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Date: 05-07-2002
10:42:16
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Part 1 - Discoveries
'All that I been doing is sitting around!', thought Wesley.
'I am so bored!'
His eyes hurt from staring at the screen
for so long. Since he had was on
leave from the Academy, all of
his studies had been suspended to give him a
'break' from
school. Not only a break from all of his studies, but most of
his duties had been too. The worse part was that he wasn't
scheduled to catch
a transport to go back to the Academy for
another two weeks. He had requested
to have some more
assignments, but the captain himself had insisted that he
take
the time off. While the captain looked back on his time at the
academy
with a certain fondness, he also remembered that it was
the busiest time in
his life. Consequently Wesley started to do
some studying for his next few
courses at the Academy. Advanced
Biology was one of his first courses, so he
had been pouring
through the reference texts in the computer.
"...Wesley?"
"Huh? Who?" said Wesley. Suddenly he realized he was talking
to air, then he
realized, "Crusher here."
"And here as
well. Wesley, I expected you in the Lab 15 minutes ago, or does
your busy schedule have no room for quality time with your
mother?"
"Oh, sorry Mom. I was just think... Nevermind, I'll
be there in a few
minutes, OK?"
"OK, Crusher out."
"Crusher out." he groaned.
"God, that really gets on
my nerves." Wesley smiled to himself. He glanced to
the screen
again and noticed what was one the screen. "That's it. All I do
is... no, I gotta get going." He taped the screen to shut it
off, and slipped
out the door to Med Lab 3.
Beverly
understood what Wesley was going through. There had been times when
the most she could look forward to in a day was a couple of
checkups, and some
paperwork. However she never complained about
the slow times. All she had to
do was to remember the several
times when she had to convert several of the
ships cargo bays
into makeshift 'field hospitals' and run herself ragged for
days
on end. To keep Wesley busy she had allowed him access to one of the
Med
Labs that weren't being used. Fortunate the med lab was
visible through one of
the windowed walls. Their original
purpose was to let the nurse on duty keep
an eye on the
patients, but in this case it let her keep an eye on Wesley.
She
heard the familiar hiss of the door, and Wesley strode in the door.
"Wesley, I let you borrow a whole lab to let you 'study' for the
advanced
biology class." She said with a stern look on her face.
"Oh, come on Mom. No one is using that lab and you know it."
They both
smiled.
"Well maybe, but that doesn't get you
out of doing some work. Now you know
what I am doing is against
the Captain's orders, so if you don't use it, you
lose it." She
said with a little more conviction in her voice.
"OK, I do
have some things I was working on."
"Anything I can help
with. If I do say so myself, I am a little good in
biology." She
smiled, knowing what the response would be.
"No thanks.
Besides you won't be there when I am taking the Lab finals in my
courses." He said as he wandered over to the Lab.
She
could see a few of the monitors from her office, and she could see
the
diagrams of organs from species in this sector.
Wesley powered up the main terminal in the lab. He
had the info that he was
looking at in his quarters up on the
screen. He had lofty goals, and he didn't
expect to finish the
project, but he had stumbled onto something. He started
to work
furiously, having the computer run simulations, and tests on his new
hypothesis.
Beverly came into the lab first thing in
the morning, and Wesley was already
there, or had he never left?
She thought that he must be tired, but then
realized that he was
doing what he loved best. He was working. She decided
to let him
have his 'fun', but that she would have a talk with him later.
Wesley had been working furiously. His first test was
ready. He had run the
simulations dozens of times over the last
night. Maybe it was the excitement
or maybe it was the lack of
sleep, be he picked up the hypospray and put it up
to his own
arm. He heard the hiss, and then he decided to go scan himself on
one of the med station's bed. He turned off his terminal, turned
on the bed
sensors, and then slipped into sleep. The lights
lowered in the lab.
'Good', Beverly thought. 'He needs the
rest.'
End Part 1
Part 2 - Awakenings
Wesley
blinked a few times and slowly lifted himself from the bed. He
blinked
a couple more times and realized that the lights had
been turned down in the
lab. He was ready to have the computer
raise the lights slowly when they
suddenly snapped back to full
strength.
"Well, it's about time, I thought I was going..."
"What do you think you were doing!?! First you pester me to
come down here,
now you stick red hot pokers in my eyes. Can't I
have just a moment of
peace?" He spun around and walked away to
clean up a bit.
Beverly choked back a response and went back
to her office. She would let him
cool off a little and come back
later to have a little 'chat'. He had
definitely never talked to
her like that before.
Wesley splashed some water on his
face. 'That bitch! I really wish I could
teach her a lesson.'
Suddenly images and ideas began popping into his head.
"Yes of
course! My research. I can adapt it for a little surprise.'
Wesley's original research had been into slowing the aging
process. He had
thought of the idea while reading about Ponce De
Leone in his ancient myths
class. He hadn't really taken the
idea seriously, but it was a good time
killer. While doing his
research he drifted into ideas of slowing the
process using
viruses keyed to activate certain glands in humanoids. He had
used his first test injection on himself, and he would check the
results
later, but for now he had to have his revenge. He
decided to see what would
happen if he let the computer do a
little alteration on his project. Most of
the lesser security
programs allowed even a rank of 'Ensign' access to some of
the
less important systems. A little alteration, programming, and
creativity
should do the trick.
"Let's see." Wesley
said. "Ah! Computer, we must have a talk."
"Two hot
fudge sundaes. Extra hot fudge." The computer whirred and
'magically'
the sundaes appeared. Beverly thought it must be
magic to make sundaes this
good.
"Beverly! I'm shocked.
Rough day?" The counselor gladly took the treat from
the good
doctor and curled up on her sofa. She hadn't thought this was going
to be a professional visit, but any doubts she had were washed
away. "Is it
Wesley?" she asked with genuine sincerity.
"Yes. Not only has he been running himself ragged in the lab
studying, but he
snapped at me today."
"Well, he has
been under a lot of stress at the Academy lately. Maybe it's
good that he gets it out of his system now. Don't worry, he'll
come out of
it."
"But he has been working himself so
hard. I only let him do it, because he
seems happy doing his
little projects. Maybe we need the Borg to attack us,
or a warp
core breach or something to keep him busy." she quipped. "I would
appreciate it if you would talk to him. Not in a forced
environment, but if
you could just stop in and talk."
"I
don't know."
"Oh please? I will make you the best banana
split you ever had if you do this,
OK?"
"Well, all
right. But I expect a lot of whipped cream." She said as she dropped
the spoon into the empty dish.
"Thanks Deanna." She put
down her also empty dish and gave the counselor a big
hug.
Deanna felt a little strange, but accepted the hug.
After
that Beverly picked up the two dishes, took them to the replicator
and
left. She didn't know what came over her, but she shrugged
it off for now.
End Part 2
Part 3 - The Experiment
The computer beeped. Wesley looked over at the terminal.
"The counselor's
quarters. Bonus."
He was examining the
results from his extended scan. He hadn't found anything
wrong
yet. His first experiment was with the chemicals dealing with brain
activity. He had created a virus that would help to increase his
brain
activity. It wasn't meant to be a permanent change, he had
already worked out
a 'cure' for the virus. Sure the computers
could run perfect simulations of
what chemicals could do on the
brain, but he needed to know exactly what the
results would be.
In hindsight picking himself as the first subject wasn't
all
that bright, but he was tired, and there wasn't anything he could do
now.
However there were no regrets in Wesley's mind. Ideas and
thoughts were
coming quickly and clearly to his mind. He hadn't
felt this refreshed in a
long time. He kept thinking back to how
easy it was t enter the ship's
computer and enact a little
'revenge' on his mother. He thought that he
should start to
expand his tests, but he needed to run a few tests first.
Just
then he heard the familiar hiss of the doors for the other room.
"Hello? Doctor?" Ensign Ro said as she walked to the
doctor's office. She
never really ever needed the services of
the doctors on the Enterprise, and as
such was very
uncomfortable in this environment. Normally she wouldn't even
think of coming to the labs, but she wanted to have someone
check on her arm.
She was doing a particularly vigorous workout
the other day, and her arm was
still sore. She wouldn't think
this was the sort of thing to annoy the Chief
Medical Officer
about, but since her cabin was just down the hall, she thought
she would just stop in.
"Doctor? Doctor Crusher? Are you
here?" she said peering through the window
inter the main
office.
"She's not here right now."
Ro spun quickly,
too quickly. She bumped her arm on the door frame and fire
shot
through her arm. She let out a little whimper, and immediately
grabbed
her arm.
Wesley quickly came over and said "Are
you OK? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean
to startle you."
Ro chuckled. "You just caught me off guard. Your Wesley,
right? Is your
Mother around? As you can see I need a little bit
of help."
"Oh, I can have a medical team here in under a
minute."
"No, no. It's not all that serious. I'll just come
back later." Ro turned
to leave.
"Wait. I feel bad. Here
come over to the other lab, let me take a look at
it. You don't
grow up as a doctor's child and not learn a little about the
trade." Wesley led Ro into the lab, instructed her to get up on
the bed, and
let him take a look at the arm. Ro tried to roll up
the sleeve on her tunic,
but the pain flared up again.
"Oh, sorry again. I guess I should brush up on my bedside
manner." He ran
into the other room and grabbed a hypo spray
with a pain inhibitor. He placed
it up to her arm and heard the
familiar hiss. Once again the ideas began to
flood his mind.
"Your bedside needs work, but at least you work fast. How
come no one is in
here. I mean this is a medical lab isn't it?"
"Yes, but Mom, I mean Dr. Crusher, said that since it was so
slow she was
going to give some of the medical staff some
R&R. She has minimal staffing in
all of the labs, and she
thought since she was the Chief, she would take care
of the lab
herself. Besides, most of the staff has quarters near here and can
be here..."
"...in under a minute. I got that. Well I've
gotta get back to my quarters I
have a couple of days off
myself, and plan to rest up." Ro began to get up.
"Hold on."
Wesley said. "I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I didn't see that
arm. Now roll up that sleeve."
Ro was about to protest,
but decided to humor him. As she rolled up her
sleeve she found
a rather large black and blue mark on her arm.
"Oh."
remarked Wesley. "That doesn't look so good. Here, I have just the
thing to take care of that."
Ro realized that this was a
little worse than she thought. "Is this going to
take long?"
"No, but swing your legs up on the bed. This next injection
makes people a
little dizzy." Wesley grabbed one of his
hyposprays from next to the
terminal. This one was actually
designed to help regenerate damaged tissue on
a large scale, but
he figured that it couldn't do much harm. Besides, he had
the
'cure' if it didn't work, and he could have one of the other doctors
look
at her if it didn't work. After all, he wasn't a doctor.
He pressed the hypospray against Ro's arm and again it's
contents were injected
into her bloodstream. Almost immediately
the discoloration left her arm.
Ro's eyes rolled upwards, and he
eyelids fluttered shut. She had passed out.
What would Wesley
do? He quickly studied the readouts from the sensors in the
bed.
He discovered that her vital signs were strong, and she safely
asleep.
He shrugged and figured that she had fainted.
End Part 3
Part 4 - Experimentation
Beverly
was taking a walk, eventually she planned to arrive at Ten Forward.
Ever since her visit with Troi and her overwhelming need to hug
her, she had
felt strange. She wouldn't say that it excited her,
but it was definitely
having some kind of an effect. The more
she walked, the hotter it got. 'Boy,
I am out of shape'. she
thought. It wasn't until she turned a corner and
bumped into an
unfamiliar lieutenant. She stepped back, and her usually
impeccable red hair fell into her eyes. She looked upon the man
in front of
her not as a fellow officer, but as a pure
instrument of her desire. She felt
every inch of her skin, some
inches felt a lot better than others.
"Excuse me sir.
Sorry." Said the officer clad in a yellow uniform as he attempted to
steady
the
higher ranked officer in front of him.
Her mind and body betrayed her. Her nipples were actually
visible through her uniform. Her
breath
was coming quicker.
'What's wrong with me.' She forced through the haze in her mind. She
didn't
know what was happening, but she knew what was going
happen. At this point, it was out of her
hands, and in his.
"No, excuse me, I wasn't looking." She was letting him go,
then, "You know, I
have never really like the term 'sir', why
don't you call me Beverly."
"Um, OK, Beverly. I have to be
getting to... Are you feeling OK? You look a little, warm."
"Warm no, Hot yes. I want to throw you down right here and
fuck your brains
out." He voice was whispery.
"Well, I
am due to go on duty in a few minutes, but thanks for the offer."
"I'll write you a note." Then she flung herself at him. Her
lips were sealed
to his, any resistance he had was quickly
diminishing. Her body was on fire.
She was kidding about fucking
him in the corridor, but it was quickly
becoming her only
alternative.
He broke the kiss. "Jordan to Maintenance."
"Maintenance, go ahead Jordan"
"I'm going to be a
little late for my shift," Glancing at Beverly "Medical
reasons."
"Anything we should know about?"
"No,
I'll contact you later. Jordan out."
'A janitor? I'm about
to fuck a janitor? Who cares if I hump the doors of a turbo shaft?'
She
smiled
and then took Janitor Jordan by the arm.
Wesley was going over the latest batch of test samples.
Everything looked
like it was going smoothly. He began to hear
Ro moaning. He thought she
might be waking up. He spun around
only to see Ro with one hand on her
crotch, and one hand her
breast. The readouts on the wall said that she was
asleep, and
her eyes were closed, but her hands were in warp speed. It was
then that he noticed that several of her hormones were almost
off of the
scale. He stared back at Ro only to see something new
and amazing. The front
of her uniform began swelling. The more
it swelled, the louder she moaned.
Her other hand drifted up
from between her legs, to start caressing her other
breast. They
were beginning to stretch the already tight fabric of the front of
her uniform.
He saw
that the zipper at the top of the
jumpsuit began to
separate in response to the growth.
Wesley's curiosity led his eyes down to the writhing woman's
crotch. The
front was completely sopped. Wesley had about all he
could take. He couldn't
decide whether to administer the cure,
or to screw the Bajorian silly. He
reached over and picked up
the hypospray with the cure. He looked at it and
said 'Oh well."
He placed the injector to her arm, and then the images came
flooding in. His mind was filled with images of he and Ro in
positions that
would have shocked even the crewmen of a deep
space exploration ship.
"No!" he cried, as he threw the
hypospray back at the table.
He grabbed the front of Ro's
uniform and peeled it away from her white flesh.
It was then he
had a flash of brilliance. "Computer. Reduce Gravity to 0.00
on
the Med Bed." The bed had this setting so that more delicate
operations
could be performed without risk to the patience
health."
With the gravity off, he was able to lift Ro off of
the table and strip off
her uniform. Starfleet's dress code when
it comes to undergarments is pretty
liberal. Ro's policy was
even more liberal. As Wesley pulled the last of her
uniform over
her tiny feet, he was able to gaze upon every bit of Ro's body.
She wore no underwear. Her breasts had nearly tripled in size at
this point,
and it looked like they were continuing. Ro had
orgasmized at least four
times while Wesley was pulling her
uniform off of her. Wesley now stripped
off his own uniform, and
climbed into the Zero G with Ro.
The momentum of lifting and
pulling her uniform off had Ro in an almost standing position.
Wesley lifted Ro up so her cunt was in line with his face. He
could see that her fluids had
run down and coated the backs of
her legs from when she was still lying down on the table.
Wesley
dove in. The first touch sent waves of pleasure through the helpless
alien in front of
him. The wave continued and didn't seem to ebb
at all.
'Hmm...' Wesley thought. 'Sweet, not like what I
would expect. Good thing she
is already out. I don't think she
would conscious for much longer.'
He looked up and Ro's breasts
had stopped growing. However from his current
position he could
see anything past the peaks of her breasts.
'Boy I could use
something like this when I'm walking across the campus when
it's
raining.' He slowly pulled her down, and himself up. Luckily the
beds
were equipped with low level restraining fields to keep
bodies from floating
off.
Once he was equal to her now
gigantic breasts, he began to suck and bite at her
nipples. Even
though her breasts were now huge, her nipples were still what
he
would classified as normal. They seemed to still be fairly small
compared
to the melons on her chest. Once again the analytical
side took over. He
noticed that her muscles were much smaller.
That must account for the
increase in the upper regions. He
grabbed her ass, it felt rounded, and he couldn't really
tell
but he thought her hips had also filled out. He wasn't completely
familiar with Bajorian
anatomy, but that was why the Academy
required advanced biology. Suddenly, "...uuugh, Fuck
meee.
Pleeeease, I want..." Ro was back to rubbing herself furiously on
the crotch. This time
both hands were buried, and pumping away.
Wesley couldn't take it anymore. He spun her around and
spread her ass. It wasn't a gentle
entry, but it did the job. He
had never taken this particular 'course' before, but since the
other entry was otherwise occupied.
Just as Wesley had
pressed into her she froze. Wesley was afraid that she had woken up,
then
it happened. She let out a yell and her whole body shook.
Wesley began pumping furiously. He
could feel her contract as
she was wracked with a constant orgasm, she pressed back harder and
harder, pounding as hard as they both could. Wesley reached
around and was massaging her tits.
She still had both hands
going at it.
Then he felt it. Her breasts began to shrink a
little. She was now panting and back to a low
moan. Wesley knew
something was going on, so he had to hurry. It didn't take much to
push him
over the edge. He came for what seemed like hours, but
in this case it wasn't quite that long.
Once he opened his eyes
he found that they had fucked so hard they were upside down, and
floating against the ceiling. He pushed off, pushed out of the
field, and got off of the bed.
While he got his uniform back on,
he set the computer to bring his specimen slowly back to
the
table.
He was in a hurry to get her uniform back on before
she woke up when he heard "Mmmf, Wesley?
What happened? My
clothes? My Breasts! Oh no, what have you done?' Indeed both breasts
had
stopped shrinking, but now she has almost no chest at all,
only two little nubs for nipples.
Then Wesley noticed that her
figure had lost some of it's curviness as well. In fact her shape
wasn't very different from his own.
She started to get
off of the bed. "Computer, restraining field full
strength."
Wesley barked. The computer complied, a little rougher than he
had intended. She was thrown back into a lying position, unable
to move.
"Don't worry Ro, I can fix this." and Wesley started up
his computer.
End Part 4
Part 5 - Satisfaction
Troi had been in her quarters for the last hour, in the
dark. She had lowered the light level
so she could relax. It had
been a fairly busy day, and now that Beverly had stopped in, she
had the added task of talking to Wesley. It wasn't that she was
complaining, but it was all in
the line of duty. As time passed
he hands began to slowly roam around her body. She liked the
way
her new uniform made the other crewmen respect her, but it was a
little harder to get off
than her other outfit. She closed her
eyes, and began to unzip the front of her uniform. As
she sat
there, she let her mind wander.
Very clearly she saw that
she was walking along one of the corridors of the Enterprise. She
couldn't see clearly where, but she could see enough to make out
general details. She turned a
corner and bumped into the man of
her dreams. She knew it was nobody real, but this was a
fantasy.
She had unzipped her uniform to the bottom of the zipper. She had
her right hand
running across the smooth silk of her panties.
Occasionally she brushed her clit, and it sent
shock waves
through her. Her other hand pressed into the couch as if to steady
herself.
Back in her illusion she was being helped up by her
fantasy man. Once she stood up, she
brushed a tuft of red hair
out of her eyes. The other person in her fantasy was there holding
her. He said something that wasn't really audible, but she knew
what it meant. She pounced on
the chance and slammed her lips
into his.
Back in the real world the uniform had been slowly
inched down past her ass, and was down
around her knees. Both
hands were now moving all over her body. She wanted this fantasy to
last, and she was going to take it slow.
At first he
responded to the kiss, but then he pushed her away. She was
disappointed, and she
thought that it ended before it began. He
said something, and then he took her by the arm and
lead her
down the corridor and into a cabin.
Beverly already had
her chest fully in view when Jordan opened the door to his quarters.
He
was afraid that someone might see her, and put an end to his
fun. However once in the main room
of his cabin, 'all bets, and
clothes, were off!' he thought.
"Please, let's go. I need
it. Please!" Beverly pleaded.
"No, not yet my horny little
doctor, I want to look at my good fortune. Just stand there."
She had a very disappointed look on her face, but it quickly
changed to a very anxious look.
She quickly pulled the uniform
off of the rest of her body. 'God, it feels like I'm going to
cum right here.' She threw the uniform onto the table next to he
companion, and then slid off
her bra and panties.
He
looked at her, absorbing all he saw. Her breasts were firm, not
perfect, but definitely not
bad. After all, she wasn't a
teenager. Her nipples were almost as bright red as her hair had
looked in the bright lights of the corridor. She was definitely
a red head, but the triangular
patch of hair between her legs
was darkened from the juices freely flowing. He watched as she
began rubbing both her neck and her breasts. Her hand went up
and began messing up her hair.
She was beginning to shine all
over from the sweat covering her body.
Beverly had no idea
what was going on. At this point she felt like she was along for the
ride.
She began to feel the beginning of an orgasm coming on,
and almost falling over snapped her
back to reality. "Please. I
really need to fuck. I'm so horny, I can't stand up anymore."
"Then Don't" said Jordan, as he leaned back in a chair.
Beverly didn't have to be told. She fell to her knees and
crawled over to her Janitor on hands
and knees. Even though he
had completely removed all of her clothing, he had not. He hadn't
even unzipped the front of his uniform. She ran her hands up the
outside of his pant leg until
she got to the prize. She could
feel him hard as diamond. She could wait for him to get his
uniform off. She began to stroke and lick the outside of his
uniform. After a few passes, she
could make out most of the
major veins in his penis. In fact she could name most of them, if
she weren't busy at the moment. He began to moan, and she let
her hands slide up his chest.
Suddenly her fingers had
slipped into his collar, and began to violently separate the front
of
his uniform. She pulled herself up, and at the same time
spread her arms as far as they would
go. The shock caused him to
let out a little gasp, this was definitely not what he thought was
coming next. By the time she was done, the rip extended part way
down his right pant leg. She
quickly grabbed his old style
boxers (much to her surprise), and ripped them off. As she did
this, her nails poked into the tender flesh between his legs. He
let out a little yelp, and
Beverly smiled devilishly. He leaned
back and helped her up.
Troi slammed herself down on her
mystery man's cock. He wasn't overly big, but it's not the
size
that matters. She began to rock back and forth. She could feel him
going deeper and
deeper with every thrust. He leaned forward and
began lightly kissing her nipples. He then
gave her left nipple
a bite, and a little tug. Her eyes popped open, and she gasped from
the
new experience. She looked at him, and he had a devilish
grin on his face now. Turnabout is
fair play. They locked in a
deep and passionate kiss. They had stopped rocking while in this
position. The kiss was so deep, her eyes watered.
Once
the kiss was broken, it was time to get down to business. She
brushed her long hair out
of her eyes, not that it mattered much
now. She wrapped her arms around his back, and he locked
on to
her buttocks. They began to pull into each other. Troi thought that
she was going to
have black and blue marks all over her pelvis
after this assault, but she didn't care. Slowly
her senses began
to shut down. First her vision went blank, then her ears rang and
she no
longer heard what sounded like two hands slowly clapping.
The only thing that she felt was an
orgasm unlike anything she
had ever had before.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked
around her office. She had flipped over the coffee table
in
front of her. She slid down the couch and looked at the aftermath.
There was a rather
large sweat mark that covered the whole area
where her body was. Where her crotch had been was
a very large
stain.
"Oh my, I don't know if that will come out" she said.
She knew anyone who came into the office
now could have smelled
her passion, but the air filters would remove that shortly. Maybe
she
would call maintenance and ask about getting that spot out.
No, I'll just replicate a new
cushion.
Beverly could
have sworn that she was in Troi's office when she opened her eyes.
However she
blinked once, and looked down to see herself still
impaled on the now rapidly diminishing cock.
She could see the
cum other both of them mixing and oozing out of her. She quickly got
up, and
grabbed her uniform. She got a glance of herself in the
top of the table, she was a mess.
"So, does what kind of
note are you going to write for me?" He smirked.
"Umm, I
have to get back to work. Uh, thanks, it was great." She said as she
pulled on her
uniform. She couldn't find her underwear, and she
didn't care. This was embarrassing. She
didn't know what came
over her. She zipped up the front of her uniform and headed for the
door. Jordan was still naked and covered in fluids. She turned
to him on the way out. He was
holding up her panties.
"Can I keep these?" He said as he sniffed them, "As a
souvenir?"
She didn't respond, she just walked out of the
door.
End Part 5
Part 6 - Explanations
"You
may be able to get a doctor here in under a minute, but I can do the
same
with security! Now let me go!" Ro was really getting upset.
"Go ahead and try." Wesley had no reaction.
"OK
cadet. Ro to Security." Nothing. "Ro to Worf!" Still nothing.
"Computer,
recognized Ro, access code Delta Omega Beta Four."
There was not the familiar
chirp from the computer. " What is
going on. There is no way you have that
kind of security
clearance."
"I don't, but the Chief Medical Officer does.
You see Mom got upset with
people always being bugged while in
examinations, so once someone is on the
beds, your communicator
is 'off'. Also thanks to security for turning off the
computer
access. They figured it was better not to let people who are
probably under duress access to the computer. So that was
disabled as well.
The only thing left on is a subroutine to
notify the medical officer on duty.
And at this moment, I am the
Med on duty."
Suddenly the terminal on the wall beeped.
Wesley went over and punched some
keys. He began chuckling to
himself. "Lieutenant Stewart Jordan. Only two
months on ship.
Assigned to.." He blurted out a loud laugh. "Engineering,
Maintenance Engineering! She got nailed by a janitor! Well,
that's not it.
Computer, randomize virus to next configuration
and continue."
He turned to Ro. "I think she should be busy
for a while. Now as for you. I
hadn't accounted for my virus
causing such a radical different effect on your
'species'." He
inspected her completely naked, although extremely
underdeveloped body. "My original plan had been to make a virus
that would
slow down the aging process. It did it by stimulating
different organs and
glands to release the bodies own chemicals
that assist in the bodies own
regeneration. As I experimented
through last night, I found that I could
isolate certain
chemicals and cause a response in the body. From there it was
simple to generate a virus that, once released, would help to
set off slight
imbalances that the body would automatically
correct. The body itself caused
the changes to take place. I
gave you an injection to simply help the body to
repair itself
faster. Of course that was a projection on 'human' systems. I
didn't think the change would be so radically different on
another species.
But it did, neat huh?"
Ro was barely
listening to the Cadet spout his 'technobable'. She was more
interested in trying to get out. By the time he had finished,
she had given
up for now, and waited for an opportunity. "Yeah,
virus, chemicals,
interesting. But what happened to me? Can't
you figure out a 'cure' for this
virus?"
Wesley didn't
know if Ro had any idea what Wesley had done to her. He wasn't
even sure if she knew what her own body had done. He decided to
go for broke.
"Ro, do you remember what happened to you after I
gave you the injection?"
"No, you injected me, and then I
passed out, why? What happened. Did you do
anything to me?" She
suddenly looked a little alarmed.
"No, of course not. But
you did have an interesting _reaction_."
"What kind of a
reaction? Wesley, tell me!" She was back a more authoritative
tone.
"Well, you kinda, grew. I was monitoring the
virus' progress, and it was
working fine, even better than I
hopped. Then some of the other glands in
your system went crazy.
Then you grew."
"What do you mean by 'grew'. You mean I
became some kind of giant?"
"No, not exactly." Wesley still
hesitated.
"Explain, please!" She was becoming concerned
that she had changed into some
kind of a monster.
"Well,
you got rounder." He glanced at her and then away. "Your, breasts
geometrically increased there, uh, dimensions. And the rest of
your body, uh,
softened."
"You mean I became some kind
of a sexual distortion of myself?" Her voice
raised a pitch.
"Um, yeah."
"Did anything else happen?"
"No." He thought that he better hold back some. What he did
could really get
him in trouble. He turned back to the terminal.
"I don't understand. It
shouldn't do that to you. I mean after
the first test on myself worked so
great."
"You injected
yourself?"
"Yes, but not with the same virus as I used on
you. I tried a little
variation that help to stimulate the
chemicals used during active thought.
Besides some strange
readings I hadn't planned on, everything is working fine.
I have
some other experiments with different combinations, but you don't
need
to know about those."
After a few minutes of
staring at ceiling, Ro meekly asked, "Wesley, can I
have some
clothes? I mean I don't have much of a body, but I still have
pride. Please."
Wesley considered the request, and then
said simply, "No." Turning back to the
computer he started
talking again. "Hmm, there's something I'm missing.
Wait, the
hormone levels!"
Twenty minute later.
"Oh, Wesley,
What? Ugh!" Ro was squirming as much as she could in the
restraining field. There was a pale blue light bathing her body,
it was
coming from an emitter on the wall.
"Excellent.
That's it. These results are wonderful!" Wesley was staring at
the readouts on the wall. He was noting that the same hormonal
imbalance was
happening all over again. The results looked
almost identical, except for the
various brought on by her being
conscious.
Ro was trying to control herself. She was a
little startled when ray was
turned on, but she was beginning to
think clearly again. It felt like her
body was being caressed
all over. After she shook her head a little, she
looked down her
body. Much to her surprise, her breasts were back.
"Wesley.
I don't know what you did, but it worked. Now get me off of this
bed!" She was able to sit up as she felt the field disappear.
The blue field
was still on her, but she was able to move. She
tried to get off of the bed,
but the familiar buzz of a force
field stopped her. "What?"
"Un Uh. Were not through yet. I
think that you will like this almost as much
as I will. You see
I have modified a field project to basically 'project' a
much
stronger version of the sonic showers. You have noticed the effects
by
now."
Ro's had her body back all right, but her
nipples were stiff, and she could
feel herself definitely
aroused. Wesley was right, it was like the sonic
shower.
Wesley punched a few buttons on the terminal. Ro could now
turn to see what
Wesley was doing. On the screen was a computer
generated 3-D form, roughly
her shape.
"Ah, now this is
interesting." He turned to Ro. "Now Ro. What would you like
to
look like? A teenager just out of puberty?" He tapped a few keys. Ro
felt
the stimulation lessen. She felt her chest loosen a bit.
She looked down at
it. They had shrunk down to size that she was
at before she had even heard of
the Federation. Her waist was
filled out a little, and she was almost as
plain as when she
woke up, almost. She definitely had a small amount of her
sexuality back.
"How did you do that? Please stop. Just
give me my body back. I swear I
won't tell anyone."
That
was what Wesley wanted to hear. She was now confirming that he was
now
in control. "No, not yet, I haven't shown you the best part
yet." He turned
to the keypad. The blue light flared up brighter
and brighter. Ro felt the
waves of pleasure building. It was
much slower than the first blast, but this
one didn't stop in
it's rising intensity. She leaned back for a moment and
relished
the feeling. Then she felt strange all over. She leaned forward
again. Her chest was back. She looked in horror back to Wesley.
The model
on the screen was changing. The breasts were filling
in, and the hips were
definitely becoming fuller. The model was
her! She ran her hands over her
breasts, down her stomach, and
around to her buttocks. The whole pass gave
her two pieces of
information. She could feel her body actually changing, and
she
was very turned on. She had to resist the temptation to ask Wesley
to
help her again.
"Ah, the body is converting denser
muscle tissue into fat cells. The loss of
muscle tone accounts
for the illusion of her looking taller. And man do her
legs look
good! I wonder how far she can go? Computer raise level of emitter
by two times." He turned to her. The blue light filled the
entire lab, and
Ro began screaming in pleasure. Her body began
to grow at a tremendous rate.
After about a minute her breasts
were too large for her to even put her arms
around them. He
waist was obscenely tiny, and as an added bonus her long hair
was now over a meter long. The growth had stopped. "I guess her
body will not
convert any more tissue. My my, now you I would
love to fuck. Computer, scan
patient." He began to tap the key
pad. The virus construction screen came
up. After a minute the
screen blinked 'Working'.
End Part 6
Part 7 -
Revelations
After a refreshing shower, Beverly felt a little
better. Her muscles had been
fairly tight before, but the shower
had washed away some of the tension from
earlier. Considering
what she had been through just hours earlier, she did not
want
to be with a large crowd of people, but she had agreed to go and see
Data
play a concert in Ten Forward. She put on one of her more
casual outfits, a
light blue skirt, with a heavier woven short
sleeve sweater. She checked the
time, and headed off to Ten
Forward.
Deanna woke up, she was still naked, and the
coffee table was on the floor.
She got up and thought that she
would take a shower. Suddenly the computer
chimed, "1730 hours.
This is a reminder that you are supposed to be in Ten
Forward."
She had completely forgotten about Data's concert. 'Oh well, he
wasn't one to hold a grudge. I'll still make it for the second
movement.' She
decided since she was late already, she would
swing by Wesley's quarters to
have a little talk, and see if he
wanted to go to the concert.
Deanna pulled on her uniform,
cleaned up a bit, and checked with the computer.
"Computer,
current location of Cadet Crusher."
"Cadet Wesley Crusher is
currently in Med Lab 3."
Beverly was right. He was still
working, maybe she should plan a little more
time with him.
As Troi walked down the corridor, she stopped and checked
her uniform. For a
moment it felt like s dress was brushing
against her legs. She stopped and
patted down her uniform.
'Something strange is going on here. I'll have to
look in on
this after I talk to Wesley.'
Beverly arrived at Ten
Forward. She saw Guinan behind the counter.
"Guinan? I
thought the concert was going to begin soon."
"Oh you didn't
hear. It has been delayed two hours. One of the quartet
members
had to run a few tests or something. Is there something I can get
you?"
"Something strong, and not synthehol. I want the
real stuff."
"Beverly, I wouldn't recommend it. Is there
something you would like to talk
about?"
Beverly
suddenly remembered her little chat with Beverly, and the results.
"Uh, no. Just a drink. Please."
Without another word
Guinan brought her a bottle of purplish colored liquid
and a
glass. Beverly quickly drank a glass, and refilled it from the
bottle.
Troi was waiting to get onto the turbolift when
a strange taste came into her
mouth. It was a little sweet and
it had a strange taste.
The doors opened and she entered.
"Med Lab 3." The doors closed and she was
whisked off. She began
to itch her shoulders, and the top of her chest. 'Boy
this wool
is uncomfortable.' She wasn't wearing any wool, it was her uniform.
Something is definitely wrong. I'll have a nurse look at me
after I go to the
lab.
Beverly was glad she had worn
the skirt. She could feel a slight breeze that
helped to cool
her off. The soft woolen top was not a good idea. She was
already flushed, and she was only getting hotter. She picked up
her drink and
bottle, and walked over to a table that was a
little more out of the way. She
must have stood up too fast, as
her head spun for a moment. She quickly
recovered and made her
way to the table. It was darker over there, and she
was grateful
or that.
The turbolift stopped, and the doors opened.
Troi moved through them, and
suddenly her head was swimming. She
closed her eyes and put a hand against
the wall. With her eyes
closed she could see Ten Forward with perfect
clarity. She was
working her way over to a table, and sitting down. It was a
little dark, but she could see almost the whole room, with
people being able
to clearly see her.
She opened her
eyes, and hurried to Med Lab 3. Her walk was a little
staggered,
but she made it to the lab. The doors didn't open at first, so she
hit the call button on the pad on the wall.
Inside
the lab Wesley heard a chime. He quickly tore himself away from his
subject. "Computer, identify person at the door."
"Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi."
"Great. Computer
lower light level in this room, but continue stimulation.
Reconfigure dampening field to block sound." He said this as he
made his way
to the doors. The computer complied.
The
doors whisked open, and Wesley got a very nice surprise. Deanna had
her
eyes closed, was panting heavily, and was very flushed.
"Come in Counselor.
I'm sorry about the doors, Mom must have set
them up before she left so no one
would bother me." He knew full
well it was a lie, but he had to think fast.
"Wesley." She
said it more like a breath that a word. "I need help. Get the
nurse." Wesley didn't say anything, he just took her by the arm
and led her
to his lab. He helped her up onto a bed that was
facing away from Ro.
"Wesley. Thank you. Now please, get the
nurse."
"I have already summoned one, she will be here in a
few minutes. Mom was in
charge of this lab today, but she left a
little while ago. Why don't you tell
me what's wrong, and I can
help out before they get here."
"OK. I feel strange. My head
feels like it's filled with feathers. The
strangest thing is
that when I close my eyes, it feels like I am someone
else." She
closed her eyes. A hand brushed away some of the red hair in her
eyes. "I think the person has either dark brown or reddish
hair." Suddenly
the view shifted down to the blank table. In it
she could see a reflection.
It was Beverly!
"Beverly?"
She said.
"Beverly? You mean my mom?" Wesley started
laughing. "This is better than I
ever expected. Now that's
another side effect to note."
"What do you mean Wesley? I
feel so warm all over. Help me."
Wesley helped all right. He
had this little theory, and he wanted to test it
out. As he
unzipped the front of her uniform he said, "Computer, access
health readings from Doctor Beverly Crusher's badge and display
on station 7.
Her readings were surprising, but expected. All of
the signs pointed to the
fact that she was drunk. He current
state must be fairly similar to Troi's
right now. Troi was now
helping Wesley with her uniform. 'Was it really that
obvious to
him. He must be part empathic as well. I feel so strange.'
She was now laying back in her underwear panting in
anticipation.
Beverly was sitting in the corner of the
room still. Half of the bottle was
gone, and she had full
intentions to finish the rest off as well. As she sat
there, it
felt as if she were naked. She ran her hand over the front of the
shirt, and down between her legs. She confirmed that she was
wearing clothes,
but the sensation was wonderful. The far side
of the room began to fill in
anticipation of the concert, but
fortunately it looked like no one had seen
her.
Wesley wasn't in too much foreplay with this one. The
only way to test his
theory was to over stimulate. He began to
lick and kiss her wonderful tits.
Her bra was a simple one piece
that wrapped all the way around and seem to
force the form of
her breasts. He thought they were impressive behind the
uniform,
but now, wow. This was always a dream of his. She had always worn
those revealing outfits that showed off more leg and cleavage
than anyone else
on the ship. He could see her nipples through
the top. He could wait before
just fucking her. He grabbed the
bottom of the bra and raised it over her
head. They popped free,
and settled off to the sides of chest. He continued
to rub and
suck. She was on the brink right now, but Wesley wanted to hold
back for his own pleasure.
She turned to him and said in
a strong and firm tone, "Now!"
Beverly was idly rubbing
the sides of her legs. It felt wonderful, like
someone was
paying close attention to her breasts, whatever this drink was,
she was going to have to thank Guinan. Then she saw Commander
Riker talking
to Guinan. He looked over at her and came over.
"Beverly, is there something wrong. Do you want to talk?"
Riker asked her.
"No Will. I'm just working a few things
out. I'll be fine. Please, just go
back to the others, and
please don't tell them I'm here. I just want some
time alone."
She took a sip of her drink.
"OK, but at least..."
"Now!" cutting him off.
She didn't know what came
over her, but it got the point across. Riker
shrugged and walked
back to group of people. She hoped he couldn't hear her
when she
let out a little gasp as the sensation of something tugging and
pulling at her nipples occurred. She didn't care at this point.
She was
pretty sure she was secluded enough to get away with
some things. She hiked
up her dress up to her waist and
partially pushed her panties aside. The
chairs on the other side
of the table blocked anyone from seeing anything.
She put one
hand on her waist and began brushing her clit.
"How did
you do that?" Deanna blurted out.
"Do what?" He was truly
confused.
" I just felt you massage my clit, but both hands
were on my bre...ah." She
closed her eyes. What she saw
astounded her. She was looking down at
Beverly's completely
exposed crotch. Her hand was moving slowly around her
clit and
up and down her slit. "Beverly!"
"What is it Deanna? Tell
me." To help her along he added to her sensations
as he rubbed
the outside of her panties.
"I see Beverly's vagina. Her
skirt is rolled up, and her panties are pulled
down a little.
Her hand is rubbing herself. Oh, it feels so real. I can
actually feel it." She opened her eyes.
"No," said
Wesley, "keep them closed. I want to know what happens. What do
you see now." Wesley slipped a hand inside of her panties and
plunged a
finger into her cunt.
