Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2018 14:49:09 -0700
From: Marcus Wolf <golemwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Devon's Quest to be a Real Boy - 1

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Part -1

Devon was my treasure.  He was the perfect son, thoughtful, courteous,
dutiful and sadly not a real boy.  I have always wanted a family, children,
be a dad but that life was not in the cards for me.  As a single gay man who
works twelve hour days, trying to adopt a child is difficult and left me
emotional drained.  After years of disappointments, I decided to look for
alternative options to having a family.

I am one of the leading experts in artificial intelligence and robotics.
I'm engaged with a top secret government contractor providing almost
limitless resources.  My research has been leveraged across the technology
fields from space exploration to military advancements.  The need for a
family finally drove me towards what I know and was comfortable with.  I
decided to build the perfect son.

I commandeered a lab and began my work.  I pulled prototypes from all my
previous projects; military robotics for infantry, molecular neural AI
systems, cognitive learning algorithms and more.  Pulling the technologies
together into my lab was easy but far from my vision of building a son.   I
worked on my project night and day for months to the exclusion of all else.
Eventually, I had a working 'brain' that had grown to a perfect size and
intellectual capacity for my new son.  With his self now complete, I turned
my efforts to the boy's body.  All my previous robotics had been with the
purpose of specific goals such as military or exploratory.  None of these
had focused on replicating the human characteristics of the human body.
Hair, skin, eyes, expression, all these things will require breaking new
ground.

My first order of business was to fashion a visual representation of my son.
I developed several models of a young boy using different body types,
different ethnicity, facial appearance, and ages.   I eventually came to
conclusion and had my prototype.  I choose to create a teenager about 16
years in age.  Knowing that he would not 'age', this would allow my son be
old enough in appearance to have an independence in his life but still young
enough to be my son and family.  I developed a list of key aspects that
would make my family member compatible with my own situation.  The should
match my own genetic linage so I made him of white European decent.  I chose
to provide an athletic look, well defined musculature and epic proportions
so engaging in sports or other outdoor endeavors would be easy.  I provided
him with a well sculpted bubble butt that I personally attributed to the
most attractive men.  And he would sport a long thick cut cock with nice
sized balls to make him the envy of the locker room.  To appease my own
wishes, he had emerald green eyes and cherry red lips giving him an angelic
look.

I wanted to ensure my son had a look and 'feel' of a human boy.  I developed
a graphite skin embedded with diamond molecules that would move and stretch
as needed.  The graphite would allow electrical charging of his system while
the diamonds would conduct heat from the numerous thermal clusters
distributed throughout his frame.  The skeletal structure was carbyne
providing an uncompromising skeletal structure while providing a light
weight composition.  With all the other hardware inside my son's body,
lighter 'bones' were needed to ensure his body's weight remained around
250lbs.  Though he was to be 16 years of age, I decided to keep his body
primarily hairless.  I still wanted him to be a young son and it also
reduced the need for pain staking hair implants.   A few wisps on the arms
and legs was far easier.  I didn't skimp on his soft wavy head of hair, his
seductive eyebrows and long lashes.  His face was definitely angelic.  A
nice cropped patch of fine blond pubic hair and his appearance was complete.


After all my hard work and years of improvements, today was the day I would
bring my son into the world.  I named him, Devon, eluding to his character
as both a defender and a poet.  I began by bringing his cold naked body to
life.  With the first stage initiated, Devon's body started to warm.  His
skin color transitioned from an ashen grey to a warm creamy white.  His
artificial breathing expanded his chest and the small hydraulic pumps
allowed the vines under his dermal layer to pulse with the illusion of life.
I ran my fingers over his pseudo flesh eliciting a spastic response that any
sleeping person would display.  His body was locked in a gyroscopic ring
with his limbs extended.  This da Vinci pose allowed me to inspect any part
of his frame from any angle.  After reviewing the key aspects of his 'human'
responses, my eyes lowered to Devon's groin.  Now that the thermals were
working, his young flaccid cock and low hanging balls looked very human.

I reached my hand out holding his thick cock in my fingers.  The feel of the
flesh was like the numerous dicks my hand came to know well over the years.
I fondled his member like so many of my one-night encounters making my own
member stir in my pants.   I bent down allowing my tongue to glide over his
newly constructed manhood.  The soft six inches had the wonderful clean
taste of a freshly washed young boy.  I slipped his massive organ into my
mouth licking and sucking on his virgin cock.  His autonomous response
program was obviously working as his cock began to expand and grow to full
hardness.  I was pleasantly impressed with my own work looking at his hard
eleven inches with immense pride.  I squeezed his big balls causing a small
amount of precum to form on the tip of his dick.  I licked it tasting the
sweetness of sugary liquid that inhabited his artificial nuts.  Realizing I
had more work to do, I reluctantly abandoned his perfect organ looking
forward to a future encounter.

