Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 13:41:50 -0400
From: riverfrog <riverfrog@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Plaster Disaster Part 1

The latest art exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art was one of the most
popular temporary exhibits ever shown.  It was called statue woods, and it
depicted a group of male friends in various forms of camping activities.
Critics raved at the exquisite detail of the plaster casts statues.  Every
nuance was sheer perfection, from the hairs on the head to the toes on the
feet, many hours of work must have gone into every aspect of the exhibit.
There was some controversy however, in that the statues for the most part
were in various states of arousal, and nakedness.  There had been some
protesting, but for the most part people really enjoyed the amazing detail
and artistry of the exhibit.

Chris and Steve, two students of the local college, had heard about the
amazing ststues.  Since it was closing they decided they needed to get
there in a hurry and arrived shortly before closing.  As they entered the
temporary exhibit hall the loudspeakers announced that the museum would be
closing in five minutes.  There was so much to see the boys could hardly
stand leaving already.

"Ahh man," said Chris "this is really cool.  "These guys look almost real,
and so do the trees and the fire and look they even got a tent.

"From the looks of these guys man everybody was pitching a tent" Steve
replied.

"Haha" Chris laughed, "looks like these guys were in for some action or
something."

The boys walked around the exhibit admiring the wonderful work.  One scene
depicted two naked pals fishing in a small pond.  Their fishing lines cast
in the water, fishing hats on their head, and erections pointing straight
at the Pond.  Another scene showed the progress of two buddies playing
poker at a camping table with various items of clothing obviously lost in
the game in laying on the ground.  One of the players had his free hand on
the table, the other was masturbating under the table secretly.

"Wow!"  Chris said, "these guys must have been gay, look at him beating his
meat, it's huge and you can almost see pre-come leaking from the top."

"Yea," said Steve "and from the looks of the your hard on you've got
pre-come leaking out of yours too."

"Very funny Steve," Chris retorted "let's check out that tent."

The boys walked over to the tent exhibit.  To naked statues were roasting
marshmallows over the fire, and their empty pup tent was several feet
behind.  They examined the tent to discover sleeping bags and pillows which
by design must have belonged to the campers at the fire.

"Hey Steve," Chris asked "what you say we go camping here tonight?"

"Really?"  Steve questioned "do you think we could get away with it?"

"Of course we can, we just have to be quiet inside the tent in case the
night watchman comes by.  Then we can get a better look at the exhibit and
all the dirty stuff to."

The boys climbed inside the tent, pulled down its zipper and laid very
quietly.  When the security guard came in to check the exhibit, it appeared
that all was well.  He turned out the lights leaving the room in a faint
glow of red and green from the exit signs.  The boys lay still eventually
falling asleep.

Sometime later, a noise woke up Chris.  Quietly he sneaked out of the tent
to investigate.  After he was sure that the security guard was not around
he began to walk about the exhibit.  He was becoming quite horny with all
the naked plaster erections in the room.  Near the corner of the room Chris
noticed a man standing in front of a tree.  It was obvious that the man was
peeing, and Chris was very curious about how the sculptor may have
indicated such.

Chris walked to the corner and stood behind the statue.  He looked around
to discover a six-inch plaster cock aimed directly at the tree.  There was
no water or droplets just a smooth, hard plaster cock.  The man was so
lifelike that Chris couldn't help but become aroused.  He placed his hands
on the skin of the statue and began to caress its surface.

Chris noticed that it felt very much like skin.  It seemed too be warm to
the touch, and was almost slightly pliable.  There was very little hair on
the statue, but it seemed to flow under the touch of Chris's fingers.

Chris placed himself in front of the statue and looked into it's face.  The
man was quite beautiful, and seemed to be pleading with Chris to suck him.
There were no sounds, and no movements, but just the expression in the
statue's face compelled Chris to kneel before it and place the plaster cock
into his mouth.

Chris could not believe he was actually doing this.  He was sucking the
statues cock.  It felt wonderful in his mouth,almost real.  He began
sucking in earnest, bobbing his head and down and using his tongue to'
pleasure' the statue.

At first Chris thought it was his imagination, but the taste was
unmistakable.  On several occasions when Chris was really horny he had
pissed into his own mouth.  He was sure that he could taste piss coming
from the statues cock.  When he pulled his mouth away a small stream of
almost clear urine was pouring from the head of the statue' penis..

Chris was terrified.  He looked up at the statue in a horror as the statue
became lifelike.  Plaster hands grabbed the plaster cock and aimed the
stream of piss right into Chris's open mouth.  In his panic, Chris began to
swallow the urine.  The statue grabbed the back of his head and inserted
his plaster cock directly into Chris's mouth.

Slowly, Chris's emotions changed from terror to curiosity.  He loved the
taste of the piss coming from the statues dick, and he began fumbling with
his zipper to remove his own cock.

The flow of piss began to increase.  Chris tried to keep up, but it was a
losing battle.  Soon he was drenched in the statues piss.

As the flow continued it began to get thicker and the taste began to
change.  It was a flavor that Chris could not describe.  As the liquid
thickened, the statues penis began to lengthen down Chris's throat.  At
first, Chris began to panic but the look in the statue's eyes assured Chris
that everything was going to be all right.

The statue moaned as the thick gooey flow poured into the boy.  Plaster
hands stroked the boy's head as he greedily consumed as much of the tasty
goo he could swallow.  The more he ate, the better the boy felt.  It was as
if he were being filled with joy.  At first, his outer limbs began to
tingle, then they began to feel like an orgasm.  His hands and feet felt
the same way his dick did right before he came.  The only thing Chris could
think of was to increase this pleasure so he began to moan and encourage
the statue to fill him with even more of the mysterious liquid.

In the dark room Chris could not see the color of his skin change to a
chalky white color.  The milky white hue seemed to follow the line of
pleasure in his body. The incredible pleasure was working its way from his
toes up and his head down.  The closer the orgasm feelings came to his
crotch the more greedily Chris lapped at the statue and the faster he beat
his own meat.

When the creeping stiffness met in the center of Chris's body the statue
began to end it's flow.  Chris kneeling on the floor and stroking on his
penis, began to suck harder greedily begging for more of the goo that the
statute had to offer.  When it became clear that there was to be no more
Chris tried to get up.  His legs would not move.

The statue spoke "do you want more?"

"Yes," Chris begged "please give me more it feels so wonderful... please"

"As you can see," the statue replied "you cannot move.  The plaster I have
fed you has already began to sculpt your body.  You still have a chance to
return to normal hand walk away, but if you drink of me again you've will
be frozen for ever and yet alive and in orgasmic ecstasy."

"More, please," Chris groaned "I must have more of your wonderful drink.
It feels so wonderful that I don't care about the consequences."

"Then you shall be with our exhibit forever."  The statue said as he placed
his plaster cock back into Chris's mouth and once again began to flow.
Chris's arms and hands became thicker and thicker as he beat his cock.  The
feelings in his body began to grow and grow towards an incredible orgasm.
The statue let loose a floodgate of plaster goo all at once and Chris began
to buckle an orgasm.  Come was flying from Chris's cock on to his own belly
and the floor.  As the orgasm subsided Chris looked up at the statue to say
thank you but he frozen place before he could utter a word.  When the
statue once again became solid a new scene was born.  The statue was peeing
in the corner but the target was no longer a tree, it was another statue's
open mouth.

Moments later, Steve woke up and notices Chris was missing. He got up to
see what his friend was up to...


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