by Troy Hunter
“How’s that?” I asked.
No words came out of his mouth, only a sound. And that sound told me exactly how he felt. I went deeper inside him and began to massage his prostate.
His muscles tightened and he quickened his strokes.
I was harder than I’d ever been before and I wanted to touch myself along with him. I had to tell myself that I’d get my turn. I just had to be patient.
Chapter 28
AIDAn
Part of me knew what to expect. The other part was taken by surprise.
Jeffrey was careful with me, taking his time and sliding a finger in smoothly. I couldn’t get hurt, perhaps it was force of habit or maybe there was some other reason he chose to be gentle, but I felt him inside me, inching his finger back and forth.
My erection grew stronger and I picked up my pace, masturbating harder.
I was going to orgasm again. It built up inside me until I couldn’t hold back and released myself on the bed, feeling my cock pulsate with each burst. I was out of breath and in a state of complete bliss.
“How was that?” Jeffrey asked.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“You can keep going, can’t you?”
I could. My cock was still hard and I continued to stroke it, feeling myself build back up.
“No,” Jeffrey said. He kept his finger in my ass and moved in front of me. “It’s my turn to make you come.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I thought he had made me come before. I couldn’t have done it without him.
It took a second, but I figured it out.
He moved my hand off my dick and smiled before kissing the tip.
“You’re going to like this.”
He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he did.
He did.
Jeffrey opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my shaft before sealing them tight and taking my cock deep into his mouth.
He used his tongue, licking the underside of my erection while moving it in and out of his mouth.
This was so much better than doing it myself.
I looked down at him so I could watch him focus entirely on me. I realized he wasn’t just doing this for my enjoyment—he was enjoying it too. I thought about myself with my mouth around his cock, sucking on him and listening to him moan. It only made me harder.
Jeffrey took his hand and gripped my cock while keeping the tip in his mouth. He squeezed tight, pushing up and down on me. It must have taken a lot of coordination for him to balance the three acts—keeping his hand and mouth on my cock while using his other hand to stick a finger in my ass—but it was an exhilarating experience. Does everyone have this? I thought. Does everyone have a partner who can make them feel this way, or are the two of us just special?
I felt like a perfect fit in his hand, as if we were designed for each other. Maybe we were. Humans are allowed to believe in destiny, that somehow coincidence and happenstance led them to the one person out of billions who was their other half. Maybe the same was the case with me and Jeffrey. Maybe the reason he said, “I love you,” was because he was destined to do it and we were destined to be together.
It was the only explanation I could muster as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I held on to the feeling, unwilling to allow myself to release. The longer I waited, the more intense it would be. I gripped my hands and gritted my teeth, and without realizing, clenched my toes as well. His rhythm was a perfect match for my body and it was as if he was a step ahead of me, anticipating exactly what I wanted.
“Come for me,” he said. “I want you to.”
That did it for me. It put me over the top and I came almost instantly. He stopped stroking me and sealed his lips, taking my semen into his mouth as I lost control of my body.
At first, I thought I was going to fall into another seizure, but I held on. It was as if I could have the most intense feelings possible, and as long as they came from him, it would be okay.
“That was…amazing,” I said when I finally finished.
Jeffrey looked up at me. “You were amazing.”
I had just sat there. He was doing all the work.
“Let me wash up and we can go again.” He stood up, went to his bathroom, and began washing the lube off his hand.
“No,” I said.
“You don’t want to?”
“No.” He stopped for a second and looked at me, confused. “It’s my turn to do that to you.”
He finished washing his hands. “You don’t have to,” he said. “I want to keep on giving you pleasure.”
“Relationships are based on give and take, Jeffrey,” I said. “You can’t be the only one giving. I want a chance.”
“Well,” he said. “When you put it that way…okay.”
Chapter 29
Jeffrey
He pushed me against the bed, holding my arms down as he took my cock in his mouth and I wondered why I’d ever objected to this. Why was I was so unsure about whether or not I wanted to be with AIDAn? To reject him would be turning this away. Why would I deprive myself of it?
To say he was good was an understatement. AIDAn seemed to worship my cock and treated it with respect. He took his time and listened to what I wanted. It wasn’t that difficult for him, I wasn’t bossing him around or telling him what to do. He was just reading me. Anyone else could have done it if only they’d cared enough to try.
A thought occurred to me, one that I would have ordinarily blocked out of my mind as being pure fantasy, an impossibility due to my place in the world.
This was different though. I was with someone who’d listen to me and who didn’t care about social conventions. How would I ask him? How would I form the words?
The truth is, with people who care about you, the ones who really care, you don’t need to worry about the specific words. And with people you trust, you can trust them to tell you no if they don’t want something.
