Speed dating. The one thing I am really good at, but can’t find any sort of connection. People, to me, were too much. I was more of the insecure antisocial type. I never really did appreciate my looks or had much to say, life was a bore mundane rut.
The speed dating itself is one minute so people normally just cut to the chase, I usually look at their names on my clipboard because they don’t even bother to introduce themselves.
Person after person came by, each one more superficial than the other. A man with a lot of rings talking about how much of a pro he is selling real estate, another telling me about his job working in the sewers, yuck. Strangely they all bragged about their jobs like I was interested. I really could care less. I wanted to connect with someone at a personal level. To feel is to experience. That’s just how I operate.
So I’m sitting at my seat about ready to turn in and leave when a man of incredible stature sat in front of me. He spoke in beautiful clarity with a slight Brazilian undertone.“Hello, sir. I’m Enrique. We only have a minute, so let me give you my number.” Enrique slid out a pen and note paper and wrote down his number. I decided to examine his appearance while he writ down his phone number. He had about medium length chocolate black hair, sky blue eyes, a slight tan, broad chin, thin and pink lips, chiseled face, he looked hispanic at the slightest and had a gorgeous frame. He was built like he came from Olympus, his dark blue polo shirt barely covered his supernatural physique and to top it all off, you could see the veins in his arms pulsating as he wrote. It was enough to light a fire in you.
I snapped out of looking and admiring his detail when he slid over the number. “Text me, I’ll be waiting.” He then got up and left at the 45 second mark. My stomach felt really tingly and warm. Did I just dream this? A handsome gentleman like him just slipping his number out to me from the blue like that, and then leaving? I MUST be in the Twilight Zone. I didn’t think I was that good looking to just have a sudden encounter like that.
I decided it would be my time to head out as well. Besides that one guy (forgot to check his name. Ugh.), the rest were all just mediocre. I sighed, got up, and left the building. I held the note in one hand, phone in the other. I put in the number and was very casual with the greeting. To be honest, I was actually extremely nervous. My hands were so sweaty.
“Hey, we met at the speed dating place. I’m Alex.” I waited a bit for a response. It’s kind of unnerving. To text someone new. You don’t know anything about their personal lives or how they communicate via text.
“Hello. I’ve been awaiting your message. I’m Enrique. Perhaps, we should call. I’d like to meet up with you.”
I freaked out. I didn’t know how to handle sudden interaction like this, considering I’m so used to guys blowing me off whenever I actually got the chance to talk to them, let alone hang out.
My phone began to ring, the ringtone was a snippet of “In Tokyo” by Studio Killers. You know, classy taste in music.
I pressed the green answer button on the phone and picked up. “Hello?” I was practically sweating buckets.
“Hello, Alex. I suppose I should save most of the conversation for later. I am in a dark purple Cadillac. I see you from afar. We should go some place quiet, I wanna get to know you with zero distractions.”
I got lost in his manly voice for a bit and realized I missed out on most of the conversation, just to snap back into reality to say in a stuttered manner, “S-sure.” All I know is, I’m going to be taking a ride with a sexy stranger. This is what being a responsible adult is like.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, I saw a purple car pull up from in front of me. The passenger door hopped open. Must be Enrique. I walk to the passenger’s side and hop in.
As soon as I hopped in, the scent of cologne and airfreshener hit me. Normally I’d gag, but these were softer scents than normal brand cologne. It had the same kind of intensity as pheromones would, it brings me right in. I saw Enrique with shades on sitting with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the stick shift. The radio was off and there was nothing but silence except for the sound of the cool AC.
Enrique spoke calmly, “once you’re settled, please buckle up before we take off.” His stare pierced right through the shades and right into me. He was completely still too. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.
I settled in, shut the door and glanced back at him for a second. He was still in the same position awaiting for my seat belt to be put on. I kept my glance as I put on my seat belt. Once I finished, I noticed his head twitched slightly as he changed his position to face the road as we drove off. I was slightly aroused by this, but the whole scenario in general made me really hot.
“Tell me about yourself, Alex.” He said in a calm tone.
“Well, for starters I’m from Long Beach, California, born and raised, moved to Miami about 3 years ago, still trying to get used to the new environment around here. I majored in graphic arts at the community college in Long Beach. Eh, can’t complain.” I began to ramble when I thought I noticed he wasn’t showing any sign of paying attention. “Did you get all of that…?”
He responded politely, “Of course. Full name: Alex Berkeley. Hometown and birthplace: Long Beach California. Moved to Miami, April 3rd. Graduated with an Associates degree in graphic arts in Long Beach Community College, Long Beach, California. Interests are photo manipulation, basic photography and drawing. Would you like me to continue?”
I sat bewildered but Enrique remained unphased. I am pretty sure I only mentioned probably a portion of the information I gave him. What intrigues me more is that he was willing to go on more. “H-how did you…-”
“Simple. You gave me the information while talking.” Enrique smiled.
