It was a weekday so I didn't expect anyone to be on the field, let alone literally on the field. I was on my way to clean and maintain the field in the sports stadium when I saw a man lying completely still on the artificial grass. I quickly ran to the guy and quickly recognized him as Hank, a regular subject in my late-night wanks.
"Hey, Hank! You know this isn't the way to get a tan," I joked nervously. The football player didn't react to my lame joke nor to my presence at all. He just laid there on the ground, eyes wide open, with nothing but his shorts and sneakers on. Normally, I'd drool over this unexpected display of flesh from the hottest man on the am. But given the circumstances, I freaked out instead and fumbled with my phone to call 911.
It was then that I saw sparks and smoke coming out from behind Hank's head. His jaw started to move mechanically up and down while wisps of smoke also came out of it. His body would jerk once in a while but otherwise stayed in the same splayed position I saw him in. Curiously, his large cock (yes, I took a few peeks in the shower room) started to rise and fall beneath his shorts.
"Uh, Hank, are you ... um ... OK?" I asked with a mix of fear and curiosity and, if I'm totally honest, lust. I locked my phone and put it into my pocket again as I cautiously approached the odd but extremely hot man.
The spark behind his head got stronger as he finally broke his silence. "Warning: severe damage to cranial component. Critical system error. Hank AI suspended," the football player said in a soft voice devoid of all emotion.
I stepped backward in shock. Hank was a robot! But before I could think about it further, the man's body twitched again, more violently this time.
"Critical system failure. Severe damage to cortical sub-processor. Unable to shutdown. Please power off the unit to prevent data loss," he said flatly, contrasting with the severity of his announcement.
Immediately after saying that, Hank's pecs popped open like car doors, revealing a dazzling array of LEDs, all of them blinking red, and a mess of cables and circuit boards.
"Calling other football units for assistance. Error: wireless adapter damaged. Unable to connect. Please shut this unit down to prevent data loss," Hank said robotically as his body started to jerk, his hips humping the air for some strange reason.
I quickly knelt down and tried to look for what may be a switch. Not finding one, I did the most sensible thing and just yanked out a few cables, disconnecting some while tearing off others.
"Warning! Warning! System err0r. Unit in ...," the robot said before sparks and smoke filled its exposed chest. His body arched upward, his hips in the air and his cock clearly spurting cum inside his shorts. After a few seconds, Hank's movements came to a halt and his body slumped back down on the ground. It no longer moved and his still open eyes took on a glassy appearance.
Well, that took care of the sparking, I told myself. I shook my head at the discovery that the team's hottest man is really nothing more than a sophisticated machine. Even more surprising, however, is the discovery that I found all of these extremely arousing. Now to figure out what to do with it and these other football units it mentioned.
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