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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