Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Teacher's pet ❯ chapter one ( Chapter 1 )
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By: sayjinvixie 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
'And you're late...again!' exclaimed Gohan as Trunks and Goten, along with a few other classmates hurried to get to there seats with there heads down, for fear of being singled out to answer an obscenely hard question just after lunch. Trunks couldn't help but wish that the older Son would follow normal social etiquette and allow his own brother off for being just over a minute late to his class. But no, Gohan in true kiss-ass fashion would report his lateness to there mother, who would in turn tell trunks' parents and he would hear no end of 'the importance of taking education seriously'.
Trunks flopped his head down on his desk as Gohan began a similar lecture to the one he was going to get later. Of all the teachers he and Goten could have had this year, it had to be Goten's nerdy brother they wound up with. You'd think there'd be a rule against being taught by your brother, thought trunks, however Goten didn't seem to mind as much as he should have though, but then he had grown up worshipping his older brother. Every opportunity in there sparing matches he had always tried to show off to Gohan and make him proud, it seems having him as his Sensei in school was just another chance for Goten to impress Gohan. Trunks would even go so far as to say Goten had started improving in school since the term started a few weeks ago, even if he was constantly in trouble for being late. As Goku repeatedly proved, being on time was never a saiyan strong point, but apparently Gohan didn't see that as a legitimate excuse since he was always early to everything. Trunks scowled, Stupid Gohan and his high and mighty attitude, he honestly thought that he was above training now, something about using his brain over brawn. What annoyed Trunks the most was that even though Gohan had stopped regular training, he still looked as in shape as he did when he was training...
'Trunks! sit up, Gohan's looking over here, he looks pissed' Goten whispered while elbowing Trunks in the ribs.
'Alright, sorry, I was just resting, I am listening'
'ha, OK then, what's today's lesson on smart-ass?'
Trunks looked up at Goten, he thought he had been listening at least enough to answer that question, but couldn't help the look of panic that spread across his face. Just what exactly was there lesson on? Why had he been so distracted by thinking off... Gohan? Trunks inwardly shuddered at the realisation that thinking about Gohan's body had distracted him so much from class as Goten laughed and shook his head at his friend.
'Eyes forward trunks, and try to pay attention' snickered Goten.
Unfortunately paying attention was the last thing that trunks was able to do right now. He had his eyes forward, but now the seeds of thought had been planted and he couldn't help but admire how Gohan's smartly pressed suit struggled to contain his well chiselled chest as he gestured to the whiteboard at the front of the class, and how, when turning round to pick up a pen, his ass looked obscenely good in his trousers. Trunks found himself wondering why the faculty let Gohan dress like that, as it must be against school policy for a teacher to look that good. Trunks could feel himself start to go a considerably bright shade of red when he began to think about what it would feel like to be behind that perfect ass, and what unholy sounds he could force from innocent Gohan's mouth. It was one thing to appreciate someoneÕs body thought trunks, but a whole different story to fantasise about fucking them; especially in the middle of class! Trunks could feel himself begin to harden from his fantasy and quickly moved his position so his lower half was completely covered by his desk. I'm not even gay, he thought, then his mind flashed back to one of his father lectures about how saiyan's chose mates on how strong they were, regardless of race or gender. A horrified trunks had been only 11 at the time, but now thinking back he now understood why lately he sometimes felt a little too turned on by his and Goten's sparing matches. Goten. Trunks inwardly groaned at the other reason why he really shouldn't be fantasising about bending Gohan over his desk. Goten was his best friend, and also it seemed his actual crush for the last few months. His eyes shifted over the form of his best friend. Yes, he did have longer hair and bigger brown eyes, but he was basically the splitting image of his brother. Same Adonis body, same dimpled face, but with a definite evil glint in his eye. As trunk's thoughts quickly shifted from Gohan to his younger brother his face reddened even more, and he suddenly found himself to close for comfort. Goten's arm was basically brushing up against his as he took notes, completely oblivious to the fact that trunks was sporting a raging hard-on for both him and his brother.
