Hi Readers & Writers,
This is a true story. NASA says getting bricked in Zero-G is hard...but not impossible. Our man Jarraden is a sex beast with the data to rewrite the training manual!
I'm thinking of getting this tale illustrated. Would you want to see this?
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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 -- Side Quest
Astronaut Jarraden, 26, comes up with a plan to supercharge Kito's nuts for the mission. The Pleasure Research Department are monitoring back on Earth. But why are they collecting extra data?
Custard Countdown
Jarraden sat opposite Kito in the busy space station canteen admiring him heartily swallow the rehydrated sandwiches and some micro-greens grown aboard.
Kito's gymnastics training was evident from his flexibility and his muscle definition. Even his neck, which looked thick and strong, had clearly been trained.
Some of Kito's colleagues from navigation were at another table with the young black botanist from Yemen, Dr Maylik Ali.
"I reckon you could have been a sword swallower in another life," Jarraden said, joking, seeing if the Japanese Olympian would take the bait.
Kito smiled and shook his head. He was due to do a space-walk later with the other navigation engineers to replace a sensor on one arm of the station. He had to get in his calories now because his next meal would be at least 8 hours.
"Jaren, if you're angling for some deepthroat, we'll have to re-jig the vacuum system," Kito said, laughing. "My throat isn't built for that mammoth schlong.
"I'm just making sure I don't go hungry tonight," he said, chuckling.
"Yeah...about that," Jarraden said, acting like he just had a brainwave "...you know rations aren't the only source of protein." Jarraden grinned, knowing full well Kito would catch his drift.
Kito let the remainder of his sandwich hover in mid-air between them, and plucked his suction cup off the table for a slurp of lemon tea.
Jaraden was loving this project, and he liked Kito a lot: the man was super sharp, and sensual in the way he moved his body and his mouth; in another life Jarraden could have seen them being boyfriends.
Every astronaut brought aboard to fuck with Jarraden had been screened to keep Jarraden horned-up to the max -- the silver daddy with the furry pecs whom he had nicknamed Wolver-peen'; the Sri Lankan mathematician whose strong tongue had rimmed Jarraden to a state of frenzy; the tattooed FtM with the throbbing mega-clit and juicy boy-pussy that took Jarraden back to his high school days (a story told in Holler my name' posted on May 15th in bisexual/highschool)
Then there was the Nigerian astronaut, Emanuel, whose thick veiny dick was so hard that after their data-collecting fuck, Jarraden had bottomed for him privately for four hours just so Emanuel could finally cum and get relief.
"Fuck, I really need that," Emanuel had said, his voice a deep purr, as they lay naked together in Jarraden's quarters. Emanuel's jizz, drizzled from Jarraden's worn arse. "Me too," Jarraden said, thrusting his tongue past Emanuel's full lips for a passionate kiss.
It was one of the wildest sessions Jarraden had had. Jarraden felt satiated -- like being stuffed on a sumptuous meal -- his internal energy running at a constant trundle, so different from when Jarraden topped and was energising his system with wave after wave of full body orgasmic pleasure.
Mission control had joked that they were `over the moon' when both men's emotional states finally settled -- and that was when Jarraden realised that his body was being scrutinised both inside the sex lab...and outside of it.
He wondered, what were they doing with this extra footage?
The space station needed to be manned round-the-clock. So, while some crew were up during the `day' hours, others would be sleeping. They had a roster system on board, so if an astronauts needed to change schedule someone else could take their shift.
Mostly Jarraden knew only the crew having lunch right now.
"Tell me more...," Kito said "...this meat sandwich is almost done, and I was going back for more."
Having dangled the proverbial dick carrot in Kito's face, he had clearly piqued his colleague's interest. Kito's seductive phoenix eyes watched Jarraden with a glint of intrigue.
Jarraden hadn't considered that astronauts might pack sexy underwear for this mission. Seeing Kito on his knees in mesh boy-shorts and a pink cropped vest, his tongue outstretched, before 5 stonking erections of varying length and thickness, was the private show Jarraden dreamed of.
The Pleasure Research Department had taken some convincing, but Jarraden was the big dick on board and had said this would help rev-up Kito's sexual charge.
"Kito needs to replenish his energies...five loads should do it," he had told the Mission scientists, making sure to sound definite.
What he personally wanted, was to see Kito gagging on some hot rods.
So, they had agreed to the blow-bang...under certain sexual conditions, and that it would be in the terrarium, the space station Earth-gravity section where Dr Ali was doing some of his best work.
Now Jarraden sat in a comfy chair stark bollock naked watching the scene, his flaccid python cock hanging between his splayed thighs, under a green canopy of large-leaved plants: he was literally watching a space forest face-fuck fest.
He slid an oily hand along the underside of his member like he was caressing a conga eel, his fingers unable to wrap around his thickness.
Kito's vest was emblazoned with the words `Slut-Custard Guzzler' in gold letters that rested in a cartoony pool of cum, and Jarraden was eager to see him deliver on this promise.
All five men encircled Kito, his raging boner straining against the mesh of his trunks. His hands were clasped beneath his rounded glutes, which had been loosely tied just for the fun of it.
Ali was in black boxers, and without a vest, and had pulled his boner and balls through the fly. A small gold chain on his slim neck highlighted the botanist's black-coffee complexion. He was slim with long legs and his cut dick so long and pretty Jarraden found himself drooling at the site.
The other four men, two from the navigation team, the head nutritionist on board, and one of the Russian cosmonauts were bone-hard, their cock helmets glistening in Kito's face, each already having taken turns getting slick in Kito's willing throat.
They wore goofy t-shirts and no underwear.
