Warnings: Implied boy on boy action, some freaky glimpses at Trunk's past. Also the extra spaces between paragraphs signals a change in scene I'm most likely going to do that for the rest of the story seems how the first chapter was a little confusing. And last but not least, this chapter is extremely short...sorry!
Trunks POV
Ever since I found out what Goten did for a living I decided to go ahead and stay away from the bar for a while. The thought of Goten being a man-whore was just too difficult to stand. So I decided to just concentrate on my work for a few days and think things through.
I finally got what Bra would consider a real "Job." It is a simple desk job where all I really have to do is fill out some paper work. It's boring but at least it pays well.
The first part of my days are filled with that 'job' while the rest of it is filled with my usual...job. I still have clients that need my assistance and guidance, and I'm not all that willing to just abandon them just so I could go to some 'job' that I didn't even like. At least I enjoyed what I did with my clients...well at least most of the time...
"Shhhhhhhh...easy now be gentle, there's no rush" I lay my fingertips upon his hips restraining him with just a touch. He was shaking. I suspected that the effort it was taking him to restrain himself was killing him, but I knew that he would thank me later.
With just a little pressure on his right side I was able to shift his position. To him, it was like I wasn't even there, as if I were just a guiding force invisible to the naked eye. Glancing around his shoulder I saw that the time was right and gently slid my fingertips from his hips and up to his back.
Gently ever so slightly I applied a little pressure, signaling him that it was time to lower himself inside. I heard a gasp, of pain or pleasure I do not know. But what I did know was that once he began to enter, there was no stopping until he was completely inside.
He was panting, breathing hard and trembling under my touch. It was obvious that he was resisting, resisting the urge to thrust forward and bury himself deep inside of his lover so that he may feel the muscles of his lover pulsing with the effort of adjusting to his presence inside of him.
Yet my touch prevented him from doing that. They trusted me. Trusted that I would not allow either of them to be hurt. Though I had warned them that there would be some pain involved. It was their first time after all.
I heard two sighs of relief and a single moan of intense pleasure as he finally made it all the way inside. I knew what was happening inside. The muscles of his lover were convulsing spazing out if you will, causing an enormous amount of friction upon his shaft. The lover's head was thrown back as he breathed slowly allowing his body the time to adjust. Yet at the same time...wanting more.
Watching the face of his lover I slid one of my hands off of his back and reached for his lover's hand. "Guide him" was all I said as I moved that hand upward. Looking back at him "listen to your lover" I said as I placed that hand upon his hip.
"Are you sure?" I heard the lover ask his voice shaking. I nodded, "Follow your instincts." Both men were shaking, He was sweating still not wanting to hurt his lover yet wanting so badly to back out and plunge back in again and again.
I stepped back into the shadows as the two men's eyes locked. No longer would they focus on me but on each other. I watched as both men began to move with restraint.
It was slow at first as the lover experimented with the first withdrawal and quick thrust. Then as the pain began to turn into pleasure the speed began to pick up. No longer was there need for guidance and as both men began to cry out their pleasure I slowly turned and disappeared out the door knowing that they would not notice my leaving.
In fact I knew that it would not be until the next day that they would remember that I was ever there. I had taught them the basics and knew that in a few weeks when they would want to begin experimenting with new positions and feelings, that they would call me again.
In the mean time I would help others much like themselves, not always gays but some hetero's that need serious help on their sex life.
I was back at my apartment, I was home. Pulling out an envelope from the inside of my coat pocket I opened it and counted the money inside. "Interesting" I said seeing that there was more than the price I had set. "Huh guess they were expecting a good night, they were kind enough to tip me before they got any action. I shook my head wondering just exactly what they had heard about me.
These two were new clients of mine. Having been referred by another of my clients they had come to me begging me to help them with their first time. It was a process though a long and difficult process in which I had to get them used to my presence. They had to get used to my touch and learn how to zone my physical being out and just listen and feel my words and touch.
It had been three weeks. Three long and hard weeks of patience and time. In reality though I had not expected them to be ready for another two weeks. Yet after we had gotten started I had began to wonder if they were ready I had been seeing the signs but I was not completely sure until about the middle of the session.
Yawning I decided not to think about it. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, stripping off my shirt as I went. Stretching my arms in the air as I entered the bathroom I turned to the mirror. As I saw my reflection I stopped. Slowly lowering my arms I began to study myself. My skin was an attractive tan lean sinewy muscles lined my body, a nice 6 pack lined my gut.
At first glance I looked perfect. But I know far better. At a closer look I could see old scars covering my body, dimmed by the tanning that I have done to help hide them. But I know that they are there and the memories of how I had received them still haunt me.
I sighed shaking my head to rid myself of such thoughts. Stripping off my pants and boxers I quickly turned the shower on and jumped in. The water was freezing but I really didn't care. I washed quickly and climbed out.
Drying off I put on some boxers and sweat pants. Walking over to the couch I climbed on it rolling over onto my back. Pulling the thin sheet over my body I lay back and closed my eyes. "Man I hope this will be a dreamless night." I was getting pretty tired of waking up every night. It has been far too long since I last got a full nights sleep. Shifting into a more comfortable position I slowly began to doze.
Running
Can't breath...
Pain...
Penetration...
Screaming...
Pain...pain...
Thrusting...
Throbbing...
Pain...
My eyes shot open. I was breathing hard and shaking. Sitting up slowly I subconsciously reached down and ran my fingertips over my hips, feeling old scars. Yes I remember what happened. I remember it all.
I breathed deeply and slowly trying to calm my racing heart as images from my past flew through my mind. It had been years since the last time I had dreamed about the incident all the way through...years...
I lay back down and slowly closed my eyes hoping to get some rest and praying yes praying that I would not dream of it again...Then as I lay there all of a sudden a face appeared in my mind...
Goten...that spiky haired beauty...the guy with the tail..and those gorgeous baby brown eyes. I have to see him again...no matter what he does for a living I must see him, speak to him...face to face.
Goten...I fear that I am falling for you, and I don't even know who you really are...
I knew I loved you before I met you...
To be Continued...
Ok so this will probably be one of the shorter chapters yes I know it is VERY short, but I don't really want the next few parts to be in this chapter...you'll see. Or maybe you'll disagree with me once the next chapters get written...oh well anywho REVIEW! Let me know what you think of Trunk's 'Job' and also if this chapter is better written than the first one.
