Caught: Optimus Prime & Sam Witwicky

-Sfortuna

-Transformers-

The problem with your girlfriend breaking up with you is that utter lack of any female sexual contact. Sam could be described as a lot of things, but free and easy with his affections was not one of them. He had never been into the one night stand, collecting chicks scene that seemed to be the goal of the majority of the male population at college. Whether or not they actually believed in it or just talked it up in order to outdo other guys, a completely different story. Sam Witwicky was not that kind of dude, so with Mikaela his now ex-girlfriend he had to turn to his first friend in these matters. Good ol' right hand. Another problem occurred in this scenario: since he no longer had a girlfriend his roommate, Leo, was not amenable to being sexiled so his roomie could get his rocks off.

Leo's opinion on this matter, as he told it to Sam, "Welcome to single-dom again bro. Take care of it in the showers like the rest of us poor lonely freshman."

Avoiding frats, not having any luck with the female population on campus, Leo being utterly uncooperative, and feeling just plain weird about masturbating in an bathroom with at least 10 other showers and rows of sinks... Sam found himself beyond frustrated. After finishing out the school year with no girlfriend, his brain still pulling off freaky fast memorization and comprehension, and his parents helping him move back home Sam could be said to be more than ready for some alone Happy Time.

Just try telling that to his alien robot car.

"Listen Bee, I love you, you know that." Sam stood outside with his hands pressed together in prayer fashion in front of his face, barely holding together what patience he had. "But I've been living in a building full of girls and guys my own age and that does crazy things to a person. Especially to me. I'm used to just dealing with the dogs and my parents, and now you. But all these barely adult kids? All those hormones and pheromones and other biological stuff floating in the air? It's driven me a little nuts so I just need a little personal time."

Sam finished his monologue with an uptight sigh. Bumblebee, incognito as a very expensive Camaro, noticeably drooped on his tires.

"I understand Sam." Of course the scout didn't really, but he had spent enough time with Sam to know that not understanding and weirdness were just part of the norm for the budding adult. As usually happened, either Bee would come to an understanding of what was going on via the internet or Sam would eventually explain things. After some time and cooling down of course.

"Thank you. So could you please just, drive around the block or something? Some space? I want to make the most of my parents being gone, I'm lucky Dad got Mom to leave the house for a romantic dinner or whatever it is they do in the evening." One of his hands dropped to his side while the other pinched the bridge of his nose.

Bumblebee made a low cooing noise, wishing he could help ease the tension that vibrated in Sam. His human friend didn't take well to unlooked for and unwanted help so he simply complied with his wishes and slowly drove off. Sam watched from the driveway, just to be sure that his guardian was actually driving off into the night, before running into the house with relief coursing through his system. As he pounded up the stairs, suppressed arousal drove away the relief and left him half-hard and ready for Sam's Happy Time. Self consciously checking his windows that his parents hadn't come back incredibly early or that Bee hadn't snuck back, he picked up Mojo and dumped him in the hall. After closing and locking the door he collapsed on his bed and just relaxed into the covers.

Sam kicked off his shoes and just let the warm arousal course through his body without the worries that Leo or one of his friends would waltz into the room unannounced. Or that his Mom or Dad would yell up the stairs for him. Or that Bumblebee would transform and peek into the window to see what his human friend was up to.

"Thank God..." Sam sighed as he slowly reached for his belt buckle and undid the steel and leather restraints. Savoring the freedom of his movements, he slipped the metal button out of the jean hole and lowered his zipper. Already half-hard, his cock bobbed in the less restraining material of his boxers, trying to peak through the slit. He curled his left arm around his stomach, straightened his right leg out and triangled his left in so that his knee pointed away from his body. Sam snuggled down into the bedding, now in his favored masturbation position, and let his left hand stroke across his lower abdomen. While no athlete, his stomach was flat and there were slight dips in the shape of a six pack. He had loved it when Mikaela would kiss and nibble her way down it, the skin soft and sensitive. He moaned as his hand mimicked the explorations of another, and his right hand edged his jeans and boxers down until he needed both hands to pull them over his now fully hard dick.

