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Forty Sailors

Please be of legal age in your locale to read this story. There will be sex. Sex between two men. Sex between three men and water sports. Please this is set in the future once HIV has been eliminated as a threat, for now please remember that you need to be careful; U=U is useful but being undetectable is often quoted by men that really have no idea if they are, if they missed too many doses or another issue caused their virus to spike. Prep is helpful and may be a major help to all gay men if used properly and monitored as required. Enough of the lecture, be careful and have fun.

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Climbing down the cliff wasn't that difficult, a previous owner of the house had steps carved into the stone and a sturdy handrail put on both sides of them. We were probably half-way down the steps when we heard the beginnings of what sounded like a minor battle in war. I couldn't tell you how many guns we heard being shot but there were at the minimum six automatic repeating weapons and two or three rocket launchers and what I thought might be hand grenades. Tomas and I rushed back up the steps to the house where we had Left our weapons. For an hour we remained in the house cleaning out the dust and sand hoping to avoid whatever fighting was occurring.

For the first twenty or more minutes we heard blasts after blasts of gun fire. I hoped it was a group of humans attacking the wolves not man on man warfare. Tomas found a way to open the door to the rooms under the house while I was still cleaning the inside of the oceanfront windows. The first room under the house was a double garage with a single vintage convertible sitting on four blocks: the hood was also open and I could see that more work was needed to get it running again.. The second room was a store room, the first things we saw were older style solar panels that were carefully wrapped indicating that they would work if enough sunlight would seep through the cloud cast, they might be less efficient than those on the roof but wouldn't have been eroded by time and sand I would have enjoyed taking the time necessary to go through the other stacks of waterproof crates. I had found out that sorting through new/old objects in the different houses we had come upon was enjoyable, even when I didn't find anything we could use.

The shooting had made me cautious about how we Left the house. Locking the rooms under the house and the rear door took a few minutes. We hadn't brought enough electricity to the house by cleaning the solar panels to operate the keypad lock at the front door. After some looking around Tomas found a hidden staircase in the garage that lead to the front room of the house. Why anyone attempted to hide the staircase when the house was open everywhere didn't make sense. We were able to lock the front door from the inside, climb down the stairs, exit through the garage; hoping the house was secure we started to take the steps leading to the beach.

Once again we heard the shooting start up. That time it seemed closer but still far enough away that we weren't afraid that we would be hit by a poorly aimed shot. We had put the bikes in the garage with the convertible that I hoped I would be able to resurrect. With the 3-D printer we had seen upstairs I had the belief that all I might not be able to rebuild for the car were the tires, if a tire store around the area hadn't burned I might find four tires that hadn't rotted away over time. The only 3-D printed tires I had ever seen were less desireable than those you could buy.

"How far away do you think those shots are?" Tomas had been nervous since hearing the first shots more than an hour earlier.

"I have the feeling they are less than a mile away. We have two options. It might be smartest to head down the steps to the beach or we more foolishly could try to see what is happening that is causing the shooting. We would need to be extremely careful." I wouldn't want to get caught in a land war or between the shooters and the Aliens.

"Do you think those people are trying to kill off the wolves?"

"Without actually seeing them I can't say. I guess they could be although the last few packs we have seen could withstand a lot more shooting than what we've heard."

"It might be tough to see what is happening, there are too many hills and ravines around for good views." Unless the fighting had been restrained to the streets it would be tough to watch battles.

"Really, I'd use a ravine for hiding if I was trying to fight off the wolves."

"But if they are shooting at each other?"

"I guess the best way would from building to building, at least the walls might provide some protection."

"How could we see what is happening if that is the case?"

"We would need to go slowly. Then we should hide the closer we get to the shooting. If there are people shooting at each other we wouldn't want to get close enough to get caught between them." Right then we heard shooting again. I was more certain that it was two groups firing on one another as the shooting seemed to not be on top of the other shots but responding to them.

