Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 06:02:07 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Love and the Robot, Chapter 13

Chapter 13, Conclusion.

Monday night Kevin got a text message from Scott that his father was in the
ICU with bad heart disease and COPD, he was on a breathing machine and no
longer responsive, his blood pressure was very low and heart rate was
slowly dropping, he was getting rather gray looking.

We offered to go to the hospital but Scott said, 'NO, do not come,' via a
reply message over the internet.

Kevin got a visitor at work, the photographer guy came in to eat handing
him a business card from another client of his wanting Kevin to try-out to
be an underwear model for Dolce & Gabbana. He took the card agreeing to
look into it.

We started making plans for the trip to San Fransisco in just under two
weeks, the weekend after next weekend really. We'd fly up and back, stay at
a hotel near the media center they rented for the occasion. The actual
shoot was in a rented industrial building in Daly City just three blocks
from I-280. Luckily it was an easy drive from the airport.

-+-

We got a call from Scott around 3am that his owner died of respiratory and
heart failure from a life of heavy smoking at age 44 and from overall bad
health. He thought his remaining owner didn't want him around and might
sell him back to Robco.

Kevin and I had a quick conversation and messaged him back to tell her that
we would buy him as-is, cash, immediately. We didn't hear back.

-+-

Two days later the funeral was over, she had been in touch with the Robco
store, they offered about half what they paid for him but said they would
have his memory wiped. Scott cried. He told his owner, the wife of the
actual owner about a higher offer from Kevin's family, he said she was very
interested.

Two hours later I rode the train/trolley to the airport to rent a car, then
drove to my bank to withdraw some cash, then drove to Scott's home, which
was an older house a few blocks from the skate park. Nervously I walked up
to the door pushed the button, lowered my chin and said a quick prayer.

I heard footsteps inside, Scott came to the door with red eyes and
messed-up hair. Things must have been really bad at their place. I saw a
box on the floor with his base unit wifi router just like Kevin came with,
along with the IR remote and one extra charger that plugs in the wall, plus
the original certificate of ownership and the stand-by mode chip.

I was escorted to the living room.

Gina Bale was his acting mother figure who didn't want to be called
'mother' by anyone. She was totally disinterested in having Scott around,
"it was my husbands toy you see," was all she said with a tone of disgust.

"Are we in agreement then to the price and terms?"

"What were they again?" She said reaching for a glass which probably held a
vodka based cocktail with one olive.

"I offered fifty thousand, non-refundable, as-is, that's it."

"You have the cash?"

"Right here." I said patting my thigh but the actual money was in an
envelope under my shirt in the back.

"Fine then, you can take it with you. Just sign the 'hold harmless and
privacy thing' on the table please."

I reached behind me struggling to lift up my shirt, pulling out two packets
of cash, handing it to Scott who looked scared but winked at me slightly,
took the packets, walked them across the room to Gina, handing them to her.

She opened the first one and started counting. "It's all there, the bank
counted it in front of me three times, here's the slip." I handed Scott the
withdrawal slip copy, timed and dated about one hour ago. He handed it to
her then stepped away.

Gina rose to her feet, offered her hand shake to Scott. They shook but she
remained silent tossing the envelopes on the coffee table by her
legs. Scott walked to the front hallway picking up the box turning to stare
at me.

We all sort of stood there in an awkward silence briefly, "I guess we
better get going then." I glanced at Scott who was trying not to make eye
contact with anyone. I walked to the door, she kept her distance at the far
end of the hallway. I stepped outside, Scott followed carrying his box of
stuff.

When we got to the sidewalk he turned to head for the trolley station, "No,
in here son." I motioned to get in the car. He looked surprised but walked
to the door waiting for me to figure out how to unlock it from the drivers
side.

A few seconds later it clicked, he lifted up on the handle and slid inside
with the box on his lap.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"Where's all your stuff?"

"She said it's her's now, she's going to sell my stuff on eBay or give it
to charity." We stared at each other briefly, both of us knew that was a
royal jackass thing to do, but she did have the right to, just not the
reason.

