Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

The first three times my phone rings, I don’t answer it. I’ve avoided going back to my dorm; Goten’s got a key and I just don’t know if I can face him right now. My life went from fucked up and predictable to just plain fucked up. I mean, Gohan was all but going to fuck me. It couldn’t have been more plain if he’d printed it out and handed it to me with my next essay assignment.

Keep screwing up, Trunks, and you’re going to get fucked. Regards, Son-sensei.

Shaking my head, I stare at the top of my to-go coffee and play with the little pop-top that forms the mouth. I ditched campus altogether for the sanctuary of a hole-in-the-wall café off a side street in town. Not my normal haunt, Goten won’t look for me here.

My phone rings a fourth time. Sighing, I flip it open and stare at the number. Of course it’s Goten. Who else was I expecting? Gohan?

That brings me up short. I really don’t know what to do and that’s a problem. My family doesn’t deal well with variables. It’s probably the primary reason my father despises Goten’s dad. Son Goku is just one big what-the-fuck-are-ya-gonna-do-next and Papa just can’t deal. He needs routine. He needs to know when he wakes up in the morning that certain fundamental truths exist.

Like Son Gohan being a softie. Yeah, ok, he’s been a pain in my ass this semester, but I never thought of that literally.

Then there’s the bit Goten slipped in there about fucking around with his brother and I just don’t know which way is up anymore. Nothing’s like I thought it was.

My phone chirps and I glance down at the alert. Steeling myself, I hit ok, skimming the text.

Left ur bag at ghns off. Pick up @ my apt?

Shit, I run a hand through my hair and stare at the blocky little letters. It’s only Monday; I’m gonna need about half a dozen things in that bag before Wednesday. Fucking stupid of me to have left it–

Not that I didn’t have more pressing matters on my mind. You know, like Gohan’s hard cock against my ass.

Wait, I didn’t mention he was hard? Oh, right, there was that good ole pain lancing through my arm at the time. Must’ve neglected to make a mental note of it.

Groaning, I flop back in the seat. This is just ridiculous. I’ll just be nice to him from now on. He can’t pull that shit if I don’t give him reason, right? I know I’m a cocky bastard sometimes; if I just tone it down, there shouldn’t be a problem.

Right…?

Closing and pocketing my phone, I down the rest of my cold coffee and stand. How long is that gonna last? I inherited way too many special talents from my father for that to hold. It’s like I got a gift for pissing people off. Normally, that doesn’t bother me. Today…

Things could be just a little easier and I’d be totally ok with that.

Seriously, Dende. Easier’d be awesome. I’ll bake you cookies or something the next time I see you if you’d back off on the weirdness.

Somehow, I’m not convinced he’s listening.

Goten’s apartment is in another city entirely. Flying usually helps me clear my head but it’s not working today. Can’t fucking imagine why. Landing on his balcony, I slide the door, stepping into his kitchen. He keeps it unlocked for me so I don’t have to use the stairs and risk being seen. Having one of the most recognizable faces on the planet has its drawbacks, you know.

It’s dark; the light above the stove isn’t even on. But it’s clean and that makes me pause. Goten’s apartment is never clean ,ever. It just doesn’t happen. He’s not a slob but there are just some things Son Goten can’t do, like keep an ordered space.

I actually have a moment where I think I’m in the wrong apartment and almost freak. Then, I see the stupid little orange plaid potholders my mother got him for a house warming gift hanging on a peg by the cabinet. I didn’t even know you could hang them up. And I swear the peg is new.

My brow furrows. What the fuck is going on?

Distrust keeps me quiet; I pull the door shut silently and ease my way toward the light coming from the main room.

My ears pick up the sound of voices and it keeps me from rounding the corner. I hadn’t been concentrating on the ki around me and I know my father would have my head for it. Always a battle somewhere and all that, but it’s Goten’s place, for fuck’s sake. I don’t go around feeling everyone’s ki. That’s a hair short of molestation in my opinion.

And the reason I didn’t realize that Goten wasn’t alone in the next room.

“–think you’re being a little hard on him, Niichan.”

“He’s insolent and arrogant, Goten! He pushes my buttons–I swear he wants me to lose my temper!”

My best friend sighs. “That’s not true, Gohan. C’mon. He’s always been like that–“

“And it’s about time someone told him no. I’m his teacher, Goten. He’s got to get rid of the attitude if he wants to get anywhere in life. I don’t care if his father is the prince of the universe, that doesn’t work in the real world.”

