Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 07:21:40 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Love and the Robot, Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Things stayed pretty much routine for the remainder of summer, then into
fall and winter. We had great sex and a lot of it too. People at work said
I was smiling more and somehow more agreeable and less
confrontational. Things at work about the family open-house 'incident' died
down until I stopped hearing anything about it. I think at one point they
were ready to offer Kevin a job until they found out he was just a kid.

Kevin had a couple of photo sessions here in San Diego. I got invited to
one of them on Saturday October 1st, they started at 10am, we were supposed
to arrive at 9am for costuming and make-up. They picked this time to offer
Kevin a six-month extension on his contract, which my attorney said was
highly unlikely in this industry, so I guess his body was selling shorts
and skateboards quite well. I felt secretly complimented but kept my mouth
shut, Kevin was indifferent since he had little to spend money on
anyway. His stash of cash at home had ballooned with this money and his
work money to $32,000.00 over sixteen months. Not too bad for a teenager!

When we arrived at the studio everyone got right to work. Since this was
the same crew as the past several shoots they all knew the routine and
where to go, who to listen to, and what to ask to move things along. Speed
was in everyone's best interest so Kevin was motivated to get ready fast
and try to anticipate what was coming next and do it without waiting for
the director.

Surprisingly when we arrived there were minimal observers even though all
the previous sessions had also been on weekends. He walked into the
dressing area and stripped to his underwear then stood around waiting on
costume and make-up. Make-up was first to arrive. They turned on the lights
and started setting up. All their stuff was in one large roll-around tool
box.

He was swarmed by two make-up artists. One did his hair while the other did
the make-up. They started with his back and chest, powdering to reduce
glare from lighting and skin oils. She hand painted his nipples making them
a darker red. He laid back in the barbershop style chair with his hands
behind his neck while she painted his body. Next she colored the inside of
his belly button. There was still no hair on his lower stomach to deal
with, but she colored the inside of his belly button to control how it
looked in photos. This was to avoid the appearance of a white round spot on
the shots.

He had minimal hair in his armpits which was combed and sprayed to keep it
in place. Now they did his face, again to reduce glare. His hair was done
quickly and sprayed profusely.

By the time make-up was done, the costumers were nearby. They also worked
out of large luggage type cases with stacks of similar board shorts,
skateboards, and sunglasses.

Kevin stood for their work, what looked like a male-female duo. They spoke
very little. By now the crowd of watchers had grown to about ten people,
mostly ladies. Kevin lifted one foot onto a short stool while still
standing. Then when the costume guy spoke he set both feet on the floor and
slid his underwear down to his knees so the man could tape his d*ck to the
side of his upper thigh, sort of under his scrotum. Then he helped Kevin
pull up his underwear. He handed over the first shorts for the shoot. Kevin
pulled them on and stood still so the costume people could arrange his
waist and make sure his penis didn't show.

Today they were using painted scenery as backgrounds, views of inner city
skate parks, very urban, very not safe or clean looking. Very industrial,
covered in graffiti. There was one ramp already set-up in front of one
backdrop which he was to ride to the top, fly above and back down on his
board. There was a 50 inch monitor on a cart for the account executives to
watch what shots were being done.

They also had some green screen shots. I tried to count shutter clicks but
it was way too fast to keep track. I estimated they took almost two
thousand photos before 1pm. After the final session he went back to make-up
and got out of his costume shorts and stood around while the director
reviewed their work, which could take another hour. They also shot video of
everything he did, even when having his di*k taped to his leg.

With about twenty people watching the make-up guy had him strip to
un-secure his limp rod then he stood there naked, smiling and joking with
the crowd of mostly female observers while they looked for his underwear
and street clothes. I prayed he'd stay limp, which he did. He did a decent
job of not making eye contact with me during the whole session.

Finally around 2:15pm there was a swell in the noise. Lights started
getting shut off, scenery was starting to roll away for storage, the
make-up people started packing it in, as the director walked over to Kevin
and told him they got all the shots and video they wanted, he was free to
leave, shook his hand, glanced his body once over and left.

