Hi Readers & Writers,
This is a true story. Erections in Zero-G can be a challenge, apparently...but our hunks in space are rewriting the science.
Should I get his tale illustrated? Are you a willing artist?
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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 -- Critical Overload
Japanese astronaut, Kito, is getting face-fucked for science aboard the space station. Leading this research, monster-dick Jarraden, 26, begs Kito to open wider than ever before... Can Kito take it?
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The lanky French navigator, Mica, whose hefty nuts swung between his bare thighs, thwacked his swollen helmet on Kito's outstretched tongue.
Aboard the space station, Kito kneeled before the five hefty dicks, moaning desperately, his cropped vest drenched in sweat and drool, his bolt-hard cock straining in his mesh boy-shorts.
Mica slapped his meat pole down again and a glistening wad of pre-cum ran down the underside of his member, prompting Kito to lean forward to tongue Mica's squirming nuts and the full length of his aching member.
They were under a canopy of green foliage in the space terrarium with Earth gravity maintained by gyroscopic technology.
All the men were in t-shirts and no underwear, except the Yemini botanist Dr Maylik Ali bare-back and in black trunks, the fly through which he had pulled his circumcised cock and furry nuts.
In over an hour of throat-fucking, Kito had shuffled between the five astronauts -- his gullet routed open by the young black Dr Ali; rugged Captain Angus with ginger pubes; Yuri the long-dicked Russian cosmonaut; David who had finally peeled back his foreskin to a whiff of warm milk, and Mica...
Kito had only been on board for a week, to participate in essential sexual research in Zero-G, and here he was in a giant space terrarium on an unexpected side quest, looking like someone in a Berlin dogging park gagging for jizz.
The Pleasure Research Department at Mission Control had stipulated that he could not touch himself, and Jarraden could not get hard.
Jarraden's had been scouted for his sex powers soon after college. Recruiters heard he could induce a `mega' orgasmic energy loop between himself and a partner, and at such forced that some tapped-out, and they wanted to test this in space.
But they hadn't bargained for the size of his sausage.
He turned up for the interview in a sharp suit and crisp shirt with his best friend Amit. They noticed Jarraden's bulging flaccid, down the full length of his thick thighs.
But bone-hard Jarraden induced both awe and horror.
The kid's prick arched from his body like a vascular bull-elephant penis, having evolved into a goliath in his teens. (A story told in `Holler my name' posted on May 15th, from when Jarraden was in high school)
His shaft became ribbed along its full length and when he peeled back his foreskin his helmet glistened and pulsed. And he could fuck for hours.
He was hired instantly!
Even Amit got a job, but for a different skill.
Now, Mica shuddered. He was on the edge of unleashing his load...
All the men in the blow-bang had agreed to feed Kito their cum custard, for science.
But who would shoot first?
Watching naked from a comfy chair in the midst of the action, Jarraden strained to stay flaccid and stop his aching balls from engorging further. He was rope-thick, and his boiled-egg sized nuts rested on the cushioned seat between his splayed thighs.
Knowing these men, everyone was trying to hold back, for a sweepstake.
Kito swallowed Mica's oozing pre-cum, then returned to David's greasy helmet, sending Mica into a nut-churning frenzy.
Mica's face flushed red. "Fuck me...no, no, no..." he said, his voice turning gravelly.
David's slab of a dick, beer-can thick, was getting a thorough tongue-bath, his unwashed funk keeping Kito diamond-hard. David cheered excitedly, trying to get Mica to blow.
Dr Ali's cut cock had opened Kito up, and now he and the geeky Russian cosmonaut, Yuri, were admiring each other as they stroked themselves, clearly at ease with their ejaculation control.
Watching them, Jarraden wondered if either had ever been screened for the Black Hole Flux experiment for which Kito had been temporarily brought aboard -- to test if while bottoming for Jarraden the pair could achieve the infinity loop.
Maybe their holes couldn't gape that wide.
Bukkake!
Kito was in control all along.
Watching him in action, Jarraden could see how he had passed the Black Hole Flux screening.
He was in his element on his knees, and from his heaving chest and rippling abs Jarraden could tell Kito too was circulating his sexual charge to calm his nervous system.
There was a moment where all five swollen helmets were poised over his open mouth, and if it were a music video the rhythm would be trundling to its climax.
Dr Ali's soft curly black hair was damp with sweat. Angus's furry butt was clenched. Yuri's long dick was rippled with bulging veins. Mica's sac was raising up, his muscles on the verge of spasm. David's ripe cock was now cleaned, and Kito with his knees spread and hands behind his butt, was moaning loudly.
His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his cum-craving having reached it lusty peak. If he didn't get fed soon, he was going to erupt.
Jarraden's heartbeat was in his throat.
Come on boys... We can do this...
For Jarraden this was mission critical. Kito's charge needed to be powered-up, and downing this splooge was the only way.
In a moment of apparent divine orchestration, Jarraden's gaze snapped to the scene. Kito was ready.
"Feeeeeeed meeee," he growled, and five volleys of cum erupted and flowed like a sudden waterfall bursting forth into a gaping well of Kito's stretched mouth.
The men appeared to erupt in unison, but from the trajectory of the jizz, Jarraden could tell each of the five cocks had exploded just a fraction of a second apart.
Some of the splooge was loose, some was thicker -- but rope after rope of hot ejaculate filled Kito, and as fast as his throat relaxed to swallow, more filled him up.
Faster...swallow faster...
Jarraden felt himself willing Kito on, but the splooge was almost overwhelming the Japanese gymnast, the pink of his lips and olive-brown skin of his chin becoming obscured by a glossy sheen of milky jizz.
Kito's throat flexed, his head thrown back in animalistic lust, and Jarraden could see the brimming pool of man cream start to bubble. But Kito was clearly made for this, and in a moment of sheer will, Jarraden saw Kito's chest appear to expand and the hot semen soup drained into him and vanished.
Kito had won, and not a lick of cream had been spilled.
Part 4, the final instalment, is due to erupt in two weeks...