“But you were my brother first, Niichan. Trunks has known you his entire life. It’s weird that you’re suddenly pulling rank on him.”

Gohan says something I can’t catch and the couch creaks. The refrigerator kicks on beside me, and I jump. It forces me closer to the living room.

“You’re so tense, Gohan…”

There’s a soft grunt and the sound of shifting.

“I think you’re pent up.”

“What?!”

“I said I think you’re pent up, sexually frustrated, and I think you find Trunks-kun attractive.”

I blush so deep I hardly feel like myself. Deny it, Gohan. Tell your perverted little brother that he’s wrong.

“I think that’s why you’re so hard on him because deep down inside you want to fuck him.”

I fix a hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound. Dude! Goten!

“Goten!”

“It’s true, isn’t it? That’s why you freaked out when he said the thing about sucking you off. Because you liked the idea a little too much and you think it’s wrong to want one of your students. Even if it’s Trunks-kun.”

“G-goten!” Gohan stammers. I hope that’s indignation in his voice. Please, Dende. It’s impossible to tell without seeing his face and I can’t risk being seen after all this.

Goten, I’m so going to kill you. You set this whole thing up. I should’ve known. I, of all people, know the innocence gig is just an act. You learned from the best.

“C’mon, Niichan,” Goten says. There’s a whining note in his voice that sets my instincts on edge. I know this tone. He wants something. “I don’t like that you guys aren’t getting along. He’s my best friend and you’re my brother. I hate feeling like I’m in the middle of it.”

Gohan’s voice softens. “Goten, I–“

“Is there anything I can do to help? I wouldn’t mind…”

“Goten…”

“Shhh, Niichan. You need this, believe me. You get so aggressive when you go too long. That’s not good for anybody.”

“Go–“ Gohan’s breath hitches tellingly. Oh my fucking–he’s not, is he? IS HE?

I don’t know whether to turn my ass right around or walk into the living room. Unless I’m a complete fucking perv, Goten’s in there jerking off his brother.

My legs feel a little shaky. I mentioned that thing about Son on Son, right? How it’d be the ultimate porn? Hardly matters that Gohan is my nemesis–he’s gorgeous. They all are. If I’m cursed with a sarcastic wit, the Sons are blessed with sexiness.

For, like, the fifteenth fucking time today, I don’t know what to do.

“Come on,” Goten says with odd clarity that makes me think he’s not just talking to his brother. “You know you want to. I won’t tell anybody…”

Removing my hand from my mouth, I take a shallow breath. I’m not used to Goten taking control. It’s bizarre. I’m usually the one piloting the schemes.

“It’ll be our secret.”

Gohan chuckles. “Goten, don’t make it sound so dirty.”

Yeah, Goten. Don’t make it sound so much like a porno. You’ve got a rapt audience of one over here and I don’t need the melodrama, just the small erotic noises you’re wringing out of your brother.

Aw, fuck. I’m hard. This is somehow worse than being tossed around in Gohan’s office. This I can control. I could walk away, unlike this afternoon, there’s nobody twisting my arm.

And that’s so much incredibly fucking worse I can’t even explain it.

“Close your eyes, Niichan. Yeah, that’s better. See? You’re already relaxing–well, in a manner of speaking.” He fucking giggles.Giggles! Goten, you shit!

“I guess…you’re right, Goten. I’ve just been–“ his breath catches and he sighs. “–really tense lately.”

“I know,” my best friend says quietly. “But you need to stop taking it out on Trunks-kun, Niichan. He thinks you hate him.”

“I don’t hate him.” Gohan’s voice has lost its strength, pulling me to the edge of the wall. If I go any further, I’ll be seen.

I wish I knew if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“He’s just too pretty.”

“Yeah…I like to look at him, too. You looked good today in your new clothes, Gohan. I heard some of your students talking about it on campus.”

A soft laugh. “Really? I didn’t think it made that much of a diff…ah…mmm…”

“I’m glad you went out with me. Trunks-kun was busy all weekend writing that paper for you.”

If that’s Gohan panting, I think I might cum in my pants. I’ve never had a teacher fetish. There are hardly any professors at Curry worth lusting over; most have worked their entire lives gaining enough credentials to even apply for a teaching position. Son Gohan broke records across the board when he was hired at twenty-five. There was speculation he had talents in more than one field, if you know what I mean but I knew better. He’s just fucking brilliant.

If I’m objectively honest with myself, that is a turn on.

“It wasn’t a bad paper.”

“So, you think you’ll raise his grade?”

