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Amateur Rocket Launch a Failure; NASA Debuts Shuttle-cam
Anonymous Coward writes "CNN has posted the story of the failure of the amateur rocket launch that was reported in a previous Slashdot story. 'The launch was spectacular and the rocket was performing as planned. However, the rocket experienced motor failure during the flight and the flight was terminated," said Eric Knight, co-leader of the CSXT mission.' NASA is planning to mount a camera on the external fuel tank and broadcast an October 2nd shuttle launch.
Now is your chance to really know me. I'm going to let you in on my personal life, and the secret of how Jamie, Rob, Jeff, and I all "came" together.
I remember that autumn day so well. It was in our dorm room at Hope College, in Holland, Michigan. Jamie stood there by the bathroom sink, totally naked and shaving his face. He didn't recoil when I went into the bathroom which we also shared with Rob and Jeff--the guys next door.
Jamie and I had been roommates for almost three months now and gotten used to seeing each other strip down, dress, and even "hard".
"Hey, Michael" he said.
I had gotten the chance to look Jamie over a few times. But for some reason that evening I just stood there looking at his scraggly unkempt hair, his bare back, his flabby back muscles flowing down into the lumpy mounds of cellulite which composed his saggy buttocks and thick thighs.
Despite his flab, the sexy swastika tattoo on Jamie's right butt cheek gave him an air of hunky manliness.
"Oh I'm sorry, Jamie" I said without him saying anything despite the fact I had been standing there looking at him.
"I was just ..." he turned and smiled through the shaving cream. "it's OK ... I look at you too, Michael" he said.
I didn't know what to say then. I just moved next to him at the sink and stripped off my shirt to wash.
"Got a hot night tonight, Michael?" he asked.
"Naw just thought I'd go for a swim and pizza later. How 'bout you, Jamie?"
"You keep swimming, Michael, and that hot ass of yours will be the talk of the dorm" he said as he patted my butt. He left his hand there and stroked one ass-cheek a bit.
"You keep doing that and you won't be going anywhere, Jamie" I said half joking. My cock had already began to turn my boxer shorts into a small tent.
He didn't move his hand at all. In fact his fingers moved under the boxers and he stroked bare skin.
Jamie said, "Shit, Michael, I'm getting you hard".
"Yea you get it too hard and you'll have to find a way to get it down again" I said spreading the shaving cream on my face.
His fingers moved between my ass-cheeks and stroked. It felt good ... and then he suddenly stopped.
"Can't now ... maybe when I get back. Will you still
be up then, Mikey?"
His hand had moved to my tented crotch and he gently felt my boner when he asked.
"Not if you keep doing that, Jamie"
We joked around like that often of course. But that evening his attention was more then the usual goosing or ass grabbing.
I swam hard laps so my effort and the water would make my cock shrink. But my head was full of the memories of his petting as well as his naked body.
I knew that after my pizza and maybe a beer, I'd be in my bed jacking off as many times as I could before he got back to the room.
I was mid-way through my second go round when the door opened. He looked at me and smiled.
"I hoped you'd be waiting, Michael" he said as he stripped off his shirt and jeans. We didn't speak. Jamie moved to my bed and pulled my covers off.
Jamie pushed my hands over my head and to the bed pipe. I held them as he lifted my legs and curled my body over so his fingers, lips and tongue could take total control of my body.
I closed my eyes and swooned as the sensations I had only fantasized about made me shiver and shake. Jamie's fingers stroked the lips of my ass then moved inside to find my prostate and stroked that bringing me to the point of orgasm. The sperm splattered on my face, chest, and stomach.
But he wasn't through and his cock moved into my ass before it could recover and close tight after the orgasm. It hurt and made me beg him to stop. "Shut up Michael. You're my bitch", growled Jamie.
Jamie ignored my pleas as he moved on top and pounded down into me, sliding his thick cock against the walls of my guts ... and turned me slowly into his bitch. My begging for him to
stop became moans and pleas for him to fuck me harder.
