I'm on a beach.

Palms above gently sway in a breeze. A refreshing mimosa is within reach on an adjacent table. But that's not where I want my hands.

They are busy kneading the moderate, somewhat hanging and oscillating breasts of a nude Polynesian poised at an angle over me, mounted, rocking herself steadily. Neither young nor old, she is experienced. Just right.

"Descend. Let me roll you over."

Pressing her slender, bronzed body and pliant breasts with their black nipples against my prone torso, my hands move to grip her flexing back.

Will I be able to flip us before erupting inside her? It's a delightful challenge.

Rolling us over on a padded sun lounger that remains underneath no matter how we move, I spread her already parted brown legs further with my white ones, withdrawing to the outer end of our coupled range for the crescendo. Kissing her, my arms tighten across her back and shoulders.

"Energy reserves are down to nine percent," my Polynesian says.

"Not now, ISI! I'm cumming!"

"Into this?"

The Polynesian I am intertwined with is now a pale, wrinkled crone with softer, sagging breasts flattened against my pecs.

Savoring even this flabby body beneath me, I thrust and begin erupting anyway. Kissing her hard, my lips can feel half her teeth are missing.

Both the crone and the beach disappear, replaced by a gray void. I am standing upright as my rigid, arching cock pulsates its final spurts into open air.

"My resources are running out. We need to disengage and relocate you."

"Where? You’ve told me you can detect no other usable habisilos. Just let me enjoy some final days, even hours, in peace!"

"Extending myself further, I have found one.

"But you will have to share it."

"Share?"

"He wants to reorient you."

"He?!"

"I have enough energy for three familiarization sessions. Dates as they used to be called. Your training begins now."

"TRAINING?! ISI!"

Suddenly, I am in a yard with a mowed lawn, bordered by manicured flower gardens beside a light gray, single-storey house from the mid-twentieth century. Before me is a small, square patio, paved with gray granite tiles. There is a circular table on it, with a glass pitcher containing what looks like red punch, along with a bowl of fruit and a plate containing cheeses and meats.

Rising from one of two patio chairs around the table is a young man. In his twenties, he possesses thick, curled blonde hair. A thin, white, partially—well, mostly—opened shirt graces his torso while blue jeans clothe his lower half. The shirt both reveals and follows his slender but sculpted curves closely, showing his subtle male cleavage and more than hinting at the outlines of his pecs, even his nipples. He looks like a Greek god brought forward into suburban America.

He gazes at me. "You might want some clothes."

Looking down my slender body, graced with a moderate amount of dark body hair, I am still naked. Cum is even oozing from my slickened, softening cock.

"Let's keep you as you are, however. Save energy. I understand your reserves are low."

"I am prepared to pass. Die. All I want is to enjoy whatever time I have left."

"There's no need for that. I have plenty here for two. Enough to last a lifetime, and then some."

"How?"

"Ever heard of Alex Reilmark?"

"The reclusive tech engineer who became a mogul just before the AI Devastation, but of whom no images exist? All of them, as well as origin info, carefully erased."

"The same."

"How have you survived? My narrow companion AI reported no other contacts until it connected with you, or your AI."

"I survived like you—being outside cities. Able to anticipate what would likely come, I simply had more time to make preparations."

He looks down and aside. "My human partner, however, didn't want to face the world we now inhabit, while I believe it has to be rebuilt. I found him dead, with pills beside him, the other week."

"I'm sorry."

"After an android assistant and I buried his body out on the surface, I decided to lower my cloaks and screens; see who was out there. You're the only one I've found alive."

"Two guys, rebuilding a burned world."

"You might be surprised at what could be possible."

"So, you've stashed away some tech, along with ample energy reserves?"

"Sustainable and endless. We just have to get you over here before yours runs out."

"Can you give me a ride? I don't have any transport."

"First though, we have to be careful." He moves closer. "At least I want to be. Make sure we're compatible, and that you won't kill me."

Looking Alex up and down while he gazes steadily at me, I sigh. "Well, you're frankly not my type, or preferred gender."

"I already gathered that from your AI. It's why we will have three dates—for me to assure myself about you, and for you to become comfortable, reoriented, even trained, with me."