"Okay, let's go then. We drove to the condo building in near silence. I
pulled into the circle drive, took the box from Scott setting it on the
floor behind the desk of the doorman, who was now the night guy. Back in
the car I drove to the rental place to return the car, then we took transit
back to the condo.

On the trolley I put my arm over the seat-back behind Scott, he mostly
stared off in the distance. Back at home we stopped to inform the doorman
that Scott would be living with us for the foreseeable future. They
switched his status entry from visitor to resident in their computer and
re-scanned his BIC.

Upstairs they met with a long embrace but no emotion really, two machines
in love. I went to my room. The boys went to Kevin's room.

I pulled up the closest store online on my bedroom computer. I ordered a
larger bed for their room and a bigger coffee pot for the kitchen, and
about ten more towels for their bathroom. Then I logged into the Robco site
and registered Scott as being my property now. The main thing I needed were
the numbers off the remote control unit and the standby chip that plugs in
their head port, they hand it to you when you buy one. You plug the chip
into your computer, that completes the transfer of registration.

This is when I saw all his design specs. I ordered a repair of his GPS
hardware and some adjustments to his software. I purchased a bachelors
degree in mass media arts from Robco via the University of Tokyo which
would download when he plugged himself into his own base unit, which I am
sure is being set-up by Kevin right now, without being asked. That's how
Kevin is by himself, everything in it's place, and clean too.

-+-

We didn't speak the rest of the night. I went to work the next morning like
usual. It felt weird knowing I just spent $50k on a second cyborg like it
was no big deal, which it is for me. Just go online and look at my
EarthBank retirement account balance now!

On the way home from work I was somewhat wondering what I may encounter at
home, first time I left home with two teenage boys 'off leash' in my place
all day, unsupervised. I never used my phone to monitor Kevin's status at
work.

Jose' was near the end of his work day too when I arrived. He seemed to
know something was up inside the condo, he had me leave my sport coat,
phone and brief case with him downstairs at the doorman desk.

When the elevator door opened on the 21st floor there was a San Diego Fire
Department sign taped to our door but it had been modified to read SDJFD
instead, which can only mean one thing.

With eyes on the floor I saw a clear plastic tarp covering the floor just
inside the door. Scott and Kevin stood side by side, boners in hand aiming
at me about four feet from the door. I pushed it shut with my foot trying
hard not to smile. Then it started.

Wearing my shirt and tie, $90 slacks and cash in pocket but cellphone
downstairs in my briefcase, I got the fire department treatment as the boys
emptied their tanks of cyborg pee all over me. We all laughed but I got
really turned on by the reception.

One thing lead to another which lead to another. My clothes ended up on the
plastic tarp, soaked. I was pulled to the bathroom where they essentially
took turns fucking me in the shower, each one came twice.

I was sore, drenched, pissed on, dripping cum down my legs, some streaks of
blood too. I felt like I just got raped by a buffalo. I came once without
ever touching myself. They scrubbed me from head to toe, handed me a warm
towel, got me into my favorite gym sweat pants and shirt, off to the
kitchen where my dinner was in the microwave, then I got to eat on the sofa
with cable TV on playing a re-run of Kevin's Go-Go boy competition.

While that was going on, Kevin laid Scott on his back on a large bath towel
in front of the TV and did him right there in front of me so I could watch
while I was eating my dinner. How hedonistic!

They got dressed and cleaned up the whole mess. Scott went down to the
lobby to get my stuff while I cleaned up my dinner mess.

I inspected Kevin's room to find he set-up Scott's master
charger/modem/wifi unit just like his but on the other side of the bed and
cleared out half his closet and half his dresser for Scott. Then he handed
me $2000 in cash to order a laptop on my credit card, which I did right
away.

Just before bed I motioned for Kevin to come see me. I closed my bedroom
door and whispered as I handed him the cash back to him asking him to start
a savings account envelope for Scott in his room, like he had for
himself. He nodded in agreement and thanked me with a sloppy wet kiss and a
hug.

