Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 02:35:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert R <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vacuuming Robot

Once I had an oriental male friend who use to call me by my first name
Robert, but when he said it, it came out Robot. I'll never forget him, I
havent seen him in awhile.

So it still came as a surprise to me when I received a package via UPS that
was a large square box, and when I tore into it, I saw the word ROBOT. And
Robot it is, a compact vacuuming homestyle Robot cleaner with adjustable
automatic timer and remote. A state of the art that my husband, Superman
had obviously bought special just for me. No more handling the old hoover,
this mechanism was built to last forever and adjust to any cleaning order
in the home. The Robot had a spyglass with which it could virtually see
what was in front of it. I unwrapped it, and carefully read the manua
instruction booklet while my muscular husband was away.

Little did I know he was thanking a scientist inventor he knew for having
constructed the special Robot for me as a gag gift. He had told
Dr. Carefree about his incident with an alien machine that had come to this
planet in search of superhuman sperm. Superman's guess was that he got
molested by a robotic machine in order to conduct experiments with what the
machine could literally take out of him by making him succumb to the hard
suctioning power of the gizmo, making the Man of Steel shake his wad into
the vacuum chute for the Alien's experiments. To make a long story short,
Superman wanted to giggle at the fact he was not the only victim in this
scenario, and had Dr. Carefree build a highly sophisticated sucking Robot
to his specifications to look like a store bought item.

This I much later discovered after this one unusual afternoon.

Alone in the front room, propped on the couch reading the instruction
handbook, the Robot appeared quite complete and reminded me of a Star Wars
R2D2 unit, but it had two circular antenae on top that could move back and
forth. It seems this Robot was built for easy handling by almost the wary
novice handler, and could pretty much take care of itself. So I plugged in
in to an electrical socket, and noticed a red light beam turn on. This
meant the Robot was ready to charge, and the charge time would take 30 min
for it to do a random cleaning of several rooms. So I allowed it to charge
fully before attempting to use it because I wanted it to work right.

After cleaning the kitchen, I came back and read the newspaper on an easy
chair. The Robot's red light beam suddenly turned green. I suppose this
meant the charge was complete and it was ready to conduct its business. On
the side of the small machine, was a lever handle that could move up or
down. Moving it up meant it gave more liberated power as moving it down
meant it gave it less mobility to move around on its own.

Unfortunitely, the lever was not as strong as I thought it would be, and
move upward rather quickly. This made a surge in the vacuuming power sound,
although it did not yet move. So I lowered the lever, before clicking the
mobility button on.

It came on and slowly moved about. I unplugged the machine, and detached
the wire charge hookup. Automatically, it let out two appendages with
vacuum attachments on each one, and began to look for signs of dirt,
stains, soils, grease, and the ususal uncleanliness. It began its work
quite thorough, and I sat back down to read the paper again, letting the
machine to run free, hoping it wouldnt collide with furniture.

Unfortunitely, I was wearing what I usually wear around the privacy of my
own home, just a plain ordinary white V neck t-shirt, and the Activskin
legwear tights I feel comfortable in under runner's shorts..

While sitting on the lounge chair, I could see the machine begin to clean
around the area from where I was sitting. But instead of getting up from my
chair, I lazily stayed there hoping the thing would simply clean around
me. It first got the side of my left armrest, and then moved its "things"
to vacuum the chair below my legs. Then for some reason, it began to vacuum
my right leg all the way up towards my right thigh. I thought, ok, this is
really wierd, but just then it shot to between my legs under my runner's
shorts. What the heck, I thought, because it then grabbed me by my
crotch. I immediately got up from the chair, letting the newspaper fly
about. Some strange long robotic arm came out of a third socket with two
small prongs on the end and clasped to the side of my shorts. While the
vacuum had stayed with its grip around my crotch, it gently pulled down my
blue shorts as if it was sexually aroused. The vacuuming tube let go for
just a minute to

 allow the runner's shorts to fall around both my knees, and the funny
thing dived in again right where my dick was protruding from inside the
tights control top.

