Date: Wed, 01 Jan 2014 13:05:23 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Love and the Robot chapter 3

Chapter 3

The voices got closer. My heart was pounding my hands sweaty.

Salesguy: "Mr Slone, I want you to meet your new cyborg Kevin. Kevin, this
is Robert Slone your new owner."

I jumped to my feet and was immediately surprised by how large he was, just
an inch shorter than me. He looked like a young man. I was stunned by his
size and presence. With an almost Asian looking face and thick lips he
spoke.

K: "Mr Slone, I'm Kevin, you're cyborg." No hint of an Asian accent. His
speech was very clear and well enunciated. He sounded well educated but not
stuffy.

R: "Please, call me Robert or Bob or Rob, but not Mr Slone, please."

K: "Robert it is, sir." He reached out to shake my hand making eye contact
the whole time. We shook. His hand felt dry and coolish but not weird
cool. He was wearing a dark blue `Dark Side of the Moon' t-shirt and blue
jeans with black and lime green tennis shoes. He had a small plastic bag in
his left hand and a slight grin on his face.

I said, "Let's head out then." I turned to the door, Kevin was a few steps
behind me. He followed without speaking.

The robot store people watched from the front door window as we walked
quickly towards the nearest mall entrance, Kevin trying to stay by my
side. I fumbled for my device, walking a bit slower now I managed to summon
a cab with the all-taxi app.

R: "You in need of anything soon?"

K: "A good overnight charge is all. I haven't been charged since I left
Japan six days ago."

R: "Wow, this is so weird!"

"What's weird, me?"

"No, it's a weird conversation to discuss charging to feel better is all,
never anticipated talking about charging instead of going to a restaurant
or a bar or something."

"We could do any of those."

"You're not old enough to get into any bars so I think it's best if we got
home and you got a full charge."

We headed out the door walking to the taxi stop as one of the robotaxi cars
arrived with green checker paint job. I knew it was ours. We fit inside, he
closed the door like he'd been doing it since he was a kid. This was
amazing but I tried to keep a straight face.

After a few blocks Kevin spoke up saying, "Robert, what's that?"

He pointed to the dark brown vehicle in the next lane. "That's a UPS truck,
it transports packages to peoples homes and businesses six days a week. The
color is chosen for increased visibility and brand recognition." He nodded
but kept staring out the window. I assumed he never saw one in Tokyo or in
his programming. I knew he had an entire encyclopedia in his head, but I
wondered why he asked something so fundamental. Maybe he hadn't downloaded
the entire reference work yet.

Not too long we made it home to my apartment. I paid the cab-bot, we walked
to the doorman.

R: "Jose, this is my nephew Kevin, he's coming to live here while his
mother undergoes cancer treatments. Kevin, this is Jose. Jose, Kevin." They
smiled, shook hands and nodded at each other but mostly didn't speak. Kevin
never contradicted what I would say.

Jose had him scan his BIC into the building security system and took his
photo. I specified what access he had by himself and any medical issues. I
don't know if the doorman ever suspected he was not human. You can't tell
really with a brief encounter.

In the elevator I explained the need for the lies he would surely hear more
times from me, he should just play along. Kevin said it would be no
problem, he understood the stigma problems with having a cross generational
pleasure robot in tow publicly.

We got off the elevator on the 21st floor, walked to the door, swiped my
chip and walked-in. He was stuck in the hallway briefly examining how the
lock worked.

As we walked to his room I explained the birth ID chip (BIC) technology,
that he had one too, he was registered as a dependent of mine.

Kevin didn't respond much to seeing his room. I showed him the network ID
card in his closet on the wall, that he was not to share any of our
passwords. I showed him the plug-ins for charging and software upgrades.

He dropped his gym bag on the bed then walked to the window staring at the
view as if he was photographing and memorizing each structure. I left him
standing at the window. I went to the kitchen to nuke one of the deli made
one-person meals from the refrigerator. While it was cooking I headed for
my room to change into gym shorts and a tank top. I was so glad I didn't
have to work anytime soon.

