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Sparks from Harrow’s lastorch skitter across the scarred asteroid’s surface as you finish mounting another strut for the secondary ion drive. For the past three weeks your crew has been setting up a prefab living space and navigation hub on asteroid DV742-C, running thick lengths of cable from the still-incomplete drive systems to the drives themselves, making everything ready for the skeleton crew that will steer the heavy cruiser-sized lump of nickel-iron away from the orbit it has occupied for millions of years and into the waiting maw of the Iapetus Refinery. DV742-C has no atmosphere, of course, so you can’t hear anything as your impact driver forces bolts home, but there’s a satisfying thunk you can feel as each one is fully extended.
“Ninth strut mounted,” you radio over to operations.
“Confirmed, Ryder,” replies a smooth voice over the comm system. “You’re good to head to the next mounting point. Co-ordinates are coming up on your HUD now.” Glowing blue digits project themselves on the inside of your visor. You blink at them to acknowledge receipt and an arrow shows up at the edge of your screen to lead you to the next job. The microgravity means it’s a short bound away, small craters passing in a blur as you jet across the asteroid’s landscape to land a few meters away from your destination. You cut the jets just before your boots make contact with the surface.
The target site is covered with a fine layer of spacedust and you brush it aside before reaching into your pack for another strut assembly and unslinging the impact driver. You need to shift the strut around a few times before the its outline on your HUD flashes green and a little chime sounds, and it’s especially tricky to hold the strut in place while you set the impact driver against its base and slam a bolt home. Once the first bolt is in the remaining ones are easier and you walk around the strut a few times checking its alignment on your helmet’s display. When you’re satisfied that everything is firm you call operations.
“This is Ryder, strut ten has been mounted.”
“Acknowledged. Apparently this is all the struts for today’s shift. Want to go see if Harrow needs any help trimming before you clock out?”
You look off towards DV742-C’s horizon where a fitful flickering light intermittently reveals Harrow working the lastorch, trimming the struts to the specified length. As you watch he finishes cutting through the one he’s working on, the cut-off end tumbling end-to-end before he grabs it and shoves it in his pack.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
You stow the impact driver back in its sling and half-hop, half-jet over to where Harrow is setting up at strut six.
“Hey, boss said to see if you need any help.” Harrow looks over at you, his face barely visible behind the reflections in his visor.
“Ryder. Yeah, sure. Hold this strut?” You reach out and steady the anodized alumisteel where he indicates as he readies the lastorch. The harsh actinic glow starts burning through the metal and you avert your gaze even as the automatic filters in your visor kick in and darken the glass. Sparks dance across the rock and your shadows are thrown in stark relief.
Harrow finishes slicing through the strut and you take the offcut and stash it in his pack as he shuts down the lastorch. “Alright, that’s the last one for today.”
You look across the barren ground at the four remaining struts outlining the area where the ion drive will eventually go. “What about those?”
He glances over at them. “Yeah, you know what, my shift ended...” and through the dim glass of his visor you can see his eyes flick up to the chrono on his HUD. “....forty seconds ago. I think they can wait until tomorrow.”
You nod. “That’s fair.”
Harrow reaches back and slings the lastorch, then checks the seal on his pack. “You off now?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. Let me call in to ops.” He goes silent as he switches frequency and lets the operations team up on the Uffington’s Shadow know he’s finished his shift. The hauler that brought you and the materiel here is a barely visible point of light at the horizon, the brightest thing in the asteroid’s airless sky. After a minute Harrow changes back to the common band.
“Alright, well, I guess we can head back to the station.” Harrow switches on his jets and half-hops, half-glides in the direction of the prefab crew quarters and you follow his example, small and badly-worn craters passing a meter or two underneath your boots. The crew quarters is a small and shabby-looking structure clinging to the side of a small hill, made very irregular by sections of shielding and particle screening and with small viewports that look like an afterthought. Scaffolding at one side obscures the half-completed nav hub. A few harsh floodlights surround the makeshift landing pad and gleam on the comms array. There are stacks of girders and beams wrapped up in bright orange plasfilm in the cargo area next to the pad, and a large area just past that has been smoothed out in readiness for the eventual arrival of the drive control units. The drives themselves will be so large that they’ll be dropped off on-site by one of the Uffington’s ringskiffs and you glumly think of how busy things will get once that phase of operations begins.
Somehow beating Harrow, you make it to the access tube that leads to the airlock, simple white plasfilm made dingy by omnipresent rock dust stretched over struts and lit by piss-yellow lamps. Scattered tools litter the sides of the walkway and supply boxes are mag-clipped to the struts. You reach the airlock and wait for Harrow to catch up before hitting the keypad and letting the hatch iris open. He steps in after you and you slap the button that initiates the cycle, jets of pressurized air blasting rock dust and asteroid grit off your suits and out the airlock before the iris closes on the harsh DV742-C landscape. The lights in the airlock are cold white and glitter on the bright silver scratches in the anodized alumisteel floor and walls.
The inner hatch cycles open and the two of you step into the vestibule. The docking stations for the suits let out a solid clunk as you back into them and the HUD confirms that the airlock has fully sealed and that the suit has connected to the charging system before your visor slides up and the front of the suit falls open. The air in the vestibule smells like rock dust and is colder than you’d like, so you hurry out of your suit and over to the hatch that leads to the crew quarters proper.
“Shit, I hate that smell,” you remark to Harrow as he emerges from his own suit and steps out onto the scarred decking. Harrow looks slightly ridiculous in his undersuit, as he’s just a little too tall for it, wrists and ankles sticking out of cuffs – goddamned Firm got his measurements wrong, apparently, and of course they haven’t bothered to send out replacements, the cheap fuckers. There’s more than a few inconveniences here on this asteroid but this one feels petty even for the Firm. He reaches up and shakes out his long red hair before tying it back again, a grimace on his bearded face.
