Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 18:17:31 EDT From: RJC555657@aol.com Subject: Making Boys Hard as Rock! Chapter 1: Introduction and Prologue Disclaimer: This is a tale of gay erotic fiction. Any resemblence to living people or events is purely coincidental. It features graphic sexual contact between and among boys, teens, and adult men (b/b, t/t, b/M, M/M). If this is beyond comprehension, is ill-suited to your desires, or it is found to be unacceptable to the reader, please DO NOT read this story. However, if you consider the nude male body to be a living work of art, enjoy reading about the comparisons of the nude male form to nude statuary, and are fascinated by the beauty of the moving anatomy of all the intricate superficial parts found on men and boys, including those in the pre teen to 17 year range .....then I hope you can enjoy this piece. If it is illegal to read this kind of material in your neck of the woods, please refrain from reading further and delete the contents, and move on to a non-homosexual love story, of which there are plenty of on the internet. SYNOPSIS: This story is all about raw lust and sexual desire for the young male form......of classifying young boys as the cornerstone and the definition of attractiveness, by making their innocent expression, and the fascination of their chisled features the objects by which to compare everything else of beauty in the world. Of the oft-desired wish to be surrounded by the attractive forms of hot looking boys and handsome and muscular young men, at any cost. It is a story of how far a man will go, to accomplish that, once he has the ability to do so. Forward replies to rjc555657@aol.com No copy may be made without permission from the author. All rights reserved. Copyright by bassrn5, July 2004. No part of this story may be submitted or archived by anyone else, without my permission. Please send a request to do so. Thank you! Making Boys Hard as Rock! Chapter 1: Prologue and Introduction.......The Sculptor's Incredible Nudes! The seclusion and privacy of a luxuriously furnished and elegantly maintained mansion was the reward one lucky man reaped for the "skill" he had developed. Well....it wasn't a *REAL* skill........and he didn't "develop" it. But, it was the illusion of having one, which is really what mattered. At any rate, this "skill" allowed him to build a reputation as the world's supreme sculptor. Built on a lush and vastly wooded property located not far from a large metropolitan city, the manor was lovingly nicknamed "The American Louvre" by the patrons who admired and worshipped the artist's "Reality" series of sculpture. It was a style that each one of his creations exemplified. And because of the unbelievable frenetic pace in both quality and quantity of fine marble figures that seemed to be produced by so unassuming a man.....he made news! Big time news! Worldwide news!.....for his talent for reproducing life, in stone. *That* is the part of the news that was spread all around the world! Because of the large quantity of newly finished statuary that was created, and even showcased and displayed monthly, pieces could be ordered to the taste and most incredibly, even to the specific description of action or attitude they wanted their marble figure to be sculpted as. The sculptor would comply with every order, and usually within a few months, unveil the completed version of his vision of the statue that was requested by the submitter. The artist who lived there, over a period of 60+ years or so, had cranked out piece after piece of both sexually and non-sexually explicit nudes. Most, if nearly all of them depicting some sort of sexually explicit act flaunting a particular part of the male body which showcased the artist's extraordinary grasp of attention to anatomical detail with regards to definition of the nude landscape of the human body. The craftsmanship was unbelievable! Never before had anyone seen the male form reproduced in solid marble with such concern for realism from the point of view of the statue, or the subtlety of individual drama.....and feel the energy radiating from the statue's lifeless and nonfunctional body parts as if they were taken from a plaster cast off a living person. It was like being a bystander peering at a snapshot in time of the action being portrayed by the figure. "The relationship of the boy, of their innocence, of their importance to society as potential role models and leaders....and especially for their human beauty....I dedicate my life to immortalizing every aspect of their being...with the talent that God has given me!" Well... *that* was the bogus dedication that the sculptor gave anyway to society, for embarking on such an obsessive goal. To him, the importance of being young, male and quite the erotic symbol of said species were the reasons the artist would tell the critics for being the inspiration for his work. *THAT* was partly correct. But, a major factor in the decision for selecting boys as his sculpting subjects was that he simply liked them. It profusely helped that he was gay, and that he loved to be around teenagers all the time, pampering to the needs and desires of those handsome young boys any chance he got. Because of his rising enormous ego, and the fact that he had the power to do this to boys, and literally to *anything* he touched with his sculptor's gloves, he wanted to utilize his perceived talent at creating sculpture that stood out for centuries, and to be remembered for what he was able to create......which was beauty everlasting......after he was dead and gone. He remembered that old expression, "A thing of beauty, is a joy forever!" For him, *that* would be the presumption others understood, for doing what he ended up doing for the world. To give further inspiration to others, to possibly pick up where he left off, and create the classics of their time. The desirable figure of a boy was the symbol that he chose as his craft and prominence. After viewing statue after statue at the monthly conventions in his home, the public as well as the art world would sing praise for the full spectrum of emotional reactions each figure usurped from the people. It was his deep seated desire to be near them, which reflected his attraction to boys. Moreso than anyone would ever realize. "God, the humanity he delivers in all that marble", and "A modern day Da Vinci" were a few of the thousands of the phrases people shouted, as his reputation for excellence and perfection were made to be known worldwide. Others, mostly jealous artists who tried to downplay everything he did by their rumblings that his art was boring and redundant, spoke a different tune to anyone who would listen. "Pervert", "Uninspired drivel", and the outrageously farfetched "Medusa imitator!", were not uncommon amongst the name calling that was spoken by his competitors in the art world. As a matter of fact, that last article of disrespect and insolence was probably closer to accuracy and more a true comparison of his "talent"! Because in all probability, only the mythical handiwork of Medusa herself, with her power of turning men to stone with something as simple as a fleeting glance, could churn out complete statues of boys and men of the same calibre of authenticity, in as short a time frame as he could. But, he didn't care what they'd say! After all, *HE* was the one whom was able to do it...and no one else in the entire world could! And, by gosh did he relish in that thought! The thought of being able to turn a handsome boy, or really *any* boy of his choosing, into a statue of solid stone of such breathtaking proportions, capturing all of the youth's intricate body structure, sensual surface anatomy and innocent sensuality, for the only reason being to preserve his physical beauty for all time, was quite a turn on! And it showed in the amount of loving affection he gave to each finished product afterword. He treated the coveted piece he just "fashioned" and would soon premier, as if it were still a living thing...a young person he might have known recently. It took a little time to perfect his statuary craft. Making mistakes at first, and touching guys at the wrong time, were all part of the trial and error which came with any job. In order to perfectly capture his subject and stop time for him literally, he had to learn the goal practices and achieve the patience as that of an expert photographer, who learns the rewards of his trade awaiting for that rare opportunity to snap an award winning photo of his subject. He waits for the right moment to push the button and take the picture. Similarly, the sculptor studied the mannerisms and body language of his so-called young models every chance he got, by spending time with them get to know each of their idiosyncracies, if he had the time to do so, as it would affect the final appearance of the sculpture. Some