Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2022 21:32:10 +0000
From: Grey Eyed Guys <grey.eyed.guys@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Delivery, part 2

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The view of the stars from the Warbler's cockpit was something else. The
most perfect horizonless night sky there ever was, no clouds, no
atmosphere, no ground lights, just an endless black sea filled with
sparkling minnows. But you kind of forget about it sometimes if you're out
here for too long, you know? It's just the backdrop for your job after a
while. Can't really be amazed by it every single time, that's for
sure. Wondering what cole would think about it gave me an idea.

I decided to surprise him with the starscape when we were putting our
clothes back on after dinner. I couldn't be sure but I had that feeling of
being watched while I got dressed. You could blame me for not closing up
the door, but after my bared first impression with the kid I figured
there's not so much need for privacy. I thought about staying in my towel,
but the rest of the ship outside habitat did get kinda chilly, and Cole
seemed happy to get back into his... what do I call it? Onesie? Singlet?
Wetsuit? Whatever it was he seemed comfortable enough wearing the thing.

He hadn't seen the stars yet, I realized, cuz the porthole in my room was
still closed by the radiation shields. In fact the whole spin section would
stay covered up unless I told VECTOR to raise them. It's a little task
which isn't built into the liftoff routine, with some star systems you
gotta wait longer. Cap's usually the one to take care of all that, plus I'd
clearly been real distracted. There's no windows to speak of in cargo bay,
so the little guy couldn't even say for sure if we were in space. Gravity
shifting might have given it away, now that I think about it, but still. I
thought it'd be nice to give him a real stargaze from the pilot's seat
instead of having his first glimpse be through a puny viewport not even the
size of his head.

With some loose pants and a tank back on I left my bedroom to find him
running circles around the spin section. It didn't even take a full minute
to make the circuit at his pace, he waved at me upside down from the other
side. Freda woulda told him that it's not a racetrack in here but he wasn't
gonna break nothing. "Hey, you wanna see some more of the ship? I think
you'd like it on the bridge."

He scrunched up his brows at me for a second in thought. "Why do you have a
bridge? What does it cross?"

The misunderstandings always cracked me up, and I realized it was time for
some more ship terminology. "Right... Not like that, it's where we drive
this whole thing. Sometimes it's called a cockpit." I realized that I
didn't know why it was called either of those things when he asked, but it
was an interesting thought. Curious little scamp.

"Can I drive it?"

"You know you're very direct, I like that." His face beamed with surprise
and I didn't have the heart to tell him no, "we'll see... Let's go." He'd
be distracted anyway, I was sure of it. It's not dangerous to drive the
ship - you could barely hit something if you tried, out here in the middle
of nowhere - but it's extra fuel and you gotta redirect, I'm still trying
to stay on a budget and a schedule here.

Adapting to weightlessness when we climbed out of the spin section was very
funny to him. I hoped all this upside down zero-g aerobics wasn't gonna
make him sick, pissing on the cargo bay floor is one thing but floating
vomit is a whole lot worse. I won't tell you how I know that, but trust
me. Once he felt the effect of the levetation he kicked himself right off
the ladder and spun away up the tube, laughing like a maniac. "Whoa we can
fly in here now!" I jumped up after him and grabbed his foot before he
rammed into a wall.

"Easy bud! Yeah it's fun and all, I mean, you don't feel like you weigh
nothing but a hard landing still hurts. These hallways aren't padded like
they are down in habitat either so be careful. Come on, it's just through
that door." I led him up the long hexagonal hallway through the heart of
the ship, cargo at one end and the bridge at the other. This part of the
ship was far from decorative. Habitat was starting to look more put
together as the years went by but this access corridor was still all grates
and conduits and supports. Mismatched metals and plastics layered over top
one another in a twisted perspective, no two panels the same.

"Alright, cover your eyes. I've got a feeling you're going to like the view
from the captain's chair." When his hands crossed over his face I opened
the door and nudged at his back to glide him inside. I positioned him so he
was settled into the seat, or at least as settled as you can get in zero-g,
then I told him to open up.

His eyes were as bright and shiny as any of the stars out there. Slack
jawed and barely breathing he slowly scanned left to right out the vast,
clear front window. Just seeing him that awed brought back a wave of
feelings of my own first time. You're swimming totally free out in the
middle of that dark magic ocean, like your whole being has dissolved into
the empty void. Every star trillions of miles away connecting you with the
tiniest thread of light to the whole universe.