Shifting. “I don’t know about that…”

“You really gonna make him suck you off, Niichan?”

“Goten–“

“Well…it’s what you want, isn’t it? Trunks-kun? Would you want him dominant or submissive?”

A growl. “Goten.”

“C’mon, Niichan,” Goten soothes. “It’s just you and me. You can tell me.”

“But you tell Trunks everything.”

“No, I don’t. I never told him that I let you fuck me.”

I fall back against the wall in shock. I’m not sure how much longer my legs’ll hold me.

Goten…I knew you were kinky. I mean, I suspected it. We never really talk about that stuff because it’s awkward and I’m afraid we’ll end up doing something we can’t take back.

That leads me to a realization I’m not sure I’m prepared for; however, it takes full advantage of my defenseless moment to smack me across the face.

All along I thought it was Goten that wanted me, but…what if it’s the other way around? What if Goten’s so interested in his big brother that he never even thought of me like that?

He’s giving me the opportunity to find out, isn’t he? He’s laid Gohan out on a silver fucking platter and asked me if I’m hungry.

I’m Saiyan; we’re always hungry.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I try to pull on any amount of inherent dignity I possess and step into the doorway.

“I think he’d be good with his mouth, don’t you?” Goten whispers into his brother’s ear, supporting his head with his arm. Sitting on the couch beside him, pressed against him, they’re close enough to kiss. Gohan’s eyes are blessedly closed.

I swallow hard and take an uncertain step forward.

Goten smiles softly in my direction. His hand comes off his brother’s cock long enough to put a finger to his lips.

Shhhh.

Gohan turns his head that tiny bit and Goten’s eyes slide shut as their lips meet. The arm behind his brother’s head slides further; bending at the elbow, his hand caresses the skin at the man’s collar.

Gohan groans. I can’t even believe he lets his brother do this. It’s like everything I thought I knew about either of them is complete bullshit.

“Would you want him to call you sensei?”

“Yes…” Gohan whispers, so soft I’m moving closer to hear it. Around the coffee table that’s been suspiciously moved away from the couch, to Goten’s side.

“That gets you hard, doesn’t it?” Goten murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically seductive. His dark eyes flicker up to mine invitingly.

I’ve never wanted to kiss my best friend until now. Licking my lips, I lean down; he arches back to meet me, stroking Gohan who’s seemingly oblivious. I wonder if he always keeps his eyes closed when they do this.

It’s soft between us, as though we’re both uncertain. There’s none of the control he exhibits with his brother and I wonder if he’s testing me to see how I’ll respond. Putting my hand on the couch beside his head, I press my weight and deepen the kiss. His lips open willingly and his tongue is beautiful. My lips still on him, he turns his head and when we part, I can feel Gohan’s breath against my cheek. I glance at Goten, the question obvious.

He nods and licks kittenishly at my neck as I bend closer.

Gohan’s mouth is firmer, more experienced, and he draws me in. His taste is something else entirely–but mine must be, too, right? Maybe it’s that he tastes like coffee or that he could care less about the details with his brother’s hand around his dick, that he doesn’t notice the difference between us.

Goten’s mouth on my neck makes me groan and I do a piss poor job of suppressing it. I don’t know my place in this unlikely triad; I feel like I don’t belong, like I’ve stumbled on something sacred that I don’t have a right to join but the two of them seem content to accept me, even if one of them probably thinks I’m someone else.

My best friend takes my free hand guides it down; I start as he encourages my fingers to curl around Gohan’s cock, his hand over mine. The man against my lips jerks as I stroke him. He’s as thick as I thought he’d be, long and as well-defined as the rest of him. Goten shows me how he likes it, sets the rhythm.

Gohan’s kisses are deeper, his mouth insistent. My position is awkward but god–so gratifying. Goten’s mouth is making me so hard I don’t trust myself. I don’t want to cum in my pants and ruin the party.

They groan simultaneously as I pull away. Straightening, I shrug off my jacket.

There’s a tiny, mischievous little smile on Goten’s mouth when he slips his hand over his brother’s thigh and parts Gohan’s legs. He arches a brow as though asking me what I want, like he’s actually offering the man up as a sacrifice.

Maybe I was wrong or maybe it’s just not as black and white as I thought it was–you know, with Goten’s loyalties. Maybe this is just as much retribution for me as recompense for Gohan’s putting up with all my snide remarks. He doesn’t go back to the hard, thick cock that pushes up proudly through the unzipped break in Gohan’s new slacks but gently strokes the muscle of his big brother’s thigh.