boys were so energetic and in motion so much, that converting the flashier ones to stone on the spot was the only way. By trying to organize a system to work under, he could fulfill not only the dream of those collectors whose sculpture orders he was finalizing, but also for himself, to improve upon the piece he had just sold. This way, the next sculpture he was commissioned to make, would bring him and his art more fame and would elevate his reputation as a visionary to a loftier position. Unless of course, he found a particular boy away from his usual workshop studio to be so rare and stunning a specimen of boyhood *and* close enough physically to convert into compelling art, that waiting for the chance to capture that fleeting moment of his life inspiring movements would only raise the risk of losing the prime opportunity, to trap the award winning statue that would come from his body. In having to do it that way, he would grasp that opportunity without further thought and add the young man's body to his display caravan and then have that product, that instant portrayal of nude male sexuality, carted back to his location under the safest and strictist conditions. In essence, he forced into stone, subjects that had no idea how their converted stone bodies would have the impact that they would have on the world of art, civilization and man. That dark thought, that he was only forcing his young subjects to become things of beauty, lust and desire, without giving the consent to do so, was the *only* thought that tore at his soul on a daily basis for the entire duration of time he was able to accomplish such a fantastic livelihood. It would also be the undoing of his drive to continue with his endeavor, in the years to come. His body of work was constantly compared to the great artists of nudes of the classical greek and roman era filling a void left open for centuries in the art world. Some were ordinary and plain pieces, depicting boys at play in adolescent or prepubescent situations and some appeared to be semi-posed portrayals, but some were executed in a most interesting and significant allure of sensuality, depicting the young men at a most private or unique moment in time. And that was the reason why his work got the attention it did. It definitely caught the eye of the general public. What sculptor on earth could duplicate with intricate detail, the sexual explicity of a boy being stimulated by the steady hands of a man who masturbates him ever so slowly, building him up to full blown sexual arousal and tension, slowly and expertly, allowing the boy to lay there and enjoy every second. To gaze at the veiny outline and delicious upswing and drool-provoking curvature of a teen's penis at full arousal or the fleeting uplift and testicular swelling inside his aching scrotum, while its skin fully wrinkled and bloated with the sense of urgent release, as it appears in nature in the seconds before a boy's imminent orgasm? Or, chiseling a head thrown back, with the facial expression of contorted pleasure in the sweet lines of his face, as that same teen awaits with anticipation and awareness for his orgasm to finally arrive and consume him? Who could possibly pose for such a session and maintain the appropriate look of frozen bliss and erotic contracture for the prolonged length of time needed to sculpt it? With the assistance of art objects as simple and plain as thin rubber gloves, only he could do it. This is why he made his home to be as much a museum as any, for the display of the nudes. It was a place held for the auction of certain hi-intensity and emotionally charged pieces, like the piece which eventually went by the title, "boy-at-orgasm" described above, deemed too mouth-watering and sexy to be enjoyed by just one collector. Pieces of art such as that one usually went to the man with the highest bid who was willing to pay whatever it took to claim the sculpture. Incidentally, that impressive piece sold to a collector of sexually erotic statuary five decades ago, for 2.3 million dollars! It was a record for it's day! And, it sold after the most feverish and exasperating bidding war ever seen at that time. Amongst arrests for harrassment and threats of violence to the winner of the figure, the art world was also jolted by the extreme, almost fanatically obsessive interpretation of human anatomy highly notable on that figure. Complete turmoil...all because of one solitary supine statue of a boy, frozen in time, telling us with the details clearly visible all over his body, that he was *just* about to cum. Suffice it to say, people paid well for some pieces. Very well. Arguments, fights and words of hate were exchanged repeatedly in the halls of the mansion, again mostly from the collectors who failed to bid the highest on the marble works of art and lost out on yet another marvelous interpretation of male beauty. The sculptor saw this happen time and time again, and swam in the sea of self-glorification and superiority that it repeatedly generated. No harm was ever done! And, people were always being rewarded with the best works of art the world would ever realize. Satisfaction was the middle name for this sculptor, and no one was hurt in the process......except of course the boys and men who were the unwilling sources for his sculpture.....but no one was able to figure out the secret of exactly how he did it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ The years passed. Many endearing figures continued to be sculpted by this man. He was an endless creator of the the art form. But, something happened many years ago, that put an end to the flowing river of exempliary figures churned out by his hand. Statue-making by the famous sculptor unexpectedly came to a stand-still. And now, an elderly man slowly pulls the covers off of his body, and climbs down from his expensive and ornately fashioned bed, and proceeds slowly past the silent statues of three nude youthful figures on short elevated platforms, two of them made to face perpetually in the direction of the head of the bed, where the man could enjoy them as he fell asleep, and immediately upon awakening every morning. A figure with a penis frozen in his hand as he masturbated himself in silent stillness. Its muscular body perched to reveal masculine nude perfection. A second figure in the midst of a push up. Its lines of abdominal muscularity unmatched by even the most accomplished athlete in town. Still awaiting to complete that final one. Muscles in full relief against polished skin of white marble. The third figure revealed a butt so sumptuous and full, with a deep crack down the middle dividing it into melons of stone and carved to extreme roundness, with back musculature delineated so well, it could teach male anatomy to a viewer, it was the most spectacular representation rear male nudity ever observed on a free standing sculpture! He struggled down the long central corridor lined with pristine floors of imported Italian marble and walls of laquered cherrywood, and made his way to the elegantly styled bathroom. He drank a glass of water then wiped his hands on the towel placed next to the marble statue of a cute boy standing on the bare surface of the floor, its eyes closed and a smile embellished on its cute face, as it held a jockstrap's cod piece perfectly still, up to it's functionless nose, stone-hard and polished to reflect light forever from its smooth hairless surface. The narrowed nostrils of the figure, seemingly captured revelling in the pheramone bouquet, were still hovering just above the prime location of a man's scented musk. A teenaged nude sculpture emotionally portraying peaceful sensuality, held in perpetual seductiveness, was the sense that one would observe gazing at this boy, taking in the molecules that provided arousal for an entire species of man, and appearing thrilled to be doing it. It was a gay man's fantasy to watch a boy doing that for him, over the odor he was pictured inhaling. Getting excited and feeling good, over the smell of the groin's normal function, was the effect the sculptor wanted to elicit through this young statue. But, to look at it every day, every morning in the bathroom! Mmmmm-mmmmm!! The old man kissed his finger, and touched it to the tip of the statue's nose. Once a 13 year old towel boy employed by the sculptor, and still frozen in the midst of inhalation of the intimately worn cloth, but sculpted with an air of gratitude, as if thanking the man for admiring him for being there all those years. How many times he stood in front of it, masturbating in private to it, to a mind blowing climax, while looking at the delicate muscularity and budding sexuality he saw engraved in the stone figure. Then, he turned to walk away, looking at the boy's perfectly formed genetalia and masculine facial and body features, one more time before turning to gaze at