A sound barely escaped his throat, a swift exhale that might have been a
"wow." That was all he had to say. The Warbler may not be the a luxury
cruiser, but one nice thing cap did equip it with was the biggest dome he
could find for the front of the ship. I think he mighta stole it once upon
a time, but that's none of my business. He always really loved that view;
Cole did too, how could you not?

Practically limp, the boy slowly floated his way out of cap's chair - well,
my chair for now - towards the hemisphere boundary. A faint reflection was
the only sign that he was getting close, but he saw it and held out his
fingers to gently ease him to the edge. I watched him watching the stars,
quiet as the dead. For some reason I began to think that I had the better
view.

"It doesn't even seem like we're moving."

It was an interesting first thought to break the silence with. "Eh, 0.91c
it says, that's pretty damn fast. The thing is, everything is real far
away." I moved from the readout up to hover beside him. "Hm, where's a good
cluster? There, if you look where I'm pointing you can notice the stars
separating. We're closer to that bluish one sort of on the left, see it?
It's going to look faster. Hard to notice though."

"So far away..." I don't know if he actually understood, I barely did. He
sat quietly for a few more minutes thinking about something. A teary eyed
smile began to form while he stared. "Dom?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we that far away from Zhera now?"

"Soon we will be." He rest his forehead on the glass and kept taking it all
in. I could tell he would have a hard time peeling himself away, so we just
kept watching the stars blend into new positions. Maybe it was our mutual
gravity but I found him drifting closer bit by bit. Didn't take long for
our sides to touch and I put my arm around his back. He looked at me for a
second and wiped his eye before returning to the vista.

We could have been staring for days and I'd never know it. Something felt
right holding him, he must have felt it too because his temple came to rest
on my shoulder. Eventually he let out an infectious yawn and then I caught
it too. A few more passed between us before I piped up again. "Let's call
it a day before we pass out floating around the cockpit. Nothing worse than
getting woken up from a bump on the head."

It almost hurt to peel away from the guy, but returning to the spin section
was as relieving as ever. There's a lot of things that feel a little off
without gravity, or at least the reasonable effect the habitat's spin
reproduces. Your senses really appreciates having a downward direction,
believe me.

I let Cole find out the hard way that you don't want to go head first down
the ladder. You can't blame the guy though, it really doesn't seem like it
has a direction until you're halfway through. He didn't spin out to turn
himself the right way like I would have, he just finished the inverted
climb. Agile little dude.

"Did you pick a bedroom? I mean, they're all the same, but it's nice to
have one to call your own." He set off towards the one next to mine. "Hey
VECTOR, give our new crewman access to the bedrooms. You can tell it to
open or lock your door, get the lights, he'll even fix it if you're too
cold. Oh yeah, and it's not quite the view from the bridge, but it's
something. VECTOR, open the habitat shutters." Panels slowly retracted up
the sides of the ship to reveal the stars once again. These windows were
modest little ovals and circles here and there, nothing so grand as the
bridge, but it did help make the whole place feel less like being sealed
inside a tube. "You can shut yours back up if you want, but I thought maybe
they'd help you fall asleep."

Cole nearly knocked the breath out of me when he flung himself in my
direction. His face pressed into my chest and his arms clung around my
waist, squeezing me with all his puny might. He didn't thank me and I
didn't want him to, the gesture said it all. I gave him comforting rubs
down his back, I was definitely sharing the affection. I could feel his
wide mouth releasing yet another yawn so I let go and scooted him towards
his room.

I propped myself in the doorway while he undid the covers and jumped into
the bed. "Now there's no sun to wake you up, that can take a bit to get
used to. Just sleep until you feel like you've had enough, that's the rule
out on space trips." I wished him goodnight but the porthole next to his
bed had his full attention. The lights dimmed and I put the rest of habitat
into night mode before retreating to my own bed.

Not everybody likes having a clock in their room, but I get funny about
taking too much time to sleep. Jonny's like I am about it but all Ralph
wants to do is sleep. We usually desync our schedule to cover shifts better
anyway but I almost never see that guy on trips. Freda's a bit of an
oddball, unpredictible like cap. They've been towing around in space for
long enough I think their bodies just tell them when to sleep and when to
get up, but it's never the same. I set an alarm for six hours, less than I
usually take but I figured it should get me up before the boy. Didn't want
him monkeying about the place.

