The Stain on the Floor

A lover’s fantasy in three acts

Act I: "Savoring the moment"

"Bridge!"

Gripping the smooth, cylindrical control of the turbolift, Kirk’s soul seemed to hum. It hummed in sync with the lift as it moved. There was an aura of tense anticipation that surrounded the commander. Yes, he was a man on a mission. Eyes focused on the lift doors; Kirk played through his mind the plans he had previously devised. He allowed himself one brief smile as a thought swiftly crossed his mind.

"I was meant to be a starship captain, the captain of the Enterprise. And, damn, it feels good!" Kirk declared this statement to the empty lift.

Once the doors to the turboshaft slid open, Jim Kirk was welcomed with a familiar cacophony of sounds and lights. He was in the heart of his lovely lady. Also, he was near his heart of hearts. If he just looked over to his right and raised his eyes slightly higher, Jim knew he would be able to drown in twin dark pools - those lovely, Vulcan eyes.

//Have willpower, Jim boy! //

Taking a deep breath he deliberately turned toward the first officer’s station. However, Kirk abruptly stopped in front of communications instead. As Jim discussed Lieutenant Uhura’s work on the space norm monitor, he could feel eyes that seem to travel over his body, with such clarity that he could have sworn someone was touching him. At this point, the captain definitely had a hard-on to rival any porn star’s.

Trying to move nonchalantly, though uncomfortably, Jim decided to prolong this exquisite agony a bit longer. Thus, he began a tour of his bridge. With an about face he tried to amble over to the engineering station where Carter was in contact with Scotty in engineering. The officers were fine-tuning the dilithium crystal stress monitor. Rather then bother the men’s work, Kirk slowly moved over to the environmental station. Some of his sexual tension was gradually easing off.

//No quickie for you, captain! // thought Kirk. //This needs to be savored like good wine. //

After a short conversation with a nervous ensign at the environmental controls, Jim strolled pass the substation and came half way around the upper level of the bridge. The viewscreen gave the Enterprise captain a vista of stars. His blood flowed to the rhythm of the passing celestial bodies. The captain did not realize what a spectacular show he was putting on at this point. His golden flesh, flashing braids, and wheat-colored, soft hair seemed to absorb the heavenly light. An aura of light radiated from his body.

Enhancing his reverie at that moment was the feeling of those eyes again accompanied with a piercing sense of endearment and longing. Ah...the blood flooded his groin again. //How much longer can I dam my feelings, my desires! Man, this hurts! // Contradicting this thought, there was a soft smile on Jim’s face.

Slowly, almost sensually, he moved past weaponry and impulse stations. Triumphantly, he reached home base...the science station...with dry pants. However, the human was breathing like a ballplayer that had just completed a home run. Excitedly, the game had just started.

Act II: "Was that vulcanized steel?"

Captain Kirk found his meticulously working first officer studiously focusing on his com-pad.

// Oh, no, Mr. Spock, no hiding for you! //

The ardent human gently leaned into the seated figure, appearing as though he was looking over Spock’s shoulder with professional interest. Actually, the good captain was allowing his monumental hard-on to poke the Vulcan’s arm. A shudder ran through Spock, providing Kirk with a sensation that was better than any vibrator!

"Ah...Mr. Spock, anything in your morning scan that appears to be interesting?"

"Sir, the system reveals no unusual anomalies. However, long-range scans indicate what I believe to be the formation of a binary solar system. The discovery of such an event would be certainly beneficial to the scientific community, if we were able to document it." As the first officer talked, Kirk stepped back, watching Spock’s eyes slowly lower to focus on his groin area.

"Are you able to get a good view of the impending event, science officer?"

Spock’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he responded, "A fascinating view, Captain!"

Lowering his voice, Jim asked as he looked through his long, golden lashes, "Why don’t you give me a chance to view such a ‘fascinating’ sight?"

With a deep, green face, the Vulcan abruptly stood up, allowing his com-pad to clatter onto the science console. A slight movement from the communication station momentarily distracted Kirk’s attention. He didn’t miss Uhura’s gentle smile as she leaned forward, focusing on her own task. Smiling, he turned his eyes back to the glorious view of Spock leaning over his sensors with that trim, thin butt in the air. Maintaining his position, yet slightly turning his head, Spock addressed Kirk, "Sir, I have the site on viewer. Would you like to see the anomaly?"

"I believe I can SEE quite clearly from here, Mr. Spock," answered Kirk. // Oh, how I dream of you this way, Spock! You don’t know what a daily temptation you are, do you? //

With a snarl Kirk stepped forward and pressed his groin into the firm butt of the beloved alien. Though Spock’s body stiffened, he did not deter Jim from making any advancement. Jim’s hands slowly glided over the rigid back and paused on Spock’s shoulders. Straining, leaning forward, the human lightly kissed a pointed ear as he whispered, "I’m going to fuck you, mister. I’m going to fuck you long, slow, and hard!"

