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"WESLEY CRUSHER: JOURNEY'S BEGINNING" by CyberBowl
[This story takes place immediately after the events of "Justice" (TNG-S1E8)]
CHAPTER ONE
Wesley Crusher was still rattled. He had already been involved in more than one dangerous situation during his brief time aboard the Enterprise, but this was his own personal experience. To think that he was almost executed by the Edo, it made the boy shiver.
It had started out as a wonderful adventure. There was no hiding the excitement on Wesley's face when Captain Jean-Luc Picard asked him to be a part of the away team that would be going down for shore leave on Rubicun III.
Commander William Riker and Lieutenants Worf and Tasha Yar had all reported that this newly-discovered world would be a good place for the starship's crew to relax, and Capt. Picard asked Wesley to evaluate the planet for its suitability as a shore-leave destination for the younger set. Doctor Beverly Crusher, Wesley's mother, had been pressuring the captain to provide some R&R time to his crew and the captain's idea sounded good to both of them, for just as Wesley's face was lit up with anticipation, so his mother's was lit with pride.
She loved her son so dearly, and she worried some as she hoped this assignment she had chosen for them, to explore the galaxy and live aboard a starship, would truly be the best environment in which to raise her son.
In 24th-century Federation society, the philosophy of living to better oneself made life much easier for many people who, in previous eras, often felt overlooked, ostracized, or worse. For example, embracing and sharing the Vulcan concept of IDIC, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, was a wonderful way to help humans previously cursed with a fear of the unknown to understand and accept different ways of life from those handed down to them after centuries of closed-minded human existence.
Unfortunately, there were still people whose minds hadn't fully evolved. Beverly knew that, even in the 24th century, growing up as 'the smart kid' could sometimes be difficult. Kids could still be cruel, and Beverly knew her son had occasionally been bullied.
In fact, one of the factors leading to her accepting her post aboard the Enterprise was that Wesley would be the oldest child on board. This brought her comfort, because she fully expected the youngsters to like and admire her sweet, gentle boy. A little bit of hero-worship would be good for Wesley's self-esteem and help boost his confidence. Beverly also knew that her son would be an excellent role model for the younger children, and that should they ever seek his advice, he could be counted on to be sensible and understanding.
Beverly also knew, and grudgingly accepted, that Wesley was growing up. He would need to be able to socialize with adults, and she also knew that associating with some of Starfleet's finest officers would help mold him into the exemplary man she knew he would grow up to be.
Wesley knew all of this, of course. He was perceptive enough to know that his mother was just looking out for him. She'd always done a great job at that, and Wesley knew that his new life aboard the Federation's flagship was just rife with possibilities.
While he hadn't really started to seriously cultivate any adult friendships, he did enjoy spending time in the company of both Geordi LaForge and Data when they weren't on duty. Geordi's current post was at the helm of the Enterprise, but he was itching to get his hands on a gold uniform, as well as access to the warp core and every other gadget and system in the Engineering Department. Geordi was one of the youngest officers in the crew and thus, one of the closest to Wesley's age. Plus, he is friendly and has a great sense of humor. Wesley liked him a lot and hoped they would become good friends.
Wesley also liked hanging out with Data. As an emotionless android, Data could never judge or ridicule Wesley, nor ever resent Wesley for his intelligence. This made Data infinitely easier for Wesley to talk to about his problems. He liked Data's precise way of reasoning things out.
After being released by the Edo god, the away team returned to the ship, then went their separate ways to file their reports, attend their other duties, or just decompress from the stressful events of the day. For Beverly, that meant throwing herself into work in Sickbay, which she could do, now that she was certain her son was safe.
Wesley was glad she went to work. He needed to be alone. He left the transporter room and went directly to the quarters he shared with his mother. Entering his room, he couldn't rid himself of his clothes fast enough. They still smelled of the grass and dirt from the plants he disturbed while playing ball with the Edo teenagers. Those plants, and the Edo laws, so strange and so severe, were almost responsible for his death. If Capt. Picard hadn't convinced the lifeform which protected Rubicun III that justice could only exist if laws were granted exceptions, Wesley Crusher would now be dead.
He threw the clothing into the matter recycler and stumbled into the sonic shower. His knees wobbled due to the comedown from the high levels of adrenaline that had been pumping through his system for hours now. He activated the sound waves, and as soon as the pulsating warmth of the shower hit his chest, Wesley collapsed to the floor of the shower stall and began to sob.
Eventually, he was able to calm himself, but he was left feeling thoroughly drained and more than a little depressed. He turned off the shower, then trudged naked to his bed, and collapsed face down. He then cried himself to sleep.
He dreamt of Edo, and the teenagers whom he had befriended, but mercifully, the dream did not replay the terrors of the day. Indeed, this dream played out in a very different way.
The young girl was pretty enough, and he had felt a rush pf sexual thrill when she had embraced him, but Wesley found himself dreaming more about the two boys. They wore nothing but flimsy, tight-fitting, white garments that were only barely modest. Their light hair and tanned skin glistened in the sunlight, especially after they'd been playing a while and a sheen of perspiration had covered them completely. At one point, the girl wasn't in the dream at all any more. Wesley barely noticed.
"Let's play," one boy said, as he embraced Wesley in the manner of his people.
"Play?" asked Wesley, unsure, yet intrigued.
"At love," said the other, taking his turn to warmly hug the human boy.
"There are some games I don't know yet," Wesley confessed, blushing.