I rotated his body to place his backside in view.  His muscular back and
well-crafted v shaped hips drew my eyes to Devon's prize.  A cushy firm
bubble butt that brought my cock to full attention.  I spread his muscular
cheeks exposing the perfect pink pucker I designed.  I blew warm breath on
his tight hole causing the sphincter to close and open.  I pushed my tongue
into the opening that would never be used for any other purpose but his
pleasure.  It was warm, tight and closed around my tongue showing it would
always be a nice snug fit.  I felt I could spend the rest of the day just
licking his soft creamy ass but duty called and I was just as anxious to
introduce my son to the world.  I checked some of the other autonomous
responses such as reflexes, pigment changes, etc.  It was now time to
initiate stage two.

I began the secondary programs that would bring consciousness to my son.
After a few minutes, his eyes opened blinking several times allowing the
pupils to adjust to the light of the lab.  His head moved from side to side
as he examined the room and processed the identification of the objects
around him.  His eyes landed on me and a smile came to his face.  He blinked
several more times before the autonomous programs took over to provide a
consistent randomness expected from a  living creature.  His mouth opened as
he formed words but there was no voice.  His expression showed concern and I
quickly went over to my console reviewing the startup procedures and codes.
I could see the anxiety mounting in his face as he continued trying to speak
to me.  "Don't worry son" I said reassuringly.  "Daddy will fix this in a
minute."  My words seemed to sooth him as he quit trying to form words and
instead looked around the room more intently.

I found the small pneumatic program which didn't start correctly hampering
the forced air that would project his sounds.  I reset the rest of the vocal
programs ensuring a clean startup.  I turned to Devon saying "There now that
should fix the problem.  Can you say hello?"  Devon turned looking at me.
He opened his mouth again forming words which now resonated across the room.
"Hello Father."  I came back over touching his cheek.  "Hello son, it's nice
to finally meet you."  He smiled trying to reach out to me.  His face took
on a puzzled look when he couldn't.  His wrists and ankles were bound to the
metal ring that held his body.  "It's alright son.  I haven't brought you to
full awareness.  I need to assess a few things first.  Can you help me to do
that?"  "Of course Father" he said smiling.  I used numerous instruments to
check his hearing functions, smell, touch and tactile, visual acuity and
even his understanding of taste.

All the tests were above my expectations.  His auditory capabilities could
detect even the pumping of my blood.  He could see the small imperfections
in the painted wall across the room.  He could smell the mix of deodorant,
body wash and shampoo on my body.  He sampled various drops of liquids from
sweet to salty to bitter including my own precum which was still leaking
from my earlier fondling of my son.  Now that all the internal tests were
completed, it was time to bring Devon to final stage.

As I initiated the stage three protocol, Devon's muscles began to flex and
he seemed to strain against the restraints of the diagnostic ring.  "Father.
Should I break free now?"  "No, Devon.  Wait a moment for me to test your
systems.  I will release the restraints shortly."  I spent a few moments
running tests then opened the metal clamps holding Devon's limps against the
ring.  My son a step forward his six foot frame standing just in front of
me.  He reached his arms up in a gesture more indicative of a small child
than a teenager of 16.  "Hug me Father" he said in a pleading voice.  I
embraced him feeling his arms close around me.  The program was perfect
applying the right amount of pressure and holding me perfectly against his
chest.  "I am so happy to be here" Devon said resting his head into me.  "I
am glad too, son."

I shamelessly allowed my hands to grab his firm round butt squeezing the
perfect globe.  "Oh Father, that feels good."  "It does?" I said a bit
surprised.  "Yes.  I like you hand on me and you seem to like my butt
cheek."  "Why do you say that?" I asked.  "Because you cock is hard and
pressing against me."  I blushed when I realized my dick was indeed hard and
straining against the fabric of my pants.  The feel of his perfect body was
sending mixed signals to my brain.  I built Devon to be my loving son and
part of my long awaited family.  But I found myself also lusting after this
hot muscular teenager and I cursed myself for using all the physical
attributes I found desirable in a man.  Still in our embrace, I could feel
Devon's cock growing between us also.  The perfect organ was fast reaching
it's hard thick eleven inches reaching up between us like launching missile.
"It seems that you are getting excited too" I said reaching down grasping
his hard member between my fingers.  "It would appear the feel of your touch
is eliciting erotic desires from me."  "Really?"  "Yes.  I like it when you
touch there, Father."  I stepped back from our embrace knowing wouldn't be
able to contain myself much longer.  "Devon, I need to test your mobility
and strength.  Can you go over to the treadmill and run for me?"
"Certainly, Father."

