Chapter 02
Trunks gathered the other two pillows as Mirai started to lift Gohan’s body so it was more centered on the bed. Gohan moved himself up onto the pillows once they were settled. Mirai, seeing Gohan positioned and ready, seeing how Gohan looked at the both of them with need so evident on his face, just wanted to scream. Gohan looked so good, so open and just the brief touch Mirai had of his sweet skin was enough to drive him mad.
Mirai opened the syrup but the smell was so sickly sweet it almost made him gag. He moved it towards Trunks face but the young man twisted his face in distaste too. Mirai looked at Gohan incredulously. “You eat this stuff?” He asked, making a face.
Gohan laughed. “That was left from when Videl was still here.” He laughed. “Hey, you didn’t ask!” Mirai, making a face, threw it on the floor.
Trunks, laughing on his knees on the other side of Gohan’s body, waited for instruction from Mirai. Mirai pulled him close so that he had one knee between Gohan’s legs. Mirai leaned heavily into Trunks, both of them kneeling on the bed. Mirai whispered sensually into Trunks’s ear, so that only Trunks would hear, all the while caressing his ear with his lips and his hot breath, “I want us to go down on him together. We’ll lick up and down the sides of his cock. We’ll move his legs far apart so that we can touch him all over. Eventually, I’ll start on his anus with my fingers. There’s also something I want to try. You’ll know when it happens.” Mirai ended the instructions by teasing his tongue inside Trunks’s ear, causing Trunks to shiver. The whole time they whispered, Gohan watched as Mirai, leaning into Trunks, had lightly fondled the younger Saiyan’s nipples. Gohan thought if he watched them any longer together like that he might just lose his mind. They were too beautiful together, somehow very complete, exotic, precious. If Gohan hadn’t been in love, truly in love with them yet, that moment fixed it for him.
Mirai broke from Trunks’s ear and smiled at him. They both crawled towards Gohan’s erection and pulled his legs apart. The air on all of Gohan’s exposed flesh felt so good.
Mirai was the first to place his mouth on Gohan’s cock by flicking at the tip with his hot tongue. Trunks, on the other side, leaned in, Gohan already moaning, anticipating what they were going to do and just thinking that his body wouldn’t be able to take it. He watched as Trunks licked up from the base of Gohan’s cock up towards the tip. Trunks massaged Gohan’s balls gently as he did so.
Gohan moaned openly. He moved his head around on the pillows, his eyes opening and closing dreamily. The sheet covering his mattress was gripped in his strong fists. He panted, watching these two beautiful men, lick at him, up and down either side of his cock.
Mirai stayed at the top of Gohan’s cock, but moved over to the side a little, hoping that Trunks would go for the tip as well. Trunks trailed his tongue up his side for a while, but finally did go for the glistening tip as Mirai had hoped. Trunks felt Mirai’s hand on his back and knew that Mirai was going to try that thing he wanted. To Trunks's surprise, and Gohan’s agonizing pleasure, Mirai closed his mouth around Gohan’s tip and kissed Trunks at the same time. Trunks kissed back, around the head of Gohan’s cock. They started to turn their heads as they intensified the kiss, Gohan thinking he might die at any second.
Gohan, sat up, panting, “Guys, I’m going to cum, stop.”
Mirai, amusement on his face, stopped kissing and sucking to say, “Isn’t that the point?”
Gohan looked helpless. “But it’s too soon.”
Mirai smiled. Trunks looked at Gohan lovingly. Mirai encouraged, “Gohan, don’t worry. This is just the first orgasm of many.” He gave Gohan a sober look. “I promise.” He then placed his mouth over the agonized head of Gohan’s cock and Trunks did the same, resuming their kiss from before.
In just a breath’s space in time, Gohan threw his head back, screaming his lungs out as his body exploded into orgasm, the two lavender heads bobbing up and down his cock so that they could lick every drop. The wads of mattress sheet in Gohan’s hands ripped as his body shuddered with the force of that orgasm.