"Oooo." She cried out.
"Tell me." Wesley commanded.
"I saw the ceiling, and
then she looked around for a moment. She seems to be
looking to
see if any saw anything."
'This is perfect revenge.' Thought
Wesley. 'I will embarrass her for all the
times she embarrassed
me.' "Keep telling me everything."
"Yes, just don't stop.
She is looking around. She sees some people looking
at her. She
is getting up. The skirt hesitates for a moment before falling
down. She sees some of the men smirking at her. My cheeks are
warm. She's
blushing! She hurries towards the door."
"Not so fast mom." smiled Wesley. He plunged another finger
into Troi's
increasingly hot cunt and moves them around. He also
grabs a nipple with his
teeth and pulls. Troi gasps again.
"..so good. She stops next to the door. She is dropping to
one knee. I can
feel her hand cupping her crotch. Someone else
is there now. It looks like
Guinan. I can hear her." Troi began
carrying on a conversation.
"'Are you ok Beverly? I warned
you about drinking.'
'What was in that drink? I feel so
strange. I'm very warm, and...'
'It was a bottle of wine
that I poured into a liquor bottle.'
'It is some wine!'"
Wesley could stand it no longer, it was time for the big
show. He climbed up
on the bed and straddled Troi. He grabbed
her panties, and ripped them off.
Then he slowly put himself
into her. It must agonizingly slow for his
'partners', but he
felt like he was going to explode.
Deanna tried the best she
could to describe what was going on, but it was
mostly broken
speech at this point. "So good...She's on her knees. We are
cumming. ugh!" He felt her muscles contract.
"Still
going. Hands on my breasts. Guinan pulling me behind bar. My top is
off. God, it feels so good. I'm writing on the floor. I'll throw
the top on
the floor."
Wesley realized that her link was
so strong she thought she was his mom. He
had yet another idea.
"No Troi, throw it over the bar."
"Yesss. over the bar."
Back in Ten Forward there had been quite a commotion,
but Guinan had assured
everyone everything was fine. The bar
seems to successfully block the noises.
Guinan was shocked to
see Beverly on the floor wiggling around. She was
pulling her
top off. She threw the top over the bar, and it hit an
unsuspecting ensign. He looked over quizzically.
Suddenly Beverly hoisted herself to a rather weak standing
position. Everyone
in the room had a fairly good view of her
breasts, but she didn't care. The
show was just beginning.
"Yes Deanna. This is just a fantasy. Climb up on the
bar. It is much more
comfortable for you." Wesley had had slowed
himself down in order not to
orgasm too quickly. He had decided
to see how far this link went between the
two women.
Beverly put a knee on the counter behind the bar, and
climbed up. The ensign
and his friend helped to pull her up. The
music at the other end of the room
had held most everyone's
attention to this point, but once Beverly pushed all
of the
drinks off of the bar, the crash got everyone's attention.
There was the Chief Medical Officer, her breasts were
completely exposed. She
was lying on her back with a leg of
either side of the bar. Both hands her
caressing her breasts,
and she was obviously close to her second ground moving
orgasm
of the day. As everyone watched. She sat up, rocked forward as if
giving one last thrust, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
She then fell
forward and closed her eyes.
Even though
Beverly's eyes were closed, she could see the inside of a Med lab
for a moment, and her son's grinning face.
End Part 7
Part 8 - Damage Control
Wesley had monitored his
mother's progress throughout the night. According to
the medical
logs, they had chalked this up to the alcohol. The captain had a
note made in her record that she has some kind of an allergy to
it. She had
been taken back to her quarters with orders to see
the counselor, have a
physical, and to take a week off. She was
in no shape to argue, and it
wouldn't have done any good anyway.
He was pleased with his work. He didn't
know why, but he had
gotten a great deal of pleasure from his mother's
degradation.
He had turned his attention back to his two patients in the
lab. He only had
about an hour's worth of sleep, but it didn't
matter. He was not in the least
tired. As a matter of fact, the
longer he was awake, the more inspired his
work became. He knew
that his initial experiment had become a complete
success. Now
he had to fix the 'mistakes' he had made. It wasn't that he
wasn't pleased with the results, but there would be problems if
it ever got
out when he had been doing.
His first action
was to give Troi the 'cure'. To his horror, as he watched
the
reaction to the cure he noticed something significant. The virus had
actually built up an immunity to his cure. The results of the
battle were
quite evident. Troi's hair had turned green. Not a
subtle shade either. He
could also see that it had turned all of
her hair green. Wesley was beginning
to panic. The cure had
always been his savior. No matter how badly he
screwed up, he
coded the virus so that it could be destroyed by a certain
chemical combination. The virus had somehow changed itself to
resist the
chemicals. Now he was going to have his work cut out
for him.
Beverly woke up very late the next morning. She
went in and had a very long
shower. She didn't recall the entire
night, but she new enough not to go near
sickbay or Ten Forward
for a while. She went over to the replicator after she
had
finished up and ordered a strong black coffee. It was going to be a
little while before she could look at food. She had thought
about going to
sickbay to get something for the headache, but
she figured she deserved it,
and she would suffer.
As
she drank the large cup of coffee one thing kept popping into her
mind, the
image of her son standing over her in the Med Lab.
"Computer, current location of Wesley Crusher?"
"Wesley Crusher is in Med Lab 3."
"Computer? How
long has Mr. Crusher been at that location?"
"Approximately
39 hours."
'He never left yesterday. I will have to have a
talk with him...this
afternoon.' She finished off her coffee,
and proceeded to have two more.
Wesley had at least come
up with a quick fix for Deanna. He had gotten her
hair color
back to it's original color, and had used his mother's notes to
erase her short term memory. It had been a risky gamble, but he
was
desperate. He laid her down on one of the beds in the lab on
the other side
of the office. He let her wake up at her own
speed.
"What happened?" She said.
"Counselor, it's
me Wesley. Are you OK?"
"I guess so. What happened?"
"You came to the door last night, and when I opened it you
passed out. I
carried you to one of the lab beds, and let you
sleep. I checked with the
nursing staff, and they said to just
relax and rest and you should be OK.
They said it was just a
case of overexertion. You will be fine."
"I guess I should
schedule an appointment to come in?"
"No, they said just
take some time off, and come in for a physical in a week
or so."
He tensed up. "Do you remember anything at all from last night?"
"No, the last thing I remember is leaving my quarters to
come talk to you."
"Well don't bother yourself with me for
now. I will promise to take it easy,
OK? I know my mom put you
up to this, and I will have a talk with her. Now
go back to your
quarters and take it easy. Do you need any help?"
"No. I'm
fine, just a little sore. I can make it. Thank you very much
Wesley."
"My pleasure ma'am." Wesley said as she walked
out. He figured if she didn't
remember about the link, it bought
him some time to try to find a fix. He
heard a beep in the other
room.
He walked into the room, and a terminal blinked
"Second through fourth test
viruses generated." Wesley looked at
the readout. He had forgotten about his
mom. The terminal had
shown that she used the replicator three times this
morning. 'Oh
no.' He had forgotten to turn that off.
He said quickly,
"Computer, Cancel test virus program. Remove links to the
replicator system." He had figured that's how the counselor had
gotten the
virus too, he had seen the alarm go off yesterday for
her quarters when his
mom had accessed the replicator. He had no
idea what three separate
variations would do to her, but he
would find out. But for now he had other
concerns in the other
room.
Ro Laren was still asleep on the bed. After Wesley had
her in a highly
aroused state for over a hour, it knocked the
wind out of her. Wesley had
devised a quick fix for her as well.
He took the hypospray with the fix and
put it to her arm. She
suddenly shot up with a start.
"What is that? Another one of
you experiments, doctor?" Sarcasm had always
rubbed him the
wrong way.
"In a way yes." He pressed the button and
injected her. "I guess we both
figured out that your shape is
dependent on how aroused you are. I couldn't
get rid of that
virus, so I made another one as a kind of work around. You
should feel it soon." He turned away to look at the monitors.
A minute later she gasped for a little air. He turned to
watch the results.
Before his eyes she began filling out slowly.
After a few minutes she was
back to the original Ro. She also
had a little sweat on her cheek.
" And there you are. The
original Ro Laren, maybe a little better." He tried
to lighten
up the situation.
"My shape is back, but I feel so strange.
What did you do?"
"Simple I have caused just enough of an
imbalance to stimulate you. That
should keep you at the correct
size, not to mention make you a little
friendlier." It was
cruel, but he needed to put her back in place.
"But what
happens if I... You know."
"Oh this?" he said as he turned
the emitter on low setting. She closed her
eyes and opened them.
Her breasts were a little larger. "Just don't stare at
the men
too long, and you should be OK. By the way, whoever you choose to
mate with is going to owe me alot. But I'll settle for this on
the short
term." He brought the emitter up to full strength and
made preparations to
erase her short term memory.
He
turned to her as he held the equipment, sighed for a moment, and
then gave
her a sedative. He got to work erasing her short term
memory, and making
arrangements for a cover story.
Wesley left Ro sedated in her cabin. It had taken sometime,
but she shouldn't
recall anything. Now Wesley had the unhappy
task of checking in on his
mother.
He made his way down
to her cabin and chimed the door, no answer. He did it
twice
more, and then he began to worry. He knew his mothers door code and
used it to get in. The cabin looked all right. On the table he
noticed an
empty cup of coffee, and his mother's bathrobe, but
he still didn't see her.
"Mom? It's me Wesley. Are you OK?"
Wesley rounded into her bedroom and saw
a shape move under the
covers. 'Oh boy. I hope it's not too bad.' He reached
for the
cover, and her heard a gentle moan. He froze for a second, closed
his
eyes, and then pulled the covers all the way back. When he
opened his eyes he
was shocked. This was not his mother. What he
saw before him was a girl
about seventeen, with bright red hair.
She was lying completely naked under
the covers, and sleeping
soundly.
End Part 8
From: FUCK YOU Robert Claypool <anonymous>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:41:27
Subject: Don't blame the
Aspies
Don't try to blame mailbox bombings on Aspergers
Syndrome. I have it and I would never do that. Fuck you for trying
to spread fear of autistic spectrum disorders.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:41:09
Subject:
----WESLEY'S FIRST DUTY----
The science lab was empty, as it usually was on Saturday
mornings. I
preferred to work when the other cadets weren't
around, since they tended
to get in the way and distract me from
my projects by always asking me
questions about whatever they
were doing.
I was working on my project on warp drive
mechanics. With the hearings
about Josh Albert's death and
Captain Picard getting on my case about all
this Starfleet duty
shit, I needed to unwind. The science lab seemed the
best place
to be.
"Weasel!"
I flinched at hearing the nickname
given to me by the popular guys at
the Academy and turned to see
who had shouted it with such an unusually
threatening tone. It
was Nick Locarno. Nick was also a cadet with me at
the Academy
and the lead cadet in my flight squad. Nick was shaken up
pretty
bad about Josh's death. He and Josh were best friends and hardly
ever apart from one another.
"What?" I asked, unable to
keep my voice from cracking.
"Weasel, what the fuck do you
think you're doing talking to Picard,"
Nick said as he came
toward me. "You're not planning about telling him
about what
happened to Josh, are you?"
Nick was now standing in front
of me, only inches from my face. He was
breathing heavily in his
anger and his eyes remained defiantly fixed onto
mine. I tried
to match his nerve, but could not out-stare him. I looked
down.
Under his tight Starfleet uniform, I could see his lean, toned
chest moving up and down in fast, regular intervals.
"Answer me, you fucking turd!" Nick said as he pushed my
left shoulder
with his left arm.
The force of the blow
made me step back a few steps and I looked back
into his face,
trying to keep myself from shaking.
"I didn't tell him
anything, Nick," I stuttered unconvincingly.
"You are such a
fucking wuss!"
I always envied Nick. He was my opposite in
just about every way. He
was popular, athletic, and all the
girls at the Academy wanted him. He
never talked to me much
outside of squad training. I guess he never
thought of me much
until now. I thought of him all the time.
"Did you tell
Picard that we were practicing that banned maneuver when
Josh
got killed?" he shouted.
"No, Nick. I wouldn't do that," I
whimpered.
Nick pushed me against the wall and pinned me
there with the weight of
his body. His right forearm pressed
against my upper chest and his left
hand clenched my right
biceps so hard I losing circulation in my arm.
"You are such
a scrawny little shit, Weasel," he screamed in my face.
"Just
remember, if I go down you and everyone else in the squad goes down
with me."
Nick's face was inches from mine. In his
anger, drops of spit shot out
with his every word and hit me on
my face. I remembered the time in the
showers after martial arts
training when Nick, Josh and their friends were
getting on my
case about how bad I was in class. I just stood there under
the
shower staring at their wet, naked bodies as they called me things
like "wuss," "dipshit," and "Weasel." Then, Nick filled his
mouth with
phlegm and spit at me. The gob of snot hit my chest,
stuck there for a
few seconds, and slowly slid down my body
until it stuck in my pubic
hair. Everyone started laughing and,
as always, followed Nick's lead and
started spitting at me, too.
I turned and faced the shower, as the sounds
of guys hurling
snot in my direction accompanied the splattering sound of
it
landing on my back. I remember looking down at my dick, staring at
Nick's snot stuck in pubes. It turned me on. I made the water
colder to
get rid of the hard-on I was getting. I heard everyone
laughing again and
turned my head to see what was going on. Josh
was standing right behind
me, holding his dick up, and began
peeing all over my back. The other
guys, still laughing and
calling me names, surrounded me and started doing
it, too. I
turned back to the wall and begged them to stop, worried that
my
dick would get hard again, as I felt streams of hot piss hitting my
body. I often replayed this scene when I was alone in the
Academy
holosuite.
"I know, Nick, I know. I wouldn't do
that to you. Honest," I whined.
Nick didn't seemed convinced
and pressed me harder against the wall.
"What's your first
duty," he screamed in my face.
"Nick, why are you doing
this?" I struggled to get away from him, but
barely move under
his firm grip.
"Answer me, Weasel. What is your first duty!"
"To Starfleet, Nick! To Starfleet!"
Nick threw me on
the ground. I landed on my stomach and instinctively
turned to
get up, but before I could Nick was on top of me, pinning my
shoulders to the floor with his forearms.
"You just
don't get it, Weez, do you?" Nick said menacingly. "I always
worried I wouldn't be able to count on you. Now, I know it's
true."
"You can count on me, Nick. Honest," I whined as I
squirmed under his
weight. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Nick grinned. "Your first duty is to the squad, Weasel.
Remember that."
"I will, Nick, I promise. My first duty is
to the squad."
Nick grabbed my shoulders and shook my head
so it slammed against the
floor. "Why are you such a fucking
wuss?" he screamed. "Why couldn't you
have been the one who
fucked up out there? Josh is dead and a dipshit
like you is
still alive. I don't get it."
Nick's body pressed harder
into mine as he began shaking my head.
"Nick, stop it!" I
shouted, closing my eyes in pain.
"Why don't you fight back,
then, huh?"
"Nick, please. You're hurting me," I pleaded.
Nick's hard body grinded into me even more. I dreamed about
having him
on top of me like this and worried about getting
hard.
Suddenly, Nick stopped shaking me. "What's this?" he
asked, raising
his body above me as he looked down toward my
crouch.
Oh God, please no, I thought to myself.
"The
Weasel's getting a woody," Nick said, looking into my face with a
grin. "I should have known."
Nick stood up on his knees,
straddling my chest, and began to unzip his
pants.
"Nick, what are you doing?" I stammered.
"Shut up
Weez," he answered, lowering his underpants to reveal his
hardening cock.
It was much bigger than I had programmed
into the holosuite program
that I used when I had sex with
Nick's holographic image. I had to guess
what he'd be like hard,
and then make it smaller so it would fit in my
ass. In reality,
it must have been about nine inches and was nice and
wide. It
curved a little to the left and throbbed as the blood pulsated
up his shaft.
I was so turned on, but was afraid to let
Nick know. "What are you
doing, Nick?" I exclaimed.
"Stop whining Weez," Nick said as he grabbed the sides of my
head with
his hands. "I'll give you something to make you stop
whining."
Before I could protest, Nick slammed his cock into
my mouth and I gagged.
"Suck it, Weez, or I'll beat the shit
out of you."
I didn't need the order. I quickly began
running my tongue around his
shaft as he moved it slowly in and
out of my mouth. It was so wide, my
jaw ached at first, but I
soon got used to it. I wanted to please Nick so
badly, that I
wasn't about to give up.
Because of the position I was in, I
couldn't move my head back and
forth as much as I would have
liked. I guess Nick must have noticed this,
too, 'cause he
started to jerk my head back and forth with his hands. I
kept
gagging and could only take about half of him in with my head curved
the way it was.
Without taking his dick out of my mouth,
Nick leaned forward over my
body into a pushup position and
started face fucking me. I was able to
take more of him in from
this angle and liked the feeling of him forcing
his hot cock
farther down my throat.
"Man, I can tell you like this,
Weez," Nick said. "Josh could do it a
lot better than you,
though."
I almost came in my pants when he said that. The
thought of him and
Josh getting it on really turned me on. I
wanted so much to jerk myself
off, but was afraid to. I wanted
to please Nick. I wanted him to like
doing me more than Josh.
I put my hands on Nick's waist and gently indicated I wanted
to turn
him over. I needed to make sure he wanted it before I
did it. Nick
turned onto his back and I onto my stomach, never
letting his cock get too
far away from my face. When he had
settled, I took him all in and let him
throb deep inside my
throat. I pulled his pants farther down his legs and
felt his
strong thighs.
"Yeah, Weez, suck my cock," Nick said.
I looked up and saw him tilt his head back. I could tell he
liked what
I was doing. From this position I could take him all
in and suck him off
really good. I moved my hands onto his balls
and felt them in their soft,
warm sack. This was so much hotter
than the holosuite program.
I ran my hands under his shirt,
over his tight abs, and up to his firm
pecs. He had such the
perfect body. It was lean, smooth and tight, and I
had it all in
my hands. I ran my fingers over his nipples. They were
firm and
pointy. I heard Nick groan as I rubbed my fingers in circles
around his tits.
"Damn, Weez," Nick said, getting up on
his elbows, "Turn over on your
stomach."
I did what he
told me without saying a word. Nick got up and walked
behind me.
I looked over my shoulder and watched him take off his boots,
pants, underwear and shirt. I couldn't believe I had the real
Nick
standing over me naked, with his hard, throbbing dick
glistening with my
saliva. Seeing him like that made my mouth
water. I wanted him down my
throat again.
"You want my
cock, don't you, Weez," Nick said as he started stroking
himself.
I just stared up at him and licked my lips.
Nick bent down and pulled off my boots. Then, he grabbed the
ends of
my pants and started pulling. My whole body started
moving with them.
"You're such a skinny dweeb, Weez," he
said.
I reached down to unfasten some buttons. My pants and
underwear
slipped off easily and Nick let me legs fall back to
the ground. I was on
my side looking up at him. I could see Nick
looking at my dick and I
blushed and turned back onto my
stomach. I was so much smaller than Nick
was.
Nick
laughed a little. "Don't worry, Weez," he said, "It's not like
you gonna need to use it any time soon."
Nick then lay
on top of me, pressing his dick between the cracks of my
ass as
he slid my shirt off. He started grinding against my body. He
felt so good on top of me. Every time he pressed against me, his
weight
squeezed my dick against the floor, bringing me closer to
climax.
His dick started probing my ass, looking for my
hole. I started to get
scared. Nick was so much bigger in person
than the way I programmed him
on the holosuite and I was afraid
to let him fuck me.
"Nick," I said, trying to roll over. "I
want you to fuck my mouth some
more."
"I bet you do,
Weez," Nick answered. "But, I want to fuck your ass now."
I
tried to roll over some more, but Nick was too strong for me. "I-I-I
don't know about that, Nick."
"What's there to know,
Weez?"
Nick slid down my body and began fingering the
outside of my hole. I
turned back to watch. Nick's fingers did
feel good against my hole, but
his fingers were a lot smaller
than his cock. I turned and looked
forward, not sure what I
should do. I couldn't make him stop; if I tried;
he'd beat the
shit out of me.
I slowly turned over onto my back. Nick
didn't seem to mind. He
parted my legs and kept fingering my
hole. I started to jerk off. Nick
didn't seem to mind that
either.
"Don't come too soon, Weez," Nick said sternly. "I'm
gonna take my time."
I stopped jerking off. I usually came
too easily and didn't want to
piss Nick off.
I looked
down and watched my dick throb with pleasure as Nick rubbed
his
fingers around my hole and began pressing one inside. I tensed.
"Relax, Weez," Nick said. "This can't be the first time
you've done this."
Nick then grabbed the under side of my
knees with his hands and pushed
my body forward, exposing my
hole more openly. I heard him fill his mouth
with saliva and
spit. His warm juice hit my hole and he began to work it
in with
one hand, while holding my body up with the other. I leaned my
head back, and felt my cock throb uncontrollably.
Nick
continued to spit saliva on my ass and probe my hole with his
fingers. Soon, he was able to stick a finger up without any
jerks of
protest from my body. Then, he started to use two.
"Nick, I don't know if I can take this," I said.
"Weez, if you don't relax, it's gonna hurt a lot more," Nick
countered. "Fuck, I wish Josh were still here. He knew how to
make me
feel good and he liked it."
I stopped squirming
and let two of Nick's fingers enter me. The
thought of Nick
fucking Josh made me so fucking hot. I wanted to make
Nick feel
good. I wanted him to like me just as much as Josh. Nick began
to twist his two fingers in my ass each time he entered me. It
hurt at
first, but I got used to it. I kept thinking of him and
Josh together and
tried to forget about the pain.
After
a while, Nick turned me back on my stomach.
"Get on all
fours," he said.
As I got up on my knees, I felt his cock
slap against the cheeks of my ass.
"You have such a skinny
ass, Weez," Nick said.
I kept quiet and closed my eyes. If I
wasn't as good as Josh, he'd
probably beat the shit out of me
and never have sex with me again, I
thought. I had to make him
like me.
I listened as Nick spit saliva on his hands and
rubbed it over his
shaft. It made a nice slippery sound and I
started wanting his dick up my
ass. I began pressing my ass
against his cock, rubbing my cheeks against
it.
"You
see, Weez," Nick said, "I knew you'd want it."
Nick pressed
the head of his cock right on my hole and began to slowly
push
it in. My heart pounded, but I tried to relax.
"Oh, Nick
stop. Oh, stop," I said, as my hardon went limp.
"Shut the
fuck up, Weez," Nick said as he grabbed my shoulders to keep
me
from pulling away.
I forced myself to keep breathing and
relax, even though my body wanted
to tighten up.
"See,
Weez. You can take it."
I looked back and saw Nick push his
cock all the way in me. He started
to fuck me slowly and I
looked forward, biting my lower lip to keep myself
from pleading
with him to stop.
Nick began fucking me harder and every
once in a while slapped my ass
cheeks with his hands. I lowered
my upper body so I could rest my face on
the ground. Sweat
poured from my body. I started to get numb as Nick
pumped on,
moaning from time to time.
"You are such a dead fuck, Weez,"
he said angrily, not letting up from
the pounding he was giving
me. "Are you ever gonna move your ass?"
"I'd rather be on my
back, Nick," I said, hoping that by watching him
fuck me I would
get more into it and get him off faster.
"O.K., Weez, turn
over," Nick said as he pulled out of me.
My ass burned as I
rolled over onto my stomach. Nick propped my legs
up with his
hands as he entered me easily.
"You're pretty wide now,
Weez," Nick said as he started fucking me hard
again.
My
hopes proved true: watching Nick do me started making me hard
again. I ran my hands up and down his tight body, which was now
wet with
sweat. His nipples felt ripe and hard. I began
contracting my ass muscle
every time he thrust forward and
letting go each time he pulled out.
"Shit, that's nice,
Weez."
I dared not touch my cock, 'cause I knew I'd blow my
wad right there if
I did. I wanted so much to get Nick off
better than he'd ever gotten off
before. I started to move my
ass in circles as he pulled in and out of me
and as my ass
muscles grabbed onto his dick tried to hold on.
I could feel
my cum building up within me. I had never come without
touching
myself before or without a holographic image getting me off. I
never knew anyone could, but I'd never been with a real guy
before.
"Nick, I'm getting close," I moaned.
"I
know," he replied.
I looked down at my throbbing dick as
Nick continued to pump me. My
ass muscles massaged his dick as
hard as they could. I couldn't stand it
anymore; I needed Nick
to come in me.
"Oh Nick," I screamed, throwing my head back.
Cum shot from my dick each time Nick plowed into me. I never
had come
so hard in my life. My wad hit my face on my second and
third load and I
opened my mouth to let it drip in. I was numb
with pleasure.
As my orgasm subsided, I looked back down at
Nick, who was still in me.
"Nick, you have to pull out," I
whined. "I already came. You'll
hurting me."
"Fuck you,
Weez."
Nick pounded my ass harder and I tried to squirm away
from him.
"Nick, stop," I screamed. "Please."
I
finally managed to pull my ass away from his cock and tried to slide
away from him, my sweaty body moving easily on the cold floor.
Nick
grabbed me, turned me over onto my stomach, and pushed me
into the corner
of the room. My head slammed against the wall,
stunning me.
"Nick, what are you doing to me," I whined,
starting to cry.
"Shut the fuck up, Weez," he said. "Or I'll
make it worse."
Nick entered me hard. Then, he pulled all
the way out so only the head
of his cock was in me and then
rammed his whole shaft back into me so
fiercely my head hit the
wall. He kept doing this over and over again,
slapping my ass
with his hands and shouting at me. I now knew what some
of the
female cadets meant when I overheard them talking about how Nick
could fuck like a Klingon.
"I'll fucking tell you when
I'm finished with you, you fucking turd."
I started to feel
numb again. My cum had dried on my face and body and
began to
itch. I could no longer tell if I wanted Nick to stop or not,
but let my body go totally limp for him to take. I slowly
stopped crying.
I could tell from Nick's moans that he was
getting close and I turned
to look up at him. Sweat was pouring
down his body. He was so fucking
hot.
Suddenly, Nick let
out one long grunt. I shuttered as I felt Nick's
huge load shoot
deep inside my hole. He must have shot six or seven times
and
let out a loud grunt with each one until he finally stopped and slid
out of me.
I turned back around and lay still, not sure
if moving would anger
Nick. When I was I could hear Nick getting
dressed, I turned around and
sat up. Nick looked over at me and
grinned. He was standing with his
pants on and was about to pull
his shirt over his body.
"That was pretty hot, Weez," he
said. "I was surprised you could take it."
I still felt numb
from the pounding sensation in my ass and in my head.
"You
are so hot, Nick," I said hesitantly, not sure if he wanted me to
speak.
Nick tossed his shirt aside and came over to me.
He bent down and
grabbed the sides of my face. My body tingled
with the idea that he might
kiss me.
"Now, you better
not tell Picard anything, Weez," Nick said as he shook
my face
in front of his. "If you do, I'll do this again and the next time
won't be as nice."
He released my head and got up, going
back to his shirt to put it on.
All I could do was stare up at
him and watch with disappointment as
covered his hot body with
his Starfleet uniform.
"And Wes," Nick said as he kicked my
clothes over to me, "What's your
first duty?"
I stared
up at him, wondering if he really liked me and if I was as
good
as Josh or his girlfriends were.
"Wes, what's your first
duty," he asked again.
"To you, Nick," I replied. "My first
duty is to you."
Nick laughed and turned and walked toward
the door.
"Wes," he called, as he paused by the door, "I
mean it when I tell you
that I'll fuck you over if you squeal on
me and the squad."
I remained silent and watched the door
slide closed after Nick passed
through.
I slowly
gathered my clothes and thought about what I would tell Picard
the next time I saw him...
From: john d <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:41:01
Subject: you blew my mind
right after
you blew my mailbox
blow me
From: Recipes <Recipes@recipes.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:40:30
Subject: NOT GOING ANYWHERE FOR
AWHILE? TRY A TOSSED SALAD!
TOSSED SALAD
Ingredients
1 head romaine lettuce
1 head red leaf lettuce
6
ounces crumbled feta cheese
1 (6 ounce) can sliced black olives
1 (4 ounce) package blanched slivered almonds, toasted
2
tablespoons sesame seeds, toasted
6 cherry tomatoes, halved
1 red onion, sliced
6 fresh mushrooms, sliced
1/4 cup
grated Romano cheese
1 (8 ounce) bottle Italian-style salad
dressing
Directions
1 Chop, wash and dry the romaine
and red leaf lettuces.
2 In a large salad bowl, combine lettuces
with feta cheese, olives, almonds, sesame seeds, tomatoes, onion,
mushrooms and Romano cheese. When ready to serve, add the Italian
dressing and toss thoroughly.
From: yeah, right. <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:40:08
Subject: pipe bomber: Luke
Helder
Jeese. I guess some people will do anything to
promote a record.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:39:34
Subject:
YOU.
how many Luke
Helders live between the rockies and the
ARE.
Mississippi
river anyway?
ALL.
think for yourself people!
ROBOTS.
From: Robert Claypool
<hackwrench@hotmail.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:39:31
Subject: Case for the Mailbox bomber having
asperger traits.
A case for why the mailbox bomber has
Asperger's
'World authorities' seems to indicate that this
is not an issue
specifically to the U.S. government, but to
societal structures in general.
Issues with conforming
specifically, and not just conforming to certain
things is an
Asperger's issue.
For example,
http://www.aspie.com/articlea5.html, says:
mom says your
homework comes first. Homework ? Homework means dusting
and
sweeping and bed making not math and spelling. Those are
schoolworks.
Why is schoolwork happening at home ? All your
schoolwork stuff is at
school. You hate to bring home your
rulers and special markers and
notebooks and all your books.
They live at school. Great. Now you have
to try to remember what
the teacher told you about your assignment. You
wrote it down,
somewhere. But where ? Did you leave the directions at
school ?
What pages were you supposed to do ? Can you use a marker or do
you have to use a pencil ?
A marker. That's what the teacher
said. Oh no. You don't have any markers
at home. Only pens. A
pen won't do no matter what mom says. The teacher
said you had
to use a marker. You remember that exactly ! Spelling is good,
but you wish you could type your words. Cursive is hard. Why
can't you use
a computer? You'll promise not to use spell check.
Wouldn't it be way more
better if you could do a report on your
bug collection
To people with such issues with conforming,
comfomance itself is a big issue
Relevant lines from the mailbox
bomber letter:
If the government controls what you want to
do, they control what you can do.
In avoiding death you are
forced to conform, if you fail to conform, you suffer
mentally
and physically. (Are world powers utilizing the natural survival
instinct
in a way that allows them to capitalize on the people?)
Conforming to the boundaries, and restrictions imposed by the
government only reduces
the substance in your lives.
From Liane Holliday Willey's Book, "Pretending to be
Normal":
It seems I becamme very hostile if i were to
discover she had betrayed me by
inviting someone else to play.
For my part, I vividly remember hatinng to see
her with anyone
other than me. I don't believe I was jealous. I know it wasn't
simple insecurities. I didn't give other children enough thought
to warrant those
emotions. I simply could not see the point in
having more than one friend and
I could never imagine Maureen
might feel any differently. To me, the logic was simple.
I had
my friend. She had me. End of story.
Again mailbox bomber.
As long as you are uninformed about death you will continue to
say "how high", when the government tells you to "jump". As long as
the government is uninformed about death they will continue tell you
to "jump" Is the government uninformed about death, or are they
pretending?
You have been missing how things are, for very long.
I’m obtaining your attention in the only way I can. More info is on
its way. More 'attention getters' are on the way.
From: DARVIN HAM <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:39:13
Subject:
Looks as if the D.C. area
isn't done with Rod Strickland just yet. The former Wizards point
guard drew another charge recently. Off the court, of course.
Strickland's latest encounter with legal trouble garnered
much less fanfare than his signing last week by the Miami Heat. And
it attracted less attention than previous arrests of the 13-year NBA
veteran, who his lawyer ardently asserts is a "magnet" for false
arrest.
There are two reasons for the lack of publicity: The
incident that got Strickland in trouble happened late in the evening
of Sept. 11, a date that will live in infamy for reasons unrelated
to him, and Strickland getting arrested no longer meets the "Man
Bites Dog" test among most local news organizations.
Were it
not for the fact that some folks allegedly suffered real injuries in
the parking-lot brawl that led to Strick's scrape, this one would
really raise some giggles.
Because whether or not he is
guilty of the second-degree assault charge now pending against him
in Prince George's County, the evidence in the case is already
overwhelming that Strickland makes some sorry partying choices.
Thanks to the case, for example, we now know that
Strickland, a guy who took tens of millions of dollars from the
Wizards in his five years with the team, likes to hang at T.G.I.
Friday's. With members of the first family of sissified soul,
DeBarge.
T.G.I.F.?
"Rhythm of the Night"!
Though Strickland's criminal and civil liability, if any,
for what took place on the night in question will be sorted out in
courtrooms in the coming months, there is agreement that he was on
the premises when a sizable fracas broke out in the parking lot of
the Bowie outpost of T.G.I.F. between customers of the restaurant
and employees of a rival cheesy chain, Applebee's.
According
to police and witness reports, the brawl started when empty bottles
were found under somebody's car. An argument over who had put them
there and why ensued. Soon enough, a member of the Applebee's gang
was on the pavement allegedly getting pounded by T.G.I.F. patrons, a
group that witnesses said included Chico DeBarge.
Seeing her
co-worker taking the beating, Applebee's waitress Kristine Murphy
says she moved toward the action to try to help out. Before she
reached her comrade, however, she says she found herself on the
blacktop.
"I got knocked out," says Murphy, who quit her
Applebee's job shortly after the scrap and now works at an Annapolis
eatery, Red Robin. "I'm still not OK."
With Murphy still
groggy, the brawlers hopped in separate cars and left the parking
lot at high speed. P.G. County cops arrived on the scene and
interviewed witnesses and Murphy, but declined to arrest any
participant.
"There were no charges filed, because nobody
would come forward to say [Strickland] was involved in the
altercation," says Cpl. Tammy Sparkman, a spokesperson for the P.G.
County Police.
However, a day later, when she regained her
senses and began doing some investigating of her own, Murphy decided
she knew who'd opened the can of whupass that had put her down. She
went to the courthouse and filed a criminal complaint against
Strickland alleging that his punch had caused a gash in her face
that required four stitches to close and left her head, arm, and
legs injured.
On the basis of the version of events
contained in Murphy's complaint, a courts commissioner issued an
arrest warrant for the NBA vagabond. Neither DeBarge nor anybody
else at the scene of the T.G.I.F. Massacre was charged.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:38:59
Subject:
"Sensors picking up an
unidentified ship decloaking off starboard bow
at 50000
kilometers,sir" the sexy young ensign in the too-tight uniform
announced. Wesley nervously fiddled with flashing red button,
ready to
begin the red alert at Captain Picard's command. This
was only his third
day at the helm as an acting ensign and he
was eager to avoid mistakes.
"Send greetings in all languages"
he ordered, " they look peaceful enuff"
Suddenly Wesley began to
shimmer as he was being transported from the
helm.. :What the
Dev-" were the last words Wes heard before materializing
in a
holding cell on an unknown ship. He blinked his eyes and trembled at
the sight of three unlikely captors....a Ferengi, a Klingon, and
a Vulcan,
each wearing nothing but a zyro breif which barely
contained three very
alien, very large, very erect cocks.
"We have the little cunt now," announced the Klingon," the prize
pussyboy of the Federation" The other two captors grinned at
this remark,
the short Ferengi fondling his still growing
member.
" Wha. What do you mean...I am an Ensign abourd the USS
Enterprize<
not a pu.. pussyboy" Wes didnt mention his still
unofficial rank...hoping
to bluff his way thru this rather.....
disturbing turn of events. At this
the Vulcan slapped Wes
brutally against the face " Be silent, you steller
fucktoy" he
bellowed.
" Bu But Vulcan's are members of the Federation....a..
a.. and
peaceful too" Wes protested.
" Yes," the Vulcan
continued, " but my time of Pon'far is here and
my shipmated
told me of that the finest ass known to this quadrent was
aboard
that ship." He raised an eeyebrow appraisingly as his gaze ran up
Wes's body.The Starfleet uniform hugging every boyish curve on
his virgin
body. "And it appears they were correct" the Vulcan
finished.
Before Wes could raise a protest, the Vulcan orderedf
the Ferengi
to strip his uniform off... revealing the teen body
that had made both
male and female crewmembers on the Enterprise
drool in lust. Wes's thin,
but well toned body was all but
hairless.....which betrayed thelargeness
of the perfectly shaped
tool which hung between his athletic legs.
Kor, the Klingon, let
out a pent up breath at the sight of Wesley
Crusher's impressive
boy tool, but the Vulcan's eyes were glued to the
ferngi as he
proceded to turn Wes around and part his perfectly rounded
ass
cheeks for his viewing. The Ferengi put a finger in his mouth to wet
it then he
Wesley's Anal Ordeal
Part 2
"OWWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high pitched voice as Bok
Dar the
Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight
virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp" laughed the
klingon, cupping his growng
member at the sight of Wesleys
totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass.
Taul, the Vulcan
captain and leader of Wes's abducters added, " Yes
indeed, his
is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold. Bok
Dar
continued to finger fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned
in
discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interregation room Bak"
ordered Taul.
NO NO NO This can't be happening thought
Wesley. He had known that
many members of the Enterprize thot
him attractive, but no one had made a
pass at him, unless you
counted Commander Riker's ass pats as
passes....come to think of
it, the Commander seemed rather fond of
patting Wes's ass
lately....but nothing could have prepared him for having
his ass
gouged by a horny Feringi. They'll never accept me at the Academy
if they found out about this, thought Wesley ......Wesley had
never heard
about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell
Week.......Picard had
been sheilding him....but nothing could
sheild him now as Bok pushed him
on his hand and knees into the
interoggation room....now with two Feringi
digits penetrating
his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and
knees before I fuck
him, especially a human boy...they're so
soft and woman-like, " offered
Kor. "This is how we Feringi
treat our women" replied Bok Dar, " I thot
the lad had better
get use to it.
"ENOUGH" shouted Tau " I can no longer hold back
the ancient calling of
Pan Far........Ensign Wesley
Crusher....prepare to be fucked" the
lustfilled Vulcan concluded
as he snapped the two side buttons holding on
his metalic
breifs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock,
approximatly
9 inches long....green tinged from the Vulcan blood that was
rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its lengh because it was
the same
size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering.
Wesley's eyes got even
wider when Kor ,the renegade Klingon,
stepped directly in front of
him,.already undressed, and pointed
an impossibly huge, deformed looking
brownish cock at his tender
mouth. "This is for you, Federation
whore-boy" he said as he
pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth.
"Kiss the pre-cum
off my warrior dick, pussy boy."
Weslley closed his lips
tightly, but Kor said something in Feringi and
Dok Bar responded
by inserting a third finger into Wesley's now stretched
asshole.
Wesley opened his mouth to scream and Kor.....
Next......
The Rape of Ensign Crusher
From: bran27@aol.com (Bran27)
Subject: Wes's Anal Ordeal Pt. 3
Date: 20 Jan 1995 19:48:34
-0500
As Wesley opened his mouth in agony Kor slid the
gigantic head of
his Klingon cock into his soft boy-mouth. Wes's
scream became a gurgle as
he began nursing the head in
compliance with Kor's bellowing order to
please his warrior dick
with his pussyboy mouth.
As Kor slid another two thick inches
into Wesley's stretched mouth,
Taul the Vulcan pushed the
Ferengi away from Wesley's ass. " Your round
ass was made to be
fucked, Ensign," he said, " now fulfill your destiny
and become
my whore." Taul rubbed his dripping cock across Wes's virgin
hole so that the green pre-cum would act as lubricant then
without warning
rammed all 9 inches DEEP into acting Ensign
Crusher's delicious ass.