Now those golden hands slid from the shoulders, blazing a trail from Spock’s armpits, down to midriff, and stomach. Finally, the captain’s hands rested on a pulsating bulge in the crotch of his first officer’s pants. Spock gasped as Jim’s ministrations continued. The first officer’s hand gripped the edge of his console. Noticing the tightening fingers, Jim chuckled, "Go easy, Spock. I wouldn’t want to have to explain to starfleet why there was the need to repair some damaged bridge equipment during a milk run."

As the fingers on the board slackened the waistband of the pants was slowly unhooked. A zipper was pulled down. The sound of the metallic teeth yawning was like a shout over the usual bridge noises. Yet, as Kirk paused to glance around the bridge everyone seemed to be staying on task.

// Damn fine crew I have! //

Slightly stepping back, Jim pushed the black pants and regulation briefs downward until gravity allowed the clothes to pool around two black boots. Jim quickly moved back in and reached around to cradle Spock’s enflamed penis with one hand as he again slowly unzipped another pair of pants...his!

Pushing cloth to one side, he allowed his rigid member to spring out. To hell with pulling down his briefs or his pants any further, for his third leg was indeed free enough to accomplish Kirk’s task quite effectively. Jim felt Spock’s penis quiver as he pressed in closer, allowing his own penis to nudge the crack in the soft butt. "Let’s heat up things. Shall we?" gasped Jim.

"Jim...Jim!" His name sang in his ears in a deep, bass tone, which caused Kirk’s penis to swell even more. Using a lubricant of sweat and precum, the flaring head pressed against the hot, small hole. With a Vulcan gasp and a human moan the organ slowly slipped through the ring of muscle. The muscles within the small tunnel grasped at the penis, coaxing it to go deeper and stay longer.

It was a process that seemed to take forever, but eventually Jim was totally sheathed in the love tunnel. His balls rested against the butt, as he rested against his lover’s back. In his hands the Vulcan’s penis was now flaccid yet Kirk continued to lovingly cradle it as if it were a wounded, fragile bird.

It was a labor of love and self-discipline that enabled Jim to slowly withdraw. Once the head of the pink flesh was just at the edge of completely pulling out, Jim quickly thrust back into the appealing ass. After numerous times of this repetitive action, he felt he was ready to come, as did the growing, caressed Vulcan’s penis. Accompanied by a slightly painful squeeze of his hands on the jaded stick, Jim slowly, slowly pulled out.

He had stopped a double orgasm before it had even started. His hands moved away from the front of the science officer’s crotch. The captain froze momentarily as a pleading "Jim!?!" was heard.

// Believe me, Spock, this is more painful for me then you! //

After straightening his pants just a bit to accommodate, yet cover, the swollen member, Kirk bent down to retrieve the briefs and pants off the floor. Carefully, pulling the clothes up, Jim paused for one brief moment to gently kiss the left and right cheeks of Spock’s butt. As he finished up by hooking and zipping the pants, Jim hugged the lean body and sighed. "I have to leave you wanting more, Spock. But certainly there’s more to come!"

Departing from a silent, stunned lover, Captain Kirk headed for his command chair.

Act III

"What a fine little mess!"

Kirk glanced at the navigation console and helm, both Ensign Chekov and Sulu were busy minding their posts. // To look at them and the rest of the bridge crew, you wouldn’t believe that their two commanding officers were acting as if they were in heat! //

With a solid thump the captain landed in the central seat. Unfortunately, the jolt reminded him of the condition of his lower body. Kirk twisted his butt some, trying to find a comfortable position. The sound of stretching vinyl seemed to emphasis the futile search for that elusive spot.

His discomfort was momentarily forgotten as a yeoman handed the man some documents to initial. Once this was completed he continued his butt dance. ‘But’ it was no good. In any position that cumbersome, enflamed organ made him long to complete his previous task. // Damn me and my desire for prolonging the ecstasy! // Kirk grimaced.

Jim slightly jumped as a hot-aired voice caressed his ear. "Captain, you seem to be in some discomfort. May I help to ease your situation, to alleviate some of the tension?" As he spoke, Spock gently massaged his captain’s shoulders.

"Ooh...Spock...that feels so good. You always know exactly what I want and need."

"I’m pleased to be of some help to you. However, we both know that a massage is not going to completely relieve the situation." Spock’s fingers seemed to brand Jim’s flesh under the gold cloth.

Swiveling his chair to face the first officer, the captain stated, "I place myself into your capable hands, mister!" As he spoke, Jim reached for and stroked the long tapered fingers of Spock’s hands. It was a pleading gesture, which seemed to motivate Spock into slowly sinking onto his knees.

Spock ran his hands up and down Jim’s thighs as the captain slid to the edge of his seat. Kirk’s head rested for a moment on the back of the chair. "Damn, that feels good, Spock."

Raising his head, Kirk lovingly stroked the soft, dark hair of the Vulcan. Spock looked up, and for a blissful moment the two men gazed into each other’s eyes. Their visual exchange reflected a communion of love and mutual respect. Spock had stopped the petting expedition. However, Kirk was now stroking two pointed ears.