"We can teach you." They led Wesley away from the garden area that nearly cost him his life, and headed toward a grassy hillock nearby. The sun was shining, the breeze was light, and warm, and refreshing. Wesley felt happy.
The Edo boys each took one of Wesley's hands as the trio climbed to the top of the rise. Once at the summit, the Edo boys took turns sliding each other's garments to the ground. Stepping out of them, they turned to Wesley and said, in unison, "Will you play with us, Wesley?"
Wesley gulped, unable to speak. He nodded his head, and he felt his penis start to swell. The Edo boys tenderly removed all of Wesley's clothing, tossing the garments into a pile atop their own. Wesley soon stood there, in the open air, fully erect, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was nervous, but he felt a sense of freedom he had never known before. He so yearned to be touched.
The boys leaned in and kissed Wesley on his cheeks. Wesley sighed. As his mouth opened, the other two drew him into a three-way kiss. They embraced each other as their tongues danced together. Each passing moment, Wesley felt more and more relaxed, the events of the day growing dimmer and dimmer. He was lost in the bliss of being intimate with these two beautiful, alien boys.
The Edo boys, as if of one mind, broke the kiss and began nuzzling Wesley's neck, just below his ears. Wesley moaned as their gentle licks and kisses traveled down to his nipples. They were already erect and waiting for some attention. Having two tongues swirling around his tender peaks caused Wesley's eyes to flutter and his head to fall back. His cock, now throbbing steadily and longingly, was leaking sweet and salty boy nectar which ran lazily down his thigh.
The tongues of Wesley's new playmates continued their journey southward. They took turns nibbling, kissing, and licking at Wesley's navel. This caused Wesley's cock to go from leaking to positively drooling. The pleasure was getting more and more intense, as Wesley felt his entire body becoming one giant erogenous zone.
The Edo boys licked around Wesley's ample pubic bush, tickling their noses as they made their way to the prize. Wesley's cock was throbbing and darkened by all the blood it was straining to contain. Wesley was panting at this point, and hoped that he would be able to savor this intense feeling for a long time.
The boys bypassed his pleading member and each scooped one of Wesley's low-hanging, hairless balls up into his mouth. Wesley's moans grew louder as yet more pleasure joined the party. The two tongues left their testicular base camp and began their ascent to the peak of Mount Crusher.
"Oh, God!" Wesley gasped, as their tongues lapped up the streams of warm boy tranya that were flowing from his tip. He knew he was reaching the point of no return, but found he no longer had any willpower to delay his release. As the two boys swirled their tongues in and around the head of Wesley's cock, he grabbed handfuls of their hair to steady himself as the dam burst.
Wesley brain felt like it was transcending time and space as he came. Wave after wave of orgasmic thunder sent several jets of milky, white fire splattering across the faces of the two Edo boys. They continued caressing Wesley's ass and thighs as their tongues worked to extract every drop of Wesley's already generous gift. Then, they licked each other's faces clean as Wesley's intense orgasm gently morphed into a sleepy, satisfied bliss.
When Wesley Crusher woke up the next morning, he would have some cleaning up to do.
The morning was uneventful, and Wesley was grateful for that. He didn't even mind the mess he awoke to find on his bed. It was a small price to pay for being able to remember the details of the hottest wet dream he had ever had.
Wesley had, as yet, never actually had sex with a partner. When you're a genius with a physician as a parent, you learn the mechanics of sex at a rather early age. If you are of an adventurous or mischievous personality, you may even have participated in sexual escapades long before puberty with siblings, or cousins, or friends. Wesley, however, had none of these. Neither was he adventurous nor mischievous. He was studious and helpful. He would never think of skipping classes or playing pranks. He was the textbook definition of a good boy.
Unfortunately, these qualities also made it difficult for Wesley to make friends, and without peers of more outgoing characters, Wesley had to discover adolescence by himself, without experiencing the benefits of youthful sex play and experimentation. This, in turn, led to Wesley feeling awkward in social situations. It had nothing to do with his attraction for boys. That was most certainly no big deal in the 24th century. No, even if Wesley had liked girls, he would have been just as anxious about dating and intimacy.
After pondering his life in light of the events of the previous day and night, Wesley decided that he needed to talk to somebody. He would talk to the smartest person he knew―Data.
Data was feeding Spot when his doorbell chimed. "Enter," he said, as the orange tabby scampered across the room toward the sound of kibble hitting his feeding bowl.
"Hi, Data," Wesley said. "Are you busy?"
Data gave the cat a few gentle skritches behind his ears. Spot ignored them and kept eating. Data stood and faced the boy.
"Good morning, Wesley. I am not."
"Good. Can I talk to you about something?"
"Certainly. What can I do for you?"
"I'd like your advice about something, but it's really personal and I don't want anybody else to know about it. Would you be able to keep our conversation confidential, even from my mom and the captain?"
"I cannot answer the question without knowing the content of the conversation. If it involves risk to yourself, the crew, or the ship, probably not."
"No, Data. It's nothing like that. It's about, well―my sex life."
Data considered this for less than a moment. "If that is the subject, the odds of me being able to keep your confidence increase significantly."
"Okay. I'm gonna trust you." Wesley closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began. "Data, I am SO lonely. I have no friends on this ship. I hope to soon be friends with you and Geordi, but truthfully, we're still all just acquaintances. We haven't known each other long enough to be friends."
Data nodded. "I would accept that premise. Please continue."
"I have no peers here, really. The younger kids are just that. Kids. I feel... beyond them, but I don't yet fit in with the adults either."