It swallowed me whole and engulfed its circular attachment tube to
completely circle around my dickhead, and then I heard the motor make a
sound I had never heard before. It actually brought itself to create more
power on its own with no help from me. With that kind of suction power, I
felt myself being driven into the vacuum capsule. For some reason, this
thing knew what it was doing, and it kept doing it for a very strong
minute. The sensation was actually awesome, cause I had never felt anything
like this before. It was like the machine was made to perform this sex act
on a male animal. The instant sucking became dizzying, and I just let it go
at that point. Without trying to alter my Activskin pantyhose tights, it
began to suck me right thru my hose. The flexibility of the stretching hose
gear allowed the machine to devour me whole. and my dick just kept getting
harder and harder with each vacuum power thrust. The noise became so much
that the

 sucking sound almost overan the rest of the machine. My legs began to
throttle at the sheer sensation it was belting into my system, and I felt
myself beginning to sweat around the forehead. If finally got me fully
erect, bouncing from my hose and taking me in ready to take anything that
might yet happen. My shorts touched the ground to my tennis shoes, when I
heard Superman come from the back kitchen entrance, with a big smile on his
face. He had set me up.

No sooner had he come to my rescue, but the machine allowed its alternate
chute to climb on top of him. I dont think he was expecting this move from
the machine at that moment. The look on his face stopped short of what he
was trying to say to make the joke he played work. He stood there with a
desperate look of anguish as the other suction capsule surrounded his
bulge. The motor seemed to turn on louder from the other side as if it had
two seperate motors inside. Superman gasped, "NO!", and the thing began its
action on Superman. The thing really let an awful gut wretching sound of
sucking power as it took the Man of Steel's crotch in one easy SLURRRP. Its
almost as if Superman had been thru this type of thing before not too long
ago. It didnt take much to make both his meaty thighs to quiver with thirst
as the appendage began to work on both of us at the same time doing the
same thing. Sucking for manly meat thru very tight tights on both of us,
not

 giving a care about material, or what not. I was already in, and Superman
was going in slowly but surely for another round of sexually induced
robotic stimulus pleasure. I could see his red tight tights stretching with
the hard on that began to appear into the chute. The strong spandex was no
match for the force that begged it to set the inside protrusion free. By
the sense of my gizmo working on me, the capsule could actually stretch to
some extent from the original size to accomodate growing power.

Suddenly the two of us found ourselves captive by an unrelenting machine
that had just been charged to give us both its all. Both our legs lay
quivering, and our hands lay outward as searching for something to lean
on. Both Superman and I succumbed to the aching power of a pre-programmed
sexual bot that seemed to be hungry for manmeat of any kind, but got a real
life superhero, and his sexual buddy. Superman enjoyed seeing me wear those
skimpy tights that are actually pantyhose made just for men, and thats
almost how we met, because he told me he once noticed me wearing them using
his x-ray vision from under my pants.

Somehow I managed to reach over to the switch to turn on the ceiling fans,
because we needed it. How funny that two strong men, brought into full
focus at what machinery is capable of in doing. One machine making us cum
little by little, and the other to cool us off while this is going
on. Superman came first as I could hear him give an almost silent heave,
and saw a huge wad of soil appear at the end of the inside chute. He had
just came inside his shorts, as he closed his eyes to enjoy every instant
of it, cause the machine kept sucking even while Superman let go of his
ultimate squirt. The chute around me suddenly spun sideways around my dick
as if fighting for me to lose my cool, and I did. I was hoping to outlast
this big mountain of muscle by not cumming first, but at last, it made me
shoot. Superman opened his aching weak mouth, and began licking my neck and
earlobe. I got down and began to suck on his hard muscle tits. We were in
heaven the two

 of us.

Several days later, Superman informed me of Dr. Carefree's trick. The good
doctor was also gay, and thought it humorous to bring two strong fellows to
their knees as well as the intended-me.

We kept the machine, and thanked the good doctor.


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