I placed my hand on his pecs, gently rubbing his already hard nipple with my palm through his thin white shirt. I laid my head on his neck, feeling some of his graying beard brush on my face. He pulled me in closer until my toned body made contact with his. He put his hand behind my back and touch it all over in a very sensual manner. I exhaled a bit loudly as the heat started to build up inside me.
"You liked that, boy?" the older man asked in a gruff almost hoarse voice.
"Yes, daddy, sir," I said flatly. He wasn't my dad, of course. He was no one's dad. He is a single gay man living alone and I am his toy.
"Good," he said with satisfaction as he started to play with my growing cock that was pushing the fabric of my boxers to the limit. He finally reached inside and groped my rigid member, pumping it vigorously.
"External pressure detected. Activating sex mode," I said robotically without moving from my position. I exhaled again as my internal fans kicked off to cool my motors and circuits down.
Yes, I am his toy, built and programmed for his pleasure.
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