"I suspect that the situation is difficult for you."
"And you'd be correct," Wesley admitted. "Data, I'm a teenage boy. I'm horny ALL the time, and masturbation just isn't enough any more. I need to love and be loved. I need to touch and be touched. Can you understand any of this?"
Data could not feel frustration or loneliness or despair, but he could recognize them all in the tone of Wesley's voice. "Wesley, while I cannot know precisely what you are feeling, my knowledge of human psychology leads me to understand causes for such feelings, and possible solutions to the various issues involved."
Wesley sat down in the nearest chair. "I'm listening."
"As to the root of the problem, you have stated it quite clearly and succinctly yourself. You are a bit isolated here on the Enterprise. There is no one available to... date... who meets your required parameters regarding age and/or gender."
"Yes," Wesley confirmed, now even more grateful that he had decided to talk with Data. "So, what can I do about it?"
"You might consider a sexual surrogate, a partner who can meet your sexual needs without any emotional attachments. Perhaps a simulacrum in the holodeck. Or you might try to find a friend among the junior officers who are only a few years older than yourself. You might discover a like-minded crewmate who would like to be a 'friend with benefits' should they not be looking for an attachment. These suggestions are not meant to be an ultimate solution, but they might provide some physical and psychological relief until you can meet someone with whom you can form a more long-lasting bond."
"That's all well and good, Data," Wesley admitted, "but only the holo option would solve the problem of me getting tongue-tied around people I'm attracted to. I would be so nervous on a date, I'd make an absolute fool of myself. It would be different if I could talk to other people as easily as I talk to you. If―" Wesley froze.
"Wesley? What is it?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes, Data! YOU!" Wesley's face grew full of hope. "Would you be my friend with benefits? My sexual surrogate? Will you help me not be so lonely? Please?"
Data's head gave a slight tilt as he pondered the request. It took him a few seconds before he could respond. A few seconds. An eternity for and android. And a lonely boy. He spoke.
"I AM programmed in multiple techniques. A broad variety of pleasuring," he admitted.
"Oh, God, Data. Is that a yes?" Wesley's eyes began to well with tears.
"Yes, Wesley. That is a yes."
Wesley exhaled, a great weight lifted from his mind. He leapt from the chair and into Data's arms, sobbing with relief. Data held him and patted his head gently in an attempt to comfort the boy. His technique needed a bit of work, but Wesley surrendered to the attempt nonetheless.
Wesley collected himself, broke the embrace, and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Thank you, Data. This means so much to me."
"You are welcome, Wesley. I am glad I can help you. Where would you like to begin?" he asked matter-of-factly.
Wesley thought for a moment. He knew exactly what he wanted. "I want to feel loved. Oh, I know you can't feel love. Let me try to describe what I want to achieve. I want to feel like I am your highest priority and like you are mine. Like we desire each other and want to satisfy each other's needs. Equals. Intellectually. Physically. Every way. I want you to seduce me as an equal and let me seduce you the same way. Does any of this make sense to you, Data?"
"Indeed. I believe you have explained it sufficiently. Are there any sexual boundaries I should know and respect?"
"Yes. Good catch, Data." He thought a while, then replied. "Let's figure those out as we go along." Data nodded his assent. "Let's start with a kiss." Wesley moved in close and looked into Data's eyes. He saw no emotion there, and was a bit doubtful about this whole experiment.
Data used the moment to scan records of the great kisses in film and holo history. He scanned billions of items from the purest of chaste kisses to the sloppy maulings of the raunchiest pornography from several humanoid planets. He compiled the data and designed a subroutine that combined the qualities he surmised Wesley desired.
Data reached out and took Wesley's face in his hands. He tenderly brought the boy's face to his own. Parting his lips slightly, he laid the lightest of kisses on Wesley's trembling lips. Wesley opened his mouth, inviting Data's tongue to come in and dance. Data obliged. Their tongues met and tasted each other and caressed each other. Wesley sank into the kiss, clutching Data tighter because his knees were growing weak.
They kissed for several minutes, with Wesley occasionally coming up for air. With each passing minute, Data could feel the tension in Wesley's body ease up. Except for Wesley's groin. Things were becoming quite tense down there, and Data could detect the increase in temperature caused by the increased blood flow to Wesley's penis.
"Am I preforming adequately, Wesley?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" came the breathy reply, followed by more kisses. At length, Wesley broke the kiss and asked, "Can we undress each other?"
"Certainly," said Data, as he lifted Wesley's shirt over his head. Wesley's smooth, young chest was already glistening with a sheen of nervous perspiration. It did not have an overly musky scent. No, this was still boy sweat, and even that was evaporating, as Wesley became more and more relaxed in Data's arms. This nervous perspiration was soon to be replaced with the type caused by physical exertion.
Wesley removed Data's gold uniform shirt. Data's chest was as hairless as his own. Wesley laid his palm against it, feeling the artificial warmth in Data's artificial skin. He leaned in and kissed Data's chest.
As Wesley turned his head and began to lick one of Data's nipples, it became erect. Data could feel the sensation of wetness and motion on his nipple, but without a pleasure center in his brain to respond, he had to make do with subroutines that translated tactile stimulation into erectile response. A similar program was waiting to be activated once his penis was likewise stimulated, though he could also erect it at will.
