The Love of Zachary - 1
Written by AJAY mindmelded@hotmail.com
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The Chief of Ops welcomed each party as they beamed aboard, giving them the regulation speech before the next party beamed up. The Chief preferred to welcome new crew in small groups because he felt it made for an easier transition aboard a new starship. Both the Executive Officer and Ship Counsellor agreed with this. Rotational rosters were always a trying time, especially when new crewmembers were assigned to the ship. There was always a period of adjusting to the new crew, reminiscing about those who had gone, and general upheaval until everyone got used to each other again. The Enterprise may be the best ship in the Fleet, but it was also the ship with the largest crew rotation due to its excessive share of action at the front. Most young ensigns crave to see some action as the pride of the fleet boldly goes where no man has gone before. Yet the thrill dies off quick when they realise that the best place to be is on the Bridge and you hardly see anything below decks except share in the glory of a job well done by the Away team. Still, serving on the Enterprise meant a fast track to promotion as long as you keep your head down, do your job, serve your time and suck up to the Executive Officer and you'd be right. Or so the Chief said. No one knew whether to laugh or not when the Chief mentioned that last part about the Exec.
Lieutenant Adam Jean-Paul heard this welcome speech for the sixth time. It was one of the hazards of being on transporter duty during one of the Chief's welcomes. The hard-sell speech fell on deaf ears though, since these groups of new additions were fresh from shoreleave on the pleasure planet, Risa. No amount of doom and gloom would phase this lot and the rest of the crew would hear about stories of the sexual exploits of Risa for days to come. Oh well, at least it would make for some good jerk-off material at lights out. A bulge started to form at the front of the Lieutenant's uniform as his mind wandered back to his own first shoreleave experience on Risa. Thankfully the communicator, indicating the final compliment were ready for beam up, brought him out of that reminiscing. Nothing was ever left to the imagination in these tight fitting uniforms.
The Lieutenant watched each group beam aboard with little more than a passing interest, at least until he noticed one guy in particular in the group. There was something familiar about him that caused strange reactions deep within. It was as if he was an old friend, although the Lieutenant knew that he hadn't met this person before, or at least that he was aware of doing so. There was attraction felt that compelled Adam to get to know this person. A seed of deep memories stirred as he stood on the precipice of knowledge, but nothing more was forthcoming no matter how he struggled to regain some sort of repressed memories. Was this the familiarity of a soul brother that he was feeling? He tried to shake it off, but try as he might, his thoughts were consumed by this handsome stranger. He could practically hear the guy's heart pumping the blood of life throughout his body. Or was it his own beating heart he could hear? Maybe he better make an appointment to talk to the Counsellor about this. It was as if the mere presence of this person gave the Lieutenant a renewed purpose in life. He stood up straight behind the transporter console and looked like he was interested in what was happening around him. No matter how much he tried not to stare, his gaze kept returning to this young Ensign. This stud muffin had a body of medium build that was lean, yet attractively appealing, and just the right facial features and good looks with a boyish charm to set Adam's loins afire. His crew-cut blonde hair haloed his face, which were lit by sparkling brown eyes that seemed to twinkle when he smiled; and his smile enraptured Adam like no other. He was wearing a regulation blue Starfleet uniform that generally indicated an interest in the life sciences. At least he wasn't in security, so he did not need to have a charmed life. He didn't even know to the dude's name, but Adam knew he'd be devastated if this guy ever came to any harm.
Looking up, Adam noticed that while he was giving the guy the once over, that he was being scrutinised as well. The Blue boy was now looking straight at Adam with a smile on his face. Their eyes made contact and a bolt of electricity zapped between them, or so it seemed to Adam. Throughout this exchange, the Chief was doing a roll-call, which was kind of unnecessary since the required number had actually beamed up, but that was the Chief's way. He had to call out a name three times before both Adam and his newfound friend realised that the Chief was waiting for a response from the Ensign. Breaking their revere, the Ensign answered the Chief and the group was escorted out of the room. Even if that was the last he saw of his mystery man that day, Adam knew it was more than enough to feed his wanking fantasy for the night. To Adam, this ensign was beauty incarnate and beauty had a name, and his name was Zac, Ensign Zachary Thomas.