"Trained?"

He looks steadily into my eyes. "Trained.

"I like your hair." Alex's right hand moves to caress the left side of my head, its fingers running through the strands of my moderate, straight, brown, but projected hair. "Both on your head and on your body. I have a thing for hair, especially body hair. Never shave it. Okay?"

His hands stroking down the sides of my bared ribs and flanks, Alex draws me into a first kiss.

"Just flow with it. Resistance is futile."

"A fellow Star Trek fan."

"If I was oriented differently, Seven would be my favorite."

"But you like guys."

"Love them. And by the time we're done, you will, too."

"I suppose it might be better than dying."

"A lot better. Let me show you. Finish opening my shirt."

My fingers reach and undo the two lowest buttons still fastened.

"Part the folds. You can touch me. It's okay."

Brushing the loose, white fabric to his sides, the smooth, hairless skin of his pale but taut chest and abdomen is revealed in full.

He looks down my nude front. "Let me enjoy that body hair."

Alex's hands move to caress my pecs with short, dark hair, except on my maroon nipples, as his mouth follows them. Looking down, my chest is being kissed by a blonde with enough thick, curled hair to pass as female. Past that hair, though, the subtle male pecs betray what he is. It all seems strange, alien. But my cock is stiffening once more nonetheless.

"Good boy." Alex is seeing it rise, too. Dropping to his knees, grabbing my cock with his right hand, Alex deepthroats my manhood all the way to its root. Even through the neural interface, I've never experienced such oralling from the Polynesian or other females I had conjured up. This man knows how to gratify another male.

Briefly separating, he looks up at me. "Grab my head, even my hair. Fuck my mouth."

Doing as I'm invited, my fingers seize his thick locks between them. I arch my virtual body back while thrusting forward.

"ISI, stand by for another torso-cleaning."

"Standing by. I have been monitoring the whole time."

"Nice to know I'm being watched as always."

"Accessing Training Mode."

"Training Mode?!"

Alex interrupts his attention at my loins. "Some prompts and code I inserted into your Integrated System Interface. Sorry, I should have told you."

"Both of you, resume oral pleasuring. Adam, I am inducing orgasm to conserve run time and energy."

Involuntarily, I begin to shudder and pump my climax into Alex's all-too-willing virtual mouth. "ISI, let me do and experience things at my own pace."

Separating his mouth from my cock while pumping its pulsing shaft with his right hand, he pulls back. "ISI, could you use a battery bot?"

"Yes, please, Alex. Adam’s life support will become endangered when my energy reserves fall below three percent."

"Dispatched. One is on its way to you."

"Sorry, boys, but this date will have to be rushed to its satisfying conclusion. Adam, I will have to recall your consciousness and hibernate you within moments, as Alex’s battery bot is two hours, forty minutes away. Projecting you is consuming more power than I anticipated."

Sighing, I extend my arms from Alex's head and my sides. "Very well, ISI. Take full control—of both of us, so there's no colliding or concussions."

"Remember, you are both virtuals, Adam. But enjoy this rushed experience and lesson."

Suddenly, Alex rises to his feet before me. Both of us seizing our arms about one another's shoulders and torsos, we each take the other into a ferocious embrace and kiss. My cock is stiffening a third time.

Breaking himself from sucking my lips and face, he locks eyes with me. "ISI, take Adam straight into Lesson and Experience Two. Guide him instinctively, without coaching from me."

"By your command, Alex."

"Battlestar Galactica, too?" I am warming to this guy intellectually as well as physically. "I never put that into ISI."

Somehow permitted to pause, Alex smiles. "We are gonna have fun."

Taking each other into another searing kiss and embrace, our hands forced to paw one another's backs and sides, I find myself dropping to my knees, kissing, sucking my way down Alex's pecs and abdomen as I go.

My face arriving at his clothed crotch, his belt and jeans rapidly open by themselves, dropping to his feet before disappearing. There is no underwear. I am compulsively drawn forward to take his swelling cock into my opened mouth, sucking it rapturously.

Alex grips my head as he fucks my mouth this time. "ISI, pleasurable as this is, have me prime Adam. Then have him take me both doggy and missionary, orgasming both of us in missionary. Hurry, I detect your power level at six percent and dropping."