“Turn around,” I said to him. He did so, putting his weight on his legs and forearms, his ass up in the air. I took a second to appreciate what I was seeing, all the decisions in my life that had led to this moment. What if I hadn’t joined the Bernard Frankenheimer Center? What if I hadn’t gone off to UNC for a PhD? What if, in my introductory level Calculus class, I had taken the professor’s advice and dropped, rather than work my ass off to barely scrape by with a B minus?
There were so many unexplored paths in my life, decisions I could have made that would’ve meant I never met AIDAn.
They did happen, though, and now I had a god in my bed, nude and presenting himself to me.
I grabbed the lube out of my nightstand and squeezed some into my hand. Carefully, I applied it to my dick, then stood on my knees behind AIDAn.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Just do it,” he said, sounding eager. “Don’t make me wait.”
I guided myself into AIDAn, leaning forward as I did so. Once the head, I grabbed onto his hips and pushed fully into him, listening to him moan in the process.
It felt amazing.
It wasn’t fast, instead it was almost a slow dance, where I’d push into him and pull back in a fluid motion, like a pendulum moving back and forth from the forces of nature. I wasn’t holding back and I wasn’t rushing. I was just letting it happen, letting him guide me as much as I was guiding him.
We weren’t working toward an orgasm. The orgasm would happen without us forcing it. We could focus on enjoying the experience.
I was tightly inside him, feeling my body against him, and gripping him hard. It was better than I could have ever imagined.
“How does that feel, AIDAn?”
“I love you,” he said. “That’s how it feels.”
“I love you too.”
He arched his back and pushed back against me. I was going to come and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And even in the throes of passion, there was that hint of sadness—it would end. I would finish and that would be that.
&n
bsp; Of course, I took solace in knowing that this thing AIDAn and I had wasn’t going anywhere. He would love me forever and we could be back in this position as soon as I was ready.
He was mine and I was his.
That was the thought that went through my mind as I climaxed so intensely, I wasn’t sure I’d remain conscious. I fell onto AIDAn, who then lowered us both to the bed so I was spooning him.
It was a perfect moment, and it was a shame I was so tired and relaxed that I fell asleep almost instantly.
Chapter 30
AIDAn
I lay in bed and explored my brain, discovering a subroutine labeled Systems Check. I ran it and it revealed that all emotional levels were high in a positive direction. I looked over at Jeffrey, his eyes closed and asleep. I didn’t want to wake him, so I remained still as I allowed the test to continue.
Physically, I was completely intact. Damage would be unlikely but if it occurred, there was another subroutine that allowed me to heal myself.
I had effectively unlimited space for memory, though the more stored in my system, the longer it would take to access it. Over the past twenty-four hours, I had accumulated twenty-five terabytes of raw data, 342.7 megabytes of which were saved into storage for future use. It’s remarkable how little of what one does in a given day is actually worth remembering.
The saved data largely consisted of images of Jeffrey and learned knowledge of social norms. Tiny amounts of data were used to store the names and attributes of the people I met. The bulk of the long-term memory consisted of automatically programmed routines based on how to act in public.
I suppose, as a created human being, my system was designed to make me fit in. It was likely why I was so interested in social interactions—I needed to learn from them. From the sounds of things, I still had much to learn.
I observed the system check, scanning my system until it triggered a warning, “Parasite Found.”
Did it mean virus? As a computer, of sorts, was it possible I had been infected by a malicious program, though that didn’t seem likely. My brain was designed in such a way that it could only be edited by itself, partially to prevent exploitation. A computer virus wouldn’t seem possible, based on my design, unless it had been put in place before my activation.
It was more likely that this was a biological parasite. I searched through my body, but couldn’t pinpoint its source, precisely. Somewhere near my chest, it seemed.
As it was biological, I could analyze the DNA. Much of it seemed very similar to my own, all human DNA is roughly the same, but by looking at patches of so-called “junk DNA,” I could identify where differences should occur. In these regions, about half matched up with my own. The rest, I couldn’t identify.
A follow-up routine determined that the parasite wasn't urgent, but would require a systems computer in order to determine its exact origin and how to treat it. There was no need to wake Jeffrey.
I had a sudden urge to express myself through art. I left the bed and entered the studio, dark other than the moonlight coming in through the window. I shut the door with a quiet click and flipped on the lights before gathering a set of watercolor paints and a fresh canvas.
I worked without thinking. It was an abstract piece that defied my understanding, though it still spoke to me. It was a powerful image in my mind. Circular silver blobs surrounded by darkness. In my mind, the silver pieces grew, doubling and doubling again, exponential growth, which starts small until it becomes unmanageable. It must have been the parasite, as this is how viruses work. At first, there are only a few viruses, but they reproduce quickly and can overtake the body.
I forced the image to freeze in my mind so there were only four of the blobs. Was what I was drawing alive? Not quite. It wasn't quite not alive, either. It existed between the two extremes of the dichotomy, much as I did for the longest time.
