My first story
Graphic Novels and Robotic Cars
Rating: M
Disclamier: I own nothing and have the bank statement to prove it
Summary: Bee takes Sam to try and relax after a day at a convention, but Mikaela leaves Sam a present that might lead to less relaxing activities.
Warning: Sorry if this sucks, its beena while since I wrote and fanfiction.
Bumblebee had taken him to the lookout, that was the first think Sam noticed when he glanced out the windows. They had been earlier at a sci-fi convention. He had to try not to laugh at all the other nerds there whenever they made comments about giant battle robots, which oddly enough was a lot. Mikaela had even gone with him, after much persuading, dressing up in a slightly shorter cut version of a Original Star Trek uniform and had been a tease all night, rubbing up against him whenever she had the opportunity. The only time she hadn’t was when he had dragged her over to a comic book vendor, but she had gotten to him anyway by finding the section brightly titled, ’HENTAI AND YAOI’ and had been showing him some of the more graphic pictures from them, enjoying watching him squirm in discomfort at the suggestive art of his favorite comic book characters.
Upon leaving and dropping her off at her home, Mikaela had turned and winked at him in an ‘I’m up to something’ sort of way and then closed the her door. Which left Sam curious and a great deal afraid of what she had done. He looked into the backseat at his shopping bags as if one had a time bomb hidden inside and with a heart full of fear and dread he reached back and started sorting through them, trying to find the one item that didn’t belong. It didn’t really take him too long to find it either. A very thick graphic novel and from looking at the picture on the cover, a very homosexual and detailed graphic novel.
He threw it in the passenger seat as if it had burned him and tried to move as far away from it as possible, is back slamming hard against the driver’s side door and alerting Bumblebee that not everything was alright with his human. The radio let out a quick burst of static as it came alive and then shot through the radio stations before landing on a random song, “Tell me what' sup. Baby what's up with you ? Won't you tell me what' sup? Tell me what's going on. Tell me what's up with you, baby .”
Sam looked over at the radio and groaned. He didn’t want to tell the robot that he was freaked out over a picture book. Something about that just seemed less manly then actually looking at the book itself.
“It’s alright Bee, Mikaela just left me something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”
The engine revved slightly and then turned off. Sam took that as Bee excepting that answer. He sighed in frustration and leaned forward, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. The only problem was that with the evil comic book resting in the seat next to him was that he could see it in the corner of his eye. It looked to be mocking him. He was sure of it! Once you hear a car laugh, anything really seems to become possible in your mind really. Weighing what options he had in his mind, he finally decided that the least he could do was glance through it once. Then was he can tell Mikaela that he did it and then he could dispose of it somehow without feeling guilty or letting her poke fun at him.
With shaking hands Sam reached over and gently picked up the current source of his problems and he couldn’t help but think that he would rather face Megatron again instead. He closed his eyes, took a deep calming breath, and flipped to a random page before opening his eyes.
“Oh…Oh god!”
He had to hand it to his girlfriend. It is, or rather had been, one of his favorite shows and the art style was very realistic. As he flipped through the pages and let his eyes take in the details, reading the word bubbles and the written sounds of sex, he didn’t even realize that his hands were getting sweaty or that he was shifting just so in his seat in a constant state of trying to get comfortable.
Bumblebee, worried over Sam’s comfort turned the air-conditioning on a little higher and tried to adjust the seat’s firmness which to his confusion only seemed to lead to his human squirming more. He did a quick scan of his human. Accelerating heart rate, shorter breaths, his body temperature was rising, and his pheromone levels where steadily increasing. Since Mikaela was not present and since the boy appeared to be solely focused on the bound cluster of paper that humans called books, that was clutched in said human’s hands.
Sam was horrible turned on, he couldn’t deny that. If he didn’t know any better he could have sworn Bee was adjusting the seat just to drive him crazy. He flipped to another page and then froze. The image of two guys, one thrusting into the other and from the picture the one receiving looked like he was enjoying it on a completely different level. A lump formed in his throat. He knew how good it felt to be inside Mikaela but he had never given a passing thought to the idea of someone else being inside him. Sam didn’t have that many friends at school and he wouldn’t even begin to trust anyone enough to do that with him. He flipped to the next page, letting one hand stray from the page and rest over the large tent in his pants. Sam was just pressing down a little firmer when the sound of Bumblebee’s voice came over the radio, “Sam?”