the other pieces displayed in that private room. The grimace of pain hardly masked the demeanor of determination engraved on his face. The fulfillment of a promise made to himself decades ago guided this man, as he urged his weak frame and fading body to persevere. With the sound of torment in his breath and torture embedded in the lines of his weary face, he slowly shuffled past some of the finest and most cherished of his works that he created during his career. With a cane to assist him in one hand and limping to one side, he moved slowly past the polished images which have adorned every hallway, every bedroom, every available space large enough to accomodate them in that great manor. Figures that he added to his collection frequently throughout his life. Although trying to ignore the erotic association he couldn't help to have forged with each of them, he couldn't bear even at this late moment of his life, to disregard them. Having denied ever hurting them, he passed several more stone monuments of his work, lined up next to the boy inhaling his old jockstrap, before exiting his bathroom, only to re-think what he should really be doing to them. After all, they were perfectly sculpted human likenesses. Created as if carved.....from life. Just as he always perceived them, they stood there as seductive as they'd always been ......he steadfastly passed by each of them, to now celebrate their inanimate existences one more time. He had planned to enjoy himself one more time with one particular one, and then stay with one other for the remaining moments of his life. The emotion of sadness and the reality of forfeit sank in with every passing second. He had to pay tribute to them. He made sure he left detailed explanations for the circumstances revolving the creation of each one, in a small box next to the stone feet and base of each figure. He *had* to tell someone. Because each one was a labor of love.....an expertly fashioned work of art. Each one clearly a remarkable life-like representation of the ideal male form. Each one so perfectly detailed, down to the indication of a toe print or the dimple of a tear duct, or the inner complexities of whorls, indentations, and puckers woven inside a teenager's sensual navel. The complex embryonic fusion line displaying closure of a boy's testicles and penis closed shut at an early period of development, and still present on living men. In this man's home, perfectly visible on the surface's of all of *his* statues exactly where it should be, along the undersides of penises and down the center of scrotums and continuing into the privacy of the perineum on every statue. Ending as a piece of raised linear tissue, in the area called the "g-spot", one could at least feel the area, if not be able to see it, located between the back scrotal wall and the anus. Looking like an artist's impression of blood flow, indicative of an engorged vessel expertly embossed onto the jutting upturned shaft of a stone penis. They were all alarmingly authentic and exact. The amount of precision carved into the smooth marble surfaces of each figure in the estate, was beyond belief. The time required to exemplify such commitment and loving care for the reproduction of an image to the degree noted on the figures housed within the walls of this property, if added end to end, would stretch far beyond those given to mortal man. The amount of time required would be unfathomable. Several lifetimes would be necessary to accumulate the amount of art work present in this collection, even if it were done by a team of professional sculptor's working day after day, night after night. It was by far unimaginable and out of a thinking person's logical capability to comprehend what boiled down to be such simple skills that were secretly practiced in the workshop of this particular sculptor, in order to acheive such high degrees of realism on each of the statue's bodies. The patient handiwork utilized to reproduce each nuance of the human body noted in every sculpture *here* was far, far easier than anyone on earth would ever imagine, even in their wildest dreams. Due to the incredible quantity of provacative artwork displayed in full naked glory, he could not stop to look at all of them, but managed with every ounce of strength left in him, to absorb the flawless allure and desire emanating from an occasional one. He just wanted to gaze one final time into the unbelievably handsome features notable on every nude physique left in his victory walk through the castle-like residence....all products of his exceptional capability. As he staggered slowly down the curved stairway to the first floor of the large home, with eternal love and admiration in his eyes, he drank in the beauty of the lovely statues intentionally placed according to degree of sensuality and innocence, along the decorative pathways of the mansion. At each spacious landing on the grand staircase, he rested and took a few seconds to catch his breath. His mind, once an endless well of creativity and imagination, of which he often tapped into in creating the art that stood before him, now seemed to play games with his senses. He imagined his "labors of love" beckoning him. Every stone sculpture on their personal platform now seemed to stand proudly, displaying their perfect lines in the heavy mass of their anatomy, albeit *without* the consent *for* such a public display of their final moment of life. In front of the master sculptor, each in their last act of human existance experienced before being touched by the gloves. Each forgiving the man who did this to them, for all that happened to them, for the life that he stole from them. The possibility of each figure standing there exonerating him of their forced immortalization, the unwitting touch of the gloves, the deceit and betrayal, seemed to be what he needed to know right now. Uninformed. No allowance of permission. No time to protect themselves. He knows this is what he did to them. That is the thought he wished to deal with now, as he began to cross over. Now, at death's doorstep, they flaunt their bare bodies to him, as if they were seducing their dying owner to fondle them one last time, before losing the priviledge of being able to do it any more. It seems the mind always plays tricks on itself when the end is near. Did they ever really know how much fame and fortune came to him, for sacrificing their humanity for him, from the discovery, promotion and sale of their lifeless statuary, to the vultures who coveted such works of art? Did they realize they were involved in the auction and sale of their breathtaking inanimate young marble bodies, to complete strangers who were wealthy and fortunate enough to be able to bring them into their own homes to augment the beauty each provided? So, he began to drool, as he did all those many, many times he worshipped the youthful figures in his younger days. He wanted to stretch out his wrinkled and aging arm forward to run an arthritic finger along the spectacularly detailed smooth and shiny torso....over the sensual backside. He looked at the young boy's face, smiling and full of male stamina, placed in a kneeling pose on the platform, his hands held out in a playful arch of stopped motion. Emotion chisled into the eyes, nose and mouth of the sculpture. Another figure, frozen in action, playing baseball. The expression of surprise etched on its face as it looks at an invisible ball landing in an invisibly gloved expertly sculpted palm of a hand. Even fingerprints can be seen in the delicate lines of each finger, splayed apart in anticipation of a perfect catch. On the first landing of the staircase, standing next to one particular nude boy statue, one which was always one of his favorites, a figure that's croutched down on it's hands and knees, emphasizing the fullness and curvature of a butt so young and firm, of hardened testicles resting inside a scrotal pouch so deliciously hung between smooth yet powerfully built legs . Being placed up to rest on the elevated platform, enabling him to inspect the boy's natural assets, always provoked his sexual desires. The joy of arousal inside of him toward such a masterpiece began to build, as they always had, by looking at the white unmoving human-shaped structure that was surely once a gorgeous living boy. He purposely let his two fingers glide down the smooth bumpy surface of the muscular youth's marble-ized upper back, and continued sliding them downward, following the impossibly rendered landscape of the statue's lower back anatomy, over sensually polished surfaces and then into the deep crevice of the bubble shaped rear end. It's hard unyielding surface emphasized the perfect roundness of the boy's ass, enabling him to experience yet again, the eroticism he felt from his fingers as they skimmed over the marble hardness found in the private recesses of chisled boyhood