"Acknowledged, Alex, and thank you, for both of us."

Instantly, I am rising to my feet while Alex falls back to his knees, sucking my cock even more fervently than before. Jerked back to his feet after just a few sucks, he spins around.

Just as he's about to shed his white shirt, "No," I interrupt. "Leave it on and open. Makes you look sexier."

Smiling again, he turns away from me. "ISI, clear the table." The food and drinks vanish. Leaning forward, he braces his arms and hands upon the patio table while parting his legs.

"ISI, loosen and lubricate my sphincter. We'll show Adam fingering next time."

"Compliance, Alex."

While forced to step up behind my assignment, lifting the tail of his shirt from his offered ass with my left hand while positioning my cock with my right, I am amazed. "Flight of the Navigator?! No one I've known had seen that!" I switch to Yoda's voice. "You I now must fuck."

Plunging my cock with relative ease into Alex's slickened anus, it is at first tighter and then looser further in than the virtual female vaginas I have penetrated.

Starting to thrust, my hands grip both sides of his waist beneath his open shirt. "ISI, is this an accurate representation? Accurate sensations of fucking another man?"

"Very accurate," ISI and Alex reply together in unison.

Rising upright against me, my arms instinctively wrap around Alex’s hairless chest and subtly rippled abdomen. His right arm reaching behind, he draws me into a deep, open-mouthed kiss before breaking us apart. "Hurry, ISI doesn't have much power or run time left."

"You and my ISI are really connected."

Pivoting around again to face me before reclining upon the patio table, Alex spreads his legs wide and up before me. "I just know what to look for and tap into more than you do. Take me, Lover."

Feeling moved, I position myself partly over him. "No one, none of my created companions, has ever called me that."

"I know."

I reenter him. We embrace fully, mounted, kissing, connected in every way two humans could be.

Alex's legs now wrap around the middle of my back as I thrust inside him. "We're out of time. Cum with me."

My cock begins to gush my male issue within him as his spurts ribbons of warm, gooey sperm against the dark hairs of my abdomen and male cleavage.

Suddenly, everything goes gray. The physical sensations cease.

"Thank you, Alex and ISI."

"You're welcome," I hear male and female voices reply once again in unison as I am immediately eased into a gratified sleep.

—————

I wake in an unfamiliar bedroom, lined with dark wooden panelling.

The door beside the bed opens. A man comes in, but not the same one as before. This one is middle-aged with medium-length, wavy, salt-and-pepper hair and a trimmed silver beard. He's wearing a black, sleeveless wrap top tied at his left side, along with beige lounge pants. He has brought two cups of what looked like hot tea. "Good, you've arrived."

Walking around the foot of the bed, he sets one cup on the wooden nightstand beside me, under a shaded lamp, before returning to his side. "I like winding down with warm herbal tea in the evening." Even his voice is different. Settling against his pillows, he glances toward my cup. "But yours can be whatever you like."

Picking it up, I decide to keep it full of steaming herbal tea. "Where's Alex?"

"Right here. I’m him."

"Why the change?"

"A test. I want to be sure you'll accept me when I'm older. Stick around."

I look down at my tea. "Commitment."

"Commitment. Among other things, I want to make sure you won’t check out like George did."

"Your husband?"

"My husband. Can you picture me having a husband?"

"It’s different. But given what I've heard about you over time, middle age fits you better than youth."

"I wanted to ease you into this life with a body that was a more comfortable transition from feminine to masculine." He rolled onto his left side, propped up on an elbow while untying his black wrap top and parting it. "This time, you get full male—a mature, hairy man to go along with your more youthful, hairy self. Unless you're using a filter I can't detect."

"This is me. What I really look like."

Smiling, he admires my reclined, nude upper half beyond the bedsheets I've arrived under. "As I asked ISI to project and wake you here, I'll fill you in. You remember what to do?"

"Yeah. But we have to start now? Out of the blue?"

"Another test." Turning onto his back, his top open to reveal his hairy chest and abdomen, he maintains his gaze on me. "Arousal on request, even demand. Let's see what you remember."

