+++Stop hiding over there in the corner. I see you, and I see you are definitely under 18 years of age. Sorry kid, you hafta go. The others out there that are 18 or more, you are as welcome as the flowers in May.
I have seen this written on a shithouse wall: "My Mother made me a homosexual," and then written below, "Ask her to knit me one." Not exactly high humor, and only mildly funny, but somehow this gag line kept popping into my head while I hung around on this Saturday.
It's like this. I am totally at loose ends. It's kind creepy that a 25 year old of standard male looks (except for my absurdly red hair) and suckable cock is in this fix.
I checked the newspapers for something to do. Well, there is this used computer sell-off up around Columbia Avenue. Not too exciting, but my laptop is dying an inch at a time. I guess I'll just go and see what they got.
Up at the show, there were hundreds of people milling around. The crowd was really off-putting, but I noticed that in a corner, near the entrance, there was a guy with a small table. On it were about six small silver colored devices. Computers I guess, because they had monitor screens. The boxes were smaller than a tower, about half as high and one-third as deep. They almost looked like testing devices or some sort.
"Hey Fella. Whatcha got there?"
"Hi Sam, I've been waiting for you to arrive."
What the shit? How does he know me and my name? This is Outer Limits stuff. I took a close look at him. He was kinda strange, very pale, but decent looking. But he was, of course, a little person. You know, a dwarf, but his body parts were in perfect proportion.
"Do I know you," I asked a little belligerently.
"I've always known you, Sam. Are you interested in one of my computers? They are full service, even more than that."
I decided to stop pushing him on how he knew me, but the computers did seem interesting. "Are they used?"
"No right out of the boxes over there. They work fine. They will bring you pleasure everlasting."
Well, no computer can do that, and no computer lasts forever. "How much?"
"What do you think it is worth?"
"How the fuck do I know. Give me a price."
"How about...." He said, staring at my shirt pocket where I had put some money to use here..."Forty bucks." Strange, that was exactly what was in my shirt pocket, two twenties.
"Okay," I said wonderingly.
I handed him the money. He quickly took the computer and slid it into the box. As I took the box and began elbowing my way out the exit, I noticed that it was a plain box, no model, and no manufacturer. I turned back to ask him about it. His table was gone and he was gone. How it heck did he pack everything up so fast? One thing I suspected was that I had been snookered. I bet that the silver case has nothing inside.
Back in my apartment I set the box on an end table and plugged the electric cord in an outlet. The screen began to glow green. As it was warming up I checked the box. No screws, it was just molded together. Must be one of those new Chinese computers for the masses.
"Hello Sam, welcome to Create a Man Software."
I jumped a mile. The voice came from the computer, loud and strong...and the damn thing knew me(?)
"Hi," I stupidly replied. Oh shit, I was really crazy. But then as I stared at the screen, a man's face appeared, it looked a hello of a lot like the dwarf at the swamp meet.
"Would you like a tour, press 'enter'."
My shaking index finger pressed the key on the tiny keyboard that appeared on the lower part of the screen. The screen's colors changed from gray to bright blue and was filled with face pictures of...I'd have to say...handsome young men, most of them movie stars. The voice over continued. "Begin constructing your man. Move arrow over the face and head you like."
Well, I had always creamed over Emile Hirsch's cute, gamin face with its shiny tumble of black hair. I pressed over that head.
"Next Sam, see the headless bodies on screen two. Their owners are identified."
It was an easy choice for me, Jesse Metcalf.
"Skin quality, highlight person's you chose." Yeah, I chose Leonardo DiCaprio. His body skin is so smooth, it's almost poreless.
And so it went. I got to pick a perky ass from screen three. Jesse's was fine, of course, but the selection of world-class asses...wow! I chose one belonging to a name that was not famous to me. Then came the critical screen, cocks. I was treated to a display of pictures of cocks, double pictures with soft and erected. I pondered this group, enjoying the feeling of my arrow (hah!) moving around the field. Actually, I knew almost immediately the one I preferred. It greatly resembled my buddy from high school's. Long thin, gently upwardly curved, cut, with a large head.