visually apparent on the nude youth's body. The sculptor slowly slid his index finger into the hardened smooth butt cheeks, to a particular anatomic detail near the bottom of them His stopped his finger when it came to rest over the familiar raised bump of stone, indicating the puckered attitude of a small solidified anus. The next landing showcased the statues of two small boys, captured in stone enjoying some non-sexual frolic of..... just being young boys. The first of the two, a statue of a good-looking 9 year old boy, had a model of a passenger airliner in his hands, and was pretending to put it in motion up in the air, as if to touch the sky. His face was very attractive with loads of delicate features chisled into the marble surface.....astonishingly replicated from life. His stone mouth was open in a boyish shout, full whitened lips parted outlining the amazing detail inside the statue's oral cavity. And blank pupil-less eyes with glossy marble corneal surfaces, looking at the bottom of the plane, clutched in his fingers. The light from the large bulbs purposely placed near his face shined the light off the mirror-like surface of his eyes, and other neatly rendered smooth surfaces to high heaven. It was understandable why he kept this figure in his home. It was just so neat of a statue! His little nose was incredibly cute to view from the angle the boy was perched on his support platform. By the way his mouth was open, smiling as he was, probably turned out to be the luckiest gesture provided by the boy *for* the sculptor, occuring at the moment he was turned to stone! In doing so, it made the bottom portion of his small nose widen a bit, accentuating the diagonal slant even more, to his beautifully shaped and symmetrically placed nostrils. Making sure the casual observer of the statue would be able to gaze straight upward into his nostrils to enjoy the impossibly hollowed air tunnels that came with the creation of this stone figure. "Stupendous!" the art world would say! "How could he possibly know how to make that!?", they would agonize over. Even he, the master sculptor himself, never got over the heart-stopping beauty provided by that one boy's facial features, and so he boasted the statue's presence to everyone who ever visited the estate! They agreed! And, wanted one for themselves....which is one reason he became so wealthy in the first place. Finding more boys to touch with his gloves became a multi-billion dollar business for him! Nude statues of male youth's sell! They are the most coveted works of art in the world! And, to be so life-like, so detailed of an image, such as he was able to generate! Those memorable statuary bidding wars! How many times in private, had the awed sculptor, even relating to the fantastic sculpture he produced for himself, question the unbelievable imitative qualities on the statues? Here's how to answer that question! Looking as real as they did, he reached out and pinched, or at least *tried* to pinch the tiny nostrils shut on that 9 year old boy-statue thousands of times over the years, mostly every time he passed by it! He was never able to do it! Features so simulated in fact, you could practically smell it! How many times had the sculptor bent down in front of his handiwork and pressed his nose up against the printed toe pads of the handsome young marble figures, and swear he could sense the odor between their solid stone digits? Or, up against the butt crack only millimeters from their petrified anal openings and underneath the perfectly detailed perineums of the filthiest and most disgusting homeless wandering boys that he took into his home to change into sculpture? Those post-petrified teens and boys harbored not a single molecule of stink anywhere on their once-disgustingly dirty bodies? It was jokingly referred to by the sculptor as petrification-induced cleanliness! And he cleaned many a boy (and many a man) over the years in this manner! The areas of previously smelly residues and the body parts they came from were rendered so close to the real thing, no one could tell the difference! The figures only lacked the color of flesh, nothing else was different about them! It was almost as if the scent *should* still be there, even though the their unliving solidified bodies couldn't sustain bacterial growth anymore, or produce human stench from the sweat they once produced! Getting back to the statue of the young boy twirling with the plane in his hand. This was another example of art perfectly and precisely imitating life......in the truest sense of the term! The bridge of his nose was so concave, that it was hidden from view by the wonderfully conceived tip.....of his nose, which by the way was another masterpiece which had to be seen to be believed! The boy's lower nasal structures, *including* the tip of his nose, were so magnetic and alluring to behold, they could arouse by just noting the perfection of their design. He had the most magnificently handsome boyish nasal unit, beyond compare with most other boys that age....which was why the aged sculptor, even at the sunset of his life, was still standing in admiration, in front of the boy's lifeless image! Again, it was one of the reasons he used the gloves on him in the first place. And the view of his stone teeth, seen as he looked upward to the sky, was set perfectly into a curved arch in his upper jaw making the elegance of his facial features even more stunning. The other statue next to him, was of another handsome boy! This one a 10 year old boy frozen in stone while running with a small replica of a football in his stony left hand. His facial expression was one of pure youthful enjoyment. His mouth etched into a permanent wide smile. His line of marble upper teeth also visibly exposed, and he simply oozed the feeling that he wanted someone to catch him. To the aging artist viewing the figure from the side, he noted his cute nose also reflecting the overhead lights of the bulbs above him that focused it to reflect and bend it into a straight line on the surface of its upturned nose. The enhanced reflective skin smoothness of his skin made his nose look super polished and glossy especially across its round delicate tip. The nostrils were wonderfully carved into perfect oval spheres that matched symmetrically but were as functionless in sensing smell for him, as the stone which replaced the other organs of his body now. Both statues of the young boys are captured in mid-gestures of innocence and fun, and both would convert a ordinary room into a museum of youthful celebration and make the most depressed heart sing if they could just see the youthfulness and emotion flow off each one. When he reached the base of the stairway, and walked a few feet into the grand foyer, he continued past an incredibly detailed figure of an athletic looking boy placed on a four inch high pedestal. A casual glance in the darkness would lead one to believe that the sculpture was a teenage boy who stopped moving on purpose, and would continue his normal step-like march, right off the dark marble platform and onto the streaked marble flooring, to walk right out of the sculptor's front door whenever it made it's mind to do so. But alas......no. That was scientifically impossible now. The statue of this youth, a 15 year old boy with good-looking masculine features, had been reduced to purest white marble, flawless in every way, as could be seen in the perfection of the surface anatomy featured on his nude body. He remained as lifeless as the moment the sculptor touched his body with the gloves, and is still completely motionless and made of purest marble, petrified in the position he originally stiffened into that fateful day. He rests on his support platform.....the muscular left leg stepping forward, the right foot in full plantar flexion with the floor, exposing it's beautifully formed tube-like long toes and deeply sculpted foot arch, a point which always drove the sculptor crazy with desire everytime he inspected it. "He is *still* a perfect rendering of man's body", thought the sculptor, coughing and wheezing to the point of almost throwing up, as he gazed with full worship in his eyes, at the boy's hard stone body. "Made just for me, a collector who appreciates the eroticism that statues of handsome youths such as this one of this age group has provided me with in my nude art gallery." Stopped in time, frozen in mid-step, and looking straight ahead, the act he was captured in, as stone-still and unmoving as he had been all the years that he was standing there. The left arm swinging slightly in front, the right arm lagging back, suspended in mid-step, the portrayal of walking with confidence, captured like a photograph but made of stone. He *was* an innocent looking teen boy, with piercing deep blue eyes and short brown hair, falling forward over his forehead. That's what attracted