Title: THE TOUR

Author: A. Kite (Akite68163@aol.com)

Series: TNG, VOY

Codes: Worf/Kim

Rating: NC-17

Note: Part of the Ensign Fuh Q Fest - http://geocities.com/ensign_fuh_q_fest/

Summary: A visiting alumnus gets a special tour of Starfleet Academy.

Disclaimer: Star Trek in all of its incarnations belongs to Paramount/Viacom. This story belongs to me. No copyright infringement is intended, no money being made.

Archiving: Permission given to Karmen for the Ensign Fuh Q Fest, ASCEM, PKElite, Slashville and to my own webpage at www.oocities.org/tlin_s/a_kite/

Thanks to Karmen for moderating the Ensign Fest, to kiranerys for thinking up the original idea and to my beta readers who made this a much better story.

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome and always answered.


THE TOUR

A. Kite (Sept. 2000)

Senior Cadet, Harry Kim, was all aquiver with excitement. He, out of all the cadets in the Academy, was chosen for this special honor. He had been picked to escort the only full-blooded Klingon to graduate this hallowed place on a tour. Harry had heard that there once was a Human-Klingon hybrid here, but she hadn't stayed the course and graduated. Lt. Worf, on the other hand, had graduated and now had an assignment on the flagship of the fleet, Enterprise.

Oh, how Harry wanted to hear a more personal review of the incidents that were becoming Starfleet history! To be close to one that had made that history. Well, to tell the truth, the thought of it made him hard. Harry had seen holos of all the command crew of the Enterprise, but it was Worf that had drawn his attention. Worf, who had fueled more than a few of his fantasies, sexual and otherwise.

Finally, the day came. Cadet Harry Kim barely arrived in time to stand at rigid attention at the beam down point in the main lobby of Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth. He had taken too long over the last bout of masturbation and was almost late. If fact, he still felt a stickiness between his buttocks. He hoped more than anything that he wouldn't make a stammering fool of himself. He wanted to impress his hero.

It wasn't working. Lt. Worf had beamed down and quite obligingly endured all the obligatory stops, but Harry could tell he was only being polite. He cast his thoughts about trying to think of something new he could show Worf. Something that would interest the Chief of Security on a starship. The new gymnasium! That was it! All the latest equipment, even holographic technology. It wasn't a place that Harry frequented unless required, but he'd heard the security cadets rhapsodize about it.

They turned away from observing an engineering lab, and Harry spoke up. "Sir, I think I know something you'd be more interested in seeing." Not being much of a talker, Worf nodded his agreement, and Harry led the way out of the building and onto the walkway.

The few people they met along the way gave wide berth to the stern looking Klingon. Except for Boothby, the groundskeeper, he recognized Worf right away, but chose not to intrude upon Cadet Kim's tour. He alone watched as Worf's polite boredom changed to keen interest as he looked at the backside of the younger man in front. That Worf! he thought, always had an eye for the better things, and you couldn't get much better than the view of Harry Kim's ass flexing and moving under the tight cadet's uniform. Boothby wished for a moment that he wasn't so old.

They got to the gym and Harry did his best to point out all the features that he'd heard about. He prattled on about this and that. He was showing the Klingon one of the private exercise rooms, when he heard the man growl. Harry turned in surprise to see what was wrong. Worf growled again and said, "Enough talking. You and I will spar."

The Klingon stalked over and took the cadet by the elbow, guiding him into the room. Harry felt the floor under his feet change. It was springy as if it were padded. He looked around the room. It wasn't large; maybe three meters square, and it was totally devoid of features. A large empty room with a spongy floor.

Worf let loose the grip on his elbow and called for a privacy lock on the door. Harry gulped a little in nervousness, and the Klingon caught it. "Don't be afraid, Cadet. Computer, engage safety field. See? No harm will come to you."

Harry nodded, but didn't feel assured. He knew if the big man touched him he'd get an erection. Then safety field and padded floor or not, the Klingon was liable to get angry and hurt him.

"Come then, Mr. Kim. I'll show you some security moves that will be sure to win you some extra points on your next combat training test. An exchange for your time today, if you like," Wolf said in a gruff, but kind manner.

"Uh...uh." Damn it, he was stammering. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't stammer today. "That's nice of you, sir, but not really necessary. We should be moving along." To where, Harry didn't have a clue. Anywhere, but here.

Harry watched as the lieutenant's face fell. Shit, he couldn't win. His hero wouldn't be pleased with him either way. Damned if he did, and damned if he didn't. Harry threw caution to the wind and conceded. "Sir, we do have some time before we're expected back. I'd be honored for you to show me those moves."

It happened just as Harry knew it would. Worf showed him some new ways to break holds, ones that weren't taught in combat training classes. Worf was behind him one second, and the next Harry was pinned to the floor; face up with the Klingon pressing into him. But instead of the anger he expected to see at his precipitous erection, Worf smiled and pressed closer. Harry felt the Klingon's own arousal nudge his thigh.

Harry did the only thing that a red-blooded, young and horny human male could do. He arched up and whispered, "Please."

