Bot Shop

Me and B., we went to that sex tech spot that opened a couple years ago in McKees Rocks. You transfer a couple hundred to get in and then you have full access to all these old bots they’ve refurbished. They have some simus too, but it’s extra to fuck those so we skipped it.

B. and I, we like to fuck bots together. We’ve gone a few times to the simu brothels and once we did one of those parties where it’s like a hundred guys and five simus, which was fun but maybe too wild for us. 

This spot was a big warehouse on a hill, just insane: parts piled up everywhere, and the inside was divided up into rooms which were actually pretty clean and nice. Jackee was the one who showed us around; we were the only ones there on a Wednesday afternoon. There was a room of halfsies - which is typically everything but the limbs. Some were hotter than others and some were too uncanny, which is a metric that’s always changing with the times - like, stuff from the ‘40s now looks really off in the eyes compared to today’s tech.

B., I could see him checking out one of the femme halfsies with a dick. I mean, I was too - she was hot - but B. is kinda weird about any gender- or sex-fluid stuff, even though he’s curious about it, so I didn’t say anything. 

The next room was full of makeout booths from those old highway stores that used to be around, and  B. and I were definitely down for those. But what we’d really come for was in the last room Jackee showed us: the suck pods. 

“These are super popular,” Jackee said, motioning to the heavy-looking tandem units in the middle of the room.

“We know,” B. said, walking over to them. They were made to look like old pre-blackout retail units, all gleaming white plastic and peach-y mouthholes. 

“We came specifically for those,” I said. Jackee smiled and nodded.

“As far as I know we’re the only ones in the area with operational versions,” she said, flipping them on. The soft holes tightened and whirled. “From ’35, Betadrive manufactured them - you probably know that. Really responsive and super sanitary…” B. stuck a finger in one, his eyes widening as it gripped it and drew him in. He pulled it out. Jackee nodded and smiled. 

“This is Betadrive, too, same generation,” she said, lifting an arm’s-length wand at the end of which was a fat, pink tongue. “Really excellent example of its kind, in great shape,” she added, pressing the bottom of it. The tongue activated; it swelled and flattened. B.’s mouth dropped open as he watched it extend, poke, flex. Then he looked at me like: fuck yes. 

We reserved the makeout booths first. They’d set it up just like the highway arcades, with partitions between some of them. I made out with this beautiful dark-haired armless one. The kissing was excellent and I’d forgotten how much fun you can have with a halfsie. Even though her tits were sorta hard-feeling, I still got super boned up. 

Then B. and I were making out with these two tandem units who had incredible hands, and even though you could tell they were made fifteen or so years ago, they were still crazy hot. We were switching off between them and feeling up their tits and getting so into it. B. and I were one-upping each other, seeing how hot we could get them cause even back then they were individualized and would give you a handjob if you figured out their preferences. I was sucking on her tits and he was licking the other one’s neck and looking over at me. I could see how hard his cock was in his pants and I watched as his bot reached down to feel it. He moaned and nodded at me. I got mine to grab at my cock, too; she started jacking me through my pants and it got pretty heavy. B. looked over at me and wordlessly it was like: suck pod time. 

We checked out of the makeout booths so they could sanitize, and our boners were tenting out the front of our pants as we walked down to the hall and into the suck pod room. We were circling around the Betadrives, milking the anticipation a bit and flipping on all these weird old machines, sticking our fingers and fists in them to see how they felt. Finally B. went over to the tandems and raised his eyebrows at me so I joined him. We dropped our pants and I glanced at B.’s hard and hairy rod pulsing in the air. 

“Ready for this shit?” B. said to me, glancing down at my boner as I unveiled it. 

