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~ Where Saiyan Hearts Thrive ~
Learning New Things
by Dharma Serenity
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Trunks decides to help Gohan to relax and get some experience before his wedding.
Chapter 01
“We need to have sex right now!” Gohan looked across the booth at Trunks and turned crimson.“Trunks! Keep it down!” Gohan darted looks around the busy diner, wondering if anyone noticed his younger brother and his younger brother’s best friend being quite loud and obnoxious.
Goten laughed at his brother’s crimson face. Trunks was too fixated on the group of girls he was staring at out the window to notice Gohan’s embarrassment. Trunks obviously was in quite a state. He hadn’t stopped talking about sex since the young men met for lunch that day, Gohan’s treat.
“Come on, bro! Lighten up. Geez, you’ve been wound up tight since you’ve been taking your finals. Can’t wait for them to be over!” Goten rolled his eyes. He then violently nudged Trunks in the rib.
Trunks spun around. “Quit it, Goten.” He barely got it out before Goten nudged him again. Goten was about to get punched in the ribs but then Trunks finally noticed Goten gesturing with his chin at the girl that had just walked up to the front counter of the diner. Trunks nearly drooled all over his friend.
“Isn’t that Angelica?”
“Yep! In all her ripe glory.” Goten looked at his lavender headed friend. “I’m going for it.”
“Fuck you! You don’t have the guts.”
“Actually, I already have.” Goten slid out of the booth. “I spoke to her yesterday after band.” Goten winked at his incredulous friend and turned to go.
Gohan turned his head to see the girl. He got a sharp kick to his knee. “Ow! Hey Trunks, what was that for?”
Trunks leaned back looking cocky. “Be cool, man, don’t look at them.”
Gohan leaned on the table, towards the straw in his milkshake. Resignedly, “OK.” Then he took a sip from his vanilla shake.
Trunks restlessly put his arms up along the back of the booth and resumed his staring outside but it seemed the earlier group of girls were already gone. Of course, at this time of day, there were plenty of others for him to gawk at.
Gohan started to regret his decision to ask them out to lunch. He might as well have not been there for all they cared. He figured that they were at the peak of their hormones and knew what that was like himself, but still, it was rather annoying. His thoughts were interrupted by one grey eye turned his way.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Trunks shrugged his shoulders. Gohan resumed his sipping.
Trunks looked out the window again. “Gohan? How’s Videl?”
“She’s OK.” Gohan got a little excited. “She’s really busy working on her final paper, it’s on the War of the Roses. She’s going to concentrate it on the way Richard III was falsely labelled a villain..”
Trunks groaned dramatically, rudely interrupting Gohan. Gohan’s forehead knit in annoyance.
“I don’t mean what fucking paper she’s writing. I mean, how is she?”
Gohan’s eyes widened as they usually did when he was perplexed by something. It was at times like this that he most resembled his father.
Cautiously, “I guess she’s ok.” Gohan hunched his shoulders, then, still looking puzzled, he bent down to take another sip of his milkshake. Trunks smirked out of the corner of his mouth, regarding Gohan with a devilish look on his handsome face.
“So, she gives good head, then?”
Gohan choked, spitting milkshake all over the table and coughing furiously. He grabbed at his throat, his face turning purple. Trunks barely reacted. Goten returned to the table, reaching over Trunks to grab his jacket that was stuffed in to the corner of the booth.
Goten barely contained his excitement as he gave Trunks a, “See ya!” As he turned to go away, he saw his brother helplessly choking on milkshake, and said, “Aha, hmm, bye Gohan.” He was gone in an instant, leaving his poor brother to struggle for breath. Trunks merely turned to look back out the diner window, waiting for Gohan to regain composure.
After a couple of minutes, Gohan fully recovered. He continued to make clearing noises in his throat as he took a napkin to wipe the tears from his eyes.
“Oh, Honey! Let me get that for you.” The waitress grabbed up the remains of Gohan’s milkshake and gave the table a deft wipe with a wet rag. “I’ll get you a glass of water, Hon.”