Wesley, on the other hand, was already hard as a rock. The evidence of his excitement was steadily soaking his undergarment. He had to get out of his pants. He backed away from Data and shed the rest of his clothes. Data did the same, deciding to allow his penis to swell and harden in advance of Wesley's touch. He surmised that Wesley would prefer to see him erect at this point in the proceedings. He was, as usual, correct.
Wesley took in the view. Data's penis was big, but not monstrously so. Bigger than his own, anyway. He expected as much. Wesley's cock was fairly average, but Wesley liked it a lot. He loved playing with it. He tried to fellate himself a few times, as many boys do, but he had had no success. Like most who try, the best he could hope for was to aim at his own mouth and catch the occasional fresh jet.
In this moment, though, Wesley's goal wasn't purely selfish. He also wanted to please his partner. In his ardor, he had forgotten that this was technically impossible, and he slid to his knees. Without any preamble, he took Data's cock into his mouth and began to lick the head in soft, tender circles. Data expanded his member a bit more. After a few minutes, Wesley replaced his tongue with some tender stroking so he could look up at Data and say, "I knew I was gonna love sucking dick, Data. I've wanted to do it for so long. It's too bad you can't cum."
"But I CAN ejaculate," Data corrected him. "'Fully functional,' remember? I can produce an artificial semen."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Wesley said with a mischievous grin, already plotting. "Let's see just how that works." He led Data over to the bed and laid him down with his head upon the pillow. Wesley's inhibitions were rapidly melting away as he felt so safe with Data. He moved to join the android on the bed, but turned his body so that his head was near Data's feet. "You've heard of Section 31?" Wesley whispered, conspiratorially.
"Of course," Data acknowledged.
"We'll we're about to play a game called Section 69."
"Ah. Humor." he noted.
Wesley rolled his eyes with a smile, and then went to work on Data's erection. Licking and sucking and kissing and caressing, Wesley was in heaven, especially after Data started mimicking his every move. To Wesley, it felt like he was finally sucking his own cock. This was bliss, a feeling he hasn't experienced since the day of his very first ejaculation.
Thinking about that awesome day sent Wesley over the edge. He pulled himself off Data just long enough to shout, "Now, Data! Let's cum together now!!!" He dove back down onto Data's knob as his own screamed its release down Data's throat.
Data's ejaculate filled Wesley's mouth. It was so much sweeter than his own, but there was still a hint of saltiness in the background. He savored it in his mouth for a while, then slowly swallowed every drop.
As soon as his climax had abated enough for Wesley to control his muscles again, he scooted up to kiss Data once more, then snuggled up in his arms. "That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered. "I don't know how to thank you, Data. I will love you forever for doing this for me."
Data held the boy a bit more tightly, understanding that the gesture would reassure the boy. "I am glad I could help ease your pain, Wesley. You may still think of us as acquaintances, but I assure you, I think we have moved beyond that category."
"I think you're right, Data. I―" Wesley was interrupted when his communicator chirped. He dove from the bed and rushed to answer the call. "Crusher here," he panted, ass to the wind.
"Good morning, Wesley."
"Mom!!!" he gasped.
"Yes. Mom." she confirmed. "I just got home from my night shift and you weren't home. Everything okay?"
"Oh, yaeh, Mom. I just couldn't sleep, so I decided to go for a wander and try to find some fun."
"Any success?" she inquired, a note of concern in her voice.
"Oh, a little," he answered, trying to keep the smirk out of his response. He looked straight into Data's eyes and continued. "But I think I have a plan to discover a lot more ways to have fun around here." Data raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Mom. I'm feeling a LOT better today. Get some sleep and I'll see you at dinner."
"I like everything I'm hearing, Wes. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom." His naughty smile was now quite sincere.
Wesley made plans to see Data as often as their schedules permitted. It was enough, but Wesley was a horny teen. He would never have refused any extra chances to spend time with this new friend he cherished. He wished that Data could feel real feelings and then return the ones Wesley had for him, but that was still impossible. All he could do was try to be the best friend to the android that a human could be.
Meanwhile, he also wanted to explore more advanced sexual opportunities. When next they met, Wesley bounded into Data's quarters and immediately asked, "Data, Can you teach me how to fuck?"
"Yes, Wesley, but―" Data replied.
"No buts. I need you NOW!"
"As you wish," Data complied.
Within seconds, Wesley was naked and helping the android out of his uniform. Data replicated some appropriate lubricant and some towels. Wesley's cock was throbbing with anticipation. Data approached the bed. "I will first allow you to experience anal intercourse from the perspective of the recipient. This will teach you what your partner will be experiencing when you are... 'on top.' Then, we will exchange positions and you can demonstrate what you have learned about being an effective and desirable partner."
Wesley was nervous, but more than a little eager to have Data's beautiful cock inside him. He decided to position himself on his back, in order to see as much as possible of what was about to happen. Data spoke.
"It is important to prepare yourself to receive your partner's penis." Data applied a liberal amount of the lubricant to his hands, as he erected his member. "Rest your legs on my shoulders," he instructed the boy. Wesley complied, scooting his bottom down until he felt the android's rigid cock warm against his own. He moaned upon their contact.
Data slathered Wesley's crevice with the lubricant, his index finger gently massaging the teen's tiny, pink rosebud. Each stroke caused Wesley's hardness to twitch and leak just a little more. A small puddle was forming in his pubic bush.
Once convinced the boy was ready, Data slipped his index finger into him, eliciting an audible gasp. Data sensed the tightening of the sphincter muscle, waited for it to relax a bit, then proceeded to enter and gently stroke Wesley's bottom. Each touch was eagerly welcomed and enjoyed. Data located Wesley's young prostate and began to softly massage it with his fingertip. Wesley's eyes went wide.
