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Nobilis Reed reads S. Wolf's erotic short story "Hard Sci Fi," which explores a sexy romp between two men in space.
Upload Date: Apr 14, 2021
Nobilis Reeds reads S. Wolf's erotic short story "Hard Sci Fi," which explores a sexy romp between two men in space. Listen to find out what Sunglow and the narrator can do while they're in zero-g.
hard sci fi. They say you're not a real space man Until you fucked a guy in 0G. Easy enough to screw in the habitation pod with centrifugal force plus a hunk, keeping up into the bed and panting. But leave the pod and things get much more difficult for every action and opposite reaction for every thrust. It will deflect backwards and constantly smash into something. By the time you slowed down, any number of things can happen, you can shatter a limb or spin out into space or hit the wrong bulkhead and detonate a fuel tank or lose your boner. Only a true astronaut can fuck while calculating Newtonian physics. Technically I was still a cadet when Sun glow suggested we leave the habitation pylon for some fun. But Sun Glow had been a star fairer for 20 standard years and if he said you were ready, that was enough for anyone. He had silver hair and the sort of cute stretched out vertebrae you can only get from years in the void. He had the sexy confidence of a man who could perform a home and transfer. We'd fucked a few times. But to be honest, I was surprised that he wanted to do me in zero G. I've been dreaming about going for a fling for years. Same as anyone else. But I can't say he was the guy I had in mind. But Sandalow must have had a thing for me because one day after breakfast, he pulled me aside and whispered in my ear on Terry's. Meet me in cargo container Ventral after five at 1830. Now most of our cargo containers were for hauling bulk in organic matter. But container ventral after five was carrying some plants for the new colony on the smaller of Olivia's moons. So it had breathable air and a bit of open space. We technically weren't supposed to go anywhere near it, but if Sunderland said it was okay, who was that argue? My shift ended at 1600. I went back to my bunk. I opened my locker and fished out my leather chest harness. I had once heard that leather is under a spacesuit tended to chafe so I decided to wear a standard uniform shirt over the harness at least for now. I walked down the concourse to the airlock, vented the chamber and that the go ahead from security. Who has seen it all before, exited the ship. I tested the RCs before orienting myself afterwards and initiating a quickie burn ship occluded the sunlight, but as I drifted along the length of the spine, I caught a brief glimpse of sun glow illuminated by the molten glow of one of the ventral heat radiators. He was tethered to an unmarked crate. He blinked his signal light twice at me. I blinked back flirtatiously. The container we were aiming for was one of those newfangled autonomous drone models, the kind with a built in thruster array that can complete low velocity transfers without the aid of a pseudo clar arm of heaven. I don't like to mess with them because the drones always think they're smarter than you. But at least I didn't need to jam anything open with a crowbar. A simple skeleton key byte stream was enough to be granted full permission. The airlock was on the floor of the container extruded on the containers long end a good 10 m from the ship spine. I felt my headlights turn on as I entered the containers shadow and I nailed my velocity. Then I moved ventral words, five m or so until I cleared the container, null my velocity again and then up dorsal words and grab the air lock ring. Some glow, of course, was way ahead of me. He managed to perform an expertly timed arc like a micro grab skeeter. He tossed the crate into the container like it was a sling and then played the tether giving and taking slack to ease the crate in. As I drifted over the airlock, Sun glow held out his hand, I rotated to grasp his hand and he gently pulled me in. We waited for the docking chamber to pressurize before removing my spacesuit, I took off my shirt to reveal the leather chest harness and was briefly embarrassed when I realized that sun glow was just wearing his standard issue uniform. He raised an eyebrow smiled and drew me towards his face upside down from mine. Kiss me. I got the butterflies in my stomach feeling that's only possible when you're in 0G in your inner ear already, can't find up or down. I put my hands under his shirt, I grabbed him, turned them towards me, careful. He whispered into my ear, the muscles in his powerful arms suddenly clenching our will initiate chaotic movement. I nodded and then kissed him again. I drew him in slowly this time and cushioned the rebound by locking legs and arms. We drifted across the room, running our hands over each other. Sun glow reached out an arm and grasped and exposed structural being to halt our trajectory. I crypt his cock and rubbed it. He still had his pants on but I couldn't yet figure out how to unzip him without propelling myself away. Yeah. He stopped kissing long enough to say, give me your hand. He guided me to his crutch, no one's at me but grasp the back of my shoulder with your other hand like this, he let go of me briefly to hold onto the beam and kick off his pants before rotating around, grabbing me with his legs and pulling me back in. I stroked his thick while I removed my shirt. I tried to take off my underpants like he did, but I only managed to send us both into a lazy somersault. This time, Sun glow steadied himself by grabbing onto one of the racks and reeled me in by pulling on my hair and hurt. But it was hot, very naughty, he murmured. I have to do something about that. What are you going to do to me? I asked, feeling myself, get hard, stabilize yourself to the rack and wait here.