That night, Adam had a restless sleep, filled with dreams of this guy he hardly knew. His mind flashed back to earlier in the day when his eyes locked with Zac as he gazed over his hot body in that tight form-fitting uniform. In his mind's eye he could see a pair of nipples standing erect beneath the blue and black material, just as an enticing bulge lay coiled beneath the uniform, all begging for release. Suddenly the distance between them disappeared and he was standing right in front of him. Zachary reached out and pulled them close so they were communicator to communicator and sharing their body heat. For a few milliseconds they absorbed each other with their eyes, as their arms snaked around each other's body with hands resting on each other's twin orbs of covered muscle. Their combined hot breath blew over their cheeks, lips slowly parting in anticipation of this new joining, but then heads veered momentarily so that the potential kiss became a passionate hug. Both of them wanted this so much, and both were powerless to stop it even if they could.
Hips started grinding together in unison as the family jewels expanded to fill the vault of cloth that held them prisoner. The humping became more frantic as each phallic member enlarged to their full harness for all to see and feel. As fingers glided over each other's backsides, both boners were pressing against each other sending enjoyable tingles throughout them that increased tenfold with each thrust. Droplets of precum seeped through the material at the tip of these members, and began leaking with ferocity matched only by the lustful humping to bring these dicks together. If they were sticks, they would have lit a fire in their groins far greater than the fire that already burned there. Faster, faster the pair of hips moved, sending one hard cock sliding up and over the other, spreading cock juice all over their front, before sliding back down again, to resume the course once more. First one tool dominated by sliding up and down the other, and then the other bone sought domination as each was brought closer to an explosive super nova at warp speed. This is truly the final frontier where every man should come.
Standing there cheek to cheek with hips grinding, and hands exploring the contours of their bodies, both boys were in seventh heaven. Their heads turned slightly and their succulent lips met in a joyous union. A lip parted and tongues snaked out seeking a tactile exploration of each other's mouth that lasted for several minutes. Adam broke his kiss and literally ripped the uniform off Zac's back and then Zac did the same, so that both guys stood there with their uniforms in a tangled heap at their feet. Neither guy was wearing underwear and so the next thing they knew, they were naked in each other's presence - naked and hard before each other. Seeing Zac standing there in all his glory was the most beautiful sight Adam had ever seen. He proceeded to work his way down Zac's slimline body as Adam held him close. But before Adam could do any more, Zac pulled him up so that he could nibble gently his ear, his hot breath caressing Adam in waves of joy. Slowly he moved down to Adam's neck, nibbling and sucking like an incensed vampire wanting it all but not knowing where to begin. His mouth glided over Adam's chest then, taking each of his nipples in turn between his teeth, chewing them softly until they were erect under his touch. Adam's legs threatened to give way beneath him under this onslaught of sexual passion, but Zac's lithe arms kept me up with a hidden strength.
Then Zac pushed Adam to his knees and pulled his head towards the throbbing member that swayed like a cobra ready to strike. Adam's tongue darted out to taste the pearl drops of nectar oozing from the cock slit, before taking in as much of it as he could into his mouth. Zachary's pubes tickled Adam's nose, chin and neck as Zac's hips started pumping. His head was all the way down Adam's throat as those hips pulled back and then thrust that hard meat all the way back down again. Adam wanted Zac to shoot his load inside his mouth so bad that he started to squeeze that throbber between his lips. It was a vacuum from which Zac was going to get off as he continued to face fuck his newfound friend. Zachary was about to shoot a record-breaking load within seconds. Zac's balls contracted and then blasted load after load into Adam's waiting mouth. He could feel the warm, milky ooze down his throat. Zac let out a loud, boyish groan, clenched his teeth and grunted in ecstasy. Adam sat up in bed, drenched in sweat and sperm from the wet dream his just had. It looked like he had showered in his own cum. Zachary's groans still echoed in his ears as he lay there in sexual rapture from the powerful orgasm he just had. He knew then that his guy had a power over him that he had never experienced before. He knew also had they were going to be more than just friends if this strange bond he felt with Zac when they first met, could extend across the ethereal plain. Karma had drawn them together and now it was up to Adam to make sure that they were going to stay together. With newfound determination and purpose, Adam drifted off to a blissdful slumber dreaming more sweet dreams of his friend.
With each passing day of not meeting Zac, he had the same dream and the same explosive orgasm at the end of it. He knew if he didn't find Zac soon, he wasn't going to have any cum left in his balls, such was the effect of these wet dreams. Yet despite this, he never saw Zac again until several days later. Up until then the sheer expanse of a starship like the Diversity, and the assignment of different rotation shifts, had prevented their paths from crossing, not for want of trying on Adam's part. He found out that Zachary was assigned to the computer sciences division, he knew when he got off work, and even where his quarters were, but he still hadn't been able to meet him face to face. It was amazing how much you could find out about a person in a couple of days, without even meeting them. He knew that Zac had an interest in the holo-sports Rugby finals and had signed up to watch the next few games. Knowing wasn't enough, he wanted to meet his dream-boy in the flesh.
