Ethan and Kevin, Part 2

It took almost all weekend but it was finally done and totally worth it. It was a race against time not knowing how my bud Kevin and his dad Ethan would last in their state. I had to leave them glitching while hacking into their systems, studying their programs, and modifying them just enough to get me some control without getting into trouble. Just in the nick of time, the two androids announced they were out of power and promptly shut down, severing their connection to my self-built router.

After charging them, which I had to figure out by groping their hot (but literally cold) bodies for their power ports, I booted them up again, being careful to put them immediately into robot mode which then ran my own program that made them obey my commands without question. I told them to walk into Ethan's room and get on the bed. Butt naked, of course.

Upon entering the master bedroom, I chanced upon a half-open closet where, to my shock, I discovered a few faceplates and heads on the shelves. I took one that looked like a middle-aged man's and asked Ethan about it. It simply answered, in an emotionless but still deep and gruff voice, that those were head replacements when he needed to "be" someone else. Curious, I walked over to the older man and placed my hands firmly on each side of his head. Having quickly studied their schematics, I sharply turned Ethan's head to the right side until I heard a clicking sound.

"Error. Error. Abrupt removal of cranial component," Ethan said in a very robotic voice as his body stiffened up. Kevin simply stood beside his "dad", looking blankly ahead and undisturbed while I played around with Ethan's original head. Having had my fun, I took the spare head I found and did the reverse, clicking it into place.

"OK bots, get on your knees and hands behind your backs," I commanded. The two studs moved stiffly to follow my commands, still looking emotionless and lifeless. I can't deny it was turning me on so hard. In contrast, however, the two robot's large cocks were totally flaccid.

"This won't do," I chuckled. "Get hard," I commanded and the cocks immediately sprung to life, standing up full-mast. "Get soft," I said and their artificial penises dropped instantly. "Get hard alternately again and again," I tested. Ethan's cock went rigid while Kevin's remained drooping. After a few seconds, however, their states reversed. I laughed so hard at the show that it took me a few seconds to recompose myself.

"OK, stop," I said, catching my breath. The cocks immediately froze where they were, leaving Kevin's pointing forward on its way up and Ethan's softening down.

I was having too much fun, but it was no time to get to business. "OK, robots, who made you?" I asked, having not found that data anywhere in their files.

The two stiffened up and, for a brief moment, showed some ferocity on their faces. "Information is classified. Data not found in unit's storage," they both said in unison before slumping back to their original positions and blank expressions.

OK, I'll have to figure that one out later. "What is your purpose, then?" another piece of information that I didn't find quickly.

"This unit is designed and programmed to analyze and emulate human behavior without compromising its nature," they said together.

"So basically to learn how to blend with humans? For what purpose?"

The robots stiffened up again and said, "Information is classified. Data not found in unit's storage."

"Oh well, so much for that," I said out loud, shaking my head. It was only a brief distraction because I definitely had other things in mind.

"Hm ... OK, since you both seem to be veeery anatomically correct, are you capable of sex? And if so, with whom?" I finally asked the big question.

"Affirmative. These machines are programmed for multiple sexual orientations and procedures," they answered together.

"Ethan unit configuration is set to bisexual. No current relationship target," the older man answered plainly.

"Kevin unit configuration is set to homosexual. Current relationship target: human Mark," my friend flatly said without batting an eyelash.

I was genuinely surprised at the revelation and couldn't believe my luck. If I understood it correctly, my secret crush also had a crush on me! And even if that were not the case, it would have been easy to get around that since my secret crush is a hot fucking robot.

Unable to restrain my emotions, I grabbed Kevin's head and pressed my mouth onto his, kissing him first before invading his mouth with my tongue.

"Physical stimulus in oral cavity detected. Running sexual protocols," Kevin said in a monotone without breaking our one-sided kiss that I found even hotter, his voice sounding like it was coming from his chest rather than his throat.

I eventually pulled back to catch my brief, realizing that Kevin's face looked entirely blank all that time despite the passionate kissing. Hot!

"Um, by any chance, do you guys, I mean bots, fuck with each other?" I asked, this time a bit embarrassed at the idea.

"Affirmative," came the shocking answer that left my mouth hanging open. "These units regularly practice sexual processes to improve their performance and maintain sexual components' operations."

I almost shouted with glee like a kid on Christmas day. I scored not one but two fucking hot robots on one day, both of which happen to also be the objects, and apparently literal objects, of my jack-off sessions.

"OK bots, I think we're going to have a fun Sunday night. Execute whatever programming you have when fucking each. This time, though, I'll be joining you," I smirked as I quickly got undressed, watching as an emotionless Ethan pushed an equally emotionless Kevin down on the bed, raising the younger robot's legs up in the air and unceremoniously thrusting its artificial cock into Kevin's chute. Ethan fucked Kevin rhythmically and mechanically while I got into position and also shoved my already leaking penis into the "dad's" accommodating hole. I could only think of the possibilities while I alternately fucked the two silent machines until I finally passed out from exhaustion. This, after all, was only the beginning.

