Hey kids, this is not a story about a marionette. This is stuff for older folks, 18 years or more. So if you do not fit that age group or older, please do not stay.
We work for a famous animator in Hollywood, Jeff and I, Terry. We are both in our late twenties and have been doing this sort of work for about five years. We room together, but we are not "involved", but we are good friends, drinking buddies and cruise together.
We had just finished the Sunday papers when I said out loud to Jeff, something I have been thinking about for some weeks. "Jeff, I would like to make a boy."
"I bet you would but with your personality, it's really difficult."
"No I perhaps should have said "construct" a boy."
"What's so unusual about that. We've been doing it the last two years."
Jeff is partly right. The type of animated movies are utilizing life like figures that are moved slightly for each frame. This was not the construction I had in mind. I explained to Terry that a marriage between computer mold making and are expertise in making human figures might be combined to construct a life like figure through the computer.
He really lit up at my explanation. "I think you are on to some thing. Let's give it a try."
We went upstairs the room we have loaded with computer stuff. He stood there awhile with his hands on his hips. "We need raw materials to make plastic. I'll make a list and you go to the paint store and the hardware store, they're both open today. Meanwhile I'll work on a program.".
I had no trouble in obtaining everything at the large hardware store and I also included some meltable rubber compounds to make the skin more lifelike.
When I go home, Jeff had already set up a program. He miked up a small amount of the stuff I bought. "We just make a test and then we can refine it as we continue."
I hadn't realized them what a difficult project this was. Besides the outward appearance, we had to learn how to program the mind. Part of this problem was solved by downloading an encyclopedia, a twelve foot shelf of fiction and nonfiction. But the real fun and excitement came with the physical attributes. "A big cock, huh?" I told him to make it normal size, maybe six to seven inches and not too thick. I didn't want to feel inadequate. I choose the skin to be pale with tan tones, a little like me, blonde hair of course, curly, eyes bright blue, muscles not too much, height exactly six feet (I'm just 5'9"), nice big feet, about twelves.
"He sounds yummy," Jeff said.
"Hey, he's mine, Dr. Frankenstein. Keep your 6'6" body away from him as well as your dark tan and dark eyes. Make your own boy!"
We both worked on this for over two months. There was so much we hadn't planned on, such as physical movements (How about erections?) Finally the debut night came.
The figure was held in an upright clasp and he was covered with a sheet. Before we unveiled him, Jeff asked me to name him. I choose Skip. Why? I have no idea. The name just popped into my head.
Jeff threw the sheet off with a flourish. In the dim light he looked really excellent. A little pale, but otherwise real sexy. I liked the way Jeff had made the kid's nipples. As I came close to take a long look, suddenly the eyes flew open and startled me. He looked at me as if he knew me and he nodded a greeting. I had not expected the speech module to be finished and when Skip's low sexy voice emerged from his succulent mouth, I stepped back in surprise.
Jeff called out in a British accent, "He's a-l--i--v--e !"
"Hey Jeff, you've been doing some work on him when I wasn't here."
Jeff laughed in pleasure."I tried to put in to him certain things I know you will be pleased with. I expect you will have a constant hard on once he really gets going."
There wasn't much for me to do since the rest of the work was movements and also wiring in reactions. Jeff mentioned in passing that Skip could now orgasm. "You mean you put spooge in him?"
"Well there is a small tank inside. He won't run out for a long while. I also worked on the consistency and taste. Based on my best experiences in cock sucking, he has the best flavor."
Each night when I was working on some project for the company, Jeff would disappear into what he now called his laboratory, using the English pronunciation. He was getting a real kick out of making my boy. I began to worry that Skip might become imprinted with Jeff's voice and smell. "Not to worry, have your undershorts for smell and I used your voice mail message to instill an attachment for your voice. Hey did you notice that I was able to tint his cheeks so he doesn't look sick. His eyelashes are in place."
That night I was really tired from the work at the studio and went to bed early. In the morning I felt someone in bed with me. I turned and there was Skip smiling at me. "Would you like a little oral wake up?"