My head barely hit that pillow before I was out cold. Loading day wiped me
out as usual, but more than just that I was tired from how much I been
thinking about the kid. My body and mind were both drained. My balls
weren't though, as my dreams clearly set to remind me that night. I drifted
in and out of scenes where I was with former lovers, vaguely sexually, the
kind of frustrating hazy images you get from overtiredness. The thing was,
at some point with each one of them they'd turn into Cole.

Subtle shifts made them change, their bodies would shrink or their features
would warp until it wasn't them anymore, it was him. Some were recognizable
at first, but like paint swirling in water they became cloudy, then they
would unswirl and it was always him again. I must have strung together a
dozen sexy scenes during the dream. There was us holding each other in the
shower, a memory from last year of a night spent with another
passenger. Then it was him grinding into me laying on my childhood bed,
something I worried about being a repressed memory. There was even thoughts
of us making out while floating freely in space, probably inspired by our
recent closeness.

That wasn't the end to our closeness, apparently. Not sure how he got into
the bed without waking me up, but when he let out a little snore with a
jolt of his leg I popped out of my dream. I could feel his body curled up
next to me, all small and warm, reminded me of my dog growing up. It was
cozy. For a hazy minute I wondered how he got in here. Did I tell VECTOR he
could have access to all the bedrooms? I must have, that was careless, not
that I minded.

With his back pressed against mine, he barely fit in the corner, his pillow
dangling half off of the bed. There's almost no space to stretch out to
begin with in these cabins, but I gently shifted myself to make slightly
more room and readjusted to give him some covers. Then I remembered about
the night timer and shut it off, didn't want to cut the little guy's rest
short. I gotta say I also didn't mind lying with him a little longer. Or a
lot longer.

Wanting to get back to the dreams I settled in to fall asleep again. I
tried thinking about whether I'd ever felt like I was into kids before. I
mean, when you start working as young as I did you kinda just stop seeing
them very often, they don't cross your mind that much. Now with one sharing
body heat with me I knew why I couldn't take my eyes off of him all day. My
dreams were making total sense.

It wouldn't be a big deal if I was. These days you if you wanted to get
physical with a kid you just take them to an interview with a professional,
we both sign a form if it all seems on the level - I went through it all
when I was his age. Important part about it though is that he initiates
things, so as much as I wanted to roll over and cuddle up with him, my
unclothed night hardon would have been making that first impression
instead. Now I dunno if climbing into bed and falling asleep next to me
counts as initiation - I suspect not - and that business with the tomato
sauce wasn't really what I thought it was after all. Given what the kid had
been through before he hitched a ride I wouldn't push anything on him
anyway. I let my more aroused thoughts stay as thoughts for the time
being. Luckily I'm not big on moving in my sleep, so I got comfy on my side
and let the feeling of his heartbeat sync with mine.

The dreams returned, still Cole, still sexy. Not like pornographic sexy
mind you, dreams are weird like that. Mine are anyway. Sometimes the boy
would be on his back under me but I wasn't fucking him or anything. Once or
twice I stumbled on some slightly more graphic thoughts, but if his head
was moving down to my dick it was just for a fleeting moment, he'd
evaporate into a cloudy thought and then be back with me face to face. If
I'd be headed towards his then same thing happened, some subconscious
escape mechanim kicked in. As I slowly woke up I tried to will a bit more
explicit action to happen in my head, but no such luck that morning. Waking
dreams are tricky.

My eyes opened and I was in the same position as when I drifted off, my arm
a bit numb. I couldn't feel it very much, but I could feel one of his
draped across my side. Turns out I was the little spoon that night, or at
least part of it. He wasn't hugging right up against me, but his face was
now on my pillow, real close to my neck. If I had slept much longer the
drool patch might have seeped its way over to wet me.

I lay there watching him. I wish I could say he looked like an angel. I
mean listen, he's unquestionably beautiful no matter which way you slice
it, but not a graceful sleeper by any means. I had a view right up his
nose, his bangs twisted in knots above his eyes, mouth gaped open crookedly
in my face as he snored. Kind of a little gremlin actually, but I just
smiled.

It wasn't long before he stirred and stretched, opening his eyes. If my
staring bothered him he didn't show it. "I didn't realize when I said pick
any bedroom that you might pick mine." He made a confused sound at me and
rubbed at his face while he sat up. I guess he wasn't ready for my sarcasm
first thing in the morning. "Nevermind. Look at it this way, one less bed
to make right?"