Trunks willed himself to calm down, and focus on some history bollocks that Gohan was trying to teach the class, and not think of erotic situations involving the two son males. It wasn't working though, images of him kissing and caressing the two men were spinning around his mind. He lent forward on his desk with his hand in his hair as his erection became achingly painful. It took all his will power not to touch himself, or to take Goten's hand from his book and get him to stroke up him over his trousers. Trunks chuckled lightly, Goten would always listen to what he said and would probably go along with it, surely Goten was also going through the horny-hormonal-demi-saiyan stage just as he was. He bit his lip at the thought of having Goten's strong hands all over him in such a public place, and he was excited even more by the thought of his other object of affection being mere meters away. What would poor, sweet, innocent Gohan do if he saw his brother jacking off another one of his students in his class? Trunks audibly groaned at the latest image to flash into his mind of the two Son men making out with each other.
'are you ok trunks?' Shit, thought trunks, Goten had defiantly heard him. He gradually rose his eyes to meet Goten's and nodded. He could tell that it was clear as day to Goten that trunks was defiantly not thinking about what they were being taught in class. Trunks watched as Goten's mouth opened and closed in shock, and thought about how cute it was that a blush had spread over Goten's cheeks as he quickly averted his gaze and mumbled something about trunks looking a bit feverish. He's got that right, thought trunks, but you have no idea how badly.
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Trunks continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat as the class dragged on, continually trying to distract himself by actually listening to the lesson and not thinking about how Gohan's lips would look around his cock, well, at least not all the time.
Luck seemed to be on his side today as he had managed to get himself and his 'problem' under control enough just as the bell rang, now he only had to survive the flight home with Goten before he could lock himself in his room all night and indulge in his thoughts properly.
He got up and walked with Goten to the front of the class and just as they were leaving Goten stopped abruptly.
'Hey, err, trunks. I think IÕm going to stay back and help Gohan clean up today, mum's been lecturing him for being home too late every night after work. Is that cool with you?' Goten said, the light traces of the blush he had earlier still set in his cheeks.
'Sure Goten, IÕm a big boy, I don't need you flying me home everyday' trunks said, with his face curling up into a smirk. Wow, way to be subtle thought trunks as he turned around and left Goten to help Gohan pack up.
Trunks had made it about five meters down the hall when his fantasise started up again. Without the drone of the classroom to distract him, images of Gohan and Goten were swirling round his head and making him grow hard again. There was no way he was going to make it home, past his parents and into his room without someone noticing the tent pitching in his pants. Luckily none of his classmates had noticed yet, nor did they notice him slipping away into the bathroom. As he slipped into a stall unnoticed, trunks took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to do. Though part of him was disgusted at himself for even thinking of touching himself in public, but the overriding part of his brain was extremely excited and completely took over. Within seconds he had locked the door, leant back against it and pulled his now throbbing member from his trousers and began stroking furiously. He groaned and leant his head back even more, feeling his orgasm starting to rise already at the thought of having either or both of the Son men's hands on his cock instead of his own. He used his other hand to drown out the moans coming from his mouth as he focused on an image sure to make him come; both Gohan and Goten on there knees in front of him in the bathroom stall.
Trunks began to loose his balance, sweat dripping from his brow, as his strokes became frantic and he began actually bucking into his own hand, imagining all of the places he'd rather be thrusting his cock into. He bit into his hand as he released all over the other, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure from one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.
When he regained his senses and cleaned up after himself he sincerely hoped that the bathroom had remained empty, there was no way that he had remained silent enough not to be noticed. Trunks sighed, still elated from his previous activities, and reached down to pick up his bag. It was only then that he noticed he had completely forgotten to pick up his bag and inwardly cursed at his stupidity.
He let himself out of the stall quietly, making sure to check to see if anyone was around first. Thankfully he was in luck, and with a quick look in the mirror to sort out his messed up hair, he quickly walked down the corridor and back to the classroom.
