Where No Man Has Gone Before

I’m rounding out the week with an excerpt from another recent Coming Together release, Coming Together Outside the Box. This volume, edited by speculative erotica author and podcast publisher Nobilis Reed, benefits the Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation, an organization dedicated to finding a cure for this vicious and unrelenting cancer.

The theme for this anthology is “pioneers”. The contributors have interpreted this in a variety of ways. My own story, written expressly for this collection, is a humorous tale of a shy young man who finally dares to cross-dress at a Star Trek convention.

Leave a comment with your email and you could win a copy of my speculative erotica story The Antidote. And remember, there’s a grand prize of $40 up for grabs. The more blog posts where you leave comments, the more likely you are to win! Plus every participant has a special prize for you at his or her blog.

You’ll find a bit from “To Boldly Go” below. Links to all the hop posts follow.

Thanks for participating in the Thanks-Giving Back blog hop, by the way. I hope you enjoyed it. (I hope you bought some of our altruistic erotica books, too! They make great holiday presents!) We’ll announce the grand prize winner next week.

“You’ve got to be kidding! No way am I going to EnterCon in drag!”

My best friend Lorelei bats her mascara-laden lashes. “You know you want to....”

“Yeah, well, I want to get up close and personal with Benedict Cumberbatch, too. It’s not going to happen!”

Lo assumes a well-practiced pout. “But you’d make such a great Uhura. Come on! You’ve done it before.”

“Sure, I’ve dressed up in some of your less slutty outfits and gone clubbing with you. But this is different. Despite George Takei, Trek cons aren’t exactly gay friendly. Remember last year, in Tulsa? The crowd almost killed that Kirk and Spock when they found the two in a slash scene.”

“That was God forsaken Oklahoma, Jeremy! Nothing like that’s going to happen in San Jose!” She flashes me a deceptively innocent smile. “Anyway, by the time I’m done with you, it’ll be impossible to tell you’re not a girl.”

A little thrill sings through me at that – Lo knows me all too well. It’s not that I want to be a woman. I mean, I’d never go under the knife. I’m very happy with my dick, thank you very much. But I love the way I feel in female clothing – pretty, flirtatious, desirable, far bolder than the meek, nerdy web developer I am in the real world. Just imagining myself as the tall, dignified, curvy starship lieutenant has me half hard. It would be pretty tough to hide my excitement if I were to actually go along with Lorelei’s scheme.

Yeah, I know most drag queens hide their junk between their legs, but that’s just too uncomfortable for me. I don’t plan to enter a bikini contest or anything. A pair of elasticized control panties keeps my bulge fairly discreet.

“I’ve got a red velour shift that will be perfect. It flares at the hips and will be plenty long enough to cover your crotch.”

“Lorelei, you’re impossible!” My blush probably doesn’t show under my dark skin, but hot embarrassment makes me squirm. Lorelei shoots a pointed glance at the obvious swelling in my jeans.

Blog Hop Links

Sunday 22 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/sunday-snog-for-good-mm-201.html

http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com/2015/11/coming-together-giving-back-hop.html

Monday 23 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/giving-it-away.html

http://delilahnight.com/2015/11/23/giving-back-blog-hop/

http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/2015/11/coming-together-thanksgiving-giving-back.html

http://wp.me/p1EqZm-Vt 

Tuesday 24 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/funny-brutal-tender.html

Wednesday 25 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/erotic-visions-for-brave.html

Thursday 26 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/bloody-good-erotica.html

http://annabetherotica.com/

Friday 27 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/release-day-for-another-coming-together.html

Saturday 28 November

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/11/where-no-man-has-gone-before.html

Sunday Snog #163: A Star Trek Snog

My Sunday Snog today is in some sense in honor of Leonard Nimoy. I’ve got a kiss excerpt from my M/M story, “To Boldy Go”, which takes place at a Star Trek convention. The story will be out soon in the altruistic anthology Coming Together: Outside the Box.

Here’s the blurb:

Where no man has gone before...

Nothing gives nerdy web developer Jeremy more of a thrill than cross-dressing.

When his best friend dares him to attend a Star Trek convention in drag, though, he's sure he can't pull it off. Sure, dreamy co-trekkie Peter seems convinced. But how will Peter react when he discovers that svelte, sexy Lieutenant Uhura he's been following around the con is really a guy?

When you’ve sampled my snog, head back to Victoria’s place for more Sunday kisses!

“Let me buy you a drink, Peter.” The contest’s over; the skits are next, followed by the raffle drawing, then the secret guest of honor. The night is still young.

My mouth-watering companion shakes his head. “I’ve got to be getting home. I’ve got a seven o’clock shift tomorrow morning.”

I try to reason with my sinking heart. What did I expect?

“That’s a shame. I’ll walk you to the car park.” I take his arm as we stroll to the elevator, delighted when he doesn’t stop me. I want to savor every last minute of his closeness. “Maybe I’ll call it a night, too. After winning the contest, everything else is likely to be an anti-climax.”

“Yes, I suppose it doesn’t get much better. You’re the most convincing Uhura I’ve ever seen.”

Think how impressed he’d be if he knew the whole truth.

The lift deposits us at parking level. The stink of car exhaust and motor oil drives Peter’s pine-infused cologne from my nostrils. I lean closer to him, breathing deeply to fix his scent in my memory. I’ll think of him in the future whenever I go hiking in the Sierras.

He slides his arm around my waist as we walk. I almost panic. It feels so wonderful, though, that I can’t bring myself to object.

Finally, we halt next to a blue Ford, a few shades darker than his eyes. “Here’s my car.” He releases his hold on me. We face one another, the old awkwardness reasserting itself. He fumbles with his keys. “I guess – um – well, goodbye for now, Jen. Thanks for a great day.”

That’s it? That’s all?

Frustration, anger and lust roar through me, a strange potent mix. I can’t let him go so easily. I throw my arms around his neck to drag him down to my level, then capture his mouth in a fierce kiss.

“Wait – Jen – please...” I swallow his words, overwhelm his feeble resistance, pry his lips open and plunge inside. Inside, he’s hot, sweet, tasting of the Black Forest Cake we shared at the banquet. He grips my shoulders as if to hold me away from him. At the same time, though, he returns the kiss, sucking on my tongue, thrusting his own between my lips.

That suction – oh! My cock strains at the silly garments keeping it trapped. It’s all I can do not to explode. Logic and reason desert me. I slide one hand down to his crotch, seeking the hardness I know I’ll find there. I’m not disappointed. Peter moans, digging his fingernails into my flesh, but he doesn’t stop me.

I cup, stroke, squeeze. He kisses me harder. If that’s not permission, it’s close enough. Ignoring the potential damage to Lorelei’s leggings, I sink to my knees on the oily concrete. I’m good with my hands; his zipper is open and his rigid dick bobbing in front of my face before he even realizes what’s going on.