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The First Night
Code: NC-17, parody
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Summary: Kirk’s first night at the Enterprise
Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.
If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. T’Boy did a really great job to correct my errors, not to mention all the suggestions she gave. My greatest gratitude to her. For all remaining errors, blame me.
His chest swelled with pride as he gazed around the bridge. “She’s mine. All mine,” he said aloud. He saw the gleaming metal of the equipment. He smelled the aroma of fresh cleaning. And he thought he had gone to heaven.
Finally he had reached his goal. Captain of a star-ship. Not some little unknown ship – he had gotten the flagship of the fleet, the pride of the Federation. He was about to step in the footprints of the famous Captains April and Pike. But he would make everybody forget them. Soon they would only talk about the famous, unbelievable, matchless Captain James Tiberius Kirk and his heroism. The youngest Captain in the fleet – and the best, of course.
Finally his hard work over the last years had earned him the deserved honor. The Enterprise was his. Soon he would begin a five-year-mission, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations. An exciting thought… and his thoughts weren’t the only ‘thing’ to become excited. He noticed the growing bulge in his pants with pleasure.
Yes, it was indeed exciting to stand here - on the bridge of this proud ship… and to be Captain. Tomorrow the whole crew would come on board, but this silver lady was all his. He had come a day earlier on purpose. He wanted to stroll throughout the ship, along the corridors, look in every department, just him, alone. He even thought about sleeping on the bridge tonight.
He was happy – he was excited – he was hard. Good, only the thought of the beautiful Enterprise – his wonderful silver lady – made him horny as hell. He pictured her as a well-endowed, longhaired blond with big tits and silken skin. And his cock grew even harder.
He reached for his fly. These damn tight regulation pants had definitely become too narrow. He pulled his engorged flesh out and stroked tenderly along his long shaft. Yes, this was good. He could make love to himself now – and only she was watching.
She would love it – she would love him. He was sure of this. If there ever existed love at first sight then it had happened between them today. He pulled his boots off and pushed his pants down. He fortunately never wore any underwear – of course he was a man who loved his freedom in any way.
His gaze traveled to the big command chair in the middle of the bridge. Also his – only his! He stepped closer and reached for the leather surface. It was cold beneath his hands. He could feel it calling for him.
Excited he pressed himself against its coldness. Rubbing his engorged cock against the leather made him feel light headed. He moaned, increasing his speed, enjoying the sensations which flowed through his body.
He couldn’t remember if he’d ever been so erect. It was bliss – he WAS in heaven. He was at home. “Oh God, yes!” He cried out in triumph about his new life, his proud ship.
Soon he would come. Yes, soon he would make her his, would christen her with his own seed. He rubbed harder, reached at the same time for his balls, squeezed them.
He could feel the waves of orgasm building higher and higher and then…
…the turbolift’s door slid open and he was staring right into the eyes of his future Vulcan Science Officer.
Continued in Down on my knees by Lady Charena