Date: Sat, 14 Mar 1998 16:54:19 PST
From: Cy Ihao <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jake Loves Nog

	Stardate 48512.6.  Jake Sisko stared at the date he had scratched
into the bulkhead of loading dock G14.  For the past hour he had been
walking and thinking and trying to sort things out in his mind, and he
finally had ended up at the loading dock.  He had no idea why he had
scratched the date into the beam.  The piece of scrap metal just happened
to be at his feet, and the blank grey wall was just there in front of him.

	Jake sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs.  At sixteen
and five months, he was now as tall as his dad and seemed to be all arms
and legs.  Lean and mean was how he liked to think of himself, but he knew
gangly and awkward was a more apt description.  Gangly, awkward and in a
totally pissed mood.  He had a lot on his mind, and none of it was
pleasant.

	First there was his dad, the Commander of the space station.  Jake
loved him, he loved him very much, and that was the problem.  If he hated
him, or despised him, it would have been easy to go against his wishes.  He
had to love him.  His father had high expectations for him, but that was
not surprising.  His father set high expectations for himself and for every
member of his crew, so why shouldn't he have high expectations for his son?
The problem was what his father's expectations were.  There was no way Jake
was going to be able to meet them.  The reason was simple-they were his
father's expectations, not his.  If he followed his heart, he was going to
be a major disappointment to his father.

	That was his second problem.  He knew what he did not want to be,
but he was not so sure what he wanted to be.  His father wanted him to
become a Starfleet officer.  Jake had no desire to join Starfleet as
anything.  His apprenticeship with Chief O'Brien in engineering had been a
total disaster.  At the moment he enjoyed writing fantasies, and was
thinking that would be a good occupation.  As a career officer, his father
would never understand why anyone would want to be a writer.

	If his father could not understand that, he sure the hell was not
going to understand the third, and biggest, problem Jake was wrestling
with.  If he could not tell his father he wanted to write fantasies for a
living, how was he going to tell his father that he was gay?

	Jake had only reached that conclusion himself a week ago.  He had
always preferred the company of boys as far back as he could remember.
When he was a kid that was natural-boys preferred playing with boys and
girls preferred playing with girls.  When he entered his teens, he still
did not feel anything for girls, but then some boys developed that interest
later than others.  There were not many girls on the frontier anyway.

	Then he arrived at Deep Space Nine.  Girls were still rare, but
there were a few.  The first had been Varis Sul, the fifteen-year-old Paqu
Tetrarch of the Bajoran diplomatic corps.  His interest back then had been
more curiosity than anything else.  Every fourteen-year-old boy wonders
what a girl looks like naked, and what it would be like to make out.  Nog
was the one who had the serious crush on her, but then Nog was six months
older than he was and had already turned fifteen.

	The latest was Marta, a Dabo girl.  Yeah, he had fantasies about
humping her, but mostly he was interested in helping her with her studies
so she could get out of working on the Dabo tables and enter the science
academy.  That was funny actually.  Thinking his interest in Marta was
sexual, his father had given him a disc called "What Every Boy Needs to
Know About Girls".  Jake had given it only a cursory look, but had done a
computer search and had found the companion disc "What Every Girl Needs to
Know About Boys" which he had read more thoroughly.  He also found a
reference to "What Boys Who Like Boys Need to Know", and although in a
restricted bank, he managed to break the code and download it.  Of all
three, the latter was the one he devoured page by page, and he had found it
all because of the disc his father had given him.

	Ever since Nog had taught him about jacking off, he'd had fantasies
about Nog and a few other males on the station.  After he had given Nog his
first blow job, those fantasies had increased, and after he had read the
restricted file, those fantasies had become much more detailed.  Even so,
he still had thought his interest was just natural curiosity and teenage
hormones.  Then came the Bajoran Gratitude Festival.