As trunks approached he couldn't help but notice voices coming from inside the classroom, which was strange as the blinds on the windows looking in were already drawn. Gohan and Goten must be just about to leave, he thought as he opened the door to peek into the classroom to check.
What trunks saw on the teacherÕs desk made him feel like all his Christmases had come at once.
Tbc
;)
Trunks flopped his head down on his desk as Gohan began a similar lecture to the one he was going to get later. Of all the teachers he and Goten could have had this year, it had to be Goten's nerdy brother they wound up with. You'd think there'd be a rule against being taught by your brother, thought trunks, however Goten didn't seem to mind as much as he should have though, but then he had grown up worshipping his older brother. Every opportunity in there sparing matches he had always tried to show off to Gohan and make him proud, it seems having him as his Sensei in school was just another chance for Goten to impress Gohan. Trunks would even go so far as to say Goten had started improving in school since the term started a few weeks ago, even if he was constantly in trouble for being late. As Goku repeatedly proved, being on time was never a saiyan strong point, but apparently Gohan didn't see that as a legitimate excuse since he was always early to everything. Trunks scowled, Stupid Gohan and his high and mighty attitude, he honestly thought that he was above training now, something about using his brain over brawn. What annoyed Trunks the most was that even though Gohan had stopped regular training, he still looked as in shape as he did when he was training...
'Trunks! sit up, Gohan's looking over here, he looks pissed' Goten whispered while elbowing Trunks in the ribs.
'Alright, sorry, I was just resting, I am listening'
'ha, OK then, what's today's lesson on smart-ass?'
Trunks looked up at Goten, he thought he had been listening at least enough to answer that question, but couldn't help the look of panic that spread across his face. Just what exactly was there lesson on? Why had he been so distracted by thinking off... Gohan? Trunks inwardly shuddered at the realisation that thinking about Gohan's body had distracted him so much from class as Goten laughed and shook his head at his friend.
'Eyes forward trunks, and try to pay attention' snickered Goten.
Unfortunately paying attention was the last thing that trunks was able to do right now. He had his eyes forward, but now the seeds of thought had been planted and he couldn't help but admire how Gohan's smartly pressed suit struggled to contain his well chiselled chest as he gestured to the whiteboard at the front of the class, and how, when turning round to pick up a pen, his ass looked obscenely good in his trousers. Trunks found himself wondering why the faculty let Gohan dress like that, as it must be against school policy for a teacher to look that good. Trunks could feel himself start to go a considerably bright shade of red when he began to think about what it would feel like to be behind that perfect ass, and what unholy sounds he could force from innocent Gohan's mouth. It was one thing to appreciate someoneÕs body thought trunks, but a whole different story to fantasise about fucking them; especially in the middle of class! Trunks could feel himself begin to harden from his fantasy and quickly moved his position so his lower half was completely covered by his desk. I'm not even gay, he thought, then his mind flashed back to one of his father lectures about how saiyan's chose mates on how strong they were, regardless of race or gender. A horrified trunks had been only 11 at the time, but now thinking back he now understood why lately he sometimes felt a little too turned on by his and Goten's sparing matches. Goten. Trunks inwardly groaned at the other reason why he really shouldn't be fantasising about bending Gohan over his desk. Goten was his best friend, and also it seemed his actual crush for the last few months. His eyes shifted over the form of his best friend. Yes, he did have longer hair and bigger brown eyes, but he was basically the splitting image of his brother. Same Adonis body, same dimpled face, but with a definite evil glint in his eye. As trunk's thoughts quickly shifted from Gohan to his younger brother his face reddened even more, and he suddenly found himself to close for comfort. Goten's arm was basically brushing up against his as he took notes, completely oblivious to the fact that trunks was sporting a raging hard-on for both him and his brother.