I went to bed that night feeling really good about what I was doing.

-+-

The next day at work I noticed a new photo in my cell I hadn't taken. Seems
when Scott went downstairs to get my stuff after he moved-in he took a
photo of his boner while riding back up in the elevator.

Next week on the way home from work I ran into Scott, alone at the train
station near work. He had gone to the Robco store alone on the bus for some
of the upgrades and service I ordered. He told me there was nothing wrong
with his GPS it was all corrected via software. They also installed his
education and fixed his eyesight problem too. His voice sounded a little
older a little more mature. We walked for a block arms over shoulders. On
the trolley he wiggled around with his jacket for a while and after a
minute or two I felt his hand slip sneakily into my pocket, pushing it over
my thigh where he gently grasped my dick and held it gently the rest of the
way home. Nobody near us could see his arm since he pulled it out of the
sleeve but left it on his lap as if he had his hands together.

For dinner that night I had pasta and cock, Scott standing by the table,
naked, boner, trying his best to keep his junk at the bottom of my bowl as
I ate and occasionally used his meat as a large spoon to stir up my
meal. After dinner I orally cleaned him up slowly licking from end to
end. Kevin was at work tonight.

-+-

This weekend we flew to San Fransisco as planned, leaving Scott home
alone. The boys have phones to talk/text whenever. I would have taken him
along but the flight was sold out and the hotel was too.

We took a taxi to the studio, which was in a dumpy looking part of town. We
climbed the stairs and saw a bunch of chairs with about ten other similarly
sized young men sitting waiting for their turn in front of the
camera. Listening to the conversation in the room seems Kevin was the only
one with family in tow, the rest came with their agents or an attorney. I
hoped I didn't jeopardize his chances by not doing the same thing.

When it was Kevin's turn he was next to last. Everyone on the set looked
tired. They handed him a tiny piece of underwear to slip into and come
right back. The costume guy motioned to a small wooden door with the icon
for Men's Room, but Kevin stripped right there totally nude, slipped on the
underwear and boasted about being ready. I was shocked by him having a
semi-hard dick that laid across his groin like a giant Polish sausage or
something. There was a verbal noise level in the room as the entire crew
stopped to stare at his enormous bulge and naked beauty.

He was escorted to the X made of gaffer's tape on the floor, this was his
mark.

Then came the cameras and with no make-up they started shooting hundreds of
photos and video the whole time. Gradually I saw his dick started to
deflate over time. By the time he was halfway over, it was laying on top of
his nutsack like normal.

They had a young lady standing by the camera operator talking with him,
engaging his mind and making different expressions appear on his face so
they could see the range he was capable of. She cracked jokes, told dirty
stories, and talked like someone half her age with Kevin. He really seemed
to warm up to her. Forty minutes later they said he could leave, they'd
send him a letter either way. Then she said he could keep the underwear.

He walked out the the waiting room wearing only the underwear, which halted
all conversation out there while he got dressed and I handed him his
clothes. I was so proud of him being totally himself, like a real teenager,
highly animated, very intelligent, horny, always ready to f*ck, make love,
be adorable, and show up for work on-time. Made me wonder what Scott would
turn out to be like.

That night Kevin showed me his phone, Scott drew a face on the head of his
d*ck and texted a copy of the photo to Kevin, we had a great laugh over
that one.

We caught a taxi for the hotel then flew back the next night. Scott was
waiting for us at the airport. I got him a monthly pass like mine and
Kevin's. Seems weird but all his navigation problems seem to have
disappeared!

-+-

The boys took time off from skating for a while since Scott didn't want to
go anywhere near his former residence. We saw online the announcement of
his owners passing, he was an insurance executive with a taste in men
similar to mine. He left nothing for Scott. The man's wife didn't even give
Scott his belongings, so Kevin bought him a new skateboard anyway they also
went out to buy clothes during the day two days this week.

