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New technology has changed wire manipulated stage and movie mannequins
into sophisticated computer controlled robots. Lifelike skin, inner synthetic padding, and automation builds a robot to closely resemble and behave like a human being. My friend, Reginald Crowell, builds robots. Robot design is just right for his genius and eccentricities. He hides it well, but Regi is gay, fearing his ruin if his sexual preferences were known. I'm gay too, and Regi and I are close friends. When I'm in town, we sleep together and arrange our time to be together for long weekends and vacations. My last visit was interrupted when Regi was called away for a film set robot repair. He would be gone two days. Taking me into his confidence, he said he had built a male teen robot, for a bed partner. If I wanted, I could use him while he was away. I believe Regi felt a bit guilty and a little embarrassed he used a dummy. I would not receive the key to the other bedroom that kept his robot until his departure. My curiosity and excitement mounted. Regi said no more until he stood at the airlines boarding ramp. The boy will be waiting in bed. I have programmed him especially for you! He must rest during the day. Here's the key. Do not enter until after 9 PM" Finishing, he walked up the ramp disappearing into the plane. I had crazy thoughts as I waited until nine PM. Should I knock when entering? What should I say? How should I act? When the clock struck nine. I unlocked the door, turning the knob slowly, cautiously peering beyond as I pushed the door open. The room was softly lit. A large canopied four-poster bed was in its middle. A sleeping nude boy lay uncovered atop dark blue satin sheets, resting his head on a thick down pillow. The lad was mid teen. A patch of trimmed blond hair showed above his limp, cut, penis resting on his ball sac. His bare legs showed strength and grace. Beginning stomach ripples crossed his abdomen. His head rested on golden hair pressing against the pillow. His expression was peace, happiness and serene tranquillity. I removed my clothes and climbed next to him, snuggling, feeling his radiating human warmness. His chest rose and fell. Warm air quietly escaped his nostrils. I became panicky. What was this thing? It wasn't alive, or was it? Could I trust it? What if it malfunctioned? I had used blown up dolls before with lots of fantasy, but this was close to outer limits and the twilight zone. I didn't know if I should pursue or rapidly depart. "Welcome to my bed," the robot said quietly.. "My name is Brad. I'm a robot." I could not believe this! His eyelids fluttered open, his lips parted and his sparkling blue eyes met mine. I'd never been swept up with such strong passion. I wrapped my arms about him, lifted him, and pulled his lips to mine. My tongue was gently sucked deeply into his throat. I'd never been kissed in such a sensuous manner. I reached to his penis. It was teen boy size, extra warm, and hard as a piece of steel. His ball sac was as soft as a stuffed animal, but their inner contents were full and well designed. I slid to a sixty nine. Brad slipped me through his lips. A hundred ultra soft car wash brushes swirled and washed over my maleness his inserted finger below pressed a special spot. It was not my prostate. I just kept ejaculating more than ever before. Was there a male G-spot? Now it was my turn. I felt servantile joy as I licked and sucked Brad's cock. Sucking his balls felt different than a humans. It was a little strange. I worked a finger in him. He tightened and seemed human. I started a second finger as I returned to his tip. Brad wiggled about. Soon, warm splashes slammed the back of my mouth. His sperm was sweet.I swallowed, enjoying its taste. |
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| We both rested. I had questions.
"Brad! You are a robot? How can you come?" "Your rubbing my penis activates a chip that loads a reservoir of fluid. It passes through ducted stimuli sending a message to my master chip, making my whole body feel its passing sensation." I changed the subject. "You have to rest all day?" "Yes! My whole system deactivates. In the early evening, I restart my programing for another night of love. It's best you don't enter as I rest." There was quiet. We kissed again, hugged, snuggled, and resumed our lovemaking. Brad rose to all fours, dropping his head, pulling his legs tightly to his chest. The creator, Regi, had competed with God designing Brad's gorgeous butt. I throbbed harder as I rubbed and kneaded each beautiful cheek, then watched my penis make contact and pushed until my balls touched his buns. I shuddered as I blasted my jism. I came again, and again, and again, close to blacking out each time. I never softened. I had to stop, feeling the pain and frustration of priapasm, and Brad settled back prone when I rolled off. "Do you want a fuck?" he asked. I'd forgotten all about myself being penetrated. "I am not programmed except for you to sit." He opened his legs and I climbed on, my buns moving down, my asshole stretching wider as it slid over the robot's erection until my buns rested on his crotch. I was helplessly but pleasantly impaled. Brads hands grasped my torso, lifting me. His crotch sprang against my elevated cheeks, driving his long swollen member at piston speed. I expected him to be finished after his first ejaculation, but he continued until there were four more. I was fully spent and quite sore. I could take no more. I slept. I was softly shaken awake by Brad the next morning, telling me I had overslept and I must leave immediately.. I was in a daze most of the day. Nothing added up. Brad had to be a live boy. He could not be a robot. He had tenderness and feelings and a beautiful young body. I bet Regi hired a boy to play the part. In early afternoon, I could stand it no longer. I entered the bedroom, Brad was between the sheets, his head mostly hidden by a covering pillow. "Brad!" I softly called. |
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