"What was that?" I really didn't expect Tomas to know what the sound had been, he hadn't grown up around war either. Suddenly my head was hurting, as I grabbed it with both hands Tomas did the same. We dropped to the ground from the kneeling position we had taken when the shooting had started back up, just before we were to get on the steps down over the cliff. It was an incredible pain that didn't stop until Tomas and I were stretched out flat on the ground.

"Check everywhere for blood." Tomas was working his shorts off his butt while telling me what to do. It didn't make any sense to me until he explained that we had experienced a sound cannon that he had seen the police use in Mexico to incapacitate rioters. We were far enough away from the cannon that our bodies hadn't been affected other than the massive headache that was only slowly fading. What would that have felt like aimed directly in your face? I was having trouble hearing and the way Tomas was cupping his ear I expect he was experiencing the same.

""Rogelio, I don't think we want to get any closer to that cannon. If we were to catch a direct shot we would start bleeding from our eyes, ears, nose, mouth, asshole and dick. The neighborhoods were told it wasn't meant to kill the rioters but I saw many of my neighbors die after being shot with the sound cannon." Out of all the places he had mentioned we would bleed I wasn't surprised to see him grab his dick at the remembrance, that would surely have hurt.

I thought I could remember a fight in congress whether local police departments should be allowed to use the sound cannons. I couldn't remember the final decision although I had been told that the National Guard was supplied with a few of them at every base. What had once been a weekend away from the family playing on an Army base had become a full time occupation for the National Guard as the country elected increasingly horrible presidents and senators and more people saw the need for a revolution. Only when the announcement that we would start colonizing the moon was released did the rioting slow.

"Tomas, I want to know who is using that weapon and if there are enough people here that they are thinking they can go around killing each other without ending what is Left of Earth." I didn't say it but I wanted to know if they were effective against the wolves, too. I was hoping this was a group of sailors or Marines that had come on land from a submarine that were fighting the Aliens. We found a bike rack half-way down the street that passed the house we had picked for the night, one of the bikes was laying on the ground where it had dropped from someone's hands the rest were unlocked.

"Pick a bike. They will be quiet and faster than walking." We had gone no more than a mile when we heard more shooting off to our left. I expected to see the white naval uniforms of the American Navy but when we started to see men with guns they were dressed in Khaki uniforms. There were probably thirty or more of the sailors cautiously exiting the few buildings, that weren't mostly destroyed, on the ocean side of the street.

At first I didn't get a look at the bodies laying on the pavement. When we got within two blocks of the shooters we were able to see that the street was covered in the white uniforms of the American navy. Scattered among our uniforms there would be a few of the khaki uniforms but there was no sign of any wolves. I wasn't sure this was a Brazilian Naval force until I caught enough of what one the men carrying a rifle said about home. If the rest of the world was hit as hard as what I had seen of the U.S.A. why wouldn't they attempt raiding what had been the most affluent nation on Earth?

We could make out the voices of two females among the men but everyone was dressed identically making it hard to differentiate them. There was no more shooting as they gathered on the street. I assumed whomever they had been fighting was either defeated or on the run. We didn't see any wolves and chose not to follow the Brazilian sailors as they made their way perpendicular to the ocean heading back towards the taller city. I hated to see our country invaded but knew that we didn't have a way to combat or defeat them by ourselves.

"We'll wait here until we can't see any more of those people. There might be some of our sailors that we can still rescue."

"It would be better if we had the Med Bot, I only know a little about caring for the wounded, if their wounds are serious I'm not going to be much help to them." Tomas had explained to me on a different day about his mother being the only nurse they had at the truck stop and having to help her. His father wouldn't allow his mother to leave the area where they had camped inside the truck stop so Tomas was sent out, more often than not being raped before he ever arrived where there was a wounded body. His arms and legs had machete wounds from those attacks.

The first few sailors we checked were already dead. They were bleeding out of their eyes, nose, mouth and ears, there was no doubt that the sound cannon had done the job congress had been afraid police would learn how to do. If the cannon had been set to a lower setting the sailors may have survived like Tomas and I, although a direct hit could still have killed some of them.

