Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 21:04:54 -0600 (GMT-06:00) From: Carl Tobie Subject: Space Cadet Eighteen year-old space cadet Prall Culviner was in his single dormitory room at the Space Academy on a Saturday afternoon, feeling very horny. He hadn't had any sexual release since his mate, Frosty, had shipped out on a mission to Aldeberon Six two days before . Prall and Frosty had a wonderful last night of natural love-making and had promised to be faithful to each other during their separation. They would not have sex with other live people, but would only get themselves off with or without the assistance of the sexual tension release stations that were provided on each floor of the dormitory and in each space ship. The Academy encouraged cadets to pair off as couples, preferably monogamous, although three-way arrangements could be accommodated with special permission. The STR stations contained screens on which to view a wide range of stimulating pornography, padded high colonic reclining beds with built-in drains, anal probing machines with vibrating dildos, artificial rectums, vaginas and sucking mouths (which were improvements on the old Fleshlights). Prall's aroused condition motivated him to visit the nearby STR station. He arose nude from his bed and did a quick check of his five foot eleven inch frame in the mirror. He smiled at the reflection of his semi-stiffy protruding from its nest of curly black pubes and approved of his naturally muscled body. He slipped into a clean set of his regulation lounge clothes, which consisted of a peach colored loose top and bottom of gauzy iridescent material with matching slip- on booties. He exited his room, looked up and down the long hallway and was pleased that no cadets were in sight. They all made use of the STR Station from time to time, but who wanted to be kidded about it? He made his way past four other dorm doors to the end of the hall and could see from the illuminated indicator over the door that the STR was unoccupied. He let himself in with the plastic security card that hung around his neck and was greeted with soft music and gradually increasing indirect illumination. Prall let his lounge pants slip to the floor and lay back on a comfortably padded recliner facing the screen and whispered, "Computer, fluff me up." (The machinery was set to respond only to whispers, a loud voice would be ignored.) A jet of air tickled his balls and a Fleshlight-style sucking mouth on a long articulated boom moved toward his crotch and enveloped his semi-stiffy. It was wet and warm and very stimulating as it sheathed his shaft. Its gentle pistoning quickly brought him to full erection within its spongy walls. "Slow down," he whispered, "and show me the latest release from Alien Boys Studio." The porn movie didn't hold his interest more than three minutes. He whispered, "Stop the movie and the fluffing. Prepare the high colonic bed." The boom pulled away, releasing his rigid boner as the lighting increased over the high colonic irrigation station. He rolled out of the recliner, moved over to the HC bed, climbed into it and lay back with his ankles on the raised stirrups. "Douche me with one quart of water at 100 degrees Farhenheit," he whispered. Another boom moved in until it barely touched his anus, squirted in some baby oil, inserted a nozzle and started to gently fill his bowels with the warm water he had requested. It automatically stopped after one quart had been run into him and the boom gently pulled away. He lay there for a while idly stroking his meat as the warm water inside him pushed against his prostate, making him feel very horny. "Prepare for evacuation." When Prall felt warm water moving through the spiral channels underneath him he relaxed his sphincter and the water he released from his bowels joined the flow into the drain. He sensed no solids leaving his body and assumed his colon was now clear. "Raise the bed. Dildo me with a six-incher, forty percent vibration, and fellate me with the super- fluffer." Soon he was being machine-fucked and sucked off at the same time. Gradually the double stimulation caused his excitement level to rise to the point he couldn't hold back any more. Prall cried out as a geyser of cum ejaculated from his dick. After he ordered "Stop" all the equipment retracted and after his breathing returned to normal, he got down from the HC bed, retrieved and put on his flimsy peach bottoms and headed for the door. A computerized voice asked him, "On a scale of one to ten, what satisfaction level did you reach on this visit, Cadet Culviner?" "It was a seven," he whispered, knowing that his answer would cause the door to open and he could go back to his dorm room.