Harry heard a rumbling laugh, "Don't worry, young one. You will please me today." The Klingon settled back on his heels and unsealed his uniform. Harry lay there in total awe. Worf was everything he'd imagined and then some. The broad chest with its hard muscles came into view first. Then the lieutenant stood to rid himself of boots and the rest of his clothing.

Harry moved to his knees as if hypnotized. It was his will, though, that moved his hands to pull the tight Fleet briefs down those rock hard thighs. Totally his will to lean forward and taste the perfect phallus before him. Worf's cock was big but not disproportionate to the rest of his magnificence. He got another growl in reward for his efforts.

There was no way he could fit more than a fraction of the Klingon's penis into his mouth, but Harry did his damnedest to get as much as possible past his lips. The rest he licked and fondled in feverish lust, until Worf pulled himself back and Harry to his feet.

"Oh yes, little one, you please me very much," Worf reverberated into his ear as his hands made quick work of stripping off the cadet's uniform. Then the Klingon moved his hands to that part of Kim's anatomy that had so fascinated him. The globes of flesh that fit in the palms of his hands as if they were made for them. He kneaded and firmly squeezed until Harry was moving against him; rubbing his hard, leaking cock in the same rhythm.

Harry was moaning, gasping for air and using his mouth on every bit of flesh he could reach. It felt so good. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, he felt the Klingon's fingers brush against his anus. Very deliberately, Harry moved his legs wider apart in invitation.

It was an invitation that Worf did not refuse. Though, he was very surprised to find that the passage was already slick and ready for penetration. He growled his approval and thought, this one thinks ahead. He'll go far, the little slut. He worked his fingers in and out preparing it for something much larger. Finally, he could wait no more. The young human's writhing and rubbing were getting him more excited than he'd ever been.

Worf pulled himself from Harry's arms. He placed one hard, short kiss on the cadet's lips before spinning him around, and growling, "Kneel." The young man fell to his hands and knees without hesitation. Worf was behind him in an instant and said, "Human, prepare to be boarded."

Harry tried to answer with an "Aye, aye, sir." but the words were cut off by an involuntary gasp as the thick Klingon cock pierced him. Oh! It hurt at first. A searing pain in his gut that caused the young man to grunt. The pain was forgotten when Worf reached around and began to pump his cock in time to his own thrusts.

Harry begged for more and harder until he thought the pleasure/pain would surely stop his heart. Then the Klingon pushed inside him one, two, three times very hard and roared his climax. The roar and the feeling of being filled with Worf's cum brought Harry off too. He crashed down to the firmly cushioned floor with the Klingon still inside him.

A few minutes later full awareness came back to the Klingon. He eased himself off and out of the young human beneath him and heard him sigh at the loss. Worf watched in horror as his own blood tinged semen leaked from the cadet's anus. What had he done? He reached out to touch Kim, to make sure he was alright, but he couldn't.

Worf bellowed in shame, and jumped up. Harry was shocked out of his post orgasmic lethargy by the bellow. "What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in a panic as he gained his feet.

The Klingon turned from him. Why was the human concerned for him? He had no honor. There was also no honor in hurting the young man further by turning away. Worf forced himself to turn back to Harry. "It was I who did wrong, Cadet. Do you need medical attention?"

In a day of surprises for Harry Kim, this was one more. "No, sir. I'm fine. Sore, but fine. You have no reason to apologize," Harry's face reddened in embarrassment, but he continued anyway, "you only did what I wanted. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

It was Worf's turn for astonishment. He gaped at the young human before replying, "But, you're bleeding. I hurt you!"

Harry wiped at the semen that trickled down the back of his thigh and brought it forward to see. "Oh! I guess I am bleeding." A thought came to him and made him chuckle. "Virgin blood, I suppose. I hope you're not offended."

Worf couldn't believe his eyes. He had practically raped the cadet and the man was standing there smiling at him. Totally exasperated, he muttered, "Humans." and reached for his uniform. "Where are the showers?"

The two men cleaned up silently; each lost in their own thoughts and feelings. They quickly made their way back to the headquarters building. The dean was waiting for them when they arrived. "Did you enjoy your tour, Lieutenant?" he asked politely.

Worf controlled an impulse to laugh and answered, "Yes, sir. It was most...enlightening."

The dean turned to Harry and dismissed him. As he walked away, Harry heard Worf comment, "Cadet Kim was an excellent guide. He did me a great honor today and should be commended."

Harry could only hope that he never had to encounter the Klingon again. The embarrassment would be too much. Never in his life had he acted so shamelessly, so sluttish. He promised himself that he never would again. He lied.

Years later an older, wiser Harry Kim clung precariously to the Ops console as Voyager bucked through the spatial rifts of a wormhole. The voice that crackled through the speakers was unmistakable. "Unidentified Federation vessel, you have entered Klingon space. Identify yourselves." It was serendipitous that Lt. Harry Kim was the only one capable of answering the hail. That of all the Klingons in all of the Alpha Quadrant, it was Worf's voice that called them. Their safety was assured when the lieutenant answered that hail.

The End

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