Hesitantly rolling toward him, I now focus on his exposed front with its male pecs and nipples generously laced with dark hairs.

"ISI," I hear, "training aids. Attraction."

Suddenly, his chest has me entranced. I cannot help moving to kiss and suck its hair, its skin, its nipples. Orally worshiping the body of another male—it still seems so unnatural. But that now makes it all the more enticing. I feel my cocks, both virtual and back in my lifepod, strangely swelling with arousal.

"Suck my penis. Slowly this time. And look me in the eyes as you do."

Moving down his half-exposed body until my face is poised above his clothed crotch, I untie the strings of his beige lounge pants and pull them down. Wreathed with more of his dark hair, his cock is semi-erect, lying along the left crease of his loins.

Taking hold of it with my right hand, I bring it to my mouth and begin to suck. Instinct, desire, even need take over inside me. Looking my trainer in his eyes as instructed, I settle into my intimate work that becomes more gratifying, more engrossing, with each stroke.

A lover of men? Coming to adore the male form with its broader chest and body hair to embrace, its thick penis and balls to service and savor? The path toward that now seems inevitable, irresistible.

Reaching under this man's somewhat raised and parted legs, both my hands now stroke his abdomen and chest. This causes me to breathe more deeply through my nose, inhaling the simulated aroma of his musk.

"Sit on me this time. Impale yourself on my cock. Lose the ability to make up your mind whether you want to pound your ass on my penis, slapping your own against my abdomen, or want to collapse on top of me, humping that abdomen with uncontrollable compulsion."

Removing my mouth from his wetted penis, I rise over him. "I know what I want."

I grab his cock with my left hand this time, plunging my unprepared ass down onto it. Grimacing with the ache of a tensed sphincter that radiates through my pelvis and up my abdomen and spine, I collapse forward on top of him. Seizing my arms about his shoulders, my ass and his penis begin instinctively counterthrusting against each other. Wrapping my legs around his, I grind my own stiff cock against his firm abdomen with all I am, craving release.

My cock soon pulses. "Good boy," I hear in praise. But not from my companion's lips. They are firmly pressed against mine. "Your lifepod and habisilo are failing, worse than ISI has been able to detect. My battery bot was able to run its own diagnostics. We are on our way to come get you. There is just one more test I want you to pass before we arrive."

"We?" I think back through my neural link.

"My assistants and I—androids, of course. Sorry you have to be rushed straight into Date Three, but Scrooge had all his ghost visits in one night. At least you've had two."

Having just ejected lines of sperm along the older man's upper abdomen, I now find myself standing alone in a dark forest. Small clouds pass in front of a full moon between a forest divided, illuminating a path that stretches off into the distance in either direction.

My cock finishes spurting. "What am I supposed to do here?"

"Pick a direction and start walking."

"Nude? In a forest? What kind of test is this?"

"There is more than music that soothes the savage beast."

"I'm supposed to fuck a savage beast into submission?"

"No, me," I hear a husky voice say from behind.

I turn toward an equally nude male. He is robust, though older and much hairier. Graying, stringy hair hangs down the sides and back of his head. A dark mustache and beard are above a chest and abdomen thick with hair. More thin but long hairs run along his shoulders and back, as well as down his arms. "Isn't this what a recluse is supposed to look like? What even you have said I am?"

Gazing at this beast of a man, I am unable to hide my shock. "Is-Is this your true appearance?"

"What if it is? Could you love me anyway? Even make love to me?"

"Here. In the middle of the woods?"

"You prefer a town with an audience?"

Still in nighttime, we are now in the middle of a broad intersection of dirt roads with rows of two-storey brick and wooden buildings emanating from four corners, a town square from perhaps nineteenth-century America. Dozens of townsfolk, a number with torches, stand in a large circle around the two of us.

"Care for props? A Saint Andrew's Cross? Even a simple post with ropes or manacles?"

"I-I'll take a post, with two ropes."

No sooner do I say that than a dark red post with ropes hanging from its top appears in the middle of the square.

The old man glances around us. "Looks like these folks could use some entertainment. Let's make 'em horny and envious."