His voice was perfect. I felt myself getting hard. He reached around to my front and passed his silky fingers over my nipples, gently, over and over. I was gasping with pleasure. Then he licked my ear. His had saliva and a hot tongue. It was really amazing. It felt like there was a real person making love to me. He pulled me over to face him and pressed warm lips over mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and aroused me to the point that I was on the brink of orgasming. He slid down under the sheets and took my prick into his mouth and began the greatest blow job I had ever experienced. Pretty soon I was moaning and humping and froze then spewed gallons into his hot mouth.
How in the world did Jeff get the boy's lips to be warm and his mouth moist and hot. And when he finished he kissed me again and asked if I would like to have a little cat nap after cuming. I mumbled, "Will you still respect me in the morning? When I woke up again, Skip was gone. He now could walk around the apartment. I think he considers the lab as his home. I heard the shower running. Nice, a clean lover boy.
After dressing I went into the kitchen, Jeff had made a nice breakfast. "To celebrate your honeymoon."
"You are a genius. It was the best sex I ever had."
"You think we might get some clothes together and take him out to the cubs?"
"Why not, but we'll have to fight them off with a stick."
I got home about seven. Jeff was putting together a light bite. "What about Skip, does he ever eat?"
"Nope, low maintenance."
"Is he sleeping?"
"Well actually he is a fake person, needs no sleep, but I rigged him so he can set himself like an alarm clock himself. Right now he is "off" but when he hears your voice, he'll come running."
I hated that Jeff thinks of him as a fake person, but he did hear my voice and did come running. He sat on my lap, kissed me and ruffled up my hair. It was delicious.
While we were making out, Jeff was rummaging in the other room and came in with packages. "These are clothes for you. We're going take you out on the town."
Skip clapped his hands in glee, like a little kid. I think he was tired of going around naked all the time, but I loved to see his perfect prick swinging as he gracefully walked.
Jeff picked out white shorts and a red tee shirt, plus sneaks. "No underwear?" I asked and Jeff said, "No need, his clean all the time, not like us."
The Passionate Church was the hot club of the moment. The three of us walked up to the door and Skip, always friendly, put his hand out and shook the hand of the doorkeeper/bouncer. Muscles was about to say something, but took in the boy with the broad shoulders, perfect blue eyes and shapely smooth legs. "You can come in."
Skip motioned for us to follow. As we walked along the hall, guys stopped whatever they were doing and starred. Skip seemed to exude sexiness as he passed them. Their jaws hung open. On the dance floor Skip took turns dancing with Jeff and I. Don't think I didn't notice that several rude customers took a feel of his ass. Skips really liked the beat and the fun of dancing. He got hot and sweaty. That was Jeff's realistic work. Skip whipped off his red tee shirt and continued dancing in all his upper body glory, his muscles gleaming and his mouth smiling in fun. The room almost went nuts. Every couple tried to dance close to him.
We declared the evening a success and headed home.
Jeff said that he was tired and toddled off to bed. I still had plenty of spunk left and as for Skip, he was always ready to go. I went into the john. "Can I watch? You know I can't shit." I told him no, after all a guy needs his privacy. But he pouted and cajoled, how could I deny him the pleasure of see my face creased with effort and my stuff stinking up the room.
His face showed great interest. "Can I kiss you while you deposit those brown lumps? You look so cute. Can you piss at the same time?"
I finally satisfied myself and Skip was full of appreciation. What can I say, the boy adores me. I popped into the shower, Skip was right behind me and we soaped each other and giggled like junior high kids. We dried each other and I turned down the covers. Skip asked me to get on my knees and elbows. He explained that he had seen it in a porno movie that Jeff had shown him. I was beginning to get moved by this new aggressive Skip. I felt him use lubricant, my lubricant that he got from the bedside table. He rubbed my hungry asshole gently until he could see that the muscle ring was opening in lust. "Should I enter you sweet boy?" He said into my ear as he kissed around my neck.
"Yes, if you don't do it now, I'll go nuts."