We did find a few that were wounded by traditional weapons but none of them had survived the sound blast. For two blocks there was body after body with some piled on top of another. We had examined a dozen or more bodies before verifying that they had been from an American submarine crew. I had told Tomas it was time for us to turn back towards the house and get back to Joey and the others when I saw ten or more wolves stalking the crew Tomas had sworn were speaking Portuguese. We heard their screams before any shots. The battle was over quickly, we hid on the roof of a small GE Communications shop hoping not to start another battle with the Aliens.

It was difficult to keep Tomas quiet, I say that, but after the first fifteen minutes it was difficult for me to keep quiet. I'd like to believe Tomas was that enamored with my asshole but I think it may have been that he was bored because of the time we spent waiting. Still I guess he must be somewhat enamored, he had his tongue working in and out of my asshole without me needing to say a word of encouragement to him. I didn't remember if the previous night was the first time he had eaten ass but if it had been the practice had made him much better and I would have shot a load of cum on the roof if he hadn't turned me over and sucked it from my cock seconds before I would have been that desperate.

"It doesn't look like the wolves are headed this way. We'll stay off the larger streets while we cut across town." I was debating whether we should stay in the house for the rest of the day and night or if we needed to get back to the others and let them know that there might be wolves and foreigners between where they were bunked down and the beach.

"Do you think everyone is safe?" I was sure Joey would be able to work out a good defensive stand but with the numbers of wolves we had seen I doubted that he would be able to keep them safe unless he went to the roofs to escape. The thought of my son being in another battle against the Aliens disturbed me but he had seen more of those fights than Raul or Lionel: from the stash of weapons in his room at the bath house I assumed Javier had been in a fight or more.

"I think we need to get back to the bath house and make sure. Do you remember what I told you about throwing grenades while riding the scooter?"

"Don't worry about hitting a target, either roll the grenade behind you if being tailed or toss it in the right direction otherwise and let the explosion do the work."

"That's right. If we find a launcher things will be different." I had been walking backwards with my hand around Tomas's belt. We hadn't attracted any of the wolves so my attempt to see behind us was mostly wasted effort, although I did think it was good practice in case we ever needed to do that again.

"That's a military Jeep."

"Should we hide?" Tomas had swung around so he was facing backwards while I looked towards the house.

"No, they are probably looking for the crew we heard being killed or a place to hide from the wolves." I noticed a couple stars on the older woman's collar. I didn't know what they might mean other than her being an officer.

"Ma'am are you looking for the Brazilian sailors or the remains of the Americans?" I'm not completely anti-military but I do not believe we live in a military state and am unwilling to give military officers more respect than the next person on the street.

"Do you live here?" I could see that she was surprised that I wasn't one of her crew. The woman driving the Jeep for her had pulled her weapon when she saw Tomas and I approaching.

"We live in that house." Tomas was so proud that I was going to live with him in the glass house that he couldn't hold back when asked.

"Then you must know where Admiral Stein lives." I couldn't tell if it was a trick question or if she thought I really should know the Admiral.

"No Ma'am, we just moved in yesterday. When we got here there was nobody else in any of the houses." I could see her jaw tighten up at that news.

"Until this morning we had no idea that there were any people other than us in this part of San Diego. We found one man on the West side of town but that was everyone we had seen or heard until we heard the gun battle this morning."

I didn't like having this conversation. Yes, I had been hoping to find more people alive and the idea there might be survivors from deep water submarines had been part of the reason I wanted to come to San Diego. I didn't know whether she was thinking about her legal duties at that moment but I knew if she was the ranking officer in the area she had the duty to establish martial law. But doing that over two people didn't seem too intelligent.

"Ma'am, other than the sailors that were killed by the Brazilians are there other Americans at the Naval base?"

"Only a few protecting the gates. We have been attempting to reach other deep water submarines without any luck. It may be that they have gone silent upon learning the Earth was under attack or there may not be any others still functioning. We were only able to come into port using emergency tidal engines." I had read about experiments with the tidal engines but hadn't known that there were any installed in anything other than a few private yachts and an aircraft carrier.

