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Pidge sighed and got off of the couch. As he stood up, his briefs let his ass spill out a little and his two buttocks seemed even larger. A moment later his oversized t-shirt rolled down, and hanged a little off of his right shoulder. His small right pectoral was visible, but his tee stopped sliding off before it revealed his nipple. He let out another sigh. He had no socks on, but did not feel uncomfortable. The temperature on the ship was kept at just the right warmth, but he also just liked to dress lightly.

For the past few weeks he had been feeling rather lonely. Without the other crew members the ship was pretty much deserted and a place where boredom gathered, despite all the alien tech. There was no constant yapping from princess Allura, nor from her advisor Coran. There were no pesky training sessions planned from the leader of Team Voltron, Shiro. And there was no new food served by Hunk, the big guy with a big heart. However, there was food in the fridge for at least another month, so Pidge didn’t worry about that. But his biggest worry and cause for loneliness was the absence of Keith and Lance. The two slender, muscly and tall men, who usually kept things interesting throughout the day with their shenanigans and little fights.

Pidge thought of their muscly, well-endowed bodies and their large, soft bulges which would turn hard every so often and he pitched a tent in his briefs. He went on to think about their large nut-sacks which were probably super pent up by now. A bit of drool came out of the corner of his mouth, but quickly wiped it off and said aloud to himself:

“Those...” But his erection kept bulging out, even from beneath his t-shirt.