Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 07:11:31 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: LATR Chap 8

Chapter 8

I could have stayed away from work for another week if I'd wanted to but
things at home with the cyborg seemed stable and working well.

I know they put a lot of work into their software to minimize any behavior
problems so leaving a new cyborg in your home unattended usually only
results in your home being cleaner and your music library being exercised.

I got up at my usual time, 4:30am. Jumped into the shower like always. I
peeked into his room. Kevin appeared to be sleeping, aka: in standby mode
with batteries charging. By the time I got out of the shower he'd gone into
the hallway, picked up the newspaper, started coffee for two,selected a
deli Quickmeal and stuck it in the microwave oven. What a nice way to start
the day.

By 7:30am I was at work in our group's office which is a room about 50 feet
square with six cubicles, I'm the lead. We work on systems design for new
theaters and an occasional residential unit.

Probably the worst part about working at ThunderInc is if there were an
actual bomb set off within a half mile of our office, everyone would think
it was just product testing and ignore the blast! Same with nearby
lightning strikes.

It was good to be back at work. I got lots of questions about my week off
and my tan from hours sitting in the sun at the skate park. I mostly blew
them off to time spent hanging out at home, time at the beach, and just
taking it easy. Nobody pushed the issue after about 9am.

All day I was thinking about Kevin. I texted him at lunch, he said he was
listening to music and straightening up the house a bit, otherwise nothing
was going on. I had to trust what he said.

I left work at 4:45 walking two blocks to the trolley which was packed. I
got off at the station across the street from the building walking quickly
the rest of the way home.

I blew past Jose in the lobby stopping to check the mailbox which was
empty. On the floor outside our door was no newspaper either.

I quietly slipped in the front door to be met by a naked teen with a large
boner, glistening spot at the top, string of pre-cum dangling towards the
floor.

Dropping my soft briefcase to the floor Kevin sank to his knees, un-did my
slacks. They fell silently to my ankles. Within seconds I was hard and wet
because he grabbed me sliding it slowly into his mouth then started to pull
off slowly, then back down to the base and off again.

My eyes were closed, my breathing was speeding up as I neared the
explosion. My fingers went in his hair, that straight thick Asian hair I
love so much, I started to control his tempo and speed as my orgasm quickly
arrived.

Normally I'm not a moaner but this one was so strong it made moans of
pleasure escape my mouth. I rammed myself all the way in pressing my pubic
fuzz into his lips. I noticed it was strange that there was no sensation of
breathing on my skin, mostly because he doesn't actually breathe, he only
moves his chest as if breathing mostly for visual effect but he inhales to
speak like we do.

After about a minute of aftershock orgasm twitches I slowly pulled out,
lifting Kevin by the arm pits where I rammed my face into his. We shared my
seed between our mouths. To me, my semen tastes like a salty popcorn oil or
maybe a very light olive oil with salt added.

After a minute or two of sucking face I pulled off taking his hand, pulling
him to the living room, gently shoving him to a seated position on the
sofa. I got on my knees between his legs then returned the same
welcome-home favor. His cum tasted like it always does, very nice. I like
it more than mine.

When his orgasm subsided he motioned for me to lay down by him. He pulled a
pillow over to his lap, leaned slightly then offered me his breast. I
watched as he slowly extended the interior nipple on his left tit. I nursed
like a baby for a short time since my mouth was already a little on the
sore side from his rather large boner. I nearly fell asleep from the
endorphin rush.

After Kevin was satisfied, I headed for the shower.

By the time I was dried, shaved and brushed he had my dinner ready, coffee
poured, smile on his face, boner in his groin. He leaned back against the
countertop while I ate my main course which was a pasta and veggies in a
tomato sauce, with a side of steamed veggies and a small tossed salad with
an Italian dressing. He poured me an ice cold glass of water and leaned in
to smear some pre-cum around part of the rim.

I motioned for him to move closer. Kevin stepped to the side of the table,
his hardness hovering an inch or two above the table top.

I leaned my salad over to use his cock as a large spoon to toss and coat
the goodies with more dressing. While I was chewing I used a paper towel to
clean his boner off then finished my meal with him by the table. We talked
about his day, my music collection, and what he did to keep himself
occupied.