Gohan gave his throat one last clearing noise and put down his napkin. He glared at Trunks across the table.
“Don’t ask me such questions like that.” Hard black eyes bored into Trunks. Trunks gave Gohan a brief look, trying to remain cool. For some reason, he felt his heart give a tiny leap. He ignored it and looked out the window.
“What’s the big deal or doesn’t she?”
Gohan nearly exploded but noticed the waitress as she approached with his glass of water.
“There you are Hon. Can I get you boys anything else?” They both shook their heads “no” and she put their check on the table. Gohan glanced at the check bitterly, and started to pull out his wallet, saying nothing.
“Well?”
Gohan leaned in, fury in his eyes and whispered, “Cut it out Trunks! I don’t like it!”
Trunks looked angrily at Gohan. Then he sneered at Gohan much like his father had many a time at Gohan’s father.
“You used to be real cool, Gohan. You were even fun. Now, you are just a great big nerd!”
Gohan sat up looking embarrassed and hurt. He had been hearing a lot of the same thing lately from Goten and he was getting sick of it.
Trunks leaned in. “What the fuck is so wrong talking about girls? It’s healthy!” Gohan started to blush again. He tried avoiding the cold, hard gray eyes staring at him over the Formica table.
Trunks was having none of it. “Well, does she give good head or not?”
“NO! Now go fuck yourself!”
Gohan threw the twenty he had grabbed out of his wallet on the table and got up, storming out of the diner. Trunks was hot on his heels. Out on the sidewalk, Trunks ruthlessly grabbed Gohan’s arm and spun him around, startling his older friend.
Pinkness was gathered on Gohan’s fair cheeks. He looked flushed and miserable and Trunks couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. After all, Gohan had always been a good friend. He knew that he had a lot of pressure to do well in school and then the wedding coming up in just 6 months was weighing heavy on Gohan’s mind but Trunks didn’t like what was happening to his friend. He never seemed to have fun any more. He never seemed carefree or easy to laugh. He studied all the time or he visited Videl at her home. He never hung out anymore or even sparred.
Trunks gave Gohan a concerned look. “No?”
Gohan put his hands in his pockets, bending his head down to look at the ground. “No, we.. don’t.”
When nothing else was forthcoming, Trunks snuck a look under Gohan’s downcast face, forcing his friend’s face back up.
“You don’t what?”
“We don’t…” Gohan blushed even further and looked almost ashamed. “We don’t have sex.” He looked down again, this time just with his eyes. “We never have. Videl, she wants to wait.”
Trunks gave a heavy sigh. “Wow, Gohan, that sucks.” He sheepishly regarded his friend. “No pun intended.” Gohan looked up angrily but then had to laugh at the mischievous glint in his friend’s eyes. It was almost a release to laugh and he did so further.
Both young men gave themselves over to laughter. After a few moments, Trunks continued seriously, “Gohan, do you want to wait?”
Gohan looked uncomfortable but seemed a little more willing to be open about the subject. Actually, he started to look like he could use a good talk.
“Well, I guess, I mean, I never have, so I don’t really know what I’m missing, you know?”
Trunks noticed how busy the street was around them. He didn’t have another class until 3 pm and knew that Gohan was actually done for the day and would only head home. “Hey, look, Mom and Dad are out for the afternoon and won’t be back until very late. Let’s go over to my house and talk.”
He gave Gohan a reassuring and friendly smile, “You look like you could use it.”
Gohan smiled at Trunks, a dimple playing at the corner of his mouth. “Thanks Trunks, that would be cool.”
* * *
Trunks lead the way into his immaculate bedroom. Trunks may be a bit of a teenaged brat but he was rather fastidious about his looks and possessions. He rolled a comfy, leather computer chair at Gohan and got on his bed, propping up pillows behind him. Gohan sat and looked at the room around him, noting all of Trunks personality proudly displayed. There were numerous photos of him and Goten hanging around and partying pinned to a cork board over the desk. Various barbells and weights were gathered near a closet, on the clean hardwood floor. Besides some books and cds neatly arranged on a shelf, the rest of the room seemed “put away.” The colors of the walls and bedding were dark — all blacks and burgundies.