"Holy shit!" he gasped. "Is that my prostate?"
"It is."
"I had NO idea. I never... relished the idea... ohhh... of sticking my... finger... up my... butt," Wesley gasped, finding it harder and harder to speak as Data's pace increased. Wesley's focus and control over his body was quickly evaporating as Data inserted a second finger and soon, he approached his climax. Data suddenly stopped his fingering and slowly slid his digits out of the boy's ass. "Oh, my god!" Wesley panted.
"You are now sufficiently prepared. I will proceed to enter you," Data informed him.
"We're going to have to work on your pillow talk, Data," Wesley sighed with a smile, "but yeah! Do it! Do it!" Data guided his erection to the slick and waiting opening. His large penis met no resistance and Wesley felt no pain, only some pressure and a sense of being filled up. Data moved slowly, on the lookout for any signs of distress. He saw none, so advanced until his entire length was buried inside the boy.
"That feels amazing," Wesley announced, as he acclimated himself to this new sensation. "Slowly, please. I don't want to cum yet." Data nodded, and slowly withdrew, stopping just before the glans of his penis would have popped back out. In and out with these long, slow strokes, he was driving Wesley wild.
It was the most intimate thing Wesley had ever experienced, and he could have just let this happen forever, but the pleasure was steadily increasing and the mind-blowing orgasm he was about to achieve refused to be denied a moment longer. It had only been a matter of a few minutes.
"Oh, Data! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me faster! PLEASE, FUCK ME FASTER!"
Data obliged his student. He increased the pace of his thrusts, and sensing Wesley's impending orgasm, triggered his own ejaculation. The feeling of the hot pseudo-semen hitting the walls of his rectum sent Wesley over the edge. His young cock erupted. Silvery-white jets shot forth. The first hit Wesley's forehead, right between the eyes. The second landed on his mouth and chin. The next three, his chest and stomach. Finally, sixth and seventh spasms left smaller dribbles resting on his pubic nest, like dewdrops on a vine.
It took Wesley about a minute to catch his breath, then almost another before he could form coherent speech. His eyes were closed. He could not yet talk and see at the same time. "Oh, my god, Data!" he said. "That was insane! Awesome and insane!"
"You ain't lyin', kid!"
"Wait! That wasn't Data's voice!" Wesley thought to himself. He bolted up, his eyes wide open. There, in the doorway to Data's bathroom, stood Geordi LaForge.
"Geordi!" Wesley was mortified.
"Hi, Wes," Geordi said, as nonchalantly as could be. "So... What are you up to today?"
"Um―er―I―" he stammered.
"Relax, kid," Geordi chuckled. "It's all good."
The remark did little to reassure Wesley. He scrambled off Data's bed and dove for his clothing. Picking up the bundle, he covered his crotch with it. "Wh―What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was visiting Data and having a quick trip to the bathroom when you arrived. You attacked Data so quickly, I had no way to make a graceful exit without alerting you to my presence, so I stayed quiet and, um... audited your class."
Wesley's usually creamy complexion had already been reddened by his recent exertions, but the news that Geordi had just watched him get plowed by an android caused his face and chest to grow even redder. "Holy shit," Wesley concluded.
"Indeed," Geordi agreed, with a wide grin, trying not to burst into all-out laughter.
Data looked at Wesley. "Would you like to penetrate me now?" he asked, and Geordi lost his shit. He actually fell against the bathroom doorway as his bellylaugh convulsed his whole body.
"I'm sorry, Wes! I'm sorry!" Geordi guffawed. "I can't―"
Wesley, speechless, looked from Geordi to Data, who then tilted his head in that gesture the others knew to mean Data didn't get the joke.
Geordi saw that, too, and it made him laugh even harder. Tears were pouring out from beneath his VISOR. Wesley looked back at Geordi, then down at his cum-soaked torso. The ridiculousness of the situation banished the mortification, and Wesley Crusher crumpled to his knees, laughing hysterically.
Wesley stepped out of the shower in Data's quarters. Data had cleaned himself off and dressed by the time Wesley left the bathroom. Geordi was still there. This made Wesley feel a bit apprehensive, especially since he was still naked. Geordi smiled and tossed the boy his pants.
"C'mon, Wes. Relax. Sit down. Let's talk this out." He beckoned Wesley to join him sitting at the edge of Data's bed. Data stood nearby.
After donning his pants, Wesley sat, reluctantly. "I don't know what I was thinking," he admitted, facepalming himself.
"It's not difficult to figure out," Geordi said. You're a horny young man, trapped on a starship with limited options. I get it. BELIEVE ME, I get it. I gotta admit, though. I didn't see this one comin'." Then, he added, "Oh, wait. Yes, I did!" and started laughing all over again.
"You're an asshole." Wesley chuckled.
"I'm sorry, Wes. I really never expected..." He searched for a word, but settled on, "...this."
"I shouldn't have used Data."
"You shouldn't have used Data."
Data was confused. "I do not understand. Why should there be any objection to me serving as Wesley's sexual surrogate?"
"If word of this got out, every crewman with an itch in their pants would start booking appointments. There are already idiots out there calling you 'Picard's android.' How would you feel if they started calling you 'Picard's talking dildo'?"
"I would not feel anything," Data replied. This time, it was Wesley who burst into laughter. Geordi just shook his head.