He felt a strong hand on his abdomen push him gently back down. He writhed as both men between his legs continued to lick and suck at him. They planned to get another orgasm out of him, and his nerves, even more sensitive after the orgasm, ached. He felt a finger reach gently between his cheeks, as another hand pushed his right knee up in the air.
Trunks did the same as Mirai had done with the knee on his side so that both of them now held Gohan’s knees up in air, freeing his opening to be massaged. Mirai’s mouth, moved down from the base of Gohan’s shaft, already becoming erect, and teased his lips over Gohan’s balls. He then continued down, so that he could start to probe with the tip of his tongue the tender flesh of Gohan’s opening. Trunks, alone on Gohan’s cock, took as much of Gohan as he could in his mouth.
Gohan moved his head back and forth on the pillows, crying out and moaning uncontrollably. His body was slick with sweat now. He sounded helpless in the cries wrenched from his body, thrilling the two men working on him.
Mirai, dug his tongue in as deep as it would go, trying to wiggle it in the tight space. Pulling it out, he then lick the rim relentlessly. Gohan felt weak all over from this, his moans sounding pained.
Gohan felt as if he were floating one moment and then that his body was covered in tiny pinpoints of light. His nipples stood out hard, his hair was unruly, every muscle twitched. He took in a deep breath then felt his body explode again, this time catching Trunks just as he was teasing the tip of Gohan’s cock with a pointed tongue, the cum shooting him in the face.
Mirai licked back up the already diminishing shaft and started to kiss Trunks, stopping every now and then to lick away at the cum on his face.
Gohan lay there watching them, spent for the moment. Trunks was aroused again and he couldn’t even imagine what Mirai was going through having never removed his jeans in the first place. Mirai whispered to Trunks again. Gohan loved watching them, knowing they were planning things for him, guessing at what they were planning and enjoying the delicious sight of Mirai fondling and teasing Trunks until he moaned.
Trunks sat on the edge of the bed. Gohan had a chance to stretch out his legs again, feeling good. He watched as Trunks reached for the cucumber and the canola oil.
Nervous now, Gohan looked at Mirai, who put a hand on Gohan’s thigh.
“Gohan, can you turn over for me?” Mirai gave him a reassuring smile, and even though Gohan was nervous, there was no way that he could refuse.
Mirai coaxed him with gentle pressure on Gohan’s thigh. Gohan sat up then spun around on his knees. He braced himself on his hands and knees, looking down at his pillows, waiting in trepidation.
“Maybe you want to face the edge of the bed?” Mirai asked him gently. He moved so that he was doing just that, Trunks standing in front of him. Trunks’s cock was just inches below his mouth. Gohan looked up at Trunks, who smiled down at him with all the love in his soul. Trunks knelt down and kissed Gohan tenderly, Gohan melting in the kiss. It was in mid kiss that he felt Mirai’s fingers massaging his anus, gentle pressure that felt so delicious. Mirai moved Gohan’s legs apart, staring at Gohan’s scrotum hanging, thinking it all looked so inviting. He applied a little oil to Gohan, and massaged his rim, making Gohan squirm against Trunks’s lips in ecstasy.
Trunks broke the kiss and stood up. It was obvious what he wanted.
Gohan put his lips over the tip of Trunks’s hard cock and teased it gently with his tongue.
Gohan felt a finger slip inside him and he moaned, loving the feel of everything happening to him.
Mirai undid his jeans and caught Trunks, mid-ecstasy, peeking at him. Mirai practically popped out of his jeans at the slight tug of his zipper, he was so hard.
Mirai continued to massage Gohan, slipping two fingers in and moving them in and out so that the oil would get in deep inside him. Mirai also applied some oil to the cucumber, as well as himself, and when he felt Gohan’s body relaxing to the delicious feeling of Mirai’s fingers inside him, he pulled them out and then started to push the cucumber inside him.
Gohan tensed up and Mirai, not removing what he had pushed in so far, massaged the area around his opening, whispering sweetly for Gohan to relax. Gohan removed his mouth from Trunks, who, although disappointed, knew Gohan needed attention.