Ethan and Kevin, Part 1

"Hi Mr. Gray," I shook the hand of a rather buff middle-aged man in front of me.

"Just Ethan, son. I mean Mark, sorry. Kevin has told me so much about you it feels like you're already part of the family," the man said after finally releasing my hand from his firm grasp.

"Has he, now?" I elbowed my new best bud, trying my best to hard my blushing face. Fortunately, it seems that both males were completely oblivious to my predicament.

"Well, as they say, 'mi casa, su casa'. I hope you enjoy your stay. Kevin rarely brings any of his college friends around.

"Not that I have that many. C'mon Dad, let him at least unpack his stuff in peace before you start embarrassing me. And don't you have to be somewhere?" Kevin inquired. Mr. Gray, or Ethan rather, strangely stood still for a moment with a questioning look before enlightenment dawned on his face.

"Oh yeah! That. Activity's been canceled but I do need to take a shower. See you boys at dinner later," the man said after giving his short beard a few rubs.

"I'll be in my room down the hall if you need anything. I'll just set up the vids we can watch later," Kevin waved as he pushed his old man out my door.

With both of them gone, I finally got around to setting up my laptop and my own personal wireless station. The geek in me just wouldn't connect to someone else's Wi-Fi without an added layer of protection, even if it's Kevin's. Besides, it gives me a chance to analyze their home network's security (which is probably nonexistent) and try to spy on what good ol' Kevin has been browsing in his spare time. I heard a loud crash just as I flipped the switch on my router to block and filter out unknown data packets. I rushed out of my room and ran down the hallway and passed by the bathroom door that was left ajar. I peeked inside and had to stop myself from gasping out loud.

There was Ethan, one of two men of my dreams and jack-off sessions, leaning back against the bathroom sink, his arms propping himself up for support. More than that, he was completely naked safe for pure white briefs that could barely contain his flaccid member.

"Mr. Gray, I mean, Ethan, is everything OK?" I asked, half out of fear that I was caught and half out of concern that that man was standing completely still. He didn't seem to respond to my call, staring down at the floor and the bottle of shampoo that must have been the source of the sound earlier. It was as if he was completely frozen, except for his mouth which seemed to be mumbling something.

"Error. Network connection not found. Sending emergency signal. Error. Kevin unit unreachable. Signal failed. Error. Network unavailable. Awaiting instructions. Error ..." Ethan looped in a low monotone voice, his jaw moving up and down without matching the words he was saying. His eyes looked straight down, blank and glassy.

Emboldened, I stepped closer and waved my hand across his unresponsive eyes and then put my ears on his unmoving chest. I could feel and hear the soft humming inside as well as clicking noises each time he repeated the error messages. Mr. Ethan was a robot! More importantly, so was Kevin! And if my wireless contraption caused the older machine to malfunction, I wonder what happened to the other object of my fantasies.

I gave Ethan's rather meaty (and now obviously fake) member one more grope before I reluctantly left the looping robot in the bathroom. It was all I could do to keep myself from stripping the machine and hacking it right then and there. Among other things, of course. My curiosity has definitely gotten the better of me as I sprinted down the hallway to where my best friend said his room was.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I opened the door to the room of the man I have secretly been crushing on for the past months since we befriended each other. Despite already knowing what I may be in for, I was nonetheless still surprised at what I saw.

My best bud was on his bed, still wearing the soccer uniform he had on earlier. He was clearly browsing through the videos he had on his laptop and may have stumbled on a rather steamy one that seemed to arouse something inside him. Or it rather. I wasn't sure whether it was the network or if he was already in the middle of the action when I flipped the switch, but it seems that he got stuck jacking off repeatedly, his face repeatedly switching between looking around and looking blank.

Even from the door, I could hear his voice even if, unlike his "dad", his mouth wasn't moving at all. I walked closer and sat beside him, close enough to hear the audio coming from his chest.

"Activating sexual systems. Error: Network connection lost. Contacting Ethan controller unit. Error: machine not found. Deactivating. Activating sexual systems. Initiating masturbation procedure. No network found. Error," my bud's voice kept saying over and over again in almost perfect sync with his looping movements.

I moved in closer and tried to grab hold of his dick which was dry and hot from the friction of his rapid jerking. I tried to kiss his twitching head but found it nearly impossible to twist it to face me. Unable to hold back any longer, I quickly undid my fly and take out my already leaking cock. I only needed to rub it a few times on his face before I came all over him, covering his face with my cum. Some even dripped into his eye which didn't even generate any reaction from him. He still kept jerking off and twitching his head, "watching" a video that has long since stopped playing.