“Get us out of here, Ryder,” he replies, and you finish tidying away the legs of your suit and key in the entry code. The hatch slides open and you enter the actual living space, feeling proper gravity assert itself. For all that the Firm has cheaped out on some things, at least there’s a proper gravfield. The crew quarters is a roughly circular building, one half of it some kind of common area while the other half is sectioned off into dorms, an open kitchen, ‘fresher, life support, and storage. The airlock enters directly into the common room and there’s a hatch directly opposite of it that leads to the still-incomplete nav hub. Everything feels a bit roomier than it should have, ever since Auzane got that fever and had to be taken back to the Uffington. There had been three of you in an installation meant for four.
The common area has a battered dining table and chairs, a sagging couch and a pair of armchairs in front of a surprisingly large screen, and a shelf holding some datapads, a few bits and pieces of equipment that neither of you could figure out where to put, and two or three personal items. Whoever designed the station had tried to liven things up by making the wall separating the common area from the other rooms a bright cerulean blue but all this did was make the rest of the space look drab in comparison.
Harrow comes in behind you and you hear the now-familiar sound of the snaps of his undersuit coming undone. For all that there’s a working gravfield here, the crew quarters have one glaring problem, which is that for the past week and a half the climate control hasn’t been working right and has been keeping everything in the crew space at a rather toasty 35 degrees C. Fortunately it’s not humid, but it’s still far from comfortable and you and Harrow have quickly given up on the Firm sending someone down to take a look at it. After one or two unpleasant shifts the two of you have come to a bit of an understanding and given up on the notion of modesty, not that you had all that much left after a few months on board the Uffington’s Shadow on the trip here, shiplife being what it is. You start undoing your own undersuit and step out of it, enjoying the temporary feeling of comparative freedom before your body adjusts to the warmer temperature.
You turn to Harrow. “Want me to take that?” He hands you his too-small undersuit and heads into the kitchen, fully nude, the dark copper hair on his chest, forearms, crotch and legs shining in the overhead lights. Trimming struts and hauling heavy cables has given him enough muscle that he’s more lithe than lanky, which is fortunate because it saves him from dealing with undersuits that are too baggy as well as too short. A prosthetic made from gleaming blue-anodized pattern-welded alumisteel replaces his right leg from the calf down, the aftermath of some workplace incident from years ago from what little Harrow has said about it (and you haven’t asked, either), not that you’ve ever seen it interfere with his mobility or ability to work, or do other things, for that matter. As you step into the ‘fresher to drop the undersuits off in the laundry he calls out “What do you want for dinner?” from the kitchen.
“Uh, what do we have?” You dump the ‘suits in the basket and stop to take a piss.
“We got......uh, tankbeef, tankfish,there’s carrots and uh,” he trails off as he looks around in the inventory system and whatever he says next is drowned out by the sound of the urinal cycling. You wash your hands as Harrow rattles off the available vegetables and check yourself out in the mirror. A handsome fellow with centre-parted brown hair and a short goatee looks back at you. The physical labour you’ve been doing on this gig has been paying off and there’s a noticeable difference in your arms, shoulders, and pecs, your pecs in particular looking nice and trim under a light scattering of chest hair.
“OK, uh, you picked protein yesterday. Let’s do the tankfish and you choose the vegetables.” You wink at your reflection and head back into the common area. Harrow is puttering around in the kitchen and making selections on the dispensing unit. You’re content to let him sort dinner out, so you sprawl out on the couch and kick your feet up on the coffee table. The controls for the screen are set into the arm of the couch and you tap in your access code and start absently scrolling through the available options on the entertainment system – driftball? No. Ringskiff racing? No. Archaeological discoveries on Old Luna? Boring. Pornography? Maybe later. You settle on a news program just as Harrow places a pair of trays on the coffee table. You sit up and lean over to peel the film off to reveal the promised tankfish, drizzled with what smells like lemon and butter and accompanied by a side of carrots with braised fennel. For all that the Firm cuts costs and corners wherever it can, the food is almost always good. Someone, you think as you slice into the fish, must be getting a kickback somewhere.
“Good choice,” you mumble with your mouth full. Harrow makes a non-committal noise of acknowledgement, his eyes on the screen where an immaculately-coiffed presenter talks about a school on Deimos Station where the children did some fundraiser for an animal shelter. “Heartwarming.”
Dinner proceeds in relative quiet. Life on the asteroid isn’t so exciting that there are a lot of new developments to talk about, just work, eat, relax, sleep, repeat, until the job is done and DV742-C is ready to be shifted out of orbit. At that point you and Harrow will be picked up, back to the Uffington’s Shadow to head off to the next job while the asteroid’s crew will be shuttled down to oversee operations. Neither of you is really sure what the next gig will be.
Once your trays are cleared you get up, picking them up and taking them into the kitchen to load them into the cleaning unit. “Harrow,” you call into the common area, “want some stimcaf?”
“Yeah, sure.” You fill two mugs from the dispenser and take them over to the couch and sit down, handing one to Harrow. The two of you sit there for a few minutes in companionable silence, letting dinner settle, watching the screen.
“Still want to do the ‘cast later?”
“Yeah, definitely.” Harrow takes a sip from his cup. “I should probably go and prep for that, actually.” He gets up and heads into the ‘fresher, his prosthetic foot clicking on the floor.
The ‘cast had been Auzane’s idea at first, something that he and some crewmates had been doing for a while at his previous posting. When he’d shown you and Harrow the numbers you had quickly agreed with it. It was simple, really, and you and Harrow had kept up with it every so often after he had to go offsite. The camera and ‘cast unit were still over on one of the shelves.
