Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 06:47:33 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Love And the Robot Chap 6

Chapter 6

We had a great rest of the week. So far work called me one time, on
Thursday. I let Kevin go the skate park alone without his board on Thursday
and Friday. I ordered more deli meals then walked over to pick them up
while he was out on his own.

I can keep track of him on my android device while he's out on his own,
what directions he's heading, speed, altitude, and any system fault codes
as well as charge status and rate of consumption of power, reactor status,
fluid levels, internal temps, and if he needs to dump waste. Basically,
aside from GPS stuff I can monitor the same eight parameters that are
indicated by the tiny LEDs under his right big toenail above the lower
charge port. When he's barefoot the lights stay off.

After I got back from the store I pinged his transponder and was amazed at
the different status displays they had on this tablet computer application
I got at the Robco store.

I had one email from Robco saying there were some units made along with
Kevin that had problems with visual sensors (eye cameras) that I should
bring him to the store if he has any visual problems at all so they can run
diagnostics.

Kevin got home about 4pm with a sunburn and 11% power left. I had him sit
next to me on the sofa with the charger in his toe. He seems to charge
faster with the small wall units plugged in his toe than the top of his
head, not sure why.

We discussed his day, he said he was anxious to get his board out and do
this himself. I asked if he tripped or fell since this morning, he said he
did twice but knows why it's happening and already made changes to how he
sees sidewalks and curbs.

"You know I go back to work Monday morning, right?"

"Yep."

"Any thoughts or concerns about being alone all day?"

"I thought I might find more stuff to do than hang out at the skate park,
maybe I could get a job or something?"

"Like doing what?"

"Maybe at the Deli or maybe at the gay bar we pass on the trolley on the
way to the skate park."

"Like doing what?"

"What about being a Go-go boy, dancer guy in that speedo you got me?"

"There's risks; stalkers, violence, being hit on, rape, diseases, that sort
of thing."

"Maybe I should look into amateur night competition or something. I could
use the money."

"For what?"

"Music. Maybe a movie."

"You mean at the theater or on your computer?"

"We should go see one on the big screen once so I can see how they scale."

"Sure, we can do that, check out the listings in the newspaper."

"Okay. You eat already?"

"Yes I did just before you got home, so I should be good for the day
now. How's your charge now?"

"Thirteen percent, thanks for asking."

"Anything else you need?"

"Nope. I'm good, filled where I should be and empty others. Thanks Rob." He
turned to smile at me with that answer.

I put my hand on his thigh near his knee and gave him a friendly squeeze
then asked, "Can we discuss a few more rules?"

"Sure."

"Most of the time I would get home from work around 5:15pm unless it rains
or there's a game at the ballpark. What I would like to see is on days you
venture out on your own that you're home, cleaned-up, serviced, and mostly
charged by 5pm. Is that okay?"

"No problem." He offered with a smile staring at the TV, same as me.

We watched the TV in silence for a time, the news, weather and latest on
the two San Diego teams we follow, the Chargers and Padres.

Then it occurred to me, "Have you ever seen a Go-go boy routine before, or
just from an encyclopedia entry?"

"Just online stuff, never seen one in action."

"Would you like to?"

"Yeah."

I grabbed the remote changing to the web search, found several online that
were recent, one from a gay pride festival in San Francisco last year. It
downloaded in twenty seconds and started to play. He stared in amazement,
then asked, "Human or mecha?"

"Who knows, hard to tell these days."

This young man looked to be around 23. Blond hair, muscular, tiny shiny
metallic looking skin tight suit but nothing else on. He was performing on
a bar in some gay establishment but the video and sound looked pro.

He twisted his hips holding onto a shiny golden pole moving to the music
for a time then crouching down letting patrons stick cash money into his
suit or touch his upper body and legs. It didn't seem to bother being
touched by lots of horny strangers, male and female, young and old.

Kevin watched in surprised silence. His mouth slightly open. I think I
caught glimpse of a growing bone in his gym shorts. With a rod the size of
his it can be hard to hide his true feelings.

"Yeah I could do that."

"Even with all those strangers rubbing their hands over your body?"