Sam jumped and threw the book into the back in a subconscious attempt to try and hide what he had been doing.
“Y…yeah Bee?,” the boy squeaked in embarrassment and tried his hardest to not squirm even more in the seat as it only added to his current state of discomfort. He couldn’t believe he had just forgotten that his car was a living giant robot. And he knew that there was a damn big difference than making out on a robots hood and masturbating INSIDE one!
“You are in need of mating. Do you wish me to take you back to Mikaela’s?”
Sam leaned forward and slammed his forehead down hard onto the steering wheel, he suddenly remembered that they could smell and detect the changing of a human’s body. This did not make it any easier. What would Mikaela think if he showed back up at her house wanting sex. What if she asked why he needed it. He slammed his head against the wheel again in frustration. He didn’t want to tell her that her ‘present’ had done this to him.
He was about to hit his head again when the seatbelt he hadn’t really taken off yet tightened and pulled him away firmly and pinned him to the seat. Bee started the engine and was just putting the car in drive when Sam started begging, “No! Please Bee, not Mikaela. She can’t know about this, please!”
Bee turned off the engine and let his radio play, “Doctor, Doctor, give me the news…”
Sam moved his hands to cover his crotch, blushing faintly. The knowledge that this was Bumblebee, his best friend, a giant alien robot, and solely the one being he trust the most the world who would never pass judgment over him kept him from shouting out in outright humiliation.
“I can’t go to Mikaela’s Bee. She’ll ask why I’m in the mood and I can’t tell her…”
“Nothing she did; I just don't feel the way I did before; How do I tell her; I don't wanna be here anymore; Nothing she did; I just don't feel the way I did before…,” the sound of static was heard a Bee quickly shifted stations before playing, “So, Baby, talk to me like lovers do; Walk with me like lovers do; Talk to me like lovers do.”
Not knowing how to take that, Sam closed his eyes, let out a frustrated groan, and slammed his head back against the head rest. He knew that eventually he would just tell Bee everything, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t try and get out of it.
“Bee, please just drop it alright. It’s an embarrassing human thing. You wouldn’t understand!”
The car was quiet for a few minutes after Sam’s shouted plea before Bumblebee’s voice once more sounded, “do you not trust me Sam?”
The raspy voice of the autobot sounded hurt and Sam wanted to kick himself for upsetting his best friend. He drew a hand away from where they had been resting and hiding his erection so that he could run his fingers along the leather of his seat in what he hoped was a soothing way.
“It’s not that Bee! I do trust you, more than anyone! It’s just that,” he took a deep steadying breath before he started into a ramble, “just that I wasn’t thinking about Mikaela when I got turned on. I wasn’t even thinking about a girl. I don’t want Kaela to ask questions later that I don’t know how to answer myself.”
“If you were not thinking about a female, you were thinking about a male?”
“Y...yes and no,” Sam answered shakily, “I was looking at a book she gave me as a joke about gay sex and I…it’s not that I would do that…I don’t want another guy…”
He stopped for a minute to try and get his thoughts in order and was very grateful that Bee was being quiet and letting him have a moment. He brought his other arm to the door and began to stroke the leather handle.
“I’ve never even thought of another guy before, not like that. The idea of letting someone I don’t know or trust do anything to me is scary. It’s just there was something that I didn’t even think about and…I’m a little curious about it, but it’s not something I can do with Mikaela.”
There was silence in the car while Bumblebee processed this information about his human. The female was incapable of assisting his human with the problem, and he just admitted that he would not trust another to do anything intimate with him. Someone he did not know.
“Sam, is there a way I can assist you?”
The boy jerked his hands away from the upholstery and just gaped in shock. That had not been a question he EVER imagined his robot friend asking.
“Bee….I…can you…even have sex…?”
“I would not be able to mate, at least not for pro-creation, but you are able to pleasure yourself and I am able to feel through my metal and my upholstery almost as well as you can through your fleshy skin.”
Sam couldn’t believe he might even be considering this but there was no one else in this world that he trusted more, didn’t he just tell Bee that. Plus he knew his friend wouldn’t hurt him. He unbuckled the seatbelt, glad that Bee let him do that and then leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against the steering wheel this time. His eyes looking over the autobot symbol in the center of the wheel. Closing his eyes shyly Sam moved his face closer and opened his mouth, licking his tongue over the symbol. He blushed brightly and jerked back when the car’s engine revved to live.
