NEW TOS Sex on the Beach 1/1 [NC-17] (S/Mc)
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: A Valentine’s postcard from Spock and McCoy
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta, all mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: Written for the Valentine’s mini-wave. Tense confusion is deliberate.
Archiving: The Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver, and ASC, ASCEML
SEX ON THE BEACH
Two handsome lovers walk hand in hand
All alone on Hawaii’s golden shore
They run to their blanket in the sand
Their passion a-kindled once more
“Shit!” cried Leonard with disgust as he deleted the verse. “This is terrible. I’ll try again.”
Two
Young men
In Paradise
On sliver sand
Making passionate love in the moonlight.
The future Doctor McCoy sighed. “Better, but too stilted. Let’s try this.”
There was a young Vulcan names Spock,
Who had an amazing cock.
I know how to treat him
I suck him and eat him
And then some green booty, I’ll knock.
He shook his head. “Dammit, I’m a med student, not a poet.” He opened a new page.
**************
The crash of the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sighing of the wind in the palm trees made up our serenade.
The beach was ours. Only our foot prints marked the golden sand. Four coconut palms provided a wind break and made scattered shade on our blanket.
Beside the blanket lined up in Star Fleet style, were our shoes, our swimsuits and a cooler. Inside the cooler were four beers, some sandwiches, a couple of mangoes and the suntan oil.
Spock lay half dozing, watching the waves. He was always fascinated by the ocean. So much water, he says, we don’t have that at home.
At first I just watch him watch the waves, and then I began to run my hands over his olive-green tan. Being half human makes him more susceptible to Sol’s rays. I pop open the top off the oil and began to run some coconut scented SPF on his back.
I started with his neck where the short military haircut stops, massaging and caressing. I moved to his broad shoulders. At first he relaxed, under my ministrations, but then he flinched.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t stop. It’s just a little sore from the wrestling match with the Telerite. Those Telerite females are tougher than they look.” He put his hand on top of mine and gave it a brief squeeze.
Down and around on the shoulder blades, Spock began to stir a little. I smiled to myself.
I laid down a cool line of oil along his spine. He gasped. “I’ll warm ya up.” I whispered in his pointed ear. I eased the oil over his lateral rib cage reaching as far under his body as I could. I paused exhilarated to feel the beat of his heart under my hand.
I smoothed the oil down the bumpy ridge of his backbone. He squirmed more frantically.
My hands span his narrow waist, moving up and down, up and down. His chesni are swollen and sensitive. I stroke them and the Vulcan under me moans.
Finally, I reach his buttocks. I pour the oil into my hands to warm it up first. I apply both hands to his left butt cheek, kneading and caressing. I finish with a little slap. I give the right a little more attention, lingering over his birthmark that looks like Georgia.
Spock makes small thrusting motions into the blanket. I grin and begin the run my finger up and down his crack. The third time, I touch his asshole he pushes up towards me.
“Now, Len, I need you now.” He begs.
And even though I’m as horny as he is, I say; “But shug, I have to keep going or you’ll burn.”
My fine young Vulcan rises up on his elbow and looks back at me. He impales me with his eyes.
“I burn for you.” He says in a rough voice that sends hot and cold shivers down my spine.
“Ah, ah…” I start. Great Bird, he’s so sexy, like that looking over his shoulder, down the length of his shiny, shiny back. I want to say something witty and debonair, but all I manager to say is; “You look hot.”
“Fuck me.” He says. Not original either, but what the hell.
My dick twitches. Little Horatio agrees with Spock and so do I. I reach into a side pocket of the cooler and bring out the JZ lube. I squeeze a good daub into my hand and grease up two fingers. I slide them home, preparing the way.
Spock hisses, “Yessss”.
Encouraged, I move my fingers in a steady rhythm. My free hand imitates the motion getting my dick all slick and ready. Spock comes up on his hands and knees, and so I withdraw my fingers. When he is in position, I knock on heaven’s door.
There is no need to tell him to relax. We both want this and know what we are doing. Slowly carefully, I enter him. Each hot, tight inch excites my senses and threatens to short circuit my brain. Finally, I’m sheathed as far as I can go. We both sigh. I grab his right hip and put my other hand on his lightly over his chesni to steady myself.
Slow at first, long drawn strokes that hit his prostrate. He grunts and pushes back. We set a pace that is timeless and mutually satisfying.
