Nannygator {A BoyXBoy Romantic Comedy}

{Chapter Three}

Chapter Three

Raymond Jones

                                   A direct continuation of previous chapter...

                            "Can you put on some clothes on that robot?" I hid my face behind the hands the whole time, this was so annoying. I didn't why it bother me so much, I knew we were the same and we have the same part, but it wasn't a necessity for me to stare at it throughout this experiment. I tried to imagine him as the example of human body model we had back in high school when I used to sabotage it, stealing some internal organs and ruining it for the next class. But I couldn't, this thing here, was so not a model. It's fucking real and I had scolded myself not to stare at his part. But it wasn't that small and invisible, which I was totally jealous of it.

                             God, what happened to you, Raymond? The few minutes ago you were trying to make a better life for Jasper, and now all you did was envying a god damn robot's ding dong! You, Raymond Jone, was a total sick bastard.

                             "Don't call him a robot, he's going to be the greatest creation in this boring world. Do pay some respect," his face grimmed, correcting me. I shrugged, "you haven't answer my question yet. Get this r... fake human so clothes for the ake of my eyes."

                              "Can't do, his arms and his legs are too heavy to be lifted. You think I haven't think of that? You think I am enjoying of the big scene too?" he made a face and went back writing on his papers.

                              "Point taken," I continued to block the sight and read the papers he gave me. So it wasn't just me, his words kind of relaxed me. I thought I was turning a homo, which I was not! Guessed we men felt the same way too, feeling insecure and curious for some points. 

                               Don't get me wrong, I like mine as the way he is, just sometimes I have the feeling it is not enough for those women who like it big.

                                Wow, what the hell I was thinking? I was so not saying all that in my mind.

                                I pushed away the thought and focused on the papers. I signed all of them, nearly breaking my arm. I rather said I was skimming through, and signing them recklessly. I didn't recognize half of those words on the papers, schools were so not my shit. But why should I even read it? He could screw me after this, I didn't care. I had nothing to lose.  

                                "Finally!" I shouted as I threw the last paper at his front. He muttered 'young man' and shook his head. I decided to ignore him and massage my good arm. I felt sored, I had never sign some many papers in my life before. Wasn't he being too cautious about this, it's just an robot.

                                "Mr.Jones." "Raymond," I corrected him. "Raymond," I nodded satisfiedly. People should stop calling me Mister, I was too good-looking to be an old man.

                                "I will be asking a few questions, please do answer them honestly." He took out a new piece of paper out under his desk. He had tied those signed papers into a bundle and put them nicely away from public view, a massive big iron locker. Damn, was that even necessary?