Page 12 of Fembot
“I’m programmed to serve you, but I can’t have wants the way a person has them. My programming tells me to constantly see if there are ways I can make your life better and easier.”
“And what happens when you achieve those things? What happened when you helped me sleep better?”
“Nothing. Once you settled, I entered rest mode to conserve energy.”
“You…went to sleep.”
“Does that displease you?”
“No. I’m just trying to make sense of everything. I’ve never had a robot before.” For reasons unknown, even to himself, Winston reached out and patted Calvin on the knee. “You did a good job last night. I do feel rested this morning. Thank you. And I apologize for my line of questioning. I merely wanted to understand.”
“Do you eat breakfast?” Calvin asked. “It’s the most important meal of the day yet fifteen to twenty percent of people skip the meal.”
“Breakfast would be fine, thank you. Whatever you can manage, plus a coffee. Black, two sugars.” Winston got out of bed and stretched his arms toward the ceiling. He rolled his head from side to side and stretched as far as he could before dropping his arms by his sides. The cuddle session really hadimproved his sleep and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Winston felt rested.
“I’m going to shower. I’ll be down for breakfast shortly.”
Calvin got out of bed and Winston watched as he set the covers to rights with speed and precision that Winston would never possess. He also only made his bed when absolutely necessary. Generally, he let it be a rumpled heap of comfort, but he had to admit that it looked nicer this way.
Winston only managed to slip away to his en suite when Calvin went downstairs. He’d have to get used to having him around and not let himself get distracted by his presence. Eventually, the novelty would wear off.
Winston stripped out of his clothing and was grateful for the fact that he’d sent Calvin down to get breakfast going. If Calvin saw the state of Winston’s cock, he might have been compelled to offer assistance, and Winston wasn’t sure that he’d turn him down. There was a reason that robots were built to withstand physical intimacy from humans, and it was because of perverts like Winston, who wouldn’t say no to a slick hand or mouth wrapped around his cock.
He shoved his lewd thoughts away and got under the spray, but his mind didn’t stay clear for long. His cock had been throbbing since he woke up pressed against Calvin. Winston wasn’t about to defile the poor robot, but in another life, he might have ground his erection into Calvin’s thigh. He might have asked Calvin to finger him until he wept. He might have asked for the things he didn’t dare ask anyone else.
He barely admitted them to himself. If he ever did, then he might not be able to stop himself from wanting them. Needing them. As it was, Winston was held together by wishful thinking and piles of denial. His father was too rich, too powerful, and his wealth and power had always tainted Winston’s pool of friends.He’d learned that lesson a long time ago, and he’d never let himself forget it.
Winston’s cock wasn’t letting him forget either. It had a mind of its own, and right then it wanted relief. It wanted things Winston wouldn’t give it. Couldn’t give it. So it had to settle for an old-fashioned jerk session in the shower.
But instead of faceless men filling Winston’s desires, it was Calvin. Calvin’s hand on his cock. Calvin’s chest pressed against Winston’s back. His voice in Winston’s ear. His cock nestled in the crack of Winston’s ass.
Winston would never command such things from Calvin, but he liked to imagine that Calvin would see the need, and his programming would kick in and tell him to fill it. To be the things Winston needed. To wrap his unnaturally strong arms around Winston and cage him there. The mere thought of it had all the blood rushing to Winston’s cock.
No one would ever need to know that he’d jerked off to the idea of Calvin pleasuring him. There was no way for them to know the kinds of things that went on in his head as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, he let his head drop forward and he gave himself over to the fantasy.
Winston never lacked a partner when he wanted one, but he’d long since stopped picking up men outside of campus. He was no stranger to hooking up with his housemates either. He and Lucky had burned off plenty of steam together. He loved the intimacy they sometimes shared, even if they weren’t a hundred percent compatible. But Winston currently dreamed of a different set of lips pressing into the back of his neck as someone stronger took him from behind.
His hand flew faster. Pressing his forehead against the wall to steady himself, he pinched his nipple, twisting it as hard as he could. The pressure in Winston’s balls increased as his releaseneared. Biting his lip to stifle a shout, he jerked faster. Harder. Until he was so desperate for release that he couldn’t hold back anymore.
His orgasm slammed into him, and his voice caught as he watched ribbons of cum paint the shower wall. The orgasm satisfied his immediate need, but it left him feeling a bit off-center. Winston dwelled on things. Big things and small things alike. Nothing was too insignificant for him to obsess over.
Sated for now, Winston finished his shower, dressed for class, then headed downstairs. Calvin was in the kitchen and when he heard Winston approach, he turned to face him and shot him a bright smile.
“Good morning, Sunshine.”
Winston stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t expected the exuberant greeting, but he found it wasn’t unwelcome. “Good morning, Calvin,” he returned the greeting and made his way over to him.
Calvin had made a pot of coffee and was working on breakfast.
“Until the grocery delivery, toast and jam will have to suffice. I hope that’s acceptable.”
“It’s more than fine, thank you.” Winston took a seat on one of the stools at the counter.
“What’s your schedule like today? Will you need my assistance for anything?” Calvin asked as he buttered two slices of toast, then spread a liberal amount of raspberry jam on them.
“You can stick around here and… do whatever you see needs doing. I have class in forty minutes, and then I have a study group after that. I should be home early afternoon, if all goes well.”
Calvin brought the toast to Winston and set it in front of him. “Here’s your breakfast, Sunshine.”