Somewhere in the cloud of passion, I notice that Spock is stroking himself. I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Let me take care of that for you.”
He answers back, “I have it well in hand. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we shall reach a satisfactory conclusion.”
“I aim to please.” Says I as I kiss his neck and thrust home.
He grunts. “Your aim is excellent.”
Sometime later, I feel the heaviness in my balls. I grasp my lover’s hips with both hands and start the race to the finish. Fast and frantic, hot and hard, each stroke building to a crescendo and a primal scream as my sperm is launched deep into his bowels.
Beneath me, he shudders and growls. With my penis still trapped inside him, Spock rears like a stallion and sends his cum shooting out. It arches outward nearly reaching the edge of the blanket. I reach under his arms with mine and ride him back down. I am released with an exhausted plop.
He turns onto his back and we kiss deeply.
I move my head in the direction of his spunk trail. “Damn boy! That must be a meter and half!”
“One point five-two meters to be exact.” He says absently mindedly as he traces my sweat down my chest.
I realize that he is writing his initials. “So, I’m claimed?”
“Yes.” He states firmly. Mercurially, the Vulcan’s mood changes, “Do you mind?”
“Not in the least.” I reach to tousle his hair but change my mind and pull him in for a tight embrace.
Suddenly I’m thirsty. I become very aware of the tropical sun and the trade winds. I rise up on my elbow and reach across his verdant flushed body.
“Wanna a beer?” I asked.
“It is important to replenish electrolytes.” He replied.
I claimed a kiss in passing as I reach for the cooler. I brought out two Steger’s Pale Ales and twisted off the caps. I handed one of the cool green bottles to a sweaty Spock. We toasted and took a long pull. Setting the bottles firmly in the sand, we lay back on the blanket letting the breeze dry us off.
Replete and sated, fucked out and tired
Spooning asleep
Spock and McCoy
Aloha
FIN
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sex on the Beach
NEW TOS Sex on the Beach 1/1 [NC-17] (S/Mc)
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: A Valentine’s postcard from Spock and McCoy
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta, all mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: Written for the Valentine’s mini-wave. Tense confusion is deliberate.
Archiving: The Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver, and ASC, ASCEML
SEX ON THE BEACH
Two handsome lovers walk hand in hand
All alone on Hawaii’s golden shore
They run to their blanket in the sand
Their passion a-kindled once more
“Shit!” cried Leonard with disgust as he deleted the verse. “This is terrible. I’ll try again.”
Two
Young men
In Paradise
On sliver sand
Making passionate love in the moonlight.
The future Doctor McCoy sighed. “Better, but too stilted. Let’s try this.”
There was a young Vulcan names Spock,
Who had an amazing cock.
I know how to treat him
I suck him and eat him
And then some green booty, I’ll knock.
He shook his head. “Dammit, I’m a med student, not a poet.” He opened a new page.
**************
The crash of the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sighing of the wind in the palm trees made up our serenade.
The beach was ours. Only our foot prints marked the golden sand. Four coconut palms provided a wind break and made scattered shade on our blanket.
Beside the blanket lined up in Star Fleet style, were our shoes, our swimsuits and a cooler. Inside the cooler were four beers, some sandwiches, a couple of mangoes and the suntan oil.
Spock lay half dozing, watching the waves. He was always fascinated by the ocean. So much water, he says, we don’t have that at home.
At first I just watch him watch the waves, and then I began to run my hands over his olive-green tan. Being half human makes him more susceptible to Sol’s rays. I pop open the top off the oil and began to run some coconut scented SPF on his back.
I started with his neck where the short military haircut stops, massaging and caressing. I moved to his broad shoulders. At first he relaxed, under my ministrations, but then he flinched.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t stop. It’s just a little sore from the wrestling match with the Telerite. Those Telerite females are tougher than they look.” He put his hand on top of mine and gave it a brief squeeze.
Down and around on the shoulder blades, Spock began to stir a little. I smiled to myself.
I laid down a cool line of oil along his spine. He gasped. “I’ll warm ya up.” I whispered in his pointed ear. I eased the oil over his lateral rib cage reaching as far under his body as I could. I paused exhilarated to feel the beat of his heart under my hand.
I smoothed the oil down the bumpy ridge of his backbone. He squirmed more frantically.