Wesley composed himself, then turned to Data. "He's right, Data. The fact that I was lonely and needy did not give me the right to use you in that way. It was a selfish thing to do, and I'm so sorry."
"I do not quite understand, but I will accept your apology."
"Thanks," Wesley said, truly grateful.
"Good," Geordi nodded. "That settles that part of it. Now, as to your remaining options..." Wesley squirmed a bit. Geordi continued. "Really, Wes. Until you meet someone, your best option really is a holo-program. You can choose the parameters of physicality and personality, pick any setting at all, and create some truly satisfying experiences. I can help you create anything you'd like, or just set you up with a tutorial that'll let you set parameters without me, if you'd rather keep your personal fantasies more private."
"Thanks, Geordi," Wesley mumbled, slightly dejected. "I guess that'll have to do."
"I'm not finished." This time, it was Wesley who tilted his head. Geordi smiled. "I know what you're going through. I've been there, and I'm willing to help you as much as I can. I know there's no substitute for real, physical contact with another human being. I want you to know that if you are feeling lonely, you can always count on me for a good, long, oxytocin-triggering hug."
Wesley's eyes began to well up. "Really?"
Geordi leaned in. "C'mere, kid." Wesley fell into Geordi's arms and wept. Geordi held the boy for several minutes. Data watched the interaction in silence, doing his best to isolate and catalog the behaviors he was witnessing: longing, loneliness, sorrow, frustration, empathy, compassion, surrender, relief, affection. Associating behaviors with their emotions would help Data in his attempts to be more human. All these new data and calculations were soon integrated win his positronic neural net.
Eventually, Wesley composed himself. Geordi helped him stand. "Okay, you start thinking about what you'd like to do. Data and I have to start our duty shifts soon. I'll meet you in Ten Forward for dinner at 0700 and we can brainstorm then, if you'd like."
Wesley nodded. "I'd like that."
The day passed quickly. Wesley had no classes, but he did spend a few hours doing homework. At 0645, he combed his hair, checked his clothes for unacceptable wrinkles, checked his armpits for unacceptable odors, then made his way from his room to the turbolift.
"Deck ten," he commanded the computer. The turbolift hummed as the car made its way through the ship. Within seconds, he was at the entrance to Ten Forward. It was just past the end of the day shift, so the lounge was packed. The noise level was high, but the sounds were happy ones: laughter, pleasant conversations, the clinking of glasses and eating utensils, the occasional toast or song. Wesley smiled as he entered, and soon located and joined Geordi at a table near the windows.
The ship was traveling at warp toward its next assignment, a mission of mercy to deliver food replicators to a planet where an airborne fungus was tainting most of the edible vegetation. Many folks who live or travel extensively in space will end up ignoring the visual beauty of space as a starship surpassed the speed of light. Wesley, however, always found it enticing and spectacular.
After enjoying a light entree and dessert, they began to discuss their new project. "I don't need anything too fancy or complex, Geordi."
"That's fine, Wes," Geordi assured him, "but we sill must decide several things. For example, do you want just a practical experience, or something that feels more like a relationship?"
Wesley considered this. His emotionless encounter with Data was physically sufficient, but he could not deny he wanted something more. No. He needed something more. "I think I'd like something that feels as much like a real relationship as possible."
"That's doable," Geordi said as he tapped a few commands into the PADD on the table. "Would you prefer your partner to have a dominant or submissive personality?"
"Neither. I'd like us to be equals. I think I'd be more comfortable that way."
"Fair enough. Gender?" Wesley blushed a bit. "Okay," Geordi grinned. "Got it."
Wesley felt an urge to explain. "I do want to know about girls, too, but for my first holo-partner, I think I'd rather know the types of... parts... I'll be dealing with. Less overwhelming, I think."
Geordi nodded, adding this new data to the program. "Practical thinking. Okay, what about looks? Hair color, body type?" He lowered his voice. "Endowment?" he smirked.
Wesley let out with a nervous giggle. "I hadn't thought that far ahead, to be honest. I'm more concerned about his personality. It would really be nice to feel loved by a partner. So, as to the looks? Somewhere in my age range, but other than that, I don't know what my 'type' is. Surprise me"
"I can understand that. Tell you what: I'll come up with something. If you decide you want to make any changes down the road, that's not a problem as long as you don't lock the parameters." Wesley nodded in agreement.
"How soon can the program be ready?" Wesley inquired, trying not to sound too desperate.
Geordi reached across the table and put his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "Not long. Tomorrow, probably. I can see how anxious you are," he smiled. Wesley's eyes bugged out and he moved to cover the nagging erection in his lap. Under the table. Under. The. Table.
"How―?"
Geordi removed his hand from the boy's shoulder, sat back, and tapped his VISOR with his index finger. "Heat signature," he chuckled. Geordi's VISOR also detected the rush of blood to Wesley's face, as he began to blush again. "Wes, you really need to learn how to be comfortable talking about this stuff. It'll help you not be so nervous when you're in more intimate situations."
"You're right, but... it's not easy."
"No, I suppose not." Geordi pondered this for a moment. "Okay. I have an idea. Come with me." Wesley was apprehensive, but curiosity and horniness beat apprehension more times than not. Wesley followed as Geordi led him out of Ten Forward.
"Where are we going?"
"My quarters. If you're gonna get more comfortable talking about intimate things, better to be in a more intimate setting. You don't want a crowd of people around when you're learning how to ask for a blowjob, do you?"
