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After a long, dragging day at the precinct, Hank is more than ready to come home and fucking unwind.
While there is no guarantee he won’t get called in tomorrow, Hank cannot help but appreciate the illusion of the weekend. The prospect of not waking up before noon is very exciting, as pathetic as it sounds. His sleeping schedule has improved dramatically since — But, anyway. Still great to sleep in.
In a particularly good mood, Hank decides to go all out once he gets home. Really treat himself. After making sure Sumo is taken care of, he kicks off his shoes and orders some food from his favorite takeout joint. These days, Hank seldom enjoys greasy, unhealthy food, so the taste of the orange chicken when it hits his tastebuds is near orgasmic.
Speaking of orgasms. . .
Hank watches TV as he, admittedly, overeats. He chews on the idea of masturbating once he’s done with dinner. That’s another thing that has reemerged as a result of less drinking and proper medication, Hank’s libido. At his most depressed, he barely even thought about sex and pleasure. A far cry from the vital young man he was in his prime. Still, everything is in working order. No need for any little blue pills, which has to count for something, right?
Hank may have been down to clown in his youth but he’s far past what he would consider age-appropriate for one-night stands. A personal preference. Work keeps him so busy that it would be difficult to find the time anyway. But the return of his sex drive was so exciting that he needed to celebrate somehow . And what better way than turning to modern technology? Hank is known for dragging his feet when it comes to technological innovation but he is no fool. If there’s one bright side to living in this day and age, it is undoubtedly the advancements in the sex toy industry.
Before he was married, Hank proudly owned a few fleshlights. Some of the female variety, some of the male variety. Never a mouth mold, though, because those were just plain disturbing. At least the one’s he ran across. Yeah, sometimes positioning them was awkward, and cleanup was always a bitch, but all in all the pleasure made up for that. Some men probably feel ashamed for humping into a piece of plastic, but Hank is too old to care about that needless shit. He just wants to get off while he’s still able.
So when a lonely night prompted him to take a gander online, Hank was in no position to turn down a new and improved version of one of the classics! It took maybe four minutes before he was grabbing his credit card to make a purchase. Anticipation begins to bubble in his chest when he remembers the fleshlight he bought a few weeks ago. It feels like forever since he last used it.
Plan decided, Hank rests on the couch after he’s done eating. He needs to digest for a bit before he even thinks of getting up, let alone masturbating.
Once he feels comfortable moving around, Hank decides to peek outside. He hates being interrupted when he’s taking care of business. Hank is amused to see Sumo jumping around in the yard. The silly dog is trying to catch fireflies. Satisfied that Sumo will be entertained for the time being, Hank heads to his bedroom. Normally, he’d keep any sex toys he owned in his nightstand, but considering this one's size he didn’t really have a choice. Hank opens his closet.
The fleshlight is slumped against the wall, sitting on the ground exactly where Hank left it a few days ago. It looks at him blearily as light floods into the dark closet. Hank wishes he could order it to follow him, but as it doesn’t have full limbs, he will have to suffer through the hassle. Silently, Hank grabs the fleshlight and takes it with him back to the living room.
With the TV on in the background, Hank begins getting himself worked up. He looks over the toy, fingers skimming across its pale skin. The fleshlight is outrageously realistic, modeled after a human male. Well, ‘realistic’ outside of it having all four limbs amputated at the medial joint. It has a bunch of cute moles and freckles splattered randomly on its body, sporting big brown eyes and plump lips. Hank’s favorite part, however, is its holes. The toy has a dainty, petal-soft pussy and a tight little asshole.
Hank spreads the fleshlight’s pussy, wanting to make sure he properly cleaned it after using it last time. To his surprise, it isn’t dry in the slightest. “Huh?” Upon further inspection, Hank realizes it isn’t leftover cum but lubricant. “Damn. The wonders of technology.”
The fleshlight wiggles as he drags it closer to him. Hank can’t seem to find a comfortable angle for himself so he sets his toy on the ground, leaving its stumps in the air and holes easily assessable. “There we go,” Hank sighs. This position leaves the fleshlight’s mouth brushing against the dirty carpet but Hank doesn’t think he’ll be using that hole tonight so doesn’t worry about it much.
Hank glances up at the TV and watches it for a few minutes when it manages to catch his interest. Once it goes to commercials, he looks back down at the sex toy in front of him.
The toy’s asshole is winking at him, making Hank’s fingers twitch, but that isn’t what he’s in the mood for. The fleshlight’s vulva is so pretty. It glistens under the light of the TV, flushed a gorgeous indigo color. Hank slides two fingers inside it and starts pumping them. In response, the toy squirms in Hank’s lap. Sometimes that feature is annoying but with the way it's positioned, the movement only serves to make its ass meat jiggle. Hank groans as his cock stiffens at the sight.