“Goten?” his brother groans, his head still tilted toward his sibling.

“Shhh, Niichan…I’m just deciding what to do with you.”

And so am I, I realize. As much as it appeals to my pride, it doesn’t seem right to fuck him. Why is it now, of all times, that I’m gaining respect for my teacher?

I blush like a fucking high schooler when I think about sitting in the man’s lap and riding him like an air bike.

Goten’s smirk dissolves into another one of his cute giggles.

“What would you want Trunks-kun to do, Niichan? Would you want his ass, his mouth…” His hand teases the end of Gohan’s cock and my teacher blushes the most amazingly sexy shade of red. “His cock?”

The older Son moves his arm around Goten’s waist and pulls him tight against his side. My best friend falls forward, nearly in his lap. His smile and laughter are genuine as he bumps noses with his brother.

“I knew I could loosen you up.” He traces his fingertip over the head of Gohan’s cock, gathering a solid bead of precum and pushes it against his brother’s lips.

My mouth goes slack as Gohan sucks it off. My pants are so tight as to be uncomfortable. I try not to shift and I can’t unbutton them–not yet. There’s no way he won’t hear me do it.

“But you haven’t answered me,” Goten pouts. I want to suck it right off his lower lip. I didn’t know my best friend could be sexy. It just seemed to run counter his normal character. That logical misconception is being quickly eradicated.

Gohan releases the finger and his head falls back against the couch cushion. His chest moves with his restraint; I have to admire it. If Goten were doing half the things he’s taunting his brother with to me, I would’ve shot after the question about calling him sensei.

My teacher swallows; his hand moves under Goten’s shirt to pet his side.

“You’re going to tease me relentlessly until I tell you, aren’t you?” he says, quiet and breathless.

“I know you have a thing for Trunks-kun, Niichan,” Goten states matter-of-factly, looking me in the eye. “You didn’t start to hate him until his voice dropped. When he stopped wearing those over-sized Capsule Corp. shirts. When he got tall enough to look you in the eye.” He grins and licks his brother’s ear. Gohan shivers. “You said his name once when I sucked you off.”

Gohan’s eyes open; I freeze, and Goten acts quickly, moving in front of him, his knee between his brother’s legs. It must have been fast enough, because the man doesn’t move.

“I did not.” His hand is on Goten’s lower back, playing with the waistline of his pants.

“You did too. When you came. You said Trunks. I heard you.”

“I’m his teacher, Goten. It’s not right.”

“You taught me, Gohan and you weren’t always his teacher.”

Carefully, I kneel on the floor at Goten’s back in case Gohan gets it in his head to look beyond the Saiyan black of Goten’s hair. I’ve never been so happy to see him keep it long.

“But there are ten years between us!”

My best friend laughs and shakes his head. “There are almost twelve between us.”

Gohan’s quiet for a long moment. Then, so softly, so beautifully, he states his final defense.

“I knew you were in love with him, Goten.”

I’m not sure I’m breathing and it doesn’t help that Goten doesn’t deny it. Somehow I’ve landed in this alternate universe where my biggest pornographic fantasy is commonplace and both the stars want a piece of me.

I’m so fucking lucky but they’re up there, and I’m down here and I don’t know exactly how to bridge the gap without killing the mood.

Goten’s shoulders are slumped, his head bowed in a way that makes me thankful I’m on the floor. I’m terrified that maybe he’s crying or something when his head pops up and his chipper voice fills the room.

“I can share, Niichan.”

Gohan laughs, running his hand up Goten’s back. “And what do you think Trunks would say to that?”

“Wanna ask him?”

“I think he might despise me after today, Goten. I wasn’t exactly…”

“Oh, come on, Gohan. He’s Saiyan, isn’t he? Are you seriously gonna try to tell me he didn’t like you being all controlling?”

“I-I don’t know,” he stutters, more like the Gohan I know.

“I think you should close your eyes and imagine it, Niichan,” Goten whispers. “Why don’t we find out?”

I meet Goten’s gaze when he pulls off his brother’s lap, sitting beside him again. He gives me an exaggerated look of relief and I almost laugh. It’s like we’re pulling the biggest prank ever and getting away with it. I just hope Gohan doesn’t kill us both when it’s all over.

“His mouth,” Gohan says, pulling our mutual attention to his gorgeous lips, full and swollen, and red. I want to kiss them again, longer this time, deeper.

