Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.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: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG SluFF: "Wesley's Deep Throat" 1/1 (Wes/m) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 429 Date: Tue, 09 Nov 2004 13:55:04 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1100008504 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 09 Nov 2004 08:55:04 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 09 Nov 2004 08:55:04 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85517 X-Received-Date: Tue, 09 Nov 2004 05:55:08 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Porn-Star Wesley: Wesley's Deep Throat Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: D/Wes, La/Wes, O'B/Wes, Wes/m (Barclay), Wes/m/m Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. "Deep Throat" produced by Arrow Productions. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: ASCEM, SluFF, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: I don't think Barclay has his own code yet, but my vote was for Bc, assuming Ba goes to Barrows. You've heard of Malibu Barbie? Tickle-Me Elmo? Now meet Porn-Star Wesley! Second in a short series. All have the same theme, but each story is independent. Summary: Data helps Wesley find true sexual fulfillment. "Porn Star Wesley: Wesley's Deep Throat" by longbeachtrekstar, November 2004 The door slid open with its characteristic hiss, and Wesley Crusher stepped into his temporary quarters. Home from the Academy and aboard Enterprise for a two-week visit, he was sharing quarters with Ensign Sam Lavelle, rather than his mother. He expected such living arrangements would play less havoc with his social life. In fact, rooming with Lavelle was likely to help his social life enormously. Entering the living room section of their quarters, he found Sam naked in an easy chair, legs spread-eagled over each arm. The ensign's erect cock was swallowed up by the hungry mouth of another crewman, whose naked backside was pointed at Wesley. He didn't know who the stranger was, but he was not surprised. Sam seemed to bag a new piece of ass every night. Sam looked up at Wes and smiled. "Hey *ugh* Wes. How's *urr* it go- *ahh* going?" "Fine. I'd ask you the same question, but I think I know the answer." Wes started to move into his own room when Sam called after him. "Don't leave yet. We can have a threesome!" Just then, Sam's eyes crossed as he neared orgasm. "That's okay. I don't feel *up* to it tonight." "Suit yourself, roomie. *ugghhh*" The door to his room slid shut behind Wes just as Sam emptied his cock into his lover's mouth. Wesley had been right. Rooming with Sam had done wonders for his "social" life. He'd laid or been laid more times in the last week than he had in his whole first year at the Academy. But he still felt strangely unfulfilled. Wes sighed as he slipped out of his cadet uniform. Lying naked on top of his bed, he turned on a mild UV lamp and closed his eyes. With a sigh, he tried to relax. From the next room, he heard the sounds of Sam's vigorous lovemaking. (Well, okay, "love" had very little to do with it.) A short time later, all grew quiet outside. A buzz at his door roused Wesley from his semi-slumber. "Hmm? Come in." The door slid open, and Sam stood before him, naked in the doorway. "What's the matter, Wesley? You don't seem like yourself lately." He came in and sat down on a chair next to Wesley's bed. Wes reached up to turn of the UV lamp, then turned on his side to face Sam. "I don't know. I *thought* I was having fun. We've sure been going at it a lot. But there just haven't been ... fireworks." "What do you mean, no fireworks? I've seen that little monster at work!" Sam playfully toyed with Wesley's flaccid dick. "I've seen you shoot loads that could drown small animals." "Sure, I've come. I've had lots of orgasms. But never, y'know, *fireworks*." "Well then, leave tomorrow night open, and I'll just see what I can do to heat things up for you." ***** The next evening, Sam answered the door wearing only a black pair of bikini briefs. Two crewmen stood in the doorway. "Hey, glad you could make it!" he said enthusiastically, letting them in. He handed each of them a numbered poker chip. "You'll be number 3, and you'll be number 4. Please have a seat, and Wesley will be with you as soon as he can." In his bedroom, Wesley was on his