Devon walked over to the equipment pushing the appropriate buttons and began
running.  "How long would you like me to run for Dad?"  It was good to see
he was able to change his nouns at random.  "Let's have you run 10 miles and
then we will test your strength."  "Sure."  Devon was running a fast pace on
the treadmill.  His eyes stared straight ahead and his body never wavered.
I watched his now flaccid cock flop back and forth against his thighs
bouncing in time with his stride.  The soft six inches was an impressive
piece of meat and it took all my restraint to keep from swallowing it whole.
Luckily, the treadmill stopped as Devon blurted out "Ten miles Dad."  "Very
good Devon.  Now come over to the weight machine."

My son stepped over to the multi station device sitting on the bench.
"Alright son, I would like you to bench 500lbs and leg press 1200lbs."  "How
many times would you like me to repeat the exercises Father?"  "I believe
ten repetitions will be sufficient.  I just want to see if there are any
irregularities."  Devon began the process lying on the bench to begin
pressing.  His arms and chest swelled emulating a normal physical response
of a human body.  But the ease of the movement and the casual smile as he
looked at me betrayed the truth.  Moving to the leg press was a similar
process.  Visually, all the right queues of physical exercising was there.
But the fluid motion and precise repetition revealed the mechanical nature
of his muscles.

When he was finished, he walked over to me and stood next to the console I
was sitting at.  "I love you Father" Devon said with childlike innocence.  I
turned my chair looking up into his eyes.  "I love you too son.  You are the
boy I've always dreamed of."  "I know you are gay Father and you aligned my
code to identify gay also.  I'm glad we are the same."  I gave a quizzical
look saying "That is true.  Your algorithm aligns to find males physically
attractive.  It was easiest for me to write such code since I am familiar
with all those emotional and physical queues.  Does that concern you?" I
asked.  "I think it is perfect.  It will allow us to enjoy a full spectrum
of emotions together.  The security of a parent and child along with the
excitement and eroticism of physical attraction."  "Interesting you would
process the situation in that way" I said surprise his network would make
such conclusions.

Devon moved closer placing his swinging cock in front of my face.  "Would
you like to suck my cock Dad?  I would like to experience my first orgasm
program."  His forwardness was a bit alarming.  "Yeah, I bet you would being
a teenage boy."  He smiled innocently down holding his swelling cock
pointing it towards my watering mouth.  I replaced his hand with my own
kissing the tip of his dick causing it to spasm.  He let out a soft moan as
his cock quickly grew to its full glory.  My lips slipped over the head
sucking lightly on the large gland.  Flicking it with my tongue before
gliding down further.  "Oh Father, that feels so much better than when you
squeezed my butt.  Suck more Daddy.  I want to feel your mouth all over my
cock."  In the moment, I found myself forgetting he was artificial and just
enjoyed the warm hard flesh gliding down my throat.  His hands came up to my
head trying to help to guide my efforts.  The truth was his massive organ
was bigger than any cock I'd blown.  I could effortlessly swallow half his
length but struggled to down more.

Though I might have been disappointed in my efforts, Devon was definitely
not.  "That feel so good Daddy.  I can feel the buildup of excitement in my
cock.  You are going to make me climax very soon!"  His breathing was calm
and constant but he was rocking his hips into my mouth fucking my face.  My
hands held his firm muscular ass feeling them flex with each thrust against
me.  Shortly, he pushed his cock into my mouth.  I gagged as he shoved all
eleven inches down my throat.  He held my head in position as I felt his
cock throb and jerk.  "Oh fuck, Daddy!  I had no idea this would feel this
good.  No wonder so much information is devoting to human sex" he said
grinding his hips into my face.  His cock seemed to expand in my throat
getting even larger than the massive organ already was.  It bounced in my
mouth, as the huge tool shot warm thick liquid of salty sugar shot down my
throat.  I squeezed his balls rolling them with my fingers.  "How do I taste
Dad?" still holding my head firmly in his crotch.  I spanked his ass to get
his attention.  "Oh, sorry" he said releasing my head from his grasp.  "I
forgot you need to breath."

