Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2014 08:17:52 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Love and the Robot 4

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up without setting the alarm on my device. One of
my bad habits during vacations, I love to sleep to my body's contentment.

I got up to get breakfast. In the bathroom during my morning pee I
considered that since Kevin doesn't need to eat but likes coffee (must be
low maintenance for his body to deal with). Food for breakfast would be a
repeat of most days.

I got a confession to make right here. I am a slave to the deli place down
the street on the corner. I order my food for a day or two, all meals,
online. Then I walk down the street to pick it up bagged, ready to re-heat
and eat. They have healthy selections and recycle ready containers.

After a quick shower and brush-up I headed out for the kitchen. On the way
I was hit by the smell of coffee. My face smiled like never before when I
rounded the corner into the kitchen.

There at my table was a naked 18 year old reading the Sun-Times (right side
up), drinking coffee with a 2nd cup for me on the other side of the
table. This was almost as good as breakfast in bed.

Kevin turned to smile and wink. I was wearing my old USC gym shorts and
slippers, my morning wood long since gone.

I smiled back, "Good morning Kevin!"

"Good morning Rob he offered without looking, turning the next page of the
newspaper.

"Is that yesterday's?"

"Yes, sir it is, November 1st. 2098. Wanna read it?"

"Nah, not now. Anything in there I need to know?"

"What kind of stuff you find interesting?"

"This is a list that could change a lot, but a good starter would be
anything with the keywords; Chargers, Padres, ThunderInc stock, theater
business and trends, sound technology, coming elections or tax hikes in the
news. Maybe the weather too.

"This edition didn't have any of those, except the Chargers play Dallas on
Sunday on Channel 2 and in 3D on channel 244."

"Let me add to my list: gay issues like legislation and harassment, civil
rights legislation, cyborg laws, and things relating to the California
Professional Engineering PAC."

"I'll report any newspaper activity on any of those subjects from now on."

"Thanks. Say, I'm going down to the deli in about 30 minutes, wanna walk
with me?"

"Sure, can I take the skateboard?"

"I think you need to walk for a couple more weeks before you try that board
out. Sorry Kevin."

"Okay, I'll walk along. What you ordering?"

"Come with me, I ordered online already."

I got up from my seat after taking a few sips of hot coffee he made for me
while I was in the shower. In the living room was my Android laptop, 22
inch sitting with the power cord plugged-in and a wireless mouse near by.

"You get fully charged overnight?"

"Yep, 99%."

"Why only 99% after a whole night online?"

"Check out the laundry room."

"Okay..."

I powered up the laptop, which started with the browser within ten
seconds. Ready to go. From the drop-down box I selected the Food category,
then scrolled down to the link for the deli nearby. It logged me in
automatically. I selected the delivery time for 30 minutes, pick-up at
store, confirmed location, confirmed payment, slid my finger over the
reader. It beeped then went to the menu.

Just then Kevin gently placed both his hands on my shoulders and gently
manipulated my muscles, slightly digging his thumbs in, almost enough to
hurt but it felt really nice. I got slightly distracted.

Then my mind awoke and started clicking on complete meals to go. I got two
breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I was about to save my choices into the
cart when Kevin slid his hands down my chest, over my tits, down a little
to my stomach, then right back up, then again, very slowly. I took in a
deep breath.

My eyes opened after maybe ten seconds, reviewed my order, "anything you
want to add?"

"They sell coffee?"

"You're about out of Starbucks House Blend K-cups."

"Cool." With a mouse click I included a box of 16 K-cups of his choice,
which was also my usual, then clicked to finalize the order. Kevin had
switched to rubbing his hands not only over my chest and shoulders but down
my arms a little almost to my elbows.

It felt really nice but it wasn't turning me on much right then because I
was starved. I got up for my room. Within minutes I was dressed, he was
dressed sitting in the kitchen before I got out there. Seemed a bit fast
but I never said anything. Glancing in the utility room it appeared the
laundry in there was fully washed, dried, and folded, stacked neatly on the
dryer. Hmmm.

Out the door, in the elevator, past the doorman, out the front door. Around
the corner of the building. It was kind of cool outside for a July morning,
maybe 60 degrees with a cold wind off the ocean I think.

Walking down the sidewalk we never passed anyone I recognized. Although
I've lived in this building for three years I've mostly kept to myself. I
did see a few people walking dogs that I recognized, some I even waved
to. Never had a dog wave back despite my years of kindness to animals.

