I was set to leave Space Station ML-3 the following day on a two-year exploratory mission to the Agmar Sector of the galaxy, a journey that would take two years. It was a two-man mission, and as captain I had the option of selecting either a human or an android as my co-pilot. I had seen enough of the available androids to have made up my mind weeks ago, but I didn't want to seem too eager, so I waited to announce my selecion. I had a steady female friend, so I didn't think anyone would be suspicious of my choice, but it never hurts to be careful.

Now, just 22 hours before my departure, I sent for Android Braden 1 for my pre-mission interview. Braden 1 is a masterpiece. Better yet, he is my idea of physical perfection, and 'droids resemble humans to the point that only their builders can tell them from the real thing. The icing on the cake, though, is that androids are anatomically correct in every detail, and, so I've been told, are programmed to fulfill the wishes (and desires) of their masters, including those of a sexual nature.

Braden 1 stood before me in my quarters, looking absolutely beautiful. His facial features were wonderfully androgynous; in his cadet's uniform, he was magnificently beautiful. I could think of no better word to describe him. (I was already thinking of the 'droid as human.)

I asked him the usual questions and briefed him on the mission. Then I ordered him to remove all his clothing. He did so without hesitation and stood at attention.

I popped an instant erection. Braden 1's body was absolutely stunning, virtually hairless except for a small, hazel-colored patch above his penis. His skin was lightly tanned with no imperfections except for a dime-sized brown spot on his left butt-cheek. His hair was blond and rather long, his eyes were a deep blue, and his butt was mouth-watering -- round and smooth, the perfect ass. But his cock -- it was long and it was thick and it was soft. Years of experience told me that it measured almost exactly six inches in its flaccid state, and with its width it was an awe-inspiring sight. It was even uncircumcised! Beneath the beautiful shaft hung very large and hairless testicles.

Braden 1 had passed every test but one. It was time for that one.

"Braden 1," I said, "if I told you to go to your knees, unbutton my pants, pull my penis out and suck it, what would you do?"

"I would do as you command," the 'droid said. "I will do whatever you wish."

"Are you capable of swallowing?"

"It is one of my abilities."

"You can swallow semen?"

"Of course."

"Your anus is capable of accepting a human penis?"

"I am completely human in every respect except that I am ... not human." And it smiled.

"You have no objection to having sex with your captain?" I asked.

"I would consider it an honor to serve my captain in any capacity he desires," the 'droid replied.

"Good," I said, and sighed, satisfied. "Go tell your creator that I have selected you as my mission co-pilot. I'll see you at the launch site at 0800 tomorrow."

With all of the post-launch responsibilities we had, it was two days before we had time for any kind of relaxation. We were traveling at greater than the speed of light, but it was going to be a long trip.

"Braden," I said, dropping the number because from this point I wanted to think of it as fully human, "let's put this baby on auto-pilot and retire to my quarters."

Once inside, I began to remove my clothing and told the 'droid to do the same. It did so unquestioningly.

"Braden," I told the robot, "on this mission, when we are alone, I will use every opportunity to enjoy sex with you. I have already provided you with my desires and preferences. You are to fulfill those desires to the best of your abilities. If you were human, I would do the same for you."

The 'droid cocked its head slightly. "May I remind the captain that I am fully functional as a human. I know the proper responses to any kind of sexual stimulation and I suggest that our activities will be more enjoyable to you if you think of me as human and perform with me as you would if I were a human male. My responses to your stimulations should satisfy you and make our activities more pleasant and real to you."

I smiled. "Braden, you are remarkable."

"Thank you, Captain," he replied, lying on the bed and spreading his legs. He indeed knew my desires.

"May I request that the captain suck my penis?" the 'droid said.

I decided to solve this little situation right from the start. "Braden, we're having sex. Remember your programming. When we do this, I am not your captain. We are equals. Understand?"

"Shut up, get your hot ass in bed, and suck this big fucking cock!" the 'droid replied.

That was more like it.

I crawled on the bed and went down on him, running my hands over his deliciously smooth thighs. His cock, so impressive soft, was monstrous erect. I calculated its length as eleven-plus inches, with a rather distinct upward curve, and a width of two-and-a-half inches. I had been taught by an 18-year-old cadet years before, when we were both in training, how to deep throat a large cock. His had been nine inches long. It was good practice, and though I hadn't sucked a cock in a few years, it all came back to me. Since Braden gasped and arched his hips as I sucked, I knew I was doing a good job. His reactions were based on the quality of my performance.