I let his cock slip from my lips gasping for air.  "You taste wonderful son"
I replied.  "But maybe you should remember to release my head when you start
to cum?"  "Got it" he said as if making a mental note.  "But did you like
it, Father."  "Devon, it was wonderful.  I enjoyed it very much.  Thank you,
son."  "No.  Thank you Dad" he said in a playful tone.  With his wet cock
still half-hard and dripping down his leg, he turned showing his beautiful
round bubble butt to my lustful eyes.  He bent forward slightly using his
hands to spread his cheeks and show me his perfect asshole.  The rosy pink
pucker winked at me as Devon said "Would you like to fuck me, Daddy?"

My hand felt the soft warm smoothness of his white muscular cheek.  I leaned
in licking his tiny hole tasting the perfect mix of boy and sex.  He cooed
as my tongue assaulted his wet hole forcing it to open and relax.  "Oh,
Father.  You are so good at these sex things."  I chuckled to myself
wondering how much of his response was my programming and how much was his
own heuristics.  I felt sinful as the lust for my son seemed to over shadow
any fatherly feelings I should have.  I stood up my pants dropping to my
ankles.  I let my hard eight inch cock rest in the crack of his perfect ass
sliding it up and down.  The large purple head was leaking a generous amount
of precum lubing his enticing hole for my assault.  "Go ahead Dad.  Fuck my
hole.  I want to make you feel as good as I did."  I was moved by his want
to please me though I knew it was only part of his programming.

Regardless, I wanted to feel the warm tight insides of my new son fuck
chute.  I pointed my cock towards his small hole and pushed the fat head of
my uncut cock past his tight ring.  The heat in his ass was purposely warmer
than the rest of his body.  It supplied an extra level of pleasure that I
knew I would grow to appreciate.  His butt hole was so tight it teased my
dick to go further.  I pushed my manhood deep inside Devon until my balls
rested against his taint.  The feeling was unreal as his ass pulsed and
squeezed my thick cock with perfect rhythm.  It stretched just enough to
allow my dick to slid in and out without discomfort.  My son's hole was
better than any ass my eight inches enjoyed over the last 40 gay years.
Devon let go of his butt cheeks bending forward even more resting his hands
on thighs.  He was assuming an optimal position for getting fucked and I was
more than ready to oblige his offer.

I held his hips firmly with both hands and shoved my hard thick member deep
into his special butt.  "Oh yeah Dad, fuck me.  God your big dick feels so
good stretching my tight hole."  Instinctively, I knew much of his verbal
pleading was my own programming.  But the intense feeling of my new son's
sex hole let me put it out of my mind.  I began thrusting my uncut meat in
and out of Devon enjoying the snug sucking of his divinely created ass.  His
teen hole was like fucking a living fleshlight stretching and tightening as
I piston my rod back and forth.  His butt hole conformed to by dick
perfectly applying just the right pressure, heat, moisture, and even suction
to bring the cum in my balls to a rapid boil.  "Oh fuck Devon.  You are the
best thing in my life.  I love you so much son!"  Devon began bucking his
hips pounding his butt against each of my lustful thrusts.  I was lost in
the overwhelming feelings of sexual pleasure.  "Oh son, god you are so tight
and warm.  Your butt is going to make Daddy cum so hard."  "Oh yeah Daddy!
Fuck my boyhole.  I want to feel your love filling me up."

His words were a total loss to me as I was totally consumed by the erotic
feelings of my new boytoy.  Just as Devon said "Daddy, I love you," my cock
exploded into his magnificent ass.  I was cumming harder than I ever had
before.  My balls were pumping man milk by the gallons and Devon's ass was
sucking it all out.  I shouted meaningless words "Oh fuck!  Oh god that ass
of yours.  Aw Fuck!" as my dick throbbed and bounced in my new son.   I
pulled Devon towards my chest.  My cock still buried deep in the last throws
of my orgasm.  His butt squeezed and vibrated around my cock keeping it hard
and dripping while we kissed passionately.  The program for adaptive
response ensured our pleasure would be sustained for as long as possible.
While my cock enjoyed the confines of Devon's tight fuck chute, I reached
around grabbing his surprisingly hard cock.  I stroked his huge member
eliciting a moan of pleasure from his lips.  His perfect ass clamped down
and felt the throb of his cock bursting cum into the air.  "Aw Daddy!" he
cried as another orgasm invaded him.  His arm came around pulling our lips
into an even more passionate kiss.  I could feel the want and desire as his
tongue searched out mine.  I stroked his cock softly as the last few spurts
emptied from his chamber.  He broke our kiss with his eyes looking deeply
into mine.  "I do love you Daddy."  His response was genuine and I didn't
care about algorithms, heuristics, or code.  My son was growing,
emotionally, sexually and become his own self.  Devon was on his journey to
becoming a real-boy.

End Part 1