Dr Ali's tight furry nut sac rested on Kito's lower lip, the full length of the young Yemini's circumcised meat truncheon was plunging Kito's gullet.
Kito gagged. The guy was a sensation.
Dr Ali's scrotum was getting tight like tree bark, and he was throwing his head back and moaning, his soft curly hair drenched in sweat around his temples.
The situation was being monitored from Earth and Mission Control had stipulated that Kito could not come, and Jarraden could not touch anyone and had to remain flaccid.
Jarraden didn't mind...he was a master of self-control.
But watching Kito sword-swallow Dr Ali's meat, Jarraden started to feel his taint flutter, he was going to brick very soon if Ali didn't blow his load...and the session would be called off.
Jarraden licked his lips.
Kito was bringing up drool from deep in his throat. For a man who had not long eaten, he was going at it like a champ. Jarraden had announced to the canteen that the Pleasure Research Department was looking for the help of five sturdy men...for science!
They didn't know what they signing up for...but Jarraden making the announcement was enough to have guys throwing up their hands to volunteer like college boys being offered weed if they could solve a sticky physics problem.
Kito, grinning, had looked around at his colleagues...clearly ogling the chief navigator, Captain Angus McFlurry.
Within the hour, everyone had showered, was briefed, and here they were, dicks bolt-hard, ready to serve Kito their hot loads.
"He'll have to work for mine," Angus had said, standing up and grabbing his sizeable crotch bulge. A wave of cheers swept the canteen, one or two of the women looking miffed that they weren't an option.
By the looks of it, Dr Ali was making Kito work for it too.
Knowing these guys, they had a sweepstake on who could last the longest.
As the first of the five men to get Kito's extra attention, Ali clearly wasn't willing to let his splooge go before he had thoroughly furrowed the gulley.
Perhaps it was for bragging rights, but Dr Ali was giving Kito an extra hammering, allowing Kito's fluttering throat to massage the full dick length of the hot Yemeni.
Jarraden started to sweat.
Angus playfully dragged his swollen purplish glans penis along Kito's sweat-beaded brow, leaving a trail of glistening pre-cum.
His thick, muscular legs and a furry butt, made the Captain look solid. He was probably in his 40s, white to the point of looking almost transparent in places, and he maintained his ginger hair Air Force short. He had stubble and wore a Metallica t-shirt that hinted at his wild side.
He had peeled back the anteater-snout foreskin of his dick, cucumber thick and veined, to reveal the purple-pink helmet. It was so freshly exposed looking that it reminded Jarraden of uncut boys who he had seen in school showers after gym.
Angus's forearms were riddled with blue-green veins like those on a good cheese. The man was scruffy in a dungeon master sort of way; his look perfect for a vintage porno in which a man in boots and a harness is rough fucking a boy half his age.
Jarraden felt his nuts churn.
On the other side of Kito face, the Russian cosmonaut was using his two hands to masturbate. Yuri's dick was long enough that at least two inches extended beyond his fists. He was blonde, with brown eyes and had removed his pubes completely. He looked like Angus's nerd kid brother in his Nirvana t-shirt.
He caught Jarraden's gaze and removed one hand to show off his length, slapping his wet dick like bat on his free hand to make a `thwack, thwack, thwack' noise.
Jarraden felt his stomach lurch.
Angus and Ali swapped places, giving the botanist a chance to back off a little.
The two navigation engineers were in the circle around Kito's willing mouth -- Mica, from France, who wore his long hair in a braid; and David, from Texas, who like Angus clearly worked out: his boulder shoulders and power-lifter abs evident even through his camouflage t-shirt.
Mica's low-hanging nuts looked like a pair of hefty marbles. Even from his distance Jarraden could make out they were engorged, his squirming tubules achingly full of seed.
David's cock was beer-can thick and he was easing back his greasy foreskin. It looked taut, but clearly David knew had to handle his body. Angus was plugging Kito's throat, and as he pulled out, David ran his swollen dick head down the length of Angus's ribbed shaft to the orange pubes, giving him the lube he needed to peel his skin back.
Jarraden felt his mouth dry in anticipation.
His nuts, normally the size of two peeled boiled eggs were starting to swell. Resting on the seat either side of his rope-thick flaccid, he knew that if he glanced down, he risked getting rock hard, and his schlong would arch-up almost against his belly: the thick ribbing of his dick would start to bulge -- he could already feel his deep dick veins swelling in his hand -- and the Pleasure Research Department would make them stop.
He breathed deeply, to temper his raging excitement.
As David's foreskin fully exposed his helmet, Jarraden got a sexy whiff of warm milk, the familiar smell of boy crotch after a workout and in need of a wash -- or not!
Kito's dick spasm-ed catching the man funk.
Jarraden felt his heart flutter.
Kito took his tongue and lapped at David's glans, swirling it around the flaring head, like a kid slurping a hot red toffee apple. David grinned widely, and Angus chuckled at having been rejected momentarily for Kito to clean off oily, crumbles.
Mica gasped in excitement, his pendulous balls creeping upwards, as Kito with each swipe of his tongue washed David's hefty sausage right before their eyes.
Would Mica blow first?
Jarraden opened his internal gateways to let his sexual energy orbit -- he had to ensure Kito got his fill. Jarraden leaned back into the chair taking in the magnificent view...
Dr Ali, Angus, Yuri, Mica and David...five unique, beautiful dicks, on these brilliant, sexy men... face fucking a Japanese Olympian gymnast in a space terrarium...for science.
Was Mission Control watching all this?
Fuck, they were probably whacking off their fat dicks over their consoles!
In that moment, Jarraden wondered why the heck he felt ready to leave the space station!
Part 3 expected to release in two weeks...