	With the arrival of Lwaxana everyone went a bit sex crazy, which
was natural whenever Lwaxana was around.  What nobody knew at the time was
that she had also brought on board a virus that caused Santhi Fever.  One
effect of the Fever was that people on the ship began to reveal their
secret hots for each other, Quark for Keiko, Bareil for Dax, Dax for his
dad, Lwaxana for Odo, and Bashir for Kira.  Jake found himself
uncontrollably attracted to Julian Bashir, the station's medical doctor.
He managed to hide his lust by pretending to be attracted to Kira also,
thus allowing him to be in contact with Bashir as often as he could.

	So, life was the shits.  Throwing the scrap metal across the
loading dock, Jake got up and headed for his room.  He had no idea what he
was going to do with his life.  He was about to enter the quarters he and
his father used when he heard his name being called.  He recognized the
voice of his best friend, Nog.

	 "Hi, Nog."

	"I've been looking all over for you."

	"Why?  There something up?"

	"No.  Just looking for you, that's all."

	Jake knew better.  Nog was a terrible liar, which was unusual for a
Ferengi.  Something was definitely up.

	"Wanna come in?"

	"Sure."

	"Can I get you anything?" Jake offered.

	"Snail juice, cold."

	Jake ordered it from the replicator along with a chocolate milk.
He tried not to look at the slimy grey-green liquid as he handed it to Nog.
Nog took a long swig and wiped his lips with the back of his sleeve.

	"OK, what's up?"

	"Up?"

	"Something's on your mind, Nog."

	"Yeah."

	"So?" Jake asked with exasperation.  Sometimes Nog could be so
frustrating.

	"I've decided."

	"Decided what?"

	"I want to enter Starfleet."

	"What?"

	"I want to enter Starfleet."

	"I heard you the first time."

	"Then why d-."

	"Never mind," Jake said with a frown.  "Hey," he continued with a
shrug and a smile, "I think that's great."

	"Yeah, right."

	"What's the problem?"

	"What's the problem the man says.  What is the problem?"

	"What is the problem?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.

	"You think it's great.  Well, Jako, you're the only one.  Can you
imagine what my father is going to say?  Shit. He didn't even want me to
learn how to read and write, remember?  And my uncle Quark, what do you
think he will say about a Ferengi who doesn't want to seek profits for a
living?  He'll send me back to Ferengar."

	"I see your point."

	"Then there's your father."

	"What's my father got to do with it?"

	"Ferengar is not a member of the Federation, remember?  To get into
Starfleet Academy, I need to be recommended by the captain of the space
ship or space station.  You know how your father feels about Ferengi, and
about me in particular."

	"Well, he has gotten less critical as he's gotten to know you."

	"Oh great.  What sort of recommendation can I expect from someone
who is less critical than they used to be?"

	The two sixteen-year-old boys sat there staring into space glumly.
Jake reached over and ran his fingertips along Nog's left lobe.  Nog was
feeling too sorry for himself to protest.  As Jake continued running his
fingers along the boy's ridge of cartilage, Nog's self-pity turned slowly
to pleasure.  He knew Jake should not be doing what he was doing, but he
had not felt pleasure for a long while.  He would let him continue for a
few more minutes.  When Jake's fingers slipped to the underside of his
upper ridge, he knew that he had to call a stop to this.

	"This isn't right," Nog said as he pulled away.

	"Then teach me how to do it properly," said Jake.

	"I didn't mean you were doing it wrong."

	"I was doing it right?"

	"No," Nog said with a frown.  "Actually, you were doing it poorly."

	"So, tell me how to do it better."

	"Men don't engage in oo-mox with men."

	"Why not?"

	"They just don't."

	"What I was doing made you feel good, didn't it?"

	"Of course it did."

	"And we're both men."

	"You know that."

	"Then shouldn't men engaging in oo-mox be good?"

	"Jako, don't try confusing me with logic."

	"Suppose I confuse you with this," Jake said as he reached over and
groped his buddy.

	The two boys wrestled playfully, each trying to feel up the other
as boys have done countless times throughout history.  With Jake being a
foot and a half taller and a dozen kilos heavier, it was a one-sided match.
The African-American teen was soon sitting on the Ferengi and had both
hands on his lobes.

	"Now, teach me the proper way, or suffer having it done my way."

	"All right, all right.  Get off me, you big ox."

	They sat back on the sofa.