"Blow me, baby!" the 'droid gasped, putting its hands on either side of my head and forcing me down on his entire length. "You want my hot young ass? Huh? Shove a couple of fingers up my ass, man, and make me squirm while you blow me!"

I was so turned on I almost couldn't stand it. Never had I been so turned on by sex, or by sex talk. When I returned from this mission, I wanted to do some research to find out who programmed the robots to respond to sexual stimulation. It was remarkably realistic.

My fingers were buried all the way up the 'droid's "asshole," which was warm and very tight. "Oh, fuck, man!" Braden gasped. "I'm gonna cum, sir!"

I could forgive the robot its slip back to calling me 'sir.' I was probably overheating its sex circuits!

And then the 'droid came. Literally. I felt volley after volley of warm, thick, and slightly salty fluid fire into my mouth. I swallowed as hard and as fast as I could, but some of it ran down the corners of my mouth. The "orgasm" was so potent that I felt it wasn't quite realistic. It's a shame I couldn't tell the 'droid's creator he had programmed too much cum into his robot!

The flow finally stopped, and then the 'droid leaned forward and licked up the semen that had run down the corners of my mouth. Then he kissed me, sliding his tongue in my mouth. My fingers slipped out of his hole, and I embraced him and we kissed.

"Fuck me, sir," the 'droid whispered in my ear. It was both a request and an urgent appeal. And the fact that he called me 'sir' this time aroused me to an even greater hardness, if that was possible. The 'sir' was obviously meant to convey to me that, in this instance, I was the captain and he was my subordinate. He was telling me to take him, use him, because he was giving himself to me.

I lifted the smooth legs, marveling at the life-like quality of the skin. He reached down and spread his cheeks wide for me, revealing a magnificently realistic butthole. I went down on it, running my tongue over its silky pinkness, and the 'droid gasped and moaned. "Lick me," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "Eat my hole!"

I savored its taste and its smoothness. It looked so innocent, so .... virgin. I suppose it was, actually. I put my lips against it and kissed it.

"Fuck me," the 'droid said again. More urgently this time.

Its asshole was wet and slimy from my tongue bath, but it didn't yield to my cock easily. Braden gasped, whimpered, and begged me to push it in him. I leaned forward, and the head suddenly pushed past the sphincter. He cried out, but when I stopped in alarm, he gasped, "No, no, fuck me, fuck me hard, sir!"

I did. We embraced again as I fucked him, and he kissed me with an intense passion that aroused me beyond any level of previous arousal. Suddenly I felt a wetness between our bodies and realized he had cum again! His cock, untouched by anything except our bodies pressing together, spewed another load. Braden's second orgasm brought me over the edge. I gasped, pushed into him as far as I could, and seemed to cum forever.

We had showered and recovered from our feverish fuck-fest and were back on the ship's small bridge. I looked at Braden and smiled, and he returned the smile. My smile was one of gratitude; his was one of promise. There would be much more sex in our future.

I flipped the communications switch. "Captain Marcus Gibbs to Earth Station ML-3."

After a slight pause: "ML-3 here, Captain. Problems?"

"No, ML-3, on the contrary. Please give my regards to the creator of Android Braden 1. He has passed all tests so far with flying colors."

I thought I detected a quick gasp next to me, but knew it was my imagination.

This time, ML-3's delay was quite a bit longer. Finally: "Repeat, Captain Gibbs. I believe I misunderstood. Android Braden 1's creator, Braden Andersen, is your co-captain on this mission."

Slowly I turned to face my "android," which had a very un-android-like crimson color in its cheeks. "Sorry, sir," he said softly.

"I knew that," I said testily into the mike. "It was a joke, ML-3. Gibbs out."

I saw Braden swallow. "Uh....well, Captain, when Braden 1 reported to me as you ordered, I asked it to replay your conversation, so I knew.... I mean, I'm a qualified co-pilot, sir, and I've always admired you tremendously, sir, and I .... Oh, shit," he finished lamely.

"Dammit, Mister," I growled menacingly, "I ought to .... "

"Make me suck your cock, sir?" the beautiful man next to me finished sheepishly.

I looked at him for a long time before leaning back, unbuttoning my pants, and allowing him to proceed. He convinced me that I had the right co-pilot.