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My first story here on sofurry. It's a gay story with some sexy robo stuffs, so don't let your children read it! Be sure to check the tags :)

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"Ryan!" I turn my head as my name is being called from across the Museum; cheeks burning with embarrassment. I came here to learn, not to be lectured, but that isn't how Mr. Summers does things. I mean, what's the point of going to a war museum if we can't even stop for five minutes to learn about the exhibits?

"Sorry Mr. Summers" I yell nervously, trying not to make a scene "I was just observing this artillery unit; It's quite fascinating." To tell the truth it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, being an engineering student and all. However, Mr. Summers seems to forget about that after the span of a few seconds and we proceed with the tour of the Museum. As I head back into the group, squeezing past a few of the other students, one of my friends pats me on the back.

"You're lucky he didn't expel you right there, Atlas" he mocked as I glare at him. Atlas was the nickname I was given by my peers and I hated it, mostly because it was a very ironic nickname. I'm a grizzly bear but I'm very short for my species; about 5'5 to be exact. I live a very sheltered lifestyle, and you can easily tell as I have no muscles whilst sporting a bit of a "beer gut." I know my friends mean well, but every time they call me Atlas I have to control myself so I don't hit them over the head. Not that it would do much, but hey, it's about the message.

Anyways, after about an hour of travelling through the mundane halls, we're finally given the freedom to explore. Mostly because Mr. Summers needed a smoke break, but it's also really beneficial for us since we've never been this close to actually military machinery before. I look around the halls briefly, trying to find where the cyborg exhibit would be. As I see the gold trimmed sign pointing towards my goal, I turn to my friends while trying to hide my excitement. "I'll be back in a moment guys! Try not to steal anything while I'm gone, ey?" I hear them respond but I honestly didn't listen to what they said, as I was too focused on getting to see some sweet, sweet decommissioned cyborgs.

Amazing. That's the only word I could use to describe these cyborgs. Truly an engineering masterpiece, every one of them. Titanium plating, copper wire nerve systems, folded Nylon tendons and muscles, infrared sensors and bulletproof lenses. These were our military's best creations, and now I had the pleasure of observing the hard work of about 30 engineers.

One particular series of Cyborg caught my attention though, mostly because I hadn't seen anything like this before, the Gravo M3. Reading through the information panel, this cyborg was used as a medical unit. However, unlike other medical units, this cyborg frame was built to last using a special alloy called "Malakozium" along with a bulkier build that resembled a prehistoric lizard. Broad shoulders, waist and legs help him block bullets while administering treatment. His tail was not only used to apply medicinal creams and shots to wounded soldiers, it was also used to carry soldiers if he had his arms full.

He was the perfect supersoldier, built to protect the weak and serve his country. However, after the Jupiter War in 2448, he was decommissioned for unknown reasons.

Malakozium... I had never heard of an alloy like that. It must've been a very effective alloy, since the best alloys in the world were usually hidden away from the public. This alloy is probably outdated, but I don't care. I need to feel it, to see how different it is from the default titanium used in other combat cyborgs.

I quickly glance around me to check if there are any people watching me. Turns out, museums are pretty much dead on the weekdays, mostly because they are seen as a very outdated way of gathering information. I don't even think there are any security guards around to notice me tinkering with the displays, otherwise I'd be getting the stink eye from a 40 year old with family issues right about now. Without thinking twice, I reach out and press my hand into the thigh of the cyborg. Because he's about 9 feet in height, I can't really reach higher than his abdomen.

Pressing into the thigh, I get a very weird sensation. It's warm to the touch, and feels like a soft leather, kind of like the leather you would use for a comfy couch. Then I notice that the area around my fingers is giving off a slight orange glow. My eyes widen; they're touch sensors, and they're still online. The Gravo M3 is still functioning.

Before I am able to completely process what is happening, I head whirrs of cooling systems and the buzz of electrical currents. It's turning on, and here I am frozen and about to shit myself. I couldn't run away and I couldn't play it cool either. I'm done for either way, and my career as an engineer is about to come to a complete stop.

"Oh man.... How long was I out for?" came a baritone voice from above, which I could only assume was the Gravo. He turns his head and looks down at the bear touching his thigh. "Hey kid, what year is it?" he asks, ignorant to the situation he's currently in. "U-um-um.... It's 2567..." I stammer in return, not wanting to be too loud. Fortunately, he doesn't yell in surprise like I assumed he would, instead he sighs and grabs my hand whilst stepping over the rope separating us. "Great... I've been out for a loooong time without a discharge. Come on kid, you gotta help me with something."

