AUTHOR: A fan fiction by Robert Claffie Jr.
SUMMARY: Actor Connor Trinneer happens upon a mysterious leatherman at a Star Trek convention who gives him a night to remember.
PAIRING: Connor Trinneer with, well, me. I believe you might call this story a Mary-Sue.
RATING: X and it's slash fiction.
DISCLAIMER To Paramount, Rick Berman, Brannon Braga, Connor Trinneer, the rest of the cast of Enterprise, and anyone else who might be offended by this innocuous little story. It is just a story. Paramount owns 'em. Except for Connor, Scott et al who, Faustian bargains notwithstanding, presumably own themselves. And it's not like this story actually uses any elements from Enterprise.
FORMATTING NOTE: This document was written in Wordpad but it should work on any version of Word. WordPerfect users are on their own.
DISTRIBUTION/ARCHIVAL: None without prior consent.
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Copyright the author 2002
It was strange; the initial meeting. It was only a stroke of luck that landed a Star Trek convention in the same block of buildings as the leather contest. I was riding the elevator on my way to my hotel room. I noted the stares and gasps as I stroke through the Star Trek lobby. Come on guys, I thought, surely it's not the first time you've seen a man in leather!
Although I did have to admit I looked good. Thanks to me losing some weight, none of my current gear ceased to fit properly so I had new clothes custom-made for me. I was wearing a tight leather T-shirt, skintight leather jeans, and motorcycle boots that went up to my knees. My hands were trapped in skintight leather gloves: my personal favorite.
The elevator stopped prematurely. As the doors opened, a figure dashed inside. The excited cries of a LOT of women was heard outside.
"I'll see you up in the room, Terry!" the new figure called out.
"Sure thing, Mr. Trineer!" "Terry" replied.
As the doors closed, I gazed at the new arrival. Oh. My. God. There, in the elevator with me was none other than Connor Trineer, Commander Trip Tucker from the new Star Trek series "Enterprise." And BOY did he look good! He was clad in a tight white T-shirt that did nothing to hide his incredible physique underneath. Under the T-shirt was the tightest pair of blue jeans that I've ever seen. On his feet were sneakers. Oh well, two out of three ain't bad. I could feel my groin react to this marvelous sight. It was then I noticed that Connor's jeans were starting to bulge as well. I glanced up to see him gazing at me intently.
"Woof," I breathed.
Connor quickly broke the gaze and desperately tried to look at something *anything* else in the elevator. But there was only me and him. As though against his control, his head swivled back in my direction. He tried to say something but only got a strained squeak.
I'm not sure what came over me, but I raised a leather-covered hand and gently beckoned him over by waggling my index finger. I thought sure I saw a droplet of drool escape his lips as he took a hesitant step towards me. Then another, then another.
Taking my chances, I lashed out ensnaring his back with my other hand and pulling his hot body towards me. He ran into me with an "Oof!" He gazed intently about me as though unsure of what to do next. I made the decision for him. I took him by the back of the head and pushed it gently towards me.
I thought sure I was going to explode as our lips touched. The way he kissed back, I thought he was going to explode first. We kissed and kissed. At first hesitatingly, but with each passing second the intensity increased. I'm not entirely sure but I think it was his tongue that first penetrated my mouth. At this point I swear we were joined at the head.
He finally broke off the kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing into mine so I'm sure he could feel mine as well.
"You, ah, wouldn't happen to be going to your room?" Connor asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am," I replied. "Would you like to join me?"
Connor could only manage a weak nod.
The elevator slowed as it reached my floor and Connor quickly broke away from my grip. He blushed. "I've got a reputation to uphold," he offered by way of a weak explanation.
"What about Terry?"
Connor sneaked a glance at me. "Who?" he said with a sly smile.
The doors opened and I left the elevator. I could tell by the footfalls that Connor was right behind me. I could barely contain my excitement. I led Connor inside my hotel room and locked the door. As God is my witness we are not going to be disturbed.
I bundled the man onto my bed and we lay there groping, feeling, and kissing some more. I could feel his hands all over my crotch and mine were all over his as well. I don't know what he was thinking, but whatever it was, he wanted more of it.
I suddenly threw Connor of off me and stood up. Again, I beckoned him with a leather-covered finger. I waggled it in my direction, then pointed down. He got the message as he bounded over to me like long-lost puppy and dropped to his knees. I grabbed my bulging cod-piece pants and whispered two words: "Lick it."