“You…you felt that?”
“Yes”
“Did…did it feel good?”
“It was a very pleasant sensation Sam, but it does not help with your earlier dilemma. What do you need me to do?”
Sam didn’t think his face could get any redder, he let his eyes roam around the interior of the car and not really seeing anything that would really help other than the gear shift.
“Oh god….,” the human gasped, his imagination filling his head with ideas and questions. Was it long enough? Was it too long? Was it thick enough? Was it too thick? How was he going to even get this to work if he went through with this.
“Does it feel differently if I touch you in a certain place?”
“Not especially. I can feel and take pleasure in anywhere you touch me, my hood, trunk, wheel, dash, upholstery, or my gear shift all produce the same feelings.”
Sam brought his hand over and gripped the stick, letting his fingers run up and down a couple of times and enjoying the occasional sound the engine made in tune with the motion.
“Bee? I…I want to…inside me…but I..I don’t know how and…,” he trailed off and closed his eyes and slowed the motion of his hand. Upon hearing the slightly distressed tone return to the human’s voice, Bee quickly did a search on the web to try and understand what the boy meant. He knew that the world wide web was full of mostly useless junk with only the occasional piece of useful information, but oddly enough it was one of those pieces of junk that produced the information he needed.
“Sam, you will need to remove all of you clothing for this to work,” he instructed. He did worry a little over just how much blood could the human store in his face before doing harm to himself. Sam hesitated for a second, trying to take a couple of deep soothing breaths to calm down. ‘This is Bee, he would never hurt you.’
Sam pulled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly into the back before reaching down and unbuttoning his pants. He hurriedly and clumsily removed all his clothing, never stopping for fear of his mind kicking in and making him stop. Once naked he leaned back and moaned softly at the feel of Bee’s leather against his naked skin. The sound of the glove compartment opening caught his attention and he sat up to get a closer look.
“You will need to take out the hand lotion and coat the fingers of one hand thoroughly.”
Mikaela always kept some of her girl products in here in case she messed up her makeup or had to fix her hair. He reached in and grabbed said bottle, squirting a large amount into his hand and trying his hardest to follow the robot’s orders. He could question later how the robot knew what to do.
“Sam you will need to spread you legs and apply the lotion and work to insert one finger.”
Bumblebee monitored the boy, making sure he was not causing injury to himself, that he would not run the risk needing more lubricant, that his discomfort was not to great. After a while the boy began to make the most wonderful noises, little gasps, a slight moan here. He would determine when the boy was ready for more and then direct him when to add another finger. Sam was squirming in the seat and Bee could only hum at how wonderful it felt to have the human’s bare skin against him.
“Bee…please...oh god please…”
Sensing his human could not take much more Bee called out for him to stop and to move onto his knees. He moved both seats back to allow more room for movement.
Sam climbed onto his knees, his whole body shaking. He didn’t know how he had missed out on something that had felt so good before now. Yeah it had hurt at first, but Bee had been talking to him and guiding him one step at a time.
“Move so that you have one knee resting on both seats and straddle the center panel.”
It wasn’t often that Bee spoke to him in car form and usually it was just a faint friendly tone when he did, though he always kept a response short. The whole idea that Bee would be talking to him this much and in such a commanding tone appeared to be turning him on even more and Sam hastily moved to comply, hitting his head along the way but not really caring.
“Use the left over lotion from your hand to lubricate the gear stick.”
Sam did as told, taking enjoyment at the way that Bumblebee’s engine sounded with every stroke of his hand.
“That is enough Sam, now guide me to your access port and lower yourself.”
The boy couldn’t stop the chuckle that sounded at the wording but did as told. He lowered himself as much as possible onto the stick, tensing as it penetrated an a large wave of discomfort shot through his body. Bee’s sensors picked up on his distress and he was quick to voice his worry, “Sam? Are you alright? Do we need to stop?”
“NO! No, just give me a sec to adjust Bee.”
He took another set of deep breaths and then finished moving down as far as his knees and the seats would let him.