My hands span his narrow waist, moving up and down, up and down. His chesni are swollen and sensitive. I stroke them and the Vulcan under me moans.
Finally, I reach his buttocks. I pour the oil into my hands to warm it up first. I apply both hands to his left butt cheek, kneading and caressing. I finish with a little slap. I give the right a little more attention, lingering over his birthmark that looks like Georgia.
Spock makes small thrusting motions into the blanket. I grin and begin the run my finger up and down his crack. The third time, I touch his asshole he pushes up towards me.
“Now, Len, I need you now.” He begs.
And even though I’m as horny as he is, I say; “But shug, I have to keep going or you’ll burn.”
My fine young Vulcan rises up on his elbow and looks back at me. He impales me with his eyes.
“I burn for you.” He says in a rough voice that sends hot and cold shivers down my spine.
“Ah, ah…” I start. Great Bird, he’s so sexy, like that looking over his shoulder, down the length of his shiny, shiny back. I want to say something witty and debonair, but all I manager to say is; “You look hot.”
“Fuck me.” He says. Not original either, but what the hell.
My dick twitches. Little Horatio agrees with Spock and so do I. I reach into a side pocket of the cooler and bring out the JZ lube. I squeeze a good daub into my hand and grease up two fingers. I slide them home, preparing the way.
Spock hisses, “Yessss”.
Encouraged, I move my fingers in a steady rhythm. My free hand imitates the motion getting my dick all slick and ready. Spock comes up on his hands and knees, and so I withdraw my fingers. When he is in position, I knock on heaven’s door.
There is no need to tell him to relax. We both want this and know what we are doing. Slowly carefully, I enter him. Each hot, tight inch excites my senses and threatens to short circuit my brain. Finally, I’m sheathed as far as I can go. We both sigh. I grab his right hip and put my other hand on his lightly over his chesni to steady myself.
Slow at first, long drawn strokes that hit his prostrate. He grunts and pushes back. We set a pace that is timeless and mutually satisfying.
Somewhere in the cloud of passion, I notice that Spock is stroking himself. I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Let me take care of that for you.”
He answers back, “I have it well in hand. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we shall reach a satisfactory conclusion.”
“I aim to please.” Says I as I kiss his neck and thrust home.
He grunts. “Your aim is excellent.”
Sometime later, I feel the heaviness in my balls. I grasp my lover’s hips with both hands and start the race to the finish. Fast and frantic, hot and hard, each stroke building to a crescendo and a primal scream as my sperm is launched deep into his bowels.
Beneath me, he shudders and growls. With my penis still trapped inside him, Spock rears like a stallion and sends his cum shooting out. It arches outward nearly reaching the edge of the blanket. I reach under his arms with mine and ride him back down. I am released with an exhausted plop.
He turns onto his back and we kiss deeply.
I move my head in the direction of his spunk trail. “Damn boy! That must be a meter and half!”
“One point five-two meters to be exact.” He says absently mindedly as he traces my sweat down my chest.
I realize that he is writing his initials. “So, I’m claimed?”
“Yes.” He states firmly. Mercurially, the Vulcan’s mood changes, “Do you mind?”
“Not in the least.” I reach to tousle his hair but change my mind and pull him in for a tight embrace.
Suddenly I’m thirsty. I become very aware of the tropical sun and the trade winds. I rise up on my elbow and reach across his verdant flushed body.
“Wanna a beer?” I asked.
“It is important to replenish electrolytes.” He replied.
I claimed a kiss in passing as I reach for the cooler. I brought out two Steger’s Pale Ales and twisted off the caps. I handed one of the cool green bottles to a sweaty Spock. We toasted and took a long pull. Setting the bottles firmly in the sand, we lay back on the blanket letting the breeze dry us off.
Replete and sated, fucked out and tired
Spooning asleep
Spock and McCoy
Aloha
FIN
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: A Valentine’s postcard from Spock and McCoy
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta, all mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: Written for the Valentine’s mini-wave. Tense confusion is deliberate.
Archiving: The Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver, and ASC, ASCEML
SEX ON THE BEACH
Two handsome lovers walk hand in hand
All alone on Hawaii’s golden shore
They run to their blanket in the sand
Their passion a-kindled once more
“Shit!” cried Leonard with disgust as he deleted the verse. “This is terrible. I’ll try again.”