They found another skatepark online on Friday and wanted the three of us to
go there Saturday on the north side of San Diego, close to where most of
the Gay bars are.

We ended up at La Mesa park on the north-east side, in the city of La Mesa
right off the 125 freeway. It has a totally different design than the one
near Scott's old home. I feared someone would get injured since the
geometry would be totally changed. And that's exactly what happened.

Kevin went way too fast on a wall, sailed up in the air then fell backwards
breaking his left arm. At first he stared at the deformed arm as if he
didn't understand what happened. Scott ran to his side ripping off his
shirt to cover the arm and move him away so few people would see his lack
of pain response. He escorted Kevin towards me and the exit gate. I saw
them approach with Kevin looking badly. Luckily there was no bleeding.

We headed for the nearest ER according the map on my phone. I agreed to pay
by credit card on the spot for a hefty discount. They x-rayed his arm,
which out there looked like any human's arm. He has no wires or tubes in
his forearm.

When the doctor came in the room he said they would straighten the bones
and sedate him for the procedure and give him pain meds. I slid the door
shut and informed him that wouldn't be necessary since Kevin was a rather
expensive state of the art cyborg. The doctor smiled, scratched his head,
nodding yes, and walking over to listen to his chest with the
stethoscope. Yep, no heartbeat or breathing!

When he was done listening to him not breathe I lifted Kevin's foot showing
him the port on the bottom of his right big toe. The doctor said he'd done
one of these before, it really un-complicates things this way. They got
set-up immediately, Scott helped. The Doc pulled on his arm while Scott
held him back into the ER cart. With a tiny click the bone went right back
into place. The doc left the room, Kevin's arm got a little swollen and
red.

The x-ray guy came back to re-shoot his forearm. About ten minutes later it
suddenly appeared on the TV screen on the wall. The doctor returned with a
Velcro soft split and discharge instructions. His arm went into a sling, he
advised we follow-up with Robco Medical online immediately after getting
home, keep it elevated and iced. I paid the registration person with my
credit card, and we got on the bus for home.

I sent Kevin to bed at home with a cold pack and a gentle hug. Scott and I
went online to record the injury.

The Robco guy online said he would send a temporary order via the net to
Kevin to restrict his use of that arm, which is why the doctor did not
apply a plaster splint, software works almost as good. The software patch
would expire around 12/23. I was to make sure Kevin was plugged in via his
base charger to get the patch in the next few minutes. Scott took care of
that then came back to my room.

That night Scott slept with me. He snores lightly in his sleep. Funny. I
never heard a peep out of Kevin at night. You know, internally these
cyborgs are still mostly flesh and blood like us, he just has a computer, a
tiny reactor, batteries, networking, titanium frame, and a weird
circulation and digestive system.

-+-

This was slowly getting to be rather expensive having two teenage boys in
the house. Scott was improving slowly as the effect of suddenly having a
college education on his behaviors became more obvious to us.

Two months later Scott was hired at the Deli down the street, same as
Kevin, but they worked different days for now. The owner knows they're
BFF's and very gay. Kevin will train Scott.

We got the letter from the photographer that Kevin was being offered the
modeling contract from Dolce & Gabbana. I gave him my lawyers office fax
number to give them. Kevin seemed unimpressed by the news, same with
Scott. They just watched the gay youth music video/fashion channel together
holding hands on the sofa.

-+-

For Christmas this year I had a big surprise for the boys that I kept
secret until early December. Up to now, having Scott in our home was easy,
he was about as low maintenance as any person could be. The injuries
stopped for now, so did the drama. In October they started going back to
the old skate park. They walked past his old house seeing a Realtor sign in
the yard, Gina had moved and left no word for him. That whole thing was
totally over for him now. He still spoke nicely about his former owner but
never revealed any of their personal moments, at least never in front of
me.

I talked to Deborah at the Deli about their work schedules and the surprise
trip they had no idea was coming. She agreed to schedule them around my
plans and not reveal the secret. She's fantastic!