	"You realize I'm doing this under duress," Nog said seriously.

	"Of course."

	"Well, first of all, you progress slowly from the least sensitive
to the most sensitive sections of the lobes," Nog began.  "And you begin
with the slightest touch of the fingertips, and then slowly apply pressure
in a rhythm, like you're playing a harp."

	Jake slowly ran his fingertips back and forth along Nog's ear
ridge, gradually increasing the pressure, and then moved onto the
underside.  His fingertips barely touched the underside of the upper ridge,
but it sent ripples of pleasure through Nog's entire body.  With Nog's
prompting, he proceeded to again apply gradually increasing pressure before
moving onto the next row of ridges in Nog's lobes.

	"What about humans?" Nog asked fifteen minutes later, his breathing
laboured and his voice husky.  "What do they do to get turned on?  I know
they're not all permanently horny like you, Jako."

	"Well, they kiss and hug and stuff."

	"Human males have no erogenous zones like a Ferengi's lobes?"

	"Well, there's several actually.  The nipples for one."

	"Really?  On a male?"

	"Yeah."

	Nog unbuttoned Jake's shirt and slipped it off.  He ran his fingers
over the teenager's smooth, hairless chest and fondled his black nipples.
"Does what I'm doing have a name?"

	"Foreplay."

	"Just like humans to give it a number."

	"No, not four.  It's spelled f o r e."

	"Four, fore, for, and all sounding the same.  Human language is
impossible."

	Nog was surprised to feel Jake's nipples become firm and then to
see Jake tremble with his slightest touch.  It had to be like it was with
his lobes.  Under Jake's instruction and with some reluctance, he stuck out
his tongue and licked them and then carefully sucked on them.  Their
slightly salty taste was actually quite enticing.  He knew that human males
did what he was doing to their females, and he had to admit he actually
found it stimulating doing it to Jake.  As he proceeded, Jake resumed his
oo-mox.

	"You said there were several erogenous zones," Nog reminded Jake
after ten or so minutes.  He felt dangerously close to shooting a wad.

	"The other is the anus."

	"Humans are definitely strange."

	"You do the same thing as you did to my nipples."

	"Yeah, right!  If you really think that I'm going to caress your
asshole with my finger and then lick and suck it you are dreaming, Jako!"

	"Get up and kneel on the sofa facing the back."

	Nog had no idea what Jake had in mind but he was feeling horny as a
toad and did as he was told.  Jake knelt on the floor behind him.  Reaching
around and unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping the fly, Jake pulled down
Nog's pants and underwear.  Spreading apart Nog's smooth orange cheeks with
the fingers of his left hand, he ran the index finger of his right hand
along Nog's crack and over his puckered hole.  Nog squirmed with the
totally new sensation.  Working up a generous gob of spit, Jake bent over
and placing his lips against Nog's anus, he forced his saliva into Nog's
opening.  Running his fingers over the spit-dampened hole while he worked
up another gob, he applied it the same way.

	By this time Jake had a raging boner.  Quickly pushing down his
trousers and boxers, he worked up another gob of spit.  His cock had been
growing along with the rest of his body and now stood up proudly,
six-and-a-half inches of hot, solid boy meat.  Jake bowed his head and
drooled over his huge black knob, coating it with his slimy saliva.  He
slowly reached around for Nog's cock.  It too had been growing as Nog
approached Ferengi adulthood, and was now almost five inches, a good size
for a Ferengi.  Jake ran a fingertip along the flanged knob, and then bent
over and licked Nog's lobe.  Nog was about to burst.  When he felt Jake's
hot, firm cock press against his anus, his automatic response was to press
his butt back and open his hole to allow Jake's organ to continue the
stimulation Jake's finger had begun.

	Jake took that reaction as a signal that Nog was in agreement with
what Jake had in mind and he pressed forward, wedging the tip of his boner
in Nog's hole.  Nog's sex-fogged mind slowly realized what Jake was
intending on doing.  He had heard of men doing such things, but had never
imagined having it done to him.  His body was aching for sexual release,
his ears and prick itching with desire, and his mind unable to think about
anything except his need to shoot off a load.  He felt so tense he was
about to snap.  He wanted sex, and he wanted it badly, more badly than he
ever had before.

