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Progress Ain't Always A Good Thing
Gay Fiction for adults only. Contains graphic sexual interaction between adult males.
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I finally gave in and ordered one of the New Companion of Your Dreams androids, the Macho 5000. Yeah, they have been around for awhile, but finally they are fully covered in stuff that sure feels like human skin, AND you can get them really hairy! That I have to admit was the key selling point, big, built and hairy. Hey, when you're older, unless you want to pay for someone's service or support a leech, there isn't anything left but moaning and groaning with your fellow loners about how unfair life is. One of my 2 close friends had ordered one when they first hit the market and I had to admit, they were most impressive, even though they both had the smooth version with more like swimmers builds. Me, I wanted power, bulk, rugged and hairy! Hey, I paid for it and I can have whatever the hell I want.
Science and corporations merged mostly ages ago after a few of the big time boys figured out that it could be a marriage made in heaven. The scientists got all the lab toys and research grants they needed and the corporate boys got profits. Okay, so some of the initial products turned out not so good, but they seemed to have finally gotten their acts together. The corporate guys also figured out that high prices limited the market they appealed to and by lowering the price, their stuff became more affordable by a much, much larger piece of the population. Cha Ching! Mucho Money. The government also figured out that excessive regulation cut into the taxes they received. Twenty years ago, a major change swept the world, ending the “Government Cradle to Grave Benefits” system. Yes there was help available for the needy, but along with it came mandatory training, work assignments and rehabilitation. One of the benefits was the end of homeless people. Everyone was guaranteed a place to live with responsibility for maintenance and care. Course with the introduction world wide of closed boarders, citizenship was a requirement for all of the good stuff and deportation wasn't always pleasant. There really wasn't anything one country gave over another since corporations spread world wide and natural agricultural areas provided food in controlled, earth friendly collectives.
I had a great job with one of the big corporations as a chemist. Mixing chemicals and seeing what resulted always fascinated me and my entire education was channeled in that direction. It was really something else how early testing and genetic analysis was able to steer and direct ones education and training towards the fields they liked and seemed to be destined for. Yeah, things change and nobody stopped you from changing direction, but for the most part it worked really well.
I'm 5'11” and weigh in at 225. Okay so I'm overweight but at 50, who cares really. Suppose I could have taken some of those designer drugs that kept your metabolism burning and made your muscles develop and stay that way with exercise, but that wasn't something I was interested in. I play with chemicals all day and something inside me just didn't feel good about messing with my bodies chemistry. Funny I suppose, but that's just me. Besides, I live alone and there isn't anybody that gives me the motivation to keep up with that. Now I was waiting, not patiently, for the delivery of my Macho 5000, 6'8”, 300 lbs of hairy muscle that wouldn't care what I looked like. The 10 year payment plan made it possible for me to buy the hot thing and since I rarely purchased things I didn't need or really want, I could afford it. I decided I was going to name my new companion Hoss. Heard the name from one of the ancient series that was on what they called television and I liked it and the big guy that played the character.
Oh, did I happen to mention I was gay? Sorry, but now a days, sexual preference was no longer considered something one identified oneself by. It was mostly career, education related rather then sex, since organized religion lost its control over most things and people became extremely independent and educated, figuring out that they could make up their own minds about life and the afterlife. They still existed, but without the power they used to have. It always seemed funny to me that ancient people actually watched shows they put on and sent them money.
Just about every day, my friends John and David called to see if I got my Hoss. They teased me constantly about the name, but I didn't care. It was really hard to concentrate at work since all I kept thinking about was Hoss and when I'd have him. Finally, after about 4 weeks, I received a holographic transmission that my Macho 5000 was shipped and due to arrive within a week. I was also given a special key code that would give me a holographic presentation about the Macho and how to program its major functions and attributes. Luckily the presentation would always be there for me to follow once I had Hoss. I guess ancients would call it an owners manual. Well, I wasn't about to wait until Hoss arrived, so I called up the key code on the touch screen and settled in front of the holograph displayer. I had to admit I was really surprised that what popped up after the usual corporate infomercial was my Hoss and not some generic android. It sure made me pay attention at that point. I paused the forward and had it do a 360 slow rotation of Hoss. I was really pleased and even more excited for it to be delivered. He was magnificent. It was so amazing they could even give him a completely realistic cock and balls and even the penis head I wanted was present. He was gorgeous and hot. I noticed that there were even thick veins running through muscles. The only way you could tell that he wasn't human was the color shade of his eyes, brighter then any human green and triangular iris, traits the government insisted were necessary to make identification of androids simple. They were used in all sorts of jobs humans didn't like doing or were considered too dangerous. Everyone was so used to seeing them and being around them, no one gave it much thought.
I continued the presentation which turned out to be extremely straight forward and simple to follow. I was totally blown away when I found out that I could select and change at any time the pitch of his voice, his accent, his basic personality, his mannerisms to a point and a whole bunch of things once he arrived. All I had to do was enter in my special key code and make selections from the plug in control pad. I made sure to go over several times a night what I was supposed to do and how to do it. I laughed when I found out that I could have him sweat and actually have saliva, precum and cum just by providing him with water and salt. He could even urinate if I allowed him to drink water or any beverage of my choice. He would recharge his power source as needed and notify me if there was a need for him to have maintenance performed, fully covered in the cost of course. All I had to do was reset him into diagnostic mode and a company technician would run remote diagnostics, identify the problem and either download the solution or have someone come to my house to replace a part. Totally unreal and simple. Of course I opted for that option since I really didn't want the chore of taking him to a maintenance shop. I thought it was well worth the added expense.
