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From: SILVERI@QUCDN.QueensU.CA (Silver Tiger)
Subject: REPOST: Dorm Encounters XII: Ensign Crusher
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Dorm Encounters XII: Ensign Crusher
 
     Jay and I had just had our goodbyes and I waved as
his car left the parking lot.  In a few short months,
Jay and I had developed not only a wonderful sexual
relationship, but a friendship beyond measure.
Unfortunately, he had just graduated and went on his
merry way to the great void we know as the real world.
I turned from the parking lot and headed back in,
feeling a little down, but happy for my friend as he
moved on.  (OK, so I wimped out and wrote him out).
 
     This week promised to be a busy one, the most
important reason being that we were expecting a VIP
visitor to address the Journalism school.  He was to be
housed in the room next to mine, traditionally reserved
for visiting professors and other VIPs.
 
     I returned to the dorm and keyed into the VIP room
to check everything over once more.  I had left a
carefully displayed set of current magazines, some
fresh cut flowers, and some fruit on the table.
Everything was up to standards so I went to my room and
changed.
 
     Several hours later, I climbed into a school van
and drove the hour and a half to the airport.  I had a
sign saying "XYZ College" to hold for the VIP who I
didn't even know the name of.
 
     The flight I was to meet had just deplaned when I
walked through the airport concourse doors, and I held
the sign high in the air towards the flood of people
coming from the baggage claim.  I waited for some time
until I saw a familiar face coming towards me smiling.
I wasn't sure, but it looked like Wil Wheaton of Star
Trek, the Next Genereation!  I smiled back and waved
the sign some more.  He walked up to me and said, "You
can put the sign down.  I'm the one you're looking
for."
 
     I was flabergasted.  Absolutely astounded.  I said
nothing as I grabbed his bags from him and headed out
the door.  I stowed his luggage and opened his door.  I
stuck out my hand and said, "My name is Andrew.  I am
the Resident Assistant in the dorm you will be staying
in, Mr. Wheaton.  Welcome!  And may I add, I am one of
your biggest fans?"
 
     "You may.  Thanks, Andrew.  Good to be here.
Let's go!"
 
     We rode in silence for some time.  There were a
million things I was dying to ask him but didn't dare.
Finally, he spoke.
 
     "So what is there do to at night, here, Andrew?
Any interesting night life?"
 
     "Depends on what you call interesting.  I am sure
your life in Hollywood is much more interesting than
life in this little town!" I replied.
 
     "Well, you would be surprised, man.  Hollywood is
OK, but there are no REAL people to hang out with.
That's why I do these college trips.  I get to meet
real people and frankly, have much better times when I
am on the road at places like your school.  What I
meant by interesting is, are there good night spots in
town?  Any gay bars?  That kind of thing.  You know."
 
     "Gay bars?" I asked incredulously.  "What would
you want with a gay bar, Mr. Wheaton?"
 
     "First of all, my name is Wil.  And second of all,
whether you heard in the Enquirer or not, I am gay.  I
love men.  Sue me.  I noticed by the way you have been
staring at me that you must be, too."
 
     "Well, yes, I am, actually.  And to tell you the
truth, you are my greatest media fantasy at the moment.
You have no idea how often you and I have slept
together in my dreams, Wil!"
 
     "Sounds good to me, buddy.  When?"
 
     We were approaching the dorm.  I pulled in the
parking lot and said, "How about now?  You don't speak
until tomorrow."
 
     "OK, let me get settled and I will call you."
 
     "My room is right next door.  Bang on the wall or
something."
 
     I went to my room and quickly showered and
changed.  Packing a few necessaries in a bag, I waited
for the signal.  Several minutes later (seemed like
hours) I heard tapping on the walls.  I flew out of my
room and ran in the next, closing and locking the door.
There, standing in the middle of the room, was Ensign
Wesley Crusher, complete with Star Trek uniform, rank
insignia and communciator.  Jesus Christ I flipped.  I
dropped my bag and fished out my Science Officer
Uniform I had gotten at the last convention.  I quickly
changed into my Lieutenant Commander outfit and stood
before the Ensign.
 