Wesley almost stumbled as the question registered in his brain. "No," he agreed.
"Sit. Relax," Geordi urged as they entered the officer's home. Geordi sat and pulled off his boots. "Ahhh..." he sighed. "I have been on these poor dogs all day." he rubbed his feet a bit, then looked back at Wesley. The boy was sitting on the sofa in Geordi's room, fidgeting like a schoolboy in the principal's office.
Geordi laughed. "Boy, you are a jittery mess! You have GOT to unwind!" With a slight shrug of his shoulders, Wesley nodded in agreement. Geordi was silent for a moment. Then, he looked at Wesley and spoke. "Okay. Apparently, you need a friend before you even try for a lover. Somebody who won't judge you, but will call you out on any nonsense."
"That sounds logical," Wesley nodded.
"Okay. Here's what I can do... Would you like a handjob?"
Wesley flinched. "What? I―I though you were strictly het."
"I am," Geordi assured him, "but I did play games with friends when I was young. And again at the Academy."
"Really?" Wesley was gobsmacked.
"Oh, my God, Wes," Geordi smiled. "If you think you can attend four years of Starfleet Academy without participating in about a hundred circle jerks..."
Wesley couldn't process this news. "I had no idea."
"Think about it. In a group of humans, boys will start getting curious about their own bodies and those of others around the onset of puberty. Erections, wet dreams, all these new feelings and urges... It's no wonder many end up playing with each other. It really has nothing to do with sexual preference. It's about growing up and all the changes involved."
"Okay. I get it."
Geordi continued. "Now, it's a few years later. You've matured both physically and mentally, but you're still not fully an adult. Your hormones are raging and you're horny all the time. Suddenly, you're at the Academy and sharing dorms and showers with people from many new species. There's an old saying: 'Not everybody keeps their genitals in the same place.' Well, it's true, so the curiosity ... arises... all over again."
Wesley saw Geordi's point. "Dorm-room games and circle jerks."
"Bingo, kid." Geordi smiled compassionately. "So, Wes. Would a helping hand from a friend be beneficial to you, or would it complicate things even more?" Geordi could see the temperature rise in Wesley's face, ears, and groin. He had his answer, but he took Wesley by the shoulders. "Look at me." Wes met his gaze. "Go ahead. Say the words."
Wesley swallowed, mustered his courage, and asked, "G-Geordi, please touch me." Wesley tried to exhale, but as yet, could not.
"I can do that," Geordi assured the boy. The response allowed Wesley to exhale, but the breath was followed by a sharp intake of air. Wesley gasped as Geordi gently cupped his eager erection with one hand, while guiding the boy's hand to the young officer's own hardening cock. Geordi's gentle caressing caused Wesley to close his eyes and moan.
"Talk to me, Wes. What feels good to you? What do you want me to do?" He continued to rub his hand across the fabric separating his hand from Wesley's young manhood.
Wesley ventured a request. "Can we be naked?"
Geordi nodded. "Sure," he replied. "I'd like that, too." They separated and slowly disrobed. Wesley really admired Geordi's body. It was toned without being overly muscular. Wesley liked that. Bigger guys intimidated him. "Now, what?" Geordi asked.
"I want to jerk you off, and I want you to do the same to me."
"Yes! Absolutely! That was great, Wes," Geordi praised him. "Did that feel any easier to say?"
Wesley had to admit that it did. "Yeah," he nodded.
"Cool," Geordi smiled. He took Wes by his erection and pulled him in close. This time, Wesley reached for Geordi without hesitation or goading. The feeling of holding someone else's penis in his hand was sending adrenaline thrills through his body. Wesley's cock pulsed with every heartbeat, and his heart rate was increasing by the minute.
Geordi stroked Wesley slowly, and Wesley reciprocated, copying Geordi's pace. He found the contrast between his own pale hand and the large, dark brown cock throbbing inside it.
Wesley savored every inch of it, stroking steadily as he explored. With his free hand, he traced the prominent veins along Geordi's shaft. His index finger swirled around in the space between Geordi's foreskin and glans. Geordi was already leaking profusely, so this part of their adventure was proceeding smoothly.
Geordi's head tipped back, and he moaned. "That feels really good, Wes. Tell me what you're feeling."
Wesley had been so busy concentrating on the beautiful gift Geordi was offering him that he forgot about the fact that his own cock was being stroked, too. He looked down, and the sight of Geordi's dark hand on his pale dick was a huge turn-on. He answered Geordi's question.
"This feels great, Geordi, but more than just what your hand is doing. The fact that you're trusting me to do this, and the comfort in knowing that you would never do anything to hurt me, is making my brain explode. I may be cumming any minute now. I need to."
Geordi moved them to the bed, where they knelt face-to-face. "Okay," he said. "Pick up the pace, and let's try to cum at the same time." Wes did just that. He sped up his strokes, and Geordi rapidly approached his own climax. Geordi kept up the same slow stroking, trying to avoid Wesley erupting too soon.
Wesley's moans at being edged brought Geordi closer to his own release. He reached out and put his free hand on Wesley's shoulder to steady himself. Wes grabbed Geordi's shoulder just as he began to cum. The cry was primal. The orgasm was even better than the one he had with Data. His young cock shot jet after jet onto Geordi's chest and that triggered Geordi's orgasm. With a loud grunt, his dark dick painted most of Wesley's torso.
Their spasms subsided, but they stayed on their knees, heads resting on each other's shoulders until they caught their breath. "Shit, Wes. That was good. I haven't done that in years!" The broke their mutual embrace.
