Chapter 19 - Gothic's Compression Swim Trunks (Patreon)

I was already wearing a pair of hip hugging men’s compression swim trunks that I’d chosen and replicated an hour ago. These were navy blue with a bright white waistband and pockets and boy did I look good in them if the many clandestine and not so clandestine looks I was getting from various women in the store was any indication. My Augment-level package was pretty noticeable in these shorts, and Prophets only knew what an erection would look like, but I really didn’t give a fuck at the moment and wasn’t all that worried about it. I hadn't actually had sex for more than a day and had little to no desire for any more at the moment, as even my Augment-level libido had been beaten into submission after being stuck on a ship with three bored women for weeks on end with little to do besides keeping up with their voracious sexual appetites and demands. Once Kira had opened that door rather forcefully, it had not shut again the rest of the trip. On the other hand, T'Maz was crazy sexy, and had Vulcan stamina and a willingness to experiment, so who knew if this state of affairs would last if she actively tried to garner my reaction.