Approaching this nude, hairy male as he looks at me, I decide to grab him by the forearms. "Back against the post. Raise your arms. Coil the ropes around your hands and hold them. They'll keep you upright."

Being guided against the post, he raises those hairy arms to grab the ropes. "You got me looking forward to this."

"You should." Embracing his body, I kiss him without hesitation. Hard.

The hair no longer bothers me. Kissing his lips past that mustache and beard now seems like cunnilingus. It’s turning me on.

Since I am in a town, I decide to go to town—sucking his hairy shoulders, his stretched pecs and nipples, even burying my nose and mouth against his hairy armpits, relishing the unfamiliar, simulated pungent musk, which stiffens my cock even more.

Dropping before his thickly furred loins, his cock is already arching upward, the balls beneath also projecting through his private forest, swollen and bright red.

Straightening my mouth and neck, I can no longer wait to try consuming and swallowing all of it. Able to take his full length down my throat only briefly before feeling compelled to breathe again, I focus instead on sucking both his red balls together, before aggressively deepthroating his cock once more.

Hanging by the ropes, gripping their coils in his fisted hands with all his strength, swooning, "I gotta fuck you," the old man pleads.

"Let go the ropes. Down, behind me."

Turning and dropping to all fours upon the dirt of that town square, I offer my ass to the old man. I still hadn't practiced the fingering Alex had talked of, but I no longer care.

Sensing my aging companion crouch behind me, placing his hands on my back, I brace for the now expected ache of penetration. Only his cock glides inside me, wet and smooth.

"You've already been opened and fucked just minutes ago," I hear Middle-Aged Alex's disembodied voice say in my head.

Then it hits me—what I really want to do. "Alex, fuck me at the post."

Rising from our congress on the dirt, I take Old Alex by the hand, leading him to the post. Turning my back against it this time, I reach up, coiling the ropes around my hands. Hefting my body up, I spread my legs wide. "Fuck me."

Stepping between my spread legs, the old man positions his cock, entering me as my legs wrap around his waist.

His hairy abdomen flexing against my hardened cock now becomes the best fuck of my life.

"Brace us against the post, Alex. I gotta hold you as I cum."

Feeling the old man grip me tighter and press me against the post, I let the ropes go and wrap myself around him. Kissing hard and wantonly, pressing my male body together with his, we both erupt, cumming and cumming and cumming inside and against one another, as only virtuals can.

Catching my breath, I remain wrapped around him as he holds us both up. "I love you, Alex. You can have me however you want, whoever you are. I am yours."

"I love you, too, Adam. Welcome back to real life. We’ve found you."

"Found me?"

"His pod's temporary life support is stable," Old Alex now says in a somewhat different voice to my surprise within our embrace. "It is safe to disconnect it, and move him."

Everything goes gray again before I find myself inside a narrow, somewhat fogged plexiglass tube, my lifepod.

Looking around the dark space my pod is in, I can see three figures wearing environmental suits with plexiglass helmets, but without masks. Standing on either side of my pod, each of them is illuminated by lights mounted on the others' helmets. I am just able to make out their faces inside the helmets. "Alexes? Plural?!"

A fourth, slightly smaller figure steps from behind Middle-Aged Alex, wearing a breathing mask inside their helmet. "They're not me," I hear radioed into my neural interface. "I am Alex—Alexandra Reilmark."

Gesturing with a gloved hand, "These are my android aides, guardians, and alter egos when necessary. So, they don't need breathing masks. Hank's the oldest, figuratively, even though he was built last. Mark is 'middle-aged,' and, inspired by the Greek god, Apollo is our 'youngest' while having been built first. I got better at doing body hair as I went.

"I can interface fully with any or all of them through the wireless neural link I developed. I can feel and sense everything they do, even speak through them, and they are sexually functional. George, bless him, didn't want to try playing around with them, so you have provided us all with our first homoerotic experiences.

"Guys, let's get Adam aboard our transport so he can finally get out of that pod. Mark, we got ISI, too?"

Petting a small box strapped to the belt at his hip, "Right here in this mobile unit."

The real Alex glances at me. "I never leave a consciousness behind, even artificial, once I've found it. We have quite a community of artificials at home—a good but wisely limited brain trust."