Wes's eyes bulged and he began to gag
in pain, but Kor's response
was to shove another three inches of
Klingon meat into his yeilding mouth,
which was now so stretched
that Wesley's saliva was being forced out of
the corners of his
mouth. Wes looked up at Kor, pleading with his big,
doelike
brown eyes. Kor showed no mercy and gave a grunt as he rammed the
last 5 inches down Wesley's throat.
Kor grabbed a handful of
Wes's hair and began to move ion a swaying
motion, fucking
Wesley's face and throat, as Taul now began to ass fuck
Wes in
earnest. Bak Dar was jacking his slender but long Feringi cock at
the sight of Ensign Crusher's dual rape. The sight of the
Federation
Flagship's mascot being made into a fucktoy rapidly
bringing Bak to
climax.
Kor quickened his pace and began
slamming his cock down Wesley's
throat, forcing it further down
by yanking Wes's head forward by the
fistful of hair he clasped.
With a chilling roar he came, spewing 2 pints
of greyish cum
into Wesley's raw throat. As Wes's face contoted at the
bitter
taste, Bak Dar replaced the Klingon in front of Wesley's face, and
forcing Wes's mouth open shoved his thin 8 inch orange dick down
Wes's
well lubricated throat. After a few deep thrusts into the
slut's mouth,
Bak withdrew his cock.
"Let whoever dares see
the face of the Enterprize's chosen mascot
covered in my seed"
Bak stated with satisfaction as his cock spewed thick
gobs of
yellow Feringi cum allover Wesley's twisted face.
" Stick your
pink human tonge out and lick the cum off your face,
human dog"
Taul gruffly ordered from behind as he rammed all 9 inched of
his throbbing green Vulcan cock DEEP into Wesley's barbarically
stretched
ass. Only when Kor gripped his neck and began to
squeeze did the young,
brutalized Ensign respond and stick out
his tongue, lashing it around his
face, sopping up the yellow
chunks of Ferengi sperm.
" Now swallow, or I'll castrate you"
ordered Taul. Wesley
complied, his spirit completely broken and
tasted the acidic flavor of Bak
Dar's wad.
Taul was giving
Wes's ass a galactic fuck, pulling out all 9
inches then ramming
the entire lengh back in.. With a shout of "Pan Far
is
achieved!!" Taul filled Wesley's ass with 7 years worth of green
cum.Wesley's abdomen swelled noticably as LITERALLY a gallon of
green
Vulcan sperm pumped into his ruined ass and into his
intestines.
Just as Kor stepped behing Wes to begin where Taul
had just left
off, Wes's body began to shimmer and.......
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:38:48
Subject:
How did this become the
Penthouse Forum.
From: Jim <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:38:42
Subject: Site that talks about pipe bombs and
mailboxes
Check out this site that explains how to use
pipe bombs in mailboxes, just like this guy did! Is this where they
got the idea. It looks like a normal page selling a product then all
of sudden they start talking about putting pipe bombs in mailboxes!!
Look:
http://www.geocities.com/promotingyourmessage2002
From: Jobe Low <JLow@hotmail.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:38:26
Subject: Da (mail)
Bomb!!!
Theodore Kaczynski move over!! These guys rock
the house!!
From: Pappa Smurf <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:38:24
Subject: THE REAL STORY
Smurfs are
called...
The Smurfs in England and the USA
De Smurfen
in the Netherlands and part of Belgium
Les Schtroumpfs in France
and part of Belgium
Die Schlümpfe in Germany
Los Pitufos in
Spain
Barrufets in Catalonia (Spain)
I Puffi in Italy
Smølferne in Denmark
Smerfy in Poland
Smoulove in Czech
Republic.
Smurffit in Finland
Smurfene in Norway
Smurfarna in Sweden
Strumf in Croatia
Strumparnir in
Iceland
Smurfies in South Africa
Os Estrumpfes in Portugal
Törpök in Hungary
Sirinler in Turkey
Dardasim in Israel
Sumafu in Japan
(print out this handy list and study
it!!!)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Smurfy Sexism: Drawn with a Biased Hand
By
Mariruth Graham
Cartoons are the highlight of every child's
day. I remember waking up every Saturday morning overcome with
dread, wondering if my dad had a hangover, yet joyous nonetheless
knowing that all day I would be watching my favorite television
programs. Shows like Jem, My Little Pony, The Monchichis, and my all
time very most favorite-- The Smurfs, could brighten any kid's day.
Now that I am more educated and less naive, I look back on that one
show and am appalled to find latent sexist messages. The Smurfs have
only one female character, Smurfette, which creates a subtle
problematic. Smurfette's stereotypical "female" physical
characteristics, personal attributes, and anonymous role in the
Smurf community and Smurf Realpolitik promote inaccurate stereotypes
of females.
Smurfette's physical appearance marks her as a
charicature of a hoochie-momma, and this promotes sexism through the
insulting image of women she perpetuates. From the moment you see
Smurfette's delicate physical features, her blond flowing hair,
those shapely legs, and always in that tight white dress and
"fuck-me" heels, you immediately expect her to be one hell of a
classy, feminine broad, in all her actions and speech. Studies show
that children are easily fooled by such feminine stereotypes, "North
American children report that viewing gender biased materials leads
to gender biased attitudes." (Davidson, Yasuna & Tower, 1979,
Pingree, 1978.) This study supports the notion that children are
impressionable and can mimic the attributes of television
characters, often to the point where it becomes quite annoying. In
the cartoon The Smurfs, Smurfette always wears her hair down and
when danger strikes she is forced to run in high heels-- is this
fair? The creators of Smurfette confine her in tight, revealing
clothes. The message this conveys is certainly not a positive one
for children.
Smurfette's personality traits, such as
her tendency to worry or be silent, create a subtle, yet forceful,
sexist subtext as well. Whenever Smurfette speaks she begins every
sentence with the signal exclamatory clause, "Oh!" For example, she
says to Papa Smurf, "Oh! I don't know how you could sleep all right!
I've been worried all night!", in reference to the younger Smurfs'
"special" night spent alone outside. Because the writers burden
Smurfette alone to endure the entire community's feelings of anxiety
and concern for children's safety, they make a pathetic spectacle of
their own biases towards all women. Whether the scene entails the
Smurfs running from Gargamel (their antagonist, and one heck of a
nice guy,) or reflecting on the day's activities in Smurf Village,
the writers consistently position Smurfette next to or near Papa
Smurf within the mise-en-scene. In one show she stands silently
adjacent to Papa Smurf, facing the other Smurfs, while he praises
their group work ethic. Visually, because Smurfette does not stand
together with her proletarian Smurf comrades, spectators could be
lead to assume that she actually does not fit into the group's
dynamics. When female children are forced to watch hour upon hour of
Smurfette's daily routine they subliminally accept her actions as
right, and tend to mimic her perverted characterization of the
feminine at the least appropriate times. However, when male children
observe Smurfette's actions they usually assume her behavior is
typical, and expect other females to act and respond in a similar
fashion.
Smurfette does not have a specific job title
attached to her name, and as such other Smurfs must view her as
insignificant. She does not have a trade, or the ability to
contribute any useful product to the Smurf community. Because Smurf
Village bears a suspicious resemblance to a communist society,
having a vocation probably secures one's position of power and
authority within the Smurf commune. Characters such as Handy Smurf
(the architect,) and Jokey Smurf (the group's comic relief,) all
have very definite responsibilities to their Smurf comrades, and
appear certain in their knowledge that they have their place in
society. Not giving Smurfette a job or title sends the message that
women should agree to perform any assignment, chore, task, or
perverted sex act that men can dream up. Whether the task be to help
save a fellow Smurf from Gargamel, or to take care of the adolescent
Smurfs, Smurfette must rise to any and all occasions. Her
unemployment directly correlates with her insignificance to the
community. Young male fans of The Smurfs may begin to view all
females as subordinate, and they may even try not to embody any
feminine qualities for fear of being as insignificant as Smurfette.
One study on children's television shows in Japan it suggests that
children learn, "being feminine is not rewarding in that it is
consistently related to a loss of social power" (Rolandelli.) If
another Smurf embodies a typically female characteristic such as
obsessive concern for their appearance, as Vanity Smurf does, or an
interest in the arts, as Painter Smurf does, the writers always give
them effeminate characteristics as well. Vanity Smurf speaks with a
lisp and wears a flower behind his ear and his job seems vague which
makes him insignificant as well.
If that annoying The
Smurfs theme song permanently remains in the heads of children young
and old, what other dangerous influences from the show will too? In
order for women to be fairly portrayed in cartoons at this point in
time a feminist hand is clearly needed. Nicole Hollander, the author
of a comic strip called Sylvia, has created a strong female
character we can all truly respect. Sylvia is smart enough to
concentrate on her friendships rather than relationships with men,
finds no interest in politics or sports, but readers of the strip
know her as a strong-willed individual with her own views about
life. Smurfette wears a dress every day, actually the same dress
every day, making it difficult to take her seriously if we judge by
appearance, or personal hygiene alone. Sylvia's humble and simple
appearance, and her sharp, witty comments probably help people see
her as a serious person and not just some broad. Because cartoons
never get old or stop being syndicated, future writers should be
more conscientious about what they write and how they draw a certain
character because its' actions and words could have a harmful effect
on many people in future generations.
Works Cited
Davidson E.S., Yasuna A., & Tower. "The Effects of
Television Cartoons on Sex-Role Stereotyping in Young Girls," Child
Development, 1979, p. 597-600.
Pingree S. "The Effects of
Nonsexist Television Commercials and Perception of Reality on
Children's Attitudes About Women," Psychology of Women Quarterly,
1978, p. 262-277.
Rondelli "Gender Role Portrayal Analysis of
Children's Television Programming in Japan," Human Relations,
December 1991, p. 1273-99.
Smurfs are called...
The
Smurfs in England and the USA
De Smurfen in the Netherlands and
part of Belgium
Les Schtroumpfs in France and part of Belgium
Die Schlümpfe in Germany
Los Pitufos in Spain
Barrufets
in Catalonia (Spain)
I Puffi in Italy
Smølferne in Denmark
Smerfy in Poland
Smoulove in Czech Republic.
Smurffit in
Finland
Smurfene in Norway
Smurfarna in Sweden
Strumf in
Croatia
Strumparnir in Iceland
Smurfies in South Africa
Os Estrumpfes in Portugal
Törpök in Hungary
Sirinler in
Turkey
Dardasim in Israel
Sumafu in Japan
(print out
this handy list and study it!!!)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Smurfy Sexism: Drawn with a Biased Hand
By
Mariruth Graham
Cartoons are the highlight of every child's
day. I remember waking up every Saturday morning overcome with
dread, wondering if my dad had a hangover, yet joyous nonetheless
knowing that all day I would be watching my favorite television
programs. Shows like Jem, My Little Pony, The Monchichis, and my all
time very most favorite-- The Smurfs, could brighten any kid's day.
Now that I am more educated and less naive, I look back on that one
show and am appalled to find latent sexist messages. The Smurfs have
only one female character, Smurfette, which creates a subtle
problematic. Smurfette's stereotypical "female" physical
characteristics, personal attributes, and anonymous role in the
Smurf community and Smurf Realpolitik promote inaccurate stereotypes
of females.
Smurfette's physical appearance marks her as a
charicature of a hoochie-momma, and this promotes sexism through the
insulting image of women she perpetuates. From the moment you see
Smurfette's delicate physical features, her blond flowing hair,
those shapely legs, and always in that tight white dress and
"fuck-me" heels, you immediately expect her to be one hell of a
classy, feminine broad, in all her actions and speech. Studies show
that children are easily fooled by such feminine stereotypes, "North
American children report that viewing gender biased materials leads
to gender biased attitudes." (Davidson, Yasuna & Tower, 1979,
Pingree, 1978.) This study supports the notion that children are
impressionable and can mimic the attributes of television
characters, often to the point where it becomes quite annoying. In
the cartoon The Smurfs, Smurfette always wears her hair down and
when danger strikes she is forced to run in high heels-- is this
fair? The creators of Smurfette confine her in tight, revealing
clothes. The message this conveys is certainly not a positive one
for children.
Smurfette's personality traits, such as
her tendency to worry or be silent, create a subtle, yet forceful,
sexist subtext as well. Whenever Smurfette speaks she begins every
sentence with the signal exclamatory clause, "Oh!" For example, she
says to Papa Smurf, "Oh! I don't know how you could sleep all right!
I've been worried all night!", in reference to the younger Smurfs'
"special" night spent alone outside. Because the writers burden
Smurfette alone to endure the entire community's feelings of anxiety
and concern for children's safety, they make a pathetic spectacle of
their own biases towards all women. Whether the scene entails the
Smurfs running from Gargamel (their antagonist, and one heck of a
nice guy,) or reflecting on the day's activities in Smurf Village,
the writers consistently position Smurfette next to or near Papa
Smurf within the mise-en-scene. In one show she stands silently
adjacent to Papa Smurf, facing the other Smurfs, while he praises
their group work ethic. Visually, because Smurfette does not stand
together with her proletarian Smurf comrades, spectators could be
lead to assume that she actually does not fit into the group's
dynamics. When female children are forced to watch hour upon hour of
Smurfette's daily routine they subliminally accept her actions as
right, and tend to mimic her perverted characterization of the
feminine at the least appropriate times. However, when male children
observe Smurfette's actions they usually assume her behavior is
typical, and expect other females to act and respond in a similar
fashion.
Smurfette does not have a specific job title
attached to her name, and as such other Smurfs must view her as
insignificant. She does not have a trade, or the ability to
contribute any useful product to the Smurf community. Because Smurf
Village bears a suspicious resemblance to a communist society,
having a vocation probably secures one's position of power and
authority within the Smurf commune. Characters such as Handy Smurf
(the architect,) and Jokey Smurf (the group's comic relief,) all
have very definite responsibilities to their Smurf comrades, and
appear certain in their knowledge that they have their place in
society. Not giving Smurfette a job or title sends the message that
women should agree to perform any assignment, chore, task, or
perverted sex act that men can dream up. Whether the task be to help
save a fellow Smurf from Gargamel, or to take care of the adolescent
Smurfs, Smurfette must rise to any and all occasions. Her
unemployment directly correlates with her insignificance to the
community. Young male fans of The Smurfs may begin to view all
females as subordinate, and they may even try not to embody any
feminine qualities for fear of being as insignificant as Smurfette.
One study on children's television shows in Japan it suggests that
children learn, "being feminine is not rewarding in that it is
consistently related to a loss of social power" (Rolandelli.) If
another Smurf embodies a typically female characteristic such as
obsessive concern for their appearance, as Vanity Smurf does, or an
interest in the arts, as Painter Smurf does, the writers always give
them effeminate characteristics as well. Vanity Smurf speaks with a
lisp and wears a flower behind his ear and his job seems vague which
makes him insignificant as well.
If that annoying The
Smurfs theme song permanently remains in the heads of children young
and old, what other dangerous influences from the show will too? In
order for women to be fairly portrayed in cartoons at this point in
time a feminist hand is clearly needed. Nicole Hollander, the author
of a comic strip called Sylvia, has created a strong female
character we can all truly respect. Sylvia is smart enough to
concentrate on her friendships rather than relationships with men,
finds no interest in politics or sports, but readers of the strip
know her as a strong-willed individual with her own views about
life. Smurfette wears a dress every day, actually the same dress
every day, making it difficult to take her seriously if we judge by
appearance, or personal hygiene alone. Sylvia's humble and simple
appearance, and her sharp, witty comments probably help people see
her as a serious person and not just some broad. Because cartoons
never get old or stop being syndicated, future writers should be
more conscientious about what they write and how they draw a certain
character because its' actions and words could have a harmful effect
on many people in future generations.
Works Cited
Davidson E.S., Yasuna A., & Tower. "The Effects of
Television Cartoons on Sex-Role Stereotyping in Young Girls," Child
Development, 1979, p. 597-600.
Pingree S. "The Effects of
Nonsexist Television Commercials and Perception of Reality on
Children's Attitudes About Women," Psychology of Women Quarterly,
1978, p. 262-277.
Rondelli "Gender Role Portrayal Analysis of
Children's Television Programming in Japan," Human Relations,
December 1991, p. 1273-99.
Smurfs are called...
The Smurfs in England and the USA
De Smurfen in the
Netherlands and part of Belgium
Les Schtroumpfs in France and
part of Belgium
Die Schlümpfe in Germany
Los Pitufos in
Spain
Barrufets in Catalonia (Spain)
I Puffi in Italy
Smølferne in Denmark
Smerfy in Poland
Smoulove in Czech
Republic.
Smurffit in Finland
Smurfene in Norway
Smurfarna in Sweden
Strumf in Croatia
Strumparnir in
Iceland
Smurfies in South Africa
Os Estrumpfes in Portugal
Törpök in Hungary
Sirinler in Turkey
Dardasim in Israel
Sumafu in Japan
(print out this handy list and study
it!!!)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Smurfy Sexism: Drawn with a Biased Hand
By
Mariruth Graham
Cartoons are the highlight of every child's
day. I remember waking up every Saturday morning overcome with
dread, wondering if my dad had a hangover, yet joyous nonetheless
knowing that all day I would be watching my favorite television
programs. Shows like Jem, My Little Pony, The Monchichis, and my all
time very most favorite-- The Smurfs, could brighten any kid's day.
Now that I am more educated and less naive, I look back on that one
show and am appalled to find latent sexist messages. The Smurfs have
only one female character, Smurfette, which creates a subtle
problematic. Smurfette's stereotypical "female" physical
characteristics, personal attributes, and anonymous role in the
Smurf community and Smurf Realpolitik promote inaccurate stereotypes
of females.
Smurfette's physical appearance marks her as a
charicature of a hoochie-momma, and this promotes sexism through the
insulting image of women she perpetuates. From the moment you see
Smurfette's delicate physical features, her blond flowing hair,
those shapely legs, and always in that tight white dress and
"fuck-me" heels, you immediately expect her to be one hell of a
classy, feminine broad, in all her actions and speech. Studies show
that children are easily fooled by such feminine stereotypes, "North
American children report that viewing gender biased materials leads
to gender biased attitudes." (Davidson, Yasuna & Tower, 1979,
Pingree, 1978.) This study supports the notion that children are
impressionable and can mimic the attributes of television
characters, often to the point where it becomes quite annoying. In
the cartoon The Smurfs, Smurfette always wears her hair down and
when danger strikes she is forced to run in high heels-- is this
fair? The creators of Smurfette confine her in tight, revealing
clothes. The message this conveys is certainly not a positive one
for children.
Smurfette's personality traits, such as
her tendency to worry or be silent, create a subtle, yet forceful,
sexist subtext as well. Whenever Smurfette speaks she begins every
sentence with the signal exclamatory clause, "Oh!" For example, she
says to Papa Smurf, "Oh! I don't know how you could sleep all right!
I've been worried all night!", in reference to the younger Smurfs'
"special" night spent alone outside. Because the writers burden
Smurfette alone to endure the entire community's feelings of anxiety
and concern for children's safety, they make a pathetic spectacle of
their own biases towards all women. Whether the scene entails the
Smurfs running from Gargamel (their antagonist, and one heck of a
nice guy,) or reflecting on the day's activities in Smurf Village,
the writers consistently position Smurfette next to or near Papa
Smurf within the mise-en-scene. In one show she stands silently
adjacent to Papa Smurf, facing the other Smurfs, while he praises
their group work ethic. Visually, because Smurfette does not stand
together with her proletarian Smurf comrades, spectators could be
lead to assume that she actually does not fit into the group's
dynamics. When female children are forced to watch hour upon hour of
Smurfette's daily routine they subliminally accept her actions as
right, and tend to mimic her perverted characterization of the
feminine at the least appropriate times. However, when male children
observe Smurfette's actions they usually assume her behavior is
typical, and expect other females to act and respond in a similar
fashion.
Smurfette does not have a specific job title
attached to her name, and as such other Smurfs must view her as
insignificant. She does not have a trade, or the ability to
contribute any useful product to the Smurf community. Because Smurf
Village bears a suspicious resemblance to a communist society,
having a vocation probably secures one's position of power and
authority within the Smurf commune. Characters such as Handy Smurf
(the architect,) and Jokey Smurf (the group's comic relief,) all
have very definite responsibilities to their Smurf comrades, and
appear certain in their knowledge that they have their place in
society. Not giving Smurfette a job or title sends the message that
women should agree to perform any assignment, chore, task, or
perverted sex act that men can dream up. Whether the task be to help
save a fellow Smurf from Gargamel, or to take care of the adolescent
Smurfs, Smurfette must rise to any and all occasions. Her
unemployment directly correlates with her insignificance to the
community. Young male fans of The Smurfs may begin to view all
females as subordinate, and they may even try not to embody any
feminine qualities for fear of being as insignificant as Smurfette.
One study on children's television shows in Japan it suggests that
children learn, "being feminine is not rewarding in that it is
consistently related to a loss of social power" (Rolandelli.) If
another Smurf embodies a typically female characteristic such as
obsessive concern for their appearance, as Vanity Smurf does, or an
interest in the arts, as Painter Smurf does, the writers always give
them effeminate characteristics as well. Vanity Smurf speaks with a
lisp and wears a flower behind his ear and his job seems vague which
makes him insignificant as well.
If that annoying The
Smurfs theme song permanently remains in the heads of children young
and old, what other dangerous influences from the show will too? In
order for women to be fairly portrayed in cartoons at this point in
time a feminist hand is clearly needed. Nicole Hollander, the author
of a comic strip called Sylvia, has created a strong female
character we can all truly respect. Sylvia is smart enough to
concentrate on her friendships rather than relationships with men,
finds no interest in politics or sports, but readers of the strip
know her as a strong-willed individual with her own views about
life. Smurfette wears a dress every day, actually the same dress
every day, making it difficult to take her seriously if we judge by
appearance, or personal hygiene alone. Sylvia's humble and simple
appearance, and her sharp, witty comments probably help people see
her as a serious person and not just some broad. Because cartoons
never get old or stop being syndicated, future writers should be
more conscientious about what they write and how they draw a certain
character because its' actions and words could have a harmful effect
on many people in future generations.
Works Cited
Davidson E.S., Yasuna A., & Tower. "The Effects of
Television Cartoons on Sex-Role Stereotyping in Young Girls," Child
Development, 1979, p. 597-600.
Pingree S. "The Effects of
Nonsexist Television Commercials and Perception of Reality on
Children's Attitudes About Women," Psychology of Women Quarterly,
1978, p. 262-277.
Rondelli "Gender Role Portrayal Analysis of
Children's Television Programming in Japan," Human Relations,
December 1991, p. 1273-99.
Smurfs are called...
The Smurfs in England and the USA
De Smurfen in the
Netherlands and part of Belgium
Les Schtroumpfs in France and
part of Belgium
Die Schlümpfe in Germany
Los Pitufos in
Spain
Barrufets in Catalonia (Spain)
I Puffi in Italy
Smølferne in Denmark
Smerfy in Poland
Smoulove in Czech
Republic.
Smurffit in Finland
Smurfene in Norway
Smurfarna in Sweden
Strumf in Croatia
Strumparnir in
Iceland
Smurfies in South Africa
Os Estrumpfes in Portugal
Törpök in Hungary
Sirinler in Turkey
Dardasim in Israel
Sumafu in Japan
(print out this handy list and study
it!!!)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Smurfy Sexism: Drawn with a Biased Hand
By
Mariruth Graham
Cartoons are the highlight of every child's
day. I remember waking up every Saturday morning overcome with
dread, wondering if my dad had a hangover, yet joyous nonetheless
knowing that all day I would be watching my favorite television
programs. Shows like Jem, My Little Pony, The Monchichis, and my all
time very most favorite-- The Smurfs, could brighten any kid's day.
Now that I am more educated and less naive, I look back on that one
show and am appalled to find latent sexist messages. The Smurfs have
only one female character, Smurfette, which creates a subtle
problematic. Smurfette's stereotypical "female" physical
characteristics, personal attributes, and anonymous role in the
Smurf community and Smurf Realpolitik promote inaccurate stereotypes
of females.
Smurfette's physical appearance marks her as a
charicature of a hoochie-momma, and this promotes sexism through the
insulting image of women she perpetuates. From the moment you see
Smurfette's delicate physical features, her blond flowing hair,
those shapely legs, and always in that tight white dress and
"fuck-me" heels, you immediately expect her to be one hell of a
classy, feminine broad, in all her actions and speech. Studies show
that children are easily fooled by such feminine stereotypes, "North
American children report that viewing gender biased materials leads
to gender biased attitudes." (Davidson, Yasuna & Tower, 1979,
Pingree, 1978.) This study supports the notion that children are
impressionable and can mimic the attributes of television
characters, often to the point where it becomes quite annoying. In
the cartoon The Smurfs, Smurfette always wears her hair down and
when danger strikes she is forced to run in high heels-- is this
fair? The creators of Smurfette confine her in tight, revealing
clothes. The message this conveys is certainly not a positive one
for children.
Smurfette's personality traits, such as
her tendency to worry or be silent, create a subtle, yet forceful,
sexist subtext as well. Whenever Smurfette speaks she begins every
sentence with the signal exclamatory clause, "Oh!" For example, she
says to Papa Smurf, "Oh! I don't know how you could sleep all right!
I've been worried all night!", in reference to the younger Smurfs'
"special" night spent alone outside. Because the writers burden
Smurfette alone to endure the entire community's feelings of anxiety
and concern for children's safety, they make a pathetic spectacle of
their own biases towards all women. Whether the scene entails the
Smurfs running from Gargamel (their antagonist, and one heck of a
nice guy,) or reflecting on the day's activities in Smurf Village,
the writers consistently position Smurfette next to or near Papa
Smurf within the mise-en-scene. In one show she stands silently
adjacent to Papa Smurf, facing the other Smurfs, while he praises
their group work ethic. Visually, because Smurfette does not stand
together with her proletarian Smurf comrades, spectators could be
lead to assume that she actually does not fit into the group's
dynamics. When female children are forced to watch hour upon hour of
Smurfette's daily routine they subliminally accept her actions as
right, and tend to mimic her perverted characterization of the
feminine at the least appropriate times. However, when male children
observe Smurfette's actions they usually assume her behavior is
typical, and expect other females to act and respond in a similar
fashion.
Smurfette does not have a specific job title
attached to her name, and as such other Smurfs must view her as
insignificant. She does not have a trade, or the ability to
contribute any useful product to the Smurf community. Because Smurf
Village bears a suspicious resemblance to a communist society,
having a vocation probably secures one's position of power and
authority within the Smurf commune. Characters such as Handy Smurf
(the architect,) and Jokey Smurf (the group's comic relief,) all
have very definite responsibilities to their Smurf comrades, and
appear certain in their knowledge that they have their place in
society. Not giving Smurfette a job or title sends the message that
women should agree to perform any assignment, chore, task, or
perverted sex act that men can dream up. Whether the task be to help
save a fellow Smurf from Gargamel, or to take care of the adolescent
Smurfs, Smurfette must rise to any and all occasions. Her
unemployment directly correlates with her insignificance to the
community. Young male fans of The Smurfs may begin to view all
females as subordinate, and they may even try not to embody any
feminine qualities for fear of being as insignificant as Smurfette.
One study on children's television shows in Japan it suggests that
children learn, "being feminine is not rewarding in that it is
consistently related to a loss of social power" (Rolandelli.) If
another Smurf embodies a typically female characteristic such as
obsessive concern for their appearance, as Vanity Smurf does, or an
interest in the arts, as Painter Smurf does, the writers always give
them effeminate characteristics as well. Vanity Smurf speaks with a
lisp and wears a flower behind his ear and his job seems vague which
makes him insignificant as well.
If that annoying The
Smurfs theme song permanently remains in the heads of children young
and old, what other dangerous influences from the show will too? In
order for women to be fairly portrayed in cartoons at this point in
time a feminist hand is clearly needed. Nicole Hollander, the author
of a comic strip called Sylvia, has created a strong female
character we can all truly respect. Sylvia is smart enough to
concentrate on her friendships rather than relationships with men,
finds no interest in politics or sports, but readers of the strip
know her as a strong-willed individual with her own views about
life. Smurfette wears a dress every day, actually the same dress
every day, making it difficult to take her seriously if we judge by
appearance, or personal hygiene alone. Sylvia's humble and simple
appearance, and her sharp, witty comments probably help people see
her as a serious person and not just some broad. Because cartoons
never get old or stop being syndicated, future writers should be
more conscientious about what they write and how they draw a certain
character because its' actions and words could have a harmful effect
on many people in future generations.
Works Cited
Davidson E.S., Yasuna A., & Tower. "The Effects of
Television Cartoons on Sex-Role Stereotyping in Young Girls," Child
Development, 1979, p. 597-600.
Pingree S. "The Effects of
Nonsexist Television Commercials and Perception of Reality on
Children's Attitudes About Women," Psychology of Women Quarterly,
1978, p. 262-277.
Rondelli "Gender Role Portrayal Analysis of
Children's Television Programming in Japan," Human Relations,
December 1991, p. 1273-99.
From: e-sensei <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:37:16
Subject: bass player
I hear your bass
player is 'da bomb.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:37:02
Subject:
Wesley was startled by the
door chime. He had not been expecting him so
soon.
"Jeez, the kid must have run the entire way. We've only been
docked three
minutes."
Wesley was excited that all his
planning was about to bear fruit. It was
his first time back
abroad the Enterprise since leaving for the Academy.
After a
year at the Academy every cadet was required to spend a semester
abroad a starship. Wesley was not sure how he should react when
he heard
his assignment was to be on the Enterprise. It was
definitely an honor to
be posted to the flagship of the fleet,
but it was difficult to develop
much independence on a ship
where his mother was chief medical officer.
When he learned
they were scheduled to dock at DS9, Wesley had asked the
captain
if he could take part in the Starfleet Dependents Mentoring
Program. It had not been difficult to convince Picard that
giving some
teenager a three day introduction to the Enterprise
would be an excellent
use of a cadet's time.
Since he
had checked the database before even speaking to the captain,
Wesley was not surprised when he was told that there was only
one Starfleet
dependent teenager on DS9. The teenager was 16
year old Jake Sisko. His
father was commander of the station.
Being the only human teenager on
board Wesley had suspected Jake
would welcome the opportunity to be able to
take part in the
program. Wesley had also learned that just like him, Jake
was
growing up in the home of a single parent who was very busy with
Starfleet duties. And now Wesley was finally about to meet him
in the
flesh.
Wesley stepped to the door, took a deep
breath and pushed the door release.
As the door opened, he was
again startled because Jake was taller than he
was. Records from
the remote stations are only downloaded periodically,
and Jake
Sisko had obviously grown quite a bit since the last download.
Before him stood a tall, thin, cute black boy. Wesley guessed he
was 180
cm tall, but he still probably weighed only about 55
kilos. Wesley stood
in the door dreaming about those long black
legs wrapped around his waist
or over his shoulders...
Awakened from his daydream, Wesley thought, "Man," he
thought "is this kid
just nervous or excited? He is blabbering
so much I can hardly get a word
in."
"Cadet Crusher, I'm
Jake Sisko. I have been watching the Enterprise dock
and I was
first one through the docking ring after it opened. I'm really
looking forward to getting a chance to spend some time on a
starship. And
not just any starship, but the flagship of the
fleet. Is it as
exciting..."
"Hold on a minute, Jake.
First, you can call me Wesley. Save that Cadet
Crusher stuff for
when we meet the captain. I'm only 2 years older than
you are.
Come on in and have a seat."
Jake sounded disappointed as
when he walked in he said "I thought your
quarters would have
windows, since your mother is a senior officer."
"Oh, Mom
does have senior officer quarters. When I returned to the
Enterprise, I requested my own quarters and a first year cadet's
quarters
are... well, a bit spartan. And definitely without
windows." Wesley knew
participants in the program received a
short bio about their Starfleet
contact, but suspected Jake must
have checked the database to learn more
about him too. Time to
put the plan into action.
"It must be lonely here with no
other human teenagers on the station."
"There aren't any
other human teenagers here, but I do have a friend. His
name is
Nog. He's Ferengi. Still, you're right. I really missed my
friends when Dad was assigned to DS9."
Although
disappointed to learn of Nog, Wesley still hoped that Jake would
welcome the attention of an slightly older human friend.
"I suppose you get to spend a lot of time with your father."
"Are you kidding! He is so busy running the station, that I
rarely see much
of him at all."
"Bingo!" thought Wesley.
"I know how that is. My father was killed when I
was only four,
and Mom has always been busy with her career. Would you
like
something to drink?"
"Sure, I'll take an orange juice."
Wesley started to move towards the next room where the
replicator was
located and then turned back to Jake.
"Why don't you take a look at some information on the
Enterprise while I'm
getting the drinks? Computer, access
database Wesley Crusher Alpha 3. Go
ahead Jake."
As soon
as he turned the corner Wesley used the key pad to secure lock the
door. Now it would take a security override by Worf himself to
open the
door. He also bumped the climate control up a few
degrees. Wesley got the
drinks and peeked around the corner.
Jake sat wide-eyed at the terminal.
The plan appeared to be
working.
Wesley came around the corner holding the drinks
and said "Oh Jake, let me
put that on the wall monitor for you."
Jake started to protest but before
he could say anything Wesley
had hit the control panel and the video Jake
had been watching
was on the large wall monitor. As soon as the image was
on the
monitor, Wesley feigned surprise and embarrassment and quickly
turned it off.
"Jake, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I accessed
the wrong database. Jake, please
don't say anything about this.
I could get in lots of trouble for showing
this to you. It was
an accident."
Jake sat at the desk looking stunned. He had
certainly never seen anything
like that before. He asked
"Where... Where did you get that?"
Wesley answered "I was
able to help a Dovellian trader straighten out a
computer core
problem and he gave me the database." The Dovellians were
know
to be the porn distributors of the universe. Wesley felt confident
that Jake, like most teenagers, was curious about what he had
just seen.
He let the silence fill the room as Jake continued to
stare at the blank
monitor.
"I've never seen anything
like that before."
"You won't mention it to anyone, will you
Jake?"
"Uh, no. Why should I?" finally looking up at Wesley.
Wesley took that as his cue and slowly asked "Would you like
to see more?"
He saw Jake swallow hard and then barely
whispered "Yes."
Wesley resumed playback of the video.
Watching the two boys on the screen
instantly made Wesley hard.
He moved behind Jake and noticed the boy's
breathing had
changed. After about 10 minutes of intense video boy-sex, he
began to massage Jake's shoulders. He moaned slightly as
Wesley's hands
began the massage.
Jake seemed to be
mesmerized by what he was watching. Wesley thought he
saw the
younger boy actually begin to shake. Wesley continued to massage
Jake's shoulders and let his hands begin to wander down Jake's
chest. He
continued to move his hands across Jake's chest and
pinched Jake's nipples,
which also became hard.
When the
video segment ended Wesley turned the chair towards him took Jake
by the hands and him pulled up out of the chair. He began to
move his
hands up and down Jake's sides, across his chest, and
back. He grabbed the
bottom of Jake's shirt and pulled it up
over his head revealing a thin,
hairless, 16 year old chest.
Wesley realized that Jake was gingerly
mirroring his actions. So
removed his own shirt so he could feel skin
touching skin. White
hands on black skin and black hands on white skin,
they
investigated the other's body. Wesley hugged the younger boy
tightly.
As he rubbed Jake's flat stomach he let his hand wander
south and began to
rub Jake's hardon through his pants.
Wesley couldn't help but notice the contrast between his own
pasty white
skin and the ebony skin of Jake Sisko.
He
leaned forward and sucked on Jake's nipples. The ensuing moans let
Wesley know that Jake was enjoying the attention. Wesley pushed
him
backward until Jake up against the desk. Wesley pushed him
back until his
bum scooted up on the desk. Wesley knelt, removed
Jake's shoes and socks
and sucked on his toes. Standing, he
gripped the waist of Jake's pants and
as Jake raised his bum off
the desk, Wesley peeled them off. Now the
object of his lust was
sitting before him in nothing but his shorts.
Wesley loved
the look of Jake's tight white y-fronts with a very noticeable
tent in the front. Wesley found himself thinking how convenient
it was
that teen boys often grew so quickly that their clothes
were at times a
size or two small.
After making good use
of his hands on Jake's stomach and thighs he pulled
down the
final bit of clothing to reveal the family jewels.
Wesley
licked the inside of Jake's thighs and then his balls. He took them
in his mouth one at a time and rolled them around. At the same
time his
hands continued to explore, spending increasingly more
time on the spot
between Jake's prick and rosebud.
Wesley tickled the head of Jake's prink with the tip of his
tongue and then
began to lick it like a candy cane. When he
finally went down on it, Jake
could not take much of it and was
soon cuming in Wesley's mouth.
After drinking all Jake had
to offer Wesley stood and pulled Jake toward
him. Jake stood and
hugged Wesley tightly and the two kissed deeply.
Tongue meet
tongue and explored the other mouth.
When they care up for
air, Wesley put his hand on Jake's hip and said "I
always did
like a boy with dimples." Jake started to giggle and Wesley
began to tickle him. Laughing, Wesley took him by the hand and
lead him to
the small bedroom.
Jake sat ont the edge of
the bed and began to remove Wesley's remaining
clothes. Wesley
laid himself on top of Jake and began to kiss him on the
neck.
Jake rolled Wesley over and started to work his way down Wesley's
slim body, kissing his mouth and then moving to his neck and
then the
nipples. When he got to the stomach Wesley stopped him.
"Not yet, Jake.
I want to try something else first."
Getting off the bed Wesley opened the nightstand and got the
jar of
Dovellian erotic jell the trader had also given him. He
looked back at
Jake to see a beautiful boy lying on his stomach
looking at him. Wesley
thought that he had never seen a more
wonderful sight.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he had Jake
scoot his bum right to the edge
of the bed and picked up his
long black legs. At first he just hugged
Jake's legs to his
chest and drank in the feeling of another body against
his.
Leaning forward he nearly bent Jake double as he kissed him once
more
on the mouth. It crossed Wesley's mind that the video he
was making of the
encounter would be a wonderful color contrast.
Again standing, Wesley used a handful of the jell and with
Jake's legs over
his shoulders, he pointed his slick prick at
Jake's anus and leaned into
him. As he entered him, he saw a
look of pain and yet of pleasure on
Jake's face. "Are you
alright Jake?"
"Yeah, just take it slow."
Wesley
gave him time to get used to the feeling as he slowly pushed deeper.
He felt his balls slap against Jake and he knew he was in all
the way.
This was not Wesley's first time, but there was a
difference he could not
have imagined between his friends on the
holodeck and the real live boy
under him.
Wesley was
beginning to hump fairly vigorously when grimacing all the
while, Jake began to laugh. Needless to say Wesley found this a
bit
disconcerting and crossly asked "What are you laughing
about?!"
"Well, we have been studying earth history in
school. Just yesterday we
were reading about the Romanian count
called Dracula."
"And what is so funny about Dracula that
you have to laugh while I am
fucking you?"
"Do you know
his other name?"
"Wasn't it Vlad."
"That's right.
Vlad the impaler. Look at you! You are Wesley the
impaler!!"
With that Jake began to laugh even harder.
Wesley did see
the humor in that and soon he too was laughing as he
continued
to "impale" his victim. Wesley felt Jake's legs tense and
watched as he came for the second time. Excited further by that
sight,
Wesley began to cum inside the boy.
An hour later
the Wesley awoke to find a naked 16 year old black boy with
dried cum on his stomach asleep on his chest. He woke him by
nipping on
his ear.
After a kiss he asked, "So, how do
you like the Enterprise so far?"
"Great," said Jake. "Is
this a typical welcome on the flagship of the
Federation?"
With that the two collapsed into a mass on laughing,
tickling, naked, teen
flesh. It was definitely going to be an
enjoyable three days!
From: God <God@heaven.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:36:50
Subject: Waiting for you.
Hi Luke -
see you soon! Texas has the death penalty!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:36:26
Subject:
Sure he had done it many
times he thought, but this time he had more
to protect. He was
"Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher". A screw up of this sort
could
ruin his position, his ability to study for the Academy.-- Hell,
the Academy itself, and the promising career after. This is why
he had
not had any holodeck sex for almost a year. Wesley was
aching for sex,
something that masturbation would not help. He
was also aching
for something new not the old programs.