December 20th arrived, it was a Tuesday morning. I got up at the normal
time like I was going to work. As always Kevin was up too cooking for me,
naked as usual. That's when I launched my surprise.

"Kevin, honey come here please."

We normally don't talk much on workday mornings since we're all about doing
our stuff quickly and quietly. He walked over with the look of surprise and
happiness. I grabbed his hips pulling him in close to me, seated at the
table in my usual spot.

Leaning over I took the head of his limp dick in my mouth and sucked him to
hard, he looked down gently running his fingers through my hair. It was a
very tender moment for us.

Pulling off I looked him in the eyes, "Is there something you'd like for
Christmas honey?"

"No not really. Everything I want is right here or asleep in bed still." He
said with a gentle smile on his face and I knew he meant it.

"Can I do something for you two for Christmas?"

"Sure, what you got in mind Rob?"

"What's your charge status?"

"Right now I'm 92% and ..." he turned to look down the hallway, then in
about three seconds he looked back at me in the eyes, he's at 89%. Thanks
for asking."

"Is there anything you would like to do today if we were all together?"

"Clothes on or off?"

"On, then off later."

"Don't you have to go to work today?"

"Nope!" I said with an evil grin that told him I had something planned but
I was trying to get him to make a guess. In his case cyborgs don't make
guesses they make estimates. We've argued that endlessly!

"It would be nice to try something new or something we haven't done in a
while."

"Good, same with me. Why don't you get Scott up, both of you dressed casual
but neat, pack a day bag with swimsuits, tan lotion, some cash, a change of
clothes then meet me in the living room."

He turned to walk out the kitchen. I watched his naked butt wiggle as he
left the room. I headed for the living room to check our airline status and
limo ride status, it was due in 45 minutes! Jose knows what's going on
since he has our big suitcase already packed sitting by his desk.

Ten minutes later I heard the shower start, twenty minutes after that the
boys emerged, cleaned up nicely, day pack strap over Scott's shoulder since
Kevin's arm is still in a Velcro splint which is due to be stopped on
December 23rd.

I got up to my room and did the same. The boys sat on the sofa pressed into
each other watching GYMFTV (Gay Youth Music-Fashion TV).

They had the look of a million questions on their faces. I told Kevin to
pack four chargers and get ready to leave. I pressed the button on the
security monitor, I could see Jose was loading the suitcase into the back
of the limo in the circle outside the front door. Within 45 seconds we were
ready. Off went the lights, out the door we went into the elevator.

Scott started to ask questions. I told him to be patient it would all
become clear really soon. He looked worried, Kevin smiled knowing I like to
do sudden surprise things that he has always liked.

We got in the limo heading for the airport. When we got close it became
more obvious what was up. They both looked excited.

In 50 minutes we boarded a Hawaiian Airlines Boeing for Honolulu. These new
supersonic jets haul ass. Instead of the old five or six hours across the
ocean it now takes ninety minutes at 75,000 feet up.

At the Honolulu airport we got in another limo for the north shore of
Oahu. We walked into a small three story wood building over looking the
Pipeline with an unobstructed view of the ocean on one side and Ke Nui Road
and Sunset Beach Elementary School on the other side. There were two small
cafe's nearby and lots of warm ocean water. The big waves were just
starting. I hired a trainer to teach them how to surf, it took about four
days to really get the hang of the smaller waves.

I sat in the sand watching most of the time but I did sit near the edge of
the water and one time swam out when the waves and lateral beach currents
had a low day. But to get into the water straight out from our hotel room
you had to walk up the beach to the west about 500 feet then swim out like
crazy and still end up way east of the beach parking lot! But we had fun
either way, we got totally pruny and we all lost weight. The boys had a
great time. I ordered delivery every night, drank some wine and had a large
cask of coffee delivered every morning from over at the only local
Starbucks in Haleiwa (ha lee EE wah).

(Author's note: In Hawaiian, every letter is pronounced, there are mostly
no silent letters.)

I did get some decent footage of the boys riding about ten foot waves
ashore. Nobody got hurt. We stayed there for Christmas and left on the 26th
of December in the same white limo.

