out a sigh, stretching his arms up and stetching his back. Suddenly, he returned to his previous position, giving his son a hearty pat on the back. “Nice job Trunks, must be in the genes, eh son? A true Saiyan through and through.” He said grinning at his pink haired son with the kind of goofy smile you’d expect from Gohan or Goku. “Gohan,” He said turning towards Gohan now, his arm resting on the younger Saiyan’s shoulder. “I can’t tell you grateful I am. Surely I have missed quite a few years of enjoyment.”

“Hey, we usually get together every week, if you want to catch up,” Gohan said with a smile.