Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newshosting.com!nx01.iad01.newshosting.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1e1.27a14f46.2e4ac248@aol.com> From: LinkyS@aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW: TOS Stepping Out 1/1 (S/Mc) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 278 Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 02:55:03 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1092192903 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 10 Aug 2004 22:55:03 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 22:55:03 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:82661 X-Received-Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 19:55:04 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Stepping Out Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com ) Series: TOS Rating: NC-17 Codes: S/Mc, au, ft Part: 1 Summary: My answer to the following challenge scenario: Write a S/Mc Archiving: The Den, ASC*, and my own web page -- http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/ -- all others, please ask first. Written for the Spock/McCoy Haven, Round 9. For more great S/Mc stories, visit the Den at http://www.members.tripod.com/spockmccoyote/thespockmccoyotesden2/ Feedback gladly accepted, publicly or privately. **** STEPPING OUT by T'Lin -- 0408.01 Len took a deep breath as he stood outside the door to the club. 'This was it,' he thought, as he prepared himself for the final step to self awareness. The past few months had been grueling -- the divorce proceedings made all the more bitter by his ex, once she learned of his latent homosexuality. But in the end, he had prevailed -- at least to a certain extent. You see, she had not been able to prevent him from being a part of his daughter's life, even though she tried. He was granted every other weekend with her, as well as one extended visit per year, up to two-months, for a vacation together. Of course, the next day, he had gotten his orders from Starfleet; when his current tour of duty at Starfleet Medical was completed in six weeks, he would join the crew of the ENTERPRISE on her five-year mission. This was an assignment that he could not refuse, after all, he had requested it as a means of escaping his failed marriage ... and life. Joanna would, of course, understand; his ex ... hardly. Knowing her, she'd use this as grounds for appealing the decision about his visitation rights. But just like her arguments over his sexuality, he knew that she didn't stand a chance. Service in Starfleet has separated many families for extended periods, but has never been used successfully against someone in a custody battle. He mentally kicked himself for playing out past and future battles with his ex in his mind. Tonight, he would forget all about that ... tonight, he was celebrating his official 'coming out' by making his first foray into the gay club scene here in San Francisco. And what a scene it was! Making things even better, as far as he was concerned, was that it was Halloween ... every club in the are seemed to be holding a party! No cover, as long as you were in costume. Len hadn't had much time to prepare, but he did manage to find a rather flamboyant feathered mask and matching boa, which he paired up with a snug pair of white leather pants that clung nicely to his thin frame. At first, he was a bit self conscious about being shirtless ... after all, the life of a Starfleet Doctor seldom leaves time to work out in the gym. But his doubts quickly faded as he entered the club. He stood just inside the doorway, mesmerized by what he saw ... men of every type, gyrating to the pulse of the music. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his stupor, and he hastily stepped aside to let more people in. *** Len made his way to the bar, giving himself a good vantage point from which to get a feel for the place. "Bourbon," he said, as the bartender approached, then sat facing the dance floor. The pulsing beat of the music was hypnotic, and he felt himself responding to it almost immediately ... then again, it could have been the sea of men before him that had him flushed, and slightly aroused. In any case, he was feeling good about himself for the first time in years. As he watched the crowd, one man on the dance floor caught his eye ... tall and thin, dressed in black jeans, and a mask that hid most of his features, he moved with almost feline grace as he danced with no one in particular. Len was transfixed by this stranger, who seemed oblivious to everyone around him ... all that seemed to matter to him was the dance. His moves were erotic, yet sad in a way. The complete isolation of the man, amid such a crowded dance floor, seemed out of place, yet somehow that made him all the more accessible to Len. Yet he hesitated. It seemed somehow inappropriate to interfere at this time ... and before he knew what was happening, the music changed, and the tall dark stranger was lost in the crowd that surged onto the dance floor for the next song. With a sigh, Len turned back to the bartender, asking for another Bourbon. Fresh drink in hand, he turned his attention back to the dance floor, only to find the tall stranger in black standing next to him. "You were watching me," the stranger said in a very matter of fact way. Len was surprised, but hid it, as he replied, "You noticed." Casually, he sipped his drink, then added, "You know, I've never seen anyone move quite like you ... even in a crowd like this, you're hard to miss." The stranger nodded his head slightly, but didn't smile, which Len found quite curious ... he had assumed such flattery would be appreciated. With a shrug, he asked, "May I buy you a drink?" "Altair Water would be fine," he said. "Kinda tame ... but if that's all you want ..." Len said, as he got the attention of the barkeep, and ordered another round. When the drinks arrived, he lifted his glass in a toast to his new friend, and said, "To new beginnings." The stranger clicked his water to Len's glass, and added, "And opportunities." The music changed yet again, and the pulsing beat of the music made talking nearly impossible. Obviously, the stranger realized this as well. He gestured to Len to finish his drink, then stepped away, offering his hand to Len, in a gesture of 'follow me.' Len did as he was bid, surprised by the warmth of the strangers strong hand as he led him into a back room. Here, the lighting was dim, and the pulse of the music was muted ... and there were men everywhere. In one corner, someone was getting a blow job ... in another, there was a threesome, with the man in the middle being serviced both front and back. Everywhere you looked, there was action, and Len could feel himself getting hard at the prospect of joining in on the fun. When they stopped, he turned to face his companion. The black silk mask hid most of his face, but there was fire in the eyes as he whispered in Len's ear, "Have you ever been fucked by a Vulcan?" 