FIC: A Series of Firsts (4/?)
Title: A Series of Firsts
Author: Dirtyzebra2005
Summary: In which Sybok introduces Spock to a particular human magazine...
Ratings: PG-17ish...
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: Special Thanks to everyone that is following these. It's really encouraging to have so much support.
Spock had read about these things happening to humans, but never realized that his physiology would allow this to happen to him. Despite all of his Vulcan training on meditation, he still knew that he was half human. His human side had caused him to wake up this particular morning with a very persistent and aching erection. Spock knew that it was illogical to feel embarrassed about the body’s response to stimuli, but he was nearly reaching his full adult maturity and this was the first time that he’d ever experienced such an effect.
Spock simply sat up in his bed and felt his erection bob against his stomach. He tried quiet meditation but he could not get it to go down, it wouldn’t even subside. His meditation wasn’t working, because his mind was still teaming with the dream he’d had the night before. Spock didn’t dream often and when he did, the dreams were not remarkable enough to remember. However, this dream was special. The dream consisted of a woman he’d seen in one of his half-brother’s magazines from Earth. Sybok had taken him into the room that he had in their home and shown him the images of Earth women scantily clad or not wearing anything at all:
“It’s called Playboy, Spock. It’s an earth magazine that specializes in beautiful, naked women. The men of Earth purchase these periodicals to satisfy their carnal needs,” Sybok said.
“Fascinating,” Spock responded, turning the magazine sideways and watching as the centerfold portion unfolded. Sybok turned and looked at the centerfold with him. It was a beautiful, dark-skinned woman. Her hair was long and silky black. Her lips were full and bowed, and she sucked the bottom portion between her teeth. Her lashes were long and her eyes soft and almond-shaped, beckoning Spock to come towards her. There was a feeling resonating inside of himself that he’d never known before.
Spock swallowed deeply, allowing for the first time to let his eyes gaze lower on the picture. The centerfold was in a state of complete undress. He let his eyes linger over the high, round breasts topped with coffee-colored nipples. Her stomach was flat and her legs seemed so long. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick, his stomach twisting and turning. Was this lust?
“She is quite stunning, but you need not breathe so hard, Spock,” Sybok said, staring in amusement at his younger half-brother. Spock shuffled quickly and gave Sybok the magazine quickly. Spock could tell that Sybok was amused by his expression and wondered what he looked like.
“You’re nearly the color of an olive, Spock,” Sybok said, a chuckle in his voice.
“I’ve never… n-never,” Spock tried to respond but couldn’t quite gain his composure enough to stop stuttering.
“Ah, the first time seeing a naked female. Yes, it can be quite overwhelming,” Sybok smiled slyly. His smile quickly faded when he heard Amanda’s voice calling for Spock. Sybok quickly hid the magazine underneath folds of his bed.
“Do not, under any circumstances, tell mother or father that I have these or that I showed them to you, or I’ll feed you to a Le-matya. Now calm down and go, your mother is calling,” Sybok pushed Spock from his room, the younger half-Vulcan looking quite disheveled.
He knew that the morning gong would be sounding soon and he would need to head for the learning bowls, but he couldn’t even concentrate on his morning meditation without trying to ignore the nearing painful pool of aching in the pit of his stomach. He’d only felt this amount of need the day before without this intense physical response. Now that the emotion had manifested itself to the physical, he needed to take care of it. This lack of concentration would not do.
The only logical reaction was, strangely, an instinctual one. He let his hand drift down over his aching need and gripped with a medium amount of pressure. Spock stared down at his engorged penis, tinged green and rigid, amazed at what it looked like. It was long and thick, touching his navel, and slightly larger at the head. He squeezed harder and stroked upward towards the tip, eliciting a small, involuntary shudder. He began an easy pace, stroking and running his hand over the head, and back down. It wasn’t long before his hand was sticky with his own ejaculate. His head was thrown back against his pillow, sweat beaded his upper lip, and his breath was ragged.
He had but a moment to revel in the feeling of release before he heard the morning gong sound. In a flash of realization, he wiped the come, haphazardly, on his bed sheets and made a slapdash to prepare for his morning lesson. He would meditate during his morning shower.
Later that day, when Amanda was doing some house cleaning, she removed Spock’s sheets from his bed, noting a strange, crusty stain in the middle of the sheets. Her eyes squinted, trying to figure out what it was, and then a knowing thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She rolled her eyes, all teenage boys, even half-Vulcans, were exactly alike, she thought. She made a mental note to have Sarek talk to him later.
