From agate!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!cioeserv.cioe.com!eddie.cioe.com!psci.net!root Wed Oct 11 17:43:46 1995 Path: agate!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!cioeserv.cioe.com!eddie.cioe.com!psci.net!root From: firstname.lastname@example.org Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Wesley Crusher (m/m) Date: Mon, 09 Oct 95 14:49:06 PDT Organization: Perry Spencer Telco Lines: 199 Message-ID: <NEWTNews.813275406.29686.mouse@Mouse.psci.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: dial07.psci.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII X-Newsreader: NEWTNews & Chameleon -- TCP/IP for MS Windows from NetManage WARNING The following is eroitc in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. If you are easily offended, please stop reading now. Domarun Adventure by Mouse@PSCI>NET (For those who have indicated an interest in a Wesley Crusher story, this story is submitted. This story does not attempt to deal with the "technical" aspects of Star Trek, so if you're looking for all the trekky type stuff, it ain't here. It is loosely based on ST:TNG novel #19, in which Wesley Crusher, Troi, Data and two other teens while returning from a training mission on Domarus via shuttle craft mysteriously disappear. They find themselves in a cave, back on Domarus IV. The novel contains as a sub-plot, a potential romance between Wes and a girl named Gina. Kenny, the other teen on the mission, also has an interest in Gina. But what if the real romantic interests were different?) "Damn it! Where is he?" Ensign Crusher thought to himself. Kenny hadn't shown up for lunch. The two of them were working on scanning the cave structure, trying to determine if there was a way out. Now Kenny was missing. His absence puzzled the young ensign. Kenny was severely claustrophobic; he was not likely to wander too far from the immediate area, illumined by the shuttle's external lights. Yet, he had not responded to Wesley's shouts. Wesley opened his tricorder, trying to get a reading on his friend. Again he found his attempts at getting a reading foiled by the electro-magnetic disturbances in the cavern walls. "Commander Data, Kenny is missing. I can't find him." "Ensign Crusher, as ranking trainee, Counselor Troi and I expect you to keep better control over your charges. When was the last time you saw him?" "We were sitting in the cockpit, trying to alter the shuttle's sensors." "Did he say anything that might indicate a propensity to leave the immediate vicinity?" "No, sir. All he said was... well, yes, Commander, he did indicate something. He said the only way to get our respect was if he got us out of here single handedly. He must have set off on his own to find a way out of here." "You are to remain here with Ms. Pace and Counselor Troi. I will attempt to locate him." "Yes, sir." Commander Data had been gone for over two hours, and Wes was growing impatient. "I'm going outside." "Commander Data ordered us to stay here, Wesley," Troi reminded him. "I won't go far, I just need to walk around a bit." Ducking through the airlock, Wes pulled out his tricorder again. Despite the em interference, he was able to locate the entrances to three tunnels. He knew Data had taken the one immediately behind the shuttle, the one visible within the lighted zone, thinking that the most logical for Kenny to have taken. Wes headed for the furthest tunnel, thinking that Kenny might have used that tunnel precisely since it was so far away. It would be difficult for anyone to have seen him wander off in that direction, and he would have been hidden in the darkness, should anyone have looked in that direction. As he entered the tunnel, his route turned immediately to his right and began to move up hill. His tricorder gave him just enough information to know what was ahead of him a few dozen steps and to create a map of the route he had followed. Two or three times, the tunnel had branched off, but each of the other branches had angled back down. Since the idea was to find a way out, Wes was certain that Kenny would keep taking the route uphill. He had gone nearly a kilometer when his tricorder chirruped at him. There was a definite life source just ahead. Wes picked up his pace. Rounding a bend he came upon a cavern in which grew a phosphorescent moss. The light produced by the plants was dim, but strong enough for Wes to see that the cavern was huge. A small underground river ran through the center of the cavern and the ground was not rocky like the tunnels, but rather a little sandy, with thick, mossy beds nearest the stream. Sitting on the shore was Kenny. He sat with his arms around his legs, his head hung. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Kenny? You've got us all worried about you. I can't believe you just walked off on us!" Wes was relieved to have found him, but angered that the teen had made him look bad. "I wanted to find the way out, to show you guys I wasn't a loser!" Kenny moaned softly. "Instead, I got lost. I guess I am just a loser." "You aren't a loser, Kenny. You're one of the smartest guys on the ship." Wes sat down beside his friend. "Everyone respects you for how smart you are, Kenny. You're only problem is that you don't socialize with us. You're too much of a loner." Kenny began to sob quietly. "I may be smart, I may be a loner. But I am also a coward. This cave scares the hell out of me, Wes! I'm sure the walls are going to collapse any minute now!" Wes put his arm on his friend's shoulder. "They won't, Kenny. And you aren't a coward. Everyone is afraid of something! I'll bet Lieutenant Worf is even afraid of something." "What're you afraid of