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Star Trek : The Next Generation
"Wesley's First Romance" written by DMR
part one.
Craig awoke with a start. Where was he? This definitely wasn't on that awful planet where he had been stranded for so long. He was in a room. And this room looked clean and new. And he was laying on a bed! But he looked to his arms and legs to see that he had been tied down! Craig started to get very angry. What kind of creature had done this to him? Suddenly two men in yellow uniforms ran inside. They had the familiar "A" on top of an oval on their uniforms. It was the Federation!
One of the men said to the other, "How do we say 'Stop or we will shoot' in whatever language it speaks?" The other man gave the first a language communicator. He spoke into it, saying: "Stop or we will shoot." The communicator began to translate the message into every foreseeable language that Starfleet had knowledge of. Craig moved his arm. One of the men in yellow aimed his phaser at Craig menacingly. He seemed to be saying, "I WILL shoot."
"Why do you fear me?" asked Craig. One of the security officers dropped the communicator in amazement. The officers began to back away. Craig sighed at the officers' stupidity. Then Craig called out, "Computer." The computer beeped in recognition. "Remove binds." Suddenly, the binds that had been restraining Craig vaporized. The security officers were now cowering at the door.
"It talks! And it knows how to use the computer!" one said in fear.
"Sir, I am a 'He.' Not an 'it.' I am a homo sapien just like you. I was a member of the U.S.S. Comet when its dilithium warp drives emploded, causing our ship to crash-land on the planet Htrae, which you must have beamed me up from. Now, may I speak to your captain?"
"You can't be human! Your skin is some kind of leathery-brown guck that nobody wanted to touch, and the doctor was to busy to examine you." one finally said, after a long pause. Craig stood up and walked into the lavatory. He initiated the ionic cleanser, and reappeared into the room with clean, tattered clothes. He looked very human. The mud that had formerly covered his whole body was gone. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a slight build, and was almost 6' tall.
"Sorry. No baths were available on Htrae. Now, may I see your captain?"
"That would be impossible." they said in unison.
"Does your captain even know that I am here?" asked Craig.
"N.. Captain Jean-Luc Picard has no time for such trivial matters." one of the men said. Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Wesley passed by Craig's room and peered in. Wesley stopped dead in his tracks. His brown baby-faced eyes merged with Craig's blue eyes. An officer turned to the young ensign. "Mr. Crusher, I must ask you to leave this level. This alien life form is armed and considered dangerous." Wesley didn't seem to hear them as he walked in. He walked right up to Craig. Then he noticed the guards.
"What the hell is this? You said that there was no life down there on planet Htrae! And does THIS look like an alien to you? Look at his arms.. human. His legs.. human. His.." Wesley said, pausing at 'groin.' He couldn't let these stupid security rookies destroy him before his career, which he had dreamed of since he was born, even officially began. "His eyes.. human." Wesley said softly this time, drowning in those pools of blue. The guards simply stared, saying nothing. Wesley's communicator beeped. "Wesley here." he said.
It was his mother who had hailed him. "Wesley, where the hell are you? I asked for those results 5 minutes ago! Surely it couldn't take that long to get them! Meet me at sick bay ASAP!!" she yelled, terminating the communication. Wesley sighed and turned to go. He then looked at Craig and motioned for him to follow. Craig did. They left for sick bay.
part two.
"Whew, that was close," Wesley said as he and Craig narrowly escaped from the security officers. "They're dumb. Star Fleet likes 'em like that. They takes orders and don't interpret them. They just do." Wesley quieted, noticing that he had been doing all of the talking. Wesley glanced at Craig and smiled. God, he was hot. Craig had gotten quite a build from all of his years escaping the natural perils of the planet Htrae. Craig's gray student uniform looked at least three sizes too small for him. Finally, they stopped at the turbo-lift. "Shall we?" asked Wesley, gesturing for Craig to go first. As Craig boarded the turbo-lift, Wesley patted him- a little low to be aimed for the back. Actually, his pat barely missed Craig's bubble butt. Wesley boarded the turbo-lift. "Bridge." he said, as the turbo-lift whooshed down to the bridge.
"What about your mom?" asked Craig.
"He speaks!" said Wesley, smiling that impish grin. "I thought you wanted to see the captain."
"But.. we're not members of the crew! I may have been on Htrae for 4 years, but I know that the Federation has this thing for respect! And it always will!" argued Craig.
"Well, my mom's the doctor. She wanted me to be ensign. So she pissed off our captain until I was ensign." Wesley said, smiling again. Wesley paused a second, and said, "Halt." The turbo-lift stopped on a dime. Wesley embraced Craig and kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe you are a little sickly. We should take you to Sick Bay after all." Wesley told the turbo-lift to take his guest and himself to the deck that Sick Bay was on. Its door soon opened. The two walked to Sick Bay, never looking healthier.
