I wrote this story for a friend. I hope that it is enjoyed by all. Upon reading this, I promise you two things. One, there's a plot. Not that I'm promising War and Peace, but it ain't Danny does Dallas either. Second, there is sex between two men. Now that this is clear, hopefully we can all enjoy ourselves. Oh, and before I forget - everything within is fictional and is based on fictional characters and so on and so forth, so huddle up close Trek fans and get that lubriderm ready!
Wesley's Lights
The lights were back. They always came back at night.
Wesley peered into the darkness. On the far horizon he could see a sparkle of the bluish green aura that would soon surround him. They were coming closer - they always came closer.
He knew that running was futile. He was surrounded by nothing - an infinite sheet of black stretching forever in every direction. There was no place to run.
Not that it was necessary to run, they had never hurt him. On the horizon the lights had grown. They were now large enough to make out several colors flickering and swirling in the mass. It was difficult to tell how vast or how far away they were. From his standpoint it seemed like they were mere feet in front of him. Yet as they grew his perception changed and it seemed like they were light-years away.
Wesley looked down. He was dressed in the familiar black and red uniform of a Starfleet Command Officer. He tapped the metallic insignia on his chest, hoping that help was nearby. Nothing - his communicator was dead. The lights now consumed half the sky. Wesley could make them out clearly. They were more of a mist, really - blues and greens and reds all swirling together in an infinite maelstrom. They were beautiful and horrible all at once.
Wesley was torn between his curiosity about their nature and a primal fear of them all at once.
He felt them pulling at him. It began as a tickling sensation in his chest.
Then he felt the thin, brown hair on his head moving out of place and towards the lights. It was like an autumn breeze against your back, really - nothing to be to alarmed about. The pull became stronger and stronger.
Wesley found himself consciously holding himself back. He braced himself and strained as the magnetic force worked to overcome him. The autumn breeze was gone now, and what pulled at him felt like a giant hand had wrapped itself around his slender body and was forcing him into the lights.
And then all at once he was swept away - carried at breakneck speed into the maelstrom. He was surrounded by the lights - trapped in their center. The greens and blues swirled around him hypnotically. They seemed to whisper as they moved.
Wesley was overcome with fear. He felt helpless against the power this force held over him. The lights tightened in around him. He looked down at his chest. The red uniform was seemingly being eaten away by the lights.
His communicator dissolved in a bluish white light - much brighter than the reds and greens around him. Then his shirt and pants were gone. Wesley felt suffocated - he writhed and squirmed into a fetal position. He was one creature of flesh and blood in an infinite cloud of nothingness. He was infinitely alone. He felt that hair on his naked legs rise as the lights grew in intensity. His white boxers began to dissolve. They started on the right leg - where the insignia of Starfleet Academy was embroidered. The legs became ragged edges as the waistband was eaten away. And then, like water seeping into sand, they disappeared all together. Wesley was now naked and helpless to the power of the lights.
The lights moved closer and closer. If they had had any mass, they would certainly have crushed him. And yet they did not. Wesley felt smothered by them - as if any second they would become too intense and he would no longer be able to breath. They were not so vast now - they were all moving to be close to him. As they came in tighter and tighter Wesley felt his fear move towards panic. The weight on his chest was immense. He was certain he would be crushed.
Tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Wesley could no longer breath. He tried to scream but his sounds were choked off by the weight on the lights.
Crushing, crushing, crushing. They moved in closer. Wesley screamed into the darkness. They were the lights. They always came at night.
Wesley sat straight up in bed. His heart was thumping so hard that it felt as if his brain and chest would explode all at once. Streams of sweat ran down his face and chest. His hair was soaked with perspiration. So were his white Starfleet Academy boxers.
"Fuck," he muttered and shook his head, "stupid dreams."
He stood up and walked over to the dresser. In the tall, full length mirror he could see his body from mid-thigh up. As always, the dream about the lights left him wide awake, soaked in sweat and, strangely enough, with an erection. Wesley never understood that part of it - the lights frightened him, terrorized him. And yet he found himself aroused by their magnificent malevolence.
He looked down at the hard-on tent poling under his boxers. He shifted his gaze upwards to his stomach and chest. He was proud of his youthful body - young, slender and muscular. The boy he had known when he first joined up with the Enterprise was all but a memory now. Over the past few years he had put himself through rigorous training. He kept his slender physique, but as time progressed and he remained faithful to his exercise programs he slowly built muscles on his boyish frame. His biceps were lean and strong, his stomach flat and hard. His chest has increased in size too. Yes, he was very proud of his body - he had worked damn hard to get it where it was.