On this night, Adam had just finished his shift and had decided at the last minute to grab something to eat at the Ten Forward lounge. Normally he just replicated a quick meal in his quarters, but tonight something drew him to Ten Forward. As it turned out, Zachary was also dining there at this time. Seeing Zac again froze Adam to the spot. What was it about this guy that affected Adam so? Finally regaining his composure, Adam thought about picking a table just near Zac, so he could have an unobstructed view of his friend. Contemplating how to approach the object of his obsession, he noticed that Nicky Carter from security took a seat at Zachary's table. Adam and Nicky had graduated together at the Academy and this was the perfect opportunity to sit at the table with them and introduce himself to his man. So he made his way to where the pair were chatting, and got invited to dine with them. Luck was definitely on Adam's side, for no sooner had he sat down with the pair than a yellow alert was sounded and Nicky had to return to duty leaving Adam and Zac to dine together.
"Ok Zac, Tag, you're it!" said Adam, breaking the temporary silence.
"Damn, I've managed to avoid being 'it' since I was like eight. I didn't think any off-worlders played that anymore."
"Certain things transcend many humanoid cultures and a game of Tag is one of them, along with Hide-and-Seek, and Truth-or-Dare."
"I didn't realise your field is anthropology?"
"It's not. I'm doing this tour on transporter duty to fulfil my prerequisites before promotion, my major study is security and weapons technology."
"I know, I saw you when I first came onboard."
"Oh yeah, I remember."
'How could I forget?' thought Adam. He remembered me, that has to be a good sign.'
"It's a comforting thought that one of our better field agents is an expert of cross-cultural children's games." Said Zac with a smile on his face.
"Hehehe. That's because you've never played tag with me before. I've always been a kid at heart. You have more fun that way. How do you know about my field work anyway?"
"My speciality is computers and I was curious about you, so I checked your file and I'm sure your skills are formidable."
"You'll have the security Chief tracking you down and throwing you in the brig for tampering with files without an access. And you can put my skills to the test anytime." Said Adam with a smile.
"I'm afraid I am too naive to know what you mean." winked Zachary. "Besides I didn't get to where I was if I didn't know how to by-pass certain security protocols. I knew how to override the systems about five days after I could say 'computer'. You're not going to take me to the Chief now are you Mr Security?"
"Don't worry Zack. We're friends now. I'll look after you, if that's what you want."
"I don't need a guy to look after me, I'm pretty self-sufficient. You're a pretty funny guy, Adam. "
"Thanks Zack. I try to please. But if you ever need someone to take care of you, you know I'm your man."
"Not to mention a quick mover. I saw you scooping me out when I came onboard."
"You noticed? Damn, and I thought I was so discreet about it."
"You were. But the bulge in your pants wasn't."
"Lucky for me that you have an open-minded about things? You strike me as being a very special person."
"I'm an enlightened man of the new millennium, or at least I try to be. Starfleet opened up my eyes to a afew things and now I try to set an example for others of my race."
"What do you mean?"
"Well before Starfleet, I was kind of a homophobe, believe it or not. I was one of the first of my race to be admitted into the Academy. Both my admission into the Academy and my counsellor helped me realise that it was my attitude that was misdirected and not those I directed my anger towards. Diversity wasn't as well tolerated at home. It wasn't until I started up a subspace relationship with a guy, that I realised where my true feelings lay."
"So you accepted yourself then?"
"You'll think I'm a shallow bastard, but I accepted it mostly because he was so far away. The difference there was that I could actually get to know him as a person without having any reason to feel awkward or self-conscious. Damn, that sounds like shit when I say it out loud."
"No, please, go on." Said Adam sensing that Zac wanted to talk.
"To cut a long story short I mean I'm just trying to deal with a part of myself that I didn't like or have any respect for back home."
"Trying to deal with your bigotry, you thought a subspace relationship would be like therapy for you?"
"Ouch, it's not bigotry, it's conditioning. I had some stupid anxiety, but I don't hate. I had to confront a fear, like a fear of heights or whatever. Do you hate me now?"
"Of course not. Where did this hate come from Zac?"
"No, no, it's not hate. I don't hate anyone."