"I uh... I never slept in a room by myself before. I was..." He didn't want
to say he was scared, what kid does? Especially one who'd runaway on a
spaceship from such an awful life. He was brave, but he was also afraid, I
could tell he felt complicated. "It was too quiet."

"Ah, well I should have told ya that VECTOR can play soft noises or music
to help with that." His eyes sunk just the tiniest amount trying to hide
his disappointment, so I smiled knowingly and sat up with him. The exposing
of my bare chest drew his concerned glance away from my eyes for a few
seconds. "Or if last night was good we can stick with that." The corners of
his mouth crept out into a tight mouthed smile. I knew he wanted
companionship, and I wanted to find out just to what extent.

"You sleep naked." It was a simple enough comment, but he said it in a way
that tweaked my head sideways, trying to unravel its intent.

"Yeah, always do. It turns out I've been mostly naked around you, I don't
always inspect cargo bays and eat dinner that way, I swear. I mean
sometimes I do. But I'm not gonna start wearing clothes to bed, even for
you, so either get used to it or get out." He giggled at the mock anger,
thankfully. He also didn't get out. My dramatic pointing caused the sheets
to drape noticably over my morning wood. He glanced down at that too.

I could pretty much see the wheels turning in his head. A lot of people
check me out, but very few of them get this much skin on the first
day. Okay, so nobody has before, and this kid got the full frontal when I
met him. I think he was piecing things together that weren't at all what I
intended.

"So that means we slept together." A heavy emphasis on the word 'slept'
meant that either I was about to talk my way out of something or he was
trying to talk his way into something.

"That's a more complicated word than it sounds, and I think you know that."

He was quiet for a moment. "The pleasers would sleep with people too."
Once again he tipped me off that he knew something more was behind the word
sleep with the tone of his voice. I figure he was fishing for some more
answers from me, I didn't mind giving any, if that's what the guy
wanted. "So I'm your pleaser now. Except... nothing else happened."

I felt the color drain from my face and settle like a rock in the pit of my
stomach. "You're not my 'pleaser'." I put enough emphasis on the term to
try and reinforce that I didn't think of him as one of those slaves. Even
though he said it with clear excitement in his voice, I had to stamp out
the wrong impresion before he got more confused about normal sexual
relations. Well, rare sexual relations in our case, but healthy, uncoerced
ones. "You don't belong to me or anyone else. You're Cole, and you get to
decide what you want to do with your body. Okay?" He nodded thoughtfully, a
serious expression keeping his brows tight, but the confirmation put me at
ease. "Good. So you know they did more than sleep?"

"Yeah... I don't know a lot, they said they kissed like we did
yesterday. Grown up kisses with the tongue." The light in his eyes was
unmistakably eager, I was sure this kid wanted to know what the pleasers
did more intimately. He was dragging it out of me.

I didn't want to laugh at him, but he needed quite a few corrections, as
usual. "That wasn't exactly what we were doing. Close, in that we were
using the right body parts and all, but it's like... walking and swimming
both use your legs, right? But they're not the same actions." My analogy
left a lot to be desired, according to the look on his face. "I'd call what
we did more of a tasting than anything else. What, are you into it? You
wanna know how?" He nodded vigorously. "Kisses are lips touching, if you're
gonna use your tongue it goes inside the mouth."

"It's always in my mouth..." This kid kills me, I swear.

"The other person's mouth, ya goof. You press them together, you play with
them." He looked confused in his effort to purse his lips together while
also squeezing his tongue out between them. "Mouth open a bit. Well yeah,
kind of, but it's more relaxed I guess? I dunno, it's hard to describe,
you'll know it when you feel it." Cole looked up at me with nervous
excitement. His soft green eyes darted back and forth looking into mine and
he licked his lips. Glistening coral pillows, quivering ever so slightly.

"Would... would you show me." He just kept throwing me for a loop with his
boldness. It was plenty warm between us but I felt him shiver a bit so I
gave the back of his neck a soft caress, goosebumps forming under my
fingertips.

"I'd love to." The words were barely out of my mouth when his tongue took
its place. God he was excited. Definitely not experienced though, his nose
mashed directly up into mine before I tilted my head. He had mostly the
right idea but was kind of fighting with his tongue more than playing at
first. He eased up after feeling what my tongue was doing, and then started
to mimic my lip pressure. My hands slowly explored his taut young body,
fingers tracing into the grooves in his lower back, massaging back up to
his neck. Cole had one of his hands on my shoulder and would squeeze it
every time he let out an excited breath.