Wesley looked up to gaze in his own eyes. Who was this stranger? He thought back to the first time he had encountered the lights.
It had been two years earlier. He and The Traveler has been at the outer rim of the galaxy. They had gone much farther before, but there was something here The Traveler said he wanted Wesley to see. They had come across the lights where The Traveler said a planet had once been. Its disappearance had warranted further exploration.
The lights had surrounded them much like they had in Wesley's dream. They had crushed down upon them and as Wesley blacked out he remembered The Traveler exclaiming something.
"Good-bye!" he had screamed over the roar of the lights, "I will get you out - never return to this place!" After that all was a blank. The next thing Wesley remembered was waking up five months later aboard a Starfleet Deep Exploration Vessel nearly twenty thousand light years from where he started.
It had been the USS Cyrus. It was there that he met Captain Greg Zaum.
Greg was the youngest captain in Starfleet history. He had moved up through the ranks with incredible speed. As an ensign he had defeated the borg and saved the colony world Aximor 3 after the entire command crew had been killed in a battle with the enormous alien ship. Later, he had defended the Earth against a giant probe resembling one that the famous Captain Kirk had defeated eighty years earlier.
Wesley and Greg got along famously. They were similar in so many ways.
Wesley always thought of Greg as the command version of himself. Whereas he was an engineering genius, Greg was a genius at the helm.
They had spent six moths aboard the Cyrus, heading back to Starfleet space.
They had had many adventures together, one of which awarded Greg the command of a brand new class of deep exploration vessel. Wesley had opted to finish up at the Academy. He was also working on a new propulsion system that would make the current designs look like slugs. He had thought up the system in his journey with The Traveler.
"And what of The Traveler?" Wesley thought, "What became of my old friend?
Is he dead? Trapped? Lost?" Suddenly, the image in the mirror began to shift. Wesley thought he was hallucinating at first. Then he was sure something was happening. He watched as the image of his face was replaced by that of The Traveler. Then, the left side of The Traveler's face was replaced with that of Greg's.
"Now Wesley," The Traveler whispered, "now is the time to go back."
"Back?" Wesley asked, "back where? Are you alive? Are you real?"
"I am as real as I ever was. I left you yet I never did. Now is the time.
You are the key. He is the key," The Traveler said as he glanced at the other side of his face. Wesley knew he meant Greg. "Go and fulfill your destiny. And don't fear the lights any more, they are not forces from without seeking to destroy you, but rather forces from within."
"I don't understand," Wesley was saying as The Traveler faded away. He was gone again just as quickly as he had appeared.
Wesley was alone again.
He looked into the mirror but he was all that was there. Strangely, he was as aroused as ever.
Wesley walked over to his computer terminal and switched it on. He wanted to get rid of this boner and there was only one way he was going to.
"Computer, connect to the Intergalactic Wide Web. Site: IGW.BadCadet.porn."
Wesley sat down and relaxed in his desk chair. The opening screen came up.
It was his favorite porn site - thousands of great pics. Of course, they were all pictures of guys. That was what really turned Wesley on, although he had never really had the courage to do anything with one. Besides, there weren't a lot of studs in the gamma quadrant when you're traveling along as a disembodied energy beam.
He wanted to check out the picture of the day. He clicked on the icon.
Slowly, line by line the image appeared.
"Dammit, three hundred years and this thing is still so fucking slow!" he muttered. Then the picture appeared.
It was a muscled young man with dark blond hair and great abs. Wesley was instantly attracted to him and felt a stirring in his shorts. He slowly pulled of the Starfleet boxers, revealing his slender seven inches. His hormones were raging.
He likes to tease himself. He lightly touched the tip of his penis. He felt a tiny bead of lubrication there. Slowly, he ran his finger around the head in circles. As he caressed the rim he felt waves of pleasure welling up inside of himself. More lubrication seeped from the hole.
Wesley moved his palm across the head and down, lubricating the shaft of his penis. He was really on now. He hit animate on his screen and watched as the blond stud came to life - masturbating on a black leather couch.
He moved his hand faster now, up and down his slippery dick. With his right hand he felt his hard, brown nipples. His stomach muscles rippled in excited anticipation. He was close now.
Wesley leaned his head back against the chair. His hips pushed forward in a jutting motion. His precum was dripping down the shaft.