I heard the microwave go DING as I walked into the bathroom to take a
quickie shower. I left the door open dropped my shorts and tank-top to the
counter. Stepped into the shower and did a quick once-over.

When I was done I got dried and dressed then walked to the kitchen.

Much to my surprise Kevin was sitting at the table in his shorts only,
reading a copy of a Tokyo newspaper, upside down. I glanced briefly at his
upper body, he ignored me focusing mostly on the paper.

R: "You know that's upside down?"

He looked up at me briefly as if examining and mapping my body like he did
with the San Diego view out his bedroom window, "I think Japanese is easier
to read upside down." Then he went back to reading. I sat at the other end
of the table eating minding my own business. "What are you eating Robert?"

R: "This is a deli Quickmeal from the place across the street from the
lobby, it's Italian, noodles, fettuccine, and chicken. It's a compromise
meal, too many carbs too much fat in exchange for lean meat and some
veggies too."

"Yeah I know you humans struggle with nutrition."

R: "How'd you know that?"

"I learned it. Not sure where, it's always been there I guess."

"How old are you?"

"Me? I'm 18."

"No, how physically old are you, how long have you been aware of your
surroundings?"

"Eight days now, you?"

"Me? About thirty two years."

He looked briefly at the ceiling and said, "eleven thousand seven hundred."

"Huh?"

He looked at me and smiled and went back to reading the Tokyo newspaper
upside down. I slid the San Diego UT (Union-Times) across the table towards
him. He seemed determined to finish reading the paper in Japanese.

I could only see him above the neck now which was fine since every square
inch of him was fantastic.

I was glad he wasn't obsessed with me and wanting to know what was going on
in the world.

"Let me ask you a question son, do you need a computer or do you do that
inside yourself?"

"I could use a laptop, I don't have entertainment and music and programs
like that inside."

"Do you have any preferences?"

"I prefer Android OS, a 13 inch laptop would do if you wanted to."

"We'll look online tomorrow."

"Thanks Robert."

"No problem, just let me know if you need anything. See the post-it notes
on the refrigerator?"

He turned his head laying the paper on the table on top of the UT-SD paper.

"That's where you write anything you might need, then I'll get it for you."

"Cool, thanks."

"You're welcome son."

He got up from the table walking into the living room to inspect the view
from the 21st floor looking towards Catalina Island and the ocean beyond. I
turned to watch him from behind. It looked weird to see an 18 year old in
my living room wearing blue brief underwear only, watching the skyline, not
breathing much at all.  His shape from behind looked wonderful. I turned to
finish my dinner.

Soon, Kevin came back on his own snatching the post it note off the
refrigerator door, and a pen from the counter to add some things he needed
to the list. I guessed that was what he was up to.

After he was done, he slid the note my way. It was a weird list.

powdered coffee creamer, non-sweetened.

water based sex lube.

bottled saline.

ginger ale.

Starbucks House Blend.

I asked what this was for if he doesn't eat.

"I don't make urine, the ginger ale is mostly for simulated piss and the
coffee creamer, saline and water based lube is for simulated semen." He
said he had enough from the factory for a week or so. Then he smiled at me.

I glanced at him, then slid the list back to him. Kevin smacked it back on
the door of the fridge.

"How long does it last until your semen starts to spoil inside you?"

"My body makes it as needed, it's good for a few days or more."

"Can you purge your lines and make some fresh?"

"Yep."

He got up from the table heading for the bathroom by his bedroom
door. Before he got out of the room I spoke louder at his back side, "What
about the Starbucks?"

>From down the hallway he shouted back to me, "I like the way it tastes."
Then I heard the sink start to run and the door shut in the hallway.

Three minutes later he came out without much of an expression except a
smile of contentment. I was finishing the last spoonful of Italian food
when Kevin walked up to me, presumably to clean up for me. He stuck two
fingers in the container to get some of the Alfredo sauce then set the
container on the table and rubbed the Alfredo in his belly button and all
around that hole, then he stood staring me in the eye. I looked back and
slowly leaned in sticking out my tongue.

