Curious Wesley and the secret portal
GAY, MINOR
Warning! A badly written, Wesley bashing, trekkie slash parody. Not for the faint of heart. After posting it, I hope we can all agree never to see the name \"WESLEY\" in the archive title list again.
` After months of effort, young Wesley Crusher was ready to test his secret
hologram portal program. The program made a small gap between the holodeck
doors and the “environment” that was currently running, allowing Wesley and
one other guest to open the door and observe the program without being seen by
anyone inside. Ever since Wesley first saw Lt. Worf, his curiosity about
Klingon mating habits was sparked. And every time he saw the tall, dark
warrior, or even smelled that distinctly Klingon scent, Wesley could think of
nothing else but the mysterious Klingon penis. How big was it? Did it grow and
throb like Wesley’s? Was it surrounded with dark, kinky hair like Cmdr.
Riker’s? Would Worf let him touch it like Cmdr. Riker did? What did it taste
like? Could it be even larger Cmdr. Riker’s hot throbbing eight centimeters?
Wesley had to know! His hand reached under the computer counsel and began
stroking around his circumcision scars. How stupid he was for showing his
mother that ancient Kellogg file he found while poking around in the sexual
mutilation medical archives. He should have never accepted the passwords from
Cmdr. Riker. Anyway, it was time for the final test. Lt. Worf had entered the
holodeck, and Wesley had primed him by discretely leaving erotica on Worf’s
counsel when he was out. He made his way down the hall until he came to the
holodeck doors. Pretending to examine the reservation schedules, Wesley looked
both ways before quickly typing in his password for the portal program. The
door slid open, Wesley jumped in and the door closed behind him. It was just
what he had wished for! There was Lt. Worf, naked, and a holographic Klingon
female clinging to the upper branches of a holographic tree spitting down at
him. “Oh, Fuck!” Wesley whispered in amazement at the pendulant, 40cm tool
between Worf’s legs, and seven hot, throbbing centimeters of pubescent flesh
unsuccessfully attempted to rip through Star Fleet’s latest, high tensile
strength trouser fabric. Wesley had no choice but to soothe it. The going was
awkward through the high-tech cloth. Its elasticity made inserting a hand
difficult, so Wesley slipped them down to his ankles and went work. The
spitting and threats continued until Worf’s huge organ was fully erect. Worf
was becoming an animal. A lusty husky musky animal! Suddenly Worf collapsed.
He lied on his back with his erection throbbing up vertically, tempting
Wesley. Minutes slipped by as Wesley and the holographic Klingon female
watched and waited. Wesley wanted to touch the huge organ, to taste it. He
typed in his password again, and shut down the programs. An unconscious Lt.
Worf lay waiting. Wesley kicked his shoes and trousers off his feet and went
forward. He stood above Worf, hesitating. Was he dying? Could he still touch
the great penis and then arrange for an emergency transport to sickbay before
it was too late? Worf’s smell was overwhelming. One hand vigorously
manipulated the 14-year-old, seven centimeter, pink-white human penis, while
the other slowly reached out to unsheathe the tribble-sized head on the flag
pole in front of him. At the moment when pale thumb and index finger closed
onto the ebony, horned foreskin… `

“Wesley! Ensign Crusher! What were you doing here?”

It was Lt. Worf.

“Sir, I was walking by the holodeck doors and I saw a warning light flashing,
and… oh, I hurt down there!”

“Quiet! You should never interfere with rituals you do NOT understand.”

“What happened, Sir? I swear! I saw the warning light, and there you were…”

“A likely story.”

“What are you hiding, sir? What is that dermal regenerator for?”

“See for yourself.” Warf allowed the boy to sit up.

“My penis!” Where is it? This isn’t fair!”

“I ate it.” When Wesley awoke from the subsequent faint, Worf was dressed.
“Ensign Crusher, I found your portal program. I am sure this will be the end
of ALL your computer privileges.”

“No, Lieutenant! Please!”

“You found yourself in the middle of a Klingon mating ritual, I suspect humans
would call it a “possum” trick. I instinctively went to bite my mate’s thigh,
it is the beginning of that particular mating process, but I found a small
piece of flesh stuck between my teeth instead.” Worf bared his teeth and
growled. There, next to the right incisor, hung a deflated, circumcised penis.
Worf slapped his chest. “Worf to sickbay. Prepare to re-attach a small genital
organ to a curious, human teenager. Oh, and beam a toothpick into holodeck 3.”

“A toothpick , Lieutenant?” a woman’s voice came back.

“Yes Mom, a toothpick! And hurry!”

“Worf, where are my balls!?”

“Balls? …Testicles? Oh, they hang between the legs in humans. I had forgotten
that. I must have swallowed them while I completed the ritual. Once you touch
a Klingon egg sack, it is deposited in the female so that in can be exposed to
her sperm. It is an instinctive process that must be completed before
conscience thought returns. Anyway, you will not want your little organs for
some time. My egg sack will slowly make its way through your body, looking for
sperm. If it finds some… well let’s not go into that. But certainly it will
not be possible for you to have any sperm in your body for the life of the egg
sack; seven years.”

“Seven years!”

“Yes Ensign. Seven years. Approximately. I am sure Cmdr. Riker will be even
more upset.”  

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