"What is it then?"
"It's hard to explain really. I'm sorry I said anything. I didn't want to make an ass out of myself with you. I know how much you Earthers value honest and I was just trying to be honest. I mean, you asked me, and I was like well, I could make up some gorn-shit answer about how I'm so openminded, or could admit that I was flawed but wanted to change. Now you're pissed. Can you say that in Starfleet?"
"Yeah, you can. But I'm not pissed, just kind of disappointed that any human colony still spread such negative conditioning among their children. My disappointment is not directed at you."
"Oh that kind of thinking existed, alright. It was one of the main reasons why our planet couldn't get admission to the United Federation of Planets for so long. If we couldn't accept diversity amongst ourselves, how could we accept other species? While most of our populations have changed their thinking, some outer colonies still harbour ill-feeling and I was raised in one of these outer colonies. It was made worse for me because I was gay and knew I'd be outcast if my feelings were revealed. Being selected for Starfleet made it both easier and harder to accept. I just don't know whether I should out myself for the sake of my people, or not."
"I cannot imagine how it must have been for you." Adam said putting an arm around Zac's shoulder for moral support. It was obvious Zachary hadn't opened up to anyone about this other than a counsellor before, and Adam wasn't going to disappoint Zac when he needed a friend the most. "Coming out is a personal choice. You do it for yourself, and not because it might be right or not for your people. But remember, I changed fields mid-way through my course, so that's not a professional opinion, but a personal one."
"Okay, I'll remember that." Said Zac smiling. "Put simply, it's like this. I didn't associate with gay people because I'm afraid about other people thinking I'm gay. I don't know how it is on Earth, but the intolerance level on my world can get pretty bad. So there it is, for so long I was a gorn-turd for hiding my true self."
"Did you think that others would think you're gay by association?"
"Exactly. It's something I didn't want to happen because I've seen it happen before on my world. It's like they could tell someone was gay just by looking at them."
"It's a sad history for many human cultures, including my own."
"The anthropology hobbyist speaks again, but you can understand what I'm saying. Still, I'm sorry, it shouldn't have to be like that. I realise that now. People's attitudes are so stupid."
"Its true. But I'm a guy who just happens like love guys rather than girls or other humanoid races. I can't change it. I was born that way. That is the way I am, and that is the way you are, too. You don't change your sexuality simply by association. Its all a matter of attitude, Zac."
"Do you mean why do people make that association? Of course I'm not sure, but I bet there's some lovely irony going on. I'd bet there's a lot of people out there who have negative attitudes about that stuff for no other reason than they're afraid to be associated with people who have positive attitudes. I think everyone needs to do a course at Starfleet to get proper direction in his or her lives. I'm losing my mind a bit here on my soapbox. Did that make any sense?"
"Now I'm confused." said Adam gazing into Zachary's light brown eyes.
"I mean, there are people out there like me who are afraid to do or say anything because of other people out there like me. Maybe I'm the confused one here."
"It keeps going back to attitude Zac. What other people think doesn't really matter, it's what's inside you that counts."
"You're right. I'm just trying to grow up here. I mean, this attitude I had was from like high school and before. Things are so damned different now. In fact, if I weren't such a coward, I'd talk to everyone in the same way as I'm talking to you now, you know, openly, and be an inspiration for all my people who are hiding in the closet. Surely you've been around long enough to know how hard it is to change certain things about your race's perceptions. It's a long slow process and I don't feel I am the one to lead that change. So, yeah, it's not really about gay-ness per se, it's about wanting to fit in."
"One thing that Starfleet teaches everyone, Zac, is to be an individual, not one of the crowd. The popular dude is the one who is cool, the one who stands out, no pun intended. You are already one of the shepherds, not one of the sheep, whether you realise it or not. Like sticks to like."
"Well, I AM an individual, I just don't like to draw negative attention to myself, because it sucks. I totally agree with you though, and if you're done with conversation by now I totally understand." Said Zac showing his perfectly white teeth.
"I'm done for now, only because our food has arrived. But you've found yourself a friend, Zac, and promise me you'll talk to me about anything you wish without censorship, okay?"
"Okay." Said Zac putting a hand on my shoulder. "Now let's eat, I'm starved."
"I'm for that. But after dinner we'll have to go back to my quarters for dessert and I'll tell you all about the dreams I've been having."
"I'm good at making dreams come true." Giggled Zac.
"I'll hold you to that promise." Replied Adam.
The human adventure was just beginning.
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