the sculptor to him in the first place, when he originally applied to be one of the helpers he had recruited to carry heavy marble blocks into the studio. He came with all the landmarks of toned musculature and a healthy athletic physique, with map-like vasculature running up and down his extremities. When he became the unfortunate youth used to test the gloves legendary powers on, his heavenly blue eyes turned opaque and pupil-less at once, his gorgeous hair became white stone filaments and his body's nicely arranged superficial veiny-ness quickly turned into embossed pipe-like ridges on the hard stone surface of the arms, hands and feet of the sculpture, only able to *portray* paths of non-functional blood vessals, nevertheless looking as if lovingly chisled into the statue's' body. The frail sculptor, looking with his failing eyesight at this teenager's magnificent stone body, felt the tingle of blossoming sexual arousal in his sex organs as much now as the day he created the nude, agreeing to himself that it still represented the perfect male body, for anyone who admired boys of that age. Nothing was sexier for him up to that point, expecially when he began peeling off the boy's clothes from his petrified body as he stood there, stunningly sculpted in suspended animation, white and still. It was like removing clothes off of a fully made statue, to see how it was made. It was fascinating for the aged man standing next to the instantly made stone figure to realize how the marble image of the living body, could radiate such power and strength, even in so young a man! "No wonder the ancient greeks and romans sculpted man at his most physically fit!", thought the man who once made such statues. "Marble exemplifies the beauty of man, making him an even greater thing to behold when created from stone!" Noting the hint of determination in his facial expression, as if to just keep on walking, given the chance to do so, reminded the sculptor of the exact circumstance by which he was tempted to use the gloves of immortality on him in the first place. This sculptor, in his 80's, looking weak, feeling ill and being at the end of his life, walked down to the mansion's finished basement, with the pain of a thousand knives sticking into the tissues of his cancer ridden body with every step he took. He kept walking, as difficult as it was, until he reached a room which was hidden to the anonymous passerby. At the front of the disguised doorway, he turned the hidden latch which opened a concealed room. Rich looking imported marble tiles were the first thing to greet the man in the entrance, as he turned on the lights inside. Within this vast room, which could have been used for storage by any other owner, stood dozens of other lifesized figures, all youthful....all sexy.....all impossibly re-created male figures, in white polished stone. Even here, anyone could see they were too realistic to be produced the normal way, by the sweat of hard labor, working hours and hours from all of the chipping, chiseling and polishing with human hands. And a majority of them were adolescent male figures. Boys. All nude. Young teenaged boys....... some even younger. There were some adult male figures, but the more mature figures that were in this room, were somehow interacting with the younger pieces created with them. Kind of like combo-statuary. The two figures in the corner of the room were exemplified by this so-called combination adult/boy sculpture. Both figures were noted to be sculpted lovingly with their cocks touching each other, the older figure standing over the younger, which was lying supine on a mattress specially made to carry the weight of heavier stone figures. The man stood with hands holding up something in front of him, which was invisible now......possibly the legs of a third person who could be lying on top of the stone boy? The master sculptor whom created that duo did so with the undersides of their stone shafts facing each other, as if held in place together somehow. All that seemed to be missing was the questionable third person whose anus would nicely seem to house the two opposing cocks of the statues inside his anal canal. The aged sculptor looked at the duo's hardened cocks, and put his hand on his own hardening penis, smiled and thought back to the day the gloves were used to create that double statue. The old man, wheezing more and more now, walked unstedily up to another double sculpture set, an awesome and mesmerizing sculpture of a man docking his penis with a youth. The boy's foreskin sheath stretched out into a fine sheath over the shaft of the adult's cock. The younger statue captured in the gesture of rubbing both penises, his and the man's, with his own foreskin, using his own delicately sculpted fingers lightly touching the stone genetalia. Both statues illuminated with the essence of gay erotic bliss on their faces, with open mouths and tensed musculature. Although the dying man in the room forgot the ages of this double statue because of his quickly fading memory, he remembered they were 30 years apart in age when he created the fantastic looking and over-stimulating piece. Were they 11 and 41, 12 and 42, 13 and 43....he just couldn't remember. As noted everywhere else in the estate, the same degree of authenticity and the presence of extreme realism were easily observed on the adult statues as well. Another dark thought invaded the old sculptor's mind, "Suffice it to say that anyone modeling for any of the statues, would not have been able to sit for the duration of the assignment." Then he smiled again, looking at a locked box on a shelf in the room. The contents of which would disclose the full story to anyone who found it. Because, those figures in this room, were as eerily life-like as the youthful nudes seen on the upper floors above, and all appeared to be engineered with the same magnitude of tender loving care. The were presumed to have been created by the same marvelous sculptor, who had the knowledge of linking them to a special set of items given to him one fateful day many years ago, as a result of one good deed. That box on the large table in the basement, now contained the answer to the mystery and the secret that inevitably would be revealed one day, to one other lucky individual. The sculptor tore his eyes away from the explicit sexuality captured in that last double figure, and took a deep breath. For some reason, he seemed to remember exactly how he got the two of them to get together for that steamy sex act. The boy was difficult to sway. But after making him drink some liquor, he was easier to induce into having sex with that man that he became immortalized with. The man was a local bum, whom the sculptor took in to clean up and use for just such a display. He did have a nice body, for someone who didn't take care of himself. The two of them just seemed right for each other to spend eternity locked together in stone. He sighed and stepped forward. The time was getting close. He felt it in his heart. With his remaining moments of life dwindling down fast, he needed to finish gazing at his favorite objects of admiration to the male form. He passed another statue of a youth placed a several feet next to the docking duo's double sculpture. "Ahh...this one!", murmured the old man. For some reason, it was easy to recall how he got this boy to freeze into the solid marble nude standing in front of him. "It was all for the promise of money. What kids won't do for it." The man shook his head back and forth, then added, "He didn't get to see a penny of it! I believe he agreed to one thousand dollars. Pure naivete....you can promise them anything. I do remember him asking why I was putting on the gloves." The boy appeared to be about 12 or 13, with its fingers sculpted around its own elongated foreskin, apparently trying to rub the invisible, but larger cock of a presumed partner in front of it. The youthful statue's body is tensed in pre-orgasmic muscle contraction, the mouth open and the head tilted backward in sexual pleasure, but there is no indication who the model was for the partner of this particular boy-statue. And the stone tunnel created by the youth's elongating foreskin was so erotically duplicated, that the impression of a larger cock's corona and shaft were clearly evident through the thin stone wall made by the boy's foreskin wrapped around the invisible adult cock. It looked like the boy's foreskin tunnel was stretched a bit to accomodate that larger person's engorged cock. Since the youth depicted in the sculpture was being portrayed with his shaft and foreskin tunnel pointed at an upward angle, it could be assumed that a person of larger stature was to be the figure connected to the marble docked foreskin of the boy. A passing inspection by an ordinary person would conclude that the sculptor seemed to have forgotten to create the