We twisted our heads around a few times before I noticed he was humping at
the air between us, so I reached back and hauled him more towards me by his
firm little ass. He shifted his legs to adjust and they splayed out beside
me, his hardening bulge now pressing into my belly button, ass directly on
the sheet covering my rigid member. I reached between us and adjusted
myself to a good angle, feeling enough precum oozing out to have wet
through the bedding. He must have felt the pointed pressure on his
backside, since his hand came down as mine went up. I felt him give my
draped bulge an exploratory squeeze, then his fingers wandered back to my
chest, leaving a trail of slick behind where he touched.

I'd never felt anything as soft as the inside of his cheek in my life. My
usual flings are older than me. Not by a ton, usually, but they're pretty
gruff, there isn't a lot of young blood in this business of space
delivery. Cole was sweet tasting too, unlike the usual guys you meet out
here in the endless drift who look like they taste like sour whiskey
breath, and then do. Don't get me wrong, they're hot as hell, but rough
around the edges. I'd never kept my eyes peeled for little kids, I probably
wouldn't have found any even if I had, but I got nothing against fooling
around with them. This one crawled right into my bed. And then into my
lap. Then into my mouth.

With some pressure now between us I started grinding up into him a little,
keeping him steady with both my hands on his hips. So unbelievably
narrow. I'd been in this position plenty of times before but it was like he
weighed nothing. The sounds of his lips smacking and all the joyfully high
pitched grunts of approval were almost better than the feelings, it let me
know how much he was loving it.

I was leaking so much I heard a squelch when Cole shifted his weight, the
sensations making my heart flutter. I must have got a bit carried away,
because the next thing I knew I thrust him up and his forehead punched into
the developing bruise on my cheek. It was feeling more stiff after the
sleep, but most of your body does after all. My subtle moans suddenly
turned into a pained wince. He quickly took his mouth off of mine, lips
dragging in suction and warmed breaths blowing over my cheeks. His eyes
opened dreamily like he was looking right through me before bringing the
back of his hand up to wipe the strand of spit still connecting us. "Did I
hurt you?"

"Nah nah, that was my fault. I got a little lost. Your head okay?" I
brushed away some twisted hair off of his face; there might have been a
light red spot but it could have just been flush. Either way Cole nodded
reassuringly at me, still beaming from our makeout. He leaned up and pecked
a tender kiss on the sore spot, I wrapped my arms around him in return and
gave him gentle caresses down his back. Way down his back, I should
say. His strange outfit was skintight, it did nothing to hide the perfect
shape of his boyish behind. He sighed in satisfaction as I kneaded his
cheeks, what a wild little guy.

"Nnh, that's nice feeling. Is this what the pleasers called bum play?"

"Eh, you could say that," I chuckled, "what they probably mean though is
playing on the inside."

"We are inside." There was another gem. If I wasn't so amped up I would
have laughed him right off my lap.

I pushed the fabric into his crease and massaged around his hole as I
pecked a few more small kisses on him. "Right in there."

"Whoa, inside me?" He pulled his head back and I could tell his surprise as
he tensed up slightly. More awed than shocked, to be fair, probably
processing the sensation of my rubbing. But he was quiet for a few seconds,
wrapping his head around the thought. "Dom, have you ever done that
before?"

"Yeah for sure. I think it's great, but it's not for everyone, some guys
are built for it and some aren't." I didn't want to let him think it was
something he should do because I wanted him to, but I would get right in
there in half a heartbeat, believe me. "I was about your size when I
thought I wanted to try it."

"Oh," he replied simply, his eyes shifting back and forth between mine
thoughtfully. I pressed a bit harder without penetrating, the material
starting to resist further stretching, and he took a deep breath. "How will
I know?"

"I dunno, how did you know you wanted to try kissing? You heard about it,
you thought about it, you decided. It's great to be curious! The actual
best thing to do is feel around by yourself first." I guided his hand back
to replace mine in his crack, my fingers over his in a guided
exploration. Cole twisted himself so he could see what he was doing. I
dunno if he could actually see anything but the kid was flexible. "You'll
figure out what you want."