I had lost control to his will. He fucked me, turned me over and fucked me some more. Jamie brought me to my hands and knees and fucked me even more, his cock didn't want to stop ... and I didn't want him to stop!
I felt the hands on me as the two guys next door--Rob and Jeff--had moved from the bathroom door where they were watching to join us. He pulled out long enough to allow Rob and Jeff each take their turns.
I was on my back with my legs spread and curled to let each of them move inside. Rob's fingers tortured my nipples, while Jeff abused my cock and balls. My lips encircled their cocks, cocks which wanted to be there.
Jeff, Rob, and Jamie kept using me again and again. Eventually I collapsed in exhausted ecstasy. Somehow I slept, and awoke midday the next day.
Jamie was asleep and our two neighbors--Rob and Jeff--were gone. My ass was sore, but deep inside me I felt a calm peace that I hadn't felt in a very long long time, not since the weekend where as a frosh I was introduced to male on male sex by Timothy, our "dorm daddy". That was the last time I could remember such peace.
Suddenly there was the noise of Jamie jumping from his bed. "You ready, Mikey?" he asked. I turned to see he had gotten out of bed and his cock was rock hard. "We decided to let you rest awhile", Jamie purred. My roommate smiled and then went to the bathroom door. He went inside and returned with the Rob and Jeff. They too still had erections, rock solid erections.
"What the fuh ...", I mumbled to myself.
"It's called Viagra, Michael," said Jamie, "and you are our Viagra bitch". Jeff and Rob stood at attention, casually stroking each others cock. They were like soldiers polishing Viagra hardened gun barrels before battle. They were preparing to jump my bones.
I didn't move away. I wanted to see if it was true what they said about Viagra, and I wanted to find out if it was as wonderful as it was the night before.
All three moved to my bed and resumed to use me again and again until finally I was covered in their sperm. The man-smell of Rob, Jeff, and Jamie, mingled with my own sticky musk. Their cocks, ever hard, kept fucking me until my own body had shot three loads of cum.
It took hours but at the end I was as exhausted, calm, peaceful and satisfied as I had been the night before.
My nickname is now "VB" and you know what that stands for. Several of the guys on our dorm floor knew and when others asked, more found out. Yes, I was, and still am, Michael, the Viagra Bitch.
I personally have a problem with the recent amateur rocket craze. What would happen if a launch failed because Joe Blow failed physics and got the angle of his rocket wrong and it hit a building somewhere and killed a bunch of people? It won't be long before this happens.
Nasa employs some of the smartest and most experienced people in the world and I would not trust anyone else to be launching rockets in to the sky. I believe NASA should have a monopoly on space travel as they are the only ones who seem to get it right.
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Hemos and I, CmdrTaco, were still teens. We were just getting ready for the end of summer. We had started out the week with a campout down by the pond. It was a warm night and we seldom slept early. Hemos and I had played all the young boy games and discovered jerking off together last summer. Now we seldom lost a chance to take a squirt.
Hemos was telling me, CmdrTaco, a story of how his older brother Michael had let a kid we both knew give him a blowjob. Michael said he gave JonKatz a ride home from school and was really horny. He said JonKatz could not stop looking at the bulge in his shorts. Michael said it took some real convincing but he got him to take his cock in his mouth and suck it exactly like his other bitch Jamie did.
I told Hemos he was full of shit that I knew JonKatz and that he didn't look queer. Hemos said his brother said you could never tell who had queer genes in them, but guys who are willing to suck usually who do it. I didn't believe him but the story made me real hard. Hemos had been constantly horny for the last year.
"CmdrTaco, you want to suck my dick?" Hemos asked, me. "No way, asshole, that thing would not fit in my mouth." said. "Why not?" he asked. "I'm not gonna put a cock in my mouth and be known as a queer like JonKatz," I told him. "You would," he assured me. "You might have the queer genes. And I promise I won't cum in your mouth," he added quickly.