“It could suck my dick off my body and I wouldn’t care, I’m so horny,” I said. B. just kept stripping so I got totally naked, too. Then he flipped on the Betadrive which was quiet, the mouth holes undulating in anticipation of doing what it was designed for. But before we went for it, B. flipped on the tongue wand and handed it to me with a grin. I shrugged and took it, and put it against my hard dick. As soon as it sensed my flesh it reached for it. I moved it closer and it flicked itself against the underside of my rod, the tip reaching for the head of my cock. When it hit that I shivered and moaned in this uncontrollable way I always do when I’m super turned on. B. laughed. Then he pointed his cock at the Betadrive.

The lips of it reached out for his rod and tightened around it as he sank in. You could see how powerful it was, because B. almost stumbled as it pulled him in, and he had to adjust his footing. But his eyes immediately rolled back in his head and he lost his breath. “Fuck!” he said, looking at me.

I shut off the wand and had this moment of hot anticipation where I watched B. start to get his brains sucked out. I mean, we’d obviously known we were gonna be facing each other: it was the whole point of a tandem model. It wasn’t something we talked about, but we both knew part of the fun of bots was watching each other use them. 

So I sunk my cock into the Betadrive and let it draw me in. It felt like there were thousand tongues inside of it, swirling every which way in addition to the tight, insistent waves of suck action. I thought: This is the best head I’ve ever had. I mean, people were always talking about these models and how they were the best, but they were super hard to find and expensive. Now I could feel why: the way it seemed to respond to my movements, waiting until I thrust to draw me in further, flicking and teasing at just the right moments. 

“Holy fuck,” B. said. I could tell we weren’t gonna last long but I wanted to get my money’s worth. We kept it slow at first, adjusting the tightness so we could fuck into it. We grabbed onto each other’s shoulders as we did, our faces getting closer as we got more into it. 

B. got this look in his eyes; he smirked and picked up the tongue wand and flipped it on. He put it against his nipples first and I watched the tongue flick, lick and slather against the erect nipples on his tight chest. I amped up the Betadrive as B. moved the tongue lower, down his flat stomach then to his balls.

“Fuck this is so good,” he said as the Betadrive worked a steady rhythm on our rods and the wand slathered and lapped up his heavy balls. Then I watched in amazement as he brought the wand around, to his ass. He seemed to just let it flick there at first, then he shoved it home. “Fuck!” he said in this strangled way, and I got so turned on. B. had always told me he liked having his ass eaten. I could just imagine the way the tongue was reacting to him, jamming inside and licking all around. 

B.’s eyes were intense now and both of us were getting short of breath. I ramped up the Betadrive again, as high as it could go. B. clutched my shoulder again and we kinda fell into each other. It wasn’t going to be long, but it was the awareness of that which seemed to push me even closer to the edge. I knew we were going to cum at the same time, but I couldn’t tell you how I knew that. We were communicating somehow, through our bodies, movements and reactions; syncing up. B. was jamming the tongue wand in his butt and I imagined it flicking against his hole teasingly before tensing and going deep. 

Our eyes caught each other and our lips were right there. If I had a moment of hesitation it didn’t last because, again, somehow we both knew what we wanted. Our lips came together, then our tongues. And as our cum began to shoot out of our loaded balls and into the Betadrive we made out. Messily, intensely, moaning into one another’s mouths. The bot gulped and slowed to milk out every drop and we never stopped kissing.

The Betadrive automatically stopped before things got too sensitive. B. and I broke apart. He looked at me. I looked back, trying to find that avenue of wordless communication again: to tell him it was no big deal. Just a kiss. But I could tell he felt ashamed as he took the tongue wand out of his butt and clicked it off.

We cleaned off and got dressed, laughing to ease the tension. But all I could think about was that moment of psychic connection and how I’d never experienced it before. It was true, of course, that I’d never had sex with a human. I didn’t really think I needed to. Now, I wondered.

Jackee smiled at us as we left and even though we kept up small talk there was still that gap between what we’d had in that moment and what was now. Maybe that was just how it had to be. Like with a simu: you shut it off, you let it sleep. Until you were ready to go at it again.