Our next stop was Waikiki (WHY kee kee) a section of Honolulu near the big
beach that faces mostly west. We stayed at the Sheraton Waikiki until
January 6th when we flew home same as the trip here on board the new Boeing
supersonic jet.

On New Years eve we went to a club on the strip but they were strictly
carding and refused Scott and Kevin, so we went to ABC Store to get a case
of beers to drink. It wouldn't do them any good except for knowing they had
beers since they don't absorb anything by mouth except for replenishing
substances for making sim pee or semen, which is taken in by mouth. There
are no intoxicants for cyborgs, 'cept maybe a good charge.

That's okay, I'd have theirs too!

That night we shut off all the lights, so the only light came in the
windows, our room overlooked the beach. There was a lot of light from the
street twenty stories below us. That night we showered and smelled nice
with cologne wearing the shaggy white robes that come with the room.

10:15pm New Years Eve

Sometimes our essentially three-way relationship can get
complicated. Luckily their software forces them to assume I am not a threat
at all unless I trigger a damage avoidance alert routine, which Kevin has
mostly turned off with me, but not entirely just in case of an accident or
a fire.

Tonight was no exception. I finished my pizza, they watched TV on the sofa
in their robes. Both boys looked so hot in their robes and bare legs and
bare chests on display down the center of their upper bodies. I had some
ideas but kept them in check until later.

Since Scott moved-in we've probably done everything sexually that three
males can do. All that was left now was new situations and shuffling things
around to make them more exciting.

11:10pm

I had all my stuff done, so I got up walked to the TV and turned it up a
little louder. They looked at me funny because I usually turn it down at
home. Then I walked up to the sofa and sat on the floor between their knees
to watch with them. This time of night it's pretty much non-stop dance beat
music videos with one commercial break an hour. They were both plugged in
by their toes.

Then I got up for the bedroom. We got a suite with a large bedroom, two
bathrooms and a kitchen, with a hot tub by the deck outside, yep a wood
deck twenty stories up! The place was plenty expensive. In the bedroom I
dug their remote controls from my bag, they had no idea I had them with
me. I checked their status via the remotes, both were about 99% charged but
still plugged-in. That's good we may need that tonight.

I opened another beer and went back to the living room area. I walked up
beside Kevin's knees offering my hand. Like a girl friend he daintily
placed his hand in mine but turned to look at Scott as he slowly stood
up. I loosened the rope holding his robe shut then did the same to mine. I
gently pulled him to the center of the dark living room then leaned in to
kiss him once. Then again a little longer. And again a bit longer. We
slowly pressed our naked bodies together feeling everything on the front
side of each other, which felt nice. He was so totally silky smooth and
warm.  I was a bit hairy but I kept it mostly shaved, like I did today from
ears to thighs, front and back.

We let our tongues invade each others mouths as we gently slow danced into
each other and started to rock side to side to the beat of the music on
TV. It was very romantic. The room mostly dark. Only some light from the
TV, the glass wall looking out over the ocean with some lights of distant
ocean freighters visible. Maybe a naval ship, maybe a sailboat mast. There
were stars galore too.

He kept his hands on my buttocks under my robe. I kept mine grasped behind
his back and sometimes on his shoulders from behind. We were both hard in
no time at all. Scott sat on the sofa watching, mouth agape. He's had sex
with more kids near his age from the skate park but since dating Kevin,
only him. And he's been with several older human men too I heard because of
his owner/father who would loan him to friends on occasion.

11:38pm

Kevin pulled back from me, turned to Scott holding out his hand like I did
which caused Scott to rise off the sofa like a ghost floating up smoothly
right into his arms. Then Kevin turned him to face me, gently pressed on
his lower back towards me where he took up the same spot as Kevin just
left. We slow danced and sucked face for a while to the beat of the music
on TV. It was nice, his body pressed into mine, his boner trying to slide
upwards to make it comfortable for him, that darn ten inch snake can be
hard to get into position easily sometimes. It often behaves like it has a
mind of it's own!

