I caught my neighbor secretly staring at me again, not that I mind. He probably already knows how much I return the favor. Mr. Hawkes is, after all, one of those men you can't help but stare at, his toned body stretching his crisp and clean business suit on the days he doesn't make his god-like form totally obvious by not wearing a shirt at all. Given that longing and almost hungry look on his face, I can confidently say he has the hots for my own well-formed body, modesty aside. And given what I feel inside and down there, there's no denying the feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, a close-knit neighborhood like ours makes it improbable, almost dangerous, for a professional in his early 40s to strike up a relationship with a college stud, romantic or otherwise, even if both of them live alone.
That's why I didn't calculate that he'd suddenly be ringing my doorbell. To say that I was frazzled would be a gross underestimation as I instantly answered the door in nothing but my thin boxers.
"Hey, Mr. Hawkes, what can I do for you?" I asked my stud of a neighbor.
"Hi Robert, I was wondering if you had a spare flashlight. Mine's dead and ..." the older man's rapid-fire words suddenly trailed off as he finally noticed my attire or the lack of it.
"Uh, s-sure. I think I have one somewhere. Please come in, sir. While I look. For it," I stammered while trying to smile as best as I can in front of my long-time subject of attraction.
"Did you just call me ‘sir'?", Mr. Hawkes asked, cocking an eyebrow as he stepped inside and closed the door. I noticed he also locked it. "Just call me Dan. No need to be so uncomfortable. I mean, it looks like you're very comfortable there anyway," the man said with a smirk and a detectable tone of innuendo.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I mean Dan, sir. I mean Dan," I said, correcting myself repeatedly. "It was just a bit hot. Yeah, it's hot. Shit, I'm hot."
"Oh yeah, you're definitely hot," Dan eyed me from head to toe, a noticeable twitching in his dress pants. "But for someone feeling so hot, you're hardly breaking a sweat."
"No, I mean I'm hot. No, I mean you're hot, really hot, sir. Dan, sir. I ... shit oh no. I'm hot, hot ..." I said as I registered the buildup inside along with my hardening erection below.
"Hey, kid, are you OK?" the older man said, changing his earlier lustful smile into worry.
"I'm ... fine. No, I'm hot coz you're hot shit ... overheating," I said before suddenly standing ramrod straight. "Warning: registering irregular thermal buildup. Initiating emergency cooldown and heat dissipation programs," I said in a monotone. My internal fans kicked into high gear, enough to be audible to anyone within 12 feet, as my back panel and abdominal hatch opened slightly to quickly push out the excess heat.
"Fuck, you're a robot?!" Mr. Hawkes said wide-eyed as he gawked at the wires and circuits that partially peeked behind the open front access panel.
"Yes, affirmative I am a machine Robert model R-0B41 Please do not be scared sir Please do not tell anyone," I said flatly in rapid succession, staring blankly ahead as most of my more complex programming and processing were put on hold as my systems cooled down.
"Scared? Fuck this is like a dream come true! You don't know how many nights I've wished my hot young stud of a neighbor was nothing more than a robot," the man said with a mischievous smile as he stepped closer, licking his lips.
"Yes, I am a robot. Thermal levels within acceptable range," I reported as my panels closed and my fans slowed down to a hum. My higher-level programs, however, didn't yet kick into gear.
"Well, that's good. Can't have you burning up just because I will do this," Dan said as he grabbed my I/O rod through my boxers, giving it a few jerks.
"External stimulus on penile I/O component detected. Initiating sexual programs," I said, activating my cock to full erection.
"Oh yes. I think this is the start of a beautiful ownership," the man said as he rubbed his hand all over my body. My logs indicated he used me multiple times before I shut down from an empty battery. He never did find the flashlight he needed but he no longer needed an excuse to come by and utilize this machine.
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