He leaned forward and pressing his chest against the stereo controls and resting his cheek against the dash so that he could place a soft kiss here and there. He started to raise himself a bit ant then lower again, starting a steady rhythm. Sam could feel the stereo nod that was pressed against his lower chest turn slightly, turning on a heavy beat techno song on a lowly volume. Just enough to feel the bass and the beat.
He moved his hands to grip the dash trying to get better leverage. The boy let out a sudden gasp and arched back, almost flying into the back seat as he felt the gear shift moving inside him. It was growing longer and thickening, filling him up.
“OH GOD! YES!!! BEE!!! OH BEE!!!”
Bumblebee took that as a good sign and stopped with readjusting his interior so that he could simply sit there and enjoy Sam’s ride. The boy was moving now in a steady rhythm, back arching so that it would rub against the leather of both seats and then bending forward so the those warm and slick hands would move and caress over the dash, wheel, anywhere that the human could touch and place kisses and licks where ever hips mouth could reach. He could hardly process now. His human was inside of him and there was now a part of himself inside his boy. Everywhere Same touched brought waves of sensation to shoot through his metal and straight to his spark, the smell of the boys pheromones as they went into overdrive filled the air, his systems felt like they were going to overload and his spark had never felt so close to an energy discharge as it did now.
“Sam!”
“Bee! So good! Can’t stop! Don’t stop! Please!”
Sam was close, his breath was coming in short pants and he was trying so hard to gulp down what air he could. He moved even faster, listening as Bee scrambled through the stations and found an even faster beat and trying to keep the pace with the movements of his hips. So much pleasure, Sam could feel the peak. He was close, so close and then he was there. His back arched back, fitting into the space between the seats, he brought both hands to the backrest of the chairs and ran his nails over them as he screamed out his ecstasy. He felt the car shake almost violently and then stop, only letting a small tremor run through the metal frame.
Still in trapped in the afterglow, Sam let his top half fall and drape across the dash as he placed an occasional kiss, his words mumbling out of his mouth that he didn’t really pay attention to, just knew that he felt them.
“Love you Bee. Love you so much.”
“I love you too Sam”
Songs:
“Bad case of loving you,” by Robert Palmer
“How do I tell her,” by Luther Vandross
“Here comes the Rain again,” by Eurythmics
Rating: M
Disclamier: I own nothing and have the bank statement to prove it
Summary: Bee takes Sam to try and relax after a day at a convention, but Mikaela leaves Sam a present that might lead to less relaxing activities.
Warning: Sorry if this sucks, its beena while since I wrote and fanfiction.
Bumblebee had taken him to the lookout, that was the first think Sam noticed when he glanced out the windows. They had been earlier at a sci-fi convention. He had to try not to laugh at all the other nerds there whenever they made comments about giant battle robots, which oddly enough was a lot. Mikaela had even gone with him, after much persuading, dressing up in a slightly shorter cut version of a Original Star Trek uniform and had been a tease all night, rubbing up against him whenever she had the opportunity. The only time she hadn’t was when he had dragged her over to a comic book vendor, but she had gotten to him anyway by finding the section brightly titled, ’HENTAI AND YAOI’ and had been showing him some of the more graphic pictures from them, enjoying watching him squirm in discomfort at the suggestive art of his favorite comic book characters.
Upon leaving and dropping her off at her home, Mikaela had turned and winked at him in an ‘I’m up to something’ sort of way and then closed the her door. Which left Sam curious and a great deal afraid of what she had done. He looked into the backseat at his shopping bags as if one had a time bomb hidden inside and with a heart full of fear and dread he reached back and started sorting through them, trying to find the one item that didn’t belong. It didn’t really take him too long to find it either. A very thick graphic novel and from looking at the picture on the cover, a very homosexual and detailed graphic novel.
He threw it in the passenger seat as if it had burned him and tried to move as far away from it as possible, is back slamming hard against the driver’s side door and alerting Bumblebee that not everything was alright with his human. The radio let out a quick burst of static as it came alive and then shot through the radio stations before landing on a random song, “Tell me what' sup. Baby what's up with you ? Won't you tell me what' sup? Tell me what's going on. Tell me what's up with you, baby .”
Sam looked over at the radio and groaned. He didn’t want to tell the robot that he was freaked out over a picture book. Something about that just seemed less manly then actually looking at the book itself.