He slipped his smooth cock into the opening of my ass, paused a moment then slowly entered until his blonde pubes were against my smooth hard ass. I could hear his deep breathing behind me. Then he began moving slowly in and out. I was dripping spit with excitement. "Faster, harder!" I called in a choked voice.
I was surprised to hear Skip say in his deep sexy voice, "Just hold on boy. I know what I am doing. Leave it to me and you'll have the fuck of your life."
What confidence. The shit thinks he boss, but then he vibrated inside my chute, entered again and rotated his motion, then side to side. He was torturing my prostate and producing electric waves of pleasure. He was laughing softly as he could see that I was transfixed by his technique. He rumbled in my ear, "Terry, it's okay to relax and let your cock spew. You know you can't hold on any longer."
Then for the first time in my life I began a slow fuck moment and my cock began delivering spunk, heavy quantities. Skip stayed quiet and let me empty my heavy balls. Finally I was finished, I was still moaning and dripping. Skip began a slow fuck again. He acted just like a.......a.....real guy. He stiffened and began delivering stick cum in my ass and just as he was finishing he said in a commanding voice, "Terry, you have more to give. Let it come, hard!" Shit, I began fucking motions again and shot thick ropes of cum. Skip patted my head and smoothed my check, and congratulated me and told me what a great lover I was. He turned down the sheets and put me into the bed, like a was a baby.
The next morning I awoke. I was in Skips arms. He kissed me tenderly. "You are the best lover I could ever want."
I stroked his back and he nuzzled my shoulder. He lifted his head and grinned at me, "Of course Jeff has a bigger cock and he has pretty good technique.
In a flash, angry took control of my body. I jumped out of bed leaving Skip with a perplexed look. Opened Jeff's bedroom door, it seemed empty but then I heard sounds from the bathroom. The door was open. I looked in. Jeff was on his knees in front of the toilet, his big balls were hanging over the rim, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, grunting and moaning while his lubed hand stroked his cock at high speed. Just as I was about to grab him, his cock began spewing into the toilet. His cum seemed to drain all his strength and he held on to the wall to keep from falling. In spite of my blind anger, I was also taken aback by Jeff's good looks. Actually I had never seen him naked before. He was really a beauty, but I shook that off and put my hands under his moist arm pits and drew im up. He stood in front of me, coughed, swallowed. "What the hell is this?"
"So you've been fucking around with my Skip. What kind of bastard are you?" I was leaving to get ready for work. Jeff followed me out.
He grabbed my arm. "Terry, I swear I never, ever had any sexual times with that blow-up doll. Believe me. Let's confront him. Let me get a towel to cover me."
We found Skip watching the little TV in my bedroom. When we came in he smiled at us and licked his pretty lips like the cat who stole the cream.
"Skip, turn off the TV. Stand up." Jeff really sounded white hot in anger. Skip, still smiling got up slowly and just a slowly turned off the TV. This was a perfect example of passive/aggressive behavior.
I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed him shoulder. "Did you and Jeff have any sexual time together?"
He or it laughed out loud. "Of course not." He patted my check superciliously. "Don't get riled up lover. I know that you are a competitive person. That's why I made up that.......lie, I guess you could call it."
Jeff heard enough. He crossed the room and turned Skip's motor and chip off. "Let's talk about this Terry. Should I disconnect him completely?"
"Yeah, do it. This was a sick idea in the first place. I should work to get my man."
"You don't have to work too hard. I'm right in your apartment."
I put my arms around Jeff's shoulder and kissed him for the first time. "Ummm, you kiss like Skip."
"I know, I put everything I know about kissing and sex into his main hard drive."
"I can't wait to feel your hard drive."
Skip is now nameless. Nothing more than a mannequin that we use as a clothes hanger. All the electronics have been removed, but sometimes, after a good fuck and a couple of drinks afterward, I can almost see it looking at me and winking.
End.
Oh, oh if I only had a Skip, unendurable pleasure indefinitely prolonged. What a way to go!