Star Bound

"Goodmorning, master Goodman. The time is 0730. Weather today is fair as usual. In regional ne-" speaks my alarm's voice before being cut off with the mute button. I rouse myself out of bed, the lights slowly increasing in brightness as to not be harsh on my slowly adjusting eyes. I manage to find the glass of water on the night stand, finishing off the cup for some much needed hydration. Last night's drinks didn't take as much of a toll as I was expecting, but the very mild symptoms of a hangover are still present. I make my way into the bathroom, shedding my underwear to enter the shower. The water begins spraying before I fully step inside, already heated up to my preferred temperature. After some scrubbing, I'm satisfied with the cleaning, and step once again into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the holo-mirror, I admire my 19-year-old form. Centuries of genetic manipulation, perfecting of physical fitness, and modern medical science have resulted in most wealthy members of humanity having great looks and physiques. I myself have benefited from such things, standing a little over 6' tall, being muscular while not overly beefy or anything, and having a 9" erect cock standing proudly out towards my projected reflection. Even while flaccid, it hangs 7" or so downward, resting upon some rather large testicles. Circumcision fell off popularity some time ago, but my mother apparently insisted upon it upon my birth. Can't say I would know any different otherwise, but I do like the aesthetic of a cut penis even if I supposedly miss out on some sensitivity.

Unfortunately, due to the lifestyle I've been wrestled into, I haven't had much chance to actually use the cock I'm so proud of. My father is a colonizer, although he prefers the term "explorer", hearkening back to the days over a millennium ago of explorer's on Earth's high seas. If only it were so glorious. My dad, Clarence, works for one of the largest mega-corporations, Syntech Dynamics as a surveyor and lead terraforming engineer. What this entails is collecting data from scans, probes, maps, charts, economic reports, and the like to find potential planets prime for colonization, and then overseeing the initial years of a colony after being established. Our family usually follows him after the initial year or two, normal civilians aren't allowed into fresh systems right away for safety and security concerns. What this means is we generally spend enough time in a system for people to start moving in, cool stuff to start being built, getting nice and comfy before moving on to another rock or station further off to follow dear old dad's career.

Fortunately, that means I've landed quite the comfy job as a technical and computing engineer, mainly working on ships, shuttles, and other crafts. My skills have come in handy more than a few times during some of our many jumps between systems, as well as in assisting building new colonies. I rather enjoy my job, being much more practical and hands-on than the other options that would've been available to me given my background and personality profile.

During my thoughts, I hear a jarring noise from outside the bathroom.