“So,” Trunks played with a soccer ball on his lap, twirling it between the forefingers of both hands. He was partially inclined on the bed, his ankles crossed. “you were saying something about not really knowing what you were missing?” Trunks gently prodding at his friend, looked at him hopefully. He hoped that Gohan wouldn’t clam up on him.
Gohan blushed again but didn’t look as agitated as he had when out in public. “Well, no? You know?”
“Not really.” Gohan looked at Trunks uncomfortably. Trunks back peddled slightly, knowing he just sounded a little pompous. “I mean, well, you do masturbate, don’t you?” Trunks REALLY hoped the answer would be yes or he wasn’t going to know what to say, now that the question was out of his mouth.
Gohan’s cheeks turned bright red and he looked at his own shoes. In a quiet voice he said, “Yes.” But stopped there.
Trunks sighed in relief inwardly. He thought about what he should ask next as he regarded his friend in all his discomfort.
“Well, obviously you like that, don’t you?”
Gohan hesitated just a moment. “Yes.”
“Well, wouldn’t you want her to do that to you.”
Gohan looked a little exasperated. “Well, yes, of course I do.”
“Have you tried to get her to.. you know, touch you?”
Gohan turned his red face to look out Trunks’s bedroom window. “Yes but she wouldn’t.”
Trunks said nothing, waiting his friend out.
Gohan continued. “I tried several times but she seems really shy when it comes to that. She may be this tough girl outwardly but when we are alone… she said she wanted to experience everything for the first time on our wedding night.” He looked at Trunks defensively. “She has that right!”
“Yeah, Gohan, he does but don’t you want to kind of, impress her, on your wedding night?”
Gohan looked at his feet again. “Yes, I guess I do.”
Trunks waited a beat to let the thought float out there, letting Gohan think first what he was about to put into words.
“Well, how are you going to do that if you don’t know how to in the first place?”
Gohan looked up angrily, his pride a bit ruffled. “I do KNOW how. I just haven’t done it yet,” his voice got smaller, “is all…”
“You know, Gohan, it’s a bit more than just sticking your cock into her. There’s foreplay and..” Gohan got up quickly, banging the chair into Trunks’s desk and started to pace. Trunks stopped not wanting his friend to just bolt. He watched Gohan for a moment, noticing the high-buttoned shirt collar and tie, the sweater vest and loafers, the thick-rimmed glasses. He never really thought about it before but even Gohan’s appearance was slowing changing, becoming more withdrawn and “geekish.” Gohan was lucky he already had Videl. The way he was looking he would be hard pressed to find another girlfriend. Then Trunks had a fleeting memory of how Gohan had looked that time on the battlefield against Buu, in his orange gi. No one, looking at Gohan now, would be able to tell now that that was the same man. He knew his friend was quite capable of getting girls too, just from his stint at Orange Star High and all the girls that were after him there. What had happened to Gohan? Was it just all the pressure?
Trunks sat up, placing his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the floor and leaning each elbow on a knee, the soccer ball twirling between his fingers as a thought apparently made its way to the forefront of his mind. Gohan almost stopped but motion was saving him further embarrassment so he continued his pacing, although at a slower pace, waiting for Trunks to articulate his thought.
“Look, Gohan, I’m no expert, but I have been with a few girls already. There’s just a lot you need to know.” He looked at Gohan, “You need to know how to pleasure a girl. They don’t normally cum while you are inside them. You have to know how to touch them, where to touch them, you have to use your fingers, your tongue…” Trunks felt heat creep up his neck and tried to control his voice from becoming husky as he spoke the words out loud.
He thought, Man, am I horny. I need it bad. Maybe I should call..
“THAT’S IT!”
Gohan, face flushed, nearly jumped a foot in the air at his friends sudden outburst. He nervously and loudly asked, “What’s it?”
Trunks jumped up so he could pace too, deep in thought. Gohan stopped pacing to move out of the way, letting Trunks have all the small pacing space there was. He scratched the back of his head, looking uncomfortable, as he waited for Trunks’s answer.