"I don't mind being touched really, it feels nice. I wonder if I would be
as popular as he looks?"

"I don't think that would be a problem. If you look into it you might
mention your status."

"That's the rule right, within three minutes of constant talk?"

"Are there any other mechas at the skate park?"

"Two. I got numbers for both of 'em. Say, that reminds me, can I invite one
of them over?"

"How old?"

"He's almost my age, 17, but he's smaller. Seems like a really nice guy."

"How you know he's mecha?"

"He's a Robco unit. We can beacon and see each other with a brief ping on
wifi. He answered right away, when we smiled at each other and later on
spoke away from the organic units. Somebody had a cellular router in the
park that day so we could see each other."

"What's he into?"

"Same stuff as me, cept he's able to skate mostly without wrecking. He
likes the same music as me too."

"What about his owner?"

"His rules have him home by 8pm daily, we overlap by several hours."

"Why you want to invite him over?"

"So I can do him."

"Is that all?"

"Maybe he'd teach me some of his board moves and he might share his junk
with you too?"

"Seen him with his shirt off?"

"Uh huh."

"And?"

"He's the short muscular type. Chest muscles, small nips that poke out,
outy, but a huge d*ck according to his bio card, ten inches. And he'll do
guys or women."

"If you bring him over on work days, please text me so I can clean up at
work before head for home."

"Sure. I'll ask him next time he's there."

"What's his name?"

"Scott Bale. He lives about three blocks from the skate park."

"What's his inception age?"

"Fourteen months, he's lots older than me."

"Cool." I said thinking about that could end up being an interesting
evening.

By now I was really thinking with my di*k which was laying sideways in my
underwear, dripping down my leg. I was really needing it, but our tender
time on the sofa was not the right setting so I got up for the kitchen.

The bottle of lube he fills himself with was on the counter. "Kevin could
you please come here?"

I heard him get up off the sofa. He walked in wearing his board shorts and
tank-top. The look on his face said he suspected something was coming but
he walked up near me with a smile.

I took his shirt off rapidly pulling it over his head, then the same thing
with his shorts. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of
'em as they laid in a heap on the floor. I grabbed the lube and squeezed a
bunch rubbing it all over the head of my now fully erect bone.

I took his shoulders and forcibly spun him around facing the counter and
pressed hard on his upper back pressing him into the counter and about half
bent over.

I grabbed my dic*, stepping into his back side, sliding my head up and down
to feel the textured spot which was the marker for Enter Here, then pushed
hard with my hips ramming myself in. Kevin grunted in discomfort but never
said anything.

Within seconds I was bottomed out inside him and started to do him hard and
fast. He moved his hands to the back of the counter and spread them wide to
keep his head from banging into the upper cabinets as I did him hard.

I was really hor^y and hot. I did him fast, faster than I think I ever did
before, except maybe with a toy.

I was thinking about his friend Scott doing me while I did Kevin, I was
almost ready to shoot. It was intense. I was sweating. I wanted to cry out
something foul mouthed but the sight of his perfect skin on his V-shaped
back was just too inviting to be mean.

When I felt it start I stood up straight so I was hum#ing with my hips
only, laying my hands on his mid back, I rammed myself in hard once, twice,
three times then started to or@asm. It rocked my entire pelvis with each
pump. I knew if this was in the wild it must be shooting a few feet or
more. I felt it shoot hard several times. I lost count. I was panting and
wet with perspiration.

As I shot the last round inside Kevin I felt a drop of sweat run across my
face down my chest towards the floor. This was really intense, but he never
said a thing.

As I pulled out there was some blood streaks on me, just a little. Kevin
said nothing as he slowly turned around with a smile. I walked across the
kitchen to grab some paper towels off the spool to clean myself up. He was
standing there sticking straight out, dripping, and two streams of my s3men
running down his legs.

I got behind him, down on my knees and started to clean off his legs,
crack, and around his ^nus. There was a tiny red spot where he must have
bled a little.

 I placed a tender kiss on his cheek then stood up to look at his face,
which had no signs of distress or pain or other problem.

"You need anything honey?"

"Nope. I'm good. How do you feel? That was a little out of character for
even you Rob?"