It turned out that Auzane had been supplementing his income by streaming content onto a pay-to-view platform, and what he had been uploading onto that platform was he and his bunkmate fucking. People would pay not-insubstantial amounts of credits to watch fit and handsome men having sex, it seemed, with higher amounts paid for live performances although the steady stream of income from older recordings was certainly worthwhile in of itself. Harrow had had some objections at first, until you pointed out that the three of you may as well make some money doing what you were going to be doing anyway.
The ‘cast unit transmitted a scrambled needlecast that neatly bypassed the Firm’s comms infrastructure, was picked up by the streaming platform and then distributed to subscribers and on-demand viewers. It wasn’t bringing in retirement money, but it definitely helped round up the figures in your account and hell, it was kind of fun. You’d never realized before this posting that you had a slight voyeuristic side.
The sound of running water in the ‘fresher echoes in the background as you go into the dorm and poke through your drawer until you find the pump-top container of polylube, then take a pair of hand-towels from the closet. You leave these on the coffee table and start tapping away at the screen control, sorting through stations for the next several minutes until you find one of the better pornographic ones. Eventually you find a stream that should set the mood nicely – two men sitting side-by-side, jerking each other off. This is something you and Harrow have done several times by now, sometimes for the camera, but you have other ideas in mind for today’s ‘cast. As you watch you feel sparks of desire kindling in your belly.
Standing up, you leave the screen running and head into the ‘fresher. Harrow has finished whatever prep he needed to do and is rinsing himself off in the shower. You slide the door open and join him since you haven’t cleaned up after a long day of driving bolts home. Which isn’t, you think to yourself, particularly different from what you’ll be doing on the ‘cast in the near future.
Harrow moves aside to make some space for you in the confines of the shower cubicle. The blast of warm water hits you and washes off such dirt of the day as can be accumulated in a spacesuit, and you sigh contentedly in the spray. Harrow rinses the remains of soap off his shoulders, briefly getting in the water’s way as he gets the last bits of foam out of one hairy armpit. You reach past him to get at the soap dispenser and he playfully grinds his ass up against your crotch. You let out a short laugh. “Save that for later!” He leans into you and bounces up and down a little, getting your dick to slide in the wet crack of his ass. You feel yourself start to harden, and you wrap one arm around Harrow to play with one taut nipple as the other slides farther downward, idly stroking your now-hard cock for a moment and then descending further to carefully probe his puckered anus, slick with polylube and so, so tight in spite of his earlier preparations. He lets out a long, low moan at your exploration and you feel it rumble in his chest.
You withdraw your questing finger and try to actually get some soap, still keeping Harrow held close with your other arm and nuzzling at his neck to try and distract him from distracting you, then let him go once you have a palmful of foam. It spreads easily over your arms, your chest, your abs, working it through the soft, curly hair at the base of your straining dick, under your arms. You go back for more and clean up your legs, your feet, and carefully slip a soapy finger up your own asshole, just in case – who knows where the ‘cast will take you? You let the spray of the shower sluice soap off you and once you’re rinsed clean you reach over to shut off the water. Harrow makes a disappointed face.
“Aw, that was nice, though.”
“Yeah,” you reply, then slide open the shower door and exit, heading over to the dryer cubicle. “It was, but we’ve got a ‘cast to do, and while I like fucking in the shower –“ You tap the control panel and warm air starts to move around you with a gentle humming sound. You speak a bit louder to make sure Harrow can hear you over the noise of the machinery. “- I also like making money by fucking in front of the camera.” The dryer cubicle isn’t large enough for two – strictly speaking, neither is the shower, really – and you watch Harrow drip water on the ‘fresher floor as the dryer cycles, the hair on his chest matted and made dark auburn by the shower. He rolls his eyes and although you can’t hear it over the dryer you can tell he’s muttering “Fine.”
The cycle completes with a gentle chime and you step out, deliberately brushing up against Harrow as he enters the dryer, letting your hard cock rub up against his for a moment. The dryer starts up and you watch with some amusement as his hair flaps about in the air currents. You go back into the common area and start making sure everything is ready, that the polylube is to hand, towels available – you don’t want to mess up the shitty couch even more than it already is, and for all that it’s stained it doesn’t need to have polylube added – and start getting the camera set up. You turn it on and the masturbating men on the screen vanish, replaced by a shot of a fresh-from-the-shower Ryder fiddling with the screen controls. Previous experience has taught you that the camera’s current location on the shelf gives a good view of the couch and dining table. A few days ago you’d done a ‘cast with you sprawled on the table while Harrow gave you a simultaneous rimjob and handjob, and it had been surprisingly profitable for a shoot that didn’t involve any actual fucking.
The ‘cast interface pops up and you flick it over to the side of the screen so you can split the display between it and the porn stream. You get the camera connected to the ‘cast unit and start getting things set up for the broadcast – making sure everything will show up on-screen nicely, that the lighting is good, that there’s nothing particularly identifying in the background. Once you’re satisfied that everything is ready you lean back on the couch and start the ‘cast. A notification goes out to your subscribers whenever you start up a ‘cast and viewers start signing in. Most of the ‘cast interface is a screen showing user activity, subscriber stats, payment details, and a chat interface, with a thumbnail of the stream itself in the top corner. You lean back in the couch and kick a foot up onto the coffee table, looking up at the camera.
“Hey folks, what’s up? This is Ryder and Harrow, broadcasting from our lonely little asteroid base.” You wave a hand, gesturing at the empty space next to you on the couch. “Harrow’s going to be joining me in a minute, he’s still getting cleaned up. We had a lot of work today and our climate control system still isn’t working right, hence my uniform.” You reach down and touch your semi-hard dick. “I’m sure none of you will have a problem with that.” Viewers can post messages in a chatbox on the ‘cast and someone starts asking if the two of you will be alright in the constant elevated temperature. “Thanks for your concern, uh,” and you squint to see the screen-name, “Proteus, we’re going to be OK. We just get to have a lot of very casual days when we get back to the base. I’m getting used to it, actually. I think it’ll be weird going back to shipsuits once this job is done.”
