I'd just finished fucking my artificial vagina Mk4. It was my best yet -- a soft but tight concoction of foam and soft plastic bags all mounted in a plastic tube which I taped in place on my bunk. The addition of warm water was a stroke of genius if you don't mind me saying so -- it added weight, warmth and the kind of soft wetness that was almost like the real thing. The real thing -- a nice tight pussy mmmmm.
It was an odd thing to turn my intellect to I know. But when you're miles away from the real thing surrounded by what, with the best will in the world as I am one of them, could best be described as geeks. Rock geeks, ice geeks, biology geeks, even the female staff counted as geeks and not one of them was a likely candidate for a quiet grope let alone a full blooded fuck. Hence the artificial pussy -- better than another right-hand job and not as good as the real thing but it was all I had. I suppose I was lucky really. Being a senior researcher did give me the privilege of my own, albeit rather small, bunk room. Much more private than the doubles the more junior staff had to share.
We tended to work 10 to 12 hours a day but that still left plenty of time for recreation and the creative activities. Some people took up photography or painting. I took up making pretend pussies to fuck as the best way to keep sane on this bleak island where summer was like winter anywhere else.
Sure the work was interesting but 12 hours a day was enough. I needed more and the conversation soon flagged as my colleagues were only really interested in their work and that was what I wanted to get away from. A few people used the small gym we set up to try to keep fit but most just gave up on any exercise other than that their research demanded of them.
Every three months the supply ship would arrive to rotate those who'd finished their research. For a few days afterwards it was great. New people, new supplies and a fresh mix of personalities. But the new people soon settled down to the research routine and became like all the rest. The latest batch did contain one interesting person though. Robert was a recent PhD and must have been 25 or so. He was not like most of the others in that he didn't just talk about work. In fact he was quite happy to talk about his travels and his other hobbies so I spent quite lot of time chatting to him in the mess. Like I said to all the new arrivals "If there's anything I can help you with just let me know."
A few weeks later I was in my cubicle. A knock on the door.
"Dr Lander?"
"Robert. Come in, sit down, and you can drop the 'Doctor' just plain Paul will do.
"OK, thanks.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well to be honest I'm not sure. My work is OK, going well I fact but I just don't feel I'm really fitting in here."
"Of course you are Robert. Everyone gets on with you and that's the most important thing in a small community like this.
"Yes I think that's right but it all seems so, I don't know, cold. People just exist in their own little research vacuums and that's all there is."
"Well if you wanted to build warm and loving relationships this is not the place you'll find them -- you know what academics are like. They are the same the world over in my experience."
"But you're not like that. We can talk other stuff as well as work."
"I know how you feel. Sometimes it drives me nuts too."
"How do you cope? You've been here for nearly a year haven't you?
"10 months, 13 days to be exact." I said. In the back of my mind my artificial pussy smiled at me. "Exercise." I added.
"In the gym?"
"Yes." I said, a little too quickly to push my lovely soft foam pussy back into its secret place. "In the gym. A routine. Takes your mind off the day to day stuff and helps you sleep too if you work at it."
"Will you show me? I've never done any gym before."
"If you're sure, you're welcome to join me and we can work out a program. Don't get your hopes up too much though - the equipment we have here is pretty basic."
"What should I wear?"
"Oh just shorts and a t-shirt will be fine."
We agreed to meet after work that day.
'Gym' was a pretty grand description for the small room we had set aside for the few pieces of equipment we had but it was a distraction and that's what we both needed.
Robert arrived a few minutes after me, dressed in long trousers and a t-shirt.
"I'm a bit embarrassed as I didn't actually bring any shorts as it's so cold here, but if it's OK with you I'll wear my boxers. They are quite decent!"
"No problem, wear what you are comfortable with." He undid the flies of his trousers and stepped out of them to reveal some quite tight cotton boxers that managed to emphasise his bulge and his already quite fit backside. He didn't look like he needed to work out to me. His broad shoulders and flat stomach completed the picture of a fit young guy -- the kind of body I'd had ten years before.
We started off with the basic stuff, warm-ups, stretches and breathing exercises. While he was stretching I was presented with a fairly close up image of his under shorts stretched tightly over his butt and his manly bulge. It wasn't that I fancied him, I was never into men, but there's something about a fit young body, male or female, that makes you look. So I looked. As he warmed up small damp patches of sweat began to appear under his arms and down the back of his shorts and I could sense a definite manly smell in the room.
We moved onto the machines. I showed him what to do and how to build up the reps as time went on so he didn't strain himself. This meant working closer to him and on occasions we'd accidentally touch. The first time this happened he just smiled at me and raised his eyebrows slightly as if to say "Sorry, it happens you know."
On one machine he had to lie face down and lift a weight with his legs. I stood beside him quite fascinated with the tendons and muscles moving in his legs, back and butt. His cheeks clenched into hard roundness and relaxed into softer globes as he pumped the weight. Then it was my turn and as I raised and lowered my legs Robert stood where I had stood and I had the peculiar sensation that he was watching my butt as I'd watched his. It didn't really connect at the time. I just thought it was all idle curiosity and we carried on the workout until we had both had enough.
The shower room had separate cubicles but after he had showered he walked naked to the bench where he'd left his clothes. His butt was firm, white and beautifully rounded -- quite a work of art I thought, he should be proud of it. As I watched he started to towel himself dry and as he rubbed his shoulders he turned towards me saying, "Thanks Paul, that was great. I hope it wasn't a bore for you."
"Umm no." I said caught slightly off guard. Now I had a full view of his cock and balls surrounded by fine dark hair. "Anytime is OK with me. Like I said if there's anything I can do to help..."