By this time Kevin had dressed himself into his own shorts and was leaning
back in the barber chair, no shirt on, arms and hands behind his head,
armpits wide open to the ceiling, and a large ridge clearly visible in his
shorts because of how they pulled tight when he slid down in the chair. We
headed for the door, I tossed him his shirt. I handed him his sunglasses
while we were waiting on the bus which he wore the rest of the way home,
along with a Padres cap, a nice tank-top and shorts. Nobody recognized him
on the way home. He said he's been spotted at work a few times so far but
wasn't bothered much.

We got home kinda early so we decided to catch an early movie then home by
9pm. It was a long day. The time we spent at the studio was mind numbing
even with several hours of watching a super-hot model. I had a boner off
and on the entire time.

----

That evening was about what I had come to expect for us. We watched sports
on ESPN keeping up with the remainder of the baseball season and the
starting NFL Chargers season. Kevin moved around to laying on his back with
his head on my lap. I laid my right hand on his chest to enjoy toying with
his large tits and silky smooth skin. He would occasionally rub the back of
his head on my crotch teasing me while the NFL update was on the TV.

I had two beers and made a few trips to the bathroom, Kevin came with me
each time to sit on the sink counter to watch while I pee'd. I think some
cyborgs are somewhat curious about human bodily functions. Back on the sofa
I plugged the cord in the top of his head while we watched the rest of the
news on ESPN-2.

----

Sunday was just another day for us. We both went to the skate park where we
were becoming regulars, calling many of the boarders and their parents by
name now. Kevin was becoming a hero in the park being a local celeb and all
with his almost naked photos displayed on full page ads in several national
magazines, in online video, and on a few billboards around San Diego. The
crowd at the park was mostly like a big extended family that respected him.

There were a few times some of the younger riders would ask for his
autograph, but those were rare. Mostly, he was just another local
kid. Today we ran into Scott, which was totally unplanned.

I've learned that Robco units can ping each other across a network over
wifi if they make their presence known to each other. Otherwise they have
no idea who else nearby is mecha. Scott and Kevin are open to each other,
unfortunately there is no wifi in the park, so I know Scott's arrival was a
coincidence.

Before long they were both shirtless and very busy trying to ride in
parallel. Today they were working on riding down some railings and jumping
over stairs. This kept up for a few hours when they both started to look a
bit low in the voltage department so we decided to leave around 3pm. Scott
came along stating he had to leave by 8pm, home by 9pm.

I still have never met his family, Kevin has one time. His family knows
Kevin is also a Robco unit.

Back at home everyone showered alone, they also did some basic maintenance
and plugged-in. A few weeks ago I purchased two more chargers for times
when we're all in the living room and everyone is low in power. Their
internal nukes don't charge well. They're intended to act as burst power
for high usage periods. At night the internal nuke can raise a charge state
from 60% to 80% overnight in low stand-by mode, but the chargers can do 10%
per hour per charger. Each Robco unit has two ports which works out to
about 20% charge per hour with both lines being used. Using the special
base unit, which comes with each Robco, it's more like 19% per hour and
includes data back-up and full access to the Robco reference library.

I ordered a delivery pizza while the boys watched a music video channel
intended for a younger gay male audience. When Scott is over we seldom
watch ESPN.

Pizza arrived at 4:30pm. I ate while the boys sipped coffee laying back on
the sofa, wires into toes, wearing only gym shorts. I sat sideways eating
slice after slice of a small thick crust with cheese, pepperoni, sausage,
and onions, then I brushed my teeth twice.

I found myself staring across their bodies on the sofa next to me as I sat
sideways with my legs crossed leaning into the arm/corner of the sofa. They
were a thing of beauty to watch, both looking totally lifelike. One would
never know these were cyborgs without an xray machine or a metal
detector. They say there is some slight radiation leakage too but I have
nothing to measure it with.

By 5:30 I was getting bored, one can only take so much dance music with
commercials for designer clothes. Thank God the ads Kevin is in are not on
TV so far.

I went to my room to look at my notes for Monday morning at work. Not too
long after I got busy I heard the TV get quiet, so did that end of the
condo.

Then I heard someone walk to Kevin's bathroom presumably to grab a bath
towel. We only have these huge towels that could double as a small blanket
if needed, they're thick and soft. After another ten minutes I went to the
kitchen to get myself something to drink. While the glass was filling under
the RO faucet I glanced in the living room. The lights were all off except
one on the dimmer in the ceiling over the TV. The sofa looked empty.

