Hi Readers & Writers,
This is a true story. Forget what NASA says about trying to achieve an erection in Zero-G -- our man Jarraden is built different.
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Check Jarraden's high school story `Holler my name' in bisexual/highschool (May 15th) to hear how his dick came to be the focus for...
Deep Space Probe -- Mission Launch
Jarraden, now 26, is an astronaut aboard the space station, and has been tasked to reach places few men can...
Gape Training
Kito was buck naked as he propelled himself in the zero gravity of the space station, legs held open, aiming his puckered arsehole towards Jarraden's prodigious engorgement. Nervous, his brow was beaded with sweat as he drifted closer, seeing Jarraden's bone-hard goliath for the first time.
Kito held his muscular legs open and they quivered under the strain of his exertion.
Jarraden, naked too, gave a cajoling wink to the former Japanese Olympic gymnast as if to say It'll be good, Bro' his swollen nuts buoyant and jostling either side of his python. The guys were the same age and Kito was hot -- his olive-brown face smooth and his features delicate. He was definitely a pretty boy' and had a great physique to boot.
The mission control operator in their ear-pieces counted down the experiment that Jarraden had performed many times already.
"Counting down to full-fuck engagement...Kito, angle change by 3 degrees...prepare to gape...three, two, one..."
Jarraden flexed his hips forward a jot, urging the connection. Kito's bolt-hard erection arched away from his taut abs, but behind his eyes Jarraden could see the flickers of awe and horror.
Kito was a regular sexy guy, his genitals a fraction of Jarraden's shocking proportions triggered in his teens by a secret mantra. (A story told in `Holler my name' from when Jarraden was in high school)
Kito had only been given a week to prepare his arse, since joining the 20-strong crew aboard station Exo5 in mid-altitude orbit around Earth. If he and Jarraden managed to achieve now what had been dubbed `Black Hole Flux' -- the epic orgasmic infinity loop in Zero-G between them -- Jarraden could finally return home.
Everyone aboard had their own ongoing research. They were fun to be around, but after months of living with the rehydrated rations and the constant scrutiny from Mission Control of his humongous dick in action, Jarraden was feeling the burn-out approaching.
The sex lab on board looked like a posh hotel suite in Europe, but both men knew every inch of the room was observed from Earth -- and that their body's responses would reveal each minute thrilling twitch or flinch to the barrage of scientists from the space agency's Pleasure Research Department (PRD) monitoring progress.
But why had the voyeuristic fuckers set the bar so high?
Kito would need to use all his experience to slowly mount Jarraden's engorged helmet almost from above, and gape his hole to the size of a man's fist to swallow-up Jarraden's inches of thick, ribbed meat, so vascular they could appear to be like a bull's cock.
Revealing his dick at full-mast was only allowed for fucking, the department scientists had reminded Jarraden. He was a valued crew member, essential to this mission -- and they couldn't afford him to scare participants off by revealing his dimensions too soon.
Over the week, Jarraden had twice pulled Kito into the cramped shower cubicle after exercises but had dutifully remained flaccid, to help demonstrate to Control the chemistry between the men and get approval for the inaugural fuck.
Kito's voice had cracked at the sight of Jarraden's rope-thick softie, feeling its heft in his hands: "Fuck me, it looks so much bigger than in your file pictures." Kito ran his fingers over Jarraden's sandy-coloured beard and buzzed hair, playfully drawing his teeth along Jarraden's neck.
"It can look pretty monstrous when it's bricked," Jarraden had said, nervously. "But us achieving `max pleasure' is the only way they're sending me home."
He didn't want to rush Kito's gape preparation, but following the science was Jarraden's only way off the station...
Three days later...
Overload
A group of buff astronauts surrounding Kito cheered him on at the squat rack. His navy vest and tight shorts strained against his muscles, revealing his deeply chiselled chest and watermelon-sized glutes.
Jarraden gave him a thumbs up from across the floor, admiring the grit of the Japanese astronaut. As a new visitor on board Kito was getting extra attention. He was a compact Adonis, his brown skin glowing, his almond-shaped eyes always friendly.