'A Vulcan,' he thought, 'so that would explain the hot hands.' Swallowing hard, to hide his surprise, Len replied, "As a matter of fact, I haven't ... but then, I've never been fucked by anyone, except my ex-wife," and with a smile, he added, "and that was hardly enjoyable." "Ah, a virgin," the stranger said, and stepped back slightly, before adding, "in that case, we should, perhaps, forget about *me* fucking *you*." "Why?" Len asked, a bit disappointed. The stranger opened his fly, then took Len's hand once again, and directed it to his crotch. "That's why." Len had noticed a very nice bulge while the stranger was dancing, but it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Rock hard and hot, the thick shaft seemed to go on forever. "I see what you mean," he whispered, as he ran his hand the length of the shaft, then lingered on the head, which was very different in feel from a Human cock. The idea of something that thick and long sliding into him made him shiver ... and nearly come in his pants. Suddenly, Len was grabbed by the shoulders, and turned around, so that the stranger had his back to the wall. "Suck me," he said. Without hesitation, Len knelt, and eagerly took the shaft into his mouth. He'd given his share of blow jobs over the years, and even gotten a few in return, but nothing had prepared him for this. The taste ... the feel ... the heat ... familiar, yet alien. As he took as much as he could into his mouth, a slight gasp was heard, so Len knew he was doing something right. 'Time to expe riment,' he thought, as he swirled his tongue around the tip, and along the double ridges that he found so fascinatingly alien. Suddenly, the Vulcan thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into Len's mouth. Len grabbed the shaft with his fist, and added pressure at the base, which seemed to please his companion greatly, if the deeply panted "yes" was any indication. In an effort to keep from choking, Len decided to use both hands along the shaft, giving it long, hard strokes, as he concentrated on the tip and ridges with his tongue. The moan that escaped the Vulcan's lips was all the warning that Len got, as the hot juices flowed over his hands and face. Len felt hands on his arms, and he was lifted to his feet. Those same hands were suddenly opening his fly, and releasing his hard shaft from its confinement, as the Vulcan said, "use my seed as lubrication ... I need to feel you inside me," and then he turned his back to Len, and dropped his trousers to the floor. Len slid one hand along the crack of the Vulcan's ass, sliding a finger into the tight opening ... with the other, he grabbed his own cock; both ass and cock were well lubricated, so he positioned himself for penetration, but his companion was a bit too tall. "I need you lower," he said, and the Vulcan complied by placing his hands on the wall, and bending his knees slightly. Len braced himself, as he pressed against the opening ... and gasped as he slipped past the tight ring of muscle. He had always found a tight pussy to feel good, but this was so much better ... he pressed deeper, allowing the heat and the pressure to completely envelope him, then he froze. If he moved so much as a breath, he knew he would explode, and he didn't want to end this so soon. The Vulcan didn't move, either, although his breathing was nearly as labored as Len's. At last, he said, "I know how you are feeling right now, but if you do not move, I was be forced to pleasure myself, and I assure you, that will make you come, too." Len hesitated. He *wanted* to come, but not so soon. 'Perhaps if I pull out a bit,' he thought, and when he did, waves of pleasure washed over him, and forced him to thrust deeply once again. "Too close," he whispered, as he froze on ce more. And as he said that, he saw one of the Vulcan's hands leave the wall. The sudden motion was exquisite ... Len closed his eyes, and rode the pleasure, grabbing the Vulcan's hips, and matching his thrusts to the rhythm of his strokes ... and after several minutes, Len came with a shout of pure joy. *** From somewhere, the Vulcan produced a towel, and used it to wipe most of the sweat and fluid off of their bodies. The two of them got dressed, and made their way back out to the bar for another drink. Much to Len's surprise, the Vulcan ordered Bourbon for them both. As they sipped their drinks, it suddenly occurred to Len he didn't know his companions name. "By the way," he said, "my name's Le ..." "No names, please," his companion said, as he placed a finger across Len's lips. "It is better to keep our true identities to ourselves, wouldn't you agree?" "Not really," Len said, disappointment clearly visible in his eyes, "after all, I was hoping to get to know you better." "Not possible," was all the Vulcan replied, and Len's curiosity was piqued. "Anything's possible, if you put your mind to it," Len said, and placed his hand on the side of the Vulcan's face, tracing the outline of his ear through the silk of his mask. The Vulcan covered Len's hand with his own, and pulled it away from his face, only to spread his fingers out, and run them sensuously over Len's. "If I were not leaving tomorrow, I would agree." The Vulcan's words sparked an idea, and he had to ask, "Are you in Starfleet?" The Vulcan let go of Len's hand, and sat back, contemplating, before he answered, "Yes." "Then perhaps ..." Len started to say, but was cut off by the Vulcan. "Perhaps," the Vulcan conceded, realizing that Len must also be in Starfleet, then added, "but what you are contemplating is not an easy life. Starfleet frowns on fraternization ... especially ..." The Vulcan's words trailed off, as he realized he was about to give himself away. There were not many Vulcans in Starfleet, and even fewer who were in a position to be accused of fraternization with a subordinate. "In any case," the Vulcan continued, "Starfleet is a very large organization. The chances of us running into one another are quite slim ... I would say the odds of that happening are roughly 1:156,892.5 ... personally, I would rather not speculate on the possibilities with such slim odds." "Well, when you put it that way," Len said with a sad smile. The Vulcan stood to leave, and Len stood as well. "Thank you for a wonderful time, and have a safe journey." Len reached out to shake his hand, but the Vulcan lifted his in a split-fingered salute, saying, "Live long, and prosper," then he lowered his hand and grasped Len's, turned, and walked away. *** Six weeks went by in a blur. But the day had arrived for him to join his old friend Jim Kirk aboard ENTERPRISE. It had taken three days for him to make the journey from Earth, to the space station where he would join the crew. Three days of anticipation and anxiety ... for he had learned the day after Halloween, that ENTERPRISE had been in orbit of Earth for the past two days, and had left that very morning ... and the First Officer of the ENTERPRISE was Vulcan. ~ende~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: