Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 23:18:24 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Love Will Find A Way

			   LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I was in love. Love is the one thing that makes a man truly
human. Love is what binds us together into a single human race. Love is
unending, love is inexhaustible, love is endlessly inventive and
clever. Whatever it takes, love will find a way.
     I was sitting in the hangar, waiting as patiently as only one of my
kind can. Having no glands anymore do a lot to helping you keep calm in the
middle of a storm. And all I was doing was hanging here, marking time like
a metronome, waiting until...
     Jerome came into the hangar carrying a small box. Oh, God, say that
was for me, say that was for me, say that...
     Jerome stepped up to my door and said, "Hi, Charley!"
     "Hello, Jerome." I said as calmly as I could, which is pretty darned
calm. "How are you this afternoon?"
     "Is it afternoon?" Jerome checked his watch. "Son of a bitch, it is!
I've missed lunch, but we had a delivery from Base Chrome-Seven and I had
to help unpack the ship, and I knew you've been waiting for this item." He
hoisted the box.
     "I surely have!" I said. "Come on in." I opened my door for him and he
stepped inside me.
     Yes, inside me. I'm a premium scoutship of the Earth League Space
Navy, the body of a scoutship, the brain of a human being, and it's a hell
of a great way to live on when your regular body plays out on you like mine
did on me.
     "I'll need access to your dormition equipment." Jerome reminded me.
     "I realize that." I said and another flash from my brain to the
maintenance controls caused the hatch to spring open.
     "I'll have you set up in just about ten minutes." Jerome went on. "A
good thing, too, for the Commander plans to send you out on another
reconnaissance very soon."
     "Sounds good." I let myself sound eager. "Give me a chance to try out
this new equipment you've been installing in me the last four months."
     "A lot of arcane items you've been asking for." Jerome ventured.
     I made my voice carefully controlled, the sound of a man who has a
secret and does not invite questions. "I have my reasons for every one of
them. There's more to being a scoutship than meets the casual eye, you
know."
     "I know, I know." Jerome said quickly, soothingly, nervously. "And the
Commodore tells us to give you whatever you ask for within reason. You've
sacrificed enough for Mankind as it is, after all."
     Now I felt nervous. "It's not such a big deal." I argued. "My other
choice was to stay alive a short while in a body smashed to useless bits
and then die. This way, I can keep on going."
     "Yes, you can." Jerome agreed, and he tightened the last connection
with a twist and stood up. "All right, it's installed for
you. Self-lubricating, too, as you instructed. Same as the hands I gave
you."
     "That's good." I said. "Massage at the right time and place can turn a
man from a faltering lackluster fighter into a champion warrior."
     "Massage." Jerome breathed a sigh of relieved comprehension. "And the
piece I just installed is...."
     "Massage equipment, yes." I interrupted him. "I hear Captain Swollett
approaching."
     Jerome hastily packed his tools and got out the door. A scoutship was
supposed to be ready at all times, and a maintenance man who was still on
the job when the pilot approached was in for at least a few demerits.
     I'd spoken ahead of time but not by too much, Captain Lars Swollett
was on the elevator coming down to the hangar, he'd be here in another
thirty to forty seconds. I spent the time getting everything ready for him,
running a pre-flight check, readying his quarters, even adjusting the
temperature, ozone content of the air and ionization rate to his optimum
performance requirements. This is why a scoutship outfitted with a human
brain to operate everything is so damned effective, the pilot can
concentrate on intelligence gathering or combat while I fly the ship and
dodge the gunfire far better than a human operating a machine ever
could. And hey, don't freak out about the brain-in-a-machine part of this;
we're all volunteers who have been gratefully rescued from a slow lingering
death in a cancer-ridden body by the process, so we were all damned eager
to cooperate!
     And to prove that I was still as human as you are, I was madly in love
with my human partner, Captain Lars Swollett. He didn't know that yet, but
I was going to find a way to tell him and prove it to him. Love will always
find a way.
     Lars stepped into the ship and gave a deep breath of satisfaction,
"Ah, damn, Charley, it's always so damned good to get in here with you!" He
declared. "The very air here smells better!"
     It ought to, not only is he not sharing this oxygen with five thousand
other humans, but his favorite air is pretty far off the norm they use
aboard ship. "Always good to see you, Lars." I said. "So where are we
going?"
     "Not too far, a little excursion around Beta Cephalus Seven and back."
Lars said and stretched. That made his slim-waisted, broad-armed form even
more svelte and panther-like. "There's a chance the Horus may be planning a
base there to use against us." We had a longstanding and uneasy truce with
them, which flared up into combat on a regular basis. But things were quiet
just now and had been for two months.
     Okay, a good time for your enemy to set up a new base to use against
you.
     "So, get your butt in the command chair and I'll get us out of dock."
I told him. He grinned that easy, clean grin of his and settled his body on
the chair. I liked how he looked on it, the deep gold of his uniform and
the pale blond hair looked so fine against that royal blue fabric, made him
look like a king on his throne.
     "All right, Charley." He said. "Take us on out."
     "Program laid in. Executing." I said to him formally.
     There were a series of uncomfortable (to Lars, I was fully cushioned
against all shocks of course) jerks and accelerations and then we were out
of the hangar. One more rather long acceleration and we were on our way,
out of the ship and into the limitless cosmos.
     "Well, now we've got four days to kill." I told Lars. "Doesn't life
just suck in the Space Navy?"
     "You're telling me." Lars agreed, yawned and stretched and again I was
reminded of a golden panther. So sleek and svelte.
     "What's first on your time-killing agenda?" I asked him.
     "Might as well get the exercise regimen out of the way." Lars told
me. "I was about to go to the ship's gym when they called me in to the
Commodore's office. Had to zip my uniform up over my workout togs."
     "So get out of them and I'll set up the routine." I told him. An
exercise hour. Perfect! "I have a few new wrinkles to throw at you this
time."
     "That's what I live for." Lars agreed and unzipped that golden
jumpsuit. Beneath was a t-shirt in pale blue and below that, sweatshorts in
a darker blue. Blues and golds, I loved Lars in blues and golds.
     I opened and extended a panel which held a pair of exercise shoes in
his size. We scoutships are equipped with all the conveniences Mankind can
send up, but the hours we would spend scouting out that world would make it
all worthwhile in return. And if Lars arrived lethargic and out of shape,
he couldn't live to return to the ship to report the data he'd collected.
     Lars groaned when he stepped into the exercise cubicle. Only some ten
feet on every side, it was a featureless blank room...that had extruded one
entire side to form a very steep incline. "A climbing wall? What's so new
about that?"
     "You should be so lucky." I told him. "At the top of this mountain is
the golden treasure of the Incas. See if you can claim it."
     I closed the door and then the entire room (including the door) lit up
into a full surround vista of a mountainside with a temple visible in the
high distance.
     "Cool!"
     "Better hurry." I told him. "The natives are after you already!"
     He looked behind him to see brown figures running "uphill" after
him. He began to climb the wall and as he climbed, I lowered the sections
so that he stayed only a foot or two up from the actual floor. The
"natives" got closer as he got into the rhythm and Lars not only had to
keep climbing, he had to dodge their spears and other objects that flew
through the air.
     Then he reached a small plateau and now he was in a jungle, and having
to run between the trees and other objects. A small river came up and he
had to swing across it on vines, all the while, the natives were getting
closer and closer.
     He made it to the "temple" at the half-hour mark and panting hard, he
gasped, "Okay, now what?"
     "The natives are too close to you. You'll have to scale down the other
side." I told him. And he spent the next half-hour going "down" the
mountain, jumping from place to place and using the vines that grew out of
the walls, having to jump from one to another as the natives continued
their pursuit of him. By the end of the hour, he was a solid, wet mass of
sweaty male stud, gasping and thoroughly exercised in all parts of his
body.
     "End of program." I told him and everything faded back out again. Lars
dropped his "treasure" which had turned into a small medicine ball and it
melted into the floor. "Whew, that's rougher than anything the ship's gym
can offer." he panted. "What if one of those spears had hit me."
     "You'd have a bump on your body to remind you to be more careful next
time." I agreed.
     "Man, I'm aching all over already." he panted.
     "Hit the shower, then climb into your dormition chamber." I told
him. "I've had them install some special massage equipment."
     "Oh...boy!" He moaned in anticipation. "Charley, if we were back on
Earth, I'd fucking marry you!"
     "Don't skip the shower." I said to him. "It's got a few features
you'll like as well."
     I watched him head for his bathing chamber, tearing off his clothes as
he went. Fully nude, he stood in the shower and said, "Okay, Charley, hit
me with all you've got!"
     I've never been able to look at Lars this way without remembering that
I'm still a man. All that is a man lives in your mind, after all. The body
is nice, very nice, but when it all is said and done, what makes you human
is your brain and I still had that. And this man wanted Lars very, very
much indeed!
     You're supposed to slowly lose all your humanity when they put you on
a ship like this. After a while, all that you are is a mechanical device,
and when that happens, they turn the brain to "sleep" mode and disconnect
you. It's not a quick end to your life, but then, what non-violent death
ever is quick?
