Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2020 01:12:50 +0000
From: CyberBowl <CyberBowl@protonmail.com>
Subject: Wesley Crusher: Journey's Beginning (chapter 1)

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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 ―


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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

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