Trunks willed himself to calm down, and focus on some history bollocks that Gohan was trying to teach the class, and not think of erotic situations involving the two son males. It wasn't working though, images of him kissing and caressing the two men were spinning around his mind. He lent forward on his desk with his hand in his hair as his erection became achingly painful. It took all his will power not to touch himself, or to take Goten's hand from his book and get him to stroke up him over his trousers. Trunks chuckled lightly, Goten would always listen to what he said and would probably go along with it, surely Goten was also going through the horny-hormonal-demi-saiyan stage just as he was. He bit his lip at the thought of having Goten's strong hands all over him in such a public place, and he was excited even more by the thought of his other object of affection being mere meters away. What would poor, sweet, innocent Gohan do if he saw his brother jacking off another one of his students in his class? Trunks audibly groaned at the latest image to flash into his mind of the two Son men making out with each other.
'are you ok trunks?' Shit, thought trunks, Goten had defiantly heard him. He gradually rose his eyes to meet Goten's and nodded. He could tell that it was clear as day to Goten that trunks was defiantly not thinking about what they were being taught in class. Trunks watched as Goten's mouth opened and closed in shock, and thought about how cute it was that a blush had spread over Goten's cheeks as he quickly averted his gaze and mumbled something about trunks looking a bit feverish. He's got that right, thought trunks, but you have no idea how badly.
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Trunks continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat as the class dragged on, continually trying to distract himself by actually listening to the lesson and not thinking about how Gohan's lips would look around his cock, well, at least not all the time.
Luck seemed to be on his side today as he had managed to get himself and his 'problem' under control enough just as the bell rang, now he only had to survive the flight home with Goten before he could lock himself in his room all night and indulge in his thoughts properly.
He got up and walked with Goten to the front of the class and just as they were leaving Goten stopped abruptly.
'Hey, err, trunks. I think IÕm going to stay back and help Gohan clean up today, mum's been lecturing him for being home too late every night after work. Is that cool with you?' Goten said, the light traces of the blush he had earlier still set in his cheeks.
'Sure Goten, IÕm a big boy, I don't need you flying me home everyday' trunks said, with his face curling up into a smirk. Wow, way to be subtle thought trunks as he turned around and left Goten to help Gohan pack up.
Trunks had made it about five meters down the hall when his fantasise started up again. Without the drone of the classroom to distract him, images of Gohan and Goten were swirling round his head and making him grow hard again. There was no way he was going to make it home, past his parents and into his room without someone noticing the tent pitching in his pants. Luckily none of his classmates had noticed yet, nor did they notice him slipping away into the bathroom. As he slipped into a stall unnoticed, trunks took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to do. Though part of him was disgusted at himself for even thinking of touching himself in public, but the overriding part of his brain was extremely excited and completely took over. Within seconds he had locked the door, leant back against it and pulled his now throbbing member from his trousers and began stroking furiously. He groaned and leant his head back even more, feeling his orgasm starting to rise already at the thought of having either or both of the Son men's hands on his cock instead of his own. He used his other hand to drown out the moans coming from his mouth as he focused on an image sure to make him come; both Gohan and Goten on there knees in front of him in the bathroom stall.
Trunks began to loose his balance, sweat dripping from his brow, as his strokes became frantic and he began actually bucking into his own hand, imagining all of the places he'd rather be thrusting his cock into. He bit into his hand as he released all over the other, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure from one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.
When he regained his senses and cleaned up after himself he sincerely hoped that the bathroom had remained empty, there was no way that he had remained silent enough not to be noticed. Trunks sighed, still elated from his previous activities, and reached down to pick up his bag. It was only then that he noticed he had completely forgotten to pick up his bag and inwardly cursed at his stupidity.
He let himself out of the stall quietly, making sure to check to see if anyone was around first. Thankfully he was in luck, and with a quick look in the mirror to sort out his messed up hair, he quickly walked down the corridor and back to the classroom.
As trunks approached he couldn't help but notice voices coming from inside the classroom, which was strange as the blinds on the windows looking in were already drawn. Gohan and Goten must be just about to leave, he thought as he opened the door to peek into the classroom to check.
What trunks saw on the teacherÕs desk made him feel like all his Christmases had come at once.
Tbc
;)