"Sir, where are you from? You don't sound like a Californian."

"I'm from Maine. Tomas is from Monterrey, Mexico."

"Are we the first people you have seen?" She sounded as bewildered as I had been when I Left New England.

"No Ma'am, we established a village in East Texas fifteen years ago. There are between twenty and thirty people living there. There are a couple living in assorted places from there to here. A few in Amarillo decided to stay there in case there were injured looking for Doctors. There is a small group that the village has spoken to in English that won't give their location for fear of being invaded. Our Ham radio operator thinks there may be another four or five groups that have survived with enough equipment not to sink into pre-industrial squalor For us to remain even partially equal to the Twenty-First Century way of life much of what we have is scavenged from homes and businesses that did not burn when we were attacked."

"What do you know about the attack that has basically wiped out the Earth?"

"It was fast and painless. At noon on May 1st 2065 the aliens hit us with a powerful energy wave that burned people and animals into piles of ash. There was an Electronic pulse to the attack that stopped all electronics and most engines and motors. The third portion of the wave of attack stole refined precious metals from everywhere, off of fingers, out of batteries, equipment, etc. We were Left without a way to communicate or transport our selves. Only when I found batteries that were built with a carbon material were we able to have the basics running once more. We had an engineer in the village that was able to create a carbonite material that we substituted for the precious metals in phones until we were able to actually refine some gold ore that was under the village.

"There were only a few spots on Earth that had any surviving animals. The crocodiles and alligators that had been piled up for warmth had enough survivors that they were visible from space. We don't know what is still alive in the oceans, but in-land the lakes were wiped clean of life.

"On to the frightening. The Aliens have seemingly taken the shape of wolves. It will take a zoologist to sort it out but they are what appear to be about five hundred pound wolves. There are also some wolves that may be their young or our native species. We have seen a creature that I can only describe as an upright wolf about seven or eight hundred pounds. They seem to have some intelligence, we ran into two of them crossing the country, one motioned that the land to the North of the Highway was his and the other the South: yes, they were male. It was surprising that they didn't want to kill us.

"When I first Left Maine I saw one moose and one bear. Those are the only other animals that I have seen except for two dogs.

"Oh, we have not been able to determine what the Aliens eat, but it is not human bodies. The bodies of your crew will still be on the street unless some of the native wolves attack them." I couldn't think of what else she would need to know.

"Is there any law?"

"Only what we impose on ourselves."

"How long has it been since you saw the sun and moon?"

"I guess it has been around eleven or twelve years for the sun. Last year the moon was destroyed by what was an Alien ship or a natural planet killer." That was an assumption on my part, but the object we had seen headed towards Earth seemed the most likely candidate for villain in that destruction.

"I want you to come with us and report what you know to the admiral."

"Sorry, I'm expected back on the West side of town to lead my friends here. Now that we know the wolves are attacking the humans living here we are going to have to make a decision if this is where we want to settle." If the Navy was back they could use Coronado Island but did we want to live close to the military?

"I am going to have to insist." The younger woman had her weapon focused on me and the safety off.

"Again, I'm sorry but you do not have the authority or right to detain me, shoot me or stop me from gathering with my friends." Tomas and I both had a pistol in our right hand and a grenade in the other with the pins already drawn.

"Ma'am, I would suggest you leave. If your Admiral would like to talk with me I plan on being back here in two days." She wasn't happy about it but the Navy officer pulled slowly down the street as we stood watching. If dealing with me had made her unhappy what was dealing with at least fifty dead sailors going to do to her attitude?

"Should we get out of here right away?"

"Well, I think we should do what we planned on earlier. If everything seems okay we'll take off after we have some dinner."

