Stardate 48512.6. Jake Sisko stared at the date he had scratched into the bulkhead of loading dock G14. For the past hour he had been walking and thinking and trying to sort things out in his mind, and he finally had ended up at the loading dock. He had no idea why he had scratched the date into the beam. The piece of scrap metal just happened to be at his feet, and the blank grey wall was just there in front of him.
Jake sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs. At sixteen and five months, he was now as tall as his dad and seemed to be all arms and legs. Lean and mean was how he liked to think of himself, but he knew gangly and awkward was a more apt description. Gangly, awkward and in a totally pissed mood. He had a lot on his mind, and none of it was pleasant.
First there was his dad, the Commander of the space station. Jake loved him, he loved him very much, and that was the problem. If he hated him, or despised him, it would have been easy to go against his wishes. He had to love him. His father had high expectations for him, but that was not surprising. His father set high expectations for himself and for every member of his crew, so why shouldn't he have high expectations for his son? The problem was what his father's expectations were. There was no way Jake was going to be able to meet them. The reason was simple-they were his father's expectations, not his. If he followed his heart, he was going to be a major disappointment to his father.
That was his second problem. He knew what he did not want to be, but he was not so sure what he wanted to be. His father wanted him to become a Starfleet officer. Jake had no desire to join Starfleet as anything. His apprenticeship with Chief O'Brien in engineering had been a total disaster. At the moment he enjoyed writing fantasies, and was thinking that would be a good occupation. As a career officer, his father would never understand why anyone would want to be a writer.
If his father could not understand that, he sure the hell was not going to understand the third, and biggest, problem Jake was wrestling with. If he could not tell his father he wanted to write fantasies for a living, how was he going to tell his father that he was gay?
Jake had only reached that conclusion himself a week ago. He had always preferred the company of boys as far back as he could remember. When he was a kid that was natural-boys preferred playing with boys and girls preferred playing with girls. When he entered his teens, he still did not feel anything for girls, but then some boys developed that interest later than others. There were not many girls on the frontier anyway.
Then he arrived at Deep Space Nine. Girls were still rare, but there were a few. The first had been Varis Sul, the fifteen-year-old Paqu Tetrarch of the Bajoran diplomatic corps. His interest back then had been more curiosity than anything else. Every fourteen-year-old boy wonders what a girl looks like naked, and what it would be like to make out. Nog was the one who had the serious crush on her, but then Nog was six months older than he was and had already turned fifteen.
The latest was Marta, a Dabo girl. Yeah, he had fantasies about humping her, but mostly he was interested in helping her with her studies so she could get out of working on the Dabo tables and enter the science academy. That was funny actually. Thinking his interest in Marta was sexual, his father had given him a disc called "What Every Boy Needs to Know About Girls". Jake had given it only a cursory look, but had done a computer search and had found the companion disc "What Every Girl Needs to Know About Boys" which he had read more thoroughly. He also found a reference to "What Boys Who Like Boys Need to Know", and although in a restricted bank, he managed to break the code and download it. Of all three, the latter was the one he devoured page by page, and he had found it all because of the disc his father had given him.
Ever since Nog had taught him about jacking off, he'd had fantasies about Nog and a few other males on the station. After he had given Nog his first blow job, those fantasies had increased, and after he had read the restricted file, those fantasies had become much more detailed. Even so, he still had thought his interest was just natural curiosity and teenage hormones. Then came the Bajoran Gratitude Festival.
With the arrival of Lwaxana everyone went a bit sex crazy, which was natural whenever Lwaxana was around. What nobody knew at the time was that she had also brought on board a virus that caused Santhi Fever. One effect of the Fever was that people on the ship began to reveal their secret hots for each other, Quark for Keiko, Bareil for Dax, Dax for his dad, Lwaxana for Odo, and Bashir for Kira. Jake found himself uncontrollably attracted to Julian Bashir, the station's medical doctor. He managed to hide his lust by pretending to be attracted to Kira also, thus allowing him to be in contact with Bashir as often as he could.
So, life was the shits. Throwing the scrap metal across the loading dock, Jake got up and headed for his room. He had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He was about to enter the quarters he and his father used when he heard his name being called. He recognized the voice of his best friend, Nog.
"Hi, Nog."
"I've been looking all over for you."
"Why? There something up?"
"No. Just looking for you, that's all."
Jake knew better. Nog was a terrible liar, which was unusual for a Ferengi. Something was definitely up.
"Wanna come in?"
"Sure."
"Can I get you anything?" Jake offered.
"Snail juice, cold."
Jake ordered it from the replicator along with a chocolate milk. He tried not to look at the slimy grey-green liquid as he handed it to Nog. Nog took a long swig and wiped his lips with the back of his sleeve.
"OK, what's up?"
"Up?"
"Something's on your mind, Nog."
"Yeah."
"So?" Jake asked with exasperation. Sometimes Nog could be so frustrating.
"I've decided."
"Decided what?"
"I want to enter Starfleet."
"What?"
"I want to enter Starfleet."
