Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2023 21:40:03 -0400
From: Craig Cruzer <69qo24@gmail.com>
Subject: Space is the Place

Two things I never dreamed I would ever do in my lifetime: spending time
on the International Space Station...and sucking cocks in space.  But
that's what I now do every day and will for at least the next six months,
maybe more.

After several decades of photography for various magazines, I found
myself getting bored, and besides, magazines are rapidly becoming ancient
history.  I was ready for a change of scenery.  Boy did I get it!  When a
friend and fellow freelancer mentioned that NASA was looking for
photographers, I didn't waste a minute.  Photography has sent me all over
the world over the years, but when NASA wondered if I might be interested
in taking shots from 254 miles above the world's surface, I had to take a
second to catch my breath.  Then, of course, I said yes.  Hell yes!

That was the good part.  Not so good were the months in training - boring
as hell - and the realization that I'd be leaving a rotating cast of fuck
buddies I'd made over the years, an almost fail-safe system that got me
laid from Burbank to Burkina Faso (God he's hung!).  But on my first day
at the Station, the views, from inside and out were mind-blowing.  For
the first few weeks, that's the only kind of blowing I was thinking
about. But then...

Then I learned something that should have been obvious from the start;
there's nowhere to go up here, lots of downtime and, well, humans are
humans, right?  Asking anybody to spend months in tightly confined
quarters without thinking about sex is something that's obviously not
going to happen.  That's how I ended up with a cock in my mouth on day
47.  Vladimir and I (I've changed names) were alone together in Node
Three, looking at a spectacular view of Southeast Asia when I noticed he
was staring not out the window, but into his phone (yes, there are
cellphones on the ISS) and a quick glance revealed that he was looking at
porn, not just any porn, but serious M2M deepthroating.  We both blushed
for a second, but then, as if on cue, we locked the portal to Node Three
and disabled the cameras.  That's considered OK, because even in space,
people need private moments.

Thirty seconds later, I was working Vlad's hard shaft like a starved
maniac...which I basically was.  It was out of this world, literally.
After that first encounter, I sucked him off pretty much daily, sometimes
two or three times in a day.  As I mentioned, there's a lot of downtime.

I also mentioned privacy, but needless to say, it's next to impossible to
keep secrets between nine people in a cramped space jalopy.  So, when the
others started looking at me funny, grinning for no reason, or rolling
their eyes, it was obvious Vlad and I had been outed.  I expected to be
ostracized, but to my surprise, the two of us are hardly the first
members of the 254-Mile-High Club, and I quickly learned that the
unofficial motto of the Space Station is "What happens in the ISS, stays
in the ISS.  Did I mention how horny people get while up here?

That's how I ended up servicing almost all of the guys on a regular
basis.  The two women on board, Lisa and Naomi, are happy to have me
aboard, because my "specialty" takes a bit of the heat off of them
(although the rest of the guys are switch-hitters who will probably go
back to vanilla hetero bumping once back on earth).  All good with me,
I'm still getting a delicious array of man meat to explore every day.
Gourmet dining from around the world.

A couple of interesting things about space sex: it's a slam dunk that I'm
going to get every drop of cum the other guys donate because
various gooey substances floating around in a weightless environment are
not considered appealing (use your imagination).  Item two:  It's hard to
get fucked up here.  That's half because most of the other guys draw the
line there, and half because getting pounded while floating poses certain
mechanical problems.  To every action, there is an equal but opposite
reaction.  Remember that from school?  Well here's what they didn't tell
you in school: when another guy tries to bury his cock deep inside you,
your body un-docks (that's space talk).  Yes, you can strap yourself to
the wall and let your buddy boof you with his arms wrapped around your
shoulders and neck, but it's just not quite the same as getting plowed in
a hotel in Amsterdam.  First Mate Dirk and I have talked about that; he
agrees.

Here's one last bit of space trivia and then I'll let you go (Angus is
knocking on the portal).  You may know that human muscles atrophy after
many months in space.  It makes sense; no gravity, no need for muscles to
help you walk.  NASA (and everybody else's space programs) have physical
therapy sessions upon return to earth, but one thing I can be proud of:
the other guys will all return with hip muscles stronger than ever before
(except for Lars, Bible-thumping jerk that he is).  As for me, I've
somehow managed to find time to take occasional photos.  Some of them
will probably appear in National Geographic. Most of the other
stuff...ah...probably not.