"God damn it, Wesley! I've been waiting eight whole MINUTES for those god damn test results!" screamed Beverly Crusher as Wesley entered Sick Bay. Then she noticed Craig. "Who the hell are you? I've received no reports of extra passengers beamed up!" she swore, angrily sitting at her desk.
"Hello, doctor. I am Craig of the U.S.S. Comet. Wesley saved me from those barbarians who beamed me up and locked me in a room. I am truly the reason that your son was detained. I apologize." Craig politely said, which amazed the doctor. She smiled at him.
"Well, Wesley, why didn't you tell me that your friend was so agreeable? I wish there were more like him! I'll inform the captain of our officers' incident. Entertain your guest, would you?" asked Beverly, as she hailed the captain.
Wesley looked deeply into Craig's eyes and smiled. "Gladly." he said, dreamily. Craig's hand touched Wesley's briefly. They looked at each other and smiled. They ran out of sickbay into the turbo-lift. The turbo-lift's doors whooshed open as it arrived on the floor where Wesley's quarters were. Hand-in-hand, Craig and Wesley walked into his room and secured the doors. Once this was done, Craig and Wesley exchanged a passionate embrace.
Then, Wesley decided to do something that he had wanted to do for a long time. He kissed a man on the lips. And not just any man. He kissed his own Adonis- Craig. Craig went a whole step farther. He slithered his tongue into Wesley's mouth. Wesley decided to do the same for Craig. As they were tongue-wrestling, Craig lowered his hands onto Wesley's butt and gave those adorable pink cheeks a friendly squeeze. Wesley's cock became instantly erect. Mmmmm. He wanted Craig. He wanted him bad. And he wanted Craig INSIDE him. Wesley brought his searching hands in front of him and found what he was looking for.
Wesley began to rub his hand up and down Craig's cock. He was
moaning. Craig ended the kiss. "Oh, Wesley. I want you so bad."
Wesley's only response to Craig was a kiss. Craig sadly took his hands
off of Wesley's virgin butt and helped Wesley off with his shirt. Wesley's
nipples stood erect in the light. And then Craig did something that Wesley
had never thought possible. Craig began to suck Wesley's nipples. Wesley
had never known that such a possibility existed. Wesley moaned in response.
Craig soon stopped sucking on Wesley's right nipple and moved on to his left. Wesley began to moan again. His hands crept down to Craig's pant buckle, and his pants soon dropped to the floor. Since Craig didn't seem to be wearing underwear, his erect cock stood out, ready for action. Wesley began to rub it up and down. A little bit of pre-cum dribbled onto Wesley's hand. Craig stopped sucking on Wes' left nipple. Both of his nipple were hard now. In one quick swoop, Wesley's pants were at his knees.
Wesley wanted to try something that he heard about. He bent down and faced Craig's beautiful 8 1/2 inch cock. It was only three inches from his face. Craig gyrated his hips, and that gorgeous cock bopped up and down, swiping Wesley's nose. Wesley then closed his eyes and enveloped the giant cock. "Oh, god, Wesley. Your mouth is so hot!" Wesley smiled. He loved the fact that he could please Craig so easily. Finally, there was someone he could please and be pleased by! Wesley began to lick up and down Craig's shaft. "Lick my cock, Wesley! Lick it!" yelled Craig. As Wesley serviced Craig, he began to knead Craig's asscheeks. The forefinger of his left hand found its way into Craig's sphincter.
Whoa, hold on! thought Wesley. This was uncharted territory. Talk about where no man has gone before... or have they? As Wesley's finger pressed into Craig's warm asshole, it seemed to... yes, it did! It opened up! Wesley slowly pushed his finger into Craig's welcoming asshole. Craig seemed to be moaning louder as Wesley simultaneously sucked him and probed his insides with his finger. But, wait. Craig's asshole seemed to be getting tighter. Craig softly said, "Oh, Wesley! I'm gonna cum!" With that, Craig gyrated his pelvis so that his dick was totally, to its hilt, in Wesley's mouth. His sphincer was so tight that it seemed to cut off the circulation in Wesley's fingers. Craig let out a low moan, and what seemed like gallons of cum gushed into Wesley's unprepared mouth. Wesley gasped as the heavy load touched his tongue. But he relaxed and decided to enjoy this special treat. When Craig was done, he removed his huge cock from Wesley's mouth. "Now it's your turn." said Craig, smiling. Suddenly, Wesley's communicator beeped. He answered it.
"Ensign Crusher, would you and your friend please report to my quarters? I'd like an accurate description of these officers who caused
your guest so much trouble." Jean-Luc Picard said, ending the transmission. Reluctantly, Wesley put on his clothes and prepared to meet his captain.
part three.