11:58pm

We all pulled together sharing tongues and slow dancing together. So far
Kevin was the only one to shed his robe. I rubbed my hand all over his back
and butt enjoying the silky warm flesh. Doing a three-way french kiss is no
small task.

When the midnight countdown started on the TV I dropped to my knees taking
both of them in my mouth while they slid their hands fast in and out trying
to cum at the same time.

Twenty

Nineteen

I about choked on the long sausage when Scott leaned in too far but it was
still good.

Thirteen

Twelve

Eleven

Ten

Nine

I felt the head on Kevin's swell as Scott stroked faster.

Three

Two, as Kevin started shooting his juices in my mouth which quickly
overwhelmed my pumps. One.

Happy New Year, Hawaii Time!

And then came Scott's flood. By now cum was dribbling down my chin as I
struggled to swallow but was way too much fluid for me to handle. Scott
pulled out shooting the final blast on my face at the bottom of my nose,
then smeared the head of his snake all over my face, all over everywhere,
in my hair, my ears, my nostrils, my left ear, my chin, my neck then back
to my lips.

By now Kevin left for the towels in the kitchen. He got to his knees like
me, right in front of me using a soft towel to wipe off my face with one
swipe, leaving plenty of juice here and there, then leaned in pressing his
lips into mine and sucked face like a lover would, hands behind my head,
softly moaning as we shared tongue and residual semen smeared between our
faces.

I was on my third beer.

12:05am

Something started making me laugh, not sure what it was. But this was a
most beautiful moment, I was just overcome with joy and affection for my
two mecha boys. I started to laugh, then Kevin did the same, then Scott got
on his knees too and started to laugh also.

I sort of fell forward into Scott landing on top of him, my mouth landing
on his. With my hands I spread open his robe then pulled mine. I could feel
his dick and nipples against my skin. We sucked face still trying not to
laugh.

I lifted off Scott running my fingers through his long blond hair, he
smiled softly, lovingly back into my eyes. I kissed him on the cheek. He
put his hands on my shoulders and pressed up and back so he could scoot out
partially from under me until his snake came into play again. I immediately
went down on it.

Kevin got up and pulled the coffee table over behind Scott for support then
went back to my legs and rammed his face-in shoving his tongue inside me
and did me that way from behind. I needed to cum again really bad.

After a while I was satisfied in my worship at the 'snake' and lifted my
hips back into Kevin who got my message and lifted up planting his dick in
the same hole. We rose to our knees, Scott went down on me and in no time I
came in his mouth. He got up to share it back with me mouth to mouth, which
he knows I like a lot.

12:35am

Then Kevin came again. We all collapsed onto the carpet holding onto each
other tightly rubbing hands and caressing each other like three cyborgs in
love.

12:52am

After a quick shower we all got in the hot tub and discussed the trip and
or plans. When I told them we were here until the 6th of January the boys
high fived each other and the conversation changed again to surfing lessons
on Waikiki Beach where the waves were less than half of the north shore,
this was much safer for them.

Around 1:45am we all went to bed on one of the two king size beds we had in
our room. Alarm time was 8am for breakfast at a Mexican place down the
street, then back to the hotel room, change into suits and head for the
beach before the main tourist crowd arrived.

January 5th

We spent the last day on the beach.

Okay, truth time. We spent most of our vacation on the beach. But we really
stayed on the sand most of the day today. The weather was fantastic. Sun
and clouds, 81 degrees, gentle wind from the north west.

Yesterday we saw Pearl Harbor, went to see the USS Arizona battleship,
essentially a sunken high school with the entire student body inside, and
for what? Pissed me off seeing it. I wanted to yell. It really made me
mad. WTF?  Who accomplished what by destroying a battleship packed with
teenagers? F*cking war. What we need to do is take the profit margin out of
war for all countries.