On screen, the blond stud was doing the same. Suddenly, a white stream of semen poured out onto the black couch.
This was too much for Wesley. He felt himself pass the point of no return.
All at once he exploded, globs of white semen spraying into his face and hair. One hit his right nipple and as he came he rubbed it into his chest.
Relaxed, Wesley fell asleep in his chair.
Wesley decided the next day to rendezvous with Greg. He knew that he was welcome aboard the USS Phoenix anytime and made arrangements to meet up with the ship as soon as possible.
A week later Wesley was stepping aboard the Phoenix. When he stepped off his shuttle, Greg was there to meet him.
"Wes, good to see you!" Greg exclaimed, flashing Wesley his famous wide grin. Wesley was glad to be back with his friend. He was a full six feet with dark brown hair and olive skin. Greg had always enjoyed junk food, and despite the nutritious content of Starfleet foods, he was slightly pudgy. He managed to mask that, though, with a muscular build. He was stout and tall - men never minded taking orders from him, despite his age.
"Requesting permission to come aboard, Captain Zaum," Wesley said as he smiled back. They both laughed at his mock formality.
"So, what's big enough to drag you all the way out to the rim again?" Greg asked.
"It's a long story, one that I'd rather not share with the entire crew," Wesley said as he motioned to the two security guards at the door to the launching bay.
"Well, I was going to mention it anyway and now it seems doubly convenient.
I thought you might be tired after your trip, I prepared a special program for you on the holodeck."
"Great, thanks a lot."
"My pleasure, I think you'll see that we don't do anything half assed aboard the Phoenix," Greg stated as they headed out the door and towards the holodeck.
"Oh," Wesley stopped in his tracks, "I brought something that needs to go to engineering."
"No worries," Greg replied, "I'll have my first officer, Cory, take it down."
"You brought Cory over? How is he?" Wesley asked. Cory had served with Greg on the Cyrus. He had a great sense of humor and even had a cartoon strip published in the Starfleet News Service about a cow serving as captain of a freighter. It was pretty funny stuff.
"He's good. Still drawing that stupid cow, though." Greg never liked the cartoon because the cow kind of resembled him.
Greg and Wesley stepped through the doors to the holodeck. They stood in the center of the familiar yellow and black grid.
"Computer, run 'Welcome Back Wesley One," Greg said. The yellow grid was replaced by a lush tropical rain forest. Greg and Wesley were standing on the edge of a massive cliff overlooking a waterfall that emptied into a lagoon. They must have been miles in the sky.
"Wow," Wesley exclaimed, "what is this place?"
"Don't you remember? Hawaii359 on the colony world - where I first defeated the borg?"
"Oh yeah!" Wesley exclaimed, "I've read about it but I've never seen it."
"Gravity is light here. You can dive off a cliff and fall forever. Wanna try it?"
"Well, I didn't exactly bring a bathing suit," Wesley replied modestly. In truth, he really wouldn't mind skinny dipping, but he wanted Greg to be the first to mention it.
"Suit? Ack, what do ya' needs a suit for?" Greg replied in a fake Scottish accent he sometimes used when joking around. With that he stripped down to his underwear.
Wesley followed his lead, wondering if he was going to dive in his boxers or go "au naturale". As soon as Wesley got down to his undies, Greg slid off his boxers. Wesley did the same.
The two stood facing each other naked for the first time. Wesley noticed the many differences between their two bodies. He was lean and muscular with a fair build. He had small, rock hard nipples on a slightly developed chest.
He wasn't scrawny like he used to be, but he was still very lean. His tummy was small and supple, with a button-like "outie" in the center. He was pretty hairless, except for a patch of brown downy-like hair around the base of his penis.
Greg, by comparison, was stout and strong. His rigorous exercise had never eliminated a small amount of fat around his belly, but it had given him strong arms and legs. He had a trail of dark brown hair that went from his pubes, up his stomach and across his chest. His larger, flatter nipples were surrounded by small circles of furry hair.
The thought that Wesley was attracted to Greg flashed through his mind for the first time. He felt that familiar stirring between his thighs as the thoughts manifested themselves physically.
Greg must have had similar thoughts because he too became aroused. Wesley looked down with a shy grin on his face. He couldn't look Greg in the eyes, yet he couldn't resist staring at his endowments. His prick was long and thin and when fully erect lay prone against his stomach. Wesley always enjoyed the feeling of his warm boner against his young belly. His shaft was a light brown with a darker brown head.