I'm surprised I didn't wear out my holograph player for how often I watched the presentation and full images of Hoss. John and David even came over for a Hoss viewing party I decided to throw. Silly, I know, but it was loads of fun.
Finally I received a notice that Hoss was being delivered on Friday, before 10 a.m. I made arrangements at work to take the day off so I could have the whole day and weekend, plus the Monday and Tuesday holidays off to get Hoss fully operational and tested. I couldn't sleep much Wednesday and Thursday and was really dragging at work. My friends at work teased me all day since they knew I was getting a Macho 5000 delivered. I didn't mind really since all that mattered was Hoss. Thursday after work, John came over to help me move things around in my living room so I had plenty of room to set up Hoss. He brought his android over who made us dinner and served us drinks and snacks. I have to admit, it was really nice even though John's android didn't do much for me. He named his Jason and to me he had the build of a gymnast rather then a swimmer. He did have a gorgeous color of blond hair and a super sexy smile.
Friday morning, it seemed like the minutes were taking forever to pass. I'm surprised I didn't wear out a path in the carpeting from the study to the front window, looking to see if a delivery van was pulling up. I mean who knows, the delivery guy could be lost or looking for my house. Finally on one of the many trips I saw the van pull up. Sure enough, it was 10 a.m., just as promised. The delivery guy was pretty hot himself, tall, thick and wearing a 5 o'clock shadow already. I opened the door and went out to the sidewalk and waved like an idiot. He smiled and tipped his hat before going to the back of the van and coming back out with this really huge box with a smaller box attached to the top. He had it on a levitation dolly and steared it in the direction of my house.
“Hi there. I have a delivery of a Macho 5000, for Greg Patsman,” the delivery god said with a very sexy smile. “I assume that would be you?”
“Yes, I'm Greg Patsma,” I said shaking myself out of a trance. “Right this way.”
“I'll need to see some form of identification if you don't mind,” the god said. “Don't want to deliver the Macho to the wrong person you know.”
“Oh, of course. Makes sense to me and I'm glad that's the policy,” I stammered as I ran into the house to get my wallet.
“Here you go,” I smiled stupidly as I handed him my identification card and my receipt from the corporation.
“Great, that's all I needed to see. Thank you! Now, where do you want me to place him?” the god asked.
“Oh, right over here please,” I blushed and pointed.
He gave up a small giggle and kept that damn sexy smile on his face. I sat down in a chair out of his way as he lowered the levitation dolly to the floor, put his paperwork down and began to open up the boxes. He took the smaller box off first and opened it. I recognized it as the control console for Hoss, along with holograph discs and some actual paper work. Then with great anticipation and nervousness, I watched him open up the big, big box. I'd swear he purposely took his sweet time after he saw me watching. Probably why that smile never left his face the whole time. When he had the outside box disconnected to the base of the box, he carefully lifted it somewhat which made a pull type thing fall out. He lowered the large box and took hold of the pull thing. It zipped up the center of one side of the box and as soon as it hit the top, pulled completely away and the box spread open. I could barely make out my Hos as he was covered in thick layers of sheeting and foam. It made me wonder if he bruised easily. Anyway, again, the god purposely I'm sure, slowly, every so slowly began removing the packaging material. He carefully placed it in a special collection like bag. I was now on the edge of my chair, probably drooling, but who cared. When I finally got to see the head of Hoss, I actually gasped out loud. The god laughed.
“Sure is a handsome one you got here,” the god said. “You got good taste, that's for sure.”
“Thanks. He sure looks much better then the image on the presentation or in the catalog, that's for sure,” I stammered.
When he finally had Hoss completely uncovered, I moaned. I couldn't help it. He was simply breath taking.
“Yeah, real good taste,” the god said as he examined Hoss' body and equipment. “Kind of reminds me of myself in a way. Wanna see?”
I was stunned and didn't quite know what to think or say. Before I could respond sensibly, he had his coveralls unzipped and around his ankles, exposing a very close body to Hoss. I know I drooled.
“If yeah want to touch or whatever, its okay,” the god said in a very sexy voice. “Might just want to make sure your 5000 is as real as it gets.”
I was in a complete trance. It was one of those once in a lifetime opportunities that I just couldn't pass up. I just continued blushing as I slowly got off the chair and walked towards him. He took my hands and placed one on Hoss and one on his body.
“Go ahead, see if your 5000 is as close to real as they said he'd be,” the god said.
“You sure? I mean I wasn't expecting this kind of service,” I said stupidly, still beet red.
“Not to worry, its something I like to do, especially when its someone who would appreciate it. Sort of like a tip,” the god said softly as he pulled me closer and moved my hand on him slowly. “Now of course he won't be as warm as me, but that will change once he's activated, so don't worry about that.”