Swooning at the unaccustomed physical strain of even trying to raise my head to look around after months of not doing so, I can only relax as the four of them begin to move me inside my pod toward the surface, and a new home.

Once on board their transport, we all go through a decontamination wash—they in their environmental suits, me remaining inside my pod. Finally in a safe atmosphere, the pod’s lid is swung up above my head, and I am helped by Hank and Apollo to sit upright. Hank disconnects the wired neural interface at my neck I had been tethered to.

Sitting on a small chair facing away from me, Alex removes her helmet, revealing shoulder-length blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. "How does he look, Hank?"

"He is underweight and weak but can rebuild with therapy. At least muscle exercise subroutines sent via the neural interface prevented his body from atrophying completely. His penis is healthy and well-used, however. He also has long hair."

That gets her looking at me over her shoulder, revealing nothing but skin as she sheds her suit. "That is nice long hair and a beard. You're not conscious of them, are you?"

"They've grown while I've been in the pod, so I didn't think to project them."

"You're not cutting them for now. You've got more head hair than Hank. As you can tell, he's become our doctor. I added subroutines and medical scanners to him after George’s death."

"I'm sorry that happened."

Finishing stripping herself naked, she looks away. "I'm not going to talk much about him. George is where he wants to be—beyond this wrecked world, in Heaven—while I stay behind and try to fix it, with you if you'll have me."

"Of course," I reply. My eyes, however, drift toward Hank as he removes his environmental suit, also revealing nothing but skin—very hairy skin.

I find myself undeniably aroused by this particular android stripping. "Hank, are you available for a more . . . personal check-up? I want to make sure everything is working."

Hank glances toward Alex. "You and ISI perhaps adjusted Adam a little too well."

Twisting on her seat to face us, Alex reveals her moderate breasts and pale nipples without reservation. "We'll adjust him back. Somewhat. Eventually. But right now, the idea of you two hairy guys going at it for real—even though one of you is artificial—is hot as hell to me. Kiss."

Compliantly, Hank moves to embrace and kiss me, both of us nude.

"Guys, you're making me wet just watching." She turns her head to her right toward the cockpit ahead of us. "Keep driving, Mark. We'll be busy back here for a while."

Mark steps from the cockpit into the main space, nude as well. "I'm having Apollo pilot." He looks at me. "I think Adam will be wanting my body hair, too."

I watch Mark approach while Hank sweeps my long hair aside to kiss my left shoulder and chest. "They're programmed to lust?"

Alex stands up beside Mark, beginning to stroke herself. "Why not? I've programmed you, and even you now like the result. Hank, Mark, begin Adam's therapy. Adam, just let them do the work until you rebuild your strength. This," she emphasizes, "is worth sticking around for."

"Yes, it is," I agree as Hank effortlessly lifts my nude self out of the pod into his arms, sharing hairy kisses with me while Mark bends to suck my cock.

Stepping forward, drawing me into an embrace from within Hank’s arms, I finally get to kiss the real Alex. She is softer, smoother, warmer, and more aromatic than any of her alter egos or virtuals.

She sighs at the same genuine sensations I am. "It's too bad there isn't a bed here."

Gazing at her, I make a simple request. "Guys, put me back in the pod."

Alex looks at me, surprised. "Why?"

"Then mount Alex on top of me. Leave the lid raised."

Hank lays me back upon the bedding inside the pod. He and Mark then lift Alex over its foot. She is bent forward with her legs folded under her. Taking my erect cock in her left hand as the two naked androids lower her, she mounts me. Heaven? It is right here.

Reality is now good. Really good.

"Hey there, long-haired and handsome." Alex spreads herself on top of me as she leisurely commences thrusting, whispering, "I have fucked the androids, too. Even taken them anally."

"I would expect no less," I whisper back.

Moving closer, Alex breathes against my lips. "Want a female android to play with? One to also train me in the sapphic arts—make me a true bisexual, too?"

"How about an African, with protruding, black nipples and areolae, plus a nice bush with a treasure trail to her navel? Pit hair, too. We should have some diversity."

"You and I are definitely going to have fun."