"I heard you the first time."
"Then why d-."
"Never mind," Jake said with a frown. "Hey," he continued with a shrug and a smile, "I think that's great."
"Yeah, right."
"What's the problem?"
"What's the problem the man says. What is the problem?"
"What is the problem?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You think it's great. Well, Jako, you're the only one. Can you imagine what my father is going to say? Shit. He didn't even want me to learn how to read and write, remember? And my uncle Quark, what do you think he will say about a Ferengi who doesn't want to seek profits for a living? He'll send me back to Ferengar."
"I see your point."
"Then there's your father."
"What's my father got to do with it?"
"Ferengar is not a member of the Federation, remember? To get into Starfleet Academy, I need to be recommended by the captain of the space ship or space station. You know how your father feels about Ferengi, and about me in particular."
"Well, he has gotten less critical as he's gotten to know you."
"Oh great. What sort of recommendation can I expect from someone who is less critical than they used to be?"
The two sixteen-year-old boys sat there staring into space glumly. Jake reached over and ran his fingertips along Nog's left lobe. Nog was feeling too sorry for himself to protest. As Jake continued running his fingers along the boy's ridge of cartilage, Nog's self-pity turned slowly to pleasure. He knew Jake should not be doing what he was doing, but he had not felt pleasure for a long while. He would let him continue for a few more minutes. When Jake's fingers slipped to the underside of his upper ridge, he knew that he had to call a stop to this.
"This isn't right," Nog said as he pulled away.
"Then teach me how to do it properly," said Jake.
"I didn't mean you were doing it wrong."
"I was doing it right?"
"No," Nog said with a frown. "Actually, you were doing it poorly."
"So, tell me how to do it better."
"Men don't engage in oo-mox with men."
"Why not?"
"They just don't."
"What I was doing made you feel good, didn't it?"
"Of course it did."
"And we're both men."
"You know that."
"Then shouldn't men engaging in oo-mox be good?"
"Jako, don't try confusing me with logic."
"Suppose I confuse you with this," Jake said as he reached over and groped his buddy.
The two boys wrestled playfully, each trying to feel up the other as boys have done countless times throughout history. With Jake being a foot and a half taller and a dozen kilos heavier, it was a one-sided match. The African-American teen was soon sitting on the Ferengi and had both hands on his lobes.
"Now, teach me the proper way, or suffer having it done my way."
"All right, all right. Get off me, you big ox."
They sat back on the sofa.
"You realize I'm doing this under duress," Nog said seriously.
"Of course."
"Well, first of all, you progress slowly from the least sensitive to the most sensitive sections of the lobes," Nog began. "And you begin with the slightest touch of the fingertips, and then slowly apply pressure in a rhythm, like you're playing a harp."
Jake slowly ran his fingertips back and forth along Nog's ear ridge, gradually increasing the pressure, and then moved onto the underside. His fingertips barely touched the underside of the upper ridge, but it sent ripples of pleasure through Nog's entire body. With Nog's prompting, he proceeded to again apply gradually increasing pressure before moving onto the next row of ridges in Nog's lobes.
"What about humans?" Nog asked fifteen minutes later, his breathing laboured and his voice husky. "What do they do to get turned on? I know they're not all permanently horny like you, Jako."
"Well, they kiss and hug and stuff."
"Human males have no erogenous zones like a Ferengi's lobes?"
"Well, there's several actually. The nipples for one."
"Really? On a male?"
"Yeah."
Nog unbuttoned Jake's shirt and slipped it off. He ran his fingers over the teenager's smooth, hairless chest and fondled his black nipples. "Does what I'm doing have a name?"
"Foreplay."
"Just like humans to give it a number."
"No, not four. It's spelled f o r e."
"Four, fore, for, and all sounding the same. Human language is impossible."
Nog was surprised to feel Jake's nipples become firm and then to see Jake tremble with his slightest touch. It had to be like it was with his lobes. Under Jake's instruction and with some reluctance, he stuck out his tongue and licked them and then carefully sucked on them. Their slightly salty taste was actually quite enticing. He knew that human males did what he was doing to their females, and he had to admit he actually found it stimulating doing it to Jake. As he proceeded, Jake resumed his oo-mox.
"You said there were several erogenous zones," Nog reminded Jake after ten or so minutes. He felt dangerously close to shooting a wad.
"The other is the anus."
"Humans are definitely strange."
"You do the same thing as you did to my nipples."
"Yeah, right! If you really think that I'm going to caress your asshole with my finger and then lick and suck it you are dreaming, Jako!"
"Get up and kneel on the sofa facing the back."
Nog had no idea what Jake had in mind but he was feeling horny as a toad and did as he was told. Jake knelt on the floor behind him. Reaching around and unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping the fly, Jake pulled down Nog's pants and underwear. Spreading apart Nog's smooth orange cheeks with the fingers of his left hand, he ran the index finger of his right hand along Nog's crack and over his puckered hole. Nog squirmed with the totally new sensation. Working up a generous gob of spit, Jake bent over and placing his lips against Nog's anus, he forced his saliva into Nog's opening. Running his fingers over the spit-dampened hole while he worked up another gob, he applied it the same way.
