Tales From Beyond the Gutter

Installment One: Tales From Behind the Gutter

   "Chuck, this new body of yours is fucking sick," said our main character. He usually was quite reserved and stoic, but he cant help but compliment his friends new built ass body. Chuck, said friend, gets filled with joy at Vrengda expressing positive emotion towards him, "Oh dear Vrengda, this joys me so, hearing you express positive emotion towards me!" Aran, also walking with them and in this rare instance is in a tee-shirt and sweatpants, has his gaze fixed on the ground away from chuck and Vrengda, which Vrengda finds weird. "Yo dude, you sure are staring at the ground." Suddenly his face shoots up, his face slightly flushed, "O-Oh sorry, i just um, was making sure my shoes were tied 0-0" Chuck immediately agrees, mentioning how it was very safe of him, and how their friend Briorny would be proud. Vrengda ignores this because he is the chill main character. 

    As they walk, they slowly approach their destination. A burger joint shows its doors, open sign flashing on and off because of age. "Ah, I'm so ready for a one credit burger. if im feeling lucky maybe even some wings," he said with a slight smirk on his face under the gas mask. "NO," says Aran. Chuck takes the first step inside, often leading the charge with his newfound confidence and understanding of emotion. They all follow suit and sit at the diner counter, Vrengda on the left and chuck on the right, Aran sandwiched in the middle. The two who eat order their food, Vrengda ultimately choosing wings as a side, despite Arans warnings about last time. They chat about the most recent mission they went on, and what they plan for the next one. Out of nowhere, unexpectedly, yet very expected, Vrengda needs to run to the bathroom. He goes, leaving Aran and Chuck alone for the first time in awhile.
   
   "Friend Aran, We haven't been alone in awhile. I have a couple of things id like to ask you about, especially about my body. I have a mostly clear view of the things i will ask about, but I would just want to make sure that I am correct about them." The cyborgs face flushes tomato red at the thought of what he could be wondering about. So many things, naughty things, but its Chuck we're talking here. He couldn't possibly be thinking about those things. "Please, let us go somewhere less crowded to talk. Mommy knows just how many sketchy people populate the Gutter. I have a spot in mind, follow me Friend Aran." He stands and grabs the others hand, and leads him outside. Arans face turns tomato red, and his slight resistance and insistence that they stay does not work against the brute strength of Chuck. The pair drag their way to behind the 'restaurant', and settle somewhere away from prying eyes. "So uhm,,, why'd you bring me back here... haha..." Chuck pulls him close, and stares intently into the other mans eyes, "Aran. I would like you to show me what jacking off is."

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   Aran's face goes tomato red, he's unsure of how to respond, fumbling over his words in a brain fog of racing thoughts. Chuck puts a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "It is ok, I understand that this was sudden. But I have had these feelings ever since I obtained my new body. I find myself staring at you, and then this urge forms. I recall at the beginning of our quest you explained it to me, but I  think I am ready to know to the fullest extent. I cannot ignore these feelings any longer, they are building up inside. Please, Friend Aran. I need you." His mind calms slightly at the sound of chucks voice talking so intimately. While his heart beats fast, he composes himself the best he can, "w-well.. I'm sure you remember the first step.." Chuck nods, and slowly, but sheepishly pulls the latch away that conceals his robotic shaft. It stretches out, reveling quite a large specimen to behold, one that is of average size for his 8ft body but quite large compared to normal people. Aran cant help but take a moment to stare, not only is the size quite a shock, but it is also the man he has admired for so long. "next you'll um.. take it into your hand.." Chuck moves his free hand and wraps it around his own member, Aran's face turning tomato red. There is a short pause, and their eyes lock and for a moment Aran's nervousness seems to fade a bit. Staring deep into Chucks longing eye, he feels the love in his heart surge. "What is next, Aran. I know this is a very private matter for humans, but you are the most important person in my life. So please, if you cant use words you could show me instead if it would be easier for you." The cyborg stands there, flabbergasted and flustered beyond comprehension. He takes a deep breath, and gathers every ounce of willpower in his body to replace chucks hand, to show him how.

   Feeling awkward with them both standing, Aran gets on his knees hoping to reduce what tension there is. He looks up at Chucks hulking body, his face going tomato red from the view. Oh how he's dreamed of this exact situation so many times, and its now becoming real in front of him. Noticing how much time is passing, he prepares himself to continue what he started. Chuck feels the other mans hand start to move, and a strange sensation pours through his body unlike anything he's ever felt before. Looking down at Aran doing this fills him with another feeling. His eye light turns a deep pink, an intense chill of love and power trailing down his body that changes the blue body LED's fuchsia as it flows. For only the second time, he feels lust, and the need to entertain his desires. He leans back for now, enjoying every second and admiring the man below him, his eye expressing this sentiment by lowering to a half lid. Aran, after seeing such a response from Chuck, gives a nervous, shaky smile. Seeing him in this state of what he presumes to be pure pleasure for the first time, it flips a switch in his head. More so, in the sense of another head, something changes. He can feel himself become hard, becoming unable to continue without something more. Aran's hand begins to stroke slower, his mind racing full of thoughts of what he wants to do. With slight hesitance, Aran starts to move his mouth closer to chucks tip.  In this moment Chuck notices this, as well as something else slightly less obvious. He stops the smaller man, interrupting to say, "Let me help you with that, I want you to feel what I'm feeling too."