He rubbed his hands though Gohan’s hair, telling him how beautiful he was. Gohan started to relax and Mirai pushed the cucumber in a little further.
Trunks sat on the bed next to Gohan and put his arms around Gohan’s neck so that he could kiss him sweetly. He had wanted to put his arms around Gohan’s neck and hold him all day – finally being able to do it felt so wonderful. His tenderness was helping Gohan to relax.
Trunks was kissing Gohan, sweet biting pecks, when Gohan moaned out, “Oh yes, Piccolo, shove your green cock deep inside me.”
Both versions of Trunks, shock on their faces, froze. Gohan, his eyes closed, opened one to peek at the reaction on Trunks’s face, and seeing it, started to shudder in a cackling laugh.
“Psych!” He said and then just cracked up. Trunks looked at him like he wanted to strangle him, and looked up to see Mirai, who had been shocked into stillness, start to laugh too. Gohan, laughing harder, fell on his face but managed, “Oh come on! Everyone thought that, didn’t they?!” He then cracked up again.
Mirai and Trunks cracked up too, Mirai, especially, looking at half the cucumber still sticking out of Gohan’s ass.
“So, you and Piccolo, eh?!” Mirai asked mischievously, when he was finally able to. Gohan just laughed uncontrollably.
“Hmm, I always thought Nameks didn’t have cocks. So tell me, does it feel like this when Piccolo fucks you?” Mirai moved the cucumber in and out of Gohan, whose laughter dissipated in moans of pleasure. Mirai hearing him moan like that had about all he was going to take so that he pulled the cucumber out and entered Gohan himself.
Gohan felt the difference immediately and rose back up on his arms, moaning in pleasure.
Trunks sat on the edge of the bed, no longer laughing, just watching Mirai make love to Gohan. The look on Mirai’s face spoke volumes. This was something he had wanted to do for a very long time. He would come in no time at all, Trunks was sure. Trunks wanted Gohan to go down on him, but hearing the sounds Gohan was making in response to what Mirai was doing, he’d much rather just watch them.
Mirai started to moan uncontrollably, almost the same whimpering kind of sound ripping from him as Trunks had made, his scream wrenched from him as his body was racked in orgasm. He pulled Gohan’s hips into him for the final thrusts, Gohan cumming in response onto the bed below him. Gohan’s face looked so beautiful, his eyes closed, his lips bruised and red, his pale cheeks flushed. Trunks knew he loved Gohan now and could never look back after this day. He would love him forever.
Mirai collapsed onto Gohan’s sweaty back, his arms wrapping around him. His long hair was caught in the sweat on his brow, tangled in front of his eyes. Trunks leaned over and kissed Gohan’s shoulder, rubbing his forehead and nose against Gohan’s skin. Gohan just tried to catch his breath. He moved slowly out from underneath Mirai, who fell to the bed. Gohan wrapped an arm around Mirai’s back and torso, pulling him with him so that they could lie together on the length of the bed. When Mirai was laid out next to Gohan, Gohan sat up again and reached for Trunks’s wrist so that he could pull him near too. He had Trunks lay between him and Mirai, so that Gohan could finish Trunks off with his hand. Mirai turned around to rain kisses on Trunks shoulder, upper back and neck. Mirai brought a hand up in front of Trunks to fondle his nipples. Trunks started to cry out before too long, just being wedged between these two men enough to drive anyone over the edge.
When Trunks was spent, Gohan made him lie on his back to rest, then not leaving his position on the bed, propped himself over Trunks so that he could go down on Mirai.
He wasn’t too keen on the taste of himself all over Mirai’s cock, but he ignored it and the taste soon washed away in his own saliva. Mirai moaned loudly, moving against Gohan’s mouth. Trunks turned around to take Mirai’s moaning mouth in a long, delicious kiss, Trunks’s hands all over Mirai’s body.
Mirai, still overworked from all that had happened, came soon after that. Gohan lapped up his orgasm, and then, almost exhausted beyond reason, settled in next to Trunks, his arm reaching over both men. Trunks settled in too.
