OZONE (Wordle #1404)

Houston, we have a boner. A billionaire pays for the world's first space cumshot.

🖤 Content warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. 18+ only.

As a teenager, Grayson had been embarrassed by how quickly he could get off. His girlfriends hadn’t liked it but fuck. What was he supposed to do when they looked like that and he’d never even touched a titty before? Much less knew how to properly eat a pussy.

So he’d trained his body to hold off until he could pretty much cum on command. Whether that was in twenty minutes or two, Gray’s gym-chiseled body could ejaculate whenever he gave it the magic command. Just one, secret, naughty little thought he’d had as a teenager and he could push himself right over the edge whenever he felt like it.

And that ability…was about to earn him ten million dollars…and the title of being the first man to ejaculate on camera in space.

He stood on the launchpad, unable to contain a stupid grin. If this wasn’t the easiest fucking—

“You want to go over the launch instructions one more time Gray?”

He stopped and looked down and Griselda, the billionaire oil mogul who was sponsoring this flight…and taking a big fucking cut of the ongoing royalties to the world’s first space porno.

Whatever. Everyone would be watching him.

“I’m good, G. Let’s launch this rocket.” He winked at her and he swore her pupils dilated.

Her meaty hand slapped him on the arm. “That’s my man.”

Gross.

The door to the shuttle unclicked and he walked in. He’d already jerked off in here a couple of times—as part of the training—and although it was really familiar, his stomach still clenched when he took in the wide windows and the desert vista outside. Soon, he’d be stroking himself to nothing but the blue of the planet.

He took his seat, and strapped in, checking his reflection and ensuring he was the right mix of calm and cool. All around the world, millions…maybe billions…of people were tuning in to watch him make history.

Armstrong, eat your heart out.

The engines growled under him, low and brutal, until the ship started punching through the atmosphere — his teeth hammering, his bones rattling inside his skin.

But Gray had one mission before anything else—arrive in space already hard. And he wanted to do it drug-free.

He closed his eyes and thought of her. His best friend’s mum. The best rack he’d ever seen. That hot summer day, the pool, her top slipping down—two perfect melons bobbing to the surface like a goddamn blessing.

Gray groaned, already aching to touch himself. Maybe she was watching now. Maybe she’d even paid for a subscription…

Griselda’s voice crackled over the intercom, killing the mood. “You’re clear to unclip and… enjoy yourself, cowboy.” He would’ve lost his chub at that if his teenage brain hadn’t been such a goddamn legend.

He freed himself from the harness and for a second, just floated. By God if he wasn’t the luckiest space slut to ever exist.

The planet below him looked radiant. Peaceful. For a second, Gray just…stared, the way he sometimes spaced out watching the glitter settle in his body wash bottle.

Totally still. Totally unoccupied.

And then, he remembered his cock.

💋 That’s far enough.

Want more? You can touch my buttons.

Around here, we tip the talent 😘