I just looked at him, not believing what he wanted me to do. I just shook my head, "You are crazy, dude." He looked at me and said, " You can't tell me you don't want to find out what its like." I said quickly, "Not me, you want one go find JonKatz." He smiled as he looked down at his naked hard cock and then up at me, "Maybe I might find JonKatz for a blowjob, but he's not here and you are, CmdrTaco."
He pumped his cock a few strokes and paused, "Why don't you just try it? I'll put my jockeys back on and you can just put it in your mouth and jerk me off. Any cum will go in my jockeys and your lips won't touch any skin." he added, arguing like he always did.
"Since you won't really be sucking a cock, it won't be queer, and if you don't like it, we can stop," he pleaded. I looked down at Hemos's cock and my face turned red as I realized he had me thinking about sucking his cock. Both of us knew that sucking dick was sucking dick. I knew that if I took his cock in my mouth even covered with his jockey shorts that he would have me do it again.
I looked at Hemos's hard dick. I crossed the line when I said, "put your shorts on it." He quickly grabbed his shorts and pulled them over his rigid cock, "Shit yea, I can't wait. Go for it CmdrTaco." I knelt down between his legs as he sat on the ground cloth. I put my mouth over the head of his cock through his shorts. Hemos said, "Wait I want to know what a blow job feels like and he started taking his shorts back off.
I watched his four-inch cock plop back against his plump stomach as he removed his shorts. I said, "No way, unless you put them on I'm not gonna touch your cock." Hemos started looking around in the tent and came out with a sheer clothe bandana. "How bout this? It will be more like a blowjob and it still will be as if you're not." He wanted me to actually put a bandana covered cock in my mouth yet he was telling me it would not be queer. I had seen Hemos hard before, but this was different. His cock was rock hard and strained in the bandana. I didn't look at Hemos's face as I knelt between his legs again. I became acutely aware of the wetness where precum had soaked through the thin cloth as my mouth covered the place at the tip of his cock. Hemos was waiting, so I lowered my mouth, and I raised my eyes to Hemos's face and I felt his cock twitching and jumping in anticipation.
I turned my attention to his cock and I felt the wetness as I forced out more precum from the cock head in my mouth. I grasped his shaft and started to jerk him off with just the cloth-covered head in my mouth. I held his cock at the base as I continued bobbing my head and sucking on his cock. The slow sucking rhythm caused him to reach the edge. He was shooting and his cum was going into my mouth. The cloth was so wet that it did not slow down the spurts of cum in my mouth I never had time to think about or to turn away before a volley of jism shot through the cloth. Cum just flowed into my mouth and I don't know why I continued to pump his cock.
Hemos was silent as I release his cock from my mouth. He said, "See, CmdrTaco, the cloth did the job and all the cum was captured." There was no way to describe how it felt to suck his dick, but it had been unbelievable. "Well do you have the queer gene? Do you like to suck dick? Want to try it like JonKatz did without the cloth?" Hemos asked. I actually got kind of a thrill and yet was embarrassed that I must have swallowed his cum. I never remember spitting it out.
I told him that the experience had been unbelievable but that I would not do it again. I was glad that I had gone down on Hemos and I knew I would do it again, though I couldn't tell him that. It was less than an hour when he started begging me to do it again. That was fine by me. I think he knew that I was willing. I guess my reluctance was gone, because I didn't have any trouble going down on Hemos again. The second time sucking his dick was easier for me. Hemos started asking me what it felt like while I sucked him. While I was bobbing up and down, with a little more action, Hemos asked me if I wanted to remove the cloth. He said that it was just he and I and he would never tell anyone. He said it was just two dudes experimenting and that he was just joking about the queer genes. I actually wanted to do it yet I was not prepared to go that far. Hemos knew that I liked to suck his cock, yet he knew that it would mean admitting that I was queer if I admitted it and he knew that I wouldn't do that. He had just completed what it took to persuade me to go down on him that night.
