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Dorm Encounters XII: Ensign Crusher
Jay and I had just had our goodbyes and I waved as his car left the parking lot. In a few short months, Jay and I had developed not only a wonderful sexual relationship, but a friendship beyond measure. Unfortunately, he had just graduated and went on his merry way to the great void we know as the real world. I turned from the parking lot and headed back in, feeling a little down, but happy for my friend as he moved on. (OK, so I wimped out and wrote him out).
This week promised to be a busy one, the most important reason being that we were expecting a VIP visitor to address the Journalism school. He was to be housed in the room next to mine, traditionally reserved for visiting professors and other VIPs.
I returned to the dorm and keyed into the VIP room to check everything over once more. I had left a carefully displayed set of current magazines, some fresh cut flowers, and some fruit on the table. Everything was up to standards so I went to my room and changed.
Several hours later, I climbed into a school van and drove the hour and a half to the airport. I had a sign saying "XYZ College" to hold for the VIP who I didn't even know the name of.
The flight I was to meet had just deplaned when I walked through the airport concourse doors, and I held the sign high in the air towards the flood of people coming from the baggage claim. I waited for some time until I saw a familiar face coming towards me smiling. I wasn't sure, but it looked like Wil Wheaton of Star Trek, the Next Genereation! I smiled back and waved the sign some more. He walked up to me and said, "You can put the sign down. I'm the one you're looking for."
I was flabergasted. Absolutely astounded. I said nothing as I grabbed his bags from him and headed out the door. I stowed his luggage and opened his door. I stuck out my hand and said, "My name is Andrew. I am the Resident Assistant in the dorm you will be staying in, Mr. Wheaton. Welcome! And may I add, I am one of your biggest fans?"
"You may. Thanks, Andrew. Good to be here. Let's go!"
We rode in silence for some time. There were a million things I was dying to ask him but didn't dare. Finally, he spoke.
"So what is there do to at night, here, Andrew? Any interesting night life?"
"Depends on what you call interesting. I am sure your life in Hollywood is much more interesting than life in this little town!" I replied.
"Well, you would be surprised, man. Hollywood is OK, but there are no REAL people to hang out with. That's why I do these college trips. I get to meet real people and frankly, have much better times when I am on the road at places like your school. What I meant by interesting is, are there good night spots in town? Any gay bars? That kind of thing. You know."
"Gay bars?" I asked incredulously. "What would you want with a gay bar, Mr. Wheaton?"
"First of all, my name is Wil. And second of all, whether you heard in the Enquirer or not, I am gay. I love men. Sue me. I noticed by the way you have been staring at me that you must be, too."
"Well, yes, I am, actually. And to tell you the truth, you are my greatest media fantasy at the moment. You have no idea how often you and I have slept together in my dreams, Wil!"
"Sounds good to me, buddy. When?"
We were approaching the dorm. I pulled in the parking lot and said, "How about now? You don't speak until tomorrow."
"OK, let me get settled and I will call you."
"My room is right next door. Bang on the wall or something."
I went to my room and quickly showered and changed. Packing a few necessaries in a bag, I waited for the signal. Several minutes later (seemed like hours) I heard tapping on the walls. I flew out of my room and ran in the next, closing and locking the door. There, standing in the middle of the room, was Ensign Wesley Crusher, complete with Star Trek uniform, rank insignia and communciator. Jesus Christ I flipped. I dropped my bag and fished out my Science Officer Uniform I had gotten at the last convention. I quickly changed into my Lieutenant Commander outfit and stood before the Ensign.
"Ensign Crusher, my name is Lieutenant Commander Whitaker, Science Officer of the Excelsior. Welcome aboard. Please come this way." I led him to the bed and pulled him down next to me. I removed his communicator and rank insignia, doing the same to myself. Feeling less conspicuous now, I wrapped my arms around my TV idol and kissed him deeply. He frantically searched the insides of my mouth with his tongue and I did the same.
We broke apart long enough to rip our costumes off, and I looked down to his crotch and was astounded to find the largest cock I had ever seen on someone his size. Nothing terribly big, mind you, but on someone that skinny and small, it was enormous! I grabbed his hot poker and jacked a couple of wonderful strokes on it, loving the feeling my textured hands had on his smooth cock.
He grabbed the tower rising from my lap and did the same. We kissed again, this time passionately, lovingly, as if we had all night to fuck and suck away. My hands roamed his perfect body, reveling in the smooth skin and well defined lines. We lay back on the bed, side by side and began exploring what we saw before us.
I licked from his lips down his chin, across his adam's apple, and down his pefectly smooth and taut chest. I swirled around each nipple, biting them as I passed by. He moaned. My mouth trailed kisses and licks down his washboard stomach until my tongue hit soft angelic pubic hair. I swooped down on his cock and sucked with all my might, drawing his cock to etheral hardness.
He turned around and began sucking me as I continued to worship his perfect prick. We slid in and out of each others' mouths perfectly, as if we were specifically made for the sport. Moaning and grunting, we pummelled each others mouths until we were both cumming feverishly into each others' mouths. Semen shot down our throats and bathed us. I couldn't handle the load I was getting, and some dribbled down my chin onto my neck. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was havinh the same problem.
We broke apart and licked each other clean. I laid him on his back and lay atop him, 69 style and began tonguing his ass with a fever I never thought possible. He reached up and did the same to me. Soon we were writhing on top of each other and bouncing all over the bed as we tongue-fucked each other feverishly. I could stand this torment no more and rolled off Wil. I squatted over his midsection and sank down on his hard prick, truly feeling every tingle in my ass as my asslips opened to accept this monster invasion. He pushed up as I pushed down and we were soon locked together. I rose up and down slowly at first, then building speed, until I was bucking wildly on this stallion of a man. He rolled us over, his turgid cock still in my ass and took me from behind, slapping my ass as he plunged in and out. He cried loudly on a particularly deep thrust that bounced off my prostate making me scream in ecstasy, and shot deep within my bowels. I felt the hot spunk coat the insides of my ass-canal and pushed back to get the thrusts as deep as possible. The force of his spurts sent semen deeper than any previous lover I had encountered.
As soon as he had finished cumming, and before he even had a chance to catch his breath, I flipped him over, grabbed his ankles and put them over my shoulders and rammed my cock into his love chute. I plugged that tight hole quickly, pounding my prick in and out with the voracity of a first time fucking teenager. I screamed and yelled as he grunted with each thrust. I began to shoot deep within him and continued to thrust in and out as my semen blasted into his deepest cavities. He moaned and groaned as he felt my essence fill him to the rim and begin leaking around my cock onto the bed.
We fell back, happy and exhausted. We kissed and rolled around lavishly enjoying the experience of being naked together, and allowed our racing pulses and breathing to return to normal.
Several hours later, after awaking, we went at it again, and again, until he had to address the J. school.
Over the next couple of days, we became inseparable, both in public and in the bedroom, and fast became good friends. When I saw him off at the airport, he promised to write and to return to my school and I drove back happily ensconsed in reliving the fantasy-of-a-lifetime come true.