Pulling out his fingers, Hank smacks the toy’s ass. It yelps and writhes at the sudden spank. Hank enjoys watching the plastic and silicone ripple, so he hits it again and again. But no matter how much he hits it, no handprints are left as a result. Hank is disappointed in this but maybe they’ll fix that in the next model. It’d be nice to leave bruises, if only for an hour or two.
Hank lifts himself up enough so he can slide off his boxers, panting by the end of it. Typically he’d contemplate the fact he can barely take off his clothes without becoming winded but he’s too horny for that sad shit right now.
Hank dips his fingers in the fleshlight again, coating them in lube. He then uses the slickness to lazily jerk his cock. With a generous endowment like he has, Hank’s able to slap his cock against the fleshlight’s pussy without leaning forward. Hank traces the silicone hymen with his free hand, humming thoughtfully. “Hope I don’t rip this shit,” he murmurs, recalling a toy he had a few decades ago that busted against his girth. The fleshlight whines desperately, making Hank think that Sumo is crying to be let inside before he realizes the noise is coming from the machine. “You’re built to last, though, right?” He chuckles.
Done with teasing himself, Hank scoops up the fleshlight and positions it upright. Holding it by the hips, he drags its pussy along his cock and moans loudly at the friction. Hank looks up out of curiosity and notes with no small amount of arousal that it appears to be crying. Tears are streaming down its pretty blue face, mouth open and panting. It’s just so cute that Hank can’t fight the urge to lean in for a kiss. Normally he doesn’t kiss his sex toys, but this one is practically begging for it. And he can do whatever he likes with it, at the end of the day.
After a thorough snog, Hank leans back comfortably on his couch and guides the fleshlight onto his aching cock. He hisses in pleasure, astonished by how tight and wet the toy feels.
Hank’s so thankful you don’t have to wait for toys to adjust. He sits the fleshlight down to the root of his cock, lifts it slowly, then slams it back down. Hank begins using the toy roughly, thinking only of his pleasure. The toy’s manufactured ridges feel so good sliding along the meat of his cock. He loves how the hole feels endless, unlike a human vagina. Really, you just can’t beat this. Hank understands why the birth rate has decreased so much in recent years.
Hank relishes in the feeling of his heavy balls hitting the silicone labia of the fleshlight, trying to ignore how tired this is making his arms.
Far too quickly the exertion is too much for Hank to bear. He pulls the fleshlight off his cock and looks around the room for a solution. Hank’s legs are stronger than anything else, so if he could just find a way to prop the toy up. . . The couch is too short, and Hank doesn’t want to walk all the way to the bedroom. His dilated eyes fall on the large kitchen trashcan. “Bingo.”
Grabbing the toy by one of its leg stumps, Hank walks into the kitchen and opens up the trashcan. It isn’t empty, but it’s empty enough to fit the toy inside. Holding the trashcan open with the foot mechanism, he drops the toy inside. Hank goes to continue, but it’s still a bit too high, so he pushes the toy forcibly into the garbage until its pussy is at the perfect height. “Fuckin’ finally,” Hank cusses, eager to continue.
Hank takes hold of his cock and pumps it a few times before lining it up with the slobbering pussy sticking out of the trashcan. He moans in satisfaction once he’s somewhat deep, pounding into the toy.
The metal of the trashcan screeches and thuds as Hank thrusts, but the annoyance is lost on him. His balls tighten and Hank realizes he won’t be able to shave off his orgasm any longer. Crying out, Hank buries himself as deep as he can go into the fleshlight and shoots his cum inside it.
“Ah. . .” Hank groans, breathing heavily as the last few spurts of cum leave his cock.
Reluctantly, Hank withdrawals from the plastic hole, grabbing a roll of paper towels to wipe off his cock. Cleaned up, he glances back at the trashcan and smiles. He takes a second to catch his breath before switching gears.
Hank gently gathers Connor out of the bin, brushing off the garbage sticking to him. He made sure earlier there was nothing overly foul inside but with the scene over Hank can’t wait to get them both cleaned up. His main priority is to make sure Connor is alright, after all. Hank sets him on the kitchen counter and starts carefully cleaning him up. The android’s expression is satisfied but fragile. “You did so well, sweetheart,” Hank says softly.
Connor sniffles, offering a watery smile. “I really liked that.” His voice is genuine.
Hank kisses Connor’s soapy forehead. “I hope it was everything you imagined. . .”
The cheeky android giggles. “Better than.”
“You’ve got quite the imagination, kid.” To think. . . All those people, from various coworkers to strangers at the supermarket, would be endlessly scandalized to realize Hank is not the sick fuck in their relationship. All they see is an innocent, boyish Android being taken advantage of by a creepy old man. But Connor is the one who batted his long eyelashes last month and said without skipping a beat, “ Hank, would you be interested in acting out a sexual fantasy wherein I am merely a sex toy for you to use at your leisure ?” Ha. If they only knew. “Now lemme go grab your arms and legs so we can walk Sumo.”