I gave him a quick peck on the lip, tasting a bit of my own cum that dribbled over it. I sighed and stood up, trying to think of how to shut down the robots and hack into them. And, of course, the dozens of ways we can all have fun.

Short Shower

They say that you get what you pay for and while there are definitely exceptions to the rule these days, some things are cheap for a reason. Cheap tools break easily and cheap dates often turn out to be more trouble than they're worth. In your case, you learned both lessons the hard way.

You took your one-night stand with you to the bathroom for some last-minute quick and steamy action before you got cleaned and parted ways but little did you know how literally steamy it would get. The moment you turned the shower on, the hunk of a man suddenly froze rigidly as he sparked and smoked under the water.

Turns out your hookup last night was no man at all but an android that had cheap synthetic skin that was barely water-resistant. Fortunately for you, the robot wasn't registered to anyone and was simply following its programming to provide cheap services. Now you have your own sex machine, though you'll have to repair it first. Good thing it's made of cheap parts inside, too.

Otōsan

Our company caters to a wide variety of customers around the world with an equally wide variety of preferences and inclinations. To do that, we have developed a patented technology that allows us to easily and quickly manufacture different frame sizes as well as different skin tones and facial features.

Our favorite demonstration of this technology at work is 1-N0U-Y3, or as our marketing has called it, "Inouye". It is designed to resemble an East Asian male in his late 50s to cater to customers looking for a fatherly figure. Of course, despite the aged facial appearance, Inouye is designed to display the shape and form of the ideal male body for that age group. And just like all robots from our domestic lineup, this unit is built and programmed for any household activity, be it in the kitchen or in the bedroom.

Neighborly Dad

I never really took my hot older neighbor to be a nudist, so I almost fell over when I took a peek over the fence and saw him under the sun with nothing on save for his skin and some body hair. He was just lying there, his glorious body exposed to anyone to see. Including this thick member that was big even while semi-flaccid. For a young gay man who has only recently started exploring my fantasies and kinks, this was almost too good to be true.

My ecstasy was cut short, however, when I noticed he wasn't moving at all. From a distance, I couldn't be certain if he was breathing or not. I quickly went over the fence, panicking that my fantasy would be short-lived and that I would never get to develop even a friendly relationship with my hot neighbor. I rushed toward him but abruptly stopped just a few feet away from his supine body. He really wasn't moving at all, not even his chest. I already imagined and prepared for the worst.

I bent down to try to check for his pulse when I became aware of a soft and slow beeping sound. To my complete bewilderment, I could swear it was coming from his chest. I leaned in closer and could definitely make out the beeping sound but that wasn't the only thing I heard. I could also hear his voice from his chest, barely audible but unmistakable. He, or at least his voice, kept repeating in a monotone.

"Battery extremely low. Please charge the unit to prevent data loss."

I almost jumped back in shock and that's when I noticed a power cord on the ground that was barely plugged into an extension cord that ran all the way back to the house. I traced the other end of the cord and discovered it was connected to the small of his back.

I was no computer major but I didn't need to be one to figure it out. My hot "dad" neighbor was not a dad, nor was he even a man. It was a machine and that realization instantly gave me a boner. I only read about these things on the Web and could only imagine it in my head but here was an honest-to-goodness robot, living, or operating rather, just next door! The object of my fantasies turns out to be an actual object!

Plucking up some courage, I lightly touched his arm, checking if he'll "come to". No response. I started to move my hand over his chest, feeling the soft tufts of hair growing there. Still no response other than the same beeping and looping warning message. Finally, I boldly grabbed his cock, expecting that it would get some response from the robot. The life-like penis hardened but quickly softened again and the warning message changed slightly for the first time.

"Priority sex systems activated. Error: not enough power to run sex systems. Please charge this unit to prevent data loss."

His or its flat voice repeated the same message over and over as long as I had my hand wrapped around its cock. I sighed. As much as I liked this immobile machine, I'd very much prefer if it could activate at least that. Mentally crossing my fingers, I properly plugged the cord in and waited to see what would happen.

"Power source detected. Switching to stand by mode. Estimated time to full activation: 60 minutes."

As luck would have it, the robot might need an hour before it will have enough juice to fully power up. I tried holding its cock again to test my theory and it went hard and, to my delight, stayed hard.

"Priority sex systems activated."

So it seems my neighbor is hardwired for sex even in this condition. Well then, I thought I should probably put the machine to good use as I started rapidly stroking its cock and licking the delicious head a few times, tasting some literally sweet precum oozing out of it. I licked my lips as I considered what I'll do to this robot before trying to figure out what to do next, all within 60 minutes.