Connor sat up on his knees and leaned closer to my throbbing crotch. He rested his forehead against my groin and breathed deeply. I think he was just drinking in the hot leather odor at this point. Then, unsure, he stuck out his tongue and ran it lightly up the length of my hardened cock.
The feeling was like pure lightning. I audibly gasped as this STUD was on his knees licking my leather crotch. He took that as a sign to continue. Oh my God, if I don't do something about this soon, I amd going to explode!
Connor suddenly stopped. I looked down to see these beautiful eyes looking up at me imploringly. I nearly swooned. However I realized that Connor might be getting into the idea that I'm the strong dominant one here so acting like a little schoolgirl might spoil the illusion. I know what he wanted so I started unbuckling my jeans.
Connor held up a hand. "Please, don't. Could you keep the leather on?"
As a matter of fact, I could. Instead of unbuckling my jeans, I simply popped off the cod piece. My hardened cock nearly smacked poor Connor right in the face. "Was getting a little tight in there anyway," I said. "Go for it."
Connor's mouth leaped on my cock without another sound. He slowly and gently moved forward, swallowing more and more of my cock. Soon he had the whole fucking thing in his mouth. Connor Trineer has no gag reflex! In and out. In and out. The feeling was indescribable. But if I didn't stop him soon, I was going to pop my load now. And I didn't want to now.
Once Connor had eased back from my cock, I grabbed him underneath both arms and pulled him to his feet. "I think it's time for you to lose your clothing now," I said.
Connor lookd unsure (again.) He mumbled something about being fine as he was but I didn't want him all dressed up. I reached for his collar and literally tore the T-shirt off his....
"You're going to have to take those off, son," I said. "You're making a mess in them."
Connor joined my gaze and sure enough, there was a damp spot appearing with his hard cock. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. Quicker than anybody I'd seen before, he shucked off his jeans so that he was standing naked than a jaybird. Funny how these Southern phrases are creeping into my subconscious. He looked so beautiful; so perfect. And he was all mine!
"Get on the bed," I ordered. "On your stomach."
Connor obeyed and I went into the bathroom. So close, I'm so close to shooting my load. I have to make it last just a little longer. I grabbed a condom and some lubricant. I fit the condom to my oh-so-hard cock and returned to the room. Connor had not changed his position at all. But he was shaking all over. Did he know what was to come?
I knelt down beside him and caressed his naked flesh with my leathered hands. This seemed to calm him down a bit. I leaned closer to his face and whispered," Just relax. You'll love this."
I gently lubricated his virgin asshole and then aimed my cock right at it. I leaned close to his ass and gently pushed. He grunted a bit but didn't shift. I worked the tip of my cock into his asshole, felt the muscles relax and pushed my way in. Connor groaned and moaned but then his noises got a bit strained. I held off and let him become comfortable with my dick up his ass. Once he calmed down some more, I continued to press my, um, advantage.
I now had my entire cock up Connor's tight ass. And it felt so wonderful. I pulled all the way out and then pushed all the way back in. Then all the way out, then all the way back in. By now his tortured groans were becoming wanting moans. What I had, he wanted more and more of it.
At this point, there was very little left to give. I could feel that earthquake deep inside me that said now was the time. I quickly pulled out of Connor's ass and tore off the condom. I flipped the young man over onto his back and pumped my cock with a gloved hand. One. Two. Three. And AAAAHHHHHHH my cock pumped its hot sticky load all over Connor Trineer's stomach and chest. One shot even went as high as his neck.
As my cock was dribbling its last load, I crouched down to Connor's crotch; his cock a mere inches from my face. "Now it's your turn," I purred. I took his cock in my mouth and proceeded to suck. I never thought his eyes could get any wider as I sucked his lucsious cock. Again, he was so turned on, it didn't take much for him to climax. His cock shot its load and I swallowed every drop. That way I could say I had Connor Trineer; every last bit of him.
We collapsed on the bed when Connor noticed the clock on the dresser. "Shit, I've got to get out of here! The cabaret will be starting soon." He looked right into my eyes. "Thanks for an incredible time. " He leaned forward and we kissed; a more sedate longing kiss rather than the hot passionate type of kiss. I never wanted the moment to end.
Connor leaped out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He grimaced at the wet spot he created but shrugged it off. He then picked up his torn T-shirt and wondered what he was going to do about that. I took care of the problem by tossing him one of mine. My chest was a bit smaller so it would cling to his chest tighter. Oh, and how it did.
Connor unlocked the door and looked back at me. "Thanks again," he drawled in that Trip Tucker type of accent. "You got a purdy mouth."
Just before he disappeared, I said, "My pleasure. Trip."
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