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You and The Grey Man first met in a room. What kind of room? A room, tiles filling the flooring as far as the eye can see, and the rest is an endless sky. There, you met him, The Grey Man.
You noticed him, originally standing in a T-Pose formation, but once you lightly stroked his joints, his body came to life. Every joint your fingertips came into contact with, would come to life. Wished for a hand to hold? Just a wrist turn away. Wanted to enlarge his asscheeks?.....Either way, anything you wanted, could easily be obtained.
However, despite all the endless possibilities you could do with him, it was soulless, just a mannequin, there for you to pose and daydream to. There would be no way anyone would understand your woes. All of them would react in a similar fashion:
"A Grey man?? In an endless tile room-you're seriously crazy, you know?"'
"...What? No, there's no such thing. Go outside and get a life."
"You've fallen in love with a mannequin that's not even alive? Hold on, what the fuck do you mean you enlarged its asscheeks for a free pillow??"
"Kill yourself."
"Why. Why are you telling this to me. I don't care how horribly delusional you are."
"Do you want me to get you a therapist? Though, I don't think even a therapist can help you."
All of them could never understand. He was always there for you. You yearned for a day when he'd finally be someone who could reciprocate his feelings.
Just one miracle.
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As if the Gods were listening to your prayers, the tiled room soon housed two living souls.
The Grey Man, once a mannequin, was now a living man, filled with a soul that could love, feel emotions, and other endless possibilities.
His head shined with the absence of hair, his eyes a gorgeous shade of grey, with his skin still being the signature grey it always was. A body, muscular and fit, he's everything you've ever dreamed of.
Yet, despite his life, he was unable to speak. No matter what you tried, asking him, poking him, scaring him, no sound ever left those perfect lips of his. Those stupid, pretty lips that you've kissed on multiple occasions, yet now with him being alive, proved to be near impossible to attempt.
"Hello? Helloooooooo?! Speak to me! Come on! Speak to me!"
...
Silence. Nothing. Your perfect dream, ruined just by the absence of speech, but, the rest is still enough.
You reach up to grab his cheek, staring into his grey orbs, so full of life, and hesitantly meet your lips to his. There's no opposing force. He moves, on his own, to hold you by the waist, kissing you back passionately. Finally, you got the wish you wanted.
He's alive, finally there to love you as anyone else would, but he's special. Someone you've bonded with for years, despite his inability to reciprocate any of your feelings, and finally, you know your love is mutual.
Though, your situation is now slightly strange, considering the last scenario you placed him in, was putting him in a circular, hip-height tube, large enough to maybe fit a table, enough for maybe 3 people? You don't know why you even placed him here, you can't seem to recall. Seriously, where you are right now makes you wonder if you should take that one person up on their therapist offer. But forget about that.
"You're someone I adore, you know? I love you so much, for so long, I don't care what other people think."
He strikes a pose at your affirming words, bringing a smile to your face.
It hits you like a submarine when you finally remember the giant ass you blessed him with. How does he even feel about it? You gave him his massive ass out of your own selfishness, but now that he's alive, you feel a wave of both shame and amusement wash over you.
"Uh...so...are you fine with the giant, astronomically large ass I gave you or do you want me to change it..?"
He shows a thumbs up, completely unbothered. He does not mind the ass.
You bid him farewell for a while, now that you need to focus on your life, outside of being with The Grey Man. You leave the tile room, back to the real world, in your bed, with an iPad that can bring you to him at the press of a button. You place the iPad on the bed, and leave the house, having slight regret for leaving The Grey Man so suddenly.
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You've gone through your whole day, and feel awful. You tried telling people about how he's come to life, yet unsurprisingly, everyone shamed you:
"Leave me alone, what the fuck."
"Get a life."
"God you're thirsty. A whole ocean wouldn't be enough."
"...What?"
"You have a living mannequin in your iPad? What kind of shit have you been taking??"
Whatever. It doesn't matter. They don't matter. You have The Grey Man, no one else matters.
You pop open Magic Poser, open The Grey Man's tile room, and reconnect with your beloved. He stands there, lifeless, until you touch him, reawakening him. He greets you with a stiff wave, while you greet him with a big embrace. You chat and rant about your life, with his reactions ranging from what you assume is laughter, shock, basically most emotions.
Every day passes pretty much the same, you meet him, chat, do real-life work, go home, and go back to talk with him. You've hung out with him in picnics, chatting, anything that you could bring into the tile room, you'd try to make the most out of.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and soon, a whole year had passed with your relationship with him.
You visit him in the tile room, reminding him of the fact that it's your year anniversary! His grey eyes stare into yours. You feel the strong bond and connection you have formed throughout the year, hitting you all at once. You've grown so much together, how could you not adore him? As he stares, he leans his body nearer to yours, capturing you in both a kiss and embrace.
"I love you so much, God." You push him down onto the tiles, lips still locked together, your hand reaching down to pull down both of your waistbands.
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Your hands lock his above his head, your clothes discarded to who knows where. You lick a few fingers of your free hand, and moisten your hole, stretching it out for your first time. You lift yourself up, and hold his already-stiffened cock in your hand, giving it a few pumps before aligning it with your hole.
"I-I love you, I love you."
You slide down a portion of his cock into your hole, eliciting moans from you. (but not him, he can't speak for whatever reason.) Little by little, you slide down onto his cock, until you've fully stuck it inside. You sit there for a few seconds, mind completely blank from pleasure, before you lift yourself up and begin to slowly ride his cock. Every single thrust sends a current of pleasure throughout your body, until you feel your high slowly approaching.
Every thrust, every movement, feels perfect, you're here, with the love of your life, finally able to stay with him, and be together. You feel it, your high, hitting you hard. You close your eyes from the sheer feeling, and reopen them-
Everything is black.
You're sitting on something cushiony, like...a...bed? Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you see:
You're sitting on your bed, your iPad off to the side, the Magic Poser app having crashed.
You frantically reopen the app to find out all your data has been cleared. Every part of it.
He's gone.
You'll never be able to see him again.
Ever.
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...Maybe you really should take up that offer for a therapist.