Wesley and Criag happily walked into Picard's office. They seemed a bit too happy. They were trying not to hold hands. The captain eyed them suspiciously as they walked in. Wesley's face sombered as he eyed the captain. This stern Frenchman was obviously in a bad mood. Picard motioned for the two of them to sit down. They did. Picard noticed that Wesley looked like he was trying to hide something. "Now, Mr. Crusher, normally Mr. Worf would handle petty matters such as this one, but since it is security, I will be handling this one personally." Picard said, noticing Craig's objec- tion as he said 'petty.' Picard cleared his throat and keyed into his console. The newfound lovers shifted uncomftorably in their seats. Picard noted this and continued his work. "Now, sir, please describe the events as you saw them." Picard said, relaxing. Craig began to speak of the ordeal, but Picard could only notice Wesley covering up his crotch. Why was he doing that?
God, he has a sexy voice, thought Wesley of his new-found boyfriend. He saw Picard staring at his cock, so he covered it up, not wanting the captain to see his erection. After Craig finished his story, Craig was asked to leave. Wesley remained. "Mister Crusher. You seemed to be having problems as Craig was relating his trauma. What is causing these disturbances?" Picard, of course, knew what these 'disturbances' were. A boy was all alone in space without females to relate to... of course, there were plenty of female teenaged passengers on board... Oh, well. Picard just wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth. Wesley simply stuttered, unable to speak out of fear. "Don't worry. There are plenty of girls on board the Enterprise. Go find one!" Picard said softly. Wesley wanted to say: 'But I don't want a girl. I want Craig.' But those words didn't escape his lips. He merely said, "Yes, sir."
Wesley then promptly walked out of Picard's office. Wesley turned his head and saw that Craig was leaning against the turbo-lift. Wesley ran over to him. Suddenly, the turbo-lift whooshed open. Craig lost his balance and fell down. Craig looked up and saw Data. Data was looking down at Craig. "Is this some human custom that I am not yet familiar with?" Data asked Wesley. Wesley giggled.
"No, Data. He was just leaning against the door of the turbo-lift when it opened."
"Ah. So it is because of physics. Interesting." Data said, walking off. Craig gave Wesley a confused look. Wesley just smiled and walked into the turbo-lift.
"That's Data- he's an android." Wesley said,helping Craig up. Wesley then moved his hand and squeezed Craig's butt. "Stop turbo-lift" Wesley said. The two embraced. "An elevator. Why not?" Wesley's hands groped for Craig's crotch and unbuckled his pants. It looked like Craig was up and ready for action! Wesley was about to encore his sucking session, but Craig objected.
"No, no. It's MY turn now!" smiled Craig, helping Wesley off with his pants. Wesley's lower body was almost completely white. The baby-white skin was a perfect offset to Wesley's gorgeous brown pubic bush. Wesley began to rise to the occasion. Craig's fingers slowly began to slide up Wesley's smooth legs (another Federation directive) and found themselves entering into Wesley's untouched cherry. As Craig's fingers made first contact,[;)] Wesley moaned, having never, ever, felt anything quite that fabulous. Wesley thought that he was going to melt. Craig then lifted up Wesley's virgin cock and began to lovingly suck on his balls. Wesley was wimpering. Craig's fingers were very slowly entering Wesley's tight cherry. Craig felt Wesley's balls tighten in response to these new, wonderful feelings. Craig started moving his tongue past the balls and into that space between the balls and Wesley's cherry.
Wesley was moaning more and more loudly. His hands were massaging Craig's shoulders. Suddenly, Wesley was turned around. He bent over and felt Craig spreading his bubble-butt ass cheeks. Then Craig did something that Wesley could scarcely imagine. He put his tongue up Wesley's asshole. Wesley thought that would come simply with this sensory overload. He was almost screaming in pleasure now. Craig's tongue was doing a wonderful rimming. Craig could feel Wesley's asshole contracting, so he stopped. Wesley exhaled loudly when Craig stopped. "Now I'm going to give you what I know you want." said Craig, bumping his pole against Wesley's ass. Wesley simply moaned in agreement. He had been dripping pre-cum since Craig started rimming him.
Craig started to enter Wesley. He pressed the mushroom head against the well-greased anus. Craig instructed Wesley on how to take his pole. He pushed as hard as he could and his cherry was ready. Craig slowly began pen- etrating Wesley. Wesley, however, didn't know that it would hurt. "Calm down, darling." Craig calmly said, feeling Wesley's resistance. Wesley tried again and Craig was able to successfully enter Wesley. Eventually, his pubic hairs were brushing against Wesley's smooth, silky-white ass. Goosebumps grew in response to this great new feeling. Craig began to move in and out of Wesley's popped cherry. Wesley came after only five strokes. His un- touched penis was dripping cum all over the turbo-lift. Spurt after spurt leaked out and dropped onto the floor.