                    "Ensign Crusher, my name is Lieutenant Commander
Whitaker, Science Officer of the Excelsior.  Welcome
aboard.  Please come this way."  I led him to the bed
and pulled him down next to me.  I removed his
communicator and rank insignia, doing the same to
myself.  Feeling less conspicuous now, I wrapped my
arms around my TV idol and kissed him deeply.  He
frantically searched the insides of my mouth with his
tongue and I did the same.
 
     We broke apart long enough to rip our costumes
off, and I looked down to his crotch and was astounded
to find the largest cock I had ever seen on someone his
size.  Nothing terribly big, mind you, but on someone
that skinny and small, it was enormous!  I grabbed his
hot poker and jacked a couple of wonderful strokes on
it, loving the feeling my textured hands had on his
smooth cock.
 
     He grabbed the tower rising from my lap and did
the same.  We kissed again, this time passionately,
lovingly, as if we had all night to fuck and suck away.
My hands roamed his perfect body, reveling in the
smooth skin and well defined lines.  We lay back on the
bed, side by side and began exploring what we saw
before us.
 
     I licked from his lips down his chin, across his
adam's apple, and down his pefectly smooth and taut
chest.  I swirled around each nipple, biting them as I
passed by.  He moaned.  My mouth trailed kisses and
licks down his washboard stomach until my tongue hit
soft angelic pubic hair.  I swooped down on his cock
and sucked with all my might, drawing his cock to
etheral hardness.
 
     He turned around and began sucking me as I
continued to worship his perfect prick.  We slid in and
out of each others' mouths perfectly, as if we were
specifically made for the sport.  Moaning and grunting,
we pummelled each others mouths until we were both
cumming feverishly into each others' mouths.  Semen
shot down our throats and bathed us.  I couldn't handle
the load I was getting, and some dribbled down my chin
onto my neck.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye
that he was havinh the same problem.
 
     We broke apart and licked each other clean.  I
laid him on his back and lay atop him, 69 style and
began tonguing his ass with a fever I never thought
possible.  He reached up and did the same to me.  Soon
we were writhing on top of each other and bouncing all
over the bed as we tongue-fucked each other feverishly.
I could stand this torment no more and rolled off
Wil.  I squatted over his midsection and sank down on
his hard prick, truly feeling every tingle in my ass as
my asslips opened to accept this monster invasion.  He
pushed up as I pushed down and we were soon locked
together.  I rose up and down slowly at first, then
building speed, until I was bucking wildly on this
stallion of a man.  He rolled us over, his turgid cock
still in my ass and took me from behind, slapping my
ass as he plunged in and out.  He cried loudly on a
particularly deep thrust that bounced off my prostate
making me scream in ecstasy, and shot deep within my
bowels.  I felt the hot spunk coat the insides of my
ass-canal and pushed back to get the thrusts as deep as
possible.  The force of his spurts sent semen deeper
than any previous lover I had encountered.
 
     As soon as he had finished cumming, and before he
even had a chance to catch his breath, I flipped him
over, grabbed his ankles and put them over my shoulders
and rammed my cock into his love chute.  I plugged that
tight hole quickly, pounding my prick in and out with
the voracity of a first time fucking teenager.  I
screamed and yelled as he grunted with each thrust.  I
began to shoot deep within him and continued to thrust
in and out as my semen blasted into his deepest
cavities.  He moaned and groaned as he felt my essence
fill him to the rim and begin leaking around my cock
onto the bed.
 
     We fell back, happy and exhausted.  We kissed and
rolled around lavishly enjoying the experience of being
naked together, and allowed our racing pulses and
breathing to return to normal.
 
     Several hours later, after awaking, we went at it
again, and again, until he had to address the J.
school.
 
     Over the next couple of days, we became
inseparable, both in public and in the bedroom, and
fast became good friends.  When I saw him off at the
airport, he promised to write and to return to my
school and I drove back happily ensconsed in reliving
the fantasy-of-a-lifetime come true.