adult partner for this youngster, and no figure in the room seemed to be the "male" puzzle piece to fit inside the small boy's rigid fuck tunnel. "Another mystery for the masses!", chuckled the sculptor. After a brief moment to consider the possibility, the old man decided that he was not physically prepared to dock with that youthful figure. His body had weakened past the point of being able to enjoy the pleasure of that statue anymore. Some of the statues were tilted backward against a wall, leaving the figure standing in it's stiffened pose at a particular angle. The sculptor looked at those figures leaning backward against the wall, the back of their marble heads providing the point of contact with the wall. He remembered quite vividly the days they were made. He did admit to himself that they looked a bit awkward frozen in the middle of an interrupted sensual action, and being pushed backward, their apparent fields of vision were now looking up at a slant. It was strange to see a statue of a boy about age 13, his arms held up a bit, looking like he was being held in place by force, and legs motionless but in the gesture of either stepping forward or backward. His eyes open wider than usual, his face captured in an expression of surprise and disbelief. Leaning backward against the wall, that young figure looked like it was against whatever was about to happen to him. Another statue of a nude boy, about age 15 tilted back at a 45 degree angle with the wall, told the story of a person trying to defend himself against an invisible attacker. *His* arms held out bent at the elbows a little but rigid with lots of muscle tone in their purpose, one at the level of his pectoral muscle, the other at the level of his navel, away from of his chest, palms facing front, a look of fright cemented on *his* delicate young facial features. One more statue, of a boy of 12 thought the sculptor, was placed leaning against the wall contorted in early orgasmic pleasure, his toes contracted, and other muscles in high relief under his smooth shiny skin. His hands holding something.......possibly an invisible head, in front of his full raging erect young cock. From the tip of it's upturned mushroom shaped cock-head spurted an unmoving small piece of liquid stone, as white as the rest of his body, frozen as it gushed out from the urethral slit. Marble-ized cum! Someone turned him to stone, in the early stage of his orgasm. It was apparent he was probably tilted to be inspected closer, as his firm muscular body was really something pleasing to behold. A few other figures were lying horizontally on the floor, possibly to enhance or showcase a particular part of their anatomy, but most of the statues stood with their perfectly carved, shiny marble toes and feet supporting them on the bare flooring, .......flooring which consistently reflected the shine off the polished marble surface of each piece from the overhead lights in the room. Turning his head, he looks up at a seductive statue of a boy standing independently in front of a spotlight, an extremely attractive and erotic rendering of a boy made of motionless stone and totally nude, in some kind of bondage situation. By the pose of the statue, there's a suggestion of handcuffs about the wrists of the figure being restrained. If they were originally part of the sculpture, no handcuffs were in place around its wrists on this particular evening. Somehow he remembered this boy to be 14 years old when he touched him with the gloves. Based on it's body's masculine maturity, that seemed about right. It was carved with it's head thrown back, and muscles frozen in a state of utter global contraction, the arms in front of the body, as if it was carved to look like a bound prisoner or slave, fighting against the painful, albeit invisible cuffs, trying to break free from them. No sense of freedom seemed to be finalized by the aura given off from the boy, from the sculptor's point of view. All the restraining succeeded in doing was to hold both wrists close together, as was indicated on this statue. A space of about 4 inches existed between the statue's wrists, from the apparent removal of the cuffs, but with the figure straining it's muscles against the invisible restraints. The penis was thick, completely engorged and in full arousal. The scrotum, with it's testicles resting against the thinly covered stone surface, chisled and accurately portrayed underneath the veiny stone shaft of the sculpture, was held close to the base of the penis and were very wrinkled in contraction, as they would look in the seconds just before imminent orgasm, appearing as if it would spurt semen at any second....if it was a living boy standing there. The weak appearing man lifted his finger and ran it up and down along the statue's diagonally sculpted white penis, feeling one last time the complexity of it's landscape of cascading cordlike veins wrapped around it's circumference, and thickly ridged helmet shaped coronal head. There was no spurt of white marble fashioned to look like cum exiting from his slit, but there was an indication of an engorged advancing stream of cum protruding outward within the tube along the underside of the rock hard cock, as a series of three small "bumps" on the boy's cum tubing. The dying man reached out and licked his tongue along the underside of this statue's marble penis, directly over the chisled impression of the engorged lumps of cum frozen in their tracks, inside that seductive portrayal of a cum tube lovingly recreated on the youth. Then he lapped his tongue swiftly back and forth over a perfectly sculpted circumcision scar, keeping his tongue pressed against that anatomical landmark for a number of seconds, admiring and worshipping the lovely anatomy there. By spending all that time fondling the genetalia of this figure, the old man finally started to feed the flames full sexual arousal, apparent by the hardening of his own member inside his pants. "I used to get hard so damn easily", was all he whispered in the lonely room of petrified boys and men. His specially made private showcase of nude figures. Something as simple as a stroll through the room used to prepare him so easily for pleasuring himself all those years that he lived in the mansion. He continued to move his frail form forward, determined to finish gazing at his collection of sexually explicit figures one last time, but he had to slowly pace himself because of the cumulative eroticism of each figure and the extra excitement on his heart. He was looking to achieve that familiar feeling of full blown arousal that he used to enjoy from the statues.....something that took longer and longer to acquire as he got older and weaker. He trudged on in his private museum, until he felt the desire to touch the body of another emotionally charged figure. He looked at the image of the boy who appeared to be sculpted in an intriguing swimming pose, the sculptor tried to be extra meticulous in duplicating the actions of the young swimmer. His hair was sculpted being forced backward by the water's action against it. The figure was captured in a the action of swimming fast, completly nude, without any swimming trunks anywhere near his body. His nudity revealed a particularly pert bubble butt with full attention of the unknown sculptor of the figure to the muscles on the arms and legs as would be naturally seen on someone swimming in a pool, with the arms and legs stretching out fully, trying to move fast in their exertion. Because of the intense movement of musculature, the boy's bubble shaped butt was rendered in shiny marble with fabulous attention to detail, with the muscles of his butt also contracting, making the butt appear even rounder. The age of the boy who modeled for this statue, had to be no more than 12. The torso was elegantly chisled with indications of ribs and clavicles in sharp relief on the front of the figure. Even the chest was expanded to portray the boy taking in largs gasps of air and maybe holding his breath. The old man ran his fingers along every part of the backside of this action pose, and wrapped his hand underneath to feel the surface muscularity of the other side. He smiled signifying he could feel the power of marble muscles contracting under the skin's surface,........ or could he be happy because of once having the power to be *able* to do this to a boy, making him impossibly hard by the special parephenalia he had been given by the witch whom he helped that one day. The feeling of the sculpture's body, and those thoughts, sent spasm of increasing sexual pleasure into the steely hot balls of the old man. Passing by the statue of another boy, who stood looking down at his penis, with opaque functionless as well as pupil-less eyes, and fingers holding its penis, the once-master sculptor ran a finger along the thin arc-ing stone urine stream, tracing it back up to it's insertion into the youth's open urethral slit from which the stone tube was attached. He walked slowly in front of the figure of a handsome boy in a kneeling position. It's body looked to be that of a 14 year old, based on the appearance of the sculptor's workings of the youth's stone penis, hardened in a semi-rigid state, and the indication of pubic hair beginning to surround the statue's low hanging stony and hairless scrotal stalk. The arms of the figure were held out in front of it, as if it were grasping an invisible person's waist, and the mouth was frozen in the shape of a widened "o". The man licked his finger with his drool and ran it around the inside details of the statue's wide open mouth feeling for the amazing marble details inside the oral cavern. And, that of a boy standing completely nude looking upward with his eyes closed, his hands on his hair. He had an exceptional physique for a 15 year old boy. The altheleticism and tone of his muscles able to tell more about the boy, than anything else. His hair matted down, as he was at one time taking a shower, and his body shiny from it's complete hairlessness, except for the small patch of stone pubes noted around his marble cock. He couldn't forget the sensuality of the raw orgy inspired piece of that triple figure he created just for himself. The round ass of one boy laying on top of another, stretched apart in marvelous perfect curvature right in front of the second boy's face, his nose an inch from the round gluteal curvature. The third boy standing in front of the duo facing the open mouth of the statue. A small portion of his stone shaft visible outside of the sculpture's stone mouth. His face in full contortion of orgasm, as he received fellatio from the statue's mouth over his upcurved penis the moment he was turned to stone. He walked forward a few more steps, to stop in front of a smaller figure, appearing to be of a boy around the tender age of 11 or 12. It was difficult for the sculptor to remember the ages of each boy anymore. They were all so beautiful as stone figures. It's hands were raised up to either side of it's face, with a yellow and faded appearing piece of underwear placed in the grasp of it's fingers, and the seat of the underwear held stone-still under it's shiny attractive nose. A look of disbelief with a hint of revulsion was lovingly etched on it's cute boyish face, it's mouth asymmetrically starting to open, with it's sightless eyes surrounded by long curvy stone-filament eyelashes gazing straight ahead at it's whoever forced him to put the cloth up to his nose. His small concave nose was buried in the cloth. This statue brought back some strong emotional content to the sculptor, and he wanted to role-play one more time with the figure. The old man reached his finger under his balls, searching for his anus When he found it, he rubbed it back and forth along the surface of it and just inside of it, and then pulled it back out and reached out to wipe the rauchy residue underneath across the narrowed diagonal nostrils chisled into the underside of the figure's nose, and then on the underwear, on the part directly beneath the statue's round symmetrical nostrils. He remembered the boy's gesture of fast inhalation through his nose produced the narrowed nostrils he now was gazing at in front of him. He nodded his head at the figure and grinned, implying he still remembered the circumstances surrounding it's creation oh so long ago, and why he was tempted to create a statue in such an unusual predicament, for a boy of 11 or 12 to ever be in. By replicating the smell of the stinky odor originally inhaled by the young man, he was able to continue to remember the events of the day he used the gloves on him. He then placed the faded underwear snuggly back under the youthful figures nose, so that the shiny and polished stone tip of its small organ of smell was sticking out above the skid mark placed on the cloth....leaving no doubt to the viewer that the statue was carved in the act of sniffing the cloth held under it....that a stinky residue was *supposed* to be sensed by it, proved by the facial expression captured on the cute boy's innocent young face. Anyway, the folder with the paper inside of it next to this statue, and every other statue in the mansion would explain it all....the origins of each figure...... for the discoverer of this immense statue horde. The man smiled, then moved on ahead. He looked at a few other statues of nude bodies tilted backward next to the youth with the underwear under it's nose. They were depictions of other boys and men, holding up to *their* noses objects ranging from what looked to be yellowed dirty old socks and possibly more underwear. A few more statues bringing up to their noses an occasional pair of perfectly formed youthful fingers with perfectly manicured shiny marble fingernails holding a small tube-like object up against their nostrils were also seen in this similar grouping. The old sculptor agreed that it sure looked like they were captured in stone with the objects run under their noses to sample, and smell. He produced several similar statues for himself and for friends and for collectors, but kept these few handsome specimens for his private gallery. Making a boy sniff his manly scent, was a huge turn on for him, and he wanted to freeze those boys forever doing just that. He remembered how much he liked to gaze up into the tilted heads, at the contact point of the objects held up to their noses. That always provided the proof how obedient they were, by inspecting how each boy placed the objects dead in the center of their nostrils. That made it certain to the sculptor they had no idea they were about to be immortalized during that seemingly innocent request made to them. He came forward a few more steps to the figure of a nude boy lying on the marble flooring, with a thick padding placed between the statue and the floor, so as to not damage the marble surfaces of the figure. This sculpture was of a nude boy looking to be about the age of 13, based on the observation of the sculptor-induced statue transformation of the youth's small features on it's face, the sexual stage of growth of it's genetalia, the sparse amount of stone pubic hairs noted around it's uncircumsized penis, which was lying limp and unaroused over it's scrotal sack. There was no indication this figure was in any harm, or trying to protect himself. The figure was sculpted in the supine position...as if it was supposed to be gesturing that it was laying in the sun, getting a tan. The eyes were open, the neck carved at a flexed angle, like the stone stalk connecting it's head to it's body, were either being raised by a pillow, or he was getting up to look at something up ahead in front of him. Whichever it was, the pillow was not there anymore, and nobody was in front of the boy anymore, yet the head and neck were still raised at that angle as if something was making him elevate his head. It was the angle that the teen's head was frozen in, which drove the sculptor crazy with sexual desire and wild arousal each time he saw him. At that angle, the boy brought his head upward *just enough*, so that his cute round tipped nose was brought to a level perfect enough for anyone, to be able to use as a chair for someone to sit on. Noticing the absolute smoothness and shine on the statue's nose was enough to tell anyone how many times he repeated this orgasmic act. The man walked over the uplifted head of the erotic piece of sculpture, and stopped just above it's head. He began to slowly bend down over the statue's cute face, letting out a piercing moan, from the pain that shot out from his joints and wasting muscles. When he felt his practically non-functional, low hanging scrotal sac begin to touch the statue's nose and mouth, he slowed down even more, so as not to bring his dirty old ass so fast on the small, upturned nose on the figure. He almost accomplished that, but being that his reaction times were not as swift as they once were, he wasn't able to slow down fast enough. So, the moment he felt the hardened surfaces of the youth's carved tip of his nose hit his stinky anal knob, it felt like a stone dildo suddenly piercing his anal ring, and it him "like a hammer" in the center of his featurless and ugly perineum The statue's cute nose actually did impale the old man's weak anus, to the point where it went in as far as it possibly could, burying most of it inside of his body, drawing some blood from it in the process and mixing it with the fecal residue inside his loose anal canal. The man's rotting anus accepted the young boy's hard nose like a glove. Years and years of repeated activity with both living and non-living young faces took their toll on that part of the sculptor's anatomy. It did the trick though.....he was beginning to feel impulses of sexual stimulation, all