It was no wonder the women on board had taken to flirting with the engineer, despite knowing he was assigned only to assist with a flight navigation issue, and primarily to be a participant for the Pleasure Research Department. There was to be no fraternising among staff in space.
Kito's experiment with Jarraden had been a blast...
Kito's arse engulfed Jarraden's totem half-way up his pole as they floated in the middle of the hi-tech laboratory, a shamanic drum beat in their ear-pieces.
They hugged each other for leverage as they rutted.
After half-an-hour, Jarraden had wormed himself deep through small movements at first, and then stroke after stroke of many inches. The drum beat pounded and Kito followed the rhythm, his hips starting to gyrate in loops like a spinning top starting to slow: his arsehole gaped with each down motion, then gripped Jarraden's hulking schlong like a tight rubber glove on the upstrokes, pulling blood up Jarraden's thick ribbed shaft to the helmet lodged deep in Kito's lubed guts.
Bolts of pleasure erupted up Kito's spine with each plunge, causing the athlete's eyes to roll back in his head, although his waves hadn't yet merged with Jarraden's to create the infinity loop between them.
Still they fucked deeper, Kito flinging-up his strong thighs to wrap them around Jarraden's tight waist. Jarraden was already experiencing the orbits of pleasure in his nervous system, guiding the process within Kito through intention. Kito still needed to emotionally open his heart by submitting his deeper recesses to the arse gouging.
Kito squirmed while filled, rotating his hips with more gusto, impaled on Jarraden's rock-hard member; but as the coronal ridge of Jarraden's helmet flared further, mission control crackled over the ear-pieces, attempting to snap both from their hypnotic dance.
"Kito...Do not cum! Do you copy! Disengage!"
Kito registered the instructions in a state of bliss, his eyes barely open, as he maintained the fucking. Jarraden was suddenly alert and could feel Kito trying to squirm lower as he watched the astronaut's ball bag tighten like shrink-wrap over two kumquats.
"Nooooo..." Jarraden hollered, and he looped his arms inside Kito's hug, suddenly thrusting him off. And in the Zero-G of space, as if in slow motion, Kito was propelled backwards, and Jarraden peered mesmerised into Kito endless pink chute his legs splayed with the retreat, the edges of his rippling black hole releasing a slop of lube and anal juice that sprayed like an explosion around them.
Kito's cock instantly erupted ropes of milk-white jizz that bloomed above them appearing to expand outwards the way fireworks might appear in the night sky.
"Fuuuuuckkkk!" Jarraden exclaimed, flying backwards in mid-air -- the pair appearing to repel each other like same-pole magnets and unravel like the self-destruction of a Gordian knot. Kito flew over a couch in a state of shock and hit a panel containing various controls. Jarraden's nuts buoyed and jostled as he hit the lab door his arched member vascular and darkened by its healthy engorgement.
He was literally able to fuck for hours... and Mission Control needed him to get Kito to do the same...
Embarrassed by his uncontrolled ejaculation, Kito stayed in his quarters for the rest of the night. Jarraden tried to reach him via the station's intercom, but chose not to press the matter.
It would be at least a week before Kito could recuperate enough personal sexual charge to try again. He might be ready before, but Control had set protocols for absolutely everything down to the smallest detail -- even Jarraden washing under his foreskin was timed and he was expected to get himself erect for at least 20 minutes so the scientists on Earth could `assess' him via the video-link.
Of the five men who had come aboard briefly for the experiment, only two had achieved the orgasmic Black Hole Flux before leaving. Data from the others would just be contextual.
With each man, Jarraden found something hot...
Mission Control had warned that without a 50 per cent project success, Jarraden would miss the Russian rocket due to ferry home their cosmonauts at six months. If he missed it, it would be another six months before Jarraden could get a seat on an Earth-bound flight.
He and Kito had 14 days to fix this...
Jarraden had to come up with a plan to strengthen Kito's internal energy locks...
Now watching him cheerfully in a deep squat, being cheered on, Jarraden clocked just what might help. And he knew just the perfect recruits for this side quest.
Look out for Part 2 in two weeks...