“It’s alright Bee, Mikaela just left me something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”
The engine revved slightly and then turned off. Sam took that as Bee excepting that answer. He sighed in frustration and leaned forward, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. The only problem was that with the evil comic book resting in the seat next to him was that he could see it in the corner of his eye. It looked to be mocking him. He was sure of it! Once you hear a car laugh, anything really seems to become possible in your mind really. Weighing what options he had in his mind, he finally decided that the least he could do was glance through it once. Then was he can tell Mikaela that he did it and then he could dispose of it somehow without feeling guilty or letting her poke fun at him.
With shaking hands Sam reached over and gently picked up the current source of his problems and he couldn’t help but think that he would rather face Megatron again instead. He closed his eyes, took a deep calming breath, and flipped to a random page before opening his eyes.
“Oh…Oh god!”
He had to hand it to his girlfriend. It is, or rather had been, one of his favorite shows and the art style was very realistic. As he flipped through the pages and let his eyes take in the details, reading the word bubbles and the written sounds of sex, he didn’t even realize that his hands were getting sweaty or that he was shifting just so in his seat in a constant state of trying to get comfortable.
Bumblebee, worried over Sam’s comfort turned the air-conditioning on a little higher and tried to adjust the seat’s firmness which to his confusion only seemed to lead to his human squirming more. He did a quick scan of his human. Accelerating heart rate, shorter breaths, his body temperature was rising, and his pheromone levels where steadily increasing. Since Mikaela was not present and since the boy appeared to be solely focused on the bound cluster of paper that humans called books, that was clutched in said human’s hands.
Sam was horrible turned on, he couldn’t deny that. If he didn’t know any better he could have sworn Bee was adjusting the seat just to drive him crazy. He flipped to another page and then froze. The image of two guys, one thrusting into the other and from the picture the one receiving looked like he was enjoying it on a completely different level. A lump formed in his throat. He knew how good it felt to be inside Mikaela but he had never given a passing thought to the idea of someone else being inside him. Sam didn’t have that many friends at school and he wouldn’t even begin to trust anyone enough to do that with him. He flipped to the next page, letting one hand stray from the page and rest over the large tent in his pants. Sam was just pressing down a little firmer when the sound of Bumblebee’s voice came over the radio, “Sam?”
Sam jumped and threw the book into the back in a subconscious attempt to try and hide what he had been doing.
“Y…yeah Bee?,” the boy squeaked in embarrassment and tried his hardest to not squirm even more in the seat as it only added to his current state of discomfort. He couldn’t believe he had just forgotten that his car was a living giant robot. And he knew that there was a damn big difference than making out on a robots hood and masturbating INSIDE one!
“You are in need of mating. Do you wish me to take you back to Mikaela’s?”
Sam leaned forward and slammed his forehead down hard onto the steering wheel, he suddenly remembered that they could smell and detect the changing of a human’s body. This did not make it any easier. What would Mikaela think if he showed back up at her house wanting sex. What if she asked why he needed it. He slammed his head against the wheel again in frustration. He didn’t want to tell her that her ‘present’ had done this to him.
He was about to hit his head again when the seatbelt he hadn’t really taken off yet tightened and pulled him away firmly and pinned him to the seat. Bee started the engine and was just putting the car in drive when Sam started begging, “No! Please Bee, not Mikaela. She can’t know about this, please!”
Bee turned off the engine and let his radio play, “Doctor, Doctor, give me the news…”
Sam moved his hands to cover his crotch, blushing faintly. The knowledge that this was Bumblebee, his best friend, a giant alien robot, and solely the one being he trust the most the world who would never pass judgment over him kept him from shouting out in outright humiliation.
“I can’t go to Mikaela’s Bee. She’ll ask why I’m in the mood and I can’t tell her…”
“Nothing she did; I just don't feel the way I did before; How do I tell her; I don't wanna be here anymore; Nothing she did; I just don't feel the way I did before…,” the sound of static was heard a Bee quickly shifted stations before playing, “So, Baby, talk to me like lovers do; Walk with me like lovers do; Talk to me like lovers do.”
Not knowing how to take that, Sam closed his eyes, let out a frustrated groan, and slammed his head back against the head rest. He knew that eventually he would just tell Bee everything, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t try and get out of it.
“Bee, please just drop it alright. It’s an embarrassing human thing. You wouldn’t understand!”