Other questions and comments come in and you respond while wondering what’s taking Harrow so goddamned long. Someone asks if where your next posting will be and would you be open to a gig on the Raselhauge Emissary? A new viewer comments that you’re much more attractive than her boyfriend. One of the regular viewers sends a PM as you tell the guy on the Raselhauge that you’ll keep it in mind and to send you a PM with details, and you sigh inwardly before casually stretching out and moving your foot closer to the camera, wiggling your toes as you do so. Foot guys, you think to yourself as you tell the viewer with the cute boyfriend that if she thinks you’re hot then she’s going to love your friend Harrow. A gentle jingling noise sounds as the foot enthusiast sends over some credits and you make a point of thanking him on-stream.
Finally you see movement in the thumbnail as Harrow exits the ‘fresher, and you pretend you don’t notice as you reply to someone asking if you’ve ever been stationed on the Ganesha is Generous. Harrow comes up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, then slides them down to your pecs and through your chest hair as he leans down and places a gentle but very deliberate bite at the side of your neck. Your cock hardens immediately and you put your hands on top of his, letting out a groan that’s only partially for show. The chatbox lights up.
“Heeeeey Harrow,” you eventually say, “you finally made it. Care to tell our viewers what we’re going to be doing today?”
He circles around the couch, ensuring that the camera gets a good look at his ass as he does so, then plops down next to you. You put an arm over his shoulder and take a quick glance at the stream thumbnail, the two of you the very picture of shipmate camaraderie, were it not for the nudity, probably – how much the civilian viewers know about what actually happens on-ship is debatable, of course. Harrow smiles for the camera and scans the chatbox very briefly to see if there’s anything he needs to respond to before snuggling up under your arm and spreading his legs so his thigh touches yours, then reaches down to adjust his balls, loose from the heat of the shower.
“Well Ryder,” as he finishes his check, “I was sort of thinking that for today’s ‘cast I’d be taking a ride on that rock-hard dick of yours.” He plants his hand on your thigh and runs it up and down once or twice before actually making a grab for said rock-hard dick. You put your free arm back behind your head, lean back and sigh as Harrow idly strokes you. The credit chime sounds again – someone must like what you’re doing.
“Oh yeah?”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah. Get you all hot and bothered, ready to go, then I think maybe I’d climb on top and straddle your hips and slooooowly –“ and here he makes a fist around the tip of your cock, acting out the scene he’s describing for your viewers as you quietly groan, “- work you in, letting the head of your dick open me up and then sliding down until you’re aaaaaall the way inside me, filling me up,” and he finally makes his way to the base of your straining dick, gripping it gently but firmly with an almost-imperceptible squeezing that draws a slight but steady flow of pre-cum.
You let out a “Shit, that sounds amazing” between gasps. The feeling of Harrow’s hand on you is amazing indeed, and you figure you should repay the favour he’s doing to you. Adjusting your position a little, you reach over and gently caress his cock, going up from the balls towards the head, and then wrap your fingers around it as Harrow releases a long and gentle sigh of pleasure. You take a surreptitious look at the screen to make sure that the camera can see what you’re doing – mutual masturbation is, it turns out, surprisingly tricky to film – and then try to match the pace Harrow sets as he strokes. After a moment or two of this Harrow leans closer into the crook of your arm and starts mouthing at the hollow of your throat. The high-pitched uhhh that escapes you when he does this is entirely genuine, and you can feel Harrow smiling at the noises he draws out of you.
You tighten your hold on Harrow’s member and start to thrust into his hand. Previous experience has taught you that the flexing of your abdominal muscles really pleases the viewers, and sure enough, a chime or two comes out of the speaker. The next few minutes pass in a flurry of pleasurable sighs and the sound of pre-cum-slick hands in motion. Eventually Harrow lets go of your cock and leans back, hands behind his head, as you get in front of him to lick at his neck, then go down his throat to the hairy expanse of his chest, and gently suck on a rosy nipple, carefully holding it between your teeth as you flick your tongue across its tip. Harrow moans and a dribble of pre-cum starts to leak from his dick – his nipples are surprisingly sensitive – and you reach down to continue stroking him as you lay a trail of kisses across his furred pectorals to mouth at his other nipple.
“You like that?” you ask as you take your lips off his skin for a moment.
“Hell yeah I like that!”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply as you turn back to the task at hand. You release his cock and grab hold of his ass. Taking the message, Harrow straightens up on the couch to make a bit more room. This lets you change your position a little bit so you can get between his legs, and you start tonguing a path down his surprisingly smooth abdomen. By now you’re practically crouching and you briefly pause to check that the camera’s view of the proceedings is unimpeded. When you see that your asshole is on full display you feel momentarily exposed, which is ridiculous really when you consider the situation, but the swaying of your balls looks fantastic. When you make eye contact with the camera the chatbox lights up.
You look up. “Hey, Harrow.”
Harrow’s got his head thrown back with a hand covering his eyes in a pose that shows off his lithe build very well, the dark copper hair in his armpit showing tiny beads of sweat, mouth slackly open in an expression of mindless pleasure. “Ryder?”
“Can you tell me what people are saying in the chat?”
“Yeah, sure. We’ve got someone asking if-“ Harrow lets out a sharp, surprised gasp as you take the slick head of his cock in your mouth and suck on it. His pre-cum is sweet on your tongue and you flick it across his frenulum before slowly taking more of him in. After a moment Harrow finds his voice again.
