The BLTS Archive - The Birthday Present
by T'Maia (T_Maia@altavista.com)

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"Hello, Jim."

"Hi, Spock."

They quietly started walking down the hallway.

"Excuse me, Jim, but you seem to have a problem. Can I help you in
anyway?"

"No, Spock. But wait. Yes. Maybe. I am looking for a birthday present
for Jenny next week. You've got some ideas?"

"You are talking about Comdr. Smith, I presume."

"Yes, Spock."

Spock pondered the problem for a moment. Then he said:

"Jim, to solve a problem you have got to be logical. You are looking
for something Comdr. Smith is going to like. As you are having
intercourse with her, I think it is save to assume that she likes you,
or to be more precise, certain parts of your anatomy."

"SPOCK!"

"Yes, Jim ?"

"What the hag you are hinting at? You cannot be possibly thinking
about what I think you are thinking about!"

Spock cocked an eyebrow. "So you have heard about the artist on
Aldoran Prime who makes silicon copies of sexual organs?"

"Yes, of course. Who hasn't? But unfortunately I don't have the time
to go to Aldoran Prime. Otherwise it really might be a very good
idea."

"Jim." Spock cast his friend a long and intensive look. "From what I
could ascertain, should the method be quite easy to copy."

Kirk almost tripped over his own feet as he whirled around, stopped
and stared at Spock.

"You are joking, are you?"

"As a matter of fact, Captain, Vulcans do not joke."

"But Spock, you cannot be suggesting..."

"Suggesting what ?"

"I mean, you do not intend to copy that artist, do you ?"

"No, Jim. Not on a regular basis. I simply want to help you to your
birthday present for Comdr. Smith. From what I heard it has become
quite fashionable to have parties were copies of body parts are made.
Actually I saw a shop selling a party set for this last week. I think
I could get it until the day after tomorrow."

"I am not sure I want to do this."

"You need a birthday present. You admitted that giving her a silicon
copy of your penis, quote: might be a very good idea, end of quote."

"Okay, I'm convinced. So what time do you suggest?"

"The day after tomorrow at 22.00 hours if you don't mind. Just come
around."

"Sure. Thank you, Spock. See you then."

"Goodbye, Jim."

Spock turned and left, his mind already on their little experiment.

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Two days later a quite curios and eager James T. Kirk ringed at Cpt.
Spock's quarters at Starfleet Academy.

"Come in, Jim."

He entered and sat in his customary place, an old fashioned and very
comfortable armchair.

"Now how is this gonna work? I am dying to know."

"It is really simple. First we make a mould which will be an imprint
of your erection and then we fill it with silicon."

"Are you sure that this will work?"

"That depends on you Jim, because it is you who will have to maintain
an erection while the plaster dries."

"PLASTER?"

"Yes, the mould will be of plaster of paris. I will mix it and you
have to stick your organ in the wet cement and wait until it dries and
then pull out."

"What if I get stuck?"

"Than you simply wait until your erection recedes."

"So I better keep having a hard-on while the plaster dries."

"Exactly. But if it goes wrong, we can still break the mould."

"Sounds fine. But I have confidence in me." He chuckled. "So come on,
let's get started."

"Ok, than take your pants of, I'll mix the plaster."

Kirk got out of his uniform, and set down again. He felt a little
awkward at first, but after reminding himself that this was Spock, his
best and lifelong friend, he relaxed. He closed his eyes and began to
think about Jenny, her curved hips, her firm breasts, the feel of them
in his hands, her beautiful smile and her triangle, with these amazing
wet and pink folds, how they had made love before she left on the USS
Ulysses, how much he missed her. Soon his hands got a live of their
own, and slowly he was in a gentle stroking and massaging rhythm.

From across the room - mixing the plaster - Spock watched him out of
the corners of his eyes. With every moment he found it more difficult
*not* to look . A curious tongue tip sneaked out of his dry mouth and
touched his lips. And a familiar tug between his legs started to cry
out for attention.

"Fascinating." he murmured to himself and an almost invisible smile
glimmered in his eyes. This evening was turning out to be better than
he had thought.

Then he noted that the plaster he attempted to mix was about to get
dry. Spock really hated to break the spell, but is was necessary. So
he said:

"Jim, I'm ready with the plaster."