On the floor in front of the TV I saw a corner of the large red towel and
three bare feet in a pile, moving to the beat...

I went back to my room glancing down the hallway but saw nothing.

Ten minutes later Scott wandered into my room, naked, with his enormous ten
incher sticking straight out. He walked behind me laying his hands on my
shoulders messaging there and down the front towards my chest, which always
gets me hot when someone massages my tits just right, which he knows how.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I reached for my glass to
gulp down what remained of my cold RO water. By now Scott had my ear in his
mouth and my nipples between his fingers gently massaging my tits, very
gently rubbing his finger tips sideways across my nipples, slowly side to
side. I grew instantly hard in my old USC gym shorts.

Next he gently turned my head moving his mouth across my cheek to my lips
as we both sucked and stretched each others lower lip, then in one
explosive moment we switched to tongues pressed inside each others. His
hands moved up to the sides of my head, like mine did too after blindly
setting the glass by the keyboard.

Our positions changed in the heat of passion as I rose to my feet, Scott
pushed my shorts off my legs which landed on my bedroom floor
somewhere. Next thing he was pulling me by my dick into the living room, to
the floor a few feet in front of the TV where Kevin laid on his back arms
stretched upward inviting me to join him.

As his arms were extended towards me I looked him over. His bone laid
across his belly pointing towards his belly button, his large tits were
calling me home, as I slowly lowered to him I saw his left tit inflate
extending it's feeding stub towards me calling me to nurse at mommy's
breast like always.

As I nursed and Kevin massaged my head, Scott lowered to his knees, bent
over and started licking my rosebud, ramming his tongue deep inside me,
which was heavenly. I started to moan in the intense pleasure on both ends.

I pulled up slightly stretching Kevin's teat giving me enough clearance to
see across his chest to the other tit, the base of his neck, his collar
bones, and his nearly hairless armpits.

Like Kevin, Scott's tongue is extra long, much longer than a gifted human
would be, but during normal conversation you can't tell. He started
actually screwing me from behind with his tongue which was very nice, very
nice. I could about hardly stand it, the sensation was so intense.

Finally he pulled out and rammed-in the real thing, all ten inches of
it. It felt rubbery on the outside but firm and slightly painful on the
inside as he stretched me to accommodate his great size.

Like a rabid-horny teenager, he did me from behind with a speed and energy
he reserved for only special occasions. I jerked so much I had to release
the teat with my lips, lest I accidentally rip it off, or worse, yet, bite
it off in a jolt of pain and pleasure.

I collapsed on top of Kevin feeling his log next to mine between our
bellies.

Scott worked me for about ten minutes then pulled out and shot all over my
back, shoulders, head, and even got one huge drop on Kevin's face right
next to mine. I counted six shots in all, he let out a gentle grunt with
each one, he jerked his hips forward trying to give them all a good send
off, as if he was screwing the air above my back.

After Scott pulled out he did something odd, he walked to the kitchen. I
heard a chair drag across the floor then something move across the counter,
two thuds in the sink and the water come on, then the sound of the sink
hose sprayer getting pulled out. Then the water sound changed to that of
sprayer instead of faucet.

I got up off Kevin walking across the room to see Scott sitting up on my
granite kitchen counter, naked as the day he was built, feet in the kitchen
sink, holding the sprayer over his lap scrubbing his dick with hand
soap. He smiled at me briefly as he held the hose with his left hand and
scrubbed between his legs with his right hand.

I walked to the small bathroom to get a towel tossing it on the counter
behind his butt.

Back in the living room Kevin told me he wanted to clean up but didn't want
to get totally wet like he would in the shower. With them both on the same
wifi they can send each other short text messages, something humans cannot
detect they are doing. Kevin smiled motioning me to join him on the towel
on the floor.

I laid on top, we pressed our mouths together in an act that more expressed
affection than pleasure, but it was both. Hard to imagine the feeling of
attraction one could get from a cyborg. Soon Scott returned wiping between
his legs with the towel I tossed him, smiling, hard. These cyborgs do have
a cowper's gland like humans so while their semen may be artificial, their
pre-cum is totally natural, salty, but otherwise flavorless and unscented.