The hypnotic moment dissolved as Kirk said, "Only you, Spock...with only you...would I share my love, my life...my lady!"

Lowering his gaze, willing his captain to visually follow, Spock looked down at his crotch and slowly unzipped his pants. Spock’s penis seemed to jump out of the juncture between the Vulcan’s legs. Kirk could see how swollen and miserable his friend was. // He’s just as bad off as I am. //

Looking up again, as he caressed his own gorged member, Spock’s eyes lovingly gazed at Kirk. Softly, he stated, "Only with you, Jim...would I share this. Only to you would I give my life, my loyalty, my humanity...my love."

It was through a misty veil that Kirk watched Spock slowly unzip his own pants. Wonderfully, hot, soft hands reached in. A moan escaped Jim’s mouth, but only after the sound had passed the enormous lump in his throat.

Cradling the pink flesh, Spock slowly lowered his lips and kissed the small opening at the tip of the penis. Then the officer set back one last time as if to regain his senses. Jim noticed that the Vulcan’s penis was rubbing against the carpeting of the floor as Spock moved back and forth on his knees.

Jim only had a moment to contemplate whether such an irritant, as the carpet, would be painful or erotic, for demanding hands were urging him to slide a bit lower. Apprehensively, Jim felt his butt teetering on the edge of his seat...his moveable seat. // God, Spock, that’s all I need...to fall and break my tailbone. // Jim felt as if he were going to break out in a nervous giggle any second.

However, all thoughts of laughter fled as he felt and saw one hot, mouth descend upon his cool flesh. Spock’s lips rested on the head of Jim’s cock. Then slowly, slowly the Vulcan’s hot mouth descended on the flesh. Spock focused on engulfing the entire human penis, keeping it safe and snug in the confines of his mouth.

Jim noticed what appeared to be a devilish grin that appeared over his friend’s face, if that were possible with a mouth full of meat. He almost expected a pointed tail to appear from behind the lean body. For then his lover slowly withdrew until only the tip of the captain’s head was remaining in Spock’s mouth. Rapidly, Spock swallowed the entire length of the penis. Gradually, he again pulled away, leaving everything, but the tip. It was after repeating this line of action several times that Kirk realized Spock was only mimicking the actions he himself had adopted earlier.

Running his blunt fingers through Spock’s hair, petting the Vulcan’s checks and ears, Kirk urgently requested, "Don’t stop, Spock. God, please don’t stop!"

The words ignited the sucking Vulcan into action. His body rocked back and forth with his mouth. Faster, faster...in Kirk’s mind, brilliant flashes of pleasure, longing, and love were enhanced with an image of his lover’s penis rubbing back and forth on the carpet.

Jim threw back his head. His body arched as if an electrical surge ran through it. Flying higher and higher, the two men were suddenly diving back into reality as their mutual orgasms exploded.

In an act of sheer exhaustion Kirk slid to the floor in front of Spock. He was almost sitting on the Vulcan’s lap. Enfolding the panting man in his arms, Jim ravished Spock’s mouth in a kiss to end all kisses. He savored the taste of seed, sweat, and love. Once he released the precious lips, Jim leaned his head forward. Resting his forehead on the top of Spock’s head, Jim contemplated how fortunate he was to have such a partner.

As he was moving backwards, to relieve his bulk from his lover’s folded legs, Jim felt a damp spot on the floor. The man reached beneath his butt and pulled out wet fingers. He realized he held the essence of Spock’s spent passion in his hands. With a smile he placed the fingers on his tongue.

Watching his captain’s actions, Spock mumbled, "It appears that I have made a mess of things, Captain."

"Quite alright, Mr. Spock. I have always needed a focal point when working on the bridge. This could be it!"

Standing up, Jim reached out to help his lover stand. They each straightened their own clothes. Then looked together at the damp spot on the floor.

Finally, Kirk asked his first officer to join him for lunch. With an affirmative response the two men walked towards the turbolift. Once in front of the lift, Kirk turned around to gaze lovingly at the bridge, his crew, and his friends. With a sigh, he then looked deeply into the eyes of the man he loved.

"Thank you, Spock. Thank you for going along with me on this fantasy. I almost don’t want to leave. It’s too perfect. To have you and my lady at one time is wonderful...I could die right now and be happy, without any regrets."

"Ah, T’hy’la...thou who art my life! I would like to quote one wise individual. He said, ‘But certainly there’s more to come!’ To experience that ‘more’ with you is what I live for."

Jim softly kissed his lover and grabbed his hand, pulling them both into the turbolift. His voice floated through the closing doors. "Next time we come to Shore Leave Planet, let’s play your fantasy, Spock."

"Indeed, Jim. I was only the other day contemplating what delightful situations could occur in the science lab."

Jim’s laughter could be heard as slowly the lights dimmed. The sounds decreased as the duplicate bridge winked out of existence.