I couldn't see his efforts, but with my hand over his I could tell he was
circling at his his tiny little hole for a few minutes. He dug even further
with his fingers, at one point possibly getting some fabric covered tips
inside a little, but it was clear his attention had drifted from
me. Depending on how stretchy his suit was, he was on pace to be knuckles
deep in no time.

I really couldn't take much more of the edging at this point, so I started
to jerk myself off through the sheets, watching him explore his smooth
perfect globes and the pleasure spot in between. My other hand was still
close by his, but not doing the work anymore. Sitting in my lap, he
couldn't help but notice that I was bumping his leg and glanced at my
stroking for a moment. Didn't really faze him, he went right back to his
butt. "This is where I poop from, am I gonna get all dirty?" The question
threw me, I won't lie. It put me back a few minutes of progress.

"Well it does happen, but you can prepare for that. It's a good idea to go
to the bathroom first if you want to go in deep."

"What if I don't hafta go?" It was the genuine urgency in his voice that
made me lose it. I had to stop jerking and catch myself from falling
backwards in laughter.

"There's things you can do about that too. But this isn't supposed to be
that complicated kiddo, is it feeling good?" He nodded vigorously, "well
then it's working!"

"This is fun. Are you trying to feel good too?" He looked down and rubbed
where I was rubbing with his free hand. He had no idea what he was doing
but any touch from him was pure bliss at this point. There wasn't much grip
but his pushes and soft strokes were coming to some kind of a rhythm and
even through the bedsheets I could feel how different his touch was to my
own.

I figured I might as well help him out the same way, and he might pick up
on some proper technique. We definitely skipped over some of the
masturbation basics going right to his asshole anyway, so I started
massaging his somewhat impressive boyhood through his suit. I definitely
wasn't ten times as big. Probably little more than two. If I know a dick in
my hand, and I like to think I do, I'd say he was somewhere around three
inches.

"I am, ooh... thanks for helping out buddy, you're really good at this." He
beamed at the compliment, "but it actually feels best skin to skin," so I
reached down and peeled the sheets off of me. He barely let up his strokes
as my firm dick became exposed. He got a good look at it yesterday but now
he was getting his hand acquainted. "Mmm, your hands are nice feeling, so
soft."

"Your thingy is soft too. On the outside I mean, but real hard
underneath. Like mine... can you touch me too?" Without waiting for my
answer he reached for two ends of one of the strange silvery seams on his
jumpsuit near his groin. When he touched at them and twisted his fingers at
the same time the horizontal line flashed neon orange for an instant and
then the fabric separated, creating a loose flap across his tented crotch.

My fingers loosened it some more and explored the vee groove down his
gutters toward his steely little spike. Not a hair to be felt, I finally
got confirmation that this boy was as fresh as they come. I used two
fingers and my thumb to stroke and squeeze up the silky hard length of his
shaft until I finally brushed his tip and he let out a desperately horny
whine. Man was this boy a lot of fun. I figured he might respond in kind
and sure enough he started gripping my own more confidently, but one look
at his face told me I was about to set off his trigger.

I took my hand off for a moment and spit down into it before resuming slick
strokes of his rigid boy shaft. No bigger than my thumb it was easy to vary
between an all-around massage or a focus on the sensitive head. The longer
strokes kept dislodging the seam more and more, until finally all tension
was lost and the flap draped fully open. His quivering joystick got the
most attention, but I grasped at his little marble balls and massaged his
silky smooth taint now and then too.

I reached back down to Cole's rear, my hand encouraging his to keep up its
action and I found his middle finger bent in and probably getting some
depth even through his suit. "Get ready hot stuff, you're about to know
what the pleasers were talking about." He gazed at me, glassy eyed and
slack jawed as the feelings crept up on him. I let a lusty smile lead my
face back to his and I kissed him, assaulting as many of his senses at once
as I could.

Cole's pulse pounded in his stiff dicklet, racing faster and faster with
each stroke. He could hardly keep his eyes open through the breathy moans
and shudders taking over from his core. I'd never brought a boy so young to
orgasm before but I sure remembered my own firsts. I knew the best
experience was just to keep pushing through it, and I wanted this beautiful
little guy to have his mind blown.

His back arched as all his developing muscles flexed in a convulsive climax
and his hands rushed forward to grasp his fiery pleasure center. I jerked
him until I bled all the tiny cries of ecstasy out of his lungs and he
collapsed into a puddle in my arms. Caressing his skin, slick with preteen
exertion, he giggled bashfully. "That..." he began, panting, "was
so... good. I feel like... I'm floating."

