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WARNING
    The following is eroitc in nature. If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. If you are
    easily offended, please stop reading now.


Domarun Adventure
 by Mouse@PSCI>NET

(For those who have indicated an interest in a Wesley Crusher story,
this story is submitted.  This story does not attempt to deal with the
"technical" aspects of Star Trek, so if you're looking for all the
trekky type stuff, it ain't here.  It is loosely based on ST:TNG novel
#19, in which Wesley Crusher, Troi, Data and two other teens while
returning from a training mission on Domarus via shuttle craft
mysteriously disappear.  They find themselves in a cave, back on
Domarus IV.  The novel contains as a sub-plot, a potential romance 
between Wes and a girl named Gina.  Kenny, the other teen on the
mission, also has an interest in Gina.  But what if the real romantic
interests were different?)

     "Damn it!  Where is he?"  Ensign Crusher thought to himself. 
Kenny hadn't shown up for lunch.  The two of them were working on
scanning the cave structure, trying to determine if there was a way
out.  Now Kenny was missing.  His absence puzzled the young
ensign.  Kenny was severely claustrophobic; he was not likely to
wander too far from the immediate area, illumined by the shuttle's
external lights.  Yet, he had not responded to Wesley's shouts.
     Wesley opened his tricorder, trying to get a reading on his
friend.  Again he found his attempts at getting a reading foiled by the
electro-magnetic disturbances in the cavern walls.
     "Commander Data, Kenny is missing.  I can't find him."
     "Ensign Crusher, as ranking trainee, Counselor Troi and I
expect you to keep better control over your charges.  When was the
last time you saw him?"
     "We were sitting in the cockpit, trying to alter the shuttle's
sensors."
     "Did he say anything that might indicate a propensity to leave
the immediate vicinity?"
     "No, sir.  All he said was... well, yes, Commander, he did
indicate something.  He said the only way to get our respect was if he
got us out of here single handedly.  He must have set off on his own
to find a way out of here."
     "You are to remain here with Ms. Pace and Counselor Troi.  I
will attempt to locate him."
     "Yes, sir."
     