Tomas asked to stay at the cliff top house on his own while I retrieved the others but I wasn't willing to leave him there on his own or willing to cross town solo, if the Navy officer was willing to try telling me what to do to my face what might she try having her subordinates do when she arrived back at the Navy base? It was a fear of the wolves as much as the fear of anything happening to me on the road without backup. For years I had ridden my Harley on my own without any fear but with no one else around I was trying to be more careful. We had never allowed anyone to leave the village without a partner to watch their back so part of the need to be together had been ingrained over the last fifteen years.

We rode the bikes to where there were stores and tourist shops. Neither of us saw any signs that there had been people in the stores since the attack. Close to the beach the few shops that hadn't gone up in flames looked to have low power from filthy solar panels on the roofs. There were beach-like neon signs on a few of the shops but others had the solar panels on their roofs coated with sand or leaves, nothing a hard rain and wind wouldn't clean enough to allow them to function. If we wanted to live here and bring the town back to life we would have enough work to keep us occupied for years if the weather didn't begin to cooperate.

I hadn't thought about it since the first year I was in the village but why would the boys want to work if there was no immediate payment? There was enough money laying around in the different stores that they would never need to work for it even if we reestablished an economy that worked on cash. It may have been an illogical jump of thought but I immediately thought of prostitution and how that had probably preceded money.

"Rogelio, look in here!" Tomas must not have lived in a city or prosperous town while still in Mexico, much of what I took for granted he found to be new and exciting. I followed his voice around the corner and through an open screened doorway.

"What have you found?" I was enjoying his wonder at the new objects he had been finding, many had only been decorative but they were still interesting. I thought I had seen a partial sign over the building that read Ho....ob. I wasn't sure what it meant, it could be a swim suit shop, I remembered something like a HobbyJok, half transparent swim briefs that had been popular the only time I had gone to a gay beach.

"I don't know what they are? Manikins? Robots? Some type of sex toy?" I could see why he might think the last idea. The back room of the shop was packed with mostly male Homorobo's that had been partially defined. Their faces had eyes and noses and a marked but not finished mouth. The larger, I mean taller and more full bodied, had cocks that were programmed to a stretched out length at least as long as mine. There were children with tiny dicks. There were what I think were intended to be teenagers that had dicks that were five or so inches long while still soft. All of the bots were fit, with no extra weight showing.

Along the back wall were a dozen or more female bots. The ones that were intended to be mature were full figured, maybe 40x30x36? There were teenage females that were less endowed and a few three to four feet tall children. I had to search around for awhile to find out that the store was a rental facility, the bots were programmed to be beach escorts. Anyone that rented a bot could have the body adjusted and whatever program they wanted installed. The program for the escorts included sex one time. I was shocked to see that even the child bots had that option for the renter, I had lived around fairly liberal people but even that approximation of pedophilia would have been rejected.

"Tomas, we are going to have to find a place to lock these bots up." I would have liked to keep one of the teenagers out for my son but I worried about the idea of him crossing his orders for the bot. I had to stop him once in the hydroponics garden. The last thing we needed was bots waging war on the few of us that were still alive. It was unlikely that any of their batteries would still be functional but I wanted to be safe.

"Do you think those bots that are plugged into the wall would work?"

I hadn't noticed that there were two bots still plugged into a charger fastened to a sales counter in the front room. The gauges showed the charger to be operating but there was nothing to show if the bots were charged. I thought back to the sex hut and how Nino had me squeeze the bot's sac to make him get ready for sex.

"Are you thinking you want the bot to fuck you?"

"They can do that? I thought maybe the human was supposed to fuck the bot." He had moved close enough that he was able to feel the soft skin that covers the Homorobo's. I didn't know whether it had been Nino's program or the regular sex bot program that required you to squeeze his balls but I told Tomas that he should squeeze the sac of the bot he was examining, but not too hard. For a moment I thought we were going to have to look around the shop to find instructions, the bot was slow to react.

"His eyes opened." Tomas looked like the bot had scared him. Although I never thought of him as having a big dick, 5-6 inches hard, when I looked at him he had shriveled down to less than two inches. It took the bot five or so minutes to come fully to operational readiness. Imagine the scene in 'The Wizard of Oz' where they are oiling the Tinman's joints and you have an idea of what it was like watching the bot trying to loosen up his joints.