On our trip down to the deli we crossed a few driveways. Kevin stopped
briefly to stare at curb ramps and crosswalks or where the pavement
changed. Seems he was trying to learn how sidewalks worked so he didn't
trip. I just waited while I think he was taking mental photos of the
sidewalk.

We walked in the door of the Deli. They recognized me since I'm somewhat of
a regular customer. I walked to the cashier to present my phone with my
receipt, she confirmed it on their terminal. I paused to introduce my
companion.

"Debbie, this is my nephew Kevin. He's from LA. He's staying with me while
his mother has surgery and chemo. Kevin this is Debbie, store manager,
Debbie this is Kevin."

"Good Morning Kevin, is that what I should call you?"

"Yes, please. Nice to meet your acquaintance too Debbie, is it alright that
I call you Debbie then?"

"My. What a polite boy. His mother has done right well with this one Rob!"
They shook hands and before too much time passed the guy behind the counter
yelled out, "5643" We smiled and nodded at each other, I stepped to the
counter taking the bag, we left immediately.

"Rob, why did he call you 5643 when your order was done?"

"It's the last four digits of my cellular number. It's how they call you
when your order is ready. As a new customer you select that on their web
page. I prefer that to having my last name shouted around the store."

"Oh, that's cool. Did they get the coffee too?"

"Yep, right in here." I held up the large paper sack with the string
handle. Within 10 minutes were back inside waiting for the elevator just
past the doorman. Kevin was mostly silent. He did trip slightly on the
sidewalk going into the building where there's about a half inch rise at
the sidewalk joint.

We were upstairs eating in no time. I nuked my coffee to re-heat it. He
finished his, what was left in the cup.

"Anything you need to do today?" I asked out of respect.

"Nope, I'm good right here or anything else you like. What about you?"

"We should order a computer for you today. You need any clothes or bathroom
stuff?"

"Did you order that stuff I put on the list yesterday?"

"You mean the ginger ale, the saline and that stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Nope, but I'll do that now." I went to the living room to get my laptop
and bring it back to the kitchen table. Still online I went to my favorite
household shopping site where I already had one shopping cart in the
works. I added Kevin's stuff in decent quantities, added a 13" Laptop with
abuse warranty, and some pizzas too. "This should be delivered by this
evening, they'll send me tracking info to my phone shortly since it's a
local delivery."  "Cool." Is all he offered since he seemed absorbed in the
morning newspaper.

We sat in silence for a while as I finished my breakfast of eggs, toast,
fruit, and a bagel. "We should go for a nice walk today, sound okay?"

"Sure." He looked up from the paper. His face has this wonderful expression
of being pleasantly surprised all the time with his wide thick eyebrows. I
could stare at him all day, it was such a wonderful face.

"Rob, what is hunger like?" He asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Best I can describe it is like an annoying emptiness in your abdomen, but
it occupies a big part of my conscious mind, that's how most of a humans
warning signs work, they go right to the front of your brain." I paused
while he stared un-blinking at me. "Does that answer your question?"

"I gotta think about it for a while. I wonder if I have anything similar to
it?" He offered in return.

"Maybe this is something we can discuss more over time, okay?"

"Sure. I'd like that. I like conversation." He smiled. I looked down at the
empty food containers at the table in front of me.

I got up from the table, took apart the deli container and shoved it slowly
into the chipper. Our below the counter chipper takes recyclable stuff,
cans, plastic, anything non metallic aside from aluminum cans and chips it
like a wood chipper turning it into tiny bits that don't take up much
space. Even the newspaper chips up nicely but only one section at a
time. The output is in a heavy paper bag that I set outside the door for
the recycler once a week. We fill the bag about every two weeks. Very
little is sold any more that won't chip, except wine bottles and broken
plates or old shoes.

We walked one block and got on the train for downtown then out to Balboa
Park where we could walk a lot, go through the museums, and enjoy nature by
the pond and look at the plants. I love Balboa Park. Thank God the police
keep the homeless far away from there and the zoo.

We sat on a bench watching the kids interact with the fish and turtles
around the pond. The sun was warm but there was still a cold breeze out. We
wore sweat shirts but by 11am the sun was too hot. I watched as Kevin stood
in front of me to pull off his sweatshirt over his head exposing his smooth
perfect belly to me, then his shirt dropped hiding his perfection once
again. I started to get some ideas.