     Commander Data had been gone for over two hours, and Wes
was growing impatient.
     "I'm going outside."
     "Commander Data ordered us to stay here, Wesley,"  Troi
reminded him.
     "I won't go far, I just need to walk around a bit."
     Ducking through the airlock, Wes pulled out his tricorder
again.  Despite the em interference, he was able to locate the
entrances to three tunnels.  He knew Data had taken the one
immediately behind the shuttle, the one visible within the lighted
zone, thinking that the most logical for Kenny to have taken.  Wes
headed for the furthest tunnel, thinking that Kenny might have used
that tunnel precisely since it was so far away.  It would be difficult for
anyone to have seen him wander off in that direction, and he would
have been hidden in the darkness, should anyone have looked in that
direction.
     As he entered the tunnel, his route turned immediately to his
right and began to move up hill.  His tricorder gave him just enough
information to know what was ahead of him a few dozen steps and to
create a map of the route he had followed.  Two or three times, the
tunnel had branched off, but each of the other branches had angled
back down.  Since the idea was to find a way out, Wes was certain
that Kenny would keep taking the route uphill.
     He had gone nearly a kilometer when his tricorder chirruped
at him.  There was a definite life source just ahead.  Wes picked up
his pace.  Rounding a bend he came upon a cavern in which grew a
phosphorescent moss.  The light produced by the plants was dim, but
strong enough for Wes to see that the cavern was huge.  A small
underground river ran through the center of the cavern and the
ground was not rocky like the tunnels, but rather a little sandy, with
thick, mossy beds nearest the stream.  Sitting on the shore was
Kenny.  He sat with his arms around his legs, his head hung.
     "What the hell do you think you're doing, Kenny?  You've
got us all worried about you.  I can't believe you just walked off on
us!"  Wes was relieved to have found him, but angered that the teen
had
made him look bad.
     "I wanted to find the way out, to show you guys I wasn't a
loser!" Kenny moaned softly.  "Instead, I got lost.  I guess I am just a
loser."
     "You aren't a loser, Kenny.  You're one of the smartest guys on
the ship."  Wes sat down beside his friend.  "Everyone respects you for
how smart you are, Kenny.  You're only problem is that you don't
socialize with us.  You're too much of a loner."
     Kenny began to sob quietly.  "I may be smart, I may be a loner. 
But I am also a coward.  This cave scares the hell out of me, Wes!  I'm
sure the walls are going to collapse any minute now!"
     Wes put his arm on his friend's shoulder.  "They won't, Kenny. 
And you aren't a coward.  Everyone is afraid of something!  I'll bet
Lieutenant Worf is even afraid of something."
     "What're you afraid of Wes?"
     "Umm.  I'd rather not talk about it, Kenny.  Maybe someday."
     "Okay."
     For a long while, the two youths sat on the bank of the river, as
Kenny tried to regain his composure.  But try as he might, he could
not
overcome the intense fear he felt of this enclosed space.  The more he
tried to get control, the stronger the fear became.  Suddenly, he began
to
hyperventilate.
     "Kenny!  Take deep breaths.  Here, stretch out on the ground."
     Kenny obeyed, and Wes pulled the boy's arms over his head. 
Putting his hand on his friend's chest, he soothed the boy.  "Come on,
Kenny take a deep breath.  That's it, now let it out slowly.  One, two,
three, four... that's it, again.... good!  Again!"
     At last the boy's breathing returned to normal.  Trying to get
Kenny's mind off their situation, Wes changed the topic from where
they were to a class topic they were both studying.  Kenny continued
to lay on the ground, his hands under his head.  As they talked, Wes
absentmindedly rubbed his friend's chest.
     Becoming engrossed on the topic of interstellar gravimetric
fluxes, Kenny soon forgot his fears.  As he talked, Wes began to look
more closely at the youth.  He was wearing a dark colored sleeveless
tunic of a style popular by most the young men their age.  Only Wes
did not wear the outfit as he was expected to dress as an officer. 
Kenny, perhaps because of his tendency to remain alone and thus to
avoid the optional physical training classes that Worf offered to young
aspiring Academy cadets, still had the figure of a boy, narrow chest,
and smaller waist.  But he was not a weakling, either, his arms were
strong and well muscled in proportion to his overall physique.  
     Wes suddenly became aware that he had not removed his hand
from the boy's chest, that he was actually stroking it.  He began to feel
a stirring in his own crotch as he became aroused by this close contact
with his friend.  He glanced at Kenny's groin and was surprised to feel
pleased that his friend was also aroused.  He noticed that his friend
had stopped talking, and turned to look at him.
     Kenny was watching him closely, and Wes felt the blood run to
his face.  
     "I said  It will be interesting to get to Reilos VI, won't it?'  I
mean, that is one of the best study cases of gravimetric fluxes in this
region." Kenny repeated his last question.
     "Uh, oh, sure!  I can't wait."     Wes was relieved that Kenny
was apparently unaware that Wes had been looking at his crotch. 
Emboldened by this discovery, Wes widened the scope of his rubbing
to include the boy's stomach as well, slowly moving his hand lower on
Kenny's belly until at last his hand felt the rise in the material of the
teen's pants.  Suddenly, Wes jumped.  Kenny had put his hand on
Wes's knee, and had stopped talking again.  He made eye contact with
the boy.
     Kenny was looking up at him, a look at once of pleasure and of
fear on his face.  Gathering his courage, Wes moved his hand again,
this time covering Kenny's hard cock with it, and bent down and
kissed the youth.  In spite of his discovering that Kenny was as turned
on by Wes's attentions as Wes was himself, he was surprised when the
boy returned his kiss eagerly.  Wes moved from his sitting position,
and was soon lying on his side beside his friend.  He felt Kenny's hand
tentatively rub his back.  
     Wes removed his hand from Kenny's crotch long enough to
find the fasteners on the side of Kenny's tunic.  Quickly fumbling with
them, he pulled the material aside revealing the youth's thin chest and
stomach.  In spite of the youth's small figure, he had surprisingly well
defined pecs and abdomen.  Unfastening a few more of the fasteners
which ran the length of the boy's clothing, Wes soon had stripped the
young body beside him.  Then, rolling over on top of Kenny, he
straddled the youth, his groin grinding into Kenny's.
     His mouth found Kenny's and they eagerly kissed.  He felt
Kenny struggling to unfasten his own uniform's tabs.  When the boy
was finished, Wes lifted off of him enough to remove his clothes, then
returned to his objective.
     Reaching down, he grabbed Kenny's cock in his hands, then
lowered his face to suck and nip at the boy's nipples.  He felt Kenny
arching his back beneath him, as he squirmed in delight.  Kenny's hand
searched out and found Wes's cock and began to fondle him.
     "Oh, Wes.  I can't tell you how long I've waited for this.  But I
always assumed you only were interested in girls."
     Wes stopped sucking and kissing Kenny's chest and looked
him in the eyes.  "Now you know what I'm afraid of."  Then he
returned to his task.  
     Slowly, Wes moved down Kenny's chest and stomach.  Soon
he felt the boy's pubic hair against his lips, his hard cock, which was
larger than Wes had expected, throbbed against his cheek.  At last,
unable to resist, he took the head of the cock in his mouth, as his hand
gently tugged on the boy's balls.  As he began to lick and suck on
Kenny's hard prick, he turned his body so that his own cock was
within reach of Kenny's mouth.  He was soon rewarded by the hot,
moist feeling of Kenny's mouth engulfing his cock.
     Taking the full length of his friend's cock in his mouth, Wes
intensified his efforts, hungrily sucking at it's hardness.  Kenny soon
found himself rocking his hips forward in time with Wes's movements. 
     As he began to buck jerkily, Wes felt Kenny tense beneath him. 
His mouth filled with the sweet taste of the boy's cum.  The sensation
of having the boy cum in his mouth brought him quickly to the point
of cumming himself.  Shoving his hips forward, he felt his balls let
loose as he came into Kenny's mouth.  The two boys eagerly sucked
each other dry.
     Turning for one last kiss, he got to his feet.  "Well we better
get dressed.  The others are probably pretty worried by our absence."