I knew that feeling. In fact I was feeling it right then as well. And so
was the bedding, I noticed as a pillow drifted past my face. "Oh fuck we
ARE floating," I snapped out of the high of this sexual reverie, "VECTOR
why isn't habitat spinning? VECTOR? That's not good..." Cole got a worried
look on his face, but I knew this wasn't all that bad. "Don't worry kid if
we can still breathe, things are okay." The moment he words were out of my
mouth the ship gave a worrisome lurch and we found ourselves pressed
against the bedroom wall. I growled more out of frustration than pain. I
hate irony.

One thing being weightless was good for was getting around quick, once you
got used to it. I kicked out of the tangled bedding and went to check the
console for any sign of VECTOR but it wasn't responding. Things in habitat
are all secured for this very reason, but people could still get knocked
around if the ship made any sudden moves, so I hauled the kid out of bed
and over to the seats. It's easier to haul things in zero-G too, not that
the kid weighed much to begin with.

I like to think I was quite calm, but my demeanor wasn't really rubbing off
on Cole. I remembered cap's old mantra, 'hurry, but don't worry,' which
usually kept me grounded. "I know it's scary bud, but I'm going to go fix
this and I need you to stay right here."

"No, I want to stay with you!"

"I don't know how the ship is going to move around next so these straps on
the sofa will keep you from getting knocked around." When I said straps his
eyes were more afraid than I'd seen yet. He hadn't been here long, but this
all started with a gun in his face, so that was saying something. "The
seats are soft and the straps are for your chest, you can take them off
yourself, but don't, they'll keep you in one place. Okay?"

"Don't leave me here, I don't like this."

"I'm sorry, I know..." I paused and studied him for second, cupping his
face gently to keep him looking in my eyes. "I mean I don't really
know... look this is the safest place for you. I won't be far, and you can
talk to me the whole time." I put a console in his hand and linked it to
the cockpit. I think I did anyway, VECTOR usually does this all
automatically. I gave the loose straps to him, not wanting to trigger
something that his face was only hinting towards. "Would you buckle up so I
know you're not going to go bouncing around the room?" I asked with my most
sympathetic smile.

His hands shook but he did it, so I planted another kiss on him for his
bravery. Another heave of the ship tore my face from his, so I turned and
made for the bridge. For the second time in as many days I bumped my sorely
unfinished knob on the habitat ladder as I raced out, cursing to myself
with every rung. The frustrating thing was that this wasn't my nav course,
cap set it up before they got sick. He never miscalculates. Not about
navigation anyway. There wasn't even anything to hit in this system, we
arrived on this course and it was the dullest trip out I can remember.

The bridge was still powered on but the ship was definitely pitching. From
the pilot seat I tested controls but if habitat was off then engines
probably would be too. I went to the captain's chair next and pulled up
analytics for some kind of replay. The hull cameras near the time of the
event captured a few seconds where a blinding streak seemed to pass us
by. The relief of not finding another space ship trying to board us was
huge. I didn't like having to deal with pirates even when it was our crew
of five, I'd hate to think what it was like alone. Never heard of any
pirate tech that did this to a ship though, in fact even trying to hit a
ship going more than 0.9c is basically suicide from what I understand.

Now, space is a big place, and there's some strange things out there so
when I say it wasn't a space ship I mean it wasn't anything I'd ever
seen. Going faster than our ship was completely impossible for a simple
rock, so it must have been something more. Definitely something more,
because it passed the moment the ship lost main power, which wouldn't have
happened even if a comet hit the force fields directly. I mean, if it's the
kind of comet that breaks your force fields you would lose power, but
that's because you'd lose the whole damn ship.

The replay then continued for a few seconds and whatever it was that I was
actually seeing did this arcing turn in space and vanished right when we
lost momentum. No explosion, no wormhole, just gone. My first instinct was
to get power going but nothing in the cockpit seemed to want to let me do
that. The engine room would be the place to go next if we were off course,
but we weren't.

Even though I said I was fully capable of finishing the delivery myself I
have to admit I wasn't expecting to have to figure out some mysterious
space phenomenon shit. I'm not too proud to say I need VECTOR at a time
like this, so I hopped over to the tech console and had it
restart. Restarts usually fix VECTOR. Hell, they usually fix most things.

