Aathan was asleep. Floating. Dreaming. He hung motionless in the zero-g inside the padded chamber that was his bedroom on the Moebius. He could have slept in a bed, strapped in by a blanket like cargo, but he preferred to float free. His dreams were a jumble of cell biology experiments and being sexually ravaged by an alien woman with six hands. She looked strangely like his co-worker Aiko, but her mouth was differently configured. And when she opened it to suck his cock her tongue went all the way around her mouth, like a hollow tube. Her skin was an aqua blue color, like the ocean on a clear day, and her breasts were perfect, with darker round jutting nipples. She had a narrow waist, and full, luscious ass. She had six arms, with six hands and they were all touching his body, teasing him, arousing his need. It was at her mouth, her lips and her circular tongue that he couldn't stop staring.
The six-handed alien with a mouth like the upgraded version of a snatch smiled at him with a wicked glint in her eye. Then the mouth pulled his cock in and began to suck. He was in ecstasy. Never had his cock been so perfectly sucked. The alien mouth tugged, massaged, and teased. This was better than any blowjob; this was better than sex. As the dexterous muscles of the alien tongue rippled, torqued and sucked he discovered sensations he didn't know were possible. He felt like he would explode. But he didn't. The expert ministrations of this alien tongue kept him coasting, floating at the edge of rapture. Finally, when the pleasure was becoming pain, and the dream was distorted by swirling colors, he came. The orgasm tore through him, stretched him, and woke him up. He blinked.
He was awake staring at the neutral cream-colored blank walls of his room, and his cock was still hard and throbbing. The nanofiber space suit was molded to the shape of his hard cock. It was also clean and dry, having carried away the jism in the same way it carried away his sweat and urine. He was tempted to jerk off, remembering the dream. But he decided it would be a waste of time. It couldn't possible compare to what he'd experienced while sleeping.
As he contemplated the dream, floating in space, before deciding to get "up", he felt an echo of the concentric ripples of sucking. His whole body spasmed. But now he was awake, and he decided he must have imagined it. Being sex-starved on a space station clearly does something to you, he thought. He had never in his life had a wet dream that felt so real, or made him come so hard.
When his cock finally returned to its dormant state, and the suit remolded around his crotch to form a kind of jock strap pouch he decided it was time to get "up". Getting up wasn't really so much a matter of "up", since the direction up didn't really exist on the space station, but it meant a shower, 30 seconds of nano-toothbrushing solution in his mouth, and quick comb of the hair. The shower wasn't really necessary, since the suit kept his body clean, but it felt good. When he was done, the suit took only a minute to dry itself. The suits never came off. They didn't have zippers, buttons or even seams. But they were comfortable, almost like being naked, but without the embarrassment.
When he left his room Aathan was feeling great. At breakfast, he was so overwhelmingly happy he was tempted to tell his coworkers about the dream. He decided against it in mixed company, but considered telling Matthaias and James later. He spent the day puttering with his cell cultures, watching them divide, watching the different agents altering the cultures in various ways. Days like this, when he was in the right kind of mood, watching the cells divide made him horny.
A few of the agents in the cell cultures were nano-assembled proteins and other compounds. As he was contemplating his ongoing experiments, he got to wondering exactly how the nano stuff worked. Of course he knew the basics. He had an undergraduate course in nanotechnology, but that didn't explain the dynamics, or the programming involved in each individually created and designed nano-machine. He knew that his space suit was a combination of a large variety of different nanoparticles woven in a fiber. He wondered what kind of programming was involved when the suit re-shaped itself around his hard cock.
That morning was not the first time the suit had done that. He frequently woke up with morning wood, and found the suit comfortably re-shaped around his member. But still the sensations of the dream, and the momentary sensation while awake had him wondering. It felt like this time, the suit might have pushed back.
After lunch he decided he would start asking Aiko about the suits and their programming. Just out of curiosity. He had done a bit of programming in college. And he was considering the possibility of writing a bit of code that he could use to make the suit replicate the experience of the dream.
The more he thought about coding that little bit of software, the harder he got. The idea of a customized yet automated masturbation that felt that good was enough to make him go back to his room. He wasn't ready to code it yet, but he could imagine it, and jerk off. Imagining the dream, the code that would get him there, and also the tangled bodies of his co-workers, Aiko and Chloe, two pairs of nipples grazing each other, fingers fucking and mouths sucking, and he was coming again. It wasn't as explosive as the morning, but it was satisfying and he hoped it would be enough to get him through the rest of his work for the day.
As dinner was ending, and the other crew members were leaving to go back to their rooms and do whatever it was they did, Aathan caught Aiko.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Sure, what do want to know?" Aiko answered, almost coyly.
"I'm thinking about some new experiments, and they're going to require some coding for nano-structures. I know you're the expert, I was hoping you could show me a few things." Aathan responded, also being coy.