After his other episodes in the holodeck, (one time almost
being caught
for falling asleep after quite a romp with "stars"
from "TV" from long
ago) he downloaded the parameters and
memories of all of the characters
on a few sets of isolinear
chips. He had built a memory module using the
specification of
the memory module that was built for Moriarti, but with
a few
modifications so that the rate of aging could be altered or even
stopped without the figures noticing any difference. He also set
up an
interface with the work station in his room so that he
could program worlds
for the characters to visit. He wanted to
develop some personality on their
own by letting the characters
interact with each other, and with situations
that Wesley could
program.
The program on the holodeck would partially be
controlled from the arch
in the holodeck, and partially
controlled remotely through subroutines
calling programs on this
memory module. There would be less cleanup work,
and less setup
time when and if he ever wanted to do this again. Memory
routines that erase themselves always need to be re-entered
which is quite
time consuming if they are not saved somewhere.
This time there would be no mistakes, no accidental
programming glitches
from nuances between security overrides and
safety overrides, no falling
asleep, no uninvited holo-visitors.
He dared not use any chemical enhancement
that could leave him
tired or erect for days. The uniform fits tight and
he did not
need to hear the whispers again about his oversized hard-on
that
would be obvious when sitting side by side with several officers in
Stellar Cartography (which is where he was scheduled to work
soon after
this adventure)
Wesley's new idea to keep
everything safe from prying eyes without creating
curious
security overrides was to run four programs in the holodeck at
the same time: A holodeck representation of him, a holodeck
representation
of a beach somewhere in the Caribbean for the
holographic Wesley to lounge
in, a third representation of the
same beach, but with his holographic
buddies River and Danny and
the fourth program was a wall of the holodeck
that would appear
like the holodeck if the first programs were shut off.
Anyone entering would interact only with the first two
programs, and
would not hear or see the third program. The
foce-field generations can
hold out light and sound; that is how
the programs work in the first place.
Anyone giving the command
to shut down the program would only terminate
the program of the
beach but not the other three programs. The second two
programs
are setup to terminate only by using gesture commands that Wesley
had programmed. He had created gesture commands for "stop",
"freeze" and
"end program". This way, it would appear that
Wesley was standing there
in a swimming suit in an empty
holodeck. Only Geordi could easily notice
that the image of
Wesley, and the images of the blank walls were holograms,
however; Geordi was at a engineering conference at Utopia
Planetia with
Leah Brahms. Just what Wesley had been waiting
for, and programming hard
for.
Wesley had worked long
and hard with this representation of himself.
The program was
set up to notify Wesley upon any intrusion into the holodeck,
and that any sounds occuring in the first program would be sent
into his
program. With a gesture command, the image of Wesley
could be made to say
what Wesley was saying so that better
interaction could be implemented.
The program even allowed him
to see others in the holodeck without the
other people seeing
him. He could even step into the back of the image
of himself
and use a gesture command shut it off. He had practiced long
and
hard with a holographic mirror to see that it appeared as if nothing
happened.
The time was at hand. He strolled through the
halls in his blue speedo-like
swimsuit to the smaller, less used
holodecks on deck eleven. He was carrying
a small bag containing
sun tan oil and some other essentials. No one said
anything to
him besides Commander Riker who he passed in the hall. Riker
made some offhand comment about Wesley trying to swim on another
planet
once and a while.
Wesley entered the holodeck. He
had reserved it two weeks ago when he
found out that Geordi was
leaving for the conference. He gave the command
"begin Wesley
Crusher 627". The computer said "working. . . give level
of
difficulty" which was actually a way to obtain a password by voice
command
from the holodeck back to the memory module back in his
room without it
leaving a security record. If anyone ever ran
"Crusher 627" and choose
any other response then "13 gamma 7
alpha 1 upsilon" (in his voice) they
would experience different
levels of waves and levels of sunlight of program
one, but would
not have the holographic Wesley or the other program with
Danny
and River.
The black and yellow grid yielded itself to the
soft white sand and
smell of night jasmine and warm humid wind.
The kind of breeze that makes
you want to run necked into the
ocean. Sitting a half mile down the beach
was a beautiful young
man sunning himself on the beach, Just off of the
beach was a
small house that Wesley had lovingly designed for his par amours
to live in this fantasy world. He had chosen other figures for
them to
interact with, but they were programmed to leave Wesley,
River and Danny
alone today. Wesley could make out the figure of
Danny going to meet River
on the water's edge.
Wesley
ran across the hot sand into the water, and then began the walk
up the beach at the waters edge where the sand was cooler. Danny
and River
did not notice Wesley at first. Danny was the first to
notice. Danny got
up and started walking to meet Wesley while
River remained seated. Danny
looked slightly different. Wesley
could not tell if it was aging, or the
fact he had not looked at
him for such a long time.
Wesley had done so many things for
Danny and River: Sent holographic
presents wrapped in
holographic wrapping paper to them in the memory module,
added
extensions to their house, sent them transportation to other
holodeck
programs that he downloaded from time to time. Danny
did not look any older,
but seemed different somehow. Just what
Wesley wanted-- character growth.
When Danny was still ten
meters away he stopped. He was smiling, but
seemed a bit timid.
Wesley spoke first, "Hello, how have you been". Danny
replied, "
I have been great in the world you have created for me. I can
have almost anything I want here. Wesley asked, "almost? what
have I not
given you". Danny looked away shyly, and said softly
"you". Wesley gave
out a small nervous laugh and said, "Well,
I'm here now".
Danny said, "I learned a new trick while you
were gone if you want to
see it". Wesley said okay. Danny shook
his head and covered his ears. When
he removed his hands, he had
pointed ears like a Vulcan. Wesley was stunned
and asked,
"where. . . why did you do that, and where did you learn about
Vulcans". Danny said, "You sent us a gift computer. I use the
internet
to access the ships computer when the memory module is
plugged into the
console in your room. I thought that Vulcans
were cute. . . You don't like
it, I'll change it back". Wesley
interrupted, "no, it's not that I don't
like it, It's just that
I have never seen a blond Vulcan before ". Danny
blushed. Wesley
had never thought of Vulcan's as "Cute" before; extremely
attractive, but "cute" seemed, well, not Vulcan at all.
They walked down the beach to River who was now playing in
the water
in his black speedoes. River said "long time no see--
like the car you
sent last month. . . Pretty cool". River had
changed so much less, he was
different, but not as different as
Danny. River was still to die for though,
and when he asked
Wesley to drop the trunks and come into the water, Wesley
almost
did. . . die that is.
River said, "what's up with the elf
ears Danny ?". Danny shrugged as
River went on to say, "I've
never seen ears like that except in picture
books and a few
movies. Are you trying to look like David Bennent in the
movie
`Legend'? The ears are wrong if you are". Danny replied, "no, just
trying to be me". Wesley turned around and stared a moment more
at the
beautiful blond Vulcan-looking teen, with white speedoes
and slender, slightly
muscular chest. He thought, "yes, he has
fleshed out just a bit, and damn,
has his cock gotten
longer...".
River sneaked up behind Wesley and pulled down
his swimming trunks while
Wesley's jaw was on the sand while
studying Danny's appearance. Wesley
turned around still wide
mouthed and River stuck his tongue in it. They
kissed
passionately, River put one arm around Wesley and the other around
Wesley's member. Wesley groaned in excitement. This is what he
remembered.
Wesley knew that he had tried to make his
holo-buddies more real, but some
things weren't expected.
Wesley groped for River's now hard 25 cm penis with one hand
and grabbed
River's ass with the other. Wesley turned around to
see where Danny was,
and he was walking up to the beach house
carrying the beach bag that Wesley
had dropped on the beach.
River holding on to Wesley purposely fell backwards
pulling
Wesley into the warm water. They continued to roll around in the
gentle waves.
Wesley was on his back when River began to
go down on him. Wesley groaned
in anticipation, but River
stopped just a couple of minutes into the blow
job. As Wesley
raised his head to see why he had stopped, he saw River
getting
ready to lift both of Wesley's legs at the knees. Before Wesley
could decide if he wanted to fuck or not, River had lifted
Wesley's legs
and pinned him in the pretzel position and began
to enter Wesley's tight
ass. River groaned in ecstasy, Wesley in
slight pain. The program was designed
to project large dicks,
but make them smaller upon entry to keep pain to
a minimum.
Wesley thought to himself, it is a good thing I did that or
I
couldn't sit still in Stellar Cartography.
As River pumped
Wesley harder and deeper, Wesley felt River's cock get
bigger
and bigger. It went deeper and deeper. It got thicker and thicker.
Wesley was torn between thinking about the excellent fuck he was
receiving,
or about the fact that the dick was continuing to
swell. He then realized
that the program was sensing that his
ass could take on more meat as Wesley
was relaxing and was
therefore complying. Just as that thought was going
through his
mind, he could feel the pulsations of the now 26cm long penis
beginning to ejaculate. River must have come for two minutes
straight before
slowing down. Wesley jacked off as River
finished the long hard fuck.
River began to once again go
down on Wesley. His head bobbed up and
down very fast and
Wesley's breathing became short as he groaned. Wesley's
body
stiffened and he shot his full load into River's willing mouth. They
both laid there fore a moment wet and sandy.
Wesley got
up and started to walk to the house. Wesley had not thought
about the sand, his ass was a bit tender now. Sand apparently
does not
fall under the holodeck safety measures-- ouch. Wesley
had hidden a real
epidermal regeneration kit in his beach bag
that Danny had carried back
into the house, which he was
actually quite anxious to use. Danny was on
the couch still
wearing his white speedoes when Wesley walked in.
Wesley
asked, "Danny, where is the beach bag". Danny replied, "on the
counter by the kitchen". Wesley walked over, removed the device
from the
bag, stepped behind the counter and used it. Danny
looked like he was trying
to hide a laugh. Wesley asked, "what
is up with you, first you are timid,
then moody when I was with
River, now you are laughing at me ?".
Danny stopped his
smiling, and returned to being broody as he stood
up. He got up
and suddenly asked Wesley, "Don't you find me attractive
?".
Wesley dropped the epidermal regenerator and the beach bag along
with
his jaw. "Yes! Yes I find you more attractive then the
first time I met
you". Danny seemed almost secretly relieved.
Wesley asked, "why would you think that I did not find you
attractive
?". Danny looked away slightly again in a shy manner.
Wesley approached
Danny. Danny backed up, in an almost nervous
manner and fell backwards
into the couch. Wesley did not know
what to make of it, but he at that
point did not care. There was
a cute blond that he wanted to see in his
full glory.
Wesley crouched over and kissed Danny ever so lightly on the
lips, Danny
started to kiss Wesley back, but Wesley had other
plans. After Danny was
able to slip Wesley the tongue for a nice
kiss, Wesley began to kiss Danny
on the shoulders, the chest and
then in a ring around the torso starting
on the right side, and
making a semi-circle starting at one side of the
pelvis around
the bottom of the rib cage to the other side. Next he started
kissing along the top of the swim trunks from the left to the
right. Danny
was getting quite hard at this point, his dick
pressed to the right all
the way past his pelvis.
Wesley
kissed along the top of the swim suit now from the right to the
left but stopped in the middle and started kissing toward
Danny's belly
button. He then started to massage Danny's legs
starting at the knees and
working his way toward Danny's box.
Danny was breathing heavily. Wesley
could see Danny's dick was
shaped different then last time. It was longer,
almost 28cm, but
was actually quite thin except for the head. Danny moaned
as the
penis gained a mind of its own and decided that it wanted to point
straight up. Danny's dick freed itself from the swim suit and it
went past
Danny belly button which is where Wesley's waiting
tongue was.
Wesley ran his hands through the leg holes of
the speedoes and began
to rub the soft curly hair above the base
of the penis with his fingers,
and to rub the smooth hairless
balls with his thumbs. He took Danny's extremely
long prong into
his mouth. Danny gasped closed his eyes and groaned.
Wesley
removed Danny's swim trunks without stopping the blow job that
he was giving Danny. Danny was wide eyed again and was straining
his neck
to watch Wesley do his work. Wesley then placed a
pillow on the couch beside
Danny and pulled him around so that
his head was on the pillow while never
letting Danny's willful
dick escape Wesley's tender lips.
Wesley tried to deep
throat Danny, but to no avail, it was too long.
Wesley jacked
off Danny with both hands while giving him head. Danny began
to
stroke Wesley's short hair ever so softly. Suddenly, Danny threw his
head back, grabbed Wesley by the hair, arched his back and came
in Wesley's
willing mouth. Wesley eyes watered --Danny's prick
was deeper then Wesley
thought he could handle. Wesley swallowed
several times and sat up looking
lovingly down at Danny.
Danny began to apologize profusely about almost choking
Wesley. Danny
seemed almost frightened that he had done this.
Wesley began to laugh.
This seemed to confuse Danny a bit.
Wesley asked, "Don't you remember,
I like it a bit rough once
and a while?". Danny smiled back at Wesley who
was now starting
to do the maneuver that River had done on him.
As Wesley
started to enter Danny's velvet hole, Danny whimpered and
asked
that Wesley use some lubricant. Wesley looked at Danny strangely,
he had programmed the holograms to be self lubricating for both
fucking
and being fucked. Danny said, "please. . . Seeing you
put it on gets me
off".
Wesley complied by adding some
suntan oil that he had brought with him.
Danny rolled over and
presented his tight round butt to Wesley who moved
into better
position for this offering. Wesley entered Danny's tight warm,
no, HOT ass. Danny would bend over and bite the pillow and then
try to
get up on his knees as Wesley fucked him. Danny would get
up on his knees
and turn his head to receive kisses from Wesley.
After kissing, the next time Danny bent down Wesley put his
full length
up Danny's ass and came hard for about a minute and
a half without making
another stroke. . Danny sighed in relief
and in ecstasy. When Wesley began
to take his dick out, he
stiffened, put his prick all the way in and came
a second time.
Danny was glowing.
Danny, still bent over, began to raise
one leg while Wesley's still
throbbing cock was between his legs
and nestled deep into his ass. He raised
the leg high and turned
over so he was once again on his back. Wesley flinched
because
the sensation of rotation around his now extremely sensitive cock
was almost overwhelming. Danny moved so that Wesley could move
in even
deeper.
Wesley made love to Danny this time
slowly. Wesley bent over and began
to kiss Danny on the lips
again, this time not rejecting the French kisses
that Danny
wanted oh so much. Wesley came again, this time even longer.
They lied there for a while all sweaty.
Wesley then
began to put lubricant on the once again hard slim 28cm
cock on
his slim hard lover. Danny watched wide eyed as Wesley climbed
on top. Wesley whimpered a bit because Danny's head did not
shrink like
River's, like he had programmed them. It felt too
good to stop though,
it would take at least a half an hour of
looking at holo-code to find out
what was wrong, and he only had
three hours left.
Wesley had managed to get all of Danny
inside him and started to move
up and down on it. Danny helped
by arching his back into the couch, this
made Wesley breathe
very hard. They fucked long and slow until Danny started
to
breathe in very short gasps. Then Danny started to move faster,
Wesley
leaned back a bit and Danny started to move on top. Danny
continued the
faster pace. In fact, he fucked harder and faster.
Wesley had never been
fucked this way before, never thought to
program it. Danny seemed to have
a life of his own, and boy did
Wesley like it. Danny started to take very
long strokes. He'd
pull 24 of 28cm out of Wesley. When Danny started to
breathe a
bit easier, he came and Wesley felt the warmth inside of him,
it
was warmer then River, what a strange sensation.
River
walked into the room and smiled. "So that is where you two went,"
he said with a very big smile on his face (but not as big as the
dick swinging
in front of him). Danny had slowed down since
cumming, but had not stopped.
River moved into position to fuck
Danny as Danny was fucking Wesley. This
made Danny spring to new
life. He started an entirely new rhythm. Neither
Wesley or River
had to move, Danny would back into River, and thrust into
Wesley. This went on for at least ten minutes before River
started thrusting
a bit into Danny which in turn made Danny
thrust deeper into Wesley. Wesley
would arch his back forcing
Danny onto River's waiting cock too. It was
a sight to behold,
both from looking at each other, and in the mirror across
the
room.
Wesley commanded the holodeck to place more mirrors.
Soon each of them
had several views to see each other and
themselves which seemed to speed
up the group effort. The walls
of the house they ware in disappeard and
they were suddenly on a
couch floating above the surf. They all got quite
excited and
began to moan even more. All three came at the same time. They
all collapsed into a tangle of thin, slightly muscular teen
bliss.
Wesley swore to himself that he would try to do a bit
more work on River,
though he felt good, he seemed a bit more
two dimensional then Danny. This
in itself was strange because
he had spent more time on River, maybe the
trick was to leave
well enough alone. It could be that River's program
was off line
more then Wes was working and so, did not "mature" as much.
These thoughts were interrupted as Danny began to go down on
Wesley,
River began to go down on Danny, and then Wesley could
not help but go
down on River. Three way blow jobs have always
interested Wesley. It would
seem from previous experience that
when you want something, you do it,
this turns on the next boy,
who in turn turns on the boy sucking you.
The strange thing
about this circle though was that he only needed to
think about
wanting something, like deeper, faster etc, and Danny would
do
it. This was truly bliss.
All of a sudden they were thrown
into the air the room went dark. It
felt to Wesley that he had
fallen the about one meter. The distance he
had felt that he was
thrown into the air plus the height of the couch if
it were
turned off. However; he felt like he landed on someone. How was
this possible if the holodeck was off?
The emergency
lights came on to reveal the familiar black and yellow
squares,
his swim suit, epidermal regenerator, suntan oil, bag and towel.
Wesley as so shook up that he had almost not noticed that Danny
was still
there also fumbling to put on his own white swim
trunks as Riker's voice
came over the ships intercom with the
message: "A failure in a power conduit
on deck 9 has left the
ships primary attitude control off for a few seconds.
We will be
on emergency backup systems for the next ten hours. Personnel
scheduled to work in holodeck simulations, Stellar Cartography
and the
genetics lab are granted downtime today and work will
resume on normal
schedule tomorrow"
Wesley looked at the
still beautiful, slim, blond, VULCAN Danny. "Who
are you ?" the
confused, now blushing Wesley asked. Danny replied, "My
name is
Tzevek. . . I'm sorry" he said as he bowed his head and began to
walk toward the door.
Wesley walked up behind Tzevek and
stopped him by placing his hand gently
on Tzevek's shoulder.
"How did you know . . . How did . . .How. . ." Wesley
stammered.
Tzevek softly said, "my mother was a Betazoid, by father a Vulcan.
My quarters are near this holodeck and I could not help but over
hear your
amorous thoughts when you were writing your programs.
I have admired you
from a far and could not help myself."
Wesley asked "How did you get in ?".
"I figured if
you could program the holodeck to not let people see you
, I
could program a fake holodeck wall to hide behind as you initiated
your program, it was a simple matter to emerge from the house.
Altering
your program to never call the Danny subroutine from
your memory module
so Danny never showed up was the difficult
thing." Tzevek responded.
Wesley was stunned and trying to
take it all in. Tzevek began to walk
out of the holodeck again.
This time Wesley ran to catch up. Wesley said,
"Please, come
back to my quarters, I want to talk". Tzevek's blue eyes
stared
back into Wesley's as he said, "I'd like that very much. I thought
you were angry- your emotions are difficult to read especially
as embarrassed
and shook up as I feel right now. I am better at
surface thoughts then
emotions anyway. . . Lets go back to my
quarters. As I mentioned before,
my quarters are closer.".
They passed Data in the hall. He said hello to Wesley,
smilled
at Tzevek, said hello to Tzevek and said, "Wesley, I am
glad you found
someone else to go swimming with. It is good that
you have found
someone with similar interests. Tzevek, I found
the problem
in the formula that you were working on for
luminescent blue paint, It
is in the database now. I replicated
some and it makes
the twilight sky look very real. I would like
to show you, but
I must work on a power conduit." Wesley and
Tzevek stood
silent, Data continued, "Wesley, I'd ask you to
help, but you would be
vaporized by the plasma leak"
Wesley asked, "you know Data?" Tzevek nodded, but said
nothing.
As they walked Wesley queried, "I thought that
Vulcans did not care
much for Betazoids because of their love of
emotion, and Betazoids dislike
Valcan's lack of the display of
emotion". Tzevek replied, "they don't get
along `romantically',
but mom and dad were stranded after a ship crash,
and you know
about Pon Far and older Betazoid women-- they did not have
much
chance to keep away from each other. They are separated now. I spend
half my time on Beta zed, but I like to talk aloud so I don't
fit in there,
the other half of the time I spend with my father,
who does not approve
of my lack of love for logic"
Wesley was now the one who seemed moody, "sorry for bringing
up such
questions. . ." Tzevek replied, "it's okay, Since I
tricked you I think
I owe you something". Wesley said, "you owe
me nothing" and then added
in whispered tone "lover". Tzevek
grinned at this comment, he liked the
sound of it . . . `lover'.
Tzevek continued, "Basically I am Betazoid on the inside,
and Vulcan
on the outside except for my blond hair. Ask any
questions you like. I
don't want you to expect me to be overly
logical, or only to want sex every
seven years or something. and
don't be suprized if you hear me speak directly
to your mind."
Wesley heard Tzevek continue telepathically,
"By speaking to you
this way, we can keep stories straight to hide our
relationship."
They entered Tzevek's room together. It
was decorated profusely with
paintings, including one half done
painting of Wesley, which Tzevek walked
over to and covered with
a cloth so Wesley could not examine it closer.
Tzevek said, "my
father is currently stationed in Stellar cartography,
he has the
room next to mine. Wesley went pale. Tzevek began to laugh and
said, "no. . . Just teasing, he works in engineering, and we
couldn't get
quarters close to one another -- just a bit of
psychic humor." They
both laughed.
Wesley asked, "I do
have one question left: How can you look like Danny?"
Tzevek
answered, "I don't know. That startled me more then you can imagine.
I couldn't believe it myself when I saw him in your mind when
you were
programming. I guess some things just can't be
explained with logic. That's
one of the many reasons I look
beyond logic in life"
Wesley and Tzevek sat down on the
couch sort of facing each other. Wesley
said, "I would really
like to make love to Tzevek instead of Danny". Tzevek
said "I
know", snapped is fingers two times, the lights dimmed and soft
music began to play (one of Wesley's favorites; who would have
guessed
-- it was perfect). Wesley and Tzevek smiled at each
other, and with Stellar
cartography systems off line, Wesley had
the rest of the day. . .
From: e-sensei <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:36:01
Subject: bass player
I hear your bass
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From: El Diablo <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:35:50
Subject: God Bless America
God Bless
America and God Bless FOX NEWS!!!!! Hey Luke make your peace with
God... I hope the FBI shoves the rest of your pipe bombs up your
ass. Fox Rules! Fair and Balanced!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:35:36
Subject:
Craig awoke with a start.
Where was he? This definitely wasn't on
that awful planet where
he had been stranded for so long. He was in a room.
And this
room looked clean and new. And he was laying on a bed! But he
looked to his arms and legs to see that he had been tied down!
Craig
started to get very angry. What kind of creature had done
this to him?
Suddenly two men in yellow uniforms ran inside.
They had the familiar "A"
on top of an oval on their uniforms.
It was the Federation!
One of the men said to the other,
"How do we say 'Stop or we will
shoot' in whatever language it
speaks?" The other man gave the first a
language communicator.
He spoke into it, saying: "Stop or we will shoot."
The
communicator began to translate the message into every foreseeable
language that Starfleet had knowledge of. Craig moved his arm.
One of
the men in yellow aimed his phaser at Craig menacingly.
He seemed to be
saying, "I WILL shoot."
"Why do you fear
me?" asked Craig. One of the security officers
dropped the
communicator in amazement. The officers began to back away.
Craig sighed at the officers' stupidity. Then Craig called out,
"Computer."
The computer beeped in recognition. "Remove binds."
Suddenly, the binds
that had been restraining Craig vaporized.
The security officers were now
cowering at the door.
"It
talks! And it knows how to use the computer!" one said in fear.
"Sir, I am a 'He.' Not an 'it.' I am a homo sapien just like
you.
I was a member of the U.S.S. Comet when its dilithium warp
drives emploded,
causing our ship to crash-land on the planet
Htrae, which you must have
beamed me up from. Now, may I speak
to your captain?"
"You can't be human! Your skin is some
kind of leathery-brown
guck that nobody wanted to touch, and the
doctor was to busy to examine you."
one finally said, after a
long pause. Craig stood up and walked into the
lavatory. He
initiated the ionic cleanser, and reappeared into the room
with
clean, tattered clothes. He looked very human. The mud that had
formerly covered his whole body was gone. He had blond hair,
blue eyes,
a slight build, and was almost 6' tall.
"Sorry. No baths were available on Htrae. Now, may I see
your
captain?"
"That would be impossible." they said in
unison.
"Does your captain even know that I am here?" asked
Craig.
"N.. Captain Jean-Luc Picard has no time for such
trivial matters."
one of the men said. Suddenly, footsteps were
heard. Wesley passed by
Craig's room and peered in. Wesley
stopped dead in his tracks. His brown
baby-faced eyes merged
with Craig's blue eyes. An officer turned to the
young ensign.
"Mr. Crusher, I must ask you to leave this level. This alien
life form is armed and considered dangerous." Wesley didn't seem
to hear
them as he walked in. He walked right up to Craig. Then
he noticed the
guards.
"What the hell is this? You said
that there was no life down there
on planet Htrae! And does THIS
look like an alien to you? Look at his
arms.. human. His legs..
human. His.." Wesley said, pausing at 'groin.' He
couldn't let
these stupid security rookies destroy him before his career,
which he had dreamed of since he was born, even officially
began. "His
eyes.. human." Wesley said softly this time,
drowning in those
pools of blue. The guards simply stared,
saying nothing. Wesley's
communicator beeped. "Wesley here." he
said.
It was his mother who had hailed him. "Wesley, where
the hell are
you? I asked for those results 5 minutes ago!
Surely it couldn't take that
long to get them! Meet me at sick
bay ASAP!!" she yelled, terminating the
communication. Wesley
sighed and turned to go. He then looked at Craig and
motioned
for him to follow. Craig did. They left for sick bay.
part two.
"Whew, that was close," Wesley
said as he and Craig narrowly escaped
from the security
officers. "They're dumb. Star Fleet likes 'em like that.
They
takes orders and don't interpret them. They just do." Wesley
quieted,
noticing that he had been doing all of the talking.
Wesley glanced at Craig
and smiled. God, he was hot. Craig had
gotten quite a build from all of his
years escaping the natural
perils of the planet Htrae. Craig's gray student
uniform looked
at least three sizes too small for him. Finally, they stopped
at
the turbo-lift. "Shall we?" asked Wesley, gesturing for Craig to go
first. As Craig boarded the turbo-lift, Wesley patted him- a
little low to
be aimed for the back. Actually, his pat barely
missed Craig's bubble butt.
Wesley boarded the turbo-lift.
"Bridge." he said, as the turbo-lift whooshed
down to the
bridge.
"What about your mom?" asked Craig.
"He
speaks!" said Wesley, smiling that impish grin. "I thought you
wanted to see the captain."
"But.. we're not members of
the crew! I may have been on Htrae for
4 years, but I know that
the Federation has this thing for respect! And it
always will!"
argued Craig.
"Well, my mom's the doctor. She wanted me to
be ensign. So she
pissed off our captain until I was ensign."
Wesley said, smiling again.
Wesley paused a second, and said,
"Halt." The turbo-lift stopped on a dime.
Wesley embraced Craig
and kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe you are a little
sickly. We
should take you to Sick Bay after all." Wesley told the
turbo-lift to take his guest and himself to the deck that Sick
Bay was on.
Its door soon opened. The two walked to Sick Bay,
never looking healthier.
"God damn it, Wesley! I've been
waiting eight whole MINUTES for
those god damn test results!"
screamed Beverly Crusher as Wesley entered
Sick Bay. Then she
noticed Craig. "Who the hell are you? I've received no
reports
of extra passengers beamed up!" she swore, angrily sitting at her
desk.
"Hello, doctor. I am Craig of the U.S.S. Comet.
Wesley saved me
from those barbarians who beamed me up and
locked me in a room. I am truly
the reason that your son was
detained. I apologize." Craig politely said,
which amazed the
doctor. She smiled at him.
"Well, Wesley, why didn't you
tell me that your friend was so
agreeable? I wish there were
more like him! I'll inform the captain of our
officers'
incident. Entertain your guest, would you?" asked Beverly, as she
hailed the captain.
Wesley looked deeply into Craig's
eyes and smiled. "Gladly." he
said, dreamily. Craig's hand
touched Wesley's briefly. They looked at
each other and smiled.
They ran out of sickbay into the turbo-lift. The
turbo-lift's
doors whooshed open as it arrived on the floor where Wesley's
quarters were. Hand-in-hand, Craig and Wesley walked into his
room and
secured the doors. Once this was done, Craig and Wesley
exchanged a
passionate embrace.
Then, Wesley decided to
do something that he had wanted to do for
a long time. He kissed
a man on the lips. And not just any man. He kissed
his own
Adonis- Craig. Craig went a whole step farther. He slithered his
tongue into Wesley's mouth. Wesley decided to do the same for
Craig. As
they were tongue-wrestling, Craig lowered his hands
onto Wesley's butt and
gave those adorable pink cheeks a
friendly squeeze. Wesley's cock became
instantly erect. Mmmmm.
He wanted Craig. He wanted him bad. And he wanted
Craig INSIDE
him. Wesley brought his searching hands in front of him and
found what he was looking for.
Wesley began to rub his
hand up and down Craig's cock. He was
moaning. Craig ended the
kiss. "Oh, Wesley. I want you so bad."
Wesley's only response to
Craig was a kiss. Craig sadly took his hands
off of Wesley's
virgin butt and helped Wesley off with his shirt. Wesley's
nipples stood erect in the light. And then Craig did something
that Wesley
had never thought possible. Craig began to suck
Wesley's nipples. Wesley
had never known that such a possibility
existed. Wesley moaned in response.
Craig soon stopped
sucking on Wesley's right nipple and moved on to
his left.
Wesley began to moan again. His hands crept down to Craig's pant
buckle, and his pants soon dropped to the floor. Since Craig
didn't seem to
be wearing underwear, his erect cock stood out,
ready for action. Wesley
began to rub it up and down. A little
bit of pre-cum dribbled onto Wesley's
hand. Craig stopped
sucking on Wes' left nipple. Both of his nipple were
hard now.
In one quick swoop, Wesley's pants were at his knees.
Wesley
wanted to try something that he heard about. He bent down
and
faced Craig's beautiful 8 1/2 inch cock. It was only three inches
from
his face. Craig gyrated his hips, and that gorgeous cock
bopped up and down,
swiping Wesley's nose. Wesley then closed
his eyes and enveloped the giant
cock. "Oh, god, Wesley. Your
mouth is so hot!" Wesley smiled. He loved
the fact that he could
please Craig so easily. Finally, there was someone
he could
please and be pleased by! Wesley began to lick up and down Craig's
shaft. "Lick my cock, Wesley! Lick it!" yelled Craig. As Wesley
serviced
Craig, he began to knead Craig's asscheeks. The
forefinger of his left hand
found its way into Craig's
sphincter.
Whoa, hold on! thought Wesley. This was uncharted
territory.
Talk about where no man has gone before... or have
they? As Wesley's finger
pressed into Craig's warm asshole, it
seemed to... yes, it did! It opened
up! Wesley slowly pushed his
finger into Craig's welcoming asshole. Craig
seemed to be
moaning louder as Wesley simultaneously sucked him and probed
his insides with his finger. But, wait. Craig's asshole seemed
to be
getting tighter. Craig softly said, "Oh, Wesley! I'm gonna
cum!" With
that, Craig gyrated his pelvis so that his dick was
totally, to its hilt,
in Wesley's mouth. His sphincer was so
tight that it seemed to cut off the
circulation in Wesley's
fingers. Craig let out a low moan, and what seemed
like gallons
of cum gushed into Wesley's unprepared mouth. Wesley gasped
as
the heavy load touched his tongue. But he relaxed and decided to
enjoy
this special treat. When Craig was done, he removed his
huge cock from
Wesley's mouth. "Now it's your turn." said Craig,
smiling. Suddenly,
Wesley's communicator beeped. He answered it.
"Ensign Crusher, would you and your friend please report to
my
quarters? I'd like an accurate description of these officers
who caused
your guest so much trouble." Jean-Luc Picard said,
ending the transmission.
Reluctantly, Wesley put on his clothes
and prepared to meet his captain.
part three.
Wesley and Criag happily walked into Picard's office.
They seemed a
bit too happy. They were trying not to hold hands.
The captain eyed them
suspiciously as they walked in. Wesley's
face sombered as he eyed the
captain. This stern Frenchman was
obviously in a bad mood. Picard motioned
for the two of them to
sit down. They did. Picard noticed that Wesley
looked like he
was trying to hide something. "Now, Mr. Crusher, normally Mr.
Worf would handle petty matters such as this one, but since it
is security,
I will be handling this one personally." Picard
said, noticing Craig's objec-
tion as he said 'petty.' Picard
cleared his throat and keyed into his
console. The newfound
lovers shifted uncomftorably in their seats. Picard
noted this
and continued his work. "Now, sir, please describe the events as
you saw them." Picard said, relaxing. Craig began to speak of
the ordeal,
but Picard could only notice Wesley covering up his
crotch. Why was he doing
that?
God, he has a sexy voice,
thought Wesley of his new-found boyfriend.
He saw Picard staring
at his cock, so he covered it up, not wanting the
captain to see
his erection. After Craig finished his story, Craig was asked
to
leave. Wesley remained. "Mister Crusher. You seemed to be having
problems as Craig was relating his trauma. What is causing these
disturbances?" Picard, of course, knew what these 'disturbances'
were. A
boy was all alone in space without females to relate
to... of course, there
were plenty of female teenaged passengers
on board... Oh, well. Picard just
wanted to hear it from the
horse's mouth. Wesley simply stuttered, unable
to speak out of
fear. "Don't worry. There are plenty of girls on board the
Enterprise. Go find one!" Picard said softly. Wesley wanted to
say: 'But
I don't want a girl. I want Craig.' But those words
didn't escape his lips.
He merely said, "Yes, sir."
Wesley then promptly walked out of Picard's office. Wesley
turned
his head and saw that Craig was leaning against the
turbo-lift. Wesley ran
over to him. Suddenly, the turbo-lift
whooshed open. Craig lost his balance
and fell down. Craig
looked up and saw Data. Data was looking down at
Craig. "Is this
some human custom that I am not yet familiar with?" Data
asked
Wesley. Wesley giggled.
"No, Data. He was just leaning
against the door of the turbo-lift
when it opened."
"Ah.
So it is because of physics. Interesting." Data said, walking
off. Craig gave Wesley a confused look. Wesley just smiled and
walked into
the turbo-lift.
"That's Data- he's an
android." Wesley said,helping Craig up. Wesley
then moved his
hand and squeezed Craig's butt. "Stop turbo-lift" Wesley
said.
The two embraced. "An elevator. Why not?" Wesley's hands groped for
Craig's crotch and unbuckled his pants. It looked like Craig was
up and
ready for action! Wesley was about to encore his sucking
session, but Craig
objected.
"No, no. It's MY turn now!"
smiled Craig, helping Wesley off with
his pants. Wesley's lower
body was almost completely white. The baby-white
skin was a
perfect offset to Wesley's gorgeous brown pubic bush. Wesley
began to rise to the occasion. Craig's fingers slowly began to
slide up
Wesley's smooth legs (another Federation directive) and
found themselves
entering into Wesley's untouched cherry. As
Craig's fingers made first
contact,[;)] Wesley moaned, having
never, ever, felt anything quite that
fabulous. Wesley thought
that he was going to melt. Craig then lifted up
Wesley's virgin
cock and began to lovingly suck on his balls. Wesley was
wimpering. Craig's fingers were very slowly entering Wesley's
tight cherry.
Craig felt Wesley's balls tighten in response to
these new, wonderful
feelings. Craig started moving his tongue
past the balls and into that space
between the balls and
Wesley's cherry.
Wesley was moaning more and more
loudly. His hands were massaging Craig's shoulders. Suddenly,
Wesley was
turned around. He bent over and felt Craig spreading
his bubble-butt ass
cheeks. Then Craig did something that Wesley
could scarcely imagine. He put
his tongue up Wesley's asshole.
Wesley thought that would come simply with
this sensory
overload. He was almost screaming in pleasure now. Craig's
tongue was doing a wonderful rimming. Craig could feel Wesley's
asshole
contracting, so he stopped. Wesley exhaled loudly when
Craig stopped.
"Now I'm going to give you what I know you want."
said Craig, bumping his
pole against Wesley's ass. Wesley simply
moaned in agreement. He had been
dripping pre-cum since Craig
started rimming him.
Craig started to enter Wesley. He
pressed the mushroom head against
the well-greased anus. Craig
instructed Wesley on how to take his pole. He
pushed as hard as
he could and his cherry was ready. Craig slowly began pen-
etrating Wesley. Wesley, however, didn't know that it would
hurt. "Calm
down, darling." Craig calmly said, feeling Wesley's
resistance. Wesley tried
again and Craig was able to
successfully enter Wesley. Eventually, his pubic
hairs were
brushing against Wesley's smooth, silky-white ass. Goosebumps
grew in response to this great new feeling. Craig began to move
in and out
of Wesley's popped cherry. Wesley came after only
five strokes. His un-
touched penis was dripping cum all over
the turbo-lift. Spurt after spurt
leaked out and dropped onto
the floor.
While Wesley came, Craig started
driving it
home. The feeling of a virgin ass plus the pulsation of Wesley's
anus soon brought him over the edge. He started erupting into
Wesley's anal
reservoir. Wesley knew that it could feel so good.
The two lovers collapsed
onto the floor. Laying there, they
heard the computer beep in recognition to
somebody's voice.
Then, a voice softly said, "Stop recording. Copy the rec-
ording
to my private files and delete this original from all databases but
mine." The two young lovers jumped up in fear, onto to hear feet
softly
crawling through the Jeffery's tube. The quickly got
dressed and cleaned up
their mess.
Throughout the day,
they walked in fear. Who recorded them in their
sex act? Was he
watching them, scanning their every breath? What would he
do to
them now that he knew of their private relationship?
part four.
It was late. Wesley was
tossing and turning in bed, scared shitless.
What would happen?
Suddnely, Wesley's communocator beeped. He turned on the
light
and responded. "Hello?" he asked. He skipped a breath when he heard
Cmndr. Riker's voice. Will Riker, his fantasy man, was hailing
him. He just
hoped that this wasn't about this afternoon's
occurance.
"Ensign!" Will Riker yelled, fearfully, "Your
assistance is needed
immediately! Please come! We need your
help!" How strange, thought Wesley.
He was never called when
there was an error on the bridge.
"Well, I'll get to the
bridge as soon as I can." said Wesley in a
rushed tone. Will
sighed slowly. Then he started to laugh. What's wrong?
thought
Wesley. "No. I think your ass.. istance would be more appropriate
in my quarters." said Will. "I have something that I need to
talk to you
with." Wesley's eyes suddenly became as wide as
saucers. Please, oh, god
don't let it be about... "NOW, Mister
Crusher!" yelled Will Riker. "Yes,
sir!" Wesley, rushing to get
his clothes on.
"Room number 7439. You know how to get here-
I assume." Riker said,
ending his transmission. Yes, Wesley
surely did know how to get to the Comm-
ander's room. Many a
night he would walk by his door, listening to his voice
as he
conversed with people in his room. That deep masculine voice always
turned Wesley on. And now he was going to see him..
face-to-face. And Will
Riker might talk to him.. not as a
crewman, but as a... Wesley broke out of
his dream. He jumped up
and ran to Riker's room, poste haste.