Two
Young men
In Paradise
On sliver sand
Making passionate love in the moonlight.
The future Doctor McCoy sighed. “Better, but too stilted. Let’s try this.”
There was a young Vulcan names Spock,
Who had an amazing cock.
I know how to treat him
I suck him and eat him
And then some green booty, I’ll knock.
He shook his head. “Dammit, I’m a med student, not a poet.” He opened a new page.
**************
The crash of the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sighing of the wind in the palm trees made up our serenade.
The beach was ours. Only our foot prints marked the golden sand. Four coconut palms provided a wind break and made scattered shade on our blanket.
Beside the blanket lined up in Star Fleet style, were our shoes, our swimsuits and a cooler. Inside the cooler were four beers, some sandwiches, a couple of mangoes and the suntan oil.
Spock lay half dozing, watching the waves. He was always fascinated by the ocean. So much water, he says, we don’t have that at home.
At first I just watch him watch the waves, and then I began to run my hands over his olive-green tan. Being half human makes him more susceptible to Sol’s rays. I pop open the top off the oil and began to run some coconut scented SPF on his back.
I started with his neck where the short military haircut stops, massaging and caressing. I moved to his broad shoulders. At first he relaxed, under my ministrations, but then he flinched.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t stop. It’s just a little sore from the wrestling match with the Telerite. Those Telerite females are tougher than they look.” He put his hand on top of mine and gave it a brief squeeze.
Down and around on the shoulder blades, Spock began to stir a little. I smiled to myself.
I laid down a cool line of oil along his spine. He gasped. “I’ll warm ya up.” I whispered in his pointed ear. I eased the oil over his lateral rib cage reaching as far under his body as I could. I paused exhilarated to feel the beat of his heart under my hand.
I smoothed the oil down the bumpy ridge of his backbone. He squirmed more frantically.
My hands span his narrow waist, moving up and down, up and down. His chesni are swollen and sensitive. I stroke them and the Vulcan under me moans.
Finally, I reach his buttocks. I pour the oil into my hands to warm it up first. I apply both hands to his left butt cheek, kneading and caressing. I finish with a little slap. I give the right a little more attention, lingering over his birthmark that looks like Georgia.
Spock makes small thrusting motions into the blanket. I grin and begin the run my finger up and down his crack. The third time, I touch his asshole he pushes up towards me.
“Now, Len, I need you now.” He begs.
And even though I’m as horny as he is, I say; “But shug, I have to keep going or you’ll burn.”
My fine young Vulcan rises up on his elbow and looks back at me. He impales me with his eyes.
“I burn for you.” He says in a rough voice that sends hot and cold shivers down my spine.
“Ah, ah…” I start. Great Bird, he’s so sexy, like that looking over his shoulder, down the length of his shiny, shiny back. I want to say something witty and debonair, but all I manager to say is; “You look hot.”
“Fuck me.” He says. Not original either, but what the hell.
My dick twitches. Little Horatio agrees with Spock and so do I. I reach into a side pocket of the cooler and bring out the JZ lube. I squeeze a good daub into my hand and grease up two fingers. I slide them home, preparing the way.
Spock hisses, “Yessss”.
Encouraged, I move my fingers in a steady rhythm. My free hand imitates the motion getting my dick all slick and ready. Spock comes up on his hands and knees, and so I withdraw my fingers. When he is in position, I knock on heaven’s door.
There is no need to tell him to relax. We both want this and know what we are doing. Slowly carefully, I enter him. Each hot, tight inch excites my senses and threatens to short circuit my brain. Finally, I’m sheathed as far as I can go. We both sigh. I grab his right hip and put my other hand on his lightly over his chesni to steady myself.
Slow at first, long drawn strokes that hit his prostrate. He grunts and pushes back. We set a pace that is timeless and mutually satisfying.
Somewhere in the cloud of passion, I notice that Spock is stroking himself. I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Let me take care of that for you.”
He answers back, “I have it well in hand. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we shall reach a satisfactory conclusion.”
“I aim to please.” Says I as I kiss his neck and thrust home.
He grunts. “Your aim is excellent.”
Sometime later, I feel the heaviness in my balls. I grasp my lover’s hips with both hands and start the race to the finish. Fast and frantic, hot and hard, each stroke building to a crescendo and a primal scream as my sperm is launched deep into his bowels.