His right hand curled around the angry-looking flesh as his left scraped their nails through the thin trail of hair between his navel and pubes. An elongated groan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and arched into his own hands. Sam was immediately lost to the long-anticipated sensations and therefore oblivious to the Peterbilt that stealthily pulled up to the Witwicky household and changed into a much larger bipedal robot. Alerted by the sounds coming from the open windows, Optimus Prime walked over to Sam's room and peeked into the windows, half-afraid of what he would see. It was clear to him that Sam was not in pain; it appeared to the Cybertronian that the reasons for the human sounds were from the self-stimulation he observed.

Sam gripped his cock firmly and set up a slow stroke, palming the head on the upstroke and smearing the thin fluid there. His left hand continued to play with his stomach, tracing the indents of muscle and thumbing hipbones, occasionally going so far down as to tug on his pubes for a little titillating pain. His hips slowly rocked into the sensations he evoked from his body and smiled at the relief that was in his near future. He alternated the squeezing pressure on his dick in preparation for increasing his speed.

Tilting his head in curiosity, not for a minute thinking that his watching could be considered invasive at the very least, Optimus searched the internet for a name for the activity that Sam participated in. Eventually he found not only a name, but descriptions on technique, videos, pictures, requests... Masturbation. Self-pleasure. This was how human males relieved sexual tension when they could not, or would not, find a partner, willing or otherwise, to participate in sexual acts with. It made sense to Optimus; he knew that Mikaela and Sam had aroused each other and it was probable that they had taken that arousal to it's inevitable conclusion. With Mikaela gone and Bumblebee reporting that Sam did not engage in such activities with another female, it only made sense that such urges, after remaining unfulfilled, needed to be taken care of. It was a simple biological need that didn't have an exact equivalent to Cybertronians, but was surprisingly easy to understand.

Sam sped up the motions of his right hand, letting the fingers of his left dig into his side as he half-hugged himself and breathed heavily. Sweat beaded on his forehead and unshaven face, formed under his arms and on his chest, and his muscles rhythmically contracted and relaxed. Optimus watched him as he squirmed on the bed, every movement aimed at increasing his own pleasure. Sam flicked at the sensitive underside near the head, gasped and shuddered, and his eyes involuntarily opened.

For a minute nothing registered in his brain. Then his bedroom and the head of Optimus Prime outside his window impressed upon his foggy mind and his actions abruptly came to a stop. Sam jerked into a seating position, hand cradling his raging erection with the opposing needs to finish what he started and hide it from Optimus. Sweat dripped down his nose in those few seconds that it took him to fully realize what exactly was going on.

"Optimus? What are you doing?" he asked in a strangled voice. His shoulders shook from repressed need and he gripped his cock harder to keep from absentmindedly stroking himself. As embarrassed as he should have been, and wanted to be, he had been waiting for this for way too damn long and needed relief now.

"I came to speak with you and was worried when I did not see Bumblebee. When I heard the sounds coming from your room I became afraid that something was wrong." the Autobot leader answered truthfully.

"As you can see, I'm a little busy right now." His hips twitched into his hand and he groaned, feeling his cheeks heat in embarrassment. The movement brought Optimus' attention down to Sam's crotch, which did nothing for Sam's current state.

"Yes, I can see that. I am curious to see what masturbation looks like in a personal setting. The videos I have found are strangely... staged."

Sam sighed, his body twitching in unrelieved arousal. "That's because most of the stuff on the internet is porn, and supposed to be watched. They're staged to fulfill certain fantasies." Over the years Sam had found that getting angry and incredibly upset in such situations never resolved anything. So he strived to speak as logically as he could when explaining matters. It just really really really sucked when he had to explain something awkward. "This is supposed to be private, which is why I sent Bumblebee away. And why I waited until my parents weren't home."

Optimus cocked his head for a better angle on the shivering young adult. "My apologies Sam. I simply thought it best to learn from an unpolluted source."