As Wesley walked into
Riker's quarters, he stopped. He stared in
horror at Craig's
face. He was mentally pleading: no, no, no. Commander
Riker
stood and looked up and down Wesley's body approvingly. "Sit down,
ensign. We have a lot to talk about." Riker commanded. Wesley
did as he was
told and sat down. As Wesley say down, he noticed
that Riker was merely
wearing a night robe. As Riker sat on the
table that divided Wesley and
Craig, Riker moved his leg far
enough let it drop open. Amidst all of the
hairs, Wesley could
easily spot a rather large tool. He tried his best to
keep his
calm. Looking at the two of them, Riker began. "I know that space
is a very constricting place. I know that sometimes one would do
abnormal
things because of the intensity of a long voyage.
However, what I saw today
did not seem to fit that description.
You two seem to be.. very close."
Riker said, clearing his
throat. Riker turned on his computer and instructed
it to play.
It started playing a recording of Craig and Wesley's most recent
encounter. Wesley sat in fear. "I believe that you two have a
wonderful
thing going. I would like to join in on you two- if
just for once." Riker
smiled, spreading his legs apart, exposing
his enormous cock even more.
Riker began to massage Wesley's
hair. He loved the soft, silky
feel that it had to it. Craig
walked over to Wesley and began to kiss
Wesley. While the two
were embracing, Riker removed his robe and began to
remove the
others' clothing. Soon they were all naked. Wesley and Craig
ended their embrace and began to work of their commander. Craig
began to
rub his hands over every inch of Riker's body. Then he
began to suck on
his nipples. After a few prep breaths, Wesley
gained courage and began to
suck on Riker's 11 incher. It soon
grew and became longer than it already
was! Craig and Wesley
were drowning in Riker's body. Craig was drooling
over Riker's
massive chest hair as he sucked his nipples. Suddenly, Riker
pulled Wesley off of his penis. Wesley was wondering what had
gone wrong
when Riker turned him around and laid him on a table.
Riker began to
squeeze those hairless white asscheeks. Riker
moaned in pleasure.
Riker began to insert three fingers into
Wesley's anus. Trying to
comfort his lover, Craig went under the
table and begin to suck on Wesley's
throbbing cock. Wesley began
to moan. Sensing that he was ready, Riker
began to m ount
Wesley.
The three began to move in a continuous motion.
Riker fucked,
Craig sucked, and Wesley got all of the pleasures
from being the inside of
this sandwich. Unfortunat- ely, the
three could not stand these intense
feeling of pleasure for
long. Wesley let out a sigh as he came like he had
never come
before into Craig's mouth. And Riker let out a loud wolf howl
as
he came. Then they all went to sleep in Riker's bed, resting in each
other's arms.
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Date:
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From: Richard Jewel <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:35:18
Subject: Hello!
Alright, I really
don't care whether this is the same guy or not, but I want to get
this off my chest.
If anyone here ever does something like
this, PLEASE try to leave a note that has some coherent thought and
logic to it.. I mean, honestly, basically this guy is saying "uhh.
Laws suck dude, because uh like they restrict what you can do and
stuff... and um when famous people die..mumble..it's more
important..um yeah"
The guy obviously hasn't thought this
out, what's his propose course of action? Basically, from what I can
presume from what he's done so far, it goes like this:
1.
Put relatively weak bombs in mail boxes with ambiguous, incoherent
note
2. ???
3. Anarchy!!!
Disclaimer/Covering-my-ass-to-keep-the-SS-off-my-arse: I do
not promote nor advocate any acts of terrorism, violence or anarchy.
I do, however, advocate the use of intelligence in all actions
people engage in. Thank you for your time.
From: Loius Freh <bill@gates.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:35:15
Subject: YOUR WEB SITE!
.
.
OMFG! YOUR WEB SITE IS THE BOMB
.
.
From: Robert Claypool
<hackwrench@hotmail.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:35:02
Subject: Case for the Mailbox bomber having
asperger traits.
A case for why the mailbox bomber has
Asperger's
'World authorities' seems to indicate that this
is not an issue
specifically to the U.S. government, but to
societal structures in general.
Issues with conforming
specifically, and not just conforming to certain
things is an
Asperger's issue.
For example,
http://www.aspie.com/articlea5.html, says:
mom says your
homework comes first. Homework ? Homework means dusting
and
sweeping and bed making not math and spelling. Those are
schoolworks.
Why is schoolwork happening at home ? All your
schoolwork stuff is at
school. You hate to bring home your
rulers and special markers and
notebooks and all your books.
They live at school. Great. Now you have
to try to remember what
the teacher told you about your assignment. You
wrote it down,
somewhere. But where ? Did you leave the directions at
school ?
What pages were you supposed to do ? Can you use a marker or do
you have to use a pencil ?
A marker. That's what the teacher
said. Oh no. You don't have any markers
at home. Only pens. A
pen won't do no matter what mom says. The teacher
said you had
to use a marker. You remember that exactly ! Spelling is good,
but you wish you could type your words. Cursive is hard. Why
can't you use
a computer? You'll promise not to use spell check.
Wouldn't it be way more
better if you could do a report on your
bug collection
To people with such issues with conforming,
comfomance itself is a big issue
Relevant lines from the mailbox
bomber letter:
If the government controls what you want to
do, they control what you can do.
In avoiding death you are
forced to conform, if you fail to conform, you suffer
mentally
and physically. (Are world powers utilizing the natural survival
instinct
in a way that allows them to capitalize on the people?)
Conforming to the boundaries, and restrictions imposed by the
government only reduces
the substance in your lives.
From Liane Holliday Willey's Book, "Pretending to be
Normal":
It seems I becamme very hostile if i were to
discover she had betrayed me by
inviting someone else to play.
For my part, I vividly remember hatinng to see
her with anyone
other than me. I don't believe I was jealous. I know it wasn't
simple insecurities. I didn't give other children enough thought
to warrant those
emotions. I simply could not see the point in
having more than one friend and
I could never imagine Maureen
might feel any differently. To me, the logic was simple.
I had
my friend. She had me. End of story.
Again mailbox bomber.
As long as you are uninformed about death you will continue to
say "how high", when the government tells you to "jump". As long as
the government is uninformed about death they will continue tell you
to "jump" Is the government uninformed about death, or are they
pretending?
You have been missing how things are, for very long.
I’m obtaining your attention in the only way I can. More info is on
its way. More 'attention getters' are on the way.
From: Hemingway <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:35:00
Subject: Your Comet Cursor page
rules
I like to make
squares of velveeta
next
to coffee grounds,
it's the most fun to eat-a
I like to
make
small cups of edam
then when the cats cry
I've
something to feed'em
I like to make
big wads of brie
I smear it on bread
'cause trendy is me
I like to
make
big square things of jack
I let it get old
and then
I watch it crack
I like to make
logs of mozarella
They fit in my booty
when I can't find a fella
From: Jim <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:34:43
Subject: Site that talks about pipe bombs and
mailboxes
Check out this site that explains how to use
pipe bombs in mailboxes, just like this guy did! Is this where they
got the idea. It looks like a normal page selling a product then all
of sudden they start talking about putting pipe bombs in mailboxes!!
Look:
http://www.geocities.com/promotingyourmessage2002
From: Webjunkie ><
<webjunkies@kennyskrib.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:33:49
Subject: again with the politically incorrect
humor this
guy...
http://www.kennyskrib.com/images/pipebombs.gif
It would be so funny if this guy at this site has nothing to
do with it and it's some other guy with the same name.
I'll
bet FOX got the name of the band the same way we did, a little net
search and BOOM!
I couldn't help it. Keep on rockin' in the
free world.
Webjunkie ><
From: SKELETOR <SKELETOR@BLEH.COM>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:33:12
Subject: ENJOY JAIL
ASSCLOWN
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src="http://www.talula.freeserve.co.uk/clichekitty/Cat_0003.jpg"
border="2">
From: Hemingway <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:32:55
Subject: Your Comet Cursor page
rules
I like to make
squares of velveeta
next
to coffee grounds,
it's the most fun to eat-a
I like to
make
small cups of edam
then when the cats cry
I've
something to feed'em
I like to make
big wads of brie
I smear it on bread
'cause trendy is me
I like to
make
big square things of jack
I let it get old
and then
I watch it crack
I like to make
logs of mozarella
They fit in my booty
when I can't find a fella
From: For Freedom
<freeper@freerepublic.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:32:54
Subject: FREEREPUBLIC.COM IS CUTTING EDGE OF
POLITICAL ACTIVISM!!
FREEREPUBLIC.COM: JOIN THE CUTTING
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From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:31:47
Subject:
I had finished my morning
jerkoff session, when the
entry chime sounded. "Enter"
"Wesley, how are you? Great to see you again!" said
Archrilious. I was glad to see him. Medorans were
god-like
creatures. Most males in their youth had
long flowing
silver-white hair. Their hair continues
down their spine in a
small tuft that is about an
inch wide. The hair is thick, soft,
and around 1/2"
long and goes to their anus. In most respects
they
were much like earthlings, except they had an
insatiable appetite for sex.
Archrilious was no
exception. His dick was long
enough for him to suck himself
without much effort.
A method of mastrubation the he seemed to
enjoy!
Archrilious stood around 6'2", firm bodied, strong,
muscular. His lines and muscle tone resembled his
ancestry
that had oblivious feline qualities. More
like a young lion. His
facial features were like
Earth's ancient nordic men.
"Archrilious, it's great to see you. Wow, I still
remember our last time together. Hope you do to!"
"That's why I came to see you Wesley, hoping we could
spend some time together before you head out for
DS9."
"I've got to meet Mom in 10 Forward for lunch. I'll
go
take a quick Sonic Shower and get cleaned up.",
Wesley said.
"Wes," Archrilious paused, "can we go to the Holodeck
and run the river program? That would be alot more
fun for
cleaning you up."
"Yes, that would be nice, lets go", I
grabbed
Archrilious and pulled him to me. My arms wrapped
around his firm torso. I pulled his shirt up and ran
my
fingers thru the tuft of hair running down his
back. I had a
hardon again. I pressed my groin to
his. I could fell that
massive hard dick of his.
"We better calm down so we can walk to
the Holodeck,
can't have anyone seeing you with that in you
pants."
"You're right Wesley, lets make some coffee and have
a little breakfast." Archrilious walked to the
replicator
and ordered up some coffee and Medoran
pastries, sort of like
ruglach. I put on fresh
clothes, we ate breakfast and made our
way to
Holodeck 3.
Sex in this era is normal for same
sex partners.
There is no gay stigmatism that was encountered in
earlier times. We saw many old friends as we
approached the
Holodeck. "Computer, load river
program Crusher-River9", said
Wesley to the Holodeck
interface panel.
"Program
complete, enter when ready" replied the
panel. The massive doors
opened, and we entered my
private sanctuary. Inside was a small
pond that was
fed by a distant river. At one end of the pond,
was
a 15 foot wall of smooth brown water worn rocks that
had
several small waterfalls. There was a light mist
in the air from
the water falling from the rocks.
The sun shown bright in the
cloudless sky. Low
hanging trees covered the bank of the pond.
Soft
grass encompassed the entire area. Archrilious and I
stepped in, the doors closed. We were in my private
heaven.
I grabbed Archrilious' hand and we walked to the bank
of
the pond. Almost immediately Archrilious began
tugging at my
clothes. We undressed each other and
stood to admire one
another's body.
"Wesley, you sure have filled out nicely.
It's been
over a year since we were together, and that year has
been good to you." Archrilious was right, this past
year I
have undergone a regiment of meditation, diet
and exercise. I
had purchased the Sonic Muscle Toner
with the credits I had
earned doing odd jobs at the
Academy.
I grabbed
Archrilious and pulled him to me. We
embraced each other and
explored each other tongues.
Archrilious had a rough quality to
his tongue. Much
like a cats tongue. It drove me wild,
especially
when he licked my cockhead. I could hardly wait.
"Wesley, lets go to the top of the waterfall", begged
Archrilious. With that, he led the way. I was
walking behind
him. I could see his long cock
swaying back and forth as the
walked. You could see
the cockhead on each side of his body as
it swayed
while he was walking. Gawd, what a sight!
At
the top of the waterfall was a shallow pool of
water. The water
was only about 6 inches deep here.
The brown stones were smooth.
The water was
delightfully warm. Perfect to sit in and explore
each other. We sat face to face, my legs were on top
of his
and wrapped around his body. We embraced,
grabbed each other
cocks, and began our play.
Archrilious was good at bringing me
to a raging
hardon. My cock was slightly more than average for a
human, around 8 inches. It was wide and had large
head to
it. I really enjoyed my cock and was glad I
was blessed with
such a toy.
Archrilious' cock on the otherhand was huge
compared
to mine. It was easily 14 inches in length. It was
not a fat as mine, and the head was not as big, but
the
length was a sight to behold. With his species,
their cocks are
roughly the same size when they are
soft.
We stroked
each others cocks while we kissed. I
began relaxing my stroking
of his cock.
"Archrilious", I whispered lowly, "Lay back for a
minute." He laid back into the water, resting his
head on
one of the smooth stones. I grabbed his cock
with both hands,
and began pumping both hands up and
down his cock, tightening my
grip as I reached his
cockhead. To see him lie there, with the
water
gently encircling his body, that massive cock
sticking
straight up was unbelievable.
I leaned over and took his
cock in my mouth. My
tongue circled his cockhead. I took in what
I could
of his dick. I was stroking his cock with my hand
and sucking in a combined motion. Archrilious was
twitching,
almost like a flounder on the beach, his
toes were curled. I
continued sucking his cock,
almost to climax, but I wasn't about
to let him come
yet.
"Lets move to the grass", I said.
With that I
grabbed his hand, helped him up and we made our way
to the edge of the pond. We sprawled out on the
grass.
Engaged in a little wrestling session, then
found ourselves in
the 69 position.
Archrilious began sucking on my cock. That
tongue
with it's rough texture felt good. He was an expert
cocksucker. Archrilious had no trouble taking in my
8
inches. I again began sucking his cock. We lay
there wrapped up,
entangled, enjoying each others
cock. Sucking. The fever the of
cocksucking
increased in intensity. "Wesley, I want to drink
your cum, give it to me." Archrilious beckoned as he
continued sucking. I was ready.
I began rhythmic pumping
of my cock in his mouth.
Each thrust was more powerful than the
last. I
arched my back, my toes were curled. I shot my load
into Archrilious' mouth. He drank every drop. At
the same
time I was sucking hard on his massive
member. I heard a low
growl, almost like a purr. I
knew what this meant. With that,
Archrilious shot
his load in my mouth. I tried to drink it all.
There was just too much cum. It ran down my cheek
and
covered the grass below me. Medorans usually
shoot about a cup
of cum. I've never been able to
take all of his load.
We
rested for a few moments, then went down to the
waterfall. We
bathed each other and began hugging
and kissing again. We
embraced under the water for
around 30 minutes. The water was
perfect for play,
but it should be after all, this was my
program for
the Holodeck.
"Archrilious", I said, "I'm
sorry, but I have to get
ready for lunch with Mom".
"Ok,
Wesley, but promise we'll get together when you
get back from
DS9".
"You can count on it!", I replied.
We got
dressed and left the Holodeck. I had lunch
with Mom in 10
Forward. After that I returned to my
quarters. I had to get
ready for my trip to DS9.
After all, I was going to see Dr.
Bashir.
From: BUBBA <BUBBA@San-Quentin.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:31:44
Subject: Bubba
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Date: 05-07-2002
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Date:
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From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:30:49
Subject:
Wesley woke up on the
weekend like he always did....horny! His cock was
already
throbbing. But this weekend would be diffrent. He wasnt going to
just
spend the day laying in bed and stroking his cock. Today he
had a whole holo-
deck reserved for his "project". He managed to
break the security locks on
it several weeks ago. Now he could
program anything he wanted and not have to
worry about being
caught.
His cock throbbed in anticipation of what the day would
bring him. He
spent months working on this program. It took a
lot of time and research to
enable him to bring his fanatsy to
life. It was really pure luck that he
stumbled on them at all.
He was doing research into old earth culture and "tv" programs
when he
found two the the cuttest looking guys he ever saw.
Their names were jeremy
miller and river phoenix. He first saw
river in a program called "Mosquito
Coast" and he fell in love.
He then decided to see if there were any other
guys that might
interest him, so he had the computer do a little searching
for
him and found Jeremy.
Wes spent the next several weeks making
sure the computer had all the
needed data to reconstruct their
bodies in minute detail. This was the real
tricky part, because
he didnt want to see them until the program was finished.
And
today would be the day. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
"Man,
I'm gonna have to shoot a load now." He slowly stood up
from bed and took his
shirt off. He ran his fingers up and down
his slim chest. He stopped his hands
at his nipples to rub and
play with them until they got hard. His cock was
really starting
to throb now. He slid his hands all over his chest a few times,
lingering for a few seconds at the area around his nips. He then
slid his hands
down his smooth sides twords his pants. He
slipped his hands under the waist
of his pants and started to
stroke his smooth, tight thighs.
Wes's 16 year old teenage body
was tense with his arousal. His breathing
started to get heavy.
His hands continued to rub his body. But he didnt touch
his cock
yet. He wanted to prolong this. His as hands now pushed his pants
down around his ankles and he stepped out of them.
Wes just
stood there for a few minutes. His teenage boy body shining with
a light coating of sweat. His penis throbbed and stuck straight
out from his
smooth body. He had a patch of brown curly hair at
the base of his shaft, but
none on his balls or the shaft
itself. His ass and thighs were completely
hairless from the
hair dipilatory cream he rubbed on himself on occasion.
Wesley
walked over to the mirror, his cock bobbing up and down as he
walked. It turned him on to see his 7 inch penis sticking out in
front of him.
He slowly brushed his hand up and down the lenght
of his shaft, while watching
himself in the mirror. His eyes
traveled all over his smooth, hairless chest.
Going down to his
flat stomach, then to his cock with its patch of brown pubic
hair. Meanwhile, his one hand grasped his hard dick and started
to stroke it
as his other hand carrased his smooth hairless
balls, working its way back to
his tight ass cheeks. Rubbing his
ass in the same tempo that he stroked his
dick. He was the image
of a teenage boy in his sexual prime! The pre-cum
started to
oose out of the head of his cock, a small glistening trail of it
traveled down his cock head, onto his shaft and stroking hand
making it
be slippery. He stopped stroking his dick long enough
to spread his boy juice
all over the head, making it shine.
A low moan escaped him as his passion built up. He started
stroking his
cock harder and faster now, while his other hand
feverishly roamed all over
his smooth teenage body. All he could
think of was the sight of River, in that
movie, as he swung from
a tree, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
With his passion
building, wes started to moan and talk "God, he's so hot.
His
cock was so hard!!" The scene of River swinging from a tree came
back to
him. He could see river's cock straining against his
underwear.
"ohhhh....goddd...river, suck my cock, please!!! suck
it, suck my hard,
throbbing cock!!"
Wes's orgasm started to
build. His balls got tight and pulled up. His cock
oozed a think
stream of pre-cum witch slid down his shaft and over his tight
fist, leaving a gleaming trail. He stroked his shaft faster and
faster as his
cum built up in his tight balls! His other hand
continued stroking his chest
and tight thighs.
A load moan
escaped Wesley as he began to feel his teenage cum work its
way
up his throbbing shaft. His eyes locked onto his reflection as he
watched
the head of his cock swell and shoot out a thick white
stream of boy-cum.
His cock was pointed straight up as he
stroked it. His cum landed in stream
from his left nipple down
to his stomach. He stroked his cock as he shot out
4 more big
squirts of his cum. All of it landed on his chest and stomach.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a tall slim boy, with
tousled
light brown hair and brown eyes. His cum was all over
him. Its was dribbling
down his sweaty torso and dripping on to
his still throbbing cock. Some of it
started to slide down his
smooth thighs. The sight of his teen boy body covered
in all the
cum just made him hornier. With the hand that was jerking him off
he reached up and began to spread his cum all over his chest,
cock and balls.
His whole body gleamed with smooth coating of
his thick, white cum. The room
smelled. To wes, it smelled like
a hot bodied, teenage boy. It was the smell
of sweat, sex and
cum. It the best smell he ever sensed.
With his urges statisfied
for the moment, Wes took one last look at his cum
coated body,
and then walked, still naked, with his softening cock, into the
shower to get cleaned up. His teenage cock started to get hard
again as soon
as he started to rub the cum off himself, but he
wanted to save the rest of
his juice for the holodeck, and
Jeremy and River.
After he had had cleaned himself
and the room up, Wesley put on some fresh
clothes. His cock
hadn't completely softened, but it wasn't throbbing either.
Jerking off took just enough of the edge off of his desire so
that he could
think clearly.
He headed over to the computer
terminal to ready the security bypasses he
installed. His slim
body leaned over the computer terminal, his brow slightly
creased as he concentrated on the screen. He worked for several
minutes, all
the time thinking of would he was going to be doing
with those two teenage
boys. A slight sheen of sweat appeared on
his face, as his heart started to
beat faster. His cock, wich
had grown soft, now started to get hard again. It
slid down the
leg of his pants. Wes could feel the heat of it on his thigh
as
it throbbed. "Whoa. I better get down there fast before i cream my
pants" He
turned the computer off and stood up slowly. He ran
his hand through his
lightly tousled hair.
He looked down at
his croch and could see the outline of his cock through
the leg
of his pants. He reached into his pants to arrange his dick so it
wouldn't show so easily. He stroked it a few times, but stopped
when he felt
some cum ooze out of the tip. He wiped off the
little bit of pre-cum with his
hand so it wouldnt show through
his pants. He pulled his hand out and looked
for a moment at the
clear liquid on his finger. He brought his hand up to his
nose
and inhaled deeply. Not being able to control his desire, he slowly
inserted his finger into his mouth and swirled his toungue
around, while
imagining it was something else that he was
sucking on.
"ohhh, man. I better get to the holodeck now. I'm
gonna wind up shooting
a load in my pants." Wesley quickly
checked his room to make sure nothing
was amiss, and then headed
out the door.
His smooth face was slightly flushed with
embarrasment, because he was
sure people could see he had a
hardon. He hurried quickly to the holodeck.
Wesley finally
reached the holodeck. Now his penis was slightly soft
from
worry. He began to doubt if he had made all the needed by passes.
But
his teenage hormones soon won out. Reaching up to the
control panel beside
the door, Wesley keyed in the sequence that
would load up his program. With
his cock throbbing again, wesley
walked up to the holodeck doors and walked
in.
He called for
the arch and activated the security locks that would prevent
anyone from walking in. There was a very noticeable bulge in his
pants now.
With his voice cracking slightly from his sexual
tension, Wesley turned towards
the center of the room and said
"Computer, Begin Wes Fuck".
The familiar gold and black grid was
replaced with a bed. A bed that was 20
feet by 20 feet. The bed
was surrounded by bottles of oils and balms. There
were various
erotica toys strewn on the bed. But there were only two things
Wesley had eye for now. The two gorgeous teenagers on the bed.
Two of the most
beautiful boys Wesley had ever seen in his
sixteen years.
They both had loose fitting clothes on. River had
his shirt open half way
down to his stomach. The sight of his
chest, with those smooth pecs, made
Wesley's shaft throb even
harder. He slowly walked over to the bed and just
stood there
for a few moments, but his urges soon over whelmed his initial
hesitation. He bent down and climbed onto the bed, crawling on
his hands and
knees, until he came to rest between Jeremy and
River.
He brought a trembling hand up to River's exposed chest,
while river just
sat there with a smile on his face. Slowly, Wes
placed his hand on River's
chest. He could feel the heat
radiating off of his hot body. His skin
was smooth, and a very
light tan color. He moved his hand off to the sides of
River's
chest, slowly pushing the shirt aside, until he saw his nipple. Its
was stiff and a dark brown color, without any hair. He slowly
touched
River's nipple with the tip of his finger, and river
sighed with pleasure.
Wesley began to get overcome by his lust
for this smooth boy. He quickly
moved his hands down and
unbuttoned River's shirt. He then quickly pulled
the shirt off.
The sight of river, sitting there shirtless, momentarily
stunned
wesley, and he leaned back slighty, right into jeremy. He turned
around
to look at him and was surprised to see that his shirt
was also off.
Wes suddenly jerked his head around, as he felt a
hand begin to rub his
bulge. Wesley was now leaning against
Jeremy while River continued to stroke
Wesley's cock through his
pants. Wes's breathing began to get heavy, as jeremy
slowly
pulled wes's shirt off and river began tugging at his pants. Wes's
hard
cock was slowly revealed as river continued to pull off his
pants. It popped
straight up when the waist of the pants went
past the head of his throbbing
hardon.
Jeremy finished
pulling his Wes's shirt off as river pulled his pants off.
Wesley was now completely naked. His hard, throbbing cock
standing straight
up. He was leaning against Jeremy, and could
feel his smooth chest rubbing
against his back. River meanwhile,
removed his own pants, exposing his 8 inch
cock, nestled in a
light brown bush of pubic hair. His shaft and balls were
also
smooth and hairless, like Wes's. River stood up on the bed, his dick
standing out in front of him. He slowly rubbed his hand up down
the lenght
of his shaft, while his other hand played with his
balls. He continued this
until a drop of his pre-cum appeared at
the slit of his penis. He then got on
his knees and moved closer
to Wes. His cock was inches away from him.
With his hand firmly
wrapped around his hard shaft, he brought the
glistening tip of
his prick to Wesley's chest, and rubbed some of the goo
on his
cock onto wes's nipple.
Wesley' moaned with his desire. His cock
throbbed rappidly now. A nice,
thick stream of his juice going
down the lenght of his shaft. River leaned
closer and pulled wes
up. The two teenage boys were on standing on their
knees facing
each other. Their hard cocks almost touching. River reached out
pulled wes by his shoulders, until their hard bodies were
touching. He wrapped
his arms around wes, as wes did the same to
him. Their bodies pressed against
each other. Their chest
rubbing, nipples hard and brushing against their
smooth skin.
Their two cocks were also rubbing together now, juices mixing
from each boy and coating each other.
River quickly leaned
forward, and Wesley fell back, onto the bed. River
fell on top
of him. Wes was moaning now, mad with desire. The feeling of all
that hot, smooth boy flesh pressed against his own was making
him go crazy.
River slid down the lenght of Wesley's straining
body. He stopped at
wesley's slim chest and began to rub it. He
licked and then sucked on each of
wes's nipples. He then slid
further down to wes's pulsing boy meat.
"Oh please, suck my cock
river..suck it hard!! I want to cum down your
throught!!" Wes
spoke in a high, loud voice. River meanwhile wrapped his
hand
around wesley's shaft and began to very slowly pump him.
Jeremy
meanwhile had taken his pants off and was now crawling over to
wesley, his cock bobbing up and down. He straddled his face.
Wesley now
had Jeremys 7 inch rod hanging in his face. His
heavy, slightly fuzzy balls
hung
just above his brow. Jeremy
lowered himself until the tip of his cock touched
Wesley's
forehead. Wes eagerly reached up and grabbed the pulsing shaft. He
looked at it closely, the veins running on the underside, the
swolen head. Wes
began to jack jeremy's cock. Almost as soon as
he he began, he saw some cum
leak out of the head. Wes couldn't
resist tasteing some of this sweet boys cum.
He brought the head
of jer's penis to his mouth and slowly began to lick it.
River,
meanwhile, stopped jerking on Wes's cock and now began to slowly
suck it. As soon as wes felt his throbbing meat slide into
River's mouth, he
reached his hands around jeremy to grab his
ass and shove his cock deep into
his mouth. Wes now had 4 inches
of cock stuffed in his mouth, with two heavy
balls hanging in
his face. He could feel the hard, hot throbbing shaft begin
to
swell, as he swirled his tougue over the head and glans of this
wonderful
cock. Wes was at his peak now...his hips began to
buck, as he tried to shove
his cock deeper down river's
throaght. While river was sucking on wes, he was
also stroking
his own hard prick.
All three boys were covered in a coating of
sweat now. They were all
moaning and making noises, as each
reached their peak, and began to shoot
their teenage cum into
and all over each other.
Wesley felt the cock in his mouth swell
up and then begin to shoot a big
load of cum, which filled
wesley's mouth and began to drip down his cheeks.
Wes managed to
swallow the second spurt, but knew he would choke on the third,
so he took that boy-cock out of his mouth and let it spray its
load all over
him.
Wesley's cock began to dump its load at
the same time. River sucked
Wesley's cock all the way down his
throught, which made wes cum even harder.
But then he took wes's
dick out of his mouth and rapidly stroked his fist up
and down
it, was wesley sprayed cum all over himself and river.
As
Wesley's cock began to shoot less cum river, river leaned foward and
stroked his own cock until he too let loose with a load of
sperm. He
collapsed on top of wes, as his cock conitnued its
spurts, all over
Wesley's chest and stomach.
When the three
boys finally stopped shooting cum, they just laid their
momemntarily. Wesley had three loads of cum covering his slim,
sweaty
body. River was lying on top of him, with his cock
pressed against his
stomach. Wesley was just lost in the most
satisfying experience he had
ever had.
He had two teenage
studs by him. One sweaty guy was lying on top of
him, their
bodies lubricated by sweat and cum. Jeremy had leaned forward
on
top of river, which left his cock hanging in wes's face. There was a
small
drop of cum leaking out of it, which fell right onto
wesley already cum
coated face. Having the weight of all that
teenage, boy flesh pressing
onto him, combined with the smell of
all that sweat and cum, was too much
for wes. He passed out with
both boys lying on him.
An hour passed, when a
cum-coated Wesley finaly woke up. He was lying
on the bed, with
river lying right on top of him. Jeremy was lying on top
of
river, with his head resting on the smooth cheeks of river's ass.
And his
balls and penis, now limp, was hanging directly over
wesley's face.
Wesley couldn't remember having any other
experience that was as great
as this one. Nor could he ever
remember waking up to such a great sight, as
jeremy's cock and
balls hanging in his face.
Wesley started to squirm out from
under that great pile of teenage flesh.
He eventually worked
himself out from the pile and stood up. There was Wesley,
looking down at these two sweaty boys, his own body sticky from
partially
dried cum.
It was time to move things to the next
step. "Computer, set tempreture to
32 degrees celsius, and
humidity to 100%". For Wesley, teen sweat and cum was
like
ambrosia. He could already feel the tempreture start to rise, and
the
sweat begin to accumulate on his body.
"Computer, a full
lenght mirror please." A full lenght mirror appearded in
front
of Wes. He greedily studied his body in the mirror. It was a much
improved image then the last one. This time his chest, and even
his face, had
a rather heavy layer of cum on it. A little bit
had dried, mostly on his
arms and legs, but his chest had stayed
moist, since river's sweaty body
had been laying onto of him,
keeping it wet.
He looked down at his cock, which was starting
to get hard. It was full of
dried up cum and spit, and it was
very sticky. With the new tempreture, Wes
knews his dick would
get even stickier, so he had the computer create a large
shower,
which he quickly stepped into. He turned up the water to a hot
level,
and began to rub all that great cum off his hot body. His
dick started to
swell up from being rubbed clean, so Wesley
began to jerk him self off
a little. He had only just begun to
stroke himself, when a pair of hands
wrapped themselves around
his chest, and began to rub his chest and stiff
nipples.
Wesley just assumed it was either Jeremy or River, which is why
he was
startled when the voice he heard next was not theirs. He
quickly spun
around, his cock bobbing around as he did, but was
very relieved, and even
more aroused when he aw who it was.
It was another teenage boy. But where Jeremy and River were
gorgeous
studs, this boy was cute and slim. He had blond hair
and blue eyes. When he
smiled he had the cutest, most beautiful
face. Unlike the other boys, he had
absolutely no hair on his
body at all. His cock was completely bare of any
pubic hair.
His cock.....its was the same lenghts as Wesley's, but it wasn't
hard.
Instead of his cock shrinking like most do when they are
soft, his stayed
the same length. His skin was a pale creamy
color, and so was his cock. It
was this shaft of meat, 6 inches
long, which just hung straight down
between his legs. His balls
were a little large, and hung heavy.
Wesley's couldn't take his
eyes off that piece of boy meat, looking
at it just hanging
there. Wes gave out a little gasp when Danny started
to walk
towards him. He watched as that cute cock swung back and forth with
each step.
By now, Wesley's shaft was hard and throbbing
again. He slowly knelt in
front of this boy and reached out and
picked up that delicious looking
cock. It was completely limp is
his hands.
Wes began to slowly fondle his new toy, while his
other hand played with
those big, smooth, heavy balls. Danny
spread his legs and bent his knees
slightly to allow Wesley more
access to his penis and balls.
When Danny spread his legs,
Wesley took the oppurtunity to reach through
Danny's legs and
feel his ass. What he felt was a smooth soft globe of
flesh.
Wesley continued to stroke Danny's shaft, which began to stiffen
up. His other hand continued to play with his ass, while his
fore arm
brushed up against those juicy looking balls.
Wesley got tired of stroking and decided he wanted to do some
tasting.
He lifted up the slim shaft and brought the tip of it
to his lips. He
slowly sucked it into his mouth, like a piece of
spaghetti. Soon the head
slid ast his lips, as he sucked more of
it into his mouth. His lips slid
down the shaft, which by now
was rock hard. Wes couldn't get enough of this
sweet looking
boy. He kept on sucking, drawing more and more of that
wonderful
hunk of flesh into his mouth.
By now, Danny's prick was
incredibly hard, harder then Wesley's dick, even
harder the
either Jeremy's or River's dicks had been. But it was also the
shortest, at 6 inches, and it was very slim. Wesley was turned
on by
how cute his dick was, and decided he was going to try
something he hadn't
done with the other two boys. He was going
to suck that cock all the way down
his throaght. He watched as
the hard, throbbing shaft slid further past his
lips. He almost
gagged when the tip of Danny's penis hit the back of his
throaght, but he relaxed for a moment to let his throaght get
ued to the
feeling of having all that teenage meat in it.
He
rubbed his tongue all up and down the lenght of the shaft in his
mouth.
He brushed the back of his tongue along the underside of
the head, and when he
did this a little drop of cum came out of
the tip of Danny's prick.
This spurred Wesley on, so he wrapped
his arm's around Danny's hips, and
grapped his ass with both
hands, as he pushed him deeper and deeper into
his mouth. Until
his nose brushed up against Danny's smooth crotch.
He could feel
that hard slim shaft resting in his throught. Wesley wanted
to
feel that shaft cum, so he started rubbing his tongue all over the
shaft,
while he made swallowing motions with his throaght. This
massaged the
throbbing head of Danny's cock.
Wesley was
playing with Danny's ass while he was sucking on his dick. He
was kneading those smooth globes of flesh when his finger
brushed against
his tight asshole. With his finger already wet
from the shower, which was
still on, he quickly pushed against
that smooth opening, and felt his
finger slide into a warm, wet
opening.
When Wesley slid his finger into Danny's ass, Danny let
out a load moan.
When Wesley heard Danny moan, he looked up at
him. The sight that he saw almost
made him cum.
There was
this sweet, blond haired, blue eyed boy standing above him. His
face was all scrunched up from the incredibly pleasure Wes was
giving him.
His slim, fine chest was heaving rapidly, with beads
of water running down
his chest, and onto his croch and wesley's
face.
Welsey wanted to taste his cum NOW. He began to suck very
hard on the
cock in his mouth, as he pumped his finger in and
out of that tight hole.
He felt the tip of that slim cock swell
in his throaght and knew he was about
to get his wish.
With
one more hard push up his ass, Danny began to unload all the cum
that was in his haevy teenage balls. Wesley felt the tip swell
up even more
in his mouth, and then he felt the shaft convulse
and a think warm stream of
cum shot out of the tip of the cock
and down his throaght. Danny's cock
spasmed again, and another
lond hard shot of boy juice went down wesly's
throaght.
Wesley wanted to taste som of that cum, so he pulled the cock
part way
out of his throaght, until the head of the penis was
resting on his
tongue. He rappidly wiped his tongu over the tip,
and wa rewarded with
yet another think warm squirt of cum. He
swirled it around in his mouth
and was caught off guard when a 4
squirt came, which over filled his mouth and
casued a think
stream of white cum to run down his cheek. He quickly
swallowed
the mouth full that he had, just as he felt that shaft spasm
again, and another squirt of juice came out. With one final
convulsion,
Danny dumped the last of his seed into wesley mouth.
Realizing that Danny had emptied his balls of their heavy load,
Wesley
slowy pulled that wonderful, hairless prick out his
mouth. He slowly stood
up and looked into that swet face, which
had a huge smile on it now.
He was looking slightly down at him
since he was about a half head taller
then Danny. He reached out
and lifted his face up slightly and then planted
his mouth on
those sweet lips. He pushed his tongue, which was still coated
with Danny's last spurt of juice, into Danny's mouth. Danny
quickly sucked
on Wesley's tongue and began to push his own
tongue into Wesley's mouth,
while his hands brushed up and down
welsey chest and throbbing cock.
As the two boys continued their
body rubbing and tongue sucking, Jeremy
and River walked into
the shower. Both of them were dripping sweat and sporting
large,
throbbing cocks. They stood side by side, their hips just touching,
as
they watched the two teenage boys suck each other face. They
both grinned and
walked over to Wes and Danny, their teen pricks
bobbing up and down with
each step.
Wesley and Danny both
gave out a slight yell when they each felt a hard
prick rubbing
at their ases. Both boys let go of each other and turned around.
They all started to laugh, but Danny quickly stopped laughing,
when he walked
over to Jeremy and wrapped his fist around that
large throbbing shaft. As
Danny began to slowly jack Jeremy's
dick, Wes and River stopped their laughing.
They had some
serious teenage fucking to do.
They both watched for a few
minutes as Danny slowly sank to the floor on
hi hands and knees,
and began to suck that hard cock down his throught. He
might
have been the smallest and youngest boy there, but when he got all
eight inches of rock hard, boy cock in his mouth, there was no
doubt that
he was the better cock sucker.
Wesley stared at
those cute smooth buns, as Danny rocked back and
forth sucking
on that fat prick. Wesley wanted that ass!! He wanted to shove
his cock in that smooth hole he felt, and fill it with his
spunk.
He walked over to Danny "I want to fuck that cute boy ass
of yours." It
excited Wesley even more to use that kind of
language, which he never got
to use on the ship.
"I am going
to take my hard prick and stick in the tigh ass of yours, is
that ok with you?" Wesley watched as Danny pulled all eight
inches of
Jeremy jock out of his mouth, he watched as the
glistening shaft slid
past those wonderful lips. When he got the
whole dick out of his mouth,
he looked up at Wes with that cute,
smooth, boyish face. In a voice that
was cracking, which made
him all the sweeter, he looked at Wes's throbbing
member, and
said "Its pretty big. Let me get something to make it a
little
smoother."
With that he stood up, his cock now standing straight
up, and ran out
of the shower, his cute buns jiggiling slightly.
He quickly returned, his
cock bobbing up and down widly. He
brought in some of the massage oils that
were outside on the
bed.
He poured some on his hands and began to message it into
wesley rock hard
penis. When Wesley's dick had a nice, glossy
coating of oil on it, he
handed the bottle to Wesley, and then
got on his hands and knees again and
began to eat jeremy's dong,
with is boyish butt sticking invitingly up in
the air.
Wesley quickly knelt down behind him, and with one hand, parted
those
incredible buns, to expose Danny's tight asshole. He pour
some oil right on
his hole. He then poked his finger in there to
spread it around.
Wes stopped for a sec to just take a look at
the scene before him. There was
this cut blond haired boy,
sucking another teenage boy. But where Danny
was slim and cute,
with his pale soft skin, Jeremy was well tanned, with
a nicely
muslced chest and arms, and a large prick. He watched as Danny
bobbed his head back and forth, he could see Danny's balls
hanging down
between his legs, and they were swinging back and
forth as Danny bobbed
his head and entire body.
Just as Wes
was moving into position, River put a hand on his shoulder. He
pulled Wesley back slightly. Wes could see that River had oiled
up his
pulsing member as well. River slid under Danny, so that
Danny' cock was
hanging in his face, while River's cock was
pointed up at Jeremy.
Wesley quickly caught on as to what river
had in mind and was even more
turned on by it. Wesley wa going
to fuck that cute butt of Danny's, while river
sucked on that
slim piece of meat between Danny's legs. Danny was sucking on
Jeremy, and Jeremy was about to be fucked up his ass by River.