Greg's dick was shorter but thicker than Wesley's. The skin was darker - darker than the olive complexion of Greg's face and body. The head was a rich reddish color. His penis stood straight out from his body a full six inches.
They were both standing there, miles above the massive lagoon, sheepishly staring at each other's bodies when Greg broke the silence. "Wesley, I'm glad you came back. I really missed you."
Wesley knew what was coming. Greg wanted him the way Wesley wanted Greg.
And yet he couldn't bear the thought of that. He had never been with another man. And yet every nerve in his body (particularly those between his legs) were screaming that he should go through with it - trust his instincts.
Somehow he couldn't, though.
"Greg," he squeaked, "there are some games I still haven't learned." He knew that Greg would remember his adventure with the Edo and get the reference.
He did. A smile spread across his face. Wesley was relieved, he had been afraid that Greg would be angry with him. Hell, he was angry at himself right now.
"Wes?" Greg asked coyly.
"Yeah?"
"Is this one of them?" And with that Greg grabbed Wesley's chest and pushed him over the edge, jumping after him. Wesley's first reaction was the instinctive terror that comes with falling off a cliff ten miles high. Then he realized that he wasn't falling, he was more like floating.
"Wow!" Wesley exclaimed. "This is great!"
"I thought you'd like it - it will take us a while to get down. Like I said, light gravity."
Wesley and Greg fell for what seemed like hours. They did loops and spirals as they drifted towards the lagoon far below. Their naked bodies glimmered in the hot sun - two spots of brown on an endless horizon of green and blue.
At one point Wesley drifted several hundred yards away from Greg. He was virtually alone in the vastness. He peered at the water below. Suddenly, the magical lagoon seemed to disappear and was replaced by the glimmering lights of Wesley's nightmares. Wesley gasped in horror - they had somehow made it into the real world.
"Don't be afraid," a voice called to him from everywhere and no where at once. It was The Traveler.
"Hello," Wesley yelled, "where are you!?"
"Wesley, fear not what you are, or what they are. That is as it has to be, accept it and you will achieve greatness."
Wesley was confused. Why did he always have to be so god damned cryptic.
"Where are you?" he called out into the infinite blue sky.
"I'm right here," Greg voice came from behind him. He had doubled up to speed his fall and catch up to Wesley. He came in from behind and on top of Wesley. He was going too fast, though, and to keep from plowing into him, Greg reached out and grabbed hold of Wesley. He caught the back of his leg right below his buttocks. Greg's forefinger wrapped around Wesley's thigh and was resting against the back of his scrotum. Pangs of pleasure pulsated through Wesley's body.
"Greg!" Wesley exclaimed, having forgotten exactly where he was.
"What's the matter, buddy," Greg asked, concerned.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw something. I must be tired. Too much Romulan Ale I guess."
"Or not enough," Greg muttered, "well, as I always say - settings set sir! If you're tired, we'll do this another time."
"Yeah, thanks," Wesley replied. He was suddenly very tired.
"Computer, end program!" Greg called. The rain forest and cliff and lagoon disappeared and the two were suddenly in the small confines of the holodeck once more. "I'll have Cory show you to your room," Greg said as they dressed. ***
It was night. The lights were back. They were smothering him.
Wesley awoke with a scream. He was drenched in sweat again. The dream had been much worse this time - he was terrorized. Almost instinctively, he got up from his bed and ran across the hall to Greg's quarters.
Greg answered the door with a look of tired concern on his young face. As soon as the door opened, Wesley pushed inside frantically. It closed behind him. He wrapped his arms around Greg, half in fear and half because he had always wanted to. He pulled Greg close and put his head on his shoulder.
"They were coming for me," he sobbed.
Greg didn't know what he was talking about, but he sensed that the danger was not real. Wesley was like a little kid that had had a bad dream. At once Greg's heart went out to his friend. He wrapped his arms around Wesley's back and let his friend cry.
After a few moments of quiet sobs, Wesley's heart slowed down and he regained control of his emotions. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be," Greg replied.
Suddenly, Wesley was very aware of where he was. He and Greg were both in their boxers. Their chests were pressed up against one another. Greg's familiar, musky smell permeated Wesley's nostrils. Thin strands of Wesley's sweat soaked hair rested on Greg's forehead. Wesley began to feel the muscled contours of Greg's back.
Greg very quickly picked up on Wesley's change in attitude and did the same.