The bot was not one that I would have chosen if I was going to have bot sex but Tomas was so enthralled with the bot I don't think it mattered what the bot looked like. I had read in magazines and the internet that there were beaches on the coast where men and women spent their time exercising or just showing off their muscular builds, something we didn't have on the East Coast This bot would definitely fit in on that type of beach, he was my height perhaps built to look like he was thirty pounds of muscle larger with a waist that was no larger than 30 inches, his butt and cock had been refined over many uses to attract even the least sexual person.

"I see you are ready for sex. I rent for three hundred dollars an hour. I do not have the one encounter restriction of the other beach bots. Squeeze my balls again to see how large my cock grows." His cock was hanging over his sac, balls that were at least fifty percent larger than mine. Unexpectedly the bot reached over and squeezed the other bots' sac. Tomas was standing back looking at the pair in awe.

The second bot didn't attract me in the least, his body could have been modeled after a picture of Mahatma Gandhi. Until he spoke I had no idea why.

"Welcome to Barry's Beach Boys. I have bots to fit every person's need or persuasion." As he spoke he disconnected himself from the wall and pressed a line of buttons on the sales counters. Even though they had been inactive since the attack five male bots carefully withdrew their left foot from a floor charger. As they stepped through the doorway from the back room to the show room I noticed that not only were they of different sizes and ages but they also were modeled on different ethnicities, it was a regular United Nations of man flesh with something seemingly for everyone.

I wondered how many people wandered into Barry's Beach Boys and were shocked to see so many naked representations of male and female humans. There were sure to be others that walked in just to see the naked bodies. That was probably why the shop was attended by a bot, a human would have quickly grown tired of hearing the reactions and questions the tourists would ask.

"The bot standing beside me is Theseus. (He did have a definite Greek look.) He has already told you that he does not have a one encounter sexual restriction as do the bots that are rented as beach boys." The first bot to come out of the back room couldn't have been four feet tall. I noticed he made his way to a circle about six feet away from us.

"This is Puck. Puck is primarily a sand bot that is rented out as a companion bot for single children. I see you have no children with you. If you wish I can switch Puck to being a fuck boy. He costs two hundred an hour as a child's companion. If he is to be the receptacle of your cock and cum he is five hundred per encounter with his asshole." As he finished the sales pitch Puck turned his back to us and bent over far enough to grab an ankle. With his other hand Puck pulled one cheek back so we were able to look directly at his asshole.

"Puck is currently low on cum and lubricant, if you wish to fuck him he can be prepared in fifteen minutes." Puck walked over to the closest wall and shut down. An Asian looking boy, maybe 5 foot two inches stepped onto the same circle as Puck had used.

"Wan quit winking at the young man." Nino had told me that the bots could be programmed to be aggressive sexually, but this was the first bot that I had seen that fondled himself and ran a tongue around his lips.

"Wan can play any beach sport you wish. If you pay an extra fifty dollars he can be quickly waterproofed enough to stand being in the ocean for more than the normal thirty minutes. Wan can be used as a personal lifeguard or pacer if you wish to practice speed swimming. If you rent him as a sex bot he can fuck you the entire hour or can stand having you or your friends fuck him all day.

"He is built to take the longest cock in either his mouth or asshole. Like Puck he is low on cum and lubricant. He receives high marks from those that rent him for his ability to finger an asshole." Stopping the spiel on asshole seemed to be the cue for the bots to walk off the circle and find their proper place against the wall while waiting to see if they were rented.

The young man that walked onto the circle next was surprisingly similar to Jesus. I listened while the sales bot droned on about this bot, I walked over and squeezed his sac. "Sir, it takes two squeezes to have Jose get an erection."

"What happens if I finger his asshole?"