Wesley smiled, a combination of relief and genuine happiness. "I never came that hard before," he admitted, still slightly winded. "There really is nothing like real contact."
"Yeah," Geordi agreed. "So," he added with a wicked smile, "I'm guessing I've also been promoted from acquaintance to friend...?"
"Of course!" Wesley beamed.
"Okay, friend. Now that the blood can flow back up north to your brain, some ground rules..." Wesley listened attentively. "This can't become a regular thing. It's way too easy to fall in love with me." They laughed together. "Seriously, though. Keep what happened here in perspective. I saw a friend who needed help. I did what I could because I wanted to. It can't be more than that. Okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, you were my first. That will always be special for me, but I promise I won't start stalking you. In fact, because I might just fall in love with your hot, irresistible self, I'll let you invite me, if you ever want to do this again."
"Okay, Wes. That sounds like a plan. Now, let's get cleaned up and work on your holo-program."
The following night, after Geordi's duty shift ended, he called Wesley and asked him to come to Holodeck Two. Beverly overheard the call. "What's going on in the holodeck?" she asked. She wasn't being nosy, merely curious.
Wesley rarely lied to his mother, but there were some things a teenage boy should keep private. "I'm helping Geordi design a holo-program." He hoped that would be the end of it, but he suspected his luck wouldn't run that way. He was right.
"Oh? What kind?"
Wesley had to think on his feet. "An entertainment program." He tried to be as nonchalant as possible.
"Oh, that's nice. I look forward to checking it out once it's ready." That did it. Wesley flinched, and Beverly's mom-alarm went red alert. She looked directly at him. "Wesley...?"
"Mom...?" he replied, sheepishly.
"What KIND of entertainment program?"
Wesley couldn't. "Oh, God, Mom. I really don't want you to ask me about this," he pleaded.
It clicked. She had to abandon 'mom mode' for a moment. "Oh, Wes, honey. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't realize, but I think I understand. I won't ask any more questions. If you trust Geordi to help you with this, I think I can rest easy that you are safe in his hands."
Wesley almost choked. If she only knew.
"Yes, I'm your mom," she continued, "but I'm also a doctor. You don't have to be stressed or feel any other negative emotion about needing intimacy. You're a brilliant young man, and I know you make smart choices. I just want you to be happy, okay?" She moved to her son and kissed him on the cheek. He felt a sense of relief.
"Thanks, Mom," he smiled, as he moved to head out to the holodeck. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. The minute the door whooshed closed behind him, Beverly collapsed onto a chair and enjoyed a good, long laugh as she sang, "Is this the little boy I carried...?"
Wesley arrived at Holodeck Two to find Geordi making a final few entries into a PADD. "I'm ready. Are you?"
"Yeah. Let's see what you've come up with," Wesley said.
"Well," Geordi informed him. "I'm not quite sure. We kept the physicality random and I haven't activated the program yet. I thought you'd like to be alone while you test things out for the first time. All that's left to do is to pick a setting. You want to meet your new―what? Friend? Lover? Fuck-buddy? What are you calling this guy?―someplace special."
"I don't even want to THINK about labels until I see how this goes. As to a name, though, I do I have one I'm kinda fond of." He took the PADD from Geordi and did a brief bit of typing.
"Okay, then, Wes. I'm outta here. Call me if you need anything. I'll be doing something even sexier than you will: reading technical manuals." He moved to leave, but turned back with a sly grin on his face. "I almost forgot to tell you. I incorporated the BERP into the program!"
Wesley was stumped. "The burp?"
"BERP. B-E-R-P. Bodily Emission Removal Protocol. When you end the program, BERP uses transporters and the waste-reclamation system to clean the floor, walls, and ceiling. Go wild, kid." Geordi laughed heartily as he left Wesley alone.
Once this newest wave of embarrassment passed, Wesley readied himself to activate the program. He took a deep breath... then realized he no idea what filename Geordi had used to create the program. He tapped the screen and rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Goddammit, Geordi." he muttered.
He sighed, then spoke. "Computer." The computer chirped, signaling its readiness to accept a command. "Activate Program Wesley Crusher 69."
"Specify setting," it responded.
"Let's start simply. My bedroom."
The grid of intersecting yellow holo-projectors against solid-black surfaces was replaced with a duplicate of Wesley's bedroom. Then, the boy appeared.
Wesley was speechless. He looked the teenage boy over from head to toe. Wesley had thought he didn't have a favorite 'type,' but this boy was just perfect. His eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin, his hands: all were just beautiful in Wesley's eyes. "This may just work out," Wesley thought to himself, as he realized his penis was beginning to swell. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to undress the young man before him.
The boy smiled even wider, and with a loving twinkle in his eye, took Wesley's face in his hands and kissed him softly on the lips. He then looked Wesley square in the eye and whispered, "My name is Gareth. Would you please make love to me?"
― END OF CHAPTER ONE ―
COMING SOON: CHAPTER TWO In which our hero gets his James T. Kirk on while visiting an alien planet.
Dearest Reader. I hope you enjoyed the first installment of this series of tales starring Wesley Crusher and his erotic adventures.
A special thank you to the Nifty fan who inspired this story.
If my story made you laugh, or cum, or both, I am very happy about that and would love to hear from you.
Expect Chapter Two somewhere between the middle and end of October. Until then, be safe, be happy, and... oh, yeah...
Live long and prosper.
xoxo CyberBowl