Wesley had been sweating so profusely that their chests were both steamy and soaked. As they pressed closer, their slick skin rubbed against each other erotically. Greg's stout stomach pressed hard against Wesley. It was warm and wet and muscular against Wesley's small boyish tummy.
Wesley moved his hands to Greg's chest. It was wet with his sweat and some of Greg's own. The small quarters were becoming humid and steamy. He felt Greg's hard nipples move across the palm of his hand. At the same time, Greg reached down to Wesley's thigh and ran his hand up the front of Wesley's wet underwear.
Pleasure pulsated through both men. All at once, Wesley's penis exploded into a full erection. He felt the sticky lubrication dripping down the head.
He could feel Greg's erection do the same against his hard body.
Wesley looked Greg in the eyes. He saw a version of himself. He saw love and lust and brains and brawn all rolled into one. He moved his face closer to Greg's - so close that they could feel each others steamy breath across their brows. Wesley let his lips brush Greg's. The sensation was wonderful.
He leaned his head back and let out a slight moan. Greg pulled it closer again and let his tongue roll across Wesley's upper lip. Wesley did the same.
Wesley reached down and pulled Greg's boxers off. He felt Greg's dick pressing firmly into his muscled abs. Greg did the same.
Greg slowly pulled Wesley back towards the bed. Kissing more passionately, the slipped down onto the bed. Wesley was lying on top of Greg, his erection between their two stomachs. Greg's had slipped between Wesley's thighs.
Wesley pinched at Greg's taunt nipples and began moving up and down against Greg's stomach and chest. His penis rubbed against the course hairs of Greg's belly, sending waves of pleasure into his brain.
Their sweat acted as lubrication and as Wesley increased speed, their bodies moved together in a rhythmic slapping sound. It was a good feeling, but not good enough. Wesley moved his face down Greg's chest, biting at his nipples.
He moved lower and lower, stopping with his face to the left of Greg's wet cock. He sniffed at it, letting the aroma penetrate his soul and teasing Greg with slight brushes of his lightly downed cheeks and lips. Greg moaned with pleasure.
All at once, Wesley took Greg into his mouth. He moved back and forth, licking the shaft and head with his tongue. Greg sat up, letting out a little yelp of pleasure. Wesley was now kneeling in front of him. Greg caressed Wesley's head, twirling strands of hair with his fingers.
Greg began gyrating his hips in rhythm with Wesley's sucking. He increased in intensity - faster and faster. His pulse was up, he was coming close. He breathed harder and harder, gasping for air as pleasure overtook him. Wesley pulled away, sensing that his mouth couldn't move quick enough. He grabbed Greg's thick, wet shaft with his left hand and started moving as fast as he could. It was slower than when he jerked himself off, but it was apparently good enough for Greg. With a light scream Greg tensed up all at once and streams of white semen sprayed onto Wesley's chest.
Wesley relaxed a little. He had almost forgotten about himself when Greg reached for his thin, long cock. All at once he was aroused as strongly as ever. Greg wiped globs of his cum off of Wesley's chest and used it for lubrication as he stroked Wesley's manhood. Wesley saw this and was overcome with sexual excitement. He placed his head back against the cushioned bed, almost straining from the intensity of the pleasure. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
Wesley came and came and came. Waves of orgasm shuddered through his thin body, hurting him and pleasing him all at once. He felt as if he were in a different place, another time. All at once everything was clear to him. He was one with the universe.
He thought he was going to black out from the orgasm, but he did not. As his penis shrank back, satiated for now, he looked up at Greg and smiled.
"Thanks," he muttered, "I needed that".
Wesley rolled over under the covers and fell asleep while Greg rubbed his soft tummy. ***
"RED ALERT CAPTAIN ZAUM!" Cory's alarm filled the room. Greg and Wesley were jarred awake. They had been sleeping peacefully in each other's arms.
"What is it?" Greg called into the empty space of the room.
"It could be some sort of alien life form, it looks like flickering lights.
And they're coming at us fast."
Greg swore and pulled on his uniform. He was out of the room in record time.
Wesley moved a little slower. He knew that there was nothing to fear.
On the bridge, Greg looked over the ship's stats. Well, they were up to full armament. And if he could defeat those fucking borg, who the hell was a bunch of lights to challenge Starfleet's favorite?
"Sir," Cory stated, "they're pulling us towards them. My readings indicate they'll crush our hull."