Sam existed on a hair-trigger at this point. "Listen," He paused as he found that his thumb circled the mushroom like head of his dick, adding to the trembling and aching. "I'm going to let this slide and you can finish watching under two conditions; one, you don't tell anyone about this. And I mean anyone. If you ever have any questions about this you ask me in private. Two, let me finish in peace and quiet!" His left hand fisted the covers by his hip.

"I am amenable to those conditions. Please, continue."

Sam exhaled gustily and tried to ignore that he had just agreed to let a robot, Optimus fucking Prime, watch him jack off. And then he thanked God that he had not gotten so embarrassed as to lose his erection and then wait for another opportunity. Blue balls would become a horrible reality if Sam did not take care of this issue right this very second.

Rearranging his pillows and getting back into his favored position, Sam ran his left hand soothingly down his own chest and closed his eyes. He slipped back into that wonderful dark place of pleasure almost instantly. After two strokes he hurriedly pushed his shirt up to his neck so wouldn't get any come on it. He let his left hand massage around his pubic bone as his right got to that perfect grip and quick pace that would bring him off. He sweated and shuddered, his hips thrusting in time to the jerking of his hand, not bothering to stifle his moans and occasional sharp cry of delight.

Optimus zeroed in on Sam's body, finding himself unaccountably flustered. Is this what humans did to pleasure themselves? The videos he had quickly scanned in his internet search had all seemed so degrading but this... there existed a shameless honesty in it. In a way, it endeared Sam to Optimus.

Inhaling sharply, Sam's breath hitched as at last the the ache exploded in his balls and lower spine to a dizzying pleasure that whited out the backs of his eyelids and stiffened his every muscle. Only vaguely did he feel his come pulse onto his chest, stomach, and slide down his cock to his grasping hand. His body abruptly slackened and let the last of the sensations lazily course through his veins. Sam gently caressed his softening dick and sighed in relief. There was nothing that a good jerk couldn't solve.

He opened his eyes and reached out for the tissues on his nightstand to wipe away the evidence. He felt like he should be disconcerted at the way Optimus stared unblinkingly at him. Except everything was now so much better in his world so it didn't really matter that the Autobot leader was technically eyeing his goods after watching him get off. At least it wasn't another near-death experience, right?

"So. How was that?" Sam rasped, finding his mouth parched and dropping into a lower register than what he usually spoke in.

The Prime struggled to find the correct wording; something suitably complimentary without sounding too... what was the word? Perverted. Complimentary but not creepy.

"Rivetingly educational," the Cybertronian replied.

Sam laughed as he tossed the tissues in the nearby trash can and enjoyed the laxness in his body. He knew he would have to pull his shirt back down and pull his pants up but figured he had at least a few more minutes to shamelessly enjoy himself.

"Thanks, I guess. Just remember what you promised." Sam smiled at Optimus as a stray thought came to mind. "You know, it's funny you guys never caught anyone before. I mean, you hang out with soldiers most of the time and they're pretty, uhm, explicit a lot of the time. And when Mikaela and I were dating, well, insatiable would be a good description of what was going on there."

Optimus rumbled a sound that was more likely than not a chuckle. "Bumblebee has 'caught' you and Mikaela engaging in sexual acts before. He was simply too embarrassed to mention it. Or watch, for that matter."

Sam huffed a sigh of annoyance, but didn't really feel it the way he should have. Mikaela was out of his life, Bumblebee was too shy to talk about sex with him, and Optimus Prime had watched him masturbate. Life was strangely okay at this moment.

-Transformers-

I blame Michael Bay for reminding me of my childhood cartoons and revamping them into awesome. Sure, the Transformers movie franchise isn't the greatest, well, anything really, but it tickles my funny bone and has ass-kicking robots turning into hot cars and military vehicles. I can't help that I'm shameless in playing with toys that aren't mine. And Shia LaBeouf, no matter what you have to say about his acting abilities (or possible lack thereof) is dorkily cute. I mean, the guy was on the Disney channel for crying out loud.