The car was quiet for a few minutes after Sam’s shouted plea before Bumblebee’s voice once more sounded, “do you not trust me Sam?”
The raspy voice of the autobot sounded hurt and Sam wanted to kick himself for upsetting his best friend. He drew a hand away from where they had been resting and hiding his erection so that he could run his fingers along the leather of his seat in what he hoped was a soothing way.
“It’s not that Bee! I do trust you, more than anyone! It’s just that,” he took a deep steadying breath before he started into a ramble, “just that I wasn’t thinking about Mikaela when I got turned on. I wasn’t even thinking about a girl. I don’t want Kaela to ask questions later that I don’t know how to answer myself.”
“If you were not thinking about a female, you were thinking about a male?”
“Y...yes and no,” Sam answered shakily, “I was looking at a book she gave me as a joke about gay sex and I…it’s not that I would do that…I don’t want another guy…”
He stopped for a minute to try and get his thoughts in order and was very grateful that Bee was being quiet and letting him have a moment. He brought his other arm to the door and began to stroke the leather handle.
“I’ve never even thought of another guy before, not like that. The idea of letting someone I don’t know or trust do anything to me is scary. It’s just there was something that I didn’t even think about and…I’m a little curious about it, but it’s not something I can do with Mikaela.”
There was silence in the car while Bumblebee processed this information about his human. The female was incapable of assisting his human with the problem, and he just admitted that he would not trust another to do anything intimate with him. Someone he did not know.
“Sam, is there a way I can assist you?”
The boy jerked his hands away from the upholstery and just gaped in shock. That had not been a question he EVER imagined his robot friend asking.
“Bee….I…can you…even have sex…?”
“I would not be able to mate, at least not for pro-creation, but you are able to pleasure yourself and I am able to feel through my metal and my upholstery almost as well as you can through your fleshy skin.”
Sam couldn’t believe he might even be considering this but there was no one else in this world that he trusted more, didn’t he just tell Bee that. Plus he knew his friend wouldn’t hurt him. He unbuckled the seatbelt, glad that Bee let him do that and then leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against the steering wheel this time. His eyes looking over the autobot symbol in the center of the wheel. Closing his eyes shyly Sam moved his face closer and opened his mouth, licking his tongue over the symbol. He blushed brightly and jerked back when the car’s engine revved to live.
“You…you felt that?”
“Yes”
“Did…did it feel good?”
“It was a very pleasant sensation Sam, but it does not help with your earlier dilemma. What do you need me to do?”
Sam didn’t think his face could get any redder, he let his eyes roam around the interior of the car and not really seeing anything that would really help other than the gear shift.
“Oh god….,” the human gasped, his imagination filling his head with ideas and questions. Was it long enough? Was it too long? Was it thick enough? Was it too thick? How was he going to even get this to work if he went through with this.
“Does it feel differently if I touch you in a certain place?”
“Not especially. I can feel and take pleasure in anywhere you touch me, my hood, trunk, wheel, dash, upholstery, or my gear shift all produce the same feelings.”
Sam brought his hand over and gripped the stick, letting his fingers run up and down a couple of times and enjoying the occasional sound the engine made in tune with the motion.
“Bee? I…I want to…inside me…but I..I don’t know how and…,” he trailed off and closed his eyes and slowed the motion of his hand. Upon hearing the slightly distressed tone return to the human’s voice, Bee quickly did a search on the web to try and understand what the boy meant. He knew that the world wide web was full of mostly useless junk with only the occasional piece of useful information, but oddly enough it was one of those pieces of junk that produced the information he needed.
“Sam, you will need to remove all of you clothing for this to work,” he instructed. He did worry a little over just how much blood could the human store in his face before doing harm to himself. Sam hesitated for a second, trying to take a couple of deep soothing breaths to calm down. ‘This is Bee, he would never hurt you.’
Sam pulled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly into the back before reaching down and unbuttoning his pants. He hurriedly and clumsily removed all his clothing, never stopping for fear of his mind kicking in and making him stop. Once naked he leaned back and moaned softly at the feel of Bee’s leather against his naked skin. The sound of the glove compartment opening caught his attention and he sat up to get a closer look.
“You will need to take out the hand lotion and coat the fingers of one hand thoroughly.”