"Not my ship," Greg swore, "Fire a volley of photon torpedoes up their ass."
"Wait!" a voice called from the door onto the bridge. Greg turned to see Wesley standing in full uniform. It didn't fit very well because it was an extra one of his uniforms.
"Wesley, you better know what the hell you're doing if you expect me to hold off on firing on these fuckers!" Greg yelled. He trusted Wesley, though, and gave the command to stand down.
"Crusher to engineering, do you read?" Wesley spoke into the communicator.
"This is head engineer Williams. Go ahead."
"Did that unit I brought on board make it down there?" Wesley asked.
"Yeah," Williams replied, "we were curious about it so we plugged it in.
Couldn't figure it out, though - what the hell's it supposed to do anyway?"
"That's what I though," Wesley muttered to himself, "that's why they came."
The ship lurched and creaked as the ever incoming lights threatened to tear it apart.
"Captain, we have less than ten seconds - do I fire!?" the helmsman screamed.
Greg was about to answer yes when Wesley screamed out, "Williams, turn the unit on now!!! Do it!!!"
"Activating unit!" Williams replied.
Suddenly the ship was enveloped in a white light. Wesley looked over to Greg. He could see his physical form in blue and white, but he could see much more than that. He could see Greg's hopes and dreams. He could see his love for him. Looking around the room, the same was true for everyone.
Wesley could "see" the helmsman's crush on a certain waitress in the bar.
He "saw" the weapons officer's terrible accident when he was ten that left him with twelve broken bones. He could see into people's minds and hearts and souls. He wondered if he was dying.
The next thing he knew Wesley was lying on the floor of the bridge.
Everything seemed normal. All around, crewmen were picking themselves up.
"What was that all about?" Greg asked.
Wesley walked to a terminal and brought up engineering on the screen. They could see Williams looking over Wesley's device. Lights like the ones they had seen outside the ship danced within a clear tube alongside the unit.
"What is that?" Greg asked.
"I'll show you," Wesley replied. He punched a few numbers at the helm and engaged the warp drive. The ship lurched and came to a stop a few seconds later.
"Captain!" the helmsman exclaimed, "we just traveled across two entire galaxies!"
Greg looked out the main viewer in awe. Was it possible? "How did you do this?" He asked Wesley.
"It's the wave of the future," Wesley replied. With that he punched up a few more numbers and seconds later they were orbiting Earth. "Do ya think they'll be surprised to see us?" Wesley asked, grinning. This time he had really done it. He was a master of time and space. ***
Greg had wanted to know more about the drive, but Wesley had told him that it could wait. In the meantime, he wanted to spend some quality time with Greg. They joined each other on the holodeck and now stood on the same cliff they had the day before. They both seemed older and wiser somehow, though. They stared off into the horizon at a magnificent sunset.
"You know what those lights were?" Wesley asked.
"Nope."
"They were pieces of the universe, Greg. Big chunks from the beginning of time. And those chunks are enough to let us control the universe from now on. We can go anywhere, do anything now. We're free to roam as far and wide as our imaginations take us."
"I don't understand how you knew about them, though," Greg replied.
"Well, we all have a little piece of the universe within. Some call it a soul, others imagine it doesn't exist. I was so close to understanding it, I just needed to grasp one thing."
"What's that?"
"I needed to realize that we have to accept our place in the universe - accept who and what we are. We also have to accept others and what they are.
Once we get that far, the rest is easy. We can't be afraid of the universe and we can't be afraid of ourselves. Once we accept the immortal systems and balances within the universe, we are so close to understanding its nature. I never did, though. See, I never accepted what I was until last night."
"And what is that?"
Wesley grinned again, "Someone who loves you very much."
Greg smiled back. It was a wise and relieved smile. "Thanks. So, what comes next?"
"Well, if your up to it we have a hell of a lot of exploring to do!"
"Yeah, it's bound to be a grand adventure all right."
Wesley was still smiling, "I was thinking that we could finish that dive first, though." Their grins got bigger and they stripped down naked. Their penises both bulged to full erections. Wesley patted Greg on the butt and took a flying leap off the cliff. Greg followed suit.
They made love all the way down, licking and sucking at each other's young, supple bodies. As they came they were both aware of one thing. Though this adventure was over, a new, bolder, grander one was just beginning.
Wesley looked down at the lagoon. The lights were gone. Instead he saw his friend, The Traveler looking up at him. He winked. Wesley turned to Greg and as they floated to the earth they began to make love again.
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