Goten smiles like he knew all along and motions to me with his hand. Nodding, I ease forward as silently as I can until I’m between his legs, carefully not to bump his feet. Gohan’s cock may have softened a little during their heartfelt moment, but it’s quickly becoming hard again, even though neither one of us has touched it.

My best friend shifts until he’s more lying than sitting. Draping his arm over the thigh he rests on, he pulls back, making his brother widen, Gohan’s body sliding down the couch so his hips are higher and he’s more accessible.

It’s obvious Goten’s done this before. Even more so that they’ve done it together. Gohan responds to every touch like he’s just waiting for the request.

“Pull down your pants,” he says to me. I sit back as Gohan’s hips jerk upward and he maneuvers the material further down his thighs. I lick my lips, slowly undoing the top button of my pants. Goten watches me with a flushed, expectant expression. His mouth is open just a little; the tip of his pink tongue licks his lips in response to me.

Almost absently, he strokes his brother, slow ,steady. Not nearly enough to get him off. Enjoying the attention, I release the next button, then the third, teasing him. He nods a little, his eyes lidded. I hook my fingers in the waist of my pants, and push them and my boxers down to my knees.

“That’s nice,” he breathes, squeezing Gohan’s cock as he stares at mine. I don’t dare touch it. I’ll fucking explode, I know it.

He gasps suddenly, arching his back and it’s not until he glances over his shoulder and I follow that I realize where Gohan’s hand is and it’s not on his brother’s back. He parts his legs as best he can, one falling over the side of the couch, foot braced against the floor, pushing back to meet the fingers that fuck him. His hand leaves Gohan long enough to tear open his pants, giving him better access.

Resting his head on Gohan’s thigh, Goten licks at his brother’s cock. The man above us releases a long, low groan. Leaning forward, I meet my best friend halfway; I can taste the dark, musky Saiyan flavour on his tongue.

He pulls back, his cheeks pink, the motion of his hips making his eyes lose their focus. I think he might be close to cumming. It’s such a pretty picture. I can’t believe I never noticed it before–

“Do it,” he mouths, moaning loudly as Gohan’s fingers find a particularly good place inside him. His eyes narrow for a split second and he puts his hand on Gohan’s chest, keeping him down.

I got it, Goten. You keep him still. I’ll make him cum.

I pause over the wet head of Gohan’s cock but only for a moment. It’s not that I’m intimidated, though he’s thick as a horse and about as big. I’m just not sure how fast to finish him. Goten’s been teasing him for the better part of an hour or something. I’m no novice to it; while I haven’t had any relationships, there’s this guy in my Business Law class that I have a love/hate arrangement with on occasion. I’m thankful for the practice as I lean down and take the first few inches of Gohan’s cock in my mouth.

His hips jerk and he fills me; I’m good for maybe thirty seconds before a particularly powerful thrust makes me lose my balance and I instinctively use my hands on his thighs to steady myself as his cock falls out of my mouth.

None of us move.

I glance up through the lavender of my hair. Goten’s eyes are unfocused and adoring, his breathing rapid and shallow. Gohan’s fingers must be made of gold. My gaze flits sideways to his older brother.

My teacher.

The shock on his face is priceless.

I smile the slightest bit, flicking my tongue out to lick the tip of his dick.

“Sorry, sensei. It won’t happen again.”

His mouth opens to speak, but Goten gets there first, kissing his brother frantically, one of his hands over Gohan’s, pushing the man’s fingers deeper into his ass.

Dende-sama, Goten, you are fucking delicious about as good as the cock I wrap my lips around. I’m sucking with a purpose now; Gohan may have a problem with my identity for all of a minute, but then his hand is in my hair, keeping me down, commanding my mouth.

He’s hot and hard and thick and I guess maybe I am a good cock sucker. I don’t even think about stroking myself; I don’t want it to end.

Surprisingly, Goten cums first. Pressed against his brother’s chest, he meets Gohan’s hand hard, then stills as he shoots, his face twisted and pretty, biting his lips and moaning aloud. He collapses on Gohan’s thigh, panting, inches from my face.

Then he giggles. “I think I got some in your hair, Trunks-kun.” And he starts to lick at my cheek.

Gohan releases a shuddering breath. He’s gotta be close. If he weren’t such a Saiyan masochist he’d’ve cum at least half a dozen times by now. Goten nudges me with his nose. Pulling up, I meet his lips around the head of sensei’s cock, kissing him as best I can.

The fingers in my hair tighten. I think Gohan likes to watch. Maybe more than getting sucked off?

I’m game to find out.