“- We’ve got someone asking what happened to Auzane, guess they missed a few ‘casts. He got sick and had to be lifted out, but he’ll be –“ Harrow lets out another gasp as you pull back a little bit and suck ever so gently on his glans “- He’ll be fine. Fuck, Ryder, that’s amazing.”
You let his dick out of your mouth with a pop you hope is audible on-‘cast. “Damn right it is.” You take one of his testicles in your mouth and carefully roll it across your tongue, repeat for the other and then slowly lick up his hardness to suck it again. You adjust the angle of your arm and start idly cupping his balls while Harrow tries to maintain his composure as he talks to the viewers. Most of what he’s saying to them is thanks as credits start trickling in, but he keeps letting out the most delightful noises as you fellate him. Soon his dick and balls are slick with saliva and pre-cum that drips down his taint, and you realize you forgot to lay down the towel.
One viewer asks about his first posting and Harrow starts telling her about undergoing basic training at Ganymede Station. As he describes the living arrangements you allow a dribble of spit out of your mouth, moisten a finger with it, and slide it across and then into his tight hole, just the first joint. Harrow lets out a squeal. For a moment he tightens around you and then relaxes as he looks at the camera.
“That was Ryder slipping a finger up my asshole, folks. Everything’s fine! Everything’s fiiiiiine,” he purrs as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and probe deeper inside him. You can feel the muscles of that tight ring flexing, the contractions making the head of his dick throb in your mouth. Spit and pre-cum aren’t quite enough, and you reach for the polylube, drizzling some on your fingers and then delving farther inside him. Harrow grunts a little and seeps more pre-cum when you find his prostate – clearly he’s loving every moment of this – but releases a long and shuddering moan when you simultaneously add a second finger and swallow his cock, burying your nose in the coarse curls of his pubic hair. You set up a steady rhythm, finger-fucking him as you deep-throat his straining hardness. When you pull off his dick for a moment to catch your breath you take a quick look up. Your stationmate is leaning back, arms spread out on the back of the couch, eyes closed, mouth invitingly open, the very picture of hedonistic pleasure. He looks beautiful.
Harrow opens his eyes a little, turning that bright blue gaze on you. “Why’d you stop?”
You curl your fingers, making him gasp. “Needed to catch my breath after sucking that big cock of yours. And I wanted to change positions a bit.” Slowly you pull out of him, smiling at the look of disappointment on his face, then get up, take a sip of water, and find the towel you’d brought out earlier. You stroke your own cock a few times as you come back into the camera’s view and stand just behind the couch, just to Harrow’s left. You reach down and stroke his jawline, then thrust your hips towards him. Harrow’s never been slow on the uptake, and he responds immediately, kissing along the crest of your hipbone to the dark hair between your legs, then taking your dick to the root in one smooth swallowing movement, and you let out an appreciative groan and then wink saucily at the camera, getting a flurry of donation chimes in response.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you tell him as you look down. He makes eye contact with you and keeps it as he draws back and flicks your frenulum with his tongue. ”Where’s the handheld camera? I want them to see how good this looks.”
Harrow releases you, breathing hard – you notice he’s been slowly masturbating as he sucks your cock – and gestures to the side. “Shelf.” You reluctantly disengage and find the handheld unit, a small oblong box with a slip-resistant grip and molded handle. You switch it on as you head back to the couch, in front this time, and look up at the screen, hitting a few buttons on the handheld until you find the right settings. The ‘cast divides in two, one half of the screen showing the both of you, the other a comparative close-up of your foot on the dingy carpet. A solitary ding sounds. That goddamned foot guy.
Going back to Harrow, you aim the handheld at your crotch. Your cock fills its tiny screen, shiny with a thin film of Harrow’s spit, and as you tell him “Work my dick for the camera, Harrow,” he opens up again to take you in his mouth. Harrow keeps his eyes on the handheld camera as you watch him on it and you know how hot this is for the viewers, how many of them are imagining that it’s their hard cocks being drawn in between those obscenely skilled lips, their pre-cum smeared in his moustache, how it would feel for Harrow’s tongue to be wrapped around them as they sit there masturbating in their cubicles or bedrooms or living rooms, Harrow looking up at them with lust in those blue eyes.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” you say, and thrust into his mouth just a little so things will still be interesting for the main camera. You run your free hand through his hair, letting it fall about his shoulders. “Shit, I love having my cock in your mouth. You look so fucking good like this.” You look up to the main camera. “You folks think he looks incredible sucking my cock, don’t you? Doesn’t he do a great job?” Notifications pop up on the screen, mostly viewers saying how beautiful Harrow looks as he blows you, how good they think it feels, some of them making suggestions for what they want to see you do next. You reply to some of them, making sure to talk about how great it feels to have your dick in Harrow’s mouth. One or two donation chimes ring out. One viewer suggests that Harrow work your balls, and after you relay this to him through some theatrical moans he sucks on your glans one more time before he moves down and carefully takes one of your clean-shaved testicles between his lips, then the other, jerking you off all the while. You make sure the handheld camera gets a good view. Both of you are making noises, you letting out moans between words of appreciation, Harrow only able to grunt as he fellates you.
Harrow does good work, and his tender ministrations are stoking the embers in your belly. As great as this feels, you tap him on the shoulder and he pulls back, a testicle slipping out of his mouth with an absolutely obscene sound. The plan for the ‘cast had involved you pumping a load of cum into the other end of his digestive tract and you don’t want to switch things up too much. You manoeuvre around him, set the handheld on the coffee table and get the forgotten towel situated under Harrow’s backside, then kneel between his legs.
You look up at him. “How’s the camera?”
He glances over to the screen, then leans forward and adjusts the handheld camera. “It’s good.”