With those thoughts racing through his mind, Wesley placed the
tip of
his penis againt Danny's hole, and with one hand wrapped
around his pole,
he began to slowly push his rod into that tight
ass. The head of his
cock began to open that hole, and Wesley
gave a slight thrust, and the well
lubed head of his cock
slipped into Danny's ass.
Meanwhile, River was holding his own
cock, as he pulled on Jeremy's
hips and positioned his prick at
the opening of Jer's ass. With a quick
pull, he impaled his hard
member all the way into Jeremy's ass.
When this happened, Jeremy
gave out a loud gasp and began to groan
slightly. His cock also
swelled up even more, and gave off a few drops of
precum.
Danny felt Jeremey cock swell up even more, as Wesley just
finished slowly
sliding his own rock hard prick his tight ass.
Danny was really enjoying
himself. He had two cocks stuffed in
both ends of him, and River was just
begining to blow him.
Wesly was also having the time of his life. His jock wrapped in
the
tight folds of Danny's ass. It was an incredible feeling,
his cock was
surrounded by this warm, smooth, wet, throbbing
flesh. He could feel
Danny's ass, as it alternately spamsed and
got tighter and then looser.
Wes began a slow fucking motion,
pulling his prick out almost to the head,
and the slowly pushng
it all the way back in. The sensation of his dick
sliding back
and forth in all the throbbing boy meat, was really getting to
Wes. His pace began to pick up and he began to fuck Danny harder
and faster.
River, meanwhile, was bucking his hips up and down,
as he fucked in and
out of Jeremy's ass. He could fuck with a
wild abandon, because Jeremy's
ass was well lubed and he wasn't
that tight to begin with. All the while,
he kept on sucking on
that delicious cock, and he could watch as Wesley
drove his
prick in and out of that incredilbly tight ass, and with each
thrust in, he watched as Wesley's cute balls slapped Danny's
ass.
Danny was really enjoying himself. He had an expert cock
sucker deep
throaghting him and he had a hard cock in his ass.
He leaned forward over Danny slightly, the sweat dripping off
his chest and
face and landing on Danny's back, as he reached
and pulled wesley closer to
him so they could tongue fuck.
Wesley was now leaning over Danny, sucking on Jeremy's tongue,
both boys
were dripping sweat as they each pounded their pricks
or had pricks pounded
into them. Welsey was now pumping his
prick in and out of that incredibly
tight ass. He was going fast
enough now that his balls were hitting against
Danny's ass, and
this only made him pump harder.
Wesley pulled his tongue out of
Jeremy mouth, and began to lick his sweaty
chest. He sucked one
nipple into his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the
tip,
casuing it to grow stiff. He did the same thing with his other
nipple.
He then began to kiss and lick all over Jeremy's chest.
Jeremy was moaning with pleasure, as Wesley gave his heaving
chest a tongue
bath. Danny was still sucking on his cock, and
had the whole thing down his
throaght, as he continuted to try
and swallow it. And River was still
pumping into his ass.
River was getting real turned on from watching Wesley dick slide
in and out
of Danny's tight hole. He reached a hand up and began
to fondle Wesley's balls.
He gently rolled them around in his
hands.
When Wesley felt a hand wrap it self around his steamy
balls, he knew he was
going to cum. He began to pull his cock
out all the way, and then rammed the
whole lenght of his shaft
back into that throbbing hole. His cock began to
swell, as his
shaft started to convulse and send a big spurt of cum, deep into
Danny's ass. Danny felt Wes shoot his load, and so began to
convules his
ass muscles. The feeling was incredible for Wesley.
His throbbing hunk of
boy meat wasburried to the hilt in Danny.
He felt this warm wonderful tunnel,
as it began to constrict and
rub his cock. Wesley kept pumping as he shot his
teenage cum
deep into Danny.
As Wesley was pumping, he was shooting, and
this caused a lot of his cum to
leak out and start to dribble
down Danny's crack. It evebtually dripped
onto his heavy balls.
Some of it started to run down his cock, and into
River's mouth,
while some just dripped onto river.
This was too much for Danny,
feeling that wonderfully hard, teenage cock
thrusting into his
ass, as it shot its seed deep in him. Then feeling all that
cum
oozing out of his ass, it just pused him over the edge. His cock,
which
River was licking at the moment, swelled slightly and
squirted a long think
stream of white cum, right onto river's
tongue and face. His cock rapidly
pulsed, sending several think
streams of boy cum all over River.
River, lying there and
feeling that slim shaft squirt all its hot juice
all over him,
began to shoot his own load into Jeremy's ass.
Jeremy
practically sat down on river's cock when he felt it spurt. Danny
was
still sucking on his cock and was fondling his balls. His
cock began to
swell even larger in Danny's mouth. It became to
large for Danny to deep
throaght anymore, so he pulled it out of
his mouth just in time to see the slit
atthe tip of Jeremy's
penis open, and a gush of semen came out and hit Danny
right in
the face. A second squirt came out and hit his neck and part of
his chest, before Danny took the head of that spurting cock back
into his mouth
and swallowed all the juice jeremy had to offer.
All four boys slowly pulled there cocks out of each other. They
all rolled
onto the floor to catch their breath.
Wesley's
eyes darted from each boy. River was lying on the ground, his face,
hair and chest covered in cum. He watched as River idly brought
his hand up
and swirled some of the cume around his chest, and
then around on his nipples,
which was extremely stiff.
Jeremy was lying on his back, with his knees up in the air, and
his feet
spread on either side him. Wes could see that his ass
was still throbbing
slightly, and they with each throbb, a bit
of River's juice would leak out.
Jeremy was running one finger
around his asshole. He would occasionly stick
his finger part
way in, and then pull it out.
Danny was also lying on his back.
His face and the upper part of his slim
chest was covered in the
load of cum that Danny shot. And his ass and balls
were covered
in the cum that wes had shot.
Wes, being unable to control
himself, and still horny, crawled over to Danny
and began to
fondle his penis, as he licked the cum off his chest. He gave
each of his nipples a few swipes with his tongue. His nipples
were also pale.
His chest was heaving up and down as wesley
licked his neck. HE thenk began to
lick his face. And he kissed
him, their tongues dancing over each other.
Satisfied for the
moment, Wesley rested his head on Danny smooth, slim,
pale
chest, while he still casually fondled his shaft and balls.
Eventually
they feel asleep, their teenage bodies exhuasted from
the fucking and sucking
they did.
Part 4
Wesley woke up, his head still resting on that slim chest,
and his
hand still cupping that sweet, long cock of Danny's. His
own dick was
completely shrunken up and shriveled, looking
nothing like the long, hard
shaft that had sprayed a hot load of
cum into Danny's tight ass.
Although Wesley's penis still needed
a little more time to
recover, there was no reason why his
teenage holo studs couldn't put on a
little performance for him.
Wes stood up, his limp cock hanging below his depleted balls. He
walked out of the shower and called the arch. He quickly tapped
in a few
commands. Wesley was somewhat disappointed in himself.
Even though he was
still horny, he just couldn't get it up. He
knew that comparing himself to
the holdeck teenagers was
foolish, since they could cum as long as he
wanted them to .....
which suddenly gave Wesley an idea.
Wesley hadn't thought of his
friend Jon in a while. He thought
back to some of the things
that he and Jon used to do. Wes and Jon's
friendship took a nice
turn, when they were both 14.
It also happened on the holdeck.
Both boys were enjoying the
freedom of being on their own, in a
camping program. Neither of their
parents were worried, because
the computer would prevent them from trying
anything dangerous,
and what they both did that weekend certainly wasn't
considered
dangerous by the computer.
Jon had sandy blonde hair, brown
eyes, and smooth, tanned skin.
Neither boy was very muscular,
but they didn't have an ounce of fat on
them, and were both very
lean.
Both boys had been hiking for a while, and the temperature
had
been fairly warm. They both had wanted to keep the
temperature at a more
comfortable range, but their parents had
insisted that they experience
what the real thing might be like.
Looking back now, Wes was glad they
hadn't lowered the
temperature.
After about 2 hours of hiking, both boys were quite
sweaty, so
Jon stopped for a second, removed his back-pack, and
started to unbutton
his shirt. Wesley stopped and stared, as he
watched his friend remove his
shirt. He couldn't stare for too
long, because he didn't want Jon to know
that he was attracted
to him.
He noticed that Jon was waiting for him to take off his
shirt as
well. Wesley was a little self-conscious about taking
any of his clothes
off in front of Jon, even though it was
something he had started to think
about fairly often these last
few month. He really had no choice now but
to remove his shirt,
otherwise he would attract more attention to himself.
So he
removed his back-pack, and pulled his shirt off over his head.
Jon grinned briefly for a moment, and then put his pack back on
and continued the hike. Wesley continued to glance at his
friends sweat
slick back, as he worked his shoulders, trying to
get the pack into a
comfortable position.
Resuming the hike,
Wesley began to get aroused by the feeling of
walking with the
air on his bare chest. He now noticed how cute his
friends ass
was through the tight material of his shorts. All this made
Wesley's 14 your old cock begin to rise. And at 14, once he got
it up,
which was more often then it was soft, the only thing
that would get it
back done would be a good jerk off session,
but he didn't think he was
going to be able to do that, at least
for a few more hours. So he just
tried to shove his cock down
the leg of his pants to make it less visible
and continued the
hike.
The two sweaty boys walked for another hour, the whole
time,
Wesley's cock continued to throb against his leg,
releasing a slow stream
of his boy spunk, which slowly slid down
his leg, and was beginning to
leave a slight stain on his pants.
It was right about now that both boys
arrived at the small, calm
lake.
Jon turned around to speak to Wesley, and Wesley quickly
turned
to the side to hide his hardon. Jon grinned and said "Hey
Wes, lets go
for a swim. I'm sweating like a pig and smell like
one." Wesley quickly
agreed, thinking that maybe he would be
able to swim away a little and
jerk himself off. He pointed to a
patch of woods and told Jon he could
change into his swim suit
over there. But instead a big grin appeared on
Jon's smooth
face, and he said "Why bother, we are the only one's here."
And
with that he proceeded to unbutton his pants. Wesley's heart
really started to pound, and that wasn't the only thing that
started to
pound. Torn between wanting to see his friends nude
body, or hiding his
very large bulge, he decided to try and hide
his arousal. So he turned to
the side slightly and began to undo
his own pants. The waist of his pants
slid down his smooth buns,
and then slid down his legs, releasing his pent
up erection,
which sprang up and stuck straight out and slightly up.
What
Wesley didn't see while he was pulling his pants down, was
that
Jon was staring at his balls, which were hanging down between his
legs while he was bent down pulling his pants off. When Wesley
was just
stepping out of his pants, and wondering how he was
going to hide his
wildly throbbing dick, he heard his friend
running to the lake. Wes
quickly turned around, just to see his
friend dive into the water. Wes
could have sworn that his friend
was hard as well, but just attributed it
to his own arousal. Wes
watched as his friend stroked out into the lake,
his lean,
tanned arms making steady strokes. The equally tanned cheeks of
his ass bobbing out of the water, and flexing tight as he kicked
with his
long legs. Wesley ran towards the lake now, and he
wasn't sure if he ran
to jump in and hide his raging hardon, or
to get closer to his friends
body.
He was just getting ready
to swim off to the side to relieve his
throbbing shaft, when his
friend called him over. He had to swim to him
since he had no
reasonable excuse not to. Just as he reached the spot
where Jon
was treading water, his friend dove under the water and pulled
a
surprised Wesley under. The two boys splashed and rough housed, and
Wesley was sure that his cock brushed up against his friend, but
he also
felt his friends cock, which was just as hard as his
own.
Right about then his friend made a grab for him, and
Wesley's very
hard shaft was pressed right into Jon stomach,
however, Jon's stiff jock
pressed into Wesley's thigh. Both boys
let out a loud moan when their
stiff cocks pressed into each
other. Jon regained his composure the first
and with a grin on
his face, he accused Wesley of having a hardon, and
Wesley
accused him of the same thing. Both boys smiled and laughed, and
continued splashing for a few minutes more, but the mood had
definitely
changed.
Jon being the aggressive of the two, he
took the initiative and
began to swim for the shore. Wesley was
right behind him, and had a great
view of his ass cheeks rubbing
together as Jon kicked his legs.
When Jon reached the shoe, he
stood up out of the water, and
started walking to smooth patch
of sand that was at the edge of the lake.
Wesley's cock throbbed
even harder, as he watched his friend in profile,
walking to the
sand. Jon's cock was just as hard as his, and was sticking
straight out from his body as he walked towards the beach, and
it was
bobbing up and down with each step.
Wesley reached
the shore and stood up, his own prick hard and
jutting out in
front of him. He followed Jon to the beach, drawn to him.
Jon
had stretched out on the sand, his cock still hard and standing up.
He rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Wes
laid down
about a foot away from Jon. But he couldn't close his
eyes, because he
couldn't take them off of Jon's body.
The
sun light shone off of Jon's body, small beads of water
running
down his tanned, lightly muscled chest. By now Wesley wanted to
jerk off very badly. Just then Jon rolled over onto his side,
facing Wes.
His cock now pointed straight at Wes, as he propped
his head up on his
hands. He glanced at Wesley's throbbing
shaft. Then with a grin on his
face, he asked Wesley if he ever
jerked off. Wesley's heart started to
beat faster, and his face
reddened, as he said he did sometimes. Jon then
said he wanted
to jerk off now. He said he was curious how other boys did
it
and wanted to know if it would be ok if he and wes jerked off in
front
of each other. This was a dream come true for Wesley, and
he immediatly
agreed.
Jon began to slowly rub his hard meat,
as he waited for Wesley to
do the same. Wes was extremly horny
now, and so he grabbed his cock and
began to slowly pump it, at
the same rate that Jon was pumping his own
shaft, and all the
time, his eye's never left Jon's hard prick.
Wesley watched as
Jon rolled onto his back, his hard shaft sticking
up into the
air. His skin was dry now, and looked smooth, and golden from the
sun shining on it. His nipples were a dark brown and pointed.
His stomach was
flat, and rising rapidly with his breathing. Wes
watched as the muscles in
Jon's right arm wrippled as he
continued to stroke his meat. His thumb and
fore finger
encircled his cock and stroked it up and down. His balls were a
creamy pale color, and were bouncing up and down as he stroked.
Jon's tanned, lightly muscled chest was heaving upi and down as
he
continued to stroke his hardened shaft. His shaft looked to
be about the same
size as Wesley's, about 6 inches. The head was
a deep red color, and the
shaft was a slightly lighter shade. He
had a thin patch of pubic hair
above his rod, but none on his
balls, just like wesley.
One things Wesley noticed that Jon did
differently, was they
way he stroked his prick. Wesley liked to
get some lube on his member,
and rub it up and down his shaft,
brushing the underside of his cock head
while ge rubbed. Jon
didn't really rub his cock. He used the loose skin
on the shaft.
He held his shaft tightly, and moved his hand up and down,
letting the skin move up and down as he stroked. With each up
stroke
his balls would get lifted up slightly. His legs were
spready apart,
which gave wes a great view of his smooth plump
balls as they
moved up and down. His legs were smooth and tan,
and well muscled.
Wesley's own cock was throbbing as continued
to stroke himself
and watch Jon stroke his own meat.
Jon
rolled onto his side, so that he was facing wesley and could
watch as wes jerked off. The two hoy young teenagers faced each
other,
as their stroking began to get faster. Their slim, hard
young body's
tense with their arousal. The eyes of each boy
roamed up and down their
body's, until they both stared fixedly
at each others cock.
Both bous were close to the edge now.
Precum was leaking out
of the tip of Jon's cock, and traveled
down in a glistening stream
down his tightly closed fist. The
balls of both boys began to tighten
up as their stroking got
faster. They each were stroking their meat at
a fast pace now,
their berathing was heavy and fast, as they each
fastened their
eyes on the others throbbing cock.
With a breathless sigh,
Wesley cock twitched and he let loose
with a long, thick, white
stream of teenage cum! Jon's eyes widened
as he saw the stream
of cum fly from the tip of his friends cock. He
imdiately began
stroking his own hard penis, and he too began to cum.
Just as
Jon was shooting his first stream of cum, Wesley shot his second.
Wesley mwas holding his cock so that all his boy cream landed on
his
smooth stomach and chest, but Jon was beating his meat so
fast,
that globs of cum were flying off of his cock, and they
landed on
Jon's body and wesley's.
Both boys continued to
pump their jocks, which were spewing forth
a heavy load of teen
cum. After 4 or 5 good hard shots of their
cream, they began to
cool down. Both boys laid down on their backs, idly
stroking
their softening shafts. Jon had small globs of cum on his
tight
thighs, all over his crotch, and his lower arm, and and his stomach
and chest. Wesley had think streams of it on his chest and
stomach. Two
small drops of cum glistned on wesley's cheek, it
was from Jon.
They each turned to each other and smiled, slowly
rubbing their
soft dicks now. Both of their penises were coated
in cum, and they were
rubbing it into their cocks, and over
their now low hanging balls.
Jon grinned at wesley "That was
great, I never came so hard
before. I loved watching as you
pumped your jock...in fact, I am
starting to get hard again just
looking at all of that spunk lying
on you."
Wes smiled back
at him, as his own cock started to rise back
up from hearing Jon
talk. He looked at Jon and saw that he had
a partial erection.
His friends chest now had a light sheen to it, from
the sweat he
had worked up from pumping his meat.
Wesley slowly pulled
himself over to where Jon was laying down.
He started to move
his hand towards Jon's chest. He glanced at Jon and
saw that his
breathing had picked up, and he gave a slight smile to wes
as
wesley moved his hand closer to Jon.
Very gently, hesitantly,
wes placed his hand on Jon's warm slim
chest, and rubbed his
skin in a small circle, just above his stomach. He
really
enjoyed the warm smooth feeling of his skin. His hand traveled down
slighly, to rub his now rapidly heaving stomach, feeling the
muscles
contract and relax.
Wes's cock was now rock hard
again, and sticking up out of his
lap. Jon's cock was also hard,
but not as stiff. His slim penis was
pointing straight at Jon's
face, and was about 3 inches off his stomach,
bobbing up and
down with each throb. Wesley moved his hand to his friends
young
cock and slowly wrapped his fingers around the pulsing shaft. He
moved
his hand down to cup his friends smooth warm balls,
rolling them around in
his hands. He rubbed his hand all around
Jon's crotch area, savoring the
smooth warm skin, enjoying the
way his friend would moan, and twist
his body as wesley touched
him.
Wes was suddenly brought back to present day when he felt a
hand
grab his tight ass cheek.
From: Fox news Bill O'Reilly
<billo@foxnews.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:30:24
Subject:
LUBBOCK, Texas — The FBI
issued an all-points bulletin Tuesday morning for a 22-year-old man
suspected of planting a series of pipe bombs in rural mailboxes.
Luke John Helder, white, 5-foot-9, 150 pounds with brown
hair and green eyes, is believed to be in the Lubbock or Brownfield
areas of Texas, the FBI said.
He is driving a gray, 1992
four-door Honda Accord with Minnesota license plate number EZL-783.
Helder is described as armed and dangerous.
The FBI in
Omaha, where the investigation is centered, would not confirm that
Helder is a suspect in the wave of mailbox bombs found since Friday
in the Midwest and Colorado. Agent Larry Holmquist would say only
that investigators were aware that an all-points bulletin had been
issued for Helder.
The APB was announced after a pipe bomb
was found Monday in a mailbox near Amarillo that authorities said
appeared to be from the same source as 17 others found since Friday
in Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska and Colorado.
"It's another pipe
bomb. It looks similar to the others," Holmquist said. "Upon our
initial inspection, it appears it would be from the same source."
Holmquist said a letter was attached to the pipe bomb, but
investigators had not yet inspected it.
"We haven't made any
comparisons yet, but everything else, including the bomb itself,
looks similar in nature," he said.
FNC
Amarillo
is about 325 miles southeast of Salida, Colo., where another pipe
bomb was found Monday. There have been no arrests and no injuries
reported since six people were hurt Friday.
Authorities said
anti-government notes found with most of the earlier devices were
nearly identical.
The FBI had said Monday that the first 15
bombs clearly came from the same source. The 16th bomb, found Monday
in Nebraska, was "pretty much the same" as the first 15, said Mike
Matuzek, Postal Service district manager for Nebraska and southwest
Iowa.
FBI agent Mark Mershon said the 17th bomb, found
Monday in south-central Colorado, was consistent with the others.
The discovery of the bomb in a Colorado mailbox already had
made authorities fearful that the wave of terrorism had spread out
of the Midwest.
"The logical concern here, given that this
device is consistent with the others, is: `Is the tip of the
iceberg?"' Mershon said after the 17th bomb was found in a plastic
bag in a curbside mailbox outside Salida, Colo.
Postal
carriers in the area were told not to deliver materials to any
closed mailbox.
The scare began Friday when six people were
injured by mailbox explosives in Illinois and Iowa, creating new
fears about domestic terrorism striking the heartland.
By
the end of the weekend, eight bombs had been found in Illinois and
Iowa, and then eight more were discovered in rural areas of
Nebraska.
The bombs in Iowa and Illinois were found in rural
locations that form a large, uneven ring about 70 miles in diameter.
The Nebraska bomb sites form a large ring about 90 miles across.
Those two areas are separated by about 350 miles but
connected by Interstate 80. Salida, about 100 miles southwest of
Denver, is more than 400 miles west of the Nebraska bomb sites.
Amarillo is about 325 miles southeast of Salida.
At
Salida, all mailbox doors were open along the quiet residential
street, 12 miles from the center of town, where the bomb was found.
A man who answered the door at the house said he didn't want to
comment.
"It seems unreal in a small town like Salida, in a
residential neighborhood. It's just unbelievable," said Ida Hansen,
a resident of the town of some 4,700 people for 20 years.
A
suspected explosive device found Monday in a field about 80 miles
east of Salida turned out not to be related to the case, said Rich
Marianos, a special agent with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and
Firearms.
As nervous letter carriers went back to work
across the Midwest on Monday, rural residents in Illinois, Iowa and
Nebraska were asked to leave their mailboxes open or remove their
mailbox doors as a precaution.
Jim Pelzer wore safety
goggles and earplugs as he delivered mail at Tipton, Iowa, where one
of the bombs exploded Friday.
"My feeling was when we had
9/11 and the anthrax scare, I was a little concerned about my job
safety," Pelzer said. "But now I'm intimidated and scared."
Officials described the bombs as three-quarter-inch steel
pipes attached to 9-volt batteries, and said they appeared to be
triggered by being touched or moved.
The Associated Press
contributed to this report.
From: Jim <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:30:24
Subject: Site that talks about pipe bombs and
mailboxes
Check out this site that explains how to use
pipe bombs in mailboxes, just like this guy did! Is this where they
got the idea. It looks like a normal page selling a product then all
of sudden they start talking about putting pipe bombs in mailboxes!!
Look:
http://www.geocities.com/promotingyourmessage2002
From: Whoopideedoo! <name@company.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:29:45
Subject: NY good MN bad
Fox
News is pathetic (but not as pathetic as the announcers on Fox
Sports.) And on a completely unrelated note, <A
HREF="http://MyRochester.com/">Rochester NY</A> is better
than Rochester MN!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:29:20
Subject:
Wesley woke up, his head
still resting on that slim chest, and his
hand still cupping
that sweet, long cock of Danny's. His own dick was
completely
shrunken up and shrivelled, looking nothing like the long, hard
shaft that had sprayed a hot load of cum into Danny's tight ass.
Although Wesley's penis still needed a little more time to
recover, there was no reason why his teenage holo studs couldn't
put on a
little performance for him.
Wes stood up, his limp
cock hanging below his depleted balls. He
walked out of the
shower and called the arch. He quickly tapped in a few
commands.
Wesley was somewhat disappointed in himself. Even though he was
still horny, he just couldn't get it up. He knew that comparing
himself to
the holodeck teenagers was foolish, since they could
cum as long as he
wanted them to ..... which suddenly gave
Wesley an idea.
Wesley hadn't thought of his friend john in a
while. He thought
back to some of the things that he and john
used to do. Wes and John's
friendship took a nice turn, when
they were both 14.
It also happened on the holodeck. Both boys
were enjoying the
freedom of being on their own, in a camping
program. Neither of their
parents were worried, because the
computer would prevent them from trying
anything dangerous, and
what they both did that weekend certainly wasn't
considered
dangerous by the computer.
John had sandy blonde hair, brown
eyes, and smooth, tanned skin.
Neither boy was very muscular,
but they didn't have an ounce of fat on
them, and were both very
lean.
Both boys had been hiking for a while, and the temperature
had
been fairly warm. They both had wanted to keep the
temperature at a more
comfortable range, but their parents had
insisted that they experience
what the real thing might be like.
Looking back now, Wes was glad they
hadn't lowered the
temperature.
After about 2 hours of hiking, both boys were quite
sweaty, so
John stopped for a second, removed his back-pack, and
started to un-button
his shirt. Wesley stopped and stared, as he
watched his friend remove his
shirt. He couldn't stare for too
long, because he didn't want John to know
that he was attracted
to him.
He noticed that john was waiting for him to take off his
shirt as
well. Wesley was a little self-conscious about taking
any of his clothes
off in front of John, even though it was
something he had started to think
about fairly often these last
few month. He really had no choice now but
to remove his shirt,
otherwise he would attract more attention to himself.
So he
removed his back-pack, and pulled his shirt off over his head.
John grinned briefly for a moment, and then put his pack back on
and continued the hike. Wesley continued to glance at his
friends sweat
slick back, as he worked his shoulders, trying to
get the pack into a
comfortable position.
Resuming the hike,
Wesley began to get aroused by the feeling of
walking with the
air on his bare chest. He now noticed how cute his
friends ass
was through the tight material of his shorts. All this made
Wesley's 14 your old cock begin to rise. And at 14, once he got
it up,
which was more often then it was soft, the only thing
that would get it
back done would be a good jerk off session,
but he didn't think he was
going to be able to do that, at least
for a few more hours. So he just
tried to shove his cock down
the leg of his pants to make it less visible
and continued the
hike.
The two sweaty boys walked for another hour, the whole
time,
Wesley's cock continued to throb against his leg,
releasing a slow stream
of his boy spunk, which slowly slid down
his leg, and was beginning to
leave a slight stain on his pants.
It was right about now that both boys
arrived at the small, calm
lake.
John turned around to speak to Wesley, and Wesley quickly
turned
to the side to hide his hardon. John grinned and said
"Hey Wes, lets go
for a swim. I'm sweating like a pig and smell
like one." Wesley quickly
agreed, thinking that maybe he would
be able to swim away a little and
jerk himself off. He pointed
to a patch of woods and told John he could
change into his swim
suit over there. But instead a big grin appeared on
John's
smooth face, and he said "Why bother, we are the only one's here."
And with that he proceeded to un-button his pants. Wesley's
heart
really started to pound, and that wasn't the only thing
that started to
pound. Torn between wanting to see his friends
nude body, or hiding his
very large bulge, he decided to try and
hide his arousal. So he turned to
the side slightly and began to
undo his own pants. The waist of his pants
slid down his smooth
buns, and then slid down his legs, releasing his pent
up
erection, which sprang up and stuck straight out and slightly up.
What Wesley didn't see while he was pulling his pants down, was
that John was staring at his balls, which were hanging down
between his
legs while he was bent down pulling his pants off.
When Wesley was just
stepping out of his pants, and wondering
how he was going to hide his
wildly throbbing dick, he heard his
friend running to the lake. Wes
quickly turned around, just to
see his friend dive into the water. Wes
could have sworn that
his friend was hard as well, but just attributed it
to his own
arousal. Wes watched as his friend stroked out into the lake,
his lean, tanned arms making steady strokes. The equally tanned
cheeks of
his ass bobbing out of the water, and flexing tight as
he kicked with his
long legs. Wesley ran towards the lake now,
and he wasn't sure if he ran
to jump in and hide his raging
hardon, or to get closer to his friends
body.
He was just
getting ready to swim off to the side to relieve his
throbbing
shaft, when his friend called him over. He had to swim to him
since he had no reasonable excuse not to. Just as he reached the
spot
where John was treading water, his friend dove under the
water and pulled
a surprised Wesley under. The two boys splashed
and rough housed, and
Wesley was sure that his cock brushed up
against his friend, but he also
felt his friends cock, which was
just as hard as his own.
Right about then his friend made a grab
for him, and Wesley's very
hard shaft was pressed right into
John stomach, however, John's stiff jock
pressed into Wesley's
thigh. Both boys let out a loud moan when their
stiff cocks
pressed into each other. John regained his composure the first
and with a grin on his face, he accused Wesley of having a
hardon, and
Wesley accused him of the same thing. Both boys
smiled and laughed, and
continued splashing for a few minutes
more, but the mood had definitely
changed.
John being the
aggressive of the two, he took the initiative and
began to swim
for the shore. Wesley was right behind him, and had a great
view
of his ass cheeks rubbing together as John kicked his legs.
When
John reached the shoe, he stood up out of the water, and
started
walking to smooth patch of sand that was at the edge of the lake.
Wesley's cock throbbed even harder, as he watched his friend in
profile,
walking to the sand. John's cock was just as hard as
his, and was sticking
straight out from his body as he walked
towards the beach, and it was
bobbing up and down with each
step.
Wesley reached the shore and stood up, his own prick hard
and
jutting out in front of him. He followed John to the beach,
drawn to him.
John had stretched out on the sand, his cock still
hard and standing up.
He rested his hands behind his head and
closed his eyes. Wes laid down
about a foot away from John. But
he couldn't close his eyes, because he
couldn't take them off of
John's body.
The sun light shone off of John's body, small beads
of water
running down his tanned, lightly muscled chest. By now
Wesley wanted to
jerk off very badly. Just then John rolled over
onto his side, facing Wes.
His cock now pointed straight at Wes,
as he propped his head up on his
hands. He glanced at Wesley's
throbbing shaft. Then with a grin on his
face, he asked Wesley
if he ever jerked off. Wesley's heart started to
beat faster,
and his face reddened, as he said he did sometimes. John then
said he wanted to jerk off now. He said he was curious how other
boys did
it and wanted to know if it would be ok if he and wes
jerked off in front
of each other. This was a dream come true
for Wesley, and he immediately
agreed.
John began to slowly
rub his hard meat, as he waited for Wesley to
do the same. Wes
was extremely horny now, and so he grabbed his cock and
began to
slowly pump it, at the same rate that John was pumping his own
shaft, and all the time, his eyes never left John's hard prick.
Wesley watched as John rolled onto his back, his hard shaft
sticking
up into the air. His skin was dry now, and looked
smooth, and golden from the
sun shining on it. His nipples were
a dark brown and pointed. His stomach was
flat, and rising
rapidly with his breathing. Wes watched as the muscles in
John's
right arm rippled as he continued to stroke his meat. His thumb and
fore finger encircled his cock and stroked it up and down. His
balls were a
creamy pale color, and were bouncing up and down as
he stroked.
John's tanned, lightly muscled chest was heaving up
and down as he
continued to stroke his hardened shaft. His shaft
looked to be about the same
size as Wesley's, about 6 inches.
The head was a deep red color, and the
shaft was a slightly
lighter shade. He had a thin patch of pubic hair
above his rod,
but none on his balls, just like wesley.
One things Wesley
noticed that John did differently, was they
way he stroked his
prick. Wesley liked to get some lube on his member,
and rub it
up and down his shaft, brushing the underside of his cock head
while he rubbed. John didn't really rub his cock. He used the
loose skin
on the shaft. He held his shaft tightly, and moved
his hand up and down,
letting the skin move up and down as he
stroked. With each up stroke
his balls would get lifted up
slightly. His legs were spread apart,
which gave wes a great
view of his smooth plump balls as they
moved up and down. His
legs were smooth and tan, and well muscled.
Wesley's own cock
was throbbing as continued to stroke himself
and watch john
stroke his own meat.
John rolled onto his side, so that he was
facing wesley and could
watch as wes jerked off. The two hoy
young teenagers faced each other,
as their stroking began to get
faster. Their slim, hard young body's
tense with their arousal.
The eyes of each boy roamed up and down their
body's, until they
both stared fixedly at each others cock.
Both boys were close to
the edge now. Precum was leaking out
of the tip of John's cock,
and travelled down in a glistening stream
down his tightly
closed fist. The balls of both boys began to tighten
up as their
stroking got faster. They each were stroking their meat at
a
fast pace now, their breathing was heavy and fast, as they each
fastened their eyes on the others throbbing cock.
With a
breathless sigh, Wesley cock twitched and he let loose
with a
long, thick, white stream of teenaged cum! John's eyes widened
as he saw the stream of cum fly from the tip of his friends
cock. He
immediately began stroking his own hard penis, and he
too began to cum.
Just as John was shooting his first stream of
cum, Wesley shot his second.
Wesley was holding his cock so that
all his boy cream landed on his
smooth stomach and chest, but
john was beating his meat so fast,
that globs of cum were flying
off of his cock, and they landed on
Johns body and wesley's.
Both boys continued to pump their jocks, which were spewing
forth
a heavy load of teen cum. After 4 or 5 good hard shots of
their
cream, they began to cool down. Both boys laid down on
their backs, idly
stroking their softening shafts. John had
small globs of cum on his
tight thighs, all over his crotch, and
his lower arm, and and his stomach
and chest. Wesley had think
streams of it on his chest and stomach. Two
small drops of cum
glistened on wesley's cheek, it was from john.
They each turned
to each other and smiled, slowly rubbing their
soft dicks now.
Both of their penises were coated in cum, and they were
rubbing
it into their cocks, and over their now low hanging balls.
John
grinned at wesley "That was great, I never came so hard
before.
I loved watching as you pumped your jock...in fact, I am
starting to get hard again just looking at all of that spunk
lying
on you."
Wes smiled back at him, as his own cock
started to rise back
up from hearing john talk. He looked at
john and saw that he had
a partial erection. His friends chest
now had a light sheen to it, from
the sweat he had worked up
from pumping his meat.
Wesley slowly pulled himself over to
where john was laying down.
He started to move his hand towards
john's chest. He glanced at john and
saw that his breathing had
picked up, and he gave a slight smile to wes
as wesley moved his
hand closer to john.
Very gently, hesitantly, wes placed his
hand on john's warm slim
chest, and rubbed his skin in a small
circle, just above his stomach. He
really enjoyed the warm
smooth feeling of his skin. His hand travelled down
slightly, to
rub his now rapidly heaving stomach, feeling the muscles
contract and relax.
Wes's cock was now rock hard again, and
sticking up out of his
lap. John's cock was also hard, but not
as stiff. His slim penis was
pointing straight at johns face,
and was about 3 inches off his stomach,
bobbing up and down with
each throb. Wesley moved his hand to his friends
young cock and
slowly wrapped his fingers around the pulsing shaft. He moved
his hand down to cup his friends smooth warm balls, rolling them
around in
his hands. He rubbed his hand all around john's crotch
area, savouring the
smooth warm skin, enjoying the way his
friend would moan, and twist
his body as wesley touched him.
Wes was suddenly brought back to present day when he felt a hand
grab his tight ass cheek.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:28:41
Subject:
<Font size=+4>FOX NEWS
SUCKS ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</FONT>
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:28:06
Subject:
FOR THOSE OF YOU STATING
THAT WE ARE MAKING FOOLS OF OURSELVES: GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
From: Rush Limbaugh <rush@eib.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:27:49
Subject: Dude I'm
impressed
I am an excellent role model for the youths of
Amerika!
If I weren't such a lazy fat freaking chickenhawk,
I mighta done something like that.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:26:53
Subject:
I've been a Star Trek fan
for most of my life. Ever since the original
series back in the
sixties. And now this New Generation comes along and
turns out
to be really great.
Because of the new series, I started
going to the Star Trek conventions
around the area. What a gas
they are. And can you believe, I actually
won one of the door
prizes at one of these conventions. This was a
looloo, too. I
got an all expense paid trip to visit the set of the Next
Generation and get to watch a taping.
Troy, Picard,
Crusher, Worf, Ricker, Tasha, Data. They would all be there
and
I'd actually get the chance to talk with them. Oh yes, and let's not
forget Wesley Crusher. Cute kid.
Now this was back
during the shooting for the second season. This just
gives you a
frame of reference for what is to follow.
So anyway, I show
up, all a jitter with excitement. My favorite show, and
I was
really there to see how they did what they did.
The morning
was fabulous. I got to talk with all of the major characters.
All but Wil Wheaton. He was off with his tutor and was not to be
disturbed. But I was promised that I'd get to meet him after the
lunch
break.
So I watched intently all of the goings on.
All the takes, all the
different angles from which they shot
each scene. And the highlight was
when Patrick Stewart offered
to give me the grand tour of the Enterprise
bridge. It lasted
nearly an hour. I got to play with a few of the
control stations
and see what the cast got to play with on a daily basis.
I
was simply overwhelmed by the courtesy and friendship that the cast
and
crew showed toward me. I was let in on every detail of the
day's
activities. Hell, I even got to eat lunch with the cast!
It couldn't have
been a better day. Or so I thought.
It
was about one o'clock when one of the crew came up and led me to one
of
the cast trailers and told me that Wil Wheaton was now free
and had asked
if I would come to his trailer.
I knocked
on the door and the reply was instantaneous.
"Come in."
Yep, that was Wesley Crusher's voice alright.
He was
sitting at a makeup table in the middle of the trailer, wearing a
bathrobe and, it appeared, little else. Wil was cute as could be
at
sixteen. Clear complexion and just the nicest kid. He brought
out a
couple of sodas and sat on the couch with me and we
chatted about the
various episodes that I'd liked and that he'd
been particularly fond of.
I noticed during this
conversation, that Wil was wearing mostly nothing
under the
robe. I could just make out a pair of red bikini underwear.
But
I couldn't make out anything else. Besides, I was having too much
fun
just talking about my favorite subject, Star Trek.
After about half an hour, Wil got up.
"I guess I
should probably get ready. Give me just a second to get into
my
uniform."
Now these trailers were small and there really
wasn't anywhere to change
in private. So he unashamedly shucked
his robe, his back to me, and
reached out to grab his uniform
pants. And that was when I saw the marks.
"That's a nasty
rash you got there." There was a red rash about three
fingers
wide running from under his bikinis to just above the ankle.
"Oh, that's not a rash. I got scraped up yesterday during
one of the
scenes." He looked around his side at it. "I'm glad
you mentioned it
though. I've got to put some of that ointment
on it before I get into
these pants."
He started to
apply the ointment, but wasn't doing a very good job of it.
He
missed all kinds of spots.
"You're missing quite a few spots
with that stuff."
"I never was very good at putting this
stuff on. Would you be willing to
give me a hand?"
Would
I!!! But I was cool and nonchalant with my response.
"Sure.
Why don't you come lay on the couch where the light's better and
I'll be sure to get it all."
As he turned toward me, I
discovered that despite what may be seen on the
TV, this boy was
fairly well packed in the crotch. About seven or eight
inches of
cock and a fair set of balls to accompany it. Nice.
He
handed me the ointment jar and lay on the couch.
I took a
bit into my hand and noticed that it was a little cool, so I
rubbed it between my hands to warm it up. Then I placed my hands
on this
leg, just above the knee and began to work the ointment
into the bruise.
I took the opportunity to caress every inch of
his body that I could
safely negotiate.
It took three
handfulls of the stuff before I had finally worked my way up
to
the leg of his bikinis.
"If you want me to get it all I'll
have to get under those sexy bikinis of
yours." I was taking a
hell of a risk, wording my statement the way I did.
But by this
time, I had a raging hard-on and was less concerned with the
possible consequences than I was with the prospect of getting my
hands on
those small, tight buns of his.
He never flinch
or gave any indication as to his response to my remark.
He
simply lifted his but in the air and held it there.
"You
might as well finish what you started."
Yeow! I didn't waste
a moment. I reached up and took hold of those sexy
drawers of
his and gently pulled them down his legs to just above the
knees. I noticed as I gave the initial pull that there was some
resistance from the front of his body.