Mirai closed his eyes, leaning against Trunks’s shoulder with his face.
Before too long, all three men fell fast asleep.
* * *
Mirai was the first to stir, Gohan’s snoring becoming a little loud – he thought it was cute. He sat up and looked at how Trunks clung to Gohan and thought it was beautiful. His heart yearned for them both.
He was thirsty, and looked at the tray but didn’t want the wine, knowing it would only add to his thirst. He grabbed up the bowl that had contained ice but was now a bowl of water. He shrugged knowing there would be further opportunity to use ice on their bodies. He drank the full bowl of water, some of it spilling down the sides of his mouth.
He heard a disturbance in Gohan’s snoring and turned around to see Gohan open half an eye to look at him sleepily.
In a groggy voice he asked, “What are you doing?”
Mirai smiled. “I’m going to get some water downstairs. Want some?”
Gohan opened both eyes, his chin still resting against Trunks’s forehead. Trunks stirred in annoyance at the sound of their voices.
“Yeah, that would be great.” Gohan smiled warmly at Mirai. Mirai looked at him then, letting him know everything he had ever felt for Gohan. Gohan felt his breath quicken. No one had ever given him a look like that before, not even when Videl had believed she loved him.
Just then, Trunks’s arms tightened around Gohan’s waist and he looked down at the angelic face still sleeping. He looked back at Mirai, who smiled at him warmly and got up.
As Mirai went to get them all some cool water, Gohan settled his cheek against Trunks’s soft, silky hair and rested, almost falling asleep again.
In all the time he had been married to Videl, he had never felt such pleasure and tranquility.
* * *
All three men showered and got dressed once they were all awake and hydrated. Gohan’s bathroom was too small to accommodate more than one person in the shower stall comfortably, so they decided to skip the water fun.
Actually, they were all pretty exhausted, none of them realizing that much of it was due to the emotions that the encounter had filled them with. There was a lot to think about here.
Gohan suggested Mirai and Trunks go downstairs to watch some TV while he straightened up the bedroom. He opened the window to air it out. He gathered the mattress sheet to throw it away and then put fresh bedding on. He came back downstairs with what remained of the tray.
Both Mirai and Trunks sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the portable TV. Gohan didn’t even have a couch.
When Gohan had put the tray back in the kitchenette, and came out to join them, Mirai looked up at him. “Gohan, this place sucks. You need to get another house, sell this.”
Gohan shrugged. “I guess you’re right. I just haven’t been up to much in the last couple of months. I guess the time is right.”
Trunks looked up at him shyly and Gohan smiled to reassure him. He couldn’t help the way he sounded when anything alluded to the break-up. He was pretty much over the grief but full into the bitterness phase of his recovery.
Mirai tried again. “I think, well, we could all get a bigger house.”
Gohan looked at him, surprised. Trunks did the same.
The look on Mirai’s face begged for a favorable response.
Gohan sat crossed-legged on the floor next to them but his soreness from earlier forced him to re-position himself so that most of his weight sat on the side of his thigh.
Mirai continued, “If you are worried, I don’t think anyone would really question it. Everyone knows we are friends.”
“No, that’s not it. It’s just, well,” Gohan looked up, “will you stay? Are you going back?”
“I’d like to stay.” Mirai turned around to Trunks. “Would that be all right?”
Trunks was amazed that Mirai thought he had to ask him. Trunks looked at him shyly. “I’d be ok with that.”
Mirai hugged him — just a simple hug. It felt good to be held that way so Trunks didn’t move away but looked at Gohan’s face instead. Gohan smiled, happiness evident on his face.
Gohan looked at the empty living room and would be happy to leave it all behind him. A fresh start with these two men that he felt such love for would be, perhaps, the best thing for him.
Plus, there was still so much he wanted to try.
He kissed Trunks, Mirai breaking the hug to look. Mirai leaned in and Gohan turned and gave him a kiss too.
Both versions of Trunks wrapped their arms around him.
They all couldn’t wait to start their lives together.