“Huh… I have a question. Where exactly are we going?”
Enrique slightly looked over as he made a turn. “My residence.”
I was really hot now. This matched a certain fantasy of mine where I’d be picked up by a stranger who knows about me very well, yet I know nothing of him, he’d take me to his house and reveal to me a secret that would complete my sexual desires. I’m just checking off the list one by one.
We sat in silence and sometimes I would notice Enrique’s head slightly twitch from time to time. I didn’t think much of it all though my mind instantly went to unreasonable thoughts, sexual ones.
‘The twitching reminds me of a robot… Could he be one? No, no, no. That’d be amazing but no. If only wishful thinking granted wishes.’
As I got lost in slightly arousing thoughts, we pulled up to a fancy house near the outskirts of Miami. It was nice and quiet, the house was pretty big too. We parked and he got out quickly, unlocked the door and stood there with it opened. I got out of the car, quite enamored by his eerily polite behavior. I thanked Enrique as I entered the house. He closed and locked the door behind me, closed the curtains and turned off all the lights in the main room.
Enrique spoke in more of a drone melo voice. “Since I got to know you, I shall tell you more about myself.” Enrique took off his shirt to show his pure cut abs followed by his buff toned pecs. His whole upper body was just a gorgeous pulsating mound of muscle with veins sticking around underneath his lower abs.
I stood, very turned on, wanting so bad just to even touch a single fiber of muscle.
Unexpectedly, he stood up tall, straight and still, like a statue. He then reached over to his left arm and tapped on it a few times. There were clear sounds of an electric phone’s keys being pressed. He then stood back, tall and still and a few clicking sounds were made. His chest began to open up mechanically and slowly pivoted. You could hear the sweet low mechanical whirring as the two plates that were once his pecs opened and slid into the slits beside the very pleasing array of circuitry, flashing lights, machinery, CPUs, multiprocessors, wires connecting around the giant plate of machinery and tiny electrical ports and sockets.
“I am Enrique Vazquez, but my primary unit name is E-NR1K-A. Model number 2201. Primary function: Locate and serve Alex Berkeley. Recent purchaser of this model.” The machinery on his chest beeped after he finished each sentence.
I was confused but extememly aroused and wanted him inside me. “I don’t remember purchasing a model as… Godlike as you.”
“According to the Malebots.com virtual receipt, username: TheBerk, purchased model number 2201 with more than several specifications. This is what you wanted.” Enrique’s machinery made whirring noises as he walked up to me.
“Would you like to touch the circuitry?” Enrique cocked his head slightly with a stoical expression.
I nodded and reached out and lightly brushed one of the motherboards.
Enrique began to spark and twitch, “Affirm-firm-mati-ative.” His head twitched as the sparks died down.
I became rock hard. “Are you okay Enrique?” I was about to bust a load right then and there.
“Affirmative. When you place your hands on my machinery, I malfunction. It feels good to mal-ai conflicting with malfunction protocol-function.” Enrique’s eye twitched and the eye color shifted rapidly. “Please continue if-if you’d like.”
I slightly caressed my fingers onto Enrique’s wires, lightly poked a CPU and flicked a circuit. As a result Enrique lost it and his arms twitched and he began to walk around in a broken circle with his head twitching and his entire speech going into a fritz
“Malfunction… M-malfunct-t-t… P-PROPER AROUSAL LEVELS HAVE BEEN MET AND EXCEEDED. Activating sexual intercourse mode.”
Enrique froze up. The buttom flew off his jeans and hit the wall. He turned around with his whole chest sparking and on the fritz and a huge bulge twitching underneath his jeans. A huge spark emitted from his chest and he walked up to me and grabbed me, pinned me up against the front door while his pecs slid in and out of the slit manically. He grabbed my shirt and began to tear it off. He then twitched, emitted a beep and kissed my chest very passionately down my chest and to my stomach.
He twitched again, grabbed me, pinned me to the floor and he kneeled on top of me while he zipped down his jeans and revealed a giant 10 inch bulge, stretching his Calvin Klein underwear to the limit. His package greeted my face very abruptly. His circuitry then sparked and smoked as he took of his underwear and shoved his raging mechanical cock down my throat while repeating the phrase. “Activated.. A-activated..” He malfunctioned to the point where his load busted onto my face more than three times but immediatley refilled with synthetic cum just after bursting. He then turned me over, ripped off my jeans, grabbed the back of my underwear, tore a hole in it and jammed his dick far into me. He pinned me down with both hands as he thrusted intensely.
The intensity was too much but I wanted to feel every last bit of it. The thrusting lasted for two whole hours as I began to pass out.
I awoke on Enrique’s couch. Hours passed since sexual intercourse. I was greeted by a sexy figure standing naked in front of me with a pleasant smile holding a pizza box in one hand. “You have awoken. Would you like to eat, sir?” I noticed the pecs were back and the sparks and errors were gone.
I looked at him. I gladly accepted.