I started to cry but Kevin pulled me into him and held me while tears
leaked from my eyes. People stared at me, but I suppose I'm not the only
one to get mad then cry here. I wanted to write my president and insist
they stop killing people Now! Just stop the f*cking killing.

Sorry.

-+-

We rented boards today. Scott was doing the longboard thing with an oar,
Kevin was doing the shorter board, like me. Nice waves. Decent surf, six
footers, some taller, most a little shorter. They both made it to shore a
few times upright and intact. I was so proud. I did about the same, but not
as much. I had to keep telling myself, it's only software but there was so
much more to these machines. They knew joy and pleasure, affection and
sadness, pain and giving. How does one write software for those things?
Maybe the day when machines became self-aware had already past and the
thing they learned was love over self-preservation?

That night we had room service for dinner. I got a huge tank-o-coffee and a
large serving of pasta with meat sauce for myself. We shared some wine. We
took lots of pictures and spent hours in the hot tub. It's not one of those
106 degree tubs but more like 99 degrees warm tub so you can spend hours in
it if you like.

I had Kevin move so his titties stayed above water. He played along. Scott
gave us head underwater, which just don't work too well but it was worth
the time to do the research. They have an advantage over humans since they
don't have to breathe unless they're speaking or trying to shed some
internal heat or battery charging gasses.

We went to bed early.

January 6th

We got signed-out of the hotel around 10am, to the airport by 11am and back
on the ground in San Diego by 2pm, home by 3pm, showered, charged,
unpacked, house cleaned and back to normal by 6pm. The new bed was ready to
be delivered, so was their new dresser. They didn't know about either but
they got delivered tomorrow.

We spent another wonderful night side by side on the sofa switching between
ESPN-1 and GYMFTV, which I was slowly growing a tolerance for. I mean how
many videos by Madonna's great great grand daughter can a person watch in
one day?

-+-

I spent the rest of the new year like today, the three of us working hard
to get along in harmony. Makes me wonder if in the long term I am learning
how to get along with people that must do what I want and what this trains
me for long term relationships with actual humans.

My only conflict with these machines is their cost. Otherwise it is totally
legal in the USA to buy one and torture it daily. I show mine respect and
praise for being responsible and self-reliant. I suppose there is some
cultural bias in that but hey, it works. Three diverse beings, two of them
mecha get along just fine 96% of the time. We break no laws and contribute
to society.

I'm not looking forward to retirement day for either of them. I think Scott
will go first because of his deteriorated state from the previous
owner. Maybe it's karma that his original owner died young after neglecting
and abusing Scott, maybe? Who knows?

I see these two cyborgs just like real people but I know deep down inside
that they are my property, like a computer or a table lamp. I still treat
them with the respect I would for any human their age. They reflect it back
to me be trusting my intent and going along with the plan.

Scott never shuts off his Damage Avoidance routines like Kevin did. But who
knows what he endured before coming to us. I suspect Kevin knows some of
his secrets.

We have the best long talks, all nighters sometimes. We describe what it's
like to be human or mecha. We push our minds to find the words to describe
how we feel inside, how we think, what makes us tick, what makes us unique,
what causes our personality to be like it is. For each of us it's both a
lesson in language and a trip deep inside our minds looking for the simple
truths, what makes us real and different from everyone else.

As men our way of seeing the world is different from women. We joke that we
only have one side of our brains to use while women use both sides and run
circles around us but in the final moment before the grim reaper takes us
when brain analytic power doesn't matter we're all just people, all
struggling to understand ourselves and others. We raise kids and stare at
them in amazement how much we know them yet how little we really know
them. We all hide stuff.

I've thought a long time about my relationship with cyborgs and decided
basic respect, sort of like the Golden Rule, Do Unto Others, will be my
guide in life.

I know in eight more years I will have to see the end of Scott Bale and
Kevin Slone and thank God for the time we had. I hope I survive the
loss. Until then I want as much of those bodies as I can get. I think I'm
gonna keep their hard drives just in case.

Thanks for reading my story.

The End

Boris Chen, Yuma, Arizona.