Sighting, momentarily confused, Kirk came back to reality. He gasped
aloud as Spock pushed the bucket with the cold plaster on his
genitals.

Spock made sure that everything of Jim’s huge swollen organ was in,
balls and all, while at the same time secretly giving it the
admiration it definitely deserved.

*/Damn, this Smith bitch is lucky./*, he thought.

"Spock, why the hell didn't you use warm water? It's rotten cold!"

"Sorry, Jim." Spock was on his knees between Kirk's legs, holding the
bucket and looking up to him.

"Tell me if you need help. I can assist you using Vulcan biocontrol on
this."

Dumbfazed, Kirk blinked in surprise.

"Are you trying to tell me that Vulcan biocontrol is good for more
than just faking death? I mean, can you use it to enhance sexual
performance?"

"Enhancing might not be the right word, as it implies a rise in
quality, but if you are talking of quantity, yes that is possible."

"Just about how much an increase in quantity we are talking about?"

"1440 per cent, based upon the scientific fact that the average human
has sex for approximately 5 minutes every 5 days."

"One thousand..." Kirk swallowed hard. "You always said I could master
some of the easier parts of Vulcan biocontrol..."

"Unfortunately this is not one of the easier tasks, Jim."

"I was afraid you would tell me that."

They sat in silence for a moment.

Thinking, Kirk asked Spock why they had to make a copy of his erected
penis. Wouldn't normal size have done it as well?

Puzzled, Spock answered:

"I thought you wanted it as a reminder of you at times when you are
separated by duty?"

"Yes, of course."

"She wouldn't be able to use a non-erected copy."

"Use...it." Kirk swallowed.

"Spock, I never realized you had such a dirty mind."

"No Jim, just a logical and practical one."

Kirk rewarded him with his lopsided grin. "If you say so..."

"What we haven't discussed yet is which color and which flavor do you
want to have it for Comdr. Smith." Spock said next.

"Flavor?"

"It's included in the set. We got brown, pink, green, yellow, blue and
black color and apple, banana, vanilla, chocolate, blueberry and
strawberry flavor."

"I think I opt for pink with strawberry flavor for Jenny's birthday
present."

*/How boring./* Too bad it was not his choice, Spock mused. He had
always thought that black was a sexy color.

He checked on the plaster.

"The plaster has dried now." With that Spock removed the bucket, and
got up from his kneeling position, his eyes never leaving his friend.

Kirk got up and went to the bathroom to wash himself of the remains of
the plaster. Spock watched him walking naked from behind. It was
definitely to long ago, that he had so much ...yes...fun.

When Kirk was dressed again, they went to work. They mixed the pink
color and the strawberry flavor with the silicone and poured it into
the mould.

For a few moments they both looked at the mould.

Then Kirk suggested:

"How about a game of chess while this dries, Spock?"

Spock instantly agreed and they settled down to play.

When the silicone had dried, Spock removed the dildo carefully from
the mould. He pulled, and he held it up in his hand in front of Kirk’s
nose.

It bounced up and down in typical rubber fashion and upon seeing it up
close, an immense and undeniable pride overcame Kirk.

It must have shown in his face as well, because Spock cocked an
eyebrow in silent comment.

Kirk grinned sheepishly and took it out of Spock's hand, putting it
away into his file case. "Let's get back to our game."

Spock was disappointed that Jim had put the rubber dick away so
fast.He wanted to watch it, kiss it, caress it, take it into his
mouth. If he couldn't have Kirk, he had the feeling he was at least
entitled to his dick.

Silently he followed Kirk back to the table with the chessboard.

They spent some more hours playing, until Jim Kirk had to leave.

"It's been a long day, Spock. I will see you at noon tomorrow.
Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Jim."

After the door had closed behind James T. Kirk, Spock couldn't help
but smile. As he had calculated, Jim had totally forgotten about the
mould.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, Jim.", his long fingers slowly
caressing the curves of J. T. Kirk’s balls imprinted on the plaster.

He brought his fingertips to his lips, inhaled the faint traces of
Jim, kissed gently his hand and let it fell down to the mould again,
to resume the caresses.

"This is the best birthday present I have ever got."

Happily he took the silicon and went to work.

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The End