over his anus and inside where the round tip at the end of the nose's shelf-like projection, the area where the boy's nostrils opened up into the lower part, began to put pressure against the hardly working prostate of the older man. Like a finger inserted into his ass, the cute ball-like projection at the end of the statue's nose pressed up against his prostate, unable to yield to the man's weight compressed right on it. After allowing himself a few moments of composure, enough time for some of the pain to subside in his perineum, but still seated on the boy-statue's face, he began to lift his emaciated body, a little at a time, feeling the smooth stone tip of the sculpture's nose going in and out of his anal canal. Luckily, this particular statue sported a nose so nicely formed with so much tissue pushing the tip concaved outward, from it's "ski-slope" outline, making it so anatomically pleasing to any man's own perineal anatomy, that he began to feel sudden intense pleasure from the nerve endings in his anus, from the repeated pressure of the round marble-like nasal surface touching the inside of the man's anus banging against his prostate He repeated this rhythmic action, back and forth over the statue's perfectly round sculpted nasal tip, until the practice began to fully take control of his sex organs. The man's limp penis eventually began to respond to this erotic simulation of a weird rim job being done to him, by the concave perfection and round smoothness of the statue's carved nasal unit, by making his soft cock start twitching into engorgement and full erection! The sculptor's movements increased, and he found himself expending saved energy, from the past month of celebacy, of not becoming aroused at all by looking at his statuary........enough to sustain his erection, eliciting movement of his hand to touch his still nicely formed corona, and begin rubbing his pre-cum back and forth across his piss slit and over the entire corona. He himself was amazed that he was producing so much pre-cum from of his piss slit, and continued to use it to coat his fingers and now the shaft and underside of his cock, as he continued to plop himself up and down over the alluring features of the statue's face. He was such a perfectionist with his movements, it was as if the man had done this numerous times before to the statue. He took so much energy doing this to the cute teen's marble face, and even though his rhythm was off kilter a bit, it was enough to accomplish it's purpose. Suddenly, the old man stiffened. He pushed down forcibly onto the "dildo" which was really the round upturned tip of the boy-statue's nicely carved nose, and grinded into it, feeling as if the statue's nasal appendage was nothing more than a tongue licking the entire insides of his anus. He felt his penis harden even more, then felt a pleasing warmth rise from the contact point of the statue inside his ripped up asshole, moving into his hardened prostate and scrotum, then a sudden rush up into his hardened shaft followed by the sensation of pure ecstasy moving from his groin to his entire body, through his intense ejaculation. A guttural shout of ecstasy, followed by a series of pleasurable contractions culminating with a gushing of white hot cum, out from the end of his penis, and landing in several small dribbles over his masturbating hand, and then pouring over the stone shafts of small eyelashes and onto the open sightless orbs of the statue. Some streamed down the sculptor's fingers, still resting around his cock, and into the silent open mouth of the boy he was sitting on, then down onto the statue's white marble neck. It had been a long time since he was able to spurt an orgasm with that quantity of semen, but he had waited all this time, for just this night to arrive, and wanted it to be special for him. This would be his last cry of orgasm, as he let loose with the rage of all of his desires, built up inside of him from looking at and fondling some of the sculptures in his home that evening. It would be a final moment of pleasure he would share with his silent masterpieces. A few moments later, the exasperated former sculptor got up off the perfectly formed nose of the youthful figure, and with a long groan, stood over it for a few seconds, then began to walk forward, over the rest of the supine statue of the boy. After passing several more pieces of sexually explicit statuary of young boys and teenagers sculpted as if captured in private moments of extreme pleasure, he came up to a figure of a youth and stopped in front of it. He kept his head low, as he moaned silently. He let out a cry that nobody would hear.....not even the figure it was meant for. He looked up slowly at the statue's face. It was of a teenaged boy, sculpted to appear to be around 16 years old. The face was handsome and the features were so beautifully carved on it's face. It had deep set blank stone eyes, with unbelievably long fine white eyelashes carved around open pupil-less eyes. The mouth was open in a silent cry, possibly a moan of pleasure based on the rendering of the figure's nude body. The statue had masculine anatomical perfection, on every inch of it's white marble finish. The surface landmarks were all there. Six pack abdominal muscles held in sharp relief next to the linear carvings of fascinating external oblique symmetry. The torso of the figure was as sexy as could possibly be shown sculpted on such a young teenage figure, and the musculature of the rest of the body was perfectly chisled too. The neck was flexed back a bit, and the marble cock on the statue's groin was positioned so that it was angled at a 45 degree angle upcurving along it's remarkably veiny long marble shaft. There was enough detail on the statue's body to signify an orgasmic state was being interrupted, but to drive that point home, there was carved onto the end of the figure's piss slit, a gush of a smooth cordlike substance, motionless and still attached to the fully engorged penis' urethral opening, and as pure white as the rest of the statue's perfect body. The hands and arms were sculpted in a way as to imply it was holding the head of another person in front of it's penis. Having almost no stregnth left in his cancer ridden body, he could not even kneel anymore, as he had wanted to do for the boy, at this moment in time. To finish the blowjob he started on him all those decades ago. Or.....at least......to die in the act of completing it for him. The man, seeing that nothing was in the way behind the stone figure of the boy, then tilted the statue back with all the strength he had left in him, and rocked it gently back and forth on it's polished white heels and balls of the feet. He kept doing this until the heavy stone figure went passed the point it needed to go to fall backward. He closed his eyes as it fell backward all the way, slamming it's solid marble body and unmoving arched back into the equally hard flooring with a thunderous impact. The body was so heavy that he felt vibrations under his feet as it hit. There was nothing else he could do, he just wanted to mount the statue with his remaining ebb of energy, in a supine position, and pushing it over was the only way to do it in these, his last moments of life. After the handsome statue lay on the ground horizontally a few seconds, there seemed to be no damage to any part of it's body. Nothing separated, and nothing seemed to crack from it. The statue made the loud thud, which reflected the mass and weight of the figure, but it did not seem to suffer from the assault made to it's solid state, as a result of it's impact, thank goodness. The statue maintained it's cut-off orgasmic body language, only now with his nude body lying flat on the floor, butt cheeks rocking against the marble flooring, as inanimate as the moment he was accidentally converted to stone by the sculptor. Realizing that he did not shatter into a thousand unrecognizable pieces, he was able to mutter one last statement. "Thank you.......God!", was the last thing the old sculptor was able to say, with his last dying breaths. He bent down and positioned his head over the gorgeous statue's penis, which was sculpted at a remarkable moment in time, being frozen in mid-orgasm. So, he let the cold marble penis fill his mouth. After a few movements that he made to go in and out over the youth's perfectly formed stone cock, he felt pleasure one last time, by feeling the anatomy of the rigid organ inside his oral cavity, and felt a sense of peace come over him. He took his last breath as he felt the white tube of exiting cum rub against the back of his throat, sensing the boy cuming down his esophagus. He performed this one last act of love, on the statue that was once, the boy of his dreams. (((((To be continued in Chapter 2!))))) Email comments to Ron.....at rjc555657@aol.com or bassrn5@yahoo.com Thank you!