He said he handled six telemarketers on the phone and doubted any of them
would ever call back after his treatment of them on the phone. He also said
he straightened up my laundry room that I should check it out.

After dinner and dishes I went to the utility room while he watched the
news on TV. I got on my hands and knees. The floor under the dryer was
dustless clean, so were the shelves and on top of the cabinets above the
washer-dryer which probably hasn't been dusted since like six months ago
when I thought there was a dead mouse decaying up there or something. That
odor turned out to be sewer gas up the washer drain pipe.

We sat side by side for a time, then he laid with his head on my lap so I
could massage his chest, neck, and shoulders on down to his flawless
belly. It was a very nice evening.

I got to bed around 8pm, Kevin stayed up to watch late night network TV
shows to see if the online reviews matched the real thing.

The rest of the week was pretty much a repeat of Monday, except that
starting on Wednesday Kevin actually met me at the trolley station instead
of the front door.

After learning that our immediate neighbors were never home those days he
started shoving his hand down my pants in the elevator then peeked down the
hallway, as we walked to our door then inside with him holding my dick the
whole way.

On Friday he met me on the sidewalk outside of work with a cup of hot
coffee and a smile. Luckily nobody I knew from work left at the same time I
did so I never had to introduce him to anyone. On the train on the way home
I explained why meeting at work was very very nice but perhaps might put me
in a situation where I had to further explain his presence and make up lies
to cover the true-ness of his existence.

I also told Kevin that if he was going to meet me in public he needed to
wear regular shoes because in the right position a person can sort of see
the metallic edge of his power ports on his toe and on top of his head in
broad daylight if he is seen from the upper floor windows where I work.

Seen from above in daylight a cyborg is often not too hard to identify. At
a distance on the sidewalk if wearing sandals or bare feet, people can
sometimes catch a glimmer of a shine from the port contacts in his right
big toe. A cap and shoes hide both of them well making the cyborg almost
impossible to identify without special hardware.

----

The next weeks went like routine. I was very satisfied with my investment
in the cyborg.

Kevin told me he downloaded a patch to his operating software to repair a
visual problem that may have caused him to trip on curbs and some sidewalk
cracks. I asked about his self calibration for balance and fine movement
controls, he said he was pretty much done. So I decided to put him to the
test.

We rode the bus on Saturday back to the island where we stayed the night at
the hotel on the beach and rented a bicycle. We walked it to the large
grass area by the bike path. I got on the bike and rode away then back to
Kevin who watched me with a large smile on his face. After riding past him
a couple times I stopped by his side leaning the bike towards him advising
him to stay near the edge of the concrete path so if he lost control he
could fall on the grass.

He took the bike and tried several times to take off, then had me
demonstrate it again a few times.

Finally after about twenty minutes Kevin was riding the bike on his own,
half on and off the grass in large circles, he laughed and smiled. Inside I
knew he was ready for the skate board. The modification parts were due to
be delivered on Monday anyway.

He got a call from the owner of the gay nightclub asking if he wanted to
dance in the Go-go boy cage that night since all the scheduled boys were
home sick, he looked at me, I smiled and nodded yes. We headed for home
right away. He said the suits they wear were provided by the club.

I went along but stayed at a distance just to watch. In California you can
be a professional dancer in a club for adults if you are 18 or older as
long as you are not served alcohol.

We got there at 7:30pm, he came out to a loud cheering crowd at 8pm with
little introduction.

When he walked out the door at one end of the bar, he was wearing shiny
gold short shorts, and a silvery tank top and some see-through feet covers
for traction. He stepped over glasses and pitchers on the way to the large
bird cage looking thing hovering inches over the middle of the bar. Guys
grabbed at his lower legs the whole way.

He got whistles and whoops from the crowd of about forty gay men and women.

Kevin seemed to struggle briefly with the latch on the cage but got it
open, stepped inside and closed it behind him, looking like he'd never done
anything like this before. Just then the lights dimmed and the music
changed to something dance beat and loud.