     I'd only been a "brain" for less than a year, and I wanted Lars very,
very much, indeed! But I've already said that.
     I gave Lars a shower he'd remember and brag about back on the ship to
all the poor souls who never rated a brainship of their own. All the
luxuries are piled into us ships for their crews and for the brain's
sanity. I could do so much, so very, very much. I even had a circuit to
initiate my own pleasure center. Some brains used that circuit far too
much, as long as you didn't use it when you were needed elsewhere, the
Commodore didn't care. Me, I was keeping it for a special occasion...soon,
soon.
     But back to the shower, I started him on a nice hot spray that
contained lots of sweat-destroying soap, Lars lathered himself and sang a
happy, dirty military tune about the glory of shore leave on an exotic
world and the even more exotic women who waited there with exotic ways of
pleasing a man in uniform. I always figured the Space Navy had ordered that
song written, it made too many impressible young studs sign up hoping to
find out if the song was telling the truth or not.
     After Lars had scrubbed himself, I turned the shower onto a power
rinser, still very warm and he held his body up to me in sequence and I
scrubbed all that soap and grime off of him. I finished up with a warm
drying blast of air scented with a musky male fragrance that would keep him
smelling nice for hours.
     Lars waited for a time then said, "Well?"
     "Well, what?" I teased him.
     "Where's my clothes?"
     "You're about to get a full body massage." I informed him. "What would
you want with clothes?"
     "Oh! Right!" Lars said. "Where to?"
     "The dormition chamber." I said. Come into my parlor said the spider
to the fly....
     "Right. Let's do it, I'm getting hungry."
     Me, too, me, too, I thought as Lars padded down the short hallway into
the dormition room. The dormition chamber functioned as his bed, but in an
emergency, it could also save his life, air and food and water could be
piped in there, even if the ship was badly breached, as long as the
dormition chamber operated (and it had a separate power source), the pilot
would live. It was the size of a full-sized bed, but the central part where
Lars lay was barely wider than he was. The rest of it was the pride of my
mechanized body, all the best parts and most delicate controls were in this
chamber. And more than the ship, I controlled it utterly.
     Lars stepped up onto the edge of the central chamber and then into
it. "Lie on your back first." I told him. "Later, we'll turn you over."
     "Got it." Lars agreed and lay out on the bed like a prime rib ready
for basting.
     My first extensions surprised him. "Those look like hands."
     "How else would I massage you if not with hands?" I asked him. "Close
your eyes and relax."
     Those hands worked on my brain like real hand and as Jerome had
observed, they were self-lubricating. Warm, oil-smoothed hands, they slid
over Lars' body in slow, sensual motions, and I felt his body in a way I
hadn't felt a human form in any way for almost two years.
     Lars is almost hairless, not that he shaves it but that his body kept
his hair except on his head and his pubic region to a thin, white,
inoffensive level. My hands slid over the smooth mounds of his breasts,
playing and tweaking his nipples, and he grunted, "Hey, watch the goodies."
he told me.
     "You let me alone." I retorted. "I know what I'm doing."
     And I continued to feel his body, the rippled abs that had performed
so ably time and again in his exertions in the exercise room, the strong
biceps that had suspended his body in mid-air as he had dangled and dodged
native spears being thrown at him, the legs that had ferried him upwards,
upwards, upwards, and never tired. And above them, there was...ah!
     "Enjoying the massage?" I asked him.
     Lars had a rather prominent erection. He grinned, totally
unembarrassed. "What can I say? My body likes what you're doing!"
     "So I'll do it some more." I told him. As I rubbed his inner thighs,
his cock jerked and throbbed.
     "Oh, man, I'm going to have to jerk off pretty soon!" Lars
murmured. "Last time I had a massage, the woman gave me a happy ending."
     "You mean like this?" I asked him and my hands closed upon his cock
and gripped him firmly.
     "Ahhh, ahh!" he gasped, in surprise but didn't otherwise move to
protest my seizure of his pride and glory.
     My hands were programmed to jerk this big pud just the right amount
and at the right speed. I'd studied Lars' own manipulations in the night
when I was supposed to not be watching him, and I had his tempo and
preferred methods down to a perfect program of sensuous delights.
     "Ohhh, man, Charley, you are one handy fellow to have running my
ship!" Lars gasped as I manhandled him to perfection. "I couldn't do this
better myself!" And he didn't know how right he was.
     "And I never get tired." I agreed.
     "Oh, man, this is so fucking hot!" Lars moaned. "We get to do this the
next four days?"
     "As much as you want." I agreed. "I have programs running that cover
this activity, it won't even go in the automatic log entries. Far as they
know, you're sitting in your chair reading a good book!"
     "A good book!" Lars chuckled. He liked that. "The best fucking book I
ever read!"
     "The book is called "As You Like It."
     "Yeah!" Lars laughed again and I used that time to bring in my next
gift for him.
     My "mouth" closed on Lar's cock and he groaned. "What is that?"
     "You wanted a happy ending." I reminded him. "Isn't this what you got
the last time?"
     "Oh, ahhhh, ah, yeah, yeah!" Lars moaned. "So fucking hot, so hot!"
     "And I can keep it up for hours and hours." I told him. I proceeded to
do so, sucking on Lar's dong and keeping him heavily pleasured, but never
quite stimulating him to the point of climax. And with the tube-like
"mouth" on his cock, he couldn't get his own hand onto his cock to do
anything about it.
     His hints to finish him off got stronger and stronger, but I
persevered until he moaned, "Oh, damn it, Charley! How much longer are you
going to torture me like this! I got to come, man, I got to come! Please,
man, get to it, get me off, man, get me off!"
     "All right, but I need you to turn over, first." I taunted him.
     "Turn...over?"
     "Turn over. Come on, you can do it. I'll help." My hands helped Lars
to groggily roll over so that he was on his stomach. "Now, lift up your
buttocks, get on your knees. You're pinching the mouth so it can't suck
right."
     That was enough to get Lars up in a hurry and when he did, I unrolled
my piece de resistance. The part that Jerome had been kind enough to
install for me.
     My new, realistic acting, self-lubricating, fluid-squirting-on-command
non-organic prick!
     Lars was so worked up, he only moaned as he felt the glans of my cock,
warmed to body temperature of course, as it prodded him in between his
buttocks. When it contacted his sphincter and began to press in, he grunted
and his muscles practically sucked it inside of him.
     And now I began to work him again even harder than before. I knew his
every heartbeat and breath, knew just when he'd reach orgasm...and kept him
carefully just below that mark. I got my dong all the way inside him and
began to thrust it in and out of him with deep, artistic motions that
rubbed his prostate seven ways from Sunday, he never knew if it was going
to be a slow slide along the tip of the prostate, if it would be a bump of
the glans as it plunged in, or if the contact would be delayed until the
prong was halfway inside.
     "Oh, oh, God, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it!" Lars was
moaning. "I'm going crazy, man, going fucking crazy! Please, man, please,
do me, do me, fuck me harder, fuck me hard and fast, fuck me, take me, use
me, I'm your bitch, man, I'm your bitch! Fuck my hairy man ass like it was
a cunt, come on, fuck me hard!"
     "Yeah, Lars, going to fuck you hard. Fuck you right! Fuck you just
right!" I told him, and believe me, the fact I didn't have any glands any
longer didn't matter one bit. I was fucking the man I loved and he was
loving it and believe me, the mind can turn that into all the passion you
could ever want or need!
     And Lars was ready, more than ready now, and so was I, I pushed him
past the point of no-return, and as he struck his long-withheld climax and
roared passionately into his pillow as his cock loaded my mouth-tube with
hot man-juice, I triggered a spray of faux jizz into his ass and tripped my
own pleasure button and gave myself the first orgasm I'd permitted myself
since Lars had come into my life! Oh, God, it was so good, so fucking good,
loving a man and being loved by him, and Lars pumped a huge load into me
and I shot into him a like amount and both of us were groaning, moaning,
sweating and swearing wearily into the perfectly ozoned air around us.
     Lars slumped down onto the bed when I retracted my mouth and hands
from under him and I let him, stroked his back a time or two and he turned
over and then I had his chest to play with an fondle in those slow,
post-climactic motions that two lovers make.
     "You are the best, Charley." he told me. "The very fucking best! I
thought you were the perfect match for me before, but now...shit! I want to
move in here and never, never come out!"
     "I never want you to leave me." I agreed. "Maybe we could talk with
the Commodore, there's no reason to shove you into a bunkroom between
missions, is there?"
     "I don't know, man." Lars sighed. "Man, I need a nap! Wake me up in an
hour or so, okay and then I'll eat. And we'll talk, see what we can work
out."
     "All right then, you sleep now." I told him. "Sweet dreams, Lars."
     "Thanks, Charley. I love you."
     "I love you, too." I said as he settled in and soon his breaths and
heart-rate told me he was sleeping. The sleep of a man in love.
     Love. Such a beautiful word.
     Lars and I would stay together...somehow. After all, we loved each
other. And whatever happens, love will find a way.

				  THE END
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