`Could it be?' I
thought. `Could this boy have a hard-on?' It was just
too good
to be true.
But I went on about my business as though I'd
noticed nothing. I fondled
and caressed those tight teenage buns
as much as I felt that I could get
away with, in the interest of
applying the ointment.
When I'd gotten all of the buise that
I could find, I was reluctant to
quit. But I had more than
enough sensory information about this boy that
I'd be able to
really pound my pud that night. So I placed the ointment
jar on
the table at the head of the couch.
"Well, that's all of it.
There's nothing more that needs to be done."
"Yes there is."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Wil rolled
over, revealing his hard eight inch tool. There was a small
damp
area at the head of it that was ample indication that he had really
enjoyed the rub down.
"I think that since you are the
one responsible for this situation, that
you should be the one
to fix the problem."
I looked into those eyes and could
detect no hint of joking or anything
other than sincere desire
to be touched.
Well, I'm not one to deny the wishes of a big
hollywood star, so in I
plunged.
I grabbed that teenage
tool and began stroking it to renewed life. It
grew even bigger
in my grasp. And then the precum started to flow with a
vengeance. Puddle after puddle had to licked up by my tongue.
And each
time I licked the head of that beautiful cut meat, he
shuddered with
delight.
I soon felt his hand on my
crotch where he began rubbing my hard meat
through my clothes.
Oh I desperately wanted to rip off my clothes so that
he could
touch the real thing, but I was too involved with what I was
doing to really care about it.
I worked that cock until
Wil was really breathing heavily. His balls
began to pull in
close to his body. I just had to have all of him. So I
leaned
over and swallowed that luscious dog. All the way to the base.
And then I pumped it over and over again.
I could feel
myself getting nearer and nearer to the bursting point. The
excitement of what I was doing and the rubbing that he was doing
had me so
close to the edge that there was just no way that I
was going to stop it.
And then it happened. He arched his
back and pumped his juices down my
throat. And just as he let
loose, so did I, right into my clothes.
We both came for
what seemed an eternity. And when we had both finished,
I made
sure that he was good and clean and then released his slowly
softening cock, and he removed his hand from where it lay in my
lap.
"Oh, thank you," he replied as he reached down for his
shorts. "It's been
nearly a week of hard shooting, and I haven't
been able to get free long
enough to spend any time with my
girl."
This shocked me. And it must have shown.
"No,
I'm not gay. But hell, a blow job is a blow job, no matter who
delivers it. And I could tell by the way you were trying to get
a peek
inside my robe that you were interested."
"And
the ointment?"
"Oh, that really was medicine. But I wasn't
due for another application
until this evening."
Sly
kid, this Wil Wheaton.
"You're not mad, are you?" he asked.
"Not a bit," I smiled. "It was a treat and a pleasure to
have been able
to help you out. I enjoyed it."
"Good!"
he said as he got up from the couch and headed for his uniform.
"Now I'll get dressed and I'll go show you the rest of the sets.
The
medical lab is great!"
And that was that. Not a word
was spoken nor any hint given that anything
had happened that
day in the trailer.
But as I have watched that show since,
Wesley Crusher always seems to
enter the scenes naked as a
jaybird, his cock hard as a nail, winking at
me as the adventure
continues.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:26:27
Subject:
NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR
From: The Orange Alliance
<coachpmustgo@hotmail.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:25:42
Subject: CoachPMustGo.com
Luke, turn
yourself in and stop doing this. Your message has been heard.
Bringing a peaceful conclusion to this story is the way to make sure
that people hear you now.
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From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:25:42
Subject:
"Here Jonah Boy!" I called
to my handsome young dog, as I made my way to the
small office
in the basement of my house. This is the place that he and I
would always go, late at night after my wife would go to bed two
stories
above us. Yes, I said my wife. I'm a very happily
married heterosexual man,
and I share everything with my wife,
but there is one secret that I keep
from her. Something that
I've been doing ever since my first experience at
the young age
of just thirteen. That secret is that I love to get my ass
fucked by big dogs. If my wife ever found out, her reaction
would almost
seem comical I'm sure, as it would be the absolute
last thing she'd expect
from who she thinks is her
mild-mannered, conservative husband. As I
mentioned, I've been
letting dogs mate with me since a very young age,
almost 20
years now, and I know I'll never get enough of it. I've been
fucked by dozens of dogs - family pets, friends pets, strays,
and even
strangers dogs. My current mate is my 4 year old, 80
pound pure-bred
yellow-lab named Jonah. I have trained him ever
since he was a pup to learn
to love fucking my ass, and he does
love it! He is an enthusiastic mate,
but he has slowly become
more patient with his technique over the past year
or so. A year
ago when we would fuck, he always needed guidance to find his
mark, and would hump at my ass erratically, often slipping out
and stabbing
me hard in the most sensitive places. Now though,
he is a seasoned lover,
who takes his time and is so used to my
movements that he finds my waiting
hole every time without my
help.
I had been traveling for a week on business, jerking
off in strange hotels,
all the while thinking about how badly
I'd love Jonah to be there fucking
me. When I arrived home,
Jonah was eager to greet me, bounding in the air
and licking me
on the face. I knelt down to him and whispered into his ear,
"later we'll mate" and he has come to know those words, which
always make
him very excited. For the rest of that evening, all
I could think of was
fucking with Jonah, even to the point where
my wife noticed and asked me if
I was distracted by something.
Little did she know that my distraction was
sleeping under our
feet at the moment. A few hours after dinner, my wife
announced,
much to my excitement, that she was retiring for the night.
"Don't stay up too late" she said, and I assured her that I
wouldn't, but
that I was going to the basement to catch up on
some "work."
With my wife up in bed, I made my way to the
basement stairs, then turned
and called to Jonah. "Here Jonah
Boy!" Needless to say, Jonah was excited
beyond description. I'm
sure that those of you reading this who share my
desire for dogs
know the reaction that my dog was having right now! Jonah
and I
make our way down the stairs and into my small office, where I turn
and click the door locked behind us. The office is in the corner
of our
house, with two high windows on the walls, which let in
just enough light
from the street lamps outside to let Jonah and
I see each other. The floor
is thinly carpeted, but with thick
matting underneath, and thus provides a
very comfortable place
for me to get on my hands and knees....
Once in the office,
I turn to Jonah, who is sitting now, wagging his tail
furiously
with his tongue sticking out. I stand before him, as I usually
do, and slowly begin to get undressed. First kicking off my work
shoes, and
then unbuttoning my shirt, letting that fall to the
floor behind me, leaving
just a thin t-shirt on my upper body.
Next, my pants and boxers come down
all at once, and as usual
Jonah takes this cue to come around behind me to
try and lick at
my ass and balls from behind. Sometimes I let him do this,
as it
begins the excitement rising in me, and other times I forbid him
from
getting to my ass, which excites him all the more. As I
undress, my cock
slowly starts to come to life, growing ever so
slightly. I undress down to
my t-shirt and socks, and with Jonah
excitedly walking around me in circles,
I slowly lower myself
onto the carpet, onto my hands and knees. Jonah then
comes
around behind me and frantically starts to lap at my ass, licking my
soft hole eagerly, and lapping at my balls with his wet warm
tongue. This
sends shivers throughout my body and I feel my cock
growing even more with
each lick on my tender sphincter. Then, I
turn over onto my back, pulling
my knees back toward my chest,
raising my feet high in the air to give Jonah
complete access to
my ass, balls, and growing cock, all of which he licks,
soaking
me with his warm tongue. My cock has now grown to it's full length,
and I begin stroking it as Jonah continues his work on my
ass-hole, licking
and digging into me with his tongue. The
sensation is electrifying and I can
feel myself becoming more
and more turned on by my hungry dog. After a few
more minutes,
Jonah stands over me, and I move myself underneath his body,
with my face just inches from his sheathed cock. I love the
musty animal
smell of him, and I push my face into his furry
sheath and I lick at his
balls hanging there for a few seconds
more. This seems to turn Jonah on
even more and usually signals
to him that I am eager to have him mate with
me.
As I
mentioned above, Jonah has become a more patient lover, but this
does
not diminish how eager he is to make me his bitch. As I
roll back over onto
my stomach, I slowly lift myself onto my
hands and knees and Jonah is upon
me within a second. He wraps
his front paws around my stomach, holding me
against my thighs,
and I feel him hunch forward, his still sheathed cock
moving
into position with small thrusts. I move back toward his cock,
positioning myself in a place that has become so familiar to
both he and I.
I can feel his sheath just touching my sphincter,
and I can feel his wet
pre-cum wetting my waiting hole. He feels
it too, and suddenly he thrusts
his entire length into me. The
sensation is simply indescribably as his
cock pushes deeply into
me. Then Jonah grabs me tightly and his rhythmic
humping begins.
He thrusts himself in and out of my ass, and I relax myself
to
let him in as far as possible. His humping is exquisite and I reach
below my stomach and stroke at my cock in time with his
thrusting. I can
feel the knot at the base of his cock growing
slightly and he thrusts that
too inside of my hot ass, in and
out several more seconds and as I feel him
growing, I slowly
lean forward and his pounding cock slips out of my wet
hole.
Jonah humps at the air a few times then comes to a rest, his
cock sticking
fully out of his sheath, but not yet as large as
it will soon grow. I roll
onto my back beneath him and I
hungrily lick the dog cock that has just been
inside of me,
tasting his salty pre-cum, slipping my mouth over the tip of
his
cock and taking as much in my mouth as I can. I feel a few warm
spurts
of pre-cum against my tongue and I swallow what he gives
to me. The feeling
must be very overwhelming for Jonah, as he
then jumps over me and begins his
circling around me again. His
cock slips back inside his sheath, and he
bends toward it to
clean it with his own tongue. I let him lick my face, my
neck
and then my mouth, which I eagerly open for him so that our tongues
meet. But he knows we're not done yet.
I lay on my back
again and stroke my cock even harder, spreading my legs so
that
Jonah can lick at my ass again, cleaning his slippery pre-come from
my
sphincter and lubricating me again with his warm saliva. When
I roll back
onto my hands and knees again, Jonah is instantly
upon me, but more eager
than the first hump, he plunges
instantly into my slick ass again, this time
fucking me with all
his might. His knot grows quicker this time, and I let
it slip
inside of me, then out again, back and forth a few times. His knot
goes in me once again and I leave it there for a few more
seconds, and he is
thrusting wildly into me. The knot grows even
bigger and before it gets too
big for me to handle, I carefully
let it slide just outside of my sphincter,
not allowing Jonah to
tie with me. His powerful thrusting continues though
and his
cock continues to grow inside of me, with his knot slamming against
the outside of my sphincter, trying to force its way back
inside. After a
few seconds more of this amazing fuck, I can
feel the spasms filling his
body as he lies mounted on me and
fills my ass with long hot spurts of cum.
Jonah slows his action
and finally comes to rest, his weight fully supported
on my
back. He claws at my back and shoulders, shifting his weight around
and I can feel his cock throbbing with each spurt of cum that he
pumps deep
inside of me. I have learned to leave my t-shirt on
during his fucking to
protect my back and shoulders from this
clawing that he does as he cums. I
reach behind me and I take
hold of his knot, which is Jonah's signal to
climb off my back
and to turn himself on me, so that we are now ass to ass,
with
his huge 8-inch and very thick cock still buried deep inside of me.
I
twist my legs inside of his, to hold him in place and I let go
of his knot
in my hand. Jonah finally settles down, so I relax
the grip I have on him
with my feet, spreading my legs out wide,
and lowering my body slightly more
to allow his cock to push as
far inside of me as possible. I can feel the
mass of his knot
pressing against the outside of my sphincter, and Jonah is
panting from the energy of his ride on top of me.
I
reach up and I pull the t-shirt up and over my head. Next, I reach
underneath me and pull my socks off one at a time, so that I am
now
completely naked for Jonah. As I sink my body closer to the
ground, my legs
move back and spread even further, but my ass
stays high in the air with
Jonah's big cock stuffed inside up to
the knot. Jonah turns his head and
licks at the sole and toes on
my feet, which makes me wild with desire for
him. I try to keep
completely still for a few moments, feeling the pulse
and throb
of Jonah's cock pumping his dog cum into me.
Now it is my
turn to cum, and I slowly start to stroke my cock. I relax my
sphincter as much as I dare, without letting Jonah slide out of
me and I
start moving my ass up and down against his cock. I
move so that his fully
engorged cock slides in and out of me. I
use my muscles to milk his cock,
squeezing slightly as I let it
slide out of me, then relaxing as it pushes
back in, over and
over again, all in rhythm to the strokes of my own cock.
I can
feel Jonah's cum spill slightly out of my tight sphincter, covering
the back of my legs and my balls. I reach back and wet my hand
with his cum
and use it to lubricate my own cock as I continue
stroking. Jonah pulses
inside of me and my ass bobs up and down,
his cock sliding in and out of me,
faster and faster, massaging
my tender prostate to the point of no return.
As I feel myself
begin to cum, a long, low, animal groan is instinctually
released from my body. My legs and bare feet flail behind me,
Jonah's cock
is like a piston as I move my ass up and down along
his length, and my hand
strokes my cock faster as the first
thick lines of cum pour out of my body
and onto my stomach and
the floor beneath me. The feeling is overwhelming
and I moan
louder and louder as my sphincter contracts around Jonah's thick
cock with each ejaculation until my body feels like it is
floating, with
Jonah's giant warm cock still spurting deep
inside of my ass.
After a few moments, I let my body drop to
the floor and with that Jonah
slips from my ass with a small
gush of wetness. He immediately turns and
laps at my aching
sphincter, and I roll over for him so that he can clean my
balls
and the cum from my stomach. I end this amazing mating session by
ruffing Jonah's head and letting him kiss my mouth and tongue.
From: Fat dude on a mountain bike
<anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:25:10
Subject: my 2 sense
For years, ideas
on how to get faster have been tossed around in the bike industry
like beer cans at a post-ride bash. Often these bits of wisdom seem
to fall on deaf ears--most clydes typically feel that any program
designed to make them lean, mean biking machines fit about as well
as a European racing jersey.
But you can go faster, get
better and enjoy riding more without committing to a hectic and
demanding training schedule that leaves you little time to mow the
lawn or play with the kiddies. According to Jim Lehman, training
guru at Carmichael Training Systems, individualized programs can be
created to fit the average big boy and work within the demands of
your jet set lifestyle. And having a coach to create a program based
on your physiology is the best way to perform at your peak.
But if you feel like you're still not up to following a
prescribed training program, there's still a way to, well, train
without it being so much like training.
The Good News
Size is not a limitation to how fit you can become, Jim says.
"Cycling is not a weight-bearing activity so weight does not really
affect how the person can train. Just like every other aspect of the
body, hearts are proportional to the individual's overall body size,
so larger individuals will typically have larger hearts when
compared to smaller individuals. The same is true of lung size (and)
volume. In light of this, larger individuals will also have larger
muscle mass so they (are) able to generate more power."
Okay, so you're probably stronger than the small guys. The
big problem is strength-to-weight ratio. Some of us have a good one,
some of us don't. If you've taken a gander at yourself in the mirror
lately and noticed that you've been bulging in the wrong places, you
may want to up your strength-to-weight ratio by trimming your waist
size (but never, ever drop below 200 lbs. because that would be
wrong).
Chances are you like to eat. In fact, a good many
clydes have elevated the post-ride refueling regimen to an art form.
So depriving yourself is probably not going to work very well. Nor
will it last very long before you flip out, run to Baskin-Robbins
and have a triple mocha sundae with extra whipped cream and fudge.
Jim recommends always eating breakfast and cutting 500
calories out of your diet every day. Nothing drastic, just enough to
make about a pound a week drop off your frame. It's not easy, of
course, but the upside is you'll have more energy, ride longer,
stronger and, if you shed quite a few pounds, your equipment will
like you more. And that's a good thing.
The Not-So-Good News
The best way to get faster is, surprise, to train. And to get
faster on a mountain bike, Jim says you ought to be spending time
on, gasp, a road bike (also known as a mountain bike training
device). Not that there's anything wrong with that really. Unless
you're like me and don't find the prospect of riding a road bike all
that much fun. Still, it works. Just ask the elite mountain bikers
who spend most of their training time on a set of skinny tires.
The reasoning is simple: on a road bike you're in a more
controlled environment where you can train at a desired level. Off
road it's just more difficult, explains Jim "You just don't have
that much control over the intensity of the workout because the
trails dictate how you ride."
To start, take your mountain
bike training device to a good long uphill and do three to four
intervals that last several minutes once a week. If you don't have
long climbs where you live you can try to accomplish the same thing
by riding at a higher intensity for longer periods on flatter roads.
The key here is getting your body at or slightly below your lactate
threshold, says Jim. This is the point where your legs are burning
and sustaining the effort is difficult but still possible. As you
feel yourself getting stronger, move up to twice a week. After a few
weeks of that, Jim adds, you'll want to fall back into a once-a-week
maintenance mode to avoid burnout.
For those of you still
skeptical about riding a road bike, take heart. The same thing can
be accomplished on your mountain bike and a good fire road. It just
won't be as easy.
The second training tip Jim has is to
spend time in the saddle riding between 65 and 75 percent of your
highest obtained heart rate. To find that number it requires a
not-so-subtle attempt at killing yourself. Simply strap on a heart
rate monitor, warm up really well then get your body up to your
lactate threshold for several minutes, concluding with an all out
sprint for as long as you can possibly stand it. Ouch. Yet the
resulting number will be a decent gauge from which to base your
training intensity. Once a week for two hours at 65 to 75 percent of
that number and you'll improve your aerobic efficiency.
Perhaps the most important and most forgotten form of
training is rest and recovery. "Recovery is something most people
neglect," Jim warns. "The perception is you get stronger while
you're training, but in reality you get stronger during the recovery
and regeneration process."
Good recovery starts with a
post-ride stretch, a good food to refuel your muscles and hydration
with a sports drink. Jim recommends Endurox® R4®. As always, drink
plenty of water every day whether you're riding or not.
Get
Serious Already
So you may never race a day in your life. You
may never drop below 240. But we all live to ride a little faster,
to climb a little better, or to beat our buddies to the next trail
marker. So think about taking your riding at least a lit more
seriously. You may even have to get a road bike to make it happen.
But by following a few simple tips you can speed up, maybe even whip
some of those small guys. And what better motivator is there than
being large and in charge? None, if you ask me.
Obviously, this will only take you so far. If you're
wanting to open a whole can of you know what on the trail, contact
Carmichael Training Systems for an individualized program that will
make you breath fire. Check them out at www.trainright.com.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:25:08
Subject:
Bwaaaahaaaahaaaa! Fox News
needs to disappear.
So do the rest of you. You're making
fools out of yourselves. It's so encouraging that the best two cents
the bulk of you can throw in is a weak prison rape joke, or a plug
for your own lame band. Stop embarassing yourselves.
From: Darth Vader <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:24:55
Subject: Hey
LUKE I AM YOUR FATHER.
Somebody had to say it.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:24:41
Subject:
Most guys look forward to
heading home at college breaks to see the
family and an old
girlfriend. I'm kind of different. Don't get me wrong I
love
seeing my Mom and dad. And old girl friends didn't matter when I had
Blue to come home to. I head home with lust on my mind and a
half hard cock
thinking of what will happen. I arrive at the bus
station and greet the
family. We set off in the car and drive to
our rural home. As we drive I
ask in a round about way how my
dog has been. Dad promised when I headed to
college they would
not get rid of him. He's a beautiful blue tick coonhound
that I
got at age 14.I head into the house and up to my old bedroom. I
throw my stuff on the bed and plan to get into something more
comfortable.
I search through my dresser drawer and find my old
sweat shit. Hidden at
the bottom of the drawer under tons of tee
shirts I find it. My cock jumps
knowing what that shirt has been
through over the years. It's my getting
fucked shirt. I always
wear it when the dog and I fuck. It has tons of
flaws in the
fabric on the belly part from his claws digging into my lower
belly. I pull it over my head and continue to look for a pair of
sweat
pants. Finding a pair I pull off my underwear and pull the
sweats on. I
finish it off with a pair of old construction boots
and head out of the
room. I yell to Mom that I'm going out and
spend time with Blue. Little do
they know how we spend time.
My cock swings half hard as I head out to the barn area.
Blue has a
doghouse and is chained behind it. As I round the
corner I see him sleeping
in the shade next to his box. I yell
to him and he jumps up fast. He's
still as beautiful as I
remember. It takes a few minutes before I see his
tail go to
wagging full speed. I drop to my knees and hug him fully. He
knows I'm home now. I rub his back as he goes to sniffing at my
groin
area. He gets my scent right away and I know what he's
wanting. He goes to
whimpering and jumping all around. I know he
has missed our regular sex
sessions and is need of relief bad. I
can hardly control myself from
dropping my sweat pants and
letting him go at me right there. My hands run
down his sides
and feel at the familiar cock that was the first inside
me. The
dog had gotten my cherry at 15. He was a year old then and horny as
all get out. Seamed a natural thing that we both ended up as
lovers. The
cock swelled fast at my groping and his hips went to
humping. I calmed him
down with whispers and proceeded to remove
the chain that he was attached
to. Once he was free I got to my
feet and headed into the thick woods that
were behind the barn.
He followed at my side looking up at me with lust in
his black
eyes. There was a clearing we always used not far down a
well-worn path that we had made over the years. He barked a few
times and
fell behind my steps and sniffed at my asshole through
the sweat pants I
wore. My cock was at full staff as I felt the
dog's noise trying to get a
good sniff between steps I took. He
was wild with lust for me and wanted me
bad. I knew the sex I
had waited so long for was at hand. It drove me crazy
knowing he
wanted my asshole so bad.
The clearing was soon in sight and
our passion for each other was
overwhelming. The clearing was
very small with dense trees and brush all
around. We learned
long ago no one would interrupt our mating. I stopped
and turned
to him. I reached down and patted his head. His tail was waggin
on full speed. I used one foot to remove the boot I wore from
the other
foot. Once one was off I flung it off my foot and
proceed to do the other.
I learned long ago to not bend down and
remove them. That was a sign to
Blue I was ready for his mount.
It's hard to get a 120 LB dog off your
back when he's ready and
your not. With my shoes removed I paused for a
second before
removing my sweat pants. My cock sprang out rock hard and my
asshole twitched for my lover inside me. He watched with little
patience
as I removed my pants. He moved behind me. I dropped to
my hands and knees
as his hot breath was at my asshole in an
instant. He sniffed at the hole
and slowly started digging his
tongue over my ass ring. I knew at any
second he would jump my
back and begin the act. No sooner then the though
left my head
then I felt his weight on my back. His big head fell along
side
my own at my shoulder and his large front paws found there way to my
lower belly. Once his paws hit the place where my hips meet my
groin the
deep hard humping began. I felt the small wet tip of
his cock part my
cheeks and feel for the familiar warmth of my
ass ring. We have fucked for
so many years we had our sex act
down pat. He had never missed his mark. He
knew just where to
go. Once I felt the tip enter my butt the ruff deep well
humping
began. I knew to push my hips back against the hard thrusts. We
always knotted. It was the way nature had meant it to be and I
was his
mate. He only humped a few times before I felt the
swelling knot pass my
ring. Once inside me we were committed to
about 20 minutes of being locked
together. I felt him his knot
growing.
His humping lasted only a few seconds after the
knot entered. His 8"
of cock was by now fully swelled in my
guts. I relaxed now dropping my head
down and feeling him
inside. Each time I moved a muscle he squeezed my
sides tighter.
If he only knew there was no way I would leave him. This is
what
I had waited for months. No way I was going anywhere. I jacked off
many nights thinking about the very thing we were doing now. He
started his
panting in my ear as if he had worked so hard
getting his dick wet. I moved
my head towards his head. He began
his usually licking of my ear as we
waited. He licked the side
of my face and the back of my crew cut head. I
supported his
weight and took his load. The wind blew lightly and felt good
on
my hard cock. I listened to the birds sing and felt his heart beat
on my
back. His warm belly against my lower back.
He got
tired after 10 minutes of being on my back. He slowly began to
let me know he wanted off. I lowered my self down and he eased
off me. He
swings his one back leg over my back and turned on
me. We now stood locked
butt hole to butt hole. I could now at
least raise myself up some and
relieve the pain in my lower
back. His knot pulled at my insides to get
free. I knew my boy
was good for at least 10 more minutes of dumping cum in
me. I
could feel the wetness of his slobber on my right shoulder. My
sweatshirt was socked with it. I also felt a small bead of
overflow cum
drop down my ball sack and drip to the ground
below. I knew he was fully
charged with sperm and this would be
a big load from him. I would keep his
balls well empty for the
next two weeks while I was home. We always humped
at least once
a day. But this one load would burn the most in me. His boys
were swinging strong.
As the cock slipped from my
asshole I knew it was over. I squeezed my
asshole as fast as I
could to keep any from running out. He turned as fast
as he left
me and went to licking the fresh fucked hole. He always cleaned
up his messes. His tongue dug between my balls and cleaned me up
good. I
slowly got to my feet and went for my sweat pants. Blue
went to licking
clean his own cock. As I pulled my pants on I
felt so relaxed. His cum
could be felt in my ass as a very full
feeling. The need to shit would be
strong over the next hour and
one I could fight. I always let his cum be
absorbed into me. As
the pants covered my hips I dug my crack to dry the
excess dog
spit and cum. I smelled at my hand hoping I didn't smell to bad
of dog cum and dog smell. I pulled on my boots and yelled for
him to
follow. I watched as he takes a long piss. We headed back
down the path.
This time he wasn't as hot on my tracks as
before.
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Date:
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From: MamaSatan
<mamasatan@fuckedcompany.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:24:09
Subject: you need a spanking.
you need
a spanking.
werd.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:51
Subject:
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD WHEN IN
DOUBT GO TO STOUT?
From: ShuMeDeMny <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:49
Subject: Yo Cory!
Put it on the FOX
news channel, my brother! I love this shit! I'm whackin' it in your
floppy drive right now, MAN!
=)
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:45
Subject:
I have been lurking at Nifty
Erotic Stories for many years. I get off so
good reading the
Bestiality Stories. I am 44, I have been bitch to my male
dogs
since I was 21. My first dog/Stud was a lab. I had him fourteen
years. I was such a bitch, he was a wonderful Stud. He serviced
his bitch
almost at will, almost every day of his adult life. He
craved mating me as
much as I craved him mating me. But that is
another story. I have a
current story I would love to share. I
feel I owe it to Nifty and fellow
Beastly site lovers. I know I
am going to get off just writing it for you.
Circumstances
have made it such that since my last dog, also a lab past
away I
have not been able to have another dog for over two years. I knew
for six months that I would be able to get a new lover. I was
going crazy,
re-living past Studs, my household pet just fucking
me silly. I love being
tied, love the times my lovers and I have
time to tie, his Knot buried deep
in my ass. Seems my Studs
loved it too, they were always ready to mate
bitch. I would
beat-off knowing that soon I would have a new lover. A
Stud to
please in every way and at the same time being so happy and
sexually fulfilled myself. I could be bitch again.
My
man bitch pussy was so empty, Craving a big dog's cock stuffed all
the
way into bitche's ass. I would whine when I cum beating off.
My dogs
always got excited when I whined to be fucked. Soon.
Soon a new Stud for
bitch.
The situation came, I could
get a new Stud. I thought it would take me a
month to settle in
before I started looking for a dog. I was so wrong
about that. I
was consumed with the thought of getting a dog. At work,
everywhere, my head was filled with thoughts of being bitch
again. My
happy dog fucking me hard. Filling my ass with hot dog
cum. Holding me so
tight, pulling me onto his tool. Panting over
me once he stuffed his knot
nice and tight in bitche's cunt.
Tongue juice dripping on my shoulder. I
had only been in my new
situation few days. I had used cream hair remover
on my balls
and ass, anticipating dog tongue on me Ohhhh, feels so good to
be smooth. Dog tongue licking up from my hole to my cock,
passing over my
hairless ball sack. I was Aching, yearning,
Craving dog cock. I was an
addict. Only a new Stud could be my
fix. Make me content and happy.
Saturday morning I was
reading a Zoo story on-line, I was so hot. I
needed a dog so
bad. I got a newspaper and started looking for a dog. I
could
not find an ad for what I wanted. I got online, found the near-by
county Shelter. They had a 1.5 year old German Shepherd featured
that day.
I called, he was still there. After a 150 mile round
trip my new dog Jake
and I were home. I let him check out the
house. He sniffed every corner of
the house and yard, twice at
least. We found a place for his food and water
Etc., I walked
him around the neighborhood. Jake sniffed and peed on every
post
and bush.
"Very nice Tool Jake. ", I thought to myself.
I had of course coped a feel at the shelter, he was intact.
I jerked him a
little and he started humping. I stopped. I knew
he would make a nice
Lover. Jake is a medium sized German
Shepherd, mostly black with nice tan
markings. Fine looking dog.
Strong Stud type dog. My first german
shepherd after having
three different Labs at other times of my life as a
Zoo.
"Time to go home and check out the bedroom a little better
Jake? " I
asked. He wagged his tail. I took that as a yes.
We started toward home. I had been a little hard since
getting to the
shelter. On the drive home Jake licking my face,
starting to teach him to
kiss my mouth I was stiff. Now I knew
it was time to really check each
other's bodies out. I got
harder on the walk home. I was so excited. We
went to our
bedroom, the place I was hoping we would fulfill eachother's
sexual needs for years to cum.
Besides my three other
dogs, all I had for many years, I have been bitch to
three or
four stray/neighborhood dogs too. I know how to be a good bitch.
I got naked fast. I had the smell of cum on my crouch from
jacking off
before going to the shelter. I laid down on my back
on the floor. I
encouraged him to check me out, sniff and lick
me. I was hard and stroking
myself. I was petting him, telling
him what a good dog he was. I started
touching and holding and
stroking his sheath, he did not mind. I stoked
his knot, still
very small inside his sheath. He started humping !!!. I
was so
happy, I knew then he would be responsive to sexual exploration.
While jacking my wood I jacked Jake's cock, me, soon to be
bitch, on my
back, under my Stud. His wonderful pink cock
expanded out of his sheath.
It was my first time seeing his
cock. It has been two years since I had
doggie cock. I
immediately put my bitch lips on his tool and sucked and
jacked
it out of hiding. Zeke was loving it, humping fast. I pulled his
sheath over the knot before it was large, his whole cock out
now, growing,
swelling in my mouth and hand. I was so hot, so
hard, so in NEED of a
doggie to be my stud again. I was bitch
again. Now I was sucking my Stud
for the first time. As soon as
I started playing with him he started
precumming. I love that
about dogs, constant squirts of precum. I love it
in my mouth
and I love aiming it all over my face and body. I think of it
as
Cum Showers. God I love cum showers. I was getting a wonderful, hot
cum shower. Jake humped until his cock was fully expanded. Then
he stood
over me panting. Holding him behind his Knot. His
Juices squirting on me,
in my mouth often. Swallowing his hot
cum
I was holding him behind his knot, sucking and rubbing
his throbbing cock
all over my face. I was going to cum soon.
Zeke was standing, his head
towards my groin just panting,
dripping tongue juice on my belly. He was I
think enjoying his
new home. Zeke was only out of the shelter for maybe
five hours
and he was getting his cock sucked by his new......master? Who
is who in this situation. A gray area of sexual bliss.
"
Oh god Zeke I'm going to cum, oh yes, oh what a nice cock. oh god I
want you to fuck me soon. Oh god, I'm cumming. "
His
cock way deep in my mouth, me holding his knot, I squirted onto my
chest. Oh god Jake. He noticed this new goo coming from my cock
It was on
my chest, my cock and hand. He sniffed, took a
tentative lick. He started
licking in earnest, licking my belly,
down to my cock. He was licking my
cock ! OH yes. We were
sixty-nining ! We were cumming in each other's
mouth.
I
was moaning and humming on Jake's cock. Savoring the taste of him.
Breathing in his scent. Gently humping my cock at his licking
tongue. I
rubbed cum on my boy hole. He licked my bitch cunt.
Heaven
My heart, just like EVERY time I had dog sex
in the last twenty years, my
heart was pounding so hard. I was
panting too, bitch was orgasmic, under
his Stud, Studs cock down
bitch'es throat. Saturday afternoon, our first
day together, I
knew it was only the first day of a many year relationship.
I
knew Stud and bitch will find many ways to please each other.
" Oh good boy, your cum is so fine. Oh yes Jake. " " Oh god
I love your
cock. I will fucking worship your cock Jake "
After a bit more licking and sucking he stepped away. I
knew, I held his
knot and he stood looking away from me. I held
on and sucked his cum a
moment more, then he stood and licked
his dick until it retracted back into
it's divine sheath. I
patted the floor next to me and he laid down next to
me. His
warm soft fur next to my skin. I put my face in his fur and
breathed deep. His scent imprinting on my mind. I will know and
love His
scent forever now. I bet I get a little woody most of
the time I smell him
now.
I will let you know about
Saturday evening and Sunday, And oh my god what
happened today
when I got home. This is going to be a very good year.
Happy
New Year
This is my first attempt at writing. I hope you all
enjoyed it.
From: Matthew Mark Paul
<biblestudies@rage.it>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:42
Subject: sacks of people ??
what if it
is the guy...shit the album is called SACKS OF PEOPLE...bet his
family brainwashed him with religion
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:34
Subject:
MUCH LOVE TO LEFT EYE
From: mike l <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:20
Subject: Nice lives.
You guys post
threatening messages on a board for a band who may or may not have
been involved in mailbox bombings. Nice lives.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:19
Subject:
I lived in an apartment that
did not allow pets. Even as I walked up the
stairs I saw the
notices in big bold letters 'NO DOMESTIC PETS'. I lived
with my
girlfriend and she kept a parrot, called Rufus, we managed to keep
it a secret but I had to give my dog away to my parents when I
moved in
here.
I had him since I was a teen; he was
given to me on my fourteenth birthday
after our cat died. I
called him Boris; he was a very friendly dog. I
started messing
around with him when I was sixteen, the first time he
fucked me
on my bedroom floor I passed out for over an hour. Unfortunately
though it had been five years since anything like that happened,
Boris was
living with my parents in Birmingham, miles from here.
The garage where I worked as a mechanic was in a busy
residential area. The
owner of the garage made one single visit
a day to see how we were getting
on, at all other times there
were four of us fixing the cars, until six,
that's when the
other three finished and continued on my own until we
closed at
eight.
It was around seven that evening, it was an unusually
hot and sticky
evening. I unbuttoned the overalls down to my
stomach and pushed it back
over my shoulders, I was sweating
like a pig. I grabbed a cold can of coke
from the fridge and
rolled it over my chest to cool myself down, before
gulping it
down. The shutters from the garage were open in the hope that a
breeze would swarm its way in, but that was not the case.
I peered out into the relative dark; the German shepherd was
out in the
street again barking menacingly at passers by. He
belonged to someone down
the street but never seemed to be kept
indoors. All day long he was out
chasing little children or just
barking at people as they walked past. He
saw me across the road
and started barking at me; I wiped the sweat from my
forehead
with the back of my hand and got ready to get back to work.
He came running across the road and stopped just outside,
barking and
wagging his tail. I ignored him for a while but his
barking became
incessant, I figured he was hungry so I threw one
of my left over
sandwiches towards him, it quietened him down
and I bent over the bonnet of
the cruiser I was working on and
got back to work.
Suddenly, I felt something poking my butt;
I turned around to see the dog's
nose pointed at my butt,
sniffing my overalls. I pushed him away and bent
over the bonnet
again, this time the dog tried to mount me, and I stood up
and
pushed him away. Remembering the time when Boris would try to mount
me
when I undressed for a shower. I glanced down and noticed the
red tip of
his dog cock sticking out of the sheath. His tongue
was hanging out,
drooling and he was wagging his tail,
furiously.
I looked out to see if anyone was nearby, there
wasn't. So I kneeled down
beside the dog and ventured my hand
towards his belly, rubbing it over his
sheath. His cock sprung
out some more and I felt its wetness, as he began
humping into
my fist. But I stopped realising where I was, the shutters
were
up and anyone could walk by. I grabbed some old pieces of bread from
the counter and threw them out, hoping the dog would follow and
leave me
alone. But he didn't, he just stood there droopy eyed
with his tongue
hanging out, looking up at me.
I noticed
I was stiff, I adjusted my hard cock in my overalls, and it was
already wet with precum. I glanced down at the dog's belly again
his dick
had retracted. It was a quarter to eight, almost
closing time. I quickly
moved and pulled the shutter down; the
dog followed my movements with his
eager eyes.
I took my
boots off and let my overall slip off. I stood in front of the
dog, naked and sweaty, my thick hard cock was leaking. He walked
over and
started sniffing my sweaty crotch, his nose buried
under my nuts. I closed
my eyes and felt his wet doggy tongue
lapp at my hairy balls and cover my
throbbing cock with his
saliva. He moved behind me and started sniffing my
butt, his
nose probed between my ass cheeks, sniffing my sweaty ass hole.
I jerked my eyes open as I felt his wet tongue grind against
my hole. I
pulled away from him not sure about his dick. German
Shepherds had huge
dicks; I hadn't taken one in me for over five
years, I didn't think I could
take it. The dog looked up at me
curiously, I was overcome with lust, but
the thought of his huge
prick locking with me was scary. I smoothed my
hands over his
belly and my fingers ran over his sheath, his wet, sticky
doggy
dick poked out instantly and I stroked it for a while, my eyes
watery
with desire.
Glancing around the garage, I
noticed a dirty cloth in the corner. I went
over and spread it
down on the floor; the dog followed me, with his tail
wagging
and his dick leaking. I lay down on the cloth, spreading my legs
and shifting to get comfortable. I moved the dog over me and
pulled his
cock, it throbbed in my hand as I lifted my head with
my tongue hanging
out.
I licked his shaft from base to
tip a few times before closing my lips
around the wet tip. He
started humping furiously, fucking my face. I
pressed my hand
against his belly and held him back trying to control his
thrust
to stop from gagging. I worked his cock over in my hot mouth,
running my wet tongue eagerly over his sticky moist shaft.
My own dick was leaking precum onto my thighs, I reached
down and tugged at
it, as the dog started humping faster, I felt
the base of his cock, his
knot was forming and soon enough it
was enormous. I stroked it with my
fingers, sucking his hot
doggy dick. I gripped my cock harder and started
jerking off.
The dog humped hard and I felt his legs shake, my body was
covered in sweat and it was getting hotter, sweat dripped from
my face as I
licked his precum coated sticky dick.
His
cock exploded unexpectedly, drowning me in hot doggy spunk. I tried
to
swallow it, but most of it dribbled down my chin. I savoured
the taste of
the dogs cum, tasting it for the first time in
years, I licked his cock
clean as he was pulling it out, and my
hand gripped my cock so hard that I
began shooting my spunk all
over my stomach.
After recovering, I wiped myself clean with
the same the cloth that I had
laid on. I managed to get both the
dogs and mine spunk off my chest and
stomach. I urgently put my
overalls and boots back on before lifting the
shutter to let the
dog out.
As I drove home that evening, I kept thinking about
the way he sniffed my
ass and licked it. My ass hole twitched at
the thought, I regretted not
letting him mount me. After all
these years I had the opportunity but I
didn't take it. I was
lost in thought and felt my cock grow hard again; it
was still
sticky from before.
When I got back to the apartment my
girlfriend called out to me from the
bedroom. I answered her and
started unbuttoning my overalls needing a
shower badly. She came
out and asked me why I was late; I told her one of
the cars was
taking longer to repair than expected. She kissed me full on
the
lips, as she pulled away she told me I my lips tasted funny, I
remembered the way the dog had exploded in my mouth, the way his
spunk had
tasted. I told her I had a new drink at work!
Part Two
The following afternoon I kept looking out
to see if the dog was around.
But unlike usual he didn't seem to
chasing the kids or barking menacingly
at passers by. Some of
the other guys' kept asking me who or what I was
looking for, I
told them nothing.