Finally, a drop down menu appeared, labeled "attitude". There were choices: Shy, Submissive, Cruel, Dominant, self-confident etc. I chose self-confident, not exactly sure how that played out.
"That concludes the selection, said the elf head. Please wait a few minutes for the program to create your man."
Holy shit, the box groaned and shook and blinked white light and finally, with a loud bang and a puff of smoke the screen went blank. No matter what I did, it was totally dead. What a waste of money.
I stripped, put on my under shorts that I sleep in, put on the ball game and settled in my old battered easy chair with a beer. About fifteen minutes later I got another beer and was sucking away at it, just getting a little buzz, when the doorbell of my apartment rang. Usually I get a signal from the downstairs call box, but whoever this is must have slipped in along with some other person's entry. I generally don't like that, it could be dangerous. I looked out the peephole. Then I saw this cute, outstanding, boyish dream of a guy, even though slightly distorted by the wide-angle lens, I almost gasped out loud. He smiled at me with his Emile white teeth and spoke in a mellow baritone. "Hey Man, let me in. I'm dying to meet you."
Oh, if only this peephole was a glory hole. Oh well. I flung open the door and he strode in with youthful confidence, surveying the apartment with his clear brown eyes. "What a shit house! But anyplace is a palace with you there."
Oh, saying nice things get me hard quickly. I rearranged my prick as best I could inside of these well-washed shorts. He laughed and pointed. "Nice. I can't wait."
He was dressed like any twenty-year old you might see on a college campus, tee shirt with a faded image of a rocker, now unidentifiable, wrinkled cargo shorts and his perfect feet slipped into rubber slides. I also took in his fine, slightly hairy lower legs. Oh me oh my, I was getting faint.
"I'm going get naked," he announced suddenly. "Why don't you slip off those raggedy shorts and get some air on your prick?" Oh, oh, I could see the self-confidence spilling over. I had no intention of being his bitch, so I better get some ground rules agreed to.
"I'll call you Jack, okay?" I said.
"Whatever. Let me see your pubes. I hope they are as red as your head. And then, maybe I'll really be lucky and you'll have fuzzy red hair on your ass, and...." Fanning himself like a diva, "a ring of red hair around your hole."
Gee what a rude boy, but he was turning me on. I still hadn't removed my shorts, he got on his knees and yanked. The loose elastic waistband allowed them to fall quickly to my ankles. "Yeah," he breathed. "The hair is red, and you got a lot even though your chest is smooth." He thought for a moment, "You're kinda hot."
He stood up and put his muscled arms around my neck and pressed his cute lips against mine. He tasted so nice, so clean, maybe minty, but soon I forgot everything as we melted into each other. I reached down and pushed my cock to the side so we could really get close.
When we finally separated, I was staggeringly dizzy and breathing hard. He grinned at me with that Hirsch crooked smile. "How about we take this show to your bed?"
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me along. Both our pricks were wobbling and stiff as we walked. I stole a glance at his. Yep, it was my old wanking buddy's cock, but this was a bit longer and more acutely curved.
Once we were on the bed, he pushed me down and attached my cock with his hot, sweet boy's lips. He didn't waste any time getting me thoroughly licked and sucked. He seemed to know when he had brought me to the pitch and stopped suddenly. "I think the steak is done. Now for some fucking."
"Okay," I husked. "I can't wait to get into that hot ass."
He slapped me sharply on my cheek. "No, no boy, I do the fucking."
Now I have not had a lot a gay sex experience. I call it sex lite. You know, mutual wanking, a little suck. I had one or two experiences when guys asked me to fuck them. I usually, being a nice guy, agreed. It was hot! But this beautiful monster in my bed was pushing me toward something I was afraid of and not sure I wanted.
He got up and stood next to the bed, his hands on his hips, surveying me with a critical look. "Look Sam, you made me. There are no returns. You paid for what you got, now stop acting like a little girl and take your medicine. I know you are going like the spoonfuls of sugar that Jack dishes out. He grabbed my legs roughly, pulled me toward the edge of the bed, tucking my ankles at his hips. This position exposed my ass crack to his delighted eyes.