Scott lowered to his knees next to us offering anyone his ten incher,
dripping ten incher. I pulled off Kevin because I could not resist this
piece of meat. While I laid on top, sliding slightly towards the kneeling
seventeen year old cyborg I took him in my mouth and Kevin took my left tit
in his mouth.

When my mouth muscles needed a break I went back to sucking face slowly
with Kevin while Scott rubbed the head all over the sides of our faces and
heads, in our ears, necks, hair, eyes, and cheeks. It was wonderful. I
could honestly enjoy him rubbing that thing all over me, all day
long... which gave me an idea...

Next, it was Kevin's turn to lead, so he slowly got from underneath me then
sat on my hips taking me inside him, slowly settling down, wiggling side to
side and front to back, making sure he was fully seated upon me. He was
totally lubed up like me from nearly 45 minutes of non-stop pre-cum ooze.

I grabbed his and started to glide my hand up and down his shaft while he
slowly rode me up and down, first in slower longer strokes and when he
found the right angle for his pleasure he started moving in shorter faster
bumps. Scott had moved around so he was kneeling by my head with his knees
on either side of my head, his rod laying across my face. He pressed it
down so I could kiss him or lick it.

This went on for about twelve minutes or so before Kevin got close to
climax. His was beat red and hard as steel, Scott was hard but not as
stiff. I was in agony needing release really soon. Then Kevin shoved his
chin up and stopped bouncing on me. He grabbed my hand pulling it away from
his boner. It aimed above my head towards Scott's stomach.

First one shot came out of him landing on my chest, then three more hit
Scott in the chest and belly where they started dribbling down towards my
forehead and hair, then three more smaller ones came out about one second
apart. Two landed on my chest, one filled my belly button to the top. He
took in a deep breath, slowly lowering his chin, eyes still closed, big
grin across his mouth.

He sat there on my hips briefly, not moving only smiling with his eyes
closed. Then raised his chin slightly making eye contact with me first then
Scott, "Thanks. I needed that," was all he could say.

Then he closed his eyes, lowered his chin to his chest while the three of
us stayed right there motionless and silent for at least a minute listening
to the sound of boy cum drip off Scott's belly onto my forehead and into my
hair. Scott slowly lowered back onto his heels while I gently rubbed
Kevin's thighs.

Kevin slowly pulled off me rising to his feet while Scott moved around to
lay beside me end to end. He pressed his bone towards my face, which I
gladly accepted, he took mine in his mouth and using his hands he worked me
to a rapid orgasm, which shot the entire thing down his throat. When it
started, I think he felt the swelling of my head and became still with just
the head between his lips sipping up each shot I made for him. When it
subsided he spun around to suck face with me, the only way I could taste
actual organic semen.

Soon after Kevin returned to the room after taking a quick shower. Then I
went to my bathroom, both boys followed.

Before I could turn on the water I got what became known as the San Diego
Junior Fire Department treatment once again as the two emptied their urine
tanks on my body. We got showered, washing each other. I think Scott's
crotch got cleaned at least four times. He liked the attention. I took the
time to nurse on his Kisses shaped nipples for a few moments in the
process. He likes that attention too but not as much as Kevin does.

By 7:30 we were dressed sitting at the kitchen table talking about
plans. Scott let it rip that one of his owners was sick and in the
hospital, he should probably go home now to answer phone calls. Kevin went
to my room for train fare and rode to within one block on his place on the
trolley/train and the bus then came back about 90 minutes later. We all
went to bed.

----

Monday morning he said things were bad at Scotts place, he'd probably go
there today. I reminded him we have one more photoshoot in two weeks to end
his contract extension. He said it was on his calendar. The last one would
be in San Fransisco as their biggest skate park.

Work was like normal. Home was like clockwork. Kevin still tried to greet
me every day sexually. I gotta admire his sense of adventure. My favorite
to date was the BJ right inside the front door. One time when it was cold
out and we both wore jackets he met me at the trolley station near work
then slid his hand down my pants on the way home since nobody could see
because of my briefcase and our jackets. It was hard to act like nothing
was going on, staring out the window the whole time.

I had to keep reminding myself he was only a machine running software and
would only last about ten years or so.


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