By this time Jake had a raging boner. Quickly pushing down his trousers and boxers, he worked up another gob of spit. His cock had been growing along with the rest of his body and now stood up proudly, six-and-a-half inches of hot, solid boy meat. Jake bowed his head and drooled over his huge black knob, coating it with his slimy saliva. He slowly reached around for Nog's cock. It too had been growing as Nog approached Ferengi adulthood, and was now almost five inches, a good size for a Ferengi. Jake ran a fingertip along the flanged knob, and then bent over and licked Nog's lobe. Nog was about to burst. When he felt Jake's hot, firm cock press against his anus, his automatic response was to press his butt back and open his hole to allow Jake's organ to continue the stimulation Jake's finger had begun.
Jake took that reaction as a signal that Nog was in agreement with what Jake had in mind and he pressed forward, wedging the tip of his boner in Nog's hole. Nog's sex-fogged mind slowly realized what Jake was intending on doing. He had heard of men doing such things, but had never imagined having it done to him. His body was aching for sexual release, his ears and prick itching with desire, and his mind unable to think about anything except his need to shoot off a load. He felt so tense he was about to snap. He wanted sex, and he wanted it badly, more badly than he ever had before.
Despite his desires, his mind reminded him that what Jake wanted to do was wrong. A man was supposed to be the fucker, not the fucked. Still, his mind had to admit having a hot pulsating tube of male meat up his hole was an enticing thought, and Jake was his friend. Just seeing what it would be like should be all right. Nog tried to think of a Rule of Acquisition that applied to the situation. Surely there had to be something about taking risks, or about trying new things. Rule sixty-eight said "ear stroking will get you anything". Maybe two hundred, which said "if you're going to have to endure, make yourself comfortable", would apply.
As he felt Jake's knob force its way into his hole, he decided on the first. Endure was not the word for what he was feeling. Nog grunted and strained as the black boy's hot cock slowly sunk into him inch by inch until he was firmly embedded to his root. Nog constricted his asshole about the intruding flesh as Jake began to withdraw, and the young Ferengi trembled with a stimulation that was almost as overpowering as oo-mox. As he felt his buddy begin to re-enter his body, he opened his hole eagerly and unashamedly sighed with the pleasure.
Jake slowly worked his cock in and out of his teenage pal, marvelling at the sensation of having hot pulsating flesh totally surrounding his cock. This was much better than jacking off. As he fucked, he reached around and massaged Nog's knob with his right hand and he bent over and licked his lobes. The spicy taste of the Ferengi boy's flesh was delightful. Jake closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations assaulting his mind. The erotic joy of squeezing and working his best buddy's stiff little cock, and the stimulation of performing oo-mox on him while his tight, hot asshole pulsated about his irritated cock, had to be the ultimate pleasure he would ever feel in his life. His mind and body could take no more. He trembled as he felt his jism spring from his tight nuts and rise up his pole. He shot violently into Nog's ass, filling him with his hot boy seed.
Nog's cock itched with pleasure as Jake's hand worked over his knob. His ears sent ripple after ripple of stimulation to his mind as Jake's tongue assaulted the sensitive underside of his lobes. His asshole burned with a strange desire as Jake pumped his throbbing cock in and out of his body. Nog trembled with the tipple assault on his mind. Never had he felt such intense pleasure, and as he sensed his friend cum up his ass, Nog released his own jism with a force he had never experienced before. The viscous, yellowish cum flew out of his irritated cock, striking the back of the sofa and running down it in thick gobs. Shot after shot throbbed out of the cock in Jake's hand as if there was no end. The room filled with the aroma of teenage sweat and hot boy spunk and the two boys gasped and inhaled the aroma greedily.
As the two boys finally collapsed on the floor in a post climatic haze, each knew he had experienced something very unique. Each also knew what he had to do. Nog knew if he had not overcome his reservation and agreed to engage in oo-mox with another male, and if he had not risked taking a chance to find out what it would be like to get his ass fucked, he would never have experienced what had to be the most erotic moment of his life. If he did not take the same risks and approach his uncle and Jake's father, who knows what he would miss. He was not going to take that chance. He was going to go to Starfleet.
Jake knew if he had not followed his heart this afternoon, if he had not dared to engage Nog in oo-mox and to follow his fantasy of making passionate love to him and fucking his ass, he too would have missed the ultimate experience in his young life. No matter what his father felt, Jake knew he would have to pursue what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, and to live how he wanted to live, no matter how others felt about his alternate life style.
The next day, Jake returned to loading dock G14. He drew a heart with a piercing arrow around the date. Inside the heart, he inscribed to mark the occasion for posterity, "Jake loves Nog".
Third of a trilogy of Jake-Nog tales by Aardon Beta. Trek fans and Ferengi can write to the author c/o authorsix@hotmail.com where the author has a subspace temporal portal link for when he is in transmission range with Earth.
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