Beneath me, he shudders and growls. With my penis still trapped inside him, Spock rears like a stallion and sends his cum shooting out. It arches outward nearly reaching the edge of the blanket. I reach under his arms with mine and ride him back down. I am released with an exhausted plop.
He turns onto his back and we kiss deeply.
I move my head in the direction of his spunk trail. “Damn boy! That must be a meter and half!”
“One point five-two meters to be exact.” He says absently mindedly as he traces my sweat down my chest.
I realize that he is writing his initials. “So, I’m claimed?”
“Yes.” He states firmly. Mercurially, the Vulcan’s mood changes, “Do you mind?”
“Not in the least.” I reach to tousle his hair but change my mind and pull him in for a tight embrace.
Suddenly I’m thirsty. I become very aware of the tropical sun and the trade winds. I rise up on my elbow and reach across his verdant flushed body.
“Wanna a beer?” I asked.
“It is important to replenish electrolytes.” He replied.
I claimed a kiss in passing as I reach for the cooler. I brought out two Steger’s Pale Ales and twisted off the caps. I handed one of the cool green bottles to a sweaty Spock. We toasted and took a long pull. Setting the bottles firmly in the sand, we lay back on the blanket letting the breeze dry us off.
Replete and sated, fucked out and tired
Spooning asleep
Spock and McCoy
Aloha
FIN
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Take a Bow
Sulu stared wide eyed into the mirror. “Are you serious? This is what Janice said she wanted for Valentine’s?” he asked Chekov. Sulu was wearing a diaper, fluffy wings, a red sash tied in a bow. He had a violin.
“Da, I overheard her tell Kathy, it was very romantic.” Pavel reassured him between snickers.
Later in Yeoman Rand’s quarters.
Jan wiped her eyes and stopped laughing. “I said, I wanted to watch ‘The Red Shoes’. It’s very romantic. There’s a musician who does wonders with his violin bow.” She unpinned his diaper. “This, however, will do nicely.”
FIN
“Da, I overheard her tell Kathy, it was very romantic.” Pavel reassured him between snickers.
Later in Yeoman Rand’s quarters.
Jan wiped her eyes and stopped laughing. “I said, I wanted to watch ‘The Red Shoes’. It’s very romantic. There’s a musician who does wonders with his violin bow.” She unpinned his diaper. “This, however, will do nicely.”
FIN
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Star Trek Top 10 Voyager Rejected Bio Titles
Janeway – Now, Voyager
Chakotay – The Indian in the Cupboard
Kim – Gone in 60 Seconds
Paris – The Origin of Species
Tuvok – A Beautiful Mind
EMH – Doctor Who
B’Elanna – The Last Time I Saw Paris
7 of 9 – I Feel Like a Number
Neelix – Take Home Chef
Kes – The Hobbit
Chakotay – The Indian in the Cupboard
Kim – Gone in 60 Seconds
Paris – The Origin of Species
Tuvok – A Beautiful Mind
EMH – Doctor Who
B’Elanna – The Last Time I Saw Paris
7 of 9 – I Feel Like a Number
Neelix – Take Home Chef
Kes – The Hobbit
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Star Trek: Top 10 Deep Space Nine Rejected Bio Titles
Sisko – The Omen
Jadzia Dax – E Pluribus Unum
Kira – Stand by Your Man
Odo – The Blob
Bashir – The Spy Who Loved Me
Garak – True Lies
Jake – Sins of the Father
Nog – The Cisco Kid Was a Friend of Mine
Quark – For a Few Dollars More
O’Brian – Hail to the Chief
Jadzia Dax – E Pluribus Unum
Kira – Stand by Your Man
Odo – The Blob
Bashir – The Spy Who Loved Me
Garak – True Lies
Jake – Sins of the Father
Nog – The Cisco Kid Was a Friend of Mine
Quark – For a Few Dollars More
O’Brian – Hail to the Chief
Monday, February 1, 2010
Star Trek: Top 10 Rejected Bio Titles - Data
I Am Curious Yellow
I, Robot
Goldeneye
The Brave Little Toaster
I Sing the Body Electric
The Man with the Golden Gun
Iron Man
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Pinocchio
Tin Man
Golden Child
I, Robot
Goldeneye
The Brave Little Toaster
I Sing the Body Electric
The Man with the Golden Gun
Iron Man
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Pinocchio
Tin Man
Golden Child
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