"Jose will ask you if you'd like to fuck him standing or if you want to get in bed. I have been told that Jose will get an erection when fingered if the person knows what they are doing. Jose is the best bot we have for sucking cock.

"Jose, grab your ankles and show us your butt." My cock started throbbing as I looked at the tight round asshole. Maybe my idea of hiding the bots was not that good. I was thinking that I would like to give all three of these bots a hard fuck.

"Jose will also spread your cheeks and lick your asshole." The bot stood up, stuck its tongue out at me and walked over to stand next to Wan.

The next two bots stood on the circle at the same time, one was white and the other Afro-American but otherwise nearly identical.

"It looked like you would have enjoyed spending some time with Jose."

"Tomas, Jose resembled Jesus who was one of my previous boyfriends so much that I almost told him to take my cock right there. Yes, I would have enjoyed some time with him., we tried to program a bot in the village Sex Hut to look and act just like that bot. I am going to have to take some time and learn how to disconnect the bots from the store so the time and single occurrence restrictions can be overwritten. Anyway we don't want to have to find five hundred dollars so you can enjoy yourself with Theseus."

"If I'm going to do that, there's money sitting in all the cash registers. I would only have the bots available to people with the right card. That way you aren't likely to have them bot-napped." Just talking about the bot that way had Tomas's cock standing its full length and seeping pre-cum.

"Was it Theseus or one of the others that you wanted, Tomas?"

"I just want to get one of them that will allow me to fuck them."

"I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

"I don't think I could fuck you. The fact that you fuck me so wonderfully would make me shy about even trying to fuck you." He was walking with his eyes down to the ground, I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed about the idea of wanting to fuck me or that he didn't think he would be able to do it well enough.

"Let's get something to eat and head back to get the others before they start worrying." I wasn't hungry for food, I wanted to give Tomas the opportunity to fuck me and whatever it took I would do. We couldn't find anything at the beach that we wanted to fix for dinner so we climbed back to the house and ate there.

I had Tomas ride a few hundred feet ahead of me. I didn't know if that was a good tactic but I wanted to be able to see anything that interfered with our trip. It was not necessary as we rode that half hour without seeing anything or body. Back at the bath house Tomas and I explained what we had seen, both the negatives and the positives. I say that but neither Tomas nor I mentioned the Renta-Bot shop.

By the time everyone was ready for bed a decision had been made to make an attempt at founding a town where La Jolla had been. Tomas was extremely pleased that he would be living in the glass house looking out over the cove. Jude was pleased that we would be so close to the water. Joey was pleased to know that there were six houses on the street fully ready for any of us to move into. Ace wasn't happy to learn that the house had glass all the way around and I would expect him to keep it clean.

Everyone was excited to know we would be settling into La Jolla. The bath house resembled everything I had ever heard about them that evening. Shortly after I fucked Tomas Jude knocked on the door of the room we had occupied again. The rest of the night I spent with my son laying his head on one shoulder and Tomas on the other. Ace was at the foot of the bed. I had flashes of what my life was going to be once we moved into the glass house. I woke the following morning happy to have Ace waiting with his mouth open ready for his morning juice as I swung my legs over the side of the bed..

Jude had come to my bed wanting to discuss my thoughts on him getting his first blow job but he must have been exhausted. He fell asleep before I told him what I had decided. The way his hands strayed over my body made me know there was no way that he wasn't ready for sex in some way. A blow job sounded like the best answer to his problems but I was still undecided about whether allowing Tomas or Ace to suck him was something I was willing to live with. I fell asleep thinking I should speak with Joey before telling Jude anything. It was the second morning I allowed him to piss on Tomas, the boy tried hard to get some of Jude's piss in his mouth while his dick shot cum over the side of the bed. Like Deuce and I, Tomas had shot a load on the floor when Jude pissed on his dick and balls the first time. It bothered me that I would never allow him to piss on me that way again but incest is not something that I care to make a common occurrence.