back, spread-eagled over Taurik, the Vulcan assistant engineer. Taurik's rigid cock was fully buried in Wesley's ass, and with his strong Vulcan hands on Wesley's smooth hips, he guided the cadet up and down on his pole. Standing above Wesley, straddling both men, was Ben, the young waiter from Ten Forward. He was good friends with all the young officers, and when Sam told him that Wesley needed some "help", he was only too happy to assist. His large brown balls slapped Wesley's chin as he pumped his hard cock in and out of the plebe's mouth. While Ben had needed no encouragement when it came to offering his services, Taurik was another matter. Knowing that Vulcans are inherently private, shy even, about sexual matters, Sam had hesitated before asking. But he also thought that, deep down, Taurik was as horny as any other young stud -- pon farr or no pon farr. After the Vulcan's initial refusal, Sam simply said, "Okay, if that's how you feel," and turned to leave. As expected, Taurik came after him. "If you *really* think it will help ..." So far, Taurik had been rock hard and pounding poor Wesley's ass for twenty minutes, with no let up in sight. Wesley was moaning and groaning, between gasps and sputters as Ben repeatedly block off his flow of air, then backed off, then slid in again. "Not so deep," Wes finally said to Ben. "I can't breath." Ben backed off into a more manageable rhythm. Feeling his own orgasm imminent, Wes reached out and placed one of Taurik's hands on his own cock, encouraging him to stroke it. As the horny Vulcan jacked his cock, Wesley came hard, shooting all over the insides of Ben's thighs. The hot spunk hitting his legs sent Ben over the edge, causing him to shoot into Wesley's mouth just as Taurik orgasmed up his ass. When they were both finished, they lay Wesley down gently on his soggy sheets and walked out into the living room. Seeing both spent crewmembers coming out of Wesley's room, Sam called out, "Next!" ***** "So, how was it?" asked Sam the next day at lunch. "It must have been pretty good. You slept straight through the morning." "Oh, it was. Really. It was ... great." "Well, it doesn't really sound like it to me. You sure climaxed all over everybody. Are you telling me you didn't enjoy it?" "I *enjoyed* it, but it just wasn't, y'know, *fireworks*." "Well, if everything is that unsatisfying to you, maybe you should get a check-up. There might be something ... wrong." "Oh, no! I couldn't! My mom's the doctor on board!" "Well, ask to see one of the other doctors. They're supposed to be confidential." "Do you really think that if I got a check-up, any doctor on board here could keep it a secret from my mom -- the CMO?" "Hmm, probably not." The two of them sat in silence. Suddenly, Sam had an idea. "Hey, I know. How about Commander Data? He's not an actual doctor, but I'm sure he has access to all the information a doctor would have. And you *know* he can keep a secret." "Yeah! That's a good idea. I'll stop by and see him." ***** Wesley stepped nervously into Data's quarters. The android looked up from his computer console. "Wesley! It is a pleasure to see you again." "Thanks, Data. It's good to see you too." He looked nervously about the room. "Hey, nice painting," he said, looking at an odd conglomeration of conflicting colors. "Uh, what is it?" "I was attempting to convey Cochran's Third Corollary of Inverse Warp Fields in a visual manner." Data looked at the painting himself, using an objective eye. "I was not entirely successful." "No," agreed Wesley. He looked around some more. "But this painting over here-" "Wesley, it appears to me that you are 'stalling'. Humans often do this when trying to avoid discussing an uncomfortable subject. Is that the case here?" Wesley sighed. "Yes, Data. You see, I have a ... problem. It might be medical, but I don't want my mom to find out." "Then I will endeavor to be of assistance. What is your problem?" "Well, it's kinda ... sexual ... in nature." Wesley paused, but Data only raised his eyebrows, indicating he would need more information. Wesley pushed onward. "I've recently become sexually active." Again, he paused. "I was not empirically aware of that fact," answered Data, "but it is not unusual for a human of your age and culture. What is your problem? Is it functional?" "No! ... Uh, no. It's just that, I do everything -- I mean, everything I'm supposed to -- but it doesn't