Welcome to Boxer & Rice

Gohan sat down next to Trunks out in the field where they’d been training. Both young men were exhausted, sweat making there bodies glisten. They had both discarded their shirts early from the heat of the mid-day summer sun.

“You did good today Trunks”. Gohan said patting his shoulder.

“Thanks. I got closer. I could feel it”. Trunks said smiling at him. “Pretty soon now I’ll be able to go super Sayajin, just like my father”.

“You are definitely his son, that’s for sure. If you had his hair you’d be an exact copy of him. You even have the same body build”. Gohan ran his hand over Trunks’ well muscled arm and patted his back. “Come on. Your mom’s probably already made us lunch”.

Gohan stiffly strode away. What had Juunana done to him?! How could he even think about wanting to do those kinds of things to Trunks? It was all that damned cyborgs fault. If he’d never done those kinds of things to him………… well maybe he would have been interested in fucking girls than his own pupil.

That night Trunks was up in his room getting ready for bed when the door opened. Gohan, a little tipsy from drinking with Bulma stumbled in, falling face down on the floor.

“Gohan-San!” Trunks exclaimed. He hauled his mentor up off the floor.

“Oh?” stupidly Gohan looked up at Trunks. “Oh, Trunks. Sorry I must have gone into the wrong bed room”.

“It’s ok Gohan. I don’t mind having you in here”. Trunks helped him over to the bed. “You can sleep in here. I’ll sleep on the couch”.

Trunks went to sleep on the couch he had in his bedroom giving Gohan the bed. After a little while Gohan saw Trunks’ breathing even out. He was making it too easy. He could just go right over there now and Fuck his brains out. No, Gohan shook his head, Trunks wasn’t like that. It was only himself who got enjoyment out of another guys body. Trunks probably had a crush on some refugee girl who he was going to have. Not himself.

But, there was no harm in looking was there? Not if he didn’t do anything. A harmless look at the boy, nothing else.

Silently Gohan walked over there. He was still a little off balance so he had to be really careful not to trip over discarded clothing. Finally he made it over to the couch. Trunks was laying there, his skin showing up under the moon light, it gave his lavender hair a silver hue as it framed his sleeping face.

To Gohan’s surprise the boy was drenched in sweat, his stomach muscles clenching and unclenching. He rolled over and murmured something, an unreadable expression on his face. Gohan lay his hand down on the boys chest, kneeling down next to him worried. A nightmare? The boy twitched and suddenly his body unstiffened. Gohan felt something wet hit his knee.

He took his hand off Trunks to inspect what it was. He lightly touched it with his fingers and brought his hand up to his face so he could see it better.

Clear droplets glistened in the light. Gohan blinked in surprise. He licked them off, savouring the taste of Trunks. The boy groaned and rolled over again, shifting restlessly in his sleep.

“Again? But I’m not as strong as you Gohan”. He murmured.

Gohan blinked again. Had the boy said that or was his twisted imagination toying with his drunk mind?

Trunks’ eyes opened and he sat up. Gohan was kneeling down next to him, worry and confusion etched across his face. Trunks was horrified. He hadn’t spoken out loud in his sleep, had he? He shifted uncomfortably, the front of his boxers wet. Trunks groaned inwardly. Why hadn’t he been able to hold it?!

“Trunks? Are you ok?” Gohan asked. His speech was no longer slurred, suggesting that he wasn’t as drunk as before.

“I’m fine Gohan-San. Why do you ask?” Trunks asked him, praying that he hadn’t made a fool of himself.

“You were sweating and saying something in your sleep. I was worried”.

“No, I’m fine”. Trunks said breathing a sigh of relief. Thank god he hadn’t said anything that Gohan could make out.

Drunkenly Gohan leaned over and kissed Trunks, his warm mouth covering the boys for a moment before he picked himself up. “Go back to sleep Trunks”.

Trunks watched dumbly as Gohan walked back over to the bed. Had he actually done that?! There were only 2 other people who’d ever kissed him, his mother when she was saying good night, and Juunana-gou, the first time they’d met at the cherub fountain and every time after that.

Trunks got up. He wanted to be kissed again. It had been a really long time since he’d seen Juunana and he had always liked Gohan. It was plain to see he admired the man. Trunks shook his head. No way. It was probably just an accident.

The next day found Gohan with a bad hang over. He felt like absolute shit. He stayed in bed the whole day, opting to not upset the pounding headache he had even more. He didn’t let Trunks off that easy though. He made the boy practice moving away from things as fast as he could. Pretty soon he was bouncing off the walls like an insane fly.

By 4:00 the headache was gone and before the boys could go off and train for a little while Bulma snagged them both, making them help her fix up the place. They got allot done, patching up the roof and different walls. They even got the car, which hadn’t worked in almost 2 years, to start again.

Bulma thanked them by cooking one of the best meals she’d ever prepared. She also prepared allot of hot sake which they all drank. She allowed Trunks to drink because it would take his mind off the Cyborgs for a while. Bulma ended up passing out on the couch from over indulgence. Gohan and Trunks were having a staring competition at the table.

Trunks came out to be the victor because Bulma started moaning in her sleep as if she was getting laid so Gohan had looked over at her.

“He he. Looks like you like my mother Gohan-San”. Trunks sniggered over at his mentor. “Too bad she’s a little old for you”.

“Trunks, shut up! Sex is good but right now I’d rather fuck you than your mother”. He said.

“Really now?” Trunks got an evil grin on his face. “Is that why you kissed me last night or was that just an accident?”

“About that. I’m sorry”.

“I liked it”.

“What?!” Gohan looked over at the boy stunned.

Trunks got up and stumbled over to him. “I want you to do it again”. Trunks lightly kissed him. “I want you to kiss me and play with me until I beg you to Fuck me”.

“Trunks, you’re drunk”. Gohan said hesitantly pushing the boy away from him.

“So?! What does that have to do with anything?!” Trunks yelled. Bulma rolled in her sleep.

“Will you shut up?!” Gohan lunged out of his seat and clamped his hand over Trunks’ mouth. “You’re going to wake up your mother!”

Trunks gave him a look that all but screamed out that he didn’t give a fuck. Gohan pulled him upstairs where they could talk and not have to worry about waking Bulma. He shut the door to Trunks’ room behind them and let the boy go.

“Trunks, you have no idea about what the hell you’re talking about”.

Trunks didn’t reply. He just pulled off his shirt and flopped down on his back on the bed. For a moment he didn’t say a thing, he just lay there. Finally he spoke.

“I know exactly what I’m talking about Gohan-San. I lost my virginity a while ago”. He sat up and looked at Gohan through glassy eyes. “I lost it to the same person you did”.

“Nani?!”

“Yes”. Trunks stood up and pulled Gohan over to the bed. “Juunana taught me many tricks”.

“Trunks, this isn’t right”. Gohan was saying those words through clenched teeth. He was about to loose control. He didn’t want to fight it, he wanted to throw the boy down and fuck him until he could no longer see straight.

“Then why are you hard?”

At that comment Gohan stopped. Trunks turned to say something to him, most likely how he knew he wanted it and was cut of by Gohan’s mouth. Gohan roughly shoved his tongue in, attacking every corner of Trunks’ mouth. When he broke it off he was breathing hard.

“You do realize that we’re both drunk”. Gohan said. “And that when you find out we did this you’re going to feel sick and embarrassed”.

“Well then we’ll just have to blame it on the alcohol now wont we? Remember, beer, helping ugly people get laid since 1884”. Trunks tugged at the front of Gohan’s pants. “Come on,………… hurry up”. An evil grin played across his face. “I want to play”. He said wickedly.

Gohan grinned. He would take this boy, Like Juunana had taken him the first time and every time after that. He pulled off his clothes, till he was clad only in his underwear. He did the same to Trunks, only he stripped him bare.

With his hand he massaged the young boy into a writhing erection. He kept on going until the boy lost control and cumed. He licked some of the creamy clear rivets off his fingers. “You taste good. Better than last night when you got some cum on me”. Gohan whispered hoarsely. He closed his hand around Trunks’ penis again and began slowly massaging him again. Before the boy had a chance to spill himself he let go.

“Gohan!” Trunks yelled angry.

“I want to play too”. Gohan chuckled.ç

“Screw you’re playing! This is my game damn it!” with that Trunks lurched forwards and ripped off Gohan’s boxers, revealing his hard on.

“I’ve never known you so aggressive Trunks, why can’t you be like this when we’re training?”

“Because I like fucking better”. Trunks moved his tongue down Gohan’s chest and stomach. He licked the full length of him until Gohan was groaning with his hand buried in his hair.

Before Trunks was able to fit Gohan totally into his mouth Gohan burst. Trunks was good with his tongue, damned good. He rolled over so he was on top, kissing Trunks with a renewed fury.

“Let’s see how good you really are”. Gohan settled the boy into him. Trunks was bigger than Gohan first thought. He guessed it was because of his father. He’d heard Bulma tell his mother that Vegeta was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen before.

Trunks groaned and spilled himself, arching upwards and clutching Gohan’s hips until he drew blood. Gohan pulled himself off Trunks and rolled him over so he was on his belly.

“Now it’s my turn”.

He tried to slowly enter the boy but that plan was blown to hell when Trunks backed into him, making Gohan feel a sensation he’d never had before in his life. He began to drive, the experience made better by Trunks’ willingness to participate. The boy moved with him, driving Gohan further and further until he exploded, filling Trunks with the hot liquid.

The door opened and Bulma walked in. She was still really drunk. She blinked at the 2 boys.

Gohan and Trunks both had utter humiliation written across their faces.

“K………. Kasan………..” Trunks stuttered.

“Oh, so you two finally ended up fucking? I knew you would”. She turned and walked out of the room. “Try and get some sleep. you need to train tomorrow”.

“Hi Kasan”. Trunks closed his eyes and relaxed.

Gohan lay there, worn out from the drunkenness and the exertion. Trunks was already asleep, a smile on his face. Gohan pulled himself out and fell asleep with his arms around the boy. That was the last evening Gohan was alive. The next evening Gohan was killed by cyborgs. Trunks lost a lover, brother, mentor and close friend that day.

He went on to become the strongest warrior he could be and killed those who killed the ones he loved and cared for. What happened after that? Did he find another lover? Did he get married to a little girl and live happily ever after? I’ll leave that to your imagination.