Kevin started off mostly sliding his hips slowly side to side, his hands on
his sides as he slowly slid them down his waist and then his thighs. Next
he slowly moved his hands up his front side, over his crotch pulling his
shorts up to show the size of his limp package which also made the crowd
get briefly louder than the sound system.

It occurred to me just then that we should look into club sound systems at
work as another side line, ours sound much much better than what they have
here which was way too distorted.

His hands pressing into his belly slowly lifted his metallic top exposing
his tummy and belly button to the crowd who yelled for more. Kevin probably
should have paused longer but within a few seconds his shirt was off laying
on the floor of the cage.

When the people in the club saw his silky smooth flawless upper body and
enormous flat round red nipples a hush fell over the crowd briefly as
everyone stood in stunned silence at his unique beauty and gargantuan sex
appeal.

Then came the applause and whistles. Kevin briefly paused then got a big
smile, his face seemed to blush and he appeared to put more emotion in his
slow dance matching the beat of the music to perfection.

After about 15 minutes the music stopped, the lights dimmed, and the crowd
applauded and whistled it's approval to his work.

In the mostly dark club the manager had approached the bar motioning Kevin
to step out of the cage. This was his moment without the protection of the
cage. He was escorted to one end of the bar where he slowly stepped over
glasses and pitchers.

Clubbers motioned for him to lower to a squat as they stuffed cash into his
speedo sized shorts. Some briefly ran their hands over his chest and
shoulders just to make sure he was real and not a projection.

You could see he was getting hard with all the people stuffing fingers down
his shorts trying to get a feel of his rapidly growing boner as it
approached the side of his pelvic bone then start to make the turn towards
his ass cheeks when it reached it's maximum of seven inches. I was gleaming
proud of my creation.

A large crowd pushed up to the bar to see his amazing body lit by the
spotlight from the far back end of the club as he slowly worked his way to
the end of the bar, about 80 feet away.

I stepped closer to watch but I was still about 40 feet behind the bar
crowd. The music had re-started as they readied the next dancer -
apparently they had recruited more than just Kevin to dance tonight. He
only agreed to one show, about 35 minutes worth of work.

They only pay minimum wage so his real income would be from tips and any
lap dances which he said he would not be doing tonight.

Near the far end of the bar where his exit door is, I watched one man about
my age who got Kevin to squat over his pitcher of beer, then he rubbed his
hands all over Kevin's chest stopping to gently pinch his nipples and stick
his finger inside his belly button, then he ran his fingertips over the
large ridge in his shorts and stuffed several bills down his shorts after
pulling them outward fully exposing his dick to those close by, but when he
released the waistband it snapped back covering him properly.

As he stood-up to step off the stage the way he bent back upright his dick
popped out briefly. Kev slammed both hands over it to try to wrestle it
back inside his shorts to the whistles and whoops of the club crowd near
that end of the bar. He finally made it off stage and was replaced by
another dancer who looked like he was about ten years older which a lot of
hair on his belly and chest. This new guy had washboard abs and large chest
muscles.

I stood watching waiting on Kevin to arrive in the back of the club. They
must exit outside the building and walk back in the door to get back in the
club. Then I remembered he wasn't old enough to be a patron so I went
outside to see him standing there waiting on me. Nobody recognized him in
street clothes and a cap. I leaned in to lay a small kiss on his cheek as
we walked across the parking lot holding hands heading for the bus stop. I
was so proud of how he handled himself, how well he handles so many new
situations.

At the bus stop he handed me the wad of folded bills. Since nobody was
around us I counted his haul, he made $390 in tips with three hundred
dollar bills coming from the last guy the one that felt his dick and caused
it to pop out as he tried to walk off the bar.

We got home about 45 minutes later. I ate. He watched TV.

After dinner and clean-up I laid a towel on the floor, a large beach
towel. I had him strip and lay face up on the towel so I could oil him up
and massage him front and back from head to toe.

The right music was playing on the stereo. We both got hard. I probably
drank an entire bottle of wine during that little floor party. Then we
swapped spots.

He lifted my legs pushing my knees to my ears and fucked me slowly right
there on the living room floor, gently and romantically. He came after
about 25 minutes, then we swapped sides and it was my turn to return the
favor.