He followed me to the bathrooms. We were alone in the public restroom, he
stared over the partition at me as I pee'd in the urinal while he stood by
his not pee'ing anything. He had fluid on board so if someone walked-in he
could make some flow to sound legit.

I leaned back to display my junk, he smiled. I got an idea. We started
walking towards the big water fountain near Park Boulevard. After checking
it over we walked out of the park down to the transit stop to catch the bus
for downtown. Ten minutes later we were in a seat near the back, pressed
side by side into each other.

Thirty minutes later we were on a train for home, arriving one block from
our place, walking to the door, he looked down and avoided tripping. We
live at the corner of W. Harbor and Kettner Blvd. I greeted Jose and waited
for the elevator. Seconds later it arrived to whisk us to the 21st floor.

There's ten condos on our floor. I had him swipe the lock which made the
door pop open about two inches. He pressed inside, I followed pressing the
door shut with a click when it was securely shut behind us. The place was
still a little cool because it faces north-west and south-west, we're on a
corner. It was 2:47pm. I turned on the TV to music channel 453, I asked
what he liked to listen to.

Kevin froze for a moment then said he had no preferences yet, just play
something I liked, so I picked some romantic New Age at a low volume. I sat
on the sofa motioning for Kevin to come stand in front of me. He was there
in about three seconds.

He still walks a little oddly, like his shoes are too tight or something.

I unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, then folded up his t-shirt exposing
his entire belly, like I saw in the park.

I gently pressed my face into his hairless silky smooth warm abdomen
turning my face side to side enjoying the feeling of his skin on my face
and lips. Slowly I slid his pants until they let loose and dropped to his
ankles. Acting on his own Kevin reached down to pull his t-shirt slowly
over his head, I mean, really slowly.

By the time he had the bottom seam of his shirt up to his ribs my face was
once again at his belly button going side to side. He leaned into me
gently. He also gently slid down his underwear until the waistband was
right over the base of his limp dick.

My face slowly slid down lower and lower. I noticed the skin got warmer and
warmer but the smoothness was the same. My chin encountered his pubes then
the base of his dick, which felt limp.

I reached into his underwear and pulled out his limpish dick, sliding it
into my mouth. It took him about ten seconds to sprout a fully hard
boner. It didn't take long until he was leaking pre-cum, which tasted like
salty goo, nice really. Might be nice on a steak I thought.

He pulled his dick from my mouth to rub it all over my face leaving a trail
of pre-cum everywhere. He even stuck it in my ears and my eyes, up into my
hair, into my nostrils, then back gently across my lips, then rammed it
hard inside my mouth.

Kevin gently ran his fingers into my hair then took two hand fulls to
secure my head and started fucking my mouth hard. I gagged a few times but
he ignored my slight struggle. I think he slowed slightly when his analysis
showed I gag less at particular humping speeds, then he continued.

It didn't take long, he pulled out and came on my face.

Let me tell you, I've had plenty of semen on my face in college but this
was no ordinary orgasm. Most jets of semen are gentle. This one I actually
felt depress my skin and almost cause discomfort to my one eyelid. He came
on my face, neck and chest.

He tossed back his head and started to moan softly when it started. When it
was done, Kevin bent over and licked his seed off my face while slowly
pushing me back on the sofa into the back cushions.

My own boner was aiming at my chin, almost to my belly button and leaking
badly. He went down on mine using one hand and his mouth working me like a
crazy person, like a sex machine really.

My dick got so stimulated and my orgasm was so hard I nearly had pain in
the end of my dick when it started. He swallowed the entire thing holding
perfectly still, slowly lowering his chin to my thigh. About ten seconds
after it ended, he opened his lips letting the head of my now half limp
dick drop like a dead fish to my thigh.

I was leaned back into my leather sofa, totally drained and
satisfied. Moments later I felt a slight wind on my chin, then his warm
puffy lips against mine, his tongue pressing for entrance on my teeth then
inside my mouth.

Holy crap is this guy's tongue long. I bet he's twice as long as mine, but
I never specified or saw it asked on the order form. We tongue wrestled
shortly then he pulled off. We both slowly opened our eyes smiling at each
other.

He pulled me to standing then down the hallway to my bathroom shower,
turned on the flow to hot but not too hard. We went inside and slow danced
in the dim lights with soft music playing from the network player built in
the shower wall.

Lemme tell you, that was definitely worth the $57k right there.



End of Chapter 4


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