Mikaela always kept some of her girl products in here in case she messed up her makeup or had to fix her hair. He reached in and grabbed said bottle, squirting a large amount into his hand and trying his hardest to follow the robot’s orders. He could question later how the robot knew what to do.
“Sam you will need to spread you legs and apply the lotion and work to insert one finger.”
Bumblebee monitored the boy, making sure he was not causing injury to himself, that he would not run the risk needing more lubricant, that his discomfort was not to great. After a while the boy began to make the most wonderful noises, little gasps, a slight moan here. He would determine when the boy was ready for more and then direct him when to add another finger. Sam was squirming in the seat and Bee could only hum at how wonderful it felt to have the human’s bare skin against him.
“Bee…please...oh god please…”
Sensing his human could not take much more Bee called out for him to stop and to move onto his knees. He moved both seats back to allow more room for movement.
Sam climbed onto his knees, his whole body shaking. He didn’t know how he had missed out on something that had felt so good before now. Yeah it had hurt at first, but Bee had been talking to him and guiding him one step at a time.
“Move so that you have one knee resting on both seats and straddle the center panel.”
It wasn’t often that Bee spoke to him in car form and usually it was just a faint friendly tone when he did, though he always kept a response short. The whole idea that Bee would be talking to him this much and in such a commanding tone appeared to be turning him on even more and Sam hastily moved to comply, hitting his head along the way but not really caring.
“Use the left over lotion from your hand to lubricate the gear stick.”
Sam did as told, taking enjoyment at the way that Bumblebee’s engine sounded with every stroke of his hand.
“That is enough Sam, now guide me to your access port and lower yourself.”
The boy couldn’t stop the chuckle that sounded at the wording but did as told. He lowered himself as much as possible onto the stick, tensing as it penetrated an a large wave of discomfort shot through his body. Bee’s sensors picked up on his distress and he was quick to voice his worry, “Sam? Are you alright? Do we need to stop?”
“NO! No, just give me a sec to adjust Bee.”
He took another set of deep breaths and then finished moving down as far as his knees and the seats would let him.
He leaned forward and pressing his chest against the stereo controls and resting his cheek against the dash so that he could place a soft kiss here and there. He started to raise himself a bit ant then lower again, starting a steady rhythm. Sam could feel the stereo nod that was pressed against his lower chest turn slightly, turning on a heavy beat techno song on a lowly volume. Just enough to feel the bass and the beat.
He moved his hands to grip the dash trying to get better leverage. The boy let out a sudden gasp and arched back, almost flying into the back seat as he felt the gear shift moving inside him. It was growing longer and thickening, filling him up.
“OH GOD! YES!!! BEE!!! OH BEE!!!”
Bumblebee took that as a good sign and stopped with readjusting his interior so that he could simply sit there and enjoy Sam’s ride. The boy was moving now in a steady rhythm, back arching so that it would rub against the leather of both seats and then bending forward so the those warm and slick hands would move and caress over the dash, wheel, anywhere that the human could touch and place kisses and licks where ever hips mouth could reach. He could hardly process now. His human was inside of him and there was now a part of himself inside his boy. Everywhere Same touched brought waves of sensation to shoot through his metal and straight to his spark, the smell of the boys pheromones as they went into overdrive filled the air, his systems felt like they were going to overload and his spark had never felt so close to an energy discharge as it did now.
“Sam!”
“Bee! So good! Can’t stop! Don’t stop! Please!”
Sam was close, his breath was coming in short pants and he was trying so hard to gulp down what air he could. He moved even faster, listening as Bee scrambled through the stations and found an even faster beat and trying to keep the pace with the movements of his hips. So much pleasure, Sam could feel the peak. He was close, so close and then he was there. His back arched back, fitting into the space between the seats, he brought both hands to the backrest of the chairs and ran his nails over them as he screamed out his ecstasy. He felt the car shake almost violently and then stop, only letting a small tremor run through the metal frame.
Still in trapped in the afterglow, Sam let his top half fall and drape across the dash as he placed an occasional kiss, his words mumbling out of his mouth that he didn’t really pay attention to, just knew that he felt them.
“Love you Bee. Love you so much.”
“I love you too Sam”
Songs:
“Bad case of loving you,” by Robert Palmer
“How do I tell her,” by Luther Vandross
“Here comes the Rain again,” by Eurythmics