Trunks spun around and tossed the soccer back onto the bed. The intensity of his gray eyes, almost lustful, gave Gohan a start deep in his chest.
Why is he looking at me like that? Gohan worried.
Trunks smirked, looking impish. “Obviously, you need to lose your virginity, right?” Gohan looked frightened now and shook his head, hoping that would make Trunks stop what he was about to say. Trunks carried on, “Well, you’re going to lose your virginity tonight, in this house!”
“WHAT?!?” Gohan looked comical as the horror of whatever Trunks was about to suggest played with his mind.
Trunks cracked up, doubling over. When he regained composure, he stood up, looking ecstatically happy. Again, for some reason that Gohan couldn’t quite define, his heart and stomach lurched deep inside him.
“Cassandra and Alexis.” Trunks almost placed his fists on his hips but then thought that might look too pompous, even though he was rather proud of himself.
Gohan just looked confused. Again, he looked incredibly like his father Goku. “What?”
“Cassandra and Alexis,” Trunks said as if Gohan was dense or something. He continued, “The two most luscious, adventurous, and easiest of twin sister nymphomaniacs at Orange Star High School.”
Gohan looked a little disappointed and uncomfortable. “What about them?”
A dimple lighted on Trunks cheek. “I’m going to give them a call.” And with that, he made his way to the phone on his bedside table. He explained himself as he started to dial the phone. “Look, my parents are going to be out all night, and I know Bra’s going to go out too to take advantage of that. I’m going to call Cassandra, who reeeaallly has the hots for me and I’m going to suggest that I’m going to be reeaaaallly happy if she were to bring her sister Alexis over for my friend Gohan..”
Gohan nearly tackled Trunks. “Whoaa, hold on there little bro.” He became all embarrassed grin, eyes tightly sealed into slits, as he scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know that that’s such a good idea,” he giggled uncomfortably.
Trunks was having none of it. “Look Gohan, you’re doing this. These girls are beautiful and they will do it, no questions asked.” He noticed the panicked look building on Gohan’s face. “Trust me and they’re safe sex practitioners!” He laughed as he said this, not noticing that it only made Gohan all the more uncomfortable. As Trunks finished dialing, he looked at the contents of the drawer in his bedside table, ignoring the imploring look that Gohan was giving him. Trunks pulled out a couple of packets of condoms and tossed them at Gohan. “Pick out the ones you want.”
* * *
Trunks watched as Gohan tried to wear a groove in the rug. They were in the master bedroom, waiting for the bell to ring. Gohan was sweating, fogging up his glasses. Trunks just lay on the bed, giddy with the promise of a good fuck and the happiness he would receive doing a good deed in getting Gohan laid and really laid at that!
Trunks had slept with both sisters, so he knew that they would both feel comfortable naked in his presence. He knew that both girls were adventurous and really enjoyed pleasuring the guys they chose to be with. Gohan was in for a treat.
He knew that they would also find Gohan really cute too – they were both suckers for well-muscled bodies, and despite Gohan’s outward appearance, Trunks knew his friend was powerfully muscled. The only worry he had was if, out of nerves, Gohan would be able to get it up. Especially since Trunks was going to be in the same room fucking the other sister. It took some convincing but Gohan seemed to give in on the decision. Trunks explained it was the only way that he could get Alexis to agree to just sleep with his friend that she hadn’t even met – he described it over the phone to Cassandra (and to Gohan’s horror) as a rather kinky night. Gohan was just frightened in general by the whole thing – having Trunks in the same room fucking another girl was the least of his worries.
The bell rang and Gohan gave a high-pitched yelp. “Relax, Gohan.” Trunks jumped out of bed. On his way to the door, he gave Gohan’s shoulders a rough massage. “You’ll do fine. Just stay calm and let Alexis take the lead, she won’t mind.” With that, Trunks headed out the bedroom but not before he gave Gohan a flirtatiously impish grin.
Gohan giggled uncontrollably and paced some more.