"I'm fine, you story of Scott really did something for my imagination." I
smiled and pulled him for a brief hug. His bone pressed into my belly so I
moved my stomach in closer to enjoy the feeling.

"Do I need to have treatment for the bleed?"

"No. As long as it stops it'll be okay. This is not uncommon for ^nal
action. Was I too rough?"

"No, but it did trigger my injury avoidance routines, but I overrode them
to keep from ruining your moment."

"Thanks for that."

"What we gonna do now?"

"How's your charge?"

"Twenty two percent, thanks for asking."

"Let's get you filled-up and rested. You can listen to music while I do
some laundry and some reading for work Monday."

"Cool."

I walked behind him as we headed for his room. He laid on his bed sticking
the earphones in his ears while I connected the wires to his toe and top of
his head. Then I leaned in giving him a lip tip kiss and l left him alone
to charge and enjoy his rapidly growing music collection, which now
included all of mine.

I took a shower then shut off the TV. Went to my room to do some reading,
fell asleep that way, very contented.

-----

Woke up the next morning, Saturday, to a hot cup of coffee, a clean
kitchen, and all the laundry also done. Kevin was sitting at the table
reading yesterdays newspaper in his underwear. His hair needed combing or
something. There was a cup of mine sitting on the other side of the table
ready for me like almost every morning since he arrived.

Not only was he a nearly ideal roommate but Kevin was also a really nice
guy.

Saturday morning he went to the gay club to audition for the Go-go boy
competition and of course was accepted as a contestant along with fifteen
other young men, he was probably the youngest. He showed me the flyer. The
actual show was in four weeks on a Saturday night. $25 cover, three drink
minimum. Luckily it was near the trolley station where he gets off for the
skate park.

He showed me an online video from the one last year which drew a crowd of
over three hundred spectators and twenty contestants. Kevin said the bar
manager said he had a good chance of winning if the crowd likes him as much
as he did.

"How did he know what you look like?"

"I took off my clothes in his office and modeled. The three men checked out
my junk, hard and soft, then I let one of them su<k me for a few seconds,
then they had me sign a form, that's it really."

"Huh? Not bad action for a Saturday afternoon."

"Nope. Oh yeah and I got an email from Scott, he can come by Sunday
afternoon if you want, he's looking forward to meeting you."

"What time?"

"1pm"

"How long?"

"Two hours and we gotta pay for his return train fare and a transfer."

"That's fine."

"What should we do with him?"

"You guys talk about it at all? You know him, I don't?"

"I think we should just let it happen and see what he's open for."

"Sounds fine. I'll let you handle it. There's bus money on my dresser, help
yourself."

"Thanks Rob."

"You're welcome honey."

We got our stuff into the sink after I was done eating breakfast then
decided to go to the mall to get me some better casual clothes so I didn't
look like a businessman trying to look like someone half my age at the
skate park and around town. I let Kevin pick out the jeans and shirts. I
had a small pizza at the mall, then we left.

That afternoon we took a taxi to the beach near Catalina Bay where we got a
hotel room then went to the beach to lay out, even though it was pretty
cold for summer weather the sun was warm.

Back at the hotel I saw him do something I never saw before, he actually
got in the pool by jumping off the deck, sinking to the bottom at twelve
feet then bouncing back to the top and swimming to the side and climbing
out. The pool was heated but the air was still cool, the sunshine very
warm. Even with the chilly wind his tits never got shriveled or smaller. He
looked even better wet in his skimpy trunks. I noticed people were turning
their heads to watch his show, his lump laying sideways in his trunks
hiding very little. Even our gay-sounding waiter had to come by twice to
top off my lemonade glass.

----

He rode me hard after I proclaimed I was only a bottom tonight while we
were in the Jacuzzi in our room.

I paraded around the room afterwards with his mecha semen slowly running
down my legs. I took another shower, fourth one today! Then I plugged him
in and we slept that night snuggled together under the sheets with the
patio door open and the harbor sounds in our room all night.

We were home Sunday morning about 11am and both cleaned up our home getting
ready for Scott's planned arrival.


End of Chapter 6.

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