thrill me the way I think it's supposed to." "Perhaps it is simply inexperience -- yours or your partner's." "I don't think so. I mean, I come and everything." Wesley stopped short and blushed when he realized what he'd said. "Do not be concerned," said Data. "You cannot shock me in any way. So ..." Data turned and began pacing as he recounted the facts, a bit of his Sherlock Holmes persona sneaking into his demeanor. "You have experienced the entire range of physical sex, yet feel unfulfilled on a personal level. Tell me, young Crusher, are your partners male or female?" "A little of both ... Mostly male." "Well then, let us see what we can do to resolve this problem. Knowing that personal problems of this sort are uncomfortable for most humans, I will try to use what Doctor Crusher refers to as 'bedside manners'." Data turned and looked directly at Wesley. "Please take off your clothes and show me your anus." ***** Twenty minutes later, they were concluding their impromptu exam. There being no bio-bed available, Wesley was naked on all fours on top of Data's work desk. Data had detached the tip of his finger and attached an extended probe, on the end of which Wesley was now squirming. Data then reached between Wesley's legs and fondled his soft penis. "Interesting." "What?" asked Wesley, an edge of concern in his voice." "Nothing conclusive. But it is common for the inadvertent stimulation of the prostate gland during anal exams to cause an involuntary erection." "What does that mean?" "Perhaps nothing." Data suddenly withdrew the probe -- a bit too quickly. "Oh!" yelped Wesley. "Sorry," said Data sheepishly. "Mister Crusher, please open your mouth." Wesley did so, but pulled back when Data moved toward him with the anal probe still on his finger. "Sorry, again," repeated Data as he removed the probe, reattached his normal finger, and sterilized his hands. "Now then, please open." He shined a light down Wesley's throat. "Wesley! Do you know what I've discovered?" "Not hardly," said Wesley. "Your prostate! It is not up your ass -- it is down your throat!" "My what ... is what?" Data ran additional scans with a tricorder. "Somehow, your prostate gland ended up at the back of your throat rather than in your pelvic region. It still performs its biological function, but you have not experienced the stimulation that most men get from anal intercourse." "Are you sure?" asked Wesley excitedly. "There is one way to find out," said Data as he began stripping off his gold and black uniform. Wesley looked at him with consternation. "Do not worry, Mister Crusher. I simply must be sure of my diagnosis. And besides, this falls within doctor-patient confidentiality." Pushing his pants to the floor, he revealed his stiffening gold phallus. Gesturing to the floor, Data suggested, "I think you will be more comfortable down here." Wesley lay down on his back. "First," continued Data, "I will stimulate you orally. Then I will conduct a comparative analysis of your reactions based on anal and oral copulation ... Shall we proceed?" Wesley only nodded in nervous agreement. Getting down on all fours himself, Data leaned down between Wesley's legs and took his soft member between gold lips. "Ohhh," Wesley squirmed as his dick grew harder inside Data's mouth. Soon he was rock hard, and Data's head was bobbing up and down like a Denebian rockpecker. Backing off before his young charge lost control, Data pushed Wesley's knees toward his chest and placed the head of his cock against the cadet's tight opening. Wesley groaned again as the android's shaft slid inside him. After a number of thrusts, Data turned him over to fuck him doggie-style, and Wesley met him thrust for thrust. Wesley soon spilled his load all over Data's floor. He sighed heavily. "That was great, Data." "But not unlike what you have experienced before, correct?" Wesley nodded. Data got to his feet and coaxed Wesley back up on his hands and knees. Sanitizing his still-hard androidhood before proceeding, Data then offered it to Wes, who readily took it into his mouth. Wesley sucked on it a bit, then backed off. Data pushed harder, and Wesley gagged. "Hey, not so much!" "In order to reach your prostate, I am afraid that you must 'deep throat' my penis. If you have never done this before, perhaps that is why the experience has been lacking." Data eased his cock back into Wesley's mouth. "We must get past the gag reflex at the back of your throat. Then it will become easier." Data pushed. Wesley gagged. Then it was in. "Ohhh!" moaned Wesley hotly. "Ohh-OHH!" he moaned again, taking his own cock in hand and fisting it vigorously. His head bobbed up and down on Data's shaft. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ... OHHH!" For the second time, Wesley spewed onto Data's floor. Sliding off Data's cock, he collapsed into a weak and whimpering puddle of satisfaction. "Data!" he exclaimed. "Data! That was ... wonderful!" "Excellent," replied the android, who was already back in uniform. Slowly, Wesley regained his composure and began putting on his own uniform. Spot came out of hiding and, sniffing momentarily at the puddle on the floor, leaped half a meter into the air and scurried into a corner of the room. Meanwhile, Data was typing commands into his workstation. "What are you doing?" asked Wes. Handing a padd to Wes, Data told him, "I've cross-referenced a list of homosexual or bisexual male crewmembers with those whose penises are long enough to give you satisfaction." Wesley scanned the list. "They keep that kind of information on file?" "Not explicitly. But there are body scans on file, from which I can extract the measurements. And for the rest, I have deduced it from many different sources." Data concluded by stating, "I have also limited the list to only those whom I think would not mind my giving you this information." If Data's nuanced use of human expressions had progressed to the point of winking, he would have winked at Wesley as he said this. ***** The next day, Wesley approached Commander LaForge in the engineering section. "Commander," he said carefully. "Mister Data has been helping me find, uh, *compatible* partners on board the Enterprise. He mentioned your name and said that he didn't think you'd mind-" "Just what do you mean by compatible?" asked Geordie. "Well ..." Wesley smiled. "Among other things," he whispered, "that you're *the right size*." "What's 'the right size'?" "Oh, about nine inches or so." "Oh, no. Sorry, Wes. I'm afraid I'm the wrong guy for you." Before Wesley could say anymore, Geordie had turned and walked off. ***** That night, Wesley paid a visit to Chief O'Brien's quarters. Irish eyes were smiling indeed, as the young cadet swallowed the transporter chief's enormous shaft. Miles came first, but as soon as his salty load splashed against Wesley's prostate, Wesley himself lost it all over the O'Briens' potted plant. Moments later, they heard Keiko returning early from her night out with the girls. Wesley had to hide naked in the closet for over an hour, until Keiko was asleep and Miles could usher him out of the room. ***** The following afternoon, Wesley confronted Geordie once again. "Data was very specific, Commander. He couldn't have made such a big mistake." "Look," said Geordie, slightly exasperated. "The truth is, I'd love to spend a night with you. Ever since you brought it up yesterday, it's all I can think about. But if you need nine inches, I'd only be a disappointment to you." ***** That evening, Wesley and Lieutenant Barclay conducted "repair work" on the transporters in Transporter Room 4. With the doors locked, the two found new and inventive uses for every tool in Reggie's tool box - - not neglecting their own 'tools', either. In fact, in a stunt akin to erotic asphyxiation, Reg had discovered that sex while held in a transporter stasis beam tremendously heightened the pleasurable sensations. And so it was that Wesley deep- throated Reggie's huge cock while both of them shimmered in a state in-between matter and energy. ***** The next day, Wesley was relentless. Regardless of how large LaForge's penis was, Wes finally realized that he simply liked Geordi and wanted to suck him off. Geordi finally agreed, and they met that night in Wesley's room. "I've been thinking," said Geordi. "Maybe there's an operation that could *make* my penis nine inches." "Well, I'm sure there is," answered Wes. "But you don't have to do that for me. I'm just glad to finally get a chance to spend some time with you." "Really?" responded Geordi as he peeled off his uniform. He stood up naked in front of Wesley. "Because without an operation, I'm just gonna have to give you all twelve inches." "Oh!" Wesley dived onto Geordi's cock and did not come up for hours. (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: