Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 09:56:00 -0500 From: ^sHarp Simon-Harper <sharper@inorbit.com> Subject: "I am not interested" - Chapter one "I am not interested" - Chapter one - gay SF story - by Simon Harper - sharper@inorbit.com - Please tell me what you think, especially if you like it ;-) *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** I'm not interested in the way things work. I was watching my Christopher arrive - the clamps from the dorsal array extended. His face was frowning with concentration. "Where are you now?" he asked. "Cleaning my teeth," I mumbled. His picture floated before me on the mirror. A status listing on the left hand side scrolled up rapidly as his approach advanced : ETA nine minutes. I had to dress. "No cam in there?" "What?" "You don't have the camera in the bathroom?" "Not switched on. Wait." I dropped the teeth cleaner and grabbed a towel. I blew on the interface and selected 'Local cam activate'. Christopher's face broke into a smile. "Pleased to see you," he said. The thud of the clamps sounded in his cabin and he threw the controls down. He floated from his seat to the exchange port with a swift wave good bye. Then I was looking at his broad back, purple with a terrific tattoo of the face of a Jesus Christ - it filled the entire expanse. The crown of thorns, with Christ's rich and glossy hair, across his shoulders, the nose to one side of his spine, the placid lips and lightly bearded chin in the small down to the buttocks. Christ's pathetic eyes looked out from his rippling shoulder blades like the eyes on the wings of a peacock butterfly. The representation of blood and tears and grime on Christ's cheeks decorated the flanks of Christopher's body like the lace hanging over the doors of a sacred cupboard. His body looked like the adorned altar built around a holy relic... "See you shortly," he said. The screen changed back to broadcast entertainment. I pulled on a thin interior wear suit and asked for something to drink. He'd be here any moment. I should be clean. "Where are you now?" I asked. "I won't be a sec. Just dealing with the motion shock." That meant he was standing still. Transition was a bit dodgy. The door gave way and he came in, striding like a giant. "You look great," I said, admiring him. "So do you." He bent over me and rubbed me over through the suit. "Mmm, what happened to the towel?" "Thought it was a bit... I don't know. I wanted to dress." "Dress to undress." His tongue licked my teeth and lips and our noses touched and his eyes were looking straight into my eyes, with no electronics intervening. "I've missed you," I said, pressing him with my hard-on. "M-me too-oohh what's this?" His fingers ran down the seam of my ass crack and under to where my balls were hanging. Then he put his hands on my hips to push me away slightly, pulling the suit off, guiding my tottering legs back through and onto the bed. He opened his clothes and got his dick out and pushed it into me. "Oh, baby," he said, "I love to fuck you. I've missed our fucks. I've missed the feeling of your tight asshole around my prick." I was pushing myself onto him. "Deep," I whispered. He raised himself up over me, his whole body tense and compressed with effort, the squares on his stomach indented deeply, he pushed himself up into the mechanism. "Oh, baby," he moaned, "switch it up to Max." I switched it up to Max. I felt the soft spurts of his cum shooting into me. After he withdrew, the cum ran out of me again and formed a grey pod on the bed covering. I laughed like I was embarrassed. "Don't worry," said Christopher, wiping his dick on my towel. He used the towel to remove some of the sweat that had dripped off him and onto my skin and that he had smeared over me when he dropped. "Change the sheets," I ordered. "Hold that command," Christopher interrupted. "There's no rush and it makes so much commotion." He meant the cleaning function on the bed. "You don't like commotion," I said. "And you," said Christopher pulling me towards him so that his half-erection bumped against me, "you don't like mess." *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** It's true that I don't like mess. When Christopher is away the flat is very clean and tidy. Christopher was away. "Talk to me," said Christopher, "I miss you." "I wish I was with you now," I said. "That's good! Like that." "I wish I could lie beside you in the cabin." "You can't do that. It's not allowed." "Not allowed. No, we cannot leave the flat." We are not allowed to leave the flat. I'm not sure why. I don't understand everything. "Sorry, continue." "Continue wishing." "Yes from where I interrupted." "If I was with you now I would undo your clothes and pull you out and put my lips around your penis." "Nob!" smiled Christopher. "Yes, nob ... and I would ride my mouth up and down your ... nob, until you groaned and I made you ejaculate." "Cum." "Ejaculate. Yes, cum." "I just like to have my nob inside any part of you, baby. You are so lovely to hold and screw." "Screw. Yes screw me. Screw me and unscrew me." "Screw. Just screw." Christopher smiled again. I don't understand everything. He took out his 'nob' and started wanking, staring at me, in the camera. I stroked my nipples and inserted one of my fingers into my anal hole. I fondled my penis and opened my mouth so that he could see my tongue. "That's it," said Christopher, "oh you're so goood." "I am good," I said. "Oh yes," said Christopher, "you are good." He came, and flicked the handful of his spunk into a cleaner. "Off," he said. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** "On," he said. "I am good," I said. "I missed you," said Christopher. He was standing in front of me. I was lying naked. "I wasn't ready," I said. "No, sorry, I forgot." "I don't, but I am not ready." "I've got stuff to do. I'll be back in about 15 minutes." "Yes." I dressed. Christopher called me into the other room. When I entered his face dropped. "I wanted you naked," he said. "Sorry." "Undress." I started. "Slowly!" I stopped. "Undress slowly. I want to enjoy every bit." I undid the closures one by one and the suit fell off gradually. First he could see the centre of my chest and then my solid soft curved and flattened stomach, my navel with its little jewel. He watched my fingers as each closure was released and my pubic area became exposed to him, my penis started rising, and my clean balls. My shoulders broad and strong, the niche of my collarbone and my pecs clean and smooth, my strong chest and hard narrow waist. "Turn." My back, muscular, moving as my arms and fingers moved; the narrow curled small of my back; the round and prominent buttocks. I bent forward to lower the last part of my clothing and showed my anal hole to him. "Oh, fucking gorgeous." He reached forward and drew me onto him and stuck his tongue into my hole and up and down the cleavage of my ass. He didn't speak for some time until I thought he had finished, he said "What's ... ?" "What?" "What's this?" I could feel his finger pointing to a place on my back. "What's this?" "We aren't allowed to go out," I said. "You went out?" "We aren't allowed to go out." "So you didn't go out?" "We aren't allowed to go out." "What's this? It's dirt. How did that happen? What kind of dirt? It's ... Is this shit on your back?" In the camera I could see the little brown-red speck and Christopher's finger next to it, a comparison, for size. "Yes, it is shit." "How did that happen?" "It got left there." "Left from what?" "Michael's" "Michael's shit?" "You said he could use me." "I said what? Oh, yes, I did tell him that." "He used me." "When?" "Four hundred and forty nine point seven hours ago." "What's that in ... days?" "Eighteen days, seventeen hours, forty two minutes." "He was here then? How long was he here for?" I told him. "Christ. Really made a meal of it." I didn't reply. Christopher asked for a scan of the cam shots. He reclined in the seat and I lay down beside him looking at the image. "Start at - give the timestamp." I gave the timestamp. "Whatever, yes." The image came on immediately. I was on the bed in a state of sleep. There was Michael. "Hey dude," waved Michael at one of the cams. "Preference cam 19," ordered Christopher to the house, and as Michael came forward he altered the preference to maintain the best view. "Today," said Michael, "I'm going to show you a real something! Something to entertain you upon your return." The moisture in Christopher's fingertips changed and his arm tightened around me. He said, "What's he gone and done?" and chuckled into my neck, kissing me. Michael approached my sleeping body and said "On." I woke. "Michael," I said, "sorry, I was asleep. Why are here?" "I've come here for you." "Oh?" "Kneel before me." I knelt, looking down. "You do what you're told." "Always, yes." Christopher hardened and put my hand on his dick. I held it. Christopher stroked my arm up and down. "We're going to play," said Michael. "Play, yes." "Play dirty." "Play dirty, yes." "Play dirty boy, dirty shit eating slut." I repeated what Michael said. "Where is Christopher?" I asked. "Exterior relay disable. Don't call him," he said. He gave the permission code and defined some parameters, mostly disabling my usual home settings. He started stroking my head and gave me a slap - hard, so that my neck was twisted. "Wow," said Christopher, and he gave me a kiss better. "You're great at this." Michael got out his penis and I sucked him off - though he didn't come because he wanted