That evening when I was left alone for
the last two hours of my shift, I
walked out onto the street and
looked up and down. The dog was nowhere in
sight. 'Just my luck'
I thought, he is normally never indoors and today he
is locked
up. I thought back over what had happened and what could have
happened in bed last night, and I decided that today I would let
the dog
mount me and fuck me good, the way Boris used to when I
was younger.
At eight, I switched off the lights and pulled
the shutters down, I glanced
along the street one last time and
then got into my car and drove home,
disappointedly.
That evening I kept imaging the German Shepherd mounting me
in the garage,
the feel of his huge dick ploughing my tight
hole, filling me up with hot
doggy spunk. I was distracted by a
phone call; it was my father calling
from Birmingham to see how
I was. While chatting to him, the thought of
going down for a
visit and hopefully finding some time alone with Boris
crossed
my mind. I could lead him up to my old bedroom and bend over for
him like I used to. But the journey was long, and I knew even if
I got
there, my parents would probably not leave me alone with
Boris long enough
for us to get down to it. No, I had my chance
in the garage and I blew it.
The following day was a Sunday;
the garage was normally closed on Sunday's,
so I didn't have to
work. I sat around in my shorts all day watching soccer
on TV,
it was another hot day and my shorts were drenched with sweat, I was
beginning to get horny, the heat always did this to me. I slid
my hand into
my shorts and played with my balls.
My mind
began drifting and I closed my eyes, getting into a pumping rhythm,
my hand gripping my dick as I stroked it back and forth. I
wanted to be
mounted so bad that my ass hole twitched and
reminded me how desperately it
needed attention. I made a
decision to try my luck one last time. I pulled
a t-shirt on and
grabbed my trainers, the garage was closed and I didn't
have the
key, but I had one of the work vans with me. I got into it and
cruised eagerly to the garage.
I made a few rounds of
the block but the dog was nowhere to be seen.
Dejectedly I
parked the van outside the garage and just sat there, horny as
hell and desperate for dig dick. After a while I heard a dog
barking in the
distance, I looked in the rear-view mirror and
saw the German Shep bouncing
about in the garden. My heart began
thumping in my chest as I realised that
today was my day...
But then I remembered that I didn't have the key to the
garage, where could
he fuck me? I noticed the back of the van I
was driving was empty, I
figured if I could get him in there
then I wouldn't have a problem bending
over and presenting my
sweat ass for him. Excited, and hard, I got out of
the van and
leaned against the door casually, waiting for the dog to spot
me. He did, and started barking like mad, I wondered if it was
because he
remembered what we had done or just because he always
barks.
I whistled and he came galloping over to me, like he
was trained by me. I
petted him a while, looking around
discreetly to make sure that I was alone
and out of sight. I
opened the van door, and tried to get him to jump in,
but he
wouldn't. He was drooling like last time with his tail wagging.
After many attempts he jumped into the van and I tried to figure
out where
I should take him to get laid.
This was a
quiet and lonely street, if we fucked in the back of the van
here then no body should get suspicious. But I didn't want to
take any
chances so I climbed in behind the wheel and drove off,
stopping a few
minutes later in a deserted cul-de-sac. I got out
from the front and
climbed in at the back, the dog was lying in
the middle, whimpering. When
he saw me, he stood up and started
licking me; I pushed him away and pulled
my shorts off. He saw
my sweaty crotch exposed and began licking it wildly,
I let him
do it, his wet tongue lapped my cock and wet my balls, he sniffed
my ass hole and licked it, I let him wet it through so I could
take his
monster dick. I lay back; the floor of the van was
covered in carpet,
rough but not hard. I lifted my legs in the
air and exposed my tight hole
more so he can lick it better. The
dog licked it eagerly, his tail wagging
and my cock throbbing.
After a few minutes I decided I couldn't wait any longer, so
I sat up and
reached under him, massaging his sheath and feeling
his sticky exposed
cock. I made it real hard with my expert
fingers, caressing and pulling
it. He started breathing raggedly
and humping into my fist. I knew it was
time, my heart was
beating violently, and I was scared of what I was going
to do
after all these years.
I moved on all fours, my sweaty palms
flat on the floor, I spread my legs
and lifted my butt in the
air. Straight away the dog climbed on top of me
and started
humping, he missed my hole and yearned for contact. I spread my
legs wider and after a few seconds of aimless humping he found
the spot. I
held my breath as he thrust his doggy dick all the
way in, my face twisted
as I let out a yelp; I was red and
groaning in pain. My ass hole throbbed
and stung, the dog fucked
me mercilessly.
I pressed my face to the floor and tried to
relax while the beast
penetrated my tight manhole. Just as I was
getting accustomed to the
agonising pain of being fucked by a
huge dog, he formed his knot and locked
with me. I gasped again
but the pain was over quickly. It was overtaken by
the intense
pleasure that makes this worthwhile.
I began moaning in
delight as he drove me wild with each thrust, I humped
back
against his doggy body, making the contact wilder and deeper. He
fucked me hard for over ten minutes, I groaned and squirmed and
came, but
he was still locked with me and thrusting wildly. My
body sweated
uncontrollably, the small van began smelling of
sex.
After what seemed like hours, the dog slipped out and
curled up in the
corner, I rolled over onto my back and lay with
my legs spread and arms
outstretched, satisfied and fulfilled. I
was breathing like an athlete who
has run 1000 miles non-stop,
my chest heaved as the sweat on body
glistened. I glanced over
at the dog that seemed to have fallen asleep. I
slid my finger
between my legs and scooped up some of the dripping dog
spunk, I
bought the finger to my mouth and sucked it, tasting the hot
juice.
I don't know how long I lay there recovering but
when I got dressed and let
the dog out of the van, it was late.
I walked slowly to the front seat and
started driving back, my
ass hole was sore and my shorts stuck to my butt
that still had
some doggy spunk leaking out.
When I got home, my girlfriend
told me that my parents had called, they
were going out of the
country for three days and wanted me to mind the
house and the
dog until they got back. They knew I had a week off from
work.
She looked at me curiously as I got excited, 'I told them that I'd
ask you' she said, I told her I'd do it, and straight away I
went upstairs
and started to pack. My spent dick began stirring
as I thought of spending
a few days alone with Boris.
From: Is this the Novell online support group?
<anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:18
Subject: Chet, I believe this will fix your IP
config prob. - Pete
Here is a list of references that you
will need to change when you modify the servers IP address(es),
please note that you should be at least CNE6 to understand how to
perform the actions mentioned in this TID.
Only products
that ship with NetWare 6.0 are taken into consideration, please
contact technical support for the product concerned.
INETCFG:
Bindings and Subnet Mask
Default Route
and possibly some other static network routes
Static NAT
tables
DNS Resolvers
O/S FILES:
SYS:etc\hosts
SYS:etc\hostname
SYS:etc\resolv.cfg (if you didn't
use INETCFG)
SYS:NI\UPDATE\DATA\PortResolverInstalled.properties
SYS:ETC\TRAPTARG.CFG (If applicable)
SYS:SYSTEM\TIMESYNC.CFG (If applicable)
AUTOEXEC.NCF:
Bindings/Mask (if you didn't use INETCFG)
Default Route
Secondary IP address(s)
FTP:
FTPSERV.CFG
FTPREST.TXT (You probably won't need to
change this)
DNS/DHCP:
Delete the ranges serviced by
DHCP if they can no longer be serviced by the new IP address and no
other server can service the range. There is no edit option for DHCP
in NetWare.
NOVELL SEARCH:
SYS:NSEARCH\SiteList.properties
APACHE:
SYS:apache\conf\adminserv.conf (There are upto 7 places that
need changing - 'listen', 'securelisten' and 'redirect')
iFOLDER:
SYS:apache\iFolder\Server\httpd.conf (2 places
- 'listen' and 'securelisten')
SYS:apache\iFolder\Server\httpd_additions_nw.conf
NETSCAPE ENTERPRISE SERVER:
TID 10067790
NWCS
Using ConsoleOne, change the IP address of each node in the
properties of the node within the cluster object container.
Check every cluster resource object for hard-coded IP
references that are no longer correct. If you have hard-coded DNS
references you must ensure that they still resolve to the correct
address.
Execute a 'Cluster Down' command then 'ULDNCS' on
each node before starting the cluster with 'LDNCS'.
Note: if
you are changing to a different subnet all cluster resources IP
address will have to be changed to be within the new subnet. If
client mappings are done using the virtual server's IP address then
the login scripts will have to be changed accordingly.
LDAP/SSL:
ConsoleOne: The ldap server object will have
to be recreated and reassociated to the ldap group object. A new SSL
KMO object will have to be reassociated to the ldap server object.
As the names of the servers have changed you will need to
recreate the following certificates:
1. SSL CertificateIP
(Regardless)
2. SSL CertificateDNS (Only if the DNS Name
changes)
NDS:
set dstace=*L
Execute a Repair
Server Address from DSRepair.
SLP:
If you are running a
SLP DA you can remove objects from the SLP Scope that reference
services on the server to ensure this happens instantly.
Once this is done, execute a 'SET SLP RESET = ON' on the
DA(s).
External References (not DS):
Change any DNS
records pointing to services (for example the iPrint NDPS Manager
DNS record) to point at the correct ip address.
IP-Based
Restriction files on other servers (such as FTPREST.TXT for FTP on
NetWare).
Static Routes on other servers or devices pointing
to the old address.
SLP.CFG files on other servers that may
have pointed to this server by IP address.
CLIENT: directory
agent list
Other servers may point to this server for
Timesync information, if that is the case you will need to change
the SYS:SYSTEM\TIMESYNC.CFG information.
OTHER:
SCMD has
a prefered IP address, this may need to be changed if it is
hard-coded.
From: The Orange Alliance
<coachpmustgo@hotmail.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:23:16
Subject: coachpmustgo.com
Luke,
turn yourself in and stop doing this. Your message has been heard.
Bringing a peaceful conclusion to this story is the way to make sure
that people hear you now.
CoachPMustgo.com
From: jana <woodnymph26@hotmail.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:23:00
Subject: you suck
what is
the point of bombing farmers?
From: Jim <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:47
Subject: Site that talks about pipe bombs and
mailboxes
Check out this site that explains how to use
pipe bombs in mailboxes, just like this guy did! Is this where they
got the idea. It looks like a normal page selling a product then all
of sudden they start talking about putting pipe bombs in mailboxes!!
Look:
http://www.geocities.com/promotingyourmessage2002
From: tinahb <tinahb>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:45
Subject: FOX news is so
irresponsible
Well... FOX news didn't give out this web
address, but they DID mention the name of the band and quoted from
the site. All you had to do was a search. I hope they get sued.
From: JoKeR <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:44
Subject:
Even after such events as
9/11, one still wants to create chaos on a nation that has withstood
one of history’s greatest devastations. Stranger… the messages these
ill-fated terrorists have sent have yet to be handed to them, even
after such destruction…. And your message is? If you aren’t content
with our government… leave. And if you’re not ready to face the
consequences of what you’ve done… run, but you can’t hide. “United
we Stand, Divided we Fall” “A brother helped by a brother is like a
city walled”
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:42
Subject:
I JUST WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT
OUT TO ALL MY PEEPS!!!
KEEP ROCKIN!
From: Blue Devil <bdevil@uwstout.edu>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:22:42
Subject: You dumb ass
Hey
man I'm a UW-Stout grad. What the hell are you thinkin? Now all
Stout grads are going to look like freakin terrorists!
I
hope a bomb explodes in your face!
From: AmericanStranger <anonymous>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:22:37
Subject: Four words for all you
Faux-watchin' morons:
INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY!
From: George Bush <gbush@whitehouse.gov>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:22:31
Subject: Fox news reported he was a
suspect. So chill.
Fox said he was a suspect. They never
said he committed the crime. Innocent until proven guilty, you know.
But if the FBI placed an APB on this guy, it's likely he's involved
to some extent.
This proves it. Don't mess with Texas!
From: Daniel Pelletier <rev4prez@yahoo.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:22:10
Subject:
Dude..whatever
you are going through, do not take it out on others. You are not a
martyr, and definitely Kurt Cobain would spit on you if he knew you
were doing this. I hope you are alright, and give yourself up. Life
is not worth doing this, maybe one day in a cell you will realize
this. May peace be with you.
From: Mike PorNtoy <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:06
Subject: no comment
You can ERT my ass
and balls!
From: ISays <yep@yep.net>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:22:05
Subject: He's going to MEXICO!!!
HAs
he talked about this Eric Hielscher??
From: John Fund <jfund@wsj.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:21:53
Subject: I hope they put you in my
cell
Do you like Fox News?
Do you like to beat women
too?
...so much to talk about!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:21:37
Subject:
Yesterday, I took one of the
biggest risks I'd ever taken as a zoo, but the
reward was worth
it. It started when I had to deliver some stuff over to a
friends house. He has no idea of my zoo life and I pretty much
know that
he'd freak if he ever found out. I loaded up my
station wagon and I started
out for his home. On the way there,
He called me on my cell to let me know
that he was stuck in a
meeting, but that I should just drop off the things
in the
garage. I asked him if he wasn't worried about leaving the stuff out
there like that, but he assured me that no one comes into his
yard because
of his dog, Jedi.
I arrived at his house
and was greeted at the gate by his beautiful
Rotweiler. He had
gone out of his way to import one of the English breed
ones.
Anyone who has never seen an English Rotweiler can have no idea of
how HUGE these dogs can get. Jedi knew me, so it wasn't a
problem. In fact,
he had a tendency to want to play most of the
time. I opened the gate, at
which point he promptly jumped on me
and almost knocked me to the
ground. After giving him the
requisite ear scratch he demanded, he got down
and let me back
into the yard and close the gate. I opened the trunk and
started
unloading the stuff, all the while watched by Jedi. As time went
by, I realised I was continuously glancing down at his sheath
and his cock
and I realised that I was actually starting to
wonder what it would be like
to get fucked by him.
I was
so busy watching him that I dropped some stuff on the ground. As I
went down to get it, Jedi jumped on me and started to wrestle
with me,
thinking I was playing with him. This turned me on
instantly. Before I
could even think about what I was doing, I
unbuckled my belt, pulled my
pants down and off, and continued
to wrestle with him. By this time, I had
a raging harden. At one
point, his nose brushed past my cock and he started
to sniff it.
Then heaven. He licked the head of my cock. It kneeled there
and
let him lick my cock for about ten seconds. Then he started to play
again.
I immediately got on all fours and turned my back
to him. At which point,
he started to sniff my ass. Then he took
a lick. Then another. Then her
really started to lick me. I
could feel his tongue scraping against my
asshole and it was
driving me NUTS! I decided I had to get fucked by this
dog. I
reached back and pulled him on my back. Then I reached back and
started stroking his sheath. He immediately started humping
forward against
my hand. Then, before I could do anything, he
grabbed me with his forelegs
and humped forward REALLY hard, and
managed to push the head of his cock
into my ass on the first
try. The minute his cock went in me he went
crazy. He grabbed my
waist even harder and jumped forward to slam his
entire cock
into my ass. I was in ecstasy. I could only kneel there in
bliss
as Jedi started fucking me up the ass. I could feel every stroke of
his cock inside me. I could feel his cock swelling in me. In
fact, I was so
lost in it that I forgot about everything. The
next thing I knew, his knot
was in my ass and had started to
swell. I tried to push it out, but it had
gotten to big. Whether
I wanted to or not, I was tied to Jedi until he was
finished
fucking me.
The moment his knot locked in place, he went to
town on my ass. Jedi
started fucking me HARD ! Slamming his cock
into me as hard as he could.
Pushing me forward with the force
of his thrusts. Grunting everytime he
pushed his cock up into
me. I could hear him grunting in time with his
strokes. And I
could only grunt and try and hold on as he fucked me in my
ass.
Then, he took one foreleg away from my waist and put it on my
shoulder. That was the greatest. There I was on all fours,
Jedi's cock
locked in my ass as he fucked me as hard as he
could, with him holding me
by the waist with one paw, and the
other on my shoulder as if he was trying
to pull me down on his
cock even more as he fucked me. Like a man would
do. Like a
friend had once done when he'd held me by my shoulder and he'd
fucked me so good and hard I was literally begging for his cock.
I loved
it.
I started moaning and stroking my cock, all
the while pushing my ass back
to take as much of his cock in my
ass as I could and let him fuck me
hard. All the while, talking
to Jedi:
"Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me with that sweet cock.
"Push your cock up in me. Slam your cock in me."
"Fuck your bitch."
"Fuck me hard!"
"Harder.
Harder! HARDER!!!
"FUCK me with that cock..FUCK that cock
into me..."
"Oh god...yes..I love your cock. Push your cock
in me hard baby. Fuck me
good. FUCK my ass!"
All the
while, Jedi just kept slamming that sweet cock in my ass. I could
feel his knot scraping inside me and it was starting to send me
over the
edge. I kept pushing my ass back into him, trying to
get him to put as much
of his cock into he and keep fucking me.
All I wanted was more of his
cock. All of his cock. Every inch
of his cock inside me. As deep as he
could get it. And just keep
fucking me. Keep fucking his bitch. Fuck me
until he could spill
his seed inside me and make me his.
Then, I felt my orgasm
build up and I had to bite down not to cry out when
it hit me. I
was moaning and crying and grunting from the force of it. Jedi
meanwhile didn't care about that. He just kept on fucking me up
the ass as
hard as he could. Even through my orgasm, I could
feel his cock pushing up
inside me and the knot rubbing on the
inside of my ass. Then everything
went blank for a while. The
next thing I remember is Jedi slowing down and
I realised that
while I was partially out of it, he had cum and was
finishing
up.
I waited, and finally, he slowed down and stopped. We
stayed that was for
about 20 seconds, then he started to
dismount. I tried to hold him and stop
him, but I learned an
important point. If a hundred pound plus dog wants to
dismount
and turn, there is NOTHING you can do about it when you are tied
to him. I almost passed out from the pain of the turn, squirming
and
wriggling to try and ease the stress on my asshole. Finally,
he turned and
we were locked together, ass to ass. His cock
firmly locked in my ass as he
continued to pump his sperm into
me.
Thats when I realised how crazy I was. What would I do
if my friend decided
to come home? Suppose someone else, like
his girlfriend or mother, decided
to pay a visit? Not to mention
the fact that anyone who seriously looked
over the gate would
almost certainly see us there. I started to panic and
tried to
move myself an Jedi back a little. No way was he having that.
Every time I tried to move forward, he did so too. And in this
contest, he
was the clear winner. I decided to stop when I
realised that all I had
managed to do was to bring us out from
the relative secrecy of behind the
trunk, to the side of the car
where ANYBODY who looked could see us. I
realise that it was all
up to fate and all I could do was wait. It was the
hardest
twenty minutes I've had in a LONG time. Finally, his cock got small
enough and he slipped out of me. I immediately scuttled back
behind the car
and sat down. A mistake I rectified when my ass
informed me of it. I knelt
there for a while, then decided I had
tempted the fates enough. I crouched
there and put back on my
clothes, squeezing my ass to keep his sperm in
until I could get
to the toilet at the side of the house. Which I soon did
and
cleaned myself up.
I came back out and watched Jedi licking
his cock for a while, but decided
to leave well enough alone. I
scratched him by his ear, then went back and
finished unloading
the car. As I was taking the last of the stuff out, I
saw a car
pull up at the gate. Then the gate opened and my friend came
in.
It turned out he was able to leave the meeting early and had decided
to
come and see if I needed some help. After saying a small
prayer of thanks
in my mind, I told him I was okay and I
finished up.
I squirmed my way home and thought about what I
had just done. And realised
how close I had come to losing it.
And I vowed never to let something like
that happen again. At
least not unless I was sure not to tie, or that he
would be
caught up for at least an hour. Minimum. Oh, and Jedi? Its amazing
how happy he is to see me these days. Especially considering how
every time
I bend down around him, I always see the tip of his
cock peep out of the
sheath.
Ahh. Promises, promises.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:21:04
Subject:
i HERE SPENCER TAKES IT IN
THE ASS!
From: CZ <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:20:55
Subject: The heat is on ... bwamp chicka bwampa
~~
Hi. I just wanted to say how great it would be if you
blew yourself up with a mis-handled bomb. At the very least, you
should consider our state pseudo-slogan "Minnesota nice" ...
Oh, and please brush up on your writing skills. Those
letters were gibberish.
Whole craploads of people are
memorizing all your faces from any picture they can get. Better keep
a low profile. You never know when an angry mob is going to come out
of nowhere and set your pubes on fire.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:20:51
Subject:
BAMA SUX, WHAT DO YOU THINK
ABOUT THAT DAVIS.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:20:29
Subject:
FOX NEWS NEVER GAVE OUT THE
NAME OF THIS WEBSITE OR SAID THAT ITS THE SAME PERSON THAT THERE
AFTER!!!!!!!!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:20:07
Subject:
I don't know about you guys,
but I think this band will really blow up soon.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:20:06
Subject:
WHEELER WHY ARE YOU GRABBING
JOSH'S ASS???
From: THE POSTMAN <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:19:52
Subject: WOULD THE REAL LUKE HEADY PLEASE STAND
UP?
oH SHIT! i SHOULD HAVE MADE A FAKE POST SAYING i WAS
lUKE TOO. i COULD HAVE POSTED SOMEONE'S EMAIL ADDRESS WHO I HATE AND
GET THEIR EMAIL BLOWN UP TOO! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN
From: 3r <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:19:51
Subject: ranma_1902
ranma_1902, we're
smarter than that. we know who YOU are now, dumbass.
From: Fred <fredsplace@frednet.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:19:02
Subject: Another LEFT-WING AMERICA
HATING NUTCASE!!
This GUY is ANTI-AMERICA,
ANTI-CAPITALISM, ANTI-FREEDOM, TREE-HUGGING wacko!!
LEFT-WING FASCIST!!
More acts of terrorism are
committed by socialist, leftist, environmentalists in the USA than
ANY other group in history.
Hundreds of fires and bombings
have been set in the past few years BUT THE MEDIA DOESN'T CARE IF IT
IS A LEFT-WINGER!!!
But if ONE Right-Wing pro-lifer gets a
bible out in front of an abortoire then the MEDIA goes nuts with
wall-to-wall coverage.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:18:46
Subject:
HI JOSH
From: Eric Hielscher <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:18:44
Subject: Ok its my turn to speak before the press
gets here
Luke is a good guy, I am not sure he did this
even though his ideas were a little off. Everyone PLEASE stop
spamming this site. We are a hard working band and we are trying to
make a difference in everyones lives. For booking information call:
909 283 6275, ask for mark
From: Farker <fark@farkfarkfark.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:18:20
Subject: Morons!
You think
you'll get away with pipebombings huh? Sick sick sick... May the FBI
plant permanent probes in your anus!
From: Beavis and Butthead
<bevissmom@uh.huh.huh.huh.dumbass.sex>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:18:16
Subject: You guys like
rock.
You guys are like our hero. You are even cooler
than Todd. Are you in Todd's gang? uh huh huh uh huh. fire! fIrE!
FIRE! hehehehe
Shut up, dumbass. Beavis is never going to
score. uh huh.
Seriously though...
PEOPLE -- you don't
know if this is the same person. Media isn't always known for
accuracy. Isn't it still "Innocent until proven guilty"?
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:17:56
Subject:
Come to Louisiana, I would
love to hear your band. I heard your music hits you like a bomb.
From: Emaze <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:17:36
Subject:
Anyone want to place a bet
that this farker kills himself in a standoff with the cops? I've got
3-1 odds.
From: Think again... <...>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:17:18
Subject: ...
Someone should be fired
at Fox News for this irresponsible journalism.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:17:14
Subject:
SUCK A DICK LIKE LUKE
BANCKER
From: Luke <ranma_1902@yahoo.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:17:13
Subject: umm, what the
fuck?
Um, no. Definately got the wrong guy. I don't know
what the fuck is going on, but my phone is ringing off the fucking
hook and this is damn insane. I had nothing to do with any of these
damn bombings and I would appreciate it if you would stop with the
accusations. This is just fucked up.
I need a lawyer. I
should sue the shit out of Fox News.
From: Your neighborhood goatse.cxer
<root@goatse.cx>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:16:50
Subject: goatse.cx!
<body
background=http://goatse.cx/hello.jpg>
From: Luke John Helder <Luke@san->
Date:
05-07-2002 10:16:49
Subject:
I am partial to
anal Rape.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:16:44
Subject:
FUCK OFF WHEELER
From: freddiemiles1 <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:16:42
Subject:
You've been Farked!!!!
From: Someone who cares... <anonymous>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:16:31
Subject: The real story
I
just want everyone to know we'er missing the big story here. I mean
the one that matters. Seattle Slew, who won the Triple Crown a
quarter-century ago and became one of racing's greatest sires, died
Tuesday morning in his stall. The big, black stallion was a
relatively advanced 28.
Seattle Slew in 1997, galloping at
Three Chimneys Farm in Kentucky.
Seattle Slew's death came on
the 25th anniversary of his Kentucky Derby victory. He followed by
winning the Preakness and Belmont stakes, the other legs of
thoroughbred horse racing's most prestigious series.
He was
the only living Triple Crown winner. Affirmed, who won the last
Triple Crown in 1978, died in January 2001.
Slew died in his
sleep at Hill 'n' Dale Farm, where he recently was moved after a
second operation on his spine, the farm said.
"He was the
most complete thoroughbred the industry has seen. He just kept
raising the bar with every record he broke," owner Mickey Taylor
said.
Slew, who won 14 of 17 lifetime starts and earned
$1,208,726, had been ailing for the past two years with arthritis
and underwent two delicate spinal fusion operations.
Last
month, Slew was a bit wobbly after the second surgery, which was to
"normalize," him, Taylor said. The first one, the owner said last
month during an interview, "saved his life."
Bought for a
bargain-basement $17,500 by Taylor, a former lumberman from
Washington, and former partner, Jim Hill, Slew sired 102 stakes
winners. They include 1984 Kentucky Derby winner Swale, A.P. Indy,
Capote and Slew o' Gold, and have earned more than $75 million in
purses.
Taylor, who moved to Lexington two years ago to be
near Slew, was with the horse when he was pronounced dead. Slew
spent his years of retirement at Spendthrift Farm, then moved to
Three Chimneys at Midway, Ky., before arriving at Hill 'n' Dale last
month.
Slew will be buried beneath a statue in a courtyard
at Hill 'n' Dale, a lush 319-acre farm not far from Keeneland.
"He had the greatest heart. He was a fighter to the end,"
Taylor's wife, Karen, said.
Slew was moved to the quieter
farm because he was too close to the breeding shed and it caused him
to become agitated when mares arrived, Mickey Taylor said.
In an interview last week with The Associated Press, Slew's
trainer Billy Turner called the colt one of the toughest to hit the
race track.
"I knew I had a horse who was different from the
rest," Turner said. "I knew when you see a horse go that fast with
no effort, that's different. He was a good student with tremendous
energy and phenomenal ability. All I had to do was control it. ...
He had blinding speed and burning determination. My job was to get
him to accept competition and other horses."
Hill 'n' Dale
owner John Sikura was proud to have Slew at his farm.
"It
was one of the great privileges to be around something great, a
feeling that will likely never be duplicated," he said. "He was one
in a million, and showed us there is that possibility in a game of
impossibilities."
From: Ann Coulter <ann@igodownforfries.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:16:17
Subject: Did you target swarthy
males?
white is right, you know!
From: American <apathy-who>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:15:45
Subject: Bill Howards posting is so homo it's
sad.
Bill Howard you are a commie butt f*ck. Hoping
against hope you had a sweet progressive (read commie) tragic hero.
Helder is not a fascist, just a nut! You, however are a political
flake. Leftists have no brains...get over it!
Fox Rox!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:15:44
Subject:
HI CHAD FROM BANCKER
From: Think about it <Think>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:15:22
Subject: What if...
Before believing
everything Fox News spouts... remember the Olympic Park bomber....
not the guy... think before you speak Fox News!! Report the facts,
not SPECULATION! This may well be the guy, but do you business a
favor and get the FACTS first, and if you have them, tell us where
you got them.
Think about it....
From: The warden <Don>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:15:18
Subject: Run dude Run
For tomorrow you
may be tossing salads with Buck the lifer.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:15:04
Subject: Marijuana
Legallize It!!!!!!!
From: Michael Jackson <me@home.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:14:39
Subject: I'm
FAMOUS!!!
Everyone will see this!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: the real Ted Kaczynski
<FC@luddite.org>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:14:36
Subject: don't pay attention to my imposter's
post
Yo, Luke, why you jockin' my style, homeboy?
Wait, I don't use computers and I'm not black.
From: Innocent Before Proven Guilty
<anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:14:33
Subject: Let's not forget "Due
Process"
Hey gang:
This is America. We have laws
here and a little something called "Due Process."
Some
things to consider:
1) We don't know that this is the same
Luke John Helder as
the one that's been identified as a suspect.
2) Helder *is* a suspect. There has been no evidence
released publicly to implicate him in any crime.
I'm not
saying that he *didn't* do it, but I'm also not saying he *did* do
it either until there's some evidence released. It's very well
possible that he is guilty, but it's just as possible that he isn't,
either.
Fox News is being EXTREMELY irresonsible by pointing
people to this website and declaring the guilt of a person before
that individual has had his day in court. As far as I know he hasn't
even been charged with anything yet.
I seem to recall the
media -- though not Fox News because it didn't exist then --
declaring Richard Jewel the "Olympic Park Bomber" before any
evidence was brought against him, and we all know how that ended up
-- Jewel was innocent. Let's not jump to hasty conclusions based on
Fox News reports, okay? <sarcasm>As if Fox News could ever be
wrong</sarcasm>
From: Tara <htara18@hotmail.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:58
Subject: dumbass
luke turn yourself
in. what the hell is wrong with you jackass??? like there isn't
enough stuff going on right now. and we got you putting pipe bombs
in peoples mailboxes? their going to nail you.
From: Obi Wan Kanobi <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:58
Subject: If caught by Empire
policemen
Use the Force, Luke, use the FORCE!!!!!
From: Net Detective <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:45
Subject: f' off
check this, the band
is from minnesota. the CAR luke is driving is from minnesota.
coincidence? I DONT KNOW but http://www.mp3.com/jaycjames really IS
neat, thanks for the pointer.
From: John Little <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:42
Subject: Do Not Pass Go
Conformity
sucks? Ok I will remember that while I'm kicking back in front of my
home theater. Meanwhile, you can be the progressive hero and suffer
endless cycles of butt rape. Thats if you don't continue the cycle
of cowardice and kill yourself.
Justice rocks. You don't.
From: JOE RICHEY <SALES@SWAPSELLTRADE.COM>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:13:27
Subject: COME HERE SON
A
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OVER 50,000 WHOLESALE ITEMS! NOW ON TO THE MESSAGE. LUKE COME
FORWARD AND TURN YOUR SELF IN OR BE A MAN AND COME AND VISIT ME. WE
CAN SOCIALIZE OVER YOUR THOUGHTS BUDDIE. NEED SOME ONE TO TALK TO?
EMAIL SALES@SWAPSELLTRADE.COM
From: felchin' 4 jesus
<jesusrimmedme@aol.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:17
Subject: another way to kill time
I'm
so glad that you've distracted me from my boring life, luke. it's
people like you that make life worth waking up for. but shit dood,
can't you at least kill a few people? you could've just left cat
turds and fish guts in those mailboxes and it would've been just as
effective. and what's up with doing this all in the middle of
nowhere to a bunch of god-fearing, farm-owning half-wits? why not
take out some people worth taking out? like mary-kate and ashley, or
perhaps a Friends cast member or two? you suck. poor planning?
From: crystal mikula <baumer321@aol.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:13:08
Subject: this is the worst music I've
ever heard
but you have a great publicist!
From: HEY ADEPT <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:13:06
Subject: You Dumbass
So......ever hear
of hair dye? Hmm....could it be that BROWN is his true hair color,
or last reported hair color? I may not know, but it certainly is a
possibilty. Go be Inspector Gadget somewhere else.
From: jim robison <rimjob@freerepublic.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:12:44
Subject: fauxnews
sucks
Luke, what's your freerepublic.com login name?
From: jim robison <rimjob@freerepublic.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:12:41
Subject: fauxnews
sucks
Luke, what's yourfreerepublic.com login name?
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:12:22
Subject: Jailhouse Rock
You're a bust!
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:12:13
Subject:
Enter your comments here.
From: JOHN WAYNE <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:12:00
Subject:
DOOD, MAKE SURE YOU LET THE
COPS WASTE YOU ON CAMERA! WAIT FOR ALL THE MAJOR NETWORKS TO GET
THERE TOO, IN CASE WE'RE ON ANOTHER CHANNEL. BLAZE OF GLORY, MUH
NIGGA!
PS A MCDONALDS IS A GOOD PLACE FOR A STANDOFF
From: Hey.. <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:11:45
Subject:
This may not be the guy, you
know.
From: Lucas Himself <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:11:37
Subject: Oh shit... sirens, guns, police dogs OH
MY
http://www.mp3.com/jaycjames keeps me sane.
listen
to the inspiring songs of this most
inspiring musician.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:11:17
Subject: link?
you people found this
through foxnews.com? there's no link there now... i found it through
yahoo search of his name. oh and just a side note, it's highly
unlikely that he'll get death so you can stop posting those clever
electric chair comments
From: Zachary <zachary@zachary3000.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:11:12
Subject: comedy
For the
sake of comedy, I hope that this ISN'T the bomber's website. If it's
not, I'll bet that Apathy shows up Letterman, Leno, and TRL next
week.
From: canadian guy <cm@hotmail.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:11:02
Subject:
HOW DO LIKE
SILVER,BITCH!!!!
From: Wrz <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:10:58
Subject: FAIR AND BALANCED
YOU ARE
WATCHING THE FOX NEWS CHANNEL. FAIR AND BALANCED NEWS ALL DAY
EVERYDAY. NO SPIN ZONE.
From: 1 <1>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:09:34
Subject: 1
Enter your comments here.
From: Joe Richey <sales@swapselltrade.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:09:34
Subject: COWARD ASS PUNK
A
BRIEF WORD FROM YOUR SPONSOR: VISIT WWW.SWAPSELLTRADE.COM TO BUY
OVER 50,000 WHOLESALE ITEMS! NOW ON TO THE MESSAGE. LUKE COME
FORWARD AND TURN YOUR SELF IN OR BE A MAN AND COME AND VISIT ME. WE
CAN SOCIALIZE OVER YOUR THOUGHTS BUDDIE. NEED SOME ONE TO TALK TO?
EMAIL SALES@SWAPSELLTRADE.COM
From: Adept <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:09:34
Subject: Get a clue people.
It's hard
to believe that Fox News didn't catch onto this yet, mentioning this
webpage as being in connection with Luke John Helder. The suspect is
purported to have brown hair, green eyes. The picture of the Luke
Helder in this band has blond hair. Get a fuckin clue and stop
spamming this page, morons.
From: Char <CruisinTogether@aol.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:09:24
Subject: Too bad...
It's
really a shame that you didn't try to get your message across with
your music instead of poking little pipe bombs in rural mail boxes,
something only a COWARD would think
to do!! Wonder who will
catch your sorry butt 1st? The FBI or some redneck farmer hiding in
the bushes with his loaded gun? I don't imagine you'll be getting
away with this insanity much longer but hey! Think of all the good
prison music you can write about being a bitch to some fellow
inmate! hahaha
From: Ted Kaczynski <ted@thebighouse.net>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:08:51
Subject: Pathetic
Did I
teach you nothing?? At least I kept it going until my brother ratted
me out.
I'll keep your bed warm til you get here.
From: tinahb <castlesinspace@starpower.net>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:08:35
Subject: FOX news sucks
All
day news should be illegal. Those folks over at FOX news aren't
reporting, they are just talking to fill space. What if this poor
kid isn't the same guy? The lame-o on FOX just said, "uhh... this
website might not be that of the suspected bomber". Great reporting
guys.
From: Tha Black Knight
<LikeImTellingSoYouCanBombMe@FuckYou.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:08:21
Subject: You are one sick fucker
man
So you like bombs huh?! Well here`s an idea for
you...Put a bomb in a mailbox and stand there waiting for it to blow
man! You are one sick fucker... What gives you the right to take
lives? Playing God with your pipebombs huh? Take my idea. Blow
yourself up. Allthough that would be an too easy way out for you.
Burn fucker!!
From: Tha Black Knight
<LikeImTellingSoYouCanBombMe@FuckYou.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:08:10
Subject: You are one sick fucker
man
So you like bombs huh?! Well here`s an idea for
you...Put a bomb in a mailbox and stand there waiting for it to blow
man! You are one sick fucker... What gives you the right to take
lives? Playing God with your pipebombs huh? Take my idea. Blow
yourself up. Allthough that would be an too easy way out for you.
Burn fucker!!
From: phil <sickworld@luke.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:07:49
Subject: Thanks for the diversion
And
just think. I was in for another boring day at work. Now I get to
post messages to the countries newest celebrity that will be seen by
thousands of people.
Here's my chance........GO RAIDERS!!
P.S. Your band sucks.
From: Pat Bateman
<patrickbateman@pierceandpierce.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:07:30
Subject: Good god, if you're going to
kill people...
...at least do it in style. A Japanese
car? Not German? Not Swedish? Please. I'll also bet you're not
wearing an Emeraldo Zegna sport coat ($2,400), tie by Hermes and
slacks by Georgia Armani ($650.00) like I currently am. How
pathetic. The Patty Winters show this morning was about a little boy
who fell in love with a box of soap.
From: Anonymous <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:07:28
Subject:
HI BRANDON
From: Zachary <zachary@zachary3000.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:06:55
Subject: Crumbly Stumbly
I
have nothing intelligent to say here. ~WASTE~
From: Yum <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:06:54
Subject: Fox Bitches..!!!
Dont you
just want to wrap Edie's legs around your head? Mmmm
From: hahah <yah>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:06:21
Subject: You're on your own...
Kinda
pathetic... I've only noticed a whole like 2 people that really like
you... and support your cause. But oh, what the hell, why i am i
writing this like you're gonna read it? You're goin to pound me in
the ass prison for a long, long time son... Say hi to Bubba for
me... If he takes his cock outta your mouth long enough...
From: ed <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:06:08
Subject:
ahhhhhhhhhh
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh,, this is ridiculous......
From: decode <decode@8v1.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:04:52
Subject: Next GIG... America's Most
Wanted
See ya on America's Most Wanted!
<a
href="http://www.mp3.com/decodemusic">decode</a>
I'm sure this site will be gone within hours.
From: A-pathetic <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:04:42
Subject: Jailhouse Rock
This is one
way to ensure that the bands popularity explodes.
From: starless <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:04:32
Subject: FOX NEWS ROX
hey alright!
burn in hell!
From: Anakin <Anakin529@aol.com>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:04:19
Subject: Welcome To Texas
Luke,
Smart One! Thanks for coming to Texas, we love to deal with
crimminals here, we're executing 9 this month alone. take a number,
and thanks for the extra battery in my mail box, I needed one for me
clock!
From: yO! <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:04:15
Subject: What a freak!
I found another
website by Luke!
http://www.phobe.com/furby/auto1.html
From: Lucas Himself <anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:03:44
Subject: I AM ON THE RUN with my
wireless
But while I am on the run, I listen to
http://www.mp3.com/jaycjames for inspiration.
From: Anonymous <Anonymous>
Date: 05-07-2002
10:03:38
Subject: You're making your Fans
MAD!!!
You driving around in a Honda Accord is going to
make your Envinonmentalist friends angry.
Stop the car, turn off
the engine, and turn yourself in to the police.
The
envinenmentalists and mailbox lovers would appreciate it.
From: Page widener <wide@pages.com>
Date:
05-07-2002 10:03:19
Subject: It's page widening
time!
.I .like .wide .pages .I .wish .all .pages .could
.be .as .wide .as .this .dont .you .wide .pages .are .much .cooler
.than .those .narrow .pages .you .are .used .to .reading .because
.you .dont .have .to .worry .about .the .lameness .filter .telling
.you .that .you .don't .have .enough .charaters .per .line .that
.really .sucks .when .tha
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