"Yes you do have that red hair ring around your asshole. Oh shit, I am dripping and ready to bring you pleasure. If you fight me, I'll beat you up, dawg."
My head was whirling with fear. What had I done? I created this thug, this beautiful thug and now I was going to be raped.
He tried to put a finger into my asshole. "Fuck you are tight. All the better when I begin thrusting, it'll massage my prick nicely, but first I gotta get in. Stop holding yourself tight. Wait, I can fix that."
He took one of my nipples and twisted it. I was assailed with pain, yet good feelings. Without realizing it, my asshole opened. He could see it. "Yeah girlie, you like your titties played with roughly. You are one hot bottom boy, but you don't know it. Hey, look, your asshole is blinking at me. It wants me inside. Sure baby."
Just for good measure he slapped first one ass cheek and then the other. These weren't love taps, these were smarting slaps that brought tears to my eyes, and to my everlasting shame, I think I blubbered a bit.
"Now, now Samantha, settle down. You are going to have a life changing experience that you have always wanted but didn't know it."
He put the large head at the opening. "Now baby, I won't move an inch. I leave it up to you. Remember, once the head is in, the rest is easy."
I swear I didn't mean to move, but that slippery cock head at the opening felt so good, I just wanted to intensify the feeling. I moved my ass forward and the head slipped in. He laughed loudly. "That's the way. I knew you were fuckable. You were aching to get me inside your hot canal. You don't have to wait any longer. Here I come."
I felt a pain as he shoved his prick into me. My insides felt raw and uncomfortable, but also his slight back and forth movement was stimulating my prostate and I was lost in that hot feeling. My backbone was vibrating and I realized I was moaning like a calf. He loved it. "That's right girlie, enjoy my prick, your clit is getting my treatment, in a few minutes, you will be a mewling idiot, begging for me to fuck you hard."
He began a slow in and out. I felt that my mind was leaving my body and orbiting above me. My ass craved rough treatment. I wanted to cum and cum hard, but my orgasm was under his control. I knew I was mastered, and helpless.
He watched my face like a hawk. As he saw my eyes roll up and my slack mouth drooling he intensified his fucking. Now he was going in and out like a blur. It turned me into a raving loony. I began pushing my hips forward and back to get more feeling from him. He was flat out laughing at me, but then suddenly even this control freak was servant to his orgasms. "Oh shit, you did it. I'm fucking cumming. You cum with me, you hear?"
I felt his body stiffen and then his cock sprayed my insides with a fire hose of his milk. My own cock began spewing up over my chest and shots even reached my red hair. We were two messy animals, caught in the vise of our sexual frenzy. I could hear my own cries mingled with his deep moans.
I never experienced a climax that lasted so long. We were both bathed in sweat. He pulled out. My ass hole felt slack and empty. "Don't worry girl, I'll be in there as soon as I recover in a minute or two, and this time I'm not going to be so gentle. Now I gotta take a piss, be back in a moment."
After he left the room I heard the crackle of the box in the living room. It seems to have revived. I ran in. There on the screen was the dwarf head. "Did you like your selection?"
I don't know if one can speak back, but I said, "No I didn't. I don't want to be a sex bitch. It's not me. I am slightly afraid of him. Can you make him go?"
The little fellow giggled. Yes, but you have to trade. I'll take you in his place." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I had to extricate myself from this scary, but sexy guy. I agreed.
There was rumbling in the box. I felt a sucking feeling and then I went blank.
A few days later a young fellow was turning on the silver computer box he had bought at a swap meet. After the head finished the tour, he looked over the various men he might summon or use parts to make his ideal. While looking through to "Boy Next Store Regular Guys" he was taken with one kid. He looked to be in his early twenties and had flaming red hair. That kind of hair turned him on. He put his arrow over that picture. "I'll take him just as he is."
The dwarf laughed. "Good choice. I believe he is very fuckable."
End