Author: Dirtyzebra2005
Summary: In which Sybok introduces Spock to a particular human magazine...
Ratings: PG-17ish...
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: Special Thanks to everyone that is following these. It's really encouraging to have so much support.
Spock had read about these things happening to humans, but never realized that his physiology would allow this to happen to him. Despite all of his Vulcan training on meditation, he still knew that he was half human. His human side had caused him to wake up this particular morning with a very persistent and aching erection. Spock knew that it was illogical to feel embarrassed about the body’s response to stimuli, but he was nearly reaching his full adult maturity and this was the first time that he’d ever experienced such an effect.
Spock simply sat up in his bed and felt his erection bob against his stomach. He tried quiet meditation but he could not get it to go down, it wouldn’t even subside. His meditation wasn’t working, because his mind was still teaming with the dream he’d had the night before. Spock didn’t dream often and when he did, the dreams were not remarkable enough to remember. However, this dream was special. The dream consisted of a woman he’d seen in one of his half-brother’s magazines from Earth. Sybok had taken him into the room that he had in their home and shown him the images of Earth women scantily clad or not wearing anything at all:
“It’s called Playboy, Spock. It’s an earth magazine that specializes in beautiful, naked women. The men of Earth purchase these periodicals to satisfy their carnal needs,” Sybok said.
“Fascinating,” Spock responded, turning the magazine sideways and watching as the centerfold portion unfolded. Sybok turned and looked at the centerfold with him. It was a beautiful, dark-skinned woman. Her hair was long and silky black. Her lips were full and bowed, and she sucked the bottom portion between her teeth. Her lashes were long and her eyes soft and almond-shaped, beckoning Spock to come towards her. There was a feeling resonating inside of himself that he’d never known before.
Spock swallowed deeply, allowing for the first time to let his eyes gaze lower on the picture. The centerfold was in a state of complete undress. He let his eyes linger over the high, round breasts topped with coffee-colored nipples. Her stomach was flat and her legs seemed so long. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick, his stomach twisting and turning. Was this lust?
“She is quite stunning, but you need not breathe so hard, Spock,” Sybok said, staring in amusement at his younger half-brother. Spock shuffled quickly and gave Sybok the magazine quickly. Spock could tell that Sybok was amused by his expression and wondered what he looked like.
“You’re nearly the color of an olive, Spock,” Sybok said, a chuckle in his voice.
“I’ve never… n-never,” Spock tried to respond but couldn’t quite gain his composure enough to stop stuttering.
“Ah, the first time seeing a naked female. Yes, it can be quite overwhelming,” Sybok smiled slyly. His smile quickly faded when he heard Amanda’s voice calling for Spock. Sybok quickly hid the magazine underneath folds of his bed.
“Do not, under any circumstances, tell mother or father that I have these or that I showed them to you, or I’ll feed you to a Le-matya. Now calm down and go, your mother is calling,” Sybok pushed Spock from his room, the younger half-Vulcan looking quite disheveled.
He knew that the morning gong would be sounding soon and he would need to head for the learning bowls, but he couldn’t even concentrate on his morning meditation without trying to ignore the nearing painful pool of aching in the pit of his stomach. He’d only felt this amount of need the day before without this intense physical response. Now that the emotion had manifested itself to the physical, he needed to take care of it. This lack of concentration would not do.
The only logical reaction was, strangely, an instinctual one. He let his hand drift down over his aching need and gripped with a medium amount of pressure. Spock stared down at his engorged penis, tinged green and rigid, amazed at what it looked like. It was long and thick, touching his navel, and slightly larger at the head. He squeezed harder and stroked upward towards the tip, eliciting a small, involuntary shudder. He began an easy pace, stroking and running his hand over the head, and back down. It wasn’t long before his hand was sticky with his own ejaculate. His head was thrown back against his pillow, sweat beaded his upper lip, and his breath was ragged.
He had but a moment to revel in the feeling of release before he heard the morning gong sound. In a flash of realization, he wiped the come, haphazardly, on his bed sheets and made a slapdash to prepare for his morning lesson. He would meditate during his morning shower.
Later that day, when Amanda was doing some house cleaning, she removed Spock’s sheets from his bed, noting a strange, crusty stain in the middle of the sheets. Her eyes squinted, trying to figure out what it was, and then a knowing thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She rolled her eyes, all teenage boys, even half-Vulcans, were exactly alike, she thought. She made a mental note to have Sarek talk to him later.