The next week Hemos was busy all the time and he didn't talk about what we had done. I thought he was ashamed and I even noticed that he would get hard sometimes while we hung out together. But would always say he had better leave. I thought that he did not want to be embarrassed around me. It was about a week later when I found why he would leave. He told me that he had come home from our trip and that JonKatz was at his house with his brother. He said that he watched him give Michael a blowjob. He said that JonKatz was always trying to get Michael to let him suck him off again, so he said he let him. Now he sucks Michael off all the time. Hemos said after he saw JonKatz go down on his older brother. He looked at me and said "Shit JonKatz sucked me too. Boy it felt good." He smiled and said, "Almost as good as you suck." Hemos was good at getting me to do whatever he wanted. There was no denying I got off on sucking him and I knew what he wanted me, CmdrTaco, to do next.
While I realize that rocket science is ... rocket science, I still wonder if anyone else finds the raft of unsuccessful launches by the non-majors to be suspicious. That perhaps one or more of the successful launchers, wanting to protect their market, defend the upper atmosphere, hide something or all of the above, would take some direct action to ensure failure.
In 1964, John F Kennedy stood upon the podium near to the Washington monument and made a promise that the United States would land the first man on the moon. He established NASA by royal charter and proclaimed 'Americans have held out against all odds to be as powerful as we are today. We will do it again. No matter what we have to do, we will land on the moon.' And so a nation was charged up, ready to reach the stars. NASA was the group to do it.
Unfortunately JFK wasn't joking. NASA was covered under similar laws to the federal police, in that they could enact 'emergency laws' giving them special legal powers in special situations. These included sabotage, or the ability to murder those who stood in the way of a moon landing.
NASA is now less powerful and receives less funding, but the laws are still in place. Even Bush is aware that NASA often sabotages its own missions, including the 1993 Mars Observer mission.
NASA knows what's going on on Mars, the documentary 'Mission To Mars' proves it. They don't want anyone getting there first.
Don't bother trying any more, amateurs.. NASA will keep your feet on the ground.
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not to nitpick, but it's annoying when media messes up simple numbers because it makes me wonder if either (a) they just believe everything they're told without checking it or (b) they're getting sloppy with their facts...
... The Primera was expected to reach its lofty goal within 90 seconds, which would have broken CSXT's previous world record for amateur rocket speed of 3,205 mph.
The Civilian Space eXploration Team (CSXT) had designed the unmanned Primera rocket to reach a height of more than 60 miles.
Simple math says 60 miles in 90 seconds is 2400 mph, and 2400 mph is less than 3205 mph.
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I was back a-ways trolling in the BSD Unix story for a couple minutes. I came back to slashdot.org's front page and saw this rocket story and noticed it had only 2 trolls. I entered and instead saw over 60 trolls. Great job, trolls.
One ring to bind them, one ring to rule them, one ring to fuck them in the ass! We are the Trolls of Slashdot! Hur-Rah!
you';ve been moderated by a SlashFaggot, as we like to call them.
See, CmdrTaco has a little army of boy toy faggots at his disposal for this sort of thing.
I'll get strait to the point...
I know many people don't like much of Bush's Administration. We all have our likes and dis-likes. You, however, don't want them to reach the moon in a competitive spectacle as did our late John F. Kennedy. I can't over-look the point that you want to fly to the moon. James Trafficant always asked Congress to "BEAM ME UP!" Yeah, some people in the United States LLC's "Congress" know of alternative and more effective and economical travel. I just think you will not get realy far in trying to reach the moon, before Cheney and Rumsfeld, because you are a complete and utter dork and are going to barter with NASA or some other rocketeering group whether they have any tickets cheeper than one-way; implying your attempt to destroy the moon. They'll figure it out...
The United States Government, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Israel, has announced new holding cells for 'domestic terrorists' on Moon Colony Alpha. Inmates will not be provided with oxygen, so it is recommended that they hold their breath. Thank you, The President.
Send 'em back to Africa.