Justin kept watching the clock all day, he couldn't wait to get home and unwrap his new toy.
"Hey, Justin, here's you IT Journal and Mens Exercise Mag," said Mort wheeling his trolley up to the IT Department's windowless office. Mort swaggered into the office, and up to Justin's desk. He lingered.
Justin looked up from the computer circuit boards he were trying to link up (why doesn't the company buy new machines instead of trying to get him to upgrade the old ones with incompatible parts. He would make it fit somehow).
He inhaled, he hadn't seen Mort up close since he upgraded him with the Chronivac. The guy was really really hot. His bulge was obviously engorged as he leaned across Justin's desk.
"Lately, I've been getting compliments from some of the ladies and guys in the office. I figure they're pranking me, but it helped me get a bit of courage. Uh, I hope I'm not out of line, Justin, but I sort of am crushing on you. Not sure if you feel the same or not. But hey, would you like to go on a date tonight after work?"
"Uh, well, I've got to go by my house first, but yeah, sure. Where would you like to go, Mort?"
"I know where you live, I'll be by to pick you up at 6 PM, if that's okay, Justin?"
Stalker much? Damn, the new improved muscled Mort could easily have his way with him, thought Justin, but maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Justin hurriedly soldered a patch connection to the old mother board, and starting to put the computer back together. Damn, Mort was hot.
Justin hurried home, but there was an accident on the interstate, so he only got home at 5:45 pm. He had only 15 minutes to get ready for his date. He opened his satchel and put his anatomically correct Lance Hundul doll on the shelf next to his maquettes of Batman and Spiderman.
From the doorway, he heard Mort's now deep sultry voice.
"Hey, Justin, how's it hanging?"
"You're early, I haven't had a chance to change yet."
"Don't change, I like you just the way you are," said Mort as he closed and locked the front door, "You know you really shouldn't leave your door unlocked, you never know who might come in."
The six foot four stud draped his arm around Justin's shoulder, and passionately started to kiss him.
"Mmf-mmmm," moaned Justin as Mort's tongue silenced the words he was going to say - whatever those were.
He must've done more than pump Mort up, maybe the Chronivac increased his hormones to balance out or maintain his new physique or maybe Justin accidentally adjusted something. His shirt was now on the floor, next to his empty shoes and one sock, his belt was undone, and his pants would soon follow. He never had sex on the first date. It was a rule....rules were made to be broken.