Wes?" "Umm. I'd rather not talk about it, Kenny. Maybe someday." "Okay." For a long while, the two youths sat on the bank of the river, as Kenny tried to regain his composure. But try as he might, he could not overcome the intense fear he felt of this enclosed space. The more he tried to get control, the stronger the fear became. Suddenly, he began to hyperventilate. "Kenny! Take deep breaths. Here, stretch out on the ground." Kenny obeyed, and Wes pulled the boy's arms over his head. Putting his hand on his friend's chest, he soothed the boy. "Come on, Kenny take a deep breath. That's it, now let it out slowly. One, two, three, four... that's it, again.... good! Again!" At last the boy's breathing returned to normal. Trying to get Kenny's mind off their situation, Wes changed the topic from where they were to a class topic they were both studying. Kenny continued to lay on the ground, his hands under his head. As they talked, Wes absentmindedly rubbed his friend's chest. Becoming engrossed on the topic of interstellar gravimetric fluxes, Kenny soon forgot his fears. As he talked, Wes began to look more closely at the youth. He was wearing a dark colored sleeveless tunic of a style popular by most the young men their age. Only Wes did not wear the outfit as he was expected to dress as an officer. Kenny, perhaps because of his tendency to remain alone and thus to avoid the optional physical training classes that Worf offered to young aspiring Academy cadets, still had the figure of a boy, narrow chest, and smaller waist. But he was not a weakling, either, his arms were strong and well muscled in proportion to his overall physique. Wes suddenly became aware that he had not removed his hand from the boy's chest, that he was actually stroking it. He began to feel a stirring in his own crotch as he became aroused by this close contact with his friend. He glanced at Kenny's groin and was surprised to feel pleased that his friend was also aroused. He noticed that his friend had stopped talking, and turned to look at him. Kenny was watching him closely, and Wes felt the blood run to his face. "I said It will be interesting to get to Reilos VI, won't it?' I mean, that is one of the best study cases of gravimetric fluxes in this region." Kenny repeated his last question. "Uh, oh, sure! I can't wait." Wes was relieved that Kenny was apparently unaware that Wes had been looking at his crotch. Emboldened by this discovery, Wes widened the scope of his rubbing to include the boy's stomach as well, slowly moving his hand lower on Kenny's belly until at last his hand felt the rise in the material of the teen's pants. Suddenly, Wes jumped. Kenny had put his hand on Wes's knee, and had stopped talking again. He made eye contact with the boy. Kenny was looking up at him, a look at once of pleasure and of fear on his face. Gathering his courage, Wes moved his hand again, this time covering Kenny's hard cock with it, and bent down and kissed the youth. In spite of his discovering that Kenny was as turned on by Wes's attentions as Wes was himself, he was surprised when the boy returned his kiss eagerly. Wes moved from his sitting position, and was soon lying on his side beside his friend. He felt Kenny's hand tentatively rub his back. Wes removed his hand from Kenny's crotch long enough to find the fasteners on the side of Kenny's tunic. Quickly fumbling with them, he pulled the material aside revealing the youth's thin chest and stomach. In spite of the youth's small figure, he had surprisingly well defined pecs and abdomen. Unfastening a few more of the fasteners which ran the length of the boy's clothing, Wes soon had stripped the young body beside him. Then, rolling over on top of Kenny, he straddled the youth, his groin grinding into Kenny's. His mouth found Kenny's and they eagerly kissed. He felt Kenny struggling to unfasten his own uniform's tabs. When the boy was finished, Wes lifted off of him enough to remove his clothes, then returned to his objective. Reaching down, he grabbed Kenny's cock in his hands, then lowered his face to suck and nip at the boy's nipples. He felt Kenny arching his back beneath him, as he squirmed in delight. Kenny's hand searched out and found Wes's cock and began to fondle him. "Oh, Wes. I can't tell you how long I've waited for this. But I always assumed you only were interested in girls." Wes stopped sucking and kissing Kenny's chest and looked him in the eyes. "Now you know what I'm afraid of." Then he returned to his task. Slowly, Wes moved down Kenny's chest and stomach. Soon he felt the boy's pubic hair against his lips, his hard cock, which was larger than Wes had expected, throbbed against his cheek. At last, unable to resist, he took the head of the cock in his mouth, as his hand gently tugged on the boy's balls. As he began to lick and suck on Kenny's hard prick, he turned his body so that his own cock was within reach of Kenny's mouth. He was soon rewarded by the hot, moist feeling of Kenny's mouth engulfing his cock. Taking the full length of his friend's cock in his mouth, Wes intensified his efforts, hungrily sucking at it's hardness. Kenny soon found himself rocking his hips forward in time with Wes's movements. As he began to buck jerkily, Wes felt Kenny tense beneath him. His mouth filled with the sweet taste of the boy's cum. The sensation of having the boy cum in his mouth brought him quickly to the point of cumming himself. Shoving his hips forward, he felt his balls let loose as he came into Kenny's mouth. The two boys eagerly sucked each other dry. Turning for one last kiss, he got to his feet. "Well we better get dressed. The others are probably pretty worried by our absence."