	Despite his desires, his mind reminded him that what Jake wanted to
do was wrong.  A man was supposed to be the fucker, not the fucked.  Still,
his mind had to admit having a hot pulsating tube of male meat up his hole
was an enticing thought, and Jake was his friend.  Just seeing what it
would be like should be all right.  Nog tried to think of a Rule of
Acquisition that applied to the situation.  Surely there had to be
something about taking risks, or about trying new things.  Rule sixty-eight
said "ear stroking will get you anything".  Maybe two hundred, which said
"if you're going to have to endure, make yourself comfortable", would
apply.

	As he felt Jake's knob force its way into his hole, he decided on
the first.  Endure was not the word for what he was feeling.  Nog grunted
and strained as the black boy's hot cock slowly sunk into him inch by inch
until he was firmly embedded to his root.  Nog constricted his asshole
about the intruding flesh as Jake began to withdraw, and the young Ferengi
trembled with a stimulation that was almost as overpowering as oo-mox.  As
he felt his buddy begin to re-enter his body, he opened his hole eagerly
and unashamedly sighed with the pleasure.

	Jake slowly worked his cock in and out of his teenage pal,
marvelling at the sensation of having hot pulsating flesh totally
surrounding his cock.  This was much better than jacking off.  As he
fucked, he reached around and massaged Nog's knob with his right hand and
he bent over and licked his lobes.  The spicy taste of the Ferengi boy's
flesh was delightful.  Jake closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations
assaulting his mind.  The erotic joy of squeezing and working his best
buddy's stiff little cock, and the stimulation of performing oo-mox on him
while his tight, hot asshole pulsated about his irritated cock, had to be
the ultimate pleasure he would ever feel in his life.  His mind and body
could take no more.  He trembled as he felt his jism spring from his tight
nuts and rise up his pole.  He shot violently into Nog's ass, filling him
with his hot boy seed.

	Nog's cock itched with pleasure as Jake's hand worked over his
knob.  His ears sent ripple after ripple of stimulation to his mind as
Jake's tongue assaulted the sensitive underside of his lobes.  His asshole
burned with a strange desire as Jake pumped his throbbing cock in and out
of his body.  Nog trembled with the tipple assault on his mind.  Never had
he felt such intense pleasure, and as he sensed his friend cum up his ass,
Nog released his own jism with a force he had never experienced before.
The viscous, yellowish cum flew out of his irritated cock, striking the
back of the sofa and running down it in thick gobs.  Shot after shot
throbbed out of the cock in Jake's hand as if there was no end.  The room
filled with the aroma of teenage sweat and hot boy spunk and the two boys
gasped and inhaled the aroma greedily.

	As the two boys finally collapsed on the floor in a post climatic
haze, each knew he had experienced something very unique.  Each also knew
what he had to do.  Nog knew if he had not overcome his reservation and
agreed to engage in oo-mox with another male, and if he had not risked
taking a chance to find out what it would be like to get his ass fucked, he
would never have experienced what had to be the most erotic moment of his
life.  If he did not take the same risks and approach his uncle and Jake's
father, who knows what he would miss.  He was not going to take that
chance.  He was going to go to Starfleet.

	Jake knew if he had not followed his heart this afternoon, if he
had not dared to engage Nog in oo-mox and to follow his fantasy of making
passionate love to him and fucking his ass, he too would have missed the
ultimate experience in his young life.  No matter what his father felt,
Jake knew he would have to pursue what he wanted to do for the rest of his
life, and to live how he wanted to live, no matter how others felt about
his alternate life style.

	The next day, Jake returned to loading dock G14.  He drew a heart
with a piercing arrow around the date.  Inside the heart, he inscribed to
mark the occasion for posterity, "Jake loves Nog".


Third of a trilogy of Jake-Nog tales by Aardon Beta.  Trek fans and Ferengi
can write to the author c/o authorsix@hotmail.com where the author has a
subspace temporal portal link for when he is in transmission range with
Earth.


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