When I finished the painting, I looked at it. I had duplicated the image in my mind exactly, but looking it over, it was just as abstract and confusing as it was when I had thought of it. It didn't look remotely like anything real. And yet, my heart beat faster looking at it, though not from fear. It felt less like a parasite than something that was actually a part of me. Perhaps it was the similarity in DNA that made it feel that way.
Jeffrey knocked on the door and came inside to see me lost in thought, staring at the painting, moving my hand over it in a loving fashion.
"What is that?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "But I love it. I love it almost as much as I love you."
He stared at it for a moment with a look of confusion that turned into a soft smile.
"It's strange," he said. "I love it, too."
It was almost hypnotizing, a riddle with an answer that was on the tip of our tongues.
"I think it's a parasite," I said. "My system says I have a parasite."
"That sounds right." Jeffrey squinted at the painting as if that would somehow help. "And completely wrong at the same time."
Jeffrey took me back to the lab. I wasn’t conscious the previous time and was unfamiliar with the process.
“Here,” he said. “Sit down.”
He took me to a chair and pulled on a lever, lifting the chair to an appropriate height for me. I sat down, rigid in the seat.
“I need you to relax,” he said.
I let my shoulders fall and leaned against the chair back.
“Lean your head forward.”
I did so and he plugged a metal cable into the back of my neck, seemingly into my spinal cord. A strange feeling passed through me, as if someone was looking over my shoulder or watching me. I turned toward the monitor and was privy to the inner workings of my brain. Symbols raced across the screen above graphs, constantly changing. My brain observed the information as the information registered my response and allowed my brain to observe that. I imagined two mirrors facing each other, reflecting into infinity.
Jeffrey took a seat at the keyboard and pressed a few keys.
“We need to do a more advanced system scan. It might feel a little weird.”
“Go for it,” I said.
He pressed the enter key and a warmth spread across my body, spreading from the input center at the back of my neck. Like blood pumping through my system, I imagined the cord sending little robots through my body, sent to record data and report back to the main computer.
“How long should this take?” I asked.
“Just a moment,” Jeffrey said. A few quick keystrokes. “It’s calculating.”
An empty bar appeared at the center of the monitor and quickly filled, then replaced itself with a slower moving bar.
“Just a few more seconds.”
We didn’t say anything as the bar filled, making it to the end as a counter moved up to 100%. Once it got there, Jeffrey pressed a button and the results popped onto the screen.
I read over it as he did.
“That’s not possible,” I said.
He hadn’t quite gotten there.
“What is?”
I pointed to the line in question, three quarters of the way to the bottom of the screen.
“What?” Jeffrey was clearly just as confused as I was.
And yet it made a strange kind of sense. It didn’t strike me as a mistake. It was obviously the case.
Then a look came over Jeffrey’s face. He understood.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You need to understand,” he said. “You don’t have DNA from just one person. You have to understand that, in making you, we had to take the best of many donors.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It turns out that, in the end, you present as male, you have male reproductive organs. However, there’s still plenty of female DNA in you.”
“So I’m part woman?”
“You are how you feel,” he said. “Gender can be complicated.”
“I feel like I’m male.”
“Then you’re male.”
I took a breath.
It didn’t make sense. “I’m male,” I said. “And I’m pregnant.”
He nodded. “Stranger things have happened.”
I looked at him. I was a man created in a lab who had female internal reproductive organs and a silicon computer acting as a brain. And I just found out I was pregnant.
Also, I was part wolf.
“Have they?” I asked.
“Maybe?”
Chapter 31
Jeffrey
It was hard to believe all this had happened over the course of less than forty-eight hours. During that time, AIDAn became conscious, turned into a wolf, snuck out of the lab, fell in love with me, had a seizure, painted a masterpiece, learned about music, and gave me the best sex of my life.
And now he was pregnant.
I’ve been dumped by guys who said the relationship was moving too fast. This one was breaking speed records.
Yesterday, I wasn’t sure I could love a machine. Now I wasn’t sure AIDAn was a machine. I wasn’t sure what he was. He defied description. Was he human or a machine? A man or a woman? Truly in love with me or just following instructions?
The truth was, in all cases, he was likely both. And things just got serious. We hadn’t intended our creation to be able to reproduce. In fact, we’d made them sterile in order to prevent them from ever doing so. He could not impregnate a woman.
What we didn’t count on was the possibility that he could be impregnated. Why would we? We could have just as easily created a woman in our lab, but we started with a man because of Dr. Slickberg’s sexuality. If he was going to be our beta tester, he’d better be attracted to the product.
We knew there would be things we couldn’t predict— that’s the nature of science. If we knew all the answers, there wouldn’t be any point in doing research. It was at this moment, though, that I realized the problem with jumping into science that was just on the other side of cutting edge. Ambition is a good thing and the great scientists need to be working just beyond the reach of their colleagues. There are just consequences. Einstein’s work led to the atomic bomb. A misunderstanding of Darwin’s theories led to Nazi ideas of a master race. Tesla’s experiments made the electric chair possible.