“Good. Feel free to use it.” You grab Harrow’s ass and yank him forward, then prop his shaggy thighs up onto your shoulders as you lick at his cock, gently suck on his balls –he starts brushing his fingers through your hair when you do this – and then make a few very light nips at that hairless and sensitive spot where the inner thigh meets groin before tonguing your way down his perineum to your final destination. Harrow’s asshole is pink and wet-looking, peeking out from its tangled nest of dark auburn hair, and you brush a finger across it to watch it contract a little before closing in and running your tongue across it in one slow, broad stroke, Harrow shouting a delighted “Fuck!” as you do so. He tastes clean with a little hint of animal muskiness – it is warm in here, after all – and you spend a few very enjoyable minutes lapping at his tight pucker while he praises your tongue’s talent between muttered encouragements and obscenities as you lick him to relaxation. Every so often you stop to catch your breath and carefully probe him with questing fingers, working him open and listening with half an ear as he tells the subscribers on the ‘cast how much he loves it when you eat his hole. Eventually he remembers the handheld camera and you smile for the camera as you slowly insert a third finger. Harrow lets out a satisfying grunt.
“How’s that feel?”
“Feels fucking amazing. You should know, you remember last week’s ‘cast.”
“How could I forget? I came so hard I saw stars. We’re lucky there are no neighbours to disturb, I was practically screaming.” You raise yourself up a little and suck Harrow’s weeping cock as your buried fingers press across his prostate, and feel the clenching of his asshole around your fingers echo in the twitching head of his dick, drawing out a dribble of sweet-tasting pre-cum. Harrow retains enough presence of mind to get an excellent shot of your lips wrapped around his shaft and several donations come in. When you release his dick it slaps wetly on his belly. You take the handheld from him and let the viewers have a Ryder’s-eye view of your fingers sliding in and out of Harrow’s rear entrance, the pink ring stretched accommodatingly around them in an obscene fashion that fills your head with visions of the pleasures to come.
“Would you look at that?” you comment aloud. “Look at this nice pink wet hole. He feels so warm and tight.” You curl your fingers into Harrow’s prostate again as he starts idly stroking himself, and you adjust the angle of the handheld to catch this. “This hole’s gonna feel so good on my dick.” You finger him for a bit, then pull your fingers out of him all the way and hand the cam back to Harrow so you can start masturbating and then dive back in, burying your face between his thighs and worming your tongue into his hole a little. He’s definitely loosened up now. After a minute or two of this you decide more lube will be necessary before proceeding with the main event. The polylube is still in reach, and you squeeze a generous amount of it directly into Harrow’s slick asshole, working it deeper inside him, preparing him for the events to come.
Harrow lets out a long moan and pushes up into your intrusion. “Hey Ryder?”
You take his cock in your mouth again and suckle on the head for a moment before replying. “Yeah?”
“Weren’t we supposed to be fucking on this ‘cast”
“Oh, right, we were going to do that. Remind me how we were going to do that again?” you ask and resume blowing him.
“I’m pretty sure I mentioned climbing on top of you and – ah!” Harrow lets out a gasp as you flick the tip of your tongue across him. “- fucker! Climbing on top of you and riding your cock.”
You let out an interested hmmmmm and start finger-fucking him again, your mouth still on his dick.
“Fuck! Ryder. Ryder, I need to feel you inside me.”
You let him go and look him in the eye. “Want to say that nice and clear so our friends on the ‘cast can hear you?”
Harrow grinds into your hand and lets out a sigh that turns into a high-pitched moan as you press your fingers into his prostate and milk some more pre-cum out of him. “Ryder, I want you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me.” You hear several notifications coming in on the ‘cast as Harrow looks at you with a needy and very lustful expression.
“Go on.” You go back to sucking him as he releases a frustrated whine.
“I want you in me. Ryder, I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to feel you filling me up and I want you to jerk me off while you fuck me so I cum on your dick. I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel your cock twitching as you cum inside me. I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”
Harrow gets up in one fluid motion that pushes you out of the way, drops the handheld on the coffee table, shoves you down onto the couch, finds the polylube and squirts a copious amount of it into one hand before slathering it over your straining member and spreading the remainder between his cheeks. He picks the handheld up again and does a slow pan over your recumbent form sprawled out on the cushions, zooms in on your dick, and looks at the camera. “Look at that dick. That’s gonna feel so fucking good inside me.” He props it up on the table to make sure it gives a different view than the main ‘cast unit and then returns to the couch, bends over, and starts sucking on one of your nipples. This has never been something that really does it for you, but you play it up for the camera, closing your eyes and moaning as you stroke your fingers through Harrow’s hair.
When he stops you catch his eye, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“Oh, I do.” With that, Harrow climbs on top of you, taking a moment to sort out the tangle of your libs on the sagging couch, then straddles your hips. The alumisteel of his prosthetic is chill against your skin but he manages to situate himself so that your hard cock nestles in the crack of his ass, his skin there feeling so deliciously warm.
“Mmmm,” you purr as you thrust against him a little, your pre-cum adding to the wetness. “this is going to feel so good.”
Harrow grinds against you in response. “Fuckin’ right it will.”He reaches behind himself and grabs you dick, lining it up so that the tip is just barely nestled in his lube-slick asshole. Anticipation burns in your belly and you can feel beads of pre-cum slowly dribbling down your shaft. He looks you in the eye. “You ready?”
You smile back at him. “Ready if you are.”
Harrow plants one hand on your chest to brace himself and carefully, gently lowers himself, just a little, so the head of your cock just breaches the tightness of his entrance. With a mutual grunt his eyes close in concentration as he waits for his body to accept this intrusion, and then slides further down, taking more of you into him as he releases a series of ragged breaths.
“Harrow, you OK there, bud?” Harrow’s asshole is hot and wet and deliciously tight, and you fight the instinctual desire to immediately thrust into him.