I got instantly hard as I leaned into the most beautiful boys hairless
belly button to lick out the Alfredo sauce and the smears around the
outside on his ultra smooth hairless belly.

While I was working on his stomach he reached over my shoulder to get more
on his fingers, rubbing it on his left nipple. I raised off the chair and
immediately plowed my face into his soft squishy chest to suckle on his
left tit.

I felt something change on his chest in response to my feeding. His left
nipple only had grown a womanly teat in the center of his tit. I had been
suckling like a baby on his teat, licking and sucking, pulling it out, all
Kevin did was moan softly to himself.

When I pulled off, his dick was hard in his briefs the head all the way
past his hip. I could hardly wait.

Standing up beside the table I pushed a finger into his belly button then
into my mouth to taste it. I gently took his penis in my right hand pulling
him slowly towards the bedroom, he had a playful expression on his face.

I had my clothes off in seconds, turning around, Kevin had his underwear on
the floor, dick sticking straight out at me! I noticed he had it pointing
at me anywhere I walked in the room, his boner steered to follow me, but
only so far side to side.

I laid on the bed, Kevin climbed on top taking my dick into his mouth. His
boner in mine. We laid in 69 for a time working each others boners. He was
of course larger than me by a good inch maybe more.

I moved around and told him to face fuck me, which he immediately did. He
laid next to me sliding his dick into my mouth until his sparse pubes
pressed into my lips and nose. I briefly gagged, it was longer than I was
used to. I gagged a few times but he seemed comfortable with that.

Kevin grabbed my skull, wrapped his legs around my upper body and
forcefully humped my head, which was surrounded by his silky stomach and
arms and thighs. He humped my head like a machine and within maybe a few
minutes he came in my mouth.

His mecha cum was slightly sweet, but mostly without flavor, thick like
real cum and salty. It was just like real cum without the sperms attacking
your lips and gums but with a tiny hint of sweet. I loved it!

I wanted more!

Changing positions he looked excited, dick still sticking straight out
ready for action. I pulled his body towards me, burying my face in his
smooth belly licking and rubbing my face all over his soft warm body. I
couldn't get enough. I stayed there licking his abdomen and chest for an
hour it seemed. I couldn't stand to pull my face away from his flesh.

He finally got away from me, dick still erect. I watched. He motioned for
me to follow. We headed for my bathroom, into the shower where I turned on
the warm water, we hugged and sucked face under the shower nozzle.  I
rubbed my hands up and down his silky firm back. All the stuff was there,
ribs, shoulder blades, hips, buttocks, boner. This was bliss. I was lost in
heaven.

He gently pressed me back looked down at his groin aiming his dick at me,
then a fat stream of yellow piss came from the end of his dick at my belly,
then my chest and up to my face where splashed in my mouth. He told me it
was salted ginger ale, but it looked and felt just like warm piss. It was
so so erotic! He pee'd a lot then it slowly went down as he ran out.

Right back into each other I embraced Kevin while the shower water rinsed
his sim-pee off our front sides.

Kevin got out first, dried off quickly and left the room. Soon after I
followed but went to bed instead.

I got under the sheets as he returned to the room with a bottle of wine and
a glass. Kevin poured me a half full glass and laid on his side smiling
watching me drink it all down. I belched and handed him the glass. He
re-loaded it pushing it back to me. I emptied the second one just like the
first one. I stared at his large nipples while I drank the two glasses of
wine.

Even his belly button looked sexy stretched to an angled oval as he laid on
his side watching me drink the 2nd glass of red Malbec from Mendoza,
Argentina. I like red wines but I like red nipples, lips, and dick heads
even more. This was wonderful. I thought about using his belly for a pillow
tonight on the living room floor, but he needed to charge.

I knew we had nothing but time so I asked him to go to his room and get a
full nights charge, we had a full day of stuff to do tomorrow. Kevin
climbed out of bed. Before he left the room I asked that when people are
around from now on he call me 'Uncle Rob' instead, but at home or when we
were alone he could call me Rob. He smiled, nodded and said, "Good Night
sir." Soon I was asleep.


End of Chapter 3.

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