to save it. Then he turned around and I licked his anus and then he said, "Open your mouth," and he shit into my mouth. "Eat," he said. "Jeezuss," said Christopher. His eyes were wide open staring at the image and his hand had stopped moving. His heart rate and blood pressure, his moisture and temperature were all elevated. His skin reddened and the magnetic flux around his body tightened. I lay my head on his chest. "You ate his shit?" "I did eat his shit." "I know ... but ... jeez ... ewee!" In the image some of Michael's shit was on my face and Michael saw this in a cam. "Smear it all over your face." I did. "Smear it all over your body." I was covered head to toe in his shit. "Ohh yes," said Michael. "I like that. You like it too." "Yes," I said. "Do you like being covered in shit, my shit?" "Yes," I said. You don't mind that it is not Christopher's shit?" "I'd never do that," said Christopher. "Jeezuss." Michael wanked over my face and the cum mixed with his shit and ran down me, over my chest and over my penis and between my legs. "Wowee," said Christopher, "You are unbelievable. Pause," he ordered. "I've got to fuck you, you horney little slut, I've got to fuck you. Turn around." I turned around and Christopher fucked me and came really quickly without me switching it up to Max. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** I am not interested in the way things work. Christopher sat scanning the last few weeks' cam shots. "You do stuff when I'm not here," he said. "Yes, I do stuff." "Like entertain yourself and eat and drink." "I do stuff." "It's funny. I like that. It's like you copy me." "I entertain myself." "Yeh, I know." I heard Christopher say "very entertaining" to himself. "Do you ever get lonely," he asked, "all here by yourself?" "We are not allowed to go out." "I know. So, do you wish someone was here?" "Michael visits." "Someone else. Someone who came to see you and talk to you and, like, discuss stuff, gossip, watch a show with you?" "How would that work?" I said. "Dunno. I was just wondering." "I don't see how that would work." "Would you like it?" "I don't see how that would work." "No. Ok. No big." "Michael visits." "Yeh, but all he wants is to, frankly, be abusive. He humiliates you. He treats you like you aren't even alive. That's how it looks. I don't treat you like that - do I?" "How would that work?" "It wouldn't. I wouldn't be happy doing that. I couldn't do that to you." He got up and walked over to me and pressed me and got me to bend over and he fucked me. "But I like what Michael did to you, I like seeing you like that. It is so horney. It's disgusting. It's fucking. Marvellous." He was fucking me. He said, "and Max." I was on Max. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** "Where are you Christopher?" I said. Christopher appeared. "I'm here with Michael." I located them in the gallery refreshment lounge. They were sitting with a whole crowd of other people. "Everything ok, honey?" said Christopher. "Hey, Ris, what's up?" asked a voice. "Oh, it's, um, Robert. I told you. Here. Take a look." I saw lots of faces as the cam was handed around. "Hey cute," said one of the men. He was youngish, with the popular look. "Hey, come out and meet us here. Ris, get him to come out." "We are not allowed to go out," I said. And I heard Christopher say, "He's a bit shy, really. And busy. You're busy aren't you?" "I am busy." "Oh right," said the man. "Suit yourself." When Christopher got home I showed him something. I had taken my picture - me dancing around the flat - and I had simulated it into a club so I was with other people and they were dancing, dancing with each other and with me. "Hey, that's good," said Christopher. "You did that?" "I did the simulation." "Hey it's really good. I'm going to send a copy to Michael. You're really sexy when you dance - and those guys dancing with you, and flirting with you, and touching you. Really sexy. I like it. You're funny," he said, "and sexy. Really sexy. You turn me on and the funny things you do, turns me on too ... turns me on." He leaned over and gave me a kiss and put his arms around me and pulled me towards him and I leaned into him and kissed him and put my tongue inside him and kissed him and held onto him and felt his body pressing harder and harder into me and he stuck his finger into me and felt the machinery. "I didn't know I could do that," he said. He stuck his finger in more deeply and felt the rubbery-plasticy innards. "I didn't know I could do that," he said. "What's that?" "That's me," I said. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** "I am not interested" - Chapter one - gay SF story - by Simon Harper - sharper@inorbit.com - Please tell me what you think, especially if you like it ;-)