He winces a little and works you deeper inside. “Yep. You’re just big, is all.” Harrow’s erection hasn’t subsided in the least so you know this is only partially a lie for the viewer’s sake – your endowment is perfectly average – but it’s been about two weeks since you’ve fucked him. He can’t be in too much actual pain, considering how much lube you worked into him while you were fingering him and loosening him up, but the subscribers do appreciate a show. You flex and your dick twitches inside him, releasing even more pre-cum to ease the way. “Fuck, this feels amazing.” He pulls back a little then slides down even more, then lets out a contented sigh as he finally takes you to the root. “Shit, yes.” A flurry of donation chimes comes through on the ‘cast when he bottoms out, his balls brushing against your pubic hair. A long slow “Yessss” escapes Harrow’s gritted teeth.
You put your hands behind your head and moan with genuine pleasure when Harrow starts running his hands across your chest, then thrust your hips up a little. Harrow groans and begins to actually ride you, slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm, impaling himself on your cock. His own dick bounces up and down, slapping against your belly and oozing a shocking quantity of pre-cum that turns your treasure trail into a sodden matted mess.
“Fuck,” you exclaim between gasps, “I love this tight ass.”
Harrow grins and works inner muscles, his hole tightening around you for a moment. “Fucking right you do. You like fucking that hole?”
“Shit, Harrow, yes,” and you put your hands on his hips to drive yourself deeper into him. He leans back a bit, trying to grind your dick against his prostate, reaches up and exposes furry armpits as he rakes his hands through his hair and brushes a few strands out of his face, his mouth open in silent pleasure. This is something you know he’s seen in porn, but the tinkle of incoming donations tells you it’s effective here as well. As he fucks himself on your cock Harrow’s abdominal muscles flex gorgeously. “Can you reach the handheld?” He pauses for a moment, reaches over and manages to grab it without you slipping out of him, and passes it to you. “I want them to see how good you look when you take my cock.”
He does look good taking your cock, and you hold the camera so the subscribers can see the expression of ecstasy on Harrow’s face when the head of your dick slides across his prostate, his cock twitching and weeping pre-cum. You do a close-up of your shaft slipping in and out of his anus (difficult, considering his flopping balls, but you manage well enough), then pull the focus back again to capture the movement of his body and reach up to run a hand through the coppery curls on his chest. Harrow’s chest hair is surprisingly soft and you brush your fingers up and down his body a few times before dropping down to take hold of his dick and start jerking him off. When he involuntarily thrusts into your hand he pulls up off you a little, but then slams back down, burying you inside him, .
He tightens around you as you stroke him a few more times, spreading pre-cum over the bright pink head of his dick, but then he pulls your hand off him. “No, not yet. I just want to feel you in me right now.”
“Alright.” You hand the cam back to Harrow and he aims it at you, giving the viewers a Harrow’s-eye-view of you as he rides you.
“Tell the viewers how it feels, Ryder. I want to hear all about how good it feels to fuck me,” and he slams himself back down on your shaft.
“Shit. It feels so fucking good.” You try to come up with something that will turn on the viewers but won’t sound trite and formulaic, then decide that it doesn’t matter, this is porn and nobody actually cares. “Harrow’s hole is so wet and tight and I can feel it when he squeezes himself around my dick.” You grunt as he does this very thing. “Yeah, like that. Makes me feel like you’re trying to milk pre-cum out of me. I like how having my dick in him turns him on, he gets so wet. I love it when I bottom out and he takes all of me. He’s so slick and it feels so good and I want to make him cum so I can feel him clenching around me when he does.”
“Mmmmm, yeah,” Harrow growls, “you like that, right?”
You put your hands on Harrow’s hips again and start fucking up into him, fingers pressing into his skin from the pleasure you take in his flesh. “What idiot wouldn’t?” He moans as you do this and starts to intermittently stroke himself. “It’s going to feel so good when I cum in you, just fill you up.”
“Aw, fuck yeah,” he mutters, then pulls up off of you and stands up for a moment. “Leg’s bugging me. I want to switch it up.” He puts the camera back on the table, grabs one of your hands to haul you up, and then takes your place on the couch, legs invitingly open. You kneel in between them and lean over Harrow to get the polylube bottle, squeeze a decent amount of it over your cock, press your hard dick up against his, and wrap your hand around the both of you. You both thrust into your hand for a moment, luxuriating in the feeling of skin on skin, then you dribble more lube into Harrow’s open asshole and line yourself up before plunging back into him, sinking into that deliciously warm and wet and tight fuckhole in one smooth penetration. Harrow tosses his right arm over the side of the couch, throws his head back and groans with pleasure. “Oh, holy shit, fuck me, Ryder.” He wraps his legs around your waist as you start thrusting into him, the sound of lube-slick flesh colliding with flesh filling the air between grunts. “Ohhhhh, fuck, yes, just like that, fuck me, Ryder, fuck me.”
You brace yourself with Harrow’s spread thighs and slam your dick into his hole, grunting with pleasure, focusing on the friction of his insides, your cock pistoning in and out of him. You reposition one of his legs and lay a line of kisses along his calf, then let it go to lick and suck at the hollow of his throat, trapping his cock between your belly and his, feeling his pre-cum smearing over your skin. Harrow pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and running his hands across your back, nuzzles at your shoulder and then gently nipping you, oh so very delicately. You feel the beginnings of an orgasm approaching and draw back so you can look Harrow in the eye as you pound into him.
“You like that? You like feeling my dick inside you?”
“Ohhh, fuck, oh yeah. Fill me up with that cock.” Harrow’s eyes are unfocused, his mouth slackly open, gasping for breath.
“You wanted me to cum in you, yeah?”