I dunno if it was because of the restart, I sure as hell hoped not, but as
soon as the loading logo came up the whole ship started to shake. Not a
gentle shake either, which suddenly made me remember my newest
crewmate. "It's gonna be okay Cole," I shouted over the increasing sound of
rattling into the comms, hoping he could hear me. "Stay in your seat."
Fighting against the horror in my heart at his lack of response, I pushed
myself back towards the pilot chair to try to regain some control, or at
least be ready to when VECTOR came online.

Stay cool.

The shaking kept jostling me out of the seat, which is of course why I told
Cole to strap in, so I did so myself. Even though wrangling at the control
stick made me feel in control I could tell that the light thrusters didn't
have it in them to stop the entire ship from the tremors. Whatever
stabilization I did simply got overpowered by more shakes.

I barely heard it but whipped my head around at the sound of the cockpit
door opening behind me. Cole's hands gripped tightly at the ladder rungs in
the hall outside, trying desperately to not be kicked off by the ship's
bucking. He clenched his teeth in determination but his eyes were barely
restrained fear. There was no getting him back down to habitat now, it was
a miracle he made it up here in one piece. I unbuckled to go get him at the
same time as he flung himself into the room, the ship's malicious
vibrations sending him tumbling through the air.

Whatever he was going to hit he was going to hit hard, so I let it be me,
the softest thing in the room, and intercepted him on my way from the
pilot's chair back to the captain's. I hope that he didn't get as much wind
knocked out of him as I did, but I couldn't think of his comfort, I just
held him with one arm and pulled us into the big seat together, strapping
us down with him on my lap.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled repeatedly over the chaotic noise of the ship coming
apart at the seams. Even though my eyeballs wouldn't stop rattling I could
tell analytics was showing no such destruction, the screen would have went
red at so much as scratch of something vital.

In response I tried to yell back "it's okay" and held him tightly to
me. Call it inappropriate if you want, but because I'd basically been
edging myself for a whole day with this kid around - from the interruptions
in the shower and the galley and the bed - I was still hard as a
rock. Everyone knows a teenager can get hard from a ride down a bumpy dirt
road, well combine that with the feeling of Cole's body vibrating against
mine and there's nothing that could be done.

The shaking was apparently working on him too, from my position I could see
into his unsealed front flap where his boyhood was sticking straight up at
me. He either stopped yelling sorry or just couldn't be heard over the
escalating noise, but as silly as it sounds I felt like he wasn't trembing
in fear. I dunno how I could tell that over anything else, but I just knew.

Sudden tremors kept resetting our positions slightly, and soon my raging
erection was knocked free of its spot pushing into his hamstrings and wound
up standing proud in between his legs. The shaking escalated still and he
tightened his body, knuckles white on the armrests and thighs clamping down
onto my aching cock. The smooth fabric of his suit was not exactly like
skin but still felt amazing squished around me, silky soft but with some
grip, cool feeling and spongy.

At the height of its intensity, the boy was basically bouncing in my lap
and involuntarily jerking me off with his thighs while we held on for dear
life. Over and over again I powerlessly fucked in between his legs until I
clenched him tightly into me and came.

It was a big one. Being teased for as long as they had been made the boys
work overtime on production. I'd fired loads into weightless rooms before,
it's always funny, but with the shaking my spurts made crazy swirls and
went off in so many directions you'd think my cum slit was busted.

A loud beeping indicated VECTOR was online and not moments afterwards the
shaking cut short. When I came down from my orgasm I'd thank every star I
saw for the robot, but from my breathing it was clear I was still in the
haze. By far most of my cum was aimed at Cole's chest, yet none of it stuck
to his suit, instead driven in whatever random direction it was headed over
him like water drops on a windshield. Some of it pooled underneath his chin
where the suit ended, a lot of it crept its way back onto my body, but the
rest of it was what I was worried about.

I was never told specifically not to cum inside of the cockpit, but I mean
it probably goes without saying. I wouldn't have imagined it to be a good
idea and it sure wasn't. The sperm that didn't hit us was something I'd
have to clean up off of the panels on the walls and ceiling. The
electronics are usually pretty sealed up but I figured I should undo some
of the more delicate ones to double check they weren't short circuited by
my goo.

Looking down I could see the boy still clenched in fear on top of me, not
wanting to move even in the stillness. I pet at him gently to get him to
ease up, and bit by bit he did. When he opened his eyes again he looked
about cautiously, deep breaths replacing his panicked ones.

"You still with me, big guy?" I asked.