I would have enjoyed riding in the truck but we had decided that taking the two cycles to the beach house was a good idea although I was sure there would be bike shops nearby. I let Tomas lead the caravan to the beach and followed behind the truck watching for either wolves or more of the Brazilians. Our trip to the beach was as peaceful as had been the first. The two rides had been the first times I had felt the peace and serenity that riding a cycle allows in a long time, I promised myself that I would ride more often once we were settled into our new home. I wasn't certain I had Cary's address in the few papers I had brought with me but if I did I would attempt going by his house and take his Harley.

"So you think we should all take a house up here? Why can't we live down along the beach? It looks like there are a few houses we could take over." I didn't think Joey was intentionally being difficult but not following along with what I wanted would leave my choice open to criticism.

"Joey, I would prefer if we stayed together, but if when you take a look along the beach and decide that would be preferable for you, fine. Tomas, Jude, Ace and I will be living in that house." The windows gleamed from where Tomas and I had spent a couple hours cleaning. I had talked to Joey about living along the shore before and had admitted to him that while it seemed ideal I was never too pleased with the dead fish smell you woke to when you had a house close to the water.

We didn't unload more than the Med Bot, Raul's dog and a few crates of food that I had greedily picked for myself. Greedy in the space they took in the truck, not that anyone else would want them. I wasn't too worried about food in the immediate future, we had passed three supermarkets after getting off the new highway and before turning onto the street I planned on having as home. That was three super markets and a Trader Joe's in less than a mile.

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot along the beach front Jude and Tomas started shouting that they wanted to go swimming. I reminded Tomas of the sea lions and had him show Jude what I was talking about.

"Joey, we didn't see anyone walking around or in any of the stores but just to be safe I think you should carry at least your pistol. If you get in trouble that should make enough noise to make me come running with the rifles and my pistol. I think most of the first two rows of buildings are stores but you are welcome to search for a house among them." When they were a few buildings down the street I went into the Renta-Bot shop and found an instruction manual. Every chair I tried to use ripped apart so I waited on the beach sitting on a towel watching Tomas and Jude run my way while throwing off the few clothes they had been wearing.

"Try to find yourselves some towels before you get in the water." The first shop I had stopped in for towels must have been directly in the path of the ocean humidity, all the cloth in the store fell apart as I had touched it. I didn't know much about weaving cloth but got the idea that cloth was going to be one of the first industries we were going to need. There weren't enough of us to do much more than weave enough cloth to keep us warm if the clothing around had disintegrated like the towels.

"if you need to change a Bot's programming, it is essential that you wipe out the sex program before attempting to add any other program. A bot can do four times the work of a man or woman. All schedule four bots are capable of lifting up to four hundred pounds with a minimum of two hundred and fifty. "

Nino had been able to program the bots from scratch, all I could do was modify existing programs or install those that were supplied by the manufacturer. I couldn't imagine what type of program would be necessary for the bot to take over any of the work we were sure to be encountering. I continued reading even when a page here and there was torn out my hands by the breeze. When Tomas and Jude returned I was sleeping. They were making enough noise to wake the dead, or enough to at least make me think about waking.

"Go ahead, I don't think he's asleep." I could feel Jude's eyes on me, the pair had stopped making any noise at all. I couldn't help but wonder what trouble they were up to get into.

"Dad?"

"Do I need to roll over?" There wasn't much sun but I felt as if my skin was drying out, was that because of the salt breeze or the little bit of sun? Without waiting for an answer I rolled onto my stomach, letting my legs spread as I did.

"It looks like he is ready for you Tomas." Was my son urging Tomas to eat my ass? I don't know if that was the intent, but in seconds I felt Tomas pressing his hands to my cheeks and lowering his face between them.

"You really do like that don't you?"

"Jude, you will, too, when you get old enough to start having sex with someone."

"I'm ready to get my dick sucked and maybe try sucking a dick but I don't think I'm ready for that. I might even be ready to let the right guy fuck me but I'm not ready to lick anyone's asshole."

I listened as Tomas and Jude talked about sex. Maybe my son should have time with a bot if I was able to wipe out the one time retriction.