His eyes widen. “You’re gonna blow?”
You adjust your angle in order to better hit his prostate and watch the pleasure on his face. “Not yet, but soon.”
“Aw, yeah. Yeah, I want you to cum in me. I want that load inside me. Keep doing what you’re doing, I’m getting close.” You keep fucking him with smooth strokes as Harrow reaches down with his free hand to start masturbating, but he doesn’t complain when you bat his hand aside and start jerking him off. He puts his hands behind his head and you really wish you had one of those expensive floatcams because the view is incredible, his muscled torso on fine display, pleasure obvious as he gets fucked, eyes closed so he can focus on the feeling of your hand on his dick, your cock hitting his prostate.
You glance down and note that Harrow’s balls have drawn up close, rising tension plain in his abs, and figure that he’ll be blowing his load soon.
“Ryder. I’m getting close, Ryder, shit, fuck, I’m getting close!”
“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, Harrow,” and you shift your position just a little as you drive your cock into his asshole, slamming against his prostate as you jackhammer into him revelling in the glory of the fuck, your hand a blur on his dick as pre-cum pours out of him in a steady stream. Harrow lets out an incoherent melange of grunts and whines and obscenities between statements about loving the feeling of your cock inside him and moaning “Fuck me Ryder, yeah, right there, fuck yes, Ryder, fuck, fuck”, and then you coax the orgasm out of him.
Harrow lets out a wail as his fuckhole spasms around your dick, abs flexing wildly as volley after volley of cum launches out of his cock as you fuck it out of him, drenching the hair on his heaving chest with pearly white, one especially powerful ejaculation sending an errant stream landing on his face. His legs tighten their hold around your waist, trying to hold you close as each stroke of your hard cock into his clenching hole forces another grunt out of him. An absolute torrent of donations comes in as semen sprays across his chest, chiming over the screen’s speakers and threatening to drown out the sound of Harrow’s pleasure. His volume is impressive and you make a point of saying “Fuck, yeah, look at that load, you like me milking that out of you with my dick?” as you work one last spurt out of him.
The clenching of Harrow’s asshole combined with the sights and sounds of Harrow’s orgasm are too much, and you mutter a few breathless “fuck, yeah, take my fucking cock, I’m gonna fill you with my cum” statements to match a few more pounding thrusts until your own orgasm washes over you, a wordless howl escaping your throat as you slam your cock into him as far as it can go, balls slapping against his ass, instinct taking over as you animalistically fuck into him, flooding his insides with your seed. The continued waves of Harrow’s ecstasy keep his anus nice and tight as your cock twitches, pumping load after load of semen as you empty your balls as deep inside him as you can, an involuntary attempt at insemination until drained, your fucking slows and your howl of primal pleasure in the rut turns to breathless gasps, your stroking of Harrow’s slick dick coming to a stop as he catches his breath and smiles up at you.
“Holy shit.”
You’re panting. “Holy shit is right.” Harrow’s dick is starting to soften so you let it drop, run your hand through his semen-matted mess of chest hair and then look up at the camera as you lick a few strands of his seed off your finger to the sound of more donations coming in. Your own cock starts to relax and Harrow gasps when it slips out of him, a small stream of your cum dribbling out of his used asshole and onto the towel you left there what feels like hours ago. You sit down on the couch, suddenly aware of the shakiness of your knees.”Fuck, I feel like I’m going to fall over.”
Harrow pulls himself up, grabs one of the spare towels and starts wiping your slick cock down and dabbing at a bead of leftover cum at the tip of your softening cock, then reaches between his legs to try and tidy up the mess of lube, semen and spit you left at his asshole. He drops back onto the couch, making sure he’s sitting on the towel, then leans back, runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, and looks at you with a cocky grin on his face. “That was incredible. I think I’m gonna feel that tomorrow.”
“Hell, I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow. I must be dehydrated at this point. I feel like I left an awful lot of fluid inside of you.”
“Yeah, I think so.” He leans into you and runs his hand over your leg. There’s a muffled rude noise and Harrow looks briefly mortified. “OK. I think I might want to get cleaned up.”
You look down at your now-sticky dick and then realize that in addition to the smells of sex you can smell yourself – just fresh sweat, but sweat nonetheless, as much a product of your athletic fucking as it is the elevated temperature. “That sounds like an amazing idea. How about you go through the ‘fresher while I finish things up here?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Harrow stands up and walks past the ‘cast unit so his ass is visible as he goes around the couch, but then turns back around and leans forward to wrap his arms around you like he did when you first started. “I hope you liked what you saw, viewers. We had a lot of fun, as I’m sure you can tell, and I hope you did, too. Thanks for coming in, thanks for the donations, we really appreciate it and we appreciate each and every one of you.” He winks at the camera and then turns away, vanishing into the ‘fresher.
You turn your attention to the screen and look through the messages. There were several large donations and you make a point of thanking each one – you’re too worn out to check if they’re still online – and make some on-screen replies to some of the private messages some of them have sent you. After a few minutes of this you hear the shower running.
“Alright folks. This was a really good time, as I’m sure you all noticed, but I’ve got to go get cleaned up. We’re gonna do another ‘cast in a couple of days probably, so stay posted and of course if you really miss us until then you can take a look at our recordings. This is Ryder of Ryder and Harrow, signing off.” You hit the button on the remote and the ‘cast unit and screen shut off, then do some tidying up. The towels get tossed in the basket, you put the lube back in the drawer and the handheld cam back on the shelf.
You head to the ‘fresher just as Harrow steps out of it, fresh and clean, and he nods at you as he passes. You stop and have a piss, brush your teeth, and enjoy a nice shower. When you emerge from the ‘fresher the door to Harrow’s room is closed. You dim the main lights and head to bed. Plenty of work to do in the morning.