Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 15:38:50 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Free to Good Home, chapter eleven This is a futuristic fantasy involving inter generational male/male graphic sex and it's not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! Feedback, always appreciated, to: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Free to Good Home ~ chapter eleven by Biscuit Blessed be my creator. Blessed be my human companion. Blessed am I to serve Toby. A true boybot would never have made the mistake that I made. A true boybot would never have done what I did. Experimental. Different. My innocent brothers would be incapable of my shameful behavior. My aim was to demonstrate that I was not a bad influence or dangerous companion for Toby. I would do the worthy and innocent task of serving refreshments to his friends and fellow writers. I wouldn't alarm them as I had Rory. I had come to the conclusion that Rory Callahan's belief that I posed a threat to Toby was the cause of his initial antagonism. That, and jealousy. In carefully observing Rory's behavior I concluded that he was suffering from unfulfilled desire for Toby. His bullying and emotional aggression were the result of his physical frustration and thwarted affection. Toby's attraction to Rory was less clear; muddied by his numerous inhibitions. My plan was to illustrate that a boybot's devotion does not make his human incapable of sex with his own kind. I'd overheard Rory tell Toby that a friend of his was ruined for life by sex with a manbot, the individual was never satisfied by a human lover again. This fable, I was certain, embodied Rory's fear that Toby would never fuck him. I intended to prove him wrong at the same time as helping to sweeten their friendship and bolster Toby's tentative self regard; a prime opportunity for Toby to confront a number of his most crippling fears. It was my cursed difference, the ability to compose my own symphony, as Roger Davis had said, that allowed me to hide the nature of the truth from myself. Each small action I took was permitted, hiding the great wrong. All in all, it was an ambitious evening's work of forbidden behavior I embarked on. Blissfully deluded, I was excited and eager to succeed. Things went well at the start. The group's needs were simple. The young men drank large amounts of a variety of drinks, not surprising in conjunction with the various salty snacks Rory had provided for me to serve. They were polite, curious. I kept my eyes lowered to allow them to stare without feeling self conscious, and when appropriate, I made level eye contact. The moments I was free to sit at Toby's feet and listen to the conversation were an exercise in discipline. I longed to caress him and was over excited by conjecture about the evening to come. Gio and Sashi were a pair who sat close to one another on the couch opposite from us. One fair, one dark; evidently sexual partners from the subtle cues of their bodies. The speculative image of them touching my beloved was a dangerously exciting one. Rory too was radiant with sexual energy and it was necessary to avoid dwelling on thoughts of Toby mounting what I didn't doubt was a lovely pale backside and lifting the boy's long hair to kiss and bite his neck. Prayer and determination were all that stood between me and shaming my companion by displaying an inappropriate erection. Only the blond young man Carroll did not excite speculation. I sensed his desire to fuck me. In the unlikely event that Toby wanted me to fuck someone else, I was capable of obtaining pleasure from it, but the wisdom of the creator had provided me with a shield of indifference to the lust of others. Toby's happiness and pride at the close of the meeting were my reward. His handsome face was relaxed, his eyes lustrous, and his beautiful body alive with every sign of the stirrings of desire. How could I know I was doing wrong with the powerful evidence before me of his blessed approval? He wore a deep green suit that night, my favorite one. It accented his blue green eyes and more than most of his clothes it revealed the slender strength of his body. The collar had a gold clasp and the waist was tapered. When it was finally safe to look at him, I turned and filled my eyes with the sight of his blessed thighs, the suggestive shape of his hidden genitals, my gaze slowly climbing his beloved body to his face. "I didn't shame you," I said, seeking his agreement, the sure knowledge that I'd performed as well as I believed I had. "God no, Tiger," he said, reaching for me. "I'm so proud of you." Heavenly words, heavenly touching! I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs, my knees spread wide to get as close to him as I could. Extreme pleasure! The pressure of his arms around me, his mouth on mine. I flooded with the elixir I'd been restraining. The lights dimmed around us and in the semi darkness Toby's hands moved over my back and down to my ass, his palms cupping my cheeks. He was holding me down, pressing upward in small, tentative, needful motions. He was aroused but holding back. His tongue brushed my lips and retreated from the kiss. Critical moments which would determine the course of the night. The crux of my plan. Toby wanted me. His cock was hard, trapped under my backside. But he was anxious, torn I was certain, by conflicting desires to leave and to stay -- to continue to touch and kiss me. I needed to excite him beyond the impulse to flee. I pressed my cock against his body and thrust my tongue into his mouth, a delicious sensation. I'd had very good response from him in the past to my own erection and desire. I rubbed my full