While Wesley came, Craig started driving it home. The feeling of a virgin ass plus the pulsation of Wesley's anus soon brought him over the edge. He started erupting into Wesley's anal reservoir. Wesley knew that it could feel so good. The two lovers collapsed onto the floor. Laying there, they heard the computer beep in recognition to somebody's voice. Then, a voice softly said, "Stop recording. Copy the rec- ording to my private files and delete this original from all databases but mine." The two young lovers jumped up in fear, onto to hear feet softly crawling through the Jeffery's tube. The quickly got dressed and cleaned up their mess.
Throughout the day, they walked in fear. Who recorded them in their sex act? Was he watching them, scanning their every breath? What would he do to them now that he knew of their private relationship?
part four.
It was late. Wesley was tossing and turning in bed, scared shitless. What would happen? Suddnely, Wesley's communocator beeped. He turned on the light and responded. "Hello?" he asked. He skipped a breath when he heard Cmndr. Riker's voice. Will Riker, his fantasy man, was hailing him. He just hoped that this wasn't about this afternoon's occurance.
"Ensign!" Will Riker yelled, fearfully, "Your assistance is needed immediately! Please come! We need your help!" How strange, thought Wesley. He was never called when there was an error on the bridge.
"Well, I'll get to the bridge as soon as I can." said Wesley in a rushed tone. Will sighed slowly. Then he started to laugh. What's wrong? thought Wesley. "No. I think your ass.. istance would be more appropriate in my quarters." said Will. "I have something that I need to talk to you with." Wesley's eyes suddenly became as wide as saucers. Please, oh, god don't let it be about... "NOW, Mister Crusher!" yelled Will Riker. "Yes, sir!" Wesley, rushing to get his clothes on.
"Room number 7439. You know how to get here- I assume." Riker said, ending his transmission. Yes, Wesley surely did know how to get to the Comm- ander's room. Many a night he would walk by his door, listening to his voice as he conversed with people in his room. That deep masculine voice always turned Wesley on. And now he was going to see him.. face-to-face. And Will Riker might talk to him.. not as a crewman, but as a... Wesley broke out of his dream. He jumped up and ran to Riker's room, poste haste.
As Wesley walked into Riker's quarters, he stopped. He stared in horror at Craig's face. He was mentally pleading: no, no, no. Commander Riker stood and looked up and down Wesley's body approvingly. "Sit down, ensign. We have a lot to talk about." Riker commanded. Wesley did as he was told and sat down. As Wesley say down, he noticed that Riker was merely wearing a night robe. As Riker sat on the table that divided Wesley and Craig, Riker moved his leg far enough let it drop open. Amidst all of the hairs, Wesley could easily spot a rather large tool. He tried his best to keep his calm. Looking at the two of them, Riker began. "I know that space is a very constricting place. I know that sometimes one would do abnormal things because of the intensity of a long voyage. However, what I saw today did not seem to fit that description. You two seem to be.. very close." Riker said, clearing his throat. Riker turned on his computer and instructed it to play. It started playing a recording of Craig and Wesley's most recent encounter. Wesley sat in fear. "I believe that you two have a wonderful thing going. I would like to join in on you two- if just for once." Riker smiled, spreading his legs apart, exposing his enormous cock even more.
Riker began to massage Wesley's hair. He loved the soft, silky feel that it had to it. Craig walked over to Wesley and began to kiss Wesley. While the two were embracing, Riker removed his robe and began to remove the others' clothing. Soon they were all naked. Wesley and Craig ended their embrace and began to work of their commander. Craig began to rub his hands over every inch of Riker's body. Then he began to suck on his nipples. After a few prep breaths, Wesley gained courage and began to suck on Riker's 11 incher. It soon grew and became longer than it already was! Craig and Wesley were drowning in Riker's body. Craig was drooling over Riker's massive chest hair as he sucked his nipples. Suddenly, Riker pulled Wesley off of his penis. Wesley was wondering what had gone wrong when Riker turned him around and laid him on a table. Riker began to squeeze those hairless white asscheeks. Riker moaned in pleasure.
Riker began to insert three fingers into Wesley's anus. Trying to comfort his lover, Craig went under the table and begin to suck on Wesley's throbbing cock. Wesley began to moan. Sensing that he was ready, Riker began to m ount Wesley.
The three began to move in a continuous motion. Riker fucked, Craig sucked, and Wesley got all of the pleasures from being the inside of this sandwich. Unfortunat- ely, the three could not stand these intense feeling of pleasure for long. Wesley let out a sigh as he came like he had never come before into Craig's mouth. And Riker let out a loud wolf howl as he came. Then they all went to sleep in Riker's bed, resting in each other's arms.
I would like to dedicate this story to my boy-friend. I love you, Matt!
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