Page 14 of Lunar Blackout

“Leave me alone, they are my lucky pants!”

“Look you.” I smile at him. “They clearly are, very very lucky.” I shoot myself down, until I’m eye level with his slightly intimidating bulge that is growing thicker by the second. I look up to see this hunk of a man looking down at me, and all the apprehension about his size evaporates from my mind. I’ve used toys in my decade-long dry spell, and was far from a virgin when we first met, it’s not as if I’m a complete novice.

I pull down his cute UFO boxers, and his large cock floats up to point directly at my mouth. His shaft is thicker than any of the toys I own, he must be at least 8 inches long, and his foreskin is glorious. I reach out my hand and pull back the skin to reveal his glistening head, and as my hands hold him, I can feel his breath hitch. I place one of his hands on the back of my neck and place the head of his cock to my lips, but before I taste what is in front of me, I look up to him again. “Look at that view for me Cariad, I want this to be incredible for you.”

“I’d rather look at you.”

Flattery will get him everywhere, but as I tell him, “You can watch me worship you when we’re back on earth, this is your only chance to look at the beauty of that surface while I do this.”

He smiles and as he apprehensively lifts his head up and looks out of the window at the lunar surface, I place my lips around his shaft and use my tongue to clear every drop of pre-cum that was beading at his slit. I didn’t know anything could taste or feel this good.

I take a deep breath through my nose and slide him further and further into my throat, until my lips, surprisingly even to me, are brushing up against his well-trimmed pubes, short enough to not interfere, but present enough to show he is a real man. I encourage him to hold my hair tighter, and guide my head up and down his shaft, causing my own to swell uncomfortably in my boxers.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Winston pulls my mouth off his dick, and using my hair like a handle pulls my lips up to his and kisses me hard. “Sorry, I was getting too close, and I need you to experience the euphoria I just did.”

“Fuck me.” He looks at me like I’ve asked him to do the most bizarre thing, like I wasn’t just worshiping his cock seconds ago. I’ve freed my swelling dick from my boxers now, and consider frotting with him, but decide there is a more apt form of mutual pleasure for our surroundings. I press our swelling heads together, and pull his foreskin over my cock, which pulls Winston out of the trance me asking him to fuck me had put him in.

“Docking? Seriously?” he says with a laugh in the back of his throat.

“Felt apt in the moment,” I say as I pull him in closer, lips only millimetres apart. “Now Captain, would you please—” I give his dick a hard squeeze. “—press my face against the glass and fuck me as we look out at the surface of the Moon together.” I kiss him once again, and before I know it with a grunt, I am spun around in the zero gravity and find myself naked, looking out over the dark side of the Moon. I can see the rays of sunlight peering over the horizon so I know we don’t have long left. I glance at the clock—ten minutes, plenty of time for a quickie.

As I brace and expect to feel Winston’s monster of a cock tease my hole, I am instead surprised by the feeling of his hands parting my cheeks and him burying his face between them. The orgasmic noise that leaves my mouth is the most erotic and embarrassing sound I have ever made in my life, I didn’t know my vocal range went that high. I’d seen guys being eaten out on so so many porn films, but I had no idea it felt this good. Praise be that I used the bath bag this morning.

As my hole relaxes to his touch, Winston is able to slip a finger and then a second inside. Suddenly I realise I don’t have any lube or a condom, but that doesn’t make me want to stop either.

“Winston, fuck me,” I beg.

“I didn’t know I had fallen for such a kinky sub, first wanting to be my property, now begging me to skin you.”

“I need you, Captain,” I reply, pleading for his dick.

“Back on your knees boy, Captain’s dick needs to be nice and wet so I can fuck you hard.”

I don’t even say a word. I didn’t know I was such a kinky submissive either, but this man, double my body weight, made of 99% muscle floating naked in front of me is unlocking desires I didn’t even know I had. I want to lick him from his head, down his neck and beautiful torso, down his legs and impressive thighs, down to his toes, find all his erogenous zones, worship every inch of him. But right now, we don’t have time for that. Instead of getting to my knees I rotate myself, so I am upside down floating in the air. I grab onto Winston’s hips, pull my mouth onto his cock, and I get to work. He places his hands on the inside of my thighs and spreads my legs, giving him access once again to my ass. He buries his face in me again, pushes my back against the glass and skull-fucks me as he gets my hole wet.

I gag. I gag again, and on the third gag he pulls me off, his dick wet, my hole begging for his presence.

He spins me round, presses me against the glass, lines up the head of his cock to my hole, and before I know it the burn as my hole stretches around him is a welcome feeling. Part pleasure, part pain, a burn caused by his thick cock stretching me, as well as the decade of pent-up feelings finally having a release. The discomfort quickly subsides as he continues to slide slowly into me, and before I know it he has no more to give and is buried deep within me. I have never felt so full, his warm pulsating shaft is fully encapsulated within me, and I have never felt so complete.

I turn my neck to look at him. He kisses me deeply, then holds my head to the side to expose the sensitive skin of my neck, and sucks on it like a space vampire desperate for blood. His lips leave my neck with a pop, a smug look on his face now that he has marked his territory. Now I’m truly his.

I look at the clock. Five minutes. I push my ass into him, and he gets the hint, one hand on one hip, the other on my shoulder, he starts to slowly thrust into me. I, being the impatient sub that I am, push against him faster, the look of lust in his eyes that I see reflected into the observation window is driving me wild, and every time the head of his cock brushes against my prostate another drop of pre-cum beads at my head.

I look at the clock again. Three minutes. ‘I’m not gonna last much longer” Winston says right on queue.

“Cum for me Captain, breed me!” His grunt is primeval as he quickens his pace, the pair of us floating in the zero gravity as we look down on the dark side of the Moon, the sun now fully visible, and a sliver of blue can be seen of earth at the horizon.

I’m about to grab my own dick when suddenly instead of brushing past my prostate, Winston slams the head of his cock directly into it, and it’s like a release valve. My orgasm is intense, and surprisingly hands-free, my cum releases into the room and as my dick was pointing upwards, that’s the direction it floats—towards us. I go to capture my release in my hands to stop it getting on or into any of the very expensive, irreplaceable equipment in this room, but before I can, Winston leans over me and uses his mouth to capture it instead, and with that a second wave of orgasmic pleasure hits, and a smaller release beads at my tip. This man is draining me, and I am not complaining. I’ve never cum a second time only moments after the first wave of pleasure before.

Winston bucks as he gives me his hardest thrust so far, his hands squeeze my hips and his grunt goes straight to my cock. I feel his cum as he releases inside me, and rather than the depressive post-nut clarity that usually follows a session of pleasing myself with my favourite toy back on earth, this clarity is one of accomplishment.

After a few moments of us both catching our breath, Winston slowly pulls his now softening cock out of me, and spins my body round to give me the kiss I so desperately need to reassure me that he isn’t regretting this either.

Through the window the blue marble we call home rises over the horizon of the Moon. Winston and I scramble to get our clothes back on before Command reestablishes contact with us. Once dressed Winston places his communication tablet to float stationary in the air and sets a timer on the camera application, a countdown reminiscent of our launch from Earth flashes on screen.

Five. I place my hands on Winstons hips.

Four. I pull him to me.