penis against him and was rewarded threefold. First, the friction caused intense pleasure. Second, his gratifying reaction. Hotter, more hungry kisses, as if he was showing with his lips on my tongue what he wanted to do to my cock. Blessed be his passion for sucking me! The third result was that our movements activated the well constructed chair we were cuddling in. The back of it reclined luxuriously and the footrest portion raised up. Toby was on his back under me, a position much more difficult for him to get out of. None of my actions were forbidden, my wrongdoing was still hidden. I had failed to calculate, however, the intensity of this transitional phase and we were rapidly approaching the need to fuck. "Baby stop," Toby murmured against my cheek, his hand flat on my buttocks and his arm holding me still. I stilled against him, my cock throbbing, leaking a steady stream. I had resort to brief semi trances to get control of my lust. Dispassionately I reviewed my actions and it was then that I saw, like a revelation, what I'd failed to see before. In trying to regulate my arousal to detain him -- I saw the shameful truth. My scheming, my arrogance, the unspeakable wrong of what I was doing; to manipulate my companion's behavior by secret means! No true boybot could even conceive of such a transgression. My poor beloved had no way of knowing the bot he'd rescued was so deeply flawed! I was different, experimental. No reference files contained bot behavior like mine. Even in semi trance this knowledge overwhelmed me and I stored the sudden apprehension that the experiment which created me was not a success, that my creator had seen my flaws and attempted to destroy me. I stored the impression swiftly to divert immediate remedial repair. I had to confess to Toby at once, to beg for his forgiveness. I emerged stunned, shamed. "Toby," I said, "I've done a terrible thing." I forced myself up from his chest to see his face in the low light. Awesome, beloved. A face that could have sold Noodo's to gourmet chefs, his eyes glittering under their long lashes could have swayed the heart of the most resistant consumer. How could I have done something so despicable, so unworthy of him? "What, Tiger?" he asked, petting me reassuringly. I was choking with misery. "I've been trying to trick you, to seduce you into having sex with your friends," I admitted. It was terrible to see even his small distress, how baffled he was. Then as I watched, his gaze turned loving and he stroked my face. "It's okay," he said. "If you want to stay. I guess it's too tempting for a boybot to resist. I want you to have your fill, whatever you want or need." Creator preserve me! Torment! My beloved could only cast shame in one direction, on his own blessed shoulders. His kindness to me was torture! "No! Not for me," I told him as passionately as I could. I was in such a state of anguished insecurity that I was unable to resist rubbing myself against his reassuring erection and pressing my face into his neck to breathe him deeply. "For you! You could benefit so much from having sex with your friends," I said. "It would be so beneficial. Let me help you, beloved." Did I hear him laugh? Was he punishing me with contempt for my passionate declaration? What agonies my forbidden behavior had unleashed! Extreme distress took me to the edge of trance. Toby's voice brought me back. "Tiger," he said, and I knew myself cherished by the way he said my name; relief and pleasure swept through me. "I adore you," he assured me. His blessed hand caressed my ass and I approached dangerous levels of arousal as the intensity of my emotions turned every touch into sensory maximum, my balls threatened to spew elixir. In and out of semi trance I heard Toby speak. His comforting touches were becoming more focused, his hand squeezing my buttocks, a finger rubbing the seam between my cheeks. "Oh Tiger," he said, his voice breathy with need. The world crystallized as it should into his desire to use me. "Fuck me," I begged him. Not forbidden. No purpose or aim but to offer myself as the vessel for his hard cock. He kissed me beautifully, restoring my innocence as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, his fingers tearing open the rear fastening of my suit to reach my ass. I was at one with my brother bots. I raised my hips to get his fingers deeper inside me and allow him to free his cock. No time to contrive an ideal position, I rose to my knees at once and impaled myself on his blessed erection. ------------------------- I had to fuck him. Not just because my dick was primed like a rocket for launching. I would have done anything to relieve Tiger's misery. His confession confused me at first. It touched a fear I hadn't voiced to myself that I couldn't possibly satisfy Tiger's endless, ever present need for sex. How could I ever be enough for him? When I thought he was trying to confess it, I was surprised that it made me feel tender and protective, not threatened. I'm ashamed that I laughed at him when that raspy voice pleaded with me to understand that it was my needs he was trying to meet, not his. I wasn't really laughing at him, I was relieved. I was charmed and I didn't understand the depth of his suffering until I heard the little gasping sounds that are as close as a boybot can come to weeping. He was clinging to me and sniffing at my neck, something he does like a baby sucks its thumb or carries a favorite blanket. He was squirming on my dick like he could fuck me right through our clothes. It didn't matter to me anymore where we were, what he was afraid he'd done; if my friends wanted to see me fuck him let them line up and watch. I didn't care.