Goten’s tongue is agile and talented. His kisses are open and willing and playful. Gohan’s cock is still between us, but no longer the center of attention.

He has a hand on each of us, petting Goten. Gripping my hair. I wonder if he likes the feel of it between his fingers.

Goten’s kisses become more insistent; he sits up, pushing my head back, away from his brother. The hand in my hair falls to my shoulder. It’s like I can’t open my mouth wide enough or my best friend can’t get enough of me. Gohan’s legs part wider as Goten slides off the couch and onto the floor beside me.

It’s nothing like I ever thought it would be. He’s not something I have to worry about corrupting, not as pure as maybe I’d imagined. His mouth is eager and hungry. His hands tug at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms obediently, breaking the kiss long enough to have it pulled off me.

Gohan starts to jerk himself off and I don’t think he’s out to break any records. His breathing is sharp and uneven, eyes wide open. I meet his gaze for an instant when Goten pushes my head to the side and devours my neck.

I gasp. Gohan’s lips part slightly, then he tenses–

And coats me with several bursts of thick, white cum.

Goten covers my mouth, sucking it off my lips, licking it off my face. Gohan pants raggedly, sexy as the disheveled professor.

“How was that, sensei,” Goten taunts, playing it up. “Worth at least an A?”

His brother swallows, takes a shuddering breath. I’m really wondering what the fuck he’s going to say about all this. I’m covered in his cum–he can’t really be angry with me.

I’m finding it difficult to speak. One, because I have a raging boner that no one’s bothered to notice and two, because I’m not sure what one’s supposed to say in this situation. It’s not something anyone ever thought to teach me.

I’m learning as I go, here.

Then, Gohan’s eyes narrow, giving me the same look I got in his office. Something so Saiyan I can’t believe it comes from him.

His voice is low, measured, and so fucking seductive I can’t believe it comes from Son-fucking-Gohan.

“If he jerks off, I might consider it.”

Goten grins as he looks sideways in my direction. Standing, he tugs on my arm.

“Can I help, Niichan?”

Gohan’s lips curl in a smile as I stand. “Of course.” He gives me a once-over that makes me wonder what fucking him would be like, if that’s the look he gives me for a jerk.

Goten helps me out of my pants entirely, his hands soft, light, and loving. I can’t believe how much he enjoys it. He places my feet shoulder-width apart between Gohan’s legs and I think I might actually blush at being displayed.

The older Son sits back with a satisfied smile.

“He wants you to cum on him, Trunks-kun,” Goten whispers in my ear, reminding me of his unfortunate height advantage. I swallow hard. “Put on a little bit of a show–he likes that.”

I suddenly feel like the youngest person in the room. It doesn’t matter that Goten’s almost two years younger than I am; his sexual experience is obviously way more than mine. Under normal circumstances, this would kinda piss me off.

Right now, I just feel…aw, shit. I feel virginal.

Goten wraps an arm around my waist, his body against my back supporting me. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against his shoulder and reach for my cock.

Gohan wants a show? I’ll fucking give it to him. Us princes always rise to a challenge. We won’t be outdone. Fighting, eating, fucking–it’s all the same.

I’m not faking, though. The moans are real as my hand moves up and down my dick. Goten strokes my stomach and says the dirtiest things in my ear that only makes me harder. My eyes open wide when my best friend covers my hand with his own, aiding me, pulling when I push, caressing the head.

My head falls forward and I’m panting and gasping–totally undignified–not that I can help it and I guess Gohan’s into it because the inhuman bastard’s fucking hard again. Stroking his huge cock, with eyes for me. Kind, encouraging eyes that want to eat me whole and show me the fucking world.

I cum with a cry, my eyes shut tight, my cock pulsing. Goten guides it and I can only imagine it’s for the benefit of his brother. I’m completely spent; I go limp against him, and he leads me forward until I fall, straddled on Gohan’s lap, barely alive.

His breath is hot and he kisses me forcefully. I’m above his cock and his hands are on my hips. It must be Goten’s hand that reaches under my ass and jerks his brother dry; Gohan cums a second time, lips pressed against me, tongue taking advantage of my boneless recovery to fuck my mouth.

I pull back to catch my breath, panting. Gohan’s in a similar state and in a moment, Goten joins us, taking his former place at Gohan’s side, his arm around my waist.

I take a deep breath. “Fuck an A.”

Gohan’s smile is truly beautiful, without any of the hard lines around his eyes he’s been giving me lately. His arm winds around my waist, his fingers entwining with Goten’s.

“I think that’s at least an A plus.”