This was one of the most romantic nights I've ever had, one I'll never
forget. He glistened from the massage oil. I was torn between wanting him
to fuck me and have his dick in my mouth at the same time. Maybe my next
cyborg will be for private sex only and have two opposing lower halves and
no head so I can suck and be fucked at the same time. Maybe what I need is
a second clone, then it hit me.

Scott!

We went to bed Saturday night about 1am and slept Sunday till 9am.

----

Sunday we went to the skateboard park with his existing board
hardware. Nobody he knew was there. As always Kevin made friends fast. And
as always when it started to get warm off came his shirt. At a glance he
looks like a topless girl, which probably turns lots of heads in and near
the park, but nobody said anything out loud to him or anywhere I was
sitting. We never spoke really as I watched from a distance.

He wiped out as expected several times. Luckily the pads on elbows, knees,
head, and hands protect most of the body. He worked on simple sections of
the park focusing on walls and curved tubes below ground. At one point I
had to move to a place so I could see him most of the time.

Kevin stayed mostly in the pool, half-pipe, and the spines which make that
part of the park into a loop. This design tended to keep the less
experienced away from the way more advanced.

We spent the entire afternoon at the skate park. When the smell of cooking
food from the nearby homes made it to my nose I motioned for him to join
me. Like our last visit, I asked if we could go soon, I was sore, hot,
thirsty, and hungry. He smiled and happily agreed but asked for one last
lap, which I gladly agreed to. Standing up I was able to see how much he
learned during our day at the park.

We walked out to the street. I carried his board, he had his shirt stuffed
into his back pocket. I loved glancing over at him as we conversed, walking
back to the trolley station.

I neglected to tell him to get dressed. On the train many people were
staring at him, I was starting to feel protective and bothered by all the
eyes, then it dawned on me he still had his shirt off, but luckily we were
only a half mile from home. At the other station I yanked the shirt from
his pocket, he put it on without me saying anything.

Soon I was in the shower, he was in the kitchen making coffee and heating
my dinner. That night we walked down to the deli for more supplies he joked
with staff since next week was his first shift on Tuesday morning. They
handed him his uniform. She said they had to special order it because
nobody else was as skinny as he was that worked there. We all laughed at
the idea.

Back at home Kevin took a shower while I laid out stuff for work tomorrow
and planned meals for the week ahead.

I walked in the bathroom while he was showering to discuss his work
schedule and charging and direct deposit of his paycheck. He asked me to
join him briefly. I dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped in the
shower for a face sucking session under the hot water below the large
shower head that was supposed to emulate a heavy rain storm.

He shut off the water then took his dick, took aim and pee'd all over my
belly. It felt and smelled nice. Starting the water again I rinsed off then
we got out to dry off. His bathroom is too small for both of us to dry off
so I stepped into my bedroom.

The rest of the evening I worked on stuff for Monday morning meetings and
my outline for a night club marketing proposal I sketched in my head at the
skate park.

For the first time we both slept in my bed, spooning.

----

This week was like last week. Each day mostly the same except the sexual
welcome-home was different every day. He never seemed to run out of ideas
of things to try. On Thursday he met me at the door with a hot dog in a bun
on a small plate in front of him, which of course was actually his boner in
a bun with all the fixings. I ate that meal in the kitchen. He came twice
that evening before I ever got a chance to take a shower.

Two days this week he spent hours at the skate park, Tuesday he worked six
hours at the deli. She said he was a fantastic worker. I suspected his
bachelors in marketing was to blame for his business suggestions he
whispered to the boss from time to time.

We stopped at a burger joint to get carry out on the way home Sunday
night. He asked me about having Scott over. We discussed rules and days on
the way home when there was nobody sitting near us.

He said Scott offered to come over next weekend on Friday night for a
couple of hours since his owners were flying back home from France late
that night. He said they discussed it at the skate park during the
week. Scott also told him he heard the rumor of his time in the cage on the
bar at the gay night club a while back he was slowly becoming an
underground gay youth celebrity.  Scott said his mecha status was still a
secret.

It was now only 10 days to the contest he entered at the same club.

His new skateboard hardware got delivered. We installed it on the kitchen
table, he was excited about trying it out Monday at the park while I was at
work.


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