Before I know it, I'm sitting in one of the back security rooms with a 9 foot cyborg looming over me. Once we got inside, he made sure to close the door and block it using a steel beam he tore out from one of the walls inside the room. All I'm thinking is "I'm glad I didn't get on his bad side," and "I wonder what he wants from me."

"Listen kid, here's what you need to know. I'm sure you already know a lot about me, but what you don't know is that this frame was not only built as a combat frame, but it was also built to be able to satisfy a person needs and cravings. Long story short, I'm fucking pent up and if I don't cum in something, I'm going to be angry." It takes me a little bit to process what's happening, but after I do, I begin to blush heavily. I've always had a thing for big men, but this was something else. After hearing him be that direct about it, I knew that I needed him. However, one thing was bugging me.

"O-okay, but how are you going to cum without a cock?" After asking that, he starts chuckling and before I can say anything in response, he's lifting me up into the air. He kicks the steel chairs away, cleans the table and places me on my back with my head facing up, hanging off the table a little bit. He then turns around, his back facing towards me, and points his tail at my mouth. "Medical liquids aren't the only liquids that come out of this thing. Now, if you don't mind, I really need you to open wide."

Without any preparation, he starts shoving that 6' tail into my mouth. Until that moment, I didn't know that I could open my mouth that wide, but that didn't mean I was comfortable. I started to get cramps in my jaw as he pushed his tail deeper into my throat. It had to have been around 3 to 4 inches wide, but he didn't care. He needed to get off, and I was the toy he'd use to do so. Deeper and deeper, I could feel my throat bulging as he shoved inch after inch into my mouth. Around 9 inches deep, he stopped. Not because he wanted to, but because the tail was starting to get too thick for my throat. If he went any further, he would've hurt me bad, and I'm pretty sure he didn't want to deal with a screaming fuck toy.

"Get ready boy, I'm not going to go easy" and he wasn't lying about that either. First he went for shallow, yet powerful thrusts, slicking up his tail with as much saliva as I could produce. Luckily I had no gag reflex, otherwise the noises I'd be making would've been terrible. The amount of force he used to fuck my throat was enough to make the table creak constantly. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy being used by this massive cyborg; being his personal cum dump. I've always been a bit of a bitch in bed, but this was on a different level. I was letting a 9-foot cyborg use me. I don't think I'll ever get a chance like this again, so I want to savour this moment.

Unfortunately, just as I was getting used to his shallow thrusting, he starts putting out almost completely and shoving it back in with the force of a truck. I could tell he wanted to get this done quickly, as he was afraid of someone looking for him. I don't blame him, but at the same time I didn't want this to end. With the table creaking, the sounds of his tail sliding into my throat and his groaning, I was in heaven and so was he.

"You know boy" he says in between groans of pleasure, barely audible over the creaking of the office table. "After this, I think it'll take you about two months to get rid of all this cum." I know I'd regret this after today, but in that moment, I didn't care. I wanted to feel his cum going down my throat, into my stomach, and that's exactly what I got. Not too long after saying that, I hear him groan loudly, almost breaking into a roar while he thrusted his tail deep into my throat. Now I know what he meant, as I feel his tail pulse and shoot load after load of cum deep into my stomach. I didn't need to try too hard to swallow it, as his tail was so far down my throat, the cum just slid down into my stomach. The taste was everything I had hoped for. Musky, manly and salty, all at the same time. The taste was divine; I could've swallowed his cum every day and never get sick of that flavour. I thought he'd be done after ten seconds or so, but he went for much longer than that. I was swallowing his loads for at least two minutes, while he just stood there in pure bliss.

After about a while, my stomach started inflating with all the cum I had swallowed. If I concentrated, I could hear all his cum sloshing around in there. My belly inflated more and more, like a balloon until it looked like I was about to burst. There had to be at least 40 gallons of cum in my stomach, maybe even more. I don't know how I was going to get rid of it all, but I didn't care. I was happy just swallowing until there was nothing left to swallow.

Finally, Gravo removed his tail from my throat, strings of cum dripping from it. He turned around and laughed at my distended stomach, in a jovial way. "Guess I really was pent up, ey boy? Sorry about that, I'll repay you later." After jiggling my belly with his hand, he kicks down the nearby wall and proceeds to exit the building. After about ten minutes, the group of students I arrive with enter the room. After about thirty seconds of silence, Mr. Summers stammers out a question.

"M-Mr Hail, w-what the fuck h-happened?" To which I replied

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you the truth."