Kurt Clayton is Space Patrol’s toughest, hunkiest astronaut, used to sorting out problems in Earth orbit ranging from satellite saboteurs to trans-atmospheric drug smugglers. But nothing could prepare him for his latest mission, when a production company’s attempt to film a gay porno movie on a disused space station goes disastrously wrong. With the clock ticking and just a few short hours left, Kurt is tasked with going up there and sorting out the whole sorry mess. To this end, he teams up with muscular black actor Axel Ryder, the would-be star of the movie, with whom Kurt instantly develops a strong mutual attraction.
Will the hunky heroes rescue the crew of the space station? Will they prevent an orbital disaster when the century-old space station explodes? And will the movie ever actually get made?
“It’s a little different from the NovaLaunch capsule I was supposed to fly up in,” Axel observed as he strapped himself into his seat. “No spacesuit, for one thing.” In fact, both he and Kurt were completely naked, sitting side by side on the two-seat flight deck.
“It’s more than a little different,” Kurt answered as he ran through the pre-flight checks. “The Exojet is far superior to any commercial space vehicle. It’s a state-of-the-art military model using nuclear propulsion, which is strictly off limits to civilians. It takes off and lands like a jet plane -- nothing like the two-stage vertical-launch rockets NovaLaunch uses. And once it gets into orbit, it’s far more maneuverable. It can reach any location in Earth orbit within a couple of hours.”
“Yeah, cool, man,” Axel said, seemingly only half listening. “But I mean, do you always travel in the nude like this?”
“Not quite,” Kurt replied with a laugh. “Just light clothing, usually. But the Exojet is a much more robust vehicle than a NovaPod, with multiply redundant life support systems. Spacesuits aren’t needed unless we have to go outside for an EVA -- extravehicular activity -- which we won’t, on this occasion. And given the special requirements of this mission, I thought it would be quicker and simpler if we were unhampered by clothing.”
“That’s fine by me,” Axel said. “I’m used to working in the nude, after all. With a body like mine, it would be a crime to deprive the viewers of a good look at it.”
“You can say that again,” Kurt agreed, giving Axel’s fit, hard -- and gleamingly hairless -- body a lustful gaze. “It’s unusual to have a copilot who can complete with me in the muscle department. And, ah ...” He glanced down at Axel’s prodigiously huge black schlong, “... beat me hollow in the dick department.”
“Yeah, well, we can’t all be porno superstuds,” Axel grinned back. “But you’re cock’s bigger than most of my fellow actors -- such as that jerk Lance Load. And your body’s a lot harder and fitter than his. To be honest, I’d much rather work with you than him.”
“If the mission goes according to plan, you’ll get a chance to do just that before very long,” Kurt responded. “My plan, that is, which is a tad more adventurous than the one Sam Drake tasked me with. But that will have to wait a while. Right now, we’re all set for take-off, so it’s time to get going!”
It took just ten minutes from the moment the Exojet starting rolling along the runway to the point where the zero-g indicator -- a pair of fuzzy dice suspended by elastic from the ceiling -- started bobbing weightlessly, signifying that they had reached the desired orbit.
Kurt turned away from the controls, his intervention no longer needed. “Okay, we’ve got an hour or so before we catch up with the Sigma-6 space station. Time for those aphrodisiac-neutralizing precautions that Jensen Wells recommended.”
“At last -- some serious gay sex in space!” Axel started unbuckling himself from his seat harness. “That’s what I was hired for, even if it wasn’t exactly under these circumstances.”
Kurt was unstrapping himself too. “Did you get any training on zero-g sex?” he asked. “Advice on appropriate techniques, that sort of thing?”
Axel stared at him. “Look, man, I fuck for a living. I don’t need no advice.”
“We’ll see about that,” Kurt laughed. “I’m not sure your movie would have been overly successful, if Ms. Scorpio didn’t think to give you a little training beforehand.”
“That bitch don’t think about anything except this.” Axel gave his cock a few quick